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terras-domain · 5 months

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(Thanks)Giving Season

Characters: Kang Seul-gi (Seulgi), Male Husband (Reader), Husband's Brother

Tags: Cheating, Cuckold, Kitchen Sex, Blowjob, Watching, Caught, Condom, Rough Sex, Forced Submission, Thanksgiving, Cum in Pussy, Abs, Cum Eating

Words: 2941

Author's Note: Hi Hiiiii terra here!!! Been a while since I posted, sorry for that. Hope you all had a good Thanksgiving. Personally I don't celebrate it but I hope to those who did, you guys enjoy it <33 As the tags show it's gonna be a cuckold smut so if it's not your thing, oh well. Enjoy <33

Reader's POV

Thanksgiving. Not the best holiday to be honest, never understood the hype behind it but at least now I have a day off from work to spend some time with my wife, Seulgi. Work has been brutal for me so our time together is precious to me. Opening the front door with a smile to greet her that I'm home, only for me that smile to slowly fade away. "Oh hi, honey!" Seulgi smiled, waving at me as I see her talking to a guest. "Oh hey lil' bro, long time no see hm?" My brother, a person who I haven't seen in years actually. I actually don't bond well with my family in general, which is why my personal time is mostly dedicated to my wife Seulgi. "Hey...what're you doing here?" I asked, an eyebrow lifted as I start to make myself at ease, putting my stuff down and joining my wife and my brother around the living room.

"Awww don't be too cold, lil' bro. Just wanted to see my family for Thanksgiving you know." He gave a big grin, a face that makes me feel so annoyed for some reason, always been all my life. "Now now boys. Let's not be like that, okay? We need to get things done for Thanksgiving" My breath got stuck through my throat. She's right, it's not like I have much time to spend with Seulgi, and I'm not gonna waste the time I get now by arguing with this dumbass. She had planned to cook something special for tonight, so she brought us both to the kitchen, showing the turkey she planned on roasting, only to find it rotten. "Oh fuck! Nooo that fucking butcher lied to me." Now with no turkey, we can't have the so called Thanksgiving spirit. My big brother can't drive, which means there's only one thing I can do now. "I'll go buy you a new one hun. Don't worry about it" Seulgi's eyes sparkled and hugged me tight, euphoric as now her problem has a solution. "Awww thank you sweetheart. I love you." A kiss on the lips I received from my loving wife, followed by her warm smile that just melts my heart. I got myself ready, grabbing my keys and look back to my wife and wave. "I love you Seulgi. And take care of my wife okay?" I looked to my big brother, I don't really like him but I'm sure family still care for each other. "Oh no worries lil bro. Your wife's safe with me."

Seulgi's POV

I'm glad my husband is around to help me with the turkey. It was silly of me to not realize it was rotting. Oh well, I just have to start prepping food for now. My husband is a big fan of Italian food so I thought making him some fettuccine alfredo might make him happy. Dropping the pasta to boil them while I prepare the sauce was pretty much light work for me, I'm used to working alone in the kitchen since my husband isn't often in the house anyways. I checked around and notice my brother-in-law looking deep into my eyes, sometimes shifting to my cooking elsewhere. "Smells good Seulgi. My brother must be happy to have you." His low voice echoes the kitchen. I didn't know how to respond to that but only smile awkwardly, what a weird thing to say I thought. "Oh come on beautiful. Don't be shy. Live a little we're family right? Nothing wrong with a little compliment, especially if it's for a pretty woman like you~" he kept on going with his praises and weird antics, which start to make me get goosebumps. His footsteps felt heavy but firm, slowly inching closer to me as he started to lean towards me, looking at the pot of fettuccini I'm preparing followed by a sniff, trying to smell the food, or so I thought. His face was closer to my hair than it was to my cooking which made me feel a little uncomfortable and insecure as the thoughts in my head start to turn into a reality. He's groping me!

With his hands reaching under my apron and gripping my chest through shielded by the cloth of my clothes, it was hard to push him away since he's so big and muscular. "W-wait. Please don't do this, your brother won't like this." I mumbled, squirming a bit as I'm overpowered, my whole body held tight as my brother-in-law completely gropes me for his pleasure. "Oh no worries beautiful. Your husband ain't doing shit on me. Now let me see how good you feel." His wide grin send shivers down my spine, but when he started to pull my face for a kiss, I felt unreal. My whole life I've only had intimate relationships with my husband so this felt so bad, but not like my brother-in-law cares about it.

"Mmmh Seulgi. You're quite the curvy babe aren't you?" He chuckled, now biting my lips as he has full control over me. I can't escape and just let him use me, hoping my husband can come just in time to save me from this creep. His hard bulge is pressing on my ass cheeks and it's disgusting, having another man than my own husband using me for pleasure. After a few minutes of making out, he pulled out and gave a big grin. "Well time for the real thing bitch. Get down there." My in law now guides me to be on my knees, facing his stifling bulge before he pulled his pants off, showing his erection pointing straight at me. It's huge. Bigger than anything I've ever seen, it made me nervous since I know what's next.

"Well what're you waiting for hoe? Get to it." His thick length started slapping on my face, making me whimper in inferiority. My husband did tell me how much of an asshole he is, and how violent he can be, so I have no other choice. My mouth slowly opened up as I slowly accepted his cock, taking it in inch by inch. It felt so wrong, the way is thick meat makes me choke just by putting the tip in, the way his hands rub on my cheeks and how I'm actually cheating on my husband right now. "Good girl Seulgi. Just need a little bit of...enthusiasm." As he kept his dominant persona going, his wishes are all coming to a reality as he uses me as he please. His hands are on the back of my head, plunging his cock inside as he thrust his hips back and forth. It hurts. My husband isn't as big nor as rough as his brother so this is all new to me. "ghhhh GAAAAK-!" My mouth just kept on making weird noises and choking sounds as he continues his barrages of mouth fucking on my throat, drilling my mouth and using me as a sex object.

Reader's POV

Phew! That took a while. turkey secured, and it's fresh from the oven. Too bad traffic isn't really on my side today, man why does life hate me so much. But all that complaining will soon end as I reached home, excited to see my wife. Creaking the door open I was greeted by nothing by a strange noise, a woman who sounded like she was choking over something. I went to explore my own home, looking for the source of the odd sound as I reached the kitchen. Just like the turkey, my heart fell. Seeing my wife sucking on my brother's cock, bobbing her head back and forth just made me feel sick. "Oh, you're finally here lil bro. Gimme a sec!" He grunted as he pulled out, stroking his 8-inch length while looking down at Seulgi. "Open your mouth, beauty, I wanna cum on that face." He ordered, which my wife seems to obey despite taking a few seconds to follow. I can hear a few sobs coming from her. is it shame, is it resent, or is it just the aftereffect from a rough face fucking she just went through. Regardless, it seems my brother enjoyed my wife a lot when he unloaded his load all on her face, splattering everywhere from her forehead to her chin.

Seulgi's face turned away, looking very shy and scared. "Honey..." I tried to approach her, wanting to know what's going on when my she stopped me in my tracks. "I'm sorry baby. He...he made me do this." She sobbed, looking down to the floor as cum dripped down her face. I had a dead stare to my brother, my face inclining so our eyes exchange eye contact. In those few seconds, memories of how much my brother overpower me in any way came back. How he's physically, mentally and even academically superior to me, which makes him so much better than me. I want to confront, I want him to pay. But with what has happened my whole life, it may be best to just give in, I don't have a choice. I could only walk towards Seulgi, holding her tight and give her a gentle soft kiss. "I love you, Seulgi." the kiss ended, interrupted by the after taste of my brother's semen on my lips. After that I just wiped my wife's face with a clean cloth before walking away cowardly. I need to take my mind off of this, and staying in the kitchen won't help me. I took one last look at my brother, sighing. "She's yours." A defeated frown sticked to my face face as the words flew out of my mouth, and my feet drags across the room.

My words seem to influence my brother for some reason. As soon as I sat on the couch, I couldn't distract myself no matter what is on the TV. My mind still wanders in the kitchen where my brother shreds my wife's clothes off, completely taking advantage of the situation where both me and Seulgi are mentally lost. I could hear banging noises coming from the sink, making my lewd mind imagine how Seulgi looked getting fucked by another man, it made me hard. My penis pitching a tent from my imaginations running wild from the voices that both Seulgi and my brother make aroused me and made me touch myself while fully clothed. A pathetic loser touching himself through his pants while his wife gets fucked rough that is me. Soon I can see the pair walking out of the kitchen both half naked. Seulgi seems to have less resistance towards my brother and just embraces him now. "I'm sorry honey." i stared at the floor, ashamed of my incompetence. Seulgi didn't reply with a single word, instead her facial expression is more than enough to show the disgust she had towards me for giving in too easily.

Seems like they weren't done. No, seems like they were just getting started. My brother sat next to me on the couch, butt-naked while Seulgi climbed up on him, riding his bigger cock as her tight pussy gapes open for her. "Nghhhh ahhh~! Yeah daddy, fuck me, fuck my tight little pussy!" Seulgi's moans and words were like a knife to me, humiliating me as I just looked at my unintended tent, with nobody but myself to please it. I could only resist so much. The bounces Seulgi made, the sheer size of my brother destroying my wife's vagina, the way I was completely ignored. It was degrading me, but at the same time turning me on more, I eventually gave in to my urges and started jacking off, stroking at the site of live porn acted by my wife and my brother. And they both seem to ignore me, it's as if I'm not even there and they just fucked like they've been doing it together for years. "Nghhh fuck Seulgi you little bitch! You love this cock huh? You love it more than you love your husband's? My cock is better than my brother's isn't it?" The questions he asked showed how they both can see me, I'm not invisible, at least not literally. "Nghhh~ yes daddy. Daddy's cock is just too good. My husband feels like a shrimp compared to yours daddy." That single line from my own wife broke me, made me lose myself as I screamed while rubbing my shaft so fast and uncontrollably. It made me cum, splashing drops of dilute cum on my pants. It made me huff and puff for some reason. I've had sex quite some time with Seulgi, but none of them drained me as much as this. I felt like I could pass out, so I retreated and moved to my bedroom to find clarity.

When I thought being alone in the bedroom was enough, it wasn't. My brother crashed in with Seulgi, holding her in his arms carrying like newly weds. They were making out which made me slightly irritated. Again they ignored my existence and just jump on the bed, forcing me to lay on just a small fraction of the mattress. Their make out session broke up and Seulgi now traced back to my brother's long hard shaft. I could've sworn he came a few times already and yet he's still rock solid and raring for more. Seulgi's pretty mouth enveloped his cock, slowly lowering her head before moving back up, and a slow cycle continues as she sucked my brother's cock. What's worse is how I can see our wedding rind on Seulgi's hand, shining to me while her fingers wrap around my brother's shaft. My wife's head game kept on as she went faster after a while, only for my brother to stop her and lift her face up. They made out, making me feel uncomfortable yet so turned on before changed positions, Seulgi's pussy directly above my face.

