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sugarlywhispers · 30 days ago

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b.katsuki x reader (fem) | quirkless!reader, prohero!dynamight, arranged marriage au.

a.n; fare warning, THIS IS A MONSTER<3 lol

Fuckin' Marry Me Series | First Part | Second Part |

The gentle sound of the scribble your pen makes over the paper, right where it requires your formal signature, is heard louder than you expected in that tense silence. Well, it isn't a bad silence, but more like an anxious one. One that has Bakugou, who is sitting right next to you, literally shaking his right leg up and down continuously, even though you already told him you would do this.

And what does ‘this’ mean? It means you agreed to marry Bakugou-annoying ass-Katsuki. To help him finally be free from his own mother's clutches.

You had a hard time believing in the whole story he told you when he knocked on your door last Sunday morning –almost tearing down the door actually– after his father died. Even though you had agreed that same day, you asked him for a few days to clear your head a bit. He accepted, respecting your space even at work, which was weird.

A normal day at work always starts with a banter with this same man right at the entrance of the company and it follows until you enter the elevator. Everyone is already used to it, so they ignore both of you. It mostly ends when you have to get off on the floor where your office is, which is one under the one where all heroes keep their hero costumes and get changed. Of course, sometimes the banter would continue if you were assigned to work with Hero Dynamight through the earbuds that connected you at a distance.

That Monday morning though, was different. Weird for everyone who looked at both of you in shock. The moment you stood in front of the other right outside the company, everyone was waiting for it to happen, yet found themselves opening their eyes wide in surprise as you and Bakugou simply bowed slightly in hello and walked towards the building in complete silence. It followed inside the elevator, where he willingly stood next to you –you always stood on each side of it to avoid even accidentally touching. Nobody could believe their eyes. Especially when it was your moment to walk out on your floor and he said, “See ya’ around”, and you turned your head towards him and slightly smiled, murmuring a timidly, “You too. Take care outside.”

That day you weren't assigned to work with him, nor the two days after –in which these same actions and words were repeated by both of you every morning– yet you could feel the whispers and gossip around about this neutral ground between you two. Your boss even called you to his office to ask if everything was okay.

You internally laughed at the situation. It was so normal for you to fight with Bakugou that everyone found it weird and worrisome if you didn't. It was actually hilarious.

Wednesday shift had you entering the office at 5 p.m. and would have you leaving at almost 3 a.m. –if the hero assigned to you didn't get caught in a villain fight around that time. So when you were about to take the elevator and its door opened, you almost bumped into a freshly showered and already leaving Bakugou Katsuki.

“Oh, hey…”

“Hey,” he answered back. Both of you took a step out of the elevator, standing right in front of each other. One of his hands flew to the back of his head, scratching it and making small droplets of his still wet hair fall as he spoke, “I was, ummm, gonna talk to you today… but, umm, your shift…”

“Oh yeah, it's night shift today,” you nodded, hands holding the strap of your bag, trying to look casual and not let the nerves be shown. “Yours finished?”

“Yeah, tomorrow's night shift for me.”

“I know, I'm with you tomorrow,” you smiled.

His eyebrows pulled up, nodding in acceptance, “Cool.”

Yours frown, tilting your head a bit to the side, “Is it? Since when?” Now that you think about it, all that neutral ground between you two was very weird. New, but weird.

He rolled his eyes, hands hiding inside the pockets of his jacket.

“Since I'm trynna marry y–”

“Shhhh! Shut it, not here!” He smirked arrogantly. Ah, there's the comeback of the old annoying Bakugou.

“I–...”

“KATSUKI!”

A screeching yell made the hairs of your arms stand in alert, completely unexpected for you. Yet for the man in front of you was a sound he was very familiar with. He grunted, his mood completely changing into anger as he turned around towards the yell.

“The fuck are you doing here, old hag?”

Oh. His mother.

You have seen her at a distance before, never actually got to meet her personally or even hear her voice –you were glad about that last particular fact though, she sounded awful.

You didn't miss to recognize the position Bakugou had you at the moment when he turned around and covered your small form behind his massive body from his mother to even acknowledge your presence there. You're grateful for his surprising and kind of sensitive tact. He's giving you an out from that, what you know for sure was going to be, a quite tense moment.

“I fucking told you, you need to hurry! I’m not fucking waiting for you any longer!” She yelled again, not caring at all about the place she was nor the people around in the lobby.

Bakugou looked to the side, taking a very deep breath before pinching his nose. His hand then hung loosely on the side of his body, but he kept opening and closing his hand in a fist. Oh wow, he was really holding himself back.

You didn't know what possessed you to do what you did or why, but you acted before thinking.

Your hand flew towards his, holding his trembling fist tightly. You knew it took him by surprise, but he hid it well by standing straighter, body still hiding you behind him. You knew for a fact that his face didn’t show any emotion other than anger, so nothing was amiss. His arm flexed behind him, bringing yours with his, as his hand opened and held yours tightly back.

This had been the very first time you willingly touched him. The first time you actually ever touched him at all. And your eyes couldn't leave the sight of his big hand fully surrounding yours, making you feel smaller than ever. I mean, you had eyes, he was a freaking hulk next to you. But the warm feeling of it enclosing yours securely made you feel safe, protected. It also felt calloused, a hand that was used every day to bring down bad guys and protect a whole nation, if not the world. Yet the warmth in it made your whole body tingle.

Fuck. What was this?

“I fuckin’ told you not to come in the first place,” he didn't need to yell, his voice sounded loud and clear even at the distance.

“HURRY THE FUCK UP!”

You tightened your hold on his hand, just to ground him in support. He sighed, returning the gesture to thank you before saying in his mother's direction, “I'm fuckin’ going, you pain in the ass”, and walked towards her, letting go of your hand.

His mother simply turned and walked in front of him outside of the building. She never realized you had been there the whole time.

The moment had been so stressful, and if that was what Bakugou had to deal with every day since he was born, damn. You actually felt sorry for him.

Thanks to the glass walls of the lobby you could watch the Bakugous walk towards the expensive car waiting for them outside. They were clearly shit-talking to each other the whole way, until before they got inside the car, his mother actually slapped the back of his head strongly. Twice.

A rising rage traveled up your body, hands closing in fists. What the fuck?! Who the fuck did she think she was? Why the hell did she need to fucking hit him like that, twice? Why the hell did she do it at all? Fuck, you were starting to believe in everything Bakugou told you about her.

“You get it now, don't you?” Izuku's voice from behind you made you jump a bit in surprise.

You cleared your throat, looking elsewhere and breathing deeply, trying to clear your head.

“I don't–”

Izuku's hand raised, making you go silent. “Before you come up with a clever excuse, let me remind you that Kacchan and I have been friends since diapers… and we talk to each other.”

His eyeing made you gulp, but his words were clear enough, “You know then.”

He nodded, hand detaining the elevator’s doors so you both could enter, him after you. “He came to my apartment right after and told me all that happened. I was at the funeral too.”

He didn't need to explain anymore, it was more than clear he was talking about last Sunday when Bakugou asked you to marry him. You knew his father had died sometime Saturday afternoon and that the funeral was held that same night. Bakugou had come to your apartment right after his father had been cremated.

“I know you two fight like cats and dogs all the time, but he's not that bad once you give him a chance. And by what you just saw, I know you understand now why he's always on the defensive.”

You sigh. Damn it, you do. Growing up in an environment like that made you think it was actually a miracle Bakugou turned out the way he did.

“I also know that you agreed to marry him to help him be finally free from his mother,” he confirmed out loud once the doors of the elevator closed and it was just the two of you in there.

“Any advice?”

He chuckled, turning his whole body and looking directly at you, “Be open-minded. Kacchan's mouth sometimes opens before he thinks and his words don't mean what he actually intended, but his actions speak louder than anything.”

You rolled your eyes. Ugh, you were feeling the stress already.

The elevator signaled that you had arrived at your floor, so you sighed, nodding in his way as an answer and walking outside. But before the doors closed, Izuku held them for a bit longer to talk again.

“Also… Be smarter.”

“Than him?” You asked confused.

“Than her.”

And with that, he let the doors close, a smile plastered on his face that told on all the mischief his eyes shined with.

This little… cheeky bastard.

The audacity.

You made a mental note to punch Izuku the next time you bumped into him. On purpose.

Throughout the rest of the day, you couldn't get that image of Bakugou being abused by his own mother out of your head. Because yes, it was fucking abuse. And in fucking public! How many times had this happened already? And why the fuck no one had ever said or done anything against it? Even when he was a kid?!

It was outrageous.

And the fact that Bakugou held himself back, because you knew he did, not only because she was his mother but also because she was a woman –and you could bet she fucking used that at her advantage– only spoke about the kind of man he was.

Bakugou Katsuki is a good man.

You took your cell phone out and searched for his contact number, your fingers flying over the keyboard.

You: Make the appointment for this Friday.

His reply didn't take long.

Bakugou K.: Done.

You took a deep breath. The decision was made. And you were not going to back out from it. Or so you hoped.

Another notification made your phone ring and it was another text message.

Bakugou K.: Thank you.

The beginning of a smile threatened to break out from your mouth as you re-read that message several times. Until the loud pip-ing that alerted a villain attack completely distracted you, or more like, brought you back to reality.

The rest of the days went faster than you expected.

The shift on Wednesday ended on time, miraculously. So at exactly 3 a.m. you were turning off your computer and putting your stuff back in your bag. You had several notifications on your phone but didn't feel like giving them your attention at that moment, choosing to concentrate on clearing your space and going back home. You let out several yawns when you got inside the elevator, holding yourself on the handrail, sleep having you on the verge of passing out tired of the stressful days. For some reason, villains chose that week to be more active than usual, which demanded more of your focus and being in constant alert mode.

When the doors finally opened on the lobby floor, you walked towards the check-in clock to mark the end of your shift. You bowed goodbye to the receptionist and walked towards the entrance of the company. For a moment, you entertained your mind with the idea of taking a taxi to get home faster. But damn it, that was expensive, and you were not going to waste money like that. And even if you wanted to, you couldn't.

You sighed, covering your neck as best as you could with your coat once you crossed the doors, and began your walk in the direction you needed to go. It was a very chilly night, but because it was Spring, you didn't expect such cold weather.

You were thinking about how you'd have to resist this coldness until you got home when you looked up and recognized Bakugou's obviously expensive car and him resting against it, arms crossed over his chest.

“What are you doing here?”

“You didn't check your messages, short-legs?”

You denied, head shaking, “I finished the shift and packed everything. Wanted to leave as soon as possible…”

He snorted, shaking his head, “Get in. I'll take you home.”

“Oh, it's okay. I can walk…”

He frowned, “The fuck you think I would be here for then? Get in the car, dumbass.”

“Geez. Okay! No need to get grumpy, asshole.”

You rounded his car towards the passenger seat and climbed in. He followed and got on the driver's side.

The inside was warm, as the heater had been on. You smiled gladly, rubbing your freezing-cold hands to warm them up faster.

“Can't believe you were planning to walk home. Are you stupid?”

You opened your mouth, ready to fire back, but Izuku's words invaded your mind.

“…Kacchan's mouth sometimes opens before he thinks and his words don't mean what he actually intended, but his actions speak louder than anything…”

You thought for a moment, and it was actually easier than you thought to figure it out. Bakugou wasn't actually trying to insult you. He was worried that you would walk home that early in the morning, when the sun wasn't even out yet, in that weather.

Oh. That changed the perspective entirely.

“Yeah, actually,” you chuckled, hands still rubbing to heat them up. “I can't afford a taxi, and the subway isn't open yet.”

He turned on the car, but his attention was on you, “What you mean you can't afford a stupid taxi? Isn't your pay–…”

You denied, body relaxing a bit over the seat thanks to the warmth as he drove smoothly. You liked warm things. Spring was your favorite season because of it.

“Contrary to common belief, Quirk & Training Specialists don't gain much.”

“What?! Why? I mean… Most of the time is thanks to your area that we heroes are fuckin’ alive.”

“Awww. Thank you for admitting it! Now, would you admit that publicly?”

“Of fuckin’ course I would!”

You smiled, “Well, you would be the first one. Tell me, do you think other heroes would willingly admit that their wins sometimes belong to a ghost that tells them what to do or where to go through their earbuds?”

Your words made him close his mouth. Aha. Touché.

You chuckled, “It's okay, Bakugou. It's my job.”

“Now that I think about it, your name is nowhere to be seen in my reports. It's not even fuckin’ mentioned as a sidekick or something.”

“That's because I'm not a sidekick. I'm just a quirkless person who is observant enough to point you the best way to go. I'm not that important…”

“Shut the fuck up.”

You looked at him, trying to decipher what he meant. He didn't mean to insult you, what he was trying to say is, “don't say that about yourself”.

Wow. Izuku was so right about that advice. You made a mental note to thank him the next time you saw him. After punching him, of course.

The rest of the car ride was silent. But not uncomfortable. The gentle sound of the heater turned on was relaxing enough to even doze you a bit, warm and content.

Bakugou didn't speak until he parked right in front of your apartment building. You immediately noticed you had probably slept the rest of the way.

“I'm sorry, I think I fell asleep.”

“You think?” He chuckled, face looking your way. You snorted back, finding his teasing funny. His crooked smile made tingles run up your arms. Or was it the heater? Yes, that probably was it, the heater.

You cleared your throat and looked down at your seat belt and untied it –wait. You didn't remember putting it on. Did he… Did he put it on you when you fell asleep? Oh, my. You gulped, feeling the tingles run all over your body again. Fuck. You needed to leave that small space you shared with this man, like… now.

But before you did, you looked back at him one more time.

“Thank you… for driving me home,” you pulled a rebellious strand of hair behind your ear and smiled. You were indeed grateful that you actually didn't have to freeze on your way home, so you bowed slightly too.

You were about to open the door when he spoke.

“Wait,” you turned back at him and watched curiously as he opened the compartment, taking out a small folder.

He pushed it in your direction and looked expectantly at you. You took it, a bit doubtful, not quite understanding what it meant.

“I said I would sign a contract if that's what you wanted. It's just a draft, but I put some items in there that I want you to check. You can add some yourself. And if we both agree, we can sign it.”

Oh. “Oh, okay… I'll check it out and let you know.”

He nodded in response and you finally got out of the car and ran through the shocking cold towards your building. Inside the elevator, you pressed the folder over your chest. This felt way more real than what you felt earlier when you made the final decision and texted him.

But something tasted a bit… bitter. Was this something you had to do on your own? Like, the marriage was between the both of you. And while it wasn’t one out of a loving relationship, it was still something that included both. This contract thing felt like something you needed to sit down and review together.

You decided then.

Your hand searched for your phone in your bag, and ignoring all the notifications, you directly made the call.

Not one ring later, he picked up the call.

“Are you o–...”

“Did you leave?” You interrupted him before he could say anything else.

“No, I'm still down here.”

“Umm, are you tired? Cause if you are we can definitely leave it for tomorrow, or better said later, but I slept through the car ride so I'm not that tired anymore, but if you think–”

“Cut the fuckin’ rambling. Go to the point, short-legs.”

You sighed, fingers sliding through your hair and pulling it back. “If you want, he can revise this now. I think it's better if we do it together.”

You heard the intake of a deep breath, a relieved one, before he said, “Yeah… Okay. I'm on my way up.” The sound of the car's door closing confirmed he was on his way.

“Okay.”

“Okay.” He repeated and then ended the call.

It took you both three hours and just one heated discussion to come to terms with each of the items. Both satisfied with the consensual agreements, you brought out your laptop and rewrote it. You printed two copies, one for each, that you both signed. That's how the contract was ready and done. Now the next and final step would be the marriage in front of a judge. That Friday. In one day.

“We need two witnesses,” you reminded him, to which he grunted.

“Right, I forgot about that.”

“Well, we already know who you are picking…”

He pulled up an eyebrow, looking in your direction, “Huh? And who am I picking, know-it-all?”

You rolled your eyes, but smiled nonetheless, “Izuku.”

He tched, not admitting it out loud, but it was obvious you were right.

You chose to let it be and not cause any banter, mostly because you definitely felt more tired than a few hours back.

“Smart-ass. Then who are you picking, mmh?”

You shrugged, “I don't know. I was thinking Mina,” his groan made you chuckle, “but I think Jirou would keep a low profile better.”

“Yeah, good thinking.” You nodded in agreement. You loved Mina, and you knew he did too, but she couldn't keep things down sometimes. And one of the items was to keep a low profile throughout the whole marriage thing. Bakugou hated the press and paparazzi, and you weren't a fan of them either. Even though you had never been the center of attention of them, you actually preferred to keep it that way. On the low and as invisible as possible.

Thursday went very quiet and chill, which was very surprising considering it was Dynamight's shift. Sometimes, villains made you think they had a particular masochistic side and loved appearing whenever Pro Hero Dynamight was around. Some of them even loved to provoke him on purpose so he would yell all those obscenities towards them. And they enjoyed it. Freaks.

But not that Thursday. It had been a very peaceful one. It even found you chatting with Bakugou through the earbuds.

“So what now, ya’ gonna fuckin’ tell me Endeavor is better than All Might?”

“Oh, shut up, you All Might-obsessed-freak! I will admit All Might was huge, but you can't deny Endeavor stood his ground and made big stuff too.”

“Like fuckin’ what?”

“The fight with the nomu–”

“HA! Please! That was child's play. All Might took down AFO.”

“Yeah. But it was Deku who won against him in the end, not him. And All Might only fought twice against AFO. Endeavor killed a powerful nomu.”

“You are so fuckin’ blind!”

“You are the blind one!”

“How could you say Endeavor is better than All Might?!”

“I did not say that!”

“Wait– then what did y–?”

“I just said, Endeavor was N° 1 too. He was a Hero too. He deserves a bit of recognition.”

You could hear Bakugou’s snort, “So you like them complicated and misunderstood…”

Bakugou’s malice in his teasing was palpable, yet you always had an answer for him.

“Well… What does that say about you?”

“Oh, shut the fuck up!”

If you had been paying attention to your surroundings, you would have noticed all your co-workers smiling at your cute banter with Bakugou. Yet you were so invested in it, you didn't notice.

Conversations that also led to getting to know each other a little bit more also happened.

“I like orange. You?”

The question took you by surprise after almost half an hour of silence from both ends. Yet, it didn't surprise you at all his preference in color. It was kind of obvious.

“Figures. It doesn't surprise me at all–”

“What the fuck does that mean?!”

“Mine is purple.”

“Why?”

“Ummm, I don't know. I always pictured that if I had become a Hero, my costume would be purple. I decided that even before I knew if I had a Quirk or not.”

You had said it in a conversational tone, never intended to make him feel some type of way. Yet, he still asked, “And is still your favorite, even after–”

“–after I found out I am quirkless? Yes. Why wouldn't it be?”

“Mmmh,” was his simple answer.

The shift ended peacefully and on time, which both of you were grateful for, considering what the following day was.

When the shift was over, you waited a considerate couple of minutes. Minutes it would take the heroes to come back from their shift to the company. Then, you got inside the elevator but instead of going down, you went one floor up.

Your phone rang with a notification.

Bakugou K.: You asked her yet?

You rolled your eyes. So impatient.

You: No, I'm about to. I'm on your floor.

Bakugou K.: Slow ass.

You still wanted to punch him, sometimes.

You put your phone back inside your bag as you walked towards the girls’ wing of the floor, completely avoiding even looking at the boys' wing way. You knocked two times before Ochako opened the door slightly to look who it was.

“Oh, hi, Y/N!”

“Y/N!”

“Hi!”

“Hello, Y/N.”

“HI BABY!!”

All the girls present that shift greeted you cheerfully, especially Mina. You greeted back while entering the room and closing the door behind you.

You chatted with all of them here and there as they got changed, not an ounce of shyness between all of you. You were friends with almost all of them, having already worked with the majority of the girls and hung out with them many times. You knew almost all about them. Their sleep faces, their ugly cries, their drunk personalities. All of it. And they knew you too. That's why you didn't need to be subtle at all when you said, “I actually need to speak with Jirou for a moment”. Everyone understood and took it nicely as they hurried a bit their way into their clothes and grabbed their stuff before leaving you two alone.

All of them knew you and Jirou had a special friendship, a close one. She was the one you always went to when you really needed to confide in someone with something deep within you. The same thing was for Jirou. You were actually the first one of all to know when Denki confessed his feelings to her, and even talked her through her own ‘secret’ feelings for him.

“What's up, buddy?” She straddled one of the benches and sat, patting the place in front of her for you to follow.

You sat in front of her crossing your legs under you, your bag actually forgotten on the floor down the bench.

“I'm going to tell you something, but I need you to keep an open mind and listen to it all before you say anything.”

She jerked her head back a bit, already feeling confused, “You're scaring me already.”

“You have no idea…” You sighed and began the tell-tale.

Her eyes kept opening wider and wider with each thing you told her about what had been happening with you and Bakugou these last days.

What it felt like probably an hour later, you finished with, “So, that's why… we are going to get married tomorrow.”

Jirou fastly stood up, almost jumping a few steps back, and pointed a finger at you.

“That's it! That's why you have been so civil to each other! I knew something was up with– WAIT,” oh yeah, you thought she hadn't quite listened to what you just said. But then it came, “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! Y/N!! YOU'RE FUCKING JOKING.”

You shook your head, “No, I'm not.” The calmness and firm tone in which you answered made her sidetrack tons in her own reaction, as she sat back down in front of you and took your hands in hers.

“Honey, it isn't your obligation to do any of this. You know that, right?”

You smiled, the clear worry in Jirou's eyes warming your little heart. You had such a good friend.

“I do. But I want to do this. For him.” You were sincere, and you knew Jirou could see it in your eyes too.

“Even though you don’t like each other??”

“Even though we don’t like each other.”

You repeated, but your tone was decisive. Jirou looked at you silently for a moment, then sighed and nodded.

“Okay… Whatever you choose, I'm here for and with you.” Your arms immediately surrounded her neck in a hug. She returned it gladly, patting your back in reassurance. “And if he hurts you, just tell me. I'll make him pay.”

You laughed amusingly. “I know you will. But this isn't the only thing I'm here for.”

She groaned, “There's more?! I don't know how much my heart can take...”

“Well, will it survive if I ask you to be my witness tomorrow?”

Jirou's eyes filled with tears before it was her turn to surround your neck in a tight hug.

“I'll take that as a yes,” you both giggled, hugging each other tight.

Twenty minutes later you were both leaving the building of the company and you walked her towards the motorcycle parking lot where she had hers.

“I'll text you the location in the morning.”

“Alright, I can't wait for it!” She said excitedly, but then, she looked more intently at you. “I just want to say, this thing you're doing is beyond heroic. You're literally being a Hero right now.”

Her words touched something inside you that made you want to cry like a baby. Something so deep it made you feel like floating away with the harsh galloping your heart made against your chest. It didn't make sense, yet it actually did.

You gulped looking down at your feet, strongly holding back the cry that threatened to be released right in your throat.

“You need a ride back home?” She asked, completely ignoring –for your sake and out of respect– your glassy eyes.

“I'll take her home,” Bakugou's voice in the distance surprised both of you, yet you had been expecting something like this to happen. Something told you he would be waiting you after his shift.

Jirou looked at you waiting for your approval, and when you nodded, she put on her helmet and turned on her bike. You walked towards where Bakugou was standing with Jirou riding next to you, and when she was next to him, she said, “You better take care of my friend, or I'll come for your ass, don't care you're my friend too.”

Bakugou snorted, “I know you will, Ears.” He smiled, pulling down her face shield to annoy her. She punched him friendly on the shoulder before waving and driving away.

“She said yes then.”

You both began walking towards what you thought he had parked his car. “Yep. What did Izuku say?”

He rolled his eyes, “You know he said yes.”

You smiled, “I know, I was just being friendly and asked.”

“Smart-ass.”

“I am really going to punch you again, don't tempt me.”

“Yeah… If that one punch could be considered a punch, it would be ‘again’.”

“Oh, so you do want me to…”

You tried to reach his shoulder, but this time he was fast enough to dodge it expertly. “You really are slow, huh?” He mocked walking backwards and smirking.

“You want slow, asshole…”

He laughed, turning around and running away as you ran towards him trying to catch him.

He was a stupidly fast idiot.

So now, it is Friday, and you sit right next to Bakugou Katsuki. Both of you are in front of a judge who is officially marrying you. Jirou sits on your left, while Izuku sits on Bakugou's right. And you have just finished writing your signature where the bride's one goes. Bakugou has already signed his. It isn't until you put the pen down on the table that Bakugou stops bouncing his leg and breathes in deep.

You want to laugh, finding his nerves quite funny. But you get it. This means more than just marriage to him.

It's freedom.

And you can't even imagine how nerve-racking that must feel for him. After all these years that he had to follow his mother's command and will just so he could follow his own dream, now he would be free.

That in itself brings you such a happy feeling for him.

If anyone would have ever told you that you would be doing this for none other than Bakugou-annoying ass-Katsuki, you would have sent them to a psychiatrist. Immediately.

Fate is a strange thing.

After the turn for the witnesses to sign, the judge says boringly, “By the authority vested in me by the government of Tokyo, I pronounce you husband and wife.”

He doesn't even wait nor expect the newlyweds to kiss or exchange rings as he closes the book and gives Bakugou the previous enrollment you both signed.

And that is it. You are officially married to Bakugou Katsuki.

“Who are you with on today's shift? What time are you out?”

His questions make you come back to reality after a quiet drive toward the company in his car, which you spend looking at the golden ring that now adorns your left hand. When you look up, the shining of the golden ring on his left hand catches your attention as he circles the steering wheel so the car turns on a corner, the company appearing in your view in the distance.

“Umm, I'm with Izuku. If everything goes well, at 3 a.m.”

“Okay. I’ll come pick you up.”

“Bakugou, it’s okay, I can walk home,” you insist for the nth time.

“Bullshit–”

“–Besides, you have morning patrol tomorrow,” you continue, completely ignoring his dirty mouth, “You can’t interrupt your sleep like this every time I have this shift. You need to be awake for your job.”

He grunts, muttering something that you can’t quite decipher what he said. You roll your eyes, thinking he acts like a petulant child sometimes.

A moment later, Bakugou enters the parking lot with his car, to which you look confused at him. Why is he entering the company on his day off?

He answers even before you can articulate your words, “I need to pick up some unfinished reports I have to turn in tomorrow.”

You pull up an eyebrow, untying the seatbelt and getting out of his car once he finally parks, “Wow. Dynamight is lacking on his paperwork?”

“Shut up, short-legs.”

You snort at his lighthearted insult as you walk together inside the company. But right when you both cross the big doors, Bakugou stops and looks at you. You frown confused, he then motions down with his head and you see his hand open, waiting. Oh, right.

Item n°2: Act like we are in a real relationship. The lawyers for the companies always investigate deeper into each hero, so that their status and validation of mental sanity are correlated.

You put your hand over his, both closing on each other, its warmth making those damn tingles run up your arm. But neither of you says anything as you walk through the lobby of the company holding hands.

Everyone who looks opens their eyes wide, one of the receptionists even spills her coffee drink out of shock. You hold yourself from laughing. Another of the receptionists looks you up and down, a clear disgusted expression on her face. Ops. Well, it’s not like you liked her either.

However, both you and Bakugou walk with your heads held high. You know how shocking and out of character the image of you both holding hands like a couple looks. And fast, everything happened so fast. You can already hear the gossip about whatever this is that you might have with Bakugou is way too fast. But you haven’t done everything you did for them. It is for him. As surprising as that sounds, even for you.

He walks with you towards the clock where you have to mark your entrance, never dropping your hand as you do. Then, you walk together to the elevator waiting for it to arrive. As you wait and look down at your shoes, you feel before you actually see his other hand moving, fingers brushing against your ear when he tugs a strand of your hair that had been over your face. Surprised, you look up at him but still smile in thanks.

Bakugou retracts his hand quickly and puts it inside the pocket of his jacket, looking back at the elevator. You would tease him for the little blush his cheeks are showing, but you decide it’s not the moment, considering how all eyes are on you two.

When it arrives and you get in, standing very close to each other while watching how everyone tries to peep inside to see if you’re still holding hands or if anything else happens between you two, you both jolt a bit when a wild and hurried Izuku suddenly enters the elevator, jacket half off and hair disheveled. He also looks in surprise at you two, eyes traveling down at your connected hands. A shit-eating grin appears on his face as the doors of the elevator close.

“Shut up.”

Bakugou and you speak at the same time.

Izuku snorts, hands in the air in a sign of surrender. “Wasn’t going to say anything…”

“I sense a ‘but’...” You roll your eyes, and Bakugou hums in agreement.

The greenette smiles wider, “But I understand now why everyone was looking like they saw All Might in person.”

Bakugou insults him, just because he always wants to have the final say, making Izuku laugh out loud amused. You decide to ignore both of them until the elevator arrives at your floor.

“Don’t blow up the elevator,” you warn them both after Izuku answers back at Bakugou, just to spite him. Your hand gives Bakugou one last squeeze in goodbye before walking out, “I’m with you today, Izuku.”

“Oh, cool! I’ll get connected in a bit.” You nod in his direction and look at Bakugou one last time, smiling and waving.

The doors close and you don’t get to see him smile back at you.

The shift, as always with Pro Hero Deku, is not calm or chill. It’s hectic and dangerous, and it keeps demanding all your focus and senses on alert.

“You know, sometimes I believe you have a magnet for trouble stuck up in your ass…” you hear Izuku spill the drink he must have been probably about to swallow. You chuckle devilishly. Wow, two times in a day you make someone spill their drink, that must be a record.

“Damn. Not twenty-four hours of being married to him, and you are already influenced.”

“Oh, shut it,” you both laugh amicably.

Again, the pip-ing of alert sounds in your computer. You sigh, “Deku, another threat five streets down where you’re at now.”

“On my way!”

“See? A magnet in your ass…” Izuku laughs.

You both don’t get to chat about another thing that is not your job again for the rest of the shift.

At exactly 3:10 a.m. you let out a tired sigh, stretching your arms above you and moving your body from side to side as gentle cracks sound from your backbone. After Deku pushes a villain inside a police car and looks at it drive away for a moment, his yawn that you hear through the earbuds passed on to you as you involuntarily copy the action.

“That was the last one. I’m going back,” you agree with him as you press the option on the system that notifies everyone on the shift that your hero is coming back to headquarters.

“Done.”

“Thanks, Y/N, great work today!”

“You did it all, buddy.”

“Oh, no! None of us heroes could do it without you. All of you, really.”

You frown, a bit surprised. I mean, Izuku is always polite and thanks you after every shift, but today feels different. Like he is purposely saying that, as if he knew someone important was listening to their connection.

“You are… welcome?” You actually don’t know what to say. He simply chuckles.

By orders from your area, you can't leave until Deku’s entered the company back again, so you use that time to finish gathering your things and closing the system.

“I'm back. Wait for me, Y/N. I'll take you home,” not longer than five minutes later Izuku says through the earbuds.

“Oh. You don't have–”

“Kacchan asked me to.”

His words shut you up. But he doesn't wait for your answer as he finally disconnects the communication.

And you're left there, frozen for a moment, assimilating his words. Bakugou asked Izuku to take you home. He asked his best friend to take care of you, even when he knew Izuku would do it or offer on his own. Izuku always rode you home when you had night shifts together. Bakugou surely knows that. Then, why even mention it to his friend? Why personally ask Izuku to help you? Because… Bakugou didn't enter the company only for his unfinished paperwork. He did it to talk to Izuku. Was this… Bakugou taking care of you because you were married? Or because he wanted to?

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lacontroller1991 · 4 months ago

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Lawrence's Physics (Modern! Ernest Lawrence x F!Reader)

Main Master List || Misc Master List

Author's Note: So this is a rip off of Grey's Anatomy (hence the title) but I think it was a good idea. Enjoy!

