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gigisdoll · 4 months

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Notes: I accidentally deleted an ask abt Yujin, sorry anon (´∩｀。)

Cw: Somnophillia, noncon, dubcon, gp!yujin

Pairings: creep!Yujin x reader

The day you met Yujin was special You swore to it. The way she would look at you while you talked to her younger sister was like she was awestruck.

She'd watch from the sidelines when you'd come over, her slight of hand helping her in taking... photos... Jerking off to them like a creep but the fact you didn't know just made her get off even more.

Poor you not even questioning why sometimes Yujin sneaks into the guest room at night saying 'bed is so uncomfy.. Can I sleep with you for the night?' With her puppy like eyes.. You just couldn't say no! When she snuck into the bed with you, slightly getting too close making you uncomfortable with your friends sister being so close... But really what bad could she really do anyway? Not like she'd hurt you...

She was incredibly conflicted on the inside, she really didn't wanna hurt you! But at the same time you looked too enticing not to take you right then and there :(( maybe if you weren't grinding on her she wouldn't have had to do this! She got her boxers off

Rubbing and grinding on you as her dick twitches with every touch... She's so sensitive </3 her pre drenching her and your clothes, but she couldn't think rn! Cause your making her think wit her dick >:/

"Y/n..hah- mhmm" she came on you soso fast, her little loser brain finally gets that this was a baddd idea, panic settles in and now she doesn't know what the hell to do! But she's already so guilty.. She swears she didn't mean it:(( her mind was just so clouded with thoughts of you... It's practically ur fault your in this situation!

But she was still so hard... Why couldn't you just wake up now to save her some dignity? (And embarrassment) taking your pants off was so tempting for her, her hands were almost thinking on their own! Welp no helping now... Your pants have been removed, and.. You didn't have panties on?! Gosh what were you thinking!? Anyone could've just taken you in night!

You were pink wet and puffy... Didn't you need any help? What if you woke up so wet in the morning so needy... So Yujin has got to help you now! Her tip slowly slid in, your slick was very helpful in this process... What a weirdo she was.

It was so hard not to immediately start pounding into you "Yu... Yujin?" "Shh.. Shh" she keeps pushing neglecting your cries for her to stop :( "yn please... need' this so bad.. -hah fuck- yn please... " she whines and pants as she fucked you from behind, pushing down on your head on the pillow.

Your tears were all over ur face but it still felt so good! " m' so sorry" she again whines this out,she was drooling from how warm and tight you were. To be fair she was all teary eyed, both from guilt and the pleasure of just pounding inside of you "Yujin! Please...-" you couldn't even finish sentence, nevertheless even say a word without it being slurred :p

"Gon' cum- Take it! Take it! Take it!" She chanted loudly, was her sister awake? She didn't even care anymore, as if she ever did... She's too stupid at this point to care.

She filled you up so well, was she fucking saving up for this moment? What a creep.. " I'm so so sorry.. " then she passed out! Didn't even bother to clean you :( what a mean girl!

Would probably before passin out, just sleep with her dick inside of you just to plug it in... She has to put a mark on you! Falling asleep ontop of you... What if her sister saw the next morning?! What an exhibitionist..

#🎀.somnophillia #🎀.noncon #🎀.dubcon #𐙚.ramblings #୨୧.yujin #yujin smut #୨୧.IVE

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ursoself-satisfying · 5 years

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My Sweet Lord (ch1)

dude is that fucking brenda song?? lol i forgot he was in social network w her what a world huh???

Chapter One - Genesis 3:23

Priest!Joe Mazzello x F!Reader, SFW, 2.5k words

My Sweet Lord masterlist

A/N: ugh this is super short but its rly just kind of an intro,,,, I’m testing the waters here,,,, idk why this was so hard for me to write like its not as good as I want it to be but I’m ok w it rn,,, I might come back n rewrite it real soon n go in n change that so be warned lol but i’m rly excited for where this is going to go cus I do have a lot planned its just getting jumbled in translation lol but enjoy!!

special thanks given in this post!! you can find whole accompanying laylists there as well not just single associated songs!!!

