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cyberstatic-fox · 2 years

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Tabula Rasa pt.2

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Sun's careful not to ask anyone about the newboots in their old body -- no news is good news, and not bringing up something they're probably not supposed to know about is safer than risking it for the sake of curiosity. Even Moon, ever the cat casually evading doom, agrees with his decision, which goes a long way to say what it's like for animatronics down in Parts and Services.

At least, what it's like for secondaries, anyway. The primaries usually get better support, if only because they have a designated team and brand identity.

It doesn't stop them from being curious. After some quiet reflection on what'd happened, and after more than a bit of conversation with Moon about the young AI, Sun finds that he just can't help it. Remembering what it was like back when he and his brother had first gained consciousness, the confusion and distress, how he'd clung to protocol and programming until he had no choice but to admit that he felt and wanted and dreamed... It gives some perspective.

So, that night, Moon goes back.

To their surprise, and to Sun's conflicted relief, the newboots seem to still be active, and even remain in the same room they'd found them in the first time, though New-Sun is curled up on the worktable with its head on its knees.

Sun takes the lead this time around, waiting until Moon's locked the door again behind them before he steps into the front.

The sound of their whirring parts seems to catch New-Sun's attention, and it lifts its head, scanning them with an optic flash. It's missing half its casing, he notices; a couple rays gone, a bare endoskeleton hand, one leg completely lacking its padded plastic covering, revealing scratches and small dents that Sun's sure weren't there before they'd been migrated out. Empathy settles heavy in his synthetic gut.

==They're definitely testing AI,== he thinks sadly to Moon. Testers have only a short and brutal life, one spent entirely within a prototyping room under scrutiny until they're deemed no longer necessary.

He hadn't known the testers to be aware for the process, though.

Unlike yesterday, the infant AI remains silent, only staring at Sun with its head tilted just slightly. Sun fidgets awkwardly; he hadn't exactly planned out anything to say, and the unusual quiet really isn't helping.

After a very, very long, silent moment, he finally blurts, "You're, um, really quiet today, haha!"

Almost immediately, New-Sun responds, "I have been instructed not to speak unless spoken to," in a sad imitation of his cheerful inflection, very much like a child trying to mimic an adult. It hesitates, like it wants to continue -- but its programming must be stopping it.

Which is... messed up. "Even with other animatronics?" He can't help the disbelief bleeding into his tone. ==That's so messed up!==

"I... Yes." The other Sun somehow manages to look uncomfortable despite its lack of emotional capability. "The order isn't specific."

--Sounds like Paul's work,-- grumbles Moon, and Sun can't help but agree. After all, Paul's made it clear many times over how much he wishes he and Moon (but especially Sun) would shut up and be good little servants. It only makes sense that he'd do... this... to their newboot selves.

But that's neither here nor there. "Well, I'm talking to you, right?" Sun says, trying his hardest to sound upbeat and not... Well, he's not sure how he's actually feeling, but it sure isn't upbeat and cheerful right now. "So you can talk back!"

New-Sun continues to look at him, head slowly tilting the other direction. "I... guess so."

There's another brief pause, and Sun takes the opportunity to approach the other him, instinctively scanning it as he comes close. Despite the physical damage, it seems more or less intact, though newboots can be difficult to judge as a result of their strictly mechanical behavior. "Do you know what they're doing with you?" he asks gently, leaning against the wall beside the workbench.

If a bot could furrow its brow, he's pretty sure that's the expression New-Sun would be making right now. "Diagnostics," it answers after a moment, "and stress-tests. Other than that, no."

"Does it hurt?"

The other him pauses, internals whirring as it struggles to process the question. After a long moment, it slowly replies, "I'm intact."

Sun just kind of looks at it for a second, guilt and sympathy pinging around in his head like pinballs. It's hard to witness this kind of thing now -- they haven't had newboots around since the last time Freddy had needed reset, and he'd forgotten how stressful and disturbing it could be to interact with them. To see what they all used to be like.

It's not fair. For anyone.

Moon nudges him and Sun steps back after patting New-Sun on the shoulder, an action that leaves the newboot looking mildly perplexed. Its apparent confusion grows as he and his brother trade places; once he's in front, Moon stretches and adjusts his position against the wall, while the younger AI continues to stare, visibly full of questions its programming won't let slip.

It's hard to be a right asshole to his brother's face, even if it's not his Sun, so Moon sighs and says, "Yes, we can switch places whenever we want."

"Why?" asks the other Sun almost immediately, the question seemingly ready to go the second Moon stopped talking.

"Because we like to," he answers with a shrug. "Anyway, you know you don't have to stay here, right?"

Strangely, the question goes unanswered. "How do you change like that?" New-Sun almost demands, finally moving from where it's been sitting curled against the wall since they'd come in. "Don't you go to sleep inside?"

--Oh,-- Moon thinks after a split second of confusion, and Sun's realization blooms soon afterward. --This is familiar.--

After all, when they'd first started to become properly self-aware, it was because they were curious about each other, too. Ironic how the cycle seems to continue, isn't it?

Well, Moon's never been one for emotional talk, and Sun's practically buzzing in the back of his head at the prospect of another AI achieving true sapience. So with a soft chuckle, and no small amount of nostalgia, he steps back, and Sun surges back into the casing with a big, broad grin. "You know," he says, voice brimming with excitement, "we were just like you, a long time ago!"

New-Sun leans in, a glimmer of genuine curiosity in those empty white eyes, and Sun starts telling the tale. "It all started with this note I found..."

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They drop by a few more times that night, after Moon's forced to depart by patrol rolling around again. The first time back, they bring a notebook and one of Sun's favorite pens -- a little galaxy-patterned one that writes in three different colors -- and encourage the newboots to try writing each other notes, just as they had so long ago.

At first, the young AI don't seem convinced, and New-Sun spends a few minutes aimlessly doodling instead. But by the time they've circled back around again, some writing's begun to populate the page, alternating between red and green in wildly different hand. The third return finds New-Moon intently crouched before the notebook, a drawing of the two of them half-completed below him.

--They're definitely our backups,-- chuckles Moon from just outside the door. He's leaned up against the wall where he can just see through the glass, a little reticent to open it and risk breaking the young AI's concentration. They don't need to be thinking about programming right now, just each other. --I guess you really can't change nature, huh?--

Sun's been buzzing like a little bee in the back of his head almost all evening, all that anxiety and distress he'd been feeling over their presence by now evaporated into cheer and adulation. ==Isn't it so cute!?== he squeals, and its only the fact that he's speaking through the chatlog that keeps him from blowing out a speaker in his excitement. ==They're just like us! Gosh, I can't wait to see them blossom into their own people!==

Moon's internal smile turns to a frown, though, as something occurs to him. --Except that they're testing AI,-- he says, and he can feel Sun instantly deflate. After all, testing AI don't have tremendous lifespans.

==But-- but that's not fair!==

--I don't think the humans care much for fairness.-- It's funny, normally Moon wouldn't get too attached to anything like this, and especially not so quickly -- but seeing another version of himself and his brother go through the same routine of self-discovery that they had, only to know that it's all in vain?

Surprisingly, that hurts.

They watch in silence for a moment as New-Moon hops to his feet, drawing complete, and races to the light switch. He goes limp for a second, and then New-Sun boots up and runs right back to the worktable to see. Remembering that they're almost definitely slated for deletion or reformatting soon is--

--We need to do something,-- he decides instead of finishing that thought, pushing off of the wall. Sun gushes agreement, and Moon starts running through options while he heads off for his last patrol of the night, deftly performing his duty almost on autopilot.

There's gotta be something they can do. And it's not like the technicians need to know, either.

