#I need a cigarette a milkshake and a hug

[sugoi-writes]

Woooulllld anyone like a sneak peek of my risqué Human!Alastor piece?

I don't want to spoil too much, but like... GAH, I'm getting scared that it's not good! I almost want to PM it someone just to seeeee ;;-;; Because I'm a coward

(If there is a big enough outcry though, I'll make it public. My nerves are just SHOT due to personal-life issues)

Bodugdoidhoih <3 B y e love y'all heheoihdhdid

[beforeimdeceased]

…ELECTRIC LADY 📺💋🚬

pairing: 70s!ellie x reader

synopsis: the devil’s back in town and there’s no angel to save you.

author’s note: the lack of these ellie fics was baffling. LIKE THE MULLET IS RIGHT THERE! ib the lovely @ellabsweet

part one. > part two.

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“why’s she keep showing up?”

“well if you give a dog a bone.”

“oh fuck off i ain’t give her nothing but a good time. she’s the one asking me to leave with her to a different state.”

“road trip? maybe that’ll do you good.”

“you need to get fucked every which way and loose. you’re too uptight, doll.”

was why your feet were currently dangling outside the window of the ever charming girl’s 72 grey oldsmobile, cross hanging just above the dashboard. you bop your body a bit before reaching down to grab a tape she’d left on the passenger seat floor.

“aww man, jimi hendrix.” she nods, tapping her finger on the steering wheel. she’s leant back in the drivers seat, eyes cross with the road. cigarette tucked behind her right ear.

“you know, i don’t know you that well anymore. the city’s changed you.” you open her glove box to find a bottle of brown liquor and a light. “and yet you still agreed to come with me.”

“against my will.” you roll your eyes. it’d been three hours into the trip and you were feigning boredom. all the flavor had gone from your gum, and you weren’t in the mood for a book.

ellie was a country city country girl, cause it all happened in that exact order. a couple years ago she moved to where the buildings were brighter and the possibilities were endless. you’d actually been talking about her the day she came back.

“that’s ellie.” you point to the picture of the smiling girl pinned to the diner wall. “she’s a big star now, too good for us.” you explained to eilaine. she’d just moved into town and you two quickly bonded over music, makeup, and dancing. throw a little gossip in the mix while you’re at it.

you nearly chuck up your milkshake when the chime rings and the aforementioned movie star walks in. hands in her pockets and a smile on her face. she’d cut her hair into a mullet and was dressed like something you’d only seen in a magazine.

“speak of the devil.” you get up to give her a hug.

“and he shall appear.” she hugs back. “hi darling, i’ve missed you.”

a bit of light conversation over some drinks, nuts, and a game of pool that you lost had led you to be huddled up in the hot car with her. how the hell did she convince you to join her in that big city of hers? well it wasn’t all her, your roommates were dying to get you out of there.

“it’s only for a month? let her take you for longer!” dina says mid makeup. she hadn’t even evened out her eyeliner before she started sending you off. and abby was no help. “i can’t protest. i think it’d be good for you, we’ll have that sweet new girl cover your shifts.”

“did you guys plan this behind my back or something?” your eyes follow abby’s body swiftly moving to the closet to pull out a suitcase. “if we did you’d be gone already, now start packing.”

[pfhwrittes]

retail hell au again because why not. so imagine with me that 141 fellas find you after a miserable customer has made you cry.

warnings: reader!character is experiencing the aftermath of a panic attack/distressing emotions when she’s approached by the boys, nothing explicitly stated but she’s feeling a bit vulnerable.

fem!reader and the use of gendered pet names (hen, love) and use of the word cunt as an insult to describe a customer.

also apologies, i’m english and my grasp on scottish slang/scots has mostly been informed by the wonderful show Still Game which is distinctly glaswegian in flavour and various scottish twitter posts.

