#and what do you wanna bet she held onto max's hand like that because she remembers going into the void to find will

[givehimthemedicine]

never forget El isn't just touchy feely as a random personality trait, she's spent most of her developmentally critical years horribly starved of touch and warmth and love :)

and every moment of physical comfort she receives is precious to her as an antidote to some specific moment in her past when she suffered the lack of it :) and you can also see the shadow of her traumas in the ways she thinks to give physical comfort :)

and also don't forget that her trauma didn't end with the lab :) when we first meet her her traumas are drawn from lab days but by later seasons it's clear some of the traumas guiding her behavior are just... the show :) such as the crushing pressure of everyone counting on her to find Will :)

and if I spend more than 2 seconds thinking about what any simple little moment of closeness/physical affection/comfort must mean to El I will start sobbing and never stop :)

[drpeppertummy]

"Not hungry, huh? I guess your belly's rumbling like that because it's so full?”

Get His Ass

[hunger]

"Aren't you gonna eat?" Marsha looked up at Max, confused.

"I got some work to catch up on. I'm alright."

"Oh, come on," said Alfie. "You've been catching up all day. Take a break!"

"Yeah, really. When's the last time you ate something? You've gotta be hungry."

"I'm fine," Max insisted, but Marsha caught his elbow as he tried to leave the table.

"Hold on a second, Stringbean," she said, hand on her hip. "You just spent like an hour making dinner and you're not even gonna sit down and eat it?"

"I'll have some later! I just wanna get all this crap out of the way."

"Be a lot easier on a full stomach," said Alfie, giving him a playful nudge in the side. "Come on, I know there's nothin' in there. I bet you didn't even have lunch. Sit down and give it some food, would you?"

"I had lunch," Max half-fibbed defensively. Lunch had been a bag of veggie straws that had just happened to be in his desk drawer. "I'm fine, alright? I'll eat something later. I'm not even hungry right now." As if on cue, his belly let out a whiny growl. Marsha rolled her eyes.

"Not hungry, huh? I guess your belly's rumbling like that because it's so full?" Alfie gave him a teasing prod in the stomach, and Max held his arms over his hollow middle, blushing.

"Come on, Stringbean, take a seat," said Marsha, pulling out a chair and pushing Max into it.

"Here, you can leave once you clean your plate like a good boy," said Alfie, scooping a good-sized serving of chicken and vegetables onto a plate and sliding it in front of him. Max sighed defeatedly and picked up his fork. His belly rumbled again at the smell of the food.

"You two are a couple of menaces, you know that?" He looked at Marsha, then at Alfie, a soft smile creeping onto his face. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

[kvj-novels]

Senku x fem named!reader

Rating: this chapter is A for Adults (minors be warned)

Warnings: this fic has elements of smut and a mention of eating disorders THIS CHAPTER DOES CONTAIN SOME CONTENT WITH THESE WARNINGS - check tags. 

Summary: Imogen has been awakened from petrification but she suffers from amnesia upon waking up. Senku and Taiju - her lover and childhood friend (respectively) before the petrification - must do their best to help her recall her past life.

Smut summary: soft sex, first time, no warnings but very NSFW.

Authors Note: I wanna start this off by saying I’m very proud of this piece. But I also want to say I’m sorry if some of the descriptions aren’t top tier as this is my first time writing smut. But I really hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did while writing it! ;) 

Chapter Seven - final chapter

“What are you two up to?” Senku’s voice echoed off the rock as he approached Taiju and I.  I sat up and smiled. “He’s telling me about awkward little me and the things I did.” “Oof, hopefully he’s not telling about awkward little me too.” “Only a little bit.” I winked.  He chuckled. “Hey, we should change those bandages back at the lookout. Can I steal her away, Taiju?” “Go a head. Do you need help walking down, Imogen?” “I can carry her if she does.” Senku said, taking my hand. “Thank you, Taiju. Let’s do this again tomorrow?” “I’ll come get after breakfast.” He said as we walked off.  “Phew, finally sneaking away.” Senku said.  “Did you get all your work done?” “Most of it. Right now we’re in the waiting process for it.” He said. “Hey, do you need help? I don’t want your feet to get more cut up with all these rocks.” “Well, I don’t need help, but wouldn’t mind not getting more cuts.” “Perfect. On my back it is then.” He said, squatting down. I hopped up onto his back and he carried me to the small hospital again.  “So, how did it go with Taiju?” “He told me a lot. Apparently his family adopted me because my parents went to jail. Taiju is technically my brother and not just a friend.” Senku went to work on my bandages as I told him some of the stories of my past. He intently listened while I spoke, rambling the stories out.  I noticed he was smirking at me and I stopped for second. “W-what?” “Nothing. I just...I mean you’re very...” he laughed at himself “you’re really cute when you go off about something interesting to you.” “Oh fuck off.” I laughed as I blushed.  He winked. “Don’t tempt me.” He said, finishing off the bandages. He crawled onto the bed top of me, planting a kiss to my neck.  I let out a soft moan, biting my lip.  He chuckled and got off the bed, sitting at my side to take off the small bandage on my head.  “Oh this one healed up nicely. I shouldn’t have to cover it again. Just a bit of tape to keep it together.” He cleaned it and put some tape over it.  I sat up when he was finished, sliding hand to the back his head and kissing him.  I felt his hand on my hip move up to my waist.  “Mm you’re gonna get me in trouble.” He whispered between kisses.  “Good.” I said with a smirk.  He winked and looked back towards the entrance. “Let’s take this to the bed shall we?” He got up, holding my hand to take me with him. I followed him to the room inside the tower. He shut the door to the hole and locked it.  “I’m definitely not getting interrupted this time.” He said with a smirk.  I licked my lips, and tugged the hem of my dress up, teasing him by dancing and swinging my hips to an unheard song. He took in the sight, smirk plastered to his lips and hunger in his eyes.  I winked and beaconed him closer with my finger. He took the floor in two strides and grabbed my ass as he stepped into my space.  I trailed a finger down his chest and grabbed the hem of his shirt when I reached the bottom. Pulling it up, he took the shirt by the collar and ripped it off over his head. I placed a kiss to his collar bone, and he let out a gentle gasp. I smiled and went up on my toes, my lips brushing his ear.  “Tell me, have we had sex in the past?” “No.” He whispered.  “Have you had sex at all?” I gently bit his ear lobe. “N-no.” He stuttered. “Have you?” “I can’t remember. First for both of us, what do you say?”  He shook his, turning to look at me. Placing an arm around my waist he kissed me deeply. Then without warning he pulled the rope belt off my waist and tugged the shirt down off my shoulders.  It feel to my feet. He took in the sight of my body, completely naked in front of him.  “Damn...”  “Your turn.” I winked. He kicked off his shoes and quickly tossed his pants aside. I came up behind him and kissed his shoulder blade, wrapping my arms around his waist and snaking a hand a little further down until I reached his erection.  He shuddered a bit when I took it in my hand.  “I don’t suppose you’ve made condoms yet?” I asked.  “Oof. Not yet.” He turned to face me. “Should we wait until I can?” I put a finger over his lips. “No.” I whispered. “Just pull out, okay?” He shook his head and I kissed him, reaching down for his dick again. He let out a moan and threw his head back a bit when I stroked the shaft. His dick was throbbing, I could feel it twitch in my hand. I went down to my knees and kissed the tip before taking it in my mouth.  He tangled a hand into my hair and I looked up to check if he was still okay.  He was watching with eager eyes so I took him further into my mouth before pulling it out to the tip and releasing it with a pop.  I winked before turning my full attention to eager cock in front of me. Taking it in my mouth again, I went as deep as I could, spurred on by Senku’s groan.  I held the base of his shaft with my hand and pleasured his cock, pushing it into my cheek, going all the way down, teasing the tip.  All the while he held my hair, tugging when he reached a high or coaxing me to go deeper.  When I focused on the tip he shuddered.  “W-wait, wait I’m gonna come.” He said. I took him out of mouth and smirked.  “Not yet.” I said. I hopped onto the bed and he followed me over.  “My turn,” he said, taking my knees and spreading them wide. He got to his knees on the floor and flicked his tongue at my clitoris, keeping his eyes on me. “Go for it.” I smirked. He pushed into my dripping lips. I threw my head back as he lapped at the warmth.  A moan escaped my lips and he got a little more comfortable, gripping my hips with one hand and slipping a finger into my pussy with the other. I rocked my hips up as he fingered my pussy and sucked at my cum. My clit found it’s way into his mouth and I bucked up. He chuckled, holding onto my ass and stimulating my clit with his tongue.  I groaned, “P-please,” a whimper fell out of lips and I moaned. He released my pussy and crawled onto the bed between my legs.  He lined up his dick and slammed it in as far as he could.  “Oh, fuck!” I cried out with a moan, gripping at his back and leaving scratches.  “S-sorry.” He whispered. “I got a bit excited.” I chuckled, “don’t be.” He started to thrust, slow and long at first, taking in every inch of my body with gentle kisses. I closed my eyes, rocking my hips to his thrusts and reaching up to grab his hair which had fallen down and was half covering his face.  “Faster.” I whispered. He obeyed and picked up his speed, the floor creaked with each rock of the bed. I moaned feeling my walls tighten. He let out a groan followed by a swear.  “Oh, fuck, Imogen.” His balls smacked into my ass as he continued, going harder with the rise of the climax.  “I-I’m close.” I whispered.  “Ffuck me too.”  “Pull out when you need to.”  He managed a little longer, enjoying the pace we maxed out at. I threw my head back into the blanket on the bed, my release came a moment later and Senku pulled out. He pushed my legs shut and slammed his cock between them, riding out his climax between my thighs.  His cum landed on my stomach and tits. He flopped onto the bed beside me and let out a content sigh.  “Holy fuck.” He breathed.  “That was fun,” I leaned over and kissed his cheek.  He smirked. “I agree.” “Where’s your shower? I’m gonna need to wash this off.” I laughed.  “Oops.” He said with a wink. “Fraid o don’t have any showers in here. We’ll have to run to the river quick. The only showers are in the village.” “You down for some skinny dipping then?” I sat up and grabbed his shirt that I was wearing.  He chuckled. “You bet.” He said, grabbing his pants and two towels. We carefully made our way through the forest to the river, it was much easier this time now that I had shoes too. We broke through the trees and I tossed my dress off.  “Catch me if you can!” I stuck my tongue out and ran towards the water.  “Hey-wha-thats not fair!” He said, hurrying to strip off his pants and run after me.  I kicked my shoes off by the water and ran into the river up to my hips. Senku caught up to me, grabbed me by the waist and spun me around.  We both fell into the water when he misstepped. I came up laughing and splashed him. he splashed back even harder. We both settled down after a fit of laughter. The water felt amazing during the mid day heat and I sunk into it up to my shoulders. Senku was smiling while he watched me.  “Hm?” 

He tossed his head to the right to sweep some hair out of his face. “I forgot that life with you is absolutely exhilarating.” He said with a grin.

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[hopespeak-hs-hostclub]

Wanna Make A Bet?: A Mondo Owada smut request.

18+ ONLY. DO NOT READ IF UNDER 18!!!!!

NSFW: request and story under cut

TW:// exhibitionism, public pleasure, chastity belts, orgasm deprivation, cursing

Word Count:// 1,976

“a one-shot featuring mondo oowada practicing exhibitionism please? In the story, he'd go to town to do errands wearing a face mask. In truth, he'd have a vibrator on him with his cock in chastity and his mouth tape gagged under the mask. His objective is to finish his errands without anyone exposing him or him cumming in public. And I kinda imagine that he's doing this out of a dare between his gang members. To show he's a real man whose in control of himself. He would mainly be alone but his gang leaders would look from a distance to see if he hasn't lost yet.”

“Wait bro, you’re what?” One of the guys piped up quickly. Mondo just sighed heavily and look his friend / gang member in the eyes and repeated himself. “I’m an exhibitionist, man.”

“What the fuck is that??” Another gang member asked almost instantly.

“Jesus Christ- fuck all of you,” Mondo said getting pissed off at his friends. “I told you that sitting around like a bunch of little bitch ‘drinking and talking about our feelings‘ or whatever the fuck was fucking stupid.”

“No come on bro, none of us have literally ever even heard of that before”

“Fuck, it just means I like the idea of people seeing me get off, I guess?” Mondo said sharply looking at all his friends sitting around him. “like I get off on it I fucking guess.”

“So like, you want to jack off in public?” One of them asked.

“I’ll kick your fucking ass bro- that’s nasty dude. I’d never want anybody unsuspecting to fully see it dude, christ” Mondo stood up out of his chair and looked at them all. “You’re so fuckin dumb- all of ya! I don’t wanna be put on a damn sex offender list for touching myself in the goddamn park or something! I just… want to get off in front of people. It seems fucking hot,” he admitted while shrugging.

A few of the guys exchanged glances, and started to mumble to each other, just soft enough that Mondo couldn’t make out what was being said until they all looked back at him. “Wanna make a bet?” One of the guys asked as he stood up to be eye level with their gang’s leader.

“How much? And what kinda bet we talkin?” Mondo asked, admittedly intrigued.

“20,000¥. Meet us back here tomorrow at noon. Got it?”

Mondo just rolled his eyes. “Whatever, but I got some fuckin errands to run so you better make it quick, got it assholes?” He made eye contact with everyone else in the room, as they just snickered at him.

And that’s how he got here. In the bathroom of the garage the gang always meets at. Mondo sighs and looks in the duffel bag his friends tossed into his arms when he walked in, with no instructions further than “put it all on and get back out here.” ‘How did they even get all this stuff so last minute? Did they already have it?” Mondo thought to himself. So he did. He started by putting on, and locking, the chastity belt, which made him just a little too excited. Mondo hasn’t ever actually used a chastity before, he just knows they’re supposed to make him last way longer since he can’t touch himself, and he knows it’ll keep him nice and hard. Then he decided to use the duct tape, and gag himself with it, keeping his mouth shut. The next logical move for him was to put on the black face mask, so nobody could see the tape gag situation he had going on. All this for ¥20,000? ‘Fuck me’ was all he could think right now. Then the last step. Mondo held the little remote controlled vibrating butt plug in his hand and just stared at it for a few minutes before inserting it. He didn’t turn on it yet, and he was nervous as shit to do it too.

Mondo slowly and carefully walked out of the bathroom to the main room where everyone was waiting for him. He was already getting hard, and knew that whatever the fuck this was, was going to be a fucking nightmare. “Bro, everything… in place?” One of his gang members asked cautiously. The gagged Mondo just shook his head up and down quickly. “Perfect! So, you wanna get off in front of people without being put on a list?” His friend taunted. Mondo blushed, but luckily you couldn’t tell through the mask. “Well, I know you said you had some errands to run today, so why don’t we see if you can get through all those- but maybe without cumming,” he teazed. Mondo got wide eyed. So now, not only is he going to be horny as hell in public, but he’s not allowed to finish until the fucking errands are done? His face turned red and he tried to scream at his gang, forgetting about the gags, which just left him muffled and even more pissed off. Quickly Mondo got out a piece of paper and wrote:

“You’re fucking ON assholes.”

That’s exactly what they wanted to hear. “Perfect. Let’s get you on the back of a bike, because face it man, you can not drive with all that shit on ya,” the gang member chuckled. “I will be close behind watching though- so you better not cheat or try to lie, because trust me, I’ll fucking know. Oh and you’re giving me the key to that belt. It’s not coming off,”

With that, Mondo handed his gang member the key, then pulled himself onto the back of his bike, and the two of them rode off to the market place. As they pulled up to the big parking lot, the gang member cracked a small smirk, and got off the bike with Mondo. “All right, go do your shopping or whatever the fuck you gotta do man. I’ll keep my distance, but I’m watching you.” He said as he headed off into the crowd of people, leaving Mondo there alone. With a deep breathe in, and reaching into his coat pocket, he pressed the button to the remote control that little plug he had shoved up his ass. He set it to a low setting for now, and walked up to the first shop he had to go to. He took a deep breath and walked through the supermarket doors.

Mondo was walking through the fruits and vegetables section of the store, with his cock as hard as ever. Another man needed to grab something on the shelf right in front of Mondo, so he moved over to allow the man some space- and when he did his vibrator shifted just a little and he accidentally slipped. “Mmmh” he hummed lightly, quickly trying to turn it into a cough so the man next to him didn’t suspect anything. But Mondo loved the way he just felt. He reached his hand into his pocket and put the vibrator on a medium pulsating setting, that made him even hornier than before, if that’s even possible.

“Hnnnnnnngh” Mondo moaned lowly. He wanted to scream, his body felt amazing. He caught a woman shoot a side eye at him but she turned away and went about her business. Mondo tried his absolute best to compose himself, straightened up the best he could, and walked into the aisle he had come to the store for.

‘I just need 3- oh my fucking god” Mondo thought to himself. He quickly hunched over and grabbed onto the nearest shelf to catch his breath and control himself. He wanted to touch himself so badly, but with the belt that wasn’t even possible. “Hmm..” Mondo moaned out a few times. “hmmmf…” He already wants to turn the vibrator up to max speed, but he knows he’ll be a cryong mess if he does that. He only has one more thing to do once he’s done with the store, he can last till then, he thinks. He slowly makes his way through the aisle, grabs the three items he needed for his apartment, and tries to go pay. But god the line is long today. He has no choice but stand there and wait. Every time the line moved a little and he was forced to take a small step forward, his vibrator hit him in just the right spot to make him a god damn mess. ”nmmm… fuh..” he started to moan out in the still long line. He knew nobody could hear him, or cared but he was so embarrassed. The line moved once again, and this time his vibrator hit his prostrate in the exact right spot. A few tears formed at the corner of Mondo’s eye as he actively restrained himself from moaning out in pleasure.

Finally it’s his turn to check out and pay. He reaches into his jackets pocket to grab his wallet, but when he does, he bumps the button on the remote. “Haaaaahh…”Mondo hisses loudly as he arches his back a little. He took a few deep breaths, then pretended to finish a pretty unbelievable sneeze and proceeded to pay. The moment the cashier gave Mondo his change, he grabbed his stuff and ran to the nearest public restroom. He swiftly locked the door behind him and gripped onto the side of the sink and looked at himself in the mirror. He tried to palm himself through his pants, but the metal belt covering his fully erect dick gave him absolutely no direct contact with his throbbing cock. He starts whimpering loudly- but it’s not too loud thanks to his gag and mask. “Mmmmmh,” “hmmm hoh my god ffff-“ he barely muttered out. Mondo wanted to scream, or cry, or just touch himself once, so desperately. He felt like he was close to cumming from the vibrator alone. “Hnnnng” he cried out.

Mondo decides to try and stand up so he could leave the bathroom as quickly as he can, and find his way back to the bike. His gang member wasn’t too far behind him, so when they were both at the bike a few moments later, and Mondo hopped on without so much as saying a word, the gang member knew what was going on. He got in the front and took Mondo straight to the garage and tossed the key to him. “Ffnk you” Mondo muttered quickly as he ran to the bathroom he immediately ripped the mask and duct tape off of his mouth and moaned out loudly. “Holy fuccccckkkkk mmmmhhh…” He didn’t care that some of his friends were just a few rooms away and might be able to hear him. He just knew he felt so good and couldn’t help himself. Next was obviously the belt restricting him from touching himself. With a shaky hand, he unlocked it as fast as he was able too- which admittedly took about 3 minutes because of the constant pleasure he was feeling. Once the belt was off, Mondo immediately wrapped his hand around his now swollen, throbbing cock. “FUCK!” He shouted out in pure ecstasy and bliss. He was nothing but a mess of whimpers, cries, and moans in that moment. He knew he wasn’t going to last very long, so he quickly removed the vibrator, and fell to the floor. Mondo pumped his length a couple of times before he felt his orgasm quickly approaching. With one more stroke, he screamed out in pleasure “FUCK ME” and threw his head back as the white liquid oozed out of him, coating his hands, stomach, and thighs. He kept pumping himself slowly as more cum came out of him. “Mm…” he whimpered softly as the last of it came out. With shaky legs, Mondo pulled himself up off the floor, cleaned himself to the best of his ability, put all his clothes back on, and walked (even though it was more like a limp) back into the main area of the garage.

Without saying a word, or making eye contact with anybody, Mondo grabbed ¥20,000 and placed it in his buddy’s hand. He immediately walked out of the garage, barely got on his bike, and went home, thinking about not only just how fucked up his gang is, but how goddamn fun today was for him.

‘Maybe if I ever meet a chick we can do this shit together…’ Mondo thought to himself with a smirk.

[harringrovetrashrat]

Brother, Can You Spare Some Bells?

“Okay,” Steve said, standing in Billy’s doorway. Billy looked up from his switch, raising a brow at his roommate. His insanely cute, sexy, and sweet roommate he totally did not have a crush on, thanks. “I have a proposition for you.”

“Hurry it up,” Billy grunted, looking back at his switch. “I have a Smash battle starting in a second against Max and if she gets the upper hand--”

“If I give you a blow job will you give me 1,000,000 bells in Animal Crossing?” Steve said it in a rush, a light flush on his cheeks. Billy’s brain short circuited. He gaped at Steve, mouth hanging open, eyes wide. For a split second, Billy’s conscience and self preservation were the loudest in his brain, screaming This is a bad idea! Don’t let your crush suck your dick, you live together! Luckily, they were easily silenced by the horny side of his brain, as well as the side that made him sabotage himself.

“Seriously?” Billy asked, because this had to be a joke. Like, Steve was bi, he knew that, but Billy was pretty sure he wasn’t Steve’s type. He’d seen him go out with petite brunettes and some stockier ones, but cut blondes? Steve just didn’t date guys who looked like Billy. Which was fine. Really. “Like, I’m not on Pranked or something?”

“Why would Pranked ask someone to give a blow job? They couldn’t air that--” Steve shook his head. “No, that’s not the point.” He bit his lip and looked Billy in the eye again. “I’m serious. I’m trying to get a full theme and I just don’t have the bells, and no one is buying my radishes--”

“Okay, okay,” Billy chuckled, turning off his switch before texting Max that something came up and he’d be on to play later. He got an immediate response but chucked his phone to the side, focusing on Steve. “If you’re serious, I mean like, I’m not gonna say no.” He gave a sleazy grin, masking the fact that his heart was beating incredibly fast. It wasn’t like Billy’d dreamed of this since he’d met Steve. Wasn’t like he’d imagined all the different kinds of things he’d do to Steve, or have Steve do to him. Wasn’t like he’d imagined them on dates and building a life together. Billy definitely didn’t lie awake at night wondering if there was a way to get Steve to live with him forever, no siree.

“Really?” Steve asked, perking up a little. “You don’t think it’s--”

“Harrington,” Billy said, sucking a breath. “If you don’t wanna do this, you can just like, buy me a fucking pizza--” But before Billy could finish his sentence, Steve was climbing onto his bed. Billy’s mouth went dry and he shoved his excitement down as best he could. He was already getting a little hard, just watching Steve settle between his legs. Billy propped himself up against the headboard, swallowing thickly. He had to play it cool. Steve gently pulled Billy’s sweats down with his pointer fingers, smirking a little when he saw that Billy was already chubbing up.

“Excited?” He teased.

“I haven’t gotten action in a while, Harrington, don’t flatter yourself.” It wasn’t a total lie. Billy did what he needed with random hook ups, but in the past week he’d been without. Especially after he moaned Steve’s name with the last guy that he’d fucked around with. Seemed like asking for trouble.

“Sure,” Steve said with a roll of his eyes. He was smiling though and when he looked back down at Billy’s half hard dick, he licked his lips. Billy had to bite his lip.

Steve’s tongue was wet, warm, and gentle as he licked a stripe up Billy’s shaft, cradling Billy’s dick in one hand. The other moved to grab Billy’s balls, groping them firmly. Billy let out a shuddery breath, unable to tear his eyes away from where Steve was giving the head kitten licks. He stroked Billy, playing with his foreskin, running his tongue along the inside of the skin around the head.

“Shit,” Billy hissed, gripping the sheets in his fists. Steve looked up and smirked before doing the same thing again. He pulled his hand up, bunching the foreskin around the head so he could tongue underneath, pulling the skin back to take the head into his mouth. Billy watched, breath coming in short as his dick steadily filled out. This was… Billy knew a blow job done to get the job done. Knew the urgency and near disinterest that came with it. Steve was enjoying himself. He was taking his time, eyes closed as he bobbed on Billy’s cock. He slurped around the shaft, pulling off to kiss along the vein on the underside, gently scraping his teeth along the velvety skin.

It took all of Billy’s strength not to grab Steve by the hair.

Steve panted against Billy’s groin, breath hot and wet as he kissed at the base. He slowly kissed his way up, pulling Billy’s foreskin down to kiss the edge of the head, making Billy’s toes curl and his fists pull at the sheets. Billy let out a breathy moan, torn between squeezing his eyes shut and keeping them open so he could burn this image into his brain. The way Steve’s mouth looked, slick with spit, red and so soft. Fuck-- The way his fingers looked, gripping Billy’s wet and throbbing cock, pulling down the skin so he could makeout with the head of Billy’s dick. His breath came in shorter as Steve tongued the slit, pulling back to spit into his hand a few times before stroking Billy’s cock in time with his kitten licks. His eyes were closed, cheeks flushed, and Billy let himself pretend for just a moment that this was more than it was.

Steve chose that moment to look up, brown eyes blown with lust. He pressed the flat of his tongue against the head, slowly dragging Billy’s dick down. It was too much.

Billy gasped, breath hitching on a quiet moan as he came, shooting onto Steve’s tongue and upper lip, some hitting his cheek. Steve’s eyes fluttered shut and he let out a quiet moan, sucking the tip to get every last drop he could.

“Fuck, dude, sorry,” Billy panted, trying to catch his breath. “Shit, I didn’t--” Steve just pinched his hip, making Billy swat at his hand.

