#-_- its a fucking blue mullet. its blue. who is he

[mitsuyeaah]

DEVIL IN DISGUISE

SANZU HARUCHIYO x f! reader

“he lies, he bluffs, he’s unpredictable. he is a sucker with a gun, a bad boy with a tainted heart, a villain by the devil’s law.”

cw: sugar daddy!sanzu, law student!reader, nsfw (mdni), smut, implied age gap (late twenties sanzu, early twenties reader), bdsm (gunplay, restraint, blindfold), rough unprotected sex, creampie, slight exhibitionism, oral (m & f receiving, cum swallowing), alcohol use (brief), mentions of smoking, mentions of drug use, swearing, pet names (pretty girl, princess, baby), degradation

word count: 11k

a/n: my piece for The #SugarDaddyCollab event by @sleepysnk !! © divider: anlian-aishang

The loud bass of the music reverberated throughout your body, the bouncing strobe lights of the dimly lit club making it hard to navigate through, especially with the sea of sweaty bodies grinding against each other.

You adjusted the black masquerade mask that rested on your nose that partially hid the top part of your face—except your eyes—before reaching for the tray full of alcoholic beverages that were in various interesting colours.

“Oh, I’ll take those. Manager told me she wanted you to specifically serve a private VIP room today, the Golden Room. Quickly! You have to be there before our clients.” Your co-worker swiftly took the tray full of drinks, ushering you away before hastily leaving, her short figure blending in amongst the crowd of people until she was nowhere to be seen.

The Golden Room. It was the most expensive private VIP room that the club had to offer as it had its own floor at the very top of the building, overlooking the bustling nightlife of Roppongi. The private room had its exclusive DJ and mini-bar that catered to the client’s needs—and only their needs—along with a personal server, which was you for tonight.

For the past few months that you’ve been working at this club, you have never been asked to serve one of the private VIP rooms, let alone the most expensive one. You were always down at the main floor serving drinks, blending in with the huge crowd that never seemed to die down, even at early hours of the morning.

Trying to make yourself presentable, you hastily made your way to the main elevators to get to the top floor. In all honesty, you were quite nervous about this, not only was it your first time being a personal server, but it was also because you knew that the clients had money, a lot of money, so you couldn’t afford to be fucking up your job any time soon.

After passing all the other floors in the building, the elevator dinged and its doors slid open to reveal an exquisite room, as expected. You finally knew why it was called the Golden Room, this private space had accents of gold everywhere, from the chandelier down to its marbled floor, it also housed a spacious balcony that overlooked the teeming city down below, this section of the club was so high up that you swore you could almost reach the dark clouds above.

Thankfully, the said clients still weren’t there which gave you ample amounts of time to calm yourself down and be at your best behaviour, you couldn’t afford to lose this job due to a simple mistake.

There were only three people in the room at the moment, you, the bartender who already worked on drinks, and the DJ who was busy fiddling with his controllers, music already coming out of the speakers.

You stood by the mini-bar, waiting for the patrons to walk in so you could warmly welcome them.

The elevator door dinged, revealing a lone man standing inside it. He was fairly tall, rosy pink hair that ended in a long mullet, noticeable scars on either corners of his lips, and deep turquoise eyes that complimented his prominent thick lashes.

The man strutted in, sporting a striped navy blue three-piece suit and a white button up, your eyes followed him as he sat in the middle of the long leather couch that rested against the wall, crossing his legs and resting his elbows on the backrest, his aquamarine gaze already on you.

That’s it? That’s our client? Just him? Questions ran through your mind as no other person walked out from the elevator, just the pink-haired man, all alone.

You realised he must’ve had a shit ton of money to be booking the most extravagant room that this club had to offer, all for himself. Goddamn, rich people really are something else, you thought.

It was awkward.

The pink-haired man stared at you and didn’t even bother hiding it, you felt small under his intense gaze, also making you conscious about the black strapless latex top you were wearing. You shifted uncomfortably, he was still staring at you but that was when you remembered you completely forgot to greet him.

Oh shit. You were too distracted admiring the patron.

Your eyes widened a bit at the realisation, embarrassment slowly engulfing your body as you tried to take long confident strides toward the man, black thigh high boots clicking against the gold-accented marbled floor with every step you took. You plastered a warm smile, standing in front of the patron before introducing yourself and warmly welcoming him.

Well done, already fucking up the job, you thought, but the turquoise-eyed man let out a small chuckle, his voice deep but smooth like velvet, “Aren’t you cute?” He tilted his head to the side, a small smirk forming upon his pink lips. It was a bit hard not to stare at the scar that decorated his face, but you tried your best not to shift your gaze downward, not even the slightest bit.

You let out a shy laugh, “Thank you, I’ll be your personal server for tonight. If you need anything, I’ll be over there, at the mini-bar.” You couldn’t care less about his little compliment, you’ve heard the varieties of it, coming from different types of men that you had previously served.

It was common sense to expect some customers—if not all—to act this way toward the servers, and it honestly sickened you how some men could think that it was okay to talk to women like this. Yes, you and your co-workers were employees of a club but that didn’t give them the liberty to say and do anything they wanted.

After all, you guys were just trying to make a living. The least customers could do was extend their respect to mere club employees.

As you walked back to the mini-bar, you swore you could feel his burning gaze on you but you shook it off and ignored it, after all, he was just like any other man you’ve interacted with in this club.

“Whiskey, on the rocks.” He signalled the bartender behind you before pulling something out from his pocket, you didn’t know what it was but he was writing something, not that you cared.

Shortly after, the bartender set a lowball glass on the tray, the translucent coppery liquid modestly filling the glass, complemented with ice. You grabbed the tray and made your way over to the man situated on the sofa, neatly setting the cold drink before him.

“Sanzu.” The rosy-haired man spoke up from where he sat, pocketing whatever he was writing on and leaned forward to reach for the drink, “Hm?” You blinked at him, unsure what to reply, eyes wide and giving him a curious look

“Name ‘s Sanzu.” “Oh, alrigh—” “Why don’t you come hang out with me a little, hm?” Sanzu cut you off, an expectant look forming in his pretty aquamarine eyes. You awkwardly looked around as if there was someone you could ask for permission, but nonetheless, you hesitantly made your way over to him.

You sat next to him, knees touching together and arms neatly folded on your lap as if you were getting a formal photograph taken. There was ample room between the two of you, although it looked awkward, you decided it would be more awkward if you had sat next to Sanzu so closely, given the fact that you didn’t even know this man and he was a patron.

“I’m not really sure if this is professional. It’s protocol that I am not to sit with any pat—” “It’s completely fine, I personally know the people who own this club.” Sanzu slung one arm on the back rest while the other held the whiskey, bringing it up to his lips.

All you could do was nod, clearly, there was nothing else you could argue about.

Sanzu set the empty glass on the table and shifted his whole body to face you, “Tell me… what’s a pretty girl like you working at a club like this? That glint in your eyes screams innocence.” He lifted the slender hand that rested on the backrest and brought it up to your black mask, tracing each intricate design that decorated it.

His hand ventured further to one side of your face, reaching for the satin bow behind your head that secured the mask, his slender fingers tangling with the loops of the bow before pulling at the loose end, causing your mask to fall on your lap.

How exquisite. Sanzu keenly tilted his head to the side, turquoise eyes brimming with such interest.

“I asked you a question, pretty girl.” A saccharine smile formed on his scarred lips. You snapped out of your trance, blinking up at him, “Oh, uh, ‘m just here to pay my bills and student loan…” you whispered, a bit embarrassed.

“Oh? And does this club pay you enough to do so?”

It didn’t. Your pay was just enough to get you through each week but you were practically scraping through, most of your meals were from the convenience store and there were times where you didn’t bring any lunch to eat in between your lectures due to your financial situation. It also didn’t help the fact that the weekly allowance from your parents all went to the dorm you rented.

Your parents weren’t white-collar workers like the customers you encountered in this club, they walked with confidence, swiping their cards left and right without a care in the world. Their wrists and neck decorated with heavy and expensive accessories while also donning luxury brands from head-to-toe that were probably expensive enough to pay for at least half of—if not more than—your tuition fee.

You assumed Sanzu was a white-collar worker, seeing the way he strutted into the room earlier, like he owned it, and the way he was neatly dressed and not a single wrinkle on his expensive suit. You also noticed the shiny watch he sported on his left wrist, glimmering under the lights.

“No.” You simply answered, gaze fixed on your hands that were slowly balling into fists.

Where was this conversation even going? You thought.

Was he here to degrade and make fun of your social status? Mock you because you weren’t in the same tax bracket? Flaunt his dirty money in your face? You’ve encountered this many times with other customers, belittling your very existence because of a simple mistake you’ve made.

It never bothered you these days like it did when you first encountered it, you remember crying on the toilet as you replayed the scene of a customer yelling harsh words at you, it didn’t help that they were also quite intoxicated. You were used to it by now but it was tiring, you didn’t need strangers telling you left and right that you weren’t like them.

“What if I tell you I could pay you more? Much more than your job can.”

You met his gaze, brows furrowing as you were confused about what this whole conversation was about. God, was he a businessman wanting to recruit employees? If he was, then this is highly unprofessional, you thought.

“I don’t quite follow…?”

Sanzu just gave you a small chuckle before pulling something out from his pocket and handing it to you, “If you decide you’re too good for this environment, I’m just a call away.” He stood up and made his way towards the elevator, bidding goodbye to the DJ, bartender and you.

He gave you one last smile before the elevator doors shut in front of him, and just like that, Sanzu was gone.

You let out a breath you’ve been holding ever since you entered this room and looked down at the folded piece of paper on your lap. With curiosity, you opened the paper, ‘I’m just getting started’ it wrote, with his number in red ink. You were about to shove it into your pocket until you noticed another paper behind it, your eyes widened.

It was a cheque. Was this what he was writing earlier?

Haruchiyo Sanzu, it stated on the top left corner, but what shocked you the most was the amount ordered to pay you, it was clearly more than what you made in your part-time job and was enough to get you through the week, more than a week, even.

How could Sanzu just give you this much money without batting an eye? Let alone a stranger he had just met. Was he crazy? But then your mind wandered back to the sentence on the other piece of paper, ‘I’m just getting started.’ Did that indicate he was able to give you more?

Surely not.

Boy, were you wrong. You contemplated for days on end whether to call Sanzu or not, it was very tempting but what if he was just bluffing? You knew he wasn’t, you went to the bank a few days ago to check if the cheque was fake or not, and to your surprise, it wasn’t fake. It had the exact amount of money stated on it.

A few weeks had passed when you finally decided to call Sanzu’s number due to the growing desperation for financial aid, you tried your best to rely on yourself and the part-time job at the club but it just wasn’t enough, you needed more. You needed what Sanzu was offering.

You were a bit hesitant to call him since you didn’t know if his offer still stood even after quite a period of time but you were desperate, and plus, it didn’t hurt to try. If he didn’t pick up then you’d have to suck it up and find other ways to support your living, even if it meant bending your back.

To your surprise, Sanzu did pick up, rather quickly, even.

Little did you know that this call was the pivoting point of your life, where you could finally say goodbye to your old lifestyle and welcome a new one you have never experienced before.

Upon meeting up with Sanzu, he had come clean about his intentions and how he was going to provide you anything and everything you ever wanted in exchange for company and sexual favours, and nothing else. A sugar daddy. You knew the offer was too good to not involve some kind of physical factors, but it wasn’t like you were new to sex.

Yes, others might view it as dirty and disrespectful to one’s self that they would simply let an older man ask them for sexual favours in return for the lavish lifestyle, but life was never butterflies and rainbows, life was harsh and as much as you’d hate to admit it, only the richest could survive among times like this where everything was in demand and becoming more expensive.

Looking at the situation at hand, it wasn’t like you had any other choice at this point. If the luxury life was going to welcome you with open arms through a man named Haruchiyo Sanzu, then you’d willingly let it.

You sat inside Sanzu’s white Bugatti Centodieci, on the way to a dinner reservation, the low roaring of its exhaust filling your ears as it came to a smooth halt at an intersection. You’ve been in this luxury car countless times before but you’ve never gotten quite used to it because you knew how expensive this vehicle was; you’ve done your research on some of the brands Sanzu sported, one of them being this extremely flamboyant car.

Your little research told you that there were only ten of the Centodieci models around the world, and Sanzu owned one of them. Your hands couldn’t help but sweat at the thought, causing you to smooth your pleated skirt down to wipe it off, “I like your nails, princess.” Sanzu reached a hand over the console and took yours, his fingers tracing the intricate details of your jewelled stiletto nails. Rhinestones gleaming underneath the bright city lights outside.

Not only were they embedded in expensive rhinestones but some of them were covered in 24K gold foil, costing your appointment at a whopping price but Sanzu never batted an eye when he swiped his card yesterday, no hesitation whatsoever. Last week, he had asked you to choose a nail design you really liked and he would take care of booking the appointment, of course, you jumped at that opportunity.

You knew why Sanzu loved paying for your nail appointments.

“Do you want me to test them out?” You blinked up at him and took his hand into yours, sensually massaging and rubbing it as if it were something else, god, Sanzu wished it was something else. He cursed under his breath at the sensation of his blood rushing down to his cock with need, his other hand gripping the leather steering wheel a little harder, knuckles turning painfully white as you continued with your ministrations,

“You always know what I want, huh?” He let out a breathy chuckle, shifting uncomfortably in his leather seat, cock now straining against his navy dress pants and begging to be let out. Sanzu skilfully manoeuvred his vehicle, taking desperate turns left and right to find a random deserted place to park, although it didn’t really matter if there were people around or not, his vehicle was heavily tinted and he liked the thrill of getting caught.

What were they gonna do? Stop him from getting head? They could try.

The tyres of Sanzu’s vehicle loudly skidded against the rough pavement of the empty parking lot as he desperately parked his car, not even bothering to situate his vehicle in a parking space, it was already evening and no one was around anyway.

“Fuck, come here.” Sanzu groaned, reclining his seat back and pulling your face closer to his own. You leaned over the console to kiss him, knees resting on the smooth material, one arm against the window of the driver’s side for support, and the other gripping the headrest behind his head.

Sanzu craned his neck forward to meet your gloss-stained lips, one hand firmly resting on your chin to keep you in place, while the other wandered elsewhere. His kisses held desperation in them, soft pillowy lips laced with hunger as it moved against your own. The man beneath you let out short erratic breaths that tickled below your nose, occasionally letting out soft eager whines into your lips.

He was usually on the dominant side, but fuck, was he needy when it came to receiving. Not that you complained, though, it was a pretty sight to see him all wrecked and at your mercy. It was priceless to see his authoritative demeanour crumble into nothing but a pathetic whining mess that begged for his cock to be touched and sucked on, even if it rarely happened.

You slightly jerked at Sanzu’s wandering hand that found its way to your inner thigh under the dimly lit car—the only source of light coming from the warm street lights of the parking lot—, slowly massaging and rubbing unfamiliar shapes at the supple flesh and earning a small whimper from you. His hand ventured around your outer thigh and flicked your skirt up, the skimpy fabric that was once barely covering your ass, now rested on your lower back and in full view for anyone who passed by the passenger’s window.

But you weren’t worried, Sanzu’s vehicle was tinted.

A small moan escaped your swollen lips but was swallowed down during the heated kiss with Sanzu as his large hand landed a merciless slap against the fat of your ass, the sharp searing pain from the sudden skin contact spreading across your backside making you wetter, “Put those pretty hands to use, baby.” He broke the kiss, lips ghosting over your own as he panted out, desperate for air to fill his lungs.

Sanzu placed both his hands behind his head and relaxed his torso against the warm leather seat to let you do your thing, his lust-filled turquoise eyes intently following your every move.

Shuffling closer to the evident tent in his pants, you placed your palm over his crotch, roughly palming his erection, causing a deep throaty groan from Sanzu, his back involuntarily arching away from the backrest and hands flying up to the headrest behind his head, gripping on it for his dear life. His eager eyes watched the way your twinkling nails moved against his strained cock, biting his lip at the sight and heat spreading throughout his body.

He loosened the black tie around his neck and hastily unbuttoned his collar so he could breathe better. You gave him a sly smile before slowly guiding the small pull-tab down the teeth of the zipper, the car was quiet, so you could only hear the movement of the zipper and Sanzu’s soft desperate pants, his pink lips slightly parted.

With the help of his hips, you pulled his pants down along with his underwear just enough to release his throbbing cock from its confines, earning a slight hiss from the rosy pink haired man as you firmly gripped his heavy length, your rhinestone-studded nails complimenting his hard cock with your fingers wrapped around him.

Sanzu let out a loud moan as you pumped his dick up and down after spitting at it, you gripped him like a vice, wrist skilfully twisting and tugging at his cock just how he liked it. He could almost cum right then and there at the sight of your freshly manicured fingers wrapped around his length. Fuck, he loved seeing your jewellery-embedded nails around his cock.

You flattened your tongue and licked a long slow stripe up the underside of his dick, earning a loud desperate whine from Sanzu, one hand flying down to tangle into your hair to eagerly tug at it, “Fuuuuuuck…” he breathed out, his bottom lip tightly caged between his teeth as he threw his head back.

God, you never failed to give him the best head of his life, and you were just getting started.

More desperate airy whines slipped past his pink lips as you peppered his length with light kisses, his hips greedily bucking up at you, Sanzu needed more, “Ngh! Stop being such a tease and suck me off already. We have a reservation, remember—ah!” He whined, lust-filled hunger evident in his tone.

Suddenly remembering about the dinner reservation, you didn’t hesitate to put the pink head in your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around the blunt tip and primarily focusing on his precum-filled slit that had Sanzu practically writhing in his seat, his face contorting with pure pleasure, back arching, and hips hungrily bucking into your mouth, causing you to hold them down,

“Haaah! That’s it, now take it all in like the good girl you are.” He moaned, breath shaky and unstable.

And so you did. Without hesitation, you slowly slid your mouth down his length while taking deep breaths through your nose just like had Sanzu taught you before. His grip on your hair tightened, earning a loud moan from you which sent vibrations down his cock, “Ohhh fuck, you’re taking me in so—ngh! So well.” You started bobbing your head up and down, taking slow experimental motions with his hard cock sliding against your throat, this caused Sanzu to buck his hips higher, eager to feel the constant friction of your mouth against him.

“Mhm, I told you to stop teasing, didn’t I?” Sanzu growled and swiftly sat up, roughly taking the black tie loosely secured around his collar. He grabbed both your hands and pinned them behind your back—just resting above your ass—, using his tie to keep them in place. The whole action caused you to lean forward, taking more of Sanzu’s cock into your mouth.

Sanzu leaned back into his seat, one hand gripping the headrest and the other going back into your hair as he thrusted his hips in and out of your mouth, “Mhm—ah! That’s more like it. I can’t keep reminding you that I’m still in control here.” He moaned. Sanzu gathered all of your hair and put it up in a make-shift ponytail with his hand, as it obstructed his view from your pretty mouth taking all of his dick.

With his hand wrapped securely around your loose hair, he started relentlessly thrusting up into your hot mouth, his other hand behind his head practically digging into the headrest which he knew was going to leave evident marks but he didn’t care. He didn’t give a fuck about potentially damaging the expensive leather of his car, when you were taking him so so well.

All you could do was sit there and take it, tears uncontrollably rolling down your cheeks which surely ruined your makeup, your knees were painfully digging into the console and thighs burning from the lack of stretch but you didn’t care, all you wanted was for Sanzu to cum into your mouth.

Sanzu’s head spun as he was nearing his high, his head thrown back, lips parted, and stomach clenching from immense pleasure while he kept at his pace. His chest heaved up and down as he let out short airy desperate whines in tune with the movement of his hips, fuck, he was so close.

“I’m gonna cum—ngh! You better take all of my fuckin’ load like the good girl you are.” He thickly swallowed, his desperate whines turning into shallow erratic breathing, only a few more thrusts away before he topped over the edge.

Sanzu’s hips faltered as the rumbling coil deep in his stomach finally snapped, he threw his head back and arched his back as he cummed into your mouth, letting out a loud shameless moan that filled the entire vehicle. You moaned into his dick, feeling his hot cum roll down your throat as he firmly kept your head in place, his hips rolling into you to ride out his orgasm while gripping the headrest behind him, the tips of his fingers hurting from the constant pressure he’s been putting on it.

“Haah, yeah that’s it. Such a good girl.” Sanzu praised, letting go of your hair as you eagerly lapped up some of his cum that rolled down his dick. Before he could undo the tie that bound your wrists together, his phone loudly rang, causing the both of you to jump at the sudden sound.

