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Ectoberhaunt 2023 Day 4: Zombies

“Sorry but I’m pretty sure this is a medical emergency”. Seething under a Pit Rage green, that was Jason's only warning before some giant just shoved his bare hand through his chest to pin him up against the nearest building wall.

Or

Another Danny fixes Jason's Pit Madness/Sick Ghost Core Fic

And the inherent homoeroticism of impromptu soul surgery

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Part 1

Bloodthirst pounded in his head and crooned like a siren, as rage frothed and boiled through his mind. Jason had deliberately left his guns behind. In this state he'd be liable to start a massacre. In this state he'd be liable to go off half-cocked to try to hunt the Joker to disastrous consequences. It was a relentless impulse. An obsession. Only white-knuckled discipline had him wrest control from the Pit Madness. But anything could trigger him at this point. He felt like a bomb liable detonate just from being looked at funny.

“Sorry but I’m pretty sure this is a medical emergency”. Seething under a Pit Mad green, that was Jason's only warning before some giant just shoved his bare hand through his chest to pin him up against the nearest building wall.

He couldn’t breathe. Wide-eyed but unseeing, it wasn’t the pain of being stabbed but the shock of a sudden ice bath. Jason felt like his open, gaping heart was being soaked in searing frost.

“Easy, easy”, the giant soothed as if Jason was a spooked horse, and not his victim of a drive-by ice magic bullshit hand through chest impalement. Jason’s scrabbling flails to move the giant’s arm achieved nothing. The limb was tougher than steel, and utterly indifferent to his struggles.

Jason furiously kicked out. His legs somehow hit nothing but air despite the giant’s intimate proximity. Then the giant, with his free non-skewering hand, grabbed hold of one of Jason’s thighs and trapped it around his own waist. Jason’s other free leg could only just dangle helplessly, his toes skittering against pavement for balance. Jason’s fingers scratched at the giant's steel rebar of an arm. His slipping hands wildly swinging between frantic tugs to remove and desperate clutches for support from said offending limb.

Squirming, thrashing, and lashing out, Jason growled, snarled, and bucked in impotent wrath. The Pit Rage writhed. It fuelled his own rage and wild panic at being caught and rendered helpless like this. He yelled, howled, and cursed out the giant but the giant remained imperturbed, utterly focused on further skewering Jason’s chest with his icy bullshit magic hands.

After one particularly strong flail, the giant suddenly tightened his grip on Jason’s everything and pressed in closer. He slowly pulled his hand free from his chest, and Jason was suddenly gasping, bent over. With an easy, gentle but unyielding hand, the giant lifted Jason’s chin and looked deeply into Jason’s wild eyes, with steady, piercing blue ones of his own.

“C̖͋̓̏̊̈́̌ͮa̴ͬ̇ͦ̊͒̆ḻ̯͎͞m͕͕͕̙̀ͤ̾ͭ̓̈ ̫̙͎͍̞ͥ̃̍͛̔dͪ̿̓́҉͕̖̺̹o̪̜̬̝̞̬̒wń̻͚̤̙̞͛,” he commanded. “D̨̺̼̳͢͡o̥͉̭ͅ ̛͎̣̭͚̫n̸͖͎̹͈̦͙͉ơ͖̙̟̣t̬̙̪ b̷e̡͜ ̴̴af̷ra̷id͠”.

Jason’s frantic movements slowed to a stop as a wave of calm resonated from within Jason. Suspicious. Instantly Jason’s hackles raised. But the Pit Rage didn’t increase in vitriol. As if it had been sedated, the Pit Rage instead went quiet.

“I’m h̤̰͇e̬͇̺̹̥ͅre t̹̜̪͉̙o͎̙ ͍̼h̤̰͇e̬͇̺̹̥ͅḷ̹̻͓̱̺̗p̶̱̠͉̜ ̟̳̙̼̯̟̥y͙̙͇̣͡o̤͖͖͙̯̕ͅu͍”.

Jason sneered, squeezing the giant’s offending limb. “Fuck you,” he spat out. The giant gave a small teasing smile in response.

“But we’ve only just met,” the giant answered lightly. Then he punctuated his statement by stabbing his hand back into Jason’s chest. Jason stifled a scream. It was more shock than pain.

“E͝asy̛ doès ̸it,͡ I'͞m̛ ́a͡lm̧os̷t́ ̛th̴e͡ŕe̸”. What was this giant even doing, rummaging through his soul? It didn’t even hurt. The act was very unlike a stabbing or a gunshot wound. But it was visceral and oversensitizing and intensifying.  From chilly ice baths, Jason's very soul was now burning alight with glacial fire. Tear tracks crystallised on Jason’s face as stared down the giant. But the giant wasn’t even looking back at him. Jason could only helplessly look at where their hand disappeared into his chest cavity. Currently, being burnt and staked to the wall by icy magic hands was Jason's status-quo. He could no longer speak, only choke back gasping moans as ardent ice swallowed his heart.

Finally, the giant pried his hand out from Jason’s chest. He took with him something heavy and viscous that had been sloughed off forcefully from Jason's heart. There was pure relief. All of sudden Jason felt like a great burden had been taken from him. Or that his heart had been constricted. His lungs had been suffocating. His throat strangled. But now he was free. 

Jason saw that in the giant's grip there was a fistful of thick, goopy, green-blue sludge. Still in shock, Jason had half expected it to be his still beating heart. As ever focused more on his actions rather than on Jason, the giant gave the goop a curious frown.

Abruptly, Jason realised that the Pit Rage was gone. Was that his Pit Madness?! The giant tilted his hands to prevent the goop from slowly dripping to the ground.

Slowly, the giant squished it between his fingers. Then he shrugged and sucking the damned thing into his waiting mouth. He simply slurped it down and licked his fingers like it was nothing more than some spilt hot sauce or a melting ice sundae.

The giant's eyes flashed from bright blue to neon Lazarus green. As he exhaled, blue mist shimmered from his lips. Reflexively, Jason gasped and the blue mist travelled from the giant’s lips to his as Jason inhaled. Desperately.

“Ahh you’re H̿̉͑̽́̉̉̚ŭn̍͋͐̇͏g͆̈̎ŕ́y̸̡̛̓ͨ̒. Of course you are. Here, l̲̏è͚͚ͥt m̲͉̾̆e ̐h̳͍̹e̻̮l̶͜p͏͖̦̜̦ ̡͚̟̩y̖͔̠̜͚͈̖͢͞ọ̷̦̗͖̥̠ͅu̼̱̞̟͍͓̝”.

The giant's eyes flared to Lazarus green. His black hair bleached to a shocking white. Jason could feel it deep inside that the giant was building up to something. Then the giant plunged his free hand back into Jason’s chest. Jason couldn’t even be shocked.

It was still for a moment. Then there was the relieving numbness of ice on strained muscles. The gentle cool breeze on feverish skin. A refreshing ice cold drink soothing a parched, burning, thirst deep inside.

Jason moaned. It was pure relief. It was satisfaction when filling a gaping need.

“There you go, t̴̢͢a̷̸͡k̷̢̀̕͢e̕ ̶̷̶͡͠a͢͜s̨҉ ̢͜m̸̧͝͝u̸̡͠͡c̵̸h͡ ̴̧a̛͞s͟͠ ̷͘͞͝ỳ̧̕͡ǫ̶̧͢ù́͘͢͝ ͘̕͢͠w̕͢͞à҉̀͝n̡̕͟t҉͟.”

Jason glutted. He felt a part of him greedily consume what the giant was endlessly offering him. Joyful tears pricked his eyes even as his heart(?) ravenously devoured the giant’s gift. Jason panted, large gulping breaths, desperate for, not air, but something just as vital for survival. His brain zinged as if Jason was tasting the sweetest of frozen delights, drinking from the purest of ice-cold springs, or breathing the crispest of frigid mountain air.

Eventually Jason slowed down. His frantic feeding mellowing out to a blissful savouring. When he finally stopped, when that greedy, needy, desperate part of him finally hummed in satiation, Jason felt the giant loosen his steady, unbreakable hold on him. The giant released him, pulling his hand out of his chest like a caressing hand.

Jason shivered, breaking out in goosebumps. He hid his face into the giant’s chest, taking huge gulping breaths, fully resting his weight against him. His thigh curling tight against the other’s waist still, with fistfuls of the man’s shirt in hand. Jason felt like he was experiencing a great high and coming down from a bad trip. All he could do was hold on as reality re-shifted around him. Jason’s breathing eventually evened out and his focus came to. Absentmindedly, he realised his breathing was in sync with the giant’s heart rate - slow, steady, and beguilingly calm.

“F̱̮̲͍͖e̡̩̪̮e̷͈̹͚l͇͘í̥͕͚̺n͓͎͕͚̮g͏͖̟̪͇͉ bͤ̚et͆̈́̂t͘e̔̄ͥr̍͂?" the giant rumbled.

“What?” Jason asked, still rather dazed. His tongue felt unusually heavy and cumbersome. “I mean yes, much better. Who, what, who are you, what did you just do?!” His words were half accusation, half wonder. The giant cocked his head, clearly looking over Jason who was still braced against him.

“I'm̨ͥ ̿̊̉̈́Da͌͌n͋̇ͥn̔y̢ͬ̇̂ ̎Ph̘̫͎͍̘͜a̞͜n͇̜̭̹͚͉͘t͕̤̭̬o̠̻̭̝̰͍̣m͈̰̪̥̖. Ȃs̎͐̃͒̕ ̢f̀͆̈̍o̷̎͒̏̓r͠ ẅ́͋͜h̵ȃͤ̊̚͏t ̀Iͮ d͋̈́i̷̐̅̋d̓͗,̾̐͗ ̡̋ͦÍ ẁas̷ ͟j̛ust. Hmm."