“It’s fine,” Steve said, voice rough. He smiled, swiping the jizz on his face off with his thumb. He brought it to his mouth, sucking it off with a pop. “Seriously fine.” Billy pulled his sweats back up, glad he was sitting down or his knees might have been too shaky.

“1,000,000 you said?” Billy asked, breathless and trying not to panic. Steve got up, tying his sweater around his waist.

“I think that’s fair,” Steve said with a grin. Billy looked up at him with a blank look, making Steve chuckle as he ducked out of Billy’s room. “I’ll let you know when you can visit my island and see what your sugar daddy money did!” He shouted.

Billy ignored how hot his face was and sent Steve 2,000,000 bells before pulling his blankets around him and calling Heather.

“Billy, this is a horrible idea.” Heather was focused on painting her toenails, but her words were sharp and hit Billy right in his guilt.

“I know,” he groaned, leaning his head against the back of the couch. He held the bottle of polish out for her, so she could lean forward and dip into it without spilling. The couch had enough stains already. “But we both know I have absolutely no self control. There was no way I wasn’t gonna say yes to that.”

“If he asks again you have to say no.” Heather looked up when Billy didn’t reply. “No, Billy.”

“But I always luck out and I have like, so many bells and some kinda cool stuff maybe he’d want--”

“Then just gift it?” Heather said, going back to her toes. “I don’t see why you can’t just give it to him.”

“He’s got some complex, Heaths, you know that,” Billy sighed. “I once tried to give him a slice of pizza that I didn’t want, and he literally did the math to pay for the slice. Says his parents bailed him out enough he wanted to pay for his stuff on his own. Didn’t wanna flaunt his privilege.” Billy ran his free hand over his face. “I bet I made it awkward,” he grumbled. “I’m never gonna be able to look him in the eye again. It’ll just remind me--” He cut himself off, groaning. “Why am I an idiot?”

“‘Cause you think with your dick,” Heather replied with no hesitation. “It won’t be weird if you don’t let it happen again.”

It happened again. And again. And again.

Any time Steve wanted something in Animal Crossing that Billy had, he’d offer a blow job. Always a blow job. And Billy, like the sad sack he was, always said yes. It became a weekly occurrence. Happened enough that Billy didn’t even question it when Steve moved up after sucking him off, kissing Billy and sharing the taste of his cum. That also turned into a regular thing.

It was dangerous, this game they were playing. Billy thought maybe he’d be able to put his feelings aside and just let this happen. Just enjoy the feeling of getting to have Steve. Even if he didn’t. Not really. He just needed to remember that.

It was about a month later when the shit hit the fan.

“Steve, have you seen my red button up?” Billy called from his closet. Billy had really thought maybe he could separate his feelings from the blow jobs if he tried really hard, but once again, he’d been lying to himself. So, he’d gone on Grindr and gotten himself a date. A date that was gonna end, hopefully, in sex good enough for Billy to finally deny Steve. That maybe he’d be fucked out enough to not jump at the chance to see those red lips stretched around his dick.

Yeah, right.

“Yeah, it’s in the laundry room, hung up,” Steve replied. He was leaning against the kitchen counter as Billy went by, slurping some sweet milk from his bowl of cereal. “Why? You only wear it for fancy occasions.”

“I got a date,” Billy said, slipping his arms into the shirt. There was a clink and a smash from the kitchen, and Billy poked his head out of the laundry room. Steve had his back to him, shoulders tense, as he picked up the bowl shards. “Butter fingers much?” Billy teased. Steve just grunted, ignoring him as he angrily threw the shards away, grabbing a rag. “Jesus,” Billy grumbled, coming out of the laundry room as he buttoned his shirt. “What crawled up your ass.”

“Nothing,” Steve replied, curt and definitely pissed off about something. “Absolutely nothing.”

“That’s a fucking lie,” Billy scoffed, putting his hands on his hips with a frown. Steve just squeezed out the milk into the sink before going back to wipe up the rest. “Seriously, dude. You were fine like two seconds ago--”

“Oh my god!” Steve exclaimed, chucking the rag onto the linoleum with a wet slap. He whipped around, eyes all fire and fury. “Just go on your fucking date already! I’m fine.” And Billy didn’t have time for this. If Steve wanted to be a passive aggressive little bitch, Billy wasn’t gonna stick around for the tantrum.

“Don’t come crying to me later, Harrington,” Billy snapped, stomping back to his room. He swiped up his keys and shoved his wallet into his back pocket, slipping his phone into the other. After slipping on his jacket, Billy made his way to the front door, resolutely not looking in the kitchen. He could see Steve out of the corner of his eye, but ignored the weird stone settling in his stomach. Normally, Billy said something to the effect of see you later, because he had to. Didn’t wanna leave without the promise of coming back. But he was feeling hurt. Feeling petty. So he didn’t.

The date was horrible. The guy was way more boring than his profile, a huge dick, and so far up a pyramid scheme’s ass that he spent the whole date trying to convince Billy to take some exercise supplement or oil. He didn’t remember because he didn’t fucking care. The whole date the only thing he could think about was Steve. He hated leaving angry. They’d done that whole song and dance when they’d moved in together, butting heads immediately. They’d been mean to each other, rude and snarky, often having fights that lasted days.

But they’d moved past that. They’d sat down and talked it out and that had been the start of Billy moving past lusting for Harrington to actually wanting him. And Billy might have fucked it all up. Not that Harrington was making it easy, but Billy had once again been thinking with his dick.

The apartment was dark when he got back, which wasn’t weird necessarily, but it put Billy on edge. Steve was a night owl, lost track of time, but sometimes he’d crawl into bed early. Maybe today was one of those days. Billy checked his phone. It was barely past 9. It made something like worry clench around his lungs. Maybe Steve wasn’t here. His car had been in the lot, but maybe he’d gone on a walk.

The floorboards creaked as Billy made his way towards the back hall. Everything was quiet and heavy. Billy hated it. He knocked on Steve’s door.

“Harrington?” He asked. There was no response. Billy considered knocking again, but instead went into his room and shut the door. He sat on the edge of his bed and pulled off his boots. He sighed, heavy and hard, resting his head in his hands. “Shit.” Billy stood and took off his jeans and shirt, pulling on a pair of gym shorts. Maybe he’d wait up and see if Steve was out and about to come home. He wasn’t super tired anyway.

Billy was halfway through a bowl when Steve came home. He was stumbling, definitely drunk, and he squinted at Billy before scoffing. He kicked his shoes off, pushing the front door shut with a click.

“Thought-- Thought you woulda been out,” he slurred. He swayed a little on his feet sending an angry look Billy’s way. He really didn’t fucking get why.

“Guy was a total loser,” Billy grumbled, taking another hit. “Wouldn’t shut up about some bullshit pyramid scheme. Like I give a shit about that.” Steve snorted, pausing only a moment before making his way to the couch. He collapsed next to Billy, who held the pipe out to him. Steve took it and took a large hit, staring up at the ceiling.

“So why’d you even go?” His voice was small, sad. Billy looked at him, brow furrowed.

“What?”

“If he was a loser. Why’d you even go?” Steve was still staring at the ceiling, eyes sad. He sagged into the couch, all anger gone. Which wasn’t a great sign. Billy furrowed his brow.

“Are you okay?” Steve let out a bark of laughter, cold and mean.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Fucking cut that out!” Billy snapped. Steve jumped a little, head lolling to look at Billy with wide eyes. “Your shit matters, Harrington. Stop pretending like it doesn’t. We’re friends, man.” Steve’s eyes clenched shut and he let out a shaky breath. Billy felt something a little cold grip his heart at how sad Steve looked about that.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “Friends.” Billy thought it might be the weed that made him say what he did.

“Do you… Not wanna be my friend?” He asked, tense. Steve furrowed his brow, giving Billy a weird look.

“What? Of course I wanna be your friend.”

“So why do you seem so upset about it?” Billy asked. He was confused. He was stoned. He was in love with a boy who didn’t love him back, and he just… He wanted the truth. Even if it was gonna hurt. Steve was quiet, eyes wide and vulnerable. They darted to Billy’s lips then back to his eyes.

“Because I wanna be more.” Billy sucked in a shocked breath, eyes going wide. Everything clicked into place. “I know… I know you don’t like… do relationships,” Steve grumbled, rubbing at his eye. “And this is my own fucking fault. I was the one who started this whole thing -- my island looks dope by the way, you still haven’t come to see it -- ‘cause I thought it’d help me like, get over you if I got it out of my system but--”

“--it just made it worse,” Billy finished for him, quiet. Steve nodded, swallowing and closing his eyes. Billy was trying to keep his heart from bursting out of his chest. Because he was so stupid. Because Steve had a lot of love languages, and Billy had been waiting for the words when he should have been paying attention.

“We should, uh, probably stop,” Steve forced out. His voice was still slurred, he was still incredibly drunk, and Billy wished he was sober so they could really have this conversation. “I can stay with Robin for a bit too, let you have some space, and we can make boundaries--”

“Steve,” Billy said. Steve’s voice dried up and he looked at Billy, scared and open and so fucking beautiful. “I only went out with that guy because I’ve been trying to get over you for months.” Steve’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. “I’ve liked you since we met, and it only got worse. And then you asked to suck me off and I just--” Billy sighed, blushing. “You know I think with my dick.” Steve snorted, but flung an arm out, slapping around until he found Billy’s hand to hold.

“You do,” he replied.

“I’m so gone on you, Steve Harrington,” Billy sighed with a smile. “You don’t don’t even know, man.” Steve smiled back, shy and sweet.

“Aww,” he whispered. There was a pause before Steve pursed his lips and gave a nod. “Hey, you wanna grab the trash can, ‘cause I’m not gonna make it to the bathroom--” Billy grabbed the trash can from beside the couch, dumping its contents out and getting it under Steve’s head right before he puked. As Steve heaved, Billy rubbed his back, wondering how even this made his heart race.

“Let’s talk in the morning, yeah?”

All Steve could do was nod.

A week later, Billy was playing on his switch, battling Max, when Steve moved from beside him. He settled himself between Billy’s legs, licking his lips as he massaged at Billy’s dick. Billy grunted, eyes flicking away from the screen for only a moment.

“What do you want this time?” He asked. “It’ll have to wait till after this game.”

“Can’t I just suck my boyfriend off?” Steve teased. Billy snorted, but couldn’t hide his blush.

“You sure? I just got that couch thing you were talking about…”

“How about,” Steve said, stroking Billy’s hardening cock through his shorts, “We play a little game? I’ll hold your dick in my mouth, just a nice, light suck, and if you can be a good boy, as well as win the game,” Steve paused for effect with a smile. “Maybe I’ll let you cum.” Billy’s breath hitched and his dick kicked under Steve’s palm, making his smile grow.

“Yeah, okay, shit,” Billy breathed out.

And while Steve pulled down his shorts and slowly took Billy into his mouth, just holding him there, tongue moving on occasion and making Billy’s breath come in short, he thought about how far they’d come. Thought about how happy he was. About how Steve sucked his dick for fun now, not just the shit Billy would gift him in Animal Crossing (his island really was coming together nicely).

But then Steve sucked, and he didn’t think much at all.

[diorthesuperior]

Skype calls

junhao smut + reader

oral, guided maturbation

[ come back soon pls >:( ]

That was the last text you had sent Jun.

He had been promoting in China for the past few weeks and you missed him more than you could have imagined. You were sexually frustrated as you had been use to the routine of his “daily punishments" and love. You craved nothing more than to be touched and hear his voice talk you down like old times.

You shifted in your bed, latching onto the cushion that smelled of his cologne. You hugged onto it tightly looking blankly at the wall.

You lived with Jun, Minghao, Hoshi and Dino in a flat. The other units lived in separate flats next door for space. Your double bed was empty because Jun wasn't there. Though you and Jun were in a relationship the members really believed Jun was the lonely kind who valued his own time. Little did they know he was busy fucking you and doing all the sexual desires you had and his. He was experimental and liked trying new things. You really had became too use to it so the absence of him made you so frustrated.

You continued staring blankly at the wall until the memory hit of when he fucked you against that wall.

“UGH” you pressed your head into the cushion deeply, not a care in the world if you suffocated.

It wasn't fair. You needed him.

[JUN]

[JUN]

[I want you]

[Are your promotions nearly over?]

[I saw your recent photo]

[I wish you were fucking me with your fingers]

[Jun?]

[ >:'( ]

The door creaked and Minghao walked in abruptly. You didn't really know why he was there but it took your interest. You sat at the upper side of your bed and questioned his moves. He lifted your MacBook onto the bottom of you bed and sat there with it, opening it up.

“What are you doing? "

" Minghao what the fuck you can't just barge in on me like that”

“Get off my laptop”

“Are you fucking listening ugh”

You give up with the lack of response and fall back onto you mattress. Even though you wearing pajama shorts and a shirt you felt heated up, unsure if the source sparked from minghao or your need for Jun to abruptly enter the room and fuck you into oblivion.

Suddenly, a familiar sound rang through your ears. You glanced up at Minghao and then at your MacBook. A Skype call was connecting up.

A black square appeared and loaded a face.

“Hey Jun” Minghao greeted with a hint of smug to his voice.

Your head shot up and your eyes layes on the screen. Your boy. Jun. Dressed in his MC outfit from his earlier schedule, a white silk shirt and black jeans. The frame showed his smiley bright face with his prominent cheeks. His skin was glowing with his home melanin. The way his hair was styled was hot, his forehead showing.

“Junhui! I-”

“Ah ah ah” Jun stalled you from finishing your sentence waving his finger and nodding his head from left to right.

“Minghao told me you were acting off, is that so?”

“N-No?”

“You know better than to lie”

"I don't understand" you stretched out your legs with a confused expression.

“I saw your messages by the way”

“Oh.. yeah.. those”

“So something was definitely off. Luckily Minghao was too considerate and went ahead and messaged me about his concern regarding you"

“If not this wouldn't be happening”

“This?” you asked.

Minghaos hands grabbed your lower legs dragging and spreading your legs down towards him.

Your face turnes a light shade of red, your ears heating up.

“w-w-what”

“Hey Jun, she's been really missing you, look she even has her legs spread for you infront of this cam, have you done this before?” Minghao says in a teasing voice winking at Jun, turning his head to look back at you.

“no..”

“That's a lie, she's called me once or twice as I guided her through masturbation, she's quite a slut for these things”

You squeezed your knees together in shame.

“So Minghao that's what you're gonna help me out with, sadly I can't be there to play with my needy whore”

“No need to further explain, I understand” Minghao spoke out adjusting the position of the laptop for a better view.

He pulled you down lower on the bed, bringing his hands from your lower legs to you upper inner thigh gently rubbing at your flesh in slow circles.

“Now baby girl you're gonna put that head back and listen to daddy's voice while minghao helps out, got it? ”

You nervously look at Jun on the screen in shame of the situation but you can't help but follow his commands. Being so desperate and horny quickened the decision.

“Yes daddy”

The idea of Minghao being there also turned you on even more. Being so needy and exposed infront of someone other than Jun really made you heat up. Jun was right after all. He knew you had an exhibitionist side and said how he'd prove it one day. Here you were, legs spread infront of Minghao and a laptop that showed Jun.

“That's right slut spread them legs, help Minghao and remove those short shorts of yours. I hope you haven't been wearing them to show off your ass to the others.”

“No daddy I wouldn't I-”

“Remove them sweetie”

You fidget about and remove your shorts and thong throwing them aside.

“Such a slut, Minghao move me closer so I can see her pretty cunt”

His words went straight to your core. The two of them were looking at your exposed body and damn did it make you want to cum right there.

“Daddy please don't leave me exposed say something”

“Needy eh? I was going to go slow but because of how much of a whore you are I have to change plan. Minghao go over to the drawer I told you about”

You shiver knowing damn well what the drawer was and had inside.

“Jun no please”

“Oh its only to warm you up”

Minghao walked over with a nearly intimidating stance, holding a toy, a pink bullet.

“Slut close your eyes and imagine I'm there”

“Mmm" you moan half because of his degradation and words and also because Minghao clicked on the vibrator and sat down beside your entrance.

“So spread those legs so I can rub your lips with my long fingers, so I can spread your wetness, you're so wet for me.”

Minghao followed along with Jun's words, making the experience realistic. His long cold fingers met your lips and spread them, the cold sensation making you shudder.

“Mm minghao fuck”

“Eh? Don't be such a slut, remember who your daddy is” Jun interrupted in a low tone turning you on further.

Part of you would have liked to disrespect him more and hear that sweet voice that would make you cum in and instance. But you didn't want to go against him today.

“Sorry daddy just feels-so-good”

Minghao placed the vibrator against you're core and pressed it up against your clit making you moan out. You lifted the cushion to your face to hide your vulnerable self and loud noises.

“Don't hide your face I want to see your expressions of neediness. The flat should be empty so let me hear those noises whore.”

Minghao grabbed the cushion from you with his spare hand and threw it away. You were on display and you were Minghaos canvas to work on.

He switched the intensity of the vibrator to the max and watched you whine and shake as he held your legs apart with his spare hand and side.

“Daddy I'm so close” you cry.

“My sluts so desperate and sensitive. You're weak.”

Just as you are about to cum Minghao completely edges you, removing the vibrator and all contact with you.

You whine in response, so needy to be fulfilled.

“That's not fair”

“You don't get a say on this whore deal with it”

Minghao gathers your wetness onto his fingers and easily eases two inside of you slightly curled. The moan that emerged from your throat was truly pornographic. It even got Minghao harder than he already had been. Jun watched as his bestfriend pulled whines from your body. It was hot. The pace of Minghao fingers nearly doubled in speed compared to when he started, making you cry out.

“Do you feel good? crying out daddies name so loudly? I would hope the windows are closed so the other units can't hear”

You gasp in shame again but also the idea of being heard made you wetter.

“I hope that one spot is getting hit repeatedly inside of you, I want to hear those uncontrollable moans you use to do when I was back home with you”

Minghao took this as a message and eased another finger in, curling them even more and pumped in and out. He hit it. The spot. The sounds you made were desperate and full of pleasure.

“I don't think being heard is any problem to you, whore you love it”

“Yes daddy”

“I bet you'd like my tongue and lips on your pussy right now”

You squirmed, closing your legs but were stopped by Minghao.

His head lowers closer to you core, inches away from your sensitivity.

“I bet you smell so good” Junhui remarked, smirking at you who was looking down at Minghao at your entrance.

He pointed his tongue and used the tip of it in a way you longed for. He licked a stripe up your core making you moan Jun's name.

He let the absence of his title slip because he was intrigued by your fucked out expression and noises.

“That's it moan for me, cum on my tongue”

Minghao sped up the speed of his tongue and paused to suck on your clit slightly humming on it making you pull at his mullet and throw your head back.

“I'm close so fucking close”

“Ask nicely”

"Daddy can I cum”

You look at the screen and see Jun nodding with a smirk, you also see yourself in your frame with minghaos lips at your exposed pussy.

Everything was becoming too much and you reached the edge. You came hard on minghaos tongue but he continued lapping his tongue around your clit as you rode out your orgasm. You were sensitive but he kept going, humming on your clit and even slipped his fingers inside you at the same time. Without much work another orgasm waved upon you. You came all over his long fingers and tongue. Minghao licked you clean making you shiver from sensitivity.

“Such a good slut. Minghao can you show me your fingers. I wanna see how much of a mess my slut made”

Minghao showed his fingers to him, your cum covered them. Jun grunted when he saw.

“I wish I could taste you baby girl, come over here, closer to the camera so I can see you better”

You shuffle forward to the cam where minghao was.

“Now suck his fingers clean while looking at me”

Without hesitation you wrap your lips around Minghaos fingers, sucking them and bobbing your head as if it were dick, tasting yourself.

“How did she taste?”

“Sweet” Minghao replied with a smirk as he watched you suck his fingers.

You let go with a pop sound, keeping eye contact with Jun.

“I admit you're a slut but you're hot. I wish you could've helped with the problem in my pants”

“oh?” you looked through the screen, realizing he didn't show his bottom half but he was sat back looking pretty sweaty.

“Check your snapchat”

“Oh and Minghao thank you for telling me about her mood today and helping out with her desperate self, you're the best”

Minghao smiled at Jun kindly and nodded. The call ended and Minghao looked back at you. You felt a little awkward.

“T-thanks, you're really good with your hands”

“Not the first time I've been told that”

He smirked over at you and the mess you are.

“He said check snapchat, he sent some videos and pictures.”

“Oh yeah-”

“Here you'll probably want this” Minghao propped himself off the bed standing up and dropped the object in his hand onto the bed.

The vibrator.

He smirked at you and you threw the cushion from earlier at him, completely missing. He giggled so cutely for someone who had just done all that. He continued giggling and zoomed towards the door smiling.

“zàijiàn”

“oh and before I go” he said peeping his head at the side of the door into your room beaming.

“He's coming home on Saturday, be ready for a threesome. Wear sexy lingerie”

Before you could question anything he had left.

“Some welcome home party”

[theonewiththefanfics]

Hawkins’ Charm (Part 1/?)

Synopsys: They had gotten out of Hawkins. After all the shit that had happened, all the heartache and pain, Billy and the Reader had gotten away from that hellhole, building their life in California as he had dreamed. But when Max’s graduation rolls around and they go to celebrate, it’s as if the Upside Down was just waiting for all of them to return. And it has a bone to pick.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x f!Reader; platonic!Steve Harrington x f!Reader

Genre: angst, fluff, implied SMUT

Warnings: implied SMUT but not full on, blood, gore, mentions of death and injuries, mentions of abuse, swearing, mentions of anxiety and PTSD

Word count: 5007

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CONDONE BILLY’S ACTIONS AND THE THINGS HE’S DONE! THIS IS BASICALLY AN AU, WHEN REALLY LOOKING AT IT! SPOILERS FOR S3! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!

Billy was a sight for sore eyes as he stepped out from the ocean, blond curls stuck to his head much like his swim trunks to his legs, the board slapped under his armpit as he shook out the warm droplets from his locks.        He ran past a little girl with light hair as she built a sandcastle and dropped down next to Y/N, who had been hiding under an umbrella to escape the direct heat of the day, a book clutched between her fingers.        “You gotta come into the water,” he groaned and laid down on his back onto the sheet, eyes locked onto hers that were hidden behind sunglasses. “It’s amazing.”        And it was. Everything was amazing ever since they’d fucked out of Hawkins. He was a different man; he had scars to prove it. The second September had rolled around, and he had been discharged from the hospital, Billy had gathered his stuff, Y/N hers, and together they’d made their way to California.        “I bet it is,” she mumbled still not looking down at him, “but stuffs getting pretty amazing here as well,” she nodded with her chin to the book where the main character was gearing up for the final showdown.        Billy huffed and rolled on top of Y/N’s legs making her grunt as she felt his weight settle on her thighs, and his hand snatched away the book, but not before dogearing the page.        “Yeah, well, the weather report says it’s gonna be pretty shit for the next two weeks, so why don’t you keep that for when we can’t get outside the apartment, and get a bit wet right now,” his tone was sultry and suggestive even though he meant it in a bit different of a way than usual. But Y/N could also play that game.        “I dunno,” she slid her palm up his chest noting how her blue nail polish had chipped away at the edges, “I’d like it if it was you making me wet.”        She got the reaction she had hoped. Billy moaned dropping his head to her chest, and his hands wove around her waist gripping at her sides as if she’d disappear unless he held onto her.        For so long it had felt that way. Y/N had been an enigma when he’d first seen her. She had made sure everyone in Hawkins knew – she was back. 