Sanzu quickly reached for his phone that was inside his blazer pocket and cleared his throat before answering it. “Yes, yes, we will be there soon. Just got held up in traffic.” He chuckled, giving you a knowing look before bidding goodbye to whoever was on the other side of the call.

“They were just confirming if we were still coming for our reservation.” Sanzu laughed as he pulled his tie from your wrists, “Held up in traffic, huh.” You raised a brow at him—throat sore from your recent activities—as you sat into your seat and fixed yourself up with the help of the sun visor mirror. Sanzu tucked himself back in and gave you a breathy chuckle, “That was the first thing that popped into my mind.”

“Also, I didn’t hurt you too much, right? Got really carried away, sorry.” He sighed as he adjusted his seat into its normal upright position, looking at you with concern.

Sanzu knew that he could get too carried away during sex which causes him to become rough and unrelentless. Of course, he had already discussed this with you and to his surprise, you were okay with it, apparently you liked it rough. You shook your head, brushing him off with a smile, “It’s okay, you were enjoying yourself back there.” You laughed, sending him a teasing look.

The man next to you shook his head as he could feel warmth creeping up his cheeks and embarrassment engulfing his body. “Nonsense.” He muttered before turning his car on to make your way to the dinner reservation.

Sanzu’s personality was such a contrast from the first time you met him back at the club, right off the bat, you thought he was a cocky and arrogant individual with the way he acted that night but as you got to know his personality better, he was a completely different person.

The facade that he had on back when you first met him was definitely gone. But was that really a front he just put up? It made you wonder.

Both of you calmly walked inside the exquisite restaurant like you weren’t just sucking him off a couple of minutes ago. Sanzu rested a palm on the low of your back as the waiter guided you to your seats, “Why the sudden fancy dinner?” You looked up at him, his aquamarine gaze meeting yours, Sanzu shrugged, a small smile forming upon his lips, “Just wanted to treat my baby, that’s all. You’ve been so good for me, might reward you more, later.” He leaned closer as he spoke the last line, a hint of slyness laced in his tone.

Maybe you could actually live in this lifestyle.

Ever since Sanzu stepped into your life, there wasn’t a day where you struggled anymore. No more sleepless nights of thinking how to get through tomorrow, no more stressing out about upcoming bills, and lastly, no more encountering drunk nasty old men at the club who sneered at your social status.

You could solely focus on your law degree now. You were getting better grades because the financial stress had been lifted from your shoulders, your mind wasn’t wandering elsewhere during lectures, trying to think of ways of how to ration your pay for the week.

There was no other possible choice for you but to take Sanzu’s offer. If you were going to take the easy way out of your financial stress, might as well do it with someone who splendidly paid you, not only with money but with gifts and mind blowing sex.

You stared at the man sitting across you, as the waiter poured Moët & Chandon MCIII into two flute glasses, the translucent yellow liquid neatly sloshing around the glass. You admired Sanzu’s features as he mindlessly tapped at his phone—work related, he said—his expression unchanging as his thumbs swiftly typed something.

It has come to your attention that you never really knew what Sanzu did for work, every time you asked him, he would just brush it off and say something along the lines of ‘just business related stuff’ and you believed him, you didn’t want to push his boundaries further but you wished he was as open to you as you were with him.

Sanzu was very secretive about his phone calls too; one time, you had seen his phone ringing on his night stand while he was in the bathroom. You were about to grab his phone and take it to him, that was until he came out of the bathroom and saw you reaching for it, he practically lunged for his phone and answered it straight away while walking out of his bedroom.

The only thing you heard from Sanzu as he answered the phone was, “Yes, boss?”. You knew this ‘boss’ was called Mikey since you had seen the caller ID while reaching for his phone. It seemed like Sanzu was working for someone in a higher position than him despite having immense wealth. Who was this Mikey, anyway?

There would also be times whenever you slept over at his penthouse, Sanzu would just disappear during ungodly hours of the morning, sometimes it would stir you awake because he always reached for his nightstand drawer—that was always locked—before he left and sometimes it would make a loud creaking sound whenever he opened it. He always tucked the item he took out from that specific drawer into his pocket.

You never knew what he took out or what other contents that drawer housed because it needed a key to be opened, a key that Sanzu always took with him. You assumed it was something heavy as he had dropped it on the rug one time, causing him to curse under his breath.

There were times where you slept alone in his bed waiting for him to come home during the night but he would never arrive, instead, he would arrive sometime in the morning, very exhausted and looked like he needed a week of sleep.

Was he being overworked? You hoped not.

You knew this relationship between you and Sanzu was just contractual and not built on any feelings but you couldn’t help feeling sorry for the man. Sometimes, when it was his day off and he wasn’t leaving during ungodly hours of the morning, you would catch him smoking out on his balcony instead, which overlooked the city down below. Sanzu would just stare off into the horizon, letting the tobacco completely fill his lungs.

He always looked so… empty.

“I have something for you later, back at home. If that's fine with you?” You were pulled from your trance by Sanzu’s voice. He tucked his phone in his blazer and gave you an expectant look. You nodded your head, “Fine by me, you don’t even have to ask.”

Sanzu was always like this, he always spoiled you. He was so unpredictable, in a good way. He always got you what you wanted and sometimes he would even go out of his way to personally pick and buy whatever he thought would suit you. This man spent money on you left and right without a care in the world, sometimes you would wake up with a big bouquet of roses that scented his entire penthouse because he ‘ felt like buying you one’ as per his words.

During the times you stayed at your dorm for the night, there would be a delivery next morning of whatever item Sanzu decided to swipe his card on, whether it be designer shoes from the most recent collection, overly priced flowers, or clothes that only catered to you, the only thing consistent was that it was expensive, it was always expensive.

You never even asked for most of the gifts he gave you but nonetheless, you were thankful for them. Although, it did overwhelm you sometimes with how much he was spending on you. One time you asked him, “What if you run out of money?” and Sanzu merely laughed at your question but answered, “Baby, I will never lose money. I can guarantee you that.” There was something odd about his tone when he said that but you brushed it off.

Back at his penthouse, you waltzed toward his couch and practically threw yourself on it while Sanzu wandered off to get the item he had recently bought you. 

You still couldn’t believe that he had offered you to stay with him in this penthouse for free but you had to politely decline his offer since you still liked the idea of having your own space, plus, you didn’t even know when this whole thing was going to end, so it was better to be ready with a place to fall back to.

The first time you saw his penthouse, your mind was blown. The interior design screamed modern and luxurious, every corner you turned had your jaw dropping. There was a massive crystal chandelier that hung right at the centre of his living room, the walls were mainly floor-to-ceiling glass which allowed you to see breathtaking panoramic views of the city, it was truly beautiful during sunrise and sunset. The way the warm hues of the sun engulfed the whole space was just phenomenal.

His bedroom was grand and also consisted of these floor-to-ceiling glass, to which sometimes he liked to fuck you against, giving you a view of the bustling streets below as he pounded into you.

“Here.” Sanzu thrusted a rather large brown paper bag into your face, his aquamarine eyes gleaming with pure excitement. You sat up from his couch and took the paper bag, Christian Louboutin it read, written in white font.

He can’t be serious, you thought.

He sat next to you as you pulled out an equally coloured shoe box, which also had the same writing as the bag. “Sanzu…” you gasped, giving him a look of disbelief but he only silently urged you on to open the box.

After several layers of white tissue paper, you were met with a vibrant red shoe bag that had the same writing as the paper bag and the shoe box. As you removed the shoe bag, you were met with the most breathtaking pair of shoes you’ve ever seen.

They were black 130mm heeled platforms, donning its signature red bottom and consisted of a strap that would encase the ankle. The pumps were shiny underneath the chandelier light, causing you to gape at it with a curious gaze as you picked up one shoe. It was your very first pair of Louboutins and you were beyond ecstatic.

With Sanzu’s help, you managed to step into the heels. It was very comfortable despite its daunting heel size; you walked back and forth in his living room, strutting about and trying to get comfortable with the new pumps, the red bottoms loudly clicking against the tiled floors.

With a huge smile plastered on your face, you stopped in front of Sanzu, “Oh my goodness, I am over the moon right now.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face in his chest and inhaling his musky cologne. Sanzu stroked your hair, chuckling, “Anything for my baby. You always look so pretty in the things I buy you.”

“Now, how about I reward you for being so good today?” His hand stopped right at your nape and snaked around to the front of your neck, slightly pushing you away and leaning down to give you a passionate kiss, which you didn’t hesitate to return.

This time, his kisses were soft and sensual, like he wanted to savour every single moment with your lips on his but there was a slight desperation in them. You didn’t miss the way Sanzu’s fingers ever so slightly tightened around your neck and the way he leaned forward to try and deepen the kiss.

He didn’t spend much time with your lips and started trailing light but eager kisses down the side of your neck, earning a slight whimper from you as he bit down on a particular spot. Your hands clung to his navy blue blazer, wrinkling the expensive fabric with how much he abused your neck with his mouth.

You were already a whimpering mess and Sanzu hasn’t even done anything to you, yet. He loved how responsive you were under his touches, how the slightest touch he gave elicited the prettiest sounds from you. Such a good girl for him, that’s why he loved spoiling you.

“Wait for me on the bed, princess. You know what to do, everything off except those fuckin’ heels.” Sanzu broke the kiss and gave your forehead a soft peck, ushering you to his bedroom.

You nodded and wordlessly made your way to his room, platform heels loudly making contact with the tiled floor. Every step you took had your heart racing faster with excitement, you knew you were in for a long night and Sanzu wasn’t the one to hold back, especially if you’ve been such a good girl for him,

Before getting on Sanzu’s bed and waiting for him there, you had obeyed his instructions and stripped down every single article of clothing that covered your body, except your new Louboutins. You patiently sat on the edge of the bed, slightly shivering at the contrast of the cool air against your exposed skin, causing goosebumps and your nipples to immediately harden.

If you were being honest, you were already wet. You knew Sanzu didn’t have to do much since you were already turned on from the head you gave him in his car earlier. The way he turned into a whimpering mess despite being so domineering did things to you, it always did and you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together at the thought of him.

Sanzu came in a few seconds later, one hand holding his unfastened tie and the other holding handcuffs which mischievously glimmered under the hallway light, “Good girl. Now lie back on the pillows for me, baby.” He gave you a smug smile, his long legs striding towards the bed.

He encased one wrist with a cuff, the audible click of it letting you know that there was no getting away from him now; Sanzu looped the chain that held the cuffs together around the back of a metal bar on his headboard and cuffed your other wrist, both hands now firmly situated above your head. You slightly tugged at the cuffs, it was cold against your skin but you liked it.

Sanzu also brought the black tie up to your eyes, completely obstructing your view from anything, he firmly tied a knot behind your head and gave you a peck on the lips.

With your vision obstructed and your hands bound, you could only rely on your hearing. This made everything much more exciting, the thrill of not being able to see what he was going to do next nor not being able to touch him.

You could hear the rustling of sheets and suddenly, Sanzu wasn’t on the bed with you anymore, you couldn’t feel his weight on the bed. You assumed he was undressing himself as you heard the loud clang of the metal buckle on his belt meet the floor, along with the rustling of fabric.

The bed dipped under Sanzu’s weight as he positioned himself near your feet, he grabbed your ankles and brought them closer to you, effectively bending your knees toward the ceiling. He crawled closer to your anticipating body, watching the way your chest heaved with desperation and mouth slightly parted, smirking at the way your Louboutins dug into the mattress.

He spread your legs apart and started kissing down your inner thighs, alternating between each leg, earning a small moan of surprise from you. Sanzu stopped at a spot dangerously near the apex of your legs, biting and sucking at the supple flesh, causing you to whine and instinctively tug at the metal cuffs around your wrist.

“You’re already so wet for me… have I been neglecting my baby?” He cooed into your wet folds, lips ghosting over them to tease you. Fuck, your scent drove Sanzu crazy, he didn’t even know if he was even going to last but he wanted this to be about you and you, only. He didn’t care about putting his needs last, he wanted you to cum around him, and as many times as you could.

You let out a sigh of content as Sanzu flattened his tongue and licked a long stripe up your wet cunt, revelling at the way you tasted against him. He watched as you desperately yanked your wrists, making a loud clanking noise as he wrapped his mouth around your cunt, noisily sucking like his life depended on it.

Small whines escaped past your lips at Sanzu’s ministrations but soon turned into a loud moan as he shoved his stiff tongue inside, exploring every single space of your wet heat. His tongue moved in you at such speed that caused you to instinctively close your legs with the pleasure being too much to handle but Sanzu pinned both your knees sideways on the bed, his firm grip letting you know that he wasn’t going to let you close your legs.

“You can’t be doing that, baby. When I’m giving you a reward, you’ll have to take all of it.”

That’s right. Sanzu didn’t only spoil you by buying you expensive luxury items, no, he spoiled you in many different ways, and just like how you kindly accepted the things he bought you, you had to do the same thing with what he was giving you right now. Denying his mouth was equivalent to denying everything he had bought you.

Sanzu alternated between licking and sucking at your clit without faltering, causing you to near your orgasm. He looked up at you from his long prominent lashes and observed the way your stomach was clenching and back arching with pleasure, how you constantly pulled at the cuffs on your wrist hard enough to leave red marks, the way your lips were parted slightly and letting out shallow high pitched whines along with his name.

“Aah! Fuck, Sanzu! I’m going to cum.” Your hips desperately bucked up against his mouth as you came on it, head thrown back against his pillows as you cried out Sanzu’s name in a loud moan, it was music to his ears.

Sanzu lapped up your cum, sloppily licking at your cunt, causing your legs to shake at the overstimulation. If he wasn’t pinning your legs down, you would have tried to close your them already. He gave your cunt one last peck before finally leaving it alone.

You panted against his mattress, legs jelly and mind hazy from just being eaten out, your arms were also burning at the uncomfortable position but you knew Sanzu was nowhere near done.

The night just had begun, and like he wrote in that piece of paper when you first met him, he’s just getting started.

He got on his knees and gave his hard cock a few strokes, groaning at the pleasure. Sanzu placed both your legs over his shoulders and grabbed the base of his cock, teasing the tip of it with your cunt, slowly rubbing up and down your wet folds but never actually putting it in.

“Sanzu, please…” you whimpered, biting your bottom lip. He was so close but not exactly where you needed him to be.

It was truly a sight to see. Your hands bound above your head with handcuffs, your vision obstructed with his tie, your legs resting on top of his shoulders, and your newly bought Louboutins just behind his head.

Wasting no time, Sanzu slowly pushed his tip into your wet heat, already groaning at your tightness but before he could push any further, his phone loudly rang which caused both of you to jump at the sound. “Fucking hell.” Sanzu scoffed, slipping out of you and placing your legs back down to grab his phone from the pile of clothes.

“Sanzuuu, I’m sure they can wait. Please, just fuck me.” You whined, craning your neck as you felt him getting off the bed but he ignored your desperate pleas and answered his phone, “What the fuck do you want, Haitani?” He spat, hastily making his way back to you and placing your legs up on his shoulders again.

Was he seriously about to fuck you while on call? Who was that, anyway?

Sanzu kissed the inner side of your knee before slowly pushing all the way in, letting out a hot gasp and throwing his head back at the way your hot cunt desperately sucked him in, “Ah, fuck! You’re taking me so well, baby.” He praised you, on hand settling on your hip and the other holding his phone against his ears.

“Are you seriously fucking someone right now? Sanzu–” “You’re the one who called me during a very important moment, Ran. Now, what do you want?” You heard Sanzu reply to whoever was on the call, his voice clearly strained.

“Getting your dick wet isn’t important! I was just about to ask you if you wanted to come with Rindou and I.” Ran huffed, Sanzu could tell the older man was rolling his eyes at him.

Sanzu picked up his pace, the way his balls loudly slapped against your ass could surely be heard by Ran. “Ngh—ah! Sanzu!” a loud moan escaped your lips, causing you to quickly bite down at your bottom lip, embarrassment filling you as the male on the other side of the call most likely heard your shameless moan.

“Why would I want to—ah! Fuck! Why would I want to go with you two—ngh!” He shamelessly moaned into his phone, not giving a single fuck if Ran was disgusted or not, he should be thankful he even picked up the call.

Sanzu saw the way you were biting your lip so hard that it was sure to draw blood soon, he didn’t like you concealing your moans so he leaned forward and the hand that was previously on your hip was now situated on the mattress, beside your chest. This position allowed him to get deeper strokes into you, earning a loud cry of his name from you.

He was so deep and deliciously hit your g spot over and over again that you couldn’t help but let out a chain of loud moans, at this point you didn’t even think about the person on Sanzu’s phone, he was giving it to you so good that you had to let him know. The metal cuffs clinked against his headboard as you tried to desperately reach for something to keep you grounded with the immense pleasure you felt.

It also didn’t help with how your vision was obstructed, resulting in your other senses to become heightened, you could feel pleasure at a much higher level.

Ran was saying something to Sanzu but he was too lost in pleasure to even comprehend what the fuck he was talking about. His head was spinning from pleasure, god, you were taking him so well. “Mhm. You know what—ah! I don’t—oh fuck, Princess! I don’t even fucking care at this point, I’m hanging up.” Sanzu threw his head back in pleasure as he chucked his phone somewhere in the sheets but forgetting to actually end the call.

He couldn’t care less. He wanted your cum around his dick.

With the distraction at bay, Sanzu focused on you. Leaning down to suck on your breasts and neck as you panted below him, “Are you close, baby?” he gritted against your neck, jaw tightening at how tight you were around him. You frantically nodded, face contorted with pleasure and lips parted, letting out desperate high pitched whines, “I—ngh! I’m going to cum, Sanzu!” you cried out.

Sanzu leaned closer to your ear, “Fuck, that’s it, princess. Cum around my cock like the good girl you are.” he panted, his hot breath fanning against the side of your neck.

You arched your back in pleasure, chest pushing up against Sanzu’s as you moaned his name, followed by a string of profanities. Sanzu’s hips didn’t falter one bit, despite how tight you became as you clenched around him, he whispered sweet nothings into your ear and how much of a good girl you were for him as he rode out your orgasm.

“Ngh—ah! I’m so close.” Sanzu whined as he quickly pulled his cock out of you, desperately pumping it with his hand. He bucked his hips up at his hand and threw his head back with a loud groan as he cummed on your chest, his hands not slowing down to milk his cock down to every last drop.

You moaned at the sensation of his hot cum landing on you, arching your back to push your chest further toward him. Sanzu panted above you, seeing the way your body was decorated with his semen.

“We’re not done yet, baby.” he chuckled.

Before he could do anything, he heard his phone beep, like someone had just ended the call. Sanzu was surprised that Ran actually stayed that long in the call, he thought Ran would’ve ended it by the time he threw the phone elsewhere.

Sanzu was true to his words. He was not done with you until you were all spent and begging for him to stop, safe to say that you weren’t going to be walking properly anytime soon and that was fine by you, it was a Friday night anyway.

You lazily lounged on Sanzu’s couch, eating and mindlessly watching whatever programme was on the TV. You were currently waiting for Sanzu to get home, apparently he got called in for work even though it was a Sunday, but oh well. He also told you not to stay up too late and try wait for him but you were stubborn.

It was late in the evening and the programme that was on was the news channel, but you didn’t pay much attention to it and savoured the way your food tasted against your tongue. You could feel your eyes getting droopy by the minute but fought the urge to let sleep take over you.

“In tonight’s news, we now focus on the country’s most notorious crime syndicate, Bonten, as they continue to pose danger to the public… the people shown in this video clip are it’s executives and members…”

Instinctively, you looked up from your snack and towards the TV to see the footage of a white haired man walking and his back towards the camera. A particular design caught you off guard, it was the tattoo on the man’s nape that made you think for a while. His tattoo was of a hanafuda card that symbolised the full moon.

Have I seen that before? You thought.

You shook your head at the silly thought, how have you seen that tattoo before when the news reporter literally mentioned that it originated from the country’s most notorious crime syndicate. Surely if you were to come across a member of that crime syndicate, you probably wouldn’t even make it alive.

Trying to take your mind off the news, you switched the channel to a random one which happened to be a food channel, you could work with that. Your attention shifted over to the door, hearing it close and someone shuffling around.

Sanzu.

The man walked through the hallway, hanging his blazer on the coat rack and rolling his polo sleeves up, “Baby, what are you still doing up?” Sanzu sighed as he waltzed over to you, hands wide open to pull you into a hug. “I wanted to wait for you…” you mumbled into his stomach, the smooth material of his tuxedo vest rubbing against your face.