"I'll fill you up, bitch-" My brother grunted as a tight smack echoes the room, leaving a red handprint on Seulgi's ass. It made Seulgi scream out a submissive moan too and a drop of cum dripped down her pussy and onto my face. It seems like they didn't want to waste any time and went straight to business, with their two bodies connecting, my brother's cock penetrating my wife's pussy and I got the best, or worst view to see it happening. "Ngaaah~! Aaaaah aahhh yessss~!" Seulgi's moans became vocal, the opposite of her behaviour a while back. She's just lost in lust, just like me it seems. "Harder daddy pleaseeee~" She plead, her head twisting back to face my brother acting like it's only them in the room and I'm nowhere in the scene. "Fuucckkk shut the fuck up slut. I didn't tell you can order me around." With a rough yank on her her, Seulgi's moans became only louder. With precum from both of their private parts leaking on me, I couldn't have felt more humiliated, but somehow I'm happy. It made me feel content to listen to my wife's sweet and loud moans, even if it's not from me.

"Mmmh~ Daddy's cock is getting bigger in me oh god!" Her pussy bulges as she finished her sentence. He's about to cum, isn't he, I thought. "Nghhh yeaahhh...fuck I'm gonna fucking fill you up Seulgi!" He grunted, digging his nails into her hips as my brother starts to buckle his hips harder until eventually he came, bursting inside my wife. There's so much cum inside it was up to a point where the cum from the pair drips down on me, covering my face with cum. It was embarassing, having them cum on me in my bed in this manner and cuck me. After all that, Seulgi finally looked at me. "Do you want to cum baby?" Her words are still as sweet as ever, but her expressions sure seemed cold, of course I'd say yes. I was so eager to put my cock in her until she stopped me, handing me over an S size condom.

Of course, it was a bit too tight for me but I don't feel much physical pain. I ended up finally getting to fuck my wife, despite only by wearing a small condom. My thrusts were clear to be ineffective, as Seulgi's fake moans just makes me so humiliated and degraded. "Fuuuck hunny! It feels so good!" I screamed, getting closer to my climax despite only being a few thrusts in. "Mhm, okay sure. Cum then baby" Her replies seem to be short and uninteresting. It just fuels up my self-degradation which made me cum so much sperm in the condom, filling it up. "Aaaaah, nghhhh~" My whimpers were so weak, it sounded like I could faint any moment. But my wife wouldn't let me yet, not after being a coward and not standing up for his wife. She pulled off the condom from my cock and spilt it on her stomach, making her abs more defined. "Eat it" She ordered, and I had no choice but to oblige. Licking and cleaning my wife's fit body, cleaning her abs from my worthless cum felt both horrible and amazing at the same time, most probably because of how fucked my mind is at this point. I felt defeated and lay on my back beside Seulgi, before hearing her whisper. "I love you honey~" followed by a sweet giggle before my brother joins back in bed with her. Sure she still says she loves me, but for some reason I believe she loves his cock more.

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pilothusband · 3 years

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fly me to the moon

Rating: M-ish (a lil spicy at the end)

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Warnings: Swearing, boner mention, a douchebag, a little hint at food shaming

Word count: 2.5k

Description: You go on a date with a complete asshole. He takes you on a helicopter tour, not expecting the pilot to be the one to sweep you off your feet.

Author’s note: Probably should have edited this more but meh. This was completely self-indulgent. Unbeta’d. Let me know what you think!

gif by @pedroispunk

Why did I agree to go out with this jackass in the first place?

Your eyes were starting to feel sore with the amount of times you had rolled them throughout your date. He hadn’t noticed the exasperated movement of your eyes, too swept up in talking about the summer he spent in Ibiza with his former fraternity brothers, his medium rare, overpriced ribeye untouched.

So far, everything had felt off. The way he pulled up outside of your apartment and honked his horn to signal his arrival, the anchor cufflinks in his freshly pressed suit, paired with a pair of leather boat shoes and a salmon-pink button down. You loved a man in pink, but the rest of the outfit just felt like it didn’t fit together. Was he going to a wedding or going to party on a yacht? You had glanced down at your own outfit, a simple black dress that stopped mid-calf and hung loose, just barely hinting at your curves.

God, you hoped he wasn’t going to take you on a boat.

You had only agreed to this date in the first place because Liam, an investment banker who worked in your office building in the suite below yours, had asked you nearly every day for a month in a row. He was persistent, kind of like a mosquito, but you figured you were being too picky and needed to expand your horizons a bit. Maybe you would learn more about him and actually have a good time.

Not so much.

You couldn’t help but notice the way his brows knit together when you had ordered the fettuccine alfredo. The restaurant’s menu was pretty limited, and you didn’t recognize most of the items. This place was just too fancy for your comfort. You had wanted to call the waiter back to the table and change your order to a cheeseburger, just to embarrass him further.

As Liam droned on about how his father had taught him how to manage his finances, you let your mind wander to last weekend. You had gone out with your friends, Benny and Will, a pair of brothers who were each other’s polar opposites, yet they had a bond that was stronger than any other siblings you had ever met.

You were already well acquainted with their other friends, Santiago and Frankie, affectionately known as Pope and Catfish. Pope had a magnetic personality– he commanded the room without meaning to, sometimes to the detriment of others around him, who were trying to get a word in edgewise.

Frankie was complicated. He was quiet, a little rough around the edges, and a little gruff, but so soft at the same time. His eyes gave way to a deeply settled kind of hurt. They had drawn you in almost right away. It only took one glance at his smile, brilliant and boyish, with a hint of a dimple gracing his cheek, before you were hooked.

You had only known him for a few months now and only saw him when the guys got together, but you couldn’t deny the desire that clutched at your stomach whenever his deep brown eyes met yours.

You heard your date call your name, snapping you out of your daydream.

“You ready for part two of the best date ever?” Liam asked. His smirk was all wrong. It wasn’t soft or playful. It was polished and practiced. He reminded you too much of Patrick Bateman.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you said, pasting a smile onto your face, inwardly wincing at how fake it was. You could not wait to go home and put on your sweatpants.

Shit. Holy shit.

He was taking you on a helicopter tour. The same company that Catfish worked for. Your stomach was in knots, threatening an unwelcome return of the alfredo you had for lunch.

Maybe he’s not working today, maybe we’ll get a different pil–

Of course you had no such luck. The guide ushered you both over towards the launching pad, where Frankie stood, wearing a tan flight suit. His hair was tousled, likely from being up in the air for most of the day and he had a pair of aviators on. He looked delectable.

His eyebrows shot up in recognition. He cocked his head to the side, glancing at your date, then back at you, a grimace set on his face.

Frankie schooled his expression and walked up and gave you a side hug, his hand squeezing your shoulder gently.

“Good to see you,” he said, giving you a small grin.

“You two know each other?” Liam asked, his eyes shifting between the two of you.

“Oh, yes, Liam– this is Frankie. He’s one of my friends.”

Friends.

“Nice to meet you, Liam,” Frankie said, shaking his hand politely.

Liam gave Frankie one of his wide, practiced grins. “Likewise.”

You could have sworn you saw Liam wince a little during the handshake, but you chalked it up to pre-flight jitters. Liam slung an arm around your shoulder possessively and chuckled.

“Excited to show this pretty lady some pretty sights.” His fingers curled into your shoulder, a little too hard, and he jostled you a little, trying to come off as a cute gesture. It had you feeling like a rag doll.

The smile you gave him must have been pretty forced, because Frankie coughed, interrupting the moment.

“All right, folks. Ready to get going?”

You nodded, feeling a fluttering in your belly. Despite not wanting to be stuck in a helicopter with Liam, you were excited to finally see Frankie in action.

Frankie handed you both a pair of headsets and instructed you to buckle up. Before climbing in himself, he checked Liam’s belt, tightening it a little and then came over to your side, adjusting your belt as well. You risked a peek at him out of the corner of your eye, noticing the way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed.

“All set,” he murmured, giving you a soft smile.

Before you knew it, Frankie was in the pilot’s seat and the helicopter roared to life. The blades were whirring above your heads, making your hair whip around your face. You tucked the sides of your dress under your legs, silently cursing Liam for not warning you of this afternoon’s non-dress appropriate activity.

The swoop you felt in your stomach was unlike anything you had felt before, more intense than a commercial flight. You tried not to fidget, knowing you were in good hands with Frankie piloting, but fuck, were you already high up, and only climbing higher by the second.

You briefly wondered how high up you were now, how high up Frankie had ever flown. You planned on asking him once you were all safely back on the ground.

A large gust of wind made its way into the helicopter, forcing a shiver down your spine, goosebumps rising on your woefully unprotected arms.

“You cold, sweetie?” Liam asked. “I would give you my jacket but I need it to stay warm. You should have planned better, gorgeous.”

You instantly clenched your teeth, wishing murder was legal at this very moment.

“Well, Liam, I would have brought a jacket if you had told me we were coming here,” you said, voice dripping with a sarcastic, syrupy sweet tone.

“I have a jacket in the compartment in front of you,” Frankie said, glancing over quickly. “Go ahead and put it on.”

You obliged, opening the compartment and bundling up in the oversized jacket, instantly feeling better once the corduroy material covered your arms. You wrapped it around your torso and took a deep breath, hiding your grin in the sherpa collar. It smelled like him.

“Thank you, ‘Fish,” you said softly. He didn’t respond, but you saw his dimple appear out of the corner of your eye.

“All good back there?” You heard Frankie’s voice in your ears. You looked over to him, only catching a glimpse of his hands and the side of his face, partially obscured by his headset and his baseball cap.

“Doing fan-tas-tic, Frank,” Liam whooped. You couldn’t help but wince at how loud his voice was, and how he intentionally pronounced Frankie’s name incorrectly.

“Great,” Frankie sounded unamused.

You huffed, annoyed at your date’s bad manners and looked out the window. Terrible date aside, you had to admit the bay from above was absolutely gorgeous. You looked down at the ocean, so expansive and eternally blue. Your eyes skimmed over to where water met land, at the soft sand on the beach, turning into a thick forest.

“Frankie, it’s beautiful,” you gasped.

You looked over at him briefly, seeing a hint of a smile on his face.

Liam was momentarily forgotten, until his hand snaked its way onto your thigh, giving it a little squeeze. Instinctually, you moved your leg at the unwanted contact. Liam looked over at you, an ugly scowl marring his face.

“Careful with the turns in this thing,” he said, addressing Frankie. “Our girl here ate about 15 pounds of pasta before this.”

You felt a hot wave of embarrassment wash over you, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. They streaked down into your hairline from the force of the wind around you. You had already realized Liam was a bit of a douche, but you hadn’t thought him to be cruel.

“The only thing we have to worry about bringing this thing down is that big head of yours,” Frankie quipped back.

Biting back a laugh, you looked out the window so Liam wouldn’t see your reaction.

You could tell Liam wanted to argue back, but he stayed quiet, since the man he wanted to lash out at was responsible for keeping you all alive at the moment.

The rest of the ride was pretty quiet, other than the persistent chopping of the helicopter blades. The views were beautiful, but you found your eyes wandering back over to Frankie every few minutes. The tanned skin of his hands as he deftly worked at the throttle. Every time he pulled on a control you saw the veins in his forearms strain with the movement. You wondered what else those hands could do.