       Def Leppard blasted through the air as she drove inside the school’s parking lot, hands tapping against the wheel to the rhythm of the song. Billy’s eyes had immediately latched on to the Oldsmobile 442 and the Y/H/C haired kid who jumped out of it.        “Don’t be late, I have shit to do!” a girl hollered after the boy as she stepped out of the car, but he just held up a middle finger in response, as she heard his old friends scream in excitement seeing Alex return to their group.        “Is that Y/N Y/L/N or are my eyes deceiving me?” Steve Harrington’s annoying voice was next, but the smile that the girl threw his way from where the other guy was coming behind him, knocked Billy off balance. He didn’t even know her, yet he was already done for it.        “I dunno,” she bounded over to Steve and wrapped him in a tight hug, making Billy suck harsher on the cigarette between his lips. “Is that the King of Hawkins or just a dick?”        Steve sighed and rolled his eyes. He didn’t even get the chance to say he’d been dethroned a year ago when Nancy’s squeal made him put his hands over his ears.        “Holy shit, I can’t believe you’re back!” she leapt out of Johnathan’s car without even waiting for him to properly stop.        “Better believe it, Nance!” Y/N muttered in the crook of her best friend’s neck. “Hawkins!” she suddenly hollered. “Your heart and soul is back!”        Billy had watched the interactions without even a word, just admiring the stranger with the shining Y/E/C eyes before Tommy and Carol broke the silence with a scoff.        “Can’t believe that bitch is back," she mumbled under her breath.        “What?” Billy whipped his head to the side and saw Tommy shake his head.        “After Barb went missing, she moved to New York. The Big Apple for fuck’s sake.” Seeing the blond’s raised eyebrow, he elaborated. “They were best friends. Guess it took a toll on her, and she couldn’t stay here anymore. The chick’s really an idiot if she’s back. Fuck, what wouldn’t I give to live in New York?”        Carol only sneered. Y/N had been one of the most popular girls in school, but she hadn’t been a bitch or stuck up, and every guy seeing her step out of the car in the mornings would instantly start to drool at the sight of her.        “Hey Y/L/N!” Carol yelled over the commotion of the arriving students and plastered on a fake smile, drawing Y/N’s attention to her group. When Billy saw her eyes scan over him, he felt an unfamiliar feeling settle in the pit of his stomach. He bristled a bit as she gave him a small smile before giving Carol the attention she craved. “Didn’t expect to see you here. Thought you’d forget our small town after moving to the East coast.”        But Y/N just shrugged leaning against Steve’s side. “Hawkins has it’s… charm.” She was not going to admit that the real reason her mom had moved them to New York was because of her anxiety and PTSD since the Demogorgon incident had been so bad she spent her nights jolting awake every five minutes. Thinking it was because of Barb’s disappearance her mother decided to take Y/N away from the place that stimulated those fears.        Now that she was done with therapy, they’d come back for senior year. Despite everything, Hawkins was her home.        Billy snorted at her response, and that only made her raise her eyebrow. “Hawkins’s a shithole.”        “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure,” Y/N winked in his direction, making a smirk appear on his face. Yeah. He liked her a lot already.        “You going to Tina’s bash tonight?” Carol butted in, popping the bubble she’d made with her gum.        “Depends, are you gonna be there?”        Carol scoffed. “Of course. Everyone who knows what fun is, will be there.”        “Then Imma pass,” Y/N gave her a sarcastic smile. “Don’t want my night ruined by a bitch in faux leather pants.”        Steve, Nancy and Johnathan all let out small laughs as she turned around, hooking her elbow through Steve’s and Nance’s arms making their way into the school, and leaving behind the new king with his lackeys.        But Billy had to just make her notice him fully. “Hey sweetheart!” he hollered, making Y/N turn around and smirk. “And if I said I was gonna be there to keep her away from you?”        “I dunno,” she yelled back at him. “Are you gonna save me a dance?”        “I’ll save the whole night for you!”        Y/N gave him a wide smile and skipped backwards, not giving him an answer. As the bell rang, he yelled again after her, but she just waved her hand above her head and disappeared into the crowd.        In the end, she had shown up at the party. With AC/DC’s TNT roaring through the house, Y/N had pulled Nancy and Steve along. Johnathan was back at his house, Will and the rest of the Party welcoming Alex back with their usual D&D match, but because Joyce had to take a late shift, he was stuck there babysitting.        “I’ll get us drinks,” Steve said over the loud noises and the counting as someone was doing a keg stand.        The two girls nodded, and Y/N started to sway to the rhythm of the music.        “He’s bad news, I’m telling you,” Nancy repeated for like the twentieth time that day.        “I’m not going to do anything, Nance, come on,” she whined and chuckled. “Yeah, he’s a hot piece of ass, but you mess with my friends, you mess with me. I was just trying not to be a complete bitch.”        “I mean that’s pretty impossible, but sure,” Carol’s sarcastic voice invaded their conversation, and Y/N had to give herself a mental pep talk to not clock the other girl in her teeth. Some things had changed in Hawkins, but that hadn’t.        Turning around she put a hand on her hip and tilted her head. “Takes one to know one.”        “Don’t be a dick, Carol,” Billy interrupted before she could sneer a response. “Besides, I think I saw Tommy sucking Vicky’s face so you might wanna check up on that.”        With a flick of her hair, she stomped away weaving between the already drunk and the about to be drunk people.        “I didn’t need you to save me,” Y/N remarked. “Let alone from Carol. She’s a pain in the ass, but she’s harmless.”        “Yes, well, I did promise to keep her away from you,” Billy turned his charm on from ten to one-hundred as usually by that point the girl was ready to slip to her knees, but not her.        “That’s before I found out that the biggest dick is not the one between your legs, but just you.”        “Come on, dollface,” he leaned against the doorway where she’d remained as Nancy had gone to look for Steve and what was taking him so long to get the drinks, “you told me to save you a dance,” Billy said through a sly smile, but his heart dropped to his stomach when she responded, arms crossed over her chest. Usually, when a girl did that, his eyes immediately would flit down to be greeted by a gorgeous sight, but Y/N’s face had none of the light-heartedness that he’d seen in the morning.        “And it turns out, you beat up one of my best friends, and a middle schooler last year. I don’t deal with shitbags like that.”        Billy’s jaw clenched as Y/N turned around and ventured into the kitchen having given up on her two friends to find their way back. They’d meet at some point.        “Yeah, well it was warranted.”        “Really?” she raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow downing a cup of Pure Fuel like it was nothing when even Billy scrunched up his face while drinking that piss. “So, what did Lucas, a thirteen-year-old did so bad that he deserved to be smashed against the wall by practically a grown up?”        He hated being called out like that, the fist at his side balling up in anger as Y/N just stared at him unwavering and steady.        “Thought so,” she muttered, grabbed another drink and ducked under his arm that had been placed by her head        For the first time in his life, he said, “How do I make it better?” as she turned to look at him where he remained in his spot.        “You start with an apology,” and then she was lost between the moving bodies. He’d searched for Y/N throughout the night but was unable to come upon the feisty new-girl-that-was-not-so-new, and somehow, he knew she wouldn’t show up unless things changed.        And though he hated change because nothing good had ever come out of it, he actually tried. The next day after basketball practice Billy had apologized, through gritted teeth and clenched fists, but he had asked Steve’s forgiveness, and that same evening he’d followed Max inside the arcade to see Lucas and say he was sorry.        Despite how he had started off the previous year as the Keg King and the newly crowned King of Hawkins, slowly Billy started to clean up his act. Sure, he never backed down from a fight once he was involved making sure the person knew not to mess with him, but he no longer instigated them, unless it was warranted, and the walls he had so meticulously built around his heart were broken down brick by brick by a girl with a wide smile and eyes that sparkled like the stars in the sky.        The following summer changed everything though. As he’d gotten a job at the local pool in order to gather a bit of money for when he’d skip town for California, an alien from another dimension had taken control of his body. It was right after their eight-month anniversary as he’d taken Y/N to see Terminator because of her incessant begging, his world had been turned upside down. Literally.        Billy was basically a prisoner in his own mind, made to watch how his hands had wrapped around Y/N’s throat at one point and squeezed so hard that she’d passed out. It was Eleven’s harsh slam of telekinetic power that sent him through the concrete wall of the boy’s locker room at the pool, that somewhat allowed him to understand what was happening.        But it was far from over. Only when the Mind Flayer had brought its monster to the mall, Eleven limply hanging over his shoulder as he placed her on the floor did his eyes snap to the back of the court and zeroed in on his girlfriend’s face. More so the blue-black bruises that adorned her neck like a brutal chain.        Fireworks exploded all around him, and he felt the Mind Flayer recoil in pain from the flashes. It was Y/N firing a shotgun to take its attention off of the incapacitated girl when Billy was able to fully break free from the grasp, it had on him.        Two tentacles latched onto his sides, but the pain would all be worth it if he could make it right. He’d been the one to screw everything up. He had to make it right.        One that was aimed dead centre on his heart came flying out of its mouth, but it never struck. It hovered in the air a bit, as Billy saw Eleven’s outstretched hand keeping it away, and then next motion was a leaping Y/N with an axe in her hand chopping away at the limbs before the Mind Flayer retreated and stumbled all around as it screeched loudly at the feeling of the Gate being closed.        The last thing Billy saw before the monster the Mind Flayer had created fell dead, was Y/N’s face with tears streaming down it, her gentle palms holding onto his cheeks, and he heard Max calling his name.        He woke up in absolute agony, his sides burning and screaming from where the thing had latched onto him. After having heard Billy’s whimpering, Y/N’s head shot up from where she’d fallen asleep and called for a nurse. As he was sedated once more, he had dozed off to the soft whispers of her voice telling him it would all be okay. He wasn’t alone. And she’d be right there. His father hadn’t even visited, but Y/N never left. Never would.        And she was right there. Sunglasses pushed up to her forehead and smirking at him, gentle palms having settled on the nasty scars that adorned his sides. Y/N still loved him despite that.        “Trust me,” he groaned coming back to the reality of California and out the memories that had been his senior year and summer in Hawkins. “I wanna do that so bad, and I know I don’t have to do much to have you writhing and panting my name,” Billy leaned down and bit her earlobe, hearing Y/N’s shaky exhale. “And I will when we’re home, don’t you worry… but first, we gotta catch the little monster!”        He flipped around and grabbed at the little girl that had stopped playing in the sand and had decided to sneak up on the pair.        “Daddy, no!” her loud squeals as Billy tickled her sides were echoed by the other kids also laughing somewhere down the beach.        “You think you can sneak up on us and not suffer the consequences?” he gently lifted the toddler in the air and blew raspberries on her stomach making her laugh harder than before.        “Mommy, save me!”        “Sorry, hunny,” Y/N replied placing her sunglasses back on her nose, “I can’t hear you!”        But the girl just laughed harder, and Billy’s smile widened. This was his life now. A kid, a wife, a beautiful apartment that overlooked the beach. He’d gotten his dream despite all the shit that had happened, despite the shit his dad had put him through, calling him worthless and a waste of breath, Billy had proved him wrong.        Well, Neil didn’t know that. The only person in Hawkins he still kept in contact with was Max, who was also the only person in his family that knew about his marriage and baby girl Clara. He wasn’t going to let Neil taint the one pure thing in his life.        “Mommy save me from the tickle monster!” her daughter screamed as she was running to jump in Y/N’s arms, Billy chasing the three-year-old. She was just about to let Clara leap in her lap when her little fingers dug in her own sides, grabbing at the skin and tickling her.        “You traitors!” Y/N laughed seizing her daughter and returning the favor.        That’s how their day went – giggling and relaxing by the beach, with Billy surfing the waves of the Pacific Ocean and helping Clara build sand castles from time to time. As the sun slowly dipped closer to the horizon, they gathered their stuff and placed everything in the Camaro that Billy still couldn’t let go of.        Their cat Thor greeted the trio as they finally arrived home, Y/N having been and still being a nerd in her own right.        “Kitty!” Clara squealed, and the cat dashed away from her grabby hands.        “Come on,” Y/N sighed placing the big beach bag on the floor and putting her daughter on her hip, “let’s go get a bath, otherwise you’ll make the house one big sand pit.”        The apartment was beautiful, and every day Billy marvelled as to how they’d gotten there. He had actually been a really good student despite his antics. His dad would have his ass if his grades dipped down below a B-.    When they arrived in San Diego, he was going to apply for a local auto shop to work as a mechanic, but Y/N had come into their beat-up studio apartment with a flyer that advertised an accountant’s position at the same agency she worked at.        “You’ve always been good with numbers,” she’d mumbled while handing him the flyer. “Why not try and get an interview? It wouldn’t hurt, would it?”        It truly amazed Billy as to how much faith Y/N had in him. She pushed the man to do things that were out of his comfort zone, but never in a violent way. If he said no, she’d back off, though remained encouraging. She was the reason he’d gotten into university in the first place, and she was the reason the two of them were in their final year of it, with him majoring business management and her photography and journalism.        “Okay,” he’d sighed. “I’ll call them up tomorrow.”        He actually had. Y/N had helped him button up his wide-open shirt and made sure he was as presentable as possible.        “Good luck,” she’d leaned over to his side and given him a kiss before bounding off to her own office leaving him to rehearse for the questions that could be asked.       It could’ve gone better but it also could’ve gone worse. A week later he’d had a job offer, and let’s just say, the next day Y/N went to her job with a noticeable limp which her co-workers teased her relentlessly about.        Slowly but steadily they climbed the ranks of the PR company, and a year later, they had enough money to put down a deposit for a beautiful double bedroom apartment that overlooked the Pacific, because by that point, for Billy it was no longer to provide for Y/N and give her the best possible, nor was it to spite Neil who was still doing the odd job in Hawkins. It was to give the bean growing inside of his girlfriend the utmost that he could.        And he had. Billy had made sure of it.    A week after Clara was born, despite his protests that Y/N should not get out of bed and should rest, they went to the courthouse and got married.        Max had been pissed off that she wasn’t invited to the wedding, and that he hadn’t informed her he was a father the second Y/N found out she was pregnant, but Billy had just taken the berating through the phone with a soft smile on his face as he watched his wife give his daughter breakfast.        “You’re not even listening to me are you, shitbag?” Max sighed rolling her eyes.        “Nope,” Billy replied, the smile never fading. “Not one bit.”        That smile hadn’t disappeared even now three years later. As he got ready to prepare them a homemade meal, because both of them had been quite lazy during their time off work, the phone rang.        “Hargrove’s,” he grunted and heard a ‘yeah, no shit,’ from the other side of the line.        “Hello to you too, Maxine.”        “Call me that again, and I’ll knock out your teeth. We’ll see if Y/N likes you when you’re missing some of those pearly whites.” As an almost eighteen-year-old the redhead had sure become even more spunky than he remembered.        Billy heard the water running indicating that Clara was having her bath. “Listen, I don’t have much time, the girls will be out soon, and I haven’t started dinner.”        “Aww,” Max cooed. “Look at what a doting husband you are.”        “Unless you want your skateboard showed down your throat, you’ll shut it, and tell me what’s happening.”        “My graduation’s happening, that’s what… and I was wondering if you and Y/N were coming.”        Of course, Billy remembered that Max was a senior now, but he hadn’t really intended on driving back to Hawkins. Ever. They’d talked about her flying out to California during the summer, but he’d been quite clear he wanted nothing to do with Neil, and unfortunately that meant missing Max’s big day.        “Look,” he heard her sigh, and the water turned off in the bathroom. “I know you didn’t leave things the best way here but… I miss you,” it sounded like it pained Max to say, and Billy smirked, “and I miss Y/N, and I’d really appreciate if you two came.”        He heard the little pitter patter of Clara’s feet as she rushed to the living room and leapt up to the sofa, her tiny body adorned by a Winnie the Pooh robe, and Y/N’s shirt was very much so splashed by soap water.        “Max?” she mouthed in his direction, and he nodded.        “I don’t know if we can afford much more time off or find Clara a nanny in such short notice.” There were only two and a half weeks left until the ceremony, and though it was only half true, they were actually real issues. He knew Y/N was definitely going back, her brother was graduating as well, so he had decided to stay with their daughter while she was there for a bit.        “Then bring her with,” Max whined. “You know I love that little gremlin.”        “Hey, watch your mouth, that’s my gremlin you’re talking about,” but where once there would be animosity in his tone, nothing but love could be heard now. Almost five years away from Neil did wonders. “Besides, I don’t want him anywhere near her, so if we’re going, Clara’s staying in San Diego. You’ll be able to see her when you get here.”       “Fine,” Max grumbled. “Just please call me sometime this week, if you’re coming.”        He sighed and looked over his shoulder where his girls were making them dinner because he’d been preoccupied with the call, Clara holding the jar of sauce. “I’ll talk to Y/N, and we’ll figure something out.”        “Okay,” she sighed in defeat. “Tell your wife and kid I love them. Bye.”        “Yeah, yeah, whatever, bye.”        The thought of seeing Neil or Susan made the rage that had been flushed out of his system years ago, come back with a vengeance, but it melted away the second Clara asked, “Who was that daddy?”        He turned back to face his family and shook his head with a smile, bringing the blonde girl to his lap as Y/N placed plates of spaghetti Bolognese in front of them. “Just Max.”        “Is she coming?” Clara gasped in excitement.        “A bit later in the summer, you know that.”        “But I want now!”        “Clara,” Y/N soothed the toddler that was about to throw a tantrum, but there was a warning edge for her to behave in her tone. “You know Max can’t right now. She’ll finish school, and then she’ll come for a visit.”        But their daughter crossed her tiny arms over her chest and turned away her head when Billy tried to put the food in her mouth. “I hate school. School stupid.”        “Clara! What did we talk about using those kinds of words?” Y/N scolded her.        She didn’t even respond, her Y/E/C eyes looking at the wall.        “Clara,” Billy said her name in a low tone. His temper was always in check around the two, he’d never let anything jeopardize the best thing in his life, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t strict when needed. “Answer your mom.”        “Only grown-ups can use them,” Clara mumbled and accepted the fork of spaghetti, her arms still crossed.        “And are you a grown-up?”        “No,” she grumbled again but it came out unintelligible because of her chewing.        Billy just chuckled as did Y/N. They cleaned their plates in silence, the only other sounds being the honks of cars down in the streets of San Diego before he pulled her out of the chair, and her small fingers wrapped themselves in his curly hair. He’d still kept it long saying it was too much trouble to go to a barber, but he had been considering cutting it, though, in moments like these, where one of his girls softly carded their fingers through the locks, he instantly decided not to.        “Come on, you little Terminator,” he huffed and plopped down on her bed. “Let’s get you to sleep.”        “Monsters?” Clara extended a finger and pointed at her closet. Billy was up and throwing the doors open, pushing her little dresses, shirts and pants aside. If only she knew how real monsters were.        “None.”        “Under the bed?’        Crouching down he looked at the carpeted floor and shook his head. “Nope, not one.”        “Okay,” she said through a sleepy yawn. A few more seconds later, Billy stood up pecked her forehead and whispered a ‘goodnight princess’, but she was already out like a light.        He found Y/N washing up the last of the dishes, and his face immediately fell to the crook of her neck as his arms wrapped around her waist bringing their bodies flush against one another.        “Max asked to come to her graduation?” her fingers were damp with dishwater as she wove them through his placing the last plate to dry on the rack.        “Mhm,” Billy mumbled. “And I wanna go. I actually do, it’s just… I can’t’ have him ruin the one good thing in my life. I can’t have that asshole taint this…”       He meant his new life. Neil hadn’t even met Y/N properly, just seen how she had climbed in Billy’s car one time, and once his son had come back from his date, regarded to her as just ‘one of his new sluts’, so there was no way Billy would let him anywhere near his wife.        “He won’t,” she had turned to face him now, running a cold thumb across his cheek. “Not if you let him. We’ll be there for Max and Alex and all of those other little shitheads. Not for Neil or anyone else.”        He knew Y/N was right, as always. Well, except that one time they’d run off to the beach, and she’d been so confident she could surf but then on the first try had plopped into the water as if she was a baby deer just learning how to walk.        “You know how he gets under my skin,” Billy let out a shaky sigh, gripping on Y/N’s hips a bit tighter to ground himself. “I hate the person I become when he’s around.”        “Not gonna lie, I don’t like that Billy either,” she mumbled in his shoulder. “But that’s why I’m gonna be there every step of the way, and I won’t let him hurt you.”        Billy let out a sad snort. “I should be the one saying that to you.”        “Yes, well, I kinda get pissed off when someone I love is either upset or being hurt. Demogorgon, shit friends, a shittier father… things don’t end well for them.”        “I love you, you know that right?” he muttered pulling back and looking into Y/N’s eyes. Clara’s eyes.        “Yeah, I do, you absolute softie,” her lips were like clouds, gentle and fluttery as they skimmed over his. “I love you too.”        “Do you think we could get Jess to watch Clara on such short notice?” Billy referred to the high schooler they always hired if they wanted to have a date night or had a company thing.        “I’m sure she won’t mind.”        “Fuck,” Billy groaned letting his forehead rest against Y/N’s. “And here I thought I could leave Hawkins behind.”       He felt her shoulders lift as she shrugged. “It has a disgusting way of pulling people back. But I think that one time it did, somehow things turned out better in the end. Maybe it won't be bad this time around either.” Her smile was faint, but it was there as she remembered meeting the boy who’d become her life.       “Can’t deny that.”        But as Billy connected his lips to Y/N’s his hands hoisting her legs around his hips and carried them to their bedroom, something in Hawkins was stirring awake. Something evil and craving to destroy.

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A/N: My first Billy fic :) I just wanted to write this cause I think there was so much they could do with that character and to be quite honest I’m a bit upset about him being axed off :D But I do gotta say - Stranger Things has more balls than Game of Throne. don’t come for me please :D

This might be a 2 parter 3 parter or even a mini-series, but we’ll see how things go. If you wanna be tagged, drop a message :)

Also, I wanna say sorry to those who saw spoilers on my blog. It was not my intention, and I completely forgot to tag the reblogs that contained them. Again, didn’t want to ruin that for you, but it was an honest mistake done at 3am. 

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Them Video Games pt2

A very special Non Fandom fic that i care deeply about. I wrote this a few years ago around E3 Time and ive since rewrote it and turned it into a fic with Suna. But this is the rewrite and the one i adore. Part 2 because its still too long . (Its 11k words) so maybe one more part? This part ends on a cliffanger oops

@squeaky-ducky @galagcica

W! Nsfw. Incest slightly. Body image issues.One slur

Kiki was dressed in her Converse and blue thigh highs, her skirt was blue and she had on a ps4 shirt. She also had a little pink messenger bag with controller buttons all over it . Toshi did not live to far surprisingly. They actually have to pass his house to get to school. She also brought some money with her to pay for the controller. It was not much but.. it was a start to buying a new one. Was he really upset? He seemed it.. maybe she could show him the strategy videos she liked.

The house was coming into view and also the black Mazda. Kiki pulled her bag close going up to the door knocking lightly. She looked around while she waited. It was a small house nothing to fancy. She jumped when the door opened.

Toshi smiled leaning on the door looking down at her. Cute. Super cute.

He was wearing blue pj bottoms and a black tank top, his arm was bandaged along with his shoulder and chest.

“Ohayo” he said.

“Uh!!! Ko..ni..no wait that's afternoon ..” she rubbed her face and Toshi laughed pulling her in and closing the door.

“Adorable. Well cmon” he walked down the hall and Kiki hurried after him. “ uh .. Toshi!” She said.

He looked back and opened his door going in, Kiki followed opening her bag getting the money , she held her hand out to give him the money but she froze when she saw his room. Amazing.. was an understatement.

He had shelves on his walls. One was full of figures , another had certain video games in special protective cases and the last case had trophies on it. All gold trophies it looked like. Some said ‘Champion’ and some said ‘E3 finalist Winner’ , one said ’Nintendo E3 Winner’. His tv was huge.. it sat on a corner desk that fit right into the corner , it had a shiny Ps4 system tucked into it nicely and a pink Switch next to it. There was also some gaming posters scattered around the room. His bed was very big and mostly black with what looked like japanese symbols on it. He had multiple controllers docked , all different colors sitting on his desk. On the desk was also the controller in half ..a special edition blue one.

Toshi smirked when he saw her looking all around his room with the money in her hand. He tapped her head and she jumped looking at him. “Here! It's not enough to cover it but i can get the rest if i do chores soo..”

Toshi took the money and put it back in her bag startling her. “I don't need it, i'm not replacing it.”

“Wah? Why not ? It's the special edition?!?”

“Well i wanna have a reminder of when i got my ass handed to me in Overwatch” he chuckled ruffling her hair and grabbing a controller. “Show me these strategy videos Mishiko” he sat down on the floor , his back to his bed.

Kiki sat down next to him putting her bag next to her. The Ps4 turned on and Kiki’s heart jumped.

“You have the same theme as me!!!!” She pointed at the NieR theme, the music sending chills up her back. He smirked rubbing his bandages. “Well how about that.” He handed her the controller after opening YouTube. The videos that showed up were… mostly video game walkthroughs or Top 10 mixed in with music playlists. Kiki typed the video in and put the controller down after hitting play. She didn't skip the ad though.

“ you dont skip ads?” He leaned forward to skip it and Kiki jumped up grabbing his arm to stop him.

“No no! I dont skip if i like the guy!” She whined sitting on her knees holding. Toshi felt a smile come across his face when she grabbed onto him. He pulled her between his legs holding her in place. Kiki struggled whining and Toshi let go , the video started and she looked back , her cheeks flushed .

“Sorry Mishiko .” He held his arms up. She wiggled around, she could hear the video too. “Is it okay .. if I sit here? I dont know if you have a girlfriend i …”

He pulled her back wrapping his arms around her again. “Nope, so what do you like about this guy?” He gestured to the tv.

“Well uh.. hes funny. Most strategy videos is just long lectures and he makes it fun” her eyes wandered to his bandaged arm . She saw something black it looked like under them. Could he feel her heartbeat? She was so surprised by him grabbing her like this. He smelled nice too.. a nice leather scent lingered around his neck , it was a mix of cherries to.. must be his shampoo.

Toshi could see she was nervous in his arms, she seemed a little shaky and her knees were up. He laid his chin on her shoulder watching the video and he felt her pulse pick up.

“Uh.. Toshi?”

“Hm?” He was watching the video.

“Are you angry about the controller . I feel really bad.”

“Nope. I already told you Mishiko, don't worry about it”

“Okay.. those trophies ? You've been to E3?”

“I go every year. Free ride”

“Really?!?” She peeled his arms off her turning around to look at him and Toshi sat up straight laying his arms on his knees. “Indeed. Little neko” he smiled.

Kiki felt her cheeks flush red. Neko?. She looked all around trying to hide her embarrassment and Toshi dipped his head chuckling at her.

“Wanna go with me this year?” He teased.

“Uh YES! But .. I don't know if Max would let me.. and you probably have someone else you wanna take “

“ i dont see anyone else here with me” he said rubbing his bandages growing irritated. Toshi pulled his shirt off getting up grab a container off his dresser and sitting back down. Kiki sat criss cross trying not to look..

he pulled his bandages off revealing a black japanese tribal tattoo. “Wanna help me put this on my ink? It itches.”

Kiki held her hands out without realizing it , the container dropped in her hands and Toshi dipped two fingers in and applied it to his arm. Kiki scooted a little closer watching him. He looked a little relieved when he applied the medicine. Slowly Kiki dipped her fingers in to the cold liquid and rubbed it on his upper chest. Toshi smiled at her applying more to his arm , he watched her shaking hand travel all around his chest all over his tattoo. She was tiny to him , never really saw her around school either.

“Hey” he said.

Kiki finished with the medicine looking up.

“Yeah?”

“ I never saw you around school , where do you hang out ? “

“Oh.. “ she pulled her bag close hugging it “nowhere.. I just rush to the next class.. I dont . .. besides Max and Adam i have no friends. Everyone in my class calls me a hermit”

Toshi furrowed his brow listening to her . What the fuck. “Well thats a fucking awful thing to say to someone.” He petted her head .

“I just want one friend heh.. I guess maybe next year.”

Toshi pulled her to him squeezing her for a long while. Kiki whined struggling in his grip , eventually she gave in and hugged him back.

