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jazzsonly · 7 months

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ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴇ (2)

pairing(s): sam carpenter x g!p!stem!reader

warning(s): smut. p in v. handjob. cheating. cuming inside. probably the worst thing you ever read omg.

summary: part one.

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you don’t know why you were standing here, standing at your ex-girlfriend’s apartment door at midnight while you’re sulking girlfriend was at home.

apart of you felt like shit, you knew you shouldn’t have kissed sam. even if it were for a stupid game. even if amber gave you permission. because the whole way home amber shot smart comments but denied she was bothered.

in her own words, “no baby, i’m not bothered i watched my girlfriend get a boner from her ex.”

you wanted to say how could she be mad when she gave you permission but it wasn’t worth the argument and nonetheless you did feel terrible. you couldn’t imagine the insecurity you’d sparked up in the girl.

while you had these feelings, you’re ones for sam overpowered them. you tried to sleep (on the couch because amber didn’t want to be near you.) but you couldn’t. you had this dying, searing need to see sam, to touch sam.

you lift your hand to hesitantly knock but even before you could the door swung open, revealing sam clad in a robe and wet hair.

“come in.” a stupid smirk plastered on her pink lips while she stepped aside, giving you space in the door. she leads you to her room.

“i thought i’d have to wait at least a week before you came…but you missed me more than i thought.”

you squint your eyes at the girl, hating that she were right. you both underestimated how much you missed her.

“how’d you even know i was here?”

she takes a seat on her bed, crossing her legs and leaning back on her hands. “i seen your car from my window.”

“so, how’s your girlfriend? she mad?”

you scoff, still having distaste for her character of mind games. “of course she is, sam. that’s fucked up what you did.”

“mhm. did she fuck you good? because i’m sure if she did you wouldn’t be here.” the girl bites, not liking your tone with her.

you turn your head to the side, still standing by her door. knowing amber offered to touch but you declined. telling her you didn’t feel right.

but in your mind, you knew you wanted it to be sam to do you. only she could do you right.

“oh,” she laughs. “she didn’t fuck you at all. that’s why you’re here.”

sam was far too amused.

she was amused and blissful. this was her way and chance to get you back, to get you away from the rigid hands of amber. she would never admit it but underneath all her mind games and façade she missed you like crazy.

you were the only one to put up with her, let alone handle her.

“come here.” your eyes flick to her and back down to the floor, standing in place.

“y/n, come here.” venom in her word this time, and you hesitantly comply. taking a seat next her body.

“untie my rob.” you bite your lip, it was too late to go back now.

you bring your finger tips to the tie of the black silk rob, that hugged her body so right in your eyes. and with the tie undone the seem of her boobs showed.

glints pops in your eyes at the sight.

“mhm, good.” she leans off her hands, placing one on your thigh, her boobs fully showing now.

your skin felt hot, maybe a pierce of sweat by the way she was in your proximity. her brown orbs pouring seduction and need into yours. your orbs having the same amount of lust but a hint of nerves.

sam could see right through your nerves, she could tell there was beating in your heart telling you it’s wrong to do this with your girlfriend’ at home but she didn’t care. she would fix that right up and make you forget amber even existed.

“nobody will ever know,” sam whispered a lie into your lips before sealing it with a truthful kiss.

you pull away at first, looking back to the floor but she tugs on your neck, easily pulling you back in.

there it was. that intoxicating, intense feeling of how much you longed for her.

you hands once again found her waist, just bare this time. you held on so tight, nails slightly causing her sensational pain.

it felt all brand new and old at the same time. you subconsciously moved your lips to her neck, smelling the fresh dove off her skin. she was sexy as ever to you in this moment. it felt like blissful death to have her in your hands this way, and her hands gripping on your thighs. slightly feeling the buldge through your jeans.

as much as sam loved you in control, she loved to be in control even more. she flips the script, sliding her hand up the back of your neck into your hair, she tugs harshly causing you to grunt.

you head held in place, you watch her climb onto your lap. her other hand, pulls on the hem of your hoodie and you get the message. taking it off, leaving you in a beat up vintage michael jackson t-shirt.

sam on the other hand, let’s the silk slide off her arms. leaving her vulnerably exposed.

“god,” you’re shaking breath let out a whisper at the sight.

“i wanna’ ride you.” sam confirms, stepping off to you give area to slide your jeans off.

“your briefs too, y/n.” she scoffs at your horny fogged mind.

this time sam was the one mesmerized at the sight of you.

7 1/2 inches stood tall and rock hard.

she didn’t waste a second climbing back into your lap. she wanted to make sure you were ready, she spit in her hand as a form of lube and strokes you softly.

her eyes so dark, practically black at the way you fell apart in her hands. you head thrown back, light moans and whimpers feel from your lips.

she made sure to caress the tip with her thumb, collecting the pre-cum and stroking down, twisting her hand as well.

“sammy,” you let out and if possible, her eyes grew even darker at the nickname.

she didn’t care if you were ready or not anymore. she needed to have you and oh she did.

she leans up, holding you in place to align herself. she a took a deep breath before coming down on you.

the room filled with both of your moans. if you were falling apart before, you were a mess now.

the way she gushed around you.

she was so tight, and you hate to think it but she was tighter than amber. almost as if she were a perfect fit.

sam places her hand on your abdomen to balance herself as she rotates her hips on you, making sure to precise with her movements so you both can receive maximum pleasure.

“so big,” the carpenter whimpers out, when you push your hips up. she swore she felt you hit spots she didn’t even knew existed.

thank god tara ended up sleeping at mindy’s because from sam’s room through the whole apartment there was nothing but the sounds of slapping, whimpers, and moans.

“fuck, wait, sammy i’m gonna cum.” you pant, snapping your eyes up a the girl.

despite your protest, sam didn’t stop. in fact, it only evoked her more and she moved her hips in way you had never felt before. all you knew was that it brought you closer to climax as it did sam too.

sam felt that pit in her stomach and she knew there was no holding back.

“y/n, fuck.“ she shouted out. (if they didn’t before, the neighbors definitely knew your name now.)

and there was no use for you, once you felt sam’s juices flow all over you, your thick ropes explore her insides.

“oh my,” unintentionally, your hips pushed up at the pleasure.

sam toppled on top of you, allowing her head to fall in your neck. your body was limp, you both only being able to pant for a minute.

“so, is she better than me?”

you wouldn’t say it because you hated to think it, let alone compare.

but no one was better than sam.

──────── well… wrote this while i was at the gym LMAO👩🏽‍💻

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sheisjoeschateau · 2 months

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"Oh, so we DO love Steve..." | PART VI

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Steve Harrington x Bauman!fem!reader enemies to lovers, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, upside down mayhem, S2-S4, post S4 universe hot-take, end-of-the-world / dystopian setting, ugly fights turned smut (...but with hella plot). 18+

CHAPTER WARNINGS: tw - mention of death, injuries, emotional smut (minors: DNI), language, end-of-the-world terror talk, newfound shared codependency. 18+

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You felt like you could sleep for five years.

That electric fence had robbed you of your energy, draining your battery completely. No doubt you were useless at this point. But you were just so exhausted, you couldn’t even bring yourself to fight against what you were physically experiencing.

Everything hurts. Your chest. Your shoulders and back. Your legs, your lungs. Even your neck.

Guess being brought back from the dead can take it outta you.

A lot of what went down after you…well…blacked out… It’s honestly a blur.

You remember Steve eventually lifting you up, carrying you bridal style. And you remember seeing his eyes. Dark brown orbs, scanning you like a hawk and uncharacteristically glassy. You also remember Hopper over the walkie, telling your group to abort the plan and head back to base for a re-group. His crew was on their way back, and Group 1 would be back with the supplies later that night.

Jonathan offered multiple times to help carry you, along with Eddie. But Steve just shook his head every time, insisting he was fine, clinging to you tightly while tucking your head against his chest. Dustin worriedly asked them if you would be alright a handful of times, and you kept wanting to tell this sweet kid all sorts of sweet comforting things. But damn, you were wiped. So you just let the guys assure him that you are fine.

The way Steve held you felt so…safe. Almost familiar, despite the nurturing touch from him being so foreign. Just last week, you never would have thought him capable of being so gentle. Then again, it seemed that the ones who show the least amount of affection tend to be the most capable. He definitely struck you as someone who is affectionate in a relationship, given how he used to be with Nancy. You gathered that much. Touchy, flirty, all that jazz.