Before you knew it, the bird touched down and you unbuckled your seatbelt, removing the tight headset from your ears. You had a slight headache and you could tell getting down was going to be a struggle.

Frankie seemed to have no issue, jumping out of his seat with grace and walking over to your side to help you down. Your legs were shaking, so you stumbled as your feet hit the ground, grabbing onto his broad shoulders for dear life.

“I– oof, sorry,” you laughed nervously, rubbing your nose. You had bumped into his chest nearly smashing your face into his sternum. Frankie bit his lip and chuckled in response, squeezing your waist. You felt dizzy with his arms caging you in like this. It gave you an overwhelming desire to wrap yourself around him, to feel him pressed against you.

“It’s okay, I got you.” His voice rumbled in your ear, absolutely sending your senses on a tailspin. His strong, quiet voice was doing something magical to your already weak knees.

You stepped away before you fell over, remembering your date after a moment. He was about ten feet away, arms crossed, his face pinched in an angry expression.

“I don’t think this is working out,” he said as you walked over to him.

“I couldn’t agree more,” you said, giving him a sickly sweet grin. “I’ll find another ride home.”

Liam scoffed and made his way back into the tour center to grab his belongings. You instantly felt a weight lift off your shoulders. Thank God he left.

“So, why did you go out with that asshole, anyways?” Frankie asked, a bewildered expression on his face.

You sighed, feeling embarrassed.

“I honestly don’t know. He wouldn’t leave me alone so I decided to give him a shot.”

“I can’t say I blame him for being persistent, but seriously, fuck that guy.”

You huffed a laugh.

“Seriously, when he made that comment about what you ate for lunch I wanted to throw him right out of the helicopter.”

You bit your lip and sniffed, feeling the embarrassment wash over you at the memory.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that,” your voice was small and you rubbed at your arms nervously.

Frankie had a hard, angry look on his face. It made you feel a little giddy, that he was so angry on your behalf.

“He should have never talked to you that way. He’s lucky you agreed to go out with his sorry ass.”

“You’re right. And God, I can’t believe he took me here, of all places,” you laughed. This really was surreal.

“Feels kind of like fate, huh?” He said, giving you a boyish grin.

“How so?”

“Well,” he stepped towards you, arms sliding up the material of his jacket. “I’ve always wanted to see you in this jacket.” His gaze made its way down your figure. His eyes were dark as he swallowed heavily.

“And I’ve always wanted to go on a date with you, though not while you’re on one with another man.” The smile he gave you was shy, searching, as if he wasn’t sure how you’d react.

“Well, I won’t be making that mistake again,” you replied, stepping closer.

Your tongue came out to wet your lips and Frankie watched with rapture.

“I’d like to kiss you now, if that’s okay.” His mouth was an inch from yours, and his large, calloused hands cradled your face gently.

“Please, Frankie,” you sighed.

His lips were soft, despite the bruising urgency in his actions. Your hands immediately tangled into his hair, knocking the cap off his head. You melted against him and licked his bottom lip, asking for permission. He immediately complied, licking into your mouth. Your tongues found a delicious rhythm, tangling together. You moaned into his mouth, spurring him on further. His hips pressed into yours. You could feel how hard he was, even through his flight suit.

“Fuck, baby” he rasped, pulling away. His chest was heaving, breath ragged from your kiss. “The things I want to do to you.”

You slanted your hips back into his, pressing into his erection. “Then do them.”

Frankie bit his lip and groaned, pressing his forehead to yours.

“You’re absolutely perfect for me, you know that?”

You grinned, leaning forward to capture his lips again.

“I want to do this right, though,” he said. “I’m going to take you out on a better date. Show you how first dates should go. And then I’m going to take you home and show you how much I’ve wanted you for months.”

You felt as if your heart had stopped momentarily.

“That sounds perfect to me,” you said, kissing him again.

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ewritesthangs · 5 years

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The Proposition

Authors Note: I had this idea for a Halstead sibling fic. So here it is. It’s also an Antonio Dawson fic. I hope you enjoy! Also, I wrote this 3 times.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut, oral sex (female receiving), swearing.

Tag List: @halstudandruz @alievans007

2nd person POV

Antonio Dawson x Halstead!Reader

Part 1

The music rang through your apartment as you made your dinner. You were in an oversized sweater, courtesy of your elder brother Will, and his now too small for him joggers. You were not expecting anyone to come over. So when there was a knock on your door interrupting your hella wonderful dance moves, you jumped slightly and groaned loudly so the person on the other side of the door knew you were upset.

“Y/N, let me in! I texted you!” Your partner bellowed.

“I didn’t think you meant it!” You retort, as your door creaked open.

“You said you had booze and were making your famous fettuccine alfredo. I was not going to miss that.” He smirked as he walked in, shrugging his leather jacket off.

You rolled your eyes and closed the door before following Dawson into your kitchen. You strain your pasta and mix it into the sauce you were making. “Want to taste?” You hold the spoon to his lips, for he was standing next to the stove with a beer in hand. He takes a bite and his eyes roll back into his head, moans of taste ecstasy escaping his lips.

“Holy shit. That is so good.”

“It’s my mom's recipe.” You smile, proud you could do her proud with your cooking. “Go sit, I will bring you some.” He sits on the stool at your island, before you hand him a bowl of pasta. You sprinkle a little bit of freshly grated parmesan on top. He waits for you to sit next to him before he devours his first helping.

“God, you have the brains, the hots, and the cooking power. I think I’m in love.” He jokes, before helping himself to another serving. When he sits back down, his hand rests on the back of your stool. “Did your mom teach you how to cook?” He asks, turning slightly to face you.

“She did teach me a little. But I mainly learned from the chefs at the base and my brothers. They taught me what not to do.” Giggles erupt from your chest.

“You know, you really are the whole package. Bad-ass, beautiful, intelligent, know how to cook. It’s a wonder how you are single.”

“Well, my brothers tend to scare off any guy or girl that looks my way. And if they do get past them, they usually end up hurting me. So ya, I have just stayed unattached.”

“When was your last one? With that Brien kid right?”

“His name was Dylan, and yes. That was about 3 months ago?”

“So you haven’t had anyone since?”

“Why are we talking about this?” You gave Antonio a puzzled look.

“Look, I know I am probably too old for you. But I thought that maybe we could, you know. No strings attached?” He motions between you two with his hands, becoming slightly embarrassed for even asking.

You pretended to ponder the thought, with your hand on your chin as if to think about your answer. “Dawson, you are one hell of a man. I have wanted to take you since I was, like, 20.”

“Not so innocent when you were younger like your brothers thought you were.” Antonio chuckles, a smirk following suit. “You grew to be one hell of a woman, Y/N.” He leans in towards you and ducks his head down.

“Is this really happening?” You whisper, blinking your eyes rapidly. Dawson just closes his eyes and presses his lips to yours. The kiss was super soft and sweet, at first. Then he presses a bit more firmly, his hands moving to cup your cheeks. Your hands rest upon his biceps as the kiss sends shivers and tingles through your body. He elicited many sensations from within your body with just a kiss. You wondered what other feelings he could bring out. He moves the hand that lay atop of your chair to your back to bring you closer. The kiss was getting more intense, tongues began to move together. The kiss elicited a moan from your vocal cords. He pulled back a bit to catch his breath. Your teeth brought your bottom lip between them. He groans and stands up. His hands slid down just below your butt cheeks before hoisting you up. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your hands cupping his neck. He kisses you again, tongue automatically going into your mouth. Antonio walks you to your couch. “Shirt. Off.” He mumbled between kisses. You strip the sweater off, exposing your braless chest, a spaghetti strap t-shirt covering what’s underneath. You had a few tattoos on your chest. Tugging at the edge of your shirt, Antonio pulled your shirt off to expose your beautifully perky breasts. He moaned at the sight, immediately attaching his lips to your right nipple. He had sat down at that point. He starts to suckle a bit, nip, flick. All the things that made you go wild, the warmth between your legs growing. Moans escaped your lips, his name rolling off your tongue. He switched sides, you began to grind down onto his growing erection. This caused him to moan out, and detach his lips.

“You are beyond sexy. And wet.” His raspy voice rang through your ears. Your arousal had seeped through your joggers.

“Please. Do. Something.” You begged, out of breath.

“Sit on the edge of the couch, princess. Pants off.” You happily oblige, removing your joggers, placing your butt right at the edge of the couch and leaning back. Antonio begins to strip, only to his boxers, leaving you to still wonder how his member looks. Your mouth watered. He sunk to his knees and spreads your legs wide. “You have no idea how long I have wanted to taste you.” He bites his lip, leaning in and grabbing your lace underwear with his teeth. You lift your butt slightly to help him get them off. He looked so damn sexy. The dampness between your legs grew into more of a dripping sensation. You could feel it slipping down your slit to the couch. He kisses up your legs, calf to thigh, each leg. He wanted to show your body attention, every inch of your body. Your aching with anticipation, your breathing became erratic. Soft kisses are placed upon your slit, before he snakes his arms around your thighs. Sucking your clit into his mouth, he begins the pleasure. Your gasp at the contact and moan loudly, your fingers tangling into his hair. His tongue starts to flicks against your clit, this has always driven you insane. Your hips buck instinctively, causing him to chuckle ever so softly. He moves his attention to your vaginal opening. He tongue fucks you, causing you to moan out loud.

“Antonio. Fuck just like that.” He curls his tongue up, hitting your g-spot. The scream that was emitted from you was unexpected. Nobody has ever been able to do that to you, that caused your head to roll back and your back to arch. “OH FUCK!” You were wriggling beneath him, putty in his hands. One of his hands began to rub your clit in circular motions. The coil inside your body began to tighten up, signaling you were ready to cum. “Fuck fuck fuck i’m gonna cum.” Antonio just hums in response, too busy with pleasing you. The loudest moan you had ever emitted came out as you came, more like squirted. Antonio pulled back, watching as you squirted all over his torso. His boxers were soaked with precum. Your body shook from the amount of pleasure in which you just received. He cleans up your vulva, moaning at the taste.

“Fuck princess. You taste so divine. And you squirted all over me. That was beyond sexy, I could have cum just watching you.” You were panting, trying to catch your breath.

“I have never squirted before. You know how to make a woman scream.” You were slightly dazed, so Antonio took this time to unravel his arms from under your thighs and take his penis out. It stood at attention, the tip red and throbbing. You had sat up and were finally able to see how he was packing. He was very girthy, very nice length. You moaned at the sight. He pumped it a few times.

“Your turn, Mr. Dawson.” Your voice was sexy, sensual, inviting. Antonio shook his head, causing you to become confused. He holds his hand out, pulling you to your feet.

“I want to fuck you. In your bed.” He pulls you into his embrace and kisses you again, his right hand cupping your jaw and cheek. This kiss was pure passion, hints of lust seeping through. You wrap both arms around his neck. He scoops you up, one arm around your waist so you’re just slightly off the ground.