“Your pretty cool, here, show me what you can do” he grabbed his controller giving her it. She did not take it, instead she just looked down at his chest. Toshi rubbed her back. “Oh cmon, yosh yosh..” he rubbed more and tipped her chin up. “ little neko.” He kissed her forehead making Kiki get very red in the face.

“Uh!!” She panicked pushing back and he let go of her.

“Mishiko you are awesome. Your into cool things. Don't let those losers get to you. I dont” he switched to a game looking at the tv. “You know how many people still call me a Jap?”

“No..” she sat down between his legs picking up another controller turning it on joining his game.

“Sucks, but who cares.” He laid his chin on her shoulder.

“Do you.. wanna make bets?” She asked playing.

“Ouuu yosh.”

They laughed . “ if i win i get to keep your thigh highs”. He said . Kiki looked back at him for a second then back at the tv.

“Okayy..” she giggled . “If i win .. I want another kiss.. please.”

He nuzzled into her neck smiling.

“Deal”

The gaming got very heated between the two. Kiki got out from Toshi’s grip standing up on her knees to play and Toshi stood up to sit on his bed leaning forward. They yelled at each other and the screen, it was Street Fighter. They both had one loss and this match would decide who won.

“COME ON!!!” She yelled button mashing.

“GIVE UP KIKI” he grinned watching his special bar inch closer till it shined . He grinned activating it and it was all over in a matter of seconds. Toshi won and Kiki gently placed the controller down watching the screen. Her character was on the ground , she lost.

She looked back to see Toshi putting his controller down and leaning back on his arms smirking. He saw her sad face and gestured his fingers for her to come over. “ awwww c'mon , now i feel bad. C'mere little neko”

Kiki got up coming over looking all around, she held her shirt once she got between his legs. Tohi was a tall boy , maybe an even 6’ . His hair was black and long , hanging just above his eyes. “How.. uh. Should i just take em off?” She asked a little lost.

“Mm nope. Can i take them off you?” He asked leaning forward looking up at her smiling.

“I .. I guess so . Why do you want them though?” She asked curious.

Toshi smiled extending his hand to her left thigh, gently he wrapped his hand around the back of it squeezing gently. Kiki shuffled her knees around and covered her face. She was all tingly between her thighs and her heart fluttered around.

“Well i'm into it. What are you into hmm?” He asked gently moving his hand down her thigh to her leg. Taking her thigh high with him.

She thought it over for a minute. What was she into? She never really thought about it too much. She lifted her foot and Toshi slid her thigh high off, he squeezed it and then gripped her other thigh repeating the process.

“I never.. really thought about it i guess. “ she finally answered. Toshi frowned as he slid her thigh high down. She stepped out of it and he placed it with the other.

“Never had a boyfriend to figure it out with?” He asked poking her stomach. Kiki wiggled feeling a little embarrassed.

I guess this is a little too much for her, he thought.

“Mishiko you want that kiss?”

“But i didn't win?”

“ ah well.. I want to kiss as well, so ill let it slide, after that we can do whatever you want. “

“You do? Why?”

“Well you were yelling at me during Street Fighter. You should see these guys i beat at tourneys. They get so angry but just walk away. Maybe it's a turn on for me. Maybe i wanna be your first kiss. Maybe i think your cute and i like you. One things for sure though Mishiko, you're the coolest gamer girl i've ever met”

Kiki hid behind her hands whining loud.

“stoppp .. it's embarrassing. Im sure theres lots of hot juniors at school”

Toshi reached up moving her hands from her face and grabbed her hips pulling her close to him and sat her down on his right thigh.

“Trust me. There's not.” He kissed her gently and lovingly. Kiki jumped stumbling and Toshi held her hips firmly . Her heart jumped when his lips touched her, she had no idea what to do with her hands so she just held his face trying her best to kiss him back.

Toshi broke away after a minute while squeezing her hips smiling at her red face. Kiki’s hands slowly fell from his face to her chest holding it. “Uhm.. it was nice.. “ she spoke softly.

“Yes it was, what would you like to do now? My plan was to keep you till Max started blowing up my phone.”

Kiki wiggled and leaned on Toshi closing her eyes and Toshi smirked wrapping an arm around her laying back, his other hand behind his head .

“..Toshi?”

“Hm?”

“Ill convince Max to let me go with you.”

He pet her head . “Sounds good little neko”

The two were still laying in bed , Kiki was on top of Toshi , she was pretty sure he could hear her heartbeat. This was all new to her. .. it all happened so fast too. There's no way Max would approve of any of this though. Its crazy how.. she never noticed him at school before, to busy keeping her head down avoiding everything. Toshi had asked her what she was into to. What did he mean though?

She peaked up to see Toshi holding his phone up above his face browsing. He looked down smiling at her.

“Yes ?”

“ what did you mean.. when you asked what im into? Do you have an example?”

Toshi smirked turning his phone to her and Kiki shyly sat up on Toshi’s lap . She rubbed her eye with one hand and took the phone with the other looking at the screen. She jumped and Toshi enjoyed the little hump she did on him.

.”its a .. very lewd catgirl” she said, her face red.

“Yep” smirked the happy man. “What's she got on?”

“Uhm.. fake paws.. ears..tail.. thigh highs and a t shirt” she looked over at her thigh highs that were laying on the bed then at Toshi.

“So it like.. makes you happy?”

“More ways then one. Swipe left”

Kiki swiped and saw a drawing of the same cat girl but she did not have the shirt on, instead she had a collar attached to a leash, she was sitting next to a man but she was on the floor.

“So.. the Master stuff?” She asked looking closer and Toshi shot up wrapping his arms around her back laughing, he took his phone back swiping a few times and showing her a photo of the last picture but it was a cosplay.

“Little neko how do you know what a Master is hm?” He teased her. Kiki wiggled around trying to hide her blushing face in her hands. “Ii.. if im really bored i look up fan fics of game characters and i came across Master stuff…”

“Oh yeah? Did you read it?” He asked rubbing her thigh. Kiki nodded once hiding behind her hands.

“Adorable, look at you.” He teased moving her hands, she was very red and her lip was pouty. Kiki whined looking around fast.

“Can i read it too?” He asked smirking.

“I.. i guess yeah…my phone is in my bag ..”

Toshi leaned down grabbing the bag and Kiki fished out her phone and opened up Safari, she typed and handed Toshi the phone.

While he was reading his phone went off and Toshi glanced over to see the screen. “Max is calling why dont you take it , ill be here”

Kiki agreed taking the phone and quickly getting off of the mans lap going to the hallway. Toshi laid his head back on his pillow reading the fan fic, so shes into the same things as him… interesting.

Kiki was on the phone with her brother.

“Max?”

“Kiki are you ok?”

“Yes why? I.. “

“How long do you plan on staying?”

“I..i dont know. “

“Just make sure its before dinner ok?”

“Okay Max..”

She hung up looking at the phone screen, he had Akali as his background. He also had a ton of text message notifications. Kiki hurried back holding the phone out.

“ hey you've got some texts. And I can only stay for another half hour..”

“Little..neko. Come here” he sounded different to her, more serious ..

Kiki flinched going over and setting the phone on the dresser. Toshi placed her phone next to it and pointed to the floor. “Sit” he ordered.

Kiki immediately felt her cheeks flush red once she heard his words.. it sent tingles all the way to her thighs . Carefully Kiki sat down on her knees by the bed trying to figure out which one she actually let him read. She heard the bed shift behind her , Toshi’s legs were on both sides of her. He gently lowered his left hand to cup her cheek.

Which was it,!! Which one?!? They were all kind of the same but.. they all had this one unique tag. It couldn't have been… the most erotic one was it?!

“This fanfic is quite dirty for such a little neko like you ” He spoke slowly, rubbing his thumb on her cheek. “As a Master im not sure how I should react to it” he gently tipped her chin up so she could see him looking down at her.

“What do you think?” He asked smirking.

Kiki was wet, so very wet. Her thighs were starting to ache and she got slightly dizzy listening to Toshi.

“.. i cant.. be you're Neko without a.. collar”

She knew which one it was now… Toshi had the same attitude as the character in the fanfic. Her favorite one.

“Ill have to get one for my little neko then” he tapped her forehead and stretched groaning.

“Ahh.. been way too long since I last did that.” He teased.

Kiki shot up grabbing her bag and Toshi grabbed her hand. “Woah wheres the fire?” He asked.

“Just hurry up and make fun of me so i can leave..”

She was shaking, she was embarrassed and hot all over. Toshi pulled her over and sat her on his thigh again, he instantly felt her wetness on him. He ignored it for now and hugged her.

“I'm not making fun of you Mishiko, i showed you what i like didnt i? We like the same things.”

“Please.. dont tell Max.” She looked up at him peaking through her hands.

“I won't cutie. But if you're serious about the collar, we can work towards that, id be on board for that”

Kiki shifted around thinking it over, she tried not to look at Toshi since she was embarrassed. Would Max be okay with her dating his friend-wait. He just said the collar stuff.. not that he wanted to date.. he wouldn't want to date her anyway. I mean who would..

Toshi tapped her forehead making her look at his smiling face. She nodded in agreement and Toshi rubbed her thigh. “Well yosh. So you are okay with it then? “

“Yes i am “

He smirked nuzzling his cheek into her neck hugging her tightly. Kiki squeezed him tightly trying to push her feelings aside. This is enough.. it's basically the same thing. She leaned on him just enjoying his embrace, his clean scent, his arms around her. Until her phone buzzed making her groan. Toshi chuckled grabbing it and handing her it. “Boyfriend?” He teased.

She didn't even look at him when she answered him.

“Its Max, my only contacts are Max and Adam so.. no.. hello?” She answered her phone.

Toshi watched her while she talked , oh shit .. so she really is just all alone. Does Max not try to get her to socialize? A sophomore with no friends? Not one goddamn friend?

He pulled her hips closer to him and Kiki almost fumbled her words . She mouthed “what are you doing?!?” To him and he just winked at her.

Kiki blushed a bright red as she talked.

“Okay.. okay.. yes Max.. ok im on my wa-“

He lifted her up and sat her down again with both legs on the side of him , Kiki put her free hand between her thighs holding her skirt down and Toshi nuzzled her cheek chuckling ,he rubbed her thighs while he listened to the conversation.

“Im on my way home..”

Toshi spread his legs a bit and Kiki was losing balance, she couldn't hold onto her skirt and Toshi with one hand…

“Okay well if you don't hurry ill hide all the HDMI cords Kiki” Max said.

“WHAT NO. MAX!” She was falling , Kiki whined grabbing onto Toshi digging her nails into his shirt. Toshi looked down to see her skirt bunched up over her thighs and her panties nearly visible.

“MAX PLEASE DON'T I NEED -“ she felt rubbing on her inner thigh. Kiki’s head shot down to look to see Toshi’s bony hand slipping under her skirt, the sensation she was feeling was unlike any other. She felt her head get foggy and her midsection ached, if she stretched it would have felt euphoric .

“Well then hurry up.” Max said hanging up, Kiki dropped her phone on the bed and Toshi laid back moving her forward to his chest.

“Can you spare five minutes little neko?”

“ just WHAT did you think you were doing?!? What if he caught on? If he heard you?!? He would have killed me! Toshi are you listening?”

Toshi lifted Kiki up with ease bringing her closer to his face, he clicked his teeth when he remembered she still had her panties on, oh well.

“I'm listening Mishiko i promise. but its fun to be a little dangerous. “ his thumbs grabbed her skirt till he had a good grip and carefully he yanked the skirt up revealing her panties , doing his best not to drop her in the process.

Her panties were … D.VA panties. He looked up at her and Kiki had her hands covering her face.

“Dont laugh!!!!” She whined .

“Why would i laugh? I've got Junkrat boxers on”

He rubbed the little wet spot on her panties with his thumb, Toshi watched her wiggle from it and dug his thumb into the side of her panties moving them to the side. Kiki felt a slight chill , she moved her hands away to see Toshi lowering her down.

“Wait Toshi!!!”

“Itedakimas!” He sat her on his face and started licking at her folds . Kiki could not hold in her laugh , she leaned on the wall laughing , she held his head with one hand, her other on the wall. Toshi was laughing aswell , trying his best to lick in a steady pace.

“You… i cant.. belieeeve…” she moaned with each lick. She felt his other hand part her folds so he could dig his tongue in deeper , Kiki was panting into the wall feeling very flustered and hot. Her whole body was crying for more, her thighs were shaking and her juices were dripping down them.

Toshi felt her clench around his tongue and pulled away to lick at her clit sending Kiki over the edge, she let out a loud moan and Toshi smiled gently nipping her thigh. “Cum for me little neko” he whispered.

Kiki came hard falling forward twitching. Toshi licked her clean and pulled her skirt back down sitting her next to him. Kiki laid there coming down from her high, Toshi snuggled her close petting her head.

“You .. really said..”

“I did”

“ it was hilarious.” She managed a weak laugh. Toshi laughed and the two cuddled, ignoring her buzzing phone.

The two were in Toshi’s car sitting outside Kiki’s home, Max was leaning on the door looking .. angry was not the right word. Kiki figured her playstation was unplugged and locked up somewhere . She undid her seatbelt and Toshi grabbed her phone putting his number in it . “There, you can text me whenever Mishiko, don't matter what time it is.” He plopped her phone on her lap.

Kiki put the phone in her bag then looked at Toshi.

“ but you had a lot of messages on your phone..”

“Yeah its just Gina and Kera , no one important. But , Mishiko?”

“Huh? Yes?”

“Have i done anything today that bothered you? I want to make sure you consent to everything. Im probably going to ask you about the collar stuff again too”

She gripped her skirt thinking it over, her knees rubbing together. Her body felt tired from the orgasm , like she was really heavy and shaky.

“Everything was nice Toshi. I'm just sorry im so .. inexperienced..”

“Nani? Oh Mishiko. That's okay , i like to teach. “

“I.. I wanna hang out again. But Max looks like hes putting me under house arrest.”

Toshi looked out his window to see Max still leaning on the door. He looked back at the girl.

“Ill convince him Mishiko. Bring your favorite movie and snacks okay? We can have a nice soft night.”

She blushed nodding and getting out.

She wanted to ask something but…

Gently she closed the door and waved once she got to Max. Toshi waved driving away and Max stared down at her.

Kiki put her bag on the couch turning to Max, he sighed hugging her tightly. Ah.. so he was not mad. Just worried.. Kiki whined when he hugged her to tight.

“You're okay?” He leaned down cupping her face.

“Yes Max” she wiggled around

“Why didn't you answer?”

“I was in the bathroom.. and Toshi was playing Tomb Raider..”

He squeezed her for a long time .

”uhm.. im hungry Max”

He let go and the two went to go eat dinner.

Toshi was home lying on his bed with one hand in his sweatpants and the other holding the thigh highs.

Max had not unplugged anything thankfully… everything was where it should be . Kiki sat down on her bed turning on her Ps4 and saw a friend request from Toshi. She accepted and looked through all his trophies, pretty much the same as hers .. maybe a few more than her. Lots of different games, he also had a lot of followers.

She laid down opening Youtube putting on her playlist, she rolled to her stomach just listening.

“Uhhn.. hes so popular it seems like.” Kiki rolled to her side looking at her wall. “Today was… i dont even know”

Kiki woke up the next day around 9 am . She whined feeling her phone buzz next to her , pulling her phone over, flipping it over to see a picture of Catwoman and a text from Toshi.

‘Morning Little Neko. Leave Max to me. And I'll pick you up around 3 okay?”

Kiki rubbed her eyes before replying. “Why do i feel so.. upset..”. She sat up looking at the message . “I want to be .. his girlfriend..” she got off her bed dragging herself to her mirror looking at herself. Kiki was 5’2, c cups, a tiny chub stomach and plump thighs. Her hair was long and brown, down to the middle of her back . She lifted her shirt to look at her stomach and turned to the side to see her back . “He would have said he wanted to be my boyfriend right? “ her shirt fell from her hands. “The.. Master stuff does not mean that ..” she went back to her bed rubbing her eye , grabbing her phone .

‘I don't feel good , can we reschedule?”

Toshi tapped his screen pausing the video he was watching to open Kikis message, he blinked , furrowing his brows and sitting up in bed.

“Mishiko? Are you alright?”

“Have i done something? Did I make you uncomfortable?”

“Dammit what's wrong ..”he asked himself, running his hand through his hair.

“Im fine , I think i need a day to myself. I'll see you monday.”

“Mishiko….” Toshi put his phone down looking at the soft blanket he dug out of his closet , it had D.VA on it .

••

Kiki only really left her room to eat a single piece of toast and to shower. She said good morning to Max too. “Hey kiki, doing anything today?” He asked, reaching over her to get the cereal.

“No, I'm kinda tired. “

Oh no. He looked down at his sister . “Oh yeah? Late night gaming?”

“No, just tired.” She took her toast up to her room , Max heard the door close and he ripped his phone out dialing Toshi.

“ oha-“

“What the fuck did you do.”

“...? Excuse me?”

“Mishiko is being quiet , she's letting me tease her and she's not gushing about games.”

Toshi’s heart was racing. Oh fuck. Fuck. He went too far. God dammit…. fuck….. “i didn't do anything. Max, I never did anything to your sister. “

“You fucking swear Toshi”

“Yes, Max. Fucking hell.”

Max leaned on the counter groaning, pinching the space between his eyes. “Alright.”

The relief Toshi felt was like a weight off his damn shoulders. “Is that all she said.”

“Yes, then went back up to her room.”

Toshi grabbed his controller, turning his PS 4 on and checking his friends. She wasn't on.

“Max i, -“

“Ill let you know if she leaves her room.”

“Okay…”

Max hung up and Toshi squeezed his controller, he grabbed the thigh highs that were still on his bed staring at them. “How could you let this happen. The one nice girl you meet and you take it too far.” He dropped everything on the floor running his hands through his hair. Meanwhile, kiki was curled up in her bed, sniffling.

[foreverwayward]

“Someone Like You” Ch. 7

Dean x Reader

Warnings: language, angst, super fluff

Word Count: 1579

SOMEONE LIKE YOU MASTERLIST

Summary: this is the story of Dean, Sam and Y/N. As they grew, a friendship as children would bloom into something that would last a lifetime. But, its Dean who realized things can get confusing when you’re in love with your best friend.

April 2, 2002

It had been nearly two weeks since Sam had left for Stanford. John was still in the wind, leaving every call unanswered, even from Max. He had completely disappeared for the time being. 

The days seemed to bleed together and time no longer felt as if it mattered. Some days, Dean would be too hurt or broken to do much of anything, but the others were filled with laughter and moments he would remember the rest of his life. 

Y/N had decided to stay with Dean until things began to make more sense. She knew he was never meant to be on his own and that he needed someone to get him through. 

Max had already come and gone to take back his truck, needing to get back on the job. So, the two were left stranded at the Flamingo Lodge. The four walls of their room, the local diner, a movie rental shop, and the liquor store down the street had become their routine. Y/N and Dean did everything they could to kill the time and to forget that the world existed outside their door. 

It was also the first time the two had ever spent so much time alone. Whatever bond they had before those two weeks paled in comparison to the one they were finding in their days at the lodge. 

The ‘73 Western ‘Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid’ played on the tv in the background as Y/N and Dean sat on the bed. Empty beer bottles and containers that once held whiskey were scattered randomly through the room. It was as if they were able to finally behave their own age, young and careless for the first time. 

Dean chuckled proudly as he laid his hand of cards out on the unmade sheets. “Read ‘em and weep, Y/N/N--four of a kind.”

“Oh no,” she feigned with a faked pout. “I guess that means you win…”

Laughing victoriously, Dean then locked his fingers behind his head as he relaxed backward. “I told ya, shouldn’t have bet against the king.”

“The king?” Y/N asked. She then placed her cards out in front of him. “Well, tell the king to take a fuckin’ seat because the queen just served a royal flush.” When Dean looked down in shock, Y/N got up from the bed to begin a ridiculous victory dance. “You...owe...me...dinner…” she sang. “Uh-huh!”

The grin that took over Dean’s face was immense and he threw up his hands. “Alright, alright. You win. I surrender.”

She stopped and pointed at him playfully. “Smart choice, Winchester.”

Dean groaned with a stretch as he got up. “I’m gonna go take a shower because I am fuckin’ ripe, and then...I’ll take you out for dinner.”

“And dessert.”

“And dessert,” he laughed as he headed for the bathroom. 

Dean went to turn on the shower but turned at the sound of singing. As the water rained down on the other side of the shower curtain, Dean peered out from the cracked door. 

Y/N was singing along to the movie’s song ‘Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door’ as she cleaned up their messes around the room, swaying to the music. 

He scoffed with a laugh under his breath and just watched her. If Dean had ever been unsure of his feelings about her before, there was no room for doubt anymore. She was the only woman he had ever truly loved. 

Dean smiled so deeply that he felt his chest grow warm. Without her, he knew he wouldn’t have made it through everything that had happened with his family. 

And with that thought, he disappeared into the bathroom to finally take his shower. 

Not long later, Y/N sat on the bed as she put on her shoes. “Dean! I’m starving!”

“Don’t rush me, woman!” he yelled in a teasing tone. 

She snickered as she got up to throw on her jacket. “I got your coat,” she said loudly while picking it up and folding it over her arm. 

As she did, Dean’s wallet fell from his pocket. Y/N dipped down to pick it up and noticed a small, frayed strand coming from inside the tired leather. She opened the wallet and her heart stopped. There, tucked away for safekeeping, was an old and faded piece of string that had once been knotted. 

Y/N gently took the string into her hands with her mouth somewhat agape in shock. 

Dean came out from the bathroom as he was buttoning up his plaid shirt. “Alright, so are we eating at the diner or doing take out? ‘Cause you owe me another round of poker.” He froze in his tracks seeing what she had found and swallowed hard. 

Turning to him, she asked, “this isn’t…”

“Uh--” Dean cleared his throat. “It’s, uh--”

She shook her head in disbelief with an overwhelming smile. “Is this...is this the bracelet I gave you when we were kids?”

Feeling himself growing nauseous, his hands shaking with nerves, Dean didn’t know what to say. He was beyond embarrassed. “Yeah,” he answered cooly. 

Y/N scoffed. “I can’t believe you still have this.”

“Yeah, well, it’s--it’s no big deal. When it finally snapped after wearing it for so long,” Dean admitted with a nervous smile, “I guess I just never really wanted to get rid of it. I know--I know it’s really stupid.” Trying to laugh it off, Dean reached out a hand as if asking her to give it back. She did just that and he looked down at the old string with affection. “I dunno. Guess it just meant a lot to me.”

Again, Dean cleared his throat before tucking his treasure back into his wallet and returning it to its place in his coat. 

“Dean…” Y/N said softly. When he turned to her, she smirked. “Hold on.” She went to her bag and pulled out a leather bound journal. It was visibly cracked at the binding showing its constant use. The book was Y/N’s journal and she flipped to the center before pulling out a piece of string from among her drawings, scribbles, and deepest secrets. When she put the journal down, she looked over to Dean and shrugged innocently. 

He smiled, practically glowing. “Is that the one I gave you on my 18th birthday?”

“Mm-hmm…’dunno. Guess it just meant a lot to me’.” 

The room went quiet as Y/N lovingly placed the old bracelet back into its safe place. When she looked back at Dean, he was slowly walking towards her, closing the space between them. 

Dean almost audibly gulped as he stood close enough to smell her perfume. He peered down at her and hesitated before reaching to take her hands in his, his fingers playing with Y/N’s. It took all of his courage to meet her gaze.

“I, uh--” Dean laughed to himself. “God, I have no idea what I’m doing...”

As she waited for what he was struggling to say, Y/N felt her heart begin to pound.

“You...you mean more to me than I could ever tell you, Y/N/N. And, honestly? You’ve been one of the best parts of my life.”

With tears in her eyes, Y/N smiled as she sniffled. “Mine too.”

Dean leaned forward and their foreheads pressed together as they closed their eyes and inhaled deeply. He bit his lip. “I don’t wanna ruin this. I--I can’t ruin this.”

Y/N pulled away to look up at him and put a gentle hand on his cheek. Remembering what Max had said, she uttered, “we couldn’t if we tried.” 

Mustering every ounce of strength he had, Dean’s face fell as he finally unburdened himself of his deepest secret. “I love you, Y/N. And I don’t mean in a ‘kid-best friend-love’ kinda way. I mean a ‘heart-stopping...can’t-live-without-you’ kinda way.” Dean shrugged with a small smirk. “Pretty sure I’ve been in love with you since I was nine-years-old.” Tucking her hair behind her ear and away from her face, he looked into Y/N’s eyes. “Now, I have no idea how you feel about me, but, I’m done pretending that I don’t think of you every single day, or that I don’t miss you so much when we’re apart that it’s like--like I can’t breathe again until I’m with you.” 

A tear fell down Y/N’s smiling face and Dean wiped it away with a loving thumb. 

“But, if you don’t feel the same, I understand, and I--I don’t know how I could live without you in my life. So, I’ll do whatever I have to to make sure I don’t lose the best thing I’ve ever had.” 

Still quiet, her stomach twisting with anticipation, Y/N exhaled a nervous breath.

“Okay, but you gotta say something 'cause I’m losin’ my fuckin’ mind over here,” Dean chuckled anxiously. 

Y/N stared into Dean’s eager and desperate eyes until the pull between them was enough to suck the air from her chest. She took the sides of his face and tilted up onto her toes to bring her lips to his. A release of love like neither had ever known poured through a kiss that had quietly waited for thirteen years. The two had imagined that moment countless times, but the real thing made them feel more alive than anything they’d ever survived as hunters--it was like a raging fire that consumed them both.

As their kiss intensified, Dean’s face scrunched with emotion and passion as he held her, his fingers burying themselves into her hair. 

Panting and trembling, they pulled away from each other, still desperate for more. 

Y/N sighed. “I love you too.”

As Dean held onto to her waist, never looked away from her eyes, he took a nervous breath. “...really?”

