#thread: pet hick

[secriden]

rewatching love sea and i've got some episode 1 mahasamut thoughts:

i'm so appreciative of how much we get to see of mahasamut being an important part of the island community in this episode. its character establishing/quick scenes but we see a consistent thread of kindness, gentle and good humoured interactions, and just overall helpfulness to others. you see him having fun with palm who is younger and clearly loves and respects mahasamut. you see how he knows and cares for different people in very personal ways.

another thing epsiode 1 does a good job of doing is establishing how intelligent mahasamut is both intellectually and emotionally.

he instantly clocks on that tongrak thinks the island/mahasamut is "beneath" him. tongrak is a jerk from the get go, acting as if his wealth (constantly referring to how expensive his suitcases are) allows him to treat mahasamut like crap. he assumes mahasamut can't speak/understand the central dialect and openly makes disparaging comments about his intelligence.

but rather than getting annoyed/offended, mahasamut weaponises the prejudice and leans into it to annoy tongrak. he doubles down on the Southern dialect (even after he reveals he can speak Central). when tongrak whines about not understanding him, mahasamut just repeats himself but slower (such a good allusion to when people yell at you slower and more loudly as if that will magically make you understand English better). he leans into the whole 'small town awed at the fair skin of the city boy' act (masterful depiction of someone weaponising the 'dumb country hick' stereotype).

mahasamut just has such a good handle on tongrak from the start and it really showcases how smart and intuitive he is; like he instinctively knows how to handle this feral cat of a human being that tongrak is (i say this with complete affection).

his handling of tongrak is so incredibly effective and it throws tongrak so off his game that he looses all cool and just blurts out how baffled he is by mahasamut's reactions to him. this tells us (and mahasamut) that not only is tongrak aware that he's being a jerk, he's doing it on purpose because this usually works to drive people away. but it doesn't and never will work on mahasamut and the show lays the foundations of this aspect of mahasamut's character right from the start.

but whilst mahasamut remains unfazed by tongrak's bitchiness (for lack of a better term), we also see that he is not going to be a pushover either (and i love that he never becomes that even after he falls in love; in this, mahasamut's character is wonderfully consistent). he isn't shy about calling out tongrak for his poor behaviour/rudeness. he specifically points out that tongrak's been acting like a spoiled pet (or child).

but also!! whilst all that is going on, mahasamut is also doing a really good job of taking care of tongrak. when he enters tongrak's room, he cleans up after the tornado of trash and beer bottles, puts away his clothes properly, then brings tongrak out to get some proper food in him (it's not his fault that tongrak only has a single lettuce leaf; he tried). mahasamut takes him out on the boat to relax him and give him inspiration for his novel. and when he realises that tongrak was genuinely scared and upset, mahasamut actually treats that with sincere care and concern, apologising and comforting him (in the novel, apparently tongrak slaps him and he still responds only with care and comfort). he's so incredibly gentle with tongrak here.

later in the series we see how much of their relationship development hinges on the the juxtaposition of words vs actions because neither of them put much stock by words (tongrak, because its the tools of his trade and he knows how they can be used to deceive; mahasamut because he never cares what people say about him) but episode 1 does a great job of establish just how good mahasamut is going to be at showing his love for tongrak once he gets there.

[fxirytxlcfxtc]

Normal AU for @unscrxpted​ Starring James Hawkins, Hailey Hawkins, Gwen Robinson, & Oliver Robinson

Oliver murmurs a bit as they tune their guitar. Smiling at Eretria, they move to play her something when the window rattles, a loud engine from down the street being the cause.

He rolls his eyes as the music abruptly that almost drowns out the sound of the truck and yells out his open door, down the hall towards his sister’s room. “Hey, Gwen! Your pet hick’s here!”

Turning back to Eretria apologetically, he shakes his head. “Forgot it was Thursday, I’d have warned you otherwise.”

[grittybuggs]

Bo Sinclair Fic

prompt: “are you going to hurt me ___? like something you can’t take back”

warnings: NSFW, typical violence, harsh language, bruising, choking, slapping, hair pulling. kind of a longer fic

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there you were, bent over a strangers counter, being ruined by a man you’ve known for 20 minutes. “shit, your tight, that boyfriend of yours ever fuck you darlin’ ”. you could practically see the grin on his face as he forced his cock in and out of you. you could care less at the moment because he was right, randy barely ever fucked you. you didnt know why either. was it because your on the heavy size? or is it because he just isn’t into anymore? all you knew is that you felt so fucking good.

the mans hand snaked around your body, rubbing harshly at the most sensitive part if your body. you let out quite the seductive moan and he loved it. smacking your ass hoping to get an even better reaction, growling when you made even more lewd noises. skin to skin contact, moans, and aggression is all you could hear flowing out of his garage.

you were getting close and you knew he was too, you could feel him loose his rhythm. “f- fuck, im gonna cum”. you stuttered out. “shh shh shh, better be quiet before they hear what a slut your being for some dumb hick”. he recalled the words from your friends, with much more venom in his voice. his words made you shiver in embarrassment, knowing how the group would react to a person like him. “go ahead cum for bo darlin’ ”. bo, that name suited him well. you did as you were told, dripping for the greasy mechanic. “look at you, a mess, just for me”. you could feel him twitch inside of you, he gripped you hair, hard. your neck was strained as he dove his tongue into your mouth, covering your moans as he spilt his seed, filling you more than you could hold.