He rubbed your cheeks and smiled down at you, his eyes filled with genuineness, “I’ll just wash up real quick, okay?” You nodded and Sanzu gave you a soft peck on the forehead before heading for his bedroom.

You looked over his shoulder and trailed his figure that slowly disappeared into the hallway leading to his room, letting out a sigh you’ve been holding as you could feel your heart racing faster.

There were two things that stood out to you despite his dimly lit penthouse, the first one was the hanafuda card tattoo on his left forearm and the other was the ever so slightly spots of red on his sleeves but maybe your eyes played tricks on you for that one but you surely saw his tattooed left arm.

Your mind was quick to wander elsewhere, you didn’t know what to make of it. Maybe you were just overthinking it, maybe he just coincidentally got the same tattoo as the country’s most feared syndicate, surely, right?

Besides, the odds of becoming face to face with an executive of Bonten were practically zero to none. You lived a quiet life so there was no reason for you to even encounter a member, that’s right, your life was nothing but monotonous… until you met Sanzu.

Come to think of it, Sanzu never even told you where he worked or who he worked for. All you knew is that he was a busy man but still made time for you but this piece of missing information was enough to speculate. You knew it was wrong to accuse someone without hard, concrete evidence; innocent until proven guilty, your law professors taught you that.

But something inside you screamed to know the truth, you didn’t know how you’ll gain the information, surely not by walking up to him and going, “Hey, are you part of that crime syndicate called Bonten?”

Just then, a name suddenly popped up in your head. Sanzu mentioned a name two days ago during a call.

Haitani.

That name rang a bell to you but where have you heard it before? It took you a few minutes to ponder over the somewhat familiar name but it finally clicked. Haitani, that was the name you’ve heard a lot back when you were still working at the club in Roppongi. The club they owned. You didn’t know much about the name’s origin but you knew there were two of them and they basically ruled that district. Gang members.

It dawned upon you that Sanzu once mentioned that he knew the owner of the club when you first met him. It made sense. The dots all connected to one another but what were you exactly going to do?

You quickly turned the TV off and made your way to Sanzu’s bedroom, the shower was still running which indicated he was nowhere near being done. You walked into his room, your eyes immediately catching his unlocked drawer slightly ajar, the drawer that he always locked without fail, the one he always opened before he left early in the mornings.

Shallow breaths slipped past your lips as you nervously made your way toward it, taking cautious steps like something would jump out at you at any minute. Your hands nervously reached for the handle and pulled it, the loud creaking sound making you jolt.

A gun. All in its glory, lying right in the middle of the drawer and nothing else. The metal barrel shone under the bright lights of Sanzu’s bedroom, as if it was taunting you.

You took a few steps back, eyes widening at the dangerous weapon before your eyes. So many questions ran through your head and it also didn’t help the way your heart was beating faster than ever.

Your head snapped toward the bathroom door as Sanzu stepped out, damp rosy pink hair, exposed chest and grey sweatpants sitting dangerously low around his waist. His eyes darted between the unreadable expression in your face and the opened drawer, tilting his head slightly to the side, he looked at you with a weird glint in his eyes,

“Baby, has no one ever taught you not to go through things that aren’t yours?” His voice laced with venom as he took long strides towards you, his slender fingers making its way to your chin to firmly hold it in place.

Avoiding his eye contact, you muttered a small apology, closing your eyes which only made Sanzu smirk, “Guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson, huh?” Before you could say anything, he closed the gap between your lips, his other hand silently reaching for the 9mm in the drawer and placed it in his pocket. It wasn’t loaded, Sanzu knew better than to load his gun with bullets with you around his penthouse.

He backed you into the floor-to-ceiling glass before deepening the kiss; his kisses were rough and needy, the way his lips hungrily moved against yours told you that he was desperate. You didn’t hesitate to return his kiss in the same manner, your mind slowly forgetting about this whole thing but it was still there, in the back of your head, waiting to be unravelled.

Sanzu’s hand snaked inside your pants, giving tight circles around your clothed clit, causing you to moan into his mouth. He didn’t have to do much to get you dripping, after all, his light kisses and fingers were enough to have you begging on your knees for him. That was the effect he had on you, he was like drugs and you needed a dose of him everyday.

“You better be all ears for me, baby. I’m only teaching you this lesson once.”

In no time, you were out of your shirt as he turned your body around and pressed your exposed front against the cold surface of the glass, your breath immediately fogging it up. Sanzu trailed kisses down your nape and sucked at a spot on your back, earning a small moan from you. His hands wandered to your chest, each roughly massaging a breast, pulling and groping it.

“Mhm… Sanzu, please.”

Sanzu wasted no time to pull your pants down, slightly shivering at the sudden cool air that hit your exposed legs; he swiftly pulled his stiff cock out of his sweatpants and teased your wet folds through your panties. Your nails scraped against the smooth glass as Sanzu continued with his teasing, tears almost forming in your eyes at how turned on you were.

But he was just as horny as you, so he pushed your panties aside and slid his cock in, bottoming out in one go. You threw your head back against his shoulders, your hands balling into fists against the fogged up glass, “Hah, Sanzu!”

“Such a slut for me, aren’t you?” Sanzu chuckled, pulling out his unloaded 9mm and firmly pressing it against your neck, your walls tightly clenched around his dick at the cool sensation of the barrel against your skin, Sanzu also noticed this and from there on, he saw red.

He picked up his pace, hips roughly fucking up into you at the fastest pace he could possibly attain, “You like it when I use my gun on you? You like the thrill of that? What a fucking slut.” Sanzu whispered into your hair, teeth gritting at the way your walls deliciously hugged his cock, you were so tight that he literally had to let his mind wander somewhere else so he wouldn’t cum right then and there.

You could only moan at his questions, your breasts tightly pressing against the glass surface as your back arched due to Sanzu’s merciless hips. Nothing else was on your mind now, just his cock and the way he was hitting your g-spot with every single thrust of his hips.

His gun made its way to your lips, “Suck on it.” He demanded and you didn’t hesitate to open your mouth and place your lips around the tip of his gun, tongue swirling and sucking on it like it was Sanzu’s dick.

Sanzu cursed against your neck as he heard the wet squelches of your mouth working against his gun, the way your head desperately leaned into the 9mm as if you wanted more, the way you moaned around it the same way you would with his dick. His grip on the weapon tightened, fuck, you were so filthy.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as Sanzu hooked his free hand on the back of your knee and brought it up against the glass, he was much deeper this time and it turned you into nothing but a teary moaning mess around his 9mm. You were so close to cumming.

High pitched whines escaped your lips every time his crotch slapped against your ass, there wasn’t anything you could do but fist your hands into the glass and moan against the weapon that he held up your lips.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum! Cum with me, princess…” Sanzu groaned, inhaling the scent of your hair as he sealed his eyes shut at the immense pleasure. He pushed his gun further into your mouth as you reached your orgasm, causing you to moan loudly and tightly clench around his dick, your legs shaking and nails scraping against the glass surface at the intense sensation you felt.

Sanzu stilled his hips as he came and roughly pushed his dick inside you, causing you tiptoe a bit. He moaned against your back, the grip around your knee tightening, a string of profanities slipped past his lips as you rode out his orgasm by clenching around him.

That night, Sanzu came clean to you. He was indeed part of Bonten and even had a high position as the second-in-command. He told you how you were free to terminate the contract between the two of you because he would understand the fear it instilled within you but he did let you know that he would make sure no harm would come your way, if you decided to stay.

It was pretty self explanatory about why he kept you in the dark about the truth about his job, but he also told you how you helped him take his mind off all the fucked up things he has done. That’s why he had no problem giving and spending large amounts of money on you, after all, it was just dirty money anyway. He figured he could at least put it to good use.

Sanzu has also opened up about how he had practically stopped popping pills left and right ever since he became your sugar daddy, it was a very different world with you, he felt emotions he’s never felt before and feelings he’s never had before.

The world with Bonten often left him feeling empty, a void where his heart should be that he filled by abusing drugs just to get a quick high to try and forget about the horrors of what he has done to innocent people.

You always thought that Sanzu being your sugar daddy only benefited you, but little did you know it actually benefited him more than you could imagine. You needed his money and he needed your company, you needed each other to get through life.

He asked you that night if you were still going to stay with him despite his criminal status.

If playing with fire was your only ticket to living the lavish lifestyle, then you wouldn’t hesitate dancing with the devil in disguise, also known as Haruchiyo Sanzu, Bonten’s second-in-command.

© mitsuyeaah

[thehealthyfearofeverything]

The Kitchen Sink

SYNOPSIS;  “This event was like any other school-sanctioned dance, except sometimes a camera would be shoved into your face.”

Or

You get stuck in a Joker attack.

Chapter Two || Fear Never Fixed Anything.

Warnings: depression, violence, panic attacks. 

It was a charity event, a city-wide raffle for the underfunded schools in Gotham. Three schools were chosen to attend a gala funded by some wealthy families that wanted good publicity. And your small, overcrowded, underfunded school was selected. It was hard to believe.

Yet here you were.

“I’d bet the air smells fresher.” Anessa, or Nettie as she insisted on being called nowadays said. Jamie nodded in agreement bouncing along beside you.

“Like roses and whatever the opposite of blood is.” He added the smile and excitement clear in his voice. Then he paused and gave you a questioning look.

“Does blood have an opposite?” He asked as if you had all the answers to all of his questions. It was a given, over the years you had earned the reputation of being a know-it-all. Still despite the stupid question, you took the time to humor him.

“I don’t know,” you said after a second.

Nettie and Jamie grew up together.

Nettie is a pretty girl with white skin, blue eyes, and blond hair, she was born with albinism. She was wearing the standard school uniform, the white shirt, and khaki-colored skirt, her hair was tied back with a glossy black ribbon, and around her neck hanging limply against her chest were her glasses.

Jamie is high energy, with a bright smile, shining eyes with a face that refuses to let go of its baby fat, and he’s probably the shortest boy in the entire fourth grade. His hair was cut boyishly short, and there was a band-aid over the bridge of his nose. He too was wearing the standard white shirt and khaki-colored pants.  

“ Not bleedin’, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Nettie groaned, she pulled Jamie’s ear who in return pulled her hair. Despite walking faster to get to the yellow school bus, you couldn't stop the smile from forming. Tobey was waiting by the bus looking up at it as if it was some scientific marvel. 

You came to a stop beside the brown-haired boy. “ First time seeing a bus?”

Tobey changed too, he was taller, entering into that gangly limb phase that all adolescent boys seemed to undergo. His hair was longer and shaggier taking the shape of an indecisive mullet. He was wearing a Red Robin-themed bomber jacket over his white uniform shirt, and his pants were riddled with holes and rips. 

You hugged his arm leaning against him and basking in his warmth. Absentmindedly he patted your head. In the distance just a few feet behind you and Toby you could hear Nettie: “ This is why! This is why people think we're dumb!”

Tobey snorted. “Nope, first time seeing one in front of this shithole though.”

A TA hobbled out of the bus and announced that it was time to go.

“I call window seat!” Jamie yelled pushing past you and Tobey. you stumbled and Tobey caught you.

“As if! I'm the older sister so I should have the window seat.”

Jamie blew a raspberry as Nettie bounded after him. You sighed, Tobey sighed too. Huffing you got on the bus with Tobey trailing after you. Technically you were the older sister, but you’ll let Nettie have this. Tobey let you have the window seat, before sliding into the seat next to you.

Jamie and Nettie stood in the aisle engaged in a quick game of rock–paper–scissors for the window seat. 

Nettie won.

“ You know if you're going to sit by the window you should wear sunscreen,” Tobey said as he peered over the seat to stare down at Nettie. 

“I have some in my bag,”

“ Hey Birdie, your mom is a chaperone right?” Jamie asked. 

“Yeah, why?”

“ I didn’t see her.”

“She’s probably on another bus, the younger kids need more attention than we do.”

You stood in a gymnasium. The floor was varnished wood, with circles and stripes painted on it, for the games that were played there. The hoops for the basketball nets were still in place, but the nets themselves were gone. A balcony ran around the room, for spectators, and lingering faintly like an afterimage was the pungent scent of sweat and the sweet tang of bubblegum.

You tugged at the band around your wrist, it was a safety procedure, something to note that you were a student and what school you attended. A group of parents gathered in the back, some had the care to weave through the crowds of students and be chaperones, others sat at tables saving them for their kids.  

You sat at a table, picking lamely at the white tablecloth. The music was thumping from speakers, a live band was stationed in front and a guy with a camera made his rounds around the gym stopping to talk with a few students and parents.

“ Not having fun baby?” Mama asked as she pulled a chair to sit next to you. She looked sweaty and out of breath, Jamie and Nettie had pulled her onto the dance floor, and their dancing consisted mostly of jumping and spinning. You were out of breath just looking at them.

“Not really, I was expecting something more… Fancy.” shrugging you leaned back in the chair, and looked up at the domed ceiling of the gym. This event was like any other school-sanctioned dance, except sometimes a camera would be shoved into your face. 

Over the music, you could barely make out the hum Mama let out.

“I know Birdie, but don’t let failed expectations stop you from having fun.” Mama pulled you into a side hug and then placed a gentle kiss on your head.

“ Okay mama, I'll go find Tobey.”

You got up from the table and made your way into the crowd. 

The speakers had too much bass; just pounding, pounding, and pounding, your head along with it. Children screeched, somewhere air horns blew, but the bass of the speaker drove them all. The noise echoed off the rafters. The parents and children ate, drank, and shouted at each other. You avoided Jamie and Nettie because you didn’t want to be pulled into the chaotic movement they called dancing.

Eventually, you spotted Tobey near the snack table, he looked out of it.

“ Are you okay?” You asked, almost yelling over the music. His bomber jacket was tied around his waist, he was slumped against the wall breathing heavily, his body sweaty. 

“Just hot,” he muttered. It was warm in the gym, most of the heat came from off the bodies of the students, jammed in so thick along the edges that every person who tried to move poked their neighbor in the ribs. The place was almost to full capacity, it was stupid to invite the entire student body of three different schools. But the majority of the children were having fun and this was a publicity stunt.

“Okay umm…” You trailed off eyes darting around the room, the exit was being guarded by two men dressed in all black. Security you guess. “Let's go outside for a bit, standing in the hallway should help you feel better.” 

Grabbing his hand you pulled him to the double doors.

“Excuse me, my friend isn’t feeling well. Can we step out for a bit?” You asked, the man on the right didn’t even look at you.

“Can’t, no one leaves until the party’s over.” The man on the left said. 

“Can we just stand in the hallway? Just for a bit?” You pleaded. Lefty shook his head.

“No can do girlie,” Lefty said, then he smiled as if someone just told him a joke.

“Boss’s orders.” Lefty grinned as he shooed you off. 

You opened your mouth, something crude sitting on the tip of your tongue. Tobey pulled you away, his sweaty hand holding onto your arm. 

“Shit, your nose,” You cursed, pulling Tobey towards the bathrooms.

“ What’s the matter with him?” Nettie asked a thin sheen of sweat coated her skin. Jamie bounded up beside her a cup of watery punch in his hand. 

“ He has a nosebleed and the fuckfaces over there won't let us out!” You yelled over the music, gesturing vaguely to the two men by the doors. Nettie hummed and looked at the men, she was fanning herself with her hand. Jamie frowned.

“Yeah, I heard a couple of people complain about that too, apparently it's for security,” Jamie said, taking a seat by Tobey, handing him more of the fancy cloth napkins. Nettie scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“ That’s fucking stupid! This is like a medical emergency!” Nettie’s brows furrowed further. Jamie nodded in agreement, you only hummed; eyes drawn to the balcony. There was someone up there, moving in the darkness.

“I’m going to go find the owners or something, Jamie, you go to Miss Rosetta. Birdie can stay here with Tobey.” With that Nettie stormed off and Jamie dashed to the tables. Under all of the thumping of the music, dread began to build in your gut. You sank to the floor right beside Tobey, Your heart pounded, and your chest felt tight. Grabbing his hand you traced circles on the back of his hand.

“It’s going to be okay? We're going to get out of here.” You said it more to yourself than to Tobey, still the brunette nodded.

“I just need some fresh air.” His voice was muffled, almost lost in the music, but you heard him. 

“ I know.” You said the words lost to the current of the music.

You saw Jamie pull Mama through the sea of students, her face painted with concern and motherly fury. Faintly you could hear Jamie yell; “ I Found her!”

He sounded so distant but he was so close, Mama was there too right behind him trying to get past the dancing children. 

The lights went out first, then the music.

Children were screaming, and of course, they were, what child wouldn’t scream when suddenly doused in darkness? You held onto Tobey hugging him close to your chest as you curled into him. 

The strobe light came on; all flashing green lights that took snapshots of children and their parents running to the doors. You saw Mama and Jamie being swept away in the stampede, you heard the speakers come to life and the manic cackle of the Joker.

Tobey squeezed you tighter, his body trembling. This would be the second time of him going through this. He lost his mother to a Joker attack.

Shit!

Shit!

Shit!

You were no hero, you were just a depressed transmigrator, a bystander. You weren't witty enough to draw attention to be a distraction, and you sure as hell weren't brave enough either. But you didn’t want to die, not this yet at least. You liked the life you were living, you were happy, and content. And you wanted it to last a little bit longer. 

There was nothing you could do. You were a fourth grader, small and poor, just another girl who had the misfortune to be born in the narrows. You figured that sooner or later you’d be just another casualty, reduced to a number. 

Men in green suits and clown makeup tore Tobey away from you.

You struggled, kicking and screaming, as you clawed at the hands holding you.

“No! No! Let me go!” 

The man was saying something, his voice gruff. You’re slapped across the face so hard it makes you dizzy, his cackle sounding a lot more distant than it was in your dizziness.

Your body went slack, the hammering of your heart consuming your hearing.

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billy hargrove x f!reader

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summary: being tommy hagan’s sister had it’s perks, but when the new kid from California catches your attention, it seems like more of a curse than a good thing

warnings: 18+ minors dni, Steve x Reader, underage drinking, partying, smut, p in v, angst, Billy is a mystery, Steve/Nancy, slow burn, forbidden romance

Being Tommy Hagan’s sister had its advantages. Your freshman year of high school, you had a guaranteed spot with the cool kids and an invite to every party. Tommy wasn’t protective by any means. You two were buddies, you and Carol were buddies and of course, you and Steve Harrington were buddies. Freshman year was a blur, until Nancy ripped Steve away from the group. Still, the three of you were determined to keep the good times rolling. Sure, you spent every single Saturday, Sunday and Monday hungover but it was worth it. You think.

Maybe you didn’t remember the parties very well but hell, you knew you’d had fun. Plus, you were lucky enough to lose your virginity to the King on your fifteenth birthday and even if he pretended you didn’t exist once he started dating Nancy, it was worth it. Okay, so you weren’t totally over Steve but you were coping just fine. Carol didn’t let you mope for long. There were too many parties to go to.

Then one day, Steve Harrington is pushed to the very back door of your mind. Perched on your brother’s car, sharing a cigarette with him and his girlfriend, a pretty blue Camaro whips through the parking lot and slides into the parking spot across from you. A small, angry redhead bolts out, slamming the door and zips up to the middle school on a skateboard. Every head in the parking lot is turned to the muscle car and the gorgeous, denim-clad, mulleted blonde motherfucker. He takes your breath away. Takes Tommy and Carol’s breath away. The guys dripping in cool. Not another person like him has stepped foot in this midwestern hell hole. The three of you can’t wait to sink your claws in him. He flicks his cigarette away, a small hint of a smirk curling his lips and your eyes follow the Marlboro as it tumbles to the ground. The fucking guy didn’t even smoke half of it. The nicotine fiend in you is tempted to snatch it up, but that’s like, super uncool.

You watch as Tina and her girls eyes linger on the stranger, practically salivating at the way his ass looks in his jeans. It must take at least ten minutes for the fucker to pull his pants up.

“Who the hell is that?” Carol wonders aloud for the group.

“One bitchin’ dude,” Tommy scoffs, an impressed tilt to his voice.

;;;

Tommy moves fast. You know this. He had an easy way about him, friendly even though he was the biggest asshole you knew. That blue Camaro is parked on the curb in front of your house. Your parents are outside, doing the yard work necessary to prepare for the cold front sweeping in. Your whole life was spent in Hawkins so you know nothing else but god, do you yearn for year long summers.