The giant paused for a moment and then started again. He spoke clearer. It was in more a more coherent voice. It sounded Midwestern.  

"With your core in that state, you'll probably understand human speech better. As I was saying I was just helping you out with that nasty ecto-situation you had going on. You were destabilising really badly so I just put an end to that. For now, at least. This is being more emergency first-aid treatment after all. Lucky that I’m the ghost equivalent of a universal donor. But yeah, any long-term treatments to get better I’m gonna have to send you to a medical professional for that. I can recommend my own doctor, he’s an expert on people like us. Although, you’re not an ice core but a fire core so I dunno how exactly that’ll play out for you. But he’ll definitely still be of help. He’ll at least be able to tell you what you need.”

Jason raised an eyebrow. That was far more information than he expected to be given. Especially from a guy who had just unceremoniously just shoved his hand into his chest cavity to do some kind of barehanded removal surgery and then ate the remnants. Now if only Jason had a single clue about what the giant was going on about, just a crumb of context.

“Ok there you meatball surgeon from Ankh-Morpork, I have no fucking idea what the fuck you’re on about. All I know is that one minute I’m Pit Mad, then the next I’m being skewered like a kebab by a fucking giant who’s hand is rummaging around in my chest cavity as if it’s a sofa cushion with loose change you’re after.”

Jason aggressively steamrolls over how good having the giant’s hand in his chest had felt. That he kinda wanted it back inside. That he’s mourning its absence. Those feelings, Jason refuses to even mentally glance at them before stomping them flat.

“And then after finding what you’re looking, which I’m guessing is my Pit Madness because I don’t even fucking feel it anymore! You then just fucking ate it. You fucking ate my Pit Rage! Like it was a goddamn slurpee!”

“I would've offered you some, but it clearly wasn’t good for you.”

Jason stared balefully. “Wasn’t good for me.”

“Yeah you core was clearly struggling, which is not a surprise. It's pretty fragile to be honest. Is,” the giant hesitates, “I know this is a little insensitive to ask, but are you ok? Are you safe?"

Jason’s previous relief was quickly swinging towards a burgeoning hysteria.

“Asking if I’m ok is insensitive?” But impromptu soul surgery by a wholeass stranger wasn’t. This giant’s sense of propriety was wild.

“I wouldn’t want to touch upon something taboo," the giant kindly asserts. Then he widens his eyes,  "Oh, I’m so stupid! Are you being hunted?”

“Hunted?! By what?!”

“Ghost hunters or something.”

“I’m a zombie! Besides ghosts aren’t,” Jason pauses and then forges on, “ghosts aren’t real.”

The giant rears his head back, clearly taken aback.

“You think ghosts aren’t real”.

“Rapidly less so with every second you look at me like that, I will admit.”

“Oh we have so much to talk about.”

Part 2 - Danny POV

Gotham was so cursed, it was almost hysterical. The ectoplasm here was an emotional miasma of fear, hostility, and insanity. A veritable cocktail of violence, magic, and madness. It was steeped in the soil. It stewed in the waters. The foundation that the City was built on was the blood-stained, screaming deaths of the victims' demise from genocide. Gotham was their devastating scorched-earth vengeance.

The capricious and cruel magics entwining with the demented psyches of twisted lunatics. The generations of decadent, sadistic malice. The layers upon layers of maleficence all fermented together to create Gotham. A city where people lived, and where people died, with gritted-teeth and marrow-deep stubbornness and a jaded, crystallised resolve to keep going and never give up. 

It was very different from the pure, immense, but ultimately rather neutrally charged ectoplasm back in Amity.

Danny loved it.

Gotham's ambient ectoplasm was an smorgasbord of emotions that was fine dining if not as nutritionally enriching. Amity's ambient ectoplasm was equivalent to protein powder shakes and high energy bars made in bulk. There was a reason why ghosts were so physically present in Amity Park. The open portal may give ghosts easy and frequent access but it was the ambient ectoplasm that reached high levels rarely reached in Physical World that empowered their presence. In comparison, Gotham's was a tiny portioned delicacies made from rare, exquisite, and borderline toxic ingredients. As result their ghosts were rare and Revenant. Their undead existence was dependent on their corporeal physical body. Gotham's ambient ectoplasm was too scarce for them to form, be present, or be seen without a physical anchor.

(hailing- URGENT- respectful)(hailing-URGENT-respectful)(hailing-URGENT-respectful)

A Genus Loci was rarely the most loquacious of ghosts. It was an amalgamation, the embodiment of zeitgeist, a singularity formed from many deaths, many fears, many desires. It was one mind, it was every mind. Gotham was no one, it was every one. So when Many unified as One, communication was densely packed concepts and emotions. Gotham City was no exception. Danny responds to it's call.

"̠̼̝Ye͞s, I̴͟'̀͏m ̧Li͜͟s̷t͘͜e͞n͞i̕ń͜g̷͏"(acknowledgement-strong-reassurance)

H͘E̶͘L̡P̀͝(beseech-demand) H͘E̶͘L̡P̀͝(beseech-demand) H͘E̶͘L̡P̀͝(beseech-demand)

"C̨͡e͜r͢ta͘̕i͡͞n͜͞l͜͏y̕ / Hͬ̒̈́̋a̗̠̮̩p̝̜̗̟p͓y̝̝̹̩̮ͅ ̗͍̻̞̮͍͖Tọ̠̻̟͕̹ ̹̗͙̖͍̦ͅHel̏p ҉  "

(GRATITUDE) (GRATITUDE) (GRATITUDE)

"Y͘o̷u'̀r͡e͡ We̵ĺco̧me ҉  /W̷̢͏h̴̢̕͞͝a̡̢͠t͡'s͠ ̕wroņg̸?"

M̶̢Y̸ R̢͠͠͞E̴͘͠͠V͏̢̧Ę͘N̛͢͝A̴̛Ǹ̛T͟ S̿̂͊͌ON: M̶̢Y̸ R̠̩͇̭̤̮͈E̺̪͉̪ͅD̹͎̺ ̩͈̲̗̰̼̭̭̹Ḳ͕N̠̜̜̠̩̙I̺̭͈G͎͎̰̥̫͉͕ͅH̝̖̱̰̝͔T̺̻̩̼̹ Á̕͞V̵ENG̕E̢R: B̸͏u̸̵tc͏he̡̨rb͟i̛ŗd(mine-beloved-proud) = HURTING:UNWELL

(understanding-acknowledgement-determined)/ "W͘͜h̨͜e͢r͟͝ę̵ ̶̶̢í̶͘s҉̨ ́h͏͞e̡?" (urgent-query-ready-to-go)

THIS WAY (tugging-leading-quickly)

Gotham faithfully pulled him towards her beloved Butcherbird until Danny's own ghost sense was picking him up. Unfortunately, the revenant was destabilising, violently. Danny couldn't tell exactly what was wrong with him without getting inspecting their ghost core however. But Phantom could easily see that the revenant was in a middle of a massive meltdown. The kind of meltdown where their haywire feelings meant they weren't in their right mind. The kind of meltdown where a ghost could, under the strain of their own berserk emotions, break down and injure their ghost core. The kind of meltdown where the best thing to do was to neutralise the trigger and then hold them till they calmed down and came back to themselves.

Danny could see from the lack of combatants that unless the trigger was the very city itself (unlikely otherwise they couldn't be Gotham's) that meant that whatever was triggering this meltdown was internal.

"B̸͏u̸̵tc͏he̡̨rb͟i̛ŗd, B̸͏u̸̵tc͏he̡̨rb͟i̛ŗd, I͞'m̸ ͘her̡e ̸to he̶lp"(comfort-reassurance)/"B̸͏u̸̵tc͏he̡̨rb͟i̛ŗd, can͞͠ ̀̕͡ý͜ou h́͜ea̶r̴͜ ̀͡m̡͏e͜?͢͢ ͢C͝͞à͢͝n ̶y҉o̕͜u͟͏͡ ̀lo̷o̢͠k a͝t̨ ̷͢m̶e̶?"(urgent-query)/ "You'rę t͢otally̶ ̛u̴nres̨ponsiv͝e͜"

The revenant was so deep in his meltdown that the man couldn't even register his presence even when Danny was speaking to him.

"Sorry, but I'm pretty sure this is a medical emergency".

The ghost, understandably panicked when Danny suddenly made immediate contact with his ghost core. His small and tender ghost core that was all but encased with ill-processed ectoplasmic detritus. It was clear to sense that major ecto-debridement (the active removal of ectoplasmic detritus) of their ghost core was in order. The ghost core was under so much strain and so polluted that no wonder he was experiencing a major meltdown. The poor guy was likely on the constant brink of destabilisation. Danny was just glad that the meltdown was a result of his ecto-biology. If it had been a mental issue, like a threat to his Obsession, that would have been far more difficult to neutralise. The man was a stranger. He wasn't even aware enough to monologue and rant about his problem to him so Danny could get context clues.

Carefully, Danny spread out his ectoplasm over the ghost core to get a better sense of its state. The ghost core full on shuddered and flailed.��  

Danny soothed the agitated ghost core, "́Eąs͟y̡,͡ ́e͡as̀y," as he focused on feeling out the depth of severity of the ghost core's condition. The ghost himself was weakly lashing out at the unexpected contact. Danny absent-mindedly absorbed their light blows.