Y/N’s fingers played with the hair on the back of his neck as she silently giggled. She bit her lip as she stared back at him, realizing that Max was right and that there was no denying the loved they shared. Y/N knew that in that moment, that she held her whole world in her arms--she had finally found home. 

“It was always you, Dean.”

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[myveryownfanfiction]

AN: New story that I’ve had in my head since I had winter break from school. Gotta love Kiefer Sutherland as David in “Lost Boys”. Never underestimate the power of a vampire with a mullet. Hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: none that I know of

“Don’t look now,” my best friend said, elbowing me in the ribs. “But that guy over there is checking you out.” I rolled my eyes and rubbed my side where her elbow had made contact with my ribs. 

“Yeah right.” I snarked. I turned around to walk out of the video store when I noticed the blond guy standing by the entrance looking at me. “Wait is it the blond guy? With the blue eyes?” I swallowed as I looked over my shoulder at my friend. She nodded as she watched me with wide eyes. I slowly turned back to the guy that was watching me from the entrance. Taking a deep breath, I walked forward until I had nearly passed him. Without looking back or making eye contact with him, I walked out of the store. Once we had made it down to the carnival portion of the boardwalk, my friend and I broke into giggles. 

“I can’t believe that you just did that!” My friend roared with laughter. I doubled over with laughter before hitting her arm. 

“You should have warned me before I caught him staring! I can’t believe that you clocked him first!” I giggled as we got our laughter under control. Once we were sure we wouldn’t make a scene as we walked down the boardwalk, we started in the direction of the food court. 

“Why would I warn you first?” She nudged me again. “Cute guy watching you.” She shivered a little. “I would give anything for someone like that to look at me the way he was looking at you (Y/N).” I rolled my eyes again and walked up to the register to place an order. 

“Sure.” I shot over my shoulder. “Can I get a pretzel and a medium soda?” I handed over the cash and moved off to the side with my friend. “You know I hate you sometimes.” My friend snickered before her eyes went wide. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth and she started quickly tapping on my arm that was resting on the counter. “What? What’s wrong?” She wouldn’t say anything but kept looking over my shoulder. “(F/N), what is wrong?” My friend shook her head and quickly turned away from me, leaving me standing there waiting for my food with a confused look on my face. “Where are you going?!” I called after her. I shook my head as I watched her retreating form. 

“I think she’s just attempting to give us some space.” I jumped at the smooth voice that sounded from behind me. I quickly turned around to see the same blues eyes belonging to the guy I saw watching me at the video store. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He chuckled. I let out a quiet chuckle at the look on his face. 

“That’s alright. I just did not expect to see you again.” I pushed a stray piece of hair out of my face. “I’m (Y/N).” Sticking out my hand, I smiled at the boy while blushing a little bit. 

“David.” He shook my hand and leaned against the counter a little more comfortably. “So….” He took a quick look around and seemed to be fishing for something to say. “Come here often?” I giggled at his line. He lowered his eyes a little and let out a breathy laugh. “Yeah I know. Terrible line.” 

“It’s fine.” I smiled at him. David looked up at me through his eyelashes. “I’m serious David. It’s fine.” David finally looked at me fully. “To answer your question I do come here often.” David chuckled and smiled. “What about you?” 

“Yeah. Pretty much every night.” David took a look around the boardwalk. “I’m normally here with some friends though.” I nodded. 

“Yeah. Me too.” I pointed a thumb over my shoulder. “But looks like we both got ditched.” 

“Looks like it.” David agreed. 

“Pretzel and a medium soda!” I turned to grab my order before turning back to David. 

“Well since we both got ditched and it would be entirely silly for us to spend time on our own on the boardwalk….” David trailed off. I smiled as I nodded my head. 

“Why not?” I asked as David turned away. 

“Then right this way.” David joked. I soon fell into step next to him. “Is there anything you desperately want to do?” I shook my head as I started to eat my food. 

“Not really.” I shrugged. “I mean aside from eventually going on the Ferris wheel but that can always wait until later.” David led me over to the picnic benches by the beach. We took seats across from each other as I continued to eat. “So tell me about yourself David.” He shrugged. 

“Not much to tell.” He responded as he leaned over and tried to take a piece of my pretzel. I gently swatted his hand. “Born and raised in Santa Carla. Live on my own with some of my friends.” A shrug of his shoulders brought his hand back to his lap. “Cause a little trouble here and there but that’s about it.” I smiled over at David. “What about you?” I handed a piece of the pretzel to him as I shrugged.

“Same here. I live with my friend. Work at the video store from time to time. Otherwise I usually just hang out with (F/N). Either on the boardwalk or somewhere else in town.” I glanced over at David. 

“I haven’t seen you at the video store before.” I shot David a look. I had definitely seen him in the video store before. “Ok ok.” David held his hands up in defense. “Working at the video store before.” I laughed which caused David to smile. 

“I usually work mornings and early afternoons. Before Max comes in.” I responded. “Then I tend to go back later to make sure Max doesn’t need my help throughout the night.” 

“I take it he never needs your help?” David asked. Chuckling, I shook my head.

“No he never does need my help at night.” I smiled over at David. He smiled back. “But that’s alright because then I get to hang out on the boardwalk all night instead.” I shrugged. “Hey, check this.” I nodded at the trash can that was behind David. 

“Bet you can’t make it.” David said with a chuckle, looking back at me from having looked over his shoulder. 

“Bet I can.” I shot back, leaning a little close to David. He leaned in towards me and smiled again. 

“If you miss, spend the night with me. Do whatever it is I want to do.” David wavered. I cocked an eyebrow. 

“And if I make it?” I asked. David tilted his head slightly. 

“If you make it, I’ll do whatever it is you want to do.” He shrugged. “If you want me to leave you alone, I’ll go. If not then I’ll do whatever it is you want.” I nodded and took David’s outstretched hand. 

“Deal.” We shook on it and David slid over on the bench enough that I would have a better shot at the trash can. I picked up the cup and aimed at the can. I took a deep breath and aimed before throwing the cup. We both watched as time seemed to slow down as the cup arched in the air before hitting the side of the can and bouncing off the rim. My face fell and David’s smile grew as the cup hit the floor. We turned to look at each other at the same time and I sighed. “Alright. What did you wanna do for the rest of the night?” David leaned towards me again with a smile that sent a shiver down the back of my spine. Not a bad shiver. A good one. 

“Something you would never expect.” He said. I rolled my eyes and stood up. “But first I think you said something about eventually going on the Ferris wheel?” He stood up with me. 

“I can always come back and do that some other time.” I shrugged it off. “Let’s do whatever it was that you wanted to do.” David nodded and offered me his hand. I took it as we weaved our way through the crowded boardwalk. There were more tourists now that the sun had nearly completely gone down. We soon ended up by the various booths that lined the outskirts of the boardwalk. David let go of my hand and got on one of the motorcycles that was sitting next to the booth. I jumped as it started up and David smiled as he let the bike warm up. 

“You scared of a motorcycle (Y/N)?” He laughed as he smiled up at me. I shook my head. 

“I just didn’t expect it to be that loud is all.” I said with a shake of my head. I shifted from foot to foot as I decided if I should get on the bike or not. 

“Come on (Y/N). It's just a motorcycle. It can’t hurt you.” David coaxed as he watched my reaction. I bit my lip as I thought this through. I was getting on a dangerous bike with someone that I had literally just met going who knows where. And on top of that, I was leaving (F/N) behind on the boardwalk without any idea about where I had gone. Then again she had been trying to get me to be more adventurous. Shaking my head I finally took a step forward towards David and the bike. 

“Are you sure about this?” I was standing next to David on the bike. He balanced it perfectly as he nodded and watched my reaction. 

“If you are really worried about (Y/N), we can do something else?” David offered, his expression softening. I nodded. 

“Alright then.” I put my hand on his shoulder and swung my leg over the bike. David turned his head and I could of sworn I saw him smirk as I made myself comfortable behind him. I wasn’t sure where to put my hands until David pulled my arms tight around his waist. 

“Just hold on tight.” David whispered over his shoulder, giving my hand a squeeze. “It’s going to be a fast ride.” Before I could respond, David had revved the engine and taken off in a flurry of dust. I held onto him tighter and pressed my face into his back. After a while, I managed to pull myself away from him and look at our surroundings fly past us. I started to smile and when David looked over his shoulder at me, I saw him smiling too. As David looked back in front of him, he let out a yell of excitement. Little did I know the ride I was in for.

[spaceskam]

Oh my god this is amazing, how about Victorious, number 2?

okay most prompts are gonna be saved for after Christmas, but I got excited because I like this prompt list I made and i want to force other people to look at it and it's 1:30am and I've lost my mind

Victorious #2: character A gets their wisdom teeth removed and it's a handful, everyone has to help

"If I spend one more moment alone with him, I am going to kill him."

As if on cue, Michael let out a whine so loud that they could hear it from where they were congregating on the front porch of the cabin. Kyle closed his eyes, clenching his jaw at the sound. Logically, he was the doctor and he was best equipped to handle an unruly patient.

However, Michael Guerin defied logic.

"Oh, c'mon, this is his first, like, human thing he had to deal with, you have to give him a break," Isobel told him, but she really, really didn't get it.

Michael's "wisdom teeth", as they were calling whatever those freakishly sharp bones growing out of the back of his mouth were, had been hellish to remove. Because of that, he was on some nice drugs that were supposed to keep him asleep until it stop hurting. Instead, he was awake and a mess.

"Kyle!" Michael screamed. Sort of. It was more of just a high pitched whine with no consonants that Kyle had begun to recognize as his name.

"Please, help," Kyle begged them. He had called Liz, Isobel, Max, and Maria all to come help him take care of the monster. Alex was not going to be called if they could help it. Kyle promised him that he could handle it and that he could work. Maybe he had regrets, but Alex did not need to know that.

"Okay, we can do this!" Liz said and he was more than a little thankful for her can-do attitude.

Liz marched right into the room and went to Michael who was laid out on the couch. They all followed, staring at the puffy-cheeked manchild. His face was swollen and miserable, bloody gauze bursting from his mouth along with his tongue that he'd given up control over awhile ago.

"I bet your bed would be more comfortable, Mikey," she said softly. His eyebrows furrowed and he whined, throwing his arms around haphazardly like it was supposed to mean something. Liz blinked and then looked to Kyle.

"See? He's a mess."

"Hush, he can hear you," Isobel hissed. She knelt beside him and ran a hand through his hand which only earned more whining and thrashing until he fell off the couch. Which, obviously, caused more screeching.

"Jesus," Max scoffed. He, Isobel, and Liz all moved to hoist Michael back on the couch who was crying now. "Is he crying because he's in pain?"

"Honestly?" Kyle sighed, "I have no fucking clue. This is the fifteenth time he's cried since I brought him home."

"Do you wanna go take a nap?" Maria cooed, "Or maybe have a cold smoothie? Something that'd feel nice?"

Michael mumbled out an incoherent, squeak-filled response that just made Maria frown. She put her hand to his forehead and Michael just whined again, swatting her away.

"If you couldn't tell, he's not really big on being touch right now," Kyle sighed, crossing his arms. He felt like a dick, but also this was impossible. He was tired of hearing whining and tired of Michael not even trying.

"Maybe we should cave and call Alex?" Max suggested. Everyone in the room said 'no', while Michael just whined really loudly and held out his arms for nothing in particular. Kyle frowned.

"I said we could handle this and we can," Kyle said, "I'm gonna go get an ice pack."

In the minute it took him to get an ice pack, wrap it in a wash cloth, and put it to Michael's cheek, Michael had become enraged. He screeched something inhuman, flailing around even worse and knocking the ice pack out of Kyle's hand. All the objects on the walls and even the furniture in the cabin began to quake with his irritable energy.

Kyle thought about enforcing that they not call Alex when something shattered and it became clear they needed to bring in the big guns.

"Fine. Call Alex."

The call of defeat didn't seem to surprise Alex who arrived much faster than he should've. Kyle assumed he was already on his way back.

"I told you I could help," he said without any animosity or mocking when he walked in. The five of them were standing a good distance away from the ticking time bomb that was Michael Guerin. That was what got them an eyeroll from Alex.

When he sat on the couch, Michael latched onto him. They watched him put his head in his lap and curl up, finally stopping the irritating noises and the angry flailing and the out of control telekinesis. Alex even ran his hand through his hair and nothing life threatening happened.

"Could you guys get him an ice pack? I bet that would help," Alex said with a smile.

Kyle just did as he said because apparently one Alex was better than five other people when it came to Michael Guerin.

[hexlikesramennoodles]

If you’re still doing kissing prompts? #4

4. An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

Author’s note: this is rated M for suggestive content and violence. Inspired by this beautiful work of art by @kelpie-earnest. 

“It’s my brother. He can’t know I’m here,” Max said. “He’ll kill me. He’ll kill us.”

Steve gazed through the gap in Joyce Byers’ curtains, out to where the Camaro was tucked in the driveway like some gigantic waiting spider. The noise generated by the engine was tremendous, a powerful, vibrating thrum of tectonic force that could be felt through the walls. Right through to the marrow.

“Lock yourselves in,” he said.

Four pairs of disbelieving eyes swiveled around to stare at him. Steve felt the strange urge to laugh. Before he could, though, they all started arguing at once:

“Steve, no—”

“Didn’t you hear what I just said? He’ll kill you—”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Steve said in a loud voice, clapping his hands. “Did I stutter, you boneheads? Lock yourselves in, I said. Don’t open the door until you hear me say so.” He gestured vaguely to the window. “If it goes south—”

He heard Dustin’s intake of breath, registered Lucas’ eyes growing large and round in their sockets, but couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge them both, lest he start thinking too hard about what it was he meant to do—

“You run like hell, okay?”

It was fine, he told himself. He had survived the Demodogs. He could survive this, too. One carrier was chump change compared to what lurked in Hawkins’ cavernous underbelly. He was going to be completely fine.

It wasn’t until he stepped out onto the porch that he realized he’d forgotten to bring his bat.

“Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington?”

As always, the cherry of Billy’s lit cigarette preceded the rest of him. Steve watched its slow orbit in the gloom, his arms crossed loosely over his chest. Something made him uncross them, straighten his spine. A mnemonic echo. Billy’s fangs jutting wetly from the bed of his mouth, his hand held out. Plant your feet.

“I didn’t know carriers could dream,” he said evenly.

Billy lowered his hand. The cherry descended like a miniature comet, trailing embers and smoke. “I’m looking for my step-sister,” he said. The words were casual, almost friendly. They didn’t match his eyes. “Little birdie told me she was here.”

“I haven’t seen her, man. Sorry.”

A sudden explosion of glass made him jump: a beer bottle, flung from Billy’s hand into the gutter. Foam bubbled sluggishly from its broken neck, spreading across the blacktop in jagged white lines.

“You know,” Billy said. The driver’s door slammed shut, but the headlights stayed on; they cut a bright, glaring swath through the trees. “I was meant to be goin’ on a date tonight, amigo. I had it all planned out. Sure, his face wasn’t much to look at, but his neck? A whole meal. He had his own donor card, too. Certified and everything. But then what happens? Maxine goes missing, and I get told—I get told that I have to find her sorry ass, because she’s my responsibility. Which means my night—all that hard work—is down the toilet. Fucked.”

He smiled, then. Or snarled. The cherry of his cigarette rose, a wandering red star, a demon’s eye that kept lazily opening and closing on each inhale. Billy opened his mouth, still smiling, and doused the cigarette on his tongue. There was an angry hss of cooking flesh, like animal fat rendering over an open flame.

“As far as I’m concerned, you took my fuckin’ food, Harrington,” Billy continued, dropping the butt under his boot. “Are you gonna pay for it?”

“Will you leave them alone if I do?”

He could tell by the way Billy paused that whatever he’d been expecting when he stepped out of the Camaro, it hadn’t been that. Steve watched him flick his tongue over his teeth, telling himself that he was used to the sight by now. It was generally considered to be bad etiquette for carriers to flaunt their fangs in public, the same way it was considered indecent for non-carrier women to breastfeed in shopping malls. Billy was either unaware of the unspoken social laws of his kind, or he considered himself to be above them. Steve would bet all the money in his wallet on the latter; whether it was on the court or in class, the locker rooms or at house parties, Billy always had his fangs out.

“If the price is right,” Billy said. He was silent for another moment, his tongue between his teeth, studying Steve with an expression that was difficult to read. Sizing up the merchandise, Steve thought. “Have you been tested?”

He nodded. “When I was with Nancy, I—”

“Oh, that’s right,” Billy exclaimed, his smile turning into a sneer, “you were her blood bag.”

Steve gritted his teeth through the mockery. “I was her donor.”

“Please. We both know what you were, Harrington. What you still are. There’s no use denying it.” Billy moved with frightening agility; one moment he was on the other side of the road, the next he was breathing down Steve’s neck, his teeth—both incisors, each at least an inch long—hot and hard against Steve’s pulse. His pupils were two scorch marks, deepest obsidian ringed in flaming red and orange. “You and everybody else in that house, you’re all just meat. Prey. And I’m the hunter.”

“Not tonight,” Steve said. He turned his head, willing himself to stare into the darkest center of the red. The rage and hunger there. “Not ever. You can have me. But you can’t have them. They’re off limits from now on, you understand?”

Billy’s lips peeled apart. “Like I said. If the price is right.” He jerked his head in the direction of the Camaro. “Let’s have a taste.”

“Don’t you wanna take this elsewhere?”

“Why? I’m already dressed up for it.” In the blink of an eye, Billy was standing on the opposite sidewalk, holding the passenger door open. “Get in the car, blood bag.”

The inside of the Camaro was surprisingly clean, save for the smell: hot ash and hot blood. Visceral and vital. It was the smell of a fever that had yet to burn itself out, cloying and oppressive; the smell of a cancer ward. The word vampire was outdated. Vampire was for old Christopher Lee movies, for actors with powdered faces and plastic fangs smeared with sticky, ketchup-looking fake blood. Carrier was treatable; vampire wasn’t. Carrier made it sound akin to plague; carrier and medical emergency and regressive behavior. Carriers—not vampires—still retained their humanity somewhere inside, despite their monstrous symptoms. Steve knew better. Billy, like Nancy before him, was nothing human.

“Where did Wheeler like to have her fill?” Billy asked. “From your neck?”

“No. From my thumb.”

“Your—seriously?” Billy threw back his head, letting out a quick, yipping laugh. Steve followed the needlepoint gleam of his incisors with nauseated fascination. “How fuckin’ chaste. And you—you were okay with that, pretty boy?”

“You know, they don’t recommend you drink from the neck, typically,” Steve said. “Because it’s so close to the artery—”

“That’s what makes it feel so fuckin’ good, though. Like, really good.” Billy caught his eye in the rearview mirror and smirked, then leaned across to squeeze his knee. “Better than getting your finger sucked by some prissy bitch in her daddy’s pillbox McMansion.”

Steve pushed his knee out of Billy’s grip. “Don’t call her a bitch.”

“I’ll call her whatever the fuck I want, Harrington. She deprived you, and she did it on purpose. I bet she knew that if you had it elsewhere, you’d leave her in the dust.”

Something about Billy’s eyes, this close—how the red surrounding his pupils fluctuated as he spoke, shifting and dancing like real flames—had loosened Steve’s tongue, made him less aware of himself and his surroundings. Hadn’t there been a warning in the pamphlets about looking directly into carriers’ eyes? He couldn’t remember.

“It doesn’t matter,” he heard himself say. “She left me in the dust first.”

(Why not? Steve thought. Underneath the blood and ash and sickroom smell, he could just make out Billy’s cologne, a hint of sweetness to offset the bitter. The world was going to hell in a handbasket, but Billy looked like the closest thing to a model from a Calvin Klein magazine spread. Pretty. Hair spilling down his shoulders in soft, stylized waves, his muscled arms sitting snugly in the sleeves of his maroon shirt; Steve had always envied him for his arms. Why the fuck not?)

“She did, didn’t she?” Billy made a soft, sympathetic noise that was as bogus as it was scathing. “Oh, and she hurt you, too. She really hurt. But it’s okay now, though, because you’ve got me. And I can show you what you’ve been missing out on.”

He leaned across, so abruptly Steve didn’t have time to parse what was happening; panicking, he blurted out: “Is it gonna hurt?”

Billy’s smile paused inches from his neck. “It will, and then it won’t,” he said, “but you gotta relax first.”

Steve thought of Nancy. Billy’s hand was creeping up his arm, over his shoulder. Pulling the collar of his jacket and T-shirt to one side. Moving slow, like he wanted to savor it. Steve fixed his eyes straight ahead, on the outline of the driveway just outside the reach of the Camaro’s headlights. The engine growled and shuddered underneath his feet like an animal that wanted to throw him off. He thought of Nancy, or he tried to. Every time he pictured her smile, he came up short.

Billy let out a shaky breath. “Beautiful,” he said.

“What?” Steve said, distracted.

“Nothing, Harrington. Just relax.”

With Nancy, it had been like getting a flu shot. A quick jab, minimal pain, no mess. If Steve became lightheaded, she would stop. If he told her to stop, she would stop.

He didn’t know if Billy would extend him the same courtesy.

Minimal pain, no mess. Billy’s thumb caressed his neck, soothing the hoofbeat clatter of his heart. He was no longer smiling. Steve closed his eyes.

It was quick, he’d give Billy that—the initial pain. Steve shifted in the passenger seat, tilting his head as far back as the headrest would allow; Billy moved with him, cupping his jaw. He bit down lightly, suckling on Steve’s neck. Pain blossomed like a flare in the dark. Fading as Billy’s teeth probed deeper. He made a noise against Steve’s skin. It might have been a sigh of relief. A moan. Steve couldn’t tell.

“Let me know when you see the colors,” Billy said thickly. He sounded drunk. His hand was back on Steve’s knee, massaging the bone, anchoring them both.

“The—”

Billy bit down again and Steve cried out, shocked, his spine bowing. Not from pain. The pain had subsided entirely, morphed into a distant, warm prickling. It was actually kind of nice. Steve let the tension in his shoulders slacken, giving Billy’s mouth more leeway to rove over his skin. He was sucking hard, lapping at Steve’s neck like a dog with a bowl of water, his Adam’s apple working as he swallowed, paused to breathe.

“Knew you’d taste good.”

Billy’s voice, faint. Prickling like pins and needles. Steve was starting to feel as though he’d fallen asleep with his arm trapped underneath his body; the tingling, pins and needles sensation had spread from his neck down to his wrist. Numb and blissful. The heat from Billy’s mouth was building, tightening into a stranglehold. The car was getting warmer.

“I’d think about it,” Billy’s voice said. Still faint, still distant and removed. Steve fought to open his eyes; he was dimly aware of someone watching him, the hand on his knee parting his legs to run up the inseam of his jeans. He was too warm to do anything about it. “You know, when we were in the showers together and you’d … you’d just stand there, ignoring everybody else, I’d look at you, and think about what it would be like if I just …”

“Tore my throat out?” Steve slurred.

The prickling had turned into an itch, restless, fierce. Billy latched onto his neck, sucking with a junkie’s greed for his next fix, like he would die if he didn’t have it, like there was nothing in the world that mattered more. “No,” he said, laughing. Pulling off his neck with an obscene, theatrical pop that should have made Steve retch. Instead, it sent desire licking down his spine. “Hey, I’ve never killed anybody. Ask Laurie. Ask Tina. They both came to me begging for it. You know, I’ve always thought there was somethin’ in the water here that drove people crazy horny. Maybe you’re all just bored. Too wimpy to turn to meth. I was doing them a favor, man. There are worse things to get hooked on.”

“You were doing them a favor, huh? Wow. What a hero you are.”

“It was a mutually beneficial partnership,” Billy insisted. “You can feel it, right? It’s like … fuck, it’s like we’re fucking, almost. Or doing poppers. Except there’s no come down, no limit to how high you can get … you just keep flying … and flying …”

“Uh,” was all Steve could say. It did sort of feel like he was flying. He could no longer feel his arm, or his leg; the left side of his body seemed to have dissolved, become incorporeal. He didn’t have any sense of where the roof of the Camaro had gone; he was rising, being steadily submerged into the night sky. There came another moan. Billy’s teeth were thumb tacks pressing into the grooves of his palms, pins and needles, prickling and itching and stoking the fire between them.

“Can you feel it, Steve?” he was panting. His hand clutched at Steve’s leg in ecstasy and desperation. “Can you see me?”

“I—I can see you,” Steve mumbled. He was hot all over, floating in an ozone layer of swirling blues and greens and pinks. Each color was its own self-contained galaxy; each color reminded him of Billy’s eyes, ever-changing. Rings hot with lust. “God, the colors, Billy … I didn’t know …”

“It’s called a glamour,” Billy said. “I told you, baby. It’s good, isn’t it?”

“Good? It’s—it’s incredible. God, I’m—”

“Yeah?” Somewhere back on Earth, Billy’s smile had returned, wide and cannibalistic. “Yeah, baby? Are you close?”

“I’m—” Steve said, swallowing. His hands flapped at Billy’s chest like maimed birds. “I’m—I’m—”

It came at him out of nowhere, all at once. When it did, his mouth was still straining to form the words that he could no longer speak, pleasure robbing him of all ability to do so: I’m, I’m, ohmyGod, Billy, Billy, I’m gonna. Something soft brushed his cheek and he automatically turned towards it, his mouth opening, searching for comfort like a newborn’s rooting reflex searched for the nipple. He met the soft something halfway, and tasted himself.

Billy kissed him hard, his mouth tasting of Steve’s blood. The kiss was without fangs, without hunger or violence. His hand caressed Steve’s neck, played with his hair. His grip was lax and boneless.

He was well fed.

“Like we’re fucking,” Steve repeated. His voice sounded husky and raw, his vocal chords crippled. He was still coming, still high; his wrists trembled through the ghostly aftershocks. “Did you dream about that, too?”