But this? This was different.

He was different.

You were right. You fucking knew it.

The past few days had changed so much between you and Steve. And if you could think straight at the moment, or even think at all, it would overwhelm you. You knew that it would eventually.

…you also knew that your uncle was never gonna let you live this down. The thought made you internally laugh, as you were carried through the trees until you all reached your destination. Although, Murray probably would cut you some slack. Given the whole… temporarily dying thing. At least that would work to your benefit, you think to yourself morbidly.

You had drifted off in Steve’s arms during the journey back. As you all approached the house, you stirred back awake. You could hear everyone shuffling out the front door, getting closer to you guys.

Murray was the first to race his way over to you, hovering above you in Steve’s arms. His eyes were uncharacteristically glassy, his scruffy face etched with worry and relief. He struggled with what else to do or say. Sentimentality did not come naturally to the Bauman bloodline…

But after he swallowed, thickly, he told you — “Don’t do that to me again kiddo, alright? The rest of our family is crazy, you’re gonna have to…stick around. Got it?”

You smiled faintly. “Love you too, Murray.”

Your uncle gave you a curt nod, but you could see him tearing up. He sniffed aggressively, biting back emotion and looking up at Steve. Lucas and Erica stepped closer, coming into view for you. Poor babies looked so worried.

Murray managed to convince Steve to hand you over to him, but that didn’t stop him from staying glued to your uncle’s hip. Everyone else shuffled inside, too. Steve asked Eddie to stay and watch the kids, giving his shoulder a grateful squeeze. Jonathan said he’d wait up for the rest of the gang to make it back while Steve moved to give Dustin a bone-crushing hug.

You were carried off to the master bedroom downstairs, where Joyce and Hopper have been sleeping. Suddenly you hissed in pain as Murray sat you down on the bed.

Steve knelt in front of you, immediately asked you nervously, voice soft, “What is it, what hurts, talk to me...”

You tried to lift your arm but couldn’t. The adrenaline was wearing off, now letting your body really feel the damage done. “M’shoulder.”

Your uncle and Steve looked you over, realizing.

“Might be broken,” your uncle murmured, then sighing, “shit.”

“We have to tell Owens,” Steve said, his hand on your thigh.

Murray nodded, “I’ll tell Jim we need to get him over here.”

Your uncle watched Steve gingerly take your hands into his, assessing the deep tears in your palms from where the fence had scorched through them. Even Murray had to admit — the Harrington kid definitely exudes sex appeal, especially when he looks dismayed. It’s very Patrick Swayze. But more than that, your uncle could tell this wasn’t just some puppy love thing. It seemed like the real deal.

...ahh fuck, he thought.

When Jim answered his call, Murray walked away to talk and let him know they’d need to get you medical attention. Steve was examining every single inch of you, touching you carefully and protectively. He stood, moving to carefully lift your good arm over his shoulders.

“Bathroom. Need to wrap up those hands.”

You leaned into him, and when you finally got into the restroom inside of the master, Steve put the toilet seat down and helped you sit before moving to get the first aid kit out from underneath the sink. Steve was back in seconds, kneeling in front of you and pulling out the items he needed for patching you up. You watched his perfect hair flop in front of his eyes while his head was down, admiring him silently.

“Here,” he spoke gently, moving to delicately hold one of your hands. He looked up at you, his eyes rimmed red from earlier. “S’gonna sting. But we’ll get them done quickly, yeah? Tell me if I need to stop?”

Off your dazed nod, he moved to peck the swiftest of kisses to your cheek before getting to work.

Your eyes were closed while he did, scrunched shut in pain with a small hiss as the antiseptic made contact with your ripped palms. Steve murmured, so quietly, “Sorry, baby, I know,” along with other whispered apologies that included the word baby or angel. It made something strange flutter inside your stomach, despite all the pain.

You made yourself find joy in the unlikeliness of it all, grateful for the fact that you all were still alive and in one piece. Otherwise, the dreaded truth that you were all a day behind schedule — putting you all in even bigger trouble — would consume your mind. You felt guilty. Everyone had to slow down because you’d been the one to get hurt. You’re the one who went and died on everyone, having to be resuscitated.

Jesus, you thought. As if I wasn’t already a nag.

The feeling of Steve’s fingers tenderly closing around both of your hands made you realize that Steve's self-appointed nurse work was finished. Yours hands were freshly wrapped up and covering the raw, bloody cuts that the electric fence had seared into your palms.

Steve carefully brought all of your fingers, curled around his, to his lips. He planted a long, soft kiss over all of your knuckles. You opened your eyes and saw his gaze fixed on the gauze wrapped in a makeshift pattern, encasing your small damaged hands. He held them delicately, more than you ever thought him capable. He was always so brash, cocky and arrogant with you. But right now, that person didn’t seem to exist. This Steve was gentle. Soft. His pretty brown eyes seemed lost, deep in thought.

You looked at him fondly. God, you loved this boy. You realized that now, that you loved him. Truly loved him. You couldn’t help but reach one of your gauzed hands up to his cheek, and he turned his head to lightly kiss your palm and hold it there, his large hand curling around your wrist.

“Steve,” you breathed.

He still stared at nothing, but finally his eyes glanced up at you. They were sad, bloodshot and strained. You hated it. This was your fault.

“You alright?” you breathed.

He pinched his brows together, nodding with feigned assurance, pressing his lips into a tight-lipped smile. But he didn’t speak. And you knew that was because he wasn’t alright. Not at all.

But he clearly was not ready to say that. He sniffed, standing up. “Let’s get you some water, yeah?” he asked tightly.

You nodded, letting him help you stand while minding your bad shoulder.

The kids were already outside of the bedroom door, anxious to see you. Lucas, Erica, Mike, Will and El. They all went to ask questions, hesitant but unable to help themselves. They kept their voices lower, knowing they needed to not bombard you fully. You gave the kids all a soft smile, wobbly on your legs as you reached to pull them in for a little group hug.

“Careful of her arm, guys, it might be broken,” Steve told them, motherly. They obeyed. “Let’s get her some water,” Steve added.

Erica immediately went off to fulfill the request.

Steve and El guided you over to the living room with Murray, who walked over to you to put an arm around you and walk you over to sit.

Hopper now stood in the living room. Jonathan was standing with Argyle. Dustin was there still, with Eddie. Poor kid looked so shaken up. You gave him an apologetic look, extending an arm to him -- and he raced over to you after you’d sat down.

You ruffled his hair, letting him wrap his arms around your waist for a hug. “I’m so sorry,” he mumbled against your jacket.

Your heart broke. “Dude, don’t be. Better me than you. Still, I’m…m'sorry you had to see that.”

Hopper was looking over at you with a relieved expression, walking in your direction. He glanced over at Steve as he did, seeing him standing there with his arms crossed and teeth sunk into his bottom lip with a pensive expression. Hopper gave his shoulder an assuring squeeze, and a hard pat on the shoulder.

Then, looking back at you and kneeling, “How you doin’, champ?”

You sighed. “Feel like my battery’s on its last percent.”

Hopper nodded, breathing a light laugh. He ruffled your hair. “A little static-y up here. You been sticking your finger into some sockets?” You snorted, feeling tired all over again.

Erica got back with water for you, handing it over. You sipped, feeling the couch sink down beside you. It was Steve, sitting next to you. He had to physically restrain himself from pulling you into his arms, knowing that the kids — well, aside from Dustin — didn’t know anything yet, or Hopper. Maybe not even Murray. Although, Steve was beginning to highly doubt that now.

Everyone began talking about what happened. What went wrong, why didn’t it work? Lucas explained that the calculations weren’t wrong, regarding the hacking into the breaker switch system. Murray flusteredly agreed, saying it didn’t add up.

But then Eleven spoke up, saying, “Another hacker.”

You all looked at her, confused. She explained.

“With their mind. Someone used their mind.”

It turns out, she had used her powers to see that it was being tampered with by some invisible figure. Meaning that they had sensed your whereabouts. Who “they” were, exactly? That had yet to be figured out. Point was, you all were doomed from the start.

The kids started saying something about El being able to control it with her mind — to “counter the counter.”