“Second door on the left.” You breathe out. Antonio nods, and walks you both there, you still being off the ground in his muscular embrace. You leave open mouth kisses on his neck, eliciting a small moan when your kiss his sweet spot just behind his earlobe. A smirk dances across your lips. Before you had the chance to delve into his sweet spot, you’re thrown onto the bed. Giggles erupt from your chest, knowing he is being playful. He crawls onto the bed, you still giggling like a little girl.

“You have the most glorious laugh, Y/N.” He expresses, a smile spread across his face from ear to ear. You pecked his lips.

“Flattery will get you fucked, Dawson. Do something with that glorious cock already.” He chuckles darkly, veering his head down towards your chest. He kisses your breasts before his hand slips between your slightly open legs. He rubs your clit, pressure hard but the circling is slow. He wants to get you worked up.

“Uh.” You moan out. “Please Tonio.” He just smirks, his hand leaving you. You whimper before feeling the tip of his cock rubbing up and down your slit. He rubs the head against your clit before he slips himself in, but just the tip. All the while he still had his sly smirk on his face. You give him a scowl. “Anto-” You didn’t get the rest of his name out before he slips himself all the way in, not quite balls deep. Moans escape your mouth, legs instinctively going wider for more of him.

“That got you to stop talking.” He moaned out, unable to hold back anymore. He pulls back, almost all the way out and slams himself into you. You grip the sheets and moan in pure pleasure. He does it one last time before setting his pace. He thrusts at a sensual pace. Not too fast, but not too slow. Just right for your first time together. But his thrusts were hard and deep. You were in ecstasy, the feeling of him filling you finally was just what you have been waiting for. The way he made you feel was intense, impeccable, divine. Your eyes rolled back, back arched off the bed, head tipped back. Hands flying to the pillow in which your head rest upon, fingers gripping the soft fabric of your pillow case. Antonio had a grip on your waist, strong enough to leave some marks. Not bad though. He decided to release them, to lean on his left forearm to thrust even deeper and harder. His pace picked up.

“Look at me princess. I want to see that pretty face as you cum.” His voice was ultra raspy, right hand turning your head to face him. Your eyes flutter open, the color had intensified with lust. He moaned at the sight of you. “Fuck baby girl. I’m gonna cum.” He had been holding out, wanting you to be pleased first and foremost.

You bit your bottom lip. “Cum for me Antonio. Let me feel you inside of me.” You moaned out his name, right leg swinging around his waist. Your heel digs into the lumbar area of his back, encouraging him to continue. The familiar coil inside of you getting stronger and stronger. His thrusts get slightly sloppier. Your hands slide to his cheeks, making eye contact with the man above you. He bites his lip, cumming inside of you with a loud moan of your name. It was warm. This caused you to grow even closer. He continues to thrust, riding out his orgasm and bringing you to yours.

“Cum for me, Y/N.” His hand slithers down your torso to your clit. He begins to rub it furiously. You scream out, your body wriggling under his touch. “Antonio!” You came, hard. All the sensations drove you right over the edge you were teetering on. He watched as your face contorted from the pleasure coursing through your body. He rod out your orgasm as best he could before pulling out and plopping beside you. You guys lay there in silence, the only sounds being your panting.

“That was. Holy shit. Incredible.” You managed to get out.

“Thank you.” He chuckles and turns to look at you.

“So much better than I thought it would be.” You roll over so that you’re laying on top of him.

“Again, thank you. You flatter me.”

“Round two?” You wiggle your eyebrows.

“Hmm, give me some moti- oh. I like the sight of you on top of me like that.” You were straddling his waist. Hands on his chest.

“Let me fuck you now.”

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A new light | chapter two (Elriel)

She wanted to bang her head against the desk until her skull cracked. For some reason her boss was increasingly agitated today which only made Elains’s suffering a hundred times worse. It wasn’t anything to do with clients as far as she was aware, no she had a feeling it was something personal bothering her boss. Usually Elain would ask and try to make it better, but she didn’t think that was possible today.

Lucky for her, it was almost lunch time and she would get a break from the muffled yelling in her boss’s office. Elain also couldn’t wait to see Az and ask about his day, hopefully it was just as bad as hers, or worse. Though he worked with one of his brothers so Elain doubted anything could taint his day.

She looked at the clock again, seeing that only a minute had gone by since she last looked. Nine minutes until she could leave the office for her lunch hour. Elain had never felt so hungry before. Something bounced off the closed office door and she was glad it was nothing breakable. No matter what Elain did to protect her hands she always managed to cut them on broken glass.

“Think she’ll cool down anytime soon?” Vivianne, one of the only co-workers Elain actually liked in this building asked. She had rolled her chair over to the desk Elain sat at everyday. Vivianne’s hair was now pulled up in a loose ponytail, making her soft features more visible. She was a beautiful woman and if Elain was interested in women her co-worker would be one of them.

“Considering she’s been like that for the past two hours I highly doubt it,” Elain said as they both stared at a closed door. The shouting seemed to be growing louder with each word now. Then the lock on the door clicked and their boss emerged.

“Take an early lunch break, all of you,” she said calmly to the office before retreating and flipping her voice to a shout once more.

“Lucky us,” Vivianne said before rolling back over to her desk and grabbing her purse. Elain reached into her bag to text Azriel that she was leaving.

Early lunch break today, you ready?

I’ll head down now.

Elain smiled as she read the text before standing up and collecting her things. Vivianne fell into step next to her, pocketing her own phone.

“Where you headed today?” she asked Elain as they waited for the elevator, having reached out and already pressed the down button.

“Az and I are headed to Rita’s,” she told her friend who was now undoing her white hair from the ponytail holder.

“Anything happening there?” Vivianne asked the same question at least twice a week. Elain had told her about her little crush on her best friend after the two had met. It was at an office Christmas party last year and Elain had brought Azriel as her plus one, Vivianne had been one of the first people to approach them. Turns out they knew each other a little from a mutual friend, and the other woman was quick to point out to them that everyone was fawning over Az.

After a few drinks and some internal brooding Elain confided in her friend that she was a tiny bit in love with her best friend. From that moment forward Vivianne had encouraged her to make a move on Az, even going so far as to tell the story behind her relationship to her husband Kallias. Vivianne had been in a similar situation to Elain but she didn’t like the part where they were separated for years before finally coming back to the other. Elain couldn’t imagine her life without her best friend, didn’t want to.

“Nothing new,” it was the same response she gave Vivianne twice a week. Elain had a feeling her friend was growing tired of the excuse but she never pushed her. No Vivi was letting her do things on her own terms, make her own story.

“Today could be your day,” the same phrase that was part of their dance. She never outright shoved Elain into the path of love with Azriel, but she silently encouraged it with those words.

“Today or tonight, but who knows?” Elain shrugged as they walk into the elevator which had to be the slowest moving one in the world. The doors closed and Vivi pressed the button to the main floor.

“Tonight?” she asked looking over to Elain with furrowed brows.

“Yeah, tonight’s our weekly binge night,” she explained with a smile on her face. Every week she looked forward to these nights where they went to each others apartments, order take out from wherever they were in the mood for and drank wine or in Az’s case beer.

“What are you guys going to watch?” Vivianne asked as she watched the numbers slowly tick down until they reached the main floor. The pair stepped out of the elevator just before a crowd of people boarded it.

“The Last Kingdom, we’ve both been in the mood for action and period dramas lately,” she explained as they pushed through the doors of the main entrance.

“You want a good action filled period drama you should try Outlander,” Vivianne said. “Kallias and I just finished the fourth season last night and have started our countdown to the fifth season in the meantime.”

“I tried it but I could barely make it through the first episode.”

“The first few aren’t too interesting but once you meet Jamie Fraser you’ll find a reason to keep watching,” Vivianne said with a wink. Elain chuckled at her friend’s antics.

“I’ll give it another try sometime then,” she promised.

“You better, if only so I can fawn over Jamie with someone that isn’t male,” Vivianne groaned and Elain found herself laughing again.

“What are you chuckling about?” Azriel said coming up behind Elain and making her jump. She was easily startled but with that deep voice of his she seemed even more likely to be scared. He pressed his hands to her waist to calm her, knowing the contact halted the chill that had been going down her spine.

“Vivianne’s love for a fictional character,” Elain answered smiling up at her best friend. He smiled down at her in return looking much happier now that they were together.

“You’ll be the same way trust me,” Vivianne said pointing her finger at Elain as if to say not to doubt her judgement just yet. “Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to drag my husband out of his office and in the direction of some food.”

“Good luck!” Elain called to her friend. Vivianne waved behind herself having already turned to walk down the street. The pair of friends chuckled as they watched her go.

“Ready?” Azriel asked when they lost sight of Vivianne.

“Starving,” Elain said as her friend took her hand and guided her in the direction of Rita’s.

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Azriel couldn’t stop smiling, not while Elain sat across from him shoveling food into her mouth. For a woman who prided herself on being proper and ladylike, she looked like she had been possessed. He knew she could eat but he loved when she was this hungry, to the point she didn’t give a fuck about what she looked like.

Normally when they came to Rita’s Elain got a salad, but today she decided to treat herself. She had ordered the fettuccine alfredo, a dish that was hidden amongst the burgers and flatbreads Rita’s specialized in. yet Elain found this dish, she told him she liked finding the hidden meals on a menu, it meant they were underrated and delicious.

“Can you even breathe?” Azriel asked leaning forward on the table as he watched her twist another fork full of noodles into her small mouth. Elain nodded as she chewed, not leaving any room to speak words. He chuckled as he leaned sat in his chair having finished his burger and fries earlier.

He was a fast eater, something he had been forced to learn as a kid living in the foster system. If you didn’t eat quickly you didn’t eat at all. In fact the way Elain was eating the pasta dish in front of her now reminded him of those times. He used to look down on those memories but he had learned to appreciate them as they shaped him into the person he was now, and led him to Elain. The best thing that had happened to him.

“Are you going to finish your water?” she asked motioning to the full glass Az had barely touched since the waitress came by the refill it. He had lost his focus when she looked Elain with disgust, then to him like she pitied him for having lunch with a sloppy eater. It didn’t sit right in his stomach so he hadn’t touched the glass. Now he freely handed it over to his best friend who sucked down half the glass.

“You’re going to explode,” Azriel said watching her pick back up her fork and shovel more noodles onto it. “You’re so small I’m not even sure where half of that plate had ended up.” He was teasing her and he knew she had figured that out by the way she rolled her eyes.

“It’s going down to my stomach and through my intestines, didn’t you take anatomy in college?” Elain teased before taking a big bite with the last piece of chicken that had been apart of the dish. It was true he had taken anatomy, mostly so he could flirt with this girl he found attractive at the time, it didn’t go anywhere though.

“I just like testing your knowledge,” Az shrugged. Elain swallowed before looking into his hazel eyes and speaking.

“Trust me,” she said, leaning forward. “I know my body.” she smirked at him and he felt his dick twitch beneath his zipper. He crossed his legs at the ankles, shifted his upper body to where his arms crossed over his chest and sent Elain a subtle glare. She chuckled before taking one last big bite and then announcing she was done.

There was hardly anything left on the plate besides sauce and some stray noodles. She leaned back smiling at him, which he easily returned. Finding the waitress Azriel signaled for the check and waited for her to bring it over.