Warning(s): none rn,, unless a priest being kinda into u or u being into a priest is bad cus thats gonna be this whole fucking series m8 so if u dont enjoy defiling holy ground n religious imagery i suggest u move on sorry!!!

The church was filled to the brim with life, with colors and sounds. There were your newest acquaintances, knitting in the corner. They were the main source of the commotion, all shrill laughs, and clacking needles. On the pews further ahead were some children, and a man attempting to corral them but failing in the end. The squeals of the kids echoed through the crowds and came to where you stood at the entrance. When you took in the scene, you were surprised the doors could even close given how the entire town had flocked to its sonorous halls this cold Sunday morning. Inside it was somehow still just as bright like the blinding clouds had followed your shadow.

Though you’d admittedly been to few churches in your lifetime, this one you were sure was exceptionally stunning. How such a grand masterpiece ended up out in these boonies was beyond you. You had felt a bit silly at first, attending mass at all but then you saw the steeple and then there you were, standing in awe of how the building seemed to soar above you. The view of it as you had driven up the small hill was impossible to replicate, how the belltower rose over the rolling grass like the sun that unknowingly led you the dawn of your new life. In your juvenile appreciation of its architecture, you lost yourself in the way the worn stone of the support beams still held the tall ceilings up like pillars of salt to the heavens.

Pillars of salt, you thought, was a fitting image for your situation. Surely you must have blended right into the columns, tributes to every other woman who approached religion and turned their heads back. You were ripped from your runaway thoughts, though, by the bustle of bodies behind you and the urging but ultimately gentle hand that came to squeeze your upper arm. Beatrice stopped at your side and looked up at you with shining, young eyes that got lost in the folds of her lids when she smiled.

There was somehow a familiar and comforting aura about her and when she touched you a blanket of trust always came with the contact. With the top of her auburn beehive just reaching your eyes, her bent body led you to the very front pew and gestured for you to take a seat on the sandalwood. You did as told with a thin smile, still distracted by the arched ceiling of the chapel around you.

As you waited in the congregation for the priest to begin his sermon, your mind wandered to the morning, how the belltower rose, tall and white, over the rolling green hills like the first sun dawning on a new world. Impossible to replicate. It was an unknowing sign of things to come. The church wasn’t something you expected to ever return to much less for it to become something you looked forward to, something that would end up being such a large part of your life. That was all yet, to come through, for, at this moment, your thoughts weren’t busied by the future but rather by the thought of the blinding white exterior of this place of worship, how bright it had been in those early hours.

The organ began and its resonance nearly shook you from your seat, but it certainly caught your attention as intended. The people rose in unison, you doing your best to follow, unfamiliar with the practices seeing as your last time in mass would have been before you were able to remember anything about it. The songs, though, were vaguely familiar, maybe reminiscent of something you’d heard on the radio, seeing as this town picked up almost purely religious stations.

You moved your mouth along to the words, not knowing exactly what they were but doing your best to look like you were competent. The song ended and you sat, grateful it was over, huffing a bit when your body hit the wood. The father beside you gave you an awkward smile when you attempted to cover your relief with a cough and a straightening of your back.

Then when you looked up from your awkward encounter-

Were you very religious? Not particularly, but when in Rome, do as the Romans, right? So when in church, pray. Maybe there had been a little prayer going on in your heart since you entered the building, hell, since you entered the town, a prayer for good things to come, and God must have heard those unintentional prayers because behold before you was what must have been an angel.

He walked slowly to the podium, robes dragging behind him and a glow seeming to emanate from the crown of his head. He seemed like the only living proof of a God that you could find in the whole of the chapel. His hair was wispy, auburn, and looked so soft, reminding you of clouds, and maybe cotton candy if cotton candy were brandy flavored. Bronze, you thought would be the right shade.

The stained glass behind him spread like wings, angels on either side surely singing of his beauty and softness. The haze of his arrival washed over you and you were enraptured. You never thought someone could so quickly feel this way. The romcoms were nice, but they were unrealistic, and most definitely did not happen to you of all people. Completely prepared to shove down these feeling, deep down underneath the mattress of your soul and leave them there to rot, you allowed yourself to enjoy the sermon, or at the very least, enjoy the priest.

