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yuri-is-online · 1 day

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Jade falling in love for the first time and being an absolute loser simp about it.

Yuu lives in his head and fantasies rent free; he can't get enough of them. He wrote about them in his diary (one with a lock on it because floyd likes to snoop). He needs them so bad. It's like that one meme where the girl is like "I need him in a way that's concerning to feminism". He's so desperate someone help him.

Bro has innocent little fantasies of them together, like Yuu waking up beside him and peppering his face in sweet little kisses while he tries to hold them closer and convince them to stay in bed for 5 more minutes (it never really does just end up being 5 minutes though), and then his thoughts just take a sharp turn and what was a sweet little daydream has turned into thoughts of him softly and sleepily fucking Yuu into his mattress. He didn't get to go back to sleep but he's not complaining about it if this is the cost he's paying. The world us cold and hard but you're soft and warm and if fantasies are the closest he's getting to that peace then so be it

He is one jealous eel (he is in deep denial about this but us slowly starting to realize just how far deep into this he us and he really doesn't want to acknowledge that), and he get the most jealous over the most innocent shit too. One day he sees Yuu and Epel talking in a language he doesn't recognize and he's like ???, and it turns out it's their native language but it doesn't exist here so he can't learn it dammit. He sees them struggling to do something and look around the library for help, skipping right over him and asking Ace ir Deuce for help. They've even picked Leona for help before him! Seriously he is RIGHT HERE! what can any of them do for Yuu that he can't?!

Jade has to be careful with his merform around them. Partially because everytime Yuu walks into the room his body suddenly decides to cosplay a laser rave, but also because he's been overthinking shit recently. Yuu is a human, painfully so. They're expecting a human courtship and a human marriage and a human family and a human life and. He can't give that to them. Not unless he stays on land forever, which he might be able to do, but realistically he wouldn't want to. So that leaves Yuu coming to the coral sea where it's cold and dark and he just can't see Yuu doing something like that (he's wrong you've wanted to be a mermaid ever since your cousin made you watch H2O when you were like 7), so now he just trys to be as human as possible around you so he doesn't scare you off.

Also there's the fact that every time spring transitions into summer and he's stuck in his merfirm for the next week and a half and now you really can't see him like this because if he sees you then you're going to be dragged into the water so fast with an 12 foot long eel wrapped around you while he desperately tries to stop himself from being too desperate and start rutting against you and- Oh great seven he's so sorry-

Oh, you like that? Your bringing his face to your neck and fuck you smell so nice and he's biting down and tearing your clothes apart with his claws before he knows what's going on and your legs are wrapping around his tail and-

... Grotto. Where's the grotto he had picked out? He was just in it where is it?

Jade asks you for art supplies in one of his birthday lines so he can draw while he hikes. His "diary" is something Floyd took an interest in once upon a time until he saw it full of mushrooms, rocks, and mountains. Jade still puts a lock on it because he finds it funny looking, but there's more than just mushrooms in there now. Need he's not merely in love he's in need of you and it's affecting his ability to function.

If he wakes up alone in his dreams he will find you in the kitchen, trying to hurry up and make your tea so you can so you can surprise him for once. It never works as he's able to trap you against the counter and breathe down your neck, winding himself around you as you laugh the pure music that he thinks your laugh would sound like as he presses into you so you can feel how much he wanted to to be next to you this morning. How troublesome that he had to go find you and draw out his suffering, not to fret. He loves you so, there's no reason to worry that he won't be gentle with how he lowers you down onto the counter, he'll still prepare you softly but he won't be slow in how he takes you-

He's slow to return to wakefulness, he doesn't mind the cold because it makes him feel at home but he does not like being alone. Loving you is a lot like losing you because he becomes so aware of how he is alone. Jade sees himself as a good person to ask for help, he does not think he is wrong in his benevolence but perhaps that's exactly the problem. Perhaps you know what trifling thing he is working towards obtaining and find him unworthy, Epel can speak to you in ways he can't (to ask you to teach him your speech is an option of course but he knows it's too intimate a thing to ask of you now), those fools found you first and treasured you when he made the awful, idiotic mistake of thinking you boring so of course you would see him in the same way. Of course you would feel safer asking things of Leona, he's the one who saved you while Jade was helping Azul drown you and it's not like he did much to make you see him when you stumbled into the Lounge running away from Jamil. You asked Leona for help, you came to them by accident, and Floyd was the one who got to carry you. Something he definitely didn't make fun of him of him for being jealous about. "Ya got to wake your mate up and see what they looked like sleepin' wasn't that nice?" Oh how he hard he wanted to punch his brother for that. So he did. It made him feel much better.

It takes time but he manages to weave his way into your orbit. He gets to see more of you, and he feels conflicted. The octotrio has gotten to see a lot of humanity, and they feel like they have enough of a grasp on them to conduct their business. That's something that certainly contributed to his thinking of you as boring of course but well. The more he sees of you now the more he realizes how little he really knows about humanity and the surface, he might not see the appeal of the surface world but he sees the appeal of you. Still he knows he wouldn't be happy if he stayed on it forever, how could he possibly ask the same of you? There's barely any sunlight under the water and humans need that to survive... he's done his research on corners of the internet he would have just laughed at before he fell for you and he knows what they say. That humans and merfolk only seldom stay together in the way that he wants, that they find his sort of merfolk to be terrifying. It can't help that he was your enemy at first can it...

I sort of like the idea that Yuu's interest in the less than human looking boys would be considered weird. The concept of a monsterfucker isn't foreign exactly but a monster-marry-and-raise-a-family-er is. There is a difference between a relationship and a sexual fantasy and Yuu sees no reason they can't have both, to the chagrin of damn near everyone around them. So it makes you sad to see him hide himself away from you and wonder why he hates his own beauty so much. He keeps his teeth from you, tries to hide his merform too and you just don't understand why. His bioluminescence takes your breath away and fills you with such soft stirrings of attraction you cry into your pillows and write 10 more pages about how desperately you want to drown yourself for just one chance with him! But he's running away from you and now Azul tells you he's going to be out of commission for a solid week with a sigh that you know is theatrical but still worries you. So you confront Jade about it and he seems almost sick, unable to control his transformation as he displays for you winding around the bubble that keeps you breathing outside of Octavinelle's dorm. The lights take your breath away long before he breeches the bubble to press up against you and moans somewhere deep into his throat letting his instincts guide him for just a few blissful seconds before he flops back with a stammer because oh no, not like this never like this please forgive him and run back to-

He's not expecting to be pulled back, you look as hungry as he feels as you guide him to your neck and whine something about how you need him when he's the one supposed to be saying that and scream in radiant joy when he bites. You are trying to wrap around him, to grind into him, babbling in frustration trying to scratch at his shoulders for a grip so you can wind your legs tighter around him-

He pushes the bubble away from the entrance and steers it haphazardly back, there's a place for this. Safe, secluded, and warm he made sure to pick one where a bit of sunlight could still reach the sandy floors and fuel you as he finally takes what you were always willing to give. Slowly and softly until he has you relaxed into his trap and then oh so gently for all the time after.

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jade leech x reader #jade leech x yuu #twst smut #suggestive

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devoutekuna · 3 days

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First gifts

Includes- Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, Gojo, Geto

Sukuna-

He doesn't care for gifts, he doesn't even think they're necessary. Sat at the dining table messing around with your daughter's lips as you wiped the reminisce of milk off them. "Here" motioning towards his son, a fat limb from a turkey sat Infront of you. "What's this for?" Knowing that you couldn't eat all of that, nor your baby. "A gift, for him" a whole turkey leg for his son who couldn't even eat food yet?

"He can't eat food Ryo" sighing in defeat as you pushed it back. "So what does it want then?" Practically ordering you to tell him, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"Get him something he can wear Ryo." Motioning to the new clothes he needed since he grew so fast.

Nanami-

He makes it an effort to work overtime so that he could save up for the gift he wanted. Wanting to buy his daughter a crochet clothes.

Sat on the bed as you tried to burp your baby, seeing your husband walk in with a new hat which he recently brought made a smile appear on your face. "I wonder who that's for" smirking at him as he sat beside you, making the bed dip down a bit. "For my daughter" face peeking out from behind your arms as he put it on her, pushing it down so it didn't slip off. Handing you the small socks which could be out on later. Giggles heard from her mouth as she toyed with it, hands trying to rip it off her head, she always wanted to put something new in her mouth.

Geto-

Geto has been planning building blocks and blanket designs for a few months, you had always been craving physical touch during your pregnancy, always sleeping next to him as you had the blanket wrapped around your bodies.

Sitting next to his baby girl as she babbled on about something, toying with his robes and the blanket, I was starting to get on his nerves. "Do you want something to play with sweetheart?" Noticing the words coming out of her father's mouth but not knowing what he said she impulsively nodded. Taking out a few blocks with letters on one side and shapes on the other from the bag beside him. "Here" handing them towards her, already trying to stuff them in her mouth, before throwing it at him when she realized she couldn't. Sighing in response, nothing would ever satisfy such a spoiled girl. She must've gotten it from you.

Handing her the blanket which spelt her name and had different patterns on it, the main one being a patchwork. "How about this?" Eyes shining up as she saw it, her favourite characters underlining the bottom of it. Pointing to them. Trying to say the words 'papa' but nothing came out other than weird noises she made. "You like that?" It was clear that she liked it, already falling backwards onto the plush pillow.

Gojo-

He take such pride in himself, knowing he's the strongest and bragging about it every time his name is mentioned, so when he saw his beautiful baby boy for the first time, of course he had to give him something, your gift was the fact that you had a child now, that's what he said as he joked with you, till he saw your reaction, of course he was joking with you as he handed you your proper gift straight after. When it came to giving his son his first gift, he pulled out a plushie from his back, squeezing it in his face. White hair matching your son and him, matching dark blue uniform and a black blindfold, and probably bright blue eyes hidden underneath. You can guess who it is from the looks. "It's a plushie of me!" Seeing the disgust in your eyes as he displayed it, "In case he misses me whilst I'm away" trying to defend his actions as he placed it in the cot with him, fortunately he was sleeping or else he would've been crying from the mini Gojo.

Toji-

He hadn't planned a gift yet since he didn't think it was necessary. He was naturally warmer than everyone else, so whenever it was cold in the apartment you always snuggled up to him, laying on his warm body as you slept, glancing over at his baby, fully awake as she tried to twist and turn in the swaddle, noticing how cold it would be for a baby in here, he threw his clean zip up on him, he wanted to hold her and comfort her but was too scared that he'd crush her with his strength, opting for the safer version in his mind as he made sure it was tucked in.

#geto fluff #gojo fluff #sukuna fluff #nanami fluff #toji fluff #geto x reader #gojo x reader #sukuna x reader #toji x reader #nanami x reader #geto suguru #gojo satoru #toji fushiguro #sukuna ryomen #nanami kento #jjk drabbles #jjk x reader #jjk #𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎𝙺𝚞𝚗𝚊

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writeforfandoms · 2 days

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Fast Car 1

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My second submission for the Ghost Challenge hosted by @glitterypirateduck

You can't believe your luck when you find what looks like a functional car, an excellent way to repair your own car. Turns out you were right not to trust your luck. The truck has owners, and those owners are not happy to find you rummaging around. Oops?

Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

For this one, I used a few different prompts through the whole fic - have fun finding each of them! #'s 3, 9, 14, 18, 27

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Canon typical violence, light violence, swearing, zombie au, mention of cannibals.

You slowed when you spotted the truck. The truck itself wasn't that unusual - they existed aplenty out here in the country, away from the remains of civilization.

But this one had fresh tire tracks behind it, the ground still a little soft with the rains from last night.