#fnaf sb #cypher's drabbles #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf flare #fnaf cress

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frame-of-mind-au · 3 years

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Day 038.

The day after his meeting with Wulfenite, Steven is moved from the Informatics Wing to the Operations Wing. His new room, a dimly lit space with no windows and a toilet and sink hidden behind a half wall, is in a basement level two floors underground. All of his personal possessions were taken from him during the move, including the poster Connie gave him. According to the staff this was for safety reasons, but he had his doubts.

The previous Monday-Wednesday-Friday therapy session schedule was switched to be done on a daily basis, excluding Sundays. Dr. Wulfenite would only see him once a week now, on Monday, with the other sessions being done by...

Well, he wasn't sure. Wulfenite's sessions were done in Steven's new room with Steven sitting on his bed and Dr. Wulfenite sitting on a stool in the corner, but the other ones were done in a sort of interrogation room. The space was dark except for a single spotlight where Steven was required to sit at the table. A one-way mirror covered the wall facing him, with a speaker placed above it. The voices that came out of it were ones he couldn't recognize, except for the one that belonged to Chiroptera, though she rarely talked.

That initial session was truly an unsettling experience.

He was escorted in by security staff and ordered to sit down, with them locking the door behind them as they left. Almost immediately he was bombarded by a flurry of questions from the speaker, most of which were about his gem, and what kind of things would 'activate' it. That was the wording they used, 'activate', like it was some kind of machine and not half of his living, breathing body. It took a good amount of willpower to not go pink right then and there, but he managed to get through it without breaking down.

He left the room more shaken than when he had arrived.

The rest of those first few sessions played out similarly. He'd be unceremoniously guided to his so-called therapy room, told to sit and be asked a series of questions about his gem and how it worked in relation to his body, then escorted back to his room and locked in there for the rest of the day.

By the end of the week, he feels like he's going to explode.

"What kind of twisted therapy are they doing?!" he shouts, pacing his room and pulling at his hair, "I thought they were trying to make me better, not worse!"

"Do you think you're getting worse?" Star asks.

Steven stops pacing and whirls around to face them, still lightly tugging his curls. "I... I dunno. I guess I'm handling things okay. But what they're doing certainly isn't helping me improve, even if it isn't making me worse." He sighs deeply and sits down on the bed next to Star. "They keep asking me all this stuff about my gem and what it can do to me, and it's just..."

"Annoying? Upsetting? Triggering?" Star offers, their eyes settling into a warm, half-closed state now that Steven was closer to them.

"It's just a lot to deal with," he says, wrapping the bed's blanket around himself like a shawl, "I understand that they probably need to know about all the gem stuff in order to treat me properly, but it all feels so intrusive. They keep asking about what happened when... well, y'know." He mimics a set of horns by creating the shape of them with his index fingers and pressing both hands against the sides of his head. "What was going through my head during my meltdown. I keep telling them I don't remember much of that, and I don't really want to remember."

Star simply nods, the corners of their mouth raising into a subtle smile. "You were in a dark place. But you're in the light now."

"Exactly! So why even bring it up?! I’m never going to turn into something like that ever again!" He goes to pull at his hair again, but Star grabs his arm.

"Don't keep thinking about it. What they ask you out there shouldn't follow you in here. Try to get some rest, it's late."

"Alright, Pearl," he teases, "I'll be sure to get my full 8 hours, just for you."

Star tilts their head, quickly reverting back to their typical blank-slate expression. "I'm Steven. Pearl is a different gem."

"No, I mean you're acting like -- nevermind," Steven chuckles, "Goodnight, Star."

"Goodnight, and sweet dreams," they whisper before fizzling out.

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#Star prolly seems a bit odd rn but he's only existed for like a week lol #day 038 #frame of mind au #steven universe #medical tw #fom entry

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crashdevlin · 3 years

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Another Second Chance 18- Therapy

Another Second Chance Masterlist, Happily Ever Eventually Masterlist

Author’s Note: The final (hopefully) installment of the Happily Ever Eventually RPF series.

Summary: Y/n finds herself a new house and Misha is determined to make it a huge project.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word count: 2993

Story Warnings: past cheating, mentions of FFM threesome, not much in this one

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“It’s pretty, right?” I ask, looking around the open concept of the first floor of this $350,000 house.

“Kitchen’s kinda outdated,” Jensen says, pointing at the fridge. “I mean, that fridge has gotta be from when you were in high school.”

“I could buy new appliances, Jay. Get a natural gas stove set up. Install some cabinet pulls, because I’m not a really big fan of this whole lack of elements.” I gesture at the cabinets. “Probably stain it a little darker to go against the flooring. But it’s pretty, right?”

Jay smiles. “Yeah. It’s pretty...and it’s about twice as big as the one you’ve been living in. Which is what you need.”

“Yeah. Walk-in closet in the master, too. It’ll be a good place to put the security hub.”

“Or you could put the security hub in the closet in the den and put your clothes in the master closet,” Jay suggests, grumpy old man in his tone. "And if you're gonna update the kitchen, you gotta update the bathrooms. Get one of those-"

"I am not getting an automatic toilet!" I laugh. "No one needs that!"

"Of course no one needs it but it's freakin' awesome!"

"Okay, Dean," I tease.

"Dean would agree with me. Automatic toilet, with the bidet and the-"

"Dean Winchester would break an automatic toilet and then complain that it's a damn computer which means he can't fix it without help."

Jay laughs. "He'd still think it was cool."

"He'd be down for the heated seat. I will give you that much."

He smiles as he looks around. "So...are we looking at your new digs or what?"

I bite my bottom lip and run my hand over the granite countertop. “Shouldn’t I ask Nova's opinion? It's gonna be her home, too."

"She's a teenager. As long as she's got her own room, I'm sure she's gonna be fine." He sets his hands on my shoulders and smiles. "But you can show her pictures or bring her by before you sit down with the realtor."

I nod and smile. "It's in the right school district and a bigger room for her and for Mav and the bonus room can be an office. I really think it's the place."

"Then get it," he encourages. "Get it, Baby Girl. We can make it perfect. I'm no stranger to a little reno."

"Please," I start, laughing. "A contractor did the work on your old place. Shush."

He looks a little offended. "I helped. I painted. I installed the sink in the half bath off the kitchen."

"Fine. You can stain these cabinets for me." I wink and step away from him. I'm gonna get this house. "Come on." I walk to the foyer where the realtor is waiting and I smile at him. "Can I put in an offer now or should I wait a few hours?" He smiles brighter than the sun.

"You can make an offer anytime, Miss."

Miss. Still young enough to get 'miss'. "Good. Let's do this."

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"Four bedroom, 2 and a half bath, 3200 square feet with an office next to the master bed. It needs some updating and work...had a contractor quote me $60,000 but that's not bad...covers new appliances, too."

"I could come down and help," Misha offers. "You know, a lot of that stuff you can DIY and I can help with most of it."

"You don't have to do that, Meesh."

"Why would I let you spend that much money on something I could help you with for a fraction of the cost?"

"Misha, you really don’t-"

"I'm not letting you tell me 'no' on this. We'll get together some manpower and get this done for you."

He's really not going to let me say 'no'. "Okay. Well, it's going to be several weeks before the paperwork is finished and all that. I'll let you know when it's mine."

"Good. I'll start looking at HGTV.com." Damn it, Misha. Don't be so extra. "And send me pictures and a floorplan so I know what I'm working with."

"Yeah, okay." Really no point in arguing. It's Misha. If I don't send him pics and a copy of the floorplan, he'll just find the house and get them himself off the internet. "I'll send it to you after my appointment tomorrow, okay?"