Carefully Danny began to saturate the ghost core with his own ectoplasm. It would soften the ectoplasmic detritus and loosen it from the encased ghost core. However as the saturation levels increased, irrespective of how gentle and well-meaning his ectoplasm emanates, the ghost core became overwhelmed from the significant increase in foreign ectoplasm.

Like a toddler refusing to open their mouth to feed, it's emphatic refusal to accept his ectoplasm started to disrupt Danny's steady flow of ectoplasm. After one particularly strong flail caused Danny to slip, he had to quickly re-steady himself. Gently letting go of their ghost core, he paused for moment. Then, looking the other straight in the eyes, Danny spoke with Authority.

“C̖͋̓̏̊̈́̌ͮa̴ͬ̇ͦ̊͒̆ḻ̯͎͞m͕͕͕̙̀ͤ̾ͭ̓̈ ̫̙͎͍̞ͥ̃̍͛̔dͪ̿̓́҉͕̖̺̹o̪̜̬̝̞̬̒wń̻͚̤̙̞͛,” he commanded. “D̨̺̼̳͢͡o̥͉̭ͅ ̛͎̣̭͚̫n̸͖͎̹͈̦͙͉ơ͖̙̟̣t̬̙̪ b̷e̡͜ ̴̴af̷ra̷id͠”.

Not mind-control but definitely resonant, the ghost core finally quieted down, and the ghost stopped lashing out. 

“I’m h̤̰͇e̬͇̺̹̥ͅre t̹̜̪͉̙o͎̙ ͍̼h̤̰͇e̬͇̺̹̥ͅḷ̹̻͓̱̺̗p̶̱̠͉̜ ̟̳̙̼̯̟̥y͙̙͇̣͡o̤͖͖͙̯̕ͅu͍”(gentle-reassurance-kind).

“Fuck you,”(͟͏̨́͟a̡͟͞c̢̨̕͘͟c͏̸̴̛͜è̸̷͢͠p̵̷͞͡t̨̡͡ą̸̀n̷̴c̡͘e̶̕͞-g̵͟͏̀r҉̡̀a͞͠t̷͟͝ì̸͝͠͡t̕҉͟ų͝d̵̶̕͟͠ę̶̡͠͡)̸̧̧͘.

“But we’ve only just met,”(happy-to-help)/(ready-to-restart-query)

(á̡g̨̛͜r̡̨͝è̷è̵̸m̷̶͠è͡ń̸͞t̕͜͡͡͞-̷͟͢r̸ȩ͜a̡̕d̴̡y̴͡͡-͏̧͏h̡̕͢ą̡̡͟p̶̷̧̢͞p̸̕͟͜ỳ̛)

(acknowledgement-starting)

(!̯̖̬͈̇͐̎̉)

“E͝asy̛ doès ̸it,͡ I'͞m̛ ́a͡lm̧os̷t́ ̛th̴e͡ŕe̸”. The ghost core was almost entirely drenched in Danny's ectoplasm. The ectoplasmic detritus would soon be soft enough to separate pulling it from the vulnerable ghost core.

Danny began to add some ice to his ectoplasm so that the  detritus would gel together separately from the ghost core. Once he got as much as he could, he slowly extricated the captured detritus. The overall ectoplasm was quite gelatinous, and exuded rich, powerful, delectable emotions.

As harmful as it may have been for the ghost, that was because their ghost core couldn't sufficiently process that high intensity of emotions. Danny Phantom, High King of the Infinite Realms, did not share that same problem. He figured it would be such a shame to discard such a delicious piece of ectoplasm.

Once he finished consuming the ectoplasm, realised that the ghost was H̿̉͑̽́̉̉̚ŭn̍͋͐̇͏g͆̈̎ŕ́y̸̡̛̓ͨ̒. The removal of a significant amount of ectoplasm - even when it was ill-processed - would trigger Ģ̂h͂ͬ̏o͒̇͗̏sͨ͛͗͋t̴ H̿̉͑̽́̉̉̚ŭn̍͋͐̇͏g͆̈̎ͪ̈́̀̚͏eŕ́. 

"Here, l̲̏è͚͚ͥt m̲͉̾̆e ̐h̳͍̹e̻̮l̶͜p͏͖̦̜̦ ̡͚̟̩y̖͔̠̜͚͈̖͢͞ọ̷̦̗͖̥̠ͅu̼̱̞̟͍͓̝”"(offering-feeding).

Danny felt his eyes and hair do their customary transformation as he pulled more on his ghost half, exciting his own ectoplasm to higher levels.

(H̿̉͑̽́̉̉̚ŭn̍͋͐̇͏g͆̈̎ŕ́y̸̡̛̓ͨ̒.)(H̿̉͑̽́̉̉̚ŭn̍͋͐̇͏g͆̈̎ŕ́y̸̡̛̓ͨ̒.)(H̿̉͑̽́̉̉̚ŭn̍͋͐̇͏g͆̈̎ŕ́y̸̡̛̓ͨ̒.)/(g̵͟͏̀r҉̡̀a͞͠t̷͟͝ì̸͝͠͡t̕҉͟ų͝d̵̶̕͟͠ę̶̡͠͡-h̡̕͢ą̡̡͟p̶̷̧̢͞p̸̕͟͜ỳ̛-g̵͟͏̀r҉̡̀a͞͠t̷͟͝ì̸͝͠͡t̕҉͟ų͝d̵̶̕͟͠ę̶̡͠͡).

Steadily pouring his ectoplasm, Danny watched as the ghost core gleefully replenished it's reserves, happily feasting on his ectoplasm, delighted to be given ectoplasm easy, safe, and healthy to process. In real time the fragile ghost core was healing and building itself stronger than it had been before.

“There you go, t̴̢͢a̷̸͡k̷̢̀̕͢e̕ ̶̷̶͡͠a͢͜s̨҉ ̢͜m̸̧͝͝u̸̡͠͡c̵̸h͡ ̴̧a̛͞s͟͠ ̷͘͞͝ỳ̧̕͡ǫ̶̧͢ù́͘͢͝ ͘̕͢͠w̕͢͞à҉̀͝n̡̕͟t҉͟.”(offering-feeding-pleased).

The ghost core eventually slowed down, satisfied with it's improved state and replenished reserves. Danny took back his hand, letting go of the ghost core that trilled with gratitude for him once again (g̵͟͏̀r҉̡̀a͞͠t̷͟͝ì̸͝͠͡t̕҉͟ų͝d̵̶̕͟͠ę̶̡͠͡-h̡̕͢ą̡̡͟p̶̷̧̢͞p̸̕͟͜ỳ̛-s̵̢͝͞a҉͞t͘͟҉̡͢i̢s̢͡f̶̨̀i̷̧͘͟ę̨ḑ). Danny was glad to see it was doing much better. The sudden improvement was very pleasant to see.

(g̴l̵ad̀-͠pro͘u̡d-i͜mpr͜eşs̷éd̸)

(f̶̡̀͠l̛u̶s͏̴̧͠t̸͝͏̀e̶̢̡͡҉r̷̴͟͜ę͜͝d̛҉̢͢-̨̛͡͝ṕ̡l̢̀҉̴̛e̷͠a̴͢҉ş̴ȩ̵͜͝d-g̨͘͜͠ŕ̴̨͠͠a̵̵͢͠t̢̨̕͠e̴f̧̧́u͏l̡͘͝)

Although the ghost core was stronger than ever, Danny noticed that it was vey tired after everything that happened. No longer a medical emergency, Danny no longer needed to be in immediate direct contact with the ghost core. But the close tactile contact allowed the ghost to get his bearings. Meltdowns were exhausting, and of course the ghost core had to be an over-achiever. So it didn't only heal from the operation but it also immediately got to work to building itself up bigger and better than it had been before.

He was pleased when the ghost's breathing mirrored his sedate, ghostly heart rate.

“F̱̮̲͍͖e̡̩̪̮e̷͈̹͚l͇͘í̥͕͚̺n͓͎͕͚̮g͏͖̟̪͇͉ bͤ̚et͆̈́̂t͘e̔̄ͥr̍͂?"(fond-understanding-mild-exasperation).

Although significantly calmer and happier, the ghost was still dazed and didn't have the most coherent of responses. It was also becoming obvious that the ghost core was a rather out of sync with the rest of him and just straight up fatigued. Danny decided to just stick to human speech for simplicity's sake whilst explaining.

The ghost didn't seem to like his explanation.

"You then just fucking ate it. You fucking ate my Pit Rage! Like it was a goddamn slurpee!”

Danny couldn't see why the ghost was so angry. He agreed with the ghost, by that point the ectoplasm basically had been a slurpee for him.

But it was the ghost's disbelief in the existence of ghosts; whilst being a ghost that got helped by another ghost by undergoing a treatment that was very ghostly in nature to cure an ailment that was the pinnacle ghostliness; that really beggared him beyond belief.

@ectoberhaunt

[syscultureis]

Vent kinda

plural culture is doubting you're a system because we can never tell who we are, we have 0-3% max communication, compare ourself to our partner system and don't remember our childhood trauma so we feel we're faking despite the fact that we know a previous host had access to (non-severe) childhood trauma a few years ago, medical issues in infancy/childhood, mlid csa, mild-moderate emotional and possibly physical neglect.

We've had a recent host change, our p-sys has seen signs our entire relationship, depending who's fronting in our p-sys they can tell who's fronting in our sys, we've knowingly switched multiple times, we dissociated often (even more so assumingly since host change), and had a recent.. adverse experience that led to us shutting down and rapid (for us) switching which should be enough proof to aid the denial, along with the constant plural pronouns, but NOOO, we "must be faking" and just "want the disorder to justify our mental health struggles" and "are faking because we want to be worse than we are". WE'RE ACTIVELY TRYING TO IMPROVE OUR MENTAL HEALTH. IT'S BETTER THAN IT WAS 1-2 YEARS AGO. You've only talked about feeling like multiple people in your head for at least 5 years, if not more.