- (time skip until later in the night because im lazy)

you were running. where? the hell if you knew, you wanted out, away. you heard the last scream of your friends. that sent a deafening ring through your head. you stopped, behind a sign of one of the shops in the beginning of town, you could care less about being seen now. everyone you had was gone, randy, jesse… everyone. you had just caught your breath, but then you heard a whistle. for being a simple noise it was extremely horrifying. “where ya at darlin’? come on i ain’t gonna hurt my pretty little slut now am i ?”. this situation really fucking sucked considering your panties were still soaked from his cum dripping out of you all day. you flushed at the thought of earlier that day, are you stupid?? thinking about that right now. thinking about being railed by the man trying to kill you.

you wanted to try something, and holy fuck if it didn’t work. you stood from your current position behind the sign, hands up. “bo? im over here!”. this was so dumb, why would he spare you, huh? because you were a good fuck? you doubted your movements but went along with them. “there you are sugar”. he came around the bend with a sweet smile on his face. he was covered in blood, but what looked like his own due to the injuries covering his tense and sore body. you slowly approached the man, not wanting to startle him. “are you going to hurt me bo? like something you can’t take back”. he chuckled. “no, im not gonna kill ya, i actually wanna keep ya, make ya mine”. you wanted to shutter at his words. make you his? like a pet? why you? “let’s go up to the house, okay”. he sounded very calm as he snaked his arm around your waist to lead you.

bo was on top of you, you were both sprawled out on a rickety old couch. soft hums from him and breathy moans from you. you lost count of how many hickies he was leaving, you were sure you looked like a dalmatian now. you had lost all shame you felt when he pushed you through that door. you heard a car door, but both of you were too deep into the kiss to care. until a large thud and slamming of a door rattled the house. “what the hell vincent!”. bo screamed knowing exactly who it was. vincent seemed scattered and worried. little did you know he was worried bo would be mad about him loosing a victim. although you were the victim he was missing. bo jumped up and took vincent into the connected kitchen. you could hear mumbles but nothing coherent. when you popped your head over the back on the couch they both looked at you, bo with a smirk and vincent with a head tilt.

“hey bo?”. your voice was soft, nervous to make any real noise or to say anything wrong. “what’s up darlin’ ?”. his icy blue eyes staring at you. “you got any floss and a needle?”. you wanted to clean him up, and you already knew how to suture cuts because of randy. he had gotten into one too many fights. “yea i think, why ?”. while vincent was still confused as to why you were here bo had moved closer to you waiting for a response. “well theres a couple deep cuts on you and those can get extremely infected without being closed and i can stitch you up real nice”. you smiled and it looked like he was about to melt. Bo had never really had anyone who wanted to help him, other than Vincent of course.

Vincent reached around to his back pocket and pulled out a small pill bottle, he walked over and handed it to you. Pointing and making a small grunt to tell you to open it. There inside sat a needle and green thread. you looked up at him and thanked him. he nodded and walked off to what you assumed was a basement. you had turned to bo and he was already seated at the dinner table, which was placed in the kitchen. you walked over to the sink, feeling bo’s eyes never leave your body, and turned on the hot water.

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HERE YOU GUYS GO, ITS UN FINISHED JUST TO LEAVE YOU ALL HANGING MWAHAHAH!!! anywaaays i will finish it buuuuut you guys gotta wait <3 LOVE YOUUU

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Camp Friends

This is based on an episode from Gone, but we are going to pretend this is Nick.

Warnings: Flirting and heavy petting.

WC: 1213

Enjoy x

You shrugged your back pack off letting it fall to the dirt ground with a hard thud and slumped down next to Rafael on a log. Rafael hocked an arm around your neck pulling you into his side and you looked up at him rolling your eyes,

“Next time we stay in a hotel” you sighed your cheeks red and flustered from the long hike you had all just walked.

“I don’t know who complains more, you or Barba” Nick shot back, an eye brow raised.

“Nick come on” Sonny nudged his side, walking over and kissing you on top of the head sitting on your other side “Its only one night Y/N”

“One night too many” you looked up at Nick’s frowning face sticking your tongue out and he rolled his eyes back.

Sonny and Rafael had organised with Bella and Tommy to go on a couple’s weekend away camping but they pulled out last minute. You and Nick being their closest friends, they asked if you wanted to join them instead, and of course to get you to agree they left out the part about the full on camping knowing full well you would have said no.