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Mentions of drinking, mentions of one night stands, sexual innuendos, slight age gap, language

Word Count: 1.8k

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Crisp morning air drifts in through your partially open window, the sounds of the cars honking below you causes your eyes to flutter open, instantly regretting getting an apartment facing the rising sun. You’ve been in San Francisco for a week now, having just moved from rural Wyoming and the difference in the atmosphere is palpable. Grimacing at your head throbbing, you push back the blankets and drag heavy feet out of the warm confines of your bed, reaching for a glass of water. “I forget how good water is,” you murmur to yourself, guzzling down the liquid as you walk over to the window, drawing back the shades; the bustling streets of San Francisco laying below you. “Please be good to me today.” A yawn manages to escape from your mouth as you shut the window, stopping the flow of air into your room.

It isn’t until you hear a loud snore that you spin around on your heels, gasping in shock at the lump under your blankets, memories of last night coming back to you in a haze. Memories of you going to the bar with your friends, having one too many drinks, talking to two guys and taking a liking to one, said guy walking you home, said guy going into your apartment, said guy taking off your clothes. Your clothes. Realization dawns on you as your eyes cast down at your body, heat rushing to your cheeks upon noticing that you, as a matter of fact, have no clothes on. “Shit! How could I let this happen?” The lump under the blanket snores abruptly before shifting. You quickly grab the nearest shirt you can find and slip it on, ignoring the fact that it’s way too large for you while you watch in horror as the man reaches out and sits up, blankets pooling around his waist. You have to admit that despite him being a complete stranger, he sure is gorgeous. “Uh hi?”

He blinks the sleep out of his eyes before reaching over to your bedside table and grabbing his glasses, situating them on his face as he squints. “Is that my shirt?”

“Ummm, probably. Yeah. Sorry. I kinda-uh, just slipped it on before you woke.” He smiles softly, running a hand through his hair, hair that you’re almost positive you had your fingers through last night. “No problem, you can keep it. I have tons of shirts at home.” His eyes look around the room, a blush of embarrassment dusts his cheeks. “Can you, uh, hand me those?” Following his pointer finger, your eyes land on a pair of slacks neck to your dress. Not making a sound, you hesitantly cross the room and grip the fabric in your hands, tossing the pants to him before turning around, giving him some privacy. “I’m sorry for waking up like this.”

“Oh there’s nothing to be sorry about, pretty sure I’m the one who invited you inside.” You hear him chuckle as he zips his pants. Turning around, you gasp as you take in how tall and broad he is. He was taller than you at the bar, but now, without heels on, he towers over you. “Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I gotta get ready…”

“Ernest.” He extends his hand, taking yours in an awkward handshake.

“Right… I’m (Y/N).”

“That’s a pretty name,” his smile is soft and if you weren’t pressed for time, you would honestly invite him back into bed, but, life has other plans. Like the beginning of the school semester. “I’m not one to normally do this, and I feel awful about it. Could I maybe take you out? On a proper date and not one fueled by alcohol and lust?”

His question shocks you. You’ve had one one night stands before, and it was not as nice as he has been. Besides, you can’t deny how handsome and charming he is, and charming. “Yeah, sure,” you smile, rushing over to your desk and scribbling your number onto a random sticky note before handing him the paper. “Here, feel free to call or text whenever. It was nice meeting you, Ernest.”

He takes your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips and places a feather soft kiss against your knuckles, causing your heart to jump in your throat. “Pleasure is all mine, (Y/N).” The door clicks shut as soon as it is opened, leaving you by yourself.

“So you’re telling me that after you left the bar with that hunk, that you, of all people, slept with him? Wow, California has already changed you.” Elizabeth, your best friend, teases you as you roll your eyes. “I mean I know you did it once back in high school but I thought you swore yourself off. To focus on your academics.” She mocks you as the phone in your pocket vibrates. Elizabeth watches as you take the phone into your hand and read over the text with a smile on your face. “Wow, he’s got you wrapped around his dick. Must’ve been really good to get his number after.”

“Beth!” You chastise, slipping your phone back into your pocket and facing your friend. “Your mouth is seriously disgusting sometimes.” Snorting, she adjusts the strap of her backpack and looks you over. “Please, I’ve heard you say some pretty foul stuff, and I bet you were saying some pretty nasty things last night too,” heat blooms under your cheeks as you glimpse back on the night, graphic scenes playing in your head.

Ignoring her remarks, you shake your head. “You’re ridiculous. Anyways, we both have an intro to electromagnetism right?” “With Lawrence? Yeah. I heard he’s a good professor but is demanding. Expects perfection.” You enter the room with her at your side, talking in hushed tones before taking a seat near the front

“Serious? The front?”

“What? If you have a problem with it, then sit in the back. I didn’t pay all this money to go to Berkeley and not sit up at the front.”

“Oh my God.”

“What?” Your friend grabs your face in her hands and directs it toward the door where you see a figure walk in. A very familiar figure. “Is that?”

“It’s the hunk from the bar!” Her exclamation grabs his attention, hazel eyes immediately settling on you and freezing in his spot. Various students trickle into the classroom but neither you or him pay any mind to them, your eyes not breaking contact. “What are you going to do?” She whispers, her eyes on him as well.

Gulping, you break eye contact, facing your friend who sports a shit eating grin. “I’m going to have to swap out of his class. It’s morally and ethically wrong to sleep with a teacher.”

“You know that’s bullshit. It’s wrong if you’re doing it for a better grade, but if you’re interested in him, why should his profession get in the way?” A soft buzz brings your attention off the topic and to your phone.

Talk after class? You don’t need to look at him to know that his eyes are burning holes into the back of your head. “What do I do?” Elizabeth peers over the phone and reads the message, a glimmer of interest in her eyes. “I don’t know. Maybe talk to him after class. Hey, do you think his cute friend is here?” You scoff, slightly shoving her as she laughs, the room settling down.

“Welcome to Physics 140, Intro to Electromagnetism. My name is Dr. Lawrence and I hope you all did your summer reading because we’re going to jump right in.” He gives you one last glance before turning to the board, picking up a piece of chalk and writing equations. “So, according to-”

“This is going to be a long class.”

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“Alright, that’s all I have for you today. I would recommend getting started on your homework. Never wait until the night that it is due because you will fail and I will not help. Dismissed.” A loud murmur erupts through the room as students grab their things and leave, some going up to him and others rushing out to get to their next class.

Stirring from beside you, your friend opens her eyes and fakes a yawn, causing you to smile. “Is it over yet?”

“Maybe you would know if you actually paid attention.”

“Easy for you to say, you can just imagine him naked. I bet that keeps your attention.” You punch her arm in annoyance while she rubs it soothingly. “Ow. What was that for?”

“You know what it was for,” it comes out quietly as you watch the students that were talking to him leave, allowing for him to pack up his items. Turning to your friend, you bite your lip. “Do I really have to talk to him?”

“Looks like you don’t have much of a choice.”

“He’s behind me, isn’t he?” She nods with a smirk, quickly grabbing her things and running off, leaving you and Ernest alone. The tension in the air is palpable as you and him try to think of what to say to each other.

“So-” “I-” You both stare at each other before laughing awkwardly. A moment passes before he lets out a sigh.

“Look, if I had known that you were a student, I wouldn’t have joined you last night, but at the same time, I’m glad I did. I just don’t know what this means in terms of going on.”

“You mean, you’re wanting… to continue this?” It comes as a shock to you, but you can’t deny how excited you are at the prospect of continuing a relationship, let alone with your professor.

“Don’t expect any special treatment. I will still grade you as I grade anyone else, but I think I can keep personal separate from professional. The question is, can you?” He towers over you as you try to think of what to say. “Well?”

Coming out of your thoughts, you nod your head while he smirks. “Yeah, I think I can do that.”

Nodding his head, he grabs his items and holds out a hand for you to take, easily lifting you from your seat and onto your feet. “Why don’t I take you out tonight? I know a great restaurant down from the faculty house, that way we can get to know each other.”

With a smile you match up to his posture as best as you can. “Sounds like a date.”

#Ernest lawrence #Ernest Lawrence x reader #Ernest Lawrence x you #josh hartnett #Ernest orlando lawrence #eol

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mythica0 · 4 months ago

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A whosamawhatsit?

🎂: Fop; a new wish

🧁.Dev

🍫: Peri

Summary: Dev gets his first ever lee mood. He is confused.

A/N: yes I’m writing lee dev ler peri again, what it to ya! This fic takes place after the other two I wrote, I kinda got a timeline going. Also I hope someone gets my title 🙏 (btw it’s pronounced who’s-a-muh-what’s-it) I’m not super happy with the ending but eh.

(P.S I got so flustered writing this. Also, Beta read by @randommusicalfluff!)

A whosamawhatsit?

Dev felt strange.

As soon as he woke up, he felt… odd. In a way he couldn’t quite place.

His whole body was buzzing, he felt like he was a soda can that had been shaken. He felt light and airy, and almost bouncy?

He was also in a better mood than usual? He didn’t know why he was just… less meh. He actually woke up and smiled.

He stretched and got dressed, having an Au-pair bring him a donut for breakfast.

“Hey kid, G’morning!”

Dev looked up at Peri and smiled, giving him a small wave. “Good morning, Peri!”

Peri sensed something. He didn’t say anything. He wanted to be sure.

“Well someone’s chipper this morning!”

Dev hesitated and smiled. “Yeah.. guess I am!” Dev was confused. He felt so… odd. He felt like he wanted.. something? What was it…

The rest of the school day went as normal, but the whole time Dev was contemplating and confused. He noticed more as the day went on.. he found things funnier than he usually did, felt a need for physical contact. And that bubbly, fizzing feeling in his stomach grew, along with to a sense of longing. If only he could figure out what he wanted!

Peri observed throughout the day. His sense had never been wrong before, and it was blaring! This kid had a lee mood, he just knew it. Time to have a little chat!

After Dev and Peri had arrived back at the mansion, and entered Dev’s room, Peri started the conversation.

“So, Dev, how are you feeling?”

Dev looked up. “Hmm? Oh, I feel great, thanks for asking!” He answered genuinely, smiling.

“That’s good! But I meant.. feel any different than usual?”

Dev didn’t know how Peri knew, but he replied honestly anyway.

“Actually, yeah.”

“Hmmm, how so?”

“Well.. I’ve felt like.. buzzy? All day. Also pretty light. I’ve found things funnier than usual… and a sense of … longing? But I can’t figure out what it is that I’m longing for.”

“Ahh, my sensors never fail!” Dev looked confused. “Worry not, kid, for I know exactly what you want.”

“How do you know what I want when I don’t?”

“Well, you’re in a lee mood! And I always know when someone’s in a lee mood.”

“A.. whosamawhatsit?”

“Oh yeah you don’t know what that is, do you?”

Dev shook his head, intrigued and listening but also very confused.

“Well, A lee mood is when someone wants to be tickled!” Immediately Dev’s face burned as he realized that.. yup, that was what that sense of longing was about. “It often comes with buzzing or tingling sensations and a chipper attitude, which you have been displaying!”

Dev blinked, and let out a flustered, “….huh.”

“Sooooo?” Peri drawled, teasingly.

“So- what?” Deb responded, an eyebrow raised.

“Do you want me to tickle you?” Peri said, so casually, as if discussing the weather.

Dev blushed even more. “Uh- I- ummm-“ he didn’t quite know how to respond. He did. But he didn’t wanna say that! That’s embarrassing!

“I’m not hearing a no~”

Dev continued to stammer embarrassedly.

“Don’t worry, I won’t make ya say it!” Peri teased, pulling dev into a hold. Dev covered his red face with both hands.

Peri smiled and started scribbling against the kids ribs, causing his joyous giggles to pour from him.

“Are you gonna uncover your face so I can see your precious smile~”

“Nohohohohoho!”

“Oh, really~ are you suuureee~”

Dev mustered some false confidence. “Ye-yeahahahah!”

“Alright then, guess I’ll just have to make you.”

Right after he finished his sentence, Peri shot up to Dev’s underarms, digging with just enough pressure to really tickle.

Out of instinct, Dev’s arms shot down.

“Aww, too bad~ where’d all that stubbornness go?”

“I Cahahahahant hehehehehehelp ihihit!! Ehehahhaha!”

“Well, if you’re gonna try to be all stubborn then you should probably work on that.”

“Eehahahhaahahaaa! Gehehehet ouhohohout ohohohof thehehehre!!!”

Peri pouted sarcastically. “I can’t~ my hands are stuck~”

“Nohohoho thehehey ahahahrehehent yohohou liahahahar!”

Peri made a fake attempt to remove his hands, before once again teasing, “see? They won’t budge! Guess I’ll just have to stay here and tickle and tickle and tickle for the rest of time!”

“Nohohohoho!! Gohoho sohohomwhehehere ehehehelse!!

“Oh, so you don’t want me to stop? You just want me to go somewhere else? And why is that, this a bad spot~?” The lilt in his voice made Dev’s face go even darker than it was.

“Nohohohoho! Eheheheee!” Dev was kicking lightly, unable to stop the happy laughter and energy that flowed through his whole body.

“No? That’s not why? Hmm… is it because you want me to tickle your little tummy? Is that why? Does this cute little tummy want some of the tickly tickly tickles?”

Dev blushed even harder(somehow) and continued to kick lightly and giggle. But he didn’t deny it.

“Oh~~? No denial?? That must be it, then huh~”

“Eeeehehehehahaha! Dohohohohooonttt!” Dev whined through his bubbly giggles.

“Oh~ so you don’t want me to tickle your little belly? You don’t want me to make you feel all giggly and happy from the tummy tickles?”

Dev just whined again, laughter never stopping, smile never leaving his face.

“No? You do? Well, then why’d you say ‘don’t’ hmm? If you do want me to tickle your tummy, then don’t what?”

“Nohohoho tehehehaseihihing!!”

“Aww, I’m afraid I can’t do that~ teasing is part of the fun!”

Dev just giggled some more.

“Well~ if you want me to tickle tickle tickle that little tummy of yours, you’re gonna have to move your arms. I’m still stuck!”

“Ihihihi cahahahahant!!

“Well then, why don’t I help you out~” Peri kept tickling with his right hand, but took his left and pulled Dev’s arms up over his head, with no protest. He held them there for just a moment, before digging into Dev’s oh so ticklish tummy.

Dev’s giggles grew bigger, renewed by the change in sensation.

Dev couldn’t and wouldn’t say it out loud, but he was having the time of his life. The ticklish jolts sending through his stomach to the rest of his body, making him laugh and smile and kick joyfully. Forcing him to be happy, forcing him to giggle and laugh brightly. At some point he had tears of joy forming in his eyes.

He was so happy right now, and that made him embarrassed.

After a good few minutes off the tickles, Peri stopped, sensing that the kid had had enough.

He poofed up some water for him, encouraging him to drink slowly.

Dev giggled for a while, breathing heavily, trying to brush away left over tickles. He drank the water, let his face cool down, and allowed his giggles to slow and then stop.

“Welp, now you know what a lee mood is, right?”

“Yeah, yeah- I guess I do!” …. There was a pause, then a breath. “Do you get lee moods?”

Uh oh.

———THE END————————————————

#sfw tickle community #parrotwrites #fop a new wish tickles #lee!dev #ler!peri

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lokisprettygirl · 1 year ago

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Brokenhearted (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Non Canon Modern AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 11 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 12

Summary: Words spoken in anger are always cruel but often untrue.

Trigger Warning: 18+, Smut, Angst, violent thoughts, stalking, Discussion of mensuration and Pregnancy, bloodshed, flashbacks of abusive relationship, toxic masculinity, sexual abuse, Samantha, traumatic distressing content, Daemon is a big time smoker so if it’s something triggering don’t read it, alcohol drinking, mention of past trauma and therapy, cigarette smoking, possessive behaviour, violence, baby needs therapy, baby is trying

You couldn't make sense of it, you didn't understand why he was smiling like that. The pictures appeared to have been taken in the morning, so why hadn't he called you and told you about Samantha? After thinking about it for a few minutes, you decided to talk to him and see if he'd tell you about what had happened.

When you called Daemon, he picked up right away, sounding exhausted but well "Hey babe"

You composed yourself as you heard his voice. He didn't sound stressed or terrified, normally he seemed a bit vulnerable whenever he'd come across her.

"Hi…what are you doing I just got back from work" you rubbed your forehead with your fingers, you didn't want to accuse him of anything, pictures can be deceiving you understood that well but why wasn't he telling you about her? Why was he hiding this?

"I was out with Viserys for an event darling, I'm back at the hotel now, going out for dinner with the team" he said

"Ohhh okay ummm..how was your day?" he chuckled as you asked him a generic question.

"Alright love, how was yours?" He raised his brows as he asked,

"Goodd..well.. actually ..ummm when were you going to tell me about Samantha? That you bumped into her this morning?" You finally asked him, unable to hold your anxiety for any longer and there was a complete silence on his side for a moment before he finally spoke, you could tell just by the tone of his voice that he was upset.

"How..how do you know that?" He asked, you could also picture the typical scowl on his face.

"Why does it matter?" Shouldn't have said that.

"It matters to me..are you spying on me or something?" Your mouth opened in shock as he said that.

"Daemon –"

"Don't try and patronize me now.. I do not appreciate you keeping an eye on my every move.. I have had enough of that alright?"

Your eyes welled up as his pitch got higher.

"I am not keeping an eye on you ..I just asked you a question..I'm not lying am i?" you tried to defend yourself but you could sense he was already deep in his head now to reason with you. A conversation like this wasn't meant for a phone call, especially not with him.

"A question regarding something you shouldn't have known unless you were spying on me like that bitch used to..who told you huh? Did you talk to my brother?" He said all that in one breath, making you scoff in response.

"Daemon you're being unreasonable" he snickered at your response. This was going as bad as you had assumed but it was about to get worse.

"Yeah I'm being unreasonable..it's always me isn't it?"

The tears started to stream down your face as you hung up the phone once he had raised his voice. You knew that even if you called him back and tried to talk, the conversation would devolve into another argument, one of you needed to stay calm for this but you didn't have the energy for that right now. Instead, you turned off your phone, hoping to give yourself some time to process what had happened and to calm down before reaching out again.

As your phone turned off, Daemon threw his own in anger, shattering it against the wall. He cursed under his breath, feeling a storm of emotions coursing through him. Why did he have such a short temper? Why did he immediately jump to conclusions like that? You didn't deserve to be treated like that, especially not by him but then you jumped to conclusions as well.

As he joined Viserys and the rest of his team, he glared at him as well, his anger spilling over. His frustration was palpable,

"I need a new phone" he said to his older brother and received an exasperated sigh in response. Viserys called Daemon's assistant and asked him to buy a new phone for him asap.

"Why did you tell y/n that I met Samantha this morning?" Daemon crossed his arms as if he was stating a fact instead of an accusation.

"What are you talking about? The last time I saw her and had a conversation was when she was with you"

Daemon gulped at the response, if Viserys didn't tell you about the incident then who did?

"Besides you should have told her yourself" Viserys said to him, making Daemon realise that he had fucked up again, as soon as he got back to his room late at night, he took out the sim card from his broken phone and inserted it in the new one.

His legs were shaking constantly so he took out a cigarette and lit it up as he waited for you to pick up the call, he didn't want you to miss the flight two days later just because you were upset with him. He really wanted to see you and have you by his side.

"Heyy" you mumbled as you picked up the call and his words died in his throat, for a moment he didn't know what to say or how to fix this.

"Ummm how did you know darling? I just want to know..I'm sorry i snapped at you..you didn't deserve that but I just…I don't want to be trailed" his fingers brushed through his hair in frustration.

"You really think I'd do that to you? Do you really think so low of me Daemon?" He was speechless for a moment, he had allowed his past to ruin it again and he had hurt you with his words. All over again.

"No you won't, I'm sorry I made that assumption" you breathed in heavily as he said that.

"So are you going to tell me what happened this morning because I'm making a few assumptions myself, I don't want to think of you like that" you asked him in a straightforward manner and then he was silent again. His anger turned on and off like a switch.

"What do you mean?"

You put the phone down as he said that, clicked the pictures of the pictures you had received and sent it to him and you only sent the ones where he was smiling at her, another mistake, because it clearly came across as accusatory.

"I received them in the mail this evening..that's how I knew..maybe she sent them to me..infact I'm sure she did it..I'm not the one trailing you here daemon " his eyes teared up as you said that, he should have told you especially when he knew what Samantha was capable of doing, of course it was a trap, she never did anything that wasn't meant for hurting him. He should have known better, he was going to apologize but then you said something that made him snap again.

"Do you still have feelings for her Daemon..maybe there's a part of you that-" he cut you before you could finish your sentence. Both of you were just not in sync in this situation.

"Shut up y/n..how dare you say that to me now after everything i have told you about her?"

"I'm just confused and you are not helping "

"You know what I don't want to talk about this right now" he stood up, the urge to throw this phone was strong but he controlled himself.

"You don't want to talk about this?"

"I don't..I'm not going to justify anything, if you believe that I'm still obsessed with the woman that destroyed me than be it"

"Daemon.."

"Noo y/n ..just no..I shouldn't have called" he hung up after that. Didn't even listen to you, maybe you should have allowed him to speak before telling him that you thought he was still obsessed with his ex.

"Gods"

After minutes passed, you felt a heavy weight settle in your chest. You realized just how much your words must have hurt him. You had asked him if he was still besotted with his abuser, a question that must have felt like a slap in the face. But you had been so wrapped up in your own feelings that you hadn't stopped to consider his.

You suddenly felt terrible for asking him such a thing. Daemon had bared his soul to you countless times, and you had always been there to support him. He had trusted you with the most vulnerable parts of himself, and you had thrown it back in his face now. You couldn't help but think that you had betrayed the sanctity of that trust. You were supposed to be his angel.

You waited for his call but he didn't call again, you waited a whole day before you decided to call him yourself, you hated how anxious you felt about this, you didn't want a stupid misunderstanding to ruin your relationship with him but you had no idea what you were supposed to do if he wasn't even going to talk to you .

He did pick up your call but he was very standoffish, he told you that he was out and very busy, he asked you if you were okay and safe before he finally hung up.

For the next two days you both just texted ..you had to take the flight he had booked for the next day but you weren't even sure if he still wanted you there or not so the night before you called him again,

"Heyyy" you mumbled softly as he didn't say anything once he had picked up.

"Did you pack?" He asked you and your eyes teared up,

"Do you still want me to come?"

"Ofcourse I do, do you not to come?" His heartbeat sped as you questioned him.

"I do…I just.." your voice choked on your tears, you couldn't get the words out because you felt overwhelmed.

"Just come tomorrow, we will talk okay?" he said in a soft calm voice so you hummed in response.

He didn't say much after that and you spent the night twisting and turning on your bed only to take an early flight to Vegas.

What if he takes a step back again? What if he doesn't want to be with you anymore?

With all the troubling thoughts you reached his hotel and made your way to his room. As you knocked, he opened the door and stepped aside for you, wearing nothing but a robe. You were just looking around and didn't even have time to react before he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. You felt yourself being pulled closer as he began to lay soft kisses on the side of your neck. You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to react. You wanted to reciprocate the gesture, but you were still reeling from your earlier exchange.

He finally put his head up to look at you, your eyes were moist and so were his so he cupped your cheeks and rubbed his thumb over your skin in a gentle manner.

"I was on my run when I met her, I wanted to turn around and leave but I felt as if I wasn't able to move at all. You were right, she does affect me still..but not in the ways you fear–" Daemon spoke slowly, as if trying to pick his words carefully. You could sense the conflict within him, the struggle to tell you what happened without causing you further pain.

"I didn't mean that Dae ..I'm -"

"Shhhh let me speak" he pressed his thumb on your lips before you could apologize.

"Everytime I see her I see everything she has done to me. She then walked closer to me and embraced me tightly. I didn't stop her either and then she cried, she cried so much, she wailed as she told me that she missed me..that her life felt pointless without me. As she said that, I thought of my time with her, and I remembered that I used to feel the same way when I was with her, my life felt meaningless with her. When she pulled away I looked at her, finally i really looked at her and for once I felt above her. I saw how shallow and vacuous she was, without any depth or soul of her own and then i remembered how happy I was in that moment because I thought of you, us, our life together.. and that thought made me smile..that's all it was darling, you were the reason why I smiled. You made me smile even when you were not there with me"

As he finished speaking you couldn't hold back your emotions any longer. Tears dripped down your cheeks but his thumbs wiped them away, he leaned down to kiss you lovingly before he pulled away.

"You have been ignoring me for two days" The words were small and weak, barely above a whisper. Your voice cracked as you spoke to him.

"I have been trying to avoid the confrontation, to protect you from my anger, i didn't want to talk to you about all of this on the phone" he said to you but he knew his actions or lack of emotions had once again hurt you deeply.

"That hurt me..that feeling that you won't talk to me when you're upset.. that hurt me alot dae.. I have.. i have insecurities too..I get hurt too"

Tears rolled down his cheeks and he immediately got down on his knees to wrap his arms around your waist.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry.. I don't deserve you darling..I never did but please forgive me..one more time please?"

This is exactly how he used to beg her for forgiveness, the difference was that he pleaded with her so she wouldn't cause him any further pain. With you however, he was pleading not because he wanted to avoid punishment but because he didn't want to hurt you more.

You got down to his level and your arms wrapped around his neck as you hugged him tightly, you were still upset with him but you really needed to hold him, not just to comfort him but to be comforted by him as well.

"Don't ever do this to me again..if you're upset then fight with me ..but you can't ignore me like that ..you just can't," broken whispers filled his ear so he pulled away and placed his forehead down on yours.

"I don't enjoy raising my voice at you or saying words that prick at the edges of your heart"

"I know you don't..I don't either..but i have realized that I'd rather fight with you and make up then have you pretend as if I don't mean anything to you and that you can go for days without hearing my voice" you cried again and he couldn't stop his tears either.

"I can't ..I can't go days without hearing from you..i was only trying to protect you but I see now how foolish that was" he said softly as he kissed your forehead.

"I'm not a little girl Daemon, I can take your anger but I can't take your silence"

"Okay okay I'm sorry I will never do that again i promise..i promise" he whispered in your ear as he immediately picked you up and laid you down on the bed, his mouth latched to yours in utmost desperation..he wasn't perfect and he didn't think he'd ever be perfect enough for you but he has been trying and knowing that you were willing to stay by his side even after he had fucked up plenty of times was enough to make him want to change for better.

You deserved the man he used to be before she destroyed him, you didn't deserve the broken shell she had left behind.

"I don't see you as a little girl in dire need of my protection but I'm going to protect you anyway love..I'd never do anything to betray you" he said as he placed soft kisses all over your face.

"I didn't mean to accuse you of anything baby"

"I know…shhh I know it's okay..pretty angel it's okay" he cooed in your ears "Missed you love, I don't want you to leave" you tilted your head as you caressed his scalp with your fingers.

"I have to though..I'm sorry..i have missed you too baby"

"Mmmm Nooo stay..after the fight tomorrow..don't leave, stay with me..we will leave together after the finals"

"Daemon–"

"I'll find a job for you..If you want to work at the diner then I'll convince your boss ..heck I'll buy that fucking diner for you..I'll do whatever it takes..just stay with me please" he whispered between the small kisses so you cupped his cheeks and kissed him as lovingly as you could. His words brought a smile to your face.

"Okay..you don't have to buy the diner.. I'll stay" the smile on his face widened as you said that. There's nothing more he wanted in that moment than to have you stay with him.

"Besides i have to make it up to you"

"You do..I told you I'd make you grovel" you said sheepishly.

"Mmm make me grovel sweet girl I deserve that"

You smiled as he said that and cupped his cheeks to kiss him. You finally felt at peace, your heart no longer pounding in anxiousness and worry of the future of your relationship with him.

He had to attend a meet and greet event for the UFC so he left you by yourself in the hotel. You were in the balcony just enjoying the view when you noticed a woman down there near the pool who seemed oddly familiar to you.

You huffed and immediately went downstairs to confront her, she had sent that envelope to cause problems between you and Daemon and well you hated to admit it to yourself that it had worked in a way.

"You know i have never seen someone so shameless as you, it's like you have no integrity" you crossed your arms as you faced her, she had a binocular in her hands and you really wanted to grab it and bash her head with it.

"Did you get the pictures sweetie?" She asked you, a nasty smile curved her lips..

"Yeah and whatever you were trying to achieve didn't work ..you know he has moved on right? After what you had done to him you should have been rotting in a jail or worse be dead" the smile on her face faded as you said that. You despised her and you weren't afraid to tell her that.

"I had him first and he will always belong to me, I'd never leave him and if he can't be mine then I promise you ..I'll ruin him forever" she smiled again once she finished his words before she walked past you to leave, Daemon was right, it was as if she had no soul. Her empty threats didn't bother you though.

You just had to find a way to get rid of her once and for all.

As you made your way back to the room he was already there,

"Where were you sweetheart?" He asked as he approached you, you looked around the room and it was filled with several bouquets consisting of your favorite flowers.

"A stroll, you left me alone here" you didn't want to talk about Samantha especially after that emotionally heavy conversation you both had today because of her.

"That's rude of me to leave such a pretty lady all alone and cold in the bed isn't it??" He picked you up and you squealed as he threw you down on the bed.

"You can't… fight tomorrow " you reminded him so he groaned and squeezed his eyes.

"Is this how you're going to make me grovel?"

"Maybeee"

"Evil"

He kissed you sweetly before he laid next to you,

"Thanks for the flowers, I love them" he smiled as you said that.

"I have something else too"

"Let me guess..Another piece of jewelry?" He frowned in a playful manner at the comment.

"Am I so predictable in my gestures?"

"Yeah but I like that"

"Well I might just surprise you then…close your eyes"

"Fineee" you chuckled as you closed your eyes, he grabbed your arm and made you sit up, you heard his footsteps reaching for the closet and then he was back,

"Okay..open" you opened your eyes as he placed a sizable box on your lap. Looking at him sheepishly you unwrapped the gift. You gasped as you saw that it was a set of chef knives but they weren't some run of the mill knives you used in your kitchen, the handles were made from Ziricote woods and they were very expensive, again something you never would have bought for yourself.

"Daemon…" you smiled as you pulled one of them out and admired the handiwork and finishing.

"You like it?"

"It's beautiful" you felt awestruck in a way, you loved your job and to know that he wanted to give you something you'd use and cherish had warmed his heart. It was one of the most thoughtful presents you could have ever received.

"She is," he mumbled, his eyes never leaving your features as he adored how happy you looked by a set of knives. He wanted to spoil you with diamonds but they never brought such a smile on your face.

"Thank you really" you kissed him as tenderly as could. You knew he didn't like knives, you had noticed his discomfort whenever he was in the kitchen with you, they reminded him of times when she used to harm him with it all night long so him gifting this to you because you loved a good sharp knife was a big deal for you.

And Maybe you could use the knife to stab Samantha as well, win for all.

At night he took you out for dinner and you met Viserys, when Daemon was distracted he told you that there was something he wanted to discuss with you but you weren't supposed to involve Daemon in the matter, you had no idea how to feel about that, you didn't want to keep secrets from him but you had a feeling that whatever Viserys wanted to tell you was important and had to do something with Daemon. And Viserys would never say or do anything that would hurt his little brother.

Daemon was loved by one man the most and that was his older brother, Viserys had practically raised him like a father because their father had passed away when he was just seven.

"I know I'm not supposed to fuck you..but can you tease me a little? Get me all riled up?" He mumbled between the heated kisses so you sat him down on the couch.

"Mmmhm you know i enjoy teasing you baby..why do you want it though?" you asked as you unbuttoned his shirt and rolled it down his shoulders, fingers caressed the raised scars on his skin gently.