Hopper wasn’t keen on the idea, nor was Murray. Steve definitely had his doubts. Eddie and Jonathan did, too. But Eleven said it could work, as long as she went there in her mind.

But that raised an even bigger question: were you all at even bigger risk now that your visit had clearly been known by someone? Something?

Eleven said it was just an entity. Not human. But that made everyone gulp… Was it Vecna? Was he not dead after all?

“Regardless,” Hopper was saying. “We’ll need to lay low. The evacuation mandate starts next week. If we’re gonna stay here and figure this thing out, we’ll need an entirely new plan.”

“Orrrr,” Mike interjected. “We do this before the mandate happens.”

It was definitely a light argument amongst the group now. More of a debate than anything. The kids were insisting that it could work, while Steve was insistent it was too dangerous to risk it again.

“Hopping that fence is clearly out of the question right now,” he said, shuddering.

Jonathan looked at him sympathetically, along with you.

“...what if we go over it?”

Everyone turned to look at Eddie, confused. He looked at everyone nervously, but with an idea clearly in mind. The lightbulb over his head flashed.

“What if Miss Superpowers here — gets us over it? Meaning we don’t climb it, or mount it. We just…float…?...over it…?”

Dustin begins to grin, looking over and Mike and Lucas. Even Eleven looks hopeful. She turns to Hopper. “I can do that.”

Hopper sighs, battling it still. “That doesn’t mean we aren’t in for a rude awakening on the other side.”

“We’re in for a rude awakening no matter what we do,” Lucas speaks with fervency.

It’s a lot of back and forth from there, and you feel Steve’s arm slip across the back of the couch so that he can massage your neck with his fingers. You sigh at the touch, relieved to have him touching you somehow. You inch closer to him, and he does everything in his power not to lift your legs so that they can drape over his.

“But if we all wait until after the mandate,” Jonathan is saying. “That’ll only put us in even more danger rather than doing it now. Or, well, before this weekend. Before next week.”

“I think it’s worth it.”

Your voice causes everyone to look in your directions. Steve’s fingers halt but stay in place. You take a breath, continuing.

“If we…branch off again. In our groups. This time we’d only need 2. The group here, and group 1, can go with us, or with Hopper and El over to where the gate might be re-opening.”

“That’s true,” your uncle agrees.

“Actually, no, we’d need 3,” Jonathan points out. “Someone has to stay here. Make sure no one seeks shelter here, or tries to break in and steal supplies. Shit’s getting gnarly out there. Nancy said so over the walkie.”

“Okay, so 3 groups,” Mike said. “That’s worth it.”

Lucas and Dustin verbally agreed with him.

Hopper was contemplating it deeply.

Murray nodded at him, “Jim, this could work.”

The retired cop pursed his lips, still thinking. But he didn’t argue it.

Just then, the others got back. Will, Joyce, Robin and Nancy all walked in. When they saw you, they sagged with relief.

Joyce made her way over with Robin, kneeling in front of you.

“Sweetie, how’re you doing?” Joyce stroked your arms while Robin gave you the saddest of smiles.

You returned their smiles, weekly. “M’alright.”

Joyce fawned over you like a doting mother, and you saw Robin looking over at Steve with a furrowed brow. She could tell he wasn’t okay, and it worried her.

“We have a plan,” Dustin said enthusiastically.

“Nooo. We have an idea,” Jim corrected firmly. Dustin scoffed along with Mike, both beginning to argue back.

“Guys, we have to make sure no one else dies out there, alright?”

Steve’s words come out harsher than he meant for them too, and his voice slightly hitches at the end.

Everyone stares, and the silence is thick.

You look over to see Steve, his eyes hardened with trauma. He sighs, feeling bad and running a hand through his hair as he looks down and mutters an apology to Dustin and Mike -- who both honestly can't even blame him.

You reach out to squeeze Steve's thigh, unable to not offer him comfort. You really don’t care who sees it right now as your thumb massages his pant leg.

Robin definitely pinches her brows together, looking between the two of you. But she figures that Steve just probably feels bad, given how he has treated you like shit then had to deal with bringing you back from the dead. That’s probably it…right?

But Nancy knows that look in Steve’s eyes. He doesn’t ever look that way unless he’s…in love. No matter how traumatizing or upsetting something is, this look is different. And that’s confirmed for her whenever Steve goes back to massaging your neck, instinctively tilting his head towards you, even as he stares down at his lap.

Jim clocks Steve’s outburst, frowning. “Exactly,” he agrees in a low voice, carefully. “No one’s going through that again.”

Everyone shuffles their feet. After some silence, Mike speaks first: “I’m really glad you’re alright, Bauman.”

That breaks the ice, and everyone adds their verbal agreements. You feel your cheeks flush.

“Bauman Squared is a badass,” Jonathan adds, smiling softly.

“Never seen someone cheat death like that,” Eddie nods. “Most metal shit I’ve ever seen.”

You let out a breathy, sheepish chuckle while Steve’s fingers absentmindedly trace the nape of your neck and top of your spine, seeking silent comfort.

“You guys saving my life was way more metal,” you say, voice weak but grateful. You look at Eddie and Jonathan, then turn to Steve — squeezing his leg again. His hand on your neck slips to rest there, wrapped around the curve protectively. Almost possessively.

Now Robin is onto something.

“Steve never stopped,” Dustin adds. "Not for a second."

Jonathan's nodding. "Not one."

Steve digs his toe into the ground, eyes staring a hole into the carpet. He’s seated so close to you, letting it ground him as he frowns at the ground.

Jonathan can tell someone needs to change the subject, for both your sakes. He clears his throat. “So let’s figure this out then. A plan that won’t cost any of us our lives again.”

You turn to look at him, nodding. Everyone else nods, too.

Hopper takes a deep breath, looking at everyone intently before turning to Joyce. “Alright. First, let’s sift through the supplies you all got today. Get it stashed. We also need to start storing things in the basement soon, so that we can all stay there safely after the mandate gets put in place. We'll need to do it this weekend.”

Joyce gets everyone to follow her outside to her car and unload everything into the kitchen, so that they can all sort through the canned food and other supplies. Robin quickly knelt to give you a tight hug first, saying how fucking relieved she was that you were still here. You hugged her back before she ran off to help the others. Hopper stays behind with you, Murray and Steve.

“Dr. Owens will be coming here in the morning to check on your shoulder,” Hopper is telling you. He really is a comforting father figure, and a strangely calming presence. “Here, lemme take a look real quick.”

You let him feel around, swallowing down the urge to hiss out in pain. Hopper says it could just be sprained, or maybe even fractured. But he says it's best if you don’t take any chances. “Go ahead and lay down for the rest of the day, alright? Get some sleep. You’ve done…more than enough.”

You look down, ashamed. “I’m so sorry.”

That makes Hopper look at you quizzically, brow furrowed. Murray does too.

“Why in the world are you sorry?” Hopper asks.

Steve looks at you in silent dismay. But you're sighing with your eyes downcast, not noticing...instead feeling his gaze.

“...'cause, if this hadn’t happened," you were saying, "We might’ve actually gotten something. This put everyone behind. I just…hate that I did that.”

Your uncle looked so disheartened. “Kiddo, this isn’t your fault. You didn’t do this.”

“It’s my fault,” Steve murmured, shamefully. “I should’ve – should’ve…”

“No one is at fault here. Period.” Hopper spoke firmly, but with parental empathy and assurance. He looked at Steve, hard now. Then back at you. “You guys did everything you could. Alright? We’re not behind. If anything, we’re farther along now that we’re all safe and can actually come up with a better plan.”

You nodded. He was right. Hopper gave your knee a squeeze, ruffingling your hair for a moment before looking back at Steve sadly. Steve hadn’t looked up again, frowning at his lap. Hopper ducked his head to his eye level. “Hey, kid. You busted ass in making sure we didn’t let us lose a soldier today. You get that, right?”

Steve shuddered a deep breath through his nose, curling in his lips. After a few beats, he gave a curt nod. Hopper’s frown deepened.

“Steve. You saved a life today.”

Steve looked up at him with the saddest eyes. Murray was watching him with more empathy than you’ve ever seen. You reached over to take Steve’s hand with your wrapped one. He clutched it instantly, mindful of your injured palms and applying the pressure of his grasp to your fingers.