so you’re hiding out in the smoking area (lmao smoking area, okay let’s be honest it’s where a bucket filled with sand has been dumped near an ex-display bench about idk 20 feet from the customer entrance) because you just need 5 fucking minutes to compose yourself…

gaz is actually coming back from his lunch break and spots you hunched up on the bench in a way that looks truly uncomfortable. he carefully sits next to you and offers a soft smile when you look over at him. “bad customer?” he’s gentle when he asks and doesn’t make a fuss when you make a truly gross sniffling noise and wipe at your eyes. “want a hug?” you shake your head no and hunch in tighter on yourself. “want a milkshake?” you shrug and he passes over a strawberry milkshake. surprisingly he doesn’t say anything and let’s you drink in peace. you like gaz, he’s always friendly and warm when you interact briefly on the shop floor. he always seems to know what to say or do to get the best out of you and everyone else around him. eventually you check your phone and see it’s been 10 minutes since you left the customer service desk with tears in your eyes and lump burning your throat. embarrassment and residual anxiety washes through you when you recall how you’d all but fled to the safety of the smoker’s bench despite not smoking yourself. gaz catches your shudder when you check the time and knocks his shoulder into yours gently. “don’t worry, i’ll let price know you need a few more minutes, alright?” gaz gets up and heads inside the building, you know he’ll speak to price so you unfurl a little bit and chew on the straw of your milkshake.

soap and simon find you next. soap’s chattering away about the most recent delivery as they both approach your bench. simon stops dead a respectable three feet away but soap throws himself onto the bench bumping his knee into yours “what’s the matter wi’ you then, hen? you’ve a face like a smacked arse”. you shift away from soap, usually you don’t mind his directness but it’s just rubbing you the wrong way right now. you’re still feeling raw and a bit sick from finishing gaz’s milkshake and lingering anxiety. “fucks sake johnny, leave ‘er alone.” simon grumbles and fishes a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket. “how? am just askin’ what’s the matter!” soap’s hands swat the air near your face and you shuffle further along the bench to avoid being hit in the nose in his agitation. “johnny.” simon snaps and soap huffs and folds his arms across his chest. it’s quiet amongst the three of you while simon taps out a cigarette and pats down his pockets looking for a lighter. soap shoots a wink at you and starts playing with a lighter that apparently has just appeared from thin air. “give me my lighter back johnny.” “gies a cigarette an’ i’ll trade it.” “no.” “c’mon simon! wan little cigarette.” “fuck off.” “awright then you miserable bastard.” you shake your head at their bickering and hold out your hand. soap pouts but drops it into your open palm. you lob the lighter in a poor underhand throw to simon who plucks it out of the air easily and nods in appreciation. “aw c’mon hen, that’s no’ playin’ fair!” soap whines and knocks his knee into yours “i thought i was your favourite.” “favourite pain in the arse.” is simon’s dry response around the lit cigarette and you crack a wobbly smile. “there she is! didn’t i tell you si?” soap’s grin is blinding “i knew we could cheer her up!” your wobbly smile starts to resemble more of its usual cheer when you catch simon’s eye roll directed at soap. you open your mouth maybe to defend soap or maybe to provoke him, you haven’t quite decided, when a pointed throat clearing catches your trio’s attention. your smile drops off your face and the anxiety that had started to quiet down in the face of johnny’s cheerfulness rises again in your belly because price is aiming a stern look towards the three of you from only six feet away.

price gently sits next to you on the bench when you’re certain simon and johnny are back inside. johnny squawking about the injustice of having his break cut short and simon calling him an idiot in response as they both disappear through the doors. you open your mouth to apologise for skiving off and offer any reason or explanation that will help your case but your teeth click shut when price holds out a palm to forestall your inevitable word vomit. “i don’t want to hear it, love.” price’s tone isn’t unkind, he’s just shooting straight with you, it’s something you quite admire about him really. “that customer was a cunt quite frankly and i’m proud of you for handling her the way you did.” the praise creates a small glow in your chest and burns away the last of your dread. “but, a word of advice, as the duty manager for today?” price offers a small encouraging smile so you nod. “you’re not paid enough to put up with that shit, so don’t.” you grimace and blow out a breath, you want to argue, maybe even defend yourself and explain that it’s fine really that’s just how retail is. price chuckles “no love, listen. you aren’t paid enough, but i am. so next time it happens, send ‘em my way alright?” price offers another smile when you nod in agreement before pushing himself off the bench. “now, c’mon. i’ve got stock that needs counting down the plumbing aisle and you can give me a hand. no more talking to muppets on the customer service desk today.” you follow price back into the store feeling much better than you did twenty five minutes ago.

the rest of your shift passes by easily enough and you make a mental note to buy gaz a milkshake as a thank you when he shoots you a friendly smile as you pass him on your way out the store on your lunch.