Improving communication and the hosts sense of self would probably help the denial..

.

[fandonnavyce]

Fic Masterpost

By Events

Ectoberhaunt 2023

Crossover Danuary 2024

DPxDC Ship Week2024 & Ship Week: After Dark 2024

Dannymay 2024 (WIP)

Patrol Partners 2024

Invisiobang 2024

Ghouls and Gangs 2024

Ecto-Implosion 2024

Fandom Trumps Hate 2024 (upcoming)

DPxDC, Dead on Main Series/AUs

My Love I Devour

and it's wider universe sequel series, The Wild Hunt

Cinderella Wonderland

Ghouls and Gangs 2024 - Hades and Persephone AU

Everything is posted on AO3, not everything is cross-posted on Tumblr

Ectoberhaunt 2023 AO3 Link

Day 2 - White Crow. Danny's a college student with some corvid friends. Dead on Main

My Love I Devour Series (In Timeline Chronology)

Day 4 - Zombies. Another Danny fixes Jason’s Pit Madness/Sick Ghost Core Fic, feat. the inherent homoeroticism of impromptu soul surgery. Rating: Mature. First in the My Love I Devour

Day 10: Occultism, Day 11: Dread vs Calm, Day 12: Obsession vs Repression, Day 13: Horror Flick - Sequel to Day 4

Day 17: Flesh, Day 18: Unravel vs Intertwine. Jason and Danny get down hot and heavy at a nightclub in the ghost zone. AO3 Series Link

Wild Hunt Series (Occurs post MLID)

Day 5 - Hunt. Ghost King Danny cordially invites you to the Wild Hunt, winner gets Constantine's entire soul - Danny's First Draft. DpxDc. First in the Wild Hunt Series

Day 19 - Claws. Danny needs Jason's brains (to write a royal invite) Sequel to Wild Hunt Part I.

Day 23: Magic, Day 26: Cults - The Ghost King summoning ritual is active for the first time in aeons. Constantine and Zatanna try it out and get more than they bargained for. AO3 Series Link

Crossover Danuary 2024 AO3 Link

Day 1 - Ben 10 Xover Tucker escapes Space Prison with the help of his two best friends

Day 1 - Another Ben 10 xover, the soft prequel. Ben meets an non-alien ET in a haunted forest

Day 2 - Atla Xover Hey, remember when Sokka got kidnapped into the Spirit World?

Day 4 - Cinderella Wonderland. A Cinderella and Alice in Wonderland Fandom Fusion but make it dpxdc, Dead on Main

Day 5 - The Owl House xover where The Collector becomes fast friends with a certain white haired girl on a day at the beach (Word of God part of the Cinderella Wonderland AU) AO3 Collection Link

DPxDC Ship Week and Ship Week: After Dark 2024

A continuation of Ectoberhaunt's Day17&18; it is the completion of part 3 of the MLID series. Can be read stand-alone more or less.

Part 1: Pleasures of the Flesh Ch 3

Part 2: Sweet Endings aka The Epilogue AO3 Fic Link

Part 3: Hunger. Smut. Jason has a sexual fantasy about Danny Written for Day 9 Dannymay2024 AO3 Link

Dannymay2024 AO3 Link

Day 2: Wish. Dead on Main Moodboard. Prayers are like wishes (you never know who's listening) so be careful for what you wish for.

Day 4: Wander. Dani Phantom Postcard. I'll wander far and long to where I wish to roam. But I won't forget to go and wander home Love, Dani

Day 9: Hunger. Dead on Main Smut.

Day 13: DnD AU. A Cleric casts Speak with Dead. The corpse's response is unusual. Pre-Everlasting Trio

Day 15: Field Trip. Everlasting Trio Field Trip through the Ghost Zone, ala Little Einsteins.

Patrol Partners 2024 AO3 Link

Need A Lift? A co-authored DPxDC Tim/Danny (Not Jason/Danny for once lol) fanfic. Aka the Brain Dead Meet Cute where where Tim and Danny are Trapped in An Elevator during a Rogue Attack.

Invisobang 2024 AO3 Link

Supernova Series A DPxDC Bang where The Fentons manage to create an interdimensional portal. But it wasn't to the Ghost Zone. At 14 years old, one teenage boy dies in a portal to Hueco Mundo.

The fic series where Danny Fenton is the freak accident to Kurosaki Ichigo's lab experiment, who's been living under the radar in Soul Society. At least until the Plot(TM) kicks off. Crossover Fusion with Bleach, that starts pre-Bleach Canon.

Ghouls and Gangs 2024 AO3 Link

In Death's Sweet Embrace: a Dead on Main, Hades and Persphone AU featuring non-traditional takes on A/B/O and the Sentinel&Guide AU

EctoImplosion 2024 AO3 Link

Forget-me-nots: Post-AGIT, Vlad has the niggling suspicion that he's forgotten something. Dan dismisses his concerns.

"If you forgot, I doubt it was something important." "Yeah, you're probably right," Vlad agrees.

Vlad only remembers what he forgot when Dani forcibly reminds him of her existence by crashing through his rooftop and into his and Dante's breakfast.

Tumblr Link

[captain-price-unofficially]

US Army Mobile Low, Slow, Small Unmanned Aerial Vehicle Integrated Defense System (MLIDS), based on the L-ATV

[thehouse-o-girth]

Food it is. Something modest, hopefully? Like say... this pot of fresh katsu curry? You can share, you can hoard, whatever you want, Homura.

"Katsu Curry, huh? I don't think I've ever tried something like this before... Then again, it's been a while since I've really gotten the time to look into other food stuff..." Using the ladle, she scoop herself a decently sized portion that she'd then give a proper taste test first. Siiippp... "Hm... Pretty good taste. The level of heat is actually perfectly balanced too. Nothing extreme, but not too mlid..." Knowing that the curry was perfectly to her liking, she'd begin to sample a bit more of it, taking in small but decent portions of the mixture that would slowly help filling in the hole in her stomach before she'd take a break from it...

"I think that's enough of that for now. Though I still oddly feel empty..."

[theclubhero-blog]

Nvidia pode lançar apenas a RTX 5090 neste ano e o resto da série em 2025

Por Vinicius Torres Oliveira

Novos rumores apontam que a geração Blackwell vai fazer sua estreia nos PCs somente com a RTX 5090

A Nvidia pode fugir um pouco da regra e trazer sua geração Blackwell de GPUs ao PC apenas com o modelo topo de linha neste ano, a provável RTX 5090. Outras opções mais acessíveis do hardware ficariam para 2025.

As informações vêm do canal Moore’s Law is Dead (MLID), que tem saído na frente com rumores e vazamentos de GPUs há algum tempo. Eles levantam a possibilidade do lançamento de Blackwell nos PCs domésticos limitado apenas à RTX 5090, ou qualquer que seja o nome da nova SKU mais parruda dessa série de placas de vídeo.

Os motivos para isso, no momento, não passam de especulações. A Nvidia pode querer segurar o lançamento das novas placas para garantir mais estoques para a demanda do produto, ao mesmo tempo em que dá uma longevidade extra para sua série atual RTX 40, que agora oferece margens mais elevadas de lucro e tem mais produtos nas prateleiras precisando ser vendidos.

RTX 5090 terá mais foco do que nunca em IA

Como acontece em toda nova geração de GPUs, a Nvidia lançou os primeiros produtos baseados em Blackwell para o segmento profissional e industrial de computadores. De maneira não surpreendente, a empresa mostrou mais atenção do que nunca para IA.

A expectativa agora é descobrir a versão disso para computadores domésticos. A RTX 5090 pode ser o modelo mais caro, mas vai servir para oferecer uma base do que esperar nas outras GPUs da série. Vale lembrar que em outros vazamentos foi levantada a possibilidade que a placa ainda chegaria acompanhada da RTX 5080 no fim do ano.

[techrookies]

Nvidia’s next-gen rumors bring good and bad news for gamers: RTX 5080 may not make 2024, but RTX 5090 and Blackwell laptop GPUs look promising

Nvidia’s RTX 5080 GPU may not turn up this year as was previously rumored by a prominent leaker, but there’s a few pieces of better news regarding next-gen Blackwell graphics cards. Moore’s Law is Dead (MLID) just posted a new video on YouTube discussing Blackwell (among other topics), and cites a source at Nvidia as going back on the previous rumor that both the RTX 5090 and 5080 might arrive…

[magpiejay1234]

I dug around for the recent console rumors, and here's the tidbits:

**Apparently the reason Microsoft scrapped their long-planned mid-gen refresh is because of the slim versions of the SKUs, with Xbox Series X slim version being buffed up, like Xbox One's slim variant (Xbox One S, or Xbones), to be more like a pseudo-mid-gen refresh.

***I guess this will be the standard for Xbox now, much like the Slim models for PS since forever. This trend technically started in Xbox 360, which also had the multiple versions of the same console at start.

****This would further imply they will have a new variant of the next gen Xboxes once PS6 releases.

**The main reason Xbox is taking a two year priority from PS6 seems to be the fact that Zen 5 is facing difficulties, and Zen 6 will have a different architecture because of it. This means despite the likely two year gap, PS6 will likely not be in Zen 6, but Zen 5 as it needs (more ideal) backwards compability.

