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going-dead · 2 years

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Amongst the Stars

for @lexiepiper

There’s a dead astronaut violently haunting the international space station, and trainee astronaut Danny Fenton offers to go deal with it. (PR322)

Danny had only been in training for a few months, he was still almost a year and a half away from actually making it to space. But after years of college and gaining enough experience on the ground, a year and a half would fly by. Especially since he was literally training to go to space.

He and his co-workers were in the middle of a mock-up space mission when the voice of the head admin of ground control came through the overcome. “Attention emergency code level 3 all available personnel needed in the ISS mission control room. Attention emergency code level 3 all available personnel needed in the ISS mission control room.”

Danny and the rest of his team turned to Terry ,their supervisor, waiting for orders. “You heard her get moving, no time for lollygagging.”

The group headed towards the control room. Danny had been in there a few times now having to learn how things work on the ground before he could start learning how to do things in space. He still got excited whenever he walked through the doors to the room, nowhere near the amount when he stepped into the room the first time but he still had a hard time believing he had made it this far. A far cry from when he was in highschool and had a hard time even getting a C due to constant ghost attacks.

Ghost attacks were a rarity nowadays in Amity, while ghosts were no rare sight by themselves there, they all seemed to realize by Danny’s junior year that they really had no chance against fighting him. Even when he was all the way in Texas they seemed to stay out of trouble. That’s not to say some of them wouldn’t seek him out to fight anyway. It was mainly ghosts like Ember or Johnny 13 and Kitty, though those were more friendly spars now than actual fights. It gave him enough time to actually focus on school and even develop some semblance of a sleep schedule, even if that was ruined the moment he started college and pulled all-nighters to work on projects.

The moment the door opened to mission control Danny’s ears were flooded with noise. When they said all available personeel they really meant it, there were over a dozen people crowded around each desk. It seemed like no one actually knew what was going on, people were yelling out ideas left and right.

“Maybe a hallucinogen made its way onto the station or a chemical leak?”

“That wouldn’t explain why we’re seeing it too.”

“They got bored and decided to play a prank?”

“We are talking about professionals here, I would hope they would be smarter than pulling a prank on the people that help keep them alive. Not to mention we had all of the astronauts accounted for. Where would they get an extra person?”

Danny walked over to a computer to try and figure out what was going on, no one seemed like they were up to telling him, or even knew for themselves. There were clips playing on the computer. At first it was just of the astronauts of the ISS going about their daily duties, soon things started to get weird. Anything not bolted down started to move around through the air as if someone was throwing them, and the lights would flicker every once in a while. The next clip showed one of the astronauts, Maria, floating through the station before getting yanked back as if someone grabbed her by the back of her shirt. The final clip though told Danny everything he needed to know.

Floating right in sight of the camera was someone in a suit used for space walks, at least an older model of one they stopped using around two years ago. Or a suit that looked exactly like one but in black instead of white. There was a glow surrounding the suit that was definitely not natural.

“Oh.” Danny let out a breath. There was only one problem, finding someone who would believe him. He looked around the room, he’d have the most luck with someone high up in the chain of command. He spotted Jamie, she was the highest ranked in the room, the head of ground control, the same one who gave the order for everyone to make their way here and was shooting down each suggestion as they came up. Well he certainly wasn't going to shout his suggestion out loud to the whole group, so he made his way over to where she was standing at the back of the room.

“Ma’am, I know what’s happening. It might not sound believable but I really need you to trust me on this one.”

She turned to him, after just finishing yelling at someone for suggesting that the team of astronauts somehow managed to hack into the camera footage and alter the feeds. “I’m willing to hear anything at this point. Go on.”

“It’s a ghost.”

Jamie frowned and Danny braced himself for her to yell at him too, “What did you say your name was?”

Oh no, he wasn’t going to be yelled at, he was going to be fired on the spot. “Daniel Fenton ma’am.”

“Fenton you say?” She raised an eyebrow. “Where are you from?”

“Amity Park ma’am. It’s just a small city in-”

“I am well aware of where Amity Park is. Last name Fenton as in Fentonworks Fenton? Jack and Madeline Fenton?”

“Yes, those are my parents.”

“And you’re sure?”

“That they’re my parents? Yeah.” It took Danny five seconds too long to realize that that was not what she was asking. “Oh, I mean yes I am positive it’s a ghost. Only way I could be more positive would be if I was up there myself. I’d be able to help if I was, but I really don’t know how much I could do from the ground, especially if they don’t have any ecto weapons with them.”

She looked him up and down. “You’re one of our astronaut candidates, correct?” Danny nodded his head. Jamie looked through the crowd of people before seeming to find who she was looking for. “Terry, with me!”

Terry made his way over towards them and seemed to realize Danny had been talking to Jamie. “Is he bothering you miss? I’m sorry he’s a very smart kid, he can get pretty excited about pretty much anything that has to do with space though.”

Danny repressed the urge to point out he was twenty five definitely not a kid, even if he still couldn’t grow a beard. Though compared to Terry he was pretty young “How competent are you in his ability to handle himself in space?”

Terry gave Danny a look that very clearly read ‘what the hell did you say to her’. “He’s very promising miss. He is able to figure out the equipment quickly after being shown how to use it, and he took to the mock zero gravity trials like a fish to water. He even had no issues in the vomit comet, sorry, the KC-135, he even asked if he could try it again because it was ‘fun’.”

To be fair a lot of the equipment is pretty similar to his parents own inventions, the Specter Speeder especially. And experiencing sudden zero gravity doesn’t affect him all that much since he is able to choose if he wanted gravity to affect him in the first place.

“We’re sending him up to deal with the situation then.” Jamie said.

Terry frowned. “Miss respectfully, but he still has a year and a half left of training before we even could consider sending him up. I can not see any possible situation where we would have to send an unqualified personnel to deal with whatever this is, especially since we have multiple, fully trained astronauts at the ready. It’d be extremely dangerous, and I refuse to let you put one of my men at such a big risk like that.”

Jamie rubbed at her temples. “Both of you come with me.” She started to move before either of the two could respond. She took them to a side room and closed the door. “Terry, what do you know about Daniel’s childhood growing up?”

“Is this really a good time to-” Terry started.

“Answer the question!”

Terry leaned back slightly. “He doesn’t talk much about anything before college to be honest.” He looked at Danny out of the corner of his eye. “He has an older sister who despite only being in the field for a short amount of time is already renowned in the field of child psychology, and his parents are some sort of inventors. He grew up in a small city and visits during the holidays. I think he’s mentioned a dog offhandedly a few times. But that’s about it.”

“The city’s name is Amity Park.” Jamie said. “It’s a hotspot for ghost activity.”

Danny could tell Terry was trying to mask his look of doubt. “Did you say ghost activity? Could you please elaborate?”

So she did. She gave him a quick rundown on Amity Park and how Danny’s parents were talented in the field of ecto-sciences, Danny interjecting every once in a while to give clarification. By the end Danny recognized the look on his face as one many newcomers had when they moved to Amity, not many of them stayed much longer. Terry however seemd to put whatever thoughts he had aside for the moment.

“That does not change the fact that he is not fully trained to pilot a spacecraft up to the ISS. Not even counting the fact that it would still take an entire day to make it to the station, leaving the crew alone with apparently a dangerous ghost! There has to be another option.”

“If you have suggestions I’d be all for hearing them.” Jamie crossed her arms.

He wasn’t wrong. Even with Danny’s own experience with the Specter Speeder he still didn’t have any actual experience with the spacecraft used to get to the ISS. Not to mention leaving the crew alone with a potentially deadly ghost for twenty four hours did not sit well with Danny one bit.

“I actually might have a solution.” Danny said, raising his hand.

That’s how he found himself in the Specter Speeder in the Ghost Zone, after they paid for him to get rushed back to Amity. He was looking for a natural portal exit that would get him near the ISS. There had to be one somewhere, the ghost wouldn’t have been able to make it onto the station otherwise. It thankfully only took him about an hour to find one.

Driving through the portal it was actually unnerving how close it was to the station. He quickly shook the feeling off, the Specter Speeder was made for the Ghost Zone; it could only handle the conditions of space for so long he didn’t have time to worry. The moment he docked his ghost sense went off. The docking was a bit rough but nothing was damaged so he would take what he could. He grabbed the bag of supplies, the thermos and ecto-gun he took with him and attached them to his belt. He still wasn't too fond of being around ecto-guns even after telling his parents he was Phantom, but it was either using that or explaining to all of NASA why he can shoot green lasers from his hand.

He needed to get this done quickly, the Specter Speeder had at least five hours before it started to malfunction, but the portal could become unstable and close any minute. “Danny to mission control, I am aboard the ISS. Proceeding now to where the crew reported they were gathered. Over.” He said into the comms device they gave him before departing.

“Mission control to Danny. Understood, the crew has been notified of your arrival. Over.”

Danny never thought his first time on the ISS would be because he was sent to fight a ghost but he’d take what he could get. He’d have time to be excited later he reminded himself as he made his way to the crew. He wasn’t exactly met with a warm welcome when he made it there though.

“Heya I’m Danny, NASA’s resident ghost hunter apparently.”

“They only sent one person? This thing has been slowly terrorizing us until it actually attacked and they send one person who’s hardly passed basics?” One of the crew protested. His name was Steven and if Danny remembered correctly, which he did, he was the second oldest onboard.

“Oh you know other ghost hunter astronauts? You should have said something I would have loved to have someone to talk to on the way here.” Danny smiled.

Steven pushed off from the wall floating towards Danny, his jaw clenched. “They could have sent someone with some space experience along with you at least.”

Danny shrugged. “I mean yeah, I guess. But I’m here to protect you guys because you don’t know how to fight a ghost. If I brought someone else with me who also didn’t know they would just get in my way.” Danny opened the bag he brought and started handing out Specter Deflectors. “Now,” he clapped his hands, “put those on if you don’t want to get overshadowed, that is possessed.”

“Don’t you need one?” Maria, the same woman who was thrown by the ghost in the video, asked.

Danny shook his head. “Nah trust me I’ll be fine.”

“You seem pretty confident. How are you not worried about this thing taking the whole station down? If you were smart you’d be a bit more worried.” Steve spoke up again.

“Wow. I’ll let you off the hook this time because you’re probably just scared for your life. But it’s really disappointing that you seem like a total ass right now. Especially since you all are living my literal dream working up here, and I looked up to all the astronauts who ever worked here. The rest of you seem pretty chill though, keep at it.” Given, the rest of them other than Steve and Maria had yet to talk. Probably because finding out ghosts are real and one is haunting you while floating in space would make almost anyone freak out and not talk for a bit.

Danny went around making sure they all put the Specter Deflectors on correctly before he went to look for the ghost. “If the ghost shows up here let me know right away.” He’d prefer to keep the humans away from this as much as possible. Both so they can’t be used as a hostage and in case the ghost says something he’d have a hard time explaining. Even if he didn’t recognize the ghost doesn’t mean the ghost wouldn’t recognize him, or his ecto-signature. Most ghosts in the Zone were at least aware of him at this point.

He made his way through the station, making sure to remember to push off of the walls to move instead of just flying. No doubt they were watching him through the surveillance cameras. It didn’t take long to find the ghost, it was like it wasn’t even trying to hide it’s ecto-signature, even a normal human would be able to find it,

“Come on out, I really don’t want to hurt you, I'd rather we just talk this out ghost to Danny.” It wasn’t a lie, if he could minimize damage to the station that would be ideal. The ghost stayed invisible. Danny sighed, it would work best for both him and the ghost if it showed itself willingly.

He rolled his eyes before letting his core flair, flooding the area with his ecto-signature, just enough that his physical appearance wouldn’t change. Not like anyone here had the tech for ecto-readings so he wasn’t in any danger of being found out.

Evidently that was enough to scare the ghost into showing itself. Being this close gave Danny a great opportunity to look the ghost over. Honestly the inverted colors of the spacesuit the ghost was wearing reminded him of the jumpsuit he had as Phantom if it was bulkier. Which made sense, he asked his dad to make his jumpsuit look like a space suit, it was kind of a shame the look got messed up in the portal accident.

“You can’t be here!” The ghost said.

“I mean I clearly am.”

“No, not like that. You can’t be here, it's not safe! It’s too dangerous for anyone. Everyone has to leave! Why won't anyone listen?” The lights in the station flickered as the ghost yelled the last part.

Well now Danny was just confused, he was pretty sure the thing making the station ‘not safe’, other than the general danger of being in space, was floating right in front of him. He looked at the ghost closer and noticed a name on the front of the suit.

‘A. Hayes’

It only took Danny a second to recognize the name. A. Hayes, or Anothony Hayes was an astronaut who died three years ago during a space walk after there was a malfunction with his suit. The situation became very clear very quickly. Ghosts usually don’t fully form right after their deaths. It takes time for their form to fully develop around their core, it could take years for a ghost to fully form, or it could just never happen if there isn’t enough ectoplasm around to even form into a true ghost. The portal right outside the station probably provided him enough ectoplasm to finish developing.

Which meant he probably had only been conscious for a few days. From what Danny could tell he hadn't even been to the Ghost Zone yet which wasn’t uncommon for newly born ghosts but it did mean he might not even have realized he was a ghost. Danny hated having the ‘you’re a ghost now’ conversation, he only had to do it 2 times before now but it was always awkward.

“Why do you think it’s dangerous Anthony?” Danny asked, he had to get him somewhat comfortable with him first.

“Are you a crewmate?” Anthony asked. “Of course you are, how else could you get up here. Apologies I think that close call on my walk messed with my head a bit, I can’t seem to remember you. We’ll have to let the ground force know, I might have to go down to get checked out.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m Danny. Can you answer my question, why do you think it’s dangerous?”

Danny was pretty sure even if he couldn’t see Anthony’s face through the helmet, was there a face under there or was it just ectoplasm, he was looking at him like it was obvious. “Our equipment all needs to be rechecked. If I barely made it back alive from the walk because of my suit malfunction, who knows what else was missed during safety checks.”

Danny winced. “About that. You didn’t. Make it back alive that is.”

“What do you mean? I’m right here, you’re talking to me right now.”

“We’re in a different orbit location than you remember last aren’t we? You can’t seem to recognize any of the crew right? Look at yourself Anthony. You said your suit malfunctioned. Why are you still wearing it, why does it look wrong? You didn’t make it back alive, you’re a ghost.”

Anthony seemed to truly look at himself for the first time, down at his hands, he went to grab his head but was met with a helmet instead. “But I can’t be. I have a husband at home, I have a daughter she just got into her dream school. We were going to celebrate when I got back home. I had so much I still wanted to do, so much I needed to do. ” The lights were flickering again, a mentally unstable ghost who didn't know how to control their abilities yet could be dangerous . “I’m not even human anymore, am I? Do I have a soul still, did I ever? I never believed in an afterlife, I am a man of science- no I was a man of science. Oh my god I was. I’m not anything anymore.”

“Anthony, I know how you feel. You’re certainly older than me but you still had so much life left. All of your beliefs are being challenged at once and it’s too much.” He certainly had his own freak out as well, and his brain wasn’t even fully developed enough to fully realize what happened at the time.

“How could you possibly know how I feel!?” He yelled and the station shook.

Danny had to diffuse this, and fast. “Pull yourself together, do you want to be responsible for the death of the entire crew of this ship?”

“Pull myself together? Did you just tell me to pull myself together? I just found out I died.” Another shake.

Danny rolled his eyes. He was getting nowhere like this. “Fine if you want to keep putting others in danger.” He pulled the ecto-gun from where it was hanging on his belt, and righted himself in an upward position steadying himself on a rail on the wall to keep himself from flying back from the gun's recoil.

Anthony zeroed in on Danny’s hand. “Is that a gun? I won’t let you kill me a second time.” The station shook even more, not seeming to stop.

“Shut up.” Danny said as Anthony flew at him. Then he pulled the trigger and put the gun back on his belt. Well that was that..

The shaking stopped with the ghost, eyes wide as he looked behind him where there was now a destroyed surveillance camera broken and covered in ectoplasm. “You missed.” He laughed.

“Daniel what the hell are you doing? We can’t see anything now.” Jamie yelled through the communication device in his ear.

“Oops.” He replied before taking the communication device out of his year and crushed it in his hand and dropped it. The pieces floating through the air around him.

“Now.” Danny started, turning back to Anthony. He let go of the rail, no longer having to keep up the appearance of needing it. “Like I said before I know how you feel. I’m not saying that just to placate you. And trust me I do feel bad for you, but you’re going about this in the wrong way.”

“The wrong way? I deserve to be angry! My life was cut short because of someone else's mistake.”

“Oh anger sure you definitely deserve to feel angry. But I will not let you endanger the dream job I’ve had since I was five. And I certainly will not let you endanger the lives of seven people because you feel like you deserve to throw a tantrum to deal with that anger.”

“There are eight people on the station counting you?” Apparently the confusion briefly snapped him out of his anger, but only briefly. “It doesn’t matter, I can use you all as hostages to find whoever made the suit and caused me to die.”

Dang he went from trying to keep his perceived crewmates safe from a danger that wasn’t there to using them as hostages real quick. Newly formed ghosts had the worst emotional regulation. “No. I definitely meant seven. I said the lives of seven people, I haven’t been able to fully count myself as alive in about eleven years at this point.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Anthony asked.