He knew Billy was watching him. The prickling in his neck was all but gone; the wound had already sutured itself closed, and it would only reopen the next time Billy came for him. And he would come, Steve thought, with an odd sense of pride. Billy was the one who needed him, now. He wouldn’t be able to find it anywhere else. Not the way Steve tasted.

Billy reached for the steering wheel. He turned the key, and the headlights stuttered. Then, like a candleflame guttering out, they went dark.

[msjr0119]

We Belong

Introduction

A mini series

Today at work we had to use the defib for a patient, when I spoke to the patients son- he was so grateful that we managed to save his father’s life (thank god for our NHS- we are so lucky!) We spoke to him afterwards, and he spoke about how his father loved their mother but there was his childhood sweetheart who he regretted letting go- then bam, I’m inspired.

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*****

Liam and Riley had been on their ‘engagement’ unity tour - attempting to unite Cordonia after the recent attacks. It was now the day for Liam to show Riley her beautiful Duchy for becoming Queen and Duchess- Valtoria.

Bastien waited at the palace entrance for; Liam, Riley, Olivia, Drake, Maxwell and Hana- escorting them all to the large SUV.

“I didn’t realise Valtoria was this far, it always seemed like a quick journey.” Bastien overheard Maxwell ask Liam, gulping he lied to the group of friends.

“There’s been a diversion. We will be there soon, Sir.” Maxwell shrugged. After a while, Bastien pulled up- hoping he wasn’t going to be thrown into a dungeon for his deceit.

“What the hell are we doing at your ex’s Duchy Liam?” Olivia asked, quirking her eyebrows at him. Liam shared a vacant expression not knowing himself, focusing his gaze towards his guard - he folded his arms hoping that Bastien could provide the group with answers.

“Oh I get it, maybe Bastien is giving Riley another option for a Duchy? I mean Evie wasn’t exactly thrilled to be the heir, and we haven’t seen her in ages. She’s probably living the high life now- got a whole group of new friends. The Duke and Duchess before they passed away said she wasn’t interested even coming back from boarding school for the holidays.” Bastien ignored Maxwell’s theory, instead gesturing them to the front door. As they approached the door swung open. Shock was the common expression between the majority of the group of friends.

“Hey guys!” Evangeline, Liam thought whilst keeping a stoic expression- not wanting Riley to know how he truly felt about seeing his childhood sweetheart. Maxwell ran up to her picking up, swinging her about like a rag doll.

“Evieeeee. I’ve missed you! What are you doing here? Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“I told Bastien dur. Hence why you are all here. I’ve missed you too Maxi.”

“Well, well, well. It’s good to have you back Evangeline Bruley. I’m still the queen bitch though.”

“You wanna bet Liv? Drake. Still a grump I’ve heard?”

“It’s good to see you Bruley.” God she’s more beautiful than I remember.

“And you two must be Lady Hana and Duchess Riley- soon to be Queen. It’s so lovely to finally meet the person who stole Liam’s heart.” Evie walked up to the two strangers, giving them an over friendly hug. “Hi Li.” Liam looked at her as if she was a ghost. “Hello Evangeline. It’s nice to see you, but I was taking Riley to Valtoria. So if you’ll excuse us.” Needing to get away from the current situation- Liam knew his old feelings could potentially resurface. He loved Riley, truly he did- but Evie was the first girl to make his heart skip beats.

“Why don’t you and Riley just go. I need to catch up with Evie. Liv, Drake, Hana?” Maxwell could tell that this whole situation was awkward- especially seeing Riley’s body tense up. Olivia and Drake agreed to stay with Max catching up with Evie. Hana didn’t know the new Duchess personally, and was undecided on what to do. In one way, she felt awkward as she didn’t know Evie- but yet again she would feel like a gooseberry spending the day at Valtoria with Riley and Liam. Feeling guilty, she decided to stay with everyone- mouthing sorry to Riley, her best friend offered her a half hearted smile.

“Okay, well myself and Riley will go to Valtoria. You can all stay here. Goodbye lady Evangeline.”

“Your majesty, I hope you will both be attending my ‘welcome home’ ball tomorrow night?”

“Of course we will attend Evie. See you then.” Watching Bastien drive Riley and Liam away- Evie smiled at her childhood friends, eager to catch up with them all and to get to know the infamous talents Hana Lee.

“Come in everyone. Now I’m back, I better get used to being a Duchess.”

*****

Liam noticed Riley staring out of the window. Looking broken after her interaction with her fiancés ex.

“Ri?” Attempting to hold her hand, she abruptly brushed him away- sighing as she continued to stare into space, over thinking the events that were due to occur.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had an ex who was an heir to a Duchy?” Finally focusing her gaze onto his baby blues, she hoped that Liam would be honest with her. Knowing how he would possibly hide the truth to protect her feelings- she needed him to be open especially as they were due to get married.

“Because it’s not important. She isn’t important. And she’s been practically non existent since we was 11.” Sighing, he took Riley’s hands into his own. “The truth is myself and Evangeline were betrothed to be married. As Leo and Madeleine were. She was sent to boarding school- we all kept in touch. Some holidays, she would return. But she kept herself to herself, the last time I saw her was at her parents funeral two years ago- they died in a car crash. We never heard from her after.”

“Do you love her Liam?” Her bottom lip trembled, she had only just got him back and jealousy soon appeared- scared of losing him yet again.

“As teenagers, I did believe that I was in love with her. But our marriage was only going to ever be political. She didn’t feel the same towards me. I often wonder if that’s why she refused to come back home to Cordonia. Riley I love you. You are my Queen.”

*****

Maxwell and Olivia had decided to show Hana around, they had spent most of their childhood at the Duchy as they did at everyone else’s. Drake had always had a slight crush on Evie, but never exposed this. Mainly due to his best friend being in love with her since a young age.

“So Bruley, what’s it like to be back home?”

“Weird. I’ve missed you guys!”

“Even Liam?”

“Even Liam. Just because I didn’t love him, doesn’t mean that I don’t miss him. He’s one of my best friends. Always will be as you all are. Have you been to the gym? You look more toned.” Drake blushed, before gazing down at his body. Raising his head back up towards her- he providing that infamous Walker smirk.

“Maybe. It’s what single life does to you.”

“Is Kiara still drooling over you?” Pouting her lips, she knew just the mention of Kiara would frustrate him. Laughing at him now scowling at her, she held her hands up in defeat.

“Now that’s the most idiotic question for anyone to ask.”

“Why? If I was lesbian, I’d definitely choose Kiara- she’s beautiful, she’s intelligent...���

“Says the girl who got a scholarship into boarding school.” Drake interrupted.

“Well myself and Kiara would make a pretty intelligent couple then.” Drake raised his eyebrows, not knowing if she was being serious or not.

“So what do you want to drink? I know everyone else’s drink preferences as they came to my parents funeral.” Drake felt guilty for not attending- one reason was he was in Texas visiting his mother. The other reason being, that he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold his true feelings regarding her in, until today Evangeline Bruley was what he assumed just a teenage crush.

“I’m sorry about not being there. I did send my condolences. My mom needed me in Texas. I’m a whiskey man.”

“I’m joking with ya Drake. Good manly choice. Here.” Evie handed the drink to him, as he took the tumbler - their fingers brushed, sending a bolt of electricity through his veins. Noticing the wedding band on her finger, he felt slightly disappointed. Of course she’s married, why wouldn’t she be- he thought.

“They are my mother’s rings.” Evie realised he was gawking at her left hand, shaking her head she knew he was putting two and two together and making five.

“What?”

“I saw you look at them. I could see your mind working overtime.”

“Exactly, you’re intelligent. So erm... is there a special someone in your life?” Shit why have I asked her that?

“No. I mean, I’ve had boyfriends but they all ran away once they found out I was noble.”

“Not surprised!” Drake winked at her.

“Hey! Are you still sponging off Liam?”

“Touché! I’ve missed you. We all have.”

“Missed you too Walker. Will you be attending the ball tomorrow?”

“Attending, Yes. I haven’t got anything better to do. Boring commoner life. I’ll just stand in the corner as always.”

“You haven’t changed one bit have ya? Would you consider us close friends?”

“Erm. Yeah. Why?” Wondering why she would ask that he provided her with a perplexed expression- of course they were friends even if they had drifted apart over the years.

“Would you like to escort me into the ballroom tomorrow? I’d have asked max for old time’s sake, but I think he will ask someone else.”

“Who? Surely you could ask someone else. You don’t want me ruining your grand entrance.”

“Shut up! I asked you because I want you to escort me. We’re best friends. Don’t look over your shoulder but Liv is playing gooseberry....” Drake ignored her and turned around immediately- Olivia shook her head using her resting bitch face expression. “Drake I told you to not look! You ignored me!”

“They’ve been flirting all the way through Liam’s social season anyway. It’s no surprise.”

“Really? Aww little Maxi is all grown up....”

“Yeah. He’s smitten with Hana. You, me and Liv will play the sad singletons within this friendship group.” Evie laughed loud, not realising how loud until Olivia, Max and Hana snapped their heads towards her direction.

“Drake... you do know that Liv is fucking Bastien?”

[cherrybracelets]

i need my girl [j. hopper x reader]

song inspo | hopper playlist 

word count: 4k / warnings: swearing, age gap, alcohol mention, smoking mention

an: this takes place about a year after the events of s3, but this version hop came home safe and sound!!!! this was hella emo and i sobbed a lot. anyways, please leave feedback, feel free to send me a kind message or two. whatever. and as always, listen to the song inspo and check out my hopper playlist i worked very hard on 

When you thought about what your life was like a few years ago, before you accidentally saw too much while taking the trash out one night and got sucked in to an entire government conspiracy, it was honestly quite boring. You didn't remember what you did with your days when you weren't hunting shadow monsters and protecting a kid with supernatural abilities. You also don't remember what life was like before you met Jim Hopper. Although, you knew things were definitely much easier.

You had spent most of the last year at his side, you two always being in the right place at the right time to save each other, always reaching for the other first in times of danger. At first you chalked it up to coincidence, sure that you were both just fighting the same battles (literally). But, after a few months of constantly finding yourself in his presence, you realized you couldn't quite live your life without him (again, literally).

Even when you weren't saving the world together, you loved to be by his side. You loved how much he made you laugh, and no matter how many times he heard a song, he still couldn't get the lyrics right. You were starting to have serious feelings for him, and before you knew it you were head over heels crushing. And he felt the same way. He hadn't felt romantic feelings towards someone in a long time, especially someone who was significantly younger than him, and it scared the shit out of him.

He tried for a long time to ignore it, push it deep down inside, but before he left for Russia, he left you a detailed letter explaining how he felt. It broke your heart, especially because you didn't know if you'd ever see him again. But he came home, and as soon as you saw him, he asked you if you had read his letter, and for some reason you said no. You had convinced yourself that things would never work with you two , and you were terrified to hurt him. He had gone through so much, he didn't deserve to be with someone with just as much trauma. With everything you'd been through together, it seemed impossible to have a healthy, light-hearted relationship, and that's what he deserved. He never asked again about the letter, and you just figured he came to the same conclusion when he was away.

But despite it all, he was still your best friend, and that's why almost every day around lunch time, you found yourself waiting outside his office to bring him his lunch. He wouldn't eat healthy unless you literally sat and watched him eat every bite of his salad. He was a dad now, he had to take care of himself for her. That's what you always said to him, but also, you wanted him to be around as long as possible, because you couldn't imagine a world without him.

You sat eagerly on a shitty chair, looking around the station for the millionth time, staring at the same posters and flyers. You held his salad, and your own, in a small paper bag on your lap. The scent of grilled chicken filling your nostrils and making your stomach rumble. You threw your head back in frustration, hoping whatever was keeping Hop from letting you in his office was worth it. Whenever he was late to anything, though, you got a twinge of fear deep inside of you, that somehow he had gotten hurt- or worse, killed. You shook the thought out of your head, knowing he was probably just stuck on the phone listening to Dan complain about the neighborhood kids cutting his flowers again.

Hoppers office door swung open, and he greeted you with a large smile. "Hey, sorry I'm late- some crazy lady called about 'evil' birds at the park," he said, chuckling slightly. He motioned for you to come in, to which you quickly hopped up and walked over. He closed the door behind you, taking his hat off and letting out a large sigh.

"Listen, I'm not saying I would rather be fighting Russians, but God this job can be boring sometimes," he groaned, grabbing his salad from the bag and opening the container grumpily.

"Don't say that, you'll jinx yourself. How much you wanna bet a huge emergency is gonna come in soon?" You responded, laughing to yourself.

"I highly doubt that." Hopper poured a cup of dressing onto his salad and mixed it around a bit, playing with the lettuce. "What are you up to tonight?" He asked, taking a bite of chicken.

"Oh, I didn't tell you? Joyce set me up on some blind date with the pharmacist at her job," you answered in between large bites. You were too hungry to wait and make small talk with Hop today.

"A date?" He asked, shocked. His eyes were wide, eyebrows raised, an overall look of surprise covering his face.

"Yeah, according to her he's a great guy. We'll see, though, she set me up with some loser last month." You were staring at your food intensely, but looked up quickly to catch a look of disgust in Hoppers face.

"I didn't realize you were dating," he said in a hushed tone. He had put his fork down and crossed his hands on his desk.

"Sorry, it didn't seem like the type of thing I needed to run by you," you responded, sarcastically. You rolled your eyes at him, and continued eating. He just shook his head silently, picking up his fork and playing with his food again.

"I just figured it would be something you would've talked to me about, considering..." he trailed off.

"Considering what, Jim?" You looked up at him, his eyes locked on yours. You knew what he was thinking, what he so desperately wanted to say, to yell to you. Because you two loved each other. Although, it would never be said. It would never be said, because it couldn't happen. It wasn't supposed to happen.

"Nothing, never mind. Sorry." He stammered a bit over his words, and took a large bite of food to shut himself up. You two ate in silence for a few seconds, a thick fog of tension and awkwardness hanging between you. "Where are you guys going?" He asked.

"Enzo's. Six-thirty."

"Sounds good. Sounds really great..." He took another large bite and sighed. The two of you finished eating, only making light conversation through the rest of the lunch. You could tell he was upset, he wasn't doing a good job at hiding it. A part of you wished you'd never told him, but you knew he would have to know some day. You left pretty quickly after you finished eating, telling Hop you had to get back to work. But in all honesty, you just wanted to get out of there.

You walked back to work slowly, suddenly feeling very overwhelmed with life. You were getting that feeling in your chest and gut again, the same feeling you had when you read Hoppers leader for the first time. This feeling of intense love, not caring about anything else in the world except seeing him and holding him, protecting him from everything this world could throw at you. You wanted to run back into his office, wrap your hands around his face and kiss him, not let a single thing come between you.

But you shook it away, burned it out of your brain. You tried to think about what you were going to wear tonight, and how you were going to do you hair. Hopper really liked this blue dress you had, you wore it to El's birthday party this year. But it didn't matter what Hop liked, because this wasn't a date with him. So fuck the blue dress, you'll wear something else, something for you.

You continued walking quickly, back to your office, your mind sweeping your closet to find an outfit for tonight. For the first time since making the plans, you were actually kind of exciting. It would be nice to have a normal conversation with someone, for once. You had almost forgotten what it was like to talk about the weather, gossip about the locals, just be a normal adult. It kind of sounded boring, but safety was boring, you'd learnt that very well over the past year. There was suddenly a cold breeze of autumn air that rushed past you, raising goosebumps across your body. You felt yourself shiver as it passed you, a familiar dark feeling crawling over you. You shook it off, knowing you were perfectly safe in Hawkins, now. At least, that's what you had hoped.

You walked into your office building and took the elevator to your floor, trying to figure out what you could talk about tonight. You finished up your work for the day fairly quickly, it was slow at the office this time of year, and you were exceptionally bored today. When five o clock rolled around, and it was time to go home for the weekend, you happily walked out to your car and took in the fresh air. You didn't get much of it, closed away in your cubicle.

You drove home, enjoying singing along to the radio, windows rolled down and the crisp smell of pumpkins and changing leaves filling the space of your car. Fall was your absolute favorite time of year, there was something about the way nature felt so welcoming, so forgiving, during fall. The warm colors of the leaves felt like you were being wrapped up in blankets and a warm fire crackled away in front of you. The smell of crisp apples and the excitement of kids picking out their Halloween costumes. Your mind suddenly fell to El, remembering a few weeks ago when you promised you'd help her pick out a costume this year.

You loved El, and you loved whenever you got to make dinner for her and Hopper, renting girly rom coms and forcing him to watch while he just sat silently, rolling his eyes and grunting at every cheesy line. And after El would go to bed, you and Hop would sit on his deck, smoking and sharing a six pack of beer, watching the stars travel above you. There was one night, back in July, Max had invited El over for a sleepover, and it was just the two of you that night.

Hopper was off his ass drunk, trying to tell you about the stars, despite knowing absolutely nothing. He was pointing them out, giving them all names of people he knew, dying laughing as he mocked Steve and Mike.

"Do you see that one, up to your right?" He pointed to a large, glowing star, cigarette butt hanging in his fingers.

"Of course." You watched the way the moonlight brightened up his eyes, and you could see deep inside his soul. Perhaps you had had a bit too much to drink, as well. But to this day, you swear he had completely opened himself up that night. You had seen all of him, no rough shell protecting him, no grumpy exterior. Just... Hopper.

"That star is you."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because it's the most beautiful one. The biggest, brightest. No matter what, I can't look away from it. Despite the thousands- no, millions of other stars up there, that's the one I will look at for the rest of my life." Hopper stared wide-eyed at the star, a smile growing on his face. You watched him, not sure what to say, wanting to know so badly how his lips would feel pressed against yours. What it would be like to love him.

"I gotta pee," he said, loudly, giggling as he stood up and walked inside. You sat on the porch, taking another sip of beer and a long drag of a cigarette. You stared at the star, burning in into your memory.

You were brought back from your thoughts when a car horn broke through your memory. You were sitting at a light that had turned green, and the people behind you were getting pissed. You waved your hand to apologize and began to drive, pulling onto your street. You finally got into your driveway and parked your car, taking a moment of silence before getting out and going inside. You were greeted by your dog, who was happily barking at the window as he saw you pull in.

You headed to your bedroom and began scouring through your closet, determined to find something incredible for tonight. Luckily for you, buried deep in the back was a forgotten dress from your sisters wedding. You pulled it out, smiling at the find. It was a deep plum that looked beautiful with your skin and hair color, and perfectly accented your curves in all the right ways. You couldn't believe you forgot about this! It was perfect!

You quickly curled your hair and freshened your makeup, doing your best to make yourself look somewhat together. You slipped into your purple dress and put on a pair of cute black heels. You did a double check in the mirror, flattening out the sides of your dress and flipping your hair a few different ways before settling on a style. You took a deep breath, feeling a rush of different emotions as you walked out your door and to your car. You drove slowly to the restaurant, keeping the windows rolled up to avoid the wind messing up your hair.

When you pulled up to Enzos, you handed your keys to the valet, and walked shyly inside. You stood at the podium, waiting for the hostess to come back from seating another couple.

"Hello, welcome to Enzos, how can I help you?" She smiled kindly at you, turning her head slightly while waiting for your response.

"Hi, I'm meeting someone here on a date. We had reservations, should be under Matt..." you trailed off, peaking down at her list.

"Oh, yes, those reservations were cancelled earlier today." She frowned at you, and double checked her list a few times.

"Uh, I'm sorry, that can't be right. Matt Palmer?" You shook your head in confusion, crossing your arms and letting out an annoyed sigh.

"Yes, miss, I'm sorry... He called around three to cancel. I spoke with him directly."

"Well, that's just great. I'm glad he called to let you know," you responded, angrily. You rolled your eyes in frustration. "Do you guys have a phone I can borrow?"

The girl looked slightly annoyed, but smiled through it and handed you their landline. You started dialing Matt's number, ready to scream at him for standing you up. Who cancels at the restaurant, but doesn't even have the decency to call his date himself?

Matt picked up, and cheerily said, "Hello, Matt speaking."

"Matt, hey, good to hear from you. It's (Y/N)... what the hell, dude? Did you seriously cancel our date and not tell me?" You were talking quite loudly, and were getting obvious stares from the elderly couple waiting to be seated. The hostess was staring at you, and awkwardly smiled when you made eye contact.

"Woah, (Y/N), I didn't want to cancel. I just talked to Joyce today, and she told me you didn't want to go anymore?" Matt sounded genuinely confused, his voice in full defense mode.

"What?" You whispered, shocked. "I haven't even talked to Joyce today... why the hell..." you trailed off, racking your brain as to why she would say that.

"Listen, I can meet you there in thirty minutes if you still want to go? I'm sorry for all the confusion, honest... I was excited for tonight! I bought new cologne!"

"Matt... I'll call you soon, okay, we can reschedule. I'm pretty sure I know exactly who pulled this shit." You angrily hung up the phone, stomping over to the hostess and handing her the phone.

"So, should I not put your name on the waiting list?"

"I think you know the answer to that," you responded, rolling your eyes and walking quickly out of the restaurant. You waited on the sidewalk for the valets to bring your car back around, fuming with anger. When your car got there, you hopped in quickly and sped off towards Hoppers house. You drove in silence, pushing your car way over the speed limit, fingers digging into the fabric of the steering wheel. When you pulled into his driveway, you got out of your car without even taking the keys out of the ignition, running to his front door and slamming on it, loudly.

"Hopper!!" You yelled. The door swung open, and a confused and sleepy looking Hopper answered, a cigarette hanging between his lips. "What the fuck, Jim? I know you told Joyce to cancel my date."

"What? Why would you think that?" He took the cigarette out and threw it in the ash tray next to him.

"Because, I know you were pissed about me going in the first place. I'm not stupid." You crossed your arms and raised your eyebrows at him, ready to hear his next excuse.

"Fuck, okay, I know. I'm sorry... I just... couldn't have you dating him." Hopper put his hand over his eyes and rubbed them, a frustrated groan escaping his lips.

"Why would you do that?" You watched him, watching his body slightly tense up, his hands balled into fists.

"Because, oh for fucks sake... I wrote it in that damn letter that you never got... I just..."

"I got the letter!" You yelled, interrupting his thoughts.

"You... what? Are you kidding me? God, that's fucking great, (Y/N), if you didn't feel the same way, you could've just told me instead of lying to my face about it for a year!" Hoppers lips were pursed, and he was screaming only inches from your face. You could feel the warmth of anger radiating from his body, and the slight smell of his tobacco and vanilla cologne.

"But I do feel the same way, Jim. I fucking do! But I can't... we can't... you deserve something normal, and someone normal... something without baggage, and trauma. Not me... you are a thousand times too good for me, Jim. I need to get out of here..." you mumbled, fumbling back to your car as tears started to rush down your face.

"Wait, don't go!" Hop yelled, slamming his front door behind him and crawling in his truck, turning it on to follow you. You began speeding away, Hopper not far behind you. He turned the lights and sires on in his truck, speeding up to get right on your tail. You shook your head angrily and pressed down on the gas pedal. He did the same, staying close to you.

"Pull over, (Y/N), please!" You heard through his megaphone. "It's illegal to run away from a police officer, ya know, I could have you thrown in jail for this!" He yelled again, laying on his horn a few times. Although you knew he would never actually put you in jail, a wave of nervousness flooded through you, and you pulled your car over into the shoulder of the road. Hopper pulled up behind you, stopping his car and turning off the sirens. Silence flooded around you for a moment, only able to hear the sound of your tears and heavy breathing.

Hopper walked up to your window, tapping on the glass with the butt end of his flashlight. You rolled your window down, and wiped the tears off your cheeks with the back of your hand.

"Do you know why I pulled you over today, miss?" He asked, crouching to meet you face to face. You let out a small laugh, although you tried not too.

"Hopper..." you muttered between breaths.

"(Y/N)... can you step out of the vehicle?" He motioned for you to come outside.

"Are you serious?"

"Are you ignoring a direct order from the chief of police?" He asked. You rolled your eyes, opening your door and standing outside, arms crossed and avoiding his eyes.

"There hasn't been a moment of my life in the past four years that has been normal. Not a single god damn thing, (Y/N). And I love it... the chaos, the adventure... I've saved people. I've saved you... El... I don't want a white-picket fence, golden retriever, apple pie life. I want you... I've wanted you since the first time you jumped in front of a Russian spy to save me... you are the most bad ass, beautiful, intelligent... amazing person I have ever met. You are my star, you are all I see." He pointed behind you, and you turned around to see the same bright, shining star that he compared you too only months ago.

You turned back to him, standing on your toes and cupping his face in your hands. "Hopper... I would spend the rest of my life protecting you if I could... when I read that letter, the first time, I didn't know if I would ever see you again. Every time I'm not with you I feel this large, emptiness sitting inside of me. And a fear... I am so scared without you. You make me feel safe... and loved."

"That's because I am so unbelievably in love with you. I don't want you on any fucking dates with any dumb ass pharmacists," he laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist. "I don't think I would be half the person I am today if you weren't by my side through all of this... you, El... you are my girls. In all honesty, a few years ago, I never thought I would be capable of loving anyone again. In a father way, or a romantic way... and then I met El... and I knew I had to protect her, be the dad I couldn't be with Sara. And then... you... I felt love again for the first time with you."

A single tear had fallen from Hoppers eye, and you wiped it away with your thumb. You pressed your face to his, and kissed him slowly. The first time you had ever kissed him, and it was just how you imagined it. Although his lips were just on yours, you felt it through your whole body, felt his love coursing through your veins. Being held by him was the most amazing feeling you had ever felt. His lips moved with yours, pouring out months of locked-up love, finally being himself, flooding all of his feelings into you.

You broke the kiss and pulled your face away, wanting to see him. Wanting to look at the man in front of you, opening himself up on the side of the highway. His eyes were shining brightly in the moonlight again, open portals to his soul, you seeing deep into him. And you felt yourself opening up, too. Everything you had felt, everything you had wanted to say, was finally all out in the open, hanging around the two of you, completely barricading you from the rest of the world. All you had was love, all you had was each other in that moment.