You and Rafael sat on the log arms linked and watched on as Nick and Sonny built the two tents you would be spending the night in,

“You happy to share with Amaro?” Rafael looked over at you.

“Yeah, don’t think you and Sonny want a third wheel. Just keep it down yeah” you and Rafael laughed together.  

The sun had gone down, the hot dogs and smores had been cooked and eaten and you were all sitting around the camp fire with hot coco. You wrapped in a blanket, Sonny and Rafael sitting under a shared one and Nick sitting with one over his lap, your eyes locked with Nick’s over the fire,

“Thanks for coming with us” Sonny looked between you and Nick.

“Anytime” Nick smirked at you over the fire keeping his eyes on you.

“It hasn’t been too bad I guess” you winked at Nick.

Sonny and Rafael looked at each other smiling after watching your and Nick’s interaction,

“We might call it a night, it’s a long hick back tomorrow” Rafael stood up walking over to you kissing you goodnight on the cheek, followed by Sonny and they both walked to their tent after they both patted Nick on the shoulder.

“I might head to bed too” you stood up stretching, your flannelette shirt rising up over your jean’s waist and you saw Nick’s eyes run over you and he cleared his throat,

“Ah yeah, I might stay up for a bit” he smiled over at you.

You smiled small at him walking over to your tent getting into it zipping up the door to get changed into your pj’s. You crawled into your sleeping bag getting comfortable and you drifted off the sleep sooner than you had expected tired from the days physical activities.

--

Your teeth chattering in your head woke you followed soon by your cold shaking body,

“Y/N, you ok?” You felt Nick’s warm hand touch your cheek “Your freezing” you felt Nick zip down the zipper of your sleeping bag, then heard his sleeping bag zipper being unzipped “Come here”

Your whole body felt like ice. You rolled over shuffling over to get into Nick’s sleeping bag. He pulled you close to his body and then lent behind you zipping his back up again, wrapping his arms around you pulling you into him,

“Thank-you” you said through your clenched teeth, your body shaking like a leaf.

Nick started to rub up and down your back, his warm hand warming up your back almost instantly. His other hand running up and down your side. You slowly stopped shaking and melted into him, resting your forehead into his neck. Nick kissed your cheek couple of times,

“You ok?” he pulled you into him more as he felt you relax.

“Thank you Nick”

“Anytime”

“I can get back into mine now, or I can go in with Rafi and Sonny”

“I don’t want you too” Nick said above a whisper.

“Why?” your tummy filled with butterflies and Nick tilted your head back, your chin between his thumb and pointer finger.

“I was hoping you would still be awake by the time I came in”

“ok” you raised an eye brow “why?”

“Can I show you?” Nick cleared his throat and you nodded back.

Nick brought his lips to yours peaking them and then pulling back to look at your face. You looked up at Nick with a smile on your face,

“Show me again?” you grinned.

Nick’s lips crashed on yours, his tongue pushing between your parted lips. The hand that was on your side slid up under your shirt running over your bare skin and you groaned into Nick’s mouth, one of your hands on his neck and the other coming up to thread into his hair.  You pulled back nipping onto Nick’s bottom lip, letting it snap back and you looked up into Nick’s heavily lidded eyes, his hand sliding up your shirt to cup your breast kneading it,

“Why didn’t you come in when I went to bed if that’s what you have been wanting to do” you ran your hand down his body grabbing onto his ass cheek giving it a squeeze and he buck his hips forward with a groan, his hard cock sticking into you thigh.

“It was ah- a bit hard before” he raised his eye brows at you.

“Just from looking at me across a fire?”

Nick chuckled his hand sliding down from your breast, down your body sliding into the back of your pj pants groping at your ass through your panties leaning forward kissing down your neck,

“Picturing what your face would look like when I make you come” Nick’s breathing hitched when you ran your hand around to his thigh “Looking at you and thinking about what I want to do to you.” Nick said into your skin giving your ass cheek a squeeze pulling you into him.

“What do you want to do to me?” you moaned and arched your body into him.

Nicks lips were at your ear his hand coming back up to run up the back of your shirt again,

“I want to pin your hands above your head and fuck you so hard you will feel it for a week” Nick rolled his hips into you “But I ‘am not going to do it while your body guards are in the next tent”

“Your no fun” you pouted with a wink, your hand now under Nick’s t shirt rubbing up and down his solid back. Nick chuckled and kissed you deeply again, his tongue sliding into your mouth battling yours.

You both pulled away from each other, Nick running his hand down to cup your core through your pj pants and you moaned biting your bottom lip,

“I’ll take you home tomorrow” Nick kissed your cheek and you nodded back at him “But tonight” Nick moved his hands away from you, wrapping his arms around you pulling you into his body “Just let me hold you keep you warm”    

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[rhinkthreeways]

Manbun (angsty version)

This is a Never Met Before Au, college!rhink with a twist. 

(drug use mentioned briefly)

(note: Aspen is Rhett, he’s just changed his name because this Rhett totally would...)