“Yeah, you did,” you added softly.

Murray swallows, shuffling. “Thank you. For saving my niece today, Steve.”

Steve gives him the quickest of smiles and nods. It’s clear that he’s fighting off emotion.

Hopper can tell that Steve is really struggling, and he gives his shoulder a squeeze before rising to stand. He looks between the two of you. He’s…picking up on the vibe. He thought that maybe Steve just felt really shaken up about having to watch someone actually die today, then save their life. That shit causes lifelong PTSD. But Hopper could tell, it was more than that. He cleared his throat. “Let’s help her upstairs.”

But Steve immediately stood. “I got her.”

Hopper and Murray watched him help you up, hooking your good arm over his shoulders. Tenderly. Kindly. Protectively. Steve's eyes, soft and fond, never looked away from you.

…yeah, the two grown men knew. They were 19 once.

Robin rounded the corner. “Steve, can I help?”

Steve was walking up the stairs with you. “S’okay, I got it. Love you, Robs.”

Robin scrunched her eyebrows together, confused as she watched her best friend continue to mount the stairs with you. But Hopper, who was still watching you both as you walked upstairs, just gave her a reassuring nod. Robin cocked an eyebrow. What did Hopper know that she didn’t yet? And Murray, who had an all-knowing expression on his face. It was much more somber, compared to his usual shit-eating-grins that he wears when he’s onto something. But still. He was onto something.

Murray cleared his throat awkwardly, before moving towards the kitchen.

Hopper stopped him. “Hey. You alright?”

The smart-alec know-it-all actually paused to reflect before answering that question. He took a deep breath.

“You know that feeling you get when you’re worried sick El won’t come back, or something’ll take her?”

Something flashes in Murray’s eyes, and it holds more vulnerability than he has ever shown.

“I get it now. That’s how I felt today. And it did get her. And I was the one here, telling them –” Murray stopped, intasking a sharp inhale and collecting himself. “I get it now.”

Hopper’s concerned gaze exuded empathy and kindness towards Murray. He patted his shoulder, hard, before Murray nodded and walked off to his room, muttering something about being back to help in a bit. Hopper let him go.

Robin was still standing there, awkwardly. “Hop, should I…do something? I mean, my best friend just brought someone back from the dead today, and I’m not really sure he’s alright because he’s never one to crack but I know that he needs to eventually and —”

Hopper sighed, giving her a polite shake of the head and gently cutting her off. “I think he needs to be with her for a while. Trust me. He’ll thank you for it.”

With a pat on her shoulder, he walked to the kitchen. Robin stood there, perplexed. Because while the circumstances were grim, and Steve was the most giving person that she knew — since when did her best friend fall hard for the girl he hated the most?

***

Steve was helping you slip out of your combat boots and socks. Then your army pants. He carefully helped slip some of his sweatpants over your legs, fasting them over your hips and tightening the string as tight as they’d go. Then, he gingerly peeled your shirt off — mindful of your bad arm. He slipped your hands into the arms of his yellow crewneck before you ducked to let him pull it over your head. It was all definitely baggy on you...which you found yourself adoring. It felt intimate. Special.

The whole time, Steve was quiet. The air felt tense. And you knew that he was not about to make it much longer without finally releasing whatever it was that he was holding back.

Until today, you had never seen Steve Harrington cry. You began to wonder if he ever let himself cry. Even when the Russians were torturing him, he panicked instead of crying. The only time that Steve had allowed himself to even get tearful was about Max. But even so, he didn’t let it show much. You figured that he maybe let himself cry whenever he was alone, or whenever it was just him in Max’s room. He’d shown vulnerability that one day, when you both sat with her, when you read her letter to him out loud. Steve was just…determined not to break down.

So yeah, seeing him like that today? Bawling his eyes out over you, of all things? You were still processing that.

“Hey… How you feeling?” you asked him in a low voice, ducking your head and trying to catch his gaze. Reaching up with your good arm, you played with the ends of his hair. But he didn’t answer. He seemed distracted, lost in thought as he stared at his shirt on you, his hands on your hips.

You swallowed, trying again. “...wanna talk about it?”

He pursed his lips so you wouldn’t see them tremble. The words he should have said got stuck in his throat. He swallowed thickly, Adam's apple bobbing. He settled for —

“M’gonna shower real quick, okay?”

Your heart sank at his words, breathed more than spoken.

Steve looked up at you with his best tight-lipped smile. You almost cried at the pain you saw behind it. It was unfamiliar. Completely foreign for him. But there was a time for everything, and you knew it best not to push him right now. Not that anything had stopped you before. Normally, you’d grill him and not pay any mind to whatever argument it would cause. But something about the way that Steve looked right now — so solemn, almost defeated — made you want to forget any sort of friction that the two of you so often had. It had seemed to subside a bit.

After that night.

Not completely, of course. Would it ever be gone completely? This catastrophic rivalry between the two of you? Unlikely. Then again, maybe it was just a matter of figuring out what to do with it. For now, you knew it best to let him be.

You cautiously cupped his cheeks and dared to peck his lips. “Okay. I’ll be right here.”

He didn’t say anything, but you knew that he was silently grateful. He gave you a nod and headed into the bathroom.

You laid in bed, waiting patiently. Some time passed before you heard the shower turning on. Maybe ten minutes or so. Finally, you could hear the faucet squeaking and the water began to run. You laid underneath the covers, twiddling your thumbs and trying to not feel the pain in your shoulder. But when another 20 minutes went by…then another 10…you couldn’t help but feel worried. Something inside of you told you to go check on him. It was like this…gut feeling. Still, you waited.

...and then you heard it.

A strangled choke.

The door had been left cracked, so you followed the sound and slowly pushed it open. The air was hot, steamy. You swallowed hard, hesitant to speak.

“Steve?” Your tone was wary, timid. “I just…wanted to check on you.”

The silence that followed felt like it lasted a year. The water splashing onto the ceramic floor of the tub is all you heard behind the shower curtain.

"Can I come in?" you asked softly, pleading.

Then finally, a tight voice answered —

“Please."

Your clothes were on the floor in seconds, even though you grunted and hissed in pain when removing the shirt. You couldn’t get into the shower fast enough.

Peeling back the shower curtain, you found Steve’s back to you with his head underneath the stream of water. He was engulfed in steam and mist, yet you could make out his back muscles and how tense he was as he leaned a palm against the tile wall. His head was down, the hot water seeping down and hard onto the tub at his feet near the drain. God, he was beautiful. Even when he was such a prick in high school, you knew even then that Steve was still pretty. If you were being honest, though, he seemed far more beautiful now. His toned, athletic torso glistened underneath the shower head, his skin the perfect shade of sun kissed tan.

Steve turned his head over his shoulder in your direction, slowly. Almost afraid. His gorgeous brown eyes were red and bloodshot, even more than they had been before. Sad brown orbs stared back at you, water clinging to his lashes and his soaked hair. There were unshed tears pooling inside those eyes, and he was just a blink away from letting them all fall down.

He finally turned his whole body to you as you looked back at him, heartbroken, stepping towards him and reaching for his waist. You could see his breathing intakes were short, the way you get just before you have a breakdown.

“Steve,” you started, devastated.

“I just — c-can you just —”

Hold me, you knew he was trying to ask. Just hold me.

Steve’s voice broke halfway, timid in a way you’d never heard before. Not even that night, when you two had let all the walls come down. You knew what he was asking now. To be held, comforted. He just couldn’t say it, because he didn’t know how. For a fleeting second, you wondered if he considered the possibility of you saying no. If he thought that maybe his pain was some kind of burden, or shameful.

You brought him into your arms without saying a word, using your good arm to wrap up around his neck and your bad arm — screw it — to hold his waist. You stroked and gripped at the wet hair that sat at the nape of his neck, feeling his lips dig into your shoulder. You turned your head so that your lips were pressed to his temple, breathing against him. Steve clung to you desperately, as if trying to use it as confirmation that you were actually still here...

Despite the last two nights, this is the first time you both truly felt naked in front of each other. You both stood, skin to skin, the water falling around you both, and while there was nothing sexual about this time — that seemed to make it stronger. It felt as though your bodies were connecting in some sort of irreversible way. Two souls being tethered, permanently intertwined.

“I almost lost you today.”