"Will you come home with me, please?" He whispered to you, holding your body close to his.

"That's all I want, Hop. I'll go anywhere you go." He kissed you on the forehead and pulled you even tighter, the coldness of the night finally settling on the two of you. Your star hanging in the distance above you, illuminating the darkness surrounding you. Now that you had each other, there was no longer any darkness. Your love would always illuminate the world around you, always keep you protected.

[iamtaekooked]

Genre: Romance, Angst, Drama, some smut in future chapters and everything in between

Word Count: 9.3K 

Mafia!AU 

Pt 1 || Pt 2 ||  Pt 3 ||  Pt 4 || End 

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Summary: 

King. It’s a name you have heard on TV, on people’s lips. His name carries through the wind in the air. He’s not a person but he’s a presence that runs deep into veins of Seoul. No one has seen the man’s face. No one knows who he is or where he is, but the fear he inspires is always there. He’s ruthless and he’s a monster. One chance encounter lands you in his sights and now he wants you. He’ll go to any length to have you. But you can’t love him nor can you hate him. 

A/N: Surprise! I bet you guys weren’t expecting me to post anything. This is going to be a short series of 5 parts max, maybe even less than that. It’s my first mafia! AU so I hope you guys can give it a lot of love! 

The TV cast shadows through the dark of the room as you flipped through channels. You happened upon a news channel showing a blurred picture of the man the whole city had come to know as “King”. Seoul was run by the mafia. Everyone knew that but no one did anything because the whole family was too powerful to control. They had their hands in everything, from governments to educational institutions. It was an understatement to say that they controlled Seoul. They controlled all of South Korea, from Seoul to Busan.

The media and police had their suspicions that it was one of the rich families but no one had any concrete evidence. The police force of the entire country was pretty much useless because till date, after 4 decades of their rise to power, they hadn’t been able to secure a single viable lead. What was worse was that there was no doubt that the entire law enforcement probably answered to the mafia family. Their pockets were deep and their ties knew no bounds.

You stare hard at the picture on the television, trying to think if you have ever seen the man before. But it is so blurry your head starts hurting. Underneath the picture is the running headline. The newsreader informs that “King” attempted to murder a journalist who somehow discovered his identity and managed to escape. A cold chill runs down your spine, as you stare at the picture of the poor man in the hospital and the news reader’s voiceover saying that he is a coma.

The only person who possibly knows the mysterious King’s identity is now effectively useless until he wakes up. You sigh and switch the channel because things like this are too harsh and real and they scare you because what if one day it’s you in a hospital bed because you messed with the wrong person?

“You’re not asleep yet?” Yoo Ri announces her arrival as she enters the living room, still wearing her work clothes.

“How was work?” you turn around in your spot on the couch to face her.

“Tiring. There were so many customers and once the news came on, everyone from the outside came in to watch” she sighed as she took off her jacket and hung it on the coat rack.

“You saw it too?”

“The news channels have been playing it since this afternoon on a loop. Do you think they’ll be able to find him?” she questions as she flops down on the couch next to you.

“I don’t know and I don’t wanna talk about it. It scares me. He scares me. No one knows what he looks like and what if I have bumped into him before? What if he comes after me? You never know with people like him” you shudder. “Anyway, aren’t you going to eat?”

“No. I am going to sleep” she yawns and goes off towards her bedroom. “Good night” she waves lazily without looking at you.

“Good night” you sighed and shit off the TV with your mind running rampant with thoughts about “King”.

//////////

Walking at night in Seoul had become a menacing task. Especially with the whole “King” fiasco, your mind had been more paranoid than usual. Every little sound was enough to scare you. Every man’s in the entire city was someone to be afraid of. “King” could be anyone. He could be one of your co-workers. He could be the guy in the long black trench coat on the opposite sidewalk across the road. He could be the guy you bumped into last week while delivering newspapers. He could literally be anyone and be anywhere and you wouldn’t know.

You had no idea how you were so affected by it, but the brutal image of that journalist in his battered and thoroughly bruised state had been haunting enough to stir fear in you. The way a deep gash ran diagonally through his face, the way his eyes were both black and his nose was disfigured was enough to inspire such deep fear.

Seoul had become rampant with criminal activity in the past few years and you found yourself in Itaewon which was gradually transitioning towards a more crime catering neighborhood more than its current promise of great nightlife and entertainment.

Just as you pass by an alley you hear muffled sounds and loud thumps. You freeze in your spot and everything in your body tells you to run the other way but you are held onto the spot by some unseen force. A man is kneeling in front of two other men, one taller and leaner, the other more muscular. The tall, lean man is wearing a navy suit, while the others sports a black suit.

“I swear I didn’t do anything” the poor man begs, with slurred speech and you can see through the dim light from the street light that his mouth is filled with blood.

“Why should I take your word for it?” comes a menacing voice from the guy in the navy suit.

“I am telling you I didn’t do anything. Please, please let me go” the man cries and begs for mercy and your heart breaks. You don’t know the context behind the conversation but how can someone be so brutal?

Navy Suit kicks the man in his chest and he falls down on his ass, and folds his hands in a begging manner. “I didn’t kill your man. The hit was ordered but I didn’t do it. Someone else did it”

“Who? Give me a name and I’ll think about letting you go”

“I don’t know, sir. Please! Believe me!”

“Don’t you know who I am?” Navy Suit asks the man menacingly as he crouches down and holds the man’s face with one hand hooked under the chin.

“I am sorry. Please, spare my life, King”

Your eyes widen more if that was even possible. You place a hand on your mouth to prevent from making a sound and alerting them to your presence. He is right in front of you and you can’t even run because your legs are frozen in place. Shock has completely gripped you and you don’t even know what to do.

“You’re dead meat anyway” King’s boot connects with the man’s skull and he falls on his head. “Finish this” comes the man’s rugged voice. It’s cold and emotionless. There is nothing human about it, and if he weren’t a man standing on two legs you would have thought he was a monster.

Black Suit nods and pulls out a gun. He clicks off the safety and holds the gun to the man’s head.

“Please. Please. No. It’s wasn’t me. I swear on my mother’s life, it wasn’t me. Please spare me. Please. Please!” he was folding his hands and begging for mercy but the two men didn’t care.

Then King turns around and his eyes connect with you before you even have the chance to hide. You can’t see his face because he is wearing a mask and all life drains out of you. Your blood runs cold and your body temperature drops a few celsius. You feel a chill run through from head to toe as King begins walking towards you.

“Let him be. We’ll get him later. For now, we have company. ” King orders Black suit and he turns around and follows.

You stumble backward and trip over a random stone. Before you make contact with the ground, however, you are held in place by Navy suit as he holds onto your wrist.

“How much did you see?” he questions and all you can do is stare at him with wide fearful eyes, with tears brimming to the rim.

“I- I… I…. I didn’t-” you squeak and close your eyes which allows the tears to escape to your cheeks.

“We should kill her” Black Suit whispers but fails to be discreet because you can hear him in the silent of the night.

“Please. I didn’t see anything. I don’t know anything. Just… let me go” you begin to shake while he still holds onto your wrist. His eyes are jet black, with no sign of warmth or humanity. They are devoid of any emotion and even if he wasn’t wearing the mask you knew he would look just as cold and inhumane. Your heart lurches into your stomach as he begins walking with you in tow.

“Let me go!!” you protest and try to wrench your hand from his grasp as it dawns on you that you are being kidnapped. What fate awaits you, you don’t know. But you can only think about the worst outcomes like being raped, or being killed, or being tortured and then killed, or any combination of inhumane things a human can do to another.

“Help me” you screamed in hopes that someone would hear me. “Help!” you scream again but no one comes forward and your trajectory is still locked towards King’s car. You holler and protest and kick in the air behind him, but his grip is far too strong for you. You use your nails to dig through his skin and when they nick the heel of his hand he hisses in pain and stops for a moment. But then he begins walking again and you use the back of your heel to kick him in the shin. He almost trips and curses, but doesn’t let up.

“Open the fucking door!” he yells and another tall man dressed in black steps out from the driver’s side and opens the back door as instructed. King shoves you into the back seat and then closes the door. Immediately you latch onto the door on the other side, desperate for an escape while he circles the car to enter through the other side.

Just as your hand curls around the handle, the door is yanked open and in slides King next to you. You try to yank the door open from your side, but it’s a fruitless attempt because obviously the door is locked. Your thrash around and kick him on the side while he just sits there with his arms up to protect himself. You manage to get a hold of his hair and you try with all your might to pull at him, but he is strong enough to push you away from himself. You hit the door hard and settle back down for a second as pain shoots through your shoulder.

“Let me go you, you asshole!” you yell after a while and in the small space your voice is 10x louder and you hear King wince as he holds a hand against your mouth.

“Shut the fuck up!” he yells at you.

You take the opportunity to bite the flesh of his palm and he yells in pain and removes his hand while rubbing the sore spot. He looks at you bewildered. “What the…,” he whispers.

“I told you! Let me go!!!!!” you take an aim at his face but end up missing and your hand connects with the window past his head.

“Fuck! Shit!” you scream and fall back onto the seat, cradling your hand. Now you are completely crying and sobbing into your hand as you hold it tight. You see that your knuckles are bleeding and some of it ends up on your nose. But you don’t care because a fate worse than some bleeding knuckles awaits you. The thought makes you cry harder

“Are you done?!” King asks you with a sigh as he looks at you and then at your hand.

He lifts his pelvis off the seat and brings are handkerchief out. Then, his hand is enclosed around yours.

“Stop! Don’t touch me” you try to wrest your hand away from him but in the process end up hurting yourself more. “Oww!” you cry

“Stop moving. I am going to tie this on your hand. Fucking relax” King says in an irritated voice.

“Relax?!” you feel so pissed off that you use your other hand to punch him in the face. It’s weak because you only graze his cheek. You watch as he draws in a deep breath and above the mask his nostrils flare. A second after you realize that he could possibly kill you. But still, he doesn’t do anything to you.

“How the fuck should I relax when I am fucking being kidnapped you asshole!” you cry and begin sobbing once more while ducking your head.

He doesn’t reply but focuses on tying the handkerchief on your hand to stop the bleeding. Once he is done you yank your hand away and cradle it in your lap. You look outside the window and see that you are passing over some kind of bridge. You have never seen this part of Seoul before, but maybe you’re not even in Seoul anymore. You let your head flop against the back of the car seat and give up. There is no point in fighting him. There is no use of protesting because you are going to die in a matter of minutes anyway.

In the silence, your whole life flashes in your mind. You’re not dying but still, you remember all the good moments you have had in your life with your family and friends. You have always been a good person so you hope that once he is finished with you, you end up in heaven. You’ve already seen hell.

“Can I have my last dying wish?” you mumble as you look out of the window.

“Dying wish?” he repeats back your words.

From the front seat black suit and the driver guy snicker.

“Yeah. You know how if you’re about to kill someone they usually get to do something they have wanted to do before they die?” you wipe away some stray tears from your cheeks as you sniffle.

“Look here lady, we don't do-” Black suit begins but is cut off by King.

“What do you want?” he almost sounds tender which makes you look at him. But you immediately regret it because he reminds of your impending doom and you begin crying again.

“I want to see your face,” you say. “I want to see the face of the man who has terrorized so many people. I want to know your face so that once I am dead I can you haunt you for the rest of your life”

He chuckles and you turn to glare at him.

“You are going to kill me anyway. So what’s the harm?”

“I am not going to kill you” he replies.

“You’re not?”

“No. Not today”

“Then why in God's world would you kidnap me?” you look at him bewildered, thoroughly and utterly confused by what he’s saying.

“To make a point” he speaks casually like it’s some casual conversation. For him it is. He’s done this a million times, you are sure. “I don’t like it when people interrupt me. I don’t like it when people walk in on my business. You are a risk, a threat. I know how to keep people quiet. I am very good at that, so consider this a warning”

“So why...a- aren’t you k-k-killing me today?” you question in a quavering voice.

“I am in a good mood despite everything. Don’t let me catch you on my bad days” he winks.

The car comes to an abrupt stop and your head slams into the back of the driver’s seat. “Ouch..” you hold your head in your hand.

“You should be more careful y/n” you can see his eyes crinkle and you know that behind the mask is a smile.

“H-Ho-how do you… how do you know my name?” you question wide-eyed, with heart thumping in your chest.

“Just like I know where you live” he reaches over you and unlocks the car door. He’s too close for comfort, and you don’t like the way he looks at you. Up close you can see his eyes, and how young they are. These are not the eyes of a man who has seen many years of this world. He’s young, that much you can tell. Probably not much older than you are. Maybe in his 20’s. You realize that he’s unlocked the door and you make haste to get out of the car and slam the door behind you.

You stumble onto the road and stand rigidly with your breath caught in your throat.

The window rolls open on your side. “Have a good night miss y/n” he says with a low voice. “You are a smart woman. You know what you should and shouldn’t do. I don’t need to tell you” he tips his head, the window rolls back closed and then the car drives off.

The image of his cold eyes is seared into your brain which has the effect of making you breathless. It’s not because you thought his eyes were beautiful, because you didn’t even what face he hid behind that mask. Besides, even if he were handsome you doubt you could ever like him, given how inhumane and monstrous the man is. He has no human tendencies, so he can only be one thing… a monster who wears the mask of a human to fool everyone into thinking he is one. But he isn’t. He’s ruthless, he’s heartless, and he’s a murderer.

He’s the Devil in disguise.

////////

After the encounter with King, you hole yourself up in your room for days and refuse to come out. The fear he inspired in your is too real and too strong to be fought against. You don’t tell Yoo Ri anything, and you don’t pick up any of your friend’s calls. Multiple times Yoo Ri has pounded on the door and begged you to come out, but she always gives up when you don't answer and leaves food by the door before she leaves for work and after she comes from work.

You lie in bed all day long and remember how close you came to losing your life. There is something about King that you can’t put a finger on. Yes, he is ruthless but it's something about the way he is truly apathetic and unapologetic about his ways. Just because he was in a good mood he didn’t kill you. That was very terrifying in its own way because to the man killing someone is as simple as having a bad day. That is the definition of psychotic.

You shudder as you remember his warning. You take it seriously and avoid every attempt at making contact with the outside world. You have even called in sick to work so many times, you are sure to be fired.

There is a knock on the door again.

“Go away Yoo Ri!” you whine and hide under the blankets.

“I will but there is a very weird delivery for you. From…. Yours Truly” she says confusedly and immediately you shoot out of bed and hurriedly unlock the door.

“Show me!” you say with urgency and take the bunch of dried flowers from her hand. “Is this it?” you ask and she nods.

You notice a white card in the middle of the bouquet of dried flowers and open it while shoving the bouquet at her. You find a piece of card, from the set of standard poker cards.

“Flowers don’t bloom if they don’t see the sun” you read the side with writing on it and turn it over to see it’s a King card. Your eyes widen with horror and you drop the card on the floor. “Throw them away” you mutter to Yoo Ri and shut the door again.

“Y/n, come out and explain this! I swear Gashina, I am going to break this door!” usually when her Korean comes out, you know she’s dead serious. You sigh and open the door before she actually does something stupid and hurts herself.

“What the fuck is all this?” she shoves the bouquet at you but you immediately step back like it’s poisonous and it falls to the ground.

“I’ll tell you. Have a seat” you walk dejectedly towards the living room, but make sure to avoid the bouquet as you step over it. You fidget, running a hand over knuckles you had accidentally bloodied while trying to punch… him.

“Will you speak?”  Yoo Ri says frustratedly.

“About 2 weeks ago, when I was coming back from work I came upon an alley where I saw two men beating a man for doing something… I don’t know what, so don't ask. Anyway, I was caught and I was taken in a car and I thought I was going to die Yoo Ri. The man who was the leader told me that this was a warning. That he wouldn’t kill me, and then he let me go” you sigh. “ That’s all and I hurt my hand while trying to punch him”

“Were they gangsters?” Yoo Ri questions curiously, but there is a hint of concern in her expression.

“Yeah. They were. You know him”

Yoo Ri seems to ponder your words for a while and then a look of realization comes across her face.

“You have to tell the police” she begins but you wave a dismissive hand.

“No. I can’t. Don’t you see? He knows where I live, where I work. He knows everything about my life and those rotten flowers is also a warning. A warning that he’s watching me, watching us”

“How do you know that?” she questions and this time she sits close to you and holds your hand in hers.

“Because he told me and he knew my name when I didn’t even tell him and he dropped me off home even though I never told him where I live. Besides, I would be surprised if something like this didn’t happen. Yoo Ri, you haven’t met him. He’s…. frightening”

“I am sorry y/n. Here I thought you were just being whiny for no reason”

“It’s okay. But please be careful” you smile at her.

“ I will. You too” she returns your smile.

/////////

2 months pass by without a word from King. Even the media frenzy surrounding him dies down a bit. You feel like you can breathe again. You can go outside and not feel like you are being watched, although you know that you probably are. But at least he isn’t making it a point to remind you. It’s gotten easier as days have gone by.

You still remember his eyes. Those cold, dark angular eyes were ones you could recognize anywhere. He still invaded your dreams and turned them into nightmares. He still scared you, although not enough to make you want to give up on life. The flowers had been the last of it. No more cards, no more terrifying “gifts”. No more warnings. His presence had been absent from your life and you couldn’t have been more grateful.

“Y/n!” Yoo Ri comes home excited and she almost knocks over the coat rack as she slides to a stop on the floor. “Let's go to this new club that’s opened”

“Yoo Ri, you know-”

“I know you don’t like clubs. But come on! It’s brand new and because of that, it won't be old or musty. Plus they have a no smoking policy. Come on, please, please, please. Pleeeasssee!” she practically sits at your feet and begs you.

You regard for a moment before giving in to her whims. “But don’t leave me there when you see a cute guy. That’s my condition”

“I won't!” she says excitedly and runs into her room. “Get changed!” she yells as he closes the door.

///////

About 9 pm you arrive at the club she had been talking about. The line outside stretches at least a mile long and you wonder whether all the other clubs in Seoul are empty right now. Yoo Ri and you don’t have to wait in line though, because she knows one of the bouncers and he lets you in without the wait.

You enter the place and it’s unlike any club you have been to. It’s huge and spacious and despite there being so many people inside, there is still room to breathe. The lights a dim yellow which gives the place a very seductive vibe. On the far right side from the entrance is the bar where as per usual is a large crowd of people waving over the bartender and shouting for drinks.

Adjacent to it is the dance floor which is also full of people, and upon a stage is the DJ booth. As you look around your eyes settle on an area above the DJ’s booth. It must be the VIP area because it has been cordoned off and it’s the only area in the place that is not packed with people. The room is walled by glass panels and beyond the room is a little a balcony where people can come out see the club with a view atop the perch.

Through the glass, you can see people with drinks in their hands socializing with each other, while a couple is dancing in a corner of the room. You are about to continue on with your inspection of the place when suddenly your eyes catch a man sitting on the red couch with a drink in his hand.

His eyes meet yours and you feel like time has stopped. He gets up from his comfortable space on the couch and the glass doors slide to let through to the balcony. His eyes stay fixed onto yours the whole time and you feel like time has stopped. You thank god for giving you great eyesight because through all the smog you can still see his face.

He’s got porcelain white skin, a button nose, and his lips are the color of a rose. He’s magnificent and glorious as he stands there. In an instant, you begin to compare yourself because you feel plain and old and as such you feel like your eyes aren't worthy of drinking in the sight of someone as beautiful as him. Even as your heart thumps in your heart, and nerves tingle in your body you find it hard to look away. It’s like he’s got you hypnotized.

A pat on the shoulder finally does the trick and you look away from him to find Yoo Ri with a grin on her face, and two drinks in her hand.

“A margarita for you” she hands you the glass and you take it from her. You quickly look up at the balcony and feel relieved that the unknown stranger is still standing and he’s still looking at you. You don’t know what to do with yourself. Maybe a wave?

It’s pointless though because a second later, he is turning around and the sliding doors open to let him back into the room.

“What are you looking at?” Yoo Ri asks from beside you as she follows your line of sight.

“Huh?” you look at her dazed. “Oh uh.. Nothing. Nothing” You shake your head and let her lead you to a booth in the corner of the room. As you near the booth your realize there are two guys sitting on either side.

“Yoo Ri, people are already sitting there” you yell over the music.

“No. They are waiting for us” she says giddily and you roll your eyes. Leave it to Yoo Ri to find dates at clubs.

“I don’t want to” you protest but she has a strong grip on your elbow.

You reach the table and school your expression into a small smile. “Hi” you mumble.

“Hi” the guy on the left says. Yoo Ri takes a seat next to the guy on the right which leaves the spot on the left side for you.

“Y/n, this is Jason. Jason y/n” she introduces you to the guy who said hi moments ago.

“Nice to meet you,” you say to him and he nods.

“Pleasure is all mine” he replies with a smile.

“So what are you ladies planning on doing after?” asks the guy sitting with Yoo Ri whose name you still don’t know.

“Oh Jackson!” Yoo Ri giggles for no apparent reason while slapping him lightly on the arm. “You’re funny”

You look at her puzzled unable to understand what is so funny about that. You lightly sip on your drink awkwardly as you try to join in the conversation but your mind is hostage to the moment with the unknown stranger on the balcony. Just thinking about it is enough to make you want to run away from this place and never lay eyes upon someone as beautiful as him. It feels wrong like you are stealing away his youth just by admiring him.

“So y/n” Jason turns to you. “What do you do?”

Oh god. Small talk. This is why you hate dates. You never understand what to say and do with yourself.

“I- uh… I am in college. 3rd year” you smile at him. “What about you?”

“Jackson and I business majors. What’s yours?”

“I am in ______”

“That’s cool. How do you like it?” he questions with genuine curiosity as he rests his cheek on his hand while looking at you.

“I like it. It’s fun. I can't wait to be done with school and have an actual job” you chuckle.

“I get what you mean” he takes a sip of his beer.

Then, just as you are about to reply there is a tap on your shoulder. Looking up you find a man dressed in all black staring down at you.

“Miss, you have been invited to the VIP section,” he says in a stoic voice like he’s a robot.

The conversation on the table ceases as three pairs of eyes rest on you.

“Me?” you look at him in confusion. “I- I am sorry there must be some confusion. I don’t know anyone in the VIP area”

“Miss, I have been given orders to bring you upstairs”

“I-I” you look at Yoo Ri for help.

“Just go y/n” she says excitedly and you look back at Jason apologetically.

“It’s fine. I’ll be here when you come back” he smiles and rubs your back as a soothing gesture.

“Uhhh. S-sure” you reply and begin following the man.

He takes you through some inside shortcut and you come upon the stairs that lead to the room. Suddenly hit with the realization that the man might be there, your heart begins pumping faster. The rhythm reaches your ears and you halt at the beginning of the steps as you look at the room through the glass.

The man in the suit turns around in confusion. “Miss?”

It takes a second before you fix your attention on the man. “Yeah. Sorry” you reply and begin your ascent.

It feels like years have passed by when you reach the top of stairs and the man holds the door open for you. You enter inside and your senses are assaulted with a sweet smell. You don’t know what it is, but it smells nice. It’s strong.

The man leads you to further inside and you see that there is a private bar up in the VIP section. This part was not visible through the glass down from the floor. You pass the bar and come upon the same red couch where he had been sitting. But he’s not there this time. The couch is empty.

“Please have a seat miss” the man gestures to the couch and you nod.

The couch is plush and soft. You run your hands over the fabric, and the softness reveals itself as velvet. You wait with bated breath and then he enters. Your eyes widen because you merely thought he was beautiful. But you were wrong. He’s majestic. His eyes glisten with sparkles like they house the entire galaxy. His smile is the stuff fairytales are made out of.

You stand up, and it seems like time has come to a stop once more. He approaches you with such confidence that once again you begin feeling plain and old.

“Pleasure,” he says as he lifts your hand and places a kiss at the back.

“I-I am y/n” you gulp as you introduce yourself.

He chuckles and nods. “It’s a beautiful name” and then he gestures for you to sit on the couch.

“I am Jeon Jeongguk” he introduces him.

“Jeongguk” you whisper and his name rolls right off your tongue like butter. “Do-do you mind if I ask you something?”

“No” he shakes his head

“Why did you invite me up here?” you question as nervousness builds in your stomach with anticipation.

“Because I saw you. I wanted to” his reply is short, and straightforward.

At least you know he likes to get to the point.

“How did you like the club?” he questions as his thigh touches your knee lightly.

“It’s beautiful. It’s unlike any other place in Seoul. ” you smile at him

“Thank you. I am glad you like it”

“Do you own this place by any chance?” you don’t know what prompts that question, but you suppose you are trying to make conversation

“What makes you think that?” he smirks as he takes a sip of his drink all the while looking at you with eyes full of curiosity and amusement.

“I don’t know. I just felt like you did” you look away and rest your eyes on your lap.

“Intuitive, I see. So what brings a refined lady like you to my club?” he puts his drink down and angles his body to face you.

“My friend actually brought me here”

“The one in the booth with you?” he questions curiously.

“Yes. How did you-”

“I am sorry. I must apologize. I took your time away from your friends. But I must say your boyfriend is very… how should I put this? He’s a confident man to let you go by yourself”

“I am sorry. Boyfriend?” you look at him puzzled.

“The man you were sitting with earlier…” he tilts his head as his eyes narrow at you curiously.

“Oh! Jason. He’s not my boyfriend. We’re just acquaintances” you give a shy smile, and try your best to remain calm.

“You don’t give anything away easily do you? So I’ll be straightforward. I don’t see a ring on your finger which means you are neither engaged nor married. So, do you have a boyfriend?”

You shake your head “No. I am as single as a Pringle”

“You’re a funny lady” he laughs and the sound is so beautiful you feel like you could cry. You smile as you watch his lips curve up. It lightens his whole face, and he looks absolutely beautiful. His smile reaches his eyes, give him a youthful and a boy like appearance. A sudden urge to kiss his cheek rises, but you dismiss it with a shake of the head.