“You never did tell me why you took an early lunch today,” Azriel said breaking the small silence that had washed over them. Elain turned away from the window where she had been contently watching people go by to face him.

“My boss has been screaming into her phone since 10 this morning,” Elain groaned, throwing her head back in annoyance. She had been hoping to avoid this conversation but she wasn’t surprised he remembered to bring it up. Sometimes Az really was too curious for his own good.

“You don’t know why though?” Azriel questioned even though he already knew the answer. Elain said it about him but she was the same way, too curious for her own good.

“Of course not, my best guess is that it’s personal,” Elain said as she moved the straw around lazily in her glass, or Azriel’s glass technically.

“You and Vivianne both trying to play detective,” he teased sending her a smirk. She rolled her eyes at him when she looked up. Azriel chuckled shaking his head.

“It makes work either stressful because we’re all trying to please her and not make things worse,” Elain started, her gaze back on the window. “Or it makes it very boring because she tries to solve the issue herself and forgets to ask for my help, which makes things worse. Neither of those things are happening so therefore it’s personal.”

“She could still fuck up the situation,” Az pointed just as the waitress set down the two checks they requested.

“I have no doubt she will I just wish I would get a front row seat like always,” Elain said reaching to grab Azriel’s bill why he grabbed hers. They always paid for each other’s meal after the first time they had gone out together. Feyre, Elain’s younger sister, had invited her friends and family to dinner for her birthday a few years back. When the waitress brought the bills they had grabbed for the opposite ones and didn’t realize until they got the change. There was a laugh shared between the two growing friends and from that day forward they decided that’s how things would be.

“Sounds like you got a good enough seat to me,” Az said as he slipped his card into its place.

“True, but I have no idea what’s happening.”

“You poor thing.”

“Shut up, you would be the same way if you were in this situation.”

“No I wouldn’t, because my boss is my brother.” She groaned at that, hating when he was literal in her hypothetical situations.

“One of these days just go along with my scenarios.”

“Where would the fun be in that?” The waitress brought back their cards, they signed the receipt and then were on their way. “I got her number,” Elain teased holding up the back of her copy, and sure enough there was a ten digit number printed on the back. Another thing they had discovered was that the waitresses or waiters would sometimes give away their numbers, unknowingly to the wrong person.

“Don’t want it,” he never did, not that Elain was complaining. Yet she still wanted her best friend to be happy and have the family he always told her about.

“She could be ‘the one’,” she teased as they headed down the sidewalk and back to work.

“Doubt it,” Az shrugged as he put his hands in the pockets of his dress pants.

“Why?”

“I already know who ‘the one’ is.”

“You neglected to tell me.”

“That’s because you already know.” Azriel stopped right in front of the law firm. Elain hadn’t even realized they had made it back already. She didn’t care at the moment either as she stared up at her best friend in disbelief.

“I highly doubt that,” Elain said shaking her head. “Unless your childhood crush on Mor developed into something else,” she hoped it hadn’t.

“Don’t worry it’s not her.”

“Someone I know though?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t tell me you’re in love with one of my sisters.” Elain really prayed it wasn’t that option, that would crush her heart more than his.

“Of course not,” he said, giving her a look like she was crazy, something he did more often than people would believe.

“Vivianne?”

“I think Kallias would kill me.”

“Then I’m out of guesses.”

“You’re closer than you think.” Azriel turned on his heel and walked away. Elain watched him as he entered the building, disappearing in a crowd of lawyers. She turned to cross the street, her mind clouded with those final words from him. She didn’t even realize she had made it back to her desk until she heard the muffled shouting. With a groan Elain finally banged her head against the wood.

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fandima-moved-read-pinned · 4 years

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Would it be awesome to see you do all 100 asks? Yes. Will you do them? We shall see.

Wanna bet

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? - More cereal than milk!

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?- No, actually. I hate the cold ^^' And if there's cold air on my cheeks then it's on my nose and that's no good

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? - Usually a post it note! Not very random, but it's normally what I have on hand.

4: how do you take your coffee/tea? - Depends on my mood! Sometimes I'll take my coffee black, other times ill add a fricc ton of creamer, whipped cream, and sugar. Also sometimes I mix coffee with hot chocolate and it's amazing.

5: are you self-conscious of your smile? - Very.

6: do you keep plants? - Always. I still have the carnations from Valentines Day (which surprisingly haven't died yet)

7: do you name your plants? - Nope.

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? - just a mechanical pencil or a graphite pencil. They usually end up being sketches. But if I like how it looks I'll go over them in pen.

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? - Yes and no? I'd do it more often but I don't want anyone to hear me. Especially my mom.

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? - Side, always facing the wall.

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends? - The only one I can think of off the top of my head is *slap slap slap* *jumps out window*. No I will not explain.

12: what’s your favorite planet? - Pluto! Or Make Make. Make Make used to be my favorite because me and my brother would pronounce it wrong on purpose. But Pluto is ver pretty.

13: what’s something that made you smile today? - seeing my brother's reaction to his birthday present from me! I made a little felt monkey with bushy eyebrows (I needle felted it)

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? - Probably very messy. But also it would constantly smell like food!

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! - Mars is shrinking. It is Smol.

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish? - Fettuccine Alfredo with Shrimp! It's what I usually ordered at Olive Garden until I found out that it was expensive and was probably stressing out my parents.

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? - Don't laugh okay but pink! I want to dye the bottom half of my hair bright freaking pink. Like hot pink.

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. - That time I slapped a guy twice for picking me up. That guy was my best friend. He picked me up from behind and I sorta whipped around and slapped him. The first time he didn't put me down, he just laughed. So I slapped him again. He got the hint.

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?- I don't. I tried a while back, but I figured it would be easier just to talk to people about my issues instead of writing them down.

20: what’s your favorite eye color? - Green. Or dark brown.

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. - Not sure what this means, sorry. I've got this pencil pouch that has a tree print on it that I've used for a few years now even though it has a hole it it. Does that count?

22: are you a morning person? - No. I wake up at 5:30 am on weekdays and usually don't get out of bed until I have ten minutes to get ready and leave.

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? - Stay in my room and draw! Although I don't have lazy days. Every time my mom comes upstairs I immediately start cleaning because if I don't she'll yell at me for being lazy.

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? - Yes. Take a look at who sent this ask. Also my other two online friends! One of them I spam with worms on a string and the other I just know I can trust and I don't know why.

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? - the only place I've broken into is my own house. I had to climb the backyard fence to go through the back door because me and my brother forgot our keys.

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit? - My plain black tennis shoes. I need to get new ones because these ones are old and barely fit but every time I mention it, it's like I never said a word.

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor? - Candy Cane!

28: sunrise or sunset? - Sunset! I get to see the sun setting behind the Rocky Mountains and it's really pretty.

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? - exist

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? - Yes. I'd rather not talk about it.

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. - socks can burn in hell for all I care. I hate socks. I only wear them if I have to (like while wearing shoes)

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. - I remember being at a sleepover a few days before I moved (this was in South Korea) and I woke up at 3:34 am (yes I remember the time don't ask why) because one of my friends was playing Megalovania on the keyboard. Then she turned around and asked who the hell took her pretzels. They were under her pillow.

33: what’s your fave pastry? - c w a s o a n t (with jelly inside!)

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? - I still have this stuffed animal now (I have all of my stuffed animals. I haven't brought myself to get rid of them). It's a little pink blanket with a bunny head named Squeek. Not Squeak. I didn't know how to spell that.

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? - No. I don't have any.

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now? - https://youtu.be/7TqLXIBG-6g not a band but still

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? - Messy! It may sound strange, but I can't find anything when it's clean. It also feels empty unless I've got stuff all over the floor.

38: tell us about your pet peeves! - When I tell remind someone of the rules and they say "okay" and continue breaking them. Like we aren't supposed to put pans in the dishwasher because it ruins the pans. Yet my brother always puts them in there. I remind him and take it out, and he says "okay" and puts it back. I also hate it when I ask someone to stop doing something (usually when it's making me nervous or upset) and they ask "WhY?" in a really annoying tone and keep doing it. I ALSO hate it when I'm in charge and yet no one listens to me.

I also don't like it when no one says thank you. It makes it seem like they don't appreciate me.

39: what color do you wear the most? - Grey. I want to wear colorful clothes but the last time we went clothes shopping and I asked for pastel colors, I walked out of the store with grey, light grey, brown, and dark blue clothes.

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you? - I have a locket that I made for my seventh birthday. It has little charms in it (a rose, my first initial, a heart key, and a birthday cake) and it's gold. I love it and I don't know why.

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving? - There's a book series that I don't remember the name of but it's about a girl who is forcibly turned into a siren by three other sirens. She has to eat human hearts to live. It's kinda gorey, kinda romantic, lots of action. I love it.

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! - Unfortunately no, I usually get coffee at a gas station ^^'

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? - My dog Freyja! Whenever I take out trash, she comes with, and when the sky is clear I like to point out the starts with her before we go back inside. She's very sweet. But I can't stargaze for more than a minute.

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? - Last year I went on a trip to Florida to stay with my grandparents for a week. I remember waking up one morning with a beautiful view of the ocean and the sound of waves crashing onto the shore. My grandparents have an apartment of sorts that faces the Atlantic and you can literally go down the stairs and go swim in the ocean if you want to, it's like a two minute walk, not even. I love the ocean and the sound of waves and seagulls is always calming to me. But my house is very loud and there's no peace here.

45: do you trust your instincts a lot? - Yes. When I have a bad feeling about something, I address it. It's not always true, but I don't want to risk anything.

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. - Sorry, I don't know many puns. I guess I'm just not a pun-ny person.

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? - fucking macaroni with bread crumsb that shit is nasty af

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? - Storms, especially tornados. Now my biggest fear is death. Whether I'm the one dying or its someone I care about.

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? - Not really, I don't have money to buy anything ^^' Even when I do have money, I spend it on art stuff. That reminds me that I need to fix my radio.

50: what’s an odd thing you collect? - Fabric. I have so much and I don't even use it. But when I see a nice fabric, I get it (if I have money).

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? - 'Old Timer Rock and Roll' (probably not the name of it) always reminds me of my dad. One day we were driving in his Jeep, just us two, and I mentioned that I wasn't a fan of the music on the radio. We ended up compromising and that song was the first one on the radio station that we switched to.

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? - I am unfortunately not up to date with the memes. Although the ones where it's like "you've mc-ed your last Donald" or "you've ratted your last tatouille" always make me exhale aggressively.

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? - None of the above! I've been wanting to watch Heather's though. I just never get around to doing it.

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? - My brother. Not the same one from before.

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point? - nothing, sorry. I'm not very dramatic.

56: what are some things you find endearing in people? - when they pour their heart out about a certain subject that they love. I know a lot of people tend to bottle up their opinions but when someone trusts me aniugh to tell me all about it, it's just sorta nice.

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? - I just sorta spaced out for the first have then did a little dance for the rest of it. I love the line "I see a little silhouetto of a man" and it's more upbeat and the music just makes me dance a little

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? - bold of you to assume I have a group of friends

59: what’s your favorite myth? - There's this one I heard as a kid that involves a faceless girl on the side of a highway who tries to steal faces.