You hadn't seen a working vehicle in… months. Maybe a year.

Of course, you could have a working vehicle of you could find a replacement part.

Maybe you'd take a look. Real quiet and sneaky like. Just a little look. Just in case you could find a complementary part.

You weren't stupid, though. You looked around carefully, checked the footprints around the truck. Checked for any movement. Listened hard too.

But there was nothing. Whoever had come in the truck was long gone, but could be back any time. If you wanted to try grabbing the part, the time was now.

The doors were unlocked, half luck and half the times. No need to lock the doors when there was nobody around to rob you blind. It was easy to pop the hood. One more look around showed that the coast was still clear.

So you pushed the hood open to investigate, humming to yourself.

“You need a tune up,” you muttered to the truck with sympathy. “I can tell. Too bad I'm not sticking around to help.”

You patted the headlight but continued to look. You needed to hurry up now.

You spied what you needed and smiled. Close enough to work.

“Hey!”

The shout made you jump and very nearly bang your head on the hood, and you jerked around to spot someone walking towards the truck quickly, long strides eating up the distance.

You took off. No way you were sticking around to get in an argument with the owner. Or skip straight to getting killed.

You didn't get very far before someone grabbed your arm, nearly wrenching it with the force of his yank. You yelped, the sudden pain startling, and swung around with his pull.

The man was huge, not just tall but broad. Dark makeup smeared around his eyes made him even more imposing.

“Let go!” You kicked out at him, clumsy but determined.

He moved out of the way easily, not even shifting his grip. One more tug sent you off-balance, and he twisted your arm behind you and up, your breath hitching in your throat.

“Stop struggling.” The rough words made you pause, swallowing hard against the noise of pain that wanted to escape.

The one approaching the two of you seemed in less of a hurry now that you were subdued, adjusting his hat as he eyed the two of you. Mainly you, probably. You narrowed your eyes at him, tempted to bare your teeth.

“What were you doing, eh?” He stopped, one hand planted on his hip, the other holding his gun.

Well. You'd survived two years of fucking zombies and zealots and shit, only to get killed because of a car. Seemed fitting.

“Looking for a snack,” you drawled, wincing when the man behind you tugged your arm a little higher.

The hatted one eyed you, shrewd and cold, calculating. A sudden, terrible thought made you swallow hard.

“Promise I'm not a good snack, though,” you said, going up onto your toes to try to alleviate some of the ache in your arm and shoulder. “Definitely not edible.”

The man in front of you blinked, apparently caught off guard.

“You sayin’ you've run into cannibals?” The man behind you asked, incredulous. His grip didn't waver.

“Well, I ran away from them,” you pointed out, very reasonably. “Does that mean you're not interested in eating me?”

“Not even close.” The one in front of you snorted, stepping closer so he could look down at you. “Why were you poking around in the car?”

“Looking for kittens,” you snarked, even as pain tightened your voice. “They like warm spots, you know.”

You yelped as your arm wrenched higher, shoulder straining against the pressure. Tears sprang to your eyes, unbidden and unwanted.

“Got any friends hiding out?” The hatted one didn't change his tone, still watching you.

Sure, you could keep mouthing off. But your shoulder ached now, and you were worried they'd dislocate it and then leave you. That would be a death sentence, just a slow one.

“No,” you grumbled, head dropping. “It's just me. Just been me for a while.”

To your surprise, the man behind you dropped your arm and stepped back. You stumbled from the sudden release, quickly pulling your arm in to your chest. The throbbing hadn't stopped yet, but at least it didn't hurt so badly.

“What did you do to the car?” Though there was no visible change to the two men, you didn't doubt they'd grab you again if needed. Being released was a reward for honesty, leaving you with a choice to make.

“Nothing.” Sulking just a little, you crossed your arms over your chest. “I was looking for a part, but I didn't get a chance to grab it. The car is fine.”

“Hm.” He tipped his head, studying you more closely now. “You a mechanic?”

“I was,” you said, a little wry. “Not much to work on anymore, with most of my customers dead or worse.”

The big guy made a soft noise of amusement. You eyed him for a moment before returning your focus to the hatted man.

He nodded once, slowly, gaze still focused on you. “Looking for somewhere to settle, then?”

You shrugged, feeling a little squirrelly now. “Haven't decided.”

“Tell you what.” He shifted his weight forward, arms crossing over his chest. “We've got a safe place. A town.”

“Do you?” You didn't bother to keep the skepticism from your voice, even as you rocked back on your heels. “Heard that one before.”

“If you're really a mechanic, you're welcome in town.” He continued as if you hadn't spoken. “Your choice. Think about it. If you want to come with, meet us there.” He nodded at the decrepit gas station not far from where you all stood. “Tomorrow morning, an hour after sunrise.”

You eyed him suspiciously. It could be a trick still, a way to get you to lower your guard. It could also be legit. Maybe. Possibly. The chance was very low… but not zero.

Neither of them moved when you took a careful step back, then another.

“Tomorrow morning,” the one reminded you, gaze fixed on you still, far too intense for your liking.

“I'll think about it.” You hadn't really meant to say that, but, well… oh well. You backed away to a safe distance before you turned and walked away.

You listened for footsteps behind you, and took the long route back to where you'd stashed your things for the day. You even paused multiple times to check behind you and around you.

And not just to check for zombies, either.

You didn't trust them, not even a little. The ache in your shoulder hadn't gone away yet, either.

But… if they were telling the truth… Safety was the rarest commodity nowadays.

You hadn't been kidding when you'd mentioned running away from cannibals.

You settled back in a corner, pack held between your knees as you rummaged around for something to eat. You couldn't lie, the idea of somewhere safe to stay, at least for a while, was tempting.

If you went, it sounded like you'd be stuck in the car with the big guy who'd grabbed you. Eh. You'd just not sit next to him, and undoubtedly once you were in town, it would be easy to avoid him. You didn't have to like him, just tolerate him enough to get in.

And then avoid him like… Well, like a zombie.

You snickered at your own humor.

Mind more or less made up, you settled in to have your dinner and rest for the night. You'd already blockaded yourself in pretty well. No zombies were getting in while you slept.

And tomorrow you'd see if they really had a safe town.

#ghostchallenge #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #zombie au

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sescoups · 23 hours

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surprise - lee jihoon

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summary: your boyfriend needs to know how pretty he is, and you can only think of one way to show him

word count: 1.2k

a/n: i blacked out again. idk what happened but i am in love with this man so ig that explains it.

18+, MDNI!! warnings under the cut <3

warnings: oral (m. rec.), deep throating, mentions of penetrative sex, reader is so down bad but so is jihoon so it's doubly gross tbh, lmk if i forgot something!

You’re distracted, to say the least. The worst part is that he isn’t even doing anything particularly seductive, you’re just down atrocious. To you, there’s something about the way Jihoon’s fingers move over the keys as he works on a melody on his midi keyboard, something about the way he taps the drum pads, and when he stretches in his chair you can barely stop yourself from melting into a puddle.

He’s just too pretty, and you can’t let him live without knowing just how much you appreciate his mere existence.

When your knees hit the floor next to his chair, he jumps in his seat. He hadn’t heard you move, and almost forgot you were there. Not really, because how could he - you’re his favorite human to ever walk the earth - but you had definitely not been at the forefront of his mind right then. Your eyes meet his, and he just knows he’s about to be absolutely ruined forever. Again.

With the help of the arm rest, you turn his chair in your direction until you’re settled between his knees. You rest your head on his knee, staring up at him with wide eyes. His beauty will never stop baffling you, you think.

The position you’re in reminds Jihoon of too many similar occasions for him to be able to stop his dick from getting hard, but he suspects that was your plan anyway. Your eyes glisten at him the way they always do when the tip of his cock is kissing the back of your throat, and suddenly, his mouth is dry and his head is empty. Your hand trails up his thigh and he has to shut his eyes to escape the sight of you for a second; otherwise, he fears he may combust.

Your hand comes into contact with the bulge straining against the front of his basketball shorts, and a hum leaves your throat. You don’t mean for it to happen, it just does. Maybe it’s because you can’t help but think of how he can ruin you with it, or maybe you just sincerely feel like his pleasure is yours, too. It doesn’t really matter. As the nails on your left hand scratch against the skin of his right thigh, your right hand is teasing at the waistband of his shorts. You blink up at him, waiting for any indication (other than his erection) that he wants this and you’re allowed to keep going. Consent is sexy.

“Please,” he breathes, and who are you to deny him?

You lower his shorts as well as you can while he’s sitting in his desk chair, and he lifts his hips to help you out. His boxers come off with them, and you come face to face with one of your favorite parts of your boyfriend’s body. He takes his shirt off, too, because wearing only that is weird to him. You couldn’t care less, distracted as you are.

While yes, your underwear is absolutely ruined at this point, you’re not after stimulation for yourself. Your only goal is to swallow Jihoon’s dick whole and swallow every drop he gives you so he can get back to work. You don’t even think about teasing him and simply grip him with one hand, stroking a few times while you watch his face slacken in pleasure.

Once his hips start lifting of their own volition you can’t hold back any longer, so you put his tip in your mouth and suck gently. A punched out breath leaves him from above you, and you meet his eyes briefly before his roll to the back of his skull. Your lips twitch around his shaft before you sink deeper, starting a slow bob up and down.

Some days, he prefers for you to go fast; others, he just wants to feel your every movement, the drag of your lips against his skin driving him insane. Today, he’s torn. He wants to cum so bad, your sweatpants and messy bun combo wreaking havoc in his mind, but the sensation of your tongue against his shaft is too good to pass up. His skin feels like it’s burning, and while he can’t see the flush spreading down his neck and onto his chest, you sure can.

“Fuck, you’re so good to me, darlin’,” he mutters out, his thighs trembling from the pleasure. You swallow around him in response, and his hips force him deeper into your throat.

Where he isn’t the longest, he’s thick. Your lips are straining around him, as is your throat. You think it must be the best feeling in the world to be choking on his fat dick, jaw aching and drool spilling out through the corners of your mouth. Jihoon appreciates the view just as much. Too much, maybe.

“Baby, baby, I can’t, I need to- I’m- please,” he ends up wheezing.

You hum around him and sink down the rest of the way, letting your nose get buried in his pubic hair. You stay still for a moment and swallow again, and then he’s gripping his chair for dear life as he spills himself directly down your throat. He’s convinced that he’s going to grip your hair so hard it will hurt you if he doesn’t keep his grip on the chair, but he wants to touch you so bad, wants to let you know that you bring him more pleasure than he’s ever felt in his life.

As soon as he’s finished, you’re pulling back to suck in a deep breath. His body has gone limp against the chair, a thin layer of sweat having materialized on his skin mere minutes after you started. His chest is rising and falling fast, and that glorious flush is still gracing his neck and chest. He looks so pretty you can’t help but lean in and suckle gently on his tip again, only to be swiftly rebuffed.

“If you think I have anything left to give you right now, you’re insane.”

You laugh and wipe around your mouth, licking your lips. Your boyfriend is still reeling, convinced he’s dreaming or hallucinating or something, because there is no way this is real. The constant white noise that occupies his head is quiet, and in its place is you. He’s still not sure if he should just take you home, fuck you like you deserve and then fall asleep or write you a song, because he’s honestly extremely inspired right now.

While he’s zoned out, you stand up and move back to the couch. Your knees crack as you go, but you don’t even wince; you have no complaints about what just happened, and you will gladly wait a few more hours to go home with your lover. You’re pulled away from your phone before you’ve even properly unlocked it and pulled into a slow, passionate kiss by the man of your dreams. You hum against his lips, and he groans at the taste of his own release tainting your lips and mouth.