God, your gaze hadn’t dropped past his eyebrows before you completely fell. His eyes were soft, pleading, forgiving, but young and curious as well. His nose? You adored immediately. He had, in the kindest way, what you would have referred to as an ‘old man’ nose, a little long, strong, gave him an impeccable silhouette that shown like a holy imagine again the early morning backlight, sun streaming from the tall windows behind him. His chin was soft and cleanshaven, his lips, soft and puffy and lush and looking simply perfect to kiss.

Kiss? You shook your head briefly, half attempting to banish these thoughts you knew you shouldn’t be thinking, but having been so completely lost in his image that you had missed the beginning of his sermon. The congregation spoke back at him at certain times, words you vaguely remembered from childhood. The echoes of “and also with you” kept you anchored to reality as you struggled not to get lost in the languid movements he made as he moved about behind the podium. He spoke animatedly about- Well, you weren’t exactly paying attention, but you did notice how he spoke with his hands, waving them about when he said something about the glory and grace that has been granted so many. His hands were long and thin and surely would be long and thin enough to fit perfectly between your-

The organ boomed through the hall and shook you from your daydream, again, and you, again, tried to lipsync your way through the unfamiliar hymn and failing, again. You had stood for the song, and the stretch was welcome after clenching your thighs so obviously together for so long, but when you sat back down, the cool of the wood and the wetness of your panties made you visibly shudder. Dear, sweet, Beatrice placed a feeble hand on your arm as a sign of concern, along with her shakily drawn on eyebrows being raised. Gripping her wrinkled hand carefully, you smiled, tight-lipped, as a reply of ‘I’m fine’.

You again turned from your elderly friend to the man at the front of the room, the one who demanded your attention with his repetition and his- He smiled, all teeth, cheeks puffing up. A sharp intake of breath was all you could muster before he began to pray. The rest of those looking on seemed to know what to do and you did your best to imitate, but as he pushed his hair back, your lips fell apart and you crossed your legs in desperation, his clergy status seeming to only turn you on more. Fuck, you chastised your own attraction to the taboo. As clandestine as it may have been, though, God, did it turn you on.

“Lord have mercy,” he said, voice effortlessly both round and light.

“Lord have mercy,” you pleaded breathlessly.

“Christ have mercy.” His eyes rose to meet yours for the first time and you choked.

“Christ have mercy” came out like a whine under your breath, unheard under the rest of the mass, but you knew he saw your chest rise and fall heavily as you seemingly tried to breathe in his prayer and send it back to him.

“Lord have mercy.” His own voice wavered when he saw you, red in the face and out of breath. His gaze didn’t move from you as you mouthed the words back at him.

“Lord have mercy.”

Unbeknownst to you, this was not, in fact, the first time he’d laid eyes on you. He had been watching you, side-eyed, the whole service. If his peripheral served him right, you had been the one with your eyes glued to him since he’d first emerged from his chambers. He saw you stand out in the mass, the last of the congregation to sit down after prayers or songs. He was unable to tell whether this was due to you being distracted or inexperienced, or both, but it caught his attention without catching yours, darting his own away just in time as to not catch your gaze. It seemed to work so long as he kept his focus on the other side of the chapel, though the magnetism of your attentive gaze was hard to resist. The man didn’t let himself give in, not until he somehow heard your barely audible repetitions after those of the congregation. Then you saw one another, caught in the undeniable stare of interest. Suddenly, his lungs felt like iron on his chest and he struggled to finish praying.

Again, you were pulled down by the older woman next to you, unaware everyone had been seated and for a moment it was just you and him, standing and caught in this sudden whirlwind of unknown attraction. The world seemed to dissolve around you, focus seeming to blur and leave you with tunnel vision on the holy man. His sermon paused for a moment as he stared at you and smiled softly. You could feel his eyes fall down your body, but then his voice picked up again, being carried over your head in smooth, calming waves and you were lost, again, in his presence that loomed over the crowd like the hanging branches of a willow on a sticky summer day. For the remainder of his sermon, you focused less on his words and more on the mystery that might be hiding beneath those layers and layers of robes that dragged behind him.