Danny let himself transform. “Hi I’m Danny Fenton also known as the ghost Phantom. I had a bit of an unfortunate accident with my parents' lab equipment when I was fourteen, turns out lab safety is no joke. So like I said. I know exactly how you feel. I can even tell you more if you’d like but first I really should get you to the Ghost Zone. I’d love to talk more after that. So you can cooperate or…” Danny smiled, “...you’ll find out just why even the ghosts of long dead gods fear me. Your choice though!”

Anthony shrinked back with a shake of his head. Oops he let his core flair up just a bit too much there. He really hoped the humans on the ship were far enough away that they didn't feel that. “Picking the easy way? Good, I’m just gonna put you in this thermos for safe keeping for a bit. No worries you’ll be there for like an hour tops.”

He made quick work sucking Anthony into the thermos and detransforming. Good thing too, he heard the sound voices coming towards him. “Danny! You’re okay.” Maria said, making her way towards him, the rest of the crew not far behind.

“I mean, yeah? I told you guys I’d be fine.”

“Well there was a bunch of shaking then Mission Control told us you shot the camera out then your comms went out. After that there was a huge wave of cold and an immense pressure that hit all of us. We sort of assumed the worst.” Steven said.

“Aw I didn’t know you cared.” Danny said, placing a hand to his chest. “But yeah I’m fine. Things got a bit more heated with the ghost than I thought it would.” Not really he had it all under control. “So I went to shoot the ghost but the station shook so much it made me miss my first shot. The ghost got pretty angry I shot at it, it ended up breaking my comms. The ghost getting angry was the source of that cold and pressure feeling too. I got him on my second shot so no need to worry now.” Danny lied through his teeth.

“That makes sense and of course I would care if you’re okay or not, I’m not a monster.” Steven said.

Danny hummed. “Well I really need to get back, the ship I took here isn’t what I’d call stable out here. It really was an honor meeting you all, and I hope one day I can call you my crewmates. Until then!” Danny waved and made his way towards where the Specter Speeder was docked. He could tell the rest of them were following behind him. He finally turned around when he made it to the Specter Speeder. “Did you need anything else?”

“No, we just all wanted to say thank you.” Maria said. Then a chorus of thank you’s came from the crew.

“Like I said it really was no sweat.”

“It saved us though so it means a lot to us.” Maria said.

This was why Danny never stayed around after ghost fights, excessive praise was weird. Also because most of Amity hated him at first and yelled at him for the property damage that saving them all from the ghosts caused. Can’t please them all. “We’ll then you’re welcome. I do really need to leave though.”

He left them with a wave. He made his way back into the Ghost Zone just in time, he could feel the portal start to become unstable. Instead of flying back to his parents' portal he made his way to the Far Frozen. Frostbite would be able to help get Anthony used to being a ghost. He certainly helped Danny. Unfortunately he couldn’t say long to talk, just giving Frostbite a brief rundown and saying goodbye to Anthony promising both of them he’d visit soon.

It was still going to be a long trip back to Texas. Maybe he could convince them to give him the day off for saving the entire ISS. Or maybe even two days.

Those hopes were dashed when Jamie met him at the airport, at two in the morning, when he got off the plane and handed him a huge stack of paper. “The higher-ups want an incident report on their desks by the time they get into the office in the morning.”

Danny groaned. “Really?”

“Yes. You can get started in the car. Or would you rather do mine? It’s about three times larger than yours, and I have to explain why we didn’t have a fully trained astronaut who could fight ghosts.” Jamie said.

“Why would you even need one before now?” Danny asked, looking gloomy down at the stack of papers in his hands. Looked like he’d be pulling an all nighter.

“We didn't, that's why we don’t have one on hand. Apparently that's not a good enough reason for them though. Not like they know anything other than their cozy little offices.” Jamie huffed.

“Dang that sucks.”

Jamie hummed in agreement as the two of them got in the back seat of the car waiting for them. “Also, congratulations once you’re training finishes you’ll be promoted to NASA’s first astroparanormal hunter.”

“Wait what?” She didn’t grace him with an answer, already starting on her own paperwork. Man he couldn't escape his parents dream of him to become a ghost hunter even if he went to work in space.

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delicrieux · 4 years

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PART 8: CAT BOYS

... it’s late into the night and y/n is streaming with one of her new friends, sykkuno. running on caffeine and redbull is apparently not enough because she falls asleep on his shoulder 45 minutes into their cyberpunk gameplay. at that exact moment, twitter goes up in flames.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (because i was threatened by thirsty anons) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 1.8k author’s note: here it is...what yall been asking for. literally had to add a new part for this but i loved this idea sm i couldnt just nOT NOT do it. i tried writing this with the same energy as the smau lmao so expect chaos as always. hope you enjoy it and as always lmk what u think! hopefully yall wont go too feral, but tbh thats prolly too much to ask for xx EDIT: srr for the fucky format tumbler dot com is being lame

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Such a back and forth continues for the better part of the day as you get ready. Corpse only whines a bit when you forget to text him back - you are packing, and your prestigious cat ears you bought from Amazon for 10$ deserve exquisite care - which only fuels your seemingly bottomless hunger for mischief, leading to you sneakily ignoring him more. When your phone lights up with a message, you giggle, giddy with excitement. Your laughter only gets louder and more erratic, to the point where Rae had busted down your door and threw her Hello Kitty plush at you - one you’d gotten her, mind you! - and told you to just “Shut the fuck up!”

Ungrateful. You know not everyone can appreciate your sense of humor, or stand your hyena like cackle, but that was uncalled for and you told her as much. Noting the mess your room is in (more than usual, that’s for certain), she leans onto the door frame, crossing her arms over her chest, pretty brown eyes twinkling curiously, “Where you off to?”

“So I had this idea-” You start, but are promptly shut down with a raise of her palm.

“Already know it’s a bad one.”

Insulted, and hurt, you clutch your heart. As if she had not mocked you enough today, “Rae...The hell, that’s so mean...” You mutter, face scrunching into a soft frown, “I only wanted to tell you what me and Syk thought of.”

“Oh?” Intrigued, she raises a brow, “Continue.”

“Gee, thanks for letting me this time.” You mumble, rolling your eyes, “So. We thought we’d stream together. The catch? In the same room! We’ll be playing Cyberpunk. Gotta cash in while the hype is still up.” You add, making her snort, “And, ya know, the whole cat boy business...We’ll be wearing matching cat ears. Admit it, I’m a genius.”

She’s quiet for a moment, mulling over your words; you can practically see the gears in her head turning. She glances around the room, then briefly at you, strangely apprehensive. “You sure that’s a good idea?”

Well, that is definitely not what you expected her to say. You figured it’d be more along the lines of you’d be one ugly cat. “Huh?” Is all you manage to stutter, “What do you mean?”

She gives you a look, one all people give when something is so plainly obvious, “Y/n. You do know the stans will go wild, right? And you do remember our conversation involving Corp-”

“Nope!” You exclaim cheerily with a bright smile to match. You don’t want to think about that. The relationship between you and Corpse is strictly platonic, and besides, seeing Twitter loosing their shit is always funny, and you never miss an opportunity to mess with your fans. Sykkuno is also a good friend, albeit a new one. This supposed flirting from Corpse’s end Rae deduced was nothing more than her projecting her feelings onto the situation. She always liked shoujo anime and was probably thinking one was happening right in front of her. Not a chance. Corpse was just being a friendly crackhead. Your energies mesh beautifully.

Like, beautifully in a strictly friend way. Absolutely nothing more than that.

She gives up, naturally, arguing with a wall would be more productive than arguing with you. You’re such a (Zodiac sign).

“Well,” She mumbles, ticking her head to the side, leaning off of the door frame and turning to leave, “Don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”

Your grin melts as soon as she leaves. Glancing at your bag, you shove your last necessities in with newfound hesitance.

Nothing bad will happen, right?

...Right?

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It is well past the generally set “appropriate” time to hang out, but since quarantine, what is appropriate anymore anyway? You’ve never been in Sykkuno’s apartment, but now that you’re here it’s...strangely him. Every corner seems tailored to his specific requirements. It’s cozy, and pleasantly warm - it’s a bit chilly in LA, as surprising as that is.

He’s even shyer than you remember him being. And a whole lot more awkward, but in an endearing way, a way that makes you want to laugh and try to reassure him that it’s just you and he has nothing to worry about. While you hung out only once, the history you share is rich and tender. From him following you on Twitter and subsequently prematurely ending your stream, to kidnapping a stray cat affectionately named Juan. His long lost brother, Juan (no the Second, just Juan), lives in your Minecraft server.

His stream room is sadly bare. There’s an appalling lack of merch or fairy lights. Not even led-lights. It’s a good thing you brought your own. As you try to decided which color would be best - his signature lime green, reminiscent of his adorable Among Us astronaut, or, perhaps, mischievous violet? - he boots the game and tweets out a quick “streaming with y/n in ten mins! come one come all!”

“You should probably tell your fans, too.” He mumbles, looking somewhere above your shoulder. You settle with cherry blossom pink. Glancing at him, you shrug.

“Ah, do it for me, please?”

“Oh!” He hiccups, “Uhm, I wouldn’t want to pry and I don’t know your password and-”

“It doesn’t have a password.” You had removed it, knowing something like this would happen. Bless your foresight, you did not want him to know it was demonspiitinmymouth. Before he could protest further, you rush to the nearest mirror to put on your cat ears and make sure they aren’t crooked. You look absolutely adorable. The cat boys in your dms will go feral. Hell, you might just go feral looking at yourself! Sykkuno is not ready. No one is. This will be a stream to remember.

When you return (with flourish of course), he’s anxiously fidgeting by his computer, his own little cat ears, one’s he wore for the Halloween stream, peaking out from his silky brown hair. You have to suppress a squeal. When he catches you gaze he gives the kindest, sweetest little smile.

“They, uh--” He points at you, then decides it’s rude to point, bringing his hand back to his lap, then clutching his mouse, lastly releasing a sound stuck between a chuckle and a wheeze, “suit you, uhm, a lot!” He finishes with a resolute nod, quickly spinning in his chair and away from you.

This is the reaction you desired. All is going according to plan. Is this what God feels like? If not, then you pity her. She’s missing out.

Taking a seat next to him - he had been gracious enough to haul you a spare chair from the kitchen - you draw closer, and he, instinctively, shrinks away with another nervous chuckle.

“You have, uhm... I-I didn’t look!” He quickly chimes. You raise a brow, “Uhm, unopened messages? From Corpse? He texted you when I was tweeting! I didn’t mean to look, I’m sorry-”

Instantly, you recall the famous vine with the scandalous “daddy chill” line, though refrain from saying it aloud. You love havoc, but you’re not evil (Rae would ardently disagree with you, though). Instead, you just shrug, “’S fine, don’t worry. I’ll text him back later. Let’s start?”

He nods, but doesn’t look at you. Granted, you don’t think he glanced at you even once since you returned, “...Okay. Ready?”

“Ready!”

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You’re much too immersed into the game and Sykkuno’s twitch chat to even check what’s happening on Twitter, but your estimated guess is that everyone’s going crazy. The stream chat is unruly as well, but missing the signature Twitter spark. Most of the chaos is bravely lead by your fans. Sykkuno’s, much like the man himself, are too nice to scream so unabashedly.

Perhaps you excitement had been a bit too taxing, perhaps drinking 5 coffees and 2 energy drinks today and not enough water are to blame for the sudden drowsiness you’re feeling, but you can’t focus on the swimming chat or the abundance of cut-scenes at the starting point of the game. You steadily draw nearer and he, more composed in front of his audience, doesn’t react. About ten more minutes of hoovering by his shoulder and muttering soft commentary, and you feel yourself slipping.

The last coherent thought you have is a few choice words directed at caffeine itself for having the opposite effect of you at the worst time possible.

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You float in oblivion for perhaps ten minutes at best. Once you awake with a startle, you shower Sykkuno in shy apologies and he quickly reassures you that it’s fine and that he didn’t mind at all!

“Though,” He adds after a thoughtful pause, “not sure if it was very, uh, comfortable?”

His stream chat spams uwu and variations of similar kind. The stream continues for a few more hours before the both of you wish everyone a good night.

While you planned on wreaking absolute havoc, this sudden falling asleep was unexpected. You pondered the consequences of such an innocent, unplanned act whilst ubering home, fearing to check your phone which by now was blowing up with not only Twitter notifications but also Rae’s angry messages that vaguely read “what the fuck y/n”. Within the past two hours she had left 57 messages on all platforms collectively, including 7 calls.

Corpse’s last text was over three hours ago.

Now that’s strange. Worry festers quickly. Briefly glancing at your surroundings - the pretty glimmer of passing street lights, neon signs, familiar buildings - you decide that it’s time to check what kind of nuclear explosion you’ve caused.

Your heart drops to the bottom of your stomach as you scroll past the hundreds of tweets and mentions. Scan through Rae’s messages.

You had failed to prepare ahead. Every explosion of such kind is followed by nuclear winter. And Corpse’s lack of messages feels especially cold.

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Not you smiling like a fucking idiot reading his last message! You shrink into the backseat, afraid the driver will accidentally look into the rear-view mirror and see you a bit too happy before asking questions. Good news? Yeah, but it’s not like it’s his any beeswax! In the words of Rihanna, just shut up and drive.

This argument had not yet happened, but you’re preparing, just in case.

As you think up of potential scenarios, your eyes drill into Corpse’s goodnight text. You’ve looked at it enough. Time to turn the phone screen off. Leave the app, at the very least. When the screen dims you instantly press on it to wake it up. This is embarrassing. Maybe the deadly amount of caffeine really did mess you up, big time. Your heart races in your chest, painfully almost. You feel a bit sick. Worst of all, you can’t stop smiling.

A notification from Rae makes you snap out of it. Ah, one more demon to deal with.

However, before you talk to her, you really need to tell Twitter that you’re not with Sykkuno. And apologize to Sykkuno as well.

At least Corpse doesn’t hate you.

Fucking hell, just exit the chat you idiot!

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SK8ER BOI II- Ollie

A/N: oooOOOO here we go! a little more development before the rollercoaster starts. The little angsty elements make it that much more exciting though. Enjoy! - n + d

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pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

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The next day at school, it wasn’t hard to find Y/N. She stood with her friends as Harry skated past, waving at her as he went by. His black sweater and jeans were practical and normal wear.

“Since when were you friends with him?” One of her friends asked with raised brows. “He’s not the most social of them all.”

It was true. Harry tended to keep to himself and minded his own business, stayed with his group of friends and didn’t bother anyone. He hooked up at parties to be people’s bad boy fantasies and all that but he wasn’t much of a talker in social situations. Not a lot was known about him besides he smoked weed, drank, hooked up and was generally a nice guy. You could label him a stoner skater and it wouldn’t be wrong.

It was really nice to see Harry, Y/N thought it was cute that he waved when he skated past. It did bring a smile to her face. “Oh, we’re assigned partners for Mr. Beck’s anatomy class.” Y/N explained, “he’s actually really nice. Easy to work with.” She nodded and noticed Timmy looking at her with furrowed brows. “I’m going over again on Friday to work on it.” She let him know, wrapping her arm around his waist from behind and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You alright?” Of course Y/N just had to act as she would normally, she couldn’t let anyone know of her little secret. It wasn’t that hard keeping up with Timmy though, she did genuinely care about him and affection was her immediate way of interacting with him. Hugs, kisses, nothing had changed really.

“Nothing, babe, was just curious.” Timothée smiled down at her and leaned down to peck her lips. Y/N rested her head on his shoulder and sighed, that spark really wasn’t there.

Even Harry noticed, there was no chemistry. Lighting up a cigarette, he leaned against the tree with Niall talking Zayn’s ear off, watching the couple. It looked like they were friendly but the guys’ arm stayed on her arm. The boy didn’t loop around her waist, didn’t hold her body closer— no. It was a very obvious thing to him now more than ever.

“I’m positive he’s not into girls.” Harry said. “Nothing wrong with it but... Y/N’s hot. He’s literally not touching her at all.” He spoke lowly. His friends didn’t know he was hooking up with her and it was normal for him to have random outbursts like this so it was okay for him to say.

“Ya think? He looks sickly whenever she kisses him.” Niall snickered. “It’s fine but, he shouldn’t string the poor girl along.”

Harry agreed.

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The rest of the week went by just fine but realistically Y/N was excited for Friday. Maybe it was bad of her to get all ready for him as if they were a thing, but she wanted to feel nice and look nice for him even if it was just someone she was hooking up with. Y/N had taken extra precautions, telling her mom she was working on a project with a friend but she might go to Timmy’s after to spend the night. Now. Y/N wasn’t sure how long she’d be staying, but just in case. She wanted to have as much time with Harry as she possibly could. So, she got dropped off at Harry’s around 5 after dinner, her heart beat picking up again. She had worn a set of underwear with little hearts on it, thinking it was cute. Y/N didn’t feel comfortable wearing overly sexy sets, they just weren’t her. Hopefully Harry would think they were cute. She wasn’t even sure if they were for real going to do stuff again, but she could only assume so.