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? - I can't think of any off the top of my head, but poetry is nice!

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received? - I don't really remember. I try to only give gifts that are meaningful.

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? - nope! I usually drink milk!

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? - I usually leave my music to its own devices, but all the books are organized by series and genre.

64: what color is the sky where you are right now? - Blue! Just any other afternoon sky.

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with? - My older brother. We don't get to talk much.

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? - Colorful, with a few white flowers!

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? - Those are usually the days that I don't feel anything.

68: what’s winter like where you live? - The weather is all over the place. A little snow, then the next day, it's like 60°F. Not even joking. It snowed Friday and Saturday was warm.

69: what are your favorite board games? - Monopoly and Battleship!

70: have you ever used a ouija board? - No, but I really want to. But my dad won't let me.

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea? - I don't really drink tea, sorry!

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it? - Nope. I'll forget it anyway. I usually set alarms for certain things but then I don't do it.

73: what are some of your worst habits? - Biting the inside of my cheek and scratching/pinching my arm when I'm nervous.

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. - kind, a good listener, talented, and understanding

75: tell us about your pets! - We have four dogs. There's Emrys (the dog I've posted pictures of before), Cirilla (a husky German Shepard mix, very sweet), Cayde-6 (a Rottweiler mix I think, super energetic, loud, and steals food off the counter even when someone is watching), and Freyja (a German Shepard mix, puppy, also very sweet! She knows the phrase 'give hugs' and she always comes with me to take out the trash for whatever reason). I also have a Guinea Pig (who I want to get a friend for because she's lonely, but my parents keep saying no) names Neo.

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t? - Working on my Someconsious series, cleaning, and probably checking in with some friends.

77: pink or yellow lemonade? - Pink

78: are you in the minion hateclub or Fan club? - Hate club. I don't like them. They're just annoying and bright and their language is stupid to me.

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? - One of my exes surprised me with a cars and roses out of nowhere. It wasn't Valentines Day, it wasn't my birthday, he just went out of his way to do something nice for me when I was having a rough week.

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? - They're a sort of off white. I want to paint them light lavender or pale blue but my parents have only painted the living room and refuse to paint anywhere else for whatever reason. I know we can afford paint, I know we have time. They just stopped caring.

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. - Not sure what it means by abstract, but I'll try. Her eyes are similar to the bottom of a small river. The brown in the middle with green rings on the edges remind me of a river I used to go fishing in back in Oklahoma.

82: are/were you good in school? - I'm okay. I have all A's and B's, but I have easy subjects that aren't very hard.

83: what’s some of your favorite album art? - I don't really listen to albums, my music taste is mostly individual songs. Even then I don't really pay attention to the art.

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? - I want to get a quote of sort on my ankle. Something in another language so I can tell them it means something mysterious and deep when in reality it's the description of a toaster oven that hasn't been cleaned since 1995.

85: do you read comics? what are your faves? - I read a few webcomics if that counts! I like Castle Swimmer a lot! Gay fish bapeys are best fish bapeys.

86: do you like concept albums? which ones? - I don't know what those are, sorry

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? - The Princess Bride and the Last Unicorn. But I'm biased because they're both a part of my childhood.

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? - not in particular!

89: are you close to your parents? - I'm only close with my dad. My stepmom can go fuck herself. She just told us that's she'll be making a schedule for the next two weeks because there won't be school. One of the weeks was spring break anyway! We aren't missing much!

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. - I like Palm Beach in Florida! It's fairly quiet, right next to the ocean, and filled with retired people who are all really nice.

91: where do you plan on traveling this year? - Nowhere, we don't travel much. I really want to go to Florida again though.

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? - I don't add cheese at all! It sort of ruins the texture for me. Especially the grated sprinkle cheese stuff l. I hate now it feels.

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most? - I just keep my hair down. I don't like it in any other way.

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? - My brother. His birthday is today!

95: what are your plans for this weekend? - cry a lot cry some more lose feelings for a few hours draw watch YouTube art videos then try not to yell at my mom like I did last week

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? - I just get it over with so I can do whatever needs to be done. Or I schedule it for when I'm not going to be using it.

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? - INFP-T/Mediator, Scorpio, and Hufflepuff

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?- A few weeks ago. And no, I did not enjoy it considering I was supposed to be working on an important project that day.

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. - Where We Started, If You're Going Through Hell, and We Like to Numb (a mix of We Like to Party and Numb)

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? - Future. In five years I plan on being in college and I want to see what I should be prepared for and if my interests have changed.

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Out of the Blue and Into the Black Chapter 3

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Chapter 3: The Reunion

““No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart.”

“Hi, um, I’m supposed to meet, uh, Steve Harrington here?” Jonathan asked the hostess quietly. He was wary of being overheard, though he wasn’t sure who (or what, his brain supplied) on earth would be listening.

“Oh yeah, they’re waiting for you in the back.” The young woman grinned at him, making a move to lead him back there. He quickly held out his hands, waving her off.

“I can find them, thanks,” he assured her. She gave him an odd look, but returned to her post politely. Jonathan nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets as he made his way to the back.

It was fitting that Steve picked this place. Before they’d moved to Pennsylvania his senior year, this had been one of the few restaurants the Byers had ate at on the weekends. It was simple affordable Italian food, but it was nice. Jonathan remembered getting late night meals here from time to time with Steve and Nancy. In a way, this was just like one of those days.

He made his way down the hall to the separate room, which was usually only reserved for parties or PTA meetings. It seemed to grow colder as he moved closer, and he was practically freezing by the time he reached the doorway, and his eyes landed on them at last.

For a fleeting moment, it was like no time had passed. Nancy was rolling her eyes, and he caught a glimpse of the smile she was suppressing being her hand as Steve shook his head at her, his hair as noticeable as it was all those years ago. And then Nancy looked up at met his eyes, and Steve glanced over as well.

There was a pause, the three of them still in the back room of the restaurant, none of them breathing quite properly. And then Steve was leaning back in his chair, his old teenage-jock grin sliding into place.

“Well damn, you’re really going for that whole lumberjack look, huh Byers?”

Jonathan opened his mouth to respond immediately, not even quite sure of what he’d say until he said it.

“Fuck you and that disaster you call hair, Steve.”

There was a stunned silence and then--

Nancy broke into loud, reckless laughter at the entire situation. Steve’s chair fell back to the floor hard as he leaned forward in laughter, and Jonathan could barely contain his own mirth, eyes watering with happy tears. Nancy jumped out of her chair and made her way to Jonathan, standing on her tiptoes to hug him. He grinned when her thin arms wrapped around his shoulders, and he slipped his own around her waist, squeezing her tightly.

When they pulled apart, Steve was right there, holding out a hand. Jonathan took it happily, laughing when Steve used it to yank him into an embrace.

He couldn't believe how much he'd missed them until that second. He couldn't believe how much he'd forgotten.

“Nice specs,” Jonathan teased as he took a seat after they broke apart, grinning at Steve and his thin-wire glasses.

Steve grinned at him. “Hey, I’m getting old. We all are.”

Jonathan snorted. The way he spoke implied he was sixty-three rather than thirty-three. Nancy laughed as well.

“I know you didn’t just call me old, Steve. I’m not the one sporting grey hairs.” Nancy taunted back, waving a finger towards her old boyfriend. Steve reared back immediately, frowning wildly.

“It’s the light!” He protested, making Jonathan and Nancy both crack up. He threw a small packet of oyster crackers at Jonathan, and they grinned at each other for a long moment.

It was odd, though. In a way, Steve had aged differently than either of them. Nancy looked confident, self-assured, and even Jonathan felt more in his element than he ever had before. But Steve… when he looked towards the table, his hair casting shadows on his face… he looked tired. Hawkins had a way of doing that to people.

Jonathan coughed, tearing his eyes away from the man and looked instead at Nancy. She was stunning, just like she’d always been. Her hair was short, falling to her shoulders, like it had been right before she’d left Hawkins for good. He suddenly felt like a teenager again, shooting awed glances towards Nancy Wheeler when he thought she wasn’t looking. But man, who could even blame him?

“So,” Steve started. He was still grinning widely, staring at the two of them like he couldn’t believe they were real. “Byers, Wheelers… someone’s gotta fill me in.”

***

“Can’t believe Mikey’s married. He’s still a kid,” Steve said with a shake of his head, and Jonathan couldn’t help but agree. Nancy shrugged, still grinning as she thought about her baby brother.

“He’s twenty-eight,” Nancy pointed out. “That’s not that young.”

Steve shrugged and took a sip of his beer. “Well I only know him as a twelve-year-old, so it’s just… strange.”

Jonathan snorted, taking another bite of his pasta.

“What about you Steve? Married?” Jonathan asked, looking over. Steve made a face.

“Nah, divorced.” He held up his left hand, no ring in sight, although there was the slightest tan line on his fourth finger. Nancy and Jonathan both made matching faces of sympathy. “Don’t worry about it.”

“What happened?” Nancy asked, her voice betraying her curiosity.

Steve shrugged, taking a long sip of his beer. “I was, uh, writing this book?”

Jonathan nodded immediately in understanding, though Nancy frowned in confusion. Jonathan explained quickly. “About Hawkins. The weird parts.”

Steve nodded, huffing a laugh. “Yeah, well… my boss didn’t think publishing a quote-unquote fictional book and trying to pass it off as fact reflected well on me as a journalist, so I lost my job at the paper. Lucy, my wife, didn’t like that very much, so that was the end of that.”

“Shit,” Jonathan muttered, shaking his head.

“Yeah, it sucked,” Steve agreed. “Could be worse though.”

He took another bite of food, like that was the end of that. Steve always had a way of simplifying things, even when Jonathan felt like they shouldn’t be.

“Nance?” Steve asked through his mouthful of fettuccine alfredo. “Is there a Mr. Nancy Wheeler yet?”

Nancy looked up at him, blinking in surprise. Jonathan frowned, wondering why she was so shocked when they’d been talking about marriage this whole time. She was quiet for a long moment until Steve began to frown as well.

“No, um. No,” she answered, spinning her fork around some pasta. Her voice was quieter and lighter, like she was forcing it to be casual. “Not yet.”

Steve and Jonathan both frowned at her for a moment longer before Steve shrugged. “Well, it’s not you’d ever settle anyway,” he said with a grin. Nancy gave a strained smile back before quickly taking a bite of her pasta.

There was a slight pause as they turned back to their meals.

“I went by the quarry this morning,” Nancy spoke up suddenly, and both of the men looked at her.

“Did you see anything?” Jonathan asked, figuring it needed to be said. He didn’t mention how much of a risk that was, how all of this could have gone wrong before it even started. He figured it didn’t need saying.

“No, it was quiet,” Nancy said with a shake of her head. She looked back and forth between them like she was mulling something over. “It just… it seemed smaller. Like it’d shriveled up in our absence.”

“The quarry?” Jonathan inquired, confused.

“The forest,” she correctly quietly as she moved her fork around at her nearly empty plate.