If you asked Joe why you caught his attention, he would tell you that you were the first young and clearly not familial woman he had seen in town since his arrival. This was true, that in a town occupied only by elderly folks and new families, you were the first young face he had seen in a long time. Of course, it didn’t help that he found you incredibly attractive and that, as a newly appointed man of the cloth, he had been experiencing somehow more temptations than ever before.

Every verse he read was budding with new meaning and potential, every lust soaked gaze sent your direction waning to go through with it. There was, of course, a pang in his heart every time the thought of you passed through his head. The allure of a woman who was neither the age of his grandmother nor heavily with child was far more than it should it have been. Father Joe knew it was wrong, that he must keep his mind as clean as his body, his thoughts as clean as his actions. “Good thoughts, good words, good deeds,” he said aloud to the congregation, using his slip as some kind of holy motivation.

Another song followed, then a prayer and every time he stood the priest had to force his eyes forward, away from the direction you were sitting. His thoughts went back to the way your skirt slid up your thigh when you sat down and how you must have known how much skin you were showing but when his eyes met yours with one final, united “Amen”, he knew you were too distracted to have noticed.

You watched the priest with unintentional intensity, looking as though you were spaced out, lost in thought and caught on his words, but the reality was that you were simply entranced. All the time you’d spent in this town so far and you had yet to see anyone as young and painfully unavailable as him. Though in the back of your mind you wondered how fidelious some of these new husbands were, you had settled with remaining single, that is, until now. What was more delicious than a man who was not only gorgeous, mature, and clearly into you already, but also one so out of reach, so taboo and clandestine. The beating of your heart when he would slip up and land his eyes on your form a little too long thrummed against the bars of your ribcage like Morse code, an aching organ begging to be hurt.

The service had ended and Beatrice had eagerly joined her group of cawing old ladies, but not before kindly introducing you to the sweet-faced Father that had spoken today. “Darling, this is Father Mazzello, he’s new to the Ridge.” Her smile was sickly sweet and you couldn’t help but smile back, keeping your eyes from the man approaching you.

He’d traded the excess robes for a simple black ensemble already and when he approached you and, God, he looked even better now. His hand was extended to you firmly, holding back any eagerness behind a front of eminence and dignity. Beatrice spoke again as you finally lifted your longing gaze from his nimble, capable, horribly inspiring hands, up his arms, across his shoulders, and finally to his green eyes. They were so much prettier up close. “Father Mazzello,” your friend spoke warmly, “this is [Y/N]. The dear has been staying with me and I’ve finally convinced her to get a bit of God in her.” She laughed and you took the man’s extended hand, holding it motionless.

“I would love a bit of God in me,” you laughed quietly, hopefully only loud enough for him to hear.

Joe swallowed dryly at your low comment and the softness of your hand, “It’s nice to meet you, [Y/N],” he smiled crookedly, “and you can call me Joe.”

#she has a voice!!!#joe mazzello #not queen #fanfic #joe mazzello x reader #priest fic #priest kink #priest #priest!au #priest! joe mazzello

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otomeonfleek · 6 years

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Request: Fall Blues w/ Makoto

one-eyed-captain-kinky said:Heya! May I please request a Makoto (HLFK) x Reader fluff? Not enough people love him because he’s that ‘like an older brother’ trope and it makes me really sad fsghbhjwsk. Um... you don’t need to write a flufff, I’m okay as long as Makoto is in it lmao. Thanks!

erinmsullivan Hi there, could I request that if you or other writers to an imagine where the MC has depression, if the story involves explicit things like cutting, can you put a “tw” next to the character and disorder just so that if someone with depression reads it, they’ll know before they dive in that the material could be triggering? Thank you so much!

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Bless this lovely request for something other than KBTBB PWUAHAH. I enjoy KBTBB, ofc, however am psyched to write for other games and characters. They need love too.

I added on the request of @erinmsullivan b/ the more I wrote this for @one-eyed-captain-kinky it turned into SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder or Seasonal Depression). Getting overwhelmed is all too easy rn and the weather can spark some negativity.

This isn’t explicit, however for those sensitive perhaps this isn’t the best fic for you.