He had kept an eye on Y/N and Timmy for the rest of the week and struggled to understand why Y/N was still with the dude. He didn’t pay her much attention. Sure, he would kiss her head or rub her arm but there was no physical affection. From what Harry has seen, Y/N thrived off of being touched. It must be really hard for her. He didn’t know why she went for that and stood for the treatment especially when she was barely getting anything out of the agreement. It confused the fuck out of him. Either way, he tried to stay out of it. the house was clean and Y/N was coming over and he had questions for her, so he would ask them later. He figured if it ran late enough he could order pizza and bring her home. Or whatever she was doing next. It was Friday. He was just planning on smoking and using his telescope.

Y/N texted him saying she was there and smiled up at him when he opened the door. Just as last time, the kitties came running over to greet her and she couldn’t help but smile, again dropping down to pet them all.

“Hi my angels!! I missed you.” She giggled, letting one of them climb up onto her lap. She picked it up and nuzzled against it, pressing a kiss to its nose and hummed as it purred and went to kiss her nose. “Awe, thank you!” She cooed, setting it back down. She stood up when she heard Harry clear his throat, blushing a little. “Hi.” She giggled and brushed her skirt down. Y/N took her shoes off as usual and left them by the door before following him up the stairs to his bedroom. She’d noticed he had candles lit this time, had some fairy lights going too. Was he setting the mood? “It looks nice in here.” She complimented, taking a seat on his bed. “How was your week?” She asked, wanting to make some kind of conversation because she really didn’t want to just blurt out about how she’d been thinking about his dick the whole week.

“Thanks. M’gonna smoke a bit and look at my telescopes later so I made it cozy.” Harry shrugged. Also, it would be easier for her to be comfortable around him. A good atmosphere was important. “What about you?” He laid his laptop out on his bed. Today he was in comfortable clothes. A sweatshirt and joggers but— it was kind of hot. He had a tank top underneath, so he slid it off and let himself be clothed in just the tank. It showed off a nice amount of tattoos. His parents were cool like that. They let him get them as long as he did well. Said it was his body and his choice to regret it if he did one day. “Ah, Muffin likes you.” The orange kitty weaved around her legs, mewing to be picked up. It did indeed love Y/N and her good energy.

“Is that what you do most nights then?” Y/N asked curiously, wondering if astronomy was something he was majorly into. “Didn’t know you were into astronomy.... then again, I don’t know a lot about you so.” Y/N chuckled and blushed, swallowing thickly as she admired his tattoos. “Those are really nice by the way.” She spoke, nodding to his arm. Y/N knew she was awkward with making conversation, but hopefully he got the hint that she wanted to hear more about him if he let her. “I’m supposed to go to Timmy’s later.” She explained, knowing he probably wouldn’t like that. Truth be told, she’d rather stay here with Harry, but she hadn’t spent any time with her boyfriend this week and she felt bad. “Hi muffin.” She cooed down at the kitten in her lap, “you get as cozy as you’d like, okay?” She told the cat not expecting it to respond with a meow. Y/N looked at Harry with wide eyes when it happened, “oh my goodness!!”

He laughed under his breath. She was going to her boyfriends after getting her shit wrecked by Harry? Part of him liked it. She would go and think about how Harry was by far a better choice. There were no ifs ands or buts. He was annoyed on another part because he wasn’t sure why she kept giving the dude the tone of day, but apparently that wasn’t his business. A slight smile came on his face as he looked at her with the cat in her, astonished that she had talked back to her.

“She likes you quite a bit.” He commented, bringing his computer to his lap. “But thanks, about the tattoos. I love em. And I love astronomy. The stars and all that stuff. My dad works at NASA, so I’d like to go there too.” He hummed. “Not an astronaut cause, I’d go crazy being trapped in a ship but... learning about it. It’s cool.”

Y/N was surprised to hear it, but her heart did swell. Something about men that loved the stars made her all gooey because they were naturally dreamers regardless if they saw it that way or not. She knew Harry was artsy, liked that he was in fact, it gave him a lot more depth. Fuck. She needed to stop thinking that way.

“That’s so cool! You have to be really smart for that.” Y/N said, knowing he must have to be a genius to work for NASA. It was an extremely complicated job, lots of math involved, but Harry seemed to be somewhat offended at her question. “No, no— I didn’t mean it like that, I just.. sorry, I knew you were smart I just. I shouldn’t have assumed, I’m sorry.” She spoke, feeling herself blush. He was far smarter than her that’s for sure. She of course was just trying to be a teacher, well.. she didn’t quite know what she wanted to be yet. Y/N was often stuck in feeling like she didn’t really have a purpose.

“It’s cool, I get it. A miswording.” Harry chuckled as he saw her panic that she offended him. He was used to people putting him off as a lazy student because of his looks and calm demeanor. But she obviously didn’t mean it. “Yeah, it’s what I want to do. Lucky my dad is there but I’m not gonna get a job by slacking, so I make sure to get A’s. A lot of people don’t expect it of me but it’s fun. School is really easy for me.” He didn’t have to try. He was that lucky bitch. It came to him naturally. “But what about you? What do you want to do?” He was curious what she would be interested in. If she wanted to be something specific or if she was figuring it out. He could see her doing something artsy or with literature. She seemed to be a bit bookish when it came to that.

Y/N was happy to know he did well in school, glad he found it easy because she was often panicked with how difficult it could be whenever there was all too much going on. “I think that’s great though, it’s nice to have a passion.” She said, petting the kitty in her lap. “I um... I don’t really know yet. I thought I wanted to be a teacher, cause I really like little kids and I’d really like to help them learn.” Y/N explained, “but sometimes I wonder what else I could do? I second guess myself a lot.” It was a struggle for her internally but she knew she’d figure it out eventually. She did have lots of passions, writing being one of them, she just didn’t think it was worth the stress of money. She let out a deep breath, watching the cat jump out of her lap to get some attention from Harry. She went to work on the project wanting to get a lot done so that they could do stuff, if of course he wanted to. Again, she didn’t want to assume that it was a more than one time thing.

“It’s okay. It’s definitely hard. You don’t have to know now. I’m lucky cause my parents just let me find what I like and I was early on with what I liked. They put a pressure on us to know right now and we don’t have to.” Harry shrugged. “My whole side of my dad’s family is into space and engineering. It was funny when he married my mum because they’re kind of opposite? He’s practical in work but goofy as shit at home. My mom is like... the best. But she’s the one who makes sure my dad doesn’t just buy a Jeep for the fuck of it.” He laughed. Their careers and their personalities matched well though. It was easy to open up to Y/N because she genuinely seemed interested in what he had to say. Plus, it wasn’t classified information. “What do you like? You should try and look into stuff that’s like... that you’ll enjoy. No sense in working a job you hate forever.”

“Your parents seem really cool.” Y/N smiled brightly at him, genuinely happy that he had a good life. Harry didn’t deserve to feel hurt ever. No. He had a good head on his shoulders and a great support system. She felt like there was a spot for a nice girl in his life, but it seemed like he wasn’t actively searching for one? Maybe that was a sore subject. She let out a breath, “I really like writing, it’s fun for me to express myself in that way. But I don’t think I’d be a very good writer as a job or anything. That’s mainly why I said I’d be happy with teaching, cause I know I couldn’t ever be upset knowing I’m teaching little kids something... giving them a good example. Know how important it is to have good teachers that make you feel comfortable.” Y/N was really enjoying just getting to know Harry. It was easy talking to him, he was lovely, really. No judgement at all and of course he gave great advice. It was then that she got interrupted by a call. It was Timmy.

“Hey... is everything alright?” She knew he wouldn’t call unless it was urgent.

“Hey, Uh... I don’t think we can do Tonight. We’re super busy with the committee and planning stuff and I wouldn’t be good company.” He said distractedly. He was very focused on being student body president again and he took it far too seriously. “We can go out one day next week? It’ll calm down after I get reelected!” No it wouldn’t. He was always coming up with excuses. “But— sorry, they got food and we’re working on a new slogan for the posters. I’ll talk to you later, sorry.”

Harry could see her face fall and her lip start to tremble. He immediately felt concern, moving to sit up more on the bed and tilted his head as she let the phone fall on the bed. “Hey... what’s up?” He asked gently. Not sure what was going on but knowing that he probably should be concerned by the look on her face. “What happened?”

Of course. Excuses as usual. Y/N was trying, trying really hard to be a good girlfriend or whatever the fuck she was. God, she wanted to have a nice conversation with him today, ask him what had been up with him recently but he had been avoiding her like the plague. He didn’t like her even as a friend? Was that it? Even if he was gay, she could only hope he would tell her instead of stringing her along. Y/N wasn’t sure what to do because realistically it shouldn’t hurt her this much, but she had been with him for three whole years, been best friends before that. Course it hurts. Y/N swallowed thickly, tears starting to fall down her face as she looked at Harry. He’d think it was stupid. It was no secret that Harry didn’t like Timothée, at least to her at least. She didn’t want to look stupid.

“Timmy he’s busy with the campaign is stuff... said we can’t hang out.” Y/N sniffled, wiping her eyes. She was crying more so cause she was embarrassed. She felt like everyone knew and she was just getting dragged along.

Anger welled in him. How many times was this asshole going to hurt her heart? How could he not see he was selfishly dragging this shit out and leading her on when she could be out of that relationship and be shown an actual thing or two about a man.

“No... Y/N, don’t cry.” He whispered. Internally, he felt panicked but he moved over to where she sat and placed an arm around her. “It’s alright. He’s a loser for that. But I feel like there’s more to why you’re so upset about it.” He rubbed her back, trying to soothe her the best he possibly could. “Does he do this a lot?” He was curious, trying to understand her complete meltdown now from him not wanting to hang out. It had to be a common thing if she was this upset over it.

Hearing the words ‘dont cry’ only made her cry more, hiding her face in his chest. She didn’t trust her voice yet, a sob coming from her as she nodded her head to let him know it was a regular thing.

“Sorry...” She sniffled, trying to catch her breath properly. “I’m just embarrassed...” Y/N explained, “cause he just— he’d rather do anything than hang out with me.... and you know, now I’m suspecting he might not be straight, but to his knowledge he still thinks I don’t know. So he’s just— I don’t want to pressure him into coming out if he isn’t ready either! What if he isn't?” She felt more tears fall, wiping them aggressively. “Feel really stupid for being upset cause I feel like everyone knows except for me, and he’s just dragging me along and isn’t even trying to fake it— just hurts cause you know, thought he’d want to at least hang out with me cause he thinks I’m cool or whatever but apparent not.” Y/N felt very hurt, her heart cracking because she felt like everything was falling apart quite quickly and she didn’t want to just dump it all on Harry like this.

“Woah... hold on there. He’s the idiot, bunny.” He left a pet name slip. “What type of person does that shit to someone else? You are very cool. Very pretty. There’s nothing wrong with you. It’s a him issue. A hundred percent not a you thing, love.” He was positive about that. Y/N hadn’t done anything to deserve this, at all. It made him sad to think that she could possibly be feeling as though it’s genuinely her fault. “It’s not stupid to be upset either. It’s valid. Doesn’t matter if he's straight or not. He’s pushing and stringing you along and not giving you anything but a title for it. I watched you both this week a bit. Sorry If that’s creepy but... he doesn’t treat you right. Even as a friend.” He explained. It made him so sad to think that the boy was hurting her for no damn reason. “Can I tell you something? I was wicked excited to hang out with you today. I've been looking forward to it all week. I don’t like hanging with lame people so... you’re definitely very cool.”

Y/N chuckled at his comment, sniffling a bit. “Are you sure you weren’t excited because you knew you’d get some?” She asked, looking up at him with wide eyes. Y/N wasn’t assuming he was like that, but no part of her believed she was cool enough for Harry and her tone displayed that. Harry was being very sweet to her and he absolutely didn’t have to. She could have just excused herself and collected herself and carried on with the project but he was being insistent on calming her down. She let out shaky breaths, staying snuggled into his chest because she found it to be the most comfortable thing. “Sorry I’m crying all over your shirt.” Y/N chuckled and pulled back, looking up at him with her eyes all blown. She liked him. She liked him a lot but she knew that he wouldn’t want to be involved with someone like her. She was such a baby and was scared of everything. She didn’t do drugs, didn’t go to parties, she wasn’t sexy. She just minded her business and watched anime at home.

“Woah... no, that wasn’t why I was excited. I mean, I was hoping we would do something but I wasn’t gonna push it if it didn't feel right. You’re a genuinely cool girl, Y/N. I don’t have a ton of Friends so like... it’s cool to find someone I think I can be friends with.” He was sad she felt that perhaps that was her only worth to him. It wasn’t at all. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about the shirt, I don’t want you to be sad.” He continued rubbing her back gently. Poor Y/N. She was a mess in her mind. “But you’re a lot more than just a hookup. To anyone. You’ve got a ton of worth and you’re fun to be around regardless.” He didn’t like the thought of her being sad. “We can just hang out after we finish the part we’re working on. We’re already ahead. I’ll uh... I can show you some constellations if you wanted?”

It really did mean a lot to her to hear him say that. Y/N always felt that she was constantly in her boyfriend’s shadow, always being called ‘Timmy’s girlfriend’ and never by her name at times. Y/N wanted to be her own person, liked that that’s how Harry saw her. It made her feel all warm inside. Her eyes rested up again but she didn’t cry, a smile finding its way to her face before she practically jumped him with a hug. Y/N squeezed him tight, nuzzling her face into his neck.

“Thank you.” She mumbled quietly against his shoulder, holding on to him tight for a while.

“I’d really like that.. the constellations.” She told him quietly as she loosened her grip, but stayed hugging him closely. It felt really nice.

“Great. There’s a ladder I have— we can get up to the roof and look at ‘em. It’s safe.” He had been up there so much that there was a railing on the roof his dad hired someone to put up. Just in case. “In the meantime, I can order pizza or something while we work? By the time it gets here we’ll be done.” He suggested. Feeling the nod in his neck he smiled, grabbing his phone and calling his favorite pizza place.

She had stayed in his lap while he ordered, his fingers going up and down her side as he got them a cheese and pepperoni as well as some of those cinnamon dessert sticks. She needed it after a hard day. Harry didn’t like physical touch all that much when it came to strangers but he already considered her a friend.

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Working went by rather quickly after her little cry, they’d both decided they had done a lot of work today so they started packing up and Y/N was getting more relaxed. She had put her stuff in her backpack and moved it off of his bed by the door so they had more space. He was getting ready to go outside, gathering some things.

“Know you said you were going to smoke, you still can if you want, don’t want to ruin your night.” Y/N said softly, standing beside him as he opened the door to the roof. It was really cool how he had a place to look at all of the stars, his family must be extremely proud of him.

Harry helped her climb up and gave her a blanket to lay out while he brought all of his stuff up. He seemed really excited to be doing all of this and that made her smile, she was excited to get to know him on this level, hear him talk about things he was passionate about.

In Harry’s eyes, she couldn’t ruin his night. Not when she was excited to learn about the stars and things like that. She didn’t make fun. Instead she accepted his passion and was eager to have him explain. He grabbed some of his equipment, bringing it up so they could look at the planets visible if they wanted to. The door was closed so the cats didn’t follow them up there, Harry also bringing a sweatshirt for her to wear. It felt weird, giving a girl a piece of clothing to wear. Usually he hooked up and left. But Y/N deserved more respect than that. She was hurting.

“Here— Uh, you can wear this cause it’s a bit chilly.” He murmured, handing it to her to put on as he put the telescope down and sat down next to her. She did, and he was happy because it was getting nippy out even though during the day it had been warm. “Let’s see... let’s look at constellations first and then I can show you my telescope and see other stuff.”

Y/N felt really cozy now that she was wrapped up in the warmth of Harry’s sweatshirt. She’d seen him wear it earlier, he also wore it to school. It was a big navy one that said, don’t trip. She knew that this didn’t mean anything though, he just didn’t want her to be cold is all. She pulled the sleeves up over her hands, pawing them up for optimum comfort and laid back on the blankets with him so it was easier to see. She scooted closer, looking up at the clear night sky. It was quite dark outside, but the moonlight illuminated everything just enough for them to be able to see what they were doing. Y/N was looking up at a bunch of stars, clearly, but she only knew a few constellations.

“Alright then, educate me, Mr. Styles.” She said with a small hum, just joking around with him.

“Starting simple I suppose. So... up there.” Harry pointed, getting close to her so they would have similar lines of sight. “That’s the Little Dipper. And right over there? The big one.” He traced them outline with his finger. “When I was little I wanted to be a star. Everyone thought I meant like an actor or something but no. I literally meant I wanted to be one of the stars.” He chuckled. “I study them instead. But it gets a bit overwhelming sometimes.” He adjusted his body so theirs were pushed together for optimum warmth and accuracy. “Each of the stars that makes up the constellation is a different galaxy. Our sun is a star. Isn’t that wild? Like... we are the stars in other universes. We are in their sky.” He paused. “At least if you believe in that sort of things. I do.