"Just so I'm burning for you all night and when I finally take you tomorrow after the fight ..the release would feel sublime"

Your hand trailed down from his chest to his abs and you finally cupped his bulge before you caressed him slowly over the fabric.

"Like that?"

"Mmmmm.. Yeahhh..torture me babe i deserve that" he mumbled softly, his voice was meak and low, you kept your eyes on his features as you didn't want to trigger him with a bad memory

"I don't want to torture you baby..you're my baby" you whispered before you kissed the soft supple bottom of his earlobe and a smile graced his lips.

"I know..It's okay..i desire it..you don't hurt me, you could never" his arms wrapped around your waist and breathing got heavier, placing his head down on the couch he took broken breaths in as your hand continued to stroke him slowly, the pleasure beginning to build in his core.

"That's good? You okay sweetheart?" You asked him softly and he moaned, his tongue slipped out to lick his own lips that were beginning to dry because he couldn't keep his mouth closed, your free arm wrapped around his neck and you pulled him closer to kiss him, lips to lips and then tongue to tongue.

"You are loved and cherished, you know that right?" You murmured against his mouth and he groaned before he placed his head down on your chest ..

"I'm cherished..by you?" He asked as if he couldn't even comprehend how adored he was.

"By me, by your brother, your mum and dad, all of those people who turn up for your fights and those who waited for you to return, everyone is so proud of you, so in love with you and most of all..mee..I love you"

"Mmmm darling " he spoke between his bated breaths, your fingers caressing through his neck heightened the sensation for him "Stopp please ..I will cum" you immediately stopped as soon as he said those words, you cupped his cheeks and caressed his face. Once he had calmed a little he pulled away to look at you. His eyes were teary,

"Promise me you won't give up on us, I know I'm not the guy you deserve–" you cut him off as he said that.

"Stop saying that please "

"It's the truth, you deserve to be loved better than this my love and I want to be better"

"Okay shhhh now..you are enough just the way you are, i have never been loved this way Dae"

It was hard to sleep that night for both of you, but especially him. He resisted the urge to hump against you like a horndog, you resisted the urge to ride him into oblivion.

The sexual frustration was evident the next day as he stepped inside the octagon, he took that frustration out on his opponent and bested him mercilessly.

After the fight while he was getting medical help Viserys approached you and then he told you something about Samantha that even Daemon didn't know, he had no knowledge of that night, he wasn't in his senses when it happened and now she was using it to blackmail Viserys.

Samantha wanted Daemon back in her clutches and she'd do anything to bring him back in her life, she was willing to ruin his career all over again. Turns out her threats weren't empty but you knew to protect Daemon and his dreams you'd have to step up instead of cowering down and giving her what she wanted. You'd never allow the love of your life to fall into her trap again, you couldn't imagine him being hurt again, especially now when he was learning to move on and heal from her abuse.

You were going to protect him and for that you were willing to do whatever it takes.

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pink-tonic · 9 months ago

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New Week and a New Nurse📰

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Warnings: Mentions of a minor injury, but nothing too graphic

Additional Note: I just want to say thank you all who have supported my story. Whether it's leaving notes, reposts, messages, or follows. I really appreciate it 🩷🩷 We are only around halfway through the story, so I hope you stick around for the future rivals. But thank you again for the support, I appreciate it very much ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

It's Monday, and I'm walking with Taeko and Taro to school. It's a very calm morning, and that's how I like it. The breeze is soft, and the light from the sun is welcoming. The weather is perfect. As we walk down the road, I can see familiar students walking to school. The area around me is filled with their chatter, and it's just as perfect as the weather. It's not too loud or too quiet. It's just perfect.

I'm not paying attention to what Taeko and Taro are talking about since I'm in my own world.

That is until I hear a noise.

"Are you okay, Taeko?" Taro asks his older sister.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts, and I look to the side, and I see Taeko on the ground. Taro goes over to her and helps her up.

"Yeah, but it hurts," she answers back once she stands up, "That's never happened to me..."

I look at her, but her knees catch my attention. Both of her knees are scraped.

"Teako, your knees are scraped," I point out as I walk over to her, "Let's head to the school and go to the nurse's office."

Teako looks down at her knees, and she winces at the sight of her knees.

"Yeah, let's hurry up and go."

We walk alongside Taeko, but at a slower speed since we don't want her to feel more pain.

It only takes a few minutes to get to the school, and we rush to the nurse's office, not bothering to switch out our shoes.

I open up the door for Taeko and Taro, and they both walk in.

"Miss Kankoshi, can you help us out?" I call out to the nurse as I close the door to the infirmary.

"Oh! Miss Kankoshi isn't here today," an unfamiliar voice reveals to us.

I step further into the infirmary, and on the other side of the room, I can see a man. I can see that he is cleaning something up, and broken glass is scattered around the ground.

I approach the man, while Taro goes over to a bed and helps Taeko sit down.

"Where's Miss Kankoshi?" I ask the unfamiliar man.

"Oh! She had a family emergency to take care of, so I'm the temporary nurse until she comes back. I'm Mr. Kina. It's nice to meet you!"

The man gets up from the ground and tosses the napkins to the side. I can now get a better view of him. He is wearing the normal white nurse uniform, he has light pink hair, kind violet eyes, and in general, he has soft and gentle features.

"Well, Mr. Kina, can you help out my friend? She scraped her knee and needs help," I explain to him the situation.

"Oh, of course I'll help!" He goes over to Teako and leaves the mess behind.

I look down at the mess on the floor, and I start to wonder how it happened in the first place.

I walk over to the others, and I can see Mr. Kina is examining Teako's knees.

"How did you fall in the first place?" Mr. Kina asks Teako.

"I... I don't know. I might have slapped on a rock or something, I'm not too sure."

"Well, you'll heal fast! This isn't anything too serious!" Mr. Kina reassures her, "Ummm... could you give me the rubbing alcohol and cotton?"

Mr. Kina points to me, and I nod my head. I go over to one of the cabinets and look through it. I soon find what I'm looking for. I've been in the nurse's office many times, so I know where mostly everything is.

I walk over to Mr. Kina and I hand over what he asked for.

"I didn't even need to tell you where it was!" He asks with surprise.

"I've been here many times, so I kind of know where everything is," I explain to him.

"Oh! Well, I hope to see you soon then," he tells me before helping to tend to Teako's knees.

What did he mean by that? Wouldn't he wish not to see me? I must be looking too into his words. I'm sure he meant nothing by it.

While Mr. Kina is tending to Teako's wound, he makes me go and look for what he needs. It makes me feel like an assistant more than anything.

Finally, Mr. Kina ends up putting bandages on Teako's scrapes.

"Okay, you should be fine now!" Mr. Kina tells Taeko as he gets up.

I see Taeko look down at her knees. She moves her legs around, but I can tell from her face that her knees still hurt.

"The bell is about to ring. How about we start heading to class?" Taro asks his sister.

Taeko nods her head and responds, "Yeah, I can rest in my classroom. Let's go."

Taro and Taeko go to leave, and I'm about to leave as well, but the nurse's voice catches me by surprise, and I stop.

"Um... so you know your way around the office, right?" He asks me softly. Almost as if it took all his courage just to ask the simple question.

I turn to look at him and nod, "Yeah. I've been here many times, so I know where most things are."

"Oh! Yes, you did tell me that. But I was wondering something," Mr. Kina pauses, unsure whether or not he should ask me the question, "Can you be my assistant?"

He gives me a gentle smile, and his eyes are filled with what looks like hopefulness. Hoping that I would agree to be his assistant.

"Why? Can't you have the headmaster help you?"

"He is a very dismissive man, and none of the teachers would know anything. I think you would be the best for it. So can you?"

I want to turn down his offer, but I do feel a bit bad for the nurse. It's clear he doesn't know much. He is clumsy and naive.

"Sure, I wouldn't mind, Mr. Kina."

"Thank you…"

"(L/N)."

"Thank you, (L/N)."

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"Really?" Taeko asks me, almost dropping her chip on the ground from how surprised she was.

I shrug my shoulders and respond, "I felt bad for him, you know?"

"Not really."

I let out a sigh and answer back, "He is really clumsy, Taeko! Didn't you see what he was doing before we came in?"

"What was he doing?" Taro asks, now interested in the conversation.

"He was cleaning something up in the next room, and there was broken glass everywhere! I felt bad, so I decided to help him, and it's only for his week," I further explain to them, I was mostly hoping that Taeko would understand better.

"Okay, so when are you supposed to help him?" Taeko further asks.

"I'm going to have to skip this week's club meeting, but-"

I'm cut off by Taeko.

"So what are we going to do while you're gone?" Taeko asks me, worried about what would happen to the club.

"We just won't do any meetings this week," I answer with a small shrug,"It's not a big deal to skip a week. You'll be fine. Just take this week off."

"Well, if you say so..."

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It's after school, and it's time for me to help Mr. Kina. I'm sure this will be easy.

When I walk into the infirmary, I'm met with a confusing sight.

I see Mr. Kina wrapped up in a bunch of bandages. For a moment, I am too stunned to move or speak. How was this even possible to do?

I'm snapped out of my confusion once Mr. Kina speaks up. "Could you help me?" Mr. Kina asks me timidly, embarrassed that I found him in such a state.

"Y-Yes, yes, of course," I quickly answer before going over to him. The bandages were wrapped around his legs and his hips. From the looks of it, he was trying to get out of them, but failed and wrapped himself into the bandages even more.

I try my best to unwrap the bandages, and eventually, I'm able to get them off of him.

"Oh! Thank you so much, (L/N)! I don't know what I would have done without you!" Mr. Kina thanks me while giving me his usual soft smile.

"No, problem. But how did that even happen in the first place?" I ask him, wondering how a grown man was able to get himself tangled up in some bandages.

Mr. Kina lets out a nervous laugh, "It's kind of a long story, but to spare you the details, I'm just a very clumsy person."

That wasn't too surprising. The first time I met him, he was cleaning up a mess he made, so I guess getting himself wrapped up in bandages isn't too out of the ordinary for him.

"So, what do you want me to help you with?" I ask, moving on to another topic.

"Oh! Yes, could you show me around the office? I know I've been in here all day, but I would like to know where everything is. Since I've forgotten."

"Okay! I guess we should start over here," I walk over to the nurse's desk, which is right by the cabinets.

"This is your desk, and this is where the syringes can be found," I go to open up one of the drawers, where the syringes are kept.

I then go behind the desk and open another drawer. "In this drawer, this is where the basics things can be found. The bandages, alcohol, cotton balls, feminine products, and pregnancy tests."

I then walk away from the desk and over to the cabinets. "This is obvious, but this is where all the medication is kept, and it should be locked at all times."

I keep going around the office and showing Mr. Kina everything. Most of what I tell him is obvious information that he should already know, but I decide to go over it with him so he doesn't forget about it.

"That should be everything I think," I tell him, ending my introduction of everything.

"Thank you for that!" Mr. Kina tells me with joy, "I think I have a better understanding of everything since you explained it."

"Of course, that's why I'm here after all," I tell him,"Okay, I should be heading home now. I'm sure nobody is going to come in right now."

I go to grab my bag that I left on a nearby chair, but Mr. Kina's voice makes me turn around.

"You know, I wouldn't mind if you came by during lunchtime," he shyly offers me.

I think over his offer. On one hand, I would spend less time with Taeko and Taro, but on the other hand, I think it's best I'm here to support Mr. Kina.

"Sure, I wouldn't mind helping you out during lunchtime."

"That's wonderful, thank you."

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I'm now walking back home, and for the first time in months, I'm walking back home by myself.

As I walk through the neighborhood, I feel something. Almost as if someone is watching me. I shrug it off, thinking it was just my paranoia taking over my senses.

But the feeling never goes away.

As I'm about to enter my home, I take a quick look behind me. And I don't see anything. Nobody is near me.

My paranoia is definitely getting to me.

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kitchenscissorbangs · 9 months ago

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Magnetic - chapter one

Reincarnated as a roadman in another world?!

"This time, I want you, you, you, you, like it's magnetic"

On a seemingly normal morning, you wake to find your JoJo merch gone and run into a familiar group of weirdos. So now you have to worry about getting them home and not failing your GCSEs. Presented as a series of vignettes detailing your bizarre adventures with your new and old friends.

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a/n: they aren’t actually roadmen but you get it

Waking up at 6:50 to catch the 7:30 bus is never a good idea. Especially not if you stayed up so late it feels like someone is hitting your head with a hammer. But who really cares? It had been Y/N’s routine since year 8 and it was too late to change. She did consistently arrive 30 minutes early to school so maybe whatever she did worked. School… Some part of her wondered how St Daniella’s school (or STDs as the students referred to it) kept its status as a top 50 private school. Many of the classrooms in the older buildings were being held together with duct tape and the school had gone through six heads in less than a decade. It really was a sinking ship.

With a long sigh, the girl got out of bed. You had already missed the first week of school after spending all summer with her grandparents abroad and you couldn’t miss anymore . Though she mostly hung out alone in the room she shared with her brother… Sure she had friends but she had found out that her phone was the best company.

After going about the rest of her morning as usual and skipping the skincare routine she promised herself she’d do everyday to look like her bias, she threw on your uniform. Her trousers were fraying and she desperately needed a skirt after baking in last year's heat. She shrugged and decided she would worry about that in summer. While the girl was changing, she noticed something odd. The copious amounts of JoJo merch she dedicated her life to collecting had seemingly disappeared overnight. Even stranger, it had all been replaced with a mix of csm and jjk merch. At first, Y/N suspected her mother had finally lost it and threw out all her merch, but then why would it be replaced? The fact bugged her. She must be dreaming.

The fact gnawed at her thoughts as she made her way to the station, with the sound of kpop blaring in her ears. It wasn't until a voice interrupted her thoughts that she snapped back to reality.

“‘Scuse me lady but ummm, d’ya where we’re meant to be going” spoke a boy with strawberry blond hair which ,by the looks of it, he spent a lot longer styling then the now very ticked off teenage girl. He had a thick southern accent and was wearing the same ugly green uniform as the girl.

The girl pulled down her headphones. “To school..” Y/N replied with boredom lacing her voice. Like most people, she was not interested in entertaining some clueless American at 7:25 am.

“Yeah but where is tha-” he was cut off by another boy pushing him aside. Boy 2 was taller than boy 1 by about an inch. He also had blond hair but a golden shade. Boy 2 was also wearing the same school uniform.

“I’ll take care of this, you idiot . Miss it’s our first day of school and noticed that we’re the same uniform as you so we thought that you could help us?” Boy 2 had a smooth accent not too dissimilar to Y/N’s.

“Use google maps or something I dunno,” Y/N replied growing even more agitated. Both boys shared a confused look. As they stared at Y/N in joint perplexity, she noticed that both boys shared an eye colour reminiscent of the lanky man with white hair who stood on her windowsill instead of her precious Giorno figure.

“Santa Maria, both of you are helpless. That’s not how you talk to pretty girl.” You guessed it, another even taller blond boy said to the two boys. He turned the teenager, who was currently debating how an anime character look alike could find her pretty. “Hey bella, wanna see something cool?”

“Go ahead. As long as it's not your penis though,” Y/N said. Boy 3 gave her an amused look and then dug around in the deep pockets of his Superdry coat for something. ‘So he’s gonna show me a dumb vape trick’ Y/N mused to herself. Nothing could have prepared her for what boy 3 did next.

He had pulled out a green steel ball not unlike the weapon of a certain Italian jockey. Boy 3 spun on his finger then threw it at the hedge near the bus stop. The ball trimmed off most of the branches before returning to him. The other six people at the stop didn’t even seem to notice. Y/N however seemed to have her whole reality flipped on it's head.

Y/N gave him a slow clap with a false sense of composure. She was either dreaming or had finally lost it. Her post-pandemic JoJo phase had driven her crazy. She was hallucinating anime characters or seeing them in her dreams. It was hard to decide which one was worse.

“That’s great Gyro Zeppeli. Now can I wait for my bus in peace?” Y/N responded sarcastically. The three boys’ jaws fell slack.

“How’d’ya know his name lady? Who the fuck are ya? You’re not working with Valentine are ya?” boy 1 lunged forward and grabbed the girl’s shoulders with enough intensity to confirm whatever was going was real and leave a nasty mark. He seemed the most distressed out of the group. Recalling the manga she had spent many a night reading and re-reading, the group did look strangely familiar.

“Hold on a second. You’re Johnny Joestar,” Y/N turned to boy 2. “And that’s Diego Brando. What the fuck is going on?” They both nodded as the girl said their names.

“We don’t know either. We were chatting at one of the checkpoints and then there was a loud bang. Next thing I know I’m in some futuristic city and I’m 5 years younger and Joestar can walk again and I’m wearing a hideous green uniform” Diego concluded with a frustrated scoff. He had turned his gaze away from the girl and now started down at his uniform with a look of disdain. Y/N couldn’t help but relate.

“At least the blazer’s not mandatory,” the h/c girl sighed.

Gyro gasped. “Wait a moment. HP was there too. Where is he?”

The trio of disorientated jockeys started murmuring among themselves while occasionally glancing back at the teenage girl. She was just happy that they left her alone. She glanced up at the bus times. Still another 4 minutes. ‘How the fuck did this happen?’ the girl thought to herself. Y/N's mind immediately jumped to the cast of SBR. Maybe it was the surreal feeling from seeing the Gyro use the spin with such precision or the way Johnny introduced himself, but it felt like she was living out a scene from her post-pandemic JoJo phase. She half expected Valentine to crawl out a bush or find a corpse part in her bag.

“That fat slag! I’m gonna kill the bitch the second I see her!” Y/N jumped. The yelling of a fellow teenage girl yanked her out her thoughts. Those words sound like they were being screamed down her ears. Y/N whipped her head around. No-one new had come by. Though there was another teenager across the road yelling into her phone… Y/N couldn’t have heard that… She shook her head.

A shiver ran down the girls back as though something had touched her. There had to be something there. "I didn't get the job. I don't know if I can keep going like this." Another voice spoke. This time a man. Something had to be going on.

“Are you OK, miss?” Johnny asked the girl with a flash of concern in his eyes. As he rest a gentle hand on Y/N's shoulder, she realised that e wasn’t that much taller than her.

“Y/N. That’s my name. Y/N L/N”

“Pleased ta meetcha.” He stuck his hand out. “Name’s Johnny Joestar. But ya already knew that…” He added with an awkward chuckle. For some reason, Y/N found this kind of… cute.

“Oh umm… The bus is nearly here. D’ya have a zip card?”

“A what?”

“One of these.” The three boys looked at Y/N while she dug around for her wallet. She then gestured to the green photo card. The boys did the same before wordlessly getting on the bus with the girl and copying whatever she did.

The group sat in the four seats in the back facing each other.

She found herself caught in the middle of an unexpected and bizarre situation, surrounded by the boys who were bickering and bantering. While they seemed to occupy themselves in their own company, Y/N found time to text Louis some of the situation.

Pookie

You: Pookie guess what?

Pookie: what..?

You: I’m surrounded by teenage boys on the bus

Pookie: are they gorgjoes

You: *gorgeous And yes, they don’t smell like toes—

Pookie: That’s what matters most, right?

Pookie: I love toes

read 07:39

“Flattered you think that Y/N but what is that? And who’s that?” Diego pointed to your phone and the photocard.

“It’s a phone. You use it to call and send text messages. The guy is Yeonjun. He’s a singer ”

“Cara, what’s that around your neck?”

“These are headphones. You can listen to stuff on them” Y/N unpaused the song and gave the headphones to Gyro.

“What kind of witchcraft is this?”

“Bluetooth”

“Gyro, give me a turn!”

“Just wait Johnny, Jesus.”

“It’s not that deep, just give it to him."

“Fine. But only ‘cause a pretty girl asked me to.”

“Idiots.”

“So you don’t want a turn Dio?”

“Not what I said Joestar.”

The boys quickly began squabbling among themselves while the girl laughed. Y/N snapped a photo of the boys for Louis.

Pookie

You: >delivered

Omg

sent 7:43am

“Can I have my headphones back?”

“Oh yeah, of course.” Diego took them off and handed them back to the girl. "So about before. How'd you know our names?"

Y/N sighed. She hoping this conversation wouldn't happen. The thought of everything being fake would probably give them an existential crisis so it was best to save this for later. "Lucky guess."

He gave the girl a questioning look. Fortunately for her, the boys had found their own phones and somehow knew the passwords. She didn't really question it as she put back on her headphones and let herself be drowned in the music.

a/n : i think i made the song reference for the readers stand too obvious. the fic was originally meant to be called who really cares but that didn’t match the vibe and the photocard was meant to be felix but his toes deterred me from that idea

taglist: @lv11sawrr open if you’re interested

#anime #jojo no kimyou na bouken #diego brando #diego brando x reader #gyro zeppeli x reader #gyro zeppeli #johnny joestar x reader #johnny joestar #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo x reader

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Soon You'll Get Better

Chapter Two: Best of a Bad Deal

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summary: max begins her sophomore year of high school heading into it with optimism and the hope for things to turn back to normal. as she navigates through this new stage she can't help but feel undeserving of this happiness that seems so foreign after the guilt of billy's death. after she has a heated run in with a bully, steve sweeps in to take care of the situation, but it's clear that max has plenty of unsolved and pent up emotions about billy's death that must be put to rest.

word count: [20.5k] kinda proof-read

: ̗̀➛ pairings: big-brother!steve x max & big-sister!reader x max

: ̗̀➛ romantic pairing: steve harrington x fem-college-student!reader

: ̗̀➛ warnings: talks about mental and emotional health, billy's death, self deprecation, difficulty grieving over death, swearing, bullies, max collapsing (she's ok!), tons of tears (get ur tissues ready), steve being supportive, max and steve are a bunch of fluff balls.

With fall setting in and summer dwindling away in the rearview, everyone had seemed to enter a new stage in life. Starting a new school year, getting a little older, job promotions, finding themselves—everything.

For Max, she had started a few new moments in her own life. Recently turned sixteen a few weeks ago in early July and was about to be a sophomore in high school. She was also making an effort to try to get better, to take care of herself a little more and embrace the help that people were willing to give to her—especially Steve and his girlfriend.

“Say cheese!” You bubbled too enthusiastically at seven in the morning.

Max yawned, rubbing her eyes as you stifled your amusement behind the enormous camera and standing by until she flashed you a smile before taking the picture.

“Okay, c’mon, let’s get you to school before you’re late.” Steve snickered, pressing himself off his car as he ushered the young girl towards him.

She yawned once more, wandering into his arm that he slung over her shoulder, “What time did you go to bed last night?” He rose his brows, scanning her drained features as she shrugged.

“Around twelve, I couldn’t stop tossing and turning—just a little anxious.” She told him, getting into the backseat as he held the door open for her.

You looked behind at her, already settled in the passenger with the developing polaroid in your lap, “S’ok sweetheart, everyone gets a little nervous when they start something new.” You consoled her with your soothing voice as she smiled gingerly and buckled in.

“Do you have any classes with El?” Steve inquired, fingers shifting the car into drive as the ride continued under the early morning sky.

“Ummm, I think so,”

She reached over, unzipping her backpack and finding the folded piece of paper that was at the bottom of the bag. Beginning to read off her schedule before she came across the one class she and her best friend shared.

“English with Mrs. O’Donnell.” Max spoke, folding back up her schedule and placing it into her bag.

“Wasn’t that Eddie’s English teacher?” You rose your brow, glancing towards Steve who chuckled and nodded.

His eyes met Max’s in the rearview where she laughed, knowing the story already, “Yeah, three years in a row.”

“Give him a break! I’m just glad he finally passed and graduated.” You said, undoubtedly proud of your friend for not failing for the fourth time.

“Well, I hope her class isn’t too hard.” Max said from the backseat, watching the window as they slowed by cars also heading in the same direction towards school.

Steve tutted, peeking back towards her, “It shouldn’t be and if you need any help, you can ask El or us too.”

Steve wasn’t necessarily the best student per se, but ever since the kids started going to him for help with projects and studying, he made the effort to use whatever he remembered from all his years of school to help them succeed.

She grinned sincerely and nodded, “Thanks,”

Max wasn’t bad at school. If anything, she was a straight-A student. Passed all her classes with flying colors. But it wasn’t the contents of the class that was difficult it was the people in the class.

Last school year was an absolute nightmare. She was known as the girl with a dead brother who sacrificed his life to save her and her friends. Everyone couldn’t stop talking about it—everyone whispered in the hallways and behind her in class and even if they thought she couldn’t hear them she knew already.

You would think that people would be more sympathetic to her situation. She wasn’t asking for pity from the student body, but just the respect to not talk about such a sensitive topic that they didn’t know the full story about. But instead, all she got were those murmurs of rumors and sick jokes about her dead brother.

Max was just hoping that this school year would be different. That finally she could move on from last year and have a fresh start that she deserved. She knew that getting better was going to take time, but it also wasn’t just up to her. But up to being treated right by others—to not allow herself to be walked all over and dragged around. She knew that Billy wouldn’t want her to take that lightly.

She took a deep breath as Steve turned into the school parking lot, getting in the line of all the other cars who were dropping off students before it finally came her turn. Unbuckling her belt, she leaned in towards the middle console, giving you and Steve a head tap.

“See you guys after school?” She sought, sliding her arms through her backpack loops.

You and Steve beamed back and her, nodding your heads, “I’ll be in class but I’ll meet you guys back at the apartment okay?”

“Sounds good and don’t forget to pick me up at 2:30, Steve!” She called out, opening the car door and stepping out.

He whistled, flashing her another smile with a thumbs up, “Have a good day bug,” He shouted out.

You and Steve waved goodbye, watching Max do the same before she pulled her headphones over her ears as she walked through the crowded parking lot.

Music seemed to be her calmness these days. It helped her focus on other things rather than just the thoughts running through her head.

She was able to focus on the beat, lyrics, trying to picture the scene in her head—like a movie, but just for her ears and imagination. She was just hoping that the soundtrack of Kate Bush would keep her at bay until the end of the day.

Thankfully, for the most part, the angelic voice of Kate Bush was great. It kept her busy just like she hoped, and even El asked to give it a listen during lunch. The only thing that Kate Bush couldn’t black out was the voice of her named being called in the middle of the class after Mrs. O’Donnell had picked up the phone and covered the speakers as motioned Max up to her desk.

“Miss. Lawrence wants to see you in her office and she’s in A13 down in the administration office.” She spoke.

Max nodded, waiting for further instruction while the rest of the students watched on. Mrs. O’Donnell hung up the phone, reaching over her desk and ripping off the bright orange slip where she scribbled down a quick hall pass in case Max would be mistaken for ditching class.

After signing her name, she passed it to her, a small smile on her face, “She says you might be in her office until the rest of the class, so it’s best you take your things with you in case the bell rings. I’ll see you tomorrow, Maxine.”

Max returned the smile, half surprised that Mrs. O’Donnell wasn’t such an old hag that Eddie said she was, “Thank you…see you tomorrow.”

She walked back over to her desk, stuffing her books and binder into her backpack before turning to El who sat behind her and quietly murmuring, “I’ll meet you in the parking lot when the bell rings.”

Her best friend smiled, nodding her head as she reached for her hand, giving it a warm squeeze. “Okay! Good luck!”

Max was aware of Miss. Lawrence who was the sophomore counselor. Last school year, her counselor, Mrs. Bear, told her about Miss. Lawrence, saying that if she wasn’t in for the day that she could visit the sophomore counselor for whatever she needed.

Max only visited once, just to get out of class after a particularly hard day.

“Max! Nice to see you! How was your summer?”

She gradually closed the door behind her, walking over to the chairs and taking a seat.

“Summer was fine. What about you?” She asked, resting her backpack on the free chair, looking over at the woman who had a cheery smile on her face.

“Great! I took my daughters to Indianapolis for a few weeks. Very fun, but not much to do once you’ve explored it all.”

She and Max shared a short laugh before she told her a little more about the trip and the interesting landmarks they were able to see. Then she reached for a file of papers, pulling a few of them out and sliding it towards the young girl. The papers being the emergency contact forms that were filled out last year.

Her mother’s name and contact information being the only one written down, and under it a scribbled out box where Billy’s name and homeroom number was once written.

“I called you in here to see if you wanted to add anyone to your emergency contact list. If you only want to keep your mother’s information on file, that’d be fine, but I just wanted to reach out and see if you’d like to add anyone.”

If Billy were still alive, he’d already be graduated and she would have added the home phone number, but that wasn’t the case anymore.

She thought about maybe adding Joyce, considering the fact that she was like a mother figure to her, but Max knew who she really wanted the school to contact if something were to ever happen.

Somebody who would drop everything to be there for her.

“Umm, would it be ok if I add Steve and his partner?” She leaned forward, plucking out a pen from the jar while she waited for Miss. Lawrence’s response.

A smile and curt, “mhm” prompted her to begin filling out your and Steve’s names along the dotted line along with your phone numbers. She practically had your numbers memorized, being able to press the buttons on the home phone without even looking because she called you two very often.

Sometimes to just check in see how things were going at home with college and Ollie. But also wondering if you two were free so that she could come over. She loved that you guys always picked up her phone calls, and on the rare occasions that you didn’t, she would leave voice messages, saying to call her back ASAP because she needed to get out of the trailer.

Her sudden fast moving pen abruptly came to halt when the ballpoint hovered over “relationship.”

You and Steve weren’t related to her by blood obviously, but at times she really did feel like you two were a part of her family. She really had no other family besides her mom, so she’d take you two willingly into her chosen one.

“Brother” she wrote into the relationship slot next to Steve’s name and “Sister-In-Law” she wrote next to yours.

Sliding the paper back to her counselor and capping her pen, she sat and waited, watching as Miss. Lawrence examined the paper before placing it back into the folder.

She looked up at her, crossing her hands over her desk and smiling, “Steve Harrington? He used to go here didn’t he?”

Max nodded with a tight smile on her face, “Yeah, we’re sorta close…or not sorta, really close. He’s like a brother figure to me and his partner is there for me lots, too.”

The young girl shrugged, hoping there would be no issue of putting you and him on her contact list. If she couldn’t then basically it’d just be her mother’s work number and home number, and since she was barely home, she’d just have to hope her mom wasn’t too busy at work to pickup the phone if it was an emergency.

“Well, that’s really nice of them and I also want you to know that I, myself are here for you no matter what alright?” She patted the tops of Max’s hands, reaching under her desk with the other to grab a card, sliding over the desk to her.

Max grabbed it, examining the contents. On the first line a phone number to her school office, and the other a personal telephone number in case of emergencies.

“In case you ever need to talk, just feel free to call, and if at any time during class you feel like you need to talk to someone you’re always welcome to my office, alright?”

“Thank you,” Max replied serenely, moving back over to her backpack and placing the card in the front pocket for easy access if she ever needed it.

Miss Lawrence looked at her watch, just a few minutes before the bell would ring and the first day of school would come to an end, “You’re welcome to leave now, but just don’t walk out of the front gates before security goes all bezerk.”

She laughed, giving the girl a warm smile, observing her sling the backpack over her shoulder before waving a goodbye and exiting her office.

There was a sense of relief walking out of there without bringing up Billy’s name because she really had thought this was going to be those miserable counselor meetings where she had to sit there watching the poor woman pour her heart out and not know what to say in response.

Talking about Billy and even bringing up his name was a bit triggering now. The only person who was allowed to bring it up was her and if someone else did, she thinks she would immediately see red because all she wanted to do now was to move on.

If that was even possible.

It still hurt to know that he wasn’t here, yet she accepted the fact that she couldn’t bring him back. But really, was this grief worth dying over? For a few months, she thought it was, but at the end of the day she knew Billy was better off dead than surviving that attack.

For crying out loud, he was impaled by a fucking Mindflayer.

There was no plausible or possible way for him to survive.

But even though a piece of her died when he left, she also knew that she could survive this grief.