“Do you have a girlfriend, Mr. Jeon?” you question with anticipation

He gives a dramatic pause as he just stares at you. Your anxiety worsens because of it.

“No, miss y/n. I do not. I never have. In my line of work relationships are the stuff of fairytales”

“What line of work is that?” you question full of curiosity because there is nothing you don’t want to know about this man. You want to know him like the back of your hand.

“You would run away if I told you” his voice is low and raspy. Seductive might be the right word for it.

“I won’t” it leaves as a whisper.

“I am most assured you will” his face nears yours slowly, an inch by inch.

He’s close enough for you to see his eyes clearly. They are jet black and they harbor a sudden coldness which reminds you of… King. Your gaze narrows further as you stare back at him. You search his eyes, you look at them deeper. They are the same eyes you had seen that night. It’s the same exact eyes. You would never forget them. A look of realization dawns on your face which causes a small smile to appear on his lips.

“I- I am sorry. I have to leave” you stand up to leave but he is quick to catch hold of your wrist.

If his eyes weren’t confirmation enough, the touch of his skin is. Your eyes dart around and the fear you had felt that night is renewed in your veins and bones.

“I guess my facade didn’t work well” he chuckles as he sees the fear in your eyes and the look of realization on your face.

“You… you- you are King” you move away from him and put some safe distance between you.

“How did you figure it out?” he chugs down whatever was left of the whiskey.

“Your eyes” you whisper with trembling breath.

“Ah! You are a smart woman y/n” he regards you for a while with something that’s close to interest but not quite. With him, you can’t ever tell what it is. It’s almost like he’s intrigued but at the same time, he’s disappointed.

“Smart enough to leave” you say stoically and begin walking away in order to keep your wits about you, but he spins you around and pins you against the glass wall.

The cold of the glass transfers to your skin as if the chill spreading through wasn't enough. His breath mingles with yours and it tastes like whiskey and vanilla. His eyes lock with yours which makes it hard for you to look away. It’s like when you watch a horror movie. You want to look away, but you can’t because of the curiosity and the thrill of the scare. It’s a similar feeling with King… no Jeongguk. You want to look away, but his gaze has you mesmerized and hypnotized. Up close he looks just as human as every other guy in the club. He looks like just as ordinary and normal as anyone else. But you know that the hands which hold you in place have been party to gruesome, inhumane acts. There is the blood of men that stains these hands which makes you yank them off you.

“I like you” he is completely straightforward.

You don’t even know what to say except “What?”

“I said… I like you” he moves closer if that were even possible. His thigh is pressed against your leg completely and you can smell his cologne from what’s left of the distance between you. He’s close enough for you to see his eyes again. But instead of the seeing the cold, emotionless look you saw that day, you see something else. His eyes crinkle at the corners, and he’s got this expression of amusement written all over his features, most of all in his eyes.

“Is this some game you are playing for your entertainment?!” you glare at him

“It’s not a game. I’ve liked you from the moment I have seen you. Haven't you thought about me?”

“Does someone like you even know what emotions and feelings are? You are a monstrous …. Creature. You are not even human. I will never like someone like you. You don’t deserve anyone’s feelings except your own suffering and guilt” you look away from him and fix your gaze on the ground.

“Fair enough” he smirks. “You’re free to go” the small smile vanishes into a thin line as he glares at you with a deadly serious expression and the walks back coolly. He sits back on the couch and brings a drink to his lips all the while not even sparing a glance your way.

You leave the suffocating room and make a beeline for the outside. Once there, you flag a cab and leave for home. A few tears escape your eyes as you sit in the cab and you don’t even know why. All you remember is his cold stare, full of hatred as let you go. You don’t know why your heart feels so heavy but whatever happened was not to your liking. You never should have met him and he never should have said that.

//////////

Yoo Ri’s behavior changes completely after the night at the club. She’s more secretive and she lies all the time. She has never been good at lying because she can never look you in the eye if she lies or she always fidgets with her hands and talks hurriedly. But lately, she lies about where she goes and what she does. You worry about her safety because she is prone to making rash and impulsive decisions especially when it comes to love and relationships. She isn’t the best judge of character, and she is very naive.

She has always been there for you, so you want to be there for her if she is going through something. You don’t what she’s doing that makes her want to lie and hide, but whatever it is you want to help her. Maybe she’s taking drugs, maybe she’s gotten herself stuck in some mess she can’t get out of. Whatever the case is, you want to ensure her safety.

You try to think what could have happened at the club that night but you don’t even know because you had to leave her because of... that guy. You can’t even think his name without feeling nervous and scared. Since you were with him, you don’t know what happened to Yoo Ri while you were there and what happened after you abruptly left. Maybe someone at the club offered her drugs, maybe she was going through addiction, or maybe something else was wrong. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be good because Yoo Ri is barely at home anymore. She comes home at 3 or 4 am in the morning and then she leaves every day at around 9 am.

Her workplace had called and inquired whether she was sick because she hadn’t been to work in three days and she hadn’t informed them of it. So you knew instantly that something was off. You couldn’t figure out what it was.

You know you are not her mother and that she won't appreciate your help, but as her friend, the least you can do is make sure she is safe in doing whatever she has gotten herself into.

So you wait up for her until she comes home and it’s not until you hear some shuffling noises that you wake up to find her home. You look at the time on your phone and see that it is 5 am.

“Yoo Ri. What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing” she brushes off your question with fake confidence but you can see through it.

“Yoo Ri, be honest with me. Please” you implore in hopes that she will be forthcoming.

“Look y/n, I know you are concerned about my safety, but I know right from wrong. You don’t have to worry about me. I am safe” she smiles at you and gives you a little pat on the shoulder.

“Yoo Ri. I know you are an adult. But come on, what happened that night?”

“I met someone y/n” she tries to suppress a smile.

“Someone? Who?”

“I can’t tell you. I am sorry. It’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s just I know you will get angry at me if you find out. I don’t want this to affect our friendship in any way so please don’t ask me who it is and don’t try to find out. He won’t like it” with that she goes to her room and shuts the door.

You stare after her in confusion. This won't do though. She has to give you more than that. So you storm after her and knock on the door much like she did when you hid in your room months ago.

“Yoo Ri! Come out here and tell me what’s going on right now…. Or… or…. Or I will... I will break your favorite painting” you threaten with that because you know how much she adores the painting her mother bought her before she left for London.

At this, she immediately opens the door “ You wouldn’t dare!” she narrows her eyes at you and immediately runs over to the living room and takes the painting from the wall and holds it close to her chest.

“Don’t provoke me. Tell me what’s really going on”

“Look, if you really want to know. I can’t tell you. But I can show you. Meet me tomorrow at the corner cafe about two blocks from here at 9 am. Y/n please don’t freak out. You have to promise me you won't freak out”

“Okay I won't, and I’ll meet you there tomorrow” you reply but you can’t wait for the day to end to find out what exactly is going on with her.

Yoo Ri leaves the room all the while hugging her painting.

You spend the rest of the day cleaning out your room to put a rest to your curiosity for a while because otherwise you will be driven mad. By the end of the night, you end up cleaning the whole apartment, except Yoo Ri’s room since she has locked herself inside. Too tired to stay up watching tv, you retire to your room where you fall asleep with thoughts of the coming morning and what it has in store for you.

//////////

You wake up early the next day only because at about 3 am you woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep mostly because of whatever was about to occur at 9 am. You couldn’t wait to find out what Yoo Ri was going to show you, so you decided to go for a morning run to lift some tension, and by the time you came back it was 8 am already.

Quickly getting ready, you leave the house at around 8:45 am and within the 5 minutes, you reach the cafe in the corner about two blocks down from your apartment. As you enter you immediately begin scouring the area for Yoo Ri, but she isn’t anywhere to be seen. But the lady who owns the cafe seats you in a more secluded area and tells you to wait.

You impatiently tap your fingers on the table as you wait for her and whatever surprise she has in store for you. Time seems to pass by impossibly slow when you are in a hurry. The more curious you get, the slower each minute passes by. So you take out your phone and scroll absentmindedly through Instagram and like random pictures that you don’t even fully pay attention to.

The arrival bell rings and immediately you lean around the corner and find Yoo Ri hand in hand with a man, whose face is hidden by a cap he is wearing. You don’t get why she thinks you would get mad at her for dating. If she is dating that is good for her.

Until….

“You!?” you yell and shoot up from your seat as you glare at Jeongguk as he takes off his cap, revealing his face.

“Yoo Ri, what the fuck is going on here?” she lets go of his hand and runs towards you.

“Shhh…. Just please have a seat. I’ll explain everything to you” she whisper-shouts while King, no... Jeongguk follows.

She sits opposite you while Jeongguk takes a seat next to her. You glare at them, while your chest rises and falls with effort. You know your face is probably red due to anger but you can't help it.

“What-- Have you lost your goddamn fucking mind Yoo Ri?” You slam your hands on the table. “Do you know who he is?”

“Y/n, please calm down. I know who he is and I know what he does. But I don’t care because I really like him and he feels the same” she looks at him with a sickeningly loving expression and places a hand on his.

“What?” you look between the two of them like the whole damn world has gone insane except you. It sure feels like it. “Yoo Ri, you can’t. He’s kil--” you stop yourself in time because all eyes in the cafe turn towards you as you voice rises. You take a deep breath before beginning again. “He kills people for a living” you whisper-shout at her, completely disregarding his presence. “You saw the news that day with the journalist. He did that” you point at Jeongguk and glare at him.

“I know. But I don’t care because he’s nice. I know how that must sound to you. But you don’t know him like I do” she speaks as if she has known him for years. But she has barely known him a week. “After you left the club that night, I saw him. Then we got to talking and… I really like him”

All the while you stare at Jeongguk while she talks, to gauge his reactions. Of course, he’s not being genuine and of course, Yoo Ri is in danger. But she’s become too blind to see it. She can’t see the game he’s playing. You can.

“Yoo Ri” you sigh frustrated as you hold your head in your hands. “Please don’t do this. You don’t know him. That night at the club he told me…” you glance at him and watch as a smirk rises at the corner of his lips.

“Told you what? Miss y/n” he leans over the table as he looks at you with that same amused, and sick look. He’s daring you to say it because even he knows you can’t. Not without hurting Yoo Ri.

Your nostrils flare as you glare at him. You don’t care if he’ll kill you for it. If that gets him off of Yoo Ri then so be it. You lift your gaze away from him and rest on Yoo Ri, your expression softening considerably. You hold her hand in yours.

“Yoo Ri. Please try to understand what I am saying. Just, please. Don’t do this. It’s dangerous and you will only get hurt. Please don’t. I beg you” you look at her imploringly, hoping that she can see the desperateness in your eyes, and the truth as well.

“Y/n. I am sorry. But I like him and I’ll take whatever is coming to me. Please don’t try to convince me otherwise” she sighs as she retracts her hand from your grasp.

You sigh dejectedly and stand up. You look at Yoo Ri one last time before getting your purse and walking out of the cafe. Your head spins as you try to make sense of everything. Tears brim in your eyes as you walk away.

“Oi!” you hear someone call out and turn around to find Jeongguk walking towards you.

Quickly wiping away the tears, you look up to face him. “What do you want from me?”

“You. I want you” he smirks. “I told you that before”

“Just leave me alone. I beg of you. Leave my friend alone. I don’t know what you hope to get out of it by doing this but stop it” you begin sobbing again despite your best efforts.

He sighs. “There are two things I hate most in this world. One, being told no. I am not good at it and usually, people turn up dead when they refuse me. But lately, there is something else I hate more than that which is unusual” he pauses and waits for you to look at him. When you do he begins again. “I hate seeing tears in your eyes. Do you know why I let you go that night?”

“Because… you were in a good mood” your state because you remember he said that.

“No, honey. I let you go because of these damned tears of yours” he offers a handkerchief, a second one.

“If you like me that much, then what are you doing with Yoo Ri?” you ask between sniffles but you refuse the handkerchief.

He sighs and shrugs. “I don’t know yet. But it’s fun”

You look at him puzzled. You consider him for a moment as you try to unravel the mystery that he is. But something tells you it would take you a lot longer than a few minutes to figure him out. You search his face for any sign of something human, something which would assure you that despite everything that he is, there is still a shred of humanity in him.

His unapologetic ways really do confound your understanding of the human mind. He transcends the relatively normal way of thinking. A normal man would have been more apologetic and shown some kind of remorse or guilt for doing something like this in front of someone he claims to like. But he describes it as fun and remains closed off to the possibility of expressing anything close to remorse. Yet, he claims to feel something for you when really he disregards human life and discards memories and tears apart families for his own sick pleasure.

“Fun? What is so fun about playing with someone’s feelings? How does that bring you pleasure? How does killing people make you feel so good about yourself?”

“It’s not pleasure. I don’t do what I do for entertainment. I do it because I have to. But this is definitely fun. I am not sure whether I actually like your friend but I just wanted to see whether I could entice her and make her fall for me. A test of my charms you see” he smirks.

“You disgust me. You are everything that is wrong with this world. It is because of people like you that our world has come to being riddled with pain and suffering”

"I don't want you to agree what I do. I don't even want you to like what I do. I want you to like me" he speaks without a hint of shamefulness in his voice. He neither lowers his gaze, nor is his confidence shaken a bit. "How are you so different from what you do? We are the sum of our actions, Mr. Jeon." "I am very different from what I do" he pauses and steps towards you. You step back and he only stops until he has you pinned against the brick wall of the cafe. His breath fans your face as he just stares at you and searches your eyes. It seems as if time has slowed and it seems to stand still when he speaks. "When I work, I don't feel anything. But when I am with you, I feel every emotion there is to feel. I feel pain, I feel happy, I feel sad, I feel joy, I feel excitement and nervousness. I feel the ups and downs of human emotions. That is unlike what I do"

“Let Yoo Ri go. She has nothing to do with this” you clench your teeth as you glare at him and blink away the tears. Yet there is a part of you that is curious, just a little rebellious to see where you could go if you give into him. 

“You don't understand ms y/n. I am not doing this to hurt you. I would never hurt you” his voice is tender and so is his feather light touch as he grazes your cheek with the back of his hand. I am doing this because it’s fun. I have seen people submit to me. But I have never seen anyone push their limits for me. I want to see just how far she is willing to go to fulfill her heart’s desires” his gaze lingers on you for a second before he turns around walks back to the cafe.

You stand lax on your spot unable to make sense of the man and the conversation had with him. You know you shouldn’t leave Yoo Ri with him but one thing you have come to realize is that he won’t hurt her physically. He won't kill her, he’ll just find other ways to destroy the light in her eyes and the life in her soul.  

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[el-borealis]

Whatever Floats Your Boat

Here is my Mileven Secret Santa for the lovely @midnightmillie! 

The prompt: “Whatever Floats Your Boat. Really, it’s okay.” Something taking place in summer. 

Stef, I hope you enjoy this summery, lake-side, word-nerdy fluff-fest! 

Read on AO3 

The chattering of Mike's friends filled the air around him. Their voices mixed with the sounds of lapping water and the birdsong that echoed from above. It all blended together in an oddly calming way, lulling Mike's mind into a state of rare and blissful quiet. Mike allowed his eyes to slip shut. He leaned his head back, took a deep breath, and stretched out his bare legs. The warm sunlight bathed his face with a hint of relief and a whisper of hope.

It was finally here. The first sensations of summer.

The tiny beach-like outcropping at the far end of Lover's Lake was the perfect place for such a day. Mrs. Byers said that the location had once been a popular spot for teens back in the 60s. Over the years, though, the makeshift trail had become overgrown, and thus it had been lost to the current generation of Hawkins High students. What remained was an almost impossible to detect inlet with a just-big-enough patch of sand, hidden from the rest of the lake by a crop of huge weeping willows. Lily pads and reeds crept from the water, creating an idyllic setting almost too perfect for the boring confines of Hawkins, Indiana.

The whole outing had been orchestrated by Mrs. Byers. Mike had heard her whispering persuasions to Hopper all throughout the spring. It had taken her weeks to convince Hopper to loosen the reins enough for just this single outing. And truly? It couldn't have come soon enough.

El had become increasingly lonely as the months had progressed. As the air had warmed and the world around them had awoken into spring, the rules of her seclusion had begun to break her spirit. It broke Mike's heart more than he cared to admit. For, there was only so much that a fourteen-year-old boy could do. Of course, he called her every single night. He smuggled her sweets and books and little hair accessories that he'd swiped from Nancy. He made sure to shoot Hopper snide looks whenever he drummed up the courage. More than anything, though, Mike worked as hard as he could to remind her (and himself) that this was all going to pass with time.

Mrs. Byers, though? She had been able to do more. And she had.

Mike made a mental note to thank her later, because on this day, surrounded by her friends and dappled in sunlight, El looked happy. Maybe that was why his brain was so blissfully quiet. Maybe it was the way the sun fell onto her, showcasing the golden flecks in her honey eyes in a way he had never seen before. Or, maybe it was the way her fingers lazily threaded through his in the sand, pumping his hand whenever she laughed at something that Max or Lucas said. Maybe it was her own words, spinning faster than Mike had ever heard her speak before, complete with a hint of confidence that was so incredibly hard earned.

Mike bit his teeth into his growing smile.

God, he was so proud of her.

He wished he could have recorded their very first talks, if only to play them back for her now. Sure, Mike still yammered for about 80% of their nightly talks, but increasingly, El had begun to add her own thoughts to the mix. Questions and answers, with opinions and jokes and ideas tossed in-between. El's unique sense of humor had materialized slowly throughout it all. She had a surprisingly dry and deadpan humor, one that always seemed to catch Mike off guard in the most delightful way. She had also shown herself to be highly opinionated, a trait only made more apparent as her vocabulary and confidence had grown. More than anything though, El was ceaselessly curious about the world. It was a trait they shared, and it made Mike's heart skip with hope for the potential of what could be.

Mike felt like he was unlocking El's personality piece by glorious piece, and he couldn't deny the effect it had on him. The tumbling feel that made him slip deeper and deeper into… a word even he didn't know how to say.

But that was a thought for another time...

Mike opened his eyes and shifted his gaze toward El once again. Her wavy hair was frizzy from the humidity. She had tied it half-up with a pink band that he had swiped for her from Nancy's room. She brushed some stray strands roughly from her face as she listened to Dustin drone on about a family of ducks on the other side of the shore.

After a moment, Dustin stood up and wiped his hands on his pants. He held his hand out to El.

"I'm going to go take a look at them," Dustin said. "Wanna come?"

"Um…" El stuttered, looking back at Mike for the first time in a few minutes. "I'll stay here. Is that… okay?"

Dustin shrugged, "Whatever floats your boat."

"Wh -"

Dustin waved his hand casually as he began to walk away, "Really, it's okay!"

Mike watched El curiously as El watched Dustin leave. That was when he saw it. The now familiar pattern. It played out like clockwork through her expressions. First, the sharp line appeared between her eyebrows. Then, she blinked three times in quick succession. Finally, her lips moved with no sound; the hints of fragmented words driving upon them.

Mike leaned close, "What is it?"

El twitched in surprise. She bit her lip and watched Dustin's retreating figure for another couple of seconds. She then turned slowly toward Mike. Her eyes were serious. Her voice, a low and worried whisper.

"M-mike," she stuttered. "I… I didn't bring a boat."

"...What?"

"He said I should… float my boat but…" her eyes snapped wide. "Was I supposed to bring a boat? I- I don't have a boat!"

"Oh!"

Mike worked fast to successfully bite back the laugh that shot to his lips so as to not embarrass her. "No, El. You don't need a boat. He um… That's just a phrase. Dustin said an idiom."

El stared at him blankly. "He's an idiot?"

Mike snorted, "Oh, he's definitely an idiot. But no. He said an idiom. It's like… a saying. They're phrases that don't really mean what the actual words mean. Like 'whatever floats your boat' means 'do whatever you want.'

El's eyes twinkled with instant annoyance. "He told me to float a boat. But... I'm not supposed to float a boat."

"Nope. You're just supposed to 'do what you want'."

"That is…" Her shoulders quickly dropped and she huffed. "That is stupid! He could say 'yes'. No more. Just 'yes'. But he told me to 'float a boat'?! That's… that's stupid! Words are so stupid, Mike."

It finally slipped. Mike could no longer contain his laughter. "You just said a whole lot of words about how dumb words are."

El's tense look softened in an instant. She ducked her head as the slightest pink rose into her cheeks. "I'm getting better, yeah?"

"Yeah!" Mike replied. He playfully bumped her shoulder. "Way better! That was almost a whole rant!"

El chuckled. Her dimples caught the sunlight as she looked at him with her perfect closed-lipped smile.

"Don't feel bad that you don't know these phrases, though," Mike added as he reached out for her hand. "You're right. They are stupid. It's just something you learn."

"It's just something you learn." El repeated back to him with a mocking tone.

"Hey!"

El giggled and shifted closer to Mike. "Tell me some other idiots."

"Idioms."

"Right. Idioms."

"Well…" Mike played with her fingers for a silent moment as he thought. "There's 'hold your horses'. That means to 'slow down' or 'don't get carried away'."

"Get carried away?"

Mike grimaced. "Shit, that's another idiom, isn't it? Yeah, I guess they both mean to slow down."

El rolled her eyes, "People could just say, 'slow down'."

"Oh! There's 'kick the bucket'! That means to die."

"WHAT?!" El yelped, her eyes blowing wide.

"Yeah... that one is really weird now that I think about it."

El burst into laughter. Free flowing, loud, unrestrained laughter. She latched onto his hand as she tried and failed to catch her breath. "That is… that is SO stupid!"

"It is…" Mike replied, giggles beginning to fill the space between his own words in a contagious manner. "That one is really stupid!"

El's laughter was joyous. Over the course of the next few seconds it took over her entire body. Her nose was scrunched and pink lips were turned upward. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut. Her fingers gripped tightly on his as she leaned over on herself and tried to catch her breath. She seemed so happy, so incredibly beautiful and perfectly at peace...

Mike's own laughter subsided. For, in that moment, an emotion so much stronger than amusement flooded through his body like an earthquake.

"Ooh, are you teaching El phrases?"

Mike jumped at the intruding voice. He looked up to find Max standing over them, a chip bag that had been by El's feet now in her hands.

El finally caught her breath and looked up toward their friend. "Idioms?" she said tentatively, trying the word on for size.

"I see…"

Max took a quick look at Mike. Her expression turned to one of devilish glee. Max bent down to eye-level and leaned in toward El. "I've got one for you, Ellie," Max said, her eyes flicking back on Mike before she said, "Head over heels."

"What's that?"

"I bet Wheeler would love to explain that one to you," she replied with a smirk. "Since he is. Completely. It's written all over his face right now. Have fun, Mike!"

Max patted Mike patronizingly on the knee and bounded instantly away.

"What does that mean?" El asked.

"Uh…"

"What?" El asked, her laughter gone, her gaze intent.

Mike made a mental note to kill Max later. For, El was staring at him with that look. That piercing gaze that Mike knew meant that El was expecting a full explanation. His tongue felt instantly dry.

"It's… It's when you really like someone," he stuttered, "Like... really like them? You like them so much you can't stop thinking about them and you could do like, flips? and stuff?"

"Flips?"

Mike's hand flamed so hot within El's grasp that he was sure it was going to burn her.

"Well, no. Not actually flips. But you feel like you could do flips when you look at them? Does that... does that make sense?"

"No."

Mike bit back a groan. "I guess… I'm uh… Okay..." he took a deep breath and tried to steady himself, "It's when your stomach feels all squirmy and your skin feels too tight and you can't stop thinking about them no matter how hard you try. Did I already say that part? Yeah, I did… I think… Uh…"

Mike's words died in an agonizing swallow.

El bit her lip. Yet, after a short moment, something seemed to dawn in her eyes. She broke into a timid smile.

"Like… like love?" she asked.

"Uh..."

"Yes?" She asked with firm nod.

"uh...yes." Mike confirmed, his breath short. "L-love. Yes."

El's hand then tightened on his. She smiled and ducked her eyes away.

"I'm…" El's stuttered. "I'm head over heels."

"You ARE?" Mike blurted so loudly the birds above them took flight.

El gazed up toward him slowly. The golden flecks in her eyes shined through her lashes. She nodded.

It was the last thing that Mike saw before he kissed her.

It was the only thing that Mike could think to do! Because words? Words were failing him here. Big time. The words were so real and so right and far too big for his young mouth to handle. How could he ever find the words to explain how he felt? How could he explain the fluttering in his chest or the sweat on his palms? How could he explain the constant barrage of goosebumps that ran up his neck when she touched his arm and said his name? Or the involuntary somersaults his stomach performed when she joked and laughed? How could he ever even begin to explain how his heart had expanded so much that it threatened to topple him over and throw him -

"- Head over heels," Mike gasped like a breath of fresh air against her lips. "Me too. Absolutely."

He braved to open his eyes then, shocked by his own outburst. Yet he needn't have been worried. For, the surge of warmth in El's eyes told him everything he needed to know.

El was quiet for a moment. She just looked at him. Her eyes wide, deep, floating. Her smile soft.

"Can I kiss you again?" Mike whispered.

She shrugged and said, with the lightest lilt, "Whatever floats your boat."

The laugh that cut through Mike's body was a sudden and glorious surprise.

"Did I use it right?" she asked excitedly, her eyes lighting up at his response.

"Yeah. Perfect!" Mike replied joyously, "Just… just.. per-"

His final word became lost between his smile, her giggle, and their firmly pressed lips.

Mike did not care about the fact that Hopper's eyes were definitely on them. He did not care that his friends were probably laughing under their breath just a few feet away. He did not care about the birdsong, or the lapping waves, or the summer sun. He only cared about the girl who's air he was sharing in that very moment.

Because Mike? Mike was truly… undeniably… irreversibly... head over heels for her.