Y/N moved so that she was laying on the inner part of his arm, closer to his chest. It was a lot easier to look at them this way. She gasped as he pointed out the two, smiling because it really was beautiful. “You know... I have freckles that look like a Little Dipper on my arm.” She was really proud of that, and felt like he would appreciate the little fact. “Aren’t some of them like... based on Greek myth and stuff?” She asked curiously, naturally nerdy about those types of things. Y/N liked all kinds of mythological stories, loved hearing about what they were meant to teach people. She didn’t necessarily believe, but sometimes she wanted to.

Harry was very comfortable to lay on. They hadn’t exactly cuddled like this before, but she hoped that it wouldn’t be the last time they did this because she was much calmer now. She felt a lot more relaxed.

“Mhm. There’s Orion and his belt. The seven sisters. You can see them over there.” He pointed each one out. “The seven sisters is a star cluster that I particularly like. I always wonder what lies behind them. If it’s incredibly hot wherever it is because of the nearness of the stars.” He liked feeling her lay on him like this. It was relaxing. She was good to lay around with. “I suppose we’ll never know the absolute truth, unless a new technology comes out that allows us to go light years. Or aliens. Either way.” He was joking but also, not really. He believed in aliens. “Over there is the Gemini constellation. The twins. Also an astrological sign. Leo, the lion. Pisces. Represents Aphrodite and Eros tying themselves together to escape typhon, the worst monster in mythology.” Harry murmured. “I sit for hours out here and just stare. I know it’s a bit weird but it’s comforting at the same time it’s scary. That we’re so small and insignificant in the grand scheme of things but... our beings can mean the world to someone else.”

Y/N nodded along, listening intently as he spoke. The sound of his voice alone was soothing, but she found herself turning her head to look at him instead of the stars an awful lot. She thought he was beautiful, especially in the moonlight. She needed to cut it out though. He was a good friend to her, she shouldn’t be getting too ahead of herself when she had just found something good.

“Think it’s really cool... always wondered about stuff like that. Space is really scary but very fascinating.” She said and let out a sigh, “if you ever want to talk about it more, we can...” Y/N blushed, genuinely wanting to hear random space facts if that was something he wanted to do.

She was finding that the little crush she’d always had on him was for good reason. He was a really cool guy. Really really cool. He was so relaxed and laid back, the amount of calmness he displayed was incredible. Maybe hanging out with him more would teach her to relax better.

“Yeah? You’re cool, Y/N.” Harry smiled at her efforts. She was really trying. Really, really trying to be a good friend to him and god if it didn’t make him want to make out with her. “Did you want to smoke with me? If not, I can sit at the roof door and we can talk from a distance so you don’t get any of the smoke.” He questioned. Harry didn’t want to pressure her but he did feel like perhaps she would like it. “It’s not scary or anything.” He could see her internal debate. “You’ll probably cough a bit at first. Some people are different. You’ll also probably be hungry, and it does make you a bit more horny than normal. At least it does for me, 100%.” He laughed. Y/N could benefit from it. “But I like it cause it makes me feel a lot more relaxed and loosened up. It feels nice to not worry about tests or the future for a bit.”

Y/N looked at him with a bashful but curious gaze, “I um... yeah, I’d like to.” She said with a nod. It seemed like a good idea, relaxing? being hungry and horny? Sign her up. She knew he wouldn’t put her up to anything that could endanger her, besides, he did it all the time and he was just fine. She sat up and watched as he took out a little box, pulling out a ziplock bag of green clusters and a circular object. Y/N watched as he broke about a green cluster and placed it into the object, twisting it to grind up the weed. He meticulously rolled up one perfectly packed joint, pulling out a lighter before setting the box to the side. She was a little nervous, but he made it look so easy. Y/N watched as he lit it and inhaled with ease, it looked simple enough. She just had to breathe in. He passed it to her with no rush and she brought it to her lips and inhaled. Y/N felt the smoke fill her lungs but she did start coughing, getting used to the sensation.

“That was so weird.” She laughed a bit as she coughed but took another hit nonetheless, this time a bit more prepared.

“Yeah, it can be trippy when you first try and do it but it gets better.” Harry smiled at her attempts. It was admirable that she was so easily trying new things. It was something he liked about her. She didn’t judge much. They passed it back and forth and Harry had the bright idea to move everything inside before he was too lazy to, first bringing down the telescope and then helping her down the stairs.

“Wait— look at this. Lay on the bed.” He grinned, watching her confused face. He turned the lights down and flicked on the star projector that filled the room with many star-like projections. It made his room look like space. Even better when high. He hopped next to her in his bed. “What do you think?”

Y/N knew that she’d feel all floaty when high, but this was really cool. Everything felt like it was in slow motion. She carefully maneuvered down from the roof with Harry’s help, pulling off the hoodie because she suddenly felt very warm.

“Woah!” Y/N’s eyes went wide as she looked around the room. “You didn’t show me this last time!” She looked at him with a look of wonder. It was very much amusing. She laid back and closed her eyes a bit, just soaking in the moment and how much it smelled like him in his bed. “Feels really nice...” She said lazily to him, “can you come here please?” Y/N asked, her voice going all cute and soft. She just wanted to cuddle again. On the roof it was really nice and she thought it would be even nicer on a bed.

“Yeah, sure.” Harry liked her clingy. She was lovely this way. Being high made her ask for things she wanted, apparently and that was good for his sake. He immediately was met as a cuddly Y/N when he moved closer to her, letting her curl up next to him. Harry was feeling things out but he was curious to know what she liked. What she would want to do if they continued hanging out.

“How do you feel? Both being high and hanging out with me?” He wanted to show her how it felt to have a true friend. Someone who treated her nicely. That oui oui baguette boy obviously didn’t treat her how she needed to be treated. “You want to be friends with me, right? Cause we could do this shit all the time. I smoke with Zayn and Niall but they’re like, suuuuuper obnoxious with it.”

Y/N happily swooped her leg over Harry’s hip, her arm moving around his waist while her head rested on his chest. She sighed feeling finally comfortable, letting out slow and relaxed breaths as he spoke.

“I feel... floaty. Like, I have no thoughts yet somehow I can form sentences? It’s strange, but very cool.” Y/N giggled and shifted her head so she could breath in his scent a bit better. “I do want to be friends with you, you’re really nice.” Y/N spoke honestly, “if you would rather smoke with me or just hang out, we can hang out whenever you want...” Now that she was high she wasn’t really thinking about how things came out, she was sort of just saying them and hoping for the best. “I’m hungry.” She mumbled, “but I’m also comfy.” Y/N huffed, making it out to be the biggest dilemma in human history. She sat up though, remembered they had gotten pizza and smiled when she saw it sitting over on the coffee table. “Harry! You’re a genius!” She smiled and went to grab his cheeks. She kissed him once and got up to go grab the box to bring over to them.

He was surprised at how quickly she had kissed him, scurrying over time the pizza box and coming back to him. It was amazing. Y/N was sitting there looking all sorts of innocent when she had just kissed him and not even thought twice about it. She was munching happily on the pizza and he took a piece as well, letting her get comfy as they sat up on the bed to eat.

“I’m glad you want to hang out with me. I’m a cool guy sometimes, I think.” He had been told many a time that he was cool by his friends but it felt good to know she wanted to be around.

“I think you’ll like my friends. They’re idiots but they mean well.” He did love his friends even when they were stupid. They went to parties together and mooched off of the free alcohol. “But I definitely don’t kiss my friends like I do with you. Nothin’ against them, they’re attractive but, I’m not into beer breath.”

Y/N did a little happy dance while she munched on her pizza, focusing on getting as much as she could into her belly because it seemed like she could swallow the whole earth. “You are a cool guy. The coolest. Everyone at school wants to be friends with you.” She said honestly, knowing the hot gossip. “But I win.” She giggled, taking a sip of her water that she had laying next to her. Y/N felt herself getting full but then again she did just finish her third slice. The cinnamon sticks were her next victims, she let out a moan at the taste. “Really? Well, I don’t really kiss anyone like I kiss you anyway so....” Y/N shrugged, basically saying that he was the only person she kissed with passion and desire. Yeah she kissed Timothée but kissing him was more of a chore now that their relationship was falling apart.

“Yeah? That's a good stroke to my ego.” He did like knowing Y/N was happy with kissing him like that. He couldn’t help but be a bit proud of that. “You’re a great kisser. But if you keep moaning like that I’m gonna be tempted to bend you over.” His threat was lazy but he would happily play with her again. He wasn’t sure about fucking her. He didn’t want her to regret it. But she had the best ass and beautiful tits and he wanted to see her naked. “What? Don’t look shocked. You’re makin’ me hard with that moaning over food. You’ve got a sexy as fuck voice. I like Hearing it. Plus, I’m already attracted to you and know what your pussy tastes like so the weed isn’t helping my cock.”

“Well, I am a bit shocked.” Y/N chuckled, “Didn’t realize I was doing anything.” She blushed, putting the cinnamon sticks down because now they were getting into some serious talk. “I like when you talk like that..” Y/N told him, smoothing over her skirt a bit to try and distract herself but it definitely wasn’t working. The weed was definitely giving her a bit of confidence, mostly because her anxiety was shut off and she was just speaking freely. Of course, she still had that sweet innocence to her, that wouldn’t go away no matter how hard she tired. “Obviously haven’t done anything except for what we did the other day so... know I’m not exactly the sexiest.” She chuckled and looked up at him. She was aware of some of the different things you could do during sex but she wasn’t one to research. It made her feel gross watching other people, most because she didn’t find the men attractive and that was kind of the most important part.

“You’re sexy. Don’t say that about yourself cause you 100% are incredibly sexy.” Harry stopped that right away. He didn’t like her thinking that she was anything but a sexy little thing. “I love your innocence but... trust me. The used panties I came all over prove that you’re hot as fuck. You’ve got a dirty side. Just haven’t tapped into it yet.” He hummed. “I’m glad to know that you like me talking like that. You’ll be happy to know that I am willing to teach you or talk to you about anything you’d want to know, including sex. That much I am a very hands on teacher.” He wiggled his brows to make her laugh. “Do you wanna know somethin?” He asked. When he got the curious look he continued. “I couldn’t stop staring at your ass the other day. When you wore leggings. You stood right in front of the tree my friends and I stand outside of. You got excited and jumped a bit and your ass jiggled. When I tell you I was half hard the rest of the day...” He really was. “You’ve got the best ass. M’obsessed.”

“Really?” Y/N was intrigued. Did he really want to teach her about sex? Would he show her things and make her feel the way she felt the other day? It seemed like an offer she couldn’t pass up at all. “Not turned off by how I don’t know stuff?” She asked with furrowed brows, it was always something she was insecure about. “I know literally nothing though... I don’t really like watching porn it makes me feel gross.” His little story about her ass though? That made her rather excited. She had worn leggings because she had gym that day, thinking that her shirt would cover enough of her ass but clearly it didn’t. Not that she really cared because it was Harry who was looking. “Usually when I wear leggings I don’t wear underwear.” She said mindlessly as she took a sip of her water. “Is that something you like then? Are you like.. a butt guy?” She asked curiously, wanting to know more about what he liked. “I know you... you have a lot of sex, yeah?” Y/N asked with a blush, feeling like she’d get jealous if he answered.

“You weren’t wearing anything under them?” Harry felt his body want to explode. “Just walkin’ about with no panties and.. fuck me.” That was unfair. Cruel, really. He didn’t have his hands on her that day, and he would think of it every day forward. “I am an ass guy. I love tits too, don’t get me wrong but... there’s something about ass I love. But— I mean, I don’t have a ton, no. It depends. S’like an itch. If I need to scratch it, I will.” He could tell she would be disgruntled if he told her about his sexual escapades. “I know enough to teach you stuff. Whatever you’d want to learn. I’m not too shy of a guy when it comes to that stuff so you can ask me whatever you want. As long as you don’t mind me being dirty mouthed when I talk.” Harry got off on words. So knowing she was interested in asking things? He loved that.

“How often do you have an itch?” Y/N asked, raising her brow at him. Y/N did want to know, part of her did even if she would get a bit pissy about it. She had no reason to be territorial, but she just wanted to be the only girl he went to when he did have an itch. Y/N liked whatever they did the other day, no one had ever made her feel like that. She felt so sexy and beautiful and good. “I don’t mind.” Y/N shrugged, moving closer to him to get comfortable again. “It’s hot in here.” She sighed, getting up off the bed so she could take off her little corduroy dress. It still wasn’t enough though so she simply stayed in her little white socks with a laced rim and her set of underwear that had the cute red hearts on it. She slid back down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, “okay so like.. what do you like to do most then? Obviously there’s the actual sex but like, describe your fantasy. Mine happened the other day so honestly everything’s sort of free game now.”

“I swear to god, you’re my wet dream.” Harry closed his eyes as he tried to center himself. “Jesus... look at you.” He muttered, rolling his eyes over her body. “Love this shit. You’re not trying to be sexy, you just are.” His finger ran over the waistband of the panties on her hip before pulling back. “I like.. well, I love anal. Of course I love pussy, specifically the idea of cumming in one. But I haven’t done that yet. M’not into the idea of knocking up someone random but. I can’t lie and say that it isn’t something that’s hot to me. The idea of like... owning someone like that. A part of me in them. It’s hot but a lot of girls would think I’m actually trying time get them pregnant.” He rolled his eyes. “But I love dirty talk. have a filthy mouth and I know you’re aware of it.” He laughed quietly, pinching his bottom lip. “But yeah, I like eating pussy. Obviously. I like dirty shit, but anal is definitely something I love. Think it’s cause it’s a bit wrong in some people’s eyes. And ass is tight as fuck.” His eyes took in her curves. Yeah. Her ass would be the tightest. It’s never been touched. “What do you mean... your fantasy was the other day?”

Y/N was pleased that he liked her little set, “I did wear it for you in all fairness.” She shrugged a bit and flipped over so she was laying on her stomach, looking over at him while she rested on her elbows. Definitely so she could have her ass up and her tits on display. That was a subconscious choice though. “Never even touched my butt in that way before.” Y/N spoke innocently, “does it feel good?” She asked, genuinely curious. Everyone has an ass so of course maybe he’d know how it felt. “Oh, I’ve like... I’ve thought about what happened the other day a lot. Like, sitting in your lap and having you touch me like that and stuff... really like your hands, I think about them a lot too. And your lips, they’re like perfectly plump.” Y/N didn’t realize he didn’t know she had a crush on him. Her high brain assumed she’d told him.

“It does, but you’ve got to work slowly if you’ve never done it before. Some people like pain so they don’t work themselves open before but I always say that you should... ya know, get fingered or licked out back there and make yourself relax.” He wasn’t surprised she hadn’t touched back there though. “I’m interested to know... you’ve thought about me before? I didn’t know this. I didn’t think you realized I existed much.” He raised a brow, eying her ass. He moved a hand down to rest it on her lower back, playing with her panties. “My hands? That’s interesting. I’m just shocked you knew me. Let alone had those thoughts about me. Wow... that’s fucking cute.” He grinned. “What else did you think about me doing to you?”

Y/N looked away from him bashfully, simply letting him touch her however he wanted to. She really liked his forwardness, it got her going. “Yeah... I’ve had a crush on you since freshman year.” Y/N admitted, playing with her hands. “Thought about you a lot, cause like... you’re what I wanted timmy to be like.” High Y/N clearly spoke freely. Y/N had to think about his next question because in all honesty, she didn’t really know. “I haven’t really thought about anything else like that, just the basic stuff... I don’t know about all of the other things, I know lots of people are into different things.” Kinks, she was talking about kinks. “Is there anything like that that you like? Like— stuff that when you think about it you get all gooey inside? Or sometimes it makes you feel really alert and squirmy?” Y/N asked, remembering how often she’d see him and get that way. “Always liked seeing you skate and stuff, like your jaw gets all clenched and you look kind of angry... liked how big and ruff your hands are... and your arms they’re nice too.”

“Yeah... I like some stuff.” Harry coughed. Fuck, he was gonna tell her too. He was liking the honesty between them as well, knowing she was happy to blurt out shit like how she liked his hands and arms and when he got angry. “Kinks... there’s a lot of things I like to try. I don’t think they count as kinks but I do enjoy spanking. Like, I’d kill to spank your ass. See my handprint on it. I like kinda rough stuff. Don’t let this scare you though cause— we don’t have to.” He warned her. It wasn’t intense stuff but he was aware she was a complete virgin. He didn’t want to scare her off. “Like... choking a little. Hair pulling. Spit exchange. I loved when you squirted on me, it was messy and hot and that shit gets me off. S’why I came so fast.” He murmured. “Also would love to try overstimulation on someone. Make ‘em cum as many times as they can take. Toys. I have a few I’d like to buy but I don’t have people who come round to fuck. I wouldn’t do it at home with a rando. so... you’re definitely special.” He laughed. His hand was sneaking lower. “Mm, I love a bit of power exchange. And I like to be called Daddy. Fuckin hot.”

Y/N was very intrigued, her pupils likely blown out by the idea of Harry doing all these things to her. If he liked that kind of stuff, she’d definitely try it, because the other day she felt so good.