“I think,” he mumbles, hand carding through your hair and gripping it tightly, “that we need to go home. Right now.”

Once again, who are you to deny him?

a/n: if you liked this post, please remember to like and reblog! thank you <3

#seventeen smut #svt smut #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #woozi smut #woozi x reader #lee jihoon x reader #lee jihoon smut #kpop fic #kpop fanfic #woozi #sescoups writes

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ninimuhllover · 1 day

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"Tease"

Pairing:Nika mühlx!fem!reader

Request:hi pooks!! if you want tooooo can you do something for mika where reader is an acedemic weapon and mika is infatuated but doesn’t really think reader is gay because she’s so girly and nika always blushy around reader and like paige and kk always tease her??

Warnings:kinda smut?,making out,teasing,fluff,angst kinda,cursing,reader referred to as she,her,hers,no use of y/n,metion of nikas accent

How is she so gorgeous and smart at the same time thought nika while smiling at the girl she hasn't been able to stop thinking about since the first time she met her "girl" Paige said beside from beside me "what?" I said "you down bad" kk said laughing "she's not even gay" I said looking down "why don't you ask" Paige mentioned for the thousand times "no" I said fast "well she's walking over now" I whipped around and she was in front of me "hey guys" she smiled talking to us my mind went dumb as I just stared at her "um Nika about that project you wanna come to my dorm to work on it" she said "huh oh yeah s-sure" I stumble on what to say "okay I send you the room number see ya" she smiled again at me while walking away her perfume sent slowly went away she was wearing a different lip gloss today "yeah look at you!" Paige said while shaking my shoulders while laughing I smile "maybe this will make something happen between you two cause damn" kk said I rolled my eyes while walking out of class to here my phone buzz I open the notifications to see a message from her

Her: room number is 437

Me: thanks

Her: no problem

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Time skip˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Reader pov

I put the last pillow on my bed when a knock at the door made me turn the music off and I walked to the door and open it seeing Nika on the other side nervously playing with her hands "hey come on in" I say smiling at her closing the door behind her "you can sit wherever" I say to her "she looks around the room while sitting at the door of my bed kinda awkward I hold my laugh at this I sit down by her "what were you think for the project?" I ask her she blushes "idontreallyhaveanyideas" she rushed out "huh" "I don't really have any ideas" she said slower blushing hard "oh well we could do a power point" I say "is that okay with you?" I ask "uh yeah yeah" she said fidgeting and looking anywhere but me "are you okay you seem nervous" I say putting my hand on her knee

Nika pov

Her hand on my knee sent sparks through me "yeah I'm good" I say Shakey "you don't seem like it you want a water" she said getting up "uh sure" I say she walks over to her small fridge to grab me a water bottle I look around her room noticing a small lesbian pin on a bag in the corner"here you go" she said handing me the water and I took a sip of it "thank you" I say feeling a bit better from the interaction with her hand on my knee "I'm gonna grab my bag laptop bag so we can start to work on the project"she said grabbing the bag I was looking at just a second ago sitting on the bed and pulling her laptop out "I like your pins" I say touching the one I had most interest in "oh thanks" she said while typing on her computer "where is your accent from?" She asked I blush a bit "oh I'm Croatian" I say smiling"mm I've always wanted to visit there" she says while smiling at me "yeah you'd probably like it"I say "you really like that pin" she says looking at my hand still touching the pin "oh sorry" I say moving my hand"no your good and yes if you where wondering" she said confused I said"huh" she looked at me"I am a lesbian if you were wondering" she says smiling at me "oh" I say my stomach was doing flips and I was trying to not smile to hard

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"no because she had no right to look this fine" she says as we watched the movie on her laptop "for real" I agree with her while looking at the screen when my phone went off to see a message from Paige

Paige: how long y'all gonna be freaky it's 7:45

I look at the message and see she saw it too"i don't know what she's talking about sorry" I say fast trying to put my phone down fast while looking at her. Her face flushed red "it's okay" she laughed kinda nervously "she's just talking I swear-" I was caught off by her lips touching mine and her hands on both sides of my face I felt like I was floating my hand went to her hip and my other on her neck the kiss getting heated she climbed on top of my lap sitting down while not breaking the kiss my hand moved down to her hip her hand now on my shoulders she pulled away and started to kiss down my jaw I let out a breathy moan as she kissed behind my ear "your so pretty baby" she said while kissing my neck I grabbed her face and pulled her back to my lips "your such a 𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚" I say with her lips on mine while she smiles she pulled away "I've wanted to ask for a while but will you be my girlfriend" she said "yes" I said kissing her again when my phone started to ring I pulled away reluctantly and answered

"hello"I say into the phone breathlessly

"hey I was just making sure you were still alive but it looks like I was right on the freaky part" I hear Paige say on the phone

"oh shut up" I say when she starts to laugh I hang up after saying I was okay and look back at her "hey is it okay if I stay" I ask nervously "yeah if course" she says while cuddling up to my chest I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her on the top of her head I soon hear small snores coming from her I close my eyes and fall asleep

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I walk into the gym with my bag on my arm and kk comes running up while jumping "yeah okay girlypop I see you" I blush knowing what she's talking about "shush" I say "is that what she told you last night" Paige said from beside her "maybe maybe not" I say confidently "oh okay so boom tell me what happened now" kk said laughing "nuh uh that's my information" I say while walking to the locker room "oh so that's how it is" she says while walking with me and all three of us walk into the locker room "yep that's how it is" I say laughing

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Kinda short but I loved this idea @julienbakerloverr pooks I hope this was good sorry it took a while though I didn't know how to start it but anyways ignore spelling mistakes and punctuation I hope you enjoyed it and please please request please don't copy me my work with out asking 🩷🤍

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May Prompts (26)

Day 25 here. Start from the beginning here.

Manipulation.

He is master of manipulation.

It comes easily to him. Perhaps too easily. In recent years, he’s made a conscious effort to avoid manipulating those he loves (most of the time), but jerk clients and suspects? That’s still fair game. And a touch fun.

Getting constable moron to run was easy enough. It’s not that a chase is entirely necessary—they could have simply waited for Mycroft’s minions to arrive. That’s what John was likely planning, engaging the moron in meaningless small talk. But, they are doing this his way.

Besides, John loves a chase.

“And now you are spying on John. Worried he’ll remember?” was enough to get the moron running. And it was oh so easy to manipulate him to take off west, down the pavement. No roofs today.

The moron is fast, but not all nimble, knocking into people has he tries to weave between them. John is slower but far more deft on his feet, easily avoiding any barriers, be they human or otherwise.

As for himself, well, he’s both fast and nimble, but right now his focus is divided between ensuring John is okay and trying to manipulate the chase to their advantage.

Run. Run. Weave. Run. Weave. Jump. Force the moron towards the road, no chance to turn down an alley.

John is keeping up but his smile is evolving into a wince. This has gone on far too long.

But there it is. The library, always his saviour. He digs deep and finds a burst of speed, running up between idiot and the road, forcing him into left, through the front door.

“You guard the entrance,” he yells to John. They both know it’s a ruse to allow John to sit down and rest, but they can pretend.

“Right,” John says, hands on thighs panting for breath. “You go!”

And he’s off, manipulating the chase so they move up the stairs and into the stacks. He puts on bursts of speed when needed to push the idiot towards the small meeting rooms. The other patrons and staff keep their distance as they run. The police have surely been called but Mycroft’s team will arrive first.

Finally, they reach the back. He detours quickly to pull the fire alarm and the siren sounds loudly. The three meeting rooms empty, the people rushing to the exits.

The moron has nowhere to go, but continues past the fleeing patrons and into a meeting room. Tries to close the door.

But, he is there, pushing his way in.

“Nice try,” he says. “The police are on their way. It’s over.” He realises he still doesn’t know the constable’s name. He realises he doesn’t really care.”

“Look, I have money,” the moron starts, “if you help me get out of here. Then I’ll be gone—won’t set foot in the city again. Think about it, I have loads of cash and jewelry… would really help out that little girl.”

The mention of Rosie makes him see red. “Don’t you dare,” he spits out. “Don’t you move an inch. You are a lucky man, you know. If John had died or been badly hurt, you would not have got out of this room alive.” He forces himself to stay guarding the door, fighting the urge to rip the moron from limb to limb.

“Please,” the moron pleads, sounding genuinely terrified and looking on the verge of tears. Good.

He stands guard and says nothing, working to keep his rage in check. Mycroft’s team will be here soon and will be appropriately aggressive in their arrest. After a couple of minutes that feel like an eternity, he hears heavy steps running towards them.

“Hands in the air!” someone yells, pushing past him and entering the room.

The moron continues pleading. He turns around and makes his way back downstairs. Back to John.

Five years ago, he’d be desperate to be part of the interrogation. To understand every element of the moron’s crimes. Now, he just wants to get his family and go home.

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wait somno with jack thurlow or kappa….😋 like I feel like that’s so vulnerable and they’d get so whiney and messy:3 MISS U BTW

wait you cooked anon..miss u guys too! thank u sm for 700+ followers🩷. smut warning, bj+ somnophilia pls educate yourself on the kink, do not read if not comfortable. dont report just scroll! he’s a little submissive in this but it’s bc he’s so sleepy :3. (potential for a pt 2 if wanted). enjoy!

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jack had gotten home late, when he slugged through the door he looked disheveled—hair messily hanging in his face, tie loosely around his neck, a huge sigh exiting him when he shut the door. you stood at the stove, head turning at the sound, seeing him and already being able to tell he was ran through the ringer.

“hi my love,” you say softly as he makes his way over to you, turning down the stove as he wraps his arms around you, chin resting on your shoulder, “hey baby,” he mutters into your skin. you hold his cheek and caress him gently, “long day?” “really long day, oh my god. I don’t even wanna talk about it.” he sighs, making you pout.

“well i’m makin dinner, go get in the shower n chill out for a bit,” you kiss his cheek, he raises up and gives you a light kiss before trudging upstairs. you feel bad for him as you finish dinner, he’d been working soso hard for you guys lately and you could tell it was killing him from the inside.

in the span of you finishing dinner and cleaning up around the downstairs area you hear jack shower and exit to your shared room, feeling oh so sad for you poor lover :(. “baby,” you call from the stairs, hoping he’d hear with that door closed. you call again before you head up quietly just in case he might’ve been working, overworking himself even when he knew he could manage just one break.

you peak in the door and to your surprise he wasn’t working, though his computer sitting next to him as papers lay across the bed where he lays on his back, fast asleep, glasses still on his face as he lay in a white tee and navy blue boxer shorts. you pout, will you ever relax? you close his laptop and sit in on the dresser before you clean up his papers and everything, peeling off his glasses gently to not wake him, loving just how heavy he slept, especially when he needed it.

he lays flat on his back, legs and arms spread just everywhere on your guys’ bed as he breaths softly, and you sit next to him on the bed, eyes scanning over his beautiful features as he rests. you note the shirt he was wearing, muscles bulging all in the right places, and the way his pink nipples shown through the flimsy fabric. and as you continue to gawk at your lover you can’t help but admire how his boxers run up his muscly thighs in the right way, one side running up close to his crotch.

you lick your lips as you lightly trace your finger down his chest, leaning over him as you study his face, and you remember how you two talked about trying out somnophilia weeks ago but neither acted upon it yet but..the temptation was rushing over you. you run your hand along the sides of his face and through his hair softly, feeling his breath bounce off your wrist ever so slightly. you smile at his lips, remembering how they felt against your cheek when he came in and greeted you like he always did.