You were eager to listen to the new record you’d just bought. A quick wave to your parents and you’re opening the front door, flooded with the sound of Metallica’s The Four Horsemen. Tommy’s pulled out his only metal album to impress the new kid. The feeling in your gut isn’t new. You used to get the same excited feeling whenever Steve was over. However, this was different because Steve knew you. He watched you grow up. You’d known him since you were little. This new guy hasn’t played Barbie’s with you from the age eight to twelve.

You take a deep breath before heading towards Tommy’s room, leaning against the doorframe. Tommy’s head banging obnoxiously, Carol is checking her nails looking bored and the blonde boy is nodding his head along to the bass line. He’s got a cigarette pinched to between his fingers and as he’s bringing the filter to his lips, he sees you.

He takes a drag, smirks and says, “Hey.”

You’ve never loved your brothers ability to make friends more.

“Hi,” you try to say in the coolest way you can.

Tommy pauses his thrashing and motions to you, “Oh, Billy! This is my sister.”

“Nice to meet you, Tommy’s sister,” he drawls.

You tell him your name, awkwardly lingering in the doorway before Carol’s tugging you inside.

“Whatcha got in the bag?” Billy asks, fingers pressing to the brown paper.

You swallow, “Uh, just a record.”

“Which one?”

You pull out the cellophane wrapped vinyl, displaying the copy of Out of the Cellar by Ratt you’d just excitedly purchased with your allowance.

“Oh, fuck yeah! Atta girl,” he cheers as he snatches it out of your hand.

The praise causes a flutter downstairs. Five minutes into meeting this fucking guy and you’re already a puddle. The excitement at impressing him is unmatched.

Billy shimmies around you, places a strong hand on your hip as he passes to stop the Metallica record and replace it with your new one. You plop down on the floor next to Carol, eyes drawing back up to Billy as he turns the volume up, cigarette hanging between his lips. He bobs his head, his earring dangling against his wispy curls and you don’t like feeling this arousal while in the same room as your brother and his girlfriend.

“Did you see Steve with the princess today? Ugh, gag me with a spoon,” Carol nudges your knee while mimics gagging herself.

Billy snorts, “What’s the deal with that guy? People kept telling me I was gonna be the new King, whatever the fuck that means.”

Tommy chimes in, “He used to be the King. We were good buddies until he started sticking his dick in the priss.”

“Steve’s nice,” you shrug. Only Carol knows what happened between the two of you and you’d sworn her to secrecy, too embarrassed to let your brother know you’d fallen for his best friend. She gives you a pointed look before rolling her eyes.

“He used to be cool, now he’s nice,” Tommy deflects, wiggling his fingers for emphasis. He pulls a beer of the sixer and tosses it to you, which you fumble to catch.

You tap your nail on the tap, trying your best to rid the memories of Steve kissing you late at night from your head. You know if you glance over to Billy, they’ll dissipate but then you’ll be imagining kissing him and you don’t want that either.

“So where’d you move from?” you ask, not looking up from the beer.

Billy sits next to you with the thud, his knee knocking yours which absolutely does not shoot heat to between your legs. He lifts his can to you, indicating he’d like to cheers you. Sometimes Tommy’s friends did things like this with you and while he wasn’t protective of you, he made you promise that friends were out of the question. You could not hook up with any of them. Acquaintances were fine and while Billy was only that right now, you know Tommy wanted to be good buddies with him so you were awaiting the conversation. You were getting ahead of yourself. A cheers does not mean Billy’s attracted to you.

“California,” he replies as you clink aluminum cans. “Much better than this shithole.”

“You’re telling me,” Carol whines, “I fucking hate this place.”

Billy drops his cigarette in the empty beer can sitting in the middle of the floor, apparently the designated ashtray. He leans his head back to look at you, “What’s there to do here?”

You feel shy under his gaze, almost choking on your swig of beer once your eyes meet his. You clear your throat and swallow hard, “Uh, parties, mostly. Hang out in the woods. Go to convenience stores.”

“Ah. I expected more hick shit. Ya know, tipping cows, shooting guns, kissing cousins,” Billy chuckles, biting his lip as his eyes dart between your brother and his girlfriend.

“Carol knows about kissing cousins,” Tommy sneers, throwing his girlfriend under the bus.

“Do you have to tell everyone?” she hurls a rolled up sock at him. She turns to Billy, “He’s exaggerating. We’re not even blood related.”

Billy laughs, a cackle that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You can’t help but giggle. You’d heard the story a million times. Carol was at a family reunion and didn’t even realize the guy was a distant cousin. However, shit, it’s a family reunion. Who’s trying to get their rocks off at a family reunion?

“You guys smoke grass?” Billy changes the subject and the three of you nod in unison. “Know where I can get some?”

“Eddie “The Freak” Munson,” Tommy tells him, “I think I have some, though. Hold you over in the meantime.” He gets up and sifts through his sock drawer, returning with a tied off ziploc bag to hand to Billy.

“And now,” Billy takes it and shoves it in his pocket, “We’re best buds.”

Tommy beams at the declaration. And with those words, Billy Hargrove has just become verboten. Damn it.

Tommy tells you as much when Billy leaves, rattling off about his dad being an asshole and he’s got to get home before he does.

“I saw those eyes,” Tommy raises a scolding finger at you, “Don’t even try it. He’s too cool.”

“Aw, Tommy,” Carol pouts, “Let her have some fun.”

“No,” you raise your hands defensively, “You didn’t see any eyes. I don’t even think he’s cute.”

Tommy scoffs, “Yeah, right. Even I think the guy is hot.”

Carol raises an eyebrow, “You going queer on me, big boy?”

“Me? Queer?” Tommy laughs, “Let me show you how untrue that is.”

“Okay, ew, I’m leaving,” you push yourself off the ground and run out of the room, closing the door behind you.

;;;

“Does Tina throw bitchin’ parties?” Billy asks you, taking a drag off his cigarette before passing it.

You take it and try to ignore the tingling feeling on your lips as you take a hit. You’re leaning against the trunk of his Camaro, Carol and Tommy are nearby but too busy making out to listen to the conversation.

“I guess?” you reply, “All the parties here kind of bleed together. They’re fun and all, just… the same thing.”

Billy looks over to your brother with his tongue down Carol’s throat, “They do that all the time, huh?”

“Yeah, you’ll get used to it,” you shrug.

“What about you?” he turns slightly towards you, “Why don’t you have a boyfriend?”

You can feel the way your cheeks redden, “I don’t know. No one’s really caught my attention, I guess.”

“Is he protective?”

You shake your head, “No, the opposite. Tommy doesn’t give a shit what I do. I just haven’t met anyone I like in that way.”

“Yeah,” Billy muses, “I know the feeling.”

That catches your attention. Every girl at Hawkin’s High is throwing themselves at him but not a single one special enough to tickle his fancy. You included.

“I’m young, anyways,” you deflect, “I have plenty of time to find the man of my dreams.”

“Oh, yeah?” Billy digs his canine into his lower lip, “What’s the motherfucker you’ve dreamed up like?”

You, you don’t say. “Oh, I don’t know!”

“You’ve thought about it. Is he nice, like King Steve?” Billy raises his eyebrows, “Is he a freak like Munson?”

No, he’s blonde with a mullet and pretty eyelashes.

“He hasn’t made himself known yet,” you urge, “Maybe he’s a millionaire, maybe he’s a rockstar.”

“You want Vince Neil?” he knocks he elbow into yours.

“I wouldn’t mind,” you shrug.

Billy cackles, “All you chicks are the same.”

You scoff, “Oh and guys aren’t? Like you’re not pining over Lita Ford.”

“Nah,” he laughs, “Not my thing.”

“What is your thing then?” you ask, eyes meeting briefly before you can’t handle the heat of them. Billy’s eyes are too pretty. The bluest you’ve ever seen.

“Someone real,” he says, sincerely and it tugs your heartstrings.

“Billy, the romantic,” you tease, shoving your hands in your pocket.

“Far from it, sweetheart,” he pats your shoulder before pushing himself off the bumper and heading into the building as the bell rings.

Sweetheart drips down your throat and curls around your heart.

;;;

It’s not much of a costume. It’s a short skirt, fishnets and a too tight top. You can say you’re Madonna but how many girls are going as Madonna. You just want to look hot. Want Billy to look at you like you’re more than Tommy’s little sister. Like you’re some video vixen and he just cannot keep his hands to himself. It’s a flourishing thought that you push deep down. Tommy can’t control you but you think of the conversation you’d hand the day before. Billy isn’t into you. He had the opportunity to say something and he didn’t. And one thing you’ve learned about boys your age is if they want it, they’ll make it known.

“Are you ready yet?” Carol’s asking as she peers into your bedroom. You scan her outfit up and down, you think maybe she’s channeling Madonna as well but you can’t pin exactly what she’s dressed as.

You wipe the corner of your mouth, fixing the smeared lipstick.

“Yeah, just about,” you mumble, reapplying your mascara.

“Billy’s meeting us there,” she sings, grinning wide at you in the mirror.

You roll your eyes, “Carol, he’s off limits and even if he wasn’t, I don’t like Billy like that.”

“Sure,” she purrs, slapping the doorframe, “Vamoose, pretty girl. I wanna get wasted.”

Tommy’s a bad driver. He was also drinking before he left so he’s even worse, by the time you get to the party you feel like you’ve already got the spins. You hold onto Carol’s wrist to ground yourself and Billy’s rushing up behind the two of you.

“Boo!” he shouts, pressing a hand to your lower back.

Carol shrieks but you’d seen him coming. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling the two of you two his chest. He reeks of whiskey and Marlboro Reds. Seems like Billy had a bit of pregaming himself.

“Hi, Billy,” the two of you sing in unison.

Tommy barrels around the car, running up from behind to jump onto Billy’s back which causes all of you to tumble to the ground. Carol screams, scolding Tommy about ruining her hair but you’re distracted by the laugh erupting from Billy, his lips so close to your ear you can feel his breath fanning against it. It makes you tingle all over and you desperately want to grab him and pull him closer, want to press your lips to his in a hungry kiss. Then it’s gone, he’s up from the ground with Tommy pulling him towards the keg and Carol’s reaching her hand down to you.

You stumble along with her and when you’re reaching the keg, Billy’s pumping it and filling cups for you and Carol.

“You’ve got to beat Steve’s record, Billy! Come on,” Tommy urges his friend, hands clasped tight around his shoulders.

You stand over by Carol and Tina, watching the way the brunette fucks Billy with her eyes. A pang of jealousy surges through your stomach but you chug from the red Solo cup to drown it out. You sway along with the Motley Crüe song, unable to stop your eyes from scanning the crowd for familiar chestnut hair and brown eyes. Carol must notice because she grabs your face and turns it to look at Billy. She wants you to get over Steve just as badly as you do. You notice Billy’s costume, you think he’s going for terminator but it’s laid back. An homage rather than a costume. His abs look nice, you imagine what they must feel like. Carol’s a good friend.

They lift Billy up, he bites around the tap and makes eye contact you for a brief second before beer is flooding into your mouth. He easily beats Steve’s record. Seems like he could’ve gone longer but the second he beats it, they’re pulling him down. He spits the foam out, beer dripping down his chin to his chest and it’s… a sight. They funnel inside but you stick by Carol.

“God, he’s so yummy,” Tina gushes, turning to you and Carol.

Carol agrees excitedly, winks at you and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Tina.

“What? Did you call dibs already?”

“God, no,” you say, a little too defensively. “I just have eyes and Carol wants to live vicariously through me. It’s not happening.”

“Well, I’m definitely not holding back,” Tina quips.

You imagine the two of you as cats, tails high and backs arched, ready to pounce.

“Go for it,” you shrug, holding your beer close to your chest.

You retreat first, heading inside in search of a better time. A spiked punch is in your future. It’s only slightly dampened when you see Nancy downing cup after cup in the kitchen, Steve upset and asking her to cool it. He doesn’t even notice your presence and that’s totally fine. You’re a fly on the wall like you usually are around him. Steve reaches for her cup again and they struggle for power until the force of their hands pulls the cup back and spills the sticky red punch all over her white sweater. Everyone reacts in shock and you have to still your mouth from the smile threatening against your lips as you quickly avert your attention.

When they flutter away, you copy Nancy. Downing as many cups as you can before you start to feel numb. Seeing Steve was a shock to your system. All prior feelings rush to the forefront of your brain and you want to find him, pull him into a empty bedroom and kiss him from head to toe. It’s a shame when you see him and Nancy lock themselves away in a bathroom. You linger, clutching your drink to your chest as you watch drunk teenagers dance the night away. Nancy doesn’t deserve Steve. He shouldn’t have to change to be with her. You liked Steve the way he was.

Steve opens the door and slams it behind him, he pushes passed out, shoulders colliding and when he turns to look at you, you notice tears in his eyes. The brunette is quick to swivel back around, stomping outside and you wonder what in the hell just happened in there. Half of you is tempted to follow him outside, offer comfort in whatever way you can but then you feel large, strong hands wrap around your waist. You tilt your head back to see Billy standing behind you with a drunk smile plastered on his face, his eyes are tinted red like he’s been smoking more than cigarettes.

He leans down, lips close to your ear so he can whisper, “Why are you hiding from us?”

“Hiding? I’m not hiding,” you argue, lifting your cup to explain further, “Where is everyone?”

“Backyard,” he smirks, releasing his grip and stumbling towards the sliding glass door.

He turns his head briefly to make sure you’re following him.

Tina’s backyard is trashed. You can’t imagine what the cleanup is going to be like tomorrow. As soon as you step out the door, Billy grabs your hips again and urges you to the left. You look down and see what looks like five smashed beer bottles, right outside the door. You mumble a thank you before wiggling out of his grip. The last thing you need is for Tommy to see it. The blonde guides you over to the group and you collapse down next to your brother and Carol.

“Steve and Nancy just got in a fight,” you tell them before bringing your cup to your lips.

Carol raises her eyebrows and leans closer, giving you a look you know all too well. You quickly shake your head, slouching your shoulders and trying to sink away from her gaze. Tommy lets out a cackle, leaning his body back with it.

“We heard, he threw punch on her?”

“Well, no, he didn’t throw it on her, it just spilled,” you explain, watching in your peripheral how Tina leans her body against Billy’s and whispers in his ear. Immediately, your stomach turns but you ignore it. There’s no way you could be jealous, you don’t even know the guy yet and you’re going to make sure you don’t stew on how attractive he is. You know how mad Tommy will be and besides, your brother isn’t exactly loyal to you. You imagine if you did make a move on Billy and he rejected you, Tommy wouldn’t stop hanging out with him. Or god forbid, he doesn’t reject you but instead breaks your heart and Tommy would still pick Billy’s side. You know this about your brother.

“But they went into the bathroom and I guess argued, because Steve came storming out and he looked like he was crying,” you continue, picking at a loose thread on your skirt.

Tommy snorts, “I knew they wouldn’t last long.”

Carol nods along with him, “She’s too prissy for Steve. I bet the argument was something stupid too.”

“Maybe,” you shrug, allowing yourself to turn slightly and just in time to catch Tina shoving her tongue down Billy’s throat. You’re quick to turn back to your brother and Carol.

“You guys wanna leave soon?” Carol asks, you know she’s trying to be casual but only asking to save you the displeasure of watching Billy and Tina make out for the rest of the night.

“Yeah, I’m pretty over it,” you admit, stretching your arms up.

Tommy scoffs, “You guys are so boring. It’s still early.”

It is, you don’t even feel drunk yet but you are bored and too many unpleasant feelings are swirling around you. If you get any more alcohol in you, you’re libel to throw yourself at Steve, or worse, Billy.

“This party kind of blows, though,” Carol argues and wraps her arms around Tommy, whispering something in his ear. Whatever she said has him grinning and jumping to his feet. You’d rather not know.

;;;

You’re sitting in study hall, trying to stay awake when a note lands on your desk. You turn and see Steve failing at trying to look innocent, he fake coughs in his hand while stretching his opposite arm up and then back down. His eyes meet yours briefly and he quickly looks away, a hint of smile on his lips. You unfold the note and see Steve’s messy handwriting scrawled lopsided on the top of the page.

Wanna listen to my Abba record?

You stare at it a little dumbfounded, because it was an inside joke between the two of you. It was his lame way of trying to get you alone at one of his parties. It was only the second time you guys had ever messed around and as your relationship continued, it became something Steve would say just to make you blush or laugh. Worse, though, it turned into a code for sneaking away to hook up. His fight with Nancy must’ve been more serious than you thought. This was Steve’s olive branch, and it was sleazy but it was also romantic, unfortunately.

You write back in neat, straight handwriting, Right here in study hall?

You carefully slide the paper onto his desk and turn back to your textbook. From the corner of your eye, you see Steve grinning wide as he reads what you’ve wrote before furiously writing and handing it back.

Is that a yes?

It’s a maybe. I don’t think Mr. Delfin would appreciate it.

Fair enough. The albums at my house anyway. After school then?

You chew on your bottom lip. It would be very easy to fall back into this but you have plans with your brother, Carol and Billy. However, the prospect of being alone with Steve seems way more appealing. And you can’t help yourself, you think about Steve more than you think about anything else. You absolutely miss touching him and you’ve been rather frustrated since he started going out with Nancy.

Meet me in the library after school.

;;;

You made some dumb excuse to Carol about having to work on a class project in the library. She bought it but tried to insist on you ditching it entirely to get to know Billy better. Which you knew Carol was aware you wouldn’t go for.

When Steve walks up to you, you’re standing at the window. He leans against the wall and looks at you quizzically.

“Whatcha doing?”

You watch as Tommy and Carol pile into his car and drive off, the blue Camaro following after them and you say to Steve, “Just making sure it’s… safe. Okay, let’s go.”

Steve let’s out a scoff, “Don’t want them to see you with me?”

You crane your head sideways as you look up at him, “I’m ditching them for you. They’d be mad.”

Steve nods his head, pursing his lips like he can taste your words. You keep your hands to yourself on the walk to his BMW, you’d learned to do as much when you guys were fooling around. Steve talks a lot on the drive to Loch Nora. None of it really makes much sense, or is important but you like listening to his voice. It’s adorable, he stutters every so often and rambles on, losing his thought and then rushing into a completely new thought. The reason you like it so much is you’ve seen Steve hit on girls throughout the years and weirdly enough, this is how he does it so you feel special when it’s directed at you.

His house is empty, it usually is but what always shocked you was how clean it was. A teenage boy lived there alone for eight months of the year, you expected it to be messy but then again, you’re sure they have a cleaning lady coming often. Steve leads you up the stairs and to his bedroom. It smells clean, like laundry detergent and his cologne. Your stomach is doing flips at the familiarity of it all, you’ve been in this exact position many times before and you’re anticipating his next moves. As you sit on his bed, Steve wraps his hand around your hip and lays you on your back. You shyly smile up at him, the weight of his body makes you tingle all over and his big, brown eyes look into yours. There hasn’t been a night in months that you haven’t pictured this exact moment happening, ushering you to sleep and hopefully dream of Steve.

He pushes tucks your hair behind your ear as he cracks a smile, teeth bright and white while his cheeks flush just a smidge. You want to tell him how much you’ve missed him but him and Nancy have only been broken up a couple of days, you know what this is. That’s your downfall, though, you’ll bend over backwards to have Steve. When his lips caress yours, a small moan rises up your throat involuntarily. It’s a soft, sweet kiss and he gently holds your cheek as he does it. Your fingers snake into the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer so you can deepen the kiss. Steve takes things slow, he always did and you’ve always been bursting at the seams, eager for more. You drag your tongue against his lower lip, begging for entrance and he allows you easily. Your body lights up, feels like you’re on fire when he grinds just barely on top of you. His thigh between your legs presses against your center and it makes your head feel heavy, falling apart beneath him. Steve’s like a drug and you’ve been sober for far too long. Your desperation makes you feel antsy, you want things to progress much faster than they are but Steve is stubborn, he sets the pace. He’s different than any other man you’ve been with, he’ll kiss you until your jaw hurts and you’re trembling. That seems to be his intent now because when you try to pull away from it, he grabs your jaw and kisses you harder. You whimper against his lips, wriggling your hips to demonstrate how badly you need him.

Steve pulls back and smiles down at you, stroking his thumb along the apple of your cheek, “You’re so beautiful.”

You flush, grinning from ear to ear as you avert your eyes, unable to hold eye contact. With a giggle you tell him, “So are you.”

He lets out a small, breathless laugh, “Thank you.”

Steve places kisses along your jaw and down your neck, he licks against your skin but he’s always been careful not to leave any marks. Back when you two were fooling around regularly, you weren’t so careful with him and you’d litter his neck and chest with love bites. Steve could always explain them away much easier than you could.