Steve’s words sent shivers against your skin. You felt them more than you heard them.

The memory of it was haunting for you, yes — but the way that his body trembled against yours with a barely restrained sob in his throat while in your hold, made you believe it had been even worse for him. It’s not every day that you witness someone’s eyes go lifeless in front of you. It’s not every day that you almost have the person you began to care about be taken from you in the worst possible way.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Harrington,” you tried, but when the only answer you got was him squeezing you tighter, you stopped deflecting.

“I’m so sorry,” you murmured into his shoulder, brushing your lips against his skin. “M’really, really sorry.”

You felt him shake his head against you. No, don’t be sorry.

“I know that you…” you trailed off, sighing. “You guys went through hell. Bringing me back. But hey, I knew that you’d be there for me. Even when I was astral planing.”

He still didn’t laugh. Not even a little. He just clung to you like a lifeline, trembling against you and haunted by the memory.

You knew he was mentally fucked up from it. Hell, you were too. But if you were being honest, there’s not much hell you’d had to go through on your end. You were out like a light, then back again. Sure, the pain was excruciating. But for you, it was over just as soon as it had started.

Steve didn’t have such luxury, though. You realized now that he’d had to watch you.

Watch you fall.

Watch you get hurt.

Watch you die. Before —

“You saved me, okay? I’m right here.”

Pulling back only enough to look at him, you dared to cup his cheeks again and brush away his stray tears with your thumbs. Normally, he’d cringe at the mere thought of being emotional in front of you. That just wasn’t like him to be that way in front of anyone, least of all you. But right now, he looked lost and afraid. And he didn’t seem to care in the slightest how weak he looked or felt in front of you right now.

In fact, the way he was looking at you — so haunted and traumatized — brought your heart a sense of pain that it never usually felt. You wanted to take it away from him, make it go away.

“Not going anywhere,” you promised him in a whisper, gently pulling the nape of his neck towards you so that he was leaning his forehead against yours.

In this moment, you thought back on how Steve had always had an oddly comforting presence about him, despite his cocky attitude. It surprised you, really. It came so naturally to him. But right now, it’s him who needed it. And that was alright with you.

“You guys got me,” you murmured.

Steve closed his eyes, his sharp nose nuzzling yours.

“But what if we didn’t?” he breathed.

You watched as trails of shower droplets and tears made trails, finally released and passing over his perfectly placed moles and faint freckles.

“Fuck, Bauman, if I didn’t — if you’d…”

You held your breath as he choked on his whispered words, scared of them as he bit down hard on his lip. He couldn’t say it. He just couldn’t.

“God,” he shuddered in a whisper, clenching his eyes shut again as he leaned his forehead to yours. “If you were gone…”

“Hey, hey,” you shushed him gently.

“After everything I’ve said, fuck…”

“Steve, it’s okay,” you breathed, your fingers stroking the wet locks of his hair near the nape of his neck.

“Can’t lose you,” Steve said in the most inaudible, croaked whisper.

“You didn’t, okay?”

“I did,” he managed to wheeze, whispered and cracked. “I fucking did.”

You pulled back, forcing him to look at you. His chocolate brown eyes were rimmed red, strained and distraught at the memory.

Your hands still cupped his cheeks, gently tugging at the skin beneath his anguished eyes. “You didn’t, and you won’t.”

You carded your fingers through his dropping locks of hair, pushing it away from his face so that you could look him dead in the eye when speaking to him. You spoken in that foreign hushed tone that you seemed to only have reserved for Steve, breathing the words against his skin in the hot mist of the shower. You pecked his lips between the words of comfort, letting each one linger long and longer. And Steve leaned into each one, becoming more desperate and passionate each time. And he physically refused to part his lips from yours, even when coming up for air was something you both needed. He just kept pressing short kisses, both feather-like yet urgent, to your lips in a series multiple pecks before burying his head back into your shoulder again. Steve curled more into you as you stroked his back.

“I’m right here, Steve,” you murmured to him.

Finally, he choked on a broken sob that he’d been so desperately holding back. The way it sounded so strangled and strained, you could tell just how painfully lodged it had been in his throat this whole time. It broke your heart into a million microscopic pieces, and as you held him in your arms you realized just how vulnerable this boy was despite never letting it show. Steve Harrington might’ve been an arrogant heartthrob in his teen years, but underneath it all he was just a boy longing for something more. He had so much love to give, despite not knowing what it felt like to have it given to him.

Except with you. With you, he could.

He would. He did.

“Here as long as you’ll have me,” you promised him.

The two of you stood there in the shower for God knows how long. You let him break down for however long he needed, which still felt cut off too soon. And after you both finally got out, Steve kissed you all the way from the bathroom to the bed, mindful of your injury. You let him lift you up and carry you there, lowering you onto the mattress with his lips still glued to yours. You let him feel every inch of your skin, delicately exploring it with hunger and need, as his lips glided across your jaw and his perfect teeth nipped at your neck. You let him suck your nipples as he squeezed your hips, keening in his grasp and allowing yourself to let go.

And when Steve’s hard length pushed against your thigh, you let his hand lift you from underneath the bend of your knee so that he could push into you until you felt him up in your ribcage.

Everything was slow, lovesick and heartfelt.

This time it wasn't sex. This was lovemaking.

You let him groan into your mouth as you moaned into his. You let him whisper things to you that were somehow dirty yet beautiful, and when he began to quietly murmur into your lips something about needing you — something about not leaving him alone — you pulled his perfect mess of damp hair and swore into his lips that you would never leave him. Never never never, thrust thrust thrust. He fell apart, and so did you. He was desperate, and so were you. He needed you, and you needed him.

Steve loves you.

And you love Steve.

Neither of you said it yet. But it didn't matter, because your uncle was right.

We do love Steve.

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venuscnjunctpluto · 1 year

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Astro pt. 6

Credits: @venuscnjunctpluto

*A lot of sex workers have cap + Gemini energy in their charts. I think the cap makes them money driven and the Gemini gives them a carefree attitude towards sex.

*multiple women on 90 day fiancé have Virgo and cap placements. (darcey, anfisa . Chantel has a Virgo moon and mercury. Anfisa and Darcey (+ her twin sister) have cap moons and Virgo venuses. All of the women mentioned were somewhat stuck up and gave off Barbie energy. But once you watch them they were pretty chill some what lol

*Ik a guy w mars square Uranus who’s a stunt performer and Lewis Hamilton (the hot race car driver) has this aspect as well. They are the definition of dare devils.

*If you’re attracted to men look at your mars for the type you go for. If fire you’ll really like fire or air sun men (also include signs that square or opposite your mars) if water you’ll really like water or earth sun men (also squares/oppositions) for example as a sag mars I really like fire and air sign men but also Pisces and Virgo men too. Also the house it’s in can play a role mine is in the 8th so Scorpio suns can get it too.

*Mutable placements are theeeee funniest sorry not sorry

*I love mars-Chiron men they’re so gentle and comforting. Venus-Chiron men can also attract women w prominent Chiron aspects. I have Chiron conjunct MC and my mercury plus it squares my moon all tight orbs. They have a hard time in society bc they’re usually not aggressively masculine like society wants them to be. And they’ll attract women have their own wounds they need to work through so relationships can be hard. “Call out my name” by The Weeknd would be a good representation of them.

*I feel bad for Pluto in 7th their partners will try to change them and feel comfortable criticizing them.

*Someone pointed out Selena Gomez has three men who write songs about her The Weeknd, Justin, and Charlie puth. I want to point out she has mars-Pluto so like I said previously she attracts men with Scorpio influence *coughs* passionate and obsessive. The weeknd is a Scorpio moon w moon conjunct Pluto. Charlie is also a Scorpio moon and Justin is a Scorpio rising.

*She also has Venus conjunct chiron which is so sad bc it makes sense why she sung “the heart wants what it wants” Venus-Chiron can go through a lot of intense heartbreak that they end up channeling into music.

*Honestly I don’t think Hailey is necessarily obsessed w Selena I think she’s obsessed with Justin and she’s his ex. Taurus moons will stalk their significant others ex and constantly try to find evidence of them stepping out. They are beyond possessive.

*It’s also weird to me how many sag placement women can be bullies. Idk maybe the Jupiter influence exaggerates their ego (sun) or their aggression (mars) but all the bullies at my hs had sag placements. My 8th house stellium and Lilith made me bullied if anything.