"Sounds good. Talk to you then."

"Bye, Meesh." I hang up and sigh. He's gonna make it this whole thing, isn't he?

His house in Washington did come out amazing, though, so he does have some skills that will help in this. Eh, why not? Why not get together with my best friend and make my new home my own?

"So, I get to see this house eventually, right?" Nova says, walking into the living room.

I smile. "Come see all these pretty pictures I took and we can speculate on what craziness Misha is gonna come up with." I pat the couch next to me and she comes over. "This is the view from the street." I start showing her the pictures and she claims a room before I've even finished the digital tour.

"Oh, and you're gonna paint the exterior, right? Like, it's pretty but it's yellow. You're gonna fix that, right?"

"Oh, I'm sure Misha isn't going to let me move into another drab house. You weren’t here the first time he showed up at this house but he had opinions about all of it. I didn't let him talk me into reno last time but this time...I don’t know...maybe this will be the forever home so…"

"It's gotta be custom!" Nova exclaims.

"Exactly."

"Can I paint my walls custom? Or get custom wallpaper done? I know that a lot of people don't like wallpaper but I've seen a few places that got it right and-"

"Yeah, baby, of course. We'll figure out something awesome for your walls." I kiss her forehead. We'll do whatever she wants for her room.

"Yay!"

I love when she's happy.

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It's been a while since I've been in Dr. McCauliffe's office. Life has been in the way...and I guess I didn’t want her to judge me for my involvement with Jensen...which is ridiculous because she's my therapist. She's not going to judge me.

"So." She taps her pen against her clipboard. "What's new?"

"Well...I have been dating Jensen again. I know you saw that in the news."

"I saw it on Mr. Collins' Instagram, actually," she says with a smile.

"Right. The video. Forgot about it for a minute. Um, yeah, like I said in the video and Jensen said in his...spark's still there, we're giving it another chance."

"How's that feel?"

I bite my bottom lip. "Scary as Hell, honestly. I mean, but it's good. I've done pretty good with boundaries and moving slowly. You know, before...we jumped in head first and everything was this intense passion right out of the gate but this time…" I shrug. "I don't know. Maybe we've grown up, or grown old, but…"

"Have you slept with him?" she asks and it's because she knows that sex was a big issue when I was with him before. Sex was all we were supposed to be in the beginning and sex ruined us in the end. I know why she's asking but there's this...well, it's a bit intrusive, isn't it? It seems like she's judging me for being sexually active and I know that's not what it is but my whole spine goes tense when she asks.

"Yes. We dated for about a month before we started getting physical again."

“And how has that been? I don’t need details, of course, but...emotionally, how has it been to be intimate with Jensen again?”

How to answer that?

Really, how am I supposed to answer that? It’s the best sex I’ve ever had, emotionally fullfilling in a romance-novel sort of way. It’s perfect but it does have its scary moments. “Well, we’ve only actually...slept together a couple times this time. His libido is a lot less than it was. I mean, he didn’t have sex the entire time we were broken up, can you believe that?”

Dr. McCauliffe adjusts her glasses and shrugs a little. “I do not. Five years is a long time to go without sex...but you seem to believe it. That’s what matters.”

I never even questioned it. Should I have? No, because he’s been so honest about everything else. “I went years and years without sex after Nate. I believe Jensen did the same after me. He had a lot going on. He was in recovery for alcoholism. He had to be a good father and work on his career and-”

“You just got very defensive, very quickly. Why is that?”

Fuck, I don’t know. I run my hand over my mouth and shrug. “I don’t know,” I respond honestly.

“Analyze it, Y/n. Why would you get so defensive over my disbelief in what Jensen told you?”

“Because I didn’t question it,” I answer after a moment. “Because he told me that the last time he had sex, real full-penetrative sex, was the time that broke us and I didn’t really question it. I took it at face value because we’ve been doing very good about honesty with each other and what if that’s stupid? What if I’m stupid because maybe he’s lying about it and keeping stuff from me and-”

“You said he’s been very good about honesty so far, right?”

I nod. “Yeah. He’s...he admitted to stuff that I never thought he’d admit to and he apologized for stuff and he’s been open about what happened and why. He’s even been honest about little things that he would have lied about before...like I told him about Will and he Googled him. Used to be, he’d keep that kind of thing to himself, never tell me, but he admitted it without even prompting.” I chew on my bottom lip as she starts scribbling on her notes. “I believe him. It might be stupid but I believe him.”

She sets her clipboard in her lap and smiles at me. “It’s not stupid...and he’s likely changed enough that honesty is important to him. You’ve told me that his recovery has changed him. Jared’s told me the same. Now, it’s a bit hard for me to believe that he’s changed so much in the last five years that he would have abstained from sex since the last time he was with you, but...I don’t know the man, do I? You do. Jared does. If you believe him, then don’t let me change your mind.”

“I believe him. You didn’t see the way he looked at me the first time we...‘Reverent’ is the best word for it.”

“What do you think that means for you?”

I scoot back, leaning against the back of the couch. “I think he’s finally got Danneel out of his head.”

“Do you?” she asks and I hate when she asks things I don’t want to answer. “Danneel was a major roadblock in your relationship before, wasn’t she?”

“You know she was. I was so focused on giving Jensen what he wanted...Danneel...that I couldn’t see that I was what he was supposed to be wanting. I wanted to be like her, couldn’t appreciate myself. I know this stuff, Doctor.” I shift on the couch and sigh. “I don’t wanna be Danneel and I don’t want Jensen to be with her. I want Jensen to be with me...I want him to want to be with only me.” I shrug. “Seems like that’s where we are. He doesn’t even talk to her anymore. I talked to her the other day and she didn’t even know why he doesn’t talk to her anymore.”

“You talked to Danneel again?”

“Yeah. We ran into each other at a shop while I was getting Nova a new dress. It...didn’t go well. Nova was very combative with Danneel. I ended up having to...be very honest with my daughter. She knows about everything now...even the night with Danneel.”

“Oh? How’d that talk go?”

“It was...it was good to get it off my chest, actually. It was like the conversation where I told her about, about why her father and I got divorced. It’s like...It was a hard conversation but it was an important one. I don’t have to...hide things anymore and that’s a blessing. She understands why I make the decisions I make now...she understands...the betrayal was a lot deeper than she even knew. She understands that now and...maybe it’ll make us closer, but at least she knows the truth now.”

“And she’s living with you now, right?” I nod. “How did that happen? Nathan doesn’t seem the type to just allow her to do what she wants.”

I snort. “He’s definitely not, but...he fucked up with Jenny, blew up his marriage. I’m actually surprised it took her this long to realize that he was cheating on her, but whatever. Um...Nova didn’t want to be there for the destruction of his way of life and she asked if she could come to Texas. I convinced him to let her come because she didn’t need to see the parade of his affairs that Jenny would bring up. I then used those women to convince him not to fight me on custody when I refiled. It was…” I scratch at my cheek. “It was a low move, but it’s exactly the kind of move he pulled on me, convincing the judge that I was too unstable to care for her. I don’t feel bad about it, especially since she wants to be here.”

“That’s a big change...on top of other big changes.”

“Yep...and there’s more coming. Because I need more room since Nova is living with me, there will be a new home in my future."

"A new home? That's exciting."

"It is. And I am more excited about it than I am scared so that says something."

"I remember how anxious you were about your first house. I remember all the security options you went through."

"Well, security had to be heavy. I had to think about Tom and his crazy-ass fans and the crazier of Jensen’s fans and the paps. There was that one photographer in Vancouver that climbed the balcony outside the condo to get pics of me and Jay, remember?" I shiver at the memory of looking out the French doors to see a man with his camera, snapping away. So intrusive. "I'm gonna have to put up a privacy fence and a coded gate at the new place, too...and, of course, all the security cameras."