He continues kissing against your collarbone as he starts unbuttoning your shirt. You inhale sharply, goosebumps rising all over your skin when his fingers brush against your now exposed stomach. Steve’s lips descend once he gets your blouse completely undone, brushing them against the curve of your breast. This is the area he doesn’t hold back, sucking and biting gently at the tender skin until it’s raw and sore. You know you’ll have a bruise there by the end of the night but you don’t mind. It’ll be proof this isn’t a dream. In sync, you prop up on your elbows as Steve leans back and reaches around to unclasp your bra. You dispose of the blouse and bra before reaching for the hem of Steve’s polo and pull it over his head. You smooth your hands over his head before he leans down and licks at your perked nipple, his Bambi eyes looking up at you curiously. You whine, arching into the touch as your eyes flutter shut. For a moment, you picture blonde curls and blue eyes but quickly push the thought away as shame begins spreading through your stomach. You try not to think about it too much, not willing to admit even to yourself that you want Billy in that way.

“Steve,” you pant out, for good measure.

He sucks your nipple between his lips as he hand moves to squeeze and knead at your other breast. Another moan falls out of your lips as you squeeze your eyes shut and knit your fingers into his hair. He grazes his fingertips across your neglected nipple and laps against the other. It’s intoxicating, you focus on his soft his hair feels between your fingers. Your thighs tingle as heat surges through your stomach and straight to your core. It’s quiet in the house, in the room, the only sound is Steve’s mouth on your and your paired labored breathing.

When he moves back up to crash his lips into yours and press his body close, you feel his cock hard in his jeans against your navel. He grunts softly against your lips moving both his hands to grip your jaw as he licks into your mouth eagerly. This is unlike Steve, he usually doesn’t express desperation until he’s already inside of you. It gets your hopes up, like maybe he’s been missing you just as badly as you’ve been missing him. And maybe that’s wishful thinking but in this moment, you’ll take it. You grab onto his waist and writhe up against him, letting him know you’re just as needy.

Steve pulls back from the sloppy kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips as his hands lower and he’s making quick work getting your jeans and panties down to your ankles. They hang awkwardly there, your tennis shoes are still on but you're really liking the frenzy of it all. Steve props himself on his knees and does the same with his jeans and briefs, pushing them down to his knees as his long cock springs out and slaps against his stomach. God, you’ve missed the sight of it, your mouth waters as you breathe heavy. Memories of the way it felt in your mouth flood your mind, causing your hips to jerk up in arousal and Steve smiles down at you, clearing taking the movement as a compliment. He circles his hand around himself, pumping a few times before dragging his head through your folds.

“Steve…” you moan out slowly, another surge of wetness flowing out of you.

“Yeah?” he breathes out, his cheeks are flushed and his eyes look glassy. It’s such a pretty view, you wiggle against him.

“Need you,” you admit, shyly.

He licks against his bottom lip before rubbing his tip against your fluttering hole, “You been with anyone else since me?”

You shake your head, knowing the reason behind his question, “I’m clean.”

Steve nods, his hair bouncing with the movement before he sinks his cock inside of you. You gasp out, grabbing onto his bedspread while you melt at the sensation. It’s been way too long. You’re tight, haven’t had anything stretch you out since the last time you had Steve like this. He grunts softly, eyes squeezing shut as he slowly sheathes himself completely inside you.

“Oh,” you moan out, feeling him fill you out in the most delicious way. You force your eyes to stay open, wanting to watch the way Steve’s face contorts in pleasure as he stills his movements. He grazes his fingers up your sides as he lowers himself, his chest flush against yours while his lips find yours again. The kiss is languid, matching the stroke of him between your legs. It’s sensual which is typical from Steve but a stark contrast to the short foreplay. It takes your breath away, regardless. He pulls back an inch, panting against your lips as he rolls his hips deeper, running his hand down to hold onto your hip.

You try to spread your legs further, but the clothing around your ankles makes it difficult. Your hands scratch down his back and you arch your back, moving your hips to chase your high. Steve grunts out and then bites his bottom lip hard, moving his hips faster and more wildly than before. It’s exactly what you need as the pressure building inside you is pulled taut, you’re so close you can almost see it.

“Fuck me, Steve,” you whine out and he makes a pretty, needy sound that has you reeling. It was the type of sound that was the reason you’d always loved going down on Steve.

He rocks his hips into you harder and faster, pulling out little breathy moans from you as you cling onto his back.

“You like that?” he pants out, his hair bouncing with every thrust and you nod up at him, eyebrows furrowing as your orgasm looms closer and closer.

You press your palm against his cheek and he kisses you deeply, smoothing his hands up and down your sides as he moves against you. The kiss pushes you over the edge, a sharp cry flooding out of you as you climax around him, your walls fluttering around his dick and Steve starts making the familiar sounds, desperate and whiny little noises. He pulls out of you quickly, spilling his load over your stomach with a strangled groan. You hum happily, eyes dancing across his gorgeous face. He stuffs himself back in his pants and walks over to his hamper, grabbing a shirt and walking back over to wipe his mess from your navel. He pants as he does it and when he moves away again to dispose of the shirt, you pull your clothes back on.

“You want me to just drop you at home or back at school?” he asks, his eyes everyone but on you.

“Home is fine,” you say, trying to hide the way your heart is splitting yet again from Steve Harrington.

The car ride there is awkward and when you’re a block away, you notice Tommy and Billy’s cars parked on the street.

“Just drop me here,” you say softly and Steve pulls over. As you get out, he leans over and grabs your wrist. You kneel down and lean back in the car. He kisses you gently and then smiles awkwardly at you.

“I’ll see you later,” you say before shutting the door and slinging your backpack over your shoulder.

You walk up to the front door, noticing as Steve makes a u-turn and heads back in the direction of Loch Nora. Tears are threatening to break free but you will them back down, stepping inside the house and waving at Tommy, Billy and Carol as they’re lounged on the couch, watching music videos. You close yourself in the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror, smoothing your hair down and fixing your makeup. Once you feel you’ve calmed down enough, you make your way back out to the living room and very nicely ask Billy if you could bum a smoke.

“I’ll join ya,” he says, standing from the couch.

Tommy moves to follow but Carol grabs his wrist and pulls him back down, leaning close to whisper something and he looks like he’s about to protest until she starts kissing his neck. You make a face and lead Billy out the back door. You sit down on the plastic furniture and graciously accept the cigarette he hands over. Billy pulls out his zippo and lights it for you. Seeing him, unfortunately, eases the way your heart aches. Deep down, you know Billy would do the same thing Steve just did to you but you try not to focus on that. You feel ridiculous that you thought things might be different this time. It’s obvious that you���ve always been an easy lay to Steve and it hurts that you’re still that.

“How was the library?” he asks as he lights his own cigarette.

You shrug, “Really exciting at first, until it sucked.”

“So what’s his name?” Billy asks, smirking up at you as he exhales the thick smoke.

You blush, dropping your head before replying, “That obvious, is it?”

Billy lets out a big, belly laugh. It’s a nice sound, you want to make him laugh over and over.

“I can always tell when a woman’s had an orgasm,” he quips, sliding his tongue out almost obscenely along his lower lip. It’s insane how quickly he’s making you feel better, no matter how blunt he is.

“Yeah, well, his name isn’t important because the whole thing,” you gesture your hands in big circles, “wasn’t important to him.”

Billy inhales sharply, gritting his teeth, “Well… speaking from experience… ‘cause I am one so.. yeah, all guys want the same thing.”

You curl your lips down in a frown as you chew over his words, deciding you’re not much better than Steve because you went along with it for the same reasons. You wanted to fuck him and shit, you got that.

“Sometimes,” you giggle softly, bringing the cigarette up to your lips, “Girls are after the same thing.”

The blonde laughs again and you wanna breathe it in, wanna taste his laughs and his lips and his whole body. He’s different than Steve, physically rougher around the edges which makes him that much more interesting. Exotic maybe. His hair doesn’t look nearly as soft as Steve’s, not nearly as cared for. You’d seen the Farrah Fawcett spray in Steve’s bathroom and you can guarantee Billy doesn’t use the same thing.

“I’ve seen my fair share of that,” he agrees, “but I think a big difference is once guys have it once, they don’t want it again but girls do.”

“Or they want it again when it’s easy,” you point out, reaching over to snatch the beer from his hand and taking a big gulp from it.

“Beware of those assholes,” he says, raising his eyebrows and looking at you seriously.

You groan softly, “I was trying to stay away from him.”

“Who is it?” Billy asks, curiously. “I won’t tell.”

“But you so will,” you gush, bringing your hand to your face, “It’s premium gossip.”

“You think I’m that type?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow up.

You turn to him, “This is juicy. It’s be hard not to tell people.”

“What? Harrington?”

Willing your face to remain still, “No.”

Billy scoffs, “King Steve. No way. That is something.”

“It’s not Steve,” you seethe, though you know your face is giving it away.

He chuckles softly and grabs the beer back, “Your secret is safe with me but uh… you could do better.”

Billy gets up from the chair, tossing his cigarette before walking back inside.

[strangerslxt]

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Devil In Disguise

“You look like an angel.”

“Walk like an angel.”

“Talk like an angel.”

You hummed along with the melody softly as you did your usual afternoon run around the block.

Head phones on your ears and Walkman safely tucked into the pocket of your polyester shorts, you jogged without a care in the world.

Oh but you would wish you did care.

A familiar Chevrolet Camaro was speeding up to you, slowing down enough so his car would be out of your sight for the time being, Billy kept his eyes glued to the round globes of your ass peeking under those shorts.

Exhaling from the Marlboro he had just hauled from, he could feel his jeans tighten.

You intrigued him, you were relatively friendly to everyone at school, except him.

“Bitch.” He muttered before revving the engine loudly enough that it came over your music.

Irritated you pulled your head phones off to see who it was that interrupted your vibe.

“Douche bag!” You holler at him while throwing up your middle finger for extra measure.

The corners of Billy’s lips turned up in a taunting smirk, you had balls, for a chick anyway.

He blew down on his horn while gritting his teeth and hitting the gas petal harshly, gravel spraying up from under his tires, right into your direction.

You cry out angrily as the tiny rocks pelted hard into your skin, and glare as the car disappears down the road quickly.

Angrily you jogged the rest of the way home in silence, your teeth grinding together as you thought of Billy Hargrove and his smug smirk.

You didn’t find him impressive or something to fawn over like all the girls at school did.

He was a jerk who just happened to have a hot mullet.

Shaking your head, cheeks slightly pink from complimenting him in your head, you kicked your sneakers off and padded to the kitchen for a cold glass of lemonade.

Looking at the little hand written note your mother had pinned under a magnet on the fridge you groaned, she was away again selling Mary Kay beauty products and wouldn’t be home till Saturday morning.

Sighing you leaned against the counter and sipped your beverage while looking out the window spacing out for a moment or two.

“Guess I should do some homework.” You murmured while taking your hair out of its pony tail and sat down at the table doing exactly that.

The next day in the school parking lot, Billy leaned on the hood of his car with a cigarette hanging from his lips and watched you with brooding eyes.

You were walking with your head down, books clutched tightly to your chest and those damn head phones over your head.

Flicking his ash, he watched you for a moment before smirking as your eyes suddenly met his, mouthing some obscenity to you which earned him a death glare but he seen the subtle blush creeping across your face.

“Fuck off hargrove.” You spit as you pass by him, avoiding his hard blue eyes.

“Panties in a twist princess?” He retorted back with a scoff.

You stop with a dirty look on your face, “You nearly stoned me to death with that stupid stunt you pulled yesterday. You drive like a moron.”

Billy gave you a crooked smile and shrugged before flicking the cigarette butt at you, “Watch where your walking then.”

Glaring, you puffed your cheeks for a moment before turning on your heel and stomped away quickly, fuming.

God he was such an asshole.

Billy chuckled to himself before noticing a tiny flash of gold on the ground near where you had been standing just a few moments ago.

Bending down he carefully lifted a small gold hoop earring, one he was familiar with.

The ones you always wore.

And now another mistake you’d come to regret…

A/N: pt.1 is finally done, I’m ngl I just wanted to get the boring shit out of the way and get into the juice😫

[bluemantics]

Julance Week One: Broadsword/Youth

I've decided I'll follow @callmelyc's Julance prompts! HI LYC i missed you lots <3 Please give Lyc lots of love and consider following their prompts too!

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A broadsword. Lance stared blankly down at the weapon he held, red and white, gleaming under the harsh training deck lights. Its weight in his hands was unfamiliar, and yet, somehow felt right in a way he loathed. The sword had manifested seemingly at random-- one second, he'd been shooting at bots in the training room, satisfied with the way they dropped at his feet.

"Fuck yeah," he muttered under his breath as another clang sounded. The blue holographic screen lit up with a happy 'ding,' signifying another slain foe. He whipped around to face the next batch, no hesitation present in any of his movements as he dodged, shot, dodged, kicked out, moved faster, sharper, panting for breath.

So the sword shouldn’t have had any reason to appear! Really, it was all a misunderstanding. As the training drones closed in on him, their little propellers whirring in violent chirps, Lance had only barely conjured the idea for a split second. It wasn’t even a thing! Lance had been standing there, face flushed, sweat trickling down the back of his neck, his trigger finger aching. The idea came from an exhausted daze.

Man, he inwardly lamented, eyes focused on the drones closing in. I wish Keith was here.

Boom. Sword. Lance slashed through the clump of bots without pause until the program had run its course.

That thought had been purely utilitarian, of course. First of all, Keith was with the Blade, and was doing much better there! Obviously he couldn’t actually have Keith’s help in a stupid fucking training exercise. It was just that the robots seemed to get in too close for his weapon to be really effective, it being a rifle and all. He hadn’t expected anyone to be listening to his stupid wandering mind and its stupid wandering fixation on a stupid, wandering, mulleted asshole.

He should have known better. Everything about space had been freaky and magical, so why couldn’t his own goddamn gun have a brain?

Lance let out a small, quiet sigh, watching the way his wrist rotated the sword around in a move that he’d seen plenty of times between urgent missions. Rotate in. Rotate out. The tip of the blade formed little infinities in the air, while the flat of it reflected his lost expression back to him. His eyes were half-lidded and his teeth were gritted.

Lance McClain truly couldn’t have one goddamn thing of his own, could he? Doomed to have Keith’s leftovers for the rest of his life, Lance couldn’t help but draw up images of this exact moment happening fifty times before.

A starry-eyed kid who only got to be an attack pilot after a dropout punched a commander. A throwaway paladin who only assumed the red lion once the original pilot had left for brighter things. And now this.

Being the youngest in a large family meant he was no stranger to hand-me-downs, but Keith Kogane’s always left a bitter taste in his mouth. Like he was almost strong, almost talented, chasing after a perfect Grecian champion he’d never catch.

Keith always left him behind with some nagging reminder of his existence, of the fact that Lance could try as hard as he wanted and still never quite meet his standard.

The sword fell to the ground, transforming back into a bayard. Its clatter echoed off of sterile walls with resonating finality. Lance didn’t spare it another glance as he walked out of the training deck.

He was tired of running after an apparition.

[blubushie]

fanartists have psyoped the entire fandom into thinking that sniper actually has a mullet. fanon replacing canon at its finest.

I don't even mind this cuz I LIKE mulleted Sniper.

It's just people calling his canon hair a mullet that grinds my gears. No one knows what a fucken mullet is. Hands down these people see a bloke with a farmer's tan and mullet and call him a hick or some shit but look at unmulleted Sniper and go "I love mullets 😍"

This is what I meant by people getting classist about it btw. Tumblr hates southerners or anyone who's a bit too blue-collar and jump at the opportunity to shit on them. They see a bloke from the southern US with an actual mullet? He's a hick. Sniper TF2 though, who doesn't actually have a mullet, they fawn over for having a mullet. Stupidest fucking shit lmao

Fair dinkum I think the mullet discourse (FUNNIEST FUCKING PHRASE) is probably the most annoying I've ever been about TF2 Sniper and I do not care. Worth it

[ayodele-loretta]

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I was woken up by mom running around the house, making sure we were all awake, which was just a safety measure after what happened to Will last year. I understand her worrying but god was it annoying when you just want to sleep. Not to mention she peeks into our rooms while we are sleeping just to make sure we are still there.

"Y/N, Jonathan, Will, you gotta get up its time for the school!" Mom yelled. I groaned as I got out of bed. I went over to my dresser and grabbed out some clothes. I closed my curtains and started getting changed. I looked in the mirror to examine my outfit. Muted rainbow sweater with blue jeans and a brown jacket over all of them. As I was about to open the door when Jonathan opened it instead.

"Are you ready to go? I can pick us up some breakfast from popeyes if we leave now." He said.

"Jonathan, what the fuck! I could've been naked!" I yelled, glaring at him. "And yes, I'm ready." I say pushing him out of the way to go say bye to mom. I grabbed my backpack from the closet door and went over to mom. "Hey mom, Mike wants Will to sleepover tonight. So we will drop him off at the Wheelers."

"Karen didn't tell me about that. I'm sure it will be fine though. I'll just call her to make sure." Mom said, smiling as she went over to the phone. "You guys just head to school, Will's in the car and I gave Jonathan some money to get breakfast."

I smiled at her before heading out. I took the front seat as Will was already in the back and watched as Jonathan came out. I leaned against the window as he started driving to popeyes. Once we got there he looked at me.

"What do you want for breakfast, y/n?" He asked. I huffed. The thought of eating made me sick. It always did. Ever since 4th grade, being made fun of for being slightly overweight, everytime I saw food I was sick of it. I used to love food. I like to think of it of loving it so much I just wanted to savor it.

"I'm not hungry. I just woke up." I said. Jonathan looked very disappointed.

"Mom said you won't get better if you don't try." He said. My stomach churned.

"I will eat later. I'm just not hungry right now." I lied about that. I don't want to eat later. Or ever.

"Fine." Jonathan said as he turned to ask Will. I tuned out. Theres no reason for me to listen. I just want to get to school already, go hang out with Robin and get to Tina's party afterschool.

I must've zoned out for a while because next thing I know we are in the parking lot. I get out, stretching afterward. Then I see a new car pull in. A 1979 camaro. Without thinking I start walking towards it. I smirk slightly. It was a nice navy blue, and very clean. A girl with red hair got out and walked to the middle school. Then a very attractive guy got out. No, not attractive to me of course. Just like, conventionally attractive. The guy had blonde hair, a mullet. Definitely gonna be more of a king than Steve. He was gonna be toppled by the girls. Probably even Nancy Wheeler, little miss perfect, would fall for him. Or at least look at him.

"Yo, who the fuck are you?" He asked. I didn't even notice he was talking to me before I look around. No one. Fuck.

"Uh no one. Bye." I say before quickly turning and going into the school. That was fucking pathetic. I can't believe I would be able to embarrass myself like that. I'm such a fucking idiot. Why'd I even go to him? God you're so fucking stupid. It wasn't long until I got to my locker, where Robin was.

"So, who were you looking at?" She asked, leaning against the lockers. Hers was right next to mine so it'd make sense she walked in with me while I was internally scolding myself.

"No one. I was looking at the car. It was a very nice one. I've never seen a camaro so new so close before, let alone in Hawkins." I say, putting my stuff away other than the stuff I need for my classes. "Why? Do you like him?" I asked jokingly, looking at her. I know she was gay so I was just teasing her.

"What? No. I don't even like guys like that." Robin said. She scoffed and looked away. "I'm gonna head to class, loser. Have fun with your little crush." She teased. I think she was teasing. I'm not gay. I'm most definitely straight. I had a crush on Nancy and Chrissy. Well, I think I did. "I don't have a crush on anyone!" I said, flipping her off before heading to class. She did it back, which wasn't surprising. I sat down in my seat before I see him walk in. The guy from the parking lot. Well fuck.

~

I stared at him in shock. I wasn't expecting him to be in the same class as me, especially after what happened in the parking lot. I hid my face. God, I wish Robin was here to save me from any more embarrassment from being here. I should've skipped today. But mom would've never allowed it. Soon enough the class filled up with people and everyone took their seats. I presume the guy sat next to me just for my misfortune. Not only do I have to deal with the fact that I deeply embarrassed myself by going toward him in the parking lot, now I have to sit next to him in homeroom. Next thing I know, he's gonna be in all my classes.

"Alright class. I'm gonna go through the attendance. Don't say anything stupid." Our teacher said. I sighed as each name is said, I was one of the first so I just rose my hand. Then the new boys name was said as it wasn't a name I normally hear in the attendance. "Billy Hargrove."