*Rob Lowes son has Sun in 1st and they have similar mannerisms and can bounce off of eachother well in their Netflix show

*When a man’s mars conjuncts a woman’s sun…she’s the one who’s going to humble him. A guy Ik said an aqua girl was the only one who matched his toxicity and he’s an aqua mars. When reversed (man’s sun conjunct a woman’s mars) he’ll be her ideal type of man.

*Having Plutonian energy as a woman is really hard the older I get the harder it is to make genuine friends. I’m watching this girl who I’ve been talking with in class causally start dressing like me. I’ve also had friends try to copy my hair, how I talk, and my style. It seems stupid but it makes me uncomfortable.

*Sagittarius suns and Taurus suns get into the worst arguments😭

*Libra rising men 🤝 oversized shirts

*Libra mars women🤝 bending their back in pictures to show off their butts

*Capricorn moons are so harsh it’s actually funny

*capricorn placement men and their side hustles. My cousin is a cap rising and this cap sun guy both starting fixing iPhone screens on the side.

*Stormy Daniels has many 3rd house placements and from watching her interviews she’s really sharp. She also has a talent in communication as she was the editor of her highschool newspaper.

#astro notes #astro observations

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bluerskiees · 2 years

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I’m obsessed right now with this idea: old mikey. And i don’t just mean haha he be a grandpa and take care of his grandchild- no i mean, cultural weirdness in elderly people, new habits, appearances, how he treats his life partners even in there old ages. I want everything that comes out of. Your. Head!

… as headcanons

Pretty please ❤️

OLD AGE MIKEY HEADCANONS - ☁️

☆ Won't have kids because he's afraid he may hurt them.

☆ But he does go to orphanages everyday/ whenever he can and play with those kids.

☆ Considers them as his own children. So don't try to play any tricks unless you wanna be 6ft underground.

☆ That's how he met you. In the orphanage.

☆ You were rocking a child in your arms, consoling him to stop crying. And when he did, you gave him a chocolate for being a good boy. You were laughing and playing with the children not realizing a pair of black orbs were staring at you.

☆ You both started off as friends. This surprised Sanzu as his boss doesn't talk much anymore.

☆ Mikey felt comfortable in your arms. You were his home. His everything.

☆ He felt new to this emotion. Its been so long since he was last happy. Since he felt really happy he wanted to smile. But the happiness was accompanied by fear. The immense fear of loosing you.

☆ Once he was clear with his emotions, he asked you to marry him immediately.

☆ That was the start of your relationship with Mikey. Love so pure, nothing seemed to break it .

☆ OldAge! Mikey Doesn't understand most jokes. So u gotta explain to him.

☆ OldAge! Mikey is definitely a "Back in my days....." type of person

☆ OldAge! Mikey Who considers dorayaki greater than other foods. "You call this tasty? Hmph dorayaki is better"

☆ OldAge! Mikey Who Names those children after draken, emma, Shinchiro, mitsuya, chifuyu, etcc... (All his dead friends)

☆ OldAge! Mikey Who Spoils the kids with gifts.

☆ OldAge! Mikey Loves playing with his kids often. Considers them to be his lucky charm and his secret to happiness along with you.

☆ OldAge! Mikey Who still gets shy after you bake him a cake or show him the simplest forms of love

☆ OldAge! Mikey Who buys you flowers to show his never ending love for you.

☆ OldAge! Mikey Hires a whole protection squad when he has to leave you or the kids alone. Without him.

☆ OldAge! Mikey Who almost beat a man to death for trying to rob your house when you both were on a date, calms down only after you run ur fingers through his hair.

☆ OldAge! Mikey Considers meeting you as the best thing tgat happened to him in his whole life.

☆ OldAge! Mikey Who visits his friends graves on their birthday and talks about how he misses them and about his new family hoping they forgive him for whatever reckless actions he made when he was young, so that they may live happily together in the afterlife.

☆ OldAge! Mikey Who used to be the invincible one and still is, gets on his knees for you not caring if people are watching him.

☆ OldAge! Mikey Loves slow dancing with you. In the living room. In the kitchen. In the bedroom In the balcony. In ur backyard. Everywhere.

☆ OldAge! Mikey Looks different now that he's old. Puffy eyes and cheeks, fine lines to show he's ageing, hair turning as white as snow, his strength decreasing but his heart remains filled with love for you.

☆ OldAge! Mikey Who would travel the world with you. Showing you new places, taking many pics to remind him of the wonderful memories you both shared.

☆ OldAge! Mikey Who gets suddenly clingy with you refuses to share you with anyone. Almost as if he's the same old mikey Who refused to eat a burger just because it didn't have a flag on it when he was hungry.

☆ OldAge! Mikey Treats you as of you're a fragile glass structure ready to break anytime. Carrying you on his back or his arms <3

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crackedpumpkin · 2 years

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2k12! Leonardo x Waterbender! reader

“MIKEY!!”

Raph’s yell echoes throughout the lair, causing Leo to look up from his show and Donnie to pause his tinkering momentarily, glancing towards the kitchen.

The hot-tempered turtle storms out of the kitchen, holding up an empty pizza box. “What’s up, bro?” Mikey bounds towards him cheerfully, holding a delicate white sphere that reminded Donnie of Kraang tech.

“You took the last slice of pizza. Again!” Raph growls, his eyes narrowed.

“Did I? My bad...” Mikey glances away sheepishly, though his tone gave away that he was in fact, not at all apologetic. Something in Raph snaps.

“That’s it.” He advances towards Mikey, clenching his fist and pounding it into his hand, a clear sign of what was to come for his brother.

“Wait, before you beat up Mikey again, what’s that in your hand?” Donnie reaches out to Mikey expectantly, the latter grinning widely at the prospect of escaping a potential beating from Raph.

“This? Aw, it’s nothing much. I found it while I was on my way back from patrol. It was stuck in a dumpster or something. Looked cool though, so I grabbed it!” Mikey holds it out towards Donnie. He takes it gently, turning around in the direction of his lab, excited at the prospect of something new they could potentially take down the Kraang with.

“Don’t think that you’ve escaped so easy, Michaelangelo.” The threat is loud and clear. Mikey steps behind Leo, who calmly crosses his arms. “Listen, I know that you’re pent up from being stuck in the lair, but we can’t have a repeat of what happened last time you lost control.”

It had happened a few nights ago when they were taking down some Purple Dragon members who were trying to rob a store. One of them said something that rubbed Raph the wrong way, and he quickly lost control of his temper.

It had resulted in a lot of broken bones and a near reveal of their existence. It was also a risk that Leo knew he had to be punished for, however momentary it was.

Raph huffs, turning around reluctantly and heading toward his room. He wanted to smack Mikey in the shell, but he wanted to be up on the surface again even more.

“Thanks bro.” Mikey tries to sneak away, only to freeze when Leo’s hand lands on his shoulder. “And you, don’t piss Raph off more than he already is,” Leo says, a stern yet gentle reminder for the youngest before letting his hand fall to his side.

Mikey nods sheepishly.

“Just another one here...” Donnie murmurs to himself, connecting one last wire on the white sphere Mikey had found. It lit up with a hum, purple rings going in a continuous spiral. Visible proof that it was indeed Kraang tech.

Donnie sits down at his desk, the low hum emitting from the sphere acting as fuel for his curiosity.

He begins attempting to hack into the tech, his eyes trained on his screen. Nothing could disturb him from cracking this.

Until Mikey came into his lab brandishing some unknown concoction he had made for their dinner on a plate he had reserved for Donnie.

“Time to eat up bro. You’ve been in here for ages.” Mikey places the dish in front of his brother, frowning when he doesn’t react in the slightest. With fingers tapping away on his keyboard, Donnie barely gives a nod to Mikey. “Uh-huh. Just put it down over there.” He gestures to a space near the orb he was working on hacking.

Mikey nods and sets it down, only to step towards the Kraang tech he had found. “So... did you figure out what it is yet?” He taps the orb gently. It reacts to his touch, emitting a slightly louder hum. “Don’t touch it!” Donnie scolds, reaching over and slapping Mikey’s hand away from it.

Mikey chuckles sheepishly. He was bored, and there was nothing to keep him entertained in the lair.