the thought of waking your man with that sort of sensation after he’s had such an obviously long day of overworking himself, hearing how grateful he’d sound, his sleepy moans from being consumed by the pleasure, hands grabbing at you..and before you knew it you were palming his cock through his boxer shorts, your lip tucked between your teeth.

you watch his face for disturbance but he sleeps soundly as you stroke his clothed cock, your other hand pushing his legs further apart so you can sit between them, leaning over his chest, eyes on his face as you stroke him like you usually would when he’s awake. you feel his cock growing in your hand as you pull him out, his tip shiny with pre when he throbs in your hand, licking your lips. you pull his shirt up slightly, nails running along his prominent happy trail that runs down his abs.

you collect the spit in your mouth before you dip your tongue in the slit of his tip, eyes shutting in remembrance of how he’d always moan when you did that. your tongue swirls around his tip, moving your tongue down the girth of his cock, pressing hard against the prominent vein running up from his balls and you coat him with your drool, mixing sloppy kisses in with each lick.

you let spit pile up on the hand that was continuously stroking him, a string connected to your lips as you pull back up to his tip, now taking him fully in your mouth as much as you could, your tongue latching onto the underside of his cock as you inch himself in, moaning as you glide all the way down until you can’t anymore, your eyes watering. you hear jack suck in a breath and feel his stomach speed up, though when you look up you see no signs of him waking up so you continue.

your recall how he’d praise you when you’d take him all, rubbing your head and giving you a slight, “that’s it baby.” the memory makes you moan again, taking him all the way again until you can’t anymore, feeling him hit the back of your throat and making you gag slightly.

it doesn’t bother you, in fact you keep going, stuffing him down your throat until you can’t take it and gag, tears running down your cheeks as you caress his v-line but not letting up. your eyes roll back slightly, drool and spit pooling up at the base of his cock from how fast you were going, locking your lips against him.

you hear jack let out the tiniest of whines, though not caring because of how into you are. jack feels it before waking, thinking his wet dream was just getting too real. but his head stirs at the intense pulsing, pulling feeling in his lower region, it made him heat up, sweat overcoming him quickly, his head fogging up and making him squirm.

you bob your head faster and it takes him, he lets out a raspy “oh!” as he squeezes his eyes shut, brows furrow and his head throws back, hand on his hot mouth as his chest arches upwards, the balls of his feet digging into the bed on the side of you as his legs come up, shaking slightly as pleasure overtakes him but you hold his hips down, humming around him, realizing he was waking up.

he removed his hand and grips the covers under himself, unconsciously bucking up to your mouth as he lifts up on his elbow, eyes fluttering upon uncoordinatedly to look down at you, coming to realize the moaning was you, and so what was making him shake and groan.

he moans once more, louder when he realizes it’s you, a long n high “baby, fuuuck,” coming from him as his head rolls on his shoulders and his eyes close again, cheeks flushed as he lets you continue, too tired to hide the rather girly moans and whines coming from him and not bothering to push his hair out the way.

he hisses and bites his lip when he rests his free hand atop of your head, lightly pushing you as he sleepily fucks into your mouth, his release coming faster and harder now that he was awake. “you’re so good baby, gonna cum, kay? gonna cum..” he whimpers, moaning behind his bit lip, grabbing your hair and making sure to pull you all the way up to his tip before lowering you back down to the base of his cock, the action making his legs lowkey shake and his stomach tighten.

he cums in your mouth with a low “fuck”, mouth agape as he catches your breath and slowly pulls you off with a shaky hand, allowing you to get every drop. you lean on your hands and he gets a hood look at your face, sitting up and whipping your tear stained face, “yer’ all messy baby,” he whispers, making you giggle. “was..was it good?” you lick your lips, and he laughs as he nods.

“really fuckin good baby, never..never felt anything like that before. scared me a lil, didn’t know if my fuckin’ dream was comin to life or not. was really good, such a good girl,” he gives you a light kiss as he holds your cheeks which quickly turns heated, flipping you on your side.

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I really can’t bring myself to turn off anons bc ik not everyone is comfortable sending, so I won’t. I also figured out how to block anons! but i’m back from my haitus if you’ll have me, i’ve seen your lovely messages and I think u sm. I hope u liked this <33

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xxchaosjojoxx · 3 days

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First love (Penguin x reader)

A/N: I was blushing writing this omg. More love for our penguin boy.

Song name is: First Love by Utada Hikaru. The english lyrics have a slightly different meaning than the japanese version, but I hope you don’t mind.

I was a former Youtaite and every now and then I still sing/cover songs. I’m not good at that but I enjoy singing. If you wanna hear the song the reader sings feel free to listen to my cover or the original song as well. (In the comments)

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You were humming while you cleaned off the tables in the bar you worked at. It was already dark outside and had nothing else to do right now, except waiting for customers. Your boss walked in. “Get ready y/n, pirates docked on our island.” He said and you were ready to greet them and serve them whatever drink they wanted. You weren’t afraid at all, you knew a lot of pirates, since you worked as a waitress. No one hurt you or was inappropriate towards you. Even if they were, your boss would kick their asses. You heard a lot of footsteps and you turned around, ready to greet them, but you froze. There were two men in front of you. Laughing at each other's stories. They wore hats. You could only look at that Penguin hat. “No way.” you whispered. They looked at you shortly, smiling, waving a short “hello” before walking to the end of the bar sitting at a table. The two men didn’t recognize you. Ok to be fair it was 10 years ago. 10 years is a long time though.

You were a waitress in Pleasure Town on swallow island together with Penguin. You worked a few years together. He was cute, funny and overall an adorable dork. You fell in love with him pretty fast. It was hard not to. But sadly, one day, he left with his friends on a submarine. After you read the news about the new pirate crew, named “Heart pirates”, you decided to leave as well. You had the hope to see them again, especially your first love.

You ran around, serving drinks and then you saw them. Bepo and Law. “Shachi and Penguin couldn’t remember me…they forgot about me too. I’m sure of it.” You thought and served them their drinks. A hand grabbed yours and you turned around, looking into Law’s eyes. “So it’s really you, y/n-ya” he said and showed you a small smile. You nodded happily. “So you recognize me?” Bepo nodded while grinning. “I said that you looked like y/n earlier. And I was right. Do you remember us as well?” He asked.

“Of course Bepo. I could never forget my favorite pirates.” You laughed. “We have to catch up soon, but sadly I have to work. Maybe we can chat after my shift?” You asked and Law nodded. “Sure. We will stay til tomorrow. So there is no rush.” He said calmly. You never interacted much with him back in the days, but you remember him being friendly whenever you talked with him.

You rushed over to the bar, refilling some glasses for your guests. “Mind singing us a little song, missy?” your boss asked you. With a grin you accepted his request. “It would be a pleasure. Like always.” Not only were you working as a waitress you were a singer in that bar for a while now as well.

He held a microphone in front of you and you accepted it gladly.

“Hello everyone.” You said and they were turning towards you. You could feel their eyes on you. “If you don’t mind I would sing a few songs for you to entertain your stay. I hope you will like it.” With that, soft music echoed through the bar and was followed by your voice soon after. You had a calm and soft voice. Singing was your passion and you enjoyed it since you were a kid. The pirates were looking at you. Humming as well, smiling or just enjoying the music. You looked at the table where Penguin and Shachi were sitting. They were grinning, singing as well. A smile was on your face.

After your performance you glanced over at Penguin before you walked towards Law with fast steps.

“Law, I have a request.” He was sighing. “Let me guess. You wanna join our crew?”

He looked at me with a stern look on his face. Without avoiding his gaze you nodded and gulped. “I could be your musician...or yor cook. Maybe I can be a log keeper as well. You know I liked those back in the days. Just please let me-” Law interrupted you.

“Ok ok. We will find something for you. Don’t worry. If you are really sure about that, pack your things. We will leave tomorrow morning. If you have a change of heart, stay here.” You nodded happily. “Thank you very much. Don’t tell Pen and Shachi please. They have to remember me on their own, ok?” With that you left the bar. Ready for a new adventure in your life.

The next morning you were standing on the deck of the polar Tang. Law coughed.

“Everyone. This is Y/N. She will be our musician and helps us in the kitchen as well. Give her a hand, if she needs something in the beginning.”

They were all welcoming you with a bright smile.

Penguin and Shachi were approaching you soon. “Hey I am Penguin and this is Shachi. It’s nice meeting you.” He said with a smile on his face. “You seem somewhat familiar. I knew someone with the same name as well.” You giggled. “What a coincidence.” Penguin and you were laughing. Shachi was kinda confused. “Ehm Pen? I guess Y/N is the same Y/N from back home. They look similar.” Shachi said and Pen froze. Looking at you with an intense gaze. “Wait…really?” He asked and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Why didn’t you say so earlier? Like yesterday in the bar?”

You had tears in your eyes from the laughter. “You guys forgot about me. So it was a decision to remember me…or not.”

From this day on, you got closer with your crew, especially Penguin and Shachi. The feelings you harbored back then blossomed again inside your chest. He was still the same cute, funny and dorky guy you remembered. But now he was more mature, and he was more attractive than the last time you saw him. Since the day you left Swallow island, you worked on different original songs and one evening you decided to perform one.

Your crew was sitting on the deck, smiling and waiting for a performance. Even Law was there, standing against the railing. Watching you closely as you stand in front of your new family. “Hey guys. I would love to perform a song for you, I wrote myself. I have never performed it before, but I hope you will like it.”

As soon as the music played, you felt really nervous. It was not just a normal song. It was a song dedicated to your first love. And he was sitting in the front row. Smiling at you, giving you a thumbs up, to cheer you up. You closed your eyes for a short while you started humming and singing the song.

As you sang you were looking directly at Penguin. You couldn’t avoid your gaze and you wouldn’t want it any different. Seeing his expression was the most important thing for you at that moment. Your singing voice was sweet and soft for Penguin and your crewmates. They were smiling at you and dancing a little while they were enjoying your song.

Your eyes were locked on his face. He was still smiling until you sang the refrain. He was confused and felt a little uncomfortable. It was a love song and you looked at him directly.

He gulped and felt a blush on his cheeks. // Maybe she sings it while looking at me, because she feels more comfortable while doing so? I have no idea. Don’t read too much into her actions.//

The past few weeks were fantastic. He found his close friend and had a chance to get to know her better. He enjoyed spending time with you like he did back then. You were cute, had a nice voice and were laughing at his jokes. Penguin has fallen for you slowly. Hearing your voice was magical for him. His thoughts were racing, thinking that you would maybe like him as well. But he knew that this was just a little dumb thing to think about. You were singing about your first love. It couldn’t be him.

After your performance you were shaking and you felt super shy. Bepo, Ikkaku and Shachi jumped up and hugged you tightly, praising you. You still felt nervous. Penguin’s expression changed every now and then. You didn’t know if it was a good thing or not. You went towards the railing, taking a deep breath as you adored the beautiful sight of the sea in front of you. Footsteps came near you. “You were fantastic.” Penguin said and you turned around. Your face was heating up. “T-Thanks”.

There was a silence between you. Penguins' voices filled the void. “You know…singing such a beautiful song with such a powerful message…it felt weird, that you looked at me the whole time… But I guess it wasn’t intentional.”

You studied his face. He was looking away from you, scratching his blushing cheek. You couldn’t help but smile, so you took a step towards him. “Was it?”

He was looking at you again. “Yeah I thought for a moment, that I was your first love back there. Funny thing, right?” He stuttered and felt nervous. There was no way, right?

A smile appears on your beautiful face. “Nah. ‘Was’ is the wrong word. You still are my first love, y’know.”