[cloudy-em]

The Deal - Lip Gallagher x Fem!Reader

To be honest, I don’t know why it started. I made a deal with Y/N that if she pretended to be my girlfriend so I could avoid Andrea, then I’d do whatever she wanted for a day. It was stupid. I didn’t even like Andrea. We had sex at a party one time and suddenly she was following me everywhere. Of all the people I could’ve asked to fake date me, I don’t know why I asked Y/N. Some neo-freudians can claim that it was my subconscious trying to manifest my hidden urges into real life, or a neuroscientist can claim that I’m not a genius and that I’m actually stupid. I’d definitely agree with both perspectives. 

At first I was shocked that Y/N even agreed. We’re close friends, sure, but it was definitely a higher-stakes ask. When she said yes, I felt a bubbling excitement, but I wrote it off as excitement that I could finally get Andrea to leave me the fuck alone. 

It started slow. We’d hold hands at school, skip class to smoke together. Nothing out of the ordinary for us. Usually, I’d hold her hand in the busy hallways to ensure she wouldn’t get pushed around, and we always shared our cigarette and weed stashes with each other. That was phase one. 

Phase two consisted of being seen alone together in public. I’d saved up some money from doing other kids’ homework, so I’d start taking Y/N out on dates. Not under the L or to the Alibi where we could get free beer, but actual dates where people would see us. Little diners nearby, nothing to expensive. We’d go after school most Fridays and get fries or milkshakes to share. Pretty soon, rumors were spreading that Lip Gallagher was no longer available for a quick fuck because he was dating Y/N L/N. 

Phase three was the phase I figured would keep Andrea away for sure. Y/N and I would leave classes and pretend to fuck in janitor’s closets and bathrooms, locking ourselves in and fake moaning, trying not to laugh at each other over how stupid it all seemed. She’d started sleeping over in my room as a “just in case”, and it worked out for both of us. If Andrea was ever walking by the house, she’d see us walking in or out together or in the windows. It worked for her because she got to avoid her home life. We’d share cigarettes curled up in the top bunk together, laughing over how we’d gotten $50 each from one kid’s tutoring session. Andrea didn’t stand down. 

Phase four was the last and final phase that Carl, Ian, and I had planned to keep Andrea away. Y/N and I would go to a party, drink a lot, get a little handsy, and head back home together. Andrea was a party girl for sure, and there’s no way she’d miss one, which made it easy for Y/N and I to execute the finale of the operation. Ryan Bodero was hosting a big party, and Y/N and I thought it would be a good one to finalize our mission. We arrived fashionably late (we smoked a joint together to help us get through the evening) and the party was in full swing. Drunk students everywhere, clouds of smoke, loud music, and enough alcohol to be a full-service bar. I squeezed Y/N’s hand, guiding her through the crowd. She let go of my hand to hold onto my bicep as she stood on her tip-toes to whisper in my ear. 

“Andrea’s over there, by the bar, you wanna get a drink?” she pulled away and smirked. I nodded at her before rejoining are hands and heading over to the “bar”. We stood right next to Andrea. Perfect. 

“Alright, baby, what do you want? I’ll make it for you,” I was playing the role of good boyfriend probably louder than I needed to, but whatever it took. Y/N giggled, twirling her hair and pretending to think. “Hmm, what about a vodka cranberry?” she requested. Of course, after being friends for years, I knew that’s what she wanted. I nodded and kissed her forehead before moving over down the counter to mix her drink. I’d never kissed her forehead before. The only PDA we exhibited were hugs and handholding, but it felt natural to place a kiss there, like I was keeping her safe while I was away. After everything she’s been through, it’s what she deserves. I’m supposed to be her loving boyfriend, afterall. 

I finish her drink and bring it over to her, a beer in my other hand for me. She takes her drink and takes a sip, knowing before she even tasted it I made it how she likes it. She smiled at me, wrapping one arm around my neck in a brief hug and pulling away. It was too soon. “Thanks, honey! I’m gonna go talk to Laila real quick and then I’ll be back!” I watched her walk away, smiling even after she left and leaned up against the counter, looking around the room. When I turned to my right, Andrea was suddenly there. 