***Either way, the two year gap will cause a weird situation where Sony's first, and second party developers will have no games, but third party developers will have a proper library of games.

**As RedGamingTech, and some others speculate, the fact that Surface team will be working on handheld version suggests this new Xbox will not just become a multimedia device, but will also feature mild business/office features, like allowing you to use Office applications.

**Moore's Law is Dead's rather dismissive comments aside, the two year gap he stated Vita 2 would need would be consistent with the usual two years prior to main console release date, ie. 2026. Since he doesn't know better when it comes to handhelds, he seems to assume it will release in 2028 concurrently with PS6. That is not how Sony operates, as we discussed before.

***Vita's reveal was in E3 2011, so most likely next PS handheld will be revealed on June 2026, and target a December 2026 release date for Japan, with the international being in Japanese Q4 2026 (January-March 2027) like PSP, and Vita.

***Main reason for this MLID claims is PS5's lackluster sales in Japan, and overall worldwide, but MLID forgets that the main reason for this was that PS5's form factor made it difficult produce (having incredible cost-per-computational power), thus difficult to distribute.

****Also ignoring the huge fact that Sony is a Japanese company attending to a Japanese audience to appease Japanese stockholders, and all of its Western parts including Sony Pictures are just glorified branch offices, Sony's second biggest market, Europe, outside of UK, also prefers handhelds over home consoles, though less obviously so.

***Though the thing will obviously not have a disk drive, Sony is a physical media company, so they will likely make a new memory unit for it.

**PS Vita Slim was two years after PS Vita with PSTV coming out a month after, and PSP's first revision was three years after, so this will likely get a revision for PS6's release, most likely in 2029, a year after PS6's release.

Edit: Corrected MILD to MLID.

[magpiejay1234]

Some insane rumors I dismissed previously seem to be coming true.

For handheld stuff:

The insanity of these rumors aside, and they do come from incredibly credible sources, if we get the next gen Xbox in November 2026, then KH4 would have to release in January-March 2026, before the end of Japanese fiscal year of 2025 (April 2025-March-2026), and not only that, Nomura would have to release two different spin-offs for Vita 2, and Switch successor.

We might unironically a get a revived BBS Volume 2, in addition to another Digimon game, and maybe another YGO game for the lesser trio of main series (ZEXAL, ARC-V, VRAINS).

Vita was released two years prior to PS4, so Vita 2 would like release in 2026, which would further support the Xbox rumors.

Note:

Rumors of Vita were around since 2009, two years before its release (2011 in Japan).

[govindhtech]

RTX 50 Series Launch Date Leak & Generational Advancements!

RTX 50 series performance and release date leaks indicate a 2024 launch and generational gain behind RTX 40

The most recent performance and release date leak for the RTX 50 Series from Moore’s Law Is Dead indicates that NVIDIA may introduce the next GPU architecture as early as Q4 2024, but with a performance boost that isn’t as noteworthy as what the RTX 40 series offered in terms of pure rasterization over the RTX 30.

When it comes to the top-tier RTX 5090 board with the GB202 GPU, NVIDIA’s next GPU architecture, codenamed “Blackwell,” is said to provide up to a 2.6x performance boost over RTX 40 Ada cards. One possible explanation for the uplift might be a higher SM count of 192. Now that the SM count has been confirmed, RedGamingTech has reviewed the RTX 5090 specs. Moore’s Law Is Dead also claims to have information on the release date and performance of the RTX 50.

Performance and release date for the RTX 50 series

Let’s start with MLID’s revelation. According to one of the leaker’s NVIDIA sources, Team Green is getting ready to release the RTX 50 Blackwell cards in Q4 2024, if the firm decides it’s time. Sales of the RTX 40 and how well-positioned RDNA 4 seems to be for the holidays are reportedly taken into consideration by NVIDIA when preparing the early launch scenario. NVIDIA is “planning to make a big deal about RTX 5000 efficiency at CES 2025,” the insider adds.

The rasterization boost of the RTX 50 won’t be “as impressive as Ampere to Ada” in terms of performance, according to MLID’s source. In our testing, they found that in the 3DMark Time Spy Graphics benchmark, the RTX 4090 outperforms the RTX 3090 by an average of 1.9x. With that in mind, the performance of the RTX 5090 may not even come close to the 2.6x that have been hearing about.

Paradoxically, according to MLID’s source, NVIDIA can make the RTX 5090 performance boost “feel” comparable in case circumstances warrant it, given that the RTX 4090 “was cut down by more than 10%.”

The specs of the RTX 5090

Red Gaming Tech has provided us with the RTX 5090 specs in addition to information on the RTX 50 Series performance and release date. Sadly, none of the leaker’s information is very novel since they already know the majority of the hardware specifications he discusses.

First off, 192 SMs, 36 GB of 36 Gbps RAM, and a 384-bit bus are all suggested by RGT for the RTX 5090 (GB202). A monolithic die made using the TSMC N3E process is another suggestion made by the leaker.

Lastly, RGT asserts that the 96 MB of L2 cache that has been reported may not be accurate.

To make the long tale short, the RTX 50 Series class of GPUs did not equivalent the substantial boost they saw during the RTX 40 series when it comes to performance, and it might ship late in 2025 or early next year. However, the information is unofficial and subject to change, as is often the case with leaks of this kind.

Read more on Govindhtech.com

[govindhtech]

Explore Intel Nova Lake CPUs’ 2026 features

2021 was the year that saw the first discovery of information pertaining to the Nova Lake family of processors developed by Intel. Back then, it was projected that the family would debut in 2025 with a significantly revised Core architecture aimed at the desktop enthusiast market. This was the expectation. This would be analogous to the manner in which AMD’s Ryzen processors of the first generation enhanced overall performance.

There have been no new advancements pertaining to this family since the previous update; however, currently, sources close to Moore’s Law Is Dead claim that Nova Lake is still in the works, despite the fact that its launch window has been unexpectedly shifted to H2 2026. MLID also provides a number of preliminary specifications, although it is highly doubtful that these will be finalized at this juncture due to the vast time horizon.

In the second half of the year 2026, Nova Lake, the successor of Arrow Lake Refresh, would be made available for public consumption. It would have up to 180 MB of last level cache, as well as P-cores with a maximum of 16 rentable units, E-cores with a maximum of 32, and LP cores with a maximum of 4. It is possible that it was fabricated utilizing nodes from either Intel’s own 14A manufacturing process or TSMC’s N2P fabrication process.

Even though Intel has claimed that it should no longer be dependent on TSMC’s manufacturing nodes by the year 2025, it looks that Nova Lake may still be built mostly on TSMC’s N2P nodes, if not fully on Intel’s replacement of the 18A node, which MLID refers to as the 14A node. This is despite the fact that Intel has stated that its dependence on TSMC’s manufacturing nodes should halt by the year 2025. Everything rests on whether or not Intel can successfully ramp up manufacturing of angstrom nodes over the next few years.

For the time being, it is projected that Nova Lake will consist of a maximum of sixteen rentable unit performance cores (owing to developments in hyperthreading technology), thirty-two improved efficiency cores known as Arctic Wolf, and four low power efficiency cores. The performance that this core count should deliver should be sufficient to compete with whatever comes after AMD’s Zen6 processors in the year 2026.

This central processing unit (CPU) should be able to compete with whatever comes after AMD’s Zen6 processors because it offers single-thread performance boosts of 20–40% higher than Arrow Lake and a massive boost of 60+% higher than the next Raptor Lake Refresh. It is projected that high-end Core Ultra 9 processors may include as much as 180 MB of cache memory at the very last level, while Core Ultra 7 computers may acquire as much as 144 MB of cache memory.

The information that was received through MLID’s prior leaks indicated that AMD will most likely debut its Zen6 processors by the end of 2025, while the launch of the Zen7 might take place as early as 2027. If Intel were to launch Nova Lake at the end of 2026, the company’s primary objective would be to play catch-up and unseat Zen6 as the market leader, not Zen7.

Because of this, Intel’s release schedule would become wildly out of sync, and the company would continue to lag behind AMD by one step for the foreseeable future. This would put Intel in a worse position than AMD.

[riilsports]

READ👀 the January 2023 issue of NFHS High School Today: https://www.nfhs.org/uploadedfiles/3dissue/HSToday/2023issues/january2023/index.html?utm_source=delivra&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=January%202023%20HST&utm_id=4588170&utm_term=January+2023+High+School+Today&dlv-emuid=f8350861-d1ee-46d7-84a9-f44012de167f&dlv-mlid=4588170 https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm4VgWXLl1M/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[shepherds-of-haven]

OH LOOOORD

When MC and Chase join their beds together and MC drifts off to sleep what did Chase say?!?!?! 👀👀👀😭

It's a secret 😌❤️

[leossmoonn]

Falling For You

masterlist

pairing - steve harrington x fem!reader

type - fluff

summary - after unwillingly tutoring steve, you both begin to fall for each other 

warnings / includes - s1 steve! mlid language, food consumption, underaged drinking, suggestive, making out. nancy and steve never dated in this, but they're friends. also I haven't watched s1 since it first came out so im sorry if my depiction of douchebag Steve is wrong lol

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*gif isn’t mine*

“Oh, hell no!” you scoff, slamming your locker shut. 

“Please, Y/n? He’s failing so bad and really, really needs the help. It'll only be for the semester,” Nancy begs. “Only for the semester. Nance, that’s like an eternity!” you laugh sourly. 

“He’s not that bad, I promise,” Nancy assures. “Oh, yeah, him smashing Jonatha's camera makes him “not bad”,” you snort.