"Right here." The boy said. Billy. What a little kids name. Little Billy. I looked at him. How can such an attractive, conventionally attractive, guy be named something like that. He must've noticed me staring as he then made eye contact with me. His eyes were a nice blue color, a contrast from mine. His pupils seemed to dilate when they looked at me. That was weird. "Is there a reason you're staring at me?" He asked me.

"You're just like really hot." I said. Fuck. Shit. I didn't really flirt with him, did I? You're such a fucking idiot with terrible coping mechanisms. He looked stunned, like he hasn't heard that before. "I didn't mean that. You're just kind of terrifying." I turn to the front. "Miss. Can I use the bathroom?" I asked.

"Yes, y/n, go ahead." She said as I stood up and speed walked to the bathroom. I looked into the mirror.

"You fucking idiot. I can't believe you just told some definitely homophobic guy that he is hot." I said to myself before going into a stall. I continue to lecture myself. I know that it would not help, I only know after me and Jonathan had to talk with mom about how to handle mental breakdowns and our anxiety. I wasn't listening to half of it, mostly just zoning out. I then hear the bathroom door open and wipe my face. I didn't even notice the tears until now. There was a knock at the door.

"Byers, get the fuck out of there and get back to class." Billy said. I knew it was him. He is speaking in the same voice as in the parking lot.

"I'm having bowel issues." I lied. It was quite an obvious lie. Why would I come to school with bowel issues.

"Bullshit." He responded. He then started pushing on the door. "At least open the door and tell me something to tell the teacher other than shitting problems."

"Why would I open the door for you? I don't even know you."

"God you're so difficult."

"For a good reason."

Billy just sighed. He leaned against the door. "Well I'm gonna head back to class because I don't wanna go back and carry your things to you for a bullshit excuse."

"No one asked you to carry my things to me." I said, watching him sit against the otherside of the door. He must be having a rough day because there was no way in hell he would talk to me like this.

"I know you're gay. You're even lying to yourself." He said. Wait. What the fuck?

I blinked before looking back underneath the door. No one was there. Must've been dreaming again. I gotta take some medicine for that. I stood up. How much did I imagine? What time was it? I check my watch. Robin got it for me after I told her how much I hate not knowing the time. 3:39. Shit. I skipped all of school. Though my stuff was outside of the door. He must've came here with my stuff.

I opened the door and picked up myself. I then walked outside, going to Jonathans car. School wasn't out for another 10 minutes but I can wait. Mom must be worried by me missing all of school. I'll tell her I was having bad anxiety again. Whatever. I promised Jonathan I would go to the stupid party at Tina's tonight so we would go drop off Will at the Wheelers and then go. Eventually, Jonathan and Will got out and came to the car. Jonathan looked at me.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I got out early." I responded. He must've believed me and got in. We began driving to the Wheelers. We were gonna pick up Nancy and Steve since Steve's tires were slashed by some middle schoolers earlier this week. I watched as Billy and his little sister, I assume, came out to their car. Billy looked at me through the window, a slight glare. I hate this. I made the new guy hate me already. Great job me.

Once we got to the Wheelers, Nancy and Steve got in after Will got out. Karen was watching, telling Nancy to not do anything bad or get drunk.

"Dude you had to bring your brother?" Steve said. I flipped him off.

"Shut the fuck up, Harrington before I beat your ass with your own bat." I said. I wouldn't really do that. I don't even know how to properly swing. Nancy rolled her eyes as we drove to Tina's house. The party didn't start till later so we waited for a while. I closed my eyes and dozed off.

~

I woke up to Nancy tapping my shoulder. "Come on, it's time to go in." She said. She was all dressed up for the Halloween party, everyone in the car was. I wasn't. I only came because I didn't want to watch Will and the last option was to go to a shitty party the whole school is at.

"Fine," I say, getting out. I walked into the already bustling party. Immediately my anxiety peaked, seeing how everyone is so packed together. There was food all over the floor, and beer everywhere as well. I walked toward one of the only clear areas. The kitchen. As I started I see Billy. I slouched some more, crossing my arms, as I passed by. Next thing I know, something gets liquid all over my shirt. I turn to the source. It's Billy. Of fucking course. "What the fuck, dude. I just got beer all over my new shirt." I say walking up to him and standing up straight. I was pretty short compared to the rest of the guys in Hawkins, standing at 5'4". Mom told me my growth must've stunted after I got a concussion at 9. I had to look up at the blonde.

"It's fine it washes off." Billy said before snickering. I scoff.

"You're such a douchebag. Go fuck yourself." I said. I turn to head to the kitchen when I hear him and the rest of the brainless basketball guys start laughing. I go into the kitchen to see Steve and Nancy. I pushed them out of the way and got a cup of punch. I knew it would be spiked. It's a high school party full of teenagers who think they are cool. I don't care. Maybe a lack of judgment is what I need. Alcohol infected brain like a smoker's heart to get rid of the daydreams and the anxiety. Maybe people would like me more.

"Woah, y/n, slow down. You're gonna get blackout drunk if you drink anymore." Steve said. I look at him with furrowed eyebrows before putting the cup down and leaving. I see Nancy also getting juiced up before Steve tries to calm her as well. I smile as I see some random people dancing and talking. I join in, dancing and talking as well. It was quite fun. They gave me some more drinks, so I downed them. This was so much fun.

As time went on I felt tired and sick. I made my way to the couch. I saw Billy also sitting down, he seems to still be talking to the ball nerds. I chuckle to myself. Ball nerds. I sat next to Billy. "Heyy, I know we got off on, like, the wrong foot but like, you're actually really cool." I say, looking at him. His eyes furrowed slightly, not expecting me to talk with him.

"Uh, okay? I've heard that a million times already." He said. I laughed slightly, leaning against his shoulder.

"But have you heard how you're eyes are such a good ocean blue and how you and your sister could be models. I mean," I touch his chest, "look at you. You're jacked, even better than Steve. But you also are like a massive asshole to people for no fucking reason." He pushed my hand away but left me leaning on him. "It's okay, that's how Steve was last year. Until my little brother went missing in this place called the upside-down and Steve was like, 'Nancy, don't leave me, I'm insanely hot and everyone loves me but secretly hates me.' and Nancy dumped his ass for my brother for a little bit, but then they got back together after the Demogorgon came over and beat the shit out of them." I spilled. I looked up at Billy. He seemed to be really confused.

"What the fuck are you talking about? Is this your first time being drunk or some shit?" Billy asked.

"Yeah, but I'm not socially awkward anymore so I guess my life got better after the alcohol. Oh did you know that when I went to the bathroom in homeroom, you came in and told me I was gay? Turns out, I was daydreaming. It's a mental illness I have. I got it all while Jonathan only got anxiety with me." I said, yawning. I looked at the door for a moment. I saw Jonathan rush out Nancy. "I guess Steve and Nance just broke up again, my brother gets only one bitch and that bitch is Nancy Wheeler. Fuck her for being in love with my brother and Steve at the same time." I move to lay on his lap. "I'mma just take nap here, 'kay?" I asked before passing out. Billy looked down at me. He sighed. He must've known that Jonathan was my ride here and now Jonathan is gone.

"Jesus Christ, y/n." He muttered. He didn't push me off. He kept me there. I stayed there until the party ended. I then was picked up by Billy, taken to his car, and buckled in. I shifted, groaning slightly. He didn't know where my house is unless he was stalking me, and mom would be home by now. He took me to his house. He seemed thankful when he looked out into the driveway, a sense of relief as he unbuckled me and got out. He went to my side and took me out, carrying me to his room. I woke up when I was plopped onto the bed.

"Fuck." I said, looking around with hazy eyes. I see a red-head peering into the room.

"Billy, why'd you bring someone back home? Y'know your dad will get mad." She said. She was pretty. Was it Billy's sister?

"Get out, Max." He said, going over to the door and closing it. He turned to me. "You, go back to sleep. I'll take you home tomorrow. I shouldn't have driven now." I listen and immediately went back to sleep. Billy laid down in the bed, facing away from me.

I woke up quickly the next day. I looked around the room, catching a glimpse of a garbage can. I hopped out of bed and grabbed the garbage, vomiting into it. God, that shit inside my system is so gross. I vomited straight into it. At this moment, I'm glad I got good aim when it came to this. My stomach hurt so bad. But then I realized, this was not my house. I leaned against the edge of the bed and held my head, as it started to hurt. Soon enough all the memories came back. I told Billy about Will, the Demogorgon, my dreams. Shit. I stood up and looked at the bed. Billy was still asleep. I laid back in bed. I felt terrible, there would be no way mom wouldn't notice that. Jonathan must've been responsible like he always was and didn't drink anything. He left the party early though.

"Finally you're up. I'll take you home when you stop having the urge to throw up." Billy said getting up. He walked out of his room and to his sisters, telling her to make some toast, 2 slices. I heard a groan and whine before walking to the kitchen. Billy came back in. "Max is getting you something to eat. To soak up the beer." He said. He started to put on some different clothes. Instinctively, I looked away. I know usually guys like him, they don't care if they change in front of other guys but it's for some reason weird for me to look at guys changing.

"Thanks. Um, I'm sorry for not making any fucking sense when I was talking to you. I get it if you were severely weirded out by me." I say. "Also, touching you like that. I'm not gay or anything and I really doubt you would be either so it was probably really weird." I rambled. I gotta work on rambling. Billy rolled his eyes. "Also, you could've left me at Tina's, I know how to get home from there." He stopped me from talking anymore by covering my mouth with his hand.

"Shut the fuck up. You are seriously almost as annoying as Max." He said. My heart was beating abnormally fast, especially if it were anxiety or fear. "I took you here because it would be an asshole move to leave you at a girl's house for her to take care of on top of clean up. Yeah, no." He removed his hand. "If you say another word I will kick you out and have your mom take care of you instead." I nodded.

"Billy here's your toast. Your dad's gonna be home soon so if you don't want to be called another slur, then you should get going." Max said, setting the plate down. She looked at me and gave me a dirtyish look before leaving. Billy scoffed, giving me the toast.

"Hurry up, I don't wanna babysit any longer." He said. I nod and began eating quickly.

~

After finishing, I was rushed out to Billy's car. It was really lovely. The seat was very comfortable. "Why do I have to leave so early?" I asked, looking at him.

"My dad is coming home soon." He responded. I looked a little confused. What would his dad have to do with anything? I didn't want to push any further as Billy did scare me a little bit and I didn't wanna get hurt. Not only that, I understand the daddy issues, I mean with Lonnie and all that. Lonnie is a fucking dick, calling Will a fag at such a young age. I yawned. He seemed to be relieved that I didn't push, his muscles relaxed and so did his eyebrows.

"You're really nice for driving me home," I said. "Thanks for not making me walk home like Steve would."

"Yeah, yeah. Does that Harrington guy give you trouble?" Billy asked.

"A little, only when Nancy decides she's too good for him and chooses my brother instead. Then he really hates me as if Nance would ditch him for me sometime. Nancy isn't even my type." I catch my breath. "Sorry, rambling. I need to fix that." I say giving a small smile.

"I can fix that for you," Billy said.

"And why would you do that for me?" I ask.

"Why not? Gives me a reason to overthrow King Steve." He said rolling his eyes, laughing slightly.

"You don't have to. I mean, the Byers are kind of known as the ones who are supposed to get bullied and not have that much confrontation. The most we've ever been through is my brother going missing for a while." I said. Billy looked at me. "Can you pinch me, or like punch me?" I asked. I was hoping I wasn't dreaming. I mean, it would make sense. There would be no way in hell that- "Ow! Okay, not dreaming. Thanks." I rubbed my shoulder where Billy hit.

"I didn't even hit you that hard. What are you, a pussy?" He asked.

"No, I just don't have enough muscle to protect me from that."

"Then why'd you ask to be hurt?"

"Because I daydream sometimes and that leads to the inability to know if I am in a dream or not."

"You mentioned that last night." My face burned slightly. I don't talk about my disorder and forgot I told him that. I was mostly worried about what he would say about the Demogorgon and him telling me I was gay, not just that I daydream.

"I said a lot of things that probably weren't true last night," I say. Finally, we get to my house. "Thanks, again, for driving me." I unbuckled. "See you at school. Unless you don't want to see me in that case I guess I won't. Say hi to your sister for me, she is really pretty. But not in an 'I'm attracted to her' kind of way, more of a 'She's really pretty and I love her hair' way." I say before leaving. I walked into the house before I could hear him say bye to me. I don't even know if he did. As soon as I walked in, mom ran up to me all frantic.

"Y/n, where have you been? I called Karen to see if you stayed over at her house and I called Tina's parents because Jonathan said you wanted to stay there last night. I was so worried you disappeared like Will." She said.

"Don't worry, I stayed over at a friend's house," I said.

"Which friend?" She asked.

"Billy Hargrove. He's new. Tina kicked me out because she couldn't let me stay so Billy picked me up and let me stay at his house." I say. I smiled at her to assure her I was fine.

"Okay. I'll find his parents in the phonebook." Mom responded. "Just, call me next time. I just want to make sure you're safe."

"I know mom. I'm sorry. I'm gonna take a shower." I walk to the bathroom and lock it. I sat against the door. I was so worried about what I said last night to Billy. What if he tells the whole school about me? Like I'm weird, which they basically already knew about since I'm the brother of the zombie boy and the stalker. Or what if he took what I said about my dream the wrong way and thinks I'm gay so he tells the school? Not there's anything wrong with being gay. Robin's gay. But I'm not. At least I don't think so. I mean, why would I be? I liked girls. Like, Joan Jett. And at one point I thought I liked Nancy. I mean, her sense of style is out of this world. Immaculate even. I don't like guys that way. I think. Maybe there was a spark at one point when I first saw Steve. But that was just admiration. I think so at least. Then Billy. Billy is the reason I'm acting this way. I've never had anyone come to me in a dream like that to tell me I'm gay. There was a knock on the door.

"Y/n, I need to pee, you've been in there for an hour," Jonathan said. I got up and washed my hands. They were sweaty and had crescent-shaped indents in them. I need to cut my nails before they start to cut through my skin. I open the door and see Jonathan as expected but also mom.

"What?" I asked.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Mom asked, pulling me aside so Jonathan could use the restroom.

"Nothing. Why would something be wrong?" I ask, putting on a smile.

"You know that whenever you go into the bathroom for a while something is bothering you. The last time was because you thought you were overweight and the time before that is because you wanted to look like Nancy Wheeler. What's wrong this time?" Mom said.

"It doesn't matter. Just school stuff. I just don't think I'm gonna pass a test in a few days. It's in math so it's just really confusing, y'know." I say. I walk to my room and lay on the bed. Jonathan and I have been sharing a room since there isn't enough for all of us to have separate rooms. It didn't bother us. We shared a room for 9 months before we were born. We shared on as babies and then now. We have separate beds and a curtain separating half the room since I got uncomfortable changing in front of Jonathan when I was 9. Luckily we haven't used it in a while since during the summer Jonathan is always working and I only do afternoon shifts. Then during school, he gets up early to wake up Will and get breakfast ready. I think back again, seeing Billy was nice. Like the way he was talking. He was, I don't know, gentle. Not like a douchebag. Which was very different than in the parking lot and at the beginning of the party. Maybe it was because it was morning. But he wasn't that kind to his sister. Why was he nice to me? Maybe we are friends now. Or at least acquaintances. I should get him something, to say thank you. Show appreciation, maybe get him to be my friend so my family could handle a little less bullying and have significantly less trauma than we would if we got bullied and had monsters from a fucking game. I get up and grab Jonathans keys off his bed. "Jonathan! I need you to drive me to the store!" I yell.

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Semi-Finals, Match Two: Matej Mohorič v. Jonas Vingegaard

Matej Mohorič Propaganda

Jonas Vingegaard Propaganda

He is CUTE, he is SMOL, he has a CUTE NOSE and FRECKLES and EYES AS BLUE AS THE ENDLESS SKY---

OK no but seriously, he's amazing. As absurd as it can sound since this is one of the best riders in the world, he's always the underdog in people's minds. Somehow, no one ever thinks "OK I think Jonas is going to win this stage today", and when he does, they're like "OK he won but he still wasn't out of this world, it's because the others were having a bad day", and when he has a stellar day they're like "HE'S DOPING FOR SURE". It's like nothing he ever does is good enough and YET he doesn't give a fuck and keeps performing despite the pressure.

Being consistently good when everyone expects you to win is talent, but being consistently good when everyone hopes you'll lose is something else too.

And he's an incredible human being to boot. He's kind, he's compassionate, he's sensitive, he doesn't have a mean bone in him, he's affectionate, thoughtful. Remember that time during TdF 2022 when he asked Grischa to tell him if he could slow down at the end of the TT to let Wout win the stage? Yeah. He's that kind of guy.

More under the cut:

He's a crier. It's cute and it makes me want to hug him. He loves his family and he always has a good word for his rivals and he's humble and I relate so much to his introverted personality and he's a cinnamon roll and a cutie patootie. But when he puts on his sunglasses, he looks like A WAR MACHINE.

(but a cute one)

He got a lot of heat when he didn't wait for Sepp on the Angliru during this Vuelta, only the instructions of the team before that clusterfuck stage were to battle it out between them and he probably liked it even less than us because he wanted Sepp to win the Vuelta from the beginning.

And need I say anything about the absolute sportsmanship of this man? When he lost his balance in the Col of Spandelles, TdF 2022, Tadej didn't miss the opportunity and powered away from him, but when Tadej was the one who crashed two minutes later, he waited for him. HE WAITED FOR HIM.

And he made the sport all the better for it and gave us one of the finest images in cycling history.

if you like MvDP, consider that though in these days when van der Poel is showing up with a mullet, Jonas did long hair earlier and better.

though there has been a change of style

If you like WvA, consider that some of the BEST hug pictures only exist due to Jonas being the kind of teammate whom others want to hug AND eminently sized for hugs/lifts

(we've all seen this but we can look at it again)

He's got sportsmanship. He's got incredible skills. He's even a dad! Maybe he's not always good at smiling for the cameras but he can sure smile for his family

Most importantly, he's a TdF winner with the time trial of the year and he cannot ride his goddamn bike without hands without his body language screaming oh god someone help me

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Hyunjin Hairstyle Tier list

I made a Tier list of Hyunjin's hairstyles because I'm bored <3

My unwanted opinions on these rankings are below the cut😙❤

S Tier

#1 - I freaking LOVE when he ties his hair like that😍 Its so Hwang Hyunjin. I'm also generally a sucker for when he does black hair so-

#2 - All of y'all that said Hyunjin looks bad with short hair should compete in a contest to see who can swallow the biggest cactus🤗 LOOK AT HIM. LOOK. AT. HIM. If you think he doesn't look absolutely gorgeous you're blind as fuck and that's coming from someone who can't read a sheet of paper that's more than a foot away from their face.

#3 - Mother. Need I say more?

#4 - I'm a sucker for long blonde haired Hyunjin and as I said before, when he ties his hair up like that? I'M GONE😵 (If Mother didn't exist it would've been in the #3 spot)

#5 - Can we have shiny brown mullet Hyunjin back?🙏🏼 Please JYP?😃 I'm asking nicely😁🔪 No because this was a one hit wonder- GIVE HIM BACK TO ME PLEASE!! I NEED HIM BACK���😭😭

#6 - They need to stop letting him wear headbands. To Hyunjin it might be a simple "Tsk, hairband" but to me it's "Oh no, hairband"🤕 My health is put in jeopardy every time he wears one.

A Tier

#1 - Controversial opinion, Red Hair isn't Hyunjin's best hairstyle😶 He looks absolutely fantastic, in that picture and all other variants of styles he's worn the red hair in but personally, it just doesn't hit like some of the others do for me. Not S Tier but definitely at the top of A Tier because those concert pics and clips of him with the messy red hair? [The rest of this message has been redacted for the safety of this users image]

#2 - The plaites on one side and then letting the rest fall wavy and its blonde? Someone save me from the Skater boy!Hyunjin thoughts because they are not healthy thoughts to be having😔

#3 - Venom Skz are something else to discuss another time on a very different blog but for now, the wavy curls? Its blonde? Its long? I've begun to see a pattern here🤔

#4 - The long blonde with the red streak? This hairstyle was also a one hit wonder and we passed over it WAY TO FREAKING FAST. Look at him😍 I- Are we sure this guy didn't get isekai-ed into the wrong fucking universe?