He froze while his face was now deep red. “W-W-Wait what?” He was confused. Did he hear you correctly? Are you messing with him?

“But how? Why? You never said anything at all.”

You were right in front of him, looking up at him. “What was I supposed to do? The day I was deciding to confess to you, you left with Law, Bepo and Shachi. I couldn’t tell you how I felt, after you said your goodbyes.” His hands found yours. It was a tingly feeling. “I told myself that I would tell you the truth, when I ever get a chance to see you again.”

Penguin was stuttering and his hand was sweating. “B-But a lot of time passed. How can you say that I still am your first love?”

You avoided his gaze while whispering. “You do know what people say right? You never forget your first love. All the feelings I harbor inside me, started to bloom again, as soon as I saw you again in that bar.”

You squeezed his hands as you decided to look him deep into his eyes. “Even if you don’t feel the same way about me. I would love to get a chance to give you the love you deserve, please?” Your smile was too cute for him to handle, so he nodded like a maniac. Leaning in, giving you a chaste kiss on your right cheek. “How could I say no to this and you? You wrote a song about me. I would be an idiot if I would reject you.” He grinned and you were happy that a new chapter in your life will start very soon.

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you should see me under the hood of this thing, sweetheart.

— pairing: billy hargrove x fem!reader

— type: ficlet

— summary: billy gets a flat & while waiting for a tire, you're stuck in oklahoma for a couple more days.

— tags: billy opening up a little. billy working on a car. going to an arcade. going night-swimming.

— tw: there is a homophobic slur in this one.

— word count: 6.8k

— a/n: i hope this entry sounds halfway decent. i wrote the grand majority of it surrounded by other people/noise/music, instead of at my work desk, listening to music that helps me write.

find my other posts concerning billy here

After considerable effort on Billy’s part, he’d eventually coaxed you back into his car and driven the both of you back to the motel. You’d cried the entire way there, and he felt like a piece of shit for it.

Once inside, you’d sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at the floor.

“I’m going to shower again real quick—sweated through my fucking clothes from nerves.”

“Okay.”

He sighs. “I need to worry about you running off again while I’m in there?”

You’re quiet for a moment. “No. I’m tired. I just want to go to sleep.”

He nods and watches as you get ready to lay down on the left side, which is nearest the door.

“Other side,” he says.

You look at him. “Why?”

He crosses his arms. “Please just do what I’ve asked. I don’t feel like fighting anymore tonight.”

You roll your eyes, lying down on the right side, cocooning yourself in blankets.

He goes to wash up quickly then.

When Billy comes back into the bedroom, you’re already fast-asleep. He feels relief that you’d stayed. He’d rushed so much in the shower that he’d gotten shampoo in his eyes. He was surprised the sound of him cursing hadn’t woken you.

He lies down in only his briefs—hating the feeling of clothing on him in bed, but chooses to suck it up for tonight—and he lays on his side, looking at you. Your bruises were still, obviously, quite prominent, but a few were beginning to turn more green instead of their previous dark-blue shade.

He briefly wonders how the fuck your dad could’ve ever put his hands on you, then thinks on how he nearly did just the same less than two hours ago. He tells himself he wouldn’t have done it—but the thought had crossed his mind. He’d wanted to see you afraid in that moment. And then, once he had, immediately regretted it. Deeply.

A muscle in his jaw feathers when he thinks of how you’d asked him to please not hurt you. How he’d come out of the bathroom to find you curled into a ball on the floor, a nervous wreck.

He did that to you.

You’d come with him to get away from your abuser, only to find another one along the way. What the fuck was wrong with him? Picking on you and getting under that pretty skin was one thing—he honestly fucking loved pissing you off and making you flustered. Plus, it turned him on unlike anything else. But scaring you? It just made him hate himself even more than he already does.

He slowly reaches up and gently runs his fingertips along your cheek. “I’m sorry.”

You stir in your sleep, scooting a bit closer to him. He then tries something that, if you wake up, he’s sure he’ll get his ass chewed out for. He wraps his right arm around you, bringing you in closer to him, until you’re against his chest. Thankfully, you remain asleep. He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.

He then realizes this is the only time he can really talk to you—if he so chooses. He knows if he tried while you’re awake that you’d listen. But what if you later used it against him? Or thought him weak? Or some faggot for ‘sharing his feelings’? No. He had to be strong—tough. That was what constituted being a real man.

He tucks your head under his chin. “I won’t ever scare you like that again. I’d never raise a hand to you.” He lays his cheek against the crown of your head of soft hair. “I don’t know why the fuck I act the way I do. I just don’t know how to stop it. Maybe I can’t.”

He sighs. He was tired—bone-tired after the adrenaline that had rushed through him as he drove down street after street looking for you, mind racing with horrible thoughts. Thoughts like: if someone did kidnap and kill you…the last thing you would remember would be that everyone you’ve ever trusted has either hurt or abandoned you—including him—that no one was coming.

He pulls you impossibly closer then. “Still not going to stop getting on your nerves, though,” he says with a small smile.

You’re awake. Have been the entire time, but choose not to react—to say anything. You want him to continue talking—letting it—anything—out. This is the him you like. Someone who’s capable of opening up and being the least bit vulnerable. Not the monster you’d bore witness to earlier in the evening. As you looked at the hatred in his eyes then, you felt like you were looking at a stranger.

Then again, you feel that way when he’s nice, too. Maybe he has multiple personalities. You smirk at the stupid idea, for whatever reason, then snuggle closer to his chest, enjoying the warmth, his broad back blocking the AC from blowing on you.

The two of you fall asleep like that—twined around one another.

When you wake the next morning, Billy’s heavy form is lying half on top of you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, one of his legs positioned between both of yours. He snores lightly into your ear. And then you notice you’re now drenched in sweat from his body heat.

God, he’s like a human furnace. How the hell does he wear that leather jacket all the time?

You try to wiggle away from him and his snoring pauses for a moment, then continues as you lie still momentarily. You then move further toward the edge of the bed, and once you’ve slid out and onto the floor, you stand, looking down at him, seeing he’s now practically star-fished all across the mattress.

You walk over to your bag, now needing to shower again yourself to wash the sweat off, and grab a few items of clothing, silently padding into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.

When you emerge half-an-hour later—half that time spent blow-drying your head of long hair, and pulling it into a ponytail—something you’d not done in the last couple of days—instead opting for leaving it down—you find Billy already awake, leaned back against the headboard, one arm behind his head, the other holding the TV remote in his lap.

He glances up to you, appreciating the view of you in a crop-top and jean shorts. He wolf-whistles and you don’t even give him a reaction as you place your things back in your bag.

You then turn around and he winks at you.

You don’t want to admit it, but him acting cocky and full of himself again actually comforts you. This him you can tolerate, if not begrudgingly.

“We have to be checked out in a little over an hour.”

He nods, continuing to look you over. “Why don’t you ever tease your hair?”

You shrug, even if you’re taken a little aback by the question. “I used to.”

“When?”

You cross your arms, leaning back against the wall, smirking. “Before you came to Hawkins.”

He frowns. “Why stop?”

“Why do you care what my hair looks like?”

“Just think you’d look hot with it done up is all.”

You walk over, throwing the curtains open and he squints, wincing against the bright light now streaming in. “I don’t have anyone in particular that I’m trying to impress.”

He rolls his eyes at the cheap shot.

You seat yourself on the foot of the bed, facing him.

He raises a brow. “Somethin’ on your mind, doll?”

You grow serious then. After last night, you weren’t sure you could go back to this charade. Not after seeing such a different side of him on the interstate. “Do…do you want to talk about last night?”

He almost replies immediately with 'not really', but refrains. “What about it?”

You look down to your hands in your lap. “They’re not going to be happy, seeing as you put a hole in their wall.”

His jaw flexes. “They can hang a painting up then. Or plaster over it. Like I care.”

You look up to him. “So we’re going back to this, then? You acting like nothing matters to you? And me pretending to believe it?”

He leans his head back, staring up at the ceiling. “What is it with chicks, man? Always wanting to talk about your damn feelings all the time.” He looks at you. “I got pissed, I did something stupid, and then you did too. What, you want to kiss and make up?”

He cocks his head to the side.

You understand the walls he has built around himself. You’re two sides of the same coin that way. It’s why you didn’t put much effort into making friends at school. You knew what happened when you opened up to people.

They often disappointed.

You scoot closer to him and he shifts uncomfortably, knowing what you’re doing—trying to get closer literally, so as to get closer to him figuratively. He knows this is you trying to connect—form some deeper type of relationship with him, and he should want that, but he simply can’t.

He stands then, walking over to his duffel bag to start getting dressed.

“Billy-”

He keeps his back turned to you. “Just don’t, alright? I’m not the sappy, chick-flick type. We had a fight, we both got upset, it’s over. Just drop it.”

You deflate. “Fine.”

“Fine,” he says, pulling out a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt from his bag.

The two of you get breakfast at the motel—cheap waffles and fruit, but it’s something, and free at that, so you fill yourselves before getting back on the road.

And nearly three hours later finds you on the side of the interstate with a flat tire.

You’d both felt something wrong with the front driver’s side and you’d looked at him, while he groaned, slamming his hand against the wheel. “Fuck, what now?”

He’d pulled onto the shoulder, kneeling down and looking it over. You stood nearby, staying silent as he let out a string of curse words.

He then stood, walking around to the back and popping the truck. You stood idly by, watching as he tossed your bags and his onto the ground, removing the spare tire from the trunk, then the jack and lug-wrench. He tosses the tire down near the flat, then angrily pulls his jacket off, tossing it at you.

You catch it before it can smack you in the face and gently drop it in the back seat.

You watch as he gets to work loosening the bolts on the tire and you feel yourself flush. Watching him work on a car…you hadn’t expect this reaction.

You then wonder if he’s ever done any other work on it before. By the callouses on his hands, especially at eighteen, you imagine so.

When he begins to jack it up, you bite back a nervous smile, feeling something pool between your thighs. Oh, not good. Not here.

You turn away for a moment and he glances up to you. “What, can’t take watching a man get his hands dirty? Sorry your pretty-boy Harrington isn’t here and fuckin’ clueless, I’m sure.”

You turn back around and he notices your flushed cheeks, and you refusing to meet his eyes. “No, it’s not that.”

He stares at you for a moment, then it dawns on him. You like this. A toothy grin forms on his face. “You should see me under the hood of this thing, sweetheart. I’d really have you sweating then.”

He turns back to the tire, loosening the bolts the rest of the way, pulling it off, and looking it over. Then he explodes, causing you to take a step back. “Motherfucker! Are you fucking kidding me? Goddamn piece of fucking shit! Fuck this, I knew I should’ve bought a Goodyear!”

He stands, hands on his hips, shoulders rising and falling rapidly as he stares down at the ruined tire, nostrils flared.

“W-what’s wrong? Can you not patch it somehow, maybe?”

He stays silent for a moment, refusing to take this out on you. “No,” he says, brow twitching in irritation. “I would’ve, had the puncture not been in the goddamn sidewall.”

“That’s bad?”

He looks at you, replying sarcastically. “Yeah, honey, that's bad. Means the thing is fuckin’ junk now.”

He kicks it. Then he sighs, bending back down to put the spare on.

“Well, you can just drive on that one now, right?”

He looks upward to the sky, begging for the strength. “Women…” he mutters. “Not more than thirty or forty miles. Definitely no more than a hundred, and that’s if I really want to push my fuckin’ luck and risk another blowout, if not screwing up my alignment, which will just create an even bigger mess.”

It all sounds like Greek to you. “What’s wrong with that tire?”

He looks at you like the answer should be obvious. “It’s a goddamn donut. They’re not meant to be driven on for long periods of time.”