“For your information, I’m still in the middle of trying to figure out what it’s for. I’ve been working at it for ages, and I still haven’t even come close to figuring out what its purpose is.” Donnie sighs, resting his head in his hands momentarily before cracking his knuckles in a stretch, his fingers resuming their constant tapping on his keyboard.

“What if it’s a bomb?” Mikey suggests, realization hitting him. “It’s a bomb, isn’t it!!” He quickly steps back a few meters, before feeling Donnie’s deadpan stare.

“If it really was a bomb Mikey,” He resumes typing, ”It would’ve exploded the second you grabbed it out of the dumpster, or when you tried bouncing it on the floor.”

“You saw that?” Mikey scratches the back of his neck, averting his eyes from Donnie in an embarrassed manner. His brother nods.

Mikey then lights up. He sneakily grabs the orb gently, starting to spin it like he would a basketball. “Mikey, what are you doing!” Donnie yells in a panic, trying to grab the orb from Mikey who made a game of dodging him.

“I’m the best ninja, you can’t catch me!” Mikey gloats, disconnecting all the wires Donnie had placed on it, doing more spinning tricks, and juggling the orb with other objects that he had picked up without Donnie noticing.

“Mikey, that’s not funny. Put it down, now.” Donnie’s eyes stay on the orb, his tone firm. “You’re no fun.” Mikey pouts.

“Wait, why is it still spinning? You stopped, didn’t you??”

“Yeah, I did! I swear!”

The orb is now on the table, Mikey having placed it down obediently after Donnie’s worry. It continues to spin, and the hum increased in both volume and intensity. The orb starts to float in midair, making Donnie’s eyes widen and Mikey’s gaze fill with awe.

“Mikey, duck!” Donnie grabs his brother, dragging him beneath his desk in an attempt to shield him from whatever was happening.

Then, the orb started to emit an earsplitting screech throughout the lab. Donnie winces, his hands on both sides of his head in an attempt to block it out.

“Donnie, what’s happening?” Raph yells as he enters the lab, his hands in a similar position on his head. Leo enters after him, wincing at the sound.

“I don’t know!” Donnie yells. “Just get away from it for now!”

He spots the orb starting to react again.

There was just enough time for him to grab his brothers and desperately flatten themselves against the ground. The cloud of debris had swept over him before he even heard the explosion. He kept his head low, his hands shielding his neck, and tried to understand what was happening.

“Guys, you okay?” Donnie looks up slowly, eyes landing on the cause of the explosion. Or what used to be the cause. Broken pieces of Kraang tech were on the ground, along with various other gadgets Donnie had been experimenting with.

Leo groans in response, Raph holding his head as they both sit up.

“What happened...” Mikey’s voice is slightly raspy, blinking a few times to clear his vision.

“I don’t know. Maybe it really was a bomb.” Donnie squats down, picking up the broken shards gingerly. “Whatever it was, let’s never go through that again. Leo says, his eyes landing on the state of Donnie’s lab.

“Hopefully nothing else happened.” Raph says, standing up and brushing the dust off of his body.

“Hopefully.” Donnie agrees. “You, however, will have to help me clean up the lab.” He turns to a nervous Mikey who nods in agreement.

Leo starts to help out too. Raph heads to the kitchen to grab some rags and a bucket from the bathroom.

“Sorry Donnie..” Mikey starts to sweep, while Donnie drops the broken shards of the orb into a ziplock bag. “Be more careful next time.” He responds curtly before heaving a sigh. “I didn’t even get to figure out what it was for...”

Yet after a few days, they soon found out exactly what the orb’s purpose was.

“Guys, I need your help. There’s some girl in weird clothes attacking the Purple Dragon gang.” April’s voice is hushed, but a hint of desperation holds the turtles’ attention.

“We’re on our way. Where are you now?” Leo grabs his katanas from where they were resting against the couch.

“Near Murakami’s. You better get here fast, someone just called the cops!”

“We’re on our-” Donnie’s words are interrupted by a scream from April’s end of the call.

“We gotta go. Now.” Donnie turns off his T-Phone. The rest of his brothers nod in agreement. Raph smirks, cracking his knuckles.

“Raph..” Leo warns.

“I know, I’m just excited! Grounding’s over and I get to beat up some Purple Dragons.” Raph follows Donnie as Leo sighs. They had no time to waste. He’d just keep an eye on him.

They arrive at Murakami’s restaurant, incoherent yelling overlapping each other. The turtles skid to a stop, staring at the alleyway next to the restaurant in wonder.

It was completely covered in ice, beautiful yet deadly shards glinting under the moonlight. Familiar faces of Purple Dragon members were beaten black and blue, unanimous scowls and they attempt to get out of the icy cocoon they were stuck in.

A column of ice blocked their view, only to reveal behind it a struggling April being held to the ground in a tent of ice. It encased her entire lower body up to her forearms.

She continues to struggle, grunting as she grapples for some sort of weapon, any weapon, to get her out of her restraints.

“What happened here?” April looks up, relief in her eyes once she recognised the turtles.

“Woah... this is so. cool.” Mikey breathes, shivering slightly when he pokes one of the spikes sticking out of the wall.

“Oh my god, April, are you okay?” Donnie rushes over worriedly, working on breaking April out.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” She replies, glancing over to a smirking Raph who was admiring the handiwork of whoever beat up the gang members, “You guys... Be careful. The girl... She has weird abilities. She was the one that caused all of this. She was speaking in a different language too. One I couldn’t understand.” April explains, gesturing to the ice around them.

“Got it. Which way did she go?” Leo questions. April turns the best she can to the direction of a nearby convenience store.

“Donnie, you stay here and help April. Raph, you stay here and make sure the Purple Dragons don’t escape. Mikey, you’re with me.” Leo uses the fire escape on the side of the building to pull himself up onto the roof.

“I dunno guys... maybe we’re in over our heads.” Mikey says before Raph smacks the back of his head, the former letting out a yelp of pain. “We’re always in over our heads.” Raph points out, rolling his eyes.

“Fine. I’ll go with Leo.” Mikey says grumpily, leaving them to follow Leo who was waiting impatiently for him at the top of the building.

April stares at the two. “I hope they’ll be okay...” She mumbles.

From what she just encountered, this really might be more than they could handle.

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What did I just watch?? 🤣

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☆☆☆Rare Shiny Anon☆☆☆

(Very Rare)

(Don't Let it Get Away)

Eh? Wha? Okay, then.

*yoinks you from the other side of the screen*

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The girl 9

Sorry for the late update. I have not proofread it. If you want to be tag please comment so that I can start taking people in it.

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When someone is in trouble a beam of some sort goes off. Like a beam for the key earlier. Sometimes it a little blue orb. Sometimes it’s a bright line on the ground. The leads the way. It’s completely random. Like it can be line then orb then line, it could be beam then line then orb. Once it was line 6 times then went to beam and orb again. They were all different scenarios. But one thing they have in common is that something need my help.

When any of my charms break it “shows” me a path to the one in need. Only i can see. K said he can see it sometimes but i also hang out with him a lot. Some my magic might run on him. When i told him about it. His reaction was “ like that episode of fairly odd parentswith the substitute Mrs. Sunshine.” When he say my confused face he said never mind. I was like okay.

After that ramble. I should get back on topic. The charm broke and now it is showing me an orb and it toke me to the roof top and leading me to the park i think. Maybe Central Park I don’t know, let alone care. Right now I was trying to focus on not falling or tripping. The orb leaded me to an opening and stop moving like a movie put on pause.

“ what am i here for?”

I heard a sound whine sound. Who ever it was EXTREMELY upset. It was coming from inside the park. Looking at the orb confuse. It went up and down as like it trying to say yes, or that what you are here for. Looking away from the glowing light.

“ i wish you can talk so it not just a guessing game.”

What I didn’t know was the orbs was shaking as if it was laughing. It kept laughing until it faded away into nothing. One thing I learned was expect the in expected, or it pointless to play what is it or what has happen. I try not to guess, but sometimes it’s hard not to guess. Sometimes i think it’s an abuse story or a child gets extreme lost. A drunk man getting robbed. I would never guess this. Not for a thousand years.