“The other day you made me cum like three times and it hurt but like.. it felt good?” She explained, “think I like pain though.” That would explain why she liked the concept of him spanking her so much. She liked the idea of being someone special for him. If he wanted to try stuff with her he could, she just wanted to be adored. It was then, when he told her he liked being called daddy that she felt herself whimper. She was getting really horny just talking about all of this stuff, but she was mostly curious about the ass stuff. So, she decided to be bold because the weed was giving her a new found confidence in her relaxed self. Y/N looked at him for a moment, feeling his hand resting on her ass. She moved it up against his hand and let out another little whine.

“Daddy? Can you play with my bum please?”’

Well, fuck. That was something. Something Harry really, really wanted to do.

“Christ...yeah, I can do that.” He whispered, happy that she was as into this as he was. Because— he definitely was. He moved, rounding her body so he could get the perfect view, the perfect angle so he could touch. He groaned when she stuck it into the air for him, swaying back and forth. She was trying to tempt him, and it was working. He gripped her hips before pulling her towards him, letting out a breath as he took it in. “Fuck me. You've got... the perfect ass.” He whispered, running his hand over it. Pulling the panties up so they were right on her , shaking them a bit before letting them go. “You... are so much trouble, little thing. Aren’t you? Gonna drive me mad.. walkin’ round in leggings with no panties on. Daddy’s gonna have to grab you and play with you next time I see you in them to check.” He muttered, beginning to peel them down. “Fuck, you’re soaked again.” He could see the wetness still stringing to the panties and he used a finger to catch some of it, licking it clean.

It was becoming clear that Y/N was less shy when she was horny. It was the one this she wasn’t afraid of asking for, especially after having that whole conversation with him. She liked knowing what he liked, now she could bring it up if she ever wanted him to touch her. She let out a pleased squeal when he pulled her towards him by the hips, leaning down when her knees brand so her ass could be as high up as possible. Y/N pulled a pillow down so she could rest her head on it and look back at him. She moaned at the idea of him pulling her away at school to mess with her.

“You always make me messy, daddy.” She told him, lifting her legs so he could pull her panties all the way off. Her cunt was needy, absolutely so, but she was intrigued by the idea of ass play. He seemed to be really into it too so she wanted to see him get all excited about it. “Can spank me if you want..” She gave him the go ahead, “Wanna try everything..”

He didn’t take a second chance. His hand came down, firmly on her ass. The panties off, he could see the skin jiggle under his hand and the pink mark begin to show, her squeal doing more to arouse him. Obviously she liked it, so he did it to the second cheek.

“Naughty little girl. Hm. You like daddy’s hands spanking you.” Harry said with pleasure. “So gorgeous.” He rolled it in his hands, squeezing hard on the freshly spanked skin to watch her writhe a little bit. “So you’re dirty like me then.” He hummed, grabbing at her and gently pulling her legs apart. “Let’s see that pretty hole.” Of course it was pretty. Never been touched, small. He was going to wreck it. Even if it wasn’t today. “Fuck. M’gonna fuck this hole if it’s the last damn thing I do. Fuck me.” He leaned over and spit thickly on to it, thumb rubbing gently over it in circles. Letting her get a feel for it.

Y/N liked it. She liked it a lot and it scared her because she was unlocking something she wasn’t sure she was ready to face. That was a problem for sober and none feral Y/N to face, right now she was too busy loving every second of it.

“Mmmmmmm” a long whine came from her as he rolled it in his hand, hands gripping at the pillow. Her legs spread with ease, her eyes closing as she relaxed the best she could. Y/N felt her cunt throb at his words, hearing him spit and feeling it drip down made her go absolutely insane. “Daaaaddyyyyy!” She whined, moving her ass back against his working thumb. Y/N was learning that she was also very impatient. Her cunt was in desperate need of attention and the thumb on her ass was only getting her more worked up. Thank god she’d showered before coming here and she was clean as a whistle.

“That sounds good coming from your mouth.” Harry whispered as his fingers ran over her ass. It was fine now to play with her. Y/N was a needy girl and he was finding this out day by day. “M’gonna play with you. Just lay and take it.” He settles and ran his tongue right on her hole. He knew she had never had this before so he wasn’t surprised when she jolted, but he simply spread her legs open again and took another lick. It was lovely. Not only because Harry genuinely liked eating ass but Y/N squealed, body squirming a bit with each lick. She was mouthy too, saying little babbles of how odd but good it felt.

Just lay and take it.

Oh my did Y/N like the sound of that. The feeling of him licking at her ass was different than when he ate her cunt. It was definitely pleasurable but not the same. Y/N didn’t think she could cum like this, but then again, he hasn’t exactly put his fingers in or anything.

“Feels nice..” She hummed as she got used to it, hands tightening around the pillow. My god what was she doing? She had a boyfriend for fucks sake but this felt so damn good. Y/N couldn’t stop seeing Harry after this whole project thing ended. She needed to do this again, wanted to do this all again. It really couldn’t be anyone but him. He did say he was going to play with her, what else could be in store? “Ah! Daddy!” Y/N squeaked, feeling him poke his tongue inside. Tingles spread through her at the feeling, it did feel really good. It was then that she felt him press his thumb into her, her ass tightening around his finger. It was so unfamiliar, but she knew she just had to relax.

“There we go. Not gonna do too much today work this. Gonna finger you and let you feel it, see the pleasure.” And then eat her out and cum on her ass. It sounded like a good plan. He slowly worked his thumb into her, moving down and licking from clit to her entrance. His thumb worked at her hole, giving her an abundance of sensations. “Hm. Maybe I’ll get a little vibrator and we can put it in your ass while I lick your little pussy. How’s that?” He asked. It was obvious that they weren’t going to stop doing this for a while. He was teaching her all about it now and he wasn’t going to stop. Not now. “Mm. Tastes so fucking good.” He took his thumb out, working in a longer finger. He wanted to fuck her ass with it while he licked at her pussy. “Feels nice too, hm? Havin’ me touch you everywhere?”

She whimpered at his offer, “please daddy..” Y/N pleaded all huffy and needy from the sensations. She was feeling him everywhere... it was making her go a bit crazy, especially because it seemed like an insane amount of teasing. It all felt really good, her whole body was feeling the waves of pleasure and all she could do was lay there and take it like he said.

“Like it so much, daddy... I want to feel more of you..” Y/N knew he would only give her little bits of newness each time, but she really wanted to feel like one with him. She wanted to feel him properly, look him in the eyes and have him make her scream for him like he had before. Y/N was a whiny horny mess all over again, Harry having unlocked pleasures that she didn’t even know existed before today. “So good to me, make me feel so good..” She wished she could thank him in some way, help him out but he was insistent on showing her stuff.

He had made her cum 3 times again. They were even bigger than before and she had in fact squirted again but he loved it. After cleaning up, he had her lazy, fucked out and high body laying on him as he relaxed.

“We’re gonna be good friends.” He hummed. Part of him was worried though. Because very quickly he was feeling a bit of a want for her. One where he could kiss her anytime he wanted but, she still was technically in a relationship. Regardless if he treated her shitty, it was still a title and he didn’t know how to ask her if she was going to break up with him. Did he even want a relationship? Would she want a relationship with him? Was he just a bad boy fantasy?

Regardless, it didn’t matter. Y/N was going to be his friend.

She pressed soft kisses to his chest, relaxing he had yet to get shirtless or naked for her. It was always her. But maybe that’s just how he wanted to keep things. On a friend level.

“Mhm...” Y/N hummed and again nuzzled her face into his neck, pressing soft kisses to his skin. “Thank you again...” She spoke just below his ear. “You me feel special.” Y/N was positive he was an angel sent to her. He truly made her feel like she was some heavenly being, made her reach highs she’d never felt and helped her let go of all the things that have her anxiety. She didn’t know how she could possibly thank him for it, but she would somehow. It wasn’t going to be hard to keep this from Timmy considering he barely hung out with her anymore, but she was going on a date with him sometime next week like he promised. She needed to talk to him, ask him about them and how he felt about them and why they weren’t having sex. She needed to get to the bottom of it.

The weird thing was, Y/N made Harry feel special too. And that scared him a little bit. It was difficult to get Harry to the point where he felt a deep connection with someone because he did fear a betrayal. Granted, he was the one helping her with a betrayal of someone else but... it felt so different. With the girls he slept with before, it was clear cut that it was only one night and it didn’t mean anything besides scratching an itch. He couldn’t say that about Y/N. He cared about her. Even more so finding out she had had a crush on him. It would hurt her more if he was a dick. She was sensitive emotionally and Harry was mindful of that. But he didn’t want to get attached when she already seemed attached to Timmy. He would have broken up with him by now if he was in her position. He wondered why it was taking so long. But either way— he wasn’t going to sleep with her fully until she was single. Just in case.

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[part 3]

A/N: the saga continues.... they really do get bold - n + d

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thedamageofherdays · 3 years

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This week's [06-09-2021 - 12-09-2021] reading log is here! The start of college has kept me busy and has unfortunately left me with a lot less time to read, but I did manage to read some absolute gems. I am always so grateful for everyone who shares their talent in this fandom! 💕

Favourites are marked with a 🌻

🌻 Drawbacks (and perks) of dressing in the dark by unremarkable @otp-holic [Stucky, 964 words, Teen]

The aftermath of an unexpected "mission" in Williamsburg.

Alpine, the Tripod Kitty by Winterbeserker [Stucky, 555 words, General]

Steve and Bucky head down to the animal shelter and Bucky immediately adopts a kitten.

Surprise by Bittersweet_in_Boston [Stucky, 2,9k words, Mature]

And then a gasp goes up from the part of the crowd closest to the red carpet entrance. Steve turns and sees a tall figure in black. For a split second he wonders who it is, and then he realizes it’s Bucky…

…and Steve’s brain melts out of his skull.

🌻 Stellar Parallax by dreamsinthewitchouse @dreamsinthewitchouse [Stucky, 1,8k words, Teen]

Bucky never gathered up the nerve to kiss Steve for the first time - which is to say Steve beat him to it on July 4, 1934.

(On the other hand, if something never happens, does it just mean it takes forever? Is there, then, an infinite amount of time for it to still take place? Is there a universe where he kisses Steve first?

Bucky doesn’t even know if it matters, but he thinks about it often.)

🌻 While Unearthing by eyres [Stucky, 7,2k words, Teen] (with art from @potterspink)

In a different universe, an older Bucky Barnes intercepts a message that SHIELD (now headed by Alexander Pierce) has located the body of Steve Rogers under the ice in Greenland.

Bucky may be retired but he knows one thing: he can't let them stick Steve's body in a lab.

No matter what it takes, he'll bring Steve home.

🌻 The Unsent Project by papesdontsellthemselves @turtle-steverogers [Stucky, 2,7k words, General]

To: My astronaut

How’s space treating you? It’s treating me pretty badly, if I’m being honest. If only you could see what it’s done to Brooklyn. I think you’d be pretty mad at it if you knew…

Steve hesitates, reading back over what he’s typed. It’s stupid as hell, and he cringes, but he doesn’t backspace. His fingers find the keys again.

I miss you something awful. I don’t think that even encompasses how much I’m hurting without you. I feel so lost right now-- space is much bigger and scarier than you’d think. I know you’d love it. I wish you could see bits of it, but god, I just want to go home. I want you to come home.

Based on this ask I got on tumblr: i was thinking but do you know the unsent project? it is this website where you can write a message to your first love that you never sent to them. now imagine steve writing one (or multiple) to bucky after he came out of the ice after nat told him about it... yeah

Kidnap and Ransom by roe87 @jro616 [Stucky, 7,2k words, Mature]

Bucky is a brilliant young engineer with a global company.

His boss, Natasha, wants him to take a training course on kidnap and ransom, which happens to be run by her friend Steve.

Bucky refuses at first, because he doesn't need survival skills, thanks Natasha. But he swiftly changes his mind when he lays eyes on Steve, and signs himself up for a weekend of kidnap training.

practice my maintenance (as hard as you can) by notlucy [Stucky, 8,6k words, Explicit]

Bucky's nearly thirty and has never been spanked. For most people, this wouldn't be a pressing concern. Bucky is not most people.

health insurance by glim [Stucky, 3,5k words, Teen]

Bucky wants to surprise Steve with coffee; god, he wants to surprise Steve with every single good thing ever in the world, but coffee is probably a better place to start this morning.

Cuddle Secrets by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy [Stucky, 1,5k words, Explicit]

Bucky's in love with his best friend and roommate. He has no idea an afternoon nap will give him everything he's ever wanted.

wrap me in celadon and gold by ohjustpeachy [Stucky, 4,6k words, General]

“It’s Friday,” Steve says. “It’s late and it’s freezing outside. Why don’t you just stay over?” His voice is tired and hopeful and impossible for Bucky to say no to. “We can get brunch in the morning.”

It wouldn’t be the first time they’ve done this, not by a long shot, though it does break the rules Bucky has for himself. He hesitates for a minute, before thinking again about how comfortable he is just like this.

“I can do that,” he says, and his voice sounds low and fond even to his own ears.

Or, Bucky pines for his best friend all winter long and brings him plants to show him he loves him.

#r's reading log #my reading log #stucky #stucky fic rec #fic rec #fics rec

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tuiccim · 3 years

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Music Suggestions:

YKWIM? - Yot Club

Jumpsuit - Twenty One Pilots

Guns For Hands - Twenty One Pilots

My Blood - Twenty One Pilots

The Outside - Twenty One Pilots

Never Take It - Twenty One Pilots

No Chances - Twenty One Pilots

The Hype - Twenty One Pilots

Anything by Twenty One Pilots really

Show & Tell - Melanie Martinez

Tag, You're It - Melanie Martinez

Teacher's Pet - Melanie Martinez

Sippy Cup - Melanie Martinez

Milk and Cookies - Melanie Martinez

Outrunning Karma - Alec Benjamin

EVERYTHING FROM MISSIO

Romeo - Until The Ribbon Breaks

Sick Thoughts - Lewis Blissett

Eyelids - PVRIS

Anarchist - Yungblud

Parents - Yungblud

In The Next Life - Kim Petras

Tell Me It's A Nightmare - Kim Petras

Kill V. Maim - Grimes

Time Is Up - Poppy, Diplo (Favorite of mine)

I Cannot Sleep At Night - K.I.D

Can I Say Baby? - GIRLI

The Search - NF

WHY - NF

When I Grow Up - NF

Green Lights - NF

NFWMB - Hozier

Super Psycho Love - Simon Curtis

Victorious - Panic! At The Disco

Saturday Night - Panic! At The Disco

(Fuck A) Silver Lining - Panic! At The Disco

Young Dumb & Broke - Khalid

Dancer (Kygo Remix) - Didrik Thulin

Easier - Mansionair

Astronaut - Mansionair, Marius

Body - Loud Luxury, Brando

In Boxes - AURORA

Best Friends - grandson

Overdose - grandson

thoughts & prayers - grandson

House Of Balloons / Glass Table Girls - The Weeknd

In The Dark - TeZATalks

Father (Cinematic Project) - Tooji

do re mi - blackbear

Moondust - Jaymes Young

High - Zella Day

Flaws - Daughter

Got Well Soon - Breton

Backstabber - Kesha

I Come With Knives - IAMX

Wolf In Sheep's Clothing - Set It Off, William Beckett

Achilles Come Down - Gang Of Youths

Body - Mother Mother

I'm a Sucker for a Liar in a Red Dress - Adam Jensen

Goodfellas - XYLØ

Happy Pills - Weathers

Outta My Mind - Des Rocs, The Cobra

So Far - Olafur Arnalds, Arnor Dan

Last Minute - Kitty

Play Me Like A Violin - Stephen

Almost anything by Natalia Kills

Kissing Strangers - DNCE, Nicki Minaj

Way Down We Go - KALEO

These are in no particular order or genre. I literally just went through my Spotify and clicked random Playlists and added my favorites of each. I could go on and name more since these are not even half of them, but I'm really tired rn and don't have the energy.😅 Let me know if you need more.💓

I believe we need to be best friends because we 100% have the same taste in music. Thank you for the awesome list. There were def a few I was not familiar with.

#tuiccim answers

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chronicallylatetotheparty · 4 years

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Fractured Foundation: Chat Blanc

Summary: Since his own akumatization Chat Noir has been the perfect partner. Never questioning, never distracting, never asking for anything at all...

So, why wasn't it enough?

Ch.1 Double Standards

Chat Noir does everything right... But Adrien is still wrong.

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Ladybugs swirled around him as Chat Noir came back to himself. Scanning his surroundings Chat Noir saw Ladybug helping who he assumed was a de-akumatized Backwarder.

Oh. It was over. The last thing he remembered was-

"Sorry about this Chat Noir."

... A push from behind. His heart spiking in fear. Backwarder's clock hand striking his chest.

"Chat?"

Looking up, Chat Noir held up his fist from touching the spot he was hit. He smiled at her "Bien joue, Ladybug."

"...Yeah. Bien joue." She bumped his fist and shook her head. "I need to go. Bug out!"

Vaulting over Paris, Chat Noir realized he never found out why the old lady was akumatized. But it didn't matter. All that mattered was that Ladybug won...

Adrien came out of the train's bathroom just as Gabriel did the same. Stiffening at the sight of his father, Adrien gave a slight nod and hurried to his seat. Heartbeat pounding far faster than when he was fighting Backwarder.