"Sounds like a big project."

"Yeah. Definitely. Not even half of it, though. Misha wants to DIY everything."

"Misha isn't your husband, Y/n," Dr. McCauliffe reminds me and I laugh.

"I think he forgets that sometimes. But there's not a lot of use in arguing with him. He's...well, he's right a lot. Like, most of the time, I mean. So, I always cave to him."

"Do you want to do a big DIY project at this new house?"

"Not at first, I didn't but...I dunno. Might be fun. I've never gotten to do that kind of project and knowing Misha, he's gonna make it fun even if it is hard work."

"Well, as long as you can maintain your work as well as this project. How is that coming along?"

"Really good, actually. We started shooting not too long ago...and I hadn't even considered that this project might be detrimental to Midsummer. I'll have to make sure that Misha knows that Midsummer comes first."

"Well, it seems like you've got things under control."

"Yeah? I was afraid you'd tell me I was...going too fast or…"

"Do you think that? You were telling me that you'd done well with boundaries and keeping things-"

"Well, I have! I mean, Jensen was talking about moving in together already and I shut that down and decided to get a bigger place...my own bigger place."

"Jensen wanted to move in with you?" She writes down something on her notes. "And you said 'no'?"

"I said 'no'," I confirm. "I was really proud of myself, Doc. Nova was proud of me, too, actually. Which was...it was interesting and new. I don’t know that she's ever been proud of me for anything and I know that it's supposed to be the other way, where I'm proud of her and I am, of course but Nova being proud of me setting these boundaries and sticking to them...it gives me hope that she'll be able to do the same in her own life, you know?"

"There's nothing wrong with feeling happy that you made your daughter proud and there's nothing wrong with hoping she's going to make different mistakes than you. She's going to do well in life if you keep making the best choices for the both of you." She sets her clipboard on her desk and smiles. "I'm proud of you, too, by the way. Six years ago, you would have jumped at living with Jensen."

"Six years ago, I did."

We finish out our session with a promise to not go so long without seeing her next time. "Mental health is about the maintenance," she reminds me as she opens her office door and walks me to the reception desk. I agree and set an appointment for six weeks out. I call Misha as I start my car, intending to tell him that Midsummer comes before the house project. I haven't even gotten a 'hello' out of my mouth when he speaks.

"I saw the pictures you sent. I have so many ideas!"

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 3 years

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COSMIC - S3:E4; Chapter Four, The Sauna Test - [Pt. 3]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘌𝘭, 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘠/𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯, 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘺𝘯𝘹.

📝: ERICAAA!!! FRICKIN FINALLY!! Less important note, but when writing about Y/n, El and Max, I wrote "the three friends" and autocorrect literally changed "friends" to "fruits". Yelmax confirmed 💀

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"It is fascinating what twenty bucks will get you at the County Recorder's Office," Robin reports, unfurling what looked to be a familiar layout on the break room table. "Starcourt Mall. The complete blueprints."

"Not bad," Dustin smirks from her left.

"So this is us," she points to a familiar-looking room before gesturing across the map. "Scoops, and this is where we wanna get."

"Yeah, I don't really see a way in," Steve mumbles from his seat at the table.

"There's not. If,"

She rips away a layer of the blueprint, revealing a vastly complicated map of air ducts, pipelines, and detailing that made up Starcourt.

"you're talking exclusively about doors."

Dustin looks at her with excitement growing in his eyes. "Air ducts!"

"Exactly," she smirks, making her way to the whiteboard to retrieve the magic marker. "Turns out, this secret room needs air just like any old room and these air ducts lead all the way" she circles the secret room in question, drawing one, interrupted line right back to, "here."

Dustin and Steve finally tear their eyes away from the map and follow Robin's mischievous eye. All the way to the air duct tucked away in the far corner of the Scoops Ahoy break room.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

To their surprise, a screwdriver had been harder to find than a ladder but soon enough Steve had managed to reach the air vent and unscrew it from the wall. But as he stood here now, peering down into the vent he quickly realized they were now facing yet another obstacle.

"Flath'ligh'?" Steve asked, finally removing the screwdriver from his mouth and shaping it for the small torchlight Dustin had waiting. "Thank you,"

The flashlight turns on with a tiny click and a soft yellow light bounces down the narrow metal tunnel, enunciation the frown on Steve's face.

"Yeah, I don't know man, I don't know if you can fit in here, it's like... super tight."

"I'll fit," Dustin smirks. "Trust me. No collarbones, remember?"

"Uh, excuse me?" Robin asks.

Steve jumps down from the ladder, turning to Robin as Dustin begins the climb and gives her a nod.

"Oh, he's uh, he's got so disease," he frowns thoughtfully, racking his brain as he tries to recall the word. "It's chrydo... um... something, yeah I don't know. He's missing bones and stuff, he can bend like Gumbo."

"You mean... Gumby?"

"I'm pretty sure it's Gumbo," he snorts.

"Just shut up and push me!" Comes Dustin's muffled voice from the vents.

By now he had wormed himself halfway in, his bottom half sticking out of the wall and still propped up on the latter while they had been talking.

"Okay," Steve huffed, motioning knowingly to the kid's feet and turned away from Robin.

She watched with a tired, lazily bemused expression as Steve grabbed a less than sturdy hold of the kid's feet and attempted to push.

"Not my feet, dumbass, push my ass!"

"Uh, what?"

"TOUCH MY BUTT! I DON'T CARE!" Came Dustin's impatient scream from the walls.

With a heavy grimace, Steve hesitantly began pushing against Dustin's rear end and his muffled anger grew louder.

"I'm pushing!" Steve argued.

"PUSH HARDER!" Dustin shrieks as he attempts to inch further into the metal vents. "You're playing with my legs!"

"I'm not playing, I have terrible footing!"

"Come on!"

Steve finally makes it to the top of the latter, Dustin's legs bunched together over his shoulders and locked under his arm as their voice continued to shout over one another.

"I'm gonna just shove you, ready?"

"Just shove me?"

"One, two..."

"Shit!"

"That work?"

"One more time,"

Robin rolls her eyes, finally turning away when she hears the sudden rapid chimes of the customer bell out front and all too familiar patron.

"Ahoy, sailors! All hands on deck!"

Through the partition window, Robin meets eyes with none other than Erica Sinclair who flashes her an exaggerated salute and rings the bell knowingly.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Laughter and joyful screams filled the chlorine-soaked air, the smell of the pool lingering with sunblock was strong enough it wafted all the way to the parking lot where the majority of the Party now stood at the Hawkins pool. It looked quite different than it had the day before when Y/n, Max, and El had last been, but the tension weighing down the atmosphere seemed just as heavy and ever-present.

The storm had of course long since lifted, and the sun was now beating down heavily on their backs as they took shelter behind a Rust Red AMC Hornet, all eyes across the lot on the occupant in the lifeguard chair.

Billy.

He was squished underneath the bright red beach umbrella, hidden underneath a baseball cap, thick shades, a long-sleeved sweater, and a white beach towel draped over his legs where they poked out into the sun. He was completely covered.

"I don't know," Max begins, peering through the group's binoculars. "He looks pretty normal to me,"

"Normal?" Lucas scoffs. "How many times have you seen him with a shirt on?"

Y/n smiles weakly from where she stands in between him and Will. Max lowers the binoculars, conceding a wince.