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From the first moment, Link laid eyes on his college roommate he hated the guy with a fiery passion. Everything about Aspen—who the hell named their child Aspen?!—made Link either roll his eyes or brought his blood to a simmering boil.

Link considered himself a modern man. He’d grown up in the South, yes, but he was educated and open-minded. Even though someone might consider him a bit high-strung, he’d had a nice, little group of friends in high school and had even moved to L.A. to pursue a degree in film studies. Not an intolerant red-neck hick by anyone’s standards. But Aspen was way more than he could handle. 

It was clear from the beginning, that they were different. The other side of the room was filled with all kinds of new-age stuff—crystals, amulets, dream catchers, and psychedelic tapestries. The first night they shared the room, Aspen lit a wooden stick that made the whole room smell like something that to Link was a gag-inducing mix of old socks and something sickly sweet. When Link politely asked him to put it out, his roommate refused on the grounds that he needed to “purify” the room from the energies of the previous residents. After a heated argument, Link spent his first night as a college student on the common room couch.  

Their shared existence got even worse from then on. Link had no idea what Aspen was studying since it seemed that he didn’t own any textbooks. He was practically always in their room. Link asked him once whether he attended any lectures and was accosted with a half-an-hour monologue about the beauty of independent study and self-discovery and college being first and foremost a social experience. And Aspen was definitely social; he had a group of like-minded friends he had over almost every night. They listened to music—not that Link would call it music; it was more like chest-pounding beats and incomprehensible mumbling and chants—and more often than not, got high. After a couple of what Aspen called “bursts of negative energy he could help Link get rid of if Link just let him cleanse his heart chakra”, Link invested into a nice pair of noise-canceling headphones and tried to spend most of his nights in the library or in a cafe.  

The worst part, by a long shot, was how Aspen looked. He was impossibly tall, a head taller than Link and Link wasn’t exactly a pip-squeak himself. He had bushy eyebrows and mossy-green eyes that always looked at Link with rage-inducing amusement. His long, curly hair was usually pulled on top of his head into a man bun, and he was clearly trying to grow a beard—with not that much success. And his wardrobe? When he left the room he wore tie-dyed shirts and weird loose pants made of colorful, shiny fabrics. He wrapped multiple scarfs around his neck, explaining something about color energies and mood-altering fabrics. His wrists were heavy with bands and woven bracelets and one of his ears was pierced in three places. Inside their room, he opted for something more low-key. When he didn’t parade around the room naked—those were the worst days for poor Link—he wore tight, black boxer briefs and extra-large t-shirts he’d “customized” by ripping them so that they barely covered anything. 

Everything about Aspen made Link uncomfortable. And he thought that things couldn’t get any worse. Until the day when he got back to the dorm from a sit-down with a professor about the essay he’d written. 

Link burst into the room, threw his bag on the floor, and himself on his bed, burrowing his head under his pillow. For once, Aspen was alone in the room even though it was a Friday night.  

“I’m sensing a lot of negative energy radiating from you, Charles,” Aspen noted after a couple of minutes. Link groaned.

“Leave me alone,” he mumbled, without moving the pillow.

“I simply can’t do that. You know how susceptible I am to other people’s moods.”

Link’s disappointment and embarrassment morphed into anger—an easy switch when in the presence of his nut-job roommate. 

“You know what?!” Link snapped, throwing the pillow on the floor and sitting up. “I am not responsible for your feelings! I can be upset. I can feel whatever the fuck I want to feel and it’s not my job to manage my moods to your benefit!”

Aspen rose slowly from his own bed. 

“I simply meant—” he started.

“I simply meant.” Link repeated in a mocking voice. “I know what you simply meant. Relax, Charles. Take a breath, Charles. Have a pot brownie, Charles, live a little!”

Now he was up, standing in the middle of their small room, yelling. “I don’t need to relax! I feel just fucking fine. You need to get a grip! You just lounge here all day long with your buddies and alter your mind as if nothing you do has consequences. And you think, I have to reel in my negative feelings so that you’re not inconvenienced?!”

Aspen’s eyes grew wider and wider as Link spewed out every thought that had plagued him ever since they started college.

“I’ve had enough of this shit! I am a good person! You look at me like I’m the freak! But I am a normal, goddamn person. I am respectful and punctual and dutiful and kind. And I am more than devoted to my studies! I am a fucking model student for Christ’s sake! And he said I have no soul!”

Link drew in a ragged breath and stared at Aspen in horror. He hadn’t actually meant to say that last bit.

“What?” Aspen asked hesitantly. Link’s head dropped between his shoulders and he slammed his palms over his eyes, trying desperately to push back the tears that threatened to overflow.

“H-he said— Professor McIntyre s-said my essay had no soul. That I sounded like a textbook. That I was boring and robotic. But I-I’ve— Fuck!” There was no stopping the tears anymore. A pathetic, whimpering sob wracked Link’s body and he almost felt nauseous from the embarrassment.