“So, you and Y/N, huh?” she asked. Thank god, she’s finally accepting that I don’t like her, and she’ll move on. “Yeah,” I sighed. “Best thing that ever happened to me!” I laughed. “Ha, well, I don’t think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to her,” Andrea says. I’m confused, and she can see it on my face, so she grabs my chin and turns my face to where she’s looking. Y/N and Ryan Bodero are talking, a bit too close for comfort, and his hands are on her hips. Only, she doesn’t seem to want them there. I feel my blood boil, ripping my face from Andrea’s grip. 

“Hey, asshole!” I say, walking towards Ryan. “That’s my girl, didn’t you know?” Ryan rolls his eyes and laughs, “No, but I don’t think she cares.” He pulls her closer for emphasis, but she tries to pull away, an uncomfortable look on her face. “Let me go,” she says to him before looking at me, practically begging me to do something. 

“Alright look, Ryan, I get that you have no respect for women, but let me teach you something. When a lady says no, you respect her,” I tell him, smashing my beer bottle on the side of his head. He lets her go and stumbles backwards, but comes back for me. We throw a few punches back and forth. My knuckles are hot, but I barely notice the pain. He can’t treat Y/N like that. I won’t allow it. He gets me in the eye, and I’m sent backwards. I go to lurch forward again, but Y/N touches my bicep. 

“Lip, you’re hurt, let’s go please,” she says. I nod at her, seeing her concern, but I turn to Ryan. “This isn’t over.” Ryan turns back to his friends as Y/N and I walk away. I hear her mutter, “yes, it is over.”

It’s a short walk back to my place, Y/N still clung to my arm, quiet but worried. When we walk inside, she tells me to go sit in the kitchen. I do. She grabs ice and some towels to clean up the blood and put ice on my eye to keep the swelling down. I’m sitting in the chair, and she’s standing in front of me, one of the few times she’s ever taller than me. I can’t help but stare up at her, but she doesn’t meet my gaze, too focused on cleaning the blood from my lip and nose. 

“Lip,” she starts. “You can’t just start fights like that. Someone could call the cops or maybe he’ll press charges! You can’t afford to go to jail.” 

“I know, baby,” the nickname rolling off my tongue like second nature and I barely notice her shoulders tense. “But he wasn’t respecting you, and he needed to be taught a lesson.” 

“No, he didn’t-” she starts to argue. “Dammit, you’re my girlfriend and I love you! Let me look out for you, please!” I’m slightly exasperated, not even realizing my confession. She’s shocked, lips parted like she wants to say something but can’t. I sigh, slouching in the chair, defeated. 

“Look, I know that wasn’t the deal. You didn’t sign up for a real relationship. But we’ve been friends for years and I’ve had a crush on you but I kept trying to get over it because I didn’t wanna fuck things up and here I am fucking things up but the more we fake dated, the more it felt real and I know in reality you’re single and you can do what you want but seeing my girlfriend being harassed by some asshole just made me so mad and I just lost it. I’m sorry.” I don’t usually talk about my feelings. I don’t even remember the last time I talked about my feelings. But I needed her to know that it wasn’t a spur of the moment thing, that I wasn’t just lonely. That I really cared for her. I closed my eyes, preparing for the worst. 

I feel her run her fingers through my hair, her rings gently tugging on the strands. 

“You’re right, baby,” she says softly. I look up at her, and we make eye contact for the first time since we walked through the door. “You’re my boyfriend. I should let you look out for me, just like you should let me look out for you. We’re in this together, right?” I nod, at a loss for words, still processing. I wrap my arms around her, my head hitting just below her breasts as I hold her tightly, her fingers still moving through my hair. 

“What do you say we forget this whole deal and we just date like we’re supposed to?” 

We both liked that idea.