“He’s really sweet once you get to know him,” Nancy says. “That’s what they all say. I’m not going to waste my time with some idiot who would rather make out in a dirty bathroom than be in class,” you remark. 

“I mean the benefits outweigh the consequences,” Nancy shrugs. You give her a “seriously” look. 

“I’m kidding! But his mom won’t stop bothering me about it. And since I don’t have the highest GPA…” 

“And I do?” you raise your brows. “You really want Mike to tutor him? They would rip each other to shreds,” Nancy says. 

“Oh, that really sells it,” you roll your eyes. “Look, thank you for thinking of me, but I’m not the right person to tutor him. Find a teacher or something. Or hey, you can just tutor him, but I’m not interested.” you spin on your heel and walk away, Nancy calling after you. 

“You don’t even want to earn an extra buck?” Nancy asks. “You forget that I have a job!” You exclaim, continuing to walk away. 

The idea of tutoring Steve “the Hair” Harrington is so ridiculous, you soon forget about it. That is until he sits down next to you at lunch 

The eye-watering, overwhelming scent of men’s cologne wafts into your nose. You scoot away from the smell, trying to focus back on your book.

“God, you are such a cliché.”

Your brows raise when you hear Steve’s voice. You should have known it’s him by the insane amount of hair spray you could also smell. You don’t look at him when you reply. 

“And you aren’t?” You scoff. Steve shrugs “yeah, but you’re sitting here alone reading a book while drinking chocolate milk from a straw.”

You don’t reply to him. Instead, you ignore him, blocking out any sound from him. But it fails when he begins to tap the table and hum. You groan internally, covering the ear that’s right next to him while you read the same sentence for the 10th time in a row.

“Um, hello? Are you okay?” Steve waves his hand in front of your face. You swat it away, sitting up and slamming your book closed. “What do you want?”

“Nancy told me you can tutor me since I’m failing,” he explains. Your eyes widen and you grit your teeth. “She said what?”

“Woah. I thought you knew,” Steve says. “Well, obviously not! I-I told her I can’t tutor you. God, I’m going to kill her,” you mumble. 

“Hey, why can’t you tutor me?” he frowns. You laugh dryly. “No offense, but you are… you, and I’m me.”

“Wow. That sounds like something I would say,” he chuckles. “That’s great because then you know what I mean,” you say. 

“Okay, but seriously, why won’t you tutor me? Are you like, too busy or something?” he asks. 

“Nope,” you shake your head. “Then what is it?” he presses. 

“Can’t you just accept a simple “no”?” you remark. 

“Your “no” needs an explanation.”

“Alright, fine,” you sigh. “I don’t want to tutor you, Steve. Not because I’m too busy, but because I don’t like you, and I refuse to spend time with someone whom I don’t like.”

“Wow, you have hurt me,” he pouts. “Good. Now, can you please go away?” you gesture your hand to shoo him away.

“But I really need a tutor, and Nancy recommended you. And trust me, I begged her to tutor me, but she said she doesn't like to tutor people.”

“Of course she did,” you sigh. “Look,” Steve states. “I wouldn’t be begging if it wasn’t important. I understand that you don’t like me. My reputation does not treat me well, but I really need your help. Just a couple of sessions to prepare me for a couple of my tests. Please, Y/n. I-I’ll even pay you.”

You look at him, feeling sorry for the guy. He looks sincere enough, with his brows furrowed and bottom lip pulled into a pout. Although you did have a job, the extra money would really help pay for college. Every penny counts, right?

You figure you could charge Steve anything since he’s so desperate, and you’ve heard his family has money. 

“Alright. 20 an hour or nothing,” you propose. “The hell? 10,” he argues. 

“16,” you bargain. “13,” he says. “15,” you frown. 

“Sounds like a deal,” he nods. “You’re so cheap,” you roll your eyes. 

“And you’re a very good person. I’ll see you at your place tonight?” He suggests. 

“Um, no. The library,” you frown. “Really? That’s such a boring place,” he groans.

“Library or no tutoring at all,” you threaten. “Fine, fine. After school?” he asks. 

“Sure,” you nod. “Fantastic! I’ll see you then, tutor girl,” he smiles. 

“If that becomes a thing, then I will make sure you fail.”

His brows raise. “You’re a bigger party pooper than Nancy said.” 

“Good to know that’s what my friend thinks of me,” you flash him a fake smile. “Bye, Harrington.”

“Bye, Y/n,” he gives you a little wave, jumping out of his seat and prancing back to his regular table. 

You make a mental note to pick a fight with Nancy. You also mentally prepare yourself for the worst couple of hours you’ll ever endure.

Steve’s late, as expected. You keep glancing at your watch, scolding yourself on how stupid you were to say yes. Now Steve is 15 minutes late. He probably isn’t even coming, you think. You decide to just pack up the textbooks and go home. There’s no reason to help someone who obviously doesn’t want to be helped.

As you’re about to walk out the door, it swings back, revealing Steve. Your immediate reaction is to yell at him, but you quickly taken in his appearance. Loose shirt, messy hair, face flushed. You would have thought he had been making out with someone, but his eyes tell a different story.

“I’m so sorry,” he spills out. “I-I got into a fight with my dad and he wouldn’t let me go until he was done yelling at me. And because I knew you would be mad, I asked Nancy was your favorite candy was and I got you some.” He holds out the grocery bag of chocolate and sour candy.

You open your mouth to speak, but quickly shut it when you realize you don’t know what to say. You never thought that Steve Harrington might actually have a more difficult life than he leads on at school. And he bought you candy because he felt bad, so that earns him a few points.

“It’s no problem. I… thank you.” you give him a small smile as you take the bag from him.

“I’ll try not to be late again,” he promises. You nod, “sounds good. Let’s get started, yeah?”

He nods and follows you to the desk you were sitting at. You unpack your bag, pulling out his transcript you printed.

“Woah, How did you get that?” he asks. “I asked the principal for it,” you shrug.

“Oh, are you and the principal like best friends?” he smirks.

“No, I just tutor a lot of kids and it’s easier for me to see what areas they are struggling on if I have this.”

He nods, “I see. So, how many other kids do you tutor?”

“Three others,” you answer. “Do they all suck as bad as me?” Steve chuckles.

“Actually, one of them sucks worse than you. He doesn’t even try. All he does it play guitar in his band, and he’s part of this D&D club, too.”

“Wow. What a loser.”

You shake your head. “He’s not a loser. He’s just gotten the short stick. He’s really smart, he just never has been encouraged to do better.”

“Are you nice to everyone?” Steve asks. “I try to be. Everyone except you, of course,” you give him a sweet smile.

He rolls his eyes. “Of course.” You read his transcript, raising your brows at the numbers. Steve leans over the paper anxiously. “Why are you making that face?”

You glance at him from the side, shooing him away. “Don’t get in my bubble.”

“Sorry, I’m just trying to see what you’re seeing.”

“Well, what I’m seeing is actually better than I thought. You aren’t failing too bad.”

“I’m still failing.”

“Yeah, but you’re getting 60% and 70% which I know is below average, but it’s more than half, which means you know some of the material on tests. Are you just confused about what you’re doing in your class?”

“Yeah, kind of,” he admits. You stare at him, smiling a little bit once you reach your conclusion. “I see now. You’re actually really smart, but sometimes you don’t understand the material. That causes you to be embarrassed so you don’t reach out for help.”

Heat rises to his cheeks and he looks down at the table. “Isn’t every kid like that?”

“No. I tutor this one girl who actually has no idea what is going on, and not because she doesn’t pay attention. It looks like tutoring you will be easy.”

“That’s good,” Steve beams. “Yes, but you still have to learn to ask for help. I know, guys are all “macho” and they hate losing whatever dignity they have, but you’re going to need help all the time in your life. Might as well ask for it now,” you state.

“I-I know how to ask for help!” Steve frowns. “Alright. Then after this tutoring session, I want you to ask at least two of your teachers for help. If you can do that, then I don’t really think you need me as a tutor,” you say.

“That’s such a stupid idea.”

“Well, deal with it. I mean, I can just not tutor you at all, if that’s what you want.”

“No, no!” Steve exclaims, earning glares from people. “I need your help. Please,” he begs.

You smirk at him. “Look at you, already taking the next step.”

The next couple of hours aren’t actually horrible. Nancy was right, Steve is really sweet. He’s also naturally funny and can be serious when he really wants to. You wonder if the “King Steve” act is all a lie, or he is just playing nice with you because he knows you’re his only chance at passing this year of high school. Either way, you enjoy his company.

As for Steve, he is surprised by how not stuck-up you are. He’s only had you in two classes, and that was in freshman year. You knew every answer to every question, which annoyed him to no end. Then you went off to more advanced classes, which enabled him to never see you again. Until now, of course.

You’re surprisingly funny, and a lot more sarcastic and a little bit more brazen than he expected, but he enjoys the time with you anyways. As expected, you’re very down-to-business, but you have a soft side that Steve looks forward to seeing more in the next couple of sessions.

“Good work today, Harrington. I actually think you’re going to pass,” you tease.

“Thanks. You have so much confidence,” he rolls his eyes.

You grin, “I’m kidding. Just put in the work, and ask for help. You’ll be getting A’s in no time.”

Steve can’t help but smile as well. One, because your smile is contagious. But someone having faith in him is nice. The last time someone had faith in his academics was when he was in elementary school, and at that time, it didn’t matter if you were smart or not. Even though you joked about Steve’s academic career, he can see that you meant well and you did believe in him. It feels nice.

“Thanks. So, are we doing this every Thursday?” he asks.

“If that works for you,” you nod. “It does,” he says.