It just emphasizes when stressed, we tend to feed into insecurities and distance ourselves from others. Let’s instead consider starting a conversation w/ others about our mental health & not feel bad for talking about it.

Makoto wants you to lol. Who even am I.

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Work. Family. Health. House chores. Social life.

How on earth are you to juggle all of that and maintain your sanity? You feel overwhelmed and the days ending sooner only fuels your anxiety in this transition from summer to fall.

During daylight, you can barely keep yourself cohesive enough to pay attention to your desktop with your supervisor (sup Hiroki) hovering in the background. Your apartment is piling with laundry and your fridge is sparse with stale takeout. On top of your amassing deadlines, you have not had a proper phone call with your family. With your poor diet and exhaustion, your complexion is ghastly and you feel weak.

You have been exchanging texts with your adoring boyfriend every few days, however nearly feel a disconnect beginning. In being together for several months and knowing him since childhood, you have faced similar slumps and periods of static. That knowledge hardly comforts you, but you feel too stressed to address it.

Instead you miss him and find yourself staring at your smartphone’s wallpaper. It’s a recent vacation photo from July where you spent time in the countryside of Hakone. From soaking together in the hotsprings to taking leisurely naps together at your inn room’s patio, it was a weekend of immense bliss with Makoto at your side.

Running your fingers along your favorite snapshot, a bittersweet laugh escapes. Both dressed in traditional navy robes, his arm is snug against your shoulders. With silly facial sheet masks of animal characters hiding your giddy expressions, you both are throwing embarrassing peace signs toward the lens. The photo is from the first night spent at the inn and expresses how ridiculously excited you were to be away together.

It is the distinct warmth emanating from that photo that is such a contrast to you now as you sit quietly on your couch. Spontaneously spared overtime from work, you find yourself at home alone on a Friday evening.

In another world, you would have happily rung up your beau for an impromptu date night. Here and now, guilt stops you in how unfair it would be to expect his last-minute availability. Your mind focuses on your ongoing absence in his life and you wonder what you are doing.

With this rare moment of quiet, your tireless mind fills it with nasty noise of demeaning thoughts. You are a terrible girlfriend. An ungrateful daughter. The hours spent at the office are for naught because you are incompetent compared to the other secretaries.

Heavy thoughts nip at you and you feed them. You deserve it with how off you have been lately. Fighting back the aching loneliness you feel as you blankly stare at your vacant room, you repeat how you need to handle this on your own. You can’t bother your parents nor can you tell Makoto. They would be too worried.

Before anymore mental battering, there is a hollow knock at your door. You jolt up on your frumpy couch and form an odd look. Quietly, you creep to the front and peek through the eyehole.

Recognizing your visitor, your hand shoots to unlock the door and yank it open. On the other side is a sheepish brunette donning a hunter flannel and holding a plastic bag of what is likely your favorite restaurant’s takeout.

His free hand waves awkwardly and he shoots you a small smile, “Hi, I hope I’m not interrupting.”

Exhaling deeply, your lip quirks and your eyes sting with conflicted tears at the sight of his kind face.

Assuming the worst, he steps into the cozy studio with an expression of concern. “Sweetie, what’s wrong??” With ease, he rests the takeout on the mini table besides your door and slips off his white tennis shoes. Ever mindful, he takes care to place his footwear on your shoe rack before gently resting his hands on your shoulders.

He rubs soothing circles against your tense arms and with his towering height crouches slightly to seek your evasive gaze. “Hey, talk to me...I’m right here.”

With you stubborn and tight-lipped, he decides to change tactics and directs you toward the couch. Pressing down carefully onto your shoulders, he waits until you plop down onto the flat cushion. He takes the free space beside you and waits.

Several moments of silence pass, and Makoto waits.

He waits until you finally break and start to babble incoherently about how exhausted you are.

I am tired.

He waits as your chest quakes with quivering sobs and tells of the frustration felt from being only human.

There is not enough time.

He waits as you bury your face into your clammy palms in shame of how inadequate you feel.

I can’t do this.

After what feels like hours of pouring your emotions and your cries are slowly calming into sniffles and you admit how lonely you have been, he wraps his arms around your frame.