“Hey,” Aspen’s low voice said from much closer than Link had anticipated. Long, surprisingly strong arms wrapped around Link and guided his pliant, trembling body to sit on the bed. Link couldn’t help himself. Aspen was so warm. So big and solid. Link curled up in his arms, wrapping himself around him and cried his frustration into his ripped t-shirt. Aspen pet his hair slowly for a little while. Then he slipped his finger under Link’s chin and lifted it so he could look right into Link’s teary eyes.

“I don’t think you’re boring. Far from it. I think you’re fascinating. I think you’re smart and funny—in a kind of sarcastic way. I do think you are a bit reserved, but that’s fine. Not everyone has to be the life of the party. You’re perfect just the way you are.”

Link stared at him, stared at the kind and earnest eyes and something shifted inside him. Without thinking about it, he reached up and pressed his lips softly against Aspen’s. After a moment of pure terror, thinking that he was about to be rejected, Link felt Aspen’s mouth open slightly in invitation. Link’s tongue slipped past his own lips, tasting Aspen’s berry lip balm before meeting his tongue with a sweeping brush. There was a low moan. Link wasn’t sure which one of them had made it, but he didn’t care. His hand rose to Aspen’s hair, pulling off the hair-band that was holding his bun together. Aspen’s hair billowed around his face and Link threaded his fingers into it, tugging him closer.

“Can’t deal with this goddamn bun of yours,” he whispered breathlessly against Aspen’s lips. “It’s been driving me insane ever since we met.”

“I’ll cut it off if it means I get to keep kissing you,” Aspen answered, voice just as affected, his palm sneaking under Link’s shirt and palming his bare back.

“Please, don’t,” Link muttered, before diving into another kiss, this one more heated.

[wyrmmaster]

Hi, do you know what is the lore behind Erune and true blood Erune™? What is their relationships with other races? And how if societte is a princess, you also describe her as country bumpkin? I

The erune thing is a fan theory supported by shit I’ve talked about repeatedly, cliffnotes being

Everyday erunes are watered down versions of whatever the hell they were when Ninpress’s empire was a thing

Said empire is older than dirt and long buried

Granblue is Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome of the erunes in the same way that LotR is Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome of the elves

Every time a erune villiage is mentioned (Nemone’s, Metera’s) they’re part of an Ancient Tradition and very damn good at combat and war

Eruens seem to be more spread towards positions of authority (True King, Heles/Seruel/etc)

The erunes with tails, like Vajra, Andira, Yuel, Societte, Kou, are part of the oldest bloodlines and “pure”

This explains their ridiculous power

Again, that’s a fan theory and hasn’t been confirmed..

As for Societte: again, the empire she’s the first heir to is older than dirt and long buried.

She grew up in a backwater as the local ojou, but her best friend and who she’s most comfortable around is Yuel, the actual hick from a lesser family. It’s mentioned she used to sneak out with Yuel and help the villagers with their farming, as well.

So, she’s trained and capable of speaking and acting properly in high society but will revert to Yuel’s speech mannerisms when flustered or feeling vulnerable. They’re both bumpkins, Societte’s just a higher caste with good roots in her home.

As an aside, my own pet theory on this is when the empire fractured, the First (Societte’s), Second and Third (Yuel’s) families went to what would become their village. The first family cannibalized the second family through marriages since they were better breeding stock, which the second used the third and the third used the locals - eventually the second vanished by maybe not having enough members to be considered extant, while the third, having the largest base since they used the locals, would still be around in some form or another.

This would make Societte’s parents both having tails fall in line with Yuel’s parents having neither tails nor her fox ears (it’s mentioned they’re erunes, but they didn’t have fox ears, basically) ever since the plot thread of Yuel actually being part of Societte’s family got nixed: the trait is recessive and Yuel’s an insanely lucky freak roll of the dice, for more than one reason.

[pr3ttym3ssy]

Steve surprises Billy

Fuck work today sucks, so here is a little something I wrote cause I'm listening to Def Leppard and the plot bunnies wont seize. Here we go

It had been a long day at Scoops. The telltale announcement came on, that Starcourt would be closing and Steve sighed relived. Crazy kids, screaming mothers and cocky teens had kept him busy his whole shift. He was going to tear his hair out if he would have to stay any minute longer. At this point all he wanted to do was go down to the quarry or maybe lounge by his pool. Grab a six pack and some cigarettes, with Billy at his side.

They had been going steady, ever since the end of summer. After some chance encounters, awkward apologies and closure of the biblical kind. Billy was the first to apologize. He admitted that his anger towards him was based on his inability to have him. From the first moment he heard about the great King Steve, he had wanted him. He had built a façade of a macho character to keep his dad at bay. But even that didn’t seize the physical and emotional abuse that Neil Hargrove inflicted on him. He’d mentioned that he didn’t care what his dad thought of him, he had stopped caring a long time ago. He was just glad that Steve had given him a chance and that they were together now.