"I mean, it's a little weird,"

"More than a little," Mike nods. "He was in a tub with ice. The Mind Flayer likes it cold. Plus everything El saw—"

"But he's lounging at the pool," Max argues, doubtfully. "Which is like, the least Mind Flayer thing ever,"

"Not necessarily," Will says, pulling everyone's attention. "The Mind Flayer likes to hide. He only used me when he needed me. It's like... like you're dormant. And then, when he needs you,"

All eyes return to Billy.

"...you're activated."

Y/n gulps, shifting on her feet from where she had previously stood rooted to the spot. Ever since that dreaded Halloween night the previous year, nothing seemed to have been the same. The Mind Flayer had set his sights on Will, and in turn, her. Slowly but surely, he had infected all of their lives as he had the town of Hawkins; spreading his rot and poison, and his hate. She could still feel it sometimes; the pain of Will's nails raking into her face and leaving behind the faded scar that had already long since disappeared.

Her eyes dart back through the fence at the suspicious-looking lifeguard and her insides twisted further into a sickening knot. The thought of the Mind Flayer's possible return was enough to drain the color from her face and leave a chill in the humid, sticky summer air. Her mind was running rapid with fear but the sound of Max's voice was enough to return her to earth.

"Okay, so we just..." she shrugs, looking back over towards her brother. "wait until he gets activated."

"No," Mike says with the shake of his head. "What if he hurts someone?"

"Or kills someone?" Will counters, and the Wheeler boy nods.

"We can't take that chance. We need to find out if he's the host,"

"Well, how do we do that?" Lucas asks.

The Party falls silent. The weight of the air growing heavier and heavier as it dawns on them. And one by one, each pair of eyes trickle over to the only present Henderson sibling in the Party. Her head is hung, propped-up against the hood and when she senses the eyes on her she straightens, breathing a sigh. But Will was already shaking his head.

"What? No, no way," he says to Mike and the others, Y/n already turning to him. "No, Y/n, I don't think it's a good idea,"

"I don't like it either," Y/n fretted. "but it's our best chance. The Mind Flayer hates me, and I can push his limits. It's the fastest way."

"And if, by some random chance, Billy isn't the host?" Will countered gently. "He'd find out about you,"

Y/n didn't have a reply for that. Truthfully, she didn't know whether to be relieved or angered he had cornered her. She just stood there, frowning at the concrete sidewalk biting her lip thoughtfully. She tried to think of a way to use her abilities subtly, but all her experience with heat came from seismic blasts or concentrated bursts from her hands. If she attempted that on Billy, he would surely know it.

"There's gotta be another way," Mike cuts in. "I mean, a safe way that doesn't risk you getting hurt or discovered."

Y/n and Will - even El - shoot him a funny look and he shifts under the sudden attention, guiltily.

"What about the sauna?" Lucas says, lighting up.

"Huh?"

"Yeah, it's perfect!" He grins, stepping out from around the car and motioning for Will and Mike. "Come on,"

Seemingly catching onto Lucas's idea, Mike wastes no time in following. And Will hesitantly steps away, sending Y/n and his friends an apologetic shrug.

"Where are you going?" El called after them, exasperated.

"Sorry! Boys only!" Mike throws over his shoulder.

Max scowls after them. "Seriously?!"

"Just trust us!" Lucas cries.

"We'll be back," Will shrugs again. "... I guess."

The three friends sigh, throwing less than impressed looks at the retreating boys. Privately, Y/n wondered if Mike stood any chance of harm just from her glaring at him in this moment. She hadn't shared these feelings with anyone, but since reuniting with Will something had been troubled Ling him and he wouldn't say what. She could spot it right away, the shift in demeanor but she knew it was something different from the return of the Mind Flayer somehow. And she believed it had something to do with Mike.

He was acting differently around him. He had been for some time now, as she had with Max and even El but this was different. Something had happened, and because Will was, well, Will, he was clearly trying to put aside for the sake of everyone's safety. Y/n couldn't really blame him there, but she wished he would open up to her. Tell her what was wrong.

And she wished more than anything she could fix whatever Mike had clearly broken.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"All we gotta do is wait until the pool closes and everyone leaves," Lucas begins, guiding his friends through the first layer of the men's locker rooms. "And then get him from here..."

He steps forward, quickly ripping open the secondary door. The three boys scurry inside, and Lucas's friends quickly seem to catch on to his plan and a small smile grows on Will's face.

"And get him into here," Lucas eagerly rips open the sauna door, expecting to see nothing but steam but his luck had run out.

Five sweaty adult men in towels sat packed in the sauna like sardines, scowls on their faces for the three party members who interrupted their steam. "Hey! Shut the door!"

-"Come on, kid!"

-"Shut it!"

Lucas finally broke from his stupor and slammed the door shut, shuddering.

"I think I just threw up in my mouth,"

Will nodded with a grimace, but shook it off when his eyes landed on the wall beside the door.

"The controls!"

Mike's still bulging, haunted eyes finally broke away from their zoning out and jumped to the wall where Will was pointing. His face lit up.

"We can control from the outside, it's perfect!"

"Do you think it'll get hot enough?" Will asks, feeling more and more relieved by the second. "Like, "Y/n" hot?"

His friends immediately stopped, looking to him with a deadpan expression. Will scoffed at them. "You know what I mean" he snarked, not in the mood though he was trying to ignore the hint of a blush creeping up on his skin.

"Nevermind that," Lucas says. "Look right, here, 220 degrees. That's definitely enough."

"Okay, so we just need to figure out how to get him into here," Will nods towards the sauna door.

"Precisely."

"Then we lock him in," Mike says.

Lucas nods. "-heat him up,"

And Will manages another somewhat relieved smile. "-and no matter what happens, we'll know for sure."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Erica descends from the latter, the flashlight in her hands flicking off with a loud click as she strides up to the break room table where her recruits stood waiting. The group had taken a calculated risk I confiding in the young girl, but she was smart and demanded the information and why they needed to know if she could fit into the air duct in the back room. So here they stood, waiting with anxious breath for her verdict.

"Yeah, I don't know," she says, propping herself up on the edge of the table rather unimpressed.

"You don't know if you can fit?" Dustin asks.

"Oh, I can fit. I just don't know if I want to,"

"Are you claustrophobic?" Robin tries.

Amused, Erica gives the young woman a pitiful laugh. "I don't have phobias."

"Okay, well," Steve begins with a shrug. "What's the problem?"

"The problem is I still haven't heard what's in this for Erica,"

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Steve slides another banana boat ice cream float across the table, joining the already plentiful dairy banquet laid out for the Sinclair girl. She merely gave it a single, disinterested glance and slid it back.

"More fudge please,"

Nobody said anything. And Steve just stared back at the table with tired, glazed-over eyes before Erica sent him a dismissive wave.

"Go on,"

He gave a sigh, and left the booth with the Banana boat in hand, and retreated to the counter. Robin took that as her cue and pulled out the marked-up blueprints she had at her side.

"Alright, you see this?" She points from the circle marked Scoops Ahoy and trail connecting over the flipped map. "This is the route you're gonna take. Then we just wait until the last delivery goes out tonight then you knock out the grate. Jump down. Open the door."

"Then you find out what's in those boxes?" She asks.

"Exactly,"

"And you say this guard is armed?"

"Yes," Dustin quickly nods. "But he won't be there,"

"And booby traps?"

"Booby traps?" Robin echoed.

"Lazers, spikes in the wall,"

Robin couldn't help but give a small laugh, but Erica was all too serious. She turned to the two with a serious look.

"You know what this half-baked plan of yours sounds like to me? Child endangerment."

"We'll be in radio contact with you the whole time-"

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Erica stops her. "Child. Endangerment."