The warmth of his touch surges against you and you bury your face into the crook of his neck. Having been starved of a proper hug for ages, you feel yourself begin to shake again.

“Tell me everything. Don’t hold back.” His lithe fingertips stroke the back of your head, urging you to open up.

Managing the courage to meet his caramel orbs, you whisper, “...I can’t. I’m just being silly. It’s probably just the stupid weather that’s got me down so let’s just drop it.”

His jaw tightens and he finally seems upset, “Don’t say that...Let’s talk about it.”

Ashamed, you glance elsewhere and force the words, out, “If I tell you...Maybe you won’t pity me, but you’ll feel guilty that I feel sad and I can’t have that.” Your throat chokes and managing those simple words takes a part of you.

Hearing you say that makes him pause. He seems stunned for several heart-stopping seconds before a painful expression takes hold. To your dismay, he pulls away and covers his face in his hands.

With his head of brunette locks bowed, he hides from you. It is when his shoulders tremble and you can faintly hear him spluttering for breath against the crevices of his palms that you understand.

When he glances up, your chest wrenches at the confirmation of his puffy eyes.

He is quiet as you both study another before forcing his shaky voice to speak as evenly as possible, “I don’t want you to think about that right now, about me feeling guilty. I want you to be happy and I never want you to feel alone. I am here for you.”

Unsure of how else to convey the swirl of emotions in you, you wrap your arms around his neck in a tender embrace. He rests his chin against your shoulder and you finally feel an immense weight off of your chest.

It’s uncomfortable.

It’s draining.

But fall is here

and you have been waiting long enough.

#makoto morimachi #voltage inc #my last first kiss #mlfk #love 365 #otome #voltage otome #request

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strangest-things-lover · 6 years

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Stop (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

A/n: Sup peeps! I’m literally crying rn bc I made a fanfic and accidentally pressed delete and I worked on it for more than two hours! It’s okay tho bc I wrote another one! Hope y'all enjoy it! Btw REQUEST ARE OPEN!

Summary: You and Billy have been dating for quite a long time now and he’s been avoiding you. You see him wandering the halls and took advantage. What seemed to start good, turned out bad.

You were waiting for Max at her locker for god knows how long. It was class time so there wasn’t anyone around. You heard footsteps coming from your right and turned to see Max. She looked confused but still kept walking.

“What brings you here?” She asked as she opened her locker.

“I need to see your brother right now! Do you know where he is?” You asked curiously, making Max laugh. She put her hand on your shoulder and spoke.

“You need to calm down! He’s probably walking around like an idiot.” You nodded your head.

“I’ll pay you back I swear!” You said before running off. You ran to your locker and decided to put all your things into it. You slammed the door and saw someone from the corner of your eyes. Billy. You made eye contact with him, before slowly walking to him.

“Hey sexy!” He said grabbing onto your hips, only to be rejected when you pulled away. You grabbed his arm and led him into the girls washroom.

“I need to talk to you.” You spoke softly. He smiled and moved forward, pushing you against one of the walls.

“Why don’t we keep that for later huh?” He snaked his hands to your butt and groped it harshly, pulling you closer to him. You wanted to get out of his grip but he was too strong.

“Billy, seriously! Stop!” He looked at you, before bringing his lips against your neck.

“You look hot today baby! I can’t help myself.” He kissed your neck to your jaw, he moved to your lips, but you turned your head. He pulled his body away from you and waited.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked, sounding annoyed.

“What’s wrong with me? WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?” You lost your patience, your soft gentle voice now a harsh growl. He looked a little taken back and he didn’t like the fact you’re raising your voice.

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” He asked in a low, intimidating voice. He slowly moved closer to you, blocking you between him and the stall door.

“You, asshole.” He raised his hands to slap you, but stopped midway when he heard a teacher. He looked at you, covering your face in fear.

“This isn’t over.” He said before moving away towards the door. As soon as you heard the door close, you slid down and hugged yourself. What have you gotten yourself into? After about half an hour, you saw Max walk in.

“Y/N!”She yelled before running to your side. You looked at her with puffy eyes and she didn’t know what to do other than hugging you.