#5 - Ah yes, Thunderous Hyunjin. The one that had my mouth on the floor when he appeared on screen with those hair clips. Time has pushed it this far down in A tier but it still holds a precious place in my heart💝 He looks like a historical Princess be so fucking for real

#6 - Once again, I say this with the most sincerity I can muster, all of you that said Hyunjin looks bad with short hair should really try cactus swallowing! You guys could make the record books! Because who looks at his short blue hair and goes "Mmm, he doesn't look good" like are we looking at the same person here? Get outta here with that total bullshit thank you very much😘

#7 - Honestly what an iconic way to end 2023 and start 2024. I really like Berry Flavored Hyunjin💜 Its just iconic lol I don't have much explanation for this one it just fit right here

#8 - Whenever he did the short jellyfish hairstyles I always cave😩 He does it in a fee different colors I think and he looks so damn boyfriend with that hairstyle😭 If we were ranking these of straight boyfriendism then it'd definitely be in S Tier

B Tier

A lot of these from now on are ranked solely on the fact they don't make me wanna [Redacted] liked those in S Tier make me wanna do or how [Redacted] those in A tier make me feel but rather on the fact they look great, they don't hit pack the same punch yk?

#1 - Look at him and his cute little pigtails😍 I was gonna put it in C tier which ironically houses a few of his goofy ass hairstyles BUT this one specifically activated my cuteness aggression❤❤❤

#2 - Short black hair Hyunjin is a gem but it doesn't hit as hard as all I've previously mentioned

#3 - Wavy platinum blonde?😩 Ugh truly a treat❤

#4 - Pink haired Hyunjin isn't necessarily behind platinum blonde, I'd say they're more equal grounds for me. Unique and gorgeous styles that I think sit comfortably in B Tier but that's just for me

#5 - I really liked this hairstyle and needed it on the list but I was having trouble figuring out where to out it😅 I think its in the right place, its a very cozy? hairstyle. I think cozy is the right word for it, yeah

#6 - Look at baby Hyunnie😭💔💔💔 He's so freaking cute stop it!💘 I love the waves over his forehead and I just love his wavy hair in general, that's why I included it

[Edit: It just now occurred to me as I'm writing this, despite saying I love his wavy hair I completely forgot to add 5-Star album Hyunjin with the black wavy hair, yk the one that performs S-class? Y'all know what I'm talking about. Anyway, that style would most definitely be in A Tier for me between #3 & #4]

C Tier

#1 & #2 - Hehehe he's so goofy I love him😭💕

D Tier

#1 - Hyunjin and his Geto cosplay😂 Personally, not among my favorite styles from him but it's definitely a look you had to be there to appreciate fully and boy am I glad I was here when he surprised us with it😭

#2 - It isn't my favorite hairstyle of his nor do I think it's his best BUT 1. That's my personal take & 2. It's literally RULE that no one looks good with a bowl cut and yet here Hyunjin is still somehow managing to not look as ass as this hairstyle usually has its wearers looking😭 Like I agree it's not his best but my man does NOT look as bad as some of y'all were saying. So stop being jerks and go take a walk <3

[Note: Was the yellow bowl cut his best look? No. Did he deserve to be absolutely dragged on the internet to the point he became self-conscious about wearing his hair short because of it? Absolutely fucking not. Y'all are jerks and Hyunjin deserves a thousand apologies from each and every one of you. There's a difference between critiquing someone's hairstyle and just being an asshole. Y'all are just assholes.

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I never thought of Equius being coded/headcannon as indigenous/

the idea of the classist, casteist, boy who submitted to his socially assigned supieor and was killed.

but it was the Saggtirus coding, he also is coded as a white/ nobility. a literal blue blood

Nobility yes, and Equius is accordingly confused by the compulsion to submit to someone he views as inferior -- he expresses this conflict in conversations with both Gamzee and Aradia. I tend to think that the noble status of rap on Alternia serves a similar purpose, offering the impression that social inferiors (from a racist POV) have achieved cultural dominance. The same goes for the nobility of archery, if you buy into the idea that the bow and arrow can be deployed in Homestuck as a stereotyped symbol of indigenous peoples (obscured though it may be by the unobjectionable motif of Sagittarius).

My strongest direct example of association between archery and Native Americans is probably this series of puns by Roxy, in conversation with Dirk. More abstract examples would involve Hussie's use of the 4th wall to depict racial tensions and the related use of the command arrow ==> for colonial motifs.

Tangentially, I'd note re: Equius white-coding that he owes his design to Nicolas Cage in Con Air -- the mullet, widows peak, and wife-beater are all very Cameron Poe. Vriska later underlines this resemblance by calling Arquius a "national fucking treasure", which is the title of another Cage flick. Hussie's deployment of racial ambiguity is still something of a mystery to me (outside of its ability to invoke anxieties about race mixing), but I'll say that stuff like the Cage-coding forms an interesting contrast to Equius's racially-charged inability to touch various feminine-coded items (milk, "bows", Karkat) without destroying them

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BILLY HARGROVE / STEVE HARRINGTON Modern College AU | Mature | 3.1k

Watched Free Guy with some peeps last night and came up with this as a result! Enjoy :)) <3

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Only so many people knew the true founder of Upside Town. A blog, a game, an allegory into one man’s life that went unnoticed for most of its uptime. It wasn’t for anybody but himself, really. Billy needed an out that wasn’t posing in front of cameras for photographers who wanted too much from him. He needed something of his own, something for himself that couldn’t be tainted by greed or false promises. And, being as stubborn as he was in his senior year of high school, the town was born.

He was in college when Upside Town became a well-known title. A video went viral, said it was a hidden gem of the part of the internet no one seemed to know about. It was cruel and gruesome and unforgiving but genius in a way nothing else had ever been. It was unique. It was something. Billy didn’t know how to take it. Suddenly eyes were on him in the form of a pool boy possessed by demons inside and out, crawling through a dark and murky world where nothing was safe. Nothing was sacred but the sound of his own voice, and even that fell short most days.

He was The Flayed. Riddled with black and blue veins that were like lightning bolts on his skin, a golden eighties-style mullet and moustache to match. Physically and mentally devastated by another plane of existence whose flora were its fauna, and both were equally unforgiving. Both were voices in his head that he didn’t recognize were outside of himself until it was too late, and then the real game began.

Life and death and torment aside, escaping to college allowed for one thing, and that was his first taste of intimacy. Perhaps not the kind he’d have liked—not the kind his mother gave him as a child—but it made him feel whole, one night at a time, with no restrictions or strings attached. He thought he might have been in love at some point, but that wasn’t the kind of guy he was then, and neither was the man he thought he loved.

By the time he graduated, Upside Town was his life in more ways than one. It was sensational and overwhelming, yet still only a hobby in between shifts at the bar and his internship at a San Francisco publishing firm. They didn’t know about his real passion either, and he’d have liked to keep it that way.

Then his phone rang one night while he was in the shower, and he let it ring because he could call back if it was important. When it stopped, a text message came through, and he rolled his eyes. Maybe it was Heather needing girl advice again, and Billy was, ironically, not the worst choice. Or it could have been Max wanting to talk for a bit, plan another time to meet in LA. So he cut his shower short to see who it was, and his heart did its damnedest to jump out of his throat.

A voicemail left behind by one Steve Harrington (pretty, pretty boy).

Wonder Billy never deleted the last part, but he never wanted to.

“Hey. Long time, right? Heh… um. Sorry if this was a bad time to call, I, you know, I don’t know what you’re up to these days, but, um—listen, I got something you… I guess you left it in my dorm or something, um. I don’t know, I could mail it to you if you want, or—or maybe we can meet, catch up somewhere, I don’t know. You tell me, alright? Call back whenever. Or text. Either way. Alright. See you, Billy.”

The text message was from Max, and he sent one back before sitting on the couch in his towel to contemplate the voicemail that he listened to sixteen more times before it drove him insane.

He always hated that about Steve, the way he was so vague and tip-toed around things he was afraid of. Billy had to initiate their first night together because Steve was too chicken-shit to say that he wanted to fuck. Steve was too chicken-shit to let Billy know he had a girlfriend too, and that was only a week before they broke up. Now Steve was too chicken-shit to tell Billy what he could have possibly left behind two, three years ago that Steve bothered telling him about in the first place. He was surprised Steve even had his number anymore; the last time was supposed to be the last.

“What is it?” Billy sent back. “That I left.”

Steve’s reply was near immediate. “i dont really know”

“That doesn’t help man”

“i mean idk it looks important” “or it would have been before but maybe it still is” “just like notes or something”

“Notes?”

“yeah”

Billy rolled his eyes and couldn’t help laughing to himself. “We can just meet if you want to meet. Don’t need to make up an excuse to ask”

“well fine but im not making it up” “u still in sf?”

“Never left”

“café on 5th saturday? i can do 6”

Oh, Billy didn’t know what came over him. “It’s a date, pretty boy”

He laughed harder when Steve sent back, “ok”.

Time couldn’t have gone by any slower if it froze. Three days, and Billy thought it would be years before Saturday came around. At long, long last, however, it did, and he was way too anxious to be anywhere in public, let alone the very place he had the first inkling of being in love. That made it worse, and he knew so, but that was in the past. Those were the days of all-nighters and fancy red wine. They weren’t the same people as they were back then. Billy didn’t even wear the same cologne.

Arriving early gave him some time to calm down in the bathroom. He ordered an iced decaf latte, sat by the window, and waited for the preppy kid that made his heart soar and his dick hard, but that boy never walked by. If Steve had just passed at a glance, if he hadn’t been carrying Billy’s washed denim jacket under his arm, Billy wouldn’t have known it was him at all. Maybe because it was dark out already and he wore a long coat that blended him into the night. Maybe the beard. It was definitely the beard.

Steve’s smile when he walked in would have melted the goddamn sun itself and put every star to shame. Before Billy could say anything, he held the jacket in front of him and said, “See? Not making it up.” He was out of breath, Billy took the jacket, and then the smile faded. “I’d have bought your drink if I knew you’d be here already.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Let me get yours.”

“You sure?”

“When have I ever not been sure?” Steve couldn’t say. “Exactly.” Billy pulled a ten from his wallet and gave it to him. “Treat yourself, Stevie.”

“Mm. Thanks.”

When Steve turned around, Billy closed his eyes and breathed hard, clutching the jacket in his hands like his life depended on it. Running his fingers along the trim, thumb over the button that kept the cuff rolled just like he had it that night two years ago. Steve had rolled it up for him, said he liked Billy’s arms, and Billy said there was more to see if he wanted to take the jacket off.

The memory gave him chills—how could he forget? That same smile in the dark of Billy’s dorm room, nothing but lights from the closed curtain to make it any brighter. Hands and lips that became addictive from the first time they touched, and Billy didn’t know how to ask for what he wanted any more than Steve did. They were both kids then. Hell, they were still kids, but two years without Steve felt like the rest of his life now that they were there again. Somewhere close, anyway. At their café. It was close enough.

Steve returned with a steaming cappuccino and huddled in on himself when he sat down. “How’ve you been, man?”

“Good. I’ve been good. Just busy with stuff, you know.”

“Yeah…” Steve’s eyes were wide and focused on Billy alone, who was trying not to crack.

“I’m… working at that office I interned at for a while. Still at the bar too. Part-timing both, you know how it goes.”

“A lot on your plate?”

He shrugged. “Enough to keep me busy, I guess. What have you been up to? Still working with kids?”

Steve nodded with an air of pride that wrapped Billy in down feathers. “Swim coach now, actually. Still lifeguarded a bit after graduation, but my boss there got me in with another school downtown, so. Pays well, and the kids like me a lot, thank god.”

“Well, that doesn’t surprise me.” They laughed, both relaxed and equally reserved around one another after so long. Suddenly two years felt like two days, and they were right back where they left off.

They talked for a while longer, nearing two hours before they took a bathroom break—one at a time since it was a decently small café with limited facilities. Billy left the jacket on his chair when he went, then held it in both hands again when Steve had his turn. Once they were both at the table again, and the conversation had no set direction, he said, “You know, I didn’t expect you to call me about clothes.”

Steve raised his brows. “What do you mean?”

Billy held up a rolled sleeve. “Come on, you know what this is.” Steve smiled around a piece of muffin in his mouth. “Guess I didn’t think you’d bother keeping it.”

“I mean—well you never asked for it back.“ Steve swallowed and ran the tip of his tongue between two tightly-pressed lips, which meant he was thinking about something; Billy figured that one out quick when they met. “Look, okay, it wasn’t the jacket that—that I called about.”

“No?”

Steve shook his head. “Left pocket,” he said, and Billy was getting nervous all over again.

It was a sheet of paper folded as small as it could go, worn at the creases and ripped in places Billy recalled getting wet with tears. He didn’t have to unravel it to know exactly what it said about the blue-clad sailor with a heart of gold whose hands held the only power strong enough to free the cursed of their anguish. An early Upside Town idea that was scrapped except for a tiny ship in the corner of the webpage. That was something else that only Billy knew the meaning of, and Steve handing it back to him was hilarious and gut-wrenching all in one breath.

“I don’t know what that is. I just found it in there the other day when I called. Thought you might want it back.”

“Did you read it?”

Steve answered too quickly: “No.” Billy stifled a grin.

“It’s okay if you did. Doesn’t mean anything.” He’d gotten good at lying about things when he got careless, and Steve was too oblivious to pick up on them.

“A little bit,” Steve said then, a confession that scared Billy more than he was willing to admit. “I’m not good with big words, man, you know that.” His thumbs twiddled before he ate some more muffin. “I don’t know, I just wanted to see if the jacket fit—“

“Does it?”

Steve thought for a moment. “Actually, yeah, it does. Perfectly, because you buy clothes two sizes too small.”

Billy cackled and shook his head. “Shit, you never would have given this back,” he said, which was neither confirmed nor denied. Steve looked down at his hands before Billy tapped his shoe under the table. “It’s fine, Stevie. I promise. Hey.” He patted Steve’s knee under the table, denim hanging over his hand. “Keep it.”

“No, man, it’s your jacket.”

“I’ve got other jackets that fit me better.”

After looking at it for a few seconds, Steve asked, “You sure?” and Billy gave him that look, what did I say?, and nodded.

“Alright. Thanks.” He couldn’t help laughing.

Billy went home that night with the tales of his sailor tightly in his hand, and he only let go once he was at his laptop again.

There were times in the past when Billy wondered if Steve really did know that he was behind Upside Town or if certain things he said were just coincidence. Billy wondered if there were things he made too obvious until he remembered that he’d told Steve things that no one else knew during weekends when they lay together in bed, talking into pillows, each other’s hair, comfortable under a bed that wasn’t meant for two people in the first place. Really, he didn’t think he’d mind if Steve knew. Seeing him again brought back the happiest moments of his life—shining glints of gold in the dark, warmth that scared the monsters away.

By the end of that night, the ship in the corner would have somewhere to sail.

Two-and-a-half months.

Steve and Billy kept in touch after the café, hanging out every weekend and texting in between. Days together ran later and later, reminiscent of college without sex and parties and shitty beer. Steve invited him over for the fancy wine again, and they laughed and laughed, and Billy almost wished they were in college again, if only he could lean over to kiss Steve like he would have then. Maybe with different connotations now, but it ached not to taste sweet berry on his lips. A bottle just wasn’t the same.

Someone in a fan-run forum discovered the ship’s addition almost immediately, and Billy wasn’t surprised. Questions of whether it had been there like that the whole time were answered and theorized and searched so hard for answers that only he would ever have—and Steve if he were to find it, but that was unlikely. He decidedly lived under a bigger rock than Billy did, and Billy’s was the size of a mountain.

So it was possible that the sailor would remain on the open ocean for a long while, blind to the yearning depths beneath him; The Flayed as one being, a vessel for everything else in the world that knew how to speak through all but himself. The ocean, the breeze, the moon and stars above it. The sun belonged to the sailor; it belonged to Steve.

Two-and-a-half months, and they had drinks at Billy’s apartment on a Friday night. Steve brought his wine because he said it would taste good with the whiskey, and he was goddamn right. So the love seat bore their weight between berry-bourbon and Chinese takeout, and The Godfather ran softly in the background. Not exactly a romantic backdrop, but it wasn’t a romantic evening. Not inherently. Not purposely.

Steve slouched against Billy somewhere during Part II, only drunk enough to ask, “Am I Steve?”

Billy laughed, the oblivious one for once, and said, “That’s your fucking name, isn’t it, Harrington?” but Steve didn’t laugh back.

He smiled, though—a tipsy, leaning grin that was more lips than teeth, more shy than confident. “No, I mean… ‘This is a love letter to you, Steve.’” Billy’s heart stopped for a brief second that cleared the fog in his head to see how deeply Steve was staring into him. “Are you… am I the sailor? Because, if I’m not, then this is gonna be really embarrassing…”

Maybe his face was flushed from the alcohol, but it deepened when Billy didn’t say anything back for a while. A short while, but it was languid as Billy dragged his tongue by the bootstraps to form a sentence. “You found it?” Steve nodded.

“I remember you told me… shit, when was it…” Words slurred, voice trembled, but heart came through clear as day. “I don’t know, you said something like, ‘Oh, I’d sail with you upside down,’ or whatever… you were wasted as hell, by the way.” They laughed again, and Steve leaned in even closer, booze on his breath that drew Billy in. “So, I don’t know, I thought it was the alcohol talking. And I found that thing way before I called you, I just… I didn’t—“

Billy didn’t realize how much he missed Steve until he kissed him to make him stop talking. Steve sagged over him and leaned right into it, making no attempt to finish his thought. He didn’t need to; everything in his head, he told through his lips and his tongue and his hands that lay over Billy’s shoulders. Like college, it was deep and immediate. Unlike college, it was tender. It was slow. Steve took charge and kissed him like it was the first and last time all over again.

Billy held Steve’s waist and kept him flush against his torso, close to tears when the lump in his throat was too much to bear. Two years and two-and-a-half months was too damn long, but not long enough to forget about the ardor they were both too stubborn to face before. They pulled away for air but kept their noses against one another, sharing hot breaths and fruity air. Steve’s hand rested against the cheek that came away wet with his palm when he said, “I love you, Billy.”

“How long?” he asked, suddenly so fragile, waiting for fingers to snap, thunder to crack, something to break him out of this moment because it was too good to be true.

And then Steve said, “I never stopped,” and the second kiss was better than the first, better the last and the last. They kissed until they fell asleep on the couch, having forgotten the movie entirely, desperate to make up for lost time even if they had so much more. Holding Steve this close again was better than college by a long shot. They weren’t shy about their love now. They didn’t have to be.

Upside Town’s sailor wasn’t alone on his ship anymore. The pool boy stood beside him, no longer The Flayed. Perhaps the world had other monsters, but those were no match, and the sailor made sure of it.

[alykatsevents]

I saw your match-ups open and I had to try because I think I know who i'd be matched with, but its interesting to see if other people see the same- But also doing multiple cause i'm curious

Could I get a romantic Male match-up, for Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, and FNAF?

I'm Genderfluid (leaning heavy masc and non-binary), 20+, Panromantic and Pansexual. I've got a mullet hair style, brown with some pink dye tips, blue eyes, about 5"8 who tends to wear platformed boots. I tend to wear alt / rock / punk style clothing, lots of silver chain jewellery. I have an Australian accent.

I game a lot, play guitar, drink too many energy drinks, and am fairly silent in real life. I'm the designated driver and father friend in my social circle, the person they call if they are out drinking and need to leave. Scary dog privilege haha. I'm really social if i'm comfortable with someone but will usually let others do the majority of the talking. The king of resting bitch faces. I am very much someone who doesn't take shit from anyone.

I have ADHD, constantly moving and fidgeting, get bored easy. I like modern and old rock music but have a soft spot for soft indie music.

Hope that's enough! Excited to see how you pair me up :)

I match you with....

(Hazbin Hotel) Adam

~Okay for this one I had to get help from @veethewriter so big thanks to them, Now lets get started to the actual stuff:

~Wont say it, But thinks your style is cool as fuck

~He tried your energy drink once and now he's addicted to it

~You kinda scare him, again, he won't say it

~You're taller than him in platform boots and he hates it but secretly thinks it's hot

~He tried on your boots once but he fell

I match you with...

(Helluva boss) Stolas

~He LOVES your jewelry

~He thinks your accent is hot and will make it known that he thinks that

~He likes listening to you play guitar

~While he's really like, flirtatious and horny, he's also a big romantic

~He'll see your resting bitch face and think your pissed off or something

~He adores your music taste

~Loves showing you off if you're comfortable with it

I match you with....

(FNAF)Bonnie

(Lmao how I do a write a robot)

~Doesnt talk at all, even if this is a human au, Mute. Uses a notepad

~For a robot he's surprisingly quiet, Be prepared for that

~Hes a fellow father friend lmao

~Steals your guitar and plays it

~His music tastes consists of just, music played at the pizzeria

[laplacesdevil]

The peculiar new hire and ecstatic cashier, Kale Schmidt! A wondrous guy, I can say.