“It is,” Steve said, speaking up for the first time in a while. They both looked at him and he frowned. “They bulldozed a fair bit a few years ago, brought the roads out further. They’ve been trying to develop the rest of it for years. It won’t take long until it’s gone.”

Nancy hummed in understanding, and Jonathan frowned. He supposed it didn’t really matter-- it wasn’t like he had any good memories associated with that forest. (Jonathan! Jonathan, I’m right here!) He shuddered.

“It’s just weird, I guess.” Nancy continued. “How much can change in the blink of an eye.”

“It wasn’t a blink of an eye though,” Jonathan pointed out, his voice low as he looked at her. “It was sixteen years.”

They all paused to think about that. There was something fitting about that. He’d been sixteen in 1983, and now here he was at thirty-two. He’d spent exactly half of his life trying to forget what had happened all those years ago.

“I read your book last night, you know,” Jonathan said eventually, feeling the pause had lasted long enough. He directed this at Steve, who raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Yeah? What’d you think?” Steve asked, taking a sip of his beer.

“It was good,” Jonathan admitted. It wasn’t a lie. He’d flown through the whole thing in one night. But at the same time, he wondered if that was due to Steve’s writing, or the fact that every story and suspicion on the page was something that Jonathan could visualize all too well, even without the help of vivid imagery. “Is it all true?”

Steve shrugged, using the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the condensation from his beer as he replied slowly. “I’d like to think so. I mean, it’s true for me. But when half of your sources have been written off as crazy…”

He faded off, letting the rest of the sentence finish itself. Jonathan just nodded, expecting as much. Hawkins had a tendency to write off anyone who crossed it as crazy. Jonathan had to wonder sometimes how much of the disasters of this town were caused by its citizens, or the town itself.

“People have to notice though, right?” Nancy asked, tapping her fingers on the table. “I mean, the mysterious accidents, the torn up trees without a storm to cause them, the lab that nobody seems to be able to explain… The disappearances alone are enough to cause suspicion. And everyone just turns a blind eye?”

“Unspoken rules,” Steve concluded. “Living in Hawkins in basically signing a contract to keep quiet. It always has been. It’s made my job hell the past few years, but it is what it is.”

Jonathan nodded in understanding, taking a sip of his beer. The room had gone quieter. Each one of them was unnervingly in tune with the others’ breaths and movements. It felt several degrees colder, and Jonathan wrapped his arms around himself subconsciously. They’d avoided the conversation this far, filling the silences with talk of jobs and family and lives, but it had lingering there the whole time, and they couldn’t avoid it any longer.

“I guess it’s time to explain, then,” Steve said with a sigh, setting his drink down. Nancy and Jonathan didn’t protest, simply nodding and allowing him to continue. Steve took a deep breath, and then he spoke.

***

Twenty minutes later, the room was quiet again. Jonathan glanced at Nancy, who had grown pale over the course of Steve’s explanation. Her eyes were closed, like she was trying to keep the bad things out. Jonathan wondered when darkness had become preferable to reality.

Probably the same time they stopped being kids.

“So how do we find it?” Jonathan asked, looking at Steve. Steve blinked, and Jonathan knew why-- he’d never been the one who was expected to have the answers before. Luckily he was saved before having to stumble through an explanation of some sort.

“I don’t think we have to,” Nancy spoke up, and both of their eyes flew to her. Her lips were pressed together in a thin line as she stared back at him. She’d always been their leader, always slightly scared to make a move without her standing behind them, or in front of them, and Jonathan relaxed slightly upon seeing her slip back into that role. “I think it’ll find us.”

Steve nodded his agreement, and that was good enough for Jonathan. They drifted off again, and the fear was apparent in the room.

Despite his fear, Jonathan felt a strange sense of relaxation, a looseness behind the anxiety lingering in his chest. He knew without a doubt it was because of the two people sitting beside him. He couldn’t stop looking at them, unable to believe they were all here.

Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington. He hadn’t thought about them in probably fifteen years, and yet he felt like he’d missed them every single day. That anxiety-- the type you get when you feel like you’ve lost something that’s going to cause you trouble later-- had faded away, replaced by a deep sense of relief.

“Hey,” Steve spoke up after a pause. Jonathan glanced at him, surprised to see a small secretive smile playing on his lips. He held up his beer, glancing back and forth between them. “To the Monster Hunting Trio of 1983.”

Nancy grinned despite her obvious exhaustion, and Jonathan let out a short laugh at that, letting his head drop for a moment. He hadn’t heard that stupid name since Steve had created it sentimentally the day before the Wheelers moved away from Hawkins. (We need a name-- we’ve got names-- no we need one name, you know, to make it mean something.)

Dutifully, Jonathan picked up his own drink, and the sound of glass clinking rang out in the quiet room.

“To us,” he agreed. They both looked to Nancy, who was smiling slightly, but there was a steely determination in her eyes that both assured Jonathan and terrified him at the same time.

“To us.”

***

After that they found their way back to happier subjects, discussing Holly’s past graduation, Will’s new boyfriend, the Harrington’s new beach house in the Hamptons. It seemed silly to discuss such things when these threats lingered behind them, but being together made it easier. It always did.

“Everyone enjoy their meals? How’s that dessert going?” Their server, a young woman named Jessica, asked as she came to begin to collect the dishes. They all nodded, throwing out compliments and thanks before she left.

Ring! The phone on the wall rang suddenly, and they all jumped before relaxing.

“Jesus, that nearly gave me a heart attack,” Steve joked, and Jonathan couldn’t help but agree. He relaxed as Steve went back to talking about his nephew, but he couldn’t help but feel slightly back on edge.

The phone continued to ring in the background as the continued conversing, laughing as they shared a bowl of ice cream they’d ordered to split. After a moment Jessica came back in, grabbing a few more dishes and Nancy frowned at her.

“Is someone gonna get that?” Nancy spoke up, and the men quieted, looking at the waitress.

Jessica frowned, looking around at the table. She pointed to the ice cream. “Sorry, did you want me to take that?”

“No, I meant the phone,” Nancy corrected. Jessica frowned longer, eyes darting to the phone on the wall, which was still ringing away happily, even after several minutes. That was odd.

Jonathan frowned at her silence. After a moment, Jessica smiled unsurely, readjusting the dishes in her arm before exiting the room without a word.

“That… that phone is definitely ringing right?” Nancy asked unsurely, beginning to look fearful. Jonathan gulped and nodded, and they all looked over at it, barely breathing.

“It’s for us,” Steve mumbled, and Jonathan could hear the underlying tremor in his voice.

“No way in hell I’m picking that up,” Nancy shot back, and Jonathan nodded quickly.

The phone just kept ringing.

Suddenly the light overhead flicked off, making Jonathan jump so hard he nearly tumbled out of his chair. Steve reached out to catch him by the shoulder, and Nancy inhaled sharply, a whimper spilling out of her throat. Before they could catch their breaths, the phone flew off the hook violently, and Nancy yelped. The phone fell towards the floor and hung there, dangling at the end of the cord.

There was a moment of baited silence and then--

“Nancy! Nancy! Where are you?”

Nancy let out a breathy cry as the voice of her best friend rang out. Her best friend that had been dead for the past sixteen years.

Jonathan felt the blood rush from his face, and if it wasn’t for Steve’s tight grip on his shoulder, he felt like he would’ve passed out.

“Oh my god--” Nancy whimpered, and Jonathan looked at her quickly.

“Nancy, it’s not her.”

“I know,” Nancy moaned, unable to take her eyes off the phone. “I know.”

“Nancy,” Barb’s voice sobbed on the other line, and there was a loud growling sound that made them all flinch. Then Barb began to scream, terrible, desperate noises full of pain and agony. Nancy was crying openly, tears streaming down her face, and even Jonathan felt himself tear up at the noises.

And then it stopped.

“Jonathan?” A voice whimpered out, and Jonathan choked. “Jonathan, are you there?”

“Will,” he whispered hoarsely. Faintly he felt Nancy reach out and grabbed a hold of his hand, but all could focus on was the sound of Will.

“Jonathan please, don’t leave me here, it’s dark, it’s so dark!” Will sobbed.

It wasn’t his Will. He knew that. He’d talked to his brother three days ago. Will Byers was alive and well, twenty eight years old and living in Pittsburgh. Jonathan knew this, and yet…

There was something so unnerving about that voice, that twelve-year-old kid shouting for help.

“You’re supposed to be my brother, you’re supposed to help me, why won’t you help me?” Will screamed, and Jonathan squeezed his hands around seat of his chair to ground him. He wanted to shout back, but he knew it wouldn’t help. “You’re letting me DIE! And you’re going to die too! You’re going to die too!”

Jonathan was seconds away from running from the room when it quieted again. Nancy and Jonathan’s eyes both shot to Steve, who was staring in horror at the telephone line. Jonathan didn’t know what came next. He couldn’t predict it. And then…

“How could you, Steve?”

Jonathan’s eyes flew to Nancy, but she hadn’t spoken. She was still staring with wide eyes at the phone, and oh, now he understood.

“How could you do this to us?” Nancy’s voice rang out again, but it was bitter and angry, and everything Nancy could be at her worst. “We were better off before you.”

Steve was shaking his head slowly. Jonathan was about to reach other, grab his hand like Nancy had grabbed his when another voice spoke up.

“You’re going to get us killed, Steve.” Jonathan stared at the phone. The voice speaking was unmistakably his, but he couldn’t remember a time he’d sounded that furious. “Everything that happens here is your fault.”

Steve had gone deathly pale, and Jonathan didn’t blame him.

“You shouldn’t have called us, you should have never called us,” Jonathan’s voice spoke up again, getting louder and louder with each word. Nancy’s voice joined in over the phone, and they called out in sick, synchronized harmony. “You’re going to get us killed, you’re going to kill us, you should have just left us ALONE--”

Everything stopped at once, and it took Jonathan a moment to realize why. He blinked and looked around, seeing Steve and Nancy both staring at him with horrified expressions. He looked down at himself and realized with a start that he’d run to the phone and thrown it back on the hook without even realizing what he’d done.

The lights flickered back on, and they all looked around, taking deep breaths.

“Holy shit,” Nancy muttered. “Holy shit.”

Jonathan raked a hand over his face. He tried not to think of what his voice had said over the phone. He tried not to think of how maybe, maybe, part of him agreed with it. He felt sick.

Unsteadily, he made his way back to the table, collapsing in the chair. Steve hadn’t said a word or moved an inch since the call ended. Nancy was trembling violently, tears still racing down her face, but Jonathan figured they had less to do with misery and more to do with shock.

“I guess you were right about it finding us, huh Nance?” Jonathan whispered hoarsely, his eyes flickering back to the phone, which now sat patient, silent, and still.

Steve let out a shaky breath, pulling off his glasses and rubbing his eyes tiredly. “I’ve suddenly lost my appetite,” he explained, pushing the ice cream bowl away from him. Nancy and Jonathan stared at it in distaste.

“So. That’s what we’re dealing with,” Nancy surmised, her voice only slightly calmer. Both of the men glanced at her, and she stared back.