It would just take time and a lot of realizing that she had to make the best of a bad deal.

As soon as the last bell of the day rung vehemently, she pushed through the big glass double doors and strode against the rough gravel, stopping beside the bike racks that were right next to the parking lot.

She pulled her headphones over her ears, not wanting to hear the commotion of everyone filing out of their classes, and instead watched the doors, waiting until she was able to see her best friend. It was only a couple minutes, and almost halfway through a song that she spotted El on the other side of the glass, but she wasn’t walking alone.

There was Will, her brother.

El waved eagerly towards her, as if they didn’t see each other just a little while ago, but that’s something that Max always admired. That no matter how much time went by, El was always so thrilled to see her.

She waved back, placing her headphones around neck and pausing the tape as they got closer.

“Hey Max!” Will approached, opening his arms in a hug.

She smiled casually, opening hers, and hugging him, “Hey Will.”

Things weren’t necessarily uncomfortable between Will and Max, but they definitely grew a little distant after what had happened at Star Court. In hindsight, it also was a little funny because before the Upside Down crap came back haunting Hawkins—Max, El, and Will were like the little trio that summer.

They had begged you and Steve to drive them around town or supervise them at the pool, per their parents’ request. The three of them connected to the hip and having fun doing their own thing while the others did whatever they constituted as fun.

That was until after Star Court and the breakup that happened between Max and Lucas.

She always understood that Will was inevitably closer to Lucas than he was to her. They had grown up together their whole lives, and Max only entered the picture recently. And even if Will didn’t pick sides, because he didn’t—she knew that everything would be ok and if she had El that was all that mattered.

But still, it was nice to hug her friend again after this entire summer of being missing in action. When they pulled away, they moved a little closer into the parking lot, waiting on the curb as they watched the carpool line move.

“So what happened?” El nudged her delicately, gripping her binder to her chest while on the lookout of the cars entering the pickup section.

“Miss. Lawrence asked me about my emergency contact form and let me add two people.” She told them and they nodded.

“Do you think I could sit with you guys at lunch tomorrow?” Will asked kindly, looking between his little sister and Max.

Today, he had sat with Mike and Dustin at the usual DnD table and while he loved the comfort of his two best friends, he also missed Max and wanted to hang more.

Plus, the DnD table just wasn’t the same without Eddie and the rest of the seniors who had graduated. Hellfire didn’t have a good reputation either, so not many freshmen or newcomers signed up.

Will knew that it was only a matter of time before Hellfire would no longer be a club at Hawkins and instead just better off being played in the confines of the Wheeler basement or Eddie’s trailer.

“Sure,” Max nodded her head, glancing over at him, “Did the guys do something?” she rose her brows and he shook his head wrapping fingers over his backpack straps and holding.

“No, well…kinda? They’re just being friendly to some of the freshman, but I’m not really good with new people, so it’s a little awkward, and plus, Lucas sits with the jocks now, so yeah.”

Will sounded a little disappointed, not at the fact that his childhood best friends were evolving, but more so at the fact that he felt like he was being left behind.

Maybe that’s why the three always gravitated towards each other in a way.

El was, of course overlooked.

Max was misunderstood.

And Will was underappreciated.

“You can sit with us every day if you want!” El offered graciously, giving Will a wide smile and reaching over to squeeze his wrist assuringly.

Max did the same, expect in her own loving way. Poking him the in the side and grinning like a maniac because even if Will hated getting poked in his prime tickle spot, this was like a form of love in some weird way.

“Max! Wait up!”

The three of them whipped their heads back and found a jogging Lucas waving his hands up in the air as he made his way towards them.

“Should I tell him to go away?” Will requested under his breath, just a few seconds away from Lucas coming closer.

She bit her lip and shook her head. Telling him to go away was the last thing she wanted and quite frankly all she did this past summer was push him away. It was time that she faced the music and owe him an explanation.

Lucas was always so good and kind to her. Constantly asking if she was ok, even when he knew she wasn’t. Trying his best to get her to open up about her feelings. Leaving a pile of picked flowers on her doorstep even when she wouldn’t answer the door.

All of the things he did because he loved her and she pushed him away like nothing.

It was horrible what she did, but she knew it was for her own sake.

“H-hey!” Lucas coughed out stiffly, rubbing the back of his neck as he stared on at her, watching a little smile appear on her freckled face.

“Hi jock.” She pestered light heartedly, scrunching her nose at the patch on his letterman jacket that now was going to become a new staple in his closet.

She and Lucas always used to make fun of the jocks that they’d seen all over town back when they were in middle school. Acting like Hawkins’ Royalty just because they got to go to states only to come home without a trophy. It felt a little funny that even after those years of those conversations; he was in front of her wearing one of those jackets.

“But I’m a nice jock.” He clicked his tongue and pointed his finger at her, making her laugh.

Will discreetly reached for El’s wrist, gently tugging the two of them a few feet back to give Max and Lucas some much needed privacy.

For the first time that they conversed after the breakup, they didn’t seem so tense or weirded out by each other. And to them, seeing their friends look somewhat happy in each other’s presence felt like a good step.

Max rolled her eyes sarcastically, moving her feet across the gravel. “I don’t know if being a nice jock is even possible.”

Lucas simply amused her, making a ‘X’ over his heart and mouthing the words, “I promise.” She knew he would always be a nice person. But a jock? She never thought that would happen.

“So…umm, how have you been?” He stammered the question out, anxiously rubbing his hands together, hoping to hear some good news.

Max swallowed, and smiled, a real genuine smile, “Better,” she began, “A lot better, kinda…Steve and his girlfriend have been really there for me, so it’s nice.”

Lucas beamed at the response, finally glad and thoroughly convinced that Max was indeed doing better, maybe not 100% the same Max from before, but she was getting there little by little.

“How about you?”

Max gestured over at him, obviously wanting to hear about when he decided to change up the look and go for total jocky balls and laundry basket mode, as Eddie would call it.

She watched him dig into his jean pockets, pulling out a key and smiling wide.

“I got my license a few ago! And my dad let me get a new stereo system for crushing basketball tryouts—it’s cool! It comes with a tape player and everything, so maybe one day we can drive around and blast that Kate Bush tape.”

He pointed at her Walkman clipped to her jeans. The Kate Bush tape that he knew she loved, confined within the two pieces of plastic and could be seen through the little clear window in the front.

Her fingers trailed over the Walkman, resting there, as she looked up at Lucas with sorry eyes and a frown.

“I-I’m sorry for pushing you away for so long. I swear it’s not what I wanted to do…but it was what was best for me.” She admitted, pursing her lips and watching Lucas shake his head.

“No, I should be the sorry one because I kept pushing you to talk even though I knew you were still hurting deep down. A-and why you said that it wasn’t because of me, and you blamed yourself for me being stupid and pushy—”

Max swallowed, shaking her head, “uh, uh” cutting Lucas off, leading him to raise his brows and stop.

“I meant it when I said it was nothing to do with you, Lucas.” She said quietly enough to hear despite the chatter from the rest of the students passing by.

Max’s eyes looked from side to side, making sure no one was able to hear what she was about to say. And when she knew the coast was clear, she stepped forward, somewhat closing the space between them and hugging herself to find some comfort.

“What happened last summer fucked me up. Really bad,” she buzzed, feeling Lucas so close to her, “I’m still trying to heal from it and the last thing I want to do is rope you in with everything. So I mean it when I say it’s not you, it’s me.”

Her eyes darted up to his, seeing them filled with acceptance and a slight bit of hopelessness. She could read Lucas like the back of her hand, and she knew that it was still painful for him.

After all, they were quite literally each other’s first love.

“I believe you.” He whispered back, his hand reaching for hers and clutching it tenderly.

She gave him a tight-lipped smile, stepping back and opening up the space between them. The space that she knew would one day once be filled again, but right now she had to put herself first, even if it was selfish.

Even if a boy, straight out of her dreams, who did nothing but make her laugh and never tried to change her was waiting on the other side.

Your words and Steve’s echoing in her mind and reminding her that she was the priority. That this space between her and Lucas would never fully close unless she put herself first and got better.

Not because Lucas deserved it.

But because she did.

“Bug!”

The crunch of the tires on gravel, followed by Steve’s voice, made her look back. His face looking at her from the passenger window where he waved. Max and El were already starting to make their way into the backseat of his car, and she had to go.

She turned back around to Lucas, seeing him give Steve a wave and smile before redirecting his attention back to his favorite red-head.

“I’ll try to call sometime…and I look forward to that ride one day.” She told him, reaching out to pat his shoulder as she gave him a soft smile and turned on her heel.

But before she could go, he grabbed onto her palm, placing a piece of paper folder up between them before he squeeze and finally let her go.

She looked puzzled at first, wondering what it could have been, but just seeing the words Lucas mouthed reassured her, “Read it and let me know.”

She swallowed, nodding her head understandingly and clutching her fist around the paper. Walking towards Steve’s car, she could already imagine the questions that he was about to ask by the slight crinkle of his forehead and curled lip.

“Save it,” Max groaned jokingly, holding her hand up to his face as she slumped into her seat and buckled her belt.

Steve shook his head, looking back at the other two kids in the backseat, pretending to look as clueless as possible. His eyes shifted back to Max, clicking his tongue, “Start talking missus.”

She turned her head away, peering out towards the passenger window, where her fingers carefully opened up the note. In messy blue ink, he wrote, “first game on Friday…hope to see you there!” signed off with his initials and two stick figures: him and her.

With a smile on her face, she tucked the paper into her pocket, turning towards Steve who was already staring right back at her with a grin, “I’m going to a game on Friday.”

When they got back to the apartment, Steve couldn’t help but eavesdrop while he got some food going in the microwave overhearing the conversation the other three were having in the living room only a few feet away.

“You guys are like totally obsessed with my non-existent dating life!” Max accused jokingly, spread out on the floor with Ollie laying on her rib cage.

Will and El had already gotten started with their homework fanned out across the coffee table, multitasking as they chatted with Max.

“We’re not obsessed, just mildly concerned.” Will told her, eyes never leaving his calculus worksheet that he was flying through.

The red head sat up, cuddling the dog to her, as she looked over at Will, “What do you mean concerned?”

He finally looked away from his homework, shooting her a knowing glance. “Lucas is going to think this means that you two are getting back together.”

“He’s right,” El murmured, setting her pencil down and laying her head over her arms, still concentrating her eyes on her best friend, “It doesn’t help that won’t shut up about you.” El added, watching Max inhale and shrug.

Unlike Max, El still hung out with the guys mostly because of Mike and as of recently her best friend was the topic of discussion. Lucas asking the boys for some girl advice, which was ludicrous because usually it was them asking him for advice.

Will and El would share uncomfortable and silent glances, knowing that Max wasn’t going to budge on her stance with the relationship. Nothing was going to make her magically change her mind and decide to get back together with him. This wasn’t like their previous petty breakdowns where Max would keep Lucas on his toes, but eventually take him back with a snap of her fingers.

This was something more, and they both knew that.

“Well…we’re not going to—I’m just not ready for it, don’t know when I will be, but that doesn’t mean I have to stop caring about him.” She told her friends, looking away subconsciously.

But Max knew that El and Will were a smart pair of siblings. They both probably already knew everything she was going through, but didn’t want to ask or bring it up because they knew it would make her uneasy.

“Which is why no one is forcing you to go to that game for Lucas’ sake,” Will responded, pressing a comforting hand on her knee, “You should go because you want to, not because you feel like you have to.”

“Who’s forcing who to do what?”

Steve came into the living room balancing a plate of hot pockets on one hand and three bottles of water in the other.

Max looked up at him, putting Ollie down on the floor as Steve placed the food on the coffee table and sat back on the couch.

“Nothing! No one is forcing me to do anything. They’re just concerned about the game on Friday.” Max said, shaking her head and picking up a hot pocket and taking a bite.

Steve observed, seeing Will and El passing him troubled glances, not wanting to be caught by Max who would totally tell them they were freaking out for no reason at all, when in fact they had all the reasons in the world to.

“Do you actually wanna go to the game?” Steve urged, sitting up slightly and watching her chew before answering with a dismissive bobble of her head.

“Yeah, I guess…it’s not like I have anything to do, anyways.” She told him, prompting Steve to let out a sigh, running his hands up and down his legs, wondering what was the right response to give her.

“Max, if you want to go, you should go. It’ll be a nice change of scenery for you, but you don’t just have to go because you feel like you owe Lucas something, alright? You make your own choices for yourself. Don’t let him or any of us pressure you into doing or going to something you don’t want to do.”

She knew where they were all coming from, considering the amount of protectiveness they all had for her, especially Steve. He knew the struggles she was facing that El and Will didn’t, so his words were hinting at that something more without explicitly saying it or being too obvious.

Max wasn’t only on the road to getting better mentally and emotionally, but also facing the grief of Billy. The thoughts of going back to the basketball court where she would obviously have memories of her late brother was something she wasn’t quite sure she was ready to face alone.

It wasn’t like she was scared or terrified, but more so just apprehensive to see what the outcome would be. Would she only be able to see the ghost of Billy out on the court, or would she freeze and run away when she saw Lucas there?

She wasn’t quite sure if it was Lucas or Billy’s ghost she was fending off, but she knew she wanted to do this—just not alone.

“Do you think you and her could come to the game?” Max proposed, looking at Steve who grinned tightly and nodded.

“Of course,” Steve replied, reaching forward to ruffle her hair as she playfully rolled her eyes and smacked his hand away.

She looked at her two other friends, watching with smiles as they ate their afternoon snack, clearly pleased with Max’s more confident answer this time around. She knew they knew that things were difficult for her—more difficult than it was a year ago. It was that sort of silent pact and understanding that they had between the three of them.

They knew, but they just wouldn’t speak of it for her sake. But what they would do was advocate for her best interest and remind her that she was in control of everything that was left up to her.

“Guys wanna come too?” Max suggested, wiggling her brows at the two who grinned.

“But you have to swear we won’t have to do those stupid cheers that the crowd does to get pumped up!” Will pointed with a laugh as Max crossed her fingers over her heart.

“Promise!” she added with a giggle.

“If Lucas has trouble shooting, do you think I could use my powers to help?” El looked at Max with an innocent look of curiosity before the redhead turned to Steve.

“Can she?” Max smirked, and Steve looked at her with a grin.

“Y’know, it’d probably be really helpful, buutttt we should let the game play out without super powers, alright?”

He turned to El with a chortle, following as she moped somewhat, but went straight back to eating her hot pocket and doing her homework.

The front door knob wiggled, the lock turning while Ollie hopped excitedly, sprinting around in circles before you finally came through the doorway.

“I’m home!” You sparkled, toeing off your shoes and placing your stack of books on the little table at the entrance of your apartment.

Steve was up from his place on the couch in an instant, coming to greet you at the front door with a peck to the lips.

“Missed you,” Steve murmured, placing a kiss on your arm while he guided the strap of your backpack down and off your shoulders.

You smiled warmly, stepping up on your tiptoes to give him another kiss, “I missed you too.”

“Yeah, you know we’re here too!”

Steve sneered playfully, taking your bag to the bedroom while you stooped down to pick up Ollie in your arms before walking over to the teens at the table.

“Helloooo, Ellie…Willie….and Maxie.” You singsonged, pecking the tops of their heads as they grumbled at your corny nicknames before you rounded the coffee table and plopped down on the sofa.

“How was college?” El sought, scooting closer to your legs as she reached an arm up and petted Ollie behind the ears.

“Plenty of lecture notes to go through, but that’s boring! Tell me all about your first day! Any cute girls or guys? Mean teachers? New cliques?” Your eyes darting to the three who smiled and shrugged lightly.

“My classes are alright. Mostly full of kids from last school year, but my teachers are really nice! Mr. Krasinski said that if we all turn in our syllabus on time we get one pass to skip any pop quiz throughout the semester, we would just have to vote on it as a class.” Will explains

“When I was in high school all my teachers were lame, you guys are lucky!” You pestered.

You tilted your head towards the girls, squinting your eyes, “Soooo, is Mrs. O’Donnell really an old miserable hag?”

Max and El shook their heads, cackling loudly at your comment that you definitely got from Eddie Munson himself.

“She’s actually kinda nice! Maybe Eddie really just gave her a hard time.” Max spoke, dusting off her fingers and reaching for her water bottle to take a sip.

Just then Steve had exited your bedroom, heading towards the kitchen to grab yourself a snack which was usually string cheese and a bag of lays.

“Did you tell her about Lucas?” Steve called out while ripping open the new pack of string cheese he had bought for you a few days ago.

He snickered when he heard your dramatic gasp, startling Ollie who hopped out of your arms and ran over to him.

“Oh, here it goes now…” Max groaned, shaking her head with no malice as you dropped onto the floor beside her with a bemused grin on your face holding her by the shoulders.

“Tell. Me. Everything!” You shook her gingerly, catching Steve in the distance who was coming closer with your favorite snacks.

Perfect timing.

You let go of her shoulders, hands instantly grabbing the food Steve was offering to you, before you settled your back against his legs where he sat down on the couch and ran his fingers through your locks smoothly.

“Well, he came up to me after school and asked me how I was doing.” Max started getting relaxed next to you as you nodded and listened, peeling strings of the cheese as you ate.

“Then I apologized for pushing away this whole summer and he took it surprisingly well actually, then he invited me to his basketball game on Friday.”

You turned your head strongly, looking at her with widened eyes.

“He’s a jock now? Since when?”

Max snorted somewhat in an agreeing manner, “I guess he took up basketball over the summer and tried out. He’s on junior varsity and plays point guard.”

You took in that information, chewing slowly, trying to decipher which questions you wanted to ask because really you had so many, but you settled on the most important one for the moment.

“Do you want to go?”

A smile began to tug at Max’s lips, making you raise your brows as you watched her throw her arms out wide, “Yep! And you and Steve are coming with!”

You pretended to whimper, sending your head back on Steve’s knees where you stared at him upside down, “Why!? You know I can’t stand watching laundry baskets and balls!”

He tsked, bopping your nose, “I’m going to ban you and Eddie from hanging out. I was on the basketball team you know!”

You sighed, throwing your head right side up and looked at Max, trying to hold back a smile.

“You’re lucky, I love you.” with that you wrapped your arms around her, embracing her in a hug that silently told her that you were in fact looking forward to it and would go anywhere she asked if it made her feel comfortable.

To be honest, you were probably the most nervous for Max’s first day of school even if it didn’t look like it because you didn’t want her to see through your worry. Kids her age knew of the Billy incident, and you also knew that they were ruthless.

Your heart couldn’t handle knowing that today could’ve been a horrible one for her, where she felt ostracized by her classmates and you and Steve weren’t there to scoop her up and tell all those other bullies to fuck off.

And the funny part is, you and Steve shouldn’t even be this concerned in the first place, but you knew deep down that the both of you would always be this worried for her and her wellbeing.

Max had been through a lot, and you were grateful that she found a safe space with you and Steve because you knew she needed it more than anything. The both of you would do anything for her in a heartbeat because you both cared for her that much.

Honestly, you could’ve cried seeing how happy she looked sitting in your living room with her two friends while they did homework together. And for the first time in a long time, you could see that this wasn’t just one of those half exteriors that she would put on to convince her friends that she was ok.

This was Max finally starting to let her guard down and begin to heal.

The old Max would never really make a return—that Max was the one who died when she watched her brother go. But this also wasn’t the old Max who wanted to retreat from social interactions with people she actually enjoyed being around.

This was Max coming into her own again and you were glad that you got to see it happening in the flesh.

The happiness wasn’t something that was just passing for Maxine, for once it felt steady even in a time where she wasn’t quite sure how sure she was of its presence.

Having Will and El sitting with her at lunch gave her a sense of security, knowing that there were two people she could go to at any given time. It was an even bigger plus having El with her during the last period of the day because they could walk to class together and even talk during free time.

She gushed over the phone when she’d call to tell you about her day at school when she wasn’t spending time at your apartment. Even telling Steve about her obnoxious classmates during the car ride home or begging him to drive slower, so she’d just be a tad bit late before the first bell.

It seemed as though that sophomore year wasn’t as scary as she had thought it out to be. It was less lonely, even if it was only two of her friends keeping her company. There were fewer eyes staring at her and murmuring in the hallways from last school year, and it felt like everyone had moved on—which was great, because she wanted to as well.

Today was one of those days where Max didn’t get dropped off by Steve nor was going to be picked up by him. El and Will suggested that they head to a diner after school to grab an actual appetizing late lunch while they did homework. Joyce was in charge of the early morning drop off and Hopper would do the picking up and dropping Max back to the trailer.

Max liked the new routine: dropping in at your place on certain days of the week and also spending her time with her friends just being regular high schoolers trying to get through the next two years.

There was a sense of normalcy about it that she found freeing. A part of her knowing that she didn’t have to stay locked up in her trailer, wasting the days away, and instead it felt good to go out and have a distraction to help her get through whatever she was feeling.

But she also loved the fact that if at any moment things got too heavy for her or if she just needed a break, you and Steve’s door was always going to be open.

It was a rarity for your college classes to get cancelled, but when they were, it was almost like a cheat day. Spending your time at home, getting to lounge around and watch movies or better yet catch up on your naps that you’d been missing out on thanks to studying and work.

This time, though, you’d gotten to do just that before Steve had called out of work early to spend the rest of his afternoon with you, bringing home a new tape and some candy bars for an extra touch of love.

“I could totally do that.” Steve grumbled, tossing more popcorn into his mouth while the screen displayed Patrick Swayze lifting Jennifer Grey up into the air.

“Hmm sure,” you dragged out, rolling your eyes lovingly as you bit into your second chocolate bar of the afternoon.

A knock sounded on the front door, prompting Ollie to hop down, sniffing and running around in circles at the guest.

“Did you forget to pick Max up?” You paused the movie, looking over at Steve.

He glanced down at his watch, shaking his head, “She said she was getting a ride from Hop to head to the diner with El and Will. It can’t be her.”

“Thats weird,” you thought out loud, shaking it off and heading to the door, leaning down to pet Ollie as you unlocked it.

“Hello?” You started as you opened it, coming face to face with Lucas,

“Lucas! What are you doing here? Did you need a ride or something?”

He shook his head, a smile on his face as Ollie ran to his feet and began jumping excitedly, “Hey Ollie,”

“I got my license a few weeks ago, Dustin didn’t tell you?” He laughed, petting your puppy’s head as Steve came to your side.

“Did they make you parallel park?” Steve asked, smiling at the scene.

I nailed it pretty quickly…do you think I could come in for a bit?”

You nodded, opening the door wider as he stepped in with Ollie in his arms and took a seat on the couch.

“How can we be of service?” You plopped yourself on the opposite couch while Steve sat beside him.

He took a deep breath, looking between the both of you as his hands continued petting Ollie who now laid comfortable across his lap.

“It’s umm, about Max…”

You sat up and so did Steve, who straightened his posture and nodded his head like the protective older brother he was to her.

“What about her?”

“I invited her to my game tomorrow.” Lucas started, the two of you nodding, already knowing this information because she told you guys over dinner a few days ago, “She said she’d come and she actually seems a bit happier now, which has me thinking…”

Steve rose his brows arms crossed over his chest, “About what?”

“To win her back! I just need help trying to come up with a plan. I talked to Dustin and Mike about it, but all their ideas suck. And I even went to El and Will, but they said they can’t help me. So I was thinking you guys could help?”

His voice was hopeful, but the looks that you were giving him weren’t necessarily mirrored with the same smile he had. If anything, you and Steve were quiet, not quite sure on what to say or where to look, so instead you looked at each other, eyes fighting silently over who was going to tell him you two couldn’t help.

Truth be told, after the kids had left your apartment on Monday afternoon, Steve had spilled his guts about the conversation that the three had about Lucas and his invite to the game. He knew it wasn’t his place to throw himself into some teenage issues, but Max was like a little sister to him, and just as El and Will had said, there was a point to be mildly concerned.

Max stood her ground about not getting back together with Lucas. Yes, she wanted to go to the basketball game to show her support towards him, but that did not mean they were getting back together—none at all.

Those were boundaries that Max was setting, and you both knew that you couldn’t sit here and look at this kid and give him the false hope that somehow he could pull off a miracle to win her back.

Eventually the staring contest came to an end, and Steve won.

You sighed, getting up from your seat and sitting beside Lucas, “I’m sorry bud, but I don’t think we’ll be able to help with that,” you said wistfully, a soothing hand resting on his shoulders where they slumped.

“W-why?” He asked disappointedly as you grimaced, squeezing his shoulder trying to get him to relax.

“Because Max isn’t a girl who can be won back, Lucas,” You started, turning your body towards him as you explained, “Look, I know you care about her a lot and there no doubt in my mind that she cares about you the same way, but she just needs this time alone.”

You said it slowly, watching as the young boy’s face settled even sadder, if that was possible. His hands stopped petting Ollie and instead rested smoothly on his thighs. His mouth moving yet the words stuck in his throat as he tried to understand.

“I—I just don’t understand, we’ve been broken up for months. The longest we’ve ever been broken up—”

Steve cut in, patting him on the back. “Trust us, we know.”

Lucas shook his head turning his attnetion back to you, “Isn’t that enough time alone? I just don’t get it.”

You smiled tightly, lifting your shoulders and letting them fall as you grabbed his hands and squeezed, “Because maybe it’s not for you to understand, but it’s something you need to accept Lucas. She needs her space to take care of herself. Don’t you think she’s been through a lot in the last two years?”

Lucas swallowed thickly, nodding his head before hanging it low, “So you’ve gotta let her do this. She comes first no matter what. With that being said, you’ve gotta focus on yourself and the stuff that makes you happy.” You told him sternly, patting his hands before going to grab a glass of water that it looked like he needed.

The young boy was quiet, sulking with disappointment and sadness, knowing that this was completely out of his hands and like you had told him, he had to accept it. It was just painful to know the only girl he ever wanted just couldn’t be with him right now.

Steve knew how Lucas felt. He too was a sophomore chasing after a girl who couldn’t be with him, but under different circumstances because sophomore year Steve was an asshole, but Lucas—not a bad bone in that kid.

“Dude, c’mon, don’t let this get you down.” Steve shook him by the shoulders, attempting to get a smile, but all he got was a frown that didn’t look like it could be flipped upside down easily.

“I just miss her…a lot.” He blurted out, making Steve click his tongue and nod sympathetically.

He knew that Max and Lucas spent less and less time together. And while Max wasn’t fond of talking about boys and romance in front of him, he knew that she missed Lucas as well. How she’d bring him up in random conversations when something reminded her of him. Little things here and there let him know that Max missed Lucas. But many things also outweighed the fact that a relationship would not be good for her right now.

You and Steve were two of the only people to really know what was going on with her and what she was going through with everything inside and at home. So while Steve hated to play favorites and lie—he knew it wasn’t his place nor yours to tell Lucas what was really going on with Max.

That one day, they could have a conversation around it with themselves and work it out like adults.

“I know you do, but you were her friend before you were her boyfriend,” Steve explained, nudging him with his elbow, garnering the young boy’s attention, “Be there for her as a friend. Listen to her. Talk to her. But for the love of god, do not dare push her, because I’ll find out and you know that if I hear that you made her upset—”

Your eyes widened, quickly strolling back into the living room with an ice cold glass of water that you passed to Lucas who stared at Steve nervously before you came back in.

“He’ll have a civil conversation with you!” You finished for him, turning your head towards Steve’s, widening your eyes to tell him to cut it out.

Steve shrugged his shoulders, Lucas paying no mind to you two as he downed the drink, “Yeah, that’s where I was getting at…thanks babe.”

“No biggy, Stevie.” You smirked to yourself, picking up Ollie and cuddling him into your chest as Lucas and Steve watched on.

“Thanks guys, I really needed to hear that. I’m actually pretty glad I came to you two before I followed through with what Mike and Dustin said.” Lucas laughed to himself, shaking his head, making you and Steve curious.

“What was their plan?” Steve rose his brows, sitting back on the couch as you nodded your head wanting to know too.

“Serenade her with some Kate Bush…Dustin said Suzy took him back when he sang Never-Ending Story.” He shook his head laughing, covering his face as he remembered the looks that he and Mike shot the curly headed teen who seemed so serious about it.

You snorted, knowing that while Dustin was an intelligent kid, that dude was just not the go to for relationship advice.

“Well, thank god you didn’t because you would have ruined Kate Bush for her!” You bantered, patting him on the shoulder as he pouted up at you.

“Hey c’mon! I have pipes!”

Steve chuckled, swinging his arm over his shoulder, “You’ve got pipes, but not Kate Bush pipes.”

“You’re right.” Lucas pointed, a smile on both of their faces, before he stood up, dusting off his jeans.

“I gotta run back to school and pick up Erica from band practice,” He told you, pulling out his car keys from his pocket, “But my first game of the season is this Friday—Do you guys think you can make it?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You assured, giving him a tight hug that he welcomed before turning towards Steve and shaking his hand.

“We’ll see you then…and make sure you work on your three-pointers, remember, to turn your feet and size up the basket before you release…”

You sighed, shooting Lucas an apologetic look that he waved off as he continued listening to Steve’s advice, taking it, knowing that it would probably come in handy for this week’s game. As Steve finished off what looked to be a demonstration of a three pointer that had you and Lucas on the verge of cracking up, you planted a hand on the center of his back, leading him towards the door.

“Okay, Steve, I think he gets it, and I don’t think Erica would be happy waiting around for her dear brother to pick her up.” You sing-songed, opening the door for Lucas so he could get a way out from hearing more of Steve’s coaching.

“Go before he keeps rambaling!” You screeched, pushing him out the door where he shouted out a “bye steve!” before jogging down the apartment steps and hopping into his car.

You waved bye to him as he drove off, before Steve’s arms wrapped around your body, him slotting himself behind you and nuzzling his face into your neck as you giggled and shut the door.

“Work on being less confrontational when it comes to Max,” you chided softly, poking his cheek as he pouted dropping his arms around you, yet keeping his chin on your shoulder.

“I was not.” He moped, making you snort, unimpressed by his demeanor.

“Babe, you totally were! When I left to get him water, I came back to you nearly seething and Lucas looking scared out of his mind!”

He grinned lazily, eyebrows raised as he stared at you from the weird angle, “Really?! So it worked, huh?”

You tiled your head, “What worked?”

“Intimidation. You know I was never a big fan of it, but Lucas had to know that I won’t tolerate him trying to force Max to get back together.” He finished, removing his head from your shoulder and going towards the kitchen.

You trailed behind him, a smile on your face as he got water, gulping it down as you leaned back on the counter and stared, “I’m sure Max would appreciate it, but I’m also sure Lucas would never do such a thing.”

He placed the cup down, leaning back on the counters opposite of you, “Oh I know…I just had to remind him.”

You closed your eyes, huffing out another laugh, “You’re impossible.”

Steve knew that he was probably protective of all the kids, but he just felt more protective of Max. He knew things weren’t easy for her, even before the death of Billy, but things just got progressively worse after he passed.

Max would no longer call him and bug him to take her to the movies, and a little piece of him missed the redhead and her quip remarks. If he had known sooner what she was going through, he would’ve stepped in and at least tried to prevent it from getting this bad.

And even though he could never go back into the past, he just hoped that now Max knew that you and he would be there for her in a heartbeat. That you two would do anything you possibly could to see her happy because it’s what she deserved after everything she had been through.

“And it’s in!” Max cheered on with her friends, watching as Hawkins continued to lead the game.

Steve never thought that he’d be back inside the very gymnasium where Billy essentially threw him on his ass, but alas here he was sitting on the bleachers cheering on Lucas while his girl and the teens conversed through most of the game.

Max wasn’t as tense as she thought that she would be, and while this definitely wasn’t her usual scene, she felt composed. She wasn’t sure if it was having her friends here with her or maybe it was just some internal nervousness that she made up in her head that she forgot about, but it was nice.