He shoves it on the car, screwing the nuts back into place.

You stay silent after that.

You’re currently standing beside Billy—the back of his shirt drenched in sweat from the summer heat—and watch as the man in front of you, standing behind the counter of a local auto-body shop, talks lowly to someone on the phone, glancing to Billy every few seconds, who is now in a…bad mood, to put it lightly.

The man finally hangs up, turning back to him. “Soonest I can get one in is two days.”

“Two fucking days? Are you kidding me?” He shouts.

You blanch, staring at the man with wide-eyes as he crosses his arms before his chest, giving Billy a rather displeased look.

You then grab the side of Billy’s shirt in your fist. You look at the man. “I’m sorry about that, we’ll be right back.”

Billy looks at you. “Don’t apologize to him. This is fuckin’ ridiculous-”

You shoosh him rather loudly—people already staring in your direction—and pull him back outside for a moment. He stares down at you.

“What?” he spits at you.

“Who cares if it’s two days, or four or five? It’s not like we’re on a set schedule. All that matters is that we eventually get there. I mean, maybe we could start taking detours along the way and do some sight-seeing. No reason to race all the way there and not enjoy the trip, right?”

He studies you for a moment. His first reaction was to tell you this isn’t a fuckin’ vacation—you weren’t going to be pulling off and taking photos of obnoxious tourist-traps. And then he suddenly softens.

This is you trying to spend time with him…right?

If he tells you no…he fears it may come off like he’s trying to get to California as quickly as possible so he can finally be rid of you.

Then he wonders what happens once the two of you do finally reach those sandy shores. Will you leave him behind, too…?

He shakes his head for a moment, ridding himself of that thought and you deflate at his reaction to your suggestion for making your road trip just a bit more exciting.

“Oh. Sorry. Nevermind. Just forget that I-”

He looks at you again, pinching the bridge of his nose. “No, I wasn’t-” He sighs. “Fine. We’ll take a couple days off and just explore around town. Find some overpriced souvenir shop so you can buy some ridiculous t-shirt. Happy?”

You smile, nodding.

He heads back inside then. “Two days is fine.”

You decide to pay up two nights at a local Red Roof Inn, which happens to have an outdoor pool. When Billy was told this by the receptionist, he’d looked to you with a raised brow and a smirk, his eyes trailing down your body, then back up. “We’ll have to pick you up a bikini, sweetheart.”

You’d not replied or even reacted as you picked up your bags, turning to head to your room.

Once dropping off your things, Billy had walked back to the door, intending to head back out, intent on keeping his promise of buying you skimpy swimwear. He’d merely called over his shoulder, as you came out of the bathroom, “You comin’?”

It takes a bit of driving before you come across a local clothing shop. You head over to a rack of sundresses and flowy skirts once inside, while Billy heads to a rack a few feet away with women’s swimwear. He smirks when he finds something similar to what he had pictured in his head for you to squeeze into.

He holds it up, the hanger dangling from his index finger, and he calls to you.

When you look at him you flush—of course the bottoms are equivalent to a thong. Your eyes then meet his and he’s waiting for you to respond, a brow raised in offer.

You then shake your head lightly, looking away.

He sighs. “Course not.”

He flips through a couple other options, then picks up a red two-piece—the top essentially a push-up bra. He clears his throat and you look to him again, then quickly away.

He walks over to you, hanger still in-hand. “Oh, c’mon. Just try this one on. Humor me, honey.”

You shake your head, nose raised. “I don’t think so.”

He leans down. “Pretty please?”

You look at him, his face inches from your own.

You shift from one foot to the other. “If I pick one out will you shut up about it?” You ask sweetly, batting your lashes.

He smirks. “If I get to watch.”

You turn away, rolling your eyes, his own landing on your ass, humming his approval at the view.

You find a high-waisted two-piece and a one-piece you like the look of, and you head for the changing room, Billy following closely behind you, which you don’t notice until you turn to shut the door and he places his hand flat against it, keeping it open.

You stare up at him. “Move.”

He leans against the wall with his shoulder, other hand on his hip. “You never said I didn’t get to watch.”

“It was implied.”

He just continues staring down at you.

You then step closer to him, gripping either side of his jacket in your hands, looking up to him with hooded lids. “Hey, Billy?”

God, it took no fucking effort from you for him to be set on fire.

“Yeah, doll?” He asks, tucking some hair behind your ear.

“Go find someone who’s desperate enough,” you say, pushing him back, and just as he catches his footing, you slam the door in his face.

You decide on the two-piece, the one-piece a bit awkward-looking in the crotch.

When you exit the changing room, you find Billy standing near a wall half-full of novelty t-shirts.

You wander over to him and watch as a smile breaks out across his face as he pulls down a shirt. He then glances to you at his side and holds it up in front of him.

“What’d’ya think?” He asks.

It’s a plain black shirt with white lettering and a red heart, reading: I heart sluts.

You look at him with an unimpressed expression. “Really?”

“Oh, I definitely fuckin’ do.”

You turn away. “I’m going to check out.”

Billy puts the shirt back, flipping through a handful more and then he laughs to himself. “Oh, fucking perfect,” he says, taking a different one up front with him.

When Billy comes out to the car, he has a pair of swim shorts in a plastic bag and is wearing his new t-shirt.

He gets inside and turns toward you, the front of his shirt on full display. “Where to next? Unless you want to head back and let me see you in that suit?”

When you look at him you let out a completely unexpected laugh.

He keeps his face impassive. “Somethin’ funny?”

You stare at the front of his shirt—just how utterly ridiculous and on-the-nose it is—and then look back up to him, breaking into a fit of giggles.

Seeing you like this—happy, having a laugh for once—he starts to, too. “What?” He asks, snorting. “You think I don’t want to?”

You look back down to his shirt again, tears streaming down your face. “Oh, I do. You’re just not going to.”

He finally turns the engine over, pulling away from the shop. “Oh, baby, you should know by now: I’m not one to give up easily.”

You glance back down to his shirt. ‘Fuck virgins’. Really?

After grabbing a quick bite to eat for lunch, Billy finds a local arcade and the two of you head inside, simply looking for something new to keep you occupied for a couple hours.

And it’s when you look around at the flashing lights and take in the sounds of music and machine sound effects, couples and friends laughing and competing against one another, that you realize that for the first time in a very long time you feel worry-free.

You glance up to Billy at your side and find yourself unable to understand, exactly, how it is that you now feel toward him.

You’d seen a different side of him last night on the side of the interstate—the same man who’d picked you up on your way out-of-town—and just wish you could get more glimpses of that version of him. A version you feel you can actually trust and let your defenses down with.

I can’t do this without you.

You weren’t sure you could’ve made it this far without him, either. In reality, you were the one who needed him. He had the car, the money, the wherewithal, and the knowledge to keep you going. And then you briefly consider how those things, coupled with his more serious moments, make you feel safe in relying on him. You wonder how that would make him feel to know. And then you think of his fist in a drywall and withdraw a little.

“You were wrong, y’know,” you say softly.

He looks down to you, stopping, hands on his hips. “What’s that, darlin’?”

You clasp your hands in front of you, looking down. “You could—can—do this without me. You’re not the one who needs the other here.”

He studies you for a moment. Then he grips your chin gently between his fingers, forcing your eyes to meet his. “You’re wrong.”

He turns, taking your hand, and leading you over to a machine that will turn his cash into tickets for games. He bites back a satisfied smile at you admitting that you need him as he shoves dollar bills into it. It means a lot to him to hear. Means a lot that you’re willing to actually admit it out loud.

Once you’re both holding handfuls of tickets, Billy heads toward a racing game, while you go to wander in the opposite direction, wanting to try a claw machine, until he grips the hem of your top, dragging you along beside him. “Stop wanderin’ off.”

You look up at him with narrowed eyes. “I don’t think I can get lost in here.”

He smirks. “I’ll win you a stuffed animal later. Once you’ve earned it.”

The two of you then sit side-by-side, readying yourself to race. He glances to you as the screens begin to count down. “Don’t think I’m about to take it easy on you either, just because you have a pair of tits.”

You glare at him. “Why do you always have to be such a vulgar ass?”

He smirks. “Says the girl with a foul-mouth.”

Your wheel jerks and you gasp in disbelief that he was already ramming his car into yours.

You keep your eyes trained ahead at the screen then and accelerate, then see Billy shifting gears out of the corner of your eye.

You mentally resign yourself to losing to him… And you do a couple minutes later, him standing with a smug look on his face, arms crossed.

“Billy, one. You,” he shrugs, sucking on his teeth, cocking his head to the side.

You look behind him and smile, stepping past him, heading for the air hockey.

You currently have six scores to Billy’s two, and as you glance up to him—the irritated look on his face—you find yourself unsurprised that he’s the competitive type.

He smacks the puck back toward you, brows furrowed, free hand gripping the edge of the table so hard that his knuckles are white. “How the fuck are you so good at this?”

You shrug, smacking the puck back his way. “Guess it just comes naturally.”

He glances up to you with a smirk. “Oh yeah? Putting stuff in holes your specialty?” He smacks the puck back toward you.

You don’t take the bait, and instead choose to flip the script on him. “Maybe I just got a lot of recent practice in the night Steve and I went out. Maybe we went to the Hawkins Arcade after.”

You smack the puck as hard as you can, his eyes now trained on you and not the table, and it slides into his side easily. The table lets out a musical jingle at yet another victory on your part and you raise your arms above your head, and jump. “Yes!” You say with a smile, settling back into fighting stance.

His nostrils flare and he leans over the table, slamming the puck down and smacking it so hard it goes flying past you.

You roll your eyes, heading over to grab it and when you bend down to do so, you feel a hard smack against your behind and when you whirl around, Billy standing behind you with a wide smile.

“Bet Harrington didn’t get to do that, though, did he?”

You shoulder check him as you head back to the table. “Felt like a flea bite to me.”

Just as you set the puck back on the table, you feel him grab a handful and squeeze.

You squeak in surprise and before he gets a chance to make it back to his side, you smack the puck over, scoring yet again.

His smile drops from his face. “Hey! That’s fuckin’ cheating.”

You smile sweetly. “Sounds like a skill issue to me.”

He’s fuming now and you can’t believe just how serious he’s taking this.

But one more score on your part and the game will thankfully be over.

Billy once again slams the puck down on the table and doesn’t look at you once as the two of you battle it out—him the image of utter concentration.

You then throw at him, “If you let me win, maybe I’ll repay you in sexual favors.”

His head shoots up and the table jingles and he lets out a loud curse.

Billy is still fuming a few minutes later as the two of you browse their other games, until he eyes up a pinball machine and smiles.

You go to walk past it, until he grabs you by the hips and lifts you onto it.

You flush, glancing around, afraid of being kicked out by an employee, until he shoves two tickets into the machine, positioning his hands on either side of you, over-top of the buttons, his eyes staring into your own.

“Skill issue my ass,” he says, pulling the knob back, sending the tiny pin ball flying.

You cover the entire front portion of the game, so there’s no way he has any idea what he’s doing. Until he pushes the button for the right bumper, then the left, left again, right, his eyes never leaving your own.

The scoreboard begins to climb behind you—ten points, thirty, thirty-five, fifty, eventually a hundred, a few hundred. He smirks. “You won the last game, so what sexual favors do I get rewarded with again?”

The pinball tings under you.

You shift and he just continues staring, waiting.

“I…” You trail off. It wasn’t like he had let you win. You’d cheated, like he said. Twice, really.

The machine begins to go wild under you and coins begin to shoot into the dispenser—so many they begin spilling onto the floor.