Just the thought of him being with Billy made his skin tingle, so deliciously. A good ol toss around the sack sounded peachy as well. It had been a couple days since he’d even seen Billy. This was Steve’s third closing shift in a row, and it was only Wednesday. He wouldn’t hear the end of it either if he saw him.

Billy had taken up a summer job at the public pool as a lifeguard. With his Californian experience and swimming skills, he was a no questions asked shoe in. So his work schedule consisted of early morning to mid afternoon when the pool would close. By that time around Steve was already at Scoops, so they rarely saw each other. That would change once the busy season stopped, and everyone was back in school.

“You ready to go space cadet”, Robin came around the counter that he had been so busy wiping down. He hadn’t realized how lost in thought he was when she smacked him in the face with her sailors’ hat.

“Fuck yeah! let’s go, I’m so completely done with today.” He grabbed his bomber jacket and made his way out of the glass entrance before Robin locked the place down. He unceremoniously took his own sailor’s hat off and stuffed it into his jacket pocket. They made their way together along with some other mall workers, out towards the parking lot. They talked about how insane the day was and how crazy busy it had been for a Wednesday night.

They had fallen into a nice friendship. They'd been attracted to each other, and Steve had even taken the chance of asking her out. Robin had admitted to having an attraction for him, but she was also very much into Jenny from her summer English class. A tall pretty girl with fiery curls. Steve definitely understood. He too was into a young Adonis who's blonde curls caught the sun's rays. His description of Billy when he had told Robin about his secret crush.

“Seriously I almost lost my collective shit when that lady called you an incompetent idiot.” she cackled.

“I literally only told her that sprinkles would be extra. It was a total waste too, since her idiot kid dropped the damn cone before he could finish it.” He sighed and rolled his eyes at Robin for effectively still laughing at his expense. As soon as they made it past the double doors to the parking lot, they were pulled out of their conversation by a low whistle to their left. Steve’s head turned like whiplash at the familiar sound. His eyes meeting ocean blue in an instant and being greeted by a 10-watt smile. He felt his knee’s go weak, and he could instantly hear his boyfriend say ‘plant your feet, babe’ in his head. What Billy didn’t know was that it was impossible, when Steve was so infatuated already.

To say that their relationship was going good was an understatement. Billy made Steve so incredibly happy. Sure, he could still be an asshole at times, but he was better now. They were far more similar than they let on. Billy had apologized to the kids and was practically part of the party, minus the obvious nerd knowledge he so severely lacked. Countless times now he would play chaperone to the nerds and he would just mention to Steve, ‘how do you keep up with them?’. Steve would just tilt his head back with a roll of his eyes and laugh. Truth was, he loved the kids and he would go back into certain death over and over for them if it meant that he could be around them and they'd be safe.

“Hey Bills!”, Robin was the first to break the silence. She half ran and skipped towards Billy and bumped fists. “Came to pick up your boyfriend?”, she waggled her eyebrows. Steve was now making his way over to them. He admired their quick friendship, after all Robin was the one to set them up. She was the one to tell Billy to cut the bullshit.

“As a matter of fact, yea I did.”

Billy was giving Steve a look, and oh he knew that look. Half lidded eyes and cocky smirk, almost hungry. He’d be damned if he didn’t say he felt a heat pool in his lower abdomen. Apparently, Steve wasn’t the only one who could tell. Robin made a coughing sound, “I get it you pervs, I’m outta here before you start ripping into each other. I’ll see you later Steve, Night Billy!”.

They waved her off and once the coast was clear, they closed the gap between them. Billy pulled Steve towards the wall next to the double doors, kissed him with a hunger that only comes with a three day absence. “Holy shit, someone missed me”, Steve chuckled between kisses only pulling up for necessary air.

“You bet your ass I did, sweetheart”, Billy kissed down Steve’s neck. Slowly running his tongue up again, just the way he knew drove him insane. All the stress of the day was left in the past, his thoughts were technicolor now. Non coherent, except for Billy’s face in the multicolored hue of his fantasy. He held his face tenderly in his hands, rubbing his thumbs on Billy’s cheekbone to try and have him relax a bit. If only to coax him from attacking him and being able to see his beautiful face.

“I missed you too, baby.” Billy loved it when Steve gave him pet names. He turned to total mush and relaxed into Steve’s embrace.

“Your closing shifts are killing me, the kids miss you like crazy. I will seriously slit my wrists if I have to listen to them bitch and moan at the pool. They have opted to following me around now. I'm still getting use to this.”

Steve's heart swelled. Billy wasn't one to receive a lot of affection. So for the kids to be doting on his every word pulled at his heartstrings. His Billy was finally receiving the affection he was deprived of so long. When Billy had made a mind of apologizing to the kids, it had taken them a while to warm up to him. Dustin was the first to accept that if he made Steve happy, then he was okay to have around. Dustin knew that Steve needed to hang out with people his own age and that Steve would be good for Billy. They were both broken people, they could mend each other. He was still far from being the designated favorite, but apparently not too far anymore.