“Awesome. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, probably.” you stand up and pack your things, holding your hand out for him to shake.

He laughs, “sounds like we’re business partners.”

“In a way we are,” you say. He looks down at your hand and back up to you. “Really?”

You sigh in frustration. “You’re making me look like an idiot!”

“You don’t look like an idiot,” he assures. “But you do look like a dork,” he says as he shakes your hand.

“Jeez, thanks,” you mumble. “See you, Harrington.”

“See ya,” he smiles. “Oh, hey! When can I pay you?”

“End of the month!” You answer while walking away.

He watches your retreating figure, snorting at your words. “Definitely like business partners.”

The tutoring sessions went on as planned, each time lasting an hour longer than the last. You both were surprised by how much you actually enjoyed it. Steve obviously didn’t want to have a tutor because that was time taken away from hanging out with friends, and you didn’t want to tutor him because well, we know why. But you exceeded each other’s expectations.

Not only were you able to find out Steve’s learning style, but you found out fun facts about him. Like that he’s an only child, his first kiss was when he was 10 — it was while playing spin the bottle. He’s always wanted a dog, something like a golden retriever — typical. And he’s more sincere than you would have ever guessed. He actually has a heart. Who would have thought?

But as for you, Steve knew absolutely nothing about you. Nothing super personal, anyways. He did learn little quirks about you, though. Like how you like to drink everything out of a straw. How you always pinch your nose right before you sneeze. That when you think something is super funny, you’ll wheeze laugh and snort. And when you get flustered, which it’s not difficult to make you very nervous, you tend to deflect by insulting the person.

He figures that knowing all these little things about you is better than knowing super personal details. For the time being, at least. Girls love it when guys pay attention to things they do. It usually gets Steve lucky. But, funnily enough, Steve wasn’t paying attention to you to get lucky. For one, he spent almost four hours once a week staring at you and spending one-on-one time with you. It was hard not to.

Steve should have known the signs earlier. The fact that he couldn’t wait to get out of class to see you to do more school. The blush on his cheeks he gets when you tease him. The little pitter-patter in his heart when you say his name with an annoyed smile on your face. The fact that you never fail to lighten up his mood, whether that’s when he’s actually with you, or when he thinks about you if he’s feeling sad and lonely. This all means that he has a little crush on you. Which is bad.

Steve is convinced that you would never date him because he’s not up to your standards. Hell, he’s not up to his standards for you, either. With that being said, he’s Steve Harrington, which means that he can surely woo you enough to date you. But he secretly hopes you like him for who he really is.

Steve shows up to your tutoring session with a bouquet of roses and another pack of your favorite candy.

“Oh, thank you. What’s this for?” You ask as you grab the roses.

“Just thanking you for putting up with me,” he explains. “Well, thank yourself. You make it easy,” you smile at him.

He smiles back, staring at you for a little bit too long. You nervously laugh and step back.

“Do I have something on my face?” you ask.

“Hm?” his eyes widen. “Oh, no. I’m sorry. I zoned out.”

“Are you high or something?” you joke. “No!” he exclaims. “I don’t do drugs.”

You cock your brow up. “Don’t worry. I won’t arrest you, but that’s good. You’re saving your brain.”

He lets out a breath laugh. “More like you are saving my brain. Because of the, uh, you know, tutoring.” he awkwardly scratches the back of his head. He doesn’t know why he’s so awkward all of a sudden. He’s usually so confident, that people tell him to tone it down, but with you, you just make him so tense.

You giggle softly, warming his heart. “Good one, Harrington. Are you ready to study?”

“Yes,” he nods. He follows you to the usual study space, getting started on his homework. 10 minutes in, he finds it hard to focus on economics. His eyes keep sliding to you, and not being able to look away. You look so pretty, like you do every day. He just can’t help but admire you, especially since he’s so close to you now. Usually, he would stare at you from afar at lunch, but he gets to appreciate your beauty during the study sessions.

“Harrington? Harrington, hello? Steve!” you snap your fingers in front of his face.

He jumps back. “Y-Yeah?”

You frown, “what is wrong with you today? Are you tired or something?”

“N-No. I… I’m sorry. I have a lot on my mind,” he says.

“Well, if you don’t think you can focus today, all you have to do is just reschedule. I can do tomorrow evening,” you offer.

He shakes his head. “Tina is having a party.”

Your eyes widen in shock. You feel embarrassed for no reason. Of course he’s going to a party, you think. Why would he want to spend his Friday night studying in a library with you?

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. Um, are you busy Sunday?”

“No,” he answers. “Do you want to do Sunday then?” you ask.

“No, I can do today,” he says. “Are you sure?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he confirms. You sigh, “alright. If you say so.”

Steve bites his lip, anxiously chewing on it. He feels bad. He can see the frustration on your face. He wishes there is a way he could make up for it, besides obviously paying attention to you. As he thinks for a second, a lightbulb turns on above him.

“Hey, are you busy tomorrow evening?” he asks. You stare a him, giving him the most unbelievable look ever. “Are you seriously inviting me to that party?”

“I- why not? It’ll be fun,” he says. “Steve, I’m not a party person. Well, not that type of party person,” you say.

“It’s not gonna be that type of party. There’s only beer.”

“I don’t really want to be surrounded by sweaty, drunk people.”

“It’s really not like that.”

“Then how come everyone is always hungover the day after?”

He opens his mouth but it shuts close.

“See? It is like that type of party. Thank you for inviting me, but I’ll have to decline.” you look back at the textbook book, re-reading the material to become more familiar with it.

“I’ll stay with you the whole time and I won’t drink, I promise.”

You sigh, “That’s real noble, Steve, but I know what those parties can be like. You’ll want to have fun like everyone else, and that’ll cause you to drink, which will cause you to forget all about me. And it’s not like I need you to babysit me, but I don’t want to be alone.”

He shakes his head and grabs your hand, looking you dead in the eyes. Your heart stops as he touches you. You’re nervous to look at him, but he compels you. You stare into his pretty brown eyes while he tries to convince you.

“I will not leave you alone, I promise. I won’t drink and I will not keep you up past your bedtime, which I know is super early, so we might only be able to stay for an hour,” he finishes with a little grin.

You roll your eyes with a smile, making him even more infatuated with you.

“I… I’ll think about it, okay? But don’t be surprised if I say no.”

“Alright, sounds great!” he exclaims. “I said maybe, not yes,” you remind him.

“But it could turn into a yes,” he adds. “It might,” you agree.

The rest of the tutoring session you were debating whether or not going to that party. It’s not like you were a total party virgin. You had been to one, and you didn’t hate it, but you didn’t know anyone and you also didn’t like smelling B.O. and vomit everywhere you walked. After that, you steered clear of them. It just wasn’t your thing.

But the bad-smelling atmosphere and wasted teenagers aren’t the only things you are worried about.

You hate to admit this, but you’re falling for Steve. You swore to yourself, to Nancy, to Barb, and to your stuffed animals that you would never ever be caught dead falling for someone like Steve. Yet, as it turns out, he gives you butterflies. Makes you laugh and smile so much that your face hurts after each day of studying. You find yourself thinking about him at night and each morning. You get excited when it’s the day you get to tutor him.

It doesn’t help that he keeps proving that he’s not so much of a jerk. He has his moments, but to you, it seems like he’s just been misguided and pressured to be someone he’s not by his unfortunate friend group. Does that excuse the things he has done? No. But it does off an explanation.

You don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of him at the party is what you’re most worried about. You probably would have one drink, but because your tolerance is so low, you’re afraid that you would get drunk off of a couple of sips and fall flat on your face. Or in another scenario, you’re worried that you’ll be too socially awkward to do anything, and you'll just be a wallflower, either forcing Steve to stay with you or end up with him abandoning you. Both scare you, but there is a benefit to going to the party.

You’ll simply be able to spend time with him. Spending 4-5 hours with him once a week is great and all, but you barely talk about anything other than school. You want to get to know him more, have him know more about you. You want spend the whole night with him if that’s possible.

“So, have you decided yet?” Steve asks you after you’re done tutoring him.

“I’ve been focused on this Steve,” you gesture to the textbooks.

“So is that a no?” he asks. You roll your eyes and gently punch his shoulder. “It means no. I’ll let you know tomorrow, how about that?”

“Alright. If you decide to go, let me know an hour before so I can pick you up. And make sure to give me your address,” he says.

“Will do,” you nod.

He stands in front of you, clutching his binders close to his chest. He stares at you, a million words running through his mind. How pretty you are, how excited he is to go to the party with you, how he likes you and wants you to be his girlfriend.

You can see it in his eyes that he wants to say something. Your chest fills with hope, wondering if he’ll ask you out on a date, but he disappoints you like he manages to do every time after your sessions.

“See you tomorrow, Y/n,” he gulps harshly, cursing himself in his head. He sees your face fall and his stomach twists. Before he can say anything else, you’re already telling him goodbye.

“See you, Steve. Goodnight.” you give him a little smile, walking away with your head down. Your shoulders sag and Steve knows he did something wrong. He hopes he can make it up to you tomorrow at the party.

It’s the next say and you’re still nervous about the party. You haven’t officially told Steve you will go yet, and each moment that passes when you don’t tell him, you feel yourself backing out. As much as you don’t want to spend your Friday night partying till the sun rises, you also worry that this will be your only chance at starting something with Steve. So you find him at his locker at the end of the day.

“Hey, Steve,” you give him a shy smile. “Hey, Y/n!” he chirps. He shuts his locker and leans against it, running a hand through his hair. You catch yourself staring at the lion's mane on his head, hoping you’ll get a chance to run your fingers through it tonight.