"You should see what else these fingers are good at playing with." He slides his hands up your thighs until they’re resting over your hips. He pulls you closer to him. “Maybe I should just choose.”

You laugh from nerves. “I wasn’t serious.”

He slides his hands onto your bare waist. “You think I’m letting you out of it that easy?” He steps back finally, scooping coins into his hands, stuffing them into his pockets. “Not likely, sweetheart.”

You stand silently beside Billy as he looks over the larger prizes against the wall behind the counter. They even have an Atari. He’d wanted one for a long time, but after getting told no more times than he could count by his dad, he finally gave up on it. And when he got his car, he didn’t have much interest in wasting his time on anything else. Working on it more than served to take his mind off his shitty life.

He looks to you and you smile up at him, waiting patiently while he makes up his mind.

Then, “You choose.”

Your smile falters. “But you’re the one who won.”

He smirks, then reaches up, running his knuckles along your cheek. “Oh, I know I did. And don't think for a second I don't plan on collecting on that offer.”

You and your mouth. Stupid.

After dinner at a small diner—Billy paying for you again—the two of you return to the motel and once the door has closed behind you, Billy goes to strip right in front of you.

You gasp in shock, turning your back to him. "Can you please stop doing that?"

He slips on his new pair of swim trunks. "You've already seen my ass once, sweetie. What's another time or two?"

He then comes up from behind you, pressing himself against your back and you jolt.

He leans down toward your ear. "Might want to slip your suit on, too if we're going to swim. Unless you'd rather skinny dip?"

You grab the plastic bag which houses your new two-piece and head for the bathroom.

Once you've put it on, you look over yourself in the mirror for a moment, ensuring everything is properly covered. And also mentally prepare yourself for the lewd comments you already know Billy is going to be incessantly throwing your way.

You exit the bathroom, Billy leaning back against the open doorway to your room, arms crossed and his head rolls in your direction, eyes widening.

You're wearing his favorite color—blue. Almost an exact shade-match to his Camaro. He wonders if that choice had been intentional. Your bottoms are high-waisted, but at your hips are small, thin bows, every inch of your long legs on display. The top cups your breasts perfectly, a small bow between them as well.

He wolf-whistles. Then licks his lips and says, "I'll tell you this much, honey, the water won't be the only thing making you wet tonight if I have anything to say about it."

You walk past him. "You don't."

Just as he shuts the door behind the both of you, he reaches up with both hands and undoes both ties at your neck and backside, your top slipping off. You quickly reach up, covering yourself with your hands and he snickers as he grabs your top before you get a chance to.

You stand there, mortified. "Give it back!"

He holds it up above his head. "You want it so bad, take it from me."

You glare up at him, irritation building to a boiling point.

He shrugs, turning away. "Guess you don't need it all that bad then."

Once his back is turned to you, you make a split-second decision and pants him.

He curses, dropping your top long enough to pull his bottoms back up and you grab it, jogging down the stairs to get away from him long enough to get it back on.

You reach the pool before he does and deflate when you see the sign on the gate: Night swimming strictly prohibited.

You turn to go back go to the room, deciding on just watching a movie in bed, instead, after taking a hot bath, but bump into Billy's bare chest.

"What're you doing?"

"The sign says no night swimming."

His brows furrow. "So?" He flips the lock on the gate, stepping past it.

You quickly follow after him, grabbing his arm. "Billy, stop."

He turns back to you, expression that of indifference, clearly not caring about the repercussions of his future actions.

"We could get kicked out for this. And I doubt they'd be willing to refund you for the room tonight."

Your voice is a tone of pleading.

He's silent for a moment, as if he's considering his options, then sighs. "You're right, I'm sorry."

You fill with relief, glad he's listening you for once.

Until he bends down, wrapping his arms around your knees, picking you up. You wrap your arms around his neck to prevent yourself from falling off of him backward. "Billy, what're you-"

He races toward the pool and cannonballs in, instantly submerging the both of you.

When you get above the surface, he's floating on his back, arms behind his head, flashing you a smile.

"You are such an ass."

You go to swim in the other direction, toward the steps, until you feel his strong arms wrap around you from behind. "Oh no you don't."

You squirm against him and he just laughs as you struggle, turning you around until you're chest-to-chest.

"Let go of me, I want to get out before someone catches us."

"No one's going to catch us. Can you just chill the fuck out for a second? Jesus. You're aware you're allowed to let loose every once in awhile and have fun, right? You don't have to be so uptight all the time."

You stay quiet, ignoring the feel of his hands at your hips, which then move back to wrapping around your back.

He sighs."You're not there. You don't have to act like the woman of the house anymore. You don't have to keep it together all the time with me. You can be whoever you want now; do whatever you want. No one's going to stop you."

Your eyes sting and you tell yourself it's from the chlorine. Not from him having read you so easily.

And then you relax a little."I don't know how," you say softly.

He looks at you for a moment, thinking. "What's something you've always wanted to do, but felt like you couldn't, either because of him, or because you were afraid what everyone might think?"

You search yourself for an answer, but don't come up with anything. There was no point in thinking about things you might've been able to do if you had a different life before. You didn't. You were who you were, and you made your peace with that.

You shrug. "I'm not sure."

He rubs one palm down your back. And then he smirks, and you know whatever he's come up with is going to be the worst idea anyone has ever had. "You ever been drunk before?"

You frown. "That's not really my idea of fun."

"Just answer the question."

"No, I haven't."

He grins. "Want to?"

You debate it for a moment, sure it's a foolish thing to do. Especially with him. "Not tonight..."

"Tomorrow night, then?"

You know it's an impulsive and stupid thing to do, but you know you'll never "let loose" all on your own. Because what you'd told him is true: you don't know how.

You've never had the option to do anything before but what was expected of you. Or, rather, what you expected of yourself, since your dad couldn't be relied on for nearly anything. Other than getting drunk himself. Then you worry: what if you agree, and you come to discover you have a predisposition to alcoholism yourself?

You nearly groan for over-thinking yet one more thing. Just like always.

"Okay," you reply quietly, knowing you will have all day tomorrow to change your mind if you so choose.

He smiles. "Yeah?"

"I said okay." Your fingers brush against his curls at the base of his neck.

He squeezes your hips. "I'll have to get you liquored up so I can finally take advantage of you."

You roll your eyes skyward. "I changed my mind."

"It's called a joke, sweetheart. Stop taking everything to heart."

He glances behind you then. "Shit, what're those doing over there?" He asks with a tone of flat, feigned confusion.

You turn your head to look across the pool and you feel your skin grow hot when you see your bikini bottoms floating atop the water.

You push off of him then. "You're such a perv!"

He laughs and pinches your bottom as you swim away from him to go grab them. So that's why he'd been so handsy with your hips—he'd been busy untying them.

As you put them back on, tying the bows back into place, you look back to him with a heated expression. "So you were distracting me so you could do... That."

You lays flat on his back, floating. "Maybe. But I still meant the things I said: that you need to get over yourself and have some fun. Make a couple bad decisions. Might turn out to be the best thing you've ever done."

You splash him, then get out, heading back up to the room.

Once you've both bathed for the night, Billy exits the bathroom...completely naked.

You reach up, covering your eyes."Will you please stop doing that?!"

He walks around to his side of the bed. "I told you, I don't like sleeping in clothes. So from now on I won't be. Get used to it."

He crawls into bed beside you and thankfully covers up.

You lower your hands, looking at him. "You wore something last night."

"Because last night was different."

You groan. He's going to do whatever he wants. You already know you're wasting your breath arguing.

You nearly threaten to do the same, so as to give him a taste of his own medicine, then bite your tongue, knowing throwing that in his face would give him exactly what he wants.

So, instead, you lean over him smirking, your body hovering over his, your left leg between both of his and he looks up at you with a look of happy surprise. His hand comes up to cup your cheek and your smile disappears at the unexpectedly soft gesture as you awkwardly grab the TV remote from his bedside table and plop back down on your side of the bed.

You hadn't expected such a...sweet reaction. You were just doing it to lead him on and then tick him off.

And it turns out it worked when he speaks. "God, you're such a fuckin' tease. I don't buy the innocent act anymore, so don't bother with it."

You turn the TV on, flipping through the channels. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Billy doesn't get what he wants when, an hour later, you're both lying down for the night, and he's under the top sheet, while you're atop it, but still under the duvet.

"Be a lot warmer if you just pressed yourself up against me again like last night."

You can't see him in the dark, and know he thus can't see you, but you roll your eyes anyway. "Go to sleep."

"I'm not tired. You could always help with that."

You feel him shifting onto his side, then feel a warm hand sliding under your nightgown. You reach down, trying to shove his hand away, but, with him being stronger than you, he just keeps pushing higher until he reaches second base. Well, sort of. His hand merely skims the soft skin beneath your breast, but you huff loudly out of irritation, turning onto your other side away from him.

"Honey, if you wanted to spoon, all you had to do was ask."

He then presses his frontside against your back and you go to get up, until he wraps an ironclad arm around your middle.

"No, that's not my pistol, before you ask. I'm just that happy to see you."

"You are so fucking obnoxious. Get off of me."

He snuggles closer to you. "Mm, I don't think I will."

He becomes quiet then, and it's only a couple minutes later before he falls asleep, exhausted from the long day.

You stay silent, not wanting to wake him and hear more inappropriate comments. So you shut your eyes, falling asleep in his arms. Reluctantly.

#fic: stranger things (billy hargrove x reader)#billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader

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Okay I know my rambles are normally eah related but i wanna talk about saki tenma so I'm gonna.

I love her

As a disabled person myself (hypermobile ehlers-danlos) i wish we saw more of her disability in the main story. i also wish we knew what was wrong with her in specific. but we don't, so instead im going to share some stuff i relate to with her / wanna give some headcanons.

Saki Tenma HCs

• She has waves chronic fatigue, which makes it hard for her to work sometimes. She will get extremely tired extremely fast and need to lay down or sit down. Sometimes she uses a cane, or even a wheelchair during these waves. (Her mobility aids have vocaloid stickers on them, some provided by Ichika)

• She plays keyboard, so a lot of the time she will do so in her wheelchair or a comfortable chair that's available to help preserve energy

• Sometimes while playing her fingers joints will shift and she has to take a small break while the pain fades

• She has braces as well! Like knee braces not teeth lmao

• She struggles eating sometimes because she has dietary restrictions like gluten, and it'll just turn her off entirely sometimes. It helps when Leo/Need eats with her sometimes for mental support after this mindset kicks in

• Due to bring hooked up to IVs a lot as a child her veins have retreated further under her skin making it hard to find her pulse there. She likes to play jokes on people with it, telling people she's a dead body, especially around the Halloween season.

• She falls asleep to noises like air conditioning and machinery beeps easier then if it wasn't there due to her time spent in the hospital

• She struggles with eating sugary stuff in large amounts due to eating a lot of hospital food growing up, which doesn't tend to have sugary things involved. This includes greasy food too, so she will sometimes give the rest to Honami, who likes sweets a lot, or Shiho who likes meaty stuff (greasy)

• She doesn't like being told no due to her disability, so when people coddle her for things she knows she can do she will overdo it to prove a point and it will lead to exhaustion, which will often lead to some sort of scolding from Shiho or even Honami

• She gets sick easy, coming down with colds and the flu a lot. Leo/need comes over with stuff during these times, and sometimes WxS will bring trinkets and snacks from the park for her when they go home with Tsukasa

Feel free to add on!!