“I'm sorry, I know that our hours have been nuts. You would think that with school approaching, things would slow down.”

Billy looked at him, those piercing blue eyes of his bore deep into Steve. It made him melt and his senses heighten. Touch, taste, anything that was with Billy felt far more profound. More genuine. He couldn't hide anything from him.

“I'll try to request some time off, how does that sound?”

“Can you afford too? I mean I know you don’t like mooching off your dad, but you're with me and I can provide for you", Billy smirked and waggled his eyebrow at him.

“I'm fine, and no I can live without my dad's help. However, I won't deny you treating me to a date night”, Steve smirked back with that last statement.

Billy took that smirk as an invite, specially with how Steve bit his bottom lip. He leaned in to kiss him again.

“Date night? Sounds like a plan. Got any place in mind?”, Billy asked.

It kind of caught Steve off by surprise. He wasn’t expecting to have to choose the location. He tried wracking his brain as to where they could go. He couldn’t think of a place where two young men in love could be see together and not be unfortunately judged. Hawkins was your total, ordinary hick town. They didn’t hear about two men being together without hearing the slightest slur. Steve knew what he wanted, he'd known for a while. He was proud of being with Billy, but he wasn’t stupid and he knew the risks that they're relationship faced.

“hmm-m let's rain check that, okay. I would need to think this one through. Cause I don’t want to be cooped up at home. I mean, movie nights are awesome but I'd like to go out.”

“Okay, well- think about it and let me know. I’ll walk you to your car, weirdly enough it’s kind of chilly out. Summer's here are so weird", he pecked his cheek and held out his hand for Steve to take and thread their fingers together. They walked back towards the front and Steve caught eye of an ad stuck to a store front window.

The sign was for a Def Leppard concert happening in Chicago. Apparently another date that had been added to their Pyromania tour cross the U.S, and it was the last night to catch them. Steve knew right then and there what he wanted to do. He knew very well that Def Leppard was one of Billy’s favorite bands. He couldn’t pass this up.

“Hey babe? Umm, you wanna go to Chicago?”

Billy turned his eyes towards Steve.

“Chicago huh? Any particular reason?”

Steve stayed quiet, just shrugged his shoulders. This was going to be a surprise and he had to think quick on his toes for cover.

“Just thought, we could get out of Hawkins for a weekend. Spend sometime alone, where no one knows us and we can go out in public. Where I can actually hold your hand and not be so heavily scrutinized for it.”

“Okay-okay sweetheart. Don’t loose your shit. I get it and you're right, I’m all for it. You're planning this out right, I’ve never been so I would be a lousy tour guide.”

Steve totally had this in control, he'd been to the city several times with his parents on business. So he knew his way around.

“Don’t worry baby, I got this. We leave this Friday”

Second part is coming

Excuse my story telling, I'm trying to not get caught lol

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SHIPPING INFO // Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog. REPOST. Don’t reblog.

What’s your OTP for your Muse?:  Ultio/Marlowe would be the closest thing to an OTP, if not for the fact he’s going to kill Marlowe someday.

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?:  Almost anything. Ultio’s nature makes it a necessity to be adventurous with my RP.

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?:   I really don’t care about age gaps, personally.

Are you selective when shipping?:  I’m not super selective, but there has to be chemistry between our characters. 

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NS.FW?:  I will probably tag NSFW as soon as things start to head towards heavy petting.

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?: I ship Ultio with his ‘mates’ Bourne and Marlowe, obviously, but I’m willing to ship with plenty of others, too.

Does one have to ask to ship with you?:  I’m okay with it evolving organically without me being asked, but if someone tries to force it in-thread, Ultio will probably attack.

How often do you like to ship?:  I like shipping quite a bit honestly but I hardly ever do it because I’m too shy to ask about it.

Are you multiship?:  I am multiship, and its either in terms of multiverse or not, because Ultio does not mate for life, his instincts motivate him to form as many connections as possible.

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?: I’m probably more or less shippy, because I like to ship, but I don’t want it to take over my blog or anything, obviously.

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?: David 8/Walter is fun right now, but Hudson/Hicks is definitely an old favorite of mine.

Finally, how does one ship with you?: Just ask me about it! I’ll be glad to talk it over. :)

TAGGED BY: I snatched it off the tags ;) TAGGING: anyone who’s interested and especially anyone who might be interested in shipping! :)

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Eretria giggled softly, pulling away with a small happy sigh. “I’ll see you later.” She turned to James, smiling and walking on out.

“Sorry for not letting you know I grew up in the middle of nowhere,” she said to Gwen, chuckling. “If I’d’ve known about your friend here, I’d’ve warned you.”

Oliver smiles and nods to let them, waving them all out and closing the door as they go.