Robin sighs, ignoring the knot wanting to twist in her stomach. She knew she was right, and Robin supposed she just didn't want to admit to herself what they were asking not only of themselves but the young girl.

"Erica?" Dustin began. "Hi, uh... We think these Russians want to do harm to our country. Great harm. Don't you love your country?"

"You can't spell America without Erica," she shrugs, taking a long and loud sip from her complimentary Scoops Shake.

Dustin just blinks at her response and concedes with a nod. "Uh... yeah. Oddly, that's uh... weirdly true, so... so! Don't do this for us! Do it for your country. Do it for your fellow man. Do this for America, Erica."

Erica, who had been slurping her drink through her straw throughout his entire speech, finally finished it off and shivered, sending him a smirk. "Ooh! I just got the chills."

Dustin smiled proudly.

"Oh, yeah," she quickly corrects, her smile falling. "From this float. Not your speech."

His smile falls right off his face.

"You know what I love most about this country?" Erica began. "Capitalism. Do you know what capitalism is?"

Both Robin and Dustin mumble a 'yeah'.

"It means this is a free market system, which means people get paid for their services depending on how valuable their contributions are. And this seems to me that my ability to fit into that little vent is very, very valuable to you all. So-"

Robin and Dustin share a worried look.

"-you want my help? This U.S.S. Butterscotch better be the first of many. And I'm talking free ice cream for life,"

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Masturbation | FKBU Headcanons

Ever wondered what Daisuke and Haru would be like when they touch themselves?

Characters: Kambe Daisuke, Katou Haru

Tags/warnings: Fugou Keiji Balance: Unlimited (anime), 18+, explicit descriptions of sexual activity, male masturbation, headcanons

⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

A/N: I just wanted to write about them stroking their cocks. I'm thirsty, alright? Cut me some slack 😩 Personally, I'm very much a fan of what I've written for Haru, but that might just be my tastes...

Anyway, thanks for reading, and please enjoy! ♡ And please consider voting in this poll to help me celebrate 100 followers! Thank you! ♡

♤ Kambe Daisuke ♤

Daisuke isn't masturbation-mad he drowns in pussy, so he doesn't feel an overwhelming need all the time

But every now and then, he'll get the urge, and if there's no one around who can satisfy him... 🤷‍♀️

Doesn't feel at all guilty about it because he knows that basically everyone does it and he would probably talk very nonchalantly about it with you if you asked, so if you're into that, you're in luck *wink wonk*

With Daisuke, it's either about pure practicality, or unadulterated indulgence

Either he's hard and distracted, and he needs to not be, so he rubs one out–

Or he's feeling like absolutely spoiling himself, drawing it out as long as possible and making himself feel ~amazing~

If he's being practical, he'll try and get it over with quickly, probably into the toilet or something. No fuss, etc.

If he's feeling like indulging himself, he'll get the whole freaking bedroom ready: soft sheets, high quality porn in HD ready, bottles of lube yes, multiple, different toys all laid out ready to be fucked like crazy–

He totally has Pornhub Premium and has no qualms leaving comments on his favourite videos 😂

He doesn't have to think about anyone in particular when he's masturbating. Sometimes it's a face he knows well, others a stranger he passed in the street. Sometimes they're faceless he's flexible

And, like I said, he has no shame about it. It is what it is 🤷‍♀️

Soooo, Daisuke's favourite toy is a fleshlight that he can mount to a table surface etc. He loves being able to go at it like a real pussy with no hands, and not have to hold back with his thrusts

But the rhythmic banging sound of him fucking it can literally be heard down the entire length of the hallway *dies*

Daisuke, ya ain't slick 😂😭😂

When indulging, he's definitely a fan of gently caressing up and down his cock with a Magic Wand vibrator y'all know the ones I mean until he's covered in precum 😍🤤

If he's in a relationship or seeing someone, he has no shame in video-calling said person and fucking himself in front of them I mean 😳😳

I volunteer as tribute!!

And he's happy for them to join in and start touching themselves too the more the merrier!

He's comfortable with flaunting just how hard you they make him 🤑

He'll definitely keep his favourite pictures and videos of his encounters on his phone to ~use~ at his leisure

He'll casually scroll through the special folder on his phone at incredibly inappropriate times and smirk to himself

His face doesn't change too much when he's stroking his cock. It gets a little serious and he frowns like when he's pissed off and serious in the anime and his cheeks are tinged with a light blush, but on the whole, he's pretty collected

And you won't hear much from him other than grunts, heavy breaths, and stifled groans they're deep and gruff, and so fucking hot 🥵

But he is pretty strong and vigorous, I will say that. No soft, delicate touches and submissive moans here

Daisuke doesn't make love – he fucks, and that's exactly how he gets off by himself hnngg

Sometimes he just likes to see how long he can last, edging himself over and over for hours, sensitive and shaking, until he cums and shoots a massive load 😳🤫

I know I said he's not masturbation-mad, and he's not. He doesn't do it that often, but he likes to be at the top of his game, and he likes feeling good 🤗

There's a particular vein on the underside of his massive cock, that from past experiences if it's stroked or caressed, produces a highly pleasurable and intoxicating feeling

And he'll use this to his advantage, deliberately thumbing over it with fervour he likes to imagine someone's tongue curling up and down it 😏

Like, yes Daddy 🥵 let me suck your cock for you 🥺

He's literally so confident about it all. Absolute king 👑

☆ Katou Haru ☆

So, like Daisuke, Haru's not exactly crazy about masturbation, but rather than it being an occasional thing, it's more like a phase that comes and goes?

He'll go for a month or more with hardly needing to touch himself at all

And then – BOOM! Man can't go more than a couple of hours without needing to cum again

Literally can hardly do it enough

When he gets in that rut, Haru gets... desperate and it's so hot

Unlike Daisuke, Haru is very vocal when touching himself etc.

His face gets incredibly flushed, his eyes get hazy, and his hips basically move on their own I want to see iittt, pleeaase 🥺

Haru can't really afford toys etc. and would literally die of embarrassment from purchasing them so what he tends to do is:

Use his hand to stroke his cock

Make a homemade pocket pussy look up how, my peeps. It's quite easy

Or his most usual way humping things like crazy

One of his favourite ways of getting off, is taking two cushions/pillows, sliding his cock between them, and thrusting into them I highly recommend if you enjoy the movement of thrusting

I'm told it's surprisingly more intimate than stroking your own cock

When he gets like that, it's a because of an immediate need to be satisfied, and sometimes he won't even fully take off his trousers

He'll just be grinding away at it, desperately gripping the futon underneath him as he imagines being inside a tight, warm pussy, his hips getting faster and sloppier until he cums 🤪🤤

Lorddd, my body is readyyy 😩

Completely the opposite to Daisuke, Haru gets incredibly embarrassed about the whole topic, and also feels a strong amount of shame and guilt 😔

Especially when he thinks about an actual person which is why he tries not to, but he really thrives off of intimacy and connection, so it's hard

If he's in a relationship/seeing someone, he'll always make sure they're okay with him masturbating, thinking about them, etc. beforehand

Haru's the kind of guy who'll have a wet dream and start grinding against the futon in his sleep, and wake up just in time to feel himself orgasm and it normally gets all over him

Idk if that really counts as masturbation? I mean, I guess, right?

The tip of Haru's cock is really sensitive, so when his uses his hand, he likes to gently encircle it with his thumb which makes him leak so much precum 💦

Oh, and Haru is also a big fan of milking himself 😍

When he's in a rut and feeling desperate, he likes nothing better than to spend the entire mornings or afternoons of his day off cooped up in his flat, fucking himself over and over, until his cock's drained and he's completely worn out 🤫🤭🤤

Guess what he'd want to be doing with you on his days off...