MAIN REF:

Kale is fine being called whatever anyone thinks he is and doesn't care for labels either! He uses any pronouns, althought most people refer to him with he/him or it/its. His age and nationality are scratched out. He is 6'8"/203 cm.

TabbyKat's Playground's new hire!

Tends to talk long and flowery

Has extremely good hearing

ALWAYS wears an animatronic head, in and out of work. Changes it each day.

Looking for Fazbender's last owner, Jack Kennedy.

Hates liars!

Usually found around Naomi and Aster

Has dotted tattoos(?) around body

OUTFIT REF:

[Diagram]

Kale has his arms outstretched, showing off his markings. His whole head is overshadowed, with only a white eye and a toothy grin visible. A necklace is shown next to him, reading "ALWAYS worn under his shirt." On the bottom are two braided bracelets, orange and purple. A note is under them and reads "Kale wears these matching bracelets from Aster on his left wrist!"

A clear diagram of all of Kale's markings! Think of them as sectioning off body parts. There's ALSO the marking around his neck

There's NEVER a situation where he'd need to be bare, but y'know. Just to keep in mind

His chest and arms are hairy! I just left it bare to show off his markings fully

[Base]

Kale is now fully dressed, although his head is still obscured. There's a note next to him that shows how his hair can be drawn, with the steps in colored order.

His hair... it's strange. picture waves. The inside can be described like horns

Sorry guys! Kale told me that it's a little camera shy today, teehee! No full face! XP!

VERY RARELY changes out of his work outfit. Seen with it in and out of work

Kale had to redo his name tag a few times. They were too big!

[Terry]

Very commonly worn head! The one he started with!

Somehow got the hat off of Terry...?

[Ramona]

Kale wears the head of Ramona, a red robin with a curvy black marking on her face and a yellow beak.

The visor should be a little bit harder to adjust with her head, but Kale manages just fine...

[Haylie]

Kale wears the head of Haylie, a light blue hyena with a blue mullet, pink nose, and underbite fangs.

Kale's favorite head! (Thought Haylie was some kind of blue dog before Naomi clarified)

He likes to fluff the hair sometimes with Haylie and Beth's heads

[Beth]

Kale wears the head of Beth, who has a black bob. She has pale pink skin, a heart-shaped nose, and brown patches on her face, as well as a little snaggletooth.

Kale's fuck ass bob <3 He had no idea what beth was at first

[cryptidofthekeys]

Introducing... Buddy Baffle!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: ‘’Cannibalism’’ (i mean is it REALLY tho?), Death, Murder, Blood and Gore, and Taxidermied Humans are mentioned

Also unfortunately I hid stuff in the google doc but I can’t do that shit here on tumblr so it’ll be strikethrough here (ugh I wish I could hide the text so much but it’s important to be included so oh well)

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| Name: Buddy Baffle

| Nicknames: Was often referenced as BB the most, also went by Bud, Budz, and Baff

| Pronouns/Sexuality: He/They/It and Buddy is Pansexual

| Best Friend: ? ? ?

| Height: 6’8”

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| Status: Not too much is actually known about Buddy Baffle, as they were scrapped fairly quickly, this is assumed to be because of some potential budget cuts and also the kids didn’t seem to care about them as much.

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The Whereabouts of Buddy Baffle are currently unknown and he has pretty much disappeared into obscurity, unless you were a HARDCORE fan of the show when it was around you probably wouldn’t know who this is.

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| Species/Race: Puppet (Buddy, much like the others is pretty much a sentient puppet, needed no one to control/work him)

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| Occupation: “It was fine at first… And then… It would sometimes… O-Oh my f*cking god… I-It fucking ate them sometimes… Other times, he’d f*cking TAXIDERMY them! …I-I need to… I gotta get out of here- f * c "k”

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It was said Buddy Baffle owned and managed a local diner ‘Buddy’s Baffling Diner’ but there are no signs nor remnants of the diner left

“…That anyone knows of”

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| Hair Color: Buddy’s hair was made from yarn and it was Black (they’re hairstyle is a Mullet by the way)

| Eye Color: It’s eyes are Blue

| Skin Color/Body Type: BB’s skin was shown to be a gray sort of color and it was portrayed as a big puppet (aka BB is essentially fat)

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“This thing always gave me the creeps, it’s smile… They’re eyes… Just… EVERYTHING about him! I’m glad this thing was scrapp- …W-Wait… What the h*ll was that noise?”

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| Appearance: Buddy Baffle was depicted to have a very large smile plastered on it’s face at all times, despite they’re colors not being the brightest (the only bright colors on it were the blue eyes and the outfit he wore) it always had a smile on its face.

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BB’s attire seemed to be a light pastel pink polo shirt with a light pastel blue apron over it, the apron said the name of Buddy’s diner on it (in fancy cursive letters) and they also wore a little work hat (kinda like a square looking cap, I have a ref image if anyone needs more info) (btw Buddy’s nose is p much the uh rectangle shape)

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(themed with the colors of they’re outfit, both the pink n blue I mean- the hat was the blue color and the words which also said the name of Buddy’s diner were the pink)

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It wore pants (also the same colors, both pink and blue, two colored pants essentially) and finally he wore a pair of sneakers also themed with the colors of his outfit.

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BB wore only a golden wristwatch, no other forms of jewelry, it had no scars (they are a puppet, no need for those) he had some thick eyebrows which could be a bit of a key indicator for its actual emotions due to the permanent grin on its face.

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“Had to smile, had to smile all the time, even when . . . nothin’ else, nothin’ else, nothin’ else… So now, it's their turn… t h e y  a l w a y s s m i l e”

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T, visibly shaken: “I w-went backstage one night, to check and make sure nobody was messing around with the puppets or anything… A-And dude… I-I f*cking saw him…”

J: “Saw who?”

T: “B-Buddy…! I-It had BLOOD, man! BLOOD ALL OVER HIM!”

J: “Oh [[REDACTED]] quit foolin’ around! Yer just seein’ things or tryna freak me out”

T: “No man! I’m f*cking serious! It had blood on its apron! C-Come see!”

J, exasperated: “...Fine… If this is a joke though, I’m reporting you to [[REDACTED]]”

“...He won’t ever believe ya, [[REDACTED]]... Best stay outta mah business…”

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| Personality: BB always had a cheery disposition, it was said to be very friendly, outgoing, a true extrovert, and got along with anyone and everyone! Sweet, kind, caring, a heart of gold! Would help anyone in need and always eager to feed someone who might be hungry.

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It was believed in Buddy’s segments it would have taught the kids about food related things and the importance of food (EX: A healthy breakfast, how food is fuel that the body needs, etc) often the other puppets would come in, sit down, have some breakfast or lunch, although it’s unknown who Buddy’s best friend was.

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BB was rarely ever seen out of they’re diner which made things easier for the crew considering how big it was. (There were said to be one or two episodes where it moved)

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"Th' others don't seem to remember me... But I remember t h e m..."

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BB had a special item written on his menu titled ‘Buddy Baffle’s Special’ it was vague and never specified what it meant although it was requested by a lot of the other puppets quite a lot.

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(there was a rumor that there was going to be an episode titled ‘What’s So Special About Buddy Baffle’s Special?’ in which BB would reveal what the special written on its menu actually was but unfortunately, Buddy got scrapped before it could air)

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T: “...I-I know what was in that special… I-I saw it… I seen wh-what he did… Nobody will believe me… I’ve TRIED to tell them…! Buddy just… Stares and grins at me, I know he’s always grinning but… Something’s different about it when he looks at me…”

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BB also had a bit in which he’d play a guessing game with the audience, it would give hints to certain food related items and one of the viewers (kids) and other puppets would have to guess what food Buddy was thinking of.

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Buddy’s closing segment was usually after that bit and BB always ended with reminding kids (the viewers) and other puppets to eat good and healthy foods, that food was fuel for the body, etc and of course he ended with waving to the camera “Y’all take care now, ya hear?”

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| Side Facts: BB was depicted with a southern accent, specifically a Texan sounding accent, his tone was originally going to be deep and gravelly but due to that potentially scaring the kids, they changed  the voice to make it sound a bit more soft spoken and gentle.

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Considering the perma-grin on his face, it’s unknown how he actually seemed to eat but they were definitely able to. (Buddy would sometimes also give food themed nicknames to the one or ones he seemed particularly close with)

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In Buddy’s Baffling Diner, there would always be some instrumental country/bluegrass sounding music playing in the background somewhere (BB enjoyed that sorta music a lot, in fact, even though they didn’t get a chance to use it)

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BB is often depicted with heavy sounding footsteps (it is a big lad after all)

…so you’ll know if he’s coming :-)

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There is some concept art that showed Buddy to be sitting on a hillside, playing his banjo under the moon.

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There isn’t TOO many pieces of art involving BB however because as I said previously, they were scrapped fairly quickly, but some of the pieces aside from him playing the banjo include the following:

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1: Concept Art of BB’s overall and general design

2: Buddy in its diner, whistling while flipping a burger patty with its spatula as some of the other puppets walk in and wave at him from the kitchen.

3: A design of where BB actually lived, the original drawing was damaged and desecrated but…

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The artists managed to scrounge up a bit of an idea of what it looked like, BB seemed to live in the woods, in a small wooden cabin with a rocking chair out on the front porch

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WARNING!! LICENSED FOR PRIVATE EMPLOYEE/STAFF VIEWING ONLY. ANY PUBLIC PERFORMANCE, COPYING, SELLING, VIEWING, OR OTHER USE OF THESE DOCUMENTS AND TAPES IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED.

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T: “...Do you think Buddy’s gonna be mad when we tell him about this?”

J, sighing: “Doubtful but even if he is, h*ll, I’d be mad if someone told me they were gonna do that to me, scrapping for puppets is basically d e a t h the equivalent of getting laid off”

T, now worried: “...I dunno, should we EVEN tell him?”

J, rolling his eyes: “Oh relax, Buddy is understanding, I’ve NEVER seen them get angry before in my life, I don’t even think it CAN get angry, now let’s go, I wanna get this over with and get home”

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“...[[REDACTED]] told me they were gonna scrap me, I didn’t like that… Not one bit…”

J, after telling Buddy the bad news, now walking to the entrance of the place: “See [[REDACTED]]? That went well! Just like I said it would!”

T, still seemingly worried: “...I dunno, something about him seemed… Off… …I hope it’ll be okay”

J, now annoyed: “Oh for f*cks sake, they’ll be FINE… He’s probably just processing the news in his own little way, now, I’m going home, I’ve had a long day and I want to get off my feet”

T, about to say something but refrains: “...Okay…”

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“Scrap ME? SCRAP M E?!? So they just wanna throw me away like trash?! Wanna get rid of me?! And for what?!? Cuz I ain’t makin’ them no D A M N money?! Cuz those stupid… B R A T S don’t like me well enough?!? Well… I’ll show them! I’ll show them ALL! Ain’t NOBODY scrappin’ Buddle Baffle…”

“...Not if… …If I… . . .  S c r a p  t h e m  f i r s t. . .”

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“[[REDACTED]] saw me ‘’scrapping’’ someone… …Nobody believes him :-) I scare him …I’ve never scared anyone before …It’s… N e w… A change …I like it”

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J, beginning to walk home, about to get into his car before he runs into something ..Someone.. In front of him: “...What the… What are you doing here, Bu-” J is suddenly cut off as he falls to the ground, unconscious.

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T, staring off into the woods before looking at his camera: “...I… I saw it… I saw Buddy going back to his cabin, but he was dragging something behind him… It looked like… Like… A… . . . A Bodybag…

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When I got closer after they had gone inside… I saw it… It was a fucking trail of blood, I… The others won’t EVER believe me unless I do this, this is the ONLY way… I… I gotta get evidence…”

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T can be seen, slowly approaching Buddy Baffle’s Cabin in the distance, the camera cuts to when T is standing on the front porch, peering in through the window: “...D*mmit… I can’t see sh*t… I… I need a closer look”

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The camera cuts again, only to reveal T now inside the house and staring at a door, he proceeds to open the door and it's revealed to be a staircase leading down into a basement, there’s a light, it’s dimly lit but he can see enough to get down.

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The camera cuts once more and now T is now peering out from a corner, standing directly in front is Buddy Baffle itself, but something is… Wrong… BB’s breathing is more heavy, it sounds… Excited? T zooms with the camera to get a better look.

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BB moves away from what appears to be a stainless steel table, T has to stop himself from gasping in horror at what he’s seeing through the camera lens, there, on the table, lay a body, whoever it is, is dead… T cannot see who it is from this angle so he risks moving to another area to try getting a better look.

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T pauses when he hears BB grunt, it sounded a bit… Frustrated, upon peering out, it seemed the other was having trouble finding the right tool so T kept moving, after a few moments more… T finally saw who was on the table…

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…It was… J… Buddy had killed J, and it took T every fiber of his being not to vomit right then and there. He watched in pure horror as Buddy began walking over, heavy footsteps booming against the concrete, a large cleaver in hand.

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The camera shows Buddy beginning to chop up the dead body on the table, cutting off J’s head, arms, and legs, more blood dripping and beginning to stain the floor along with Buddy’s apron, after finishing dismembering the body, a chuckle from Buddy is heard on camera before he starts picking up the body parts one by one and dropping them off over in a freezer.

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The camera then makes a sound, a loud sound that echoed throughout the basement, indicating a low battery which caused T to panic, especially when he heard Buddy’s voice holler out “HEY! WHO’S DOWN HERE?!?”

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The camera begins to shake and jostle, and T is breathing heavily, crying even, this seems to indicate T is now running, running for his l i f e as an angered Buddy bellows out in the background, loud booming footsteps now running as T tries to scramble up the stairs.

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Suddenly, T screamed, and then the camera was shown to go flying, it eventually landed on the ground, the screen cracking somewhat but the camera was still functional and rolling, it was pointed to a wall, the only thing visible were Buddy’s shadow along with T who can be heard crying and begging for his life.

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Buddy is then heard chuckling, but clearly in an angry tone “Y’ALL THINK Y’ALL CAN SCRAP ME?!? WELL… I’LL SHOW YA! I’LL SCRAP ALL OF Y’ALL FIRST!” And then, some rather grotesque sounds of stabbing and slicing can be heard, some blood spraying on the wall and onto the camera… T screaming out in agony before suddenly going silent.

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…The final thing the camera captures after the stabbing and slashing sounds stop, is the sounds of Buddy’s footsteps growing closer and closer, eventually, the camera catches Buddy himself, but only a little bit of their legs and shoes before immediately cutting to static.

[fawnpawn]

(Not actually end of chapter) graphics for my fic Mimicry of a neuron chapter 13

I didn't want to learn coding and skins so I cheated. There's 18 total and are less stand alone images so I'm not trying to display them artistically in this post. Get album cropped idiot (unless you're on my blog then apparently it doesn't do that-)

Does it make sense for twice to be using iphones? Not at all (that shit would be so easy to trace-) but all of my other ideas looked weird so imessage style it is.

note on the profile pictures: I don't really consider those my art. The Izuku is mine but the hand+action figure comes from a canon screenshot. Same with the side profile of twice, and the rest of the pose and the van is just fully traced off a stock image and an actual photo.

Also I'm new to ID-ing so if the formatting is trash, tell me.

1st Image ID: A recreation of an imessage conversation between clones of Jin from MHA. Usernames are Buba (Taxi duty), Buba (Lazy ass), Buba (Baby duty), Buba (Clinic duty1), Buba (Clinic duty2), and this chapter’s Jin who has no shown username and a blue text bubble.

Taxi duty’s profile picture is a white van with "free candy" painted in red to look like blood. Lazy ass’s profile picture is of a cropped picture of Jin pointing a middle finger to the camera. Baby duty’s profile picture is of a young Izuku holding an action figure of All Might up to the camera and smiling. Clinic duty 1 and 2’s profile picture is blank, showing their username initials "BC".

1st image Taxi duty: [Baby update @ Baby duty.] Lazy ass: [Baby update @ Baby duty.] Baby duty: [STop fyckn spammn me asshols.] Clinic duty2: [Baby update @ Baby duty. Not sorry.] Baby duty: [Its going better, but he still doesnt wanna leave the house.]

2nd image Jin: [Fuck it. I’m getting icecream for the lil guy] Lazy ass: [Your paying for it.] Lazy ass: [Your paying for it.] Taxi duty: [We all pay for it dumbass.] Baby duty: [Better not be texting and driving.] Taxi duty: [Fuck off. I’m waiting for food.]

3rd image Jin: [Does anyone know a gal with piercings who knows us and the kid? Brown mullet, no vis morphs.] Baby duty: [Oh she might be the chick that stepped in last month at the park. Atorura? Atomi??]

4th image Lazy ass: [Shit I think shes waved at me before. Maybe.] Clinic duty2: [Please tell us you waved back.] Clinic duty1: [@ Clinic duty2 dude get off your phone. It aint lunch yet.] Lazy ass: [oooo u slacking?.] Clinic duty2: [Stfu.] /End 1st ID

2nd Image ID: A recreation of an .exe prompt window titled "Interface Prompt". Text is light grey on a black background with some text coloured red. The rest of the images in this post are of this style.

5th image "<Initialising… Identified Connective Tissue. Identified Muscle Tissue. Identified Blood vessels. Identified Bone.

Starting Exploratory Search… Detecting DOC system. Bone Structures: Phalanges[R], Metacarpals[R], Carpels[R], Ulna[R], Radius[R]…

[Leave]

Exploratory Search cancelled. Starting Disconnect Sequence… Disconnection successful.>" "[Leave]" is in red.

6th image "<Initialising… Identified Blood vessels. Identified White Matter. Identified Grey Matter.

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[How hard is it to breed rats.] [Could I hire someone to do it.] [That's definitely more expensive.]>"

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[What if they got out.] [Don’t want to risk infesting my properties with rats.] [Won’t ask Jin to do it.] [We can afford to keep buying them.]

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[lavenite]

okay the characters i really really want dolls of would be from ‘time and again’ cause thats what im mostly focusing on PLUS its modern so i wont have to make too many clothes except for like karina but shes a dirty little crustie so ill have fun with that ANYWAY MAIN PROBELM ! actually under the cut let me rant

okay so the main characters ARE :

KARINA ROMERO : white / scary bright blue eyes / long black hair but Might be dyed…shes an ooglepunk so her fashion sense is easy BUT i could also go like rabbittail abigail type of way…

MATTHIAS O’RILEY : basically adam from priscilla queen of the desert / twink but def muscular < hes a stripper lol that shits hard WORK / keeps hair super short but not quite buzzed / kinda blends into the crowd a bit

MIMI : YAYYAYYAY MIMI !!!!!!! sorry i love her a lot shes so fun. / shortest of the group / fat / black / also a stripper ! probably the most fun fashion wise and loves constantly changing her hair and doing braids and adding beads and just its great / is def one to go with the trends tho

JACK ALVEREZ : im so sorry jack i dont have a clearly defined um idea ? hes mexican. his weight fluxuates a lot as he gets older and through diff periods of his life. has a mullet at some point. maybe he dresses like a nondescript 90s white rock musician SORRY hes kind of boring but we support him ❤️

anyway thats not even getting into lulu or julia or isiah or god forbid any of their parents or fucking matthias’ FOUR BROTHERS ! tho alan is really the only important one currently OR IRENE ! OR KARINAS LITTLE UNNAMED CRUSTIE HOOKUP / TRAVELLING PARTNER …. or lulus son. and im sure theres more characters im not thinking of or havent added yet basically massive cast and i like to say its pretty diverse which pretty much only like. barbie at this current point fits what im looking for but also for older characters like lulu or isiah or i mena fuck like the whole cast is mid twenties but they also timetravel to their teen selves so ummmm yea idk

anyway i have to find dolls for them but ANNOTHER PROBLEM !!!!!! i hate hate hate male barbie dolls. ken i am killing you with my mind. i have to reconcile with the fact that matthias is very obviously a ken stereotype and he himself would put himself as ken to oh god would karina be barbie? thats horrific i mean hes gay and karinas a dyke but yhey kind of have this weird love triangle thing with mimi (who hates karina with all her heart (they literally never interact shes just like that)) also they arwnt even friends. matthias doesnt really like karina….um anyway lost the plot TRAIN BACK TO THE STATION !!!

i need dolls for them but theyre so specific. i might have to order specific barbies online that i think would look like them….anyway ill stop ranting nowwwww i just love my characters ❤️