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[closetcasefabray]

didn’t wanna hijack that post about being afraid of getting wisdom teeth out bc laughing gas & the possibility of outting yourself, so i just made this overtired rambling post. tell me if i’ve shared this before...

but this post just knocked something loose & i remembered when i was figuring out how to come out to some friends at university. i expected ppl to be relatively okay, but i had never told anyone explicitly, & i did have some mild concerns re: friends (i wasn’t ready to come out to my family at the time & i had gotten my wisdom teeth out having only repeatedly annoyed my mother by coming in & out of sleep & each time demanding a chocolate milkshake).

so 20 yr old me made a plan: if you drink, you’ll have the recklessness & confidence to come out. also if you’re drunk & it doesn’t go over well you can just say, “haha! i was joking! i’m just super drunk rn.”

so i got hammered almost every night for a week & never came out. i just anxiously drank & ended up with some of my worst hangovers yet (i would give anything to have back my 20 yr old hangovers.)

the next week, i had a new (but really the same) plan: if you smoke a lot of weed, you’ll be mellowed out & everyone will be chill. also if you’re high & it doesn’t go over well you can just say, “haha! i was joking! i’m just super high rn.”

so i got ridiculously stoned every night for the next week & never came out. i got couch-lock & had a dumb smile the entire time my internal monologue aggressively debated itself about coming out.

then a bit later, the last month of the school year, i was so sleep deprived & stressed out, i just needed to tell someone in my life.

so i was chainsmoking cigarettes outside my dorm & my friend joined & we’re just quiet but internally i’m screaming at myself “JUST FUCKING SAY IT!” so in the middle of an extended silence i blurt out, “i have to tell you something! i’ve been trying to tell you for like two weeks now. so i just have to say it now” & he like laughed a little & said, “you’re a lesbian!” & i felt my lip tremble & he just said “oh shit. ok. that’s fine.” & hugged me. (also i identified as bi then, so i had clarified.)

then later when i told him my failed plans he was like “oh me & N had been wondering what was going on & if we should be concerned.” bc to them i literally was on a two week bender for no apparent reason.

so, kids, you don’t gotta drink & do drugs to come out. but if you do out yourself on laughing gas & it doesn’t go over well, try “haha! i was joking! i was just super high!” or not.

come out on your own terms. do whatever you need to do to exist & feel safe. if you’re really nervous about getting your wisdom teeth out, try to arrange it so a friend can take you—who you’re out to or who would most likely not tell other ppl & will handle it best. come up with a reason you have to go when your parents are working. if you are out to a sibling, see if they can either take you to the appointment or just be there to kind of mediate/deescalate.

also your mouth is full of blood & gauze so they tell you not to talk much & it’s p damn difficult to talk when you can’t feel half your face. in my head it was just easiest to not talk & just sleep. i was so out of it that i essentially had the mindset of “until there’s a milkshake in front of me, i’m sleeping.” i would bet you that (what you think at the time are) your immediate needs take over & if anything you’re distracted by your immediate surroundings.

[floatsonabigballoon28]

1) the night i held hands and kissed m whole texting j the whole time

Why was it that every time i was really feeling myself on alcohol, when i Kay my head on the grass marvelling at the stars and my swaying consultants, this boy was a few minutes away from puking his guts out. It made my trips to the loo just that much more worrisome. The loo incidentally was where i was texting my bestie/ex frantic updates and he was giving me advice to communicate - more mature than either of us had been in our own relationship

2) the night of the horror movie and our first like real kiss

It had been hours. I had given up all pretence of watching the movie. He had one arm firmly around my shoulder holding me close to him and his other hand with fingers interlaced through mine. He had kissed my hand and wrist and forearm and cheek and i was screaming for it my nipples hard for his touch, my pussy wet. I knew he felt bad about breaking up with his girlfriend, but like what was the point of that if he wasn't going to kiss my mouth or squeeze my ass???

Finally, finally i had had enough and i threw down his hand wiggling away from the other fully ready to leave in a huff. I had had enough. He was right behind me somehow. Laptop abandoned, he pushed me against the wall and lowered his mouth to mine. I could barely feel him on my lips as my knees weakened and my stomach fluttered like crazy. Maybe i couldn't handle this after all.

Mam i can only remember nights with this guy

3) the night of last pot

The last joint. With no leads to score anything that was non toxic. What were they going to do every night if not get high? What had they done when they got high except walk around and talk. Something needed to give. Fries. Milkshake. Sex. Something .