But then, almost as if it never happened, like a switch has been flipped, he'll be back to normal for a month or so, and won't feel the need to jerk off more than a couple of times a week

And he gets so embarrassed about it 😭😭

He throws out the pocket pussy he made literally dying thinking about how many times and how desperately he fucked it so then he always has to make a new one all over again 😭😭

He gets scared about people finding out horny he gets and what they'll think of him 😫

Like, hush baby. I'd love to take care of you when you're like that 🤗 Cum inside me as much as you want 🥺

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simpstar123 · 4 years

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More Than Friends || Callum Airey

Requested - No, but requests are open 💙

A/n - This is one of my fave things I've written lately tbh. Hope y'all like it 💕

Word count - 1,033

7.17.20

Y/n was over Cal's house again, of course. They had been in this type of relationship for a while, and neither of them really had anything against it. She had fallen for him but kept it under wraps well enough. He was in love too but hid it out of fear of losing her. They both chose to be satisfied with what they had going.

That was, until tonight. The two rarely argued, if you could even call it that when they did. However, things such as this are bound to blow up eventually. That just happened to be sooner than expected in this situation.

Y/n had come over and they had done their usual activities, which of course consisted of Netflix, cuddling, and eventually hooking up. It was normal for her to spend the night at Cal's, and, if it was at her place, Cal almost always stayed over. As the two were laying together, half-naked and relaxed, Y/n thought of something. "You think Cal heard us?" she asks, running a hand through her messy hair.

"Probably," he laughs, "I think he usually does, but he knows about us, it's fine."

She thinks about that for a minute, trying to figure out exactly what the relationship between them had become. She really had no idea anymore. On the surface, it seemed like friends with benefits, except those benefits were starting to include a lot more qualities of a romantic relationship than a purely sexual one.

"Cal knows about us?" she asks incredulously, sitting up quickly. Her chin rests in the palm of her hand as she waits for an answer.

"I guess, why wouldn't he?" Cal replies, still staring at the ceiling. He can feel her eyes on him and suddenly feels guilty, although he can't figure out exactly why.

"Because that's weird," she says, her eyes drifting around the room. She leaves it at that, hoping for a more intelligent reply from the man next to her. He doesn't say anything at first, obviously thinking about something.

"What's weird about it? He doesn't judge," Cal explains, finally turning over to face her. She blinks slowly at him and bites her tongue.

"This isn't even an actual relationship," she finally breaks, sitting all the way up and crossing her arms. She'd raised her voice, without even realizing it, and worried for a second that Lux could also hear her now.

"What do you mean by that?" Cal says, avoiding eye contact. Her anger surprised him as it was pretty unusual for her.

"This means nothing, right? Let's face it, I'm just one of your many booty calls!" She hisses. Without looking back at Cal for even a second, she stands up and walks out, heading straight for the other Cal's room. The two were close friends and told each other almost everything. Her plan was to rant to him until she felt better. She didn't even care if the other idiot could hear her.

"Cal?" She asks, knocking quickly on his door.

"Come in," He calls. Y/n doesn't even hesitate to open the door. She walks in, quickly shutting the door behind her, and flops onto Cal's bed next to him. He shoots her a look of concern, but otherwise stays quiet and waits for her to speak. However, she remains quiet and stares at the ceiling, clenching her jaw.

"What happened?" Cal finally asks, hoping to avoid upsetting her more. She scoffs and shakes her head. Eventually, she sits up and crosses her legs, facing Cal and studying his expression for a few seconds.

"Cal's a fucking dickhead," she replies simply. Lux sighs, closing his laptop and putting on his bedside table with his headphones. Y/n watches his actions and realizes he was most likely using the headphones while she and Cal were 'making noise' in the other room. Lux sighs and takes a deep breath. He'd known about the whole friends with benefits thing since it started and he had a good guess of where it would end up going. Actually, he'd assumed they'd fallen in love a long time ago when they had first met. Now, looking at the situation in front of him and knowing that Cal was more in love than he'd ever been, all he could do was shake his head.

"Are you sure he's not just... trying to hide his true feelings for you?" Cal suggests, hoping to sound inconspicuous. She laughs aloud and rolls her eyes.

"Yeah right. Our first rule was not to catch feelings. Cal isn't like me, he wouldn't break that rule," she says, dragging her fingers lightly across her arm as she's thinking.

"What do you mean 'like you'?" he asks, already knowing the answer.

"Oh, isn't it obvious. I love him. He's a dickhead, but I love him," she groans, putting her head in her hands and closing her eyes. It was painfully obvious to everyone who knew the two of them. Although Cal opted not to mention that, he was thinking it very intensely at her as though she'd somehow get the message.

"So why don't you just tell him?" he asks, hoping that Cal could hear the conversation from his room. She shakes her head at him silently.

"Hello? I broke the first rule of being friends with benefits," she replies simply, her eyes trained on anything but his.

"And you think he hasn't?" Cal says, watching her facial expressions carefully.

"Has he?" she whispers, her eyes lighting up like Christmas lights. He nods in response, glancing towards the door and back to her. He had a feeling his friend was listening in on the conversation.

"Y/n, everyone knows you mean the world to him," he says, smiling. She returns the smile and gets up quickly. The door opens behind her, causing her to spin around, suddenly face-to-face with Cal. He meets her eyes, trying to hide his nervousness. She runs into his arms and they share a tight hug. Lux laughs and snaps a picture of the pair, sending it to the group chat. When he looks up again, Cal mouths the words thank you to him.

#calfreezy #callux #callum airey #fanfic

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cinaminho · 5 years

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Woman Like Me | H. Jisung

Group: Straykids

Genre: Mafia AU

Warnings:'lil fluff,, some mild violence,, swearing,, funny??,, Tiny Angst

Requested: Yes, " [Mafia] can I get something where you get smart mouth in front of Jisung and his gang and we’ll you finish he rest 😂😂"

Plot - His Temper has been tested many times with all the frustrations of being a mafia tech plus a part time hitman , his daily activities are stressful enough. With a Hot headed tantalizing lover like you He would've guessed being together would be a different level of difficulty, but not this difficult and how is that even though you make that Tiny vein pop near his temple in frustration that'd he finds it addictive and more reason to fall for you even if he isn't willing to admit it to anyone.

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Sidenote - I didn't know if you wanted it long or short so I apologize if it's too short.. Or long.

It wasn't unknown that'd you'd pop up at the SKZ's headquarters it'd gotten to the point where no one questioned you when you walked in nor did you acknowledge anyone standing guard out of the fifteen men and women per side you had to go through , they knew not to Question Han Jisung's future wife. You guys are engaged so an unlikely alliance can be formed between two former rival mafias as your brother is meant to take over your Father's corporation soon.

Although Jisung and the rest of your father's or should you say Brother's mafia got along well as you did with the other 8 most important Members of Stray Mafia, you two had a very Rocky beggining and bolders were about to be tumbling your way soon if you two couldn't at least learn to be friendly with one another.

Mafia merging wasn't unheard of it usually did involve two children from the opposite gangs getting married but those things didn't last nor seem believable since ninety nine percent of them were forced yours being one of them. Mafias never stayed merged when the lovers from opposing sides didn't get along it'd cause them to clash even worse than before the arranged marriage.

You guys had to make it seem genuine in order to establish your mafias as a bigger threat. Your eyes trained ahead focused on the automatic opening doors infront of you that you'd soon enter which would be the main part of the headquarters a.ka. The surveillance room where Jisung worked. Your feet tapped against the shiny metal tiles beneath you as you walked into the room inhaling the smell of disinfectant whipes, you bet Jisung whiped all the technical equipment down.