#pjsk #project sekai #saki tenma #saki tenma headcanons #leo/need #polyneed #wxs #wxs tsukasa #l/n saki #l/n ichika #l/n honami #l/n shiho #disability headcanon #hypermobile eds #prsk #project sekai l/n #prsk l/n

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ℳ𝒶𝓎𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇

Series Masterlist

Chapter 9 - they’re not you

Once you both pulled away for air again, you shook your head to yourself and turned your head away, embarrassed. He furrowed his eyebrows.

“I can’t do this, Rafe.” You told him, your heart raced and your hands got clammy.

"Why? Just because of your little brother and his friends? You're letting them run your life now?" he asked with a scoff, reaching out to grab your jaw and forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Stop, Rafe.” You slapped his hand away, he let your jaw go and held his hands up in defense.

“Fine, but the doors always open for you.” He said, putting his hands down. You stood up, and he did now as well.

“I’m being serious. I’m not doing this again, I broke up with you.”

“And I treated you badly, but I told you, I’m better now. Tryna be a better man, for-“ he continued, looking back at you now.

“For your dad, Rafe. Not for me.” You interrupted.

“And for you.”

“Yeah, right. You got girls practically lining up for you. Go fuck one of them.” You scoffed this time, going to open the door when he grabbed your hand, pulling you towards him again.

"But they're not you, y/n," he said, his voice filled with sincerity, which took you by surprise. You were speechless for a momenr, unable to form a response.

“I can’t, Rafe.” You repeated quietly.

“Give me one more chance.”

“Rafe…” you sighed. “I’m sorry.”

You both stared at each other, before you shoved his chest lightly, pushing him off of you and heading to the door.

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“Are you kidding me, Sarah? That doesn’t even make sense. Wards on the island? Like, the same island we are on, Sarah?”

“Yes, he’s back. Mm-hmm.”

“The second I see him, I’m turning him in, I swear.” Kiara sighed. “I don’t know how you do it. Every time I wanna complain about my dad I just think about your dad.”

“Oh, glad to be of service.”

“Works every time.”

It was silent before Sarah spoke up again.

“Hey, have you seen y/n? I went over to Ricky’s, and I didn’t even see her there.”

“No. Haven’t seen her, JJ, or John B in a while.” Kiara said.

“Weird.”

Sarah looked over, seeing Topper speaking to someone. She stared for a moment, before looking the other way, trying to avoid him.

“I didn’t know Topper was going to be here.”

“Sorry. My mom invited like the whole island.”

“Shit.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Shit.” Sarah repeated.

“I’ll keep him away.”

“Here’s the game plan, get the girls, go find Pope and Cleo, get down to South America as quick as possible, cool.”

“Seems a bit vague, I gotta say, John B. Also, me and my sister don’t got a passport, so-“

“Hey, look, don’t bore me with the details, all right? We’ll figure that out later. Hey, look at me.” John B whistled when jj looked over to see Kiara, staring for a moment.

“Yeah.”

“Gonna get Sarah. Gonna get Kie, little rendezvous mission. Back on the boat, get out of here.”

“Well, the other day, Mike and I got kind of got into a little bit of a tiff, all right? And if I go over there right now and Mike sees me, he’s not gonna let Kiara out of his sight, book. Mission blown, we can’t go down to South America.”

John B sighed, “look, just don’t get seen. All right?”

“You’re right. I’ll stay here.”

“No, no, that’s not what I was saying-“

“I got your six,” he hopped over, starting the engine of the boat.

“Yep. Great.”

“I’ll keep her running, dog, alright?”

John B sighed, walking off the dock and over to the party.

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“God damn, where can I get any harder shit?” You murmured to yourself as you walked through the party, a drink in hand.

Right now, you needed to get drunk. And fast.

You rummaged through coolers, until finally finding your drink of choice with a smile.

“Y/n?” Kiara asked, not expecting to see you.

“Hey, kie, hey Sarah!” You waved to them, going over.

“Where have you been?”

“Working, lurking,” you said with a shrug, downing the drink you had in your hand. Kiara and Sarah raised their eyebrows.

“I didn’t know you were invited.” Kiara said.

“I wasn’t. Shit, I need more than that. Is this a party or not?”

“Yes, it is.” Kiara said, handing you another from a cooler next to her.

“Thank you.” You popped it open.

Mr. Carrera stood on the stage and began to give a speech.

“I would like to thank my daughter…” he paused upon seeing you, remembering the argument you had with him and how you stole.

He cleared his throat before continuing, making a smirk fall into your face as you tipped your cup at him.

“But most of all,” he held out his hand for Mrs. Carrera, helping her get up on the stage. “Thank you, Anna… for 15 years. For making this restaurant a symbol of our life. I love you. Figure eight, the cut, everyone’s together here.”

You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes and scoffing, just scarfing down another drink, before going to the cooler and grabbing another, and walking down the dock.

You took smaller sips this time, a stumble in your step as you walked. You looked at the sunset, before someone called out your name.

“JJ?” You furrowed your eyebrows, turning to see him on the boat.

“Shit, you look like a mess.” He said with a small laugh.

“I am a mess.” You told him, getting onto the boat with him. “What are you doing here?” You asked him, sitting on the seat next to him.

“Long story, basically Singh kidnapped Big John, and they’re somewhere in South America, now we’re trying to get everyone so we can go to South America.”

“South America?!”

“Yeah. Crazy, ain’t it?”

“Very! I can’t- I can’t go to South America!”

“Then don’t.” He shrugged, leaning back while acting nonchalant.

“I lost my other job going on your trip I can’t lose these.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” You stood up, getting on the dock. You looked out at the water, standing before sighing and falling back into the boat.

“Knew you would.” He said with a laugh, you hit his side and he pouted, smile falling.

“Ow.”

“I didn’t even hit you hard!”

“Yes you did!” He said, standing up and going over to the fence.

“No I didn…” you trailed off, he furrowed his eyebrows and looked to where your eyes were.

“Shit.” JJ muttered under his breath, seeing Kiara walk towards the dock. He tried to hide behind the fence, but she clearly saw him.

“JJ.” She spoke, coming over to him. You sat back in the boat, watching the exchange with an amused smile. “I saw John B, thought you couldn’t be far..”

“I wanted to keep my distance. Wouldn’t want to ruin the party.” He pointed over to her parents.

“We were wondering where you guys ran off to. You okay?”

“No… Look, long story short, we’re mounting a full search and rescue mission right now because big John got nabbed.”

“What do you mean, got nabbe-“

“I said the same thing, Kie!” You told her, tipping the can at her.

“Shut up and drink your beer!” JJ told you over his shoulder, before turning back to her. “Kidnapped, snatched, abducted, that kind of thing. To South America by Singh. So we have to get down there as soon as we can.”

“South America? Right now?”

“Yeah, I know. It’s a long shot, but we’re making a plan right now.”

“I mean, you come in here after stealing from my dad like, hey, we’re all good let’s go to South America.”

You came up to them, listening to it. You scoffed at her words, she turned to you and furrowed her eyebrows.

“You’re seriously still stuck on that?” You asked her.

“Yeah, I am, y/n. And I never forgot how you stole from my mom.”

“Eh. I’ve stolen from a lotta people, hard to keep track at this point.”

“So, is that a no? Uh, you’re just gonna ghost us?” Jj asked Kiara, ignoring you.

“Jayj, I’ve been wanting to talk since we got off the island. We need to talk. It’s all I can think about. I just can’t do any of that right now.”

“Okay, so, you’re saying you don’t wanna be a part of the plan when big John is up for execution right now. Okay. Cool, that’s a no.”

“I can’t!”

“Cool, all right. That’s all I needed to know.” He turned back to the dock, before turning right back to Kiara.

“It’s just that- actually, one last thing, when you see Mike could you just let him know that I uh, don’t feel bad about the money clip? Okay? Just let him know I actually needed it. So thank him for me- us, actually.” He motioned to you and him, winking before walking off.

“Appreciate that. Thank you.” You told her with a smile, following behind your brother.

She scoffed, making both of you stop in your tracks when she asks.

“What is wrong with you? You’re really acting like you don’t care? I mean, seriously, you’re like, acting like I don’t care. Like, I love you dude.”

He was taken aback, you spitting out the beer you had into the ocean. He turned around, eyebrows furrowed.

“What?” He paused. “Kie, I mean, thanks. Okay, great, no, look,” he walked back over to her, you staying behind this time. “It’s not gonna work, okay? I’m gonna go help my best friend save his father. Maybe I’ll see you at the break when I get back.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“If I get back.” He mumbled, grabbing your arm and practically pulling you over to the boat.

“What the fuck was that about?”

“I’d rather not talk about it right now, y/n.”

“Oh, shit, did you guys fuck?” You asked him, a little louder than intended, she heard it.

“Shut up, dude!” He slapped his hand over your mouth.

He just gave you a look, making your eyes widen and you prop your legs up. “Shit. Unexpected turn of events.”

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“What happened, dude?” You slurred, walking with the two of them.

“She cheated, that’s what happened. After everything I’ve been going through, she’s off hooking up with Topper? I mean, what the hell?”

“Shit. Topper? She’s gotta be real low for that. He’s so… ugly.” You spoke with a snicker.

“You hooked up with Rafe for months. That’s not any better.” JJ retorted.

“No, there’s a difference. Because-“ you covered your mouth when you hiccuped. “Because Rafe isn’t hideous.”

“How many drinks has she had today?” John B asked, pointing to you.

“I lost count after 7.” You told him, hopping into the boat with JJ. “But I am sober enough to know the clocks ticking. Let’s just leave ‘em.” You shrugged. But John B wasn’t on the boat, and just stood on the dock.

“John B, what are you doing?” JJ asked when he saw him move, staring out as Sarah wrapped her arms around Topper. “Oh, don’t even think about it, dude-“

“Get in the boat, dude!” You exclaimed, he ignored the both of you and began to walk over to Topper and Sarah.

He was like a goddamn zombie, his anger controlled him as he walked over.

“Not right here, bro, not right here-“ Topper started, not looking for a fight.

Sarah got in front, but he pushed her off of him.

“We’re not doing this.” Topper spoke, John B shoving him.

“Feel good about yourself?”

“Stop!”

“You need to chill out, bro!”

They argued.

“I would just walk away.”

“Should we just… let him go at it?” You asked JJ, watching him push and shove Topper.

JJ didn’t answer, just watching.

“For once in your life, would you please just turn around and walk away?” Sarah grabbed him, turning him to her. He stared at her for a moment.

“Please. Please don’t.”

“Hey, no hard feelings bro.” Topper laughed behind him.

“We good?” He asked, and John b turned around to look at him.

John B socked him in the face, making you wince at the loud sound it made. Topper grunted as he fell to the ground, he shook his fist.

“You like that shit, Top? Huh? Huh?”

John B ignored Sarah as he grabbed Toppers collar, hitting him multiple times in the face, hard blows hitting his face.

“Shit.” You mumbled, both you and JJ running over to him.

Kiara’s dad pushed him off of Topper, he shouted at John B. You and JJ grabbed John B, pushing him away as him and Mike shouted at each other.

“Get off of him!” JJ shouted at Mike when he came too close to John B.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ bout! The three of you, get out of here!” He shouted.

“Fuck that’s supposed to mean?” You shouted at him, glancing back at him before focusing back on shoving John B away.

“You happy, Sarah?!” He shouted, both of you pushing him back onto the dock.

“She’s a cheater. That’s who she is. I should’ve known.” John B ranted as they walked on the dock.

“Any idea what you just did?” you mumbled to him. Suddenly, the drunkenness didn't seem so fun anymore.

“C’mon, we gotta go.” You motioned at John B as you untied the ropes, hearing sirens in the back.

The three of you sat in silence, your mind racing with everything you did in one crazy fucking day.

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