4) the last night on campus

You were leaving

I was leaving too, of course but i would be back. You were leaving leaving. We were drinking and sloppy making out and all i wanted to do was fall to the floor sobbing. I had this horrible feeling in my chest i was never going to see you again despite your plans and assurances. In the middle of all this, a few hours before i left, she texted you and it hurt to see your face light up and your eager eyes.. yes I'd love to meet. Yes please come to campus. Kanika, i can't come to the station with you. And i was trying to be still your supportive friend. They no drama girl so i took it all in stride. Our third wheel spent some time with us testing to make me laugh.

Outside the gate, i started crying. You hugged me. I didn't respond and blocked your number as soon as I got into the auto.

5) the possibility probability argument

6) the trip to McDonald's after i cried and cried

7) finding a joint

8) chess and cigarettes

9) kathak and your breath on mine

10) reading stories on the steps

11)

[jusvibbbin]

One Locker Down

Kenickie Murdoch x Reader

//Grease popped up in my playlist yesterday and my childhood crush reignited itself

Senior year was going okay. Your grades were stellar, your standing in debate club was unchallenged and your personal best was improving every time you swam. But you were missing one pivotal thing to be considered the ‘complete senior.’ A relationship. You became embarrassed simply at the thought. You were cute and nice, just a bit awkward. Your social skills couldn’t hold a candle to those of Patty Simcox or the Pink Ladies. You usually preferred to keep to yourself but as senior year drew closer, you longed for more than what you had. On the first day of school you considered your options as you walked.

Are there even any options? Can you think of one person outside of your activities that even knows your name?

You were a bit discouraged walking into school as you found your way towards your locker. With your mind lost in thought, you had no time to react before bumping into none other than Kenickie Murdoch. He turned towards you directly, mouth open to begin sending a barrage of insults your way before he saw you. His mouth hung open a moment and then shut quickly. You stood there like a deer in the headlights, still waiting for the attack that was never to come. Kenickie bent down and picked up your books as you brought yourself out of your state of shock.

“I am so sorry!” You said bending down to help him, only to bonk heads with him instead. Kenickie rubbed his head and pulled off his sunglasses.

“Jesus, babe! Are you trying to send me to the hospital?”

You felt yourself blushing at what he called you and you quickly shook your head ‘no.’ Kenickie handed you your books and you went around to the locker right next to his. 

“What’s your name?” Kenickie asked suddenly. 

You stuttered out your name and he grinned at you.

“I like it,” he said smoothly. He looked like he had more to say until someone down the hall shouted for him. He gave you a wink and strolled down the hallway. You felt your heart beat wildly in your chest until you realized what had happened.

Ohhhh no. Not him. Not Kenickie. He’s a playboy, a greaser, not to mention he’s trouble incarnate. 

But it was too late. You had it bad.

--

You didn’t see Kenickie until a week later. You were at your locker packing up for the day and when you closed the door, he was leaning against his locker. You stifled a scream and put a hand to your chest. Kenickie smirked at you.

“What’s the matter? Did I scare you?” he asked, pushing himself off the wall to face you.

“Just surprised me is all,” you tried to answer confidently, but it came out very unsure. Kenickie backed you into your locker and put his left hand next to your head, blocking you in on one side. You bit your bottom lip and stared up at him.

“How is it that I never noticed you before?” Kenickie eyed you up and down. “You’re hot stuff.” You thought you might die right then and there.

Kenickie thinks I’m hot? Is he feeling alright?

“Thank you,” you said shyly, keenly aware of how close he was to you and only wanting him to get closer. 

Suddenly Kenickie moved away from the lockers and started walking away, calling back to you, ��See you around gorgeous!”

You resisted the urge to dance your soul right out of your body and you headed the opposite way.

--

Kenickie’s POV:

“Kenickie who is that?” Sonny gestured to (Y/N) standing at their locker.

“Yeah, we’ve seen you talkin’ to em a whole bunch lately,” Putzie added.

Kenickie rolled his eyes and looked at the other T-Birds. 

“What are you knuckleheads doing spying on me, huh?” He started to comb his hair, slick with grease, back.

“We just wanted to know what the plan was, boss,” Doody piped up. Kenickie looked at him confused.

“Plan?”