For this being the first game of the season, the gym wasn’t as crowded, so it didn’t feel too suffocating. She could see Erica and the rest of Lucas’ family sitting closer towards the court, his mother and father often bolting out of their seat when their son made a basket.

It made her smile despite her distaste towards jocks and the whole idea of the sport as a whole. Remembering what Lucas said about being a “nice jock,” she knew deep down that he really was a good guy. Maybe with his addition on the team, there could be some sort of revolution to the Hawkins’ rule book where all jocks didn’t actually have to be complete assholes and instead compassionate meat heads who threw balls into a basket for fun.

Eddie’s insult was totally rubbing off on her, too.

Steve noticed Max’s spurt of silence, catching her staring off onto the court without following the ball with her eyes. He nudged her slightly with his elbow to capture her attention, but not obvious enough for you and the others to catch.

Her eyes flickered to his, jutting her chin up, “Yeah?”

“You okay?” Steve asked, studying her features to see if she was hinting that she wanted to leave early or was getting tired.

She nodded with a smile. “I’m good, was just thinking of stuff.”

“Wanna enlighten me?” He quipped, as she shrugged and turned her eyes back to the court, watching as the opposing team had begun to catch up.

“Do you ever miss being in high school?” She asked.

He tapped his foot against the stands, thinking before answering, “Not really. High school wasn’t the best time for me and I had a bad reputation I was living up to. I’d only ever go back so I could make things right and maybe meet her a little sooner.”

She watched Steve look over at you, smiling wide at your absentmindedness too busy paying actual attention to the game while biting down nervously on your thumb. She could tell that Steve was madly in love with you, and she even wished that Steve had met you earlier too, because you changed him in a way.

You made Steve “the king” Harrington less jocky and more focused on him and his future. Plus, you made him soft in the heart which was a plus because the kids totally used it to their advantage.

“By making things right…do you mean with Billy?”

Maxine wasn’t stupid. She had already known about Steve and her brother going at each other’s throats even before Lucas and Dustin had invited her out to search for Dart, which is when she met him.

Back at home, she could hear Billy talking to himself while he lifted weights in his room. Something about him wanting to beat the shit out of Steve Harrington and take his place at Hawkins High.

And maybe Billy was a bit insecure when it came to Steve because she knew that Steve was who he wanted to be. For all she knew at the time, Steve was wealthy, lived in a big house, and had all the ladies frothing at the mouth for him.

Obsessive…totally, but she knew he couldn’t help it, especially with the upbringing that he had.

She thought that she was going to hate Steve, because while Billy and Max barely agreed on certain things—they both hated pretentious people, which is exactly how Billy had described Steve.

But she couldn’t hate him.

Not when he stepped in front of a real life monster to save her life in a very cramped school bus in the middle of nowhere. Plus, throwing himself outside of said school bus to attract the monsters and kill them by himself to put the kids out of harm’s way.

Maybe Steve Harrington was soft all along.

“Uhh, yeah, partly... yeah," Steve stuttered, not really know the right way to go about this conversation.

The last time Max had brought up Billy’s name was when she had that mini panic attack back at home after the doctor’s appointment. That had been nearly a month ago, and since then she hadn’t spoken about him and you and Steve were more than fine with that—neither of you bringing him up, either.

Billy was a touchy subject for a multitude of reasons.

The first was that he was killed in the line of fire protecting Max and her best friend from death, all while uttering an apology as he took his last breath and she could only watch.

The second is that while Billy did apologize, there were things that he did that were unforgivable in her eyes that would never leave her memory.

His death didn’t excuse any of the abuse that she or other faced.

They all knew this.

Billy was verbally abusive and at the time resorted to physical violence. He would have beaten Steve to death if it weren’t for Max stepping up and injecting him with a tranquilizer. It wasn’t a secret that he’d get physical with Max too—gripping her wrists too tight or straight up, slapping her across the face when she disobeyed him.

But Billy wasn’t always like this and even Max who didn’t know the past version of him, saw that this monster was created—by his father, of course.

She was conflicted a lot of the times, not knowing if it was really right for her to still feel that twinge of anger towards him for the stuff he had put her and her friends through. Or if it was something that she was supposed to magically let go now that he was dead.

She didn’t know if she would ever know how to go about that.

Max tore her eyes away from the court, looking over at him with a grimace to her face, “…I’m sorry for the way he treated you and whatnot.”

He didn’t know where this was coming from, obviously a place of guilt, but why now? And why would she ever think she would have to apologize for something she had no part in?

“Hey, it’s not your fault…you don’t have to worry about that stuff anymore.”

It was long gone for Steve, in all honesty. He had gone through way more traumatic stuff than getting his ass handed to him on the court by Hargrove and nearly dying by a few punches. But he could tell that for Max, it still bothered her. This was like a wound that was still opened, not yet fully healed, even when it wasn’t on her to begin with.

“I know, but still—”

“But nothing, alright? What he did isn’t a reflection of you…you gotta remember that.” His tone was soft yet firm, watching as she nodded and gulped thickly.

His hand came down to her shoulder, resting it there as he looked at her, “Give yourself more credit, Max, you’re nothing like him. What he did isn’t your fault and what happened to him isn’t either. Some things….you just gotta let it take its course.”

All along, that’s what Max was trying to find a semblance of control.

By spending summer locked away in her own thoughts and feelings, she was able to be in complete and utter control. Her brain was wired like a television that replayed and imagined anything she wanted on command.

She could go back to the past and ponder it. Switch channels and jump to the future where she thought up something happier for herself. Go back to the original channel she was on and realize that there was no such thing as a happier future right now.

Stay there, sitting in silence, hearing the static between her screams and breathing. Close her eyes and turn it off, knowing it’d be there for her to turn back on whenever she wanted.

It didn’t occur to her at all that maybe she wasn’t the only one affected by Billy’s death.

Eleven had literally been kidnapped and almost met with her death because of him.

Lucas had to face his horrible words of hatred and assault just because he wanted to be friends with her.

Steve had spent weeks getting verbally and physically tormented by him, and on top of that suffered a fractured nose after the nasty brawl.

Was it selfish for her to assume that she was the only one hurting and grieving even after what everybody else went through?

All along, was it supposed to be her coming out of all of this as the lucky one because she finally escaped her toxic brother?

Was his death supposed to be a silver lining?

But was it her responsibility to make it up to everyone he hurt?

Was everything that went down this summer all just self-absorbed of her?

Why couldn’t she just let it play out like Steve said?

Why now, when she was feeling just a bit better about herself and the future, did she have to feel like she didn’t deserve this?

Why?

“Oh my god! C’mon Lucas!”

Neither her nor Steve had been paying attention to the game.

Max too caught up in her head, thoughts billowing like a whirlpool, going round-and-round with the same emotions, not know if she’d get sucked into the darkness again, or keep swimming until she survived.

Steve was caught up in watching her, reading her features that screamed confusion in a million different ways. Almost like watching her haze out and suddenly lose her own presence sitting in front of him.

It wasn’t until the crowd roared and you shouted out that she had come through. Snapping her eyes open and shut, shaking her shoulders before nodding aimlessly at him and darting her eyes to the court.

Lucas had scurried towards the basket, jumping high as he tossed the ball up before the buzzer sounded.

Hawkins took it home.

“Woooo!”

There was a strain in her cheer that only she or Steve could catch, because only they knew the conversation they had seconds ago. With still so much left unsaid, he hoped what he said stuck with her. That maybe it was just her taking in his words and realizing that the past was past, not something he was still stuck on even after Billy’s death.

“That was awesome! He did really well….so well that I didn’t have to use my powers!” El cupped her hands around Max’s ear, concealing the last bit of her sentence that made Max break out in a smile.

There was an ease to her now. Steve could let it go, just until he knew that she was really fine and didn’t need any more reassurance—but even if she needed it, he’d always be there to fall back on.

“C’mon, let’s go congratulate him,” Steve told everyone, gesturing his hand out to lead them out of the narrow stands and down the stairs first before he followed closely behind.

His hand, holding yours as you walked in front of him and smiled, seeing Lucas’ family embrace him in a hug, even Erica who looked just as pleased at her brother’s buzzer beater.

Max stood timidly, waiting before his parents let go of their hug before Lucas had noticed her standing there.

“You came!” Lucas smiled broadly, opening his arms wondering if it was okay to hug her.

She smiled, nodding as she opens hers and wrapped her arms around his frame, “Didn’t want to miss it. First nice jock in Hawkins history to beat the buzzer is totally one of the history books.”

His chest bubbled against her cheek as he laughed before pulling away, “Thanks for coming, it means a lot.”

“You did great dude, Mike and Dustin are going to be so mad they missed out on this.”

El and Will immediately clung to either of his sides, giving him a hug as he thanked them for coming, knowing that sports wasn’t really their thing.

“Great hustle on that last shot, man. You did great!” Steve cheered, giving him a firm handshake before embracing him in a hug.

“We’re so proud of you, Lucas! I’m gonna need to get you a pin that says, “Hawkins MVP,” then you can add it to your lettermen!”

You were the cheeriest out of the bunch, which was surprising considering that you didn’t like sports very much, yet there you were totally immersed by the game and now most certainly going home to make that custom pin for Lucas despite his protests.

Steve was sure that if he had really gotten serious about his own basketball career and got signed into the big league, you’d be one of those hard core basketball wives.

You were totally into tossing balls into laundry baskets now.

“Invite me to the next game, alright?” Max said cooly, watching Lucas’ face light up as he nodded.

“Of course! And thanks for coming again guys, it’s nice to have my friends here!”

They shared a smile, giving him a wave as they exited the gym and let him have a moment to reel it all in with his family and teammates. And like Steve said, it was a nice change of scenery, not only for Max but for everybody who was so used to not going to school functions like this.

Now they actually had a reason to show up, Steve just wished that next time everyone would be in attendance because Lucas deserved to see everyone who cared about him in the stands—win or lose.

“You guys hungry? Wanna stop by McDonald’s before you head home?” You asked from the passenger seat as the kids hummed “no” in the backseat of Steve’s car.

Steve glanced up to the rearview mirror, getting a glimpse at their tired features. “You sure? There’s one coming up and I could go to the drive-thru?”

Will caught his eyes in the mirror, giving him a reassuring shake of his head before looking at his sister.

“Mom said she was cooking risotto and roasted potatoes tonight so we’re going to have the leftovers.” He told you both.

Steve flickered his eyes from the road, back up to the mirror to see Max staring mindlessly out the window.

“Bug? No McDonalds?”

She shook her head, answering without catching his glance, “No, I’m ok. My mom left a note on the fridge this morning and said she’d be home for dinner. She probably cooked something for the two of us.”

A warm smile tugged at your lips as you twiddled your fingers in your lap, Turing your head over your shoulder “That’s nice! She probably misses having dinner with you!”

Max didn’t tell you or Steve much about her mom. Often times it consisted of, “she’s busy,” “she’s working,” “she’s tired,” “she’s fine,” or “she said it was ok.”

And Max didn’t really like conversations about her mom to begin with. There was really nothing to discuss other than the fact that she was always working and almost never home. She had grown accustomed to it, accepting that work came first, yet you were still here to suggest she stay over at yours so that she wouldn’t eat dinner alone.

In a lot of ways, you filled the shoes of her mother, but more so in an older sister aspect. She could tell you things about her life without seriously getting in trouble because she never did bad things to begin with. It was just that she didn’t have that close knit relationship with her mom to even discuss little things in life.

It was just that simple.

“It’s fine…she told me she took off this weekend so we’re gonna spend some time together, hopefully decluttering because she’s been avoiding getting rid of a lot of stuff.”

You could all tell that Max wasn’t looking forward to it, but you hoped that her mind would change after spending the weekend to bond with her. Her mother wasn’t the best of all time, nor was she perfect—there were definitely aspects that you and Steve didn’t agree on when it came to the parenting she showed Max, but then again it was a tricky subject to go about because neither of you were Max’s legal guardians.

And on top of that, neither you nor Steve were in her mother’s shoes—facing the loss of a son and having her partner up and leave her. She was the one forced to pick up the pieces and try to do her very best to provide for Max and put a roof over her head.

And maybe she got too caught up in the work and money to realize that what Max needed the most was the support around her. Just to have someone to talk to and confide in so that she could understand that what she was feeling was okay, but needed to get the help to get better.

But it wasn’t too late for her mom to make it up to her, and there was a silent hoping that maybe finally, she and her mom could go back to their old mother-daughter relationship. The one where she could tell her anything and seek her advice when she really needed it.

Steve tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, turning on his blinkers as he made a turn into the trailer park, “Well, I’m sure the two of you guys have a lot of catching up to do…we’ll get back to our regular schedule on Monday alright?”

Max undid her belt, humming out contently. “Yeah, plus, it’ll give me time to really miss you guys, especially Steve’s snoring.”

She let out a laugh as you giggled, shifting in your seat to watch her hug her friends before leaning up to wrap her arms around your shoulders, “Call anytime you want, alright? I’ll make sure to give Ollie plenty of cuddles and kisses while you’re gone.”

She grumbled against you, totally forgetting the cute furball that she was always attached to the hip to when she was at your place, “And give him all the treats in the world! I’m going to smother him with cuddles on Monday!”

“Will do, sweetheart…have fun okay?” You pulled away, tucking a peice of her stray hair behind her ear as you smiled warmly, “I love you!”

“I love you too. See you Monday.”

You closed your eyes lovingly, feel her kiss your cheek before she got out of the car and Steve followed, walking her up to the front door where they would always talk for a bit before they said goodbye.

It was routine and part of you knew that they both needed it.

“Is Max okay?” El asked, watching Max nod her head as Steve spoke to her sincerely.

You shrugged your shoulders lightly, knowing it’d be best to not tell them even if you did know or not, “I think she’s okay,” You reached back, clutching the girls hand warmly, “Steve and Max…they have a special bond together, they’re very similar in a lot of ways.”

“Really?” Will asked, to which you nodded with a tight smile.

“Yeah, I think Steve sees a lot of himself in Max and he wants to protect her from going through things that he went through as well.”

It didn’t take a genius to know that while Steve didn’t play favorites with the kids—Max had always been number one for multiple reasons that the kids didn’t really seem to mind with, anyway.

Looking at Max was like looking at a younger female version of himself. The one who used to be happy without a care in the world, then suddenly pushed into the knowingness that life wasn’t at all what it was when the rose-colored lenses were off.

When Steve was her age, he didn’t have present parents to lean on when it came to his troubles and instead it led him to going down a horrible path. One that was filled with chasing after romantic relationships, hoping it would solve his issues instead of confronting the problems in front of him.

The course of his teenage years revolved around destructive relationships and low self-esteem, despite the rumors of the might king Steve would wasn’t shaken by anything.

He knew Max was smart though, but the slightest probable chance she had of actually following down his pathway wasn’t something he was going to risk and let her do. So yeah, maybe Steve Harrington did play favorites, but with good intentions.

He’d throw himself in front of Max no matter what was ahead if it meant shielding her from all the bad because he wished he had parents or even an older sibling who would do the same for him.

If Billy were still alive, Steve wouldn’t hesitate taking another near death experience at the hands of fists if it meant keeping Max untouched.

Max was always going to have someone to depend on as long as Steve was around.

“Try to enjoy the weekend, alright? And go into with a positive mindset, I know it isn’t easy with what you have going on with your mom…but just try, ok?”

She sighed defeatedly, hoping that Steve would tell her that she could pop in whenever she wanted if the weekend wasn’t going well. But Steve also had a point—going into it with built up resentment and anger wouldn’t do her or her mom any good. If there was any chance at their relationships being repaired, she had to try to go into this a little more optimistic than she was feeling.

Max shook her head to herself, giving Steve a tight hug before she murmured into his chest, “I know, I will…just don’t eat all the bagel bites while I’m gone. You know those are my favorites.”

He chuckled, resting his chin on the top of her head when he hugged her close and nodded, “I won’t. I’ll actually save them all for you so you can spill the beans on Monday over some very delicious bagel bites.”

“Can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m actually looking forward to a Monday.” She laughed, pulling away from him.

“You’ll survive two days. Drop off on Monday morning?” He asked.

She shook her head, looking at her mom’s car, parked in the grass, “Mom is gonna drop me off, but can you pick me up?”

“I’ll be there.” He grinned, patting her arm, “Night bug, love you.”

“G’night Steve, love you too.”

They shared another quick smile; her waving to the car where you three were watching, and shot her a big smile and wave.

She took a deep breath, preparing herself as she turned open the front door, “I’m home, mom!”

Monday came by soon enough, and to Max’s surprise the weekend wasn’t half bad. She and her mom had spent the two days going over boxes and storage bins of things that they hadn’t been able to go through since they moved out of the house on Cherry Lane.

Most of the items were Billy’s. A collection of baseball cards, magazines, knick-knacks from childhood, and clothes. They both knew they had been throwing it all off to go through those things, mostly because their move to the trailer park was sudden.

After Billy’s dad learned of his son’s death, he didn’t hesitate calling off the engagement with her mom and packing only his things and leaving. The only thing they knew was that he was going to sell the house, and they needed somewhere to go quickly.

Forest Hills Trailer Park it was.

They made do with what they had and tried to make the best out of the situation. Trying to make the trailer a home as much as they could, even if it really would never be that way. All of Billy’s belongings had been shoved into one of the storage closets, and there was a silent agreement that neither of them would go through it until they were both ready.

So while a few tears and laughs were shared between mother and daughter, Sunday was the day where they finally said goodbye to most of his things. Max picked a few t-shirts, a binder of baseball cards, and even Billy's signature leather jacket to keep, and the rest of it would be going to the nearest Goodwill where it would find a new home.

Honestly, it was a little overwhelming, all of the boxes reeking of cigarettes and Billy’s smell even after these two years. She was happy that Monday rolled around because it meant getting out of the trailer and not suffocating in the lingering scent of her brother, feeling like he was there, but he wasn’t.

Meanwhile, Mondays were always slow ones at Family Video, especially with the kids back in school. The only customers they’d get were parents returning their kids’ late tapes and middle-aged people coming in to rent the same movies they’d always get.

“You promise you’re going to let me have next week Thursday off?!” Robin nagged from the counter, watching Steve stock the shelves with recently returned tapes.

He folded his hand over his chest, his face dropping annoyingly, “For the millionth time Robs, yes…you’re going to have next week Thursday off.”

This week, however, was a more exciting one for Steve Harrington because he was moving up at Family Video. From store associate to now manager, seeing as though Keith was finally leaving, and he was going to take his spot.

Initially Robin was supposed to get the position, but declined knowing that it was going to be too much work for her to be in charge of creating schedules and dealing with annoying customers who complained about not knowing how to work a VHS in this day and age.

She would much rather stock shelves and appoint all those customers to Steve while she got to giggle and listen in from the back of the store.

“Just making sure! You know how important Vicky is to me, and I don’t want to screw up our anniversary.”

Despite Robin’s insistent nagging over the past few weeks about her very important off day, Steve understood because he remembered his first anniversary with you. More so, the fact that Robin was completely head over heels for this girl and it made him happy seeing his best friend finally get a chance at romantic love after all these years of pining.

He knew it was only a matter of time before things got really serious with her and Vicky, which would probably lead to the point where Steve was in life. Getting ready to move in with you in your apartment and finally get to call it home.

You were the one who had actually asked him to move in, months ago, but he had declined, seeing as though he didn’t quite make enough to help you out with all of the bills and rent that came with living in the apartment. And even though you assured him that you could cover it yourself, he was stern in the fact that he wanted to make enough first so that both of you could give it your all not have to worry so much about money.

So it was safe to say that Steve was ecstatic to get the position of manager and up his salary just enough to cover half of the rent and the utility bills that now the both of you would half on.

“You’re gonna get Thursday off, but I’m gonna need you to close on Friday because Max needs a ride to the skate shop to change the barrings on her board.” He told her, folding up the cardboard box and throwing it off to the side.

She snorted, resting her hands on her knees as she watched Steve walk up to her. “How is she, by the way?”

Robin never explicitly asked Steve about Max’s wellbeing, because it was none of her business. She understood her place as simply someone who was concerned on the sidelines and only hoped that the young girl was doing okay. By the looks of it, Max trusted Steve out of all of the others, and she could understand why.

Because, like you, Robin knew that Steve and Max were very similar.

They’d bottle up their emotions, let it boil over until it was too late.

Resort to self deprecation and act out on emotion.

They were basically long lost twins.

“She’s doing a lot better. Now that school started its keeping her busy, plus she wants to take up skateboarding again, which will be a good hobby for her to have.” He grinned as she smiled back.

“That’s good. Just don’t try to hop on that board because the last time you did, you almost ruined that pretty face of yours.” She smirked, bopping his nose with her fingertip as she spun around and hopped off the counter and towards the computers to check on late returns.

“That was one time!” Steve argued, holding up his finger as she snickered and continued scrolling through the names of people she would have to call later on in the day.

He couldn’t help but shake his head, knowing he definitely wasn’t a great skateboarder, and his job was actually better off cheering Max on and encouraging her as she practiced dips and tricks on her board.

The phone to the store suddenly rang, catching the two’s attention. Robin who was closer to it, didn’t hesitate to pick it up before the second chime had a change to ring.

“Family Video.” She answer plainly, pushing her shoulder up to stabilize the phone against her cheek while she continued to scroll.

Steve rested his elbow on the counter, watching to see if it was another prank call or irritant customer on the other line.

“Can I speak to Steven Harrington? It’s about his sister, Maxine Mayfield…she’s in the principal’s office.”

Her eyes went wide, snapping her head towards Steve and covering the receiver as she whispered sharply, “It’s about Max.”

Second period came along in the school day, just lunch and two more periods to go before she’d finally get to kick back with her favorite pup Ollie and snack on some bagel bites—something she had been craving all weekend.

Mr. Watson’s chemistry class was actually for upperclassmen, but since last school year Max had showed excelling grades and understanding in biology, she was able to move up to a more rigorous science class this year.

The upperclassmen weren’t that intimidating. If anything, they were just taller and older—but other than that, they and Max were all equal. Mr. Watson was one of those take it easy teachers who basically lectured for the first fifteen minutes of class, then allowed the rest of the time for students to independently work on the assignments before class ended.

It was the most enjoyable class in terms of workload since the worksheets were fairly easy, and it was just was a lot of listening and making sure to read the textbook for the answer. That wasn’t hard at all for her because with Kate Bush blaring through her headphones, focusing was pretty simple.

Today, however, there was a shift. She could hear the whispers coming from the table behind her, a group of boys who were juniors and even one sporting a letterman jacket: a jock. But she didn’t pay it any mind, assuming they were just helping each other on today’s assignment.

“Psst…Maxine,”

Nevermind.

She ignored them, scribbling her pencil a little firmer, enough for the lead to chalk up against the paper as she wrote vigorously.

“Maxineeeee, I know you can hear us! That shit you’re listening to can’t sound as good as us.”

God they were disgusting.

“Just ignore them and keep working, they’ll stop once you show them you’re not giving in” is what Max was saying to herself in her mind.

“Maxine—”

“What the hell do you guys want?”

She couldn’t take it anymore. Yanking her headphones off and slamming the pencil on to the desk, catching the attention of everyone in the classroom. She stood out of her seat, facing the group of childish boys sitting behind her.

The groups boys, cackling to themselves like maniacs while Max glared sharply, moving her head side to side as a way to get them to tell her what they so badly needed to say.

The one with the lettermen leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, “Feisty. You must get that from Billy, right? Or did he give it to you when he burned alive in that fire?”

Her whole world stopped.

She could hear her own heartbeat and blood rushing to her ears despite the boy’s undying laughter. It was sick and twisted. Those words that were spat out as a joke, which clearly wasn’t taken as one by her. At any moment, she felt like she could throw herself at him, punching away at his face and showing him how really tough she was.

But that wasn’t Max.

“Miss. Mayfield….Miss. Mayfield….Miss….”

Her breathing started to quicken as she could hear Mr. Watson calling out her name from the front of the class. Eyes clouding over with salt, the shouting of her name and the laughter got louder. Looking around the room, it seemed the faces of her classmates resembled ones that mocked her, laughing in her face and pointing at her like a mockery.

That was all she remembered.

Steve was glad that the high school was so close to Family Video, but even then it seemed like time wasn’t on his side. Red lights stalled him. Slow walkers were abnormally slower than usual. Cars wouldn’t yield to him.

Each passing second feeling like an eternity to get to her.

All he could remember when Robin had passed him the phone was being told, Max collapsed. She hit her head. And she’s in the principal’s office.Those three statements echoing in his head as he jerked his car into the nearest parking spot and sprinted towards the front office.

The office ladies probably thinking he was a madman, disregarding their pleas for him to sign in on the clip board, but all he could focus on was reaching the principals office.

Max’s back faced him. Her hair pulled up into a makeshift ponytail with one hand clutching an ice back to the back of her head and the other clenched with a tissue in it.

Steve hurried over, dropping to his knees beside her chair, his face covered with concern and worry while the questions urgently left his mouth.

“Max…are you okay? What hurts? Do we need to go to the hospital?” He was peering at her head, trying to see if there was any trace of blood or a cut.

Thankfully, there were no visible injuries.

When she turned to face to him, tear streaks stained her cheeks, and her eyes were swollen from the crying she had doing for god knows how long now. Her quivering jaw struggled to form cohered sentences admits her sobs.

The only thing he could make out was, “I—I can’t.”

She couldn’t bring herself to tell him what happened, at least not right now in the presence of the boy who caused this pain. Not to mention how humiliating it was for her to listen to his parents and himself down play the situation so much so that she started to feel bad about herself even when she shouldn’t.

Steve noticed through her cries, her eyes briefly shifting away from him, directing a glance towards the parents of the boys who was seated on the opposite side of the room. He sat smugly in a char while his parents stood protectively by his side, their faces wearing entitlement as they didn’t carry any remorse for the crying girl.

That’s when he knew something was up.

Shuffling back to his feet, yet maintaining a close proximity to max, he looked towards the principal. “What the hell is going on?”

Steve was all business. Hands on hips, stern look on face, firm voice calling out to the principal who stood from behind his desk and gestured his hands in the air towards Max then the other boy.

“It seems as though Max and Chad got into a scuffle during chemistry.” He explained, but that wasn’t enough for Steve.

“A scuffle?” Steve repeated, his voice strained with disbelief, prompting the principal to nod in confirmation.

Steve glared unconvincingly pointing a finger at Max while holding his gaze, “You’re telling me that a sixteen-year-old girl got into a scuffle with a boy, yet she’s the only one with injuries?”

The boy, Chad, had cut in, “Oh, I didn’t do that to her…she did that to herself.”

Just hearing that whiny, teenage boy voice ticked him off, not even trying to hide the irritated sigh that left his mouth as he turned towards him.

“Really? So she just decided to collapse for no reason and then blame you?”

The man in a suit, presumably the boy’s father, stepped forward in a demanding demeanor, “Watch how you speak to my son…who even are you?”

“Her brother.”

“My brother.”

Steve and Max both answered simultaneously, surprising even themselves by not even hesitating the relationship they had to one another. Though both of them didn’t act surprised, at least not on the outside, as Steve maintained his hard gaze and Max diverted her eyes to her lap.

“Brother? Didn’t he die—”

The front door to the office squeaked open, but still Steve caught the boy’s remark, prompting a whimper from Max whose shoulders heaved slightly as another set of strained sobs left her. It was evident to Steve that now he knew what this was all about.

“Max, I’ve got you a fresh ice pack and a bottle of water.”

Miss. Lawrence had stumbled in unwittingly at the wrong moment, right before Steve was about to go all in, but he knew this was the only opportunity to get Max out of the situation before she heard anything he was going to say.

“You are?” He asked calmly, turning his attention to the woman who approached Max.

She looked up through her glasses, cracking open a water bottle and passing it to Max. Extending her hand for a shake, she introduced herself with a weary smile, “Miss. Lawrence, Max’s counsellor.”

Steve nodded, jaw clenching as he shook her hand and jutted his chin to the door she just had come through,

“Could you do me a favor and get my sister out of here? I just need some time alone with the principal and Chad’s family.”

She stared at him for a moment, contemplating if it was the right decision considering that Steve was seething, on the verge of letting out all his anger towards the situation. Knowing that he was an upset and concerned guardian who was not going to back down, she nodded placing a gentle hand on Max’s shoulder, helping her up from the seat.

As Max got up, she reached for Steve’s wrist, wrapping her trembling fingers around it, and looking up at him through her tear-soaked lashes.

“T—They’re not going to do anything, Steve….it’s no use—“

Max had already looked defeated, like she accepted the fact that nothing was going to change the mind of the principal on where he stood regarding this situation. But Steve wasn’t going to let that happen—he was going to fight for her the way someone should have fought for him.

He shook his head, brushing some of her hair out of her face before speaking gently, “Go, Max. I’ve got this.”

She sniffled, closing her eyes tightly as she nodded, and followed her counselor out of the office and into the nearby waiting room, away from what was going to be an undoubtedly heated confrontation.

Once the door clicked closed, Steve didn’t hesitate on advancing towards the desk, speaking sharply with each step he took, “What are you going to do?”

The principal raise an eyebrow, pretending to be perplexed as if Steve was not addressing him in full. But unfazed, Steve repeated himself, emphasizing his seriousness with his palms slapping down onto the wood.

“What are you going to do to make sure my sister doesn’t have to deal with him again?”

Annoyingly, the boy’s mother crept closer, mockingly slamming her palm beside his, glaring at Steve as she spoke, “Sir, just cut to the chase and tell this man what you told us, that his sister started it. Plain and simple.”

Steve was silently thanking all the gods that you weren’t here beside him right now because if you were, this lady would have received an instant face-to-desk introduction. Unlike Steve, you were the one with a quick tongue ready to lash out on any and everybody when it came to protecting someone you loved—he knew if you were here, it would be no different.

Where Steve’s eyes had drifted, towards the desk where he imagined you’d slam that mother’s face, he couldn’t miss the bright yellow papers that were familiar to him back from his high school days. The form was mandatory for students to fill out when any student came to the principal office for incidents like these.

“Let me see the reports.” Steve demand, pointing at it in plain sight before the principal would try to hide them away or make excuse for not having them.

Picking them up, he passed them to Steve who read them intently. Chad’s report consisted of two whole sentences regarding the situation, shifting all the blame onto Max, blaming, “She got angry at a joke then fell and hit her head.”

Meanwhile, every line of Max’s form were filled, even in the margins, meticulously detailed the entire incident from start to finish, with remnants of her tear drops staining the paper. It included her attempts to ignore Chad and the group of boys who had been relentlessly antagonizing her.

The only thing that Max did was finally snap, asking what they wanted before having a cruel insult about Billy thrown at her, and that’s all she could remember before she woke up on the ground with her teacher and the students surrounding her.

It made him physically sick and it took every ounce of his composure not to grab the boy by his collar and start beating the shit out of him for what he and the rest of the boys did.

He swallowed thickly, lips pressed tight, sliding the papers over the desk, “You told them that Max started this?”

Silence filled the tiny office and it was enough to speak volumes to him that this person in authority was protecting a boy who was capable of something so harrowing.

Steve pointed to the forms again, his voice sharp as he spoke, “What I’m understanding is, you didn’t read Max’s report…or if you did, you didn’t believe her, and you didn’t even call in any witnesses to confirm that my sister is lying.”

He squinted pointedly, looking Chad then back to the principal, “Yet you read his sad excuse of two sentences and you believed that?”

Silence again, and all Steve wanted to do was to shout…to scream at someone to fucking explain how this could happen and how no one was batting an eye to how insanely unfair and unethical this entire situation was.

Finally after a few uncomfortable seconds, the boy’s father cleared his throat, attempting to break off the tension with a laugh, even going as far to pat Steve’s shoulder which he slapped away.