“That monster! Wait till I tell dad.” You held her wrist tightly, signalling her not too. You brought your hands to your face and wiped the tears away. You stood up and faced Max.

“I-I need to b-break up with him.” Even though you were stuttering, Max knew you meant it. She looked scared, for you, for what’s going to happen.

“You can’t do that, not with him. Make him break up with you Y/N.” She was panicking for some reason and you were confused.

“Why?” You asked, barely getting the question to leave your lips.

“Let’s just say that his ex moved to another school cause of him…” You needed to know more but you didn’t have the energy too. You hugged her tightly since she would be the only one who would understand.

“I love you so much Maxine! Thanks for the help!” You pulled away and she smiled.

“You too! Just, please try to avoid him for a while.” You nodded your head. She was about to leave but you pulled her back.

“Wait, are you guys going to hunt down the demogorgons? Cause I’ll come with you.” Her face lit up with excitement which answered your question.

“Meet us at Will’s house! I’ll see you then and hope you feel better!” She gave you one last hug before she left. You looked at yourself in the mirror and took a deep breath.

7 o'clock at the Byer’s House

You stepped out of your car and moved towards the door. You stood at the front, debating if you should go or turn back. Before you can choose, Steve opened the door and smiled!

“Y/n! Come in!” It was funny because now that Mrs.Byers is gone, Steve has been acting like a mom. You laughed and entered the house to see everyone’s face in shock. You turned behind you to see nothing.

“Hello?” You questioned and they all looked at each other. They all shook their heads and waved at you. You walked towards Lucas, plopping down beside him.

“What are you dipshits up to?” You asked as you turned to face “the squad”.

“We’re actually trying to plan how we are suppose to attack or lure the demogorgans into the centre. We have to go to the farm and go down the hole, light it on fire then come back up.” Steve and you looked at each other in confusion.

“And who’s driving?” Steve asked only for all of them to point at him. He rolled his eyes and grabbed the towel he had over his shoulders.

“This is not happening! Do you understand that? I never agreed to this! I promised to keep you guys safe and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. If you go out there by yourself, don’t expect me or Y/n to save your ass’.” They looked at you and you nodded your head. The phone started ringing and no one bothered to notice because they were too busy fighting. You got up and went to answer the phone.

“Hello?” You asked to hear a female voice on the other side. You looked down at the number and it was coming from your house.

“Yeah! Y/n! Honey! A handsome young man came looking for you and his sister Ma-”

“WHAT?” You yelled through the phone and everyone around you turned their attention to you. Your body was heating up from what your mom just told you.

“It’s not a big deal, Y/n! I told him you both should be at the Byer’s house and he’s probably on his way. Make sure to not scare him!”

“DID YOU GIVE ALL OF OUR SOCIAL SECURITY NUMBERS TOO?” You asked as anger was boiling through your entire body.

“Y/n im so-”

“SAVE IT!” You yelled and slammed the receiver down, cutting her off. You looked towards the others in worry, especially Max.

“Max, you need to come with me right now.” Max didn’t even ask you anything and followed you. Steve moved in between you and the door, curious to know what’s so serious.

“What happened?” He focused mainly on you, analyzing the way your body was stiff and trembling.

“B-billly is c-coming.” You said through your stutters. Max gasped and moved away from the door.

“NO! HE CAN’T FIND ME! DO SOMETHING!” She yelled as she ran towards Lucas, who wrapped his arms around her.

“Why are you guys scared of that guy?” Your head shot back to Steve and he moved back a bit.

“You don’t understand. He’s one son of a bitch Steve, you even know that. He’ll hurt Max and kill me!” Steve pushed you back, far away from the door. You started pacing around the living room. Sitting on the couch, getting up, pacing for a bit, and doing it all over again.

“Steve. I need to get her home before he com-”

You were cut off when you heard an engine roaring from outside. “Billy.” Both you and Max said in unison.

“Okay, stay here with them Y/n! If he gets in, you need to defend them.” He said before opening the door. As soon as the door closed, all of you ran to the couch that was below the window and looked out. You being the tallest, had to get up and look from the top. You noticed how Billy was constantly looking at the window then turned to look at the kids. You looked again and noticed Steve swing his head back to the window.