Kagami glanced at Adrien and he smiled reassuringly before putting his headphones in. At least he wouldn't have to sit through another lecture from Master Fu this time. Seeing as he'd be in London for the weekend.

Adrien would be in London for the weekend. No Fu, no Papillon, no Chat Noir. The thought made him feel... lighter. Taking his headphones out he turned to Kagami. "Is this your first time going to London?"

"No. Mother has taken me on several other business trips to familiarize myself with the company holdings." Kagami refocused her attention on Adrien. "But I can't say I've been sightseeing."

"Really? What do you want to see first?" Adrien fell into the ease of speaking with Kagami. Let himself enjoy this small moment of normalcy compared to the glorious disillusion of the akuma battle. Leaving Backwarder and Paris behind as the train accelerated.

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Chat Noir soared over the rooftops. Grinning as the wind blew through his hair. For the first time in... he didn't know how long his heart raced with joy after a battle. He was useful! Sure he had to sacrifice himself so Ladybug could beat Gamer 2.0 but still!

Landing with a flip onto the designated rooftop he waited for Master Fu to show. Just like he did after (almost) every akuma attack. Except this time Chat Noir wasn't dreading it. This time-

The door opened as Master Fu stepped out.

"Master! Did you see... What's wrong?"

Master Fu held a stern expression. "Why did you not talk to Ladybug about what you intended?"

Chat's ears drooped as he pulled in on himself, enthusiasm forgotten. "Wh-what?"

"You sacrificed yourself without speaking to her first!" Master Fu sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Ladybug might have come up with an alternative."

"But... I..."

"At the very least you should have let her know before you act."

You didn't tell her that when she shoved me onto Backwarder's sword.

Adrien flinched. "... Okay... I'll... tell her next time."

Even though she never tells me.

Satisfied, Master Fu's gaze softened. "You must be mindful of Ladybug's feelings." With that he turned back towards the door. Pausing at the threshold, he glanced back. "It was wise to give Ladybug the last fight."

"..."

Chat Noir dashed across rooftops. Blinking rapidly as the wind blew into his eyes. For a moment he forgot. He forgot that Chat Noir was always wrong. That Adrien didn't get what everyone else did. He wasn't like everyone else. What they did mattered.

... Nothing Adrien ever did mattered. The universe was simply issuing a reminder.

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Adrien didn't want to be at fencing practice today. He'd fantasized about taking Kagami to Kitty Section's rehearsal with the rest of his friends instead... But if his meetings with the Guardian had a theme it was listening to his... betters.

As though the universe could hear him the akuma alert went off just as he finished changing into his fencing gear. Making sure the rest of his teammates were gone, Adrien transformed and leapt out the window. Hoping Kagami wouldn't be too bored without him.

Quickly going over what information there was on 'Desperada' Chat Noir realized she was last seen at the Couffaine's houseboat. He ran faster.

A pang of longing came over him as Adrien remembered how tempting it'd been to skip practice and join his friends. But that meant disobeying. And disobeying never brought Adrien anything. Not with Father, not with his teachers, not with the Guardian.

Leaping across buildings a cyan blur knocked him five stories to the ground. Rolling with the blow Chat Noir readied his staff. The cyan blur was a lyre that came back to the hand that threw it.

A guy in a vaguely snake-like suit with cyan colored hair. "Sorry, Chat Noir. You would've gotten caught if I hadn't done anything."

To prove his point Desperada appeared and started shooting yellow blasts of magic. Chat Noir spun his staff as he ran for cover. Ladybug's yo-yo wrapped around him and pulled him into the alley. "Good, you're here. Chat, this is Viperion."

"Hello again, Chat Noir." Viperion smiled gently.

"... Hey."

"So what's the plan?" Ladybug asked the new guy.

Chat Noir stared. Ladybug never asked someone else to make the plan.

"Okay, first we need your Lucky Charm..."

In the end it was very simple. Chat Noir and Ladybug dodged Desperada's attacks long enough for Viperion to distract her with music from his lyre. Then Ladybug used the saddle her Lucky Charm gave her to restrict Desperada's movements. All three pulling the villain in different directions while Viperion threw his lyre at her guitar case, breaking it.

There was an extra 'Bien Joue' in their fist bump and then Chat Noir was running back to fencing practice.

...He'd done nothing. Viperion did all the work. And apparently he was so good at it he didn't even need to use his power. Or... was knowing what was going to happen his ability? Is that why Ladybug let him plan?

...Maybe he was reading too much into it. 'Bien joue' felt hollow all the time now. Just because it felt particularly empty this time didn't mean there was a reason besides his own selfish desire to be useful.

Back inside the locker room Adrien detransformed.

The door banged open. Adrien flinched.

"What is the meaning of this transgression, Agreste!?" M. D'Argencourt demanded.

Heart pounding, Adrien fumbled over his words. "I-I can explain!"

"I should hope so! I will have to inform M. Agreste of this behavior." M. D'Argencourt informed him.

Blood drained from Adrien's face. "NO! Please M. D'Argencourt, don't tell Father!"

Eyes softening, M. D'Argencourt shook his head. "I am sorry, Adrien. A student disappearing under my guard and I knowing not where he vanished to? I cannot overlook this."

Cold. Adrien was cold and his mouth moved without words. He collapsed onto the bench behind him. Heart hammering in his ears as he imagined what Gabriel would do...

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Startrain rocketed into space, Nadja Chamack reporting over the image of the akumatized train. For a moment Adrien merely stood there...

"Hey, kid." Plagg pointed at the container of transformation cheese. "We gotta go help."

"R-right!" Coming out of his head Adrien tossed the purple, potion-infused cheese into the air. "Plagg, powerup!"

Swallowing it in a single bite Plagg glowed as the potion took effect. "Astro Plagg!" Small, glowing wings appeared on his back and his fur was coated with small star-like points.

Opening his mouth to say the phrase Adrien... His throat closed... the words wouldn't come... They wouldn't-

Plagg placed a paw on Adrien's cheek. "C'mon kid, your friends need us."

Friends. His friends were on that train! Finding his voice Adrien set his shoulders. "Astro Plagg, transforme-moi!"

Flying was unlike anything he ever experienced. And Astro Chat was flying faster than anyone had ever gone! Sky darkening as he rose above the atmosphere. Startrain had a head start he needed-

Sunlight lit up the Earth, cloud cover obscuring far more of its surface than was usually shown in photos. It was so blue... so beautiful. Adrien remembered what astronauts said about looking at the Earth from above.

He'd heard. But he hadn't known.

Turning back towards the void Astro Chat zoomed after Startrain. It was already past the moon. The moon which Adrien saw as only a handful of people ever did.

There!

Startrain was slowing down? That made it easier to catch up! Astro Chat's heart raced with excitement, willing his wings to go faster. He was almost there! Just a little more and-

A great, glowing, green portal burst to life directly in Startrain's path. Chat caught a glimpse of Big Ben on the other side and then the train sped through. Portal closing behind it.

Leaving Adrien in the void. Of course. Of course Ladybug already beat the akuma. And if that portal was any indication she had help. He wasn't needed. Wasn't necessary.

His friends were on that train and he couldn't. Do! ANYTHING! He couldn't breathe. Couldn't breathe! Everything was too big and too small! Infinity stretched forever in all directions and he was stuck inside this helmet! He wanted out! Wanted-

No. Focus.

As suddenly as his breath left him it came back. Adrien gasped and forced himself to breathe slowly... He couldn't stay here. There was nothing here.

Slowly, reluctantly, Adrien made his way back to Earth. Oh. Oh. He'd gone farther than he thought. Earth was a speck in the distance.

"A mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam."

Tiny. Insignificant. Precious. An oasis in a desert. The closer you are to something the uglier it looks. Adrien kicked the thought away. It was small and meaningless. If you looked too closely at anything you failed to see the whole picture.

Adrien wondered what the whole of his picture, his world, looked like...

#fractured foundation #adrien agreste #ml angst #ml fanfic #ml fic #adrien angst #master fu #fu salt #ml #miraculous ladybug

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enkisstories · 3 years

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CyberLife stockholder’s conference Fall 2044

It seems to be Brandon Colch’s fate to destroy or at least thwart CyberLife in all of my saves, because he did it again.

In the original story he talked them into dropping a questionable project that would have been very profitable. And now in the gameplay save he succesfully managed to force CyberLife to invest half of their earnings into a space program. Those 24% of voting shares across all Villareal households carry more weight than I expected.

More results of the conference under the cut.

Liquidation - Rejected Gameplay effect: - This would have left a lot of sims a great deal richer, and would have brought several smaller predecessors into play, but it required a 75% majority that didn’t come to pass. - Interestingly almost all of the faceless npcs that do not even exist as sims voted (by die roll) for this.

Space Program - Passed Gameplay effect: - All sims affiliated with CyberLife are free to build rocket ships now. So far I had only a single one in this save and it tended to get stolen/borrowed a lot. - The Astronaut career no longer requires a military background. - A decent space program will also help maintain contact with Sixam after the ~20 years that it’ll stay close to Earth’s orbit.

Android Health - Rejected Gameplay effect: - Newly created androids will generate with not the full motive freezing traits, but only the weaker versions. - Existing androids may suffer cosmetic changes. - Child androids ready to upgrade to an adult chassis will manifest a negative trait.

Bots & servos - Rejected Gameplay effect: - Robotics will be less interesting as a major and elective. - The CyberLife store won’t sell bots, but interested sims can still build them at home. - Servos will stay rare (two at the moment). - Robo doggos and kittys will stay rare (one at the moment).

A.I. development & virtual conference rooms - Rejected Gameplay effect: - I can keep forgetting that the SmartSpeaker exists. - Other than that I had no real ideas for this one anyway.

Cybernetics - Passed Gameplay effect: - Implants for animals and humans will become more accepted. - LEDs for humans that allow direct interaction with computers (including androids) will go into testing. - This is mostly a CAS thing.

#sims4 dbh gameplay #sims4 designedbycyberlife #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 #sims4

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gaylegohell · 6 years

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12/4-12/6

Day 4, 5, 6: Snow and Parties

Features: UniKitty, the whole gang!

Warnings: Swears, body mention, gun mention

There's gonna come a day when you feel better You'll rise up free and easy on that day And float from branch to branch Lighter than the air Just when that day is coming, who can say? Who can say?

No one knows her real name and that's the way she likes it. The name she had while working for the city was a fake one. She's called Princess by some, Kitty by most. She's ageless. Kitty takes a long drag of her cigarette and surveys her property from the veranda porch. The snow is falling deep and fast, mounds of swirling fluff sticking to the trees and everything in sight. A bitch of a night to be out, she thinks. She has a caravan of astronauts escaping from the Space Center that are due at anytime, and the snow would be the perfect cover for their tracks, literally and figuratively.

Not that anyone would find them in CCL. Kitty had built this place from the ground up. What had started as a "fixer-upper" project to "revitalize historically significant places in Bricksburg" that was really just a front for the massive amounts of money she was embezzling out of the city, turned into the most airtight safehouse compound for other Master Builders like herself with no place else to hide. They had spent long enough in the sewers. They deserved the privacy and secrecy of the woods. Kitty doesn't want to think about how many bodies are buried just outside the property line. She has her friends to think of. She crushes the cigarette under her heel and heads back into the main house.

A couple dozen or so MBs were in the throes of planning a wild party. It's almost Christmas and it's the first time everyone's felt settled enough to celebrate. Chefs and bakers work side by side in the rustic kitchen and the whole of the main house smells like cinnamon and turkey and safety and home.

The police scanner in the dining room gurgles in the corner but no one is paying attention to it. Lucy seems occupied with stringing garlands up around the room, perched precariously on top of a ladder.

"All units be advised to be on the lookout for the following, Former City Counselor Luna Delgado, Astronauts Reid Redding, Wesley White, Benjamin Blue--" radio static cuts the transmission, "missing Master Builders are considered armed and highly dangerous---"

Kitty frowns. "Can we turn on some something happier?? We can't have a party with a police scanner!!"

Lucy climbs off the ladder and reluctantly fiddles with the knobs. "We gotta know what we're up against!" she insists.

"I know but can we just have ONE night? Please? One night where we don't have to worry about Bad Cop knocking down our door?" Kitty smiles, sickly sweet but there's venom behind it. "I didn't get him a Christmas present."

"Soon enough," Lucy grimaces.

"Let's just focus on a nice party? For our astronaut friends?" Kitty gently squeezes Lucy’s shoulder.

Lucy sighs. “I’ll just get back to decorating.”

“Hey, chin up! It won’t be like this forever!” Kitty smiles. She turns around and shouts into the kitchen, “HEY VIV! GET OVER HERE AND HELP LUCY WITH THE DECORATIONS!”

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A great fire is roaring in the fireplace, and MBs are louging about on couches, on rugs and pillows on the floor, anywhere they can find space, piled on top of each other. There’s hot mulled wine and cookies and everyone relaxed and cozy.

A single knock at the front door sends a chill down everyone’s spine.

“Calm down,” Kitty assures them, “it’s the secret knock.”

And sure enough, she opens the door to four dirty, soaked, bedraggled astronauts.

“Yay!” Kitty ushers them in, taking their coats, their scaves, and hanging them up by the fire.

“Come in, you guys look awful!” she tuts.

Space is cleared on the giant couch for the four of them, and someone has given them hot steaming mugs of mulled wine. They look shell shocked and exhausted but sip it greatfully.

“Welcome to the party!” Kitty says while the astronauts are fussed over.

Red offers her a grateful smile. “This sure is a mighty fine welcome.”

“Merry Christmas!” she wraps all four of them in the biggest hug she can manage.

“You don’t have a thing to worry about here. Just have fun tonight ok?” she sits back on her heels and looks them all very intently.

They nod. They’re tired. But they’re safe and that all that matters to Kitty.

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It’s very late and the moon is reflecting bright blue off the snow. Kitty takes first watch, like always, from her porch, bundled in scarves and a down coat, her bright pink shotgun across her lap. A star twinkles through the trees, and Kitty looks up and makes a wish.

Please help me keep everyone safe.

#lego movie advent calendar 2018 #this one's about unikitty!#i forgot the mistletoe part but that's part of the decoration

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tachvintlogic · 1 year

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Stalking Astronauts: Gotham's Latest Social Media Craze!

Chapter 10 - Epilogue

Chapter Summary: The aftermath, in somewhat chronological order.

Tags and memes under the cut!

@undead-essence @someonebored0100 @wandererofthestars @alculai @space-dreams-world @causehesdannyphantom @weird-droplet-309 @bitt-better @melicmusicmagic @inactive-nonentity @gohan420 @starscreamlover @postit-nope @stealingyourbones @evilminji @big-tiddy-bi @wolfeyedwitch @geek-half-blood @alcestis-eurydice @crimsonaccent @hzu-channel @mentalcarebear @skulld3mort-1fan @coffeeandcrown @cyber-geist @pike-s @heartsong18 @kitty-page @lazy-bouqet @treepainting @thefearfullone @polarboba @overtherose @phoenixdemonqueen @opal-ocean @dissociativehyperfixating

#dpxdc #tach's fics #Stalking Astronauts: Gotham's Latest Social Media Craze!

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beatdisc · 3 years

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Mid-week re-issue round-up!

Matrimony - Kitty Finger "This is the great lost riot grrrl album, released by a young mostly female band from Sydney in 1989. Something of a late-80's bridge between the Slits, Lydia Lunch & Bikini Kill"

This long-long 1989 debut has been remastered from the original tapes and re-pressed on vinyl for the first time since it's original release. Kill Rock Stars Australian exclusive press: 300 copies only on red colour vinyl. $35.

Kleenex / Liliput - First Songs First compiled in 2016, this essential Kill Rock Stars collection features early output from the Swiss post-punk band, recorded between 1978-1982. Newly re-pressed on 2xLP green colour vinyl with extensive liner notes and bonus D/L content. $40.

Yawning Man - Rock Formations Re-release of the 2005 debut album from legendary Palm Desert band. Despite this being their first recorded release, they had formed in 1986 and proved a huge influence on the 90's desert-rock scene (much loved by John Garcia, Josh Homme and Brant Bjork to name a few). $35.

James White & The Blacks - Melt Yourself Down "Manic No Wave Sax Frenzy!" - First ever re-issue of the 1986 release from the New York no-wave free-jazz funk extraordinaire, available for the first time outside of Japan and pressed on Teal colour vinyl through Modern Harmonic Records. $40.

Richard Hell & The Voivods - Blank Generation New colour re-press of the much loved & hugely influential debut release from ex-Television & The Heartbreaker's Richard Hell. Released in 1977 & now considered an iconic piece of New York punk rock history. Rhino Records blue vinyl press. $50.

Bad Astronaut - Acrophobe / Houston: We Have A Drinking Problem / Twelve Small Steps, One Giant Disappointment All 3 albums from Joey Cape (Lagwagon) & co's indie-rock side-project, released between 2001 and 2006. Two of them on vinyl for the very first time! $38 / $55 (2xLP) / $55 (2xLP)

Wings - Wild Life 50th Anniversary audiophile half-speed Abbey Road remaster of the 1971 debut Wings release. $75.

Kiss - Destroyer 45th Anniversary 2xLP 180-gram deluxe edition feat. the original 1976 album newly remastered, plus 10 previously unreleased rarities & 20p booklet. $75.