“My son was obvious joking, not the best joke, but let’s not make a big deal outta this—”

Steve snapped, thrusting an aggressive finger in the mans face, “Damn right I’m making this a big deal! My sister isn’t going to tolerate this crap from anyone, you hear me?”

“Mr. Harrington, your language, please.” The principal interjected.

Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes as he turned back to the now talkative excuse of a principal, “You didn’t give a shit when that boy made that comment to Max. Why should I care about mine? Actually…”

Steve couldn’t hold back any longer, locking eyes with both of the parents and glaring, “why don’t you worry about your sons language? It’s clear he doesn’t have any empathy, but I guess you both taught him that, right?”

No one dared to speak, no matter how insulted the parents were because it was the truth. If they did speak it would only put them deeper within the crossfire of Steve’s relentless insults that straddled the line between honesty and harsh realities.

“And you,” He pointed at the boy, stalking up close to him, seeing as though he was wearing a varsity jacket, “You’re on the basketball team right?”

Chad gulped, nodding hesitantly, “Y-yeah.”

Steve made dismissive noise, clicking his tongue, “So you know that being on the team means you can’t rack more than three referrals because then you’ll get kick, right?”

Steve still remembers the rules from his high school experience, and though it had been some time, these were the type of rules that never changed.

“Y-yeah.”

Kissing his teeth in frustration, he walked back over to the desk, jabbing his fingers on the wood.

“I know for a goddamn fact that my sister’s file is clean! Not one single referral in her life,” turning to the boys parents he creased his forehead, “you can check if you want.”

His mother looked away dismissively because deep down she probably knew that her son was a monster who would hurt girls like Max. The father scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest in defensive because he probably knew too, that Max wouldn’t lie about their sorry excuse of a son.

“I want you to open up his file and tell me how many referrals he has. And you and I both know that this number isn’t a shock so think twice about lying to me because I know the police chief wouldn’t mind investigating this and really making it a big deal.”

Steve was not fucking around one bit, not even bothering to look at the principal to make sure he wasn’t lying about the number. He kept his eyes on the parents, whose eyes peeks at the principal opening up the file drawer and instantly finding their son’s files. Chad who still sat in the chair, wasn’t looking so smug now, shifting around uncomfortably because he knew what was coming.

“Six,” the principal admitted, closing the folder and taking a deep breath knowing that Steve wasn’t going to let this off.

Steve nodded, tightly smiling as the parent’s face fell, probably trying to act surprised when it really should be a look of embarrassment and shame.

“So what this means is that Chad over here, is going to get kicked off the team, he and the rest of the boys going to get removed from all the classes that they have with my sister, and I want them suspended.”

This wasn’t a negotiable for him and was not going to leave this office until things would start to happen, “You better get writing because I’ll get the superintendent—the whole fucking department of education down here if I find out you let him and the rest of the boys off. You got that?”

The principal gulped, reaching already for a pen to start writing the suspension notes before Steve could double down on his promising threats.

Steve mostly nodded his head to himself, content with knowing that the boys would pay for what they did to Max and they definitely weren’t going to do it again if they wanted a repeat of today.

“Don’t mess with me.” Steve muttered, forcefully bumping into Chad’s father’s shoulder as he brushed past him towards the exit.

“…and don’t you dare talk, let alone look at her ever again. Clear?” His voice carrying threats, glancing at Chad who swallowed thickly.

“Crystal.”

Walking out of there, Steve couldn’t feel any sense of victory even if he had gotten the situation handled in a way that he saw fit. He just couldn’t feel good about himself when Max was crying in the arms of her counsler, furthering shattering any sense of triumph he would have felt.

“Hey, it’s okay…I’m right here, Max.” He whispered as he approached her.

Hearing his voting she untangled herself from the embrace, seeking solace in Steve by aligning to him and burying her tear stained face into his shoulder.

“Shhh, it’s okay. They’re dealt with. It’s handled ok?” He took on the softest tone he had yet, being as gentle and soothing as possible letting the anger he had felt dissipate knowing that he had to be here for Max.

He placed a comforting hand on the back of her head as she cried, his fingers lightly searching for a bump on her head from when she collapsed, but thankfully like in the office, he didn’t see nor feel any injury.

Miss. Lawrence rose from her seat, giving Max’s shoulder a warm touch and offering Steve a sympathetic look a she explained herself, “I was the one you spoke to over the phone. I couldn’t reach her mom or your wife, but I’m glad that you were able to come down.”

His wife?

You and him weren’t married and it seemed so weird that she had brought it up like that, but right now wasn’t the time to question how the school even got his number or yours to begin with. What he needed to do was get Max out of here for the rest of the day because keeping her here would only make things worse.

“Y-yeah, no problem…I’m gonna pull Max out for the rest of the day.” Steve replied, still holding Max tightly while he sobs slowly subsided to uneven sniffles.

The woman nodded, gesturing towards the front desk, “I can get that sorted out for you guys. It’ll be an excused absence, so she doesn’t need to worry about the missing assignments.”

Steve smiled tight lipped, squeezing Max by the shoulders and pulling her away from him slightly, “C’mon bug, let’s go.”

Max took a minute, covering her face with her hands as she tried to wipe away the tears as much as she could and get herself together. He guided her up to stand, picking up her backpack and slinging a gentle arm over her shoulder, keeping her close to him.

“Bye Max, feel better and don’t forget you can come see me whenever you come back.” Miss. Lawrence called out softly as Max nodded, trying to flash her the sincerest smile despite her sad features.

With class still in session, the halls were empty giving her a twinge of relief knowing that no one would see her walking out of school this distraught. She could spot Steve’s car a mile away, messily and crookedly parked in the stall that strictly was reserved for staff, but he obviously didn’t care for the signpost.

Steve unlocked the car, walking the two of them to the passenger side where he let her get in, even opening the glove compartment to give her some napkins to soak her tears.

He sat in the drivers seat, watching her intently as she dabbed the tissues beneath her eyes, capturing the still forming tears in her orbs. She was really still so shaken up from the situation and he couldn’t blame her because if he was in her shoes, he’d feel the exact same.

“You’re not gonna have to deal with them anymore okay? I promise.” Steve assured her, his voice genuine and sincere.

“I know.” She croaked, voice strained but still filled with trust knowing that Steve had meant every word he said.

Max couldn’t fathom how he managed to handle the situaiton without getting physical, but right now she didn’t want to ask. All she cared about was that the did it for her and that she wouldn’t need to worry much longer.

She looked over at him, seeing his face still tense and washed over with worry. She didn’t even notice the green vest that Steve was still wearing, realizing that he had come from work to be here for her.

“Y-you can drop me off home, if you have to go back to work.” She told him, buckling in and still trying to regain her composure after all the crying.

Steve shook his head, following her lead, “Robin said she could cover for me the rest of the day. I could drop you off if you want, or we can go get lunch, or maybe go to the skate shop now. Wherever you want.”

Her throat tightened, her eyes meeting his, “Can we go to Billy’s grave?”

“Sure.” Steve replied without a moments hesitation, evidently understanding that she wanted to go there for a reason.

The last time that Steve had been to the cemetery was for Billy’s funeral. It was an intimate occasion, only a select few people had been invited, meaning basically Max’s entire friend group and her mom. Billy’s dad couldn’t bring himself to come that day.

He was unsure if Max had come to visit Billy on her own time, but seeing as though it was quite a ways from the trailer park, and she hadn’t ever ask for a ride here before, he assumed that this was both of their first times being back here since last summer.

Of all the places, he just wondered why here and why now? But he knew he had to understand where she was coming from because despite all the options he had laid out on the table, she had dismissed them and made it her choice to be here.

Steve trailed behind, watching as Max approached the grave stone, her fingers tracing the etched letters of his name. She sat down before it, her gazed fixed upon the headstone unclear if she wanted to say everything outlaid or keep it buried.

“Are you okay?” Steve took a seat beside her, his brows furrowing trying to comprehend how she was feeling in the moment.

She shrugged with a mix of frustration and sadness, “It just would make sense that this w-would happen…every time I start to feel happy, everything just comes crashing down—a-and it all leads back to Billy.”

Sure Steve wasn’t the brightest when it came to emotions but he wanted to see the bigger picture and understand, “You mean what happened today?”

“Yeah!” She exclaimed weakly, looking up at the sky, “It’s like, ever since school started, I’ve actually been feeling a lot happier you know?” She looked at him, tears welling again.

“I finally started hanging out with my friends again. I made up with Lucas. My mom actually called out of work for the first time in forever. All of these good things start happening, b—but I can’t help feeling like I don’t deserve it.”

The world was a cruel place, and Hawkins was an exceptionally cruel town, one that was literally cursed in the most horrific way possible. Max lived in the constant state of what felt like haunting where every corner she turned to there was a fear of the past coming back, seeking to take her under.

In today’s case, it was the guilt of feeling like she wasn’t destined for any type of happiness after what she had been through and what Billy had put the others around her through. Maybe Billy dying was the curse haunting her because she felt responsible for every bad thing he had ever done and there was no way for her to shake that feeling off.

What if Chad had been bullied by Billy long ago and maybe this was him getting back after the torment?

She should’ve just sucked it up and not be so affected by his words.

Now she was gong to need to take all the shots that were supposed to be fired at Billy for the rest of her life. She was going to be the punching bag for all of the hurt that he caused. Maybe this was her destiny—to just take all the pain that Billy caused and fix it.

Her thoughts were screaming at her and it was like she could hear Billy in the distance shouting loudly. Fury and anguish sparked within her, her fists clenching tightly as they barreled into the grass beneath her with forceful strikes.

“I should hate you! I should hate you because you made me like this…you made me feel this way. L—like I owe everybody, but I don’t know how…”

Her fists impaled the stiff earth while the desperation and longing to hurt the remnants of her brother six feet under heightened. She wanted to hurt him like he had hurt her—to make him feel her pain for once.

“Hey, stop that…c’mon Max, don’t do that.” Steve pleaded, urgently reaching out to grab her hands, coaxing her to cease the self destructive assault that would only cause her further harm.

She sobbed bitterly, body trembling as she wrangled around, trying to get her fists out of her hold so she could keep going.

“Why—how can you guys even look at me knowing that I’m related to this monster? Shouldn’t you guys just let me be miserable? I deserve it after everything he put you guys through.”

There was a firmness to his hold on her, shaking her hands gently.

“You’re not thinking straight.” He said sternly, getting her to finally look up at him. “You don’t deserve any of this because of what Billy did. You’re not Billy.”

She shook her head with a trembling whisper, “N—no, I was a horrible sister to him. I could’ve changed him. I-I could’ve made him better, but instead…I just let him—”

“You were a child, Max, and you still are,” His voice was loud, but not in an angry tone, just one full of unwavering conviction letting her know this was true, “You aren’t responsible for who he turned out to be and what he did. You can’t beat yourself up over that. He’s gone. He won’t be able to hurt you anymore…or any of us.

Max struggled to accept it, still consumed by tears and sorrow.

“Listen to me, Max,” Steve urged, letting his hands loosen from her wrist, yet not letting go, “you were the best sister you could be for him. You did the best you could. When he was dying, what did you do?” He asked, watching her cry.

He knew she wouldn’t be able to say, but he knew the answer.

His finger tips finally let up on her, going to touch the gravestone, showing her that this was not her fault.

“You asked him to stay alive. You told him that you loved him. You did everything that you could. His death wasn’t your fault and it never will be.”

She needed to hear it to truly believe it.

Steve grasped her shoulders, making her look at him through the cloudiness behind her eyes.

“You might not feel like you were the best sister to him, and I can’t change your mind about that, but I can tell you right here, right now, that you’re the best little sister I’ll ever have. In my eyes, you're the best sister there is. I’m not Billy. B—but it means something, yeah?”

Max cried harder, tugging on Steve’s heartstrings, finally breaking his strong exterior as tears escaped his own eyes. He couldn’t help but hold her face, fingers trembling while he brushed the tears away and felt her sobs against his skin.

“Whatever Billy did in the past is his burden to bare, not yours. He made his bed and now he’s lying in it…but you, you don’t have to lie in his, you don’t have to protect him. You need to take care of yourself and realize that people really do care about you. I care. I will do whatever it takes until you realize that, Max, because I love you.”

That was it. Now she believed it.

She flung her arms around his neck, clinging to him tightly, sobbing into his neck, muffled yet still able to hear, “You’re the best brother I’ll ever have.”

Holding each other and crying in front of Billy’s grave wasn’t how either of them had expected to spend their Monday afternoon, but alas, making the best out of a bad deal was better than just sulking all day.

Steve would have held her there all day if it meant that she would finally grasp the truth—that she wasn’t obligated to carrying the weight of someone else’s mistakes on her shoulder. Max was too young and good for they should to should that kind of pain and responsibly. He wished he could shield her from this feeling and those alike, giving her the childhood that she deserved, but he knew that wasn’t reality.

In the real world, bad things happen to even the purest of people, and Max had been apart of that unfortunate bunch. Reality meant sitting here and talking her though it. Helping her realize that thee burdensome emotions were valid considering her situation but she wasn’t going to go through it alone.

It was time that Max had laid it all out to rest. To leave it here with Billy where it belonged.

Opening the front door to your apartment, you didn’t expect the scene before you at all.

Max laid sprawled out on the couch, her body slipped and drained. Ollie, her ever loyal companion, nestled beside her, with the both of them tucked under her favorite blanket that you owned. Steve was sitting in the arm chair with a cup of coffee in his mug when he flickered his gaze from the muted television to you in the doorway.

His voice was hushed as he approached you,“Hey,” through the dimmed living room, you could only see the concern etched across his face when he settled right in front of you.

You raised a brow, flickering a concerned gaze towards Max and keeping a quiet voice, “What happened?”

Steve sighed heavily, taking your hand and walking the two of you into the kitchen for more privacy not wanting to wake Max who really needed to sleep after a long day. Your mind was racing with questions and the worry in Steve’s eyes when he settled against the counters let you knew that something had gone wrong.

“She had a tough day at school. An incident with some bullies. The school called me and I went over there and got it all worked out.” Steve explained, his voice heavy and broken.

Shock coursed through your veins, instinctively reaching for his hands to clasp together tightly, “Bullies? What the hell did they do to her?”

Steve grip remained soft, rubbing his thumbs against your skin, “They said some not so kind things, but she wants to tell your herself and it’s important it comes from here because it’s a lot.”

You wanted to cry right then and there. From the look on Steve’s face alone you could tell he had been crying and it was only going to make your heart shatter even more when Max woke up and you saw her. Your heart ached at the thought of Max having to go through this after how far she had come already.

Steve could tell you were on the verge of tears, leaning his face forward to brush his lips against yours in a tender kiss, silently reassuring you that things were going to be okay.

“It’s gonna be okay, she’ll tell you.”

Time seemed to stretch as you waited for Max to wake up, every passing minute feeling like an eternity. You attempted to distract yourself with studying, but your mind was consumed by worry, entangled in a web of worst-case scenarios. You knew that patience was the only way forward, that Max's voice deserved to be heard, no matter how agonizing the wait.

But it wasn’t long after three in the afternoon that Max finally fluttered her eyes open, stretching her arms out wide as she began to wake up. Her eyes felt swollen but that was a given, yet she could see you sitting on the floor beside her, mustering a gentle smile.

“Hey, bug…” You greeted, brushing a strain of hair from her face, “feeling better?”

Max nodded, leaning closer into you touch knowing that it was only seconds before she would be crying in your arms. The heartache was palpable and the weight of the unspoken conversation lingered in the air, but you spoke out, giving her the reassurance.

“You can tell me whenever you’re ready to talk, okay?”

She took a deep breath finally sitting up and catching the encouraging nod that Steve gave to her. In this moment she knew she had to come clean because you weren’t going to judge her. Like Steve, you were going to be there and comfort her when she needed you the most.

She had to lay it to rest.

“I’m ready to talk.”

a/n: did i make you cry???? IM SORRY IF I DID! whew! well im back with chapter two of this series and im so sorry it has taken me this long, but i hope you enjoyed this part! i wanted to depict the guilt that max must face when it come to billy death, but also for his past actions and the steps shes taking to move on. let me know what you think!! also, aren't steve and max literally the softest chosen family siblings out there?? ugh, steve would be the best big brother to her--i hope she survives in s5!!

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tainted-by-skeletons · 9 months ago

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Age regression in Underswap! (Final Part)

The next morning I woke up to find that Sans and Papyrus were both gone early for sentry duty. I checked the time to see if I had slept in later than usual but I didn't. It was odd for Papyrus to be at work on time. Usually he had to be dragged out of bed an hour after his shift was meant to start. I took the opportunity to sneak out again. I hated being cooped up inside. So I got dressed for the warm day and headed for the forest in Sunnedout. Sans and Papyrus did their sentry work there, but I knew how to avoid them. Well, I knew how to avoid Papyrus. Sans doesn't care if I'm outside when I'm not supposed to be. He understands what it's like to get antsy when you're inside all day.

“Hey! Human!”

As I made my way through Sunnedout, I ran across some of the canine unit. The guard dogs that worked for the queen stationed in Sunnedout. One dog had really roughed up looking ears, and the other was one of those giant fluffy white dogs wearing big armor.

“Ummm. Me?”

Letting them confirm I was human was my first mistake.

“Yeah. You. You've met our queen. Right? If you haven't, we really ought to take you to her. It's important.”

“Nooo… no thanks.”

I tried to back away, but I only took a few steps before my back foot stepped in something wet. I was next to a small pond. The shock of the wet feeling and the fear affected me more than I expected. I felt like I couldn't breathe.

“Awww you sure? Well. If you don't wanna go yet we'd be happy to entertain you for a while.”

“No. I don't want to…” I barely whispered.

“Come on, have some fun with us.”

“You want fun? Go fetch!”

A long white thing hit the dog guard in the side of the head.

“Aaaaggh! What the hell?!”

It was Papyrus, somehow he had seen me and he snuck up while the dogs and I were talking. I stumbled back more and fell into the pond. Instantly half my body became covered in mud.

“Get outta here. This is our territory.” Papyrus said.

“Fine! Just wait until Alphys hears about this.”

“Yeah. Whatever.”

The dogs turned around and walked away. I reached up my hand, hoping Papyrus would pull me up so I wouldn't have to sink my hands into the mud. But he didn't turn to me.

“Why do you think I told you to stay inside.” He said harshly.

I pushed my hands into the mud to pick myself up, but I went too fast and my right palm was pierced by something.

“Aah!”

Finally Papyrus turned around. I lifted my hands from the mud and pressed a dirty thumb over the wound in my other hand. Tears started to form in my eyes. The pain, uncomfortableness, and embarrassment hit me all at once. I started sobbing.

“Uh- H-hey. You don't have to-”

I covered my face with my hands. Not wanting him to watch me cry. I gained a big brown hand print on my face before I realized there was still mud on my hands.

“Ohh hey. Come here.”

The tall skeleton stepped into the mud and lifted me up by under my arms as if I was a little kid. He wrapped my legs around his waist and put an arm under my butt so I wouldn't fall. I gasped a little. I was sure I would slip into little space if I didn't get my emotions in check. But being carried somewhere in someone's arms like that made it hard for me to remember how to be an adult again.

“I'm… sorry. I guess you don't like being cooped up much. Do ya always come out to the forest to watch us at work?” Papyrus asked me in a soft tone I didn't recognize.

“Mnn- *sniff* hmm.”

“Alriiight. Alright. Let's get you home. Okay?”

I gripped Papyrus’ orange sweater as my emotions overflowed. I cried off and on into the soft fabric during most of the way back to the house. Papyrus didn't make any comments about it. He almost seemed like he thought it was normal.

“Hold on tight okay?”

Papyrus let go of me with one hand so he could open the door. He went through and closed it behind him quietly before heading to the stairs. I wasn't particularly light, so I was surprised he didn't seem tired carrying me up the stairs. Finally, he reached the bathroom and he set me down on his blue fluffy rug. I sank my hands into the soft wooly coils but was disappointed to find I couldn't feel them through the mud. I looked up to Papyrus with a pouty expression. He was already testing the water temperature.

“Oh. Do you not like baths? I'm sorry but Sans is gonna have a fit if he sees mud. I honestly don't like the idea of you running around getting mud everywhere either.”

I already knew the skeleton brothers didn't have any genitalia, and therefore didn't understand or care about nudity. But I never would have thought one of them would try to undress me. Not that I even cared. Getting help undressing for a bath seemed normal at that moment.

“Hmmm. I don't like the idea of leaving you alone… I'll wash these later.” Papyrus said to himself as he set the clothes aside.

The noise of the bath faucet spraying water into the open drain was loud, but such a familiar and nostalgic sound. I crawled up in curiosity and felt the temperature with my finger. It was quite cold.

“Mmnnnn!” I whined.

“I don't really “feel” like you kiddo. I'm all bones. Why don't you help me?”

Papyrus coached me through the hot and cold settings until I figured out how to get the water to an acceptable temperature. Then he picked me up under my arms again and set me in the bath. The tingly feeling of the strong water stream on my toes made me giggle.

“Aah. So ya do like baths. Good.”

Papyrus gently grabbed my hands and guided them to the water. I flexed my fingers uncomfortably as the stream pushed against them. But I was happy to watch the mud wash away. While I was distracted, Papyrus grabbed a large cup and a towel, and brought it over to the water. I scooted back to let him fill the cup with water, so he could pour it over my legs while he rubbed the mud off them. Then, he wet the washcloth and gently scrubbed the mud off my face. I almost became convinced that he was going to be entirely sweet and caring before he gently grabbed my foot… and then held it firm under the stream of hot water.

“Eeeeee! Ahahaha! Eeeeee!”

I kicked and giggled and wiggled around but the tall skeleton was surprisingly strong. He beamed as he watched my tortured fumbling. When I almost kicked the spout he finally let go.

“Careful kiddo. Those are sharp. I don't want you to get hurt.”

I pouted and turned my back to him.

“Aaah. What a little brat ya are.”

Papyrus filled the cup again and started washing the mud out of the tips of my hair. The process took a while and I started to shiver from the water droplets cooling my skin.

“Hey. What's wrong? Ah. You're cold huh?”

I nodded and gave him yet another pouty face.

“Okay. Okay. I'll be done.”

Papyrus turned off the water and grabbed a big yellow towel. It was a beach towel, so it wasn't all that good for drying, but he was able to wrap me in it warmly. This time, he carried me princess style to his room. His room was warm, and the darkness of the space made me feel more comfortable. Papyrus set me on his bed and went to his dresser to get me some boxers and one of his hoodies.

“It won't fit super well but at least it will stay on ya and keep you warm.”

I made grabby hands for the hoodie. That made the skeleton chuckle lightly and hand it to me. It took me a minute to figure out how to put it on by myself. Watching my struggle, it seemed like that's why Papyrus decided to help me into his boxers.

“You have a pacifier in Sans' room. Right Kiddo?”

I nodded.

“Okay. I'll get it for you.”

A while later, Papyrus came back with my pacifier. I yawned and made grabby hands for my paci.

“Hmhm~ Sleepy?”

I nodded again as I took the pacifier out of his outstretched hands.

“I've got something for that.”

Papyrus went away again, and came back with a children's book with a bunny on the cover. He held up the blanket for us both to crawl under. Then he settled in next to me.

“Ready?”

I nodded and leaned on Papyrus’ shoulder so I could look at the pictures.

“Peek-a-boo with Fluffy Bunny.”

#undertale #fanfiction #x reader #agere little #papyrus x reader #swap papyrus #swap sans #underswap #undertale au #little space

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eternumb · 1 year ago

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one off story time:

Divine love

You and your best friend are hanging out as usual and your friend brings up the “avatar selection day” coming up

Y/N: what’s that all about again

Friend: basically someone will be chosen to inherit an ancient god’s power or something, everyone’s freaking over it wondering who’ll win

Y/N: lol, could you imagine tho, being a god, that be crazy

Friend: also stupid i mean, what good would come from it

Y/N: you’re just saying that cuz you’d be heart broken i’d be too busy getting worshipped to hang out with you.

Friend: yeah right, like anyone would ever.

Y/N: anywho it’s getting late, i should be heading home, I’ll talk with ya tomorrow.

You and your friend head your separate ways for the day as you head back to your apartment. You open your door and are ready to go to sleep, until you look at your computer and see you have an assignment you have to finish. You’re upset at this but still do it nonetheless.

As you finish and submit the assignment it’s 11:55, you feel exhausted and don’t even bother showering and just plop into bed, hoping for at least 6 hours of sleep. You can feel each minute passing by

11:56

11:57

11:58

11:59

As soon as the clock strikes 12:00, you open your eyes. You don’t know how, you don’t know why, all you know is you’re awake and full of energy. You look around your room confused at this. You at your feet and see them at the foot of your bed, this wouldn’t be a problem normally, except for the fact you’re standing still, and your feet are now moving past the foot of your bed.

After finally realizing either everything’s shrinking or your growing, you rush out of bed and try to get out of the apartment. After squeezing and breaking the door frame, you’re out of the apartment.

You look back to see yourself still growing in comparison too your apartment. You can feel your clothes tearing apart and begin to cover your body. You think for a moment how you wish that you had clothes that fit you perfectly. Right as you finish your though, your torn clothes begin to shine and next thing you know, you’re wearing new clothes. Casual pants, a black tee, and a fancy little vest.

Your body finally stops growing after reaching the third story of your apartment. You’re extremely confused as to what on earth is happening. Then you remember the whole avatar selection thing. You’re freaking out wondering if you were actually selected. You decide to go to your friend to see what to do.

You begin running across town to get to the suburbs where your friend lives. As you begin to run, more and more people begin to notice and take pictures, you already figure the world will notice by the morning so you hurry.

After finally reaching the suburb, you jump over some houses to reach your friend asap. After finding his house you bend down to try and see if they’re awake. You don’t see any movements and as such try to wake them up without waking anyone else up.

Y/N: hello, hey, wake up, please.

You look over to see your friend’s mom awake staring you dead in your eye with shock.

Y/N: oh, heeeeyyyyy, ummm… can you uhh… wake them up please? We kinda need to talk, it’s an emergency.

Friend mom: oh, uhhh, sure, just uhhhh, give me one moment to kind of… take… this… all in.

Y/N: oh yeah, sure, take your time.

You wait a moment before hearing your friend’s mom wake them up. They open the window and are looking at you star struck more then anything.

Friend: how did…

Y/N: I-I-I don’t know, I was doing an assignment, was ready to go sleep, and not 5 minutes later, i’m up, full of energy, and I’m growing to the size of a 3 story building.

Friend: do you have any idea what could’ve caused… this?

Y/N: soooo, remember what we were talking about earlier today? The uhhh, avatar selection thingy?

Friend: yeah, what about… oh. Ohhh. OHHHH. A-are you sure it’s that?

Y/N: you got any other ideas on how THIS could’ve happened?

Friend: ummm… not really. So, what do we do?

Y/N: to be honest, i was kinda hoping you’d know what to do. I mean, I can’t just, stay outside 24/7 i’ll draw attention to the entire world.

Friend: yeah ummm… okay, hang on one second.

Your friend closes their window. You wait outside for a while and see more and more people notice you and even begin to take pictures. Not long after you see the news station pulling van pulling up to you.

Luckily right before anyone can get out of the van, your friend comes out dressed.

Friend: okay, pick me up

You gently pick your friend up with your hand and bring them close to you.

Friend: there should be a temple somewhere in the forest south of town, let’s go there and see if we can figure something out.

Y/N: okay, i’d say hold on tight, but i’m holding on to you, so let me know if i need to slow down.

As you stand up, you book it to the south of the city. You jump over houses and cars. Doing your best to not cause too much damage. You manage to make it to the forest without causing too much to the city.

Y/N: okay i think we’re good now, so i’ll take it slow

Friend: yeah… uhh… okay… sure… oh my god my heart’s racing from that

Y/N: oh god, sorry, do you need anything.

Friend: nah i�� i’m good thanks.

Y/N: okay, i’ll keep going.

You walk through the forest and see the temple your friend was talking about. You both notice the large crowd of people waiting by the door entrance, with multiple people trying to push the door open with all of them failing

Y/N: how much you wanna bet one of them will say it’s their temple?

Friend: nothing, cuz they will

As you walk up multiple people try to stop you saying you aren’t allowed until they look and see you standing 3 stories tall, only to let you pass.

You place your friend down as you attempt to open the door, you barely force your hands onto the door and it begin to slowly open. You keep it up as it begins to fully open. As you keep opening the door, you hear a helicopter behind you and realize it’s the news and police.

Y/N: THE COPS ARE HERE TOO? QUICK GET IN NOW NOW NOW

You friend runs in through the door as you squeeze in the crack you made as you slam the door shut behind you two.

Friend: okay… now what?

Y/N: well, good news at least is we can wait, they can’t get it without my divine powers.

Friend: har har very funny, let’s explore this place.

Y/N: alright.

The two of you begin to walk and check the place. It’s extremely empty with outlines for what appears to be a house, but nothing in sight. You bring your friend into one of the room and look around after placing them on the counter.

Friend: god i’m hungry, isn’t there anything here

Y/N: yeah, kinda wish there was a kitchen here

As you mutter your words, the entire room changes into a kitchen, with a stove, sink, and fridge that all function.

Friend: holy… how did you?

Y/N: I- I don’t know, I just wished it was here and.. now it’s here???

Friend: try… wishing for a large bowl of never melting chocolate ice cream

Y/N: okay… i wish for a large bowl of never melting chocolate ice cream

Within second a bowl appears on a counter full of chocolate ice cream. Your friend without a second of hesitation downs the ice cream, enjoying every scoop they eat.

Friend: HAHA, IT WORKED, ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS WISH IT AND IT BECOMES REAL OR TRUE.

Y/N: oh my god… or should I say, oh my me?

Friend: hey, don’t go getting too egotistical, let’s not have a Zeus moment and i have to go all kratos on you.

Y/N: HA, no offense but i could beat you with just my pinky finger, what chance you have of winning?

Friend: hey don’t underestimate me, i could take on two fingers at once

Y/N: okay, bet

You place 2 of your fingers down like legs for a fighter on the counter. You entertain him a bit, blocking and throwing soft finger blows on him only to flick him onto the counter and pin him with your fingers

Y/N: 1-2-3 Knock Out

Friend: hey, no fair, I want a rematch.

You point your finger at your friend and wish for the power to pick up objects with your mind by pointing at them. You then lift your friend up and carry them with you to the next few rooms, where you make wishes to have them be rooms you can use.

Once you reach the last room, you wish for it to be a bed room. You both watch as the walls transform into a soft shade of lavender, a large bed forms in the center, and gentle candle lights that never die out light up the room.

Y/N: huh, when I imagined a bedroom, I didn’t have this in mind, but still, it’s quite lovely wouldn’t you say?

Friend: yeah… kinda… weirdly romantical if you ask me.

Y/N: true, who knows, maybe this is where i’ll keep my ‘mates�� 24/7

Friend: pfft, yeah right

You chuck your friend onto the bed where they land directly onto a pillow. You sit down on the same side as they landed, checking on them.

Y/N: you okay? I didn’t throw you too hard did I?

Friend: hey, I’m tougher then i look, plus this pillow absorbed my entire fall somehow.

Y/N: well, I am a god, so i’d only have the softest pillows in the world.

Friend: true…

Your friend begins to yawn as they become more and more tired

Y/N: awww, is the little human sleepy? Do they want me to read them a bed time story?

Friend: hey, what’s gotten into you, you’ve never talked like this before, don’t tell me your god status got to your head already.

Y/N: not excatly, ever since you came out of your house, i’ve had this… strange obsession over you… I don’t really understand it myself but… just being around you has been making my heart flutter and I just can’t help but to tease you.