“With the nerd! We were thinking you could leave em a note inviting them on a date, tell em to wear something real flashy, and then they show up and you ain’t there!” Doody exclaimed. At this, the T-Birds erupted into laughter, hooting and howling like animals. Kenickie shut them up with a quick smack to the back of their heads.

“Enough clownin’,” he said, putting an unlit cigarette in his mouth.

“Come on Nickie, it’ll be funny!” Sonny begged.

Kenickie thought about it for a moment or two before saying, “Gimme some paper.”

--

Your POV:

You stood at your locker, feeling flustered. You had found a note from Kenickie. You read it over again just to be sure. It said:

“Dollface, you’re lookin’ extra good today. I was thinking maybe you and me could meet up tonight. Wear something to show off your assets. See you at Frosty Palace, seven o’clock. -KM”

You didn’t know what to think. Sure Kenickie had been nice to you lately, but the T-Birds were known for pulling stunts to hurt people’s feelings. You thought about what you wanted to do the rest of the school day, through swim practice and on your walk home from school. 

Kenickie is probably just doing it to be mean. But he did say all those nice things to me… Then again it might’ve been a trick to ensure I’d come. But why go through all the effort just to stand me up? To make me look silly? 

You walked into your house, waving to your mother as you went upstairs. You laid on your bed and yelled frustrated, into your pillow. You stayed there for a few moments before you heard your door creak open. You sat up as you mother walked in and sat on your bed.

“What’s going on?” Your mother asked, running her hand through your hair.

“I like this boy, and he asked me out tonight but I don’t know if he’s just going to ditch me,” you sighed. Your mother looked thoughtfully for a moment as you waited patiently for her sage wisdom.

“I think you should go. What does it matter if he stands you up? Go because you want to. If he’s there, great and if not, you can find someone else to spend time with. You are a beautiful, smart and kind person. You can get anyone you want so show that boy that you don’t need him, but you’re willing to give him a chance.” 

You smiled and nodded at your mother and she helped you pick out a cute, but fairly modest, outfit for tonight. Then she helped you do your hair and by the time you were done, you looked great.

Kenickie, I hope you’re gonna be there. Cause I am gonna knock your socks off.

--

At six fifty your mother dropped you off just down the street from the Frosty Palace. You thanked her for everything and started walking. You hoped against hope that this wasn’t a trick. Your mother’s words had touched you, but you knew what you wanted, and you wanted him.

As you approached Frosty’s you scanned the parking lot, but saw no sign of him and your heart dropped into your stomach. You crossed the street and looked inside, but you still didn’t see him. You rounded the corner, intent on sitting on the bench so no one could see your tears, and there he was. Kenickie freaking Murdoch. He was leaning against the building, smoking a cigarette and as you walked up, he looked over at you.

“Whoa, look at you,” Kenickie smiled at you. “You look… amazing.”

You grinned at him and grabbed his hand, pulling him inside before he could even finish his cigarette. After a night of drinking milkshakes, eating burgers and playing songs on the jukebox, Kenickie drove you home. Once you got to your house, Kenickie parked and turned off the car.

“I had a lot of fun Nickie,” you said sweetly.

“Yeah, me too,” he said scooting closer towards you.

You leaned up and kissed his cheek. As you started to lean away, Kenickie caught your chin with his hand and kissed you hard on the lips. You kissed him back with intensity and wrapped your arms around his neck. His hands grabbed your waist, sliding them under your shirt and rubbing small circles into your skin. You squeaked in surprise and Kenickie took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You were enjoying the moment so much you could barely tear yourself away from him when he tried to lay you down.

“Kenickie,” you mumbled as he kissed your neck.

“Mhm?”

“I don’t think I’m ready for that yet,” you said gently as you pushed yourself back a bit. Kenickie begrudgingly pulled away, giving you one last kiss.

“Whenever you’re ready babe, I’ll be here,” he said, winking at you. You giggled and hugged him. He held you close, his hand running through a section of your hair. 

“See you next Friday?” You asked.

“You know it,” Kenickie smirked as you got out of the car. You waved goodbye to him and watched him speed down the road.

Oh yeah. I got it bad.