The scene smell like blood and tears. Seeing the yellow raincoat. I knew it was buster but his coat was duller and there was another color on it. The color red. That was not a good sign. The red was not just on him it was sprawled on the side walk. Somehow it gotten on the black lamp post. He was hugging something against his chest. Clinging to it for dear life. It wasn’t an object it was a being. I saw the brown and white colors. Oh no.

Buster was holding Altan for dear life. Altan was bleeding. “What happen?”

“Those pricks.”.

The pricks he talking bout a bunch of people that don’t like what they call the low life’s. The ones that don’t have homes or jobs. The ones where they pretend that nothing will be wrong. The ones that thinking engorging the problems will make it go away. Stuff doesn’t go away. People don’t go away. The worst part is that most of them are teenagers that are influenced by there parents. These teenagers are troublemakers. The adults are to busy working that they cant do the shenanigans themselves. So they let there kids do the trouble for them. There little stunts have been nothing but words, never any indication of violence. I would never expected this from anyone let alone someone just learning how to drive a car.

What hurt the most was I couldn’t do anything. I was no vet and there was no way he was going to live long enough to get to one. My extra equipment was left at Noah because i was in a rush here. Even if i run at full speed there and back. She lost to much blood to survive. No one likes to say the truth, but it was loud and clear.

Feeling hopeless and no solution in site. I kneel next to buster. I petted the injured one. Buster didn’t jump. He just let me be. The sound of sobs and hingeing in my ear was deafening. Trying so hard not to feel useless, i rub Altan head and told her she a good girl.

“Let my power shine make the clock reverse. Bring back what once was ours. Heal what has been hurt, change the fates design. Save what has been lost bring back what was ours. What was ours.

While saying/singing those words. My hand began to glow. Like it did with spelling but it wasn’t green like last time it was yellow. Yellow and bright. My body and mine were apart. I didn’t realize I was doing anything. The last thing I remember doing myself was rubbing Altan head. Tell how good she is. Then she began to kiss me. I was confused. What happen? Did i do that and it’s thing that k says i do. I zoned out the situation because it was too much for me.

Like always i had no time to think. I felt relief when i knew she was okay. I didn’t care that i didn’t know, what happens or how she was suddenly able to walk around. I was definitely crying my heart out. That feeling whatever it was, cut short. Buster was feeling more than happiness.

"What are you? How did you do that? "

I forgot buster was there. Why dose he look scared?

“What are you? "

He was backing up get away from me. The scene felt like a human and a predator. He was the human and i am the predator. But that was not the scene. if anything i am kitten getting yelled by his owner. Him being scared was scaring me.

"Buster. I am sli-" i began to say.

"What was that light. What else can you do. Can you control minds like you do bodies. Did you mess with my dog."

He was doing a defense mode. He was turning into a predator. He was ready to attack me. Altan was whining. She didn’t want us to fight. Trying to show use she okay. Like it would stop the fighting.

“Buster let’s clam down an-“

" don’t tell me to clam down. You did something that….. did something. go away. I never want to see you again."

The one word i would never use with Buster scared or afraid. In that moment i was terrified. This was not the buster i knew. This isn’t the Buster that always had a smile. The one i shared my money and food with because he was nice to everyone else’s besides me. This was not the Buster i platonically love. This has to be a dream right. When i close my eyes. I was going to wake up on the Diaz’s couch or in the back of Reek’s car. Just like i did this morning.

Buster held something in his hand. I could not tell you what it was, only that it was aimed at my head. I turn and was running my feet to the ground trying to get a move on. My hands landed on… water? Realizing my surrounding. Water was everywhere. My body was soaked, when did it start raining. When i gotten up i heard a clunk form next to me. I didn’t want to look behind me. Still believeing this was some type of dream but body didn’t have the same belief, began to run. To where I don’t know. I was too busy feeling scared and what ever else i felt.

At some point i began jogging and finally began to feel the cold. I couldn’t read the street signs because of how dark, plus with the rain everything became blurry. My backpack was at Noah’s place. That also met my phone was there. No contact with K. I felt lost and vulnerable for the first time in years. The unknow was scaring me. What could i do?

While my tears were blending in with the rain. I didn’t hear the noise behind me. I saw the light reflecting off the water before i noticed the noise. The light disappear. Then a car was next to me. I saw the sliver coat before the door open. I realized that no one was inside.

“ i would get in before you turn into water.”

Mirage. How did he even find me. I walk to the door and hop in. I was ready for tonight to be over.

When the door was close, the car began to move. We were probably going to Noah’s place again. I went to fetal position, it just felt right to hug my knees to my chest. I felt so much that i couldn’t comprehend. Did i lose buster. How am i a monster. Did i save Altan? There was so much that happen and I couldn’t make a sense of it.

"Want to talk about it?"

Shaking my head no, my eyes went to look out the window. It may have been blurred from the rain but it was better than my head. Nothing was said for the rest of that night. We both were driving down the cold empty streets. I couldn’t began to explain how i was feeling, but the streets represent part of my emotions.

Meanwhile

the only sound that was heard in the quiet night was a Nokia phone. It buzz against the couch, until someone pick up the said phone. when the button clicked was when they began to hear other voices.

“Sliver please explain, why you are jump on roof at this late at night."

" I would like to figure that out."

k eye turn into shock when, it was not the person he thought he would hear.

" Who are you?"

" My name in Noah?"

" Let me guess she left her whole bag at your place. then ran off randomly?"

" yep."

" Did her bracelet snap or was it something else?"

"bracelet, how did you know?"

" Not the first time, someone need her."

while moving the speaker part of the phone away from his mouth. k began to walk up some stairs.

"hey t and v. I know that you are getting off but let the next shift know that 1. I want camera on sliver, until I say other wise. 2. seen the live feed to the office?"

While multiple confirmations where said. K open the glass door to the room above all the computers. the sound of button being press. Papers being shuffle. the click of computer mouse. were muffle as soon as the door closed.

" Can you please explain what going on with silver?"

k put the phone on speaker while he sat down.

" I can't say anything, I am sorry."

"why not?"

" rule is sliver has to tell you."

"why not you, mr?"

" because you are part of sliver world. I would gladly tell you if i meant you but when star goes on these adventures, I can't jump in."

" why is that?"

" because she will go completely AWOL. she will not contact me at all. so I will have to do this massive hunt for her. It just simpler this way."

" what?"

" something happen her and she need to walk away for a bit."

" that how she in New York?"

" yea. the only way I was going to let her go bye herself, is that she keeps contact every 3- days unless other wise."

" you sound like a parent."

K was chuckle. " I guess somedays."

" how and when will she tell me."

" when she trust you."

there was nothing else said. K knew what he wanted to say, because K was there at one point in his life.

" I guessing she left her bag there?"

" yes. it's actually next to me."

" it won't be long now."

" what do you mean?"

" how st- I mean sliver works is that. she always have her bags on her. they are a life line in fact. leaving them there means she trust you enough to leave them."

K look at the screen. to see that sliver ran into the park. going back and relaxing again he focus his Conversation with Noah.

" what do you mean life line.

" well if she docent have her phone or not answer me. I would kill her. no, if, and, or, buts."

" you do sound scary."

K snorted at the comment. " sure lets okay with that." looking at the computer K notice a light in the little group. it was a sign that he was going to have a lot of cleanup to do. it was also as sign to cut his conversation.

" Look Noah, I have to go. Someone need my help here."

" this might sound crazy but this helps a lot."

" I know it will always feel like she docent trust you or that there something she doing but won't say, but look at the little things. she leave her bag with you. She is probably sleeping there. it won't be lone until she says something."

"okay"

That simple okay was sort of was a nod, that they understood each other. that Noah couldn't ask anymore question even thought he wanted to. K couldn't tell him, even if he wanted to. The phone ended on an understanding that they both have to do some waiting.

when k knew the call was ended. he pull open the draws next to him. he need to do something real quick before he forgot. he pulled out a stack of files. he saw that reek was the first file. he put it to the side. saw what said kris Diaz and Brenna Diaz. h tossed those with reek. he found what he was looking for. he grab a sticky note and put under Noah face's.

a good one. sliver trust? look into?

Closing the file. he put the family together pushing the files to the side. There was one underneath. It was someone wearing a yellow rain coat. he looked back at camera and notice the same raincoat.

" looks like I will add notes to you also."

holding buster file he got up and went to the door.

" sliver what did you do now?"

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