#matrimony #kittyfinger #liliput #yawningman #rockformations #jameswhiteandtheblacks #meltyourselfdown #richardhell #blankgeneration #badastronaut

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poemsforpersephone · 7 years

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LAUREN’S ‘DEAR GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE’ BOOKLIST

I wanted to make a list of all the books currently in my house/on my phone waiting to be read as a ‘fun’ project to motivate myself to read them but all it made me want to do is curl up into a ball and cry lmao. Anyhow i’m posting it here a) in case anyone is curious about this list i keep talking about, and b) because i can then cross them off one by one as i go through.

Quick note: this list is not complete. I know for a fact that i’ve accidentally missed off several books, but these are the ones i’ll be focusing on for this year.... or you know, decade. Also these are all books i own (some from years ago), the list of books i don’t own but want to read is... well, probably longer. Under a read more to save us all the scrolling lmao.

AUDIBLE: (33)

Pompeii - The Life of a Roman Town by Mary Beard

Prisoners of Geography by Tim Marshall

Superintelligence: Paths, Dangers, Strategies by Nick Bostrom

Misbehaving: The Making of Behaviour Economics by Richard H. Thaler

The Bedlam Stacks by Natasha Pulley

Sovereign by April Daniels

Into the Drowning Deep by Mira Grant

We Are Legion (We Are Bob) by Ray Porter

The Dark Tourist by Dom Joly

The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman

Lost At Sea by Jon Ronson

Them by Jon Ronson

The Men Who Stare At Goats by Jon Ronson

Welcome to the Universe by J. Richard Gott and Neil Degrasse Tyson

The Establishment by Owen Jones

What a Wonderful World by Marcus Chown

The Idiot Brain by Dean Burnett

The Brain by David Eagleman

Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton

Elizabeth is Missing by Emma Healey

Born to Run by Christopher McDougall

The Power by Naomi Alderman

The Watchmaker of Filigree Street by Natasha Pulley

The Silk Roads by Peter Frankopan

A Quiet Life in the Country by T E Kinsey

Do Not Say We Have Nothing by Madeleine Thien

Dim Sum Asylum by Rhys Ford

The Apocalypse of Elena Mendoza by Shaun David Hutchinson

The Marshmallow Test by Walter Mischel

Sal by Mick Kitson

The History of the Ancient World by Susan Wise Bauer

Doctor Who Tales by ensemble

The Origins of Political Order by Francis Fukuyama

Ask an Astronaut by Tim Peake

Everybody Lies by Seth Stephens-Davidowitz

People Like Us by Dana Mele

Juliet Takes a Breath by Juliet Rivera

The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd

Around the World in 80 Days by Micheal Palin

The Lie Tree by Francis Hardinge

A Skinful of Shadows by Francis Hardinge

Command and Control by Eric Schlosser

Dreams of My Father by Barack Obama

Cosmos by Carl Sagan

Medical School for Everyone by The Great Courses

The Origin and Evolution of Earth by The Great Courses

KINDLE: (26)

The Last Romeo by Justin Myers

Call me by your Name by Andre Aciman

Girlhood by Cat Clarke

History Is All You Left Me by Adam Silvera

Mirror, Mirror by Cara Delevingne

Moxie by Jennifer Mathieu

All The Rage by Courtney Summers

We Have No Idea by Jorge Cham

Ask the Passengers by A.S. King

Happy by Derren Brown

Stillhouse Lake by Rachel Caine

The Winter Over by Matthew Iden

To Stand in the Light by Kayla Bashe

My Lady King by Kayla Bashe

Midair by Kodi Scheer

Lift and Separate by Marylin Simon Rothstein

The Realm of Possibility by David Levithan

No Place Left to Run by Zara Detand

Gives Light by Rose Christo

The Kangeroo Chronicles by Marc-Uwe Kling

Into That Silent Sea: Trailblazers of the Space Era by Francis French

The Dark Wife by Sarah Diemer

Hunter’s Moon by M.J. O’Shea

Cold Moon by M.J. O’Shea

Burro Hills by Julia Lynn Rubin

Cheerleaders From Planet X by Lissa Chiavari

PHYSICAL COPIES: (63)

Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind by Yuval Noah Harari

Forces of Nature by Brian Cox

Human Universe by Brian Cox

Wonders of the Solar System by Brian Cox

Why Does E=MC2? by Brian Cox

The Rest of Us Just Live Here by Patrick Ness

You Know Me Well by David Levithan

Peter Darling by Austin Chant

Mort by Terry Pratchett

The Posterchildren: Origins by Kitty Burroughs

Lies my Girlfriend Told Me by Julie Anne Peters

Marks: Rise of Heroes by Hayden Thorne

The Thousand Dollar Tan Line by Rob Thomas

Wonder Woman: Warbringer by Leigh Barduco

Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel

A Streetcat Named Bob by James Bowen

Fire by Elfgren and Strandberg

Inheritence by Malindo Lo

Question Everything by NewScientist

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

What If? by Randall Munroe

The Greatest Show on Earth by Richard Dawkins

The God Delusion by Richard Dawkins

The Magic of Reality by Richard Dawkins

Bang! by Brian May

Vampire Chronicles Collection by Anne Rice

Not Your Sidekick by C.B Lee

The Abyss Surrounds us by Emily Skrutskie

Glory O’Brien’s History of the Future by A.S. King

Percy Jackson 1-5 by Rick Riordan (0/5 read)

Brisingr by Christopher Paolini

Vanish by Sophie Jorden

Bi Notes for a Bisexual Revolution by Shiri Eisner

Living Dolls by Natasha Walter

The Equality Illusion by Kat Banyard

Yes Means Yes! by Jaclyn Friedman, Jessica Valenti

Horrible Histories 20 book collection (1/20 read)

Privilege by Kimmel and Ferber

Mythology for Dummies

Ice Crypt by Tiana Warner

Ice Kingdom by Tiana Warner

The Nowhere Girls by Amy Reed

The Edge of the Abyss by Emily Strutskie

Neither Here Nor There by Bill Bryson

(TOTAL: 122)

#personal #to read list #i feel distinctly overwhelmed lmao #ive been curating this to read list for about four years now probably

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Escape: Not in Love

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Author’s Note: Roxanne finds herself talked into touring with the cover band. Peter finds himself pining after a Terran. But he's not in love. Continuation of Escape

Roxanne sat at the light table in the back of the tour bus, carefully hand lettering the posters for the next four concerts. Across the table from her, the bass guitar player, Alex, was colouring her doodles in with copic markers before dropping the finished posters into the box that was being sent to the printer as soon as they made it into New York City. They worked in companionable silence. From the front of the bus, Roxanne could hear Jinx tapping on the wall while Ken, the guitarist, noodled on his acoustic.

“I know you didn’t want to do the big venue concerts in this tour, Rox, but I think kicking off your tour big like this is going to be really awesome for the foundation,” Alex suddenly spoke.

“Yeah?” Roxanne wasn’t really paying attention.

“There are a lot of kids who are going to benefit from the proceeds of this tour. I’m glad you decided to start it out with a huge Pixie Stix concert,” Alex clarified.

“I’m not the only one who made the decision, Alex.”

“No, but you are the person who was adamant it all be small venues. I think the exposure is going to help the foundation get a really solid start.” Alex went back to colouring.

“It wasn’t until I read about how poorly Americans are showing in the sciences that I realized we needed to throw as much money at the problem as we could. It changed my focus. I’m glad you threw the research my way, Al,” Roxanne shrugged.

“So my kid sister was telling me about how Stark Industries is sponsoring a women in sciences program now. They’ve got buy in from a pile of other STEM companies as well. She applied for one of their summer camps. It sounds pretty rad,” Alex segued. Roxanne’s eyebrow quirked.

“Oh?”

“Maybe you should get Jerry to contact Stark Industries and see if we can’t work together. Stark is a billionaire, right? If we could get him to throw a few zeroes on the back of the foundation’s bank account it could do some real good,” Alex suggested. Roxanne shrugged.

“I don’t know. Stark’s kind of a dick, don’t you think?”

“TV always makes famous people look like dicks. Remember when you and Jinx split?” Alex reminded her. Roxanne made a sound of disgust. Every TV tabloid show had speculated on what and why they were divorcing, going as far as to make up details when they refused to release a statement. When Roxanne finally lost her temper at a paparazzi reporter who’d been stalking her, even people in the know started freaking out that the band was going to split. She rolled her eyes.

“I guess. I’d rather see what we can do on our own, you know? Star-Lady and the astronauts was a pet project. If we can start a grassroots campaign to improve educational opportunities for all kids, on our own, we’ll have started a dialogue within the music fan base. Maybe that seems narrow-minded, I don’t know,” Roxanne sighed. “I just like the idea of us starting something without corporate sponsorship.”

“Stark has been a questionable company in the past. We don’t want to alienate potential supporters,” Alex agreed.

“Besides, that dude is always looking for a sound bite. He’d probably show up at all our press and divert attention,” Roxanne pointed out.

“Solid.” Alex slid the last poster into the box and capped his markers, carefully returning them to the wooden box he stored all his art supplies in. Roxanne stretched and folded the table away, pulling the mattress across it.

“Here’s the part where I kick you out of my bunk so I can get some sleep. I’ve been crazy tired the past few weeks,” she yawned. Alex tilted his head in concern.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just feeling run down. There was a lot more braining that went into this tour. I had to micromanage Jerry to get him to back down from insisting on the huge stadium tour idea, and he refused to try to source more affordable and ethical vendors for memorabilia and and and.” Her complaint was stifled by another yawn.

“Take your vitamins, Rox. This is going to be a busy four months.” Alex teased.

“Get out of my bunk. We have a week off at the midpoint. I’ll rest up then,” Roxanne shouldered him toward the door of the tiny room. Alex raised his hands in surrender and backed away.

“You won’t be resting then. That’s birthday week!” He protested.

“Out!” Roxanne exclaimed, pushing him past the door, and pulling it shut.

“Roxy Rain! Tell us about the line-up for tonight’s concert!” Carmen, the radio DJ, was too bubbly, too excited. Roxanne smiled and adjusted the headset on her ears.

“We’ve got representation in Star-Lady and the astronauts from Pixie Stix, Dr. Schrödinger’s Kitty, Chainlink Fence and Spleen, so we decided for the kick-off concert, we’d each do a 30 minute set. Then Star-Lady and the astronauts will wrap up the concert with two half hour sets. So it’s a good long concert, well worth the price of the ticket. And you’ll be supporting the newly founded Star-Lady foundation for Science education.” Roxanne took a long swig from the coffee in front of her when she finished speaking.

“That’s ninety minutes of front-of-the-stage rocking for you, Roxy. Sounds exhausting!”

“It’ll be worth it. We’re doing 4 big city concerts on the tour; each one will feature one of the bands from tonight, plus Star-Lady and the astronauts. But for the most part, the Star-Lady concerts are going to be in smaller venues across America, and the profit from those concerts will be put back into science education in those communities. It’s going to be a busy four months.”

“Sounds like it’ll be worth it. What makes musicians want to give to science education?” Carmen asked.

“We’re all scientists first. Music was a passion that paid off in a big way for each member of Star-Lady and the astronauts, but the sciences are where we cut our teeth, and where we’d all planned to have careers,” Roxanne explained. She knew she would be explaining the same thing in every city they visited for the next four months. And she was already exhausted. She plastered a smile on her face.

“Any chance you’ll drop us a hint on what you’ll be playing tonight?” Carmen pressed. Roxanne laughed and picked up her acoustic guitar.

“Most of what Star-Lady does is cover music, but this is an original tune. It’s being released next week and as with everything from the tour, the profits are going to support science education and programs in communities across the country,” Roxanne explained. “You’ll have to forgive my playing, I don’t often pick up a guitar anymore, so I’m a little rusty.” She picked at the strings to make sure the guitar was tuned, and strummed a couple of practice chords. Carmen cocked her head and narrowed her eyes.

“Wait, before you start,” she interrupted. “This is an song that hasn’t been released? So you’re giving us a world premiere?” Roxanne pulled a face and giggled.

“Yeah, I guess so,” she nodded.

“Okay, folks, you’re hearing it here first, Roxy Rain from Pixie Stix and Star-Lady and the astronauts with the world premiere of the first single from the Star-Lady and the astronauts album!”

Roxanne could feel herself flushing and started playing the guitar again. She cleared her throat and winked at the DJ, who was nearly vibrating with excitement.

“I haven’t played guitar for anyone in ages. So everyone listening needs to remember, I’m the singer, okay?” She laughed self-consciously, and took a deep breath. “Hey spaceman, won’t you take me for a ride?” The words slipped out and the gentle musicality of Roxanne’s acoustic voice silenced the room. She was used to that. Any time she did acoustic work, and didn’t have what she called her ‘rock star voice’ amped to eleven, people fell silent. It was like they forget that she was actually a musician, if that made any sense. It didn’t to her, but she still noticed it. Her fingers stumbled on the guitar, but her voice was carrying the song anyhow. The guys had all said it was a strong melody when she’d written it, and there was very minimal accompaniment on the release or in practice.

“That’s a love song, Roxy,” Carmen commented, her eyebrow raised. Roxanne laughed.

“Sure. Here’s the thing. My background in the sciences has been esoteric Pixie Stix trivia for years, but I am a scientist at heart. And my specialty is space. Of course I’m in love with the notion of space travel, and seeing past our atmosphere. There is so much more than this little earth out there for us, and we have no idea what it all holds,” Roxanne shrugged.

“So if a spaceman offered, you’d tag along on an intergalactic adventure?” Carmen smirked, pressing for an answer.

“In a heartbeat,” Roxanne laughed. “That’s not realistic though is it? I’d have to wrap the tour, and plan to be off the grid for a while, get my affairs in order. There’d be too many questions otherwise, right?”

“Well, we know there is other life out there now,” Carmen led.

“Sure, we know there’s life out there, but is it life that is compatible with ours? So far, the aliens that have visited earth have been largely out to destroy it,” Roxanne stated. “Not exactly compatible with my romantic notions about travelling the universe.”

“They say that Thor is an alien,” Carmen waggled her eyebrows. “I’ve got some romantic notions about him.”

Roxanne couldn’t help but laugh. “Fair enough. But the aliens that invaded New York? Or the ones that hit London? They don’t really strike me as the kind that would like a human tag-along. In the end, it’s a song, and sure, it’s romantic. Because music is supposed to make us dream about the extraordinary.”

“Like aliens who are hot like Thor coming to sweep you off your feet,” Carmen determined.

“Exactly,” Roxanne laughed.

“I love the song, Roxy, I love the album. I love the motivation for the tour and I just love everything about you. I can’t wait for the concert tonight. I’m looking forward to following the tour and seeing all the awesome science stuff you guys are able to purchase to support education. I wish you all the best,” Carmen started to wrap up the interview. “We just released some tickets for the sold-out opening night of the Star-Lady and the astronauts tour tonight, and if you don’t have any luck at the box office, stay tuned because we are giving away three more pairs of tickets with backstage meet and greet coming up on the half hours. Thanks again for coming in, Roxy Rain!”

“Well thanks for having me. It’s been fun. See you tonight!” Roxanne waited until her mic had been turned off before she rose and packed up her guitar. “How’s the ticket give away been going?”

Carmen finished flicking some switches on the console to run the next music set. “It’s been cool. People are really excited. Last week, everyone who was entered to win tickets had to donate to an education program for underprivileged kids. We wound up raising over $3500 for a science program in the Bronx. Then Stark Industries matched it. Which was cool.”

“That’s very cool. I heard something about a women in STEM initiative that Stark Industries started,” Roxanne nodded.

“Yeah, I’ve got the info on it in my email. Want me to forward it to you? We’ve been giving it a lot of airtime. It sounds solid awesome.”

“Yeah, that would be cool,” Roxanne yawned. “Man, I’m sorry. I am already so bagged and the tour hasn’t even started. I’m going to need lots of B12 over the next few weeks.”

“I hope your bunk is comfy,” Carmen teased.

“That is where I am headed right now. I’ve got time for a catnap before I need to carb up for the show,” Roxanne laughed. “I’ll see you at the meet and greet. It was nice to meet you, Carmen.” She made her way out of the studio and down to the waiting driver, who returned her to the stadium. While set up continued, she pushed to the back of the tour bus and crashed in her bunk, becoming dead to the world.

“Rox, come eat, love,” Jinx shook her shoulder. Roxanne rolled over in the dim light of the bus and rubbed her eyes.

“It’s dark,” Roxanne mumbled.

“Yeah, dinner’s ready, you have thirty minutes before you need to be in hair and make-up. Meet and greet in 2 hours, concert in three.” Jinx ran through the itinerary quickly.

“Why did you let me sleep so long?” She stretched and yawned.

“This is the third time I’ve been in to wake you, love. I told you that you needed more sleep. You can’t start this tour run down, Rox.” Jinx was scolding, but his tone was gentle. It reminded her why she’d married him. She scrubbed her hand down her face and nodded.

“Straight to bed after the concert tonight, I promise.” She held her hand across her heart.

“Come eat then.” Jinx pulled her to her feet.