“You know… it was right about some things,” Nancy started slowly. Steve flinched violently, and Nancy’s hands flew out to grab his. “Not that. It wasn’t right about that. But the truth is, there’s no guarantee we’re going to make it. It...it could kill us.”

The shaky words hung in the air like smoke, making it impossible to breathe easily.

“Or we kill it,” Jonathan pointed out quietly, and they both nodded absently. Even the idea of killing it, once and for all, seemed scary. After this, what came next? What followed after this thing was dead?

Steve sighed, removing his hands from Nancy’s as he sat up straighter. He slipped his glasses back on and looked at both of them. There was fear covering his face, but with that fear came a sort of bravery that Steve had always been able to pull off. After all, he was the one who stayed. For sixteen years, Steve had always stayed.

“So the question is… do we forget it, or do we finish it? One way or…” Steve’s voice broke, and he took a second. “Or the other.”

Nobody moved. Jonathan didn’t dare to. Back when he was sixteen, this whole thing had seemed so simple. Fight the monster, win the battle. He hadn’t even realized it had been a choice. Maybe it hadn’t been.

Maybe it should have been just as simple this time around, but Jonathan was startlingly aware that all he had to do was leave, hop back on a plane to New York, and come sixteen years later, he would forget about it all again.

“I want to finish what we started.” Nancy said suddenly and they both looked to her. Jonathan knew the words before she spoke them. He remembered them from all those years ago, and he knew immediately that there was no way any of them were walking away from this. “I want to kill it.”

Notes: And that’s the end of that, folks! Please please please reblog this if you enjoyed it, and leave notes in the tags. I promise I read every single one. OR if you’re feeling particularly generous, run over to AO3 (link at the top) and leave a comment there. I can’t emphasize enough how much that means to me <3

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dadfriendextrordinaire · 7 years

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they made their way back to their room.

they quietly pad to a door that’s next to their closet, and upon Posy opening it, lo and behold, there was a mini kitchen.

they had it for days like these when they didn’t particularly want to interact with anyone else. their quiet mood from before they visited the kids had come back, the possibility of another war looming over their heads.

Negative silently went through the motions of making... whatever, he wasn’t really focused enough to tell. It was just another mindless task.

Posy watched him.

“What even brought on all that, yesterday?”

“You mean, after you went to bed?” he sighed. “I was feeling nostalgic. I got out my knife, apparently some anons saw me.”

he giggled tiredly. “I see.”

“Yeah.”

they were quiet until the food was done, and Neg plated some.

“Thanks, brother.” he took the plate, and... laughed.

“Negative. This is fettuccine alfredo with parmesean.”

“...”

he swore.

“So it is. So it is.”

“...You’re such a sap.”

they ate in silence, and if Neg’s cheeks were a tad redder, who was there to know but Positive?

#interaction

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Boredom

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?- Provably more milk than cereal because I always have leftover milk

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?- No but i like the warm air from a heater on my cheeks on a wintery day.

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?- I use old clothing tags

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?- I don't. I dont like either.

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?- Absolutely

6: do you keep plants?- If i did they'd probably die

7: do you name your plants? No considering I dont have any

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? Crying

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? On occasion

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? Always side or stomach

11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends? All black cats are baby henry

12: what's your favorite planet? Earth is pretty cool. Ive never been anywhere else

13: what's something that made you smile today? Cereal

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? It'd be in downtown denver with big windows and stainless steal appliences and decorated with a neutral color scheme

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! -99% of our solar system mass is the sun

16: what's your favorite pasta dish?- I love me some fettuccine Alfredo and also some spagoot

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? Probably light blue next but who knows because this red will be hard to get out.

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.- I was good at stealing eyeliner for a while

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?- no but i have a sketchbook

20: what's your favorite eye color?- green and i have green eyes so that's cool

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.- Favorite bag? My aunt and uncle got me this super cool leather purse with a skull thing on it that's super cool that I use a lot.

22: are you a morning person? Depends. If its a morning i have to get up then no but on my days off I'm up way too early.

23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?- YouTube and CrosS Stitch

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?I trust my boyfriend and best friends.

25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into? - Ive never broken into anywhere?

26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit?I just got some new boots that I wear with everything.

27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor?- spearmint

28: sunrise or sunset? Sunset

29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? Jada is such a mom and its cute as heck. And asha is an actual mom who is funny and expressive and amazing.

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? Oh yeah dude a few times. When my aunt and uncle fist fought in front of me and my cousin in a hotel and when my brother was home alone and thought someone was trying to break in. Or when my mom was out on a first date and had to be home before midnight becausw we were leaving early in the morning and she wasnt answering her phone and was still gone at 5 am and I thought she was murdered.

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. Socks dont matter to me as long as theyre comfy and I only wear them when I'm wearing shoes

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. - nothing crazy I'm never awake.

33: what's your fave pastry? Love me some cinnamon rolls.

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? -His name was trusty and he was a stuffed horse I had. One day I got a new stuffed caterpillar that i started to favor and once I realized that I beat it up and told it id never love it as much as Trusty

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? -I love me a nice fine tip pen for drawing and i love gel pens for writing or coloring.

36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now? -Bon Iver

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?- messy in a clothes sort of way but not a trash and food and stuff kind of way.

38: tell us about your pet peeves! - The sound of chewing makes me want to die and having to pick up after people makes me upset.

39: what color do you wear the most?- black

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you?- I have a necklace i got in elementary school that my grandpa made for me. He carved I himself and beaded the string. Ill never get rid of it.

41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving?- I need to read more.

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!- nope i don't like coffee

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?- My boyfriend.

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?- About a year ago when everything felt normal and sane.

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?- I think so

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.- no.

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?- too many foods. Mushrooms, cottage cheese, lettuce, green beans, gravy, mayo, etc

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?- Losing people i love, and yes.

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? I think the last CD I bought was my irontom CD

50: what's an odd thing you collect?- I dont collect anything lol.

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zillowcondo · 6 years

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This & That: December 1, 2017

Beauty

—Rodin olio lusso Lavender Face Oil

Earlier this year I shared eight of my favorite beauty products. And one of these items was Rodin’s olio lusso facial oil, the original scent, jasmine/neroli. Having just finished my current bottle, I decided to try the lavender scent as I am a lover of the calming, tranquil fragrance. Available at the same price, I have now officially converted to the lavender side regarding this oil, at least for now. As I was applying it, I thought to myself that the lavender would be perfect for the evening ritual and the jasmine/neroli for the morning as it is quite refreshing. Offering the same moisture and hydration and leaving a dewy finish, the scents of both are the quite lovely.

Cookbook

—Smitten Kitchen Every Day: Triumphant and Unfussy New Favorites by Deb Perelman

In October, food blogger Deb Perelman released her second cookbook. Smitten Kitchen Every Day is full of over 100 recipes for real people in their every day lives. Nearly entirely new recipes tested by Perelman, she also includes a few favorites from the blog, Smitten Kitchen. Here are just a few to tempt your tastebuds: Bake Sale Winning-est Gooey Oat Bars,Beefsteak Skirt Steak Salad, Mango Apple Ceviche with Sunflower Seeds and Three Cheese Pasta Bake.

Decor

—Fortnum & Mason Long-Handled Tea Strainer

During my last evening in England (which happens to be a week ago today), prior to heading to the theater to watch Martin Freeman in Labour of Love in the Noël Coward Theatre, I went to a notable destination on Piccadilly, Fortnum & Mason. From their gourmet grocery, infinite teas and numerous restaurants, I strolled through the tea selection and up the stairs to The Gallery for dinner. Of course, I treated myself to dessert as well. Below you can have a look at my order: the Valrhona Chocolate, Salted Caramel & Sesame (a delectable mousse) with a teapot of Queen Anne tea. And as you can see at the top center of the image, the classic long-handled tea strainer. A lovely addition to any tea service, whether at home or out and about.

Francophile Find

—Appetite for Life: The Biography of Julia Child by Noel Riley Fitch

Having thought I had read all of the biographies and memoirs focused on Julia Child, I was delighted to discover there was one I had not known and had yet to enjoy. Released more than five years ago, Noel Riley Fitch’s biography Appetite for Life begins with Julia’s childhood and runs through the successful publication of her first cookbook. The cookbook: Mastering the Art of French Cooking.

—Immovable Feast: A Paris Christmas by John Baxter

Last year a TSLL reader brought this book to my attention, and I have ever since, had it on my list to share once the holidays came around again. Playing off the title of Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast, Baxter is an LA-based film critic who falls in love with a French woman and moves to Paris to marry her. However, not without be charged with cooking the Christmas feast, her family is expecting him to deliver and so he makes a sincere attempt. A memoir filled with humor, love, Paris, food and more, I am looking quite forward to diving into this book this holiday season.

Holiday

—Quilted Christmas Stocking

Having stockings is a must when the holidays arrive, and these quilted stockings (which can be personalized), are a classic touch to the holiday season. Available in a variety of different colors and prints, take a look and see if a style speaks to you.

Shopping

—Fownes Brothers ‘Basic Tech’ Cashmere Lined Leather Gloves (black)

As I shared in episode #184 of the podcast recently, making sure you have warm, yet versatile (i.e. stylish) gloves during the chilly months is a must, as well as being the easiest wardrobe item to try on to determine the proper size. And since J.Crew’s leather exterior and cashmere lined gloves have already sold out, I was excited to see a similar pair at Nordstrom. Simple, classic and very comfortable. These gloves run small, so order one size larger.

Television

—Inside Dior

Marking the 70th anniversary of the French fashion house, this past February, Inside Dior was originally released in England in this two part series. With six months of access behind the scenes, go inside the mansions, behind the curtain runway preparation and much more. Have a look at the trailer below.

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~recipe for Chocolate Almond Torte~

The first weekend of December. Yes, December is upon us. I will be cranking up the holiday tunes, searching for the ideal simply luxurious Charlie Brown Christmas tree and enjoying some favorite holiday traditions (sipping on hot chocolate, writing holiday cards and indulging in one or two holiday films while losing all track of time). We don’t have snow on the ground in Bend yet, but it will come. And until then, it’s chilly enough to need to bundle up in warmth of scarves, hats and boots which is always fun to do.

Wishing you a lovely holiday weekend and below enjoy a few articles I’ve found this past week and quite enjoyed myself. Until Monday (be sure to stop by to start your week, as there will be a giveaway!), bonne journée!

~a time tested classic comfort food recipe, Fettuccine Alfredo

~#7 is an absolute must for me . . . 23 Things Only People Who Enjoy Spending Time Alone Will Understand

~a worthwhile read about the truth of self-care, sometimes it involves being tough on ourselves

~with all of the sexual harassment news, this article is worth reading regarding our response to the news – How Should We Respond to Sexual Harassment

~a holiday bucket list of 16 Things to Enjoy This Season (again, it is #7 that has me curious to try)

~a Beginners Guide to French Cheeses . . . good prep for your upcoming holiday soiree

~Harry and Meghan’s announcement and how it may be a beautiful shift forward for the monarchy

~lastly, and worth checking out, How to Be Happy

This & That: December 1, 2017 published first on http://ift.tt/2pewpEF

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