Friend: you’re weird lol, anywho, i’m gonna go to bed, night

Y/N: goodnight

You roll over to your side of the bed and attempt to fall asleep 30 minutes pass and you cannot only to remember that by becoming a god, you have infinite energy. You look over to see your friend passed out on the pillow with the blanket covering most of their body. You begin to pet them while they sleep and wonder what they’re dreaming about.

It takes you a moment to realize you can join their dream and as such wish for it. You then appear in your friends dream and see a bus on the ground, you bend down to look and see your friend sitting in the back alone. He doesn’t notice you so you pick up the bus and peel off the roof.

Y/N: surprise, did you miss me?

You friend looks up but says nothing.

Y/N: oh, i guess you aren’t fully lucid dreaming, well that’s alright, come here.

You pick up your friend and move your free hand away from the bus. You look at your friend and the bus and decide to have a little fun. You proceeded to put the bus in your mouth and swallow it in one go.

Y/N: i’d ask if you’re impressed, but your kinda unable to respond, here let me help with that

You then wish for your friend to be able to lucid dream and it works

Friend: woah, how did you get in here

Y/N: you’re seriously asking how a god got into your dream?

Friend: true… but why are you here?

Y/N: simple, I can’t sleep, having infinite energy means i no longer require rest, and as such, it got boring. So, i decided to infiltrate your dreams and have a little fun, because after all, i enjoy the time we spend together.

Friend: okay, what were you thinking of doing.

Y/N: i was thinking-

You snap you fingers as you wish for a change of area, the dream shatters and when you snap again, you and your friend are brought to a city

Y/N: -we could play a little game

Friend: a game? Sure what were you thinking?

You put your friend down as you stand up.

Y/N: well hide and seek obviously, you hide, and I’ll destroy some of the buildings in an attempt to find you

Friend: wait what? Won’t that kill me or something

Y/N: no no silly, i mean i’ll rip pieces of the buildings apart like the roof or a wall to look inside, but I won’t completely destroy them, unless-

You smash your hip into the building right beside you and it begins to crumble and fall to the ground, leaving nothing but rubble where it once stood.

Y/N: -you want it to be like that.

Friend: uhhh, yeah i’m good on the whole completely destroying buildings thing.

Y/N: okay your loss i’m gonna start counting now, so you better start running

You close your eyes as your friend runs off. After counting to 100 you wish for your friend to hear your voice as you say

Y/N: ready or not, here i come

You begin to walk around, tearing off ceilings and walls attempting to find your friend. He’s very well hidden as after tearing down multiple buildings you haven’t found him. You decided to grow another few feet to try and see if you can spot your friend. You notice one of the towering skyscrapers and have an idea on where he’s hidden.

You walk towards the towers as you grow taller and taller, until towering over the massive skyscrapers. While you can’t see them, you know they’re here on the roof, you poke behind the roof door and push your friend out from hiding.

Y/N: found you

Friend: hey, no fair, that’s cheating

Y/N: cheating, well I think hiding at the top of a tall building I can’t get in is cheating in my book, but you don’t hear me complaining.

Your friend begins to pout over the loss.

Y/N: awww, you’re so cute when you’re upset, come here

You grab your friend and close your hand around them. You then proceeded to lie down on the city and destroy a few buildings you then place your friend on your chest as you hit the ground

Y/N: so what do you want to do now?

Friend: I… don’t really know to be honest… maybe we can just… watch the sunset together?

Y/N: sure, hold on one second as a I change the environment a bit.

You snap your fingers and wish for a mountain to appear. Right as you do that a mountain grows in the middle of the city, under you. You also kick down the skyscraper as to clear the view from the beach. You then lie your back on the mountain and hold your friend gently on your chest as the 2 of you watch the sunset.

Friend: really, you couldn’t have just changed the area, you had to do this?

Y/N: what? This is more fun, besides, look at this view

Friend: yeah, this is… beautiful.

Y/N: you wanna just lie here and watch it until the morning?

Friend: yes, please.

Y/N: your wish is my command.

The two of you lie there, watching, and taking in each other’s presence. Enjoying the moment

Friend: hey… can I ask you something?

Y/N: of course, you can ask me anything… literally.

Friend: okay, ummm… do you… can you… will you… n-nevermind.

Y/N: come on, you can ask me.

Friend: n-no i’ve changed my mind, I don’t want to ask, it’s inappropriate.

Y/N: if it’s to make you more attractive, you’re already adorable and pretty so I don’t see much else in improving.

Friend: it’s not that, I just… don’t feel strong enough to ask you it.

Y/N: if you don’t ask it, i’ll make you say it

Friend: wait… what?

Y/N: i can feel your heart racing and your mind stressing over this question, I want you to just be happy, not worried or stressed. So either ask the question to get it off your chest, or i’ll make you.

Friend: N-no, you can’t just force me to do something cuz you’re a god now.

Y/N: this isn’t about wether on not it’s right or wrong, i just want you to be okay, so please, just tell me, because i’d rather not force you too, but i will if i must.

Friend: NO

Y/N: please, don’t make me

Friend: DON’T

You both stars silently at one another before getting ready to speak

Y/N: i wish-

Friend: don’t you dare

Y/N: -that you-

Friend: stop, please

Y/N: -would tell me-

Friend: PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME

Y/N: - what’s been bothering-

Friend: I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU AND I WANT TO GO ON A DATE OKAY?

You both are shot out of his dream and back into the temple on the bed. You see your friend crying as he shoots up.

Y/N: hey…

Friend: no, stop, okay, i said it, are you happy?

Y/N: well, yes and no

Friend: yes and no, what do you mean yes and no?

Y/N: can you give me a moment to explain why?

Friend: fine… you have a minute but when you’re done i’m leaving

You kiss you friend on the side of their head, and wipe away their tears with your finger

Y/N: i’m happy because you finally said what’s been bothering you, but i’m also sad to know you’ve kept that bottled up for who knows how long. If i had only known sooner… why didn’t you tell me sooner?

Friend: … i’d figure you wouldn’t be interested, i mean, dating the person you’ve known since you were a baby and see more as family then a friend would’ve been weird right?

Y/N: come here

You pick up your friend and kiss them again before holding them close to comfort them.

Y/N: yes i see you as family, but i also love you too, I would’ve understood all those years ago too because… I don’t just love you like family, I love you also.

Friend: r-really?

Y/N: yes, i’ve just felt… more confident about showing that side of me ever since tonight. Since well, i felt like i could give everything you could ever desire.

Friend: wow… heh, looks like we both needed this huh?

You kiss the top of your friend’s head again.

Y/N: yeah i guess we both did

Friend: can… can i kiss you, please?

Y/N: of course

You bring your friend up to your lips where the kiss you, right as they’re done you kiss them right back.

Y/N: how about this, you can go and in the morning you can come back and we can go on a date?

Friend: that sounds nice… but…

Y/N: but?

Friend: can I… stay here please?

Y/N: of course, i just figured you needed to get some fresh air after what happened, if you want to stay, you’re more then welcome to the whole bed by yourself if you like.

Friend: thank you… for everything

Y/N: you’re welcome, and… i’m sorry for almost making you say all that without your permission, it was wrong and I hope you can forgive me.

Friend: well, you were right, I do feel better after saying everything, so i forgive you, just… can you stay in bed with me tonight… please?

Y/N: yes baby, i’ll stay with you as long as you like.

Friend: thank you.

You lay your little lover back onto their pillow, and cover them gently with a blanket. You kiss them one last time before they go to bed.

Lover: goodnight honey

Y/N: goodnight baby, i love you

Lover: i love you too.

#g/t #g/t community #g/t idea #g/t related #g/t prompts #g/t scenario #g/t writing #sfw g/t #g/t characters #g/t story

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widowshill · 1 year ago

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top 5 roger and vicky moments

TOP FIVE ANYTHING !

I decided to also answer this in video form to get that Louis Line Delivery. THIS WAS SO HARD UGH. choosing just 5 is impossible. i cheated slightly and put an honorable mention.

4: "pain sometimes precedes pleasure, miss winters." a classic. why did he say this to her. she just got here. stop flirting with your employee and going into her bedroom at night (impossible). I think you should both lose focus and have a consensual workplace relationship. it might make things worse but i would enjoy it.

87: sobbing into his chest and clutching his lapels because she saw a ghost. ummm yeah this scene is kind of everything. it's the most physical touch they ever have and it makes me crazy. the way she clings to him, the way he rests his head against hers, the way he's rubbing her back even though moments ago he was doing his utmost to terrorize her... yeah. them. pain sometimes precedes pleasure.

96: "I should have carried you over the threshold" / "you forget, you're already married." god tier r/v lines he's terrible i love him ❤️ thinking about marrying your governess when you're already married to your beautiful arsonist huh, mr rochester? ALSO TRAPPED IN A CABIN DURING A STORM !

75: "weren't you?" / "But now, I'm so certain of my survival, that..." holding this scene and shaking it. THAT WHAT. fated to be here on this cliffside together this very morning roger ? so certain of your survival that you can do what now, roger? (also, this moment is preceded by vicki repeating what he first said to her when they met: "not planning to jump, are you?") they're normal and they belong together.

618: "it will be the greatest mistake of your life." he totally does not have any feelings for her no nope he just doesn't want her to marry jeff because um. Just The Dream (And Jeff Kissing Eve) And No Other Reason.

and a bonus 97: "I trust you slept well after our arduous night." we fucked in bangor and what about it. (plot reasons for trying to make people think they're romantically involved aside: why did you say it like that. in front of your sister and niece.) vicki and her little walk of shame .... love u babe.

#thanks for this hehe.#i love my rarepairs... but look at all this audiovisual. caught in 360px #➤ roger collins & victoria winters. ┊ pain sometimes precedes pleasure，miss winters.#forevermuses #➤ answered. ┊ collinsport 4099.#➤ meme responses. ┊ boo !

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pekodayz · 1 year ago

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osoaini evil stupid dumb drabble. it was 3:30 in the morning. it’s not formatted so whatever was typed on da phone was typed with a night high .be warned ☆(≧∇≦)b

Christmas in Japan😨 god aini nor oso wouldn’t know how to function normally around all of these lovey dovey couples! They’re all so …romantic…..holding hands and getting close n stuffs. 😥 Aini finds oso grosso nastys but ummm hey…ur kinda the only person I’ve gotten so close with. But she isn’t gonna outright admit it. Oso is trying not to seem super obvious with his staring at other ppl bc he’s nervous as hell rn. They’re both in public, prob the one of the only sets of ppl who’s not holding hands or some shit. Like what the hell should I do????? This is the worst! I should’ve stayed h-no….he did want to go out with aini..to this place for a reason so ummm hahah. It’s cold. He peeks at aini, she’s still staring at the crowds of ppl too…is she cold? Maybe. She catches him staring at her and they both look away, she pulls her scarf up to cover her cheeks (erm hey r they red😅) They start walking again in silence, they literally haven’t even said a word abt how this is so stupid and ggggay. Just awkward intense silence as they walk ermmm side to side ish (aini purposefully starts to walk behind oso bc she’s getting embarrassed😔) he notices and looks at her and tries to smile at her (it doesn’t look natural at all god damn) and asks her why is she behind him. Aini just scoffs and says she had smth in her shoe, her voice is muffled bc of the scarf over her mouth. She picks up the pace and walks next to him, hands in her pockets. He glances at her, she glances at him..they both just look nervous and scared. Until oso speaks (voice cracking and all)

He tries to crack a dumb joke abt Christmas season and how it’s so dumb to be around these ppl. Like they’re probably not gonna last a minute in bed smth smth. Aini laughs a little and says some quip back at him and she would usually jab his arm but this time she didn’t get near him (ew). I’m going to assume oso noticed that bc he was bracing for her to hit him. Damn. Know he really knows this is a tense situation they’ve put themselves in bc she’s not even being herself.!. They kept walking, trying to keep their distance bc yknow. But they brushed hands and they both jolted and yelped aw wtf . Bystanders looked at them like they were crazy whomp whomp. A couple mins later after that embarrassing moment aini pokes oso’s arm without warning so he jumps a lil and looks at her. She looks terrifyingly embarrassed but she mentions how she usually clings onto him when she’s tired. but this time she kinda wants to ermm maybe do it when she’s self aware……..this place just happens to be romantic dont get it twisted u dog, blushing and stuff. I mean yeah obv she feels smth for him and he feels smth for her too. He sucks at making the first move in these kinds of situations (not like he’s ever been in this position b4 lol !!!!) He teases her but his voice cracked the whole time like ough wtfffff and that kinda lightened the mood bc aini started laughing at him. He shakily wraps his arm around her shoulder and pulls her closer to him. He’s tweaking but that’s okay! this isn’t ooc for aini but this behavior is rare, she’s ig extremely shy abt this like wtfffff WTF EWWW ARE WE DOING THIS mentally. Then she takes her hand out of her pocket and mumbles smth while shoving it into his pocket. Oso asked whyd she do that, aini says bc ur arm is around me, how r we gonna ..hold hands. 😒then he says Shut up. What😨that’s my line. They kinda fumble for a minute but now they’re holding hands, aini cursed herself for not bringing gloves bc her hand truly was sweaty like maybe I should kill. It’s okay bc he’s sweaty too. Back and forth abt their hands while walking, completely oblivious of where they’re going. Then they end up at some kinda secluded spot, there’s not as many ppl here. They stop bickering and look around like damn where r we.

Then they glance over at some couples again and grimace but ermmmm heyyyyy they’re kissing. UGH . Oso looks away but idk idk idk hey this is kinda a special day????????? Maybe aini wouldn’t mind this time????? She wouldn’t kill me right????? She looks okay to be here …..So he starts pulling her closer and to his surprise, she doesn’t back away bc honestly she started to feel some sort a way abt this. Idk she yearned a little, even tho that’s osomatsu, she maybe whatever..wouldn’t mind a moment like this with him (even if it’s super rare) They’re both blushing and shit like GODDDdd thank goodness there aren’t a lot of ppl around bc this would look jank💔Ok they quickly give each other a kiss. Then they’re silent with the deadest look in their eyes like wow uh well that just happened😂😂😂😂😂😂 ok srs mode. Aini tries to look at him and say smth but she’s Uber nervous neow. Like hey ummm ur not as bad as u were before .. Then he’s like well I’ve been the only one you’ve kissed b4 .hey dont fucking RUIN THE MOMENT. but she quietly asks for another bc it really did make her feel better with that inner turmoil of being idk held for.

Like lol merry christmas..so they do it again. Then like 4 more times . Ew, this will not happen again until another special day. They look embarrassed as hell but oso mentions kfc since that country loves fried chicken on Christmas :3! But Aini just pulls him into a hug and thanks him like oughhh ur disgusting but I really do like u and ur stupid company and ur stupid laugh and ur stupid voice and ur stupid warm sickening smile I want u DEAD. And he’s kinda speechless 🧐 but he hugs her back really tight chuckling and shit GrRRRRR STILDID ahem . They do end up going to kfc together and aini took him back to her place so they can stare at the tv like a couple of babies while eating and being normal (acting like they didn’t just do that whole thang, but deep down that was very enjoyable for the both of them…..yay)

ok the end hope u enjoyed my tearful bloody word dump. cocomelon and dinner💕🩷💗💞💝💖💖🎀🐟🐟🐟🐟

#EWWWWW. okay not really it’s just. Cooties #writing seriously like fanfic level writing for ur ship is uber ultra impossible so u will get my silly text style #DONT LOOK AT ME(A WAVE OF FORCE EMITS FROM ME. KILLING U INSTANTLY)#I AM SHY.#a&o

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 2 years ago

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Wonderful World - Part 12**

Friends, it's finally here! I think you're all gonna love this part!!!! It’s unedited though!!!

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Fingering, oral, mutual masturbation

WC: 10.9k

When Diana woke up the next morning she was smiling bright. She felt like she could conquer everything and anything. She felt renewed in a way, like a weight had been lifted off of her chest. She knew she’d be seeing Harry later that night, which was really exciting given the progress they’d made the night before.

“Mom?” She heard and turned over in her bed to see Celeste peeking into her room.

“Morning, mamita. How’d you sleep?” She asked.

“Fine. I ummm…I had a weird dream.” She said and Diana frowned as she scooted over and patted the empty spot in her bed and Celeste went over and slipped inside.

“Want to talk about it?” She asked and Celeste sighed.

“Ummm…I guess…” she said, “It was that I was in session with Dr. Styles and I was upset at him for not showing up to the meeting.” She said and Diana nodded, “And I was talking to him and he was trying to apologize and I…got angry and I accidentally…” she sighed and shook her head before burying her face in her pillow, “I called him dad.” She mumbled very lowly into the pillow with slight embarrassment.

“Sweetheart, what?” Diana asked and Celeste groaned as she unburied her face and glanced over at her mom with a concerned expression.

“I called Dr. Styles dad!” She said more clearly and with some distress in her voice. She was frowning as Diana’s eyes widened. That was not at all what she had been expecting to hear. It kind of caught her by surprise.

“Oh!” She said softly, still in shock and Celeste sighed and covered her face with a pillow again as she groaned in shame.

“Is that weird?” She asked into the pillow over her face.

“Mamita, look at me, please.” Diana insisted gently. Celeste reluctantly removed the pillow from her face. She looked so concerned, her eyes were even welling up a bit as she looked at her mom, “It’s not weird, OK?” Diana said and Celeste looked at her incredulously for a moment, “I know it feels weird, but I promise you, it’s not weird. That’s quite normal, actually. It’s called transference. So think of it as transferring the feelings you have towards someone else you know onto your therapist.” She explained, “So it kind of starts to make you view your therapist as the person they remind you of.”

“But I don’t know my dad…” Celeste said with confusion and Diana nodded.

“Well, that’s true, but maybe deep inside a part of you feels…abandoned by him? Like hehasn’t shown up for you.” Diana reasoned, “And maybe when Dr. Styles didn’t show up the other day it made you feel like he had abandoned you too when you needed him most.” She suggested and Celeste frowned as the realization struck her. It was true, in a way she felt incomplete. Not that her mom wasn’t enough to care for her and love her, but it was just different in a way she couldn’t really explain. “And well, Dr. Styles has really been there for you the last few months. He’s helped you through some difficult things, supported you, cared for you, taught you things about yourself and new skills…so in a way he’s been doing part of the job a dad does too and that can…make a big impact. Especially since you don’t have a dad to…to look up to.” Diana reasoned and Celeste nodded.

“I do miss him sometimes. Dad.” She said and Diana nodded.

“Yeah, you can miss someone without knowing them. Like you know of him and that memory of him can definitely justify you missing him. Or even just with Dr. Styles, maybe you might imagine that your dad would be something like that?” Diana shrugged.

“I do imagine he’d be something like that.” Celeste admitted, “Was he?” She asked and Diana smiled.

“Yeah actually.” She nodded, “He was patient, kind, smart, understanding…very caring and supportive. He was really good at making other people feel happy.” Diana shared, wearing a fond smile as she thought of the similarities between the two.

“You’re not sad about him being gone anymore?” She asked next and Diana looked at her perplexed a bit.

“What makes you ask that?”

“Well usually you get sad a little when we talk about him. You usually cry…” she reminded and Diana hummed. Maybe in making room for Harry in her heart it pushed out a lot of the pain she had been feeling over Wes. Talking about him with Celeste in this moment obviously brought back memories and feelings of nostalgia, but it didn’t hurt, at least not like it used to. It felt very different than before.

“That’s right…” she acknowledged, “You know, I think maybe talking about him with you more has helped me not feel so sad about it. It happened so long ago…but I still remember him fondly, just with less pain which is…well, that’s how it’s supposed to go.” She said and Celeste smiled.

“Well I’m glad it doesn’t make you as sad as before.”

“Me too, mamita.” Diana smiled, “Are you excited for the dance today?”

“Yeah! We made a plan with everyone yesterday. Even Geri and Megan made up, so that’s good.” Celeste shared and Diana smiled.

“Good. I’m happy to hear that.” Diana assured, “And…have you given any more thought to therapy on Monday?”

“Well, the dream kind of forced me to think about it. And now I just feel a little weird about it.” She said honestly, “So for now I think I’ll just…pass.” She said again and Diana nodded.

“OK.” She smiled.

“Do you think it’ll make Dr. Styles upset?” She asked worriedly.

“No, I don’t think so.” She shook her head, “I’m sure he’ll be bummed he doesn’t get to apologize to you as soon as he wants to, but I’m sure he’ll understand if you need a little time to not be upset at him, if you still are.”

“OK.” Celeste smiled softly and Diana returned her gesture.

“Also, your uncle’s gonna take you and pick you up today so that you have a little more time with him before he goes tonight.” Diana informed and she nodded.

“Good. Can we get Starbucks?” She asked and Diana chuckled.

“Fine. But a tall, OK? I don’t want you all wired at school, then you’ll get all jittery.” She reminded and Celeste smiled.

“OK.” She agreed with a smile.

The rest of the day just seemed to fly by. It was about 5 o’clock when Damian got home with Celeste and Diana was just hopping out of the shower, preparing herself for their night on the town. Once she finished up she helped Celeste with her makeup for the dance and at 6:30 Geri’s mom had arrived to pick Celeste up.

“You have your overnight bag right?”

“Yes, mom…” Celeste huffed.

“OK, and send a cute picture when you get there!” Diana called after her as she rushed out to Geri’s mom’s car.

“I will!” She shouted back. Diana went out and waved at Geri’s mom with a big smile before they took off.

“And now it’s our turn.” Damian smiled as he also waved them off.

“Wait, no goodbye from Celeste?” Diana questioned.

“We said goodbye right before we came into the house. She hates goodbyes… didn’t want to cry with her makeup on or something.” He said and she chuckled and shook her head.

“And just like that…freshman year, gone.” She said.

“Well if it makes you feel better she still has exams and her concert next week…”

“It doesn’t…she’s growing so fast.” She said and he smiled.

“Oh, I got her those fucking boots she’s been harassing you for, for her birthday.” He informed and Diana shook her head, “And I also added a little something to her college fund account.” He said and Diana glanced to him.

“Thank you. You don’t have to keep doing that.”

“Now’s the time more than ever! College will be here before you know it!”

“Well, that’s true…” Diana concurred, “She’s gonna be 15 on Monday…”

“That’s so crazy…” Damian sighed and Diana nodded, “Is she still made at Harry.”

“Definitely.” Diana chuckled.

“Speaking of…how’d it go last night?”

“Good…we had a huge fight…” she said and Damian chuckled, “It was productive. He’s been really understanding and patient, but I guess he just didn’t really get my angle since I’ve been flip flopping a lot with where we stand.”

“And?”

“We’re gonna go on a date soon.” She smiled and Damian smirked.

“Good for you, sis.”

“Thanks.” She smiled, “We’ll see how it goes tonight…”

“Great I’m sure…gonna have the house to yourself…” he teased.

“Nope, we don’t talk about those things! Go finish packing!” She said and he rolled his eyes.

“Not for that! Just so that you guys can talk and stuff but like with privacy…”

“Talk and stuff? Go away…” Diana said and Damian chuckled as he headed upstairs to finish packing.

After another few minutes Damian was coming down with his bag and they were settling into the car and taking off to meet everyone else at a bar they had agreed upon. It was a little on the classier side, so when they arrived it was nice to look around at how everyone was dressed and expressing themselves. Then finally they saw Grace hop up from a booth near the back and wave them over excitedly.

As soon as they made their way over Harry glanced to Diana and smiled as he took her in as she approached. She was in a simple black dress. She looked radiant and as beautiful as she always did. Harry wanted to just whisk her up in his arms and hold her until she begged him to let go. They all stood to greet them and as soon as Harry got to hug Diana he felt like his evening had been made. Again, that unreal scent of cherries and warmth just wafted around her and made his thoughts fire off in a frenzy.

“Mmmm, hi.” She hummed in his hold and he smiled.

“Hi. Long time no see.” He teased quietly as they held on for just a few more seconds. When he heard her giggle it was his cue to pull back. He wanted to see her smile and. How the little freckle on the side of her nose scrunched up when she laughed or smiled wide enough.

“Yeah, I’ll say.” She agreed and he smiled at her, “Y’look really nice.” She complimented and he chuckled bashfully.

“Oh no, not compared to you. I mean, look at you!” he complimented, taking a step back and taking her in just a bit more. He knew that wearing heels couldn’t be all that comfortable, but when she wore them she was tall enough to be the perfect height so that they could kiss easily and for that reason he was obsessed with the heels.

“Ahem…” they heard suddenly and glanced to the table where Henry, Grace and Damian were just waiting (with knowing smirks) for them to stop flirting and get seated.

“Right! After you.” Harry insisted and she thanked him as she slipped into the booth.

“Well, I for one am getting a Long Island.” Grace announced and everyone groaned softly and she pouted, “What?” She asked.

“Just, keep it together, yeah?” Damian said and everyone else sniggered along.

“Or just stick to a mai-tai.” Diana hummed and she sighed…

“I ate before I came. Didn’t I, babe?” She said to Henry and he made a questionable sound which made everyone burst into laughter. “Babe!” She huffed with wide eyes and he shrugged.

“I don’t think half an avocado constitutes as a meal, babe.” Henry said and she rolled her eyes.

“Well I didn’t want to eat a lot because I figured we’d go eat something…” she defended and they all chuckled. After about ten minutes of waiting the waitress came by and took their orders. Diana was just waiting for Celeste to send over her picture, she insisted on not taking photos in their front yard she wanted them by this mural the senior art class had painted painted at the school. So when her phone buzzed she was quick to take it out and smiled when she saw the picture Celeste had sent her.

“Awwww, look at her, guys.” Diana hummed as she slid her phone over to Harry who smiled as he glanced down at the picture of Celeste in her little dance dress.

“Oh, she looks lovely.” Harry said softly with an equally proud smile as he then passed it over to Damian and then he to Grace and Henry as they all took a moment to see the picture she’d sent. When Diana got her phone back she typed out a quick response before sending it off and putting her phone back.

“Sorry, I’ve been waiting for her to send the picture.” She giggled, but everyone understood.

Soon the conversation took a turn to Damian and what he had coming up next. He was going back to Spain for another few months before returning to Mexico to help his father with some contract deals he needed to establish. All the while they listened, Harry and Diana’s legs were brushed against each other under the table. They made subtle movements to just let the other know that it was completely intentional. They were still a bit wary about doing too much to soon in front of everyone. But soon enough the first round of drinks came and they had those, then another round, and soon Harry’s arm was draped behind Diana as he leaned in to hear the conversation on the other side of the booth better. He smelled divine and he was so warm that she just wanted to cuddle up close to him and stay there all night. It happened subconsciously when her hand came up to his knee that was right behind her and before she could even think about it his other hand was coming down over her own. She swore that everyone in the building could hear her heart pounding away in her chest as his fingers slotted in between hers. She was covered in goosebumps as she raised her hand a bit so that he could fully clasp their hands together and it just felt so right. Like everything with him did.

It was fully receiving to Harry to see her visibly relax as their hands joined together discreetly under the table. The conversation carried on like normal and it just felt like for once, everything that they wanted with each other was entirely possible. There were no limitations to what they could be and that felt so good.

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The spring dance had been going well. Celeste’s group had been able to introduce Megan to a few more of their own friends and they were going about doing all of the activities they had put together for them there. Obviously, the time they were not busy doing something was time they were spending gawking at the upperclassmen girls and their gorgeous all out dresses. The seniors had, had their prom, this was just a consolation dance for everyone else, but it was still nice to see that the Junior class just really wanted to make this special for themselves.

“Guys, I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” Celeste informed her friends. They all nodded and she soon made her way out of the gym and to the bathrooms. She was soon freshening up a bit, ensuring that her makeup wasn’t out of place or anything before she wandered back out to the hall.

“Celeste?” She heard her name and whipped around quickly to see a boy she recognized slightly pushing off from one of the lockers across the hall.

“Yeah, that’s me.” She said nervously and he smiled.

“Yeah, I know.” He chuckled and she smiled down at her shoes bashfully. Duh, he called your name, dummy, she thought to herself. “I’m in jazz combo too. I drum though, second seat, so I’m not really in your line of sight.” He explained and she nodded.

“Yeah, I remember you.” She smiled, “Ben, right?” She asked and he nodded.

“Yeah.” He smiled, “Ummm, I just wanted to tell you that you look really pretty and that ummm…well, I know we haven’t talked to much or even have any classes but that together, but ummm…w-would you want to maybe h-hang out sometime soon after school’s out?” He asked and she blinked her eyes slowly at him a few times, kind of in shock.

“But you’re a junior.” She said and he smiled.

“Well, I’m actually a sophomore, but my bother’s a junior and so we have a lot of the same friends.” He clarified and she shook her head.

“Right…ummm…why are you you talking to me?” She asked and he chuckled nervously.

“Well I just think you seem cool I guess…and like…I just think you’re pretty and…you know what never mind…” he chuckled bashfully and started to turn away.

“Wait!” She said and he stopped and turned back, “Sorry, I didn’t mean it in a bad way. It’s just that it’s been not a great year for me and I guess it’s just weird for someone to talk to me like…this I guess?” She clarified, “I just wasn’t expecting it. But ummm…yeah, I’d love to hang out sometime.” She said and he smiled now.

“Cool.” He said and dug around his pockets for his phone, “Here, let me get your number.” He said handing it over and she typed it un quickly before giving it back, “Cool, thanks.” He said with a smile and she nodded, “And like… I mean, it does’t have to be a date or anything if you don’t want!” He clarified quickly, “Like we can hang out with our friends or something like that.” He said right a way and she smiled nervously.

“OK.” She hummed and he smiled at her before he smiled at the ground.

“Yeah, that was all…ummm, sorry you make me nervous. Which is why I haven’t talked to you all year!” He said and she giggled, “But I think it’s about time I just got over my nerves.” He said and she smiled at him.

“Yeah, glad you did.” She responded and his smile widened, “I should probably go back to my friends, but ummm, text me, I guess.”

“Yeah. I will.” He assured and she nodded before sparing him one last smiley glance before she rushed back into the gym.

She felt like she was tingling and buzzing from the excitement. Of course she had noticed him in the group before, but he was so cute and seemed so unattainable. She tended to just not bother with people she thought were out of her league but now he had talked to her and asked for her number, because he wanted to hang out with her? It seemed unreal.

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The group was now at bar number three, well actually, it was a sushi bar. Everyone was sufficiently tipsy and reading over the menus as they tried to decide on their meals. Diana was right up against Harry. His jacket was draped over her shoulders to warm her a bit while they spoke softly about what they were craving. All night they had been a bit more touchy-feely to no one’s surprise. It was just cute how they seemed to feel a need to be discreet for absolutely no reason around other people. They all knew that they were into each other and even if they’d never said anything, the stolen glances, little grins, and slightly subtle flirtations we enough to clue anyone in.

They ended up at a karaoke bar after dinner and were each taking their turns up front, having the time of their lives. Grace was up there singing Barbiegirl while the rest of the group sang along with her from the table. Harry’s arm was draped over Diana’s torso and she was pressed right up against his side.

“We should sing a song.” Harry said and she smile and nodded.

“Yeah, let’s do it!” Diana agreed and he smiled as he nuzzled up to her. With a few drinks in her she was far more relaxed; cuddly even and Harry was loving it. He also loved her enthusiasm for wanting to do something like this with him. Rebecca was not one for performing for anyone unless she was in court, “What should we sing?” She asked as she unwrapped his arm from her waist so that she could turn to him. But he smiled wide as she intertwined their fingers, “What?” She asked at his evident distraction.

“You’re holding my hand.” He said and she glanced down and smiled as she noticed that she was in fact holding his hand. Her eyes flickered up to his as she ran her thumb along the side of his hand a few times.

“I am holding your hand.” She hummed in confirmation.

“OK, so what did you want to sing?” He asked her with a big smile and she grinned.