“In a heartbeat. That’s not realistic though is it?” The voice crackled across the radio and Rocket rolled his eyes.

“How did you manage to find a smart one, Quill?” He asked, fiddling around with some strange components.

“I didn’t find – you know, forget it, you wouldn’t understand.” Peter pushed out of his seat and stepped over to the radio, switching it back over to the iPod.

“Understand what exactly? That a month after leaving Terra we’re back in orbit over it, despite having nothing of value for us?”

“There’s value in Terra!” Peter exclaimed.

“There’s a girl on Terra, Quill, that’s not exactly our line of work, unless you want to add sex-trafficking to our list of potential jobs?” Rocket snapped.

“What?” Peter was confused.

“The way I see it, Quill, we’re back here because of that woman. And you said she was nothing special when we left Terra last month, so what gives?” Rocket demanded.

“Maybe she is something special,” Gamora suggested. “We haven’t been further than a quadrant away from Terra since we left.”

“Or maybe I’m homesick!” Peter protested.

“Explain why we’ve been listening to her radio interview for the past fifteen minutes?” Gamora demanded. Peter huffed out a sigh of defeat.

“You know what? Screw you guys. Maybe I would like to see her again!” Peter threw up his arms. “What does it matter?”

“She wrote a song about you, Quill. She wants to see you again too,” Gamora pointed out.

“That song was not about Quill. That song was about metaphors,” Drax protested. Gamora rolled her eyes. Peter threw his hands up in defeat and stalked toward the galley.

“It’s a good thing Rocket knows how to use the google,” Gamora sighed. “He managed to win you tickets to the concert tonight.” Peter froze between rooms, and turned slowly back to face the rest of the crew.

“What?”

“You can pick it up at the stadium box office,” Rocket confirmed. Peter’s eyes narrowed, disbelieving what he was hearing. “What? It’s why we’re here. It’s why you’ve been irritable. Go see the girl, get her out of your system, and then we can get back to loot. And credits.” Rocket watered Groot’s pot as he spoke.

After a huge coffee and a refill, Roxanne was feeling slightly more human. She devoured the steak and pasta that Jinx dropped in front of her, and made her way to hair and make up. She flopped down in the chair, nursing a third enormous coffee, feeling the caffeine work its way through her system.

“Roxy, meet and greet in ten,” Jerry leaned in through the door. Roxanne nodded and waved him off. She just needed to get dressed, and she had plenty of time to do that between the meet and greet and the stage call. She made her way out to the backstage fan area, still holding her coffee cup. She had on a pair of patterned leggings and a long t-shirt. It wasn’t a look she ever wore on stage, but she suspected she’d be seeing more of it in her fan base after the concert. The DJ from earlier was wrangling fans, and waved at her. She waved back, and then realized that Carmen was actually waving her over.

“Heya?” Roxanne met her halfway between the fan line and where she’d been standing.

“There’s a dude here to pick up tickets he won but he’s got no ID. Claims he knows you and you could ID him,” Carmen looked awkward.

“Oh yeah? What’s he say his name is?” Roxanne walked with Carmen back to the pick up area.

“Roxanne!” She heard a familiar male voice call. Her eyes narrowed and her head snapped around to where the voice had come from. It was Peter. She smiled broadly.

“This the guy?” She asked Carmen. Carmen nodded.

“Peter Quill?” Carmen looked down at her clipboard.

“Yeah, I know him,” Roxanne lengthened her stride and headed toward Peter. She threw her arms around him across the metal barricade separating the unsecured area from where she was standing. “You are a sight for sore eyes, Pete.”

“You look amazing, Rox.”

“Professional hair and make-up.” She waved it off, pulling away. She nodded at the security guard, who allowed Peter to pass through the gate into the secured area. Roxanne slipped her arm into the crook of Peter’s elbow and led him back to where the fans were. Roxanne tugged Peter’s shoulder down to whisper in his ear. “I’m not gonna have much time to catch up, Pete, but I’ll let security know you can stick around after the show.”

“I’d enjoy catching up,” Peter smiled. Roxanne winked and let go of his arm, to walk over to the fans waiting to meet her. Carmen was talking to them as she approached, and Roxanne glanced over her shoulder, looking for the ‘astronauts’. She saw them over near a table of food, looking uncomfortable. She reeled around and headed over to her bandmates.

“Guys, you need to relax. These people are here for you. And they’re science geeks. Check out the t-shirts,” Roxanne pointed out the front row of fans. There was a Carl Sagan t-shirt, a periodic table t-shirt and one that made a pun about covalent bonds that sent the drummer into fits of giggles. “Let’s go meet some people, shall we?”

Roxanne led the group over to the fans and waited for Carmen to bring everyone in. They cycled through the group, chatting with everyone, and eventually the rest of the band got more relaxed. Just as they were wrapping up, Carmen approached them again.

“Your friend is hot.” She gave Peter a once over. Roxanne smirked.

“Is he?” Roxanne was purposely vague.

“He is. I bet you’d run away in a heartbeat if he was your spaceman,” Carmen teased, winking. Roxanne let out a loud, surprised laugh.

“You have no idea,” she muttered as she walked toward Peter. She very carefully didn’t touch him on approach. “You look good enough to eat, Mr. Quill.”

Peter arched an eyebrow. “I don’t think we have time for that right now, Roxanne.”

“True story. Let me grab you an access pass, and show you the dressing room. You can come and go from the show back then.” Roxanne led him over to Jerry. “My friend needs a pass, Jer.”

“Roxy, really?” Jerry gave Peter a once over. “You’ve never been one for groupies.”

“He’s not a groupie,” Roxanne argued. Peter shook his head from behind Roxanne.

“Totally a groupie. Nice to meet you.” He offered his hand to Jerry. Jerry shook it, raising an eyebrow at Roxanne.

“Not a groupie. I’ll grab you that pass.” Jerry flipped through his clipboard and pulled a pass out for Peter, handing it over and then hustling off to do something.

“What did he mean?”

“If you were a groupie, you wouldn’t have shook his hand,” Roxanne informed him. She glanced around and saw that no one was watching and pressed a kiss to Peter’s lips quickly. “See you later.”

The concert went better than Roxanne had anticipated. They were called for three encores and the preliminary tally on the fundraising from merchandise was twice what had been anticipate, Jerry had announced as they came off-stage. The caffeine had finally worn off, and coupled with the intense concert, Roxanne was bagged. She stumbled into the dressing room, forgetting that Peter was waiting for her, and flopped on the couch.

“You look exhausted, Roxanne.” Peter stepped over to the couch, sat her up and began rubbing her back. Roxanne groaned in release.

“33 more dates, Pete. I won’t let you leave if you keep that backrub up,” Roxanne threatened. Peter climbed onto the couch behind her and kept massaging.

“You know the team wouldn’t allow that,” Peter murmured, dropping a kiss on the nape of her neck. “They say I’ve missed you.”

“Have you?”

“Probably,” he admitted. Roxanne laughed.

“And when are you expected back?”

“Eventually.” Peter’s hands stilled on her shoulders and slid forward, wrapping around her. He sighed and leaned against her.

“That’s vague. Tonight? Tomorrow?” Roxanne pushed up and turned in his arms, kneeling into the plush couch cushions. “Next Tuesday?”

Peter answered her with a kiss. He drew her up against his chest and slipped his hands under the spangly silver sequined top Roxanne had worn during her last set. “Long enough, Rox.”

“Then maybe we should move this to the bus, where we have half a chance of some privacy.” Roxanne stepped off the couch and took Peter’s hand, leading him down the hallway toward the loading bay. Roxanne pulled a magnetic flag off the inside of the bus door and put it on the outside before pulling the door shut. Peter peered around at it and started laughing.

“Sleeping? Not really.” He winked and followed her down to her bunk. “Where were we?” He pulled her back into his arms and tilted his head down to kiss her. Roxanne wrapped her arms around his neck and groaned.

“You were giving me an amazing massage,” she reminded him. “Here, I’ll get my show stuff off and you can continue. My back has been killing me the last few days.” She turned away to the drawers beside her bed and pulled out a pair of pajamas. Peter snorted.

“Don’t worry about those. They won’t be on long anyhow,” he teased. Roxanne smirked and disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

“I don’t wear anything under my stage clothes, Pete,” she taunted from the bathroom. Peter pulled off his jacket and boots and dropped them in a pile on the floor. Roxanne reappeared and assessed him. “You could lose the shirt and pants too.” He stripped down to his boxers and hopped on the bed beside her, bouncing her slightly. She rolled onto her stomach and cleared her throat.

“Let’s have some more of those magic fingers, Star-Lord,” Roxanne demanded. Peter knelt beside her and dug into the tense muscles of her back and was gratified to hear Roxanne’s moan of pleasure at the massage. He leaned down and kissed her shoulder, watching goosebumps dance across the bare flesh at her neck. Roxanne sighed and settled under his skillful ministrations.

“I liked the song, Rox,” he offered.

“Yeah?”

“The Milano is remarkably warm inside. Just thought I’d confirm that for you,” he teased. Roxanne let out a low chuckle.

“Good to know.” Her voice had grown husky.

“I liked the acoustic version from the radio best,” he continued. “But I need to know, do I count as hot like Thor?”

There was no response from Roxanne, and Peter was ready to be offended when he caught the gentle snore and realized she’d fallen asleep. He pulled up the blankets and curled up next to her to go to sleep.

“I’m sorry,” Roxanne whispered, kissing Peter awake in the low light of pre-dawn.

“You were tired,” Peter grumbled, scrubbing his hand across his face. Roxanne slid closer on the bed and nodded.

“I was. I’m not now.” She dipped her head and nipped at his collarbone. Peter made a noise that Roxanne could only define as a purr and rolled on top of her, capturing her mouth with his own. He slid his hand down to her pajama bottoms and tugged at them. Roxanne shifted her hips, pulling free of the stretchy jersey shorts and wriggling them down her hips. She tugged at Peter’s briefs, struggling to shimmy the elastic down his hips. He broke free from the kiss to take over, kicking them off the foot of the bed. He dropped back between Roxanne’s legs and let out a sigh of contentment. Roxanne bit his lip, crooking her heel around the back of his thigh and tugging him closer.

The sharp staccato of purposeful knocking started at the front of the bus. Peter stilled, like he was a kid caught with his hand in the candy jar. “Who –“

“I don’t care, we’re busy, and I have my sleeping flag up. Everyone on the crew knows you do not disturb me when I’m sleeping,” she grumbled.

“We’re not sleeping,” Peter pointed out.

“I’m not answering the door,” Roxanne shrugged, and pulled his mouth back to hers. She tugged him against her and used his movement to shift her weight and roll on top of him. She sat back, and stared at him. His hair was tousled from sleep, and he had a few days growth of stubble. He looked good in the morning. She leaned back down and kissed him, rocking her hips until he slipped inside her. He groaned into her mouth, and settled his hands at her hips, following along as she rocked her pelvis back and forth.

The banging at the door intensified. He broke the kiss to stare over her shoulder, as if they were going to be interrupted.

“Pete, relax. The door is locked,” Roxanne reassured him. He sat up and rolled her onto her back, pistoning his hips against hers. Roxanne rocked in rhythm with him, letting out a whimper of pleasure as he ground against her roughly.

“Goddamnit, Roxy, I know you’re in there!” It sounded like Jerry. The banging became a cacophony of noise, and Peter slowed down just long enough to lean back and swing the door to the bunk shut and flip the lock. Roxanne pulled him back to her, taking his mouth aggressively with her own.

“Stop getting distracted, Pete,” she growled, tilting her hips and wrapping her legs tightly around his thighs. Peter closed his eyes and sighed, his thrusts getting rougher and quicker. The banging at the door echoed through the room, in syncope to the movements of their bodies. Peter grunted and tightened his grip on her hips, collapsing against her.

“I’m sorry, Rox. I couldn’t concentrate. And you felt really good,” he murmured into her ear, smoothing her hair away from her face as he shifted his weight and rolled to the side. He pressed his lips gently against hers.

“Been at sea too long, sailor?” Roxanne teased.

“Seems like a month is too long where you are concerned. I’ll make it up to you,” he promised.

“Yes, you will.” Roxanne climbed across him and picked his t-shirt off the floor, pulling it over her head. She grabbed a pair of panties out of the drawer and slipped them up over her hips. She moved to smooth her hair, and decided against it, unlatching the door and walking toward the front of the bus. The banging was enough that Peter pulled a pillow over his head. He heard Roxanne unlock the door of the bus and swing it open, and heard her pad back up the steps into the kitchenette. He peered at her from under the pillow, watching her pull a k-cup pod out of the box, and set a cup of coffee brewing.

“Christ Almighty, Roxy, I was banging on that door for ten minutes!” Jerry complained as he climbed the stairs into the bus. “Did you not get my text last night, you’re late for a meeting.”

“You’d better have another one of those nice white cups for me if you’re going to talk to me like that this early in the morning, Jer,” Roxanne snatched the Starbucks cup out of his hand, and took the coffee cup from the k-cup machine. She turned her back on the manager and brought the coffee down to Peter. “Here, you can have my coffee, since Jerry brought me whatever this is.” She put it on the bedside table and headed back down the narrow hall to the kitchenette. About halfway down the short hall, the bus rocked with the footfalls of another person climbing up the short stack of stairs. Roxanne opened the mini-fridge, and bent over, looking for something to eat. Peter watched Jerry look away uncomfortably as his t-shirt slipped up Roxanne’s hips exposing her hot pink panties. The guy at the top of the stairs had no such qualms about Roxanne’s state of undress.

“It’s been a while since I’ve spent quality time with a musician. But this looks promising.” The stranger pulled off his sunglasses and smiled wolfishly at Roxanne’s ass. Roxanne shot up, and turned to face him. The look he gave Roxanne made Peter want to run down the hall and punch him. Roxanne obviously felt the same way, and the crack of her hand connecting with the guy’s face reverberated through the confined space of the bus.

“Who the fuck is this, Jer?” She demanded.

“Roxanne Raintree, meet Tony Stark. Mr. Stark was interested in supporting the foundation.” Jerry dropped his head into his hands and rubbed his temple, masking a cringe. “I don’t suppose he still will be.”

“She’s not the first woman to slap me. Won’t be the last,” Stark shrugged. Roxanne tensed.

“No thanks. We’ve already discussed this, Jerry. We want to foundation to stand on its own, without corporate sponsorship.” Roxanne dismissed Stark and Jerry and went back to the fridge. She didn’t bend as far over as she looked inside it for something to eat. She pulled out a yogurt and slowly pulled the foil off, raising an eyebrow at Jerry. “You can go now.”

“Roxy, I can call you that, right? Roxy, Stark Industries wants to support any initiative that makes the sciences attainable,” Stark started. “And your particular foundation has huge potential to bring in kids that might not otherwise get those opportunities.”

“Yes, I know. That’s why we founded it.” Roxanne rummaged in the kitchenette for a spoon, and leaned against the short counter to eat. She crossed her ankles and pursed her lips as she watched Stark take in the pale length of her legs.

“Stark Industries wants to throw money at you. I’m having a hard time understanding –“

“Stark Industries might have successfully rebranded, but the bands involved in the foundation are really not interested in taking donations from a company that used to make military weapons,” Roxanne interrupted.

“So this granola and flaxseed reputation is legitimate?” Stark scoffed.

“My life isn’t about sound bites, Mr. Stark. I practice what I preach.”

“And you have the freedom to practice that because of sacrifices –“

“Don’t. Don’t go there, Mr. Stark,” Roxanne cut him off. “You don’t get to talk about the sacrifices of the military just because you provided them with weapons.”

“It must be nice to be wealthy enough to refuse donations on principle, but consider who is losing out while you ride your high horse into the sunset, princess.” Stark raised an eyebrow and then looked past her, settling his gaze on Peter, who was laying in the bed, pillow still over his head, blanket barely covering his ass. “I can see you’re busy. Another time.” Stark turned on his heel and walked out. Roxanne took a sip from the coffee she’d stolen from Jerry.

“Well done, Roxy. He was set to donate half a million.” Jerry shook his head and rose to leave.

“We don’t need his money.” Roxanne was adamant.

“Get that groupie out of here, we pull out in thirty minutes.” Jerry stomped down the stairs and slammed the bus door shut. Roxanne walked back to the bed and climbed in beside Peter. Peter groaned and pulled her close for a kiss before sitting up.

“You coming back any time soon?” She asked as he pulled his clothes on. He shrugged.

“I don’t know.” Peter pulled a concert t-shirt out of his pocket and pulled it over his head. He sat down on the edge of the bed and laced up his boots. Roxanne bit the inside of her cheek, trying to be cool with the answer.

“Well, you seem to be able to track down the concert schedule easily enough. And you’ve figured out radio contests,” she paused. Peter laughed.

“Actually, that was Rocket,” he admitted. Roxanne laughed.

“That is awesome. How? You know what, I don’t want to know,” she smiled. “Next time, I’ll make sure we can’t be disturbed.” Peter pushed her back onto the bed and kissed her again.

“I swear, I owe you one.” He murmured. Roxanne bit his lip and smiled.

“We already established that. A big one,” She teased and let go of him.

#Guardians of the Galaxy Fic #guardians of the galaxy fic with OFC #peter quill x ofc

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