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“SHIT! Did he see us?” Dustin asked as he slid down the couch like the others. You went near the door and slightly opened it to see Steve on the ground and Billy walking towards the door.

“NO!” You immediately pushed your body weight against the door, but Billy was pushing on it real hard. You looked at the ceiling to see cracks starting to appear. You knew you had to let go before the entire door breaks.

“GO AWAY BILLY! MAX IS NOT HERE!” You shouted as loud as you can and heard a chuckle.

“PRINCESS! YOUR HERE TOO? WELL ISN’T THIS A LUCKY DAY!” You regretted even speaking. He shoved the door a little harder and you landed right on your ass. He slammed the door open and looked down at you.

“Well, well, well, who do we have here? Is that Lucas Sinclair?” He moved dangerously close to Max and Lucas and eyed them. You pushed yourself up and shoved yourself in between Billy and the kids.

“The doors behind you. Leave!” He laughed before wrapping his hands around your throat. You can hear the kids yelling and trying to pull him back but he was determined to get what he wants. You tried to pry his hands away, but it only got tighter.

“Watch yourself, Y/l/n! You might be signing up to see the bitchy side of me.” His face was probably a few centimetres away from yours. You snickered before saying,

“Aren’t I already?” His face slowly started turning red and before you can process, he threw you to the ground. You landed on your back and laid there for a few seconds, trying not to pass out. You could tell he was moving forward and just as he bent down, Steve opened the door, standing above you. You smiled and looked back at Billy before punching his face, nice and hard. He grunted as he fell back and Steve took the chance to bend down and punch him multiple times. You pulled Steve up and told him to get out of the house with the kids.

“Steve! Take them and start your plan.” Steve was hesitating, but he knew you would be fine. You straddled Billy’s hips and held him down, giving the others a chance to escape. Steve gave you one last glance.

“Are you sure?” You huffed.

“I’m positive Steve! Now get the fuck out!” He closed the door and you heard the car come to life and drive off. Billy took this chance to push you off of him and picked you up. He brought you to the couch and dropped you, setting himself on top of you.

“Get off of me!” You squirmed beneath him as he laughed evilly. He pulled your hands above your head and held it there.

“Give me one good reason to.” He seemed serious. You teared up and almost began to cry.

“You don’t love me.” The words left your lips as it made its way through his mind. As it hit him, he let go of your hands and stood up.

“What are you talking about? Of course I love you!” You stood up, maintaining the same eye level.

“Lies.” You shoved past him to the door, ready to leave this place but he pulled you back.

“You’re not leaving this place without explaining yourself!” He backed you up against the wall like he did earlier, but there was no sexual tension, only anger and sadness.

“Y-You haven’t been talking to me! You don’t even bother to checkup on me! You have been ignoring my texts. You have been partying with our school sluts when you told me you’re tired!” You didn’t even take a breath in between and just looked at Billy for an answer.

“I don’t understand so clarify this, you’re the one who took an interest for me first right?” You waited for an answer but he just looked at you blankly, lost.

“ANSWER ME BILLY!” He nodded his head and you can tell, he knew this was going somewhere bad and because it was all his fault.

“You’re the one who asked me out, am I right?” He nodded his head and looked down at his hands, looking at the promise rings you swapped with each other.

“You’re the one who gave me the promise ring and said we should always keep each other as a first priority!” He looked at you in shame, hating himself. You both didn’t even notice the fact that Billy, is now backed up against the wall.

“I didn’t know you felt that way… I’m sorry.” For the first time, you actually heard something from Billy that he meant. You sarcastically laughed.

“Wow! That’s the first thing you’ve actually meant!” He looked at you with tears in his eyes.

“I wasn’t doing anything with those girls anyway, even ask Max! I called them cows! I promise I’ll make it better.” You raised your left hand in between both of your faces and slowly took the ring off. You shoved the ring to his chest and gave a weak smile.

“You already broke it.” With that said, you kissed his cheek one last time and moved towards the door. You saw a single tear run down his cheek and you wanted to hug him, hold him, but both of you knew it’s not possible.

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