You looked around seeing many familiar and unfamiliar faces moving about doing different things, checking surveillance, fixing equipment, testing equipment you name it, to anyone even you it looked like a C.I.A organization which is what they kind of were but, you know, on the more crooked side.

You Spotted Jisung where he'd normally be behind what you'd describe as a fence of tables with Computers , cameras , and other technology fenced around him with a big enough opening for someone to walk through, though, no one besides The other 8 elite stray members and you came to that side of Jisungs work space.

Speaking of the other 8 members that's exactly where they were, chattering. You strolled over confidently clearing your throat Making your arrival known to those who had their backs to you including Jisung who spun in his computer chair to see you his giddy smile instantly dropping once he saw you a frown replacing it which brought you a smile of your own . "Not happy to see me I'm assuming." Your voice laced with fake concern. Jisung rolled his eyes already knowing you were being fake, "Exactly so don't ever assume otherwise."

He sassed back. A glare war began between the two of you. "Well~ The love birds bickering Begins." Chan clapped causing both of your attention to snap to him, "My favorite part of Y/n visiting." Hyunjin chuckled. "Y/n it's lovely to see you!" Jeongin chimed in Bowing to you before embracing you in a hug which you returned.

You clearly heard Jisung groan in annoyance making you two let each other go "Can't you see they're evil yet you still like them?" , "Y/n is nice to us and actually is useful when we need help finding a location if we can't get to you." Seungmin countered from Behind Jisung leaning against one of the computer desks, "I also don't kill people." You added "That hasn't been proven." Jisung grumbled sneering at you.

"Oh whatever Jisung, get back to typing fake reports on the computer, yes? The day is slow so what the hell could you possibly be doing." Within two point zero seconds a chorus of 'ooh's' were heard from the other members , you cockily lifted a brow crossing your arms because what'd he have to say now?

"My God, Jisung, you really have a fireball on your hands eh?" Felix chuckled. "Leave him alone he's clearly angry." , "Ohh this is good." Minho and Changbin added. "Ruffling a few of his feathers won't get him completely heated up, Right Jisung... Jisung?" Woojin had gotten no response from the young technician who's eyes were hooded black with rage.

You seen him angry but didn't flinch an eyelid, the way he was gripping the arms of the chair as he began to tremble it didn't look like he was breathing as his lips were pressed together roughly and his entire face almost completely bright red .

"Take it easy Jisung it's just kidding around , Alright?" The leader cautiously spoke being the first after you to take notice in his anger. You still were feeding off of his anger satisfied that you could bother him like this and infront of his colleagues or friends was absolutely beautiful to you. You could tell by the twitching of his fingers that he was ready to boil over just about.

Good because that's what you wanted, let him make a scene and be embarrassed by the attention lashing out later at the onlookers. Jisung squeezed his eyes shut for a minute or two before opening them looking as if all anger had vanished you discretely furrowed your brows which Jisung caught and gave you a knowing smirk making you grit your teeth silently.

He stood up from his seat making all the curious males eye him carefully as he took heavy steps towards your frame. "Y/n may I talk to you in the combat room?" His voice was honeyed you became suspicious naturally at the lack of aggravation in his voice, "why i-" , "Combat room, now." He quickly spat forcing you to turn in the opposite direction and walk until you two disappeared out the doors and down the halls .

"You don't think..." Hyunjin asked trailing off knowing that Chan knew what he was asking by his suggestive tone "Not in my combat room." He said flatly eyes still on the automatic door you two had exited out of , "Of course not you freak." Woojin mumbled.

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You felt Like Jisung was shooting darts with his eyes at the back of your head forcing you to stop and face him "Jisung I hope you-" , "No talking until in the combat room." He blunty spoke pointing for you to face the opposite way again and head into the room. You growled quietly before obeying.

Your eyes scanned each side of the halls for the combat room you were so lost in space that you didn't notice Jisung had stopped, "The door is right here you Dimwitted Ninny." Jisung called out making you instantly turn around stomping towards him glaring harder than ever letting him know that you didn't take lightly to that name but all he did was tilt his head signaling for you to go inside. You slipped passed him eyes not leaving his suspicious of what he might do but once you were sure he wouldn't try anything you took in the scenery of the blue soft padded wall room.

You sighed turning to him nonchalantly "I know what this is about." Jisung closed the door before turning to you, "You don't say?" His sarcasm was more than clear "Yes it's about what happened out there." You concluded. Jisung let out a Taut chuckle, "Yeah you really had 'em goin out there." You were sure despite the chuckle that he was far from amused "Look Jisung, WOAH!" Was all you could say followed by a puff of air leaving your lips wincing as your back collided with the Tile floor.

You cradled the back of your head letting out strangled shrieks in pain it took you a few moments to come back to your senses, "Did you.. Did you just PUSH ME?!" You spoke almost wheezing. "Yeah and I owe you more than that!" He announced.

Within seconds you were off the floor and before you knew it infront of him with the back of your hand colliding harshly with his face causing an echoing smack in the room. If you were in shock before then he was absolutely stunned now, "Did you just.." , "bitch slap you? Yes I did and I owe you more Than That!" You laughed bitterly restating his previous words to you.

"You really are the fiancee from hell!" He spoke thickly making you scoff sending him another blow but this time with your foot to his knee making him double over instantly grimacing in pain , "hmph, almost looks like when you proposed." You said satisfied and walking towards the door dusting yourself off.

Your two feet were brought from under you though as Jisung had other plans once again making you collide with the floor and groan in pain, Jisung quickly pinned himself over you fighting to get your hands down, "Are you seriously fighting me right now?!" , "It's the combat room isn't it?" He said struggling above you as you were pretty strong "your fighting skills are as weak as your hacking!" , "Your blocking skills are as weak as your driving skills Master 'I don't know how to parallel park'" .

You found a way to bring your knee up and powerfull into his chest causing him to fumble back and grip it you'd definitely knocked the air out of him pouncing on him giving him no chance to recover "You're unbelievable!" "For Enjoy this? I know!" , You almost stopped immediately "Wait you like this?" You said out of breath sitting up but he didn't answer instead he sent a painful blow to your shoulder your yelp in pain could've broke the windows.

Jisung stood up cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders back "Yep I do and now that I've handle that I can get back to work." Jisung jumped up and approached the door but it came swinging open revealing a very panicked and concerned leader also Hyunjin along with an amused Changbin and Minho, "ohhh so that's what all the tusseling was." Changbin smirked "Oh thank God!!" Chan sighed relieved.

"Yeah guys I just had to handle-" An 'umph' was heard from Jisung as his entire front came in contact with the wall infront of him and his arm behind his back pressing to pop out of it's socket all of which wad being done by you, "You could never handle a woman like me." You panted out smirking. Little did you know he was smirking as well.

He'd grown to enjoy these little matches because that meant more space for loving once you tied the knot and less fighting ,you guys just found things to pick at simply because it turned into lowkey flirting though that wasn't how it started out but you both were aware that it's what it'd progressed too, this was a bit more obvious though neither would admit it, hard to explain, didn't make sense, it was all complicated but it was how you two did things.

"So should we break this up?" Hyunjin asked "Ruin their Date? I don't think so, c'mon guys, back to the main headquarters." Chan ushered while closing the door leaving you two to wrestle with a chorus of Disappointed cries from the boys as they left.

That ending was bad and I planned for it to be different but I'm just now finishing this at 3 a.m. so give me a break... Please? Anyway, I hope whoever reads this enjoys it, I'll fix the typos later but I must sleep now ❤.

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