“High School Musical.” Diana said and he nodded with a chuckle.

“There was only one right answer.” He hummed and she giggled. They hurried out of the booth to get in the line and queue up their song. Obviously when the time came they gave a performance. Mimicking some of the dance moves they managed to remember from the film.

“You know the world can see us in a way that’s different than who we….are.” they finished glancing deeply into each others eyes, singing through shaky voices as they tried to hold back their laughter at how cheesy they were being. The bar erupted in a roaring cheer as they finished and Harry made them bow as they made their way off of the stage hand in hand.

“I got that all on video by the way.” Grace said and they just chuckled bashfully. Finally it was nearing the time for Damian to go and so they stood outside of their cars now, saying their goodbyes.

“Bye Grace it was great to see you again.” Damian said as he hugged her tight.

“You too.” She said.

“And great to meet you, Henry,” He said hugging him as well.

“Yeah, so good to meet you as well.” He said as he pat his back a few times.

“And Harry,” he said turning towards him.

“Actually,” Henry cut in, “w-we were wondering if he could catch a ride back with you? We’re not spending the night at home.” He explained.

“Of course!” Diana assured.

“Perfect.” Harry smiled and so they finished saying their goodbyes before they all got in Diana’s car. They talked about the night, the things Damien had liked most about his visit, and a few other random topics until they were rolling to a stop at the departure’s terminal.

“Here we are.” Diana said and they started to unbuckle themselves. Harry rushed back to get his suitcase while Damian and Diana exchanged a few words before they hugged tight. She wiped a few tears from her eyes as she backed up and sighed. “I can’t even look at you for another second.” She sniffled and Damian chuckled.

“It’s fine, go back inside.” He assured her, “Love you.”

“Love you.” She blubbered before she went back into the car.

“Here you are, mate.” Harry said as he wheeled Damian’s bag back to him and he grabbed the handle.

“Thanks man.” He assured, “Ummm, I don’t want to get all weird with you or anything but uh, thank you for taking care of my sister and Celeste.” He said, “I can see how much happier they both are with you around. I think you’re just what they need and ummm…I hope that next time I visit you’re uh…still around.” He said extending his hand to him and Harry smiled and took his hand.

“I umm…I think I will be. I’ll try my best to.” He assured with a chuckle and Damian nodded. With that he grabbed his bag and waved once more before he headed inside. Harry settled back into the car and Diana sighed. “You ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just gonna miss him.” She said as she turned to him for a moment before taking off again. “So should I drop you off at home?”

“Yeah.” He said and smiled, “Do you wanna have a little night cap?”

“Yeah, I’d love that.” She hummed and he directed her to his place.

“You can park beside me if you want.” He said and she went up to the spot beside his car and parked there.

“Oh, it’s so nice!” She complimented as she put the car into the parking gear.

“Thank you.” He smiled as they got down and he felt around for his keys before finding them and they headed up to his door. He had left a lamp on in the living room which gave it a nice warm glow and she smiled as it dimly lit up the space before her. She looked around and took in the details, the nice and natural colors gave his home a warm and comforting feeling.

“I love this, Harry!” She said as she looked around “And it smells so nice.” She smiled at him.

“Oh, thank you.” He chuckled and soon Misty came from around a corner to greet them. She mewed at them and Harry chuckled.

“I know, I know…your bed’s in the dryer.” He said to the cat, “C’mon, let me drop you off at the kitchen.” He said to Diana and she nodded as she followed him through to the kitchen, “There are water bottles in the fridge if you want one. Let me just get her bed set up.”

“Yeah, go on.” She assured as he hurried off into the darkness and misty went off behind him. She could hear him rustling about for a bit before he was coming back into the kitchen and washing his hands quickly, “Sorry, it was about time I washed her bedding. Ummm, nightcap, so I have…” he said as he opened his fridge, “Beer and I’ve got some red wine options.”

“Wine sounds good.” She said and he went over to a little cabinet and searched around for one, “So…I’ve been thinking about this date I asked you on.” She said and he smiled.

“OK, go on…”

“I was thinking that maybe we can go to this jazz night thing they have at this vineyard in Malibu.” She shared and he smiled as he came back with a bottle.

“Actually that sounds really nice.”

“Yeah? It’s live music, which is always good and it’s quite-ish and romantic, I’d say…”

“You want to make it romantic?” He asked with a smirk as he cheeks went pink.

“Well, it is a date is it not?” She asked, “Unless you’d rather it not be…” she hummed teasingly and he chuckled.

“No, romantic is perfect.” He said as he turned to grab them some glasses for them.

“OK, good.” She giggled before he got out his waiter wine opener and started to twist it into the cork.

“It’s a good thing you like wine then.” He hummed and she nodded with a giggle.

“Right…” she said as she came around as he started to pour the wine.

“Alright.” He said as he set the bottle down.

“Harry?”

“Yeah, love?” He asked as he turned to her with a smile and she bit her lip nervously.

“Umm…are you gonna kiss me?” She asked and he chuckled nervously.

“Yeah, i-if you want me to! I was just a bit nervous since last time we…you know…I didn’t know if that had maybe just pushed our boundary back a bit or something.” He explained and she nodded in understanding.

“Yeah, umm…maybe we should clarify that.” She said nervously, “I just got nervous last time and had like a little freakout. But I ummm…I’m into you in every way.” She clarified. “Like tonight was nice, getting to just touch you whenever I wanted or be close to you.” She admitted bashfully and wit burning cheeks, but she just needed to be honest about how much she had wanted that, “Like…yeah, I get nervous and wonder if maybe I’m doing too much but I do want those things with you.” She said and he smiled.

“I want that with you too.” He hummed softly, “And well, I didn’t know if you were a snuggly type or not…” he chuckled, “Glad you are though.” He added with a little grin towards her and she smiled.

“I am.” She confirmed. He stepped a bit closer and gently grabbed her face in his hands.

“Is this OK then?” He asked as he finally touched her the way he’d been waiting to all night. She nodded in his hold as her eyes met his. He was so breathtaking. The tension brewing between them all night was slowly starting to peak and it was nerve-racking and exhilarating all at the same time. As he dipped lower her lips twitched up into a smile before they kissed slowly. He was gentle at first, just giving her two short and sweet pecks before going back in and deepening the kiss a bit more. The relieved hum that rumbled in her throat as his tongue gently skimmed her bottom lip made everything inside of him spark up. He loved to feel her arms hug around his body to hold him closer as the tenderness melted into need. They needed each other. They had been needing each other for so long now and were now finally in the moment where everything they wanted felt like it was possible.

It was an electricity around them that tingled with every movement, even the lightest amount of friction felt charged with possibility. A slow and deep kiss between them felt earth shattering. Diana loved to feel the way his lips moved with hers, they were feeding off of each other’s passion and feelings towards each other. She had so much care and love in her heart for Harry, it was outstanding to be able to act on it. To show him just how much he meant to her with her lips and with her soft and reaffirming touches. Even if she wasn’t saying it, Harry got them message by the way she was clinging to him and kissing back with no inhibition.

“I wanna make you feel good, baby.” He mumbled into her mouth and she felt as the wave of goosebumps rose across her body, “We can go slow and even keep our clothes on f’you want, but I just want to make you come.” He got out before kissing her deeply again.

Diana felt her core tighten up at the thought of Harry making her come undone with his hands or his mouth or whatever else he had in mind. She needed it so badly. Her body ached to connect with his in that way, it pleaded and begged for it forever and she never gave in, but now her resolve had completely washed away as she nodded briefly at him.

“Please.” She whispered against his mouth and he kissed her before pulling back. Their chests rose and fell quickly as they recovered their breaths for a moment.

“Are you sure?” He asked and she nodded as she looked up at him.

“I’m sure.” She confirmed softly.

“Well if you start to feel weird or even change your mind just tell me, OK? Please tell me, this is not something you can just push past, you know? I want you to know that you mean a lot to me and I…I…care about you.” He said earnestly as he looked straight into her eyes, “I want you to feel safe with me. That’s all I care about, Di.” He assured her. There was this genuine and gentle look in his eyes that made her heart thump harder and harder in her chest. She tiptoed and held his jaw tenderly as she kissed his lips quickly.

“I’ve never felt more safe with anyone in my life.” She assured softly and the gentle look in his eyes intensified even more, “I trust you with so much already.” She smiled at him, “And I…trust you with this too.” She confessed.

“Yeah?” He asked with a small smile and she nodded before responding verbally.

“Yeah.” Her eyes didn’t waver from his for a moment, “Should we go to your room? Or is this where all the action happens?” She asked jokingly to lighten the intensity of the tension between them and he sniggered.

“C’mon.” He said taking her hand in his and guiding her through his place. It was so dark as he guided her through the house until he reaching his bedroom door and opened it up. The moonlight was cascading in through the open windows, giving her some idea of what the space looked like. Again, like everything else it was neat and smelled of his cologne and looked great from what she could see. “Lights on or off?” He asked her.

“This is alright. Can you see?” She asked him and he chuckled.

“Yeah, enough. Can you?” He asked as he hugged around her waist from behind and she nodded.

“Yeah, I can see.” She giggled as he kissed the side of her head. It was so different doing something like this with the feelings she had in her heart. For the last decade or so she’d been so detached emotionally from her sexually intimate experiences. It was scary to know that whatever happened between them next would just naturally make her mind bond to him even more. Reinforce everything she’d been feeling for him already.

“Nervous?” He asked softly and she swallowed thickly and nodded as the feeling started making her stomach swirl with some anxiety and uncertainty. “What can I do to help?” He asked as he let her go and came before her and she glanced up into his eyes.

“Ummm…just…” she exhaled shakily, “Just keep being you.” She said to him and he smiled softly at her and without a warning he tugged her forward as he sat on the edge of the bed and she straddled his lap and yelped as he pulled her down with him and they giggled as they just looked at each other for a few moments before their smiles faded on their own.

“Is this OK?” He asked softly as he draped his arm over her waist and tangled his leg with hers. She nodded in confirmation. He shift again so that he was no holding himself up and slightly hovering over her, “And this?” She nodded again. “And if we start with something we know…” he asked as he very gently let his hips relax so that his bottom half was pressed against her own. He was already a bit turned on, she could feel it through his trousers and the thin fabric of her dress. She relaxed her hips and hiked her leg up around his hip, giving him more space. He dipped down and joined their lips again in a slow but ardent kiss.

Everything he was doing felt so intentional that it kept increasing and increasing her arousal and need for him. The way he touched her with his lips and his hands. The way his hips gently rolled against her own, letting her feel how hard he was getting for her. He kissed down her neck and she smiled at the tickles of it as she extended her neck even further to give him more access. Her skin was tingling in anticipation as he made his calculated movements that were making her more and more impatient. As he slid the strap of her dress down her shoulder his lips followed down her arm until he was kissing the palm of her hand before he moved to the other one and did the same thing. She was absolutely buzzing at this build up.

“There’s a zipper on the side.” She informed and he nodded.

“Thank you.” He hummed with a chuckle and she giggled. Her skin broke out in goosebumps when she heard and felt the zipper coming undone. And soon she was sitting up and he was helping pull the dress over her head. He set it down over the little stool at the end of his bed before he started working on the buttons of his shirt. He bit his lip to channel his desperation for her. Seeing her propped up on her elbows watching him undress in just her bra and panties was making him so impatient.

“You’re so breathtaking.” He said as he shrugged the shirt off of his shoulders and she smiled as she scooted herself to the end of the bed and reached for his trousers. She kissed the butterfly inked into his skin as her fingers unfastened the button and zipper of his pants. His thumb stroked her jaw at her delicate and affectionate actions. He swore his heart beat harder and faster with each kiss she gave him. And when she rested her chin on him and looked up at him with those beautiful green eyes of hers he swore he stopped breathing for a few seconds.

“Is it selfish of me to say that I don’t want anyone else to touch you like this?” She asked him bashfully and he smiled and shook his head.

“I’m not particularly fond of that possibility either.” He assured her, “For me or for you.” He clarified and she smiled at his response, “I only want you.” He assured as he started to push her back onto the bed and when he was hovering over her again he kissed her deeply, “I only want to feel your lips on my lips.” He hummed before kissing her again, “And only your hands on my skin.” He said before giving her another kiss, “And your body on my body.” He added as he delved in yet again, his words were already building her pleasure up, “And your scent on me and my clothes and my bed…” he sighed as he rolled his hips against hers and she moaned softly at the friction, “I only want to hear your voice sighing, moaning, begging, and curing me and everything I can do to make you feel good.” He got out breathily against her mouth and Diana felt her body tense up and her walls to clench up at what he said. “I only want you.” He repeated again and she reached behind his neck and held him close as they kissed heatedly now. Her hips were bucking up meeting his own now and she was growing wetter and wetter for him.

“I only want you too.” She panted and he groaned as he sunk his teeth into her bottom lip and ground his clothed erection right into her clit. Diana whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut at the feeling, “P-please touch me, Harry.” She beckoned and he released her lip and nodded.

“Yeah? Ready for me, baby?” He asked and she nodded quickly. He made sure his eyes were on hers when she nodded her approval and he dipped down and kissed her quickly, “Let’d get you more comfortable, yeah?” She nodded and soon they were just throwing all of the extra pillows on the ground haphazardly, laughing softly when she may have “accidentally” whacked Harry with one as she tossed it out of the way.

“Oops!” She giggled and he lunged himself over her, pinning her down on the bed, nipping and sucking at her neck playfully.

“Oops?” He asked through his chuckles as he toyed with her for a bit, making her laugh and squirm beneath him until she was struggling to breathe through her laughter.

“OK! OK! OK! Sorry!” She laughed and he chuckled before letting up and grinning down at her.

“I suppose it’s alright.” He hummed and she smiled up at him.

“Harry?”

“Hmmm?” He asked through his own smile.

“I’m really happy that I’m here with you.” She said softly, bringing back a solemn tone to the moment. He felt his entire chest want to cave in from the way his heart thumped wildly and so he leaned down and kissed her.

His big, warm hands started to travel down her body. Igniting the fire of need in her with every inch he covered. He reached down to properly hike her legs up around him and he ground against her center, making her whimper before he knelt up to have better range of motion. With her legs on either side of his body now his hands slid up her torso. He wanted to feel her soft, warm skin under the palms of his hands. And he glanced up to her for permission before he grabbed her breasts and she nodded he reached up and dragged the cups of her bra down before dipping down and taking one of her nipples into his mouth while he caressed and teased the other with his fingers. The whine that left her throat made him moan against her skin. She was losing her mind as she watched his gorgeous cheek bones carving out even further with the pressure of his sucks. He started to just swirl his tongue around as he glanced up to her and she moaned and clenched the sheet beneath her tight.

“Fuck, that feels good!” She sang softly as he kissed his way over to the other.

Diana was already clenching up in anticipation and she felt so relieved as he got his mouth on her left breast. She bucked her hips up as she felt one of his hands sliding down her side and then two of his fingers hooked into the elastic of her underwear. His digits traveled across her skin and tugged where the little bow on her panties rested, right in the middle of the band. She was so wet for him, she could feel herself throbbing uncontrollably in anticipation of his next move. Everything about the way he was doing this was erotic and exciting. She felt like all of this was part of the build up. She was getting impatient and trying to roll up against him for more friction, but he wanted her to just be a bit more patient with him because he intended to blow her mind. Diana recalled him saying something about him liking to build the pleasure, to edge…if you asked her this was all the edging portion. She was so needy and impatient to just have him make her come. She wanted to come for him so bad. She was getting antsy and whiney as he continued to just play with the band of her underwear, she wanted to feel his fingers against her surely sopping center. She wanted him to quell the insatiable need radiating from deep in her pussy. For him to play with her clit until it was so sensitive that she was trembling in his hands and falling apart for him.

“Please…” she whimpered, “I need you. I need you so badly.” She pleaded and Harry sighed in satisfaction as he started to kiss up her sternum, the column of her throat, her jaw, and finally at her lips again as he brought his other hand to her underwear and started to tug them down. She lifted her hips right away as he got them to her thighs before he moved aside to get them down before he knelt between her legs again. He immediately went back to kissing her and she moaned into his mouth as his whole hand cupped over her center.

“So we f’me, baby.” He smirked and she nodded.

“Yeah, want you so bad.” She said softly and he smiled at her when she huffed as he removed his hand for a second, but her back arched up and she gasped in surprised as two of his fingers dipped into her crease, swirling around in her warm and slicked up pussy. She was about to lose her mind about him neglecting her clit, but just then he rubbed his fingers against her sopping entrance before sliding his fingers up to her swollen little button and he started to rub. Harry was covered in goosebumps as her beautiful sounds flooded his ears and seemed to consume him. He wanted to do whatever he could to keep hearing them. He added a bit more pressure and her legs fell wider for him.

“Like that?” He asked her and she blinked her eyes open to look at him as she nodded.

“Yes…yes, keep going just like that!” She keened. She already looked hazy-eyed as he play with her little clit. It wasn’t taking much from the looks of it. He knew she’d been neglected for so long, but more than that, he was the object of her desires, much like she was his. Finally getting to be with him for this was the fulfillment of months worth of fantasies. He bit his lip as he just paid close attention to the way her body responded to his touches, to the sounds she made and the shifts of her hips. He was 100% attentive to her needs and it made him feel so proud when he saw her eyes squeeze shut and her back starting to arch up towards him. He smirked when she brought her hand over her mouth as the other gripped the covers beneath her tightly.

“Baby, you can make sounds, we’re at mine. Remember?” He hummed and she opened her eyes and started to giggle quietly.

“Right.. Force of habit.” She said before she bit her lip and exhaled shakily as he started to slow down his pace.

“I get it.” He chuckled and he watched as she visibly looked for him to start back up to what he had been doing before. But before she could even ask him to, he slid his fingers back down to her entrance and gentle pressed in and her hips bucked up and he relieved the pressure he had placed and she whined out in protest, “Don’t worry, baby. M’going.” He assured her and she was panting now. He could feel her little hole trying to suck his fingers inside, it was driving him insane.

“OK…I just…I need it so bad.” She whispered and he kissed her lips.

“I know, baby. I know.” He appeased her as he started teasing at her entrance again. Continuing to build up her need and anticipation, testing her resolve.

Diana felt like she was about to crumble under his touch. Her body was aching to feel any part of him deep inside. She needed that closeness with him, she’d been staving it off for months now. Even before she had reached any level of closeness with him, she was attracted to him. But now that her feelings were involved it just made it all the more intense. She trying to wait, the anticipation was making her feel so frazzled and out of control. She felt helpless in his arms and the only thing keeping her from begging him was the knowledge that he’d take good care of her. Soon. Eventually. She was impatient, but she knew it’d be worth it when he got started. And boy, was she right. He groaned in pleasure as he sunk his index into her and thrust it a few times, curling it up into that spot inside of her that made her toes curl before he added the second finger in and she whimpered as he got in deep and started pulsing his hand into her until she was gasping. It felt like way too much because of how much he’d already built her up before.

“Harry! Oh my god!” She moaned as he kept up his pace and then started ti rub her clit with his thumb. He was getting such good spot inside of her that she could hear how wet se was for him with each diligent plunge of his fingers into her. Her back was arching and her abs tensing as her orgasm built in record time. It’d been so long and it was him, it was finally him and everything just felt so good with him. She couldn’t believe it, but she was covered in goosebumps and fighting to keep her legs open, “M’gonna come!” She gasped and he moaned as he kissed her sloppily.

“Go on, baby. Come for me.” He mumbled, his lips smeared with hers as he spoke into their kiss. Her erratic breathing suddenly hitched for a few seconds before she let out the most beautiful moan of his name as her walls started to squeeze his fingers tight in rhythmic pulses. Diana’s mind was drawn a blank as she came undone, everything inside of her was vibrating with pleasure at the explosive and wonderful feelings erupting within her. Her hips were writhing, attempting to get away from his touches, but he was working her through the entire thing. His kisses started to travel down her body, lips searing the skin left in their wake. Before she even knew it her hands were buried in his hair as he licked her arousal off of her inner thighs. And even still, his fingers were fucking into her slowly.

“Oh fuck, please lick my pussy, baby.” She pleaded impatiently even though she was still recovering from her first orgasm and he didn’t need to be told twice. He delved in right way. His tongue was dexterous as it lapped and flicked at her clit at the pace she had liked from before. Harry could feel her walls clenching tight around his fingers and so he pushed them in a little deeper, rubbing them into the spot that her falling apart before. Her legs started to tremble almost immediately. Diana lost her mind, her eyes rolled back and she couldn’t help but whine and moan out in pleasure as he worked her up to another orgasm so quickly. “Faster, please, a little faster!” She instructed and as he followed her instruction she started bucking up into his mouth, shivering when he started to suck on her clit with his new pace. She was breathing so shallowly she swore she was getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen. She could feel her legs start to tremble as she approached the brink again. Her back started to arch as she moaned in time with the deep and calculated pumps of his fingers into her most tender spot. And that was it. She started to see white behind her closed eyes as that tightly wound coil of pleasure just burst inside of her. She withered so beautifully underneath him, she could barely hear herself moan through the ringing in her ears. He was groaning lowly at the feeling of her coming undone. She was so hot inside and getting wetter and slicker as her cum started to coat his fingers. He kept fucking his fingers into her like before, just gradually slowing down as the pulsing of her walls decreased.

Even though her eyes were closed, a few tears were streaming down her face at how good she felt. Her body was still tingling as he gently pulled his fingers out of her before he just got his mouth on her pussy. She moaned as he licked into her entrance, cleaning up all of her creamy cum and getting a proper taste of his well earned reward. She pulled at his hair a bit when his nose bumped into her sensitive clit, but he quickly moved up and lightly flicked hhis tongue over it, giggling as her legs twitched from it.

“S’too much!” She whimpered and he hummed before kissing the top of her mound.

“Sorry, baby.” He apologized before sucking his fingers clean and crawling back up to her body. She pulled him down for a kiss right away and her shaky hands went down to his briefs where she rubbed over his very evident bulge. They parted from their kiss with a soft smack, “Y’don’t have to.”

“I want to.” She reached into his briefs and started to rub over his cock. Harry shivered at her touch, he did want to come, so fucking bad. “W-what if you just like…rub against me?” She asked him and he nodded furiously at her suggestion. He didn’t expect them to have sex any time soon, but she wanted him to rub up against her pussy to make himself come? He didn’t require any additional persuasion. She giggled at his eagerness, but how could be anything less than enthusiastic when her little cunt was so warm and wet for him? She was a fucking dream.

“D-d’you want me t’get a condom for that?” He asked her, his wild and slightly wide eyes meeting her own. She leaned up and kissed his lips slowly before responding and then she remembered something and she stopped kissing him, “What is it?” He asked.

“Ummm…y-you’re- you…can’t get me pregnant right?” She asked and he nodded.

“Yeah.” He said and then chuckled, “Yeah, you’re right that I can’t at the moment.” He confirmed and she smiled at his little blunder.

“Then…I don’t think so…you’re clean?” she said timidly and he nodded.

“I can though if you’d prefer, I don’t think finishing will be a problem either way.” He assured her with a slight tinge to his cheeks that he was glad she couldn’t see due to the lighting. She giggled softly as he smiled down at her.

“It’s alright with me, just want you to feel good.” She smiled and he kissed her quickly.

“OK. Can I get something else though?” He asked her and she nodded her head, urging him to continue his question, “A vibrator?” He asked against her kiss-swollen lips and he smiled as he bit down on her lip, her hazy gaze fixed on his as she nodded.

“Yeah…fuck yeah, get the vibrator.” She said as he quickly but carefully moved over her body to reach his bedside table and dug around in there for a moment before he pulled out a little silk bag. He pulled on the clasp to open it up and he pulled out a little bullet about the size of his thumb. She had never been with a man who used toys with her. Well, she’d been with very few men, but she still felt this was rare. But it was exhilarating. He flipped it around in his fingers, trying to find the button to get it on and finally he found it and pressed down. As soon as Diana heard the muted buzzing her pussy started to flutter and she started to get even more wet. She squirmed under him as the anticipation started to get too much.

“I haven’t used this in a while so it’s gonna be a little intense for me, but for you it could ummm…like do you use a toy regularly? We might have different limits.” He explained.

“Oh yeah, but I’m quite sensitive from everything you did to me…” she said and they giggled quietly, “so I think we can start the same.” She finished her thought and he nodded. “Wait, let me get a pillow so it’s a little better angle.” She said and he nodded and helped her raise her hips a bit more so that she was in a better position for him.

Diana’s body jolted and she whimpered when the silicone vibrator was pressed against her clit. Her skin was covered in goosebumps now as the shock of pleasure rippled through her body for a few seconds. Then she felt the warmth and weight of Harry’s erection against the bottom of her vulva. She let her legs fall open further and he sighed in relief as he laid his cock over her dripping pussy and slid up to her clit and held it there for a few seconds to enjoy the vibrations as well. The head of his cock was over her clit as their skin tickled together under the same vibrations. He ground against her expertly and then out of nowhere he clicked it up twice to increase the intensity of the vibrations and now his whole cock was vibrating over the entirety of her pussy.

“Oh fuuu-uuck.” Harry he groaned through a laugh at the way his cock was tingling so hard now. Diana’s opening was getting wetter and wetter as he continued grinding and sliding through her folds. His own pre-cum was adding to the already sticky mess between Diana’s thighs. Her moans and squeals of overstimulation were making his heavy and sperm-filled balls tense up, his body’s way of preparing to unload his cum. He started going a bit faster and increased the intensity of the vibrations once again.

“I’m gonna cum, Harry! Oh fuck!”

“Hang on, baby. J-just wait a little more f’me, I want you to come with me.” He rushed out and she whimpered in protest, “Please, baby. Fuck! I want you to feel me coming all over your little pussy while you come for me.” He grunted . She groaned as she tried to hold off a bit longer. Harry’s lips parted and he let out a deep moan that melted into a whimper as his cock twitched.

“Harry!” Diana whimpered.

“Fuck yeah…here it comes, baby. Come for me, Di. Come for me.” He panted as he started to shoot his warm, milky sperm all up against her pussy. He groaned as he continued thrusting, smearing his big load all over her pussy. Her moans were angelic and he swore he was levitating as the high reached his brain and froze them in time for just a few seconds before they started to come down. Their bodies shook from the now too harsh vibrations and Harry quickly powered down the vibrator to give them relief. He let it drop between her legs before she sat up and grabbed his face as she kissed him deeply. Their lips smacked and melted together for several seconds before she parted with a gasp.

“Harry, I l-” she suddenly cut herself off as her brain caught up with her heart.

“You what?” He asked through a chuckle. Her eyebrows creased in for just a second before she responded.

“I totally blanked.” She said with a perplexed pout and he sniggered and kissed her lips quickly.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked her more seriously.

“Good.” She said softly and then smiled, “Really good.” She tagged in and he smiled.

“Yeah? That was alright?”

“More than alright. It was good! All of it was so, so good.” She assured and he hummed.

“Thought so.” He responded with a soft, but still slightly arrogant, satisfied tone, “Let me get something to clean you.” He said before parting from her and hurrying into his ensuite. When the light flicked on it brought some more color to his bedroom and she thought it was sweet that he definitely had a color scheme going on throughout the home. She glanced over to the door when Harry returning cast a shadow over the bed. He warned her before he cleaned up her mons and over the parts of her he could see he’d busted all over. But he knew she’d need to get cleaned up a little better anyway. She didn’t seem to be shy that he had helped some and it was surprising to him. But when he came back into the once again dark bedroom from the bathroom and laid beside her she was grinning.

“No one’s ever ummm…done that for me before and I… didn’t know how to tell you it was fine before you were back down there.” She said and he chuckled.

“I’m sorry! I thought it was fine!” He apologized right away.

“It’s alright. It’s…considerate!” She said and he chuckled. She reached for his chin and gently pulled him into a kiss again, “I mean it, that was amazing. Thank you for that. And well, for teaching me the benefits of being patient.” She said and he laughed before kissing her again.

“Anytime.” He assured her with a cheeky smile.

“Noted.” She winked, “Ummm, I’m gonna use the bathroom. I’m gonna…steal this from you for a minute.” She said as she picked up his dress shirt from the ground.

“Yeah, of course.” He assured as he sat up, “I’m gonna clean up a bit, OK? Take your time.” He assured and she hurried into the bathroom. Harry sat there for a second with a smile so wide that his cheeks hurt, but he was so happy she liked that. All of it. He knew it’d probably be a bit slower for them, with good reason, but he just wanted to get to know this side of her too. He had honestly expected for her to be a bit more guarded or shy with him than she had been, but maybe she trusted him a lot more than he thought. Whatever it was, it made him happy.

He then got up and got a clean set of briefs on before he hurried to the guest bathroom to wash the vibrator. He checked the bed for any wet spots or stains and decided to leave the comforter on when he didn’t find any and just as he was fluffing up the pillows Diana came out of the bathroom. He smiled at how cute she looked in his dress shirt. She’d rolled up the sleeves so that they weren’t as long and then she saw her clothes neatly laid across the stools at the foot of his bed.

“Forgot these.” She said grabbing her underwear, “Look away for my dignity!” She joked and he chuckled as he covered his eyes playfully as she giggled and started not slip them up her legs. She was just getting them to her knees when he walked over to her and crouched down to tug them up the rest of the way up her legs. He pressed his shirt up over her legs and she held it out of his way as he kissed up her thighs and her lower tummy as he let the band snap into place gently.

“There you are.” He said as he stood and straightened the material of his shirt out so that it was falling to her mid thigh again.

“Thank you.” She said softly and he kissed her lips quickly.

“So, do you want to drink your wine and watch something or are you gonna head home?” He asked her and she smiled.

“We didn’t open that bottle for nothing, did we?” She asked and he chuckled.

“That’s right.” He agreed, “I’ll go get the wine. The remote’s where the vibrator was.” He said with a shy smile, “And uh, make yourself comfy. I’ll be back in a minute.” He said and she nodded. She had been scrolling absentmindedly for a bit before Harry came back with a bed tray with the wine glass, bottle, and other stuff.

“I also brought snacks because I figured we needed to recover our strength after all that.” He said with a chuckle.

“Oh definitely. What’d you bring?” She asked.

“Pitta chips and hummus.” He said and she pouted.

“No junk?” She asked and he chuckled.

“Ummm, no.” he said, “Are you one of those mom’s who has a secret stash of junk food for herself?”

“No! Celeste and I both have stashes and we just pretend to not know about them.” She said and he laughed softly.

“I guess if you’re not withholding snacks from her it’s fine. I haven’t ummm, food shopped actually so I really don’t have any other snacks.” He explained, “I’m quite sad about it too, this is not my preferred snack.” He assured her as she giggled.

“No worries, I like this too. I was just being a fuss.”

“Yeah, alright…” He hummed skeptically and she assured him she did real like hummus and even ate some for him to prove it. Then they just put on Dexter and sat back into the pillows. She was right up against him as they ate and watched for a few minutes before Harry broke the silence. “So…what snacks do you like so I can have some here for you if we…decide to do this again some time?” He asked and she turned to him, biting back her smile.

“Reese’s peanut butter cups and lemon lays.” She said with a smile and he hummed.

“Well, at least we can agree on one of those…” he said and she chuckled.

“What’s wrong with lemon lays?” She asked.

“How do you know I’m referring to the lays?” He asked and she grinned.

“Because you’re white, Harry.” She said with a straight face and he laughed loudly.

“Fair enough…” he mumbled when his laughter died down and she was still laughing softly beside him, “They’re really sour. Like unreasonably sour.” He defended himself.

“Yeah, apparently…” she said and he chuckled, “So our date…should we go in two weeks? Maybe on Saturday?” She asked him and he smiled.

“Yeah, that’s perfect.” He responded and she kissed his cheek once more.

“Perfect.” She hummed.

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