Part Two

[cjsinkythoughts]

Ocean Eyes, Cherry Lips, Ivory Keys

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2747

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of alcohol, I think that’s all

A/N: This is a headcanon I’ve had for a while that I’ve been wanting to write about 40s!Bucky, pre-War. I kinda want to write a series about it, so that might happen. For now, enjoy this little tidbit I’ve written, with the prompt of Occasion for HBC’s Lucky in Love Day 18! (This isn’t beta’d so please excuse mistakes.)

He’s something of a celebrity. A living legend. A God amongst humans. Starting as a kid in Brooklyn, his fanbase rapidly grew, expanding to Queens, Manhattan, even parts of New Jersey, just in the past few years.

You don’t get it. So what if he’s got cool blue eyes, soft chocolate hair, and a charming smile? Who cares if he’s got smooth moves and even smoother words? He’s just a man - a human being - with flaws just like everyone else. A talented and gorgeous man, who has all of New York wanting to fall to her knees to please him, but still just a man.

James Buchanan Barnes.

Most everyone knew his name, but there was a lot of mystery surrounding the actual character. 

You just don’t see what all the fuss is about. You’ve never personally met him, or even seen him, but you know people who have. Your friend’s cousin even claims to have danced with him once. Not that that would be hard. You hear he’s never danced with the same bird twice, and, considering most start dancing in their teenage years, that’s a lot of dames.

It’s not that you’re not curious about him - if he’s actually as dashing as they say - but you’re not about to stop your life for him like some of your friends. They’re obsessed with getting his attention. With seeing if they’d be the one. The one to finally chain him down and tame him. The one he’d go steady with.

It feels like that’s all you ever talk about anymore. It was amusing at first, but now it’s just getting annoying. It’s been three years since that day in March of 1938, when your roommate ran into your room, plopping down onto your bed, before ranting and raving about the new ocean eyed piano player at her favorite bar. And since then, he’s been in your life without actually being in your life.

Speaking of, here you are. Listening to Lucy, MaryAnne, and Jean gushing over the man, trying to enjoy your milkshake.

“I heard from Sally that Thomas said that he knew the brother of one of his friend’s in high school!”

“That can’t be true! I heard from Billy, who heard from Martha, who was told by Ben, that he only had, like, one friend in high school.”

“You’re kidding, right? There’s no way a man like that had only one friend.”

“I hear he does boxing and that’s why he’s got a body sculpted like a Greek God.”

“Oh my God! MaryAnne!”

You rub your temples, resisting the urge to roll your eyes as the three burst into fits of giggles. If you have to hear one more word about-

“I heard he’s going to be playing at Georgie’s on Friday!”

Gasps echoed around the table. “No way! Georgie’s?”

You raise an eyebrow, this actually intriguing you. Georgie’s is a popular little hole in the wall, on the edge of being a speakeasy, which doubles as a pub and a dance hall in Brooklyn. It’s one of the best hang outs for kids like you and your girls, but it isn’t very high class. Maybe that’s why it’s one of the best. “Isn’t Georgie’s a little…cheap for him? He’s been playing at the best bars and restaurants for a while now.”

“It’s a classic in Brooklyn. Near his home, probably.”

“Do you think he lives near there?!”

“Ooo! Maybe we could find out!’

You scoff. “That,” gesturing to Lucy with your glass, you take a sip of your milkshake. “Is called stalking, my friend.”

Jean waves towards you dismissively. “I think he lives near Tin Pan Alley. That’s where he plays the most, after all. Georgie’s was probably just an old hang out for him and his pals.”

“Wait, wait,” you shake your head, a thought popping into your head. You turn to Lucy, confused. “How’d you find out he’s playing at Georgie’s anyways? Isn’t part of his whole act not telling anyone where he’s playing?”

Giving you a smirk and a wink, Lucy shrugs. “I’ve got my connections.”

You roll your eyes again, turning your attention back to your milkshake. “So?!” MaryAnne squealed. “We’re going on Friday, right?”

“Hell yes!”

“Absolutely!”

“Not.” You mumble, causing the other three to stare at you incredulously.

“Not?!”

“I’m not wasting my Friday night going to see some fella you all have a crush on. Especially when he might not even be there.”

Your friends groan, exchanging glances. “And what’re