James laughs as he grabs a wooden stool out of the back of his truck and sets it down by the door, opening it to let them in. Gwen rolls her eyes and turns to Eretria. “It was this or he’d try to lift me in. Pointed out I have a car, response--”

“Ya have a car, but you definitely are not set to drive t’ my place. Climb up or I will toss ya in.” James crosses his arms. Gwen sighs as she climbs up and into said truck.

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Eretria nudged Oliver playfully, laughing. She brushed some hair out of her face and nodded a little. “I’d be right happy to. Sounds like it’ll be a real hoot. I’ll have t’ go an’ get my good goin’ out jacket.”

She ran back upstairs for a few seconds, then came back with a jacket of a much more appropriate size. She smiled up at Oliver innocently. “Can I get a kiss before I go?”

“Oh good. That means there’s five of them at dinner,” Gwen says to herself, sighing. “Here I go again.”

“You’re the one who always goes over,” Oliver points out with a laugh, ruffling his sister’s hair.

They turn when Eretria comes back and smiles, leaning down and kissing her softly. Gwen rolls her eyes and gags a bit jokingly when she turns to James, who snorts a bit, waving her on out the door but waiting on Eretria.

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Eretria looked up at Oliver and shrugged, cheeks slightly flushed. “I, uh… I’m from a small town in Texas. I… lived there for a while before I got lost in the foster system.”

She laughed a little at James. “She’s sweeter than cherry pie, but I don’t blame ya. Must be fun gettin’ t’ mess with her knowin’ when she don’t understand.”

Oliver laughs a bit and nods. “That’s... y’know, wow, yeah, I guess I should’ve expected to still be learning things about you.”

“I hate to interrupt, but your mom would not be happy if we’re late to dinner,” Gwen points out to James, smiling. “You’re welcome to come back by and properly meet Eretria.”

“Naw, why bother with all that kinda wasted time? Feel like joinin’ us for dinner, Miss Eretria? Mama’s one hell of a cook, an’ I’m more than sure you’ll love ‘em back home, real good people.”

Oliver chuckles and rolls their eyes. “See, I have never rated to get invited, but she went a little bit into his language and she gets to go.”

James rolls his eyes at Oliver and looks to Eretria at that comment, shaking his head a bit.

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Eretria blinked at James and lit up slightly, a small smile growing on her face. She hadn’t heard someone talking like that in years. She slowly reached out and shook his hand.

“Kind t'meet ya,” she said, her accent slipping. She squeaked quietly, surprised at herself. “I thought I stopped being able to talk like that years ago.”

Oliver blinks, surprised, looking at Eretria and smiling with a chuckle. “Didn’t expect that.”

Gwen blinks a few times and looks between the two, watching the smile spread across James’ face. “Oh, no. I already don’t understand him half the time.”

James sighs and motions to Gwen vaguely with an eyeroll as he turns to Eretria fully. “Don’t mind her. Real darlin’, but not too fond ‘f thinkin’ too hard on what she hears from me an’ my folks.”

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Eretria bit her lip. Tall people. People in general. She… didn’t like that. But she needed to start, she supposed… She nodded, standing up and stretching. “I’m a little scared of what you mean by ‘unintelligible’, but I’m curious to see if it’s as bad as you think.”

She pulled her hands out of the sleeves of the jacket, holding one out to Oliver. She still didn’t feel safe meeting someone new, but she’d feel better with them.

Oliver takes her hand and leads her downstairs. Gwen opens the door, smiling. “Hi, James.”

“Hey, little lady, good to see ya’ll. How’s everythin’ been ‘round here?”

“If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times--”

“Little lady may be a sign o’ my kindness but it pisses ya off t’ no end because of yer height. Force of habit and you know it.” James smiles, looking up at footsteps on the stairs and nodding as a greeting. “Oliver. And who’s...?”

“Eretria,” Gwen smiles softly when she looks back. “James, this is Eretria, she’s been staying with us, Oliver’s girlfriend amongst other chaos. Eretria, this is James, probably my best friend.”

“Probably?” James squints at Gwen, then smiles at Eretria. “Real pleasure, miss,” he offers his hand to Eretria with a smile.

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Eretria smiled, mostly curled up in a jacket she’d already stolen. It was… well, difficult trying to adjust to being free. Sometimes she’d forget that she didn’t need to worry about Eris coming home. But this… the relative calm, the kindness… it helped. A lot.

She blinked and tilted her head. “Pet… hick?” She glanced down the hall, confused. “I don’t understand. Who’s here?”

Gwen is coming out of her room, pulling her purse over her shoulder as she heads downstairs, waving towards Eretria to say goodbye.

Oliver shrugs. “Gwen’s friend James. You’d never believe they were friends if you saw them out and about together, they literally don’t even understand how they’re friends. You wanna go meet him at the door? Gotta warn you, kid’s taller than me. And occasionally unintelligible. Anyways, he has Gwen over to his family’s place every Thursday for dinner.”