“What’s up?” he asks.

Now it’s your turn to admire him. The little stubble on his chin and upper lip, the moles on his cheek, and the one on his jaw. His annoyingly perfect hair that you just know feels like a cloud. His cute and charming smile that makes you melt. It all convinces you to go to the party to spend time with him.

“I wanted to tell you that I decided to go to the party,” you answer.

His face lights up and he’s smiling from ear-to-ear. “Really?”

“Yep,” you nod. “That’s awesome! It’s going to be so much fun, I promise,” he beams.

“I don’t doubt it will. But you have to promise not o leave me or anything. I don’t need you to babysit me, but obviously, you’re my only friend that is going so —”

“Don’t worry. I will be your party buddy the whole night.”

“Great, thank you.”

“Of course. I’ll always be there for you.”

There’s a weird couple of seconds where you two are just staring at each other. For a moment, you swear you see his eyes drop down to your lips before they appear looking into your eyes again. You feel a pull towards him, but you remind yourself you’re in school, and everyone is in the hallway. You don’t want your first kiss to be here.

“I’ll see you tonight?” you confirm. “Yes. Oh, I need your address,” he says.

“14056 Copper Hill Drive,” you say. “14056 Copper Hill. Got it”, he nods.

“Cool. Um, what time will you pick me up?”

“Is 7 okay? Or we can go earlier if you want to get dinner.”

The idea of getting dinner with him makes your heart flutter, but you turn it down. You don’t want to go to dinner then to a party right after. You’d rather have them was exclusive events. He looks a little disappointed when you decline, but the light in his eyes doesn’t diminish.

“7 is it. See you, Y/n,” he waves. “See you, Steve,” you smile.

You spent the rest of the day worrying about what to wear, but when 7 o’clock rolled around, you were all dressed up.

You peer out your window, watching with jitters as Steve’s car pulls up. You tell your parents goodbye, practically jumping down the stairs to go outside. As you open the door, you’re surprised to see Steve out of his car. You both stop in your tracks once you see each other.

“Hey,” he smiles, a little breathless from how beautiful you look.

“Hi,” you smile shyly, not being able to take your eyes off of him. He looks so handsome.

“I was gonna go up to the door, but it looks like you were already watching out for me.”

“Sorry. I’m excited.”

His smile gets wider. “Good. I’m glad. Let’s go, shall we?”

You nod and walk to the passenger seat of his car.

“Your house is nice,” he comments once he starts driving. “Thank you. I bet your house is nicer, though. I’ve heard the Harringtons are wealthy.”

Steve shrugs, “we do okay.”

A comfortable silence falls over you two. You arrive at Tina’s party in 15 minutes. You begin to open your door, but Steve stops you.

“M’lady,” he smile as he opens your door. You giggle, “thank you, kind sir.”

You slip your hand into his as you climb out of the car. He shuts the door and locks the car as you two walk to the house still hand in hand.

Steve opens the door and your ears are already bleeding. You look around the small room, scrunching your nose as you see people making out and others having drinking contests.

“Yeah, they go wild,” Steve clicks his tongue. “Let me get you something to drink, yeah?” he suggests.

You nod in agreement. Your heart stops for a moment as you feel his hand on the middle of your back, just an inch higher from where your skin shows.

“This okay?” he leans down to whisper. His breath fans over the neck, making you shiver. “Yeah, yeah,” you nod a little too much.

He smiles a little and guides you to the refreshment table. He grabs himself a beer and pours you some punch.

“Thank you,” you say. You take a sip, trying to taste it it’s spiked. “I can’t tell if it’s alcoholic or not.”

“Here, let me taste,” Steve says. You have him take a sip of your punch. “Oh, it’s a little bit spiked. I can see if she has water.”

“No, no, it’s okay. I won’t have a lot. It won’t hurt me too much,” you shrug.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to get sick,” Steve worries. You smile at him, your heart warming at his words. “Yes, I’m sure. I’ll only have one cup and then you can find me that water.”

“Alright,” he agrees.

“Yo, Steve!” Tommy exclaims. “Hey!” Steve smiles, bringing him into a hug.

“Look what you brought,” Tommy grins at you, looking at you like a piece of meat.

You look down at your feet, hoping he’ll go away. Luckily, Steve notices your uneasiness and realizes that Tommy is being gross.

“This person is Y/n. She’s my tutor,” Steve explains. Tommy snorts, “you brought your tutor to a party?”

Steve glares at him. “She’s a regular person, too.”

“Yeah, she’s hot,” Tommy says, speaking as if you’re not there.

Steve huffs and wraps a protective arm around you, gently pulling you into his side.

“She’s off-limits, Tommy.”

Tommy holds his hands up in surrender. “Just sayin’. Nice seeing you, Steve.”

“Yeah, you, too,” Steve says bitterly. He turns to you when Tommy leaves. “I’m sorry about him. He’s a horn-dog.”

You sigh, “it’s fine. If he comes back I’ll make sure he stays away.”

Steve laughs, “good plan. Hey, are you sure you want to be here?”

Your head shoots up. “No, I do.”

“You sure? We can leave and just like, watch a movie or something,” he suggests.

You shake your head. “I’m okay.” “Okay. If you want to go home just say the word,” he says.

You nod and smile at him. Your attention strays from him to the radio. “Oh, this is my favorite song! Can we dance?”

“You like Elton John?” Steve raises his brows. “Yes, do you not?” you ask.

“I love him,” Steve says. “I’m just liking you more and more,” you grin as you pull him onto the dance floor.

You two begin to bob your heads, getting more into the music as it progresses. Steve can’t take his eyes off of you. He’s seeing such a different side of you. Someone who is carefree and has sweet dance moves. It’s impossible for him, but he’s falling for you even more.

“I like your dance moves!” he shouts over the music. “Thanks! I’ve had practice,” you grin.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah! My friends and I have dance battles.”

His smile gets impossibly wider. “That is the most dorkiest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

“Well, it pays off, right? Plus, you can barely dance!”

“Oh, thanks,” he snorts. “Always speaking the truth,” you wink.

After I’m Still Standing plays, Every Breath You Take plays, allowing you and Steve to catch your breath.

“Do you like The Police, too?” Steve asks. You nod, “they’re one of my favorites.”

“Mine, too,” he agrees. Your body jolts as his hand rests on the small of your back, right where the little sliver of your skin is showing. He leans down, noticing your jumpy eyes and heavy breathing. “This okay?” he breathes against your neck.

You don’t know if it’s because you’re a little tired from dancing or the alcoholic punch, but your mind is spinning now. You don’t even hear the music anymore. All you can focus on is his warm skin against yours and the fact that his lips are so close to your neck.

“Yes,” you say quickly. You decide to put your drink down on the floor, having enough of it for tonight. You wrap one arm around his neck, pushing yourself flush against him. His eyes widen and his throat becomes dry. His hold on you tightens. His free hand traces up your bare arms, reaching your shoulders and skimming your jaw. Goosebumps form on your skin as he lights a trail of fire. He eventually cups your cheek, unleashing butterflies in your stomach.

“Have I told you how good you look tonight?” he asks.

“No,” you shake your head. “Well,” he looks you up and down, causing your stomach to twist. “You look fantastic.”

Your smile gets so wide your cheeks begin to hurt. “You think so?”

He states into your eyes, captivating you. “I know so.”

God, you could fall in love with him.

Your breath is caught in your throat as you see his eyes drop down to your lips. You grip his shoulder with one hand, pressing yourself closer to him. He’s so warm and smells so sweet.

His fingertips glide across your skin, his thumb stroking your cheekbone. Now you’re staring at his lips, your chest heaving up and down. You want to taste him. Feel his lips on your skin.

“Y/n,” he breathes out, voice raspy and low. “Steve,” you say, your throat hoarse. He’s so close to you now, closer than he’s ever been. You can smell the beer on his lips and almost feel how soft they are. Steve wraps his hand around the back of your head, his fingers tangling with your hair. Your eyes flutter close as you lean in. His lips skim yours. You’re hungry now.

“Wait,” he says. You glance up at him, furrowing your brows. “Is something wrong?”

“I… I don’t want it to be like this,” he explains. “I want it to be more special.”

“Oh, Steve,” you awe. “This is special.”

He shakes his head. “No, it’s not. Let me take you somewhere nice. Let me be the guy for you.” You both are shocked by the words that come out of his mouth. His face turns tomato red and you feel giddy inside.

“I didn’t mean to say that. Shit. Just let me take you out to dinner,” he mumbles. He hangs his head low in embarrassment.

“Steve,” you say, a silly grin on your face. You take his face in your hands and hold his head up to look at you.

“Yeah?” he asks, fearing the worst of what you’ll say.

You shuffle closer to him, leaning up to his ear. “You’re already the guy for me.”

With that being said, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a breath-taking kiss. Your eyes flutter shut and you melt against him, burying your hands in his hair and kissing him harder.

He’s so addicting, even just from the first movement of his lips. You never want to stop. Your senses are on overdrive as all you can smell and taste are him. The only thing you can hear is your pounding heart. You kiss him open-mouthed now, gliding your tongue across his. As the kiss gets more intense, he pulls away. You both are panting, grins on your faces.

You don't need to speak. You already know what the other it thinking just by the look in your eyes.

Steve pulls you close to him, kissing the top of your head as you sway to the slow song playing. You hold each other, forgetting you're in a crowded room. You both are so immersed in each other that nothing matters.

“I think I’m falling for you,” you whisper against his neck.

He hugs you closer. “Good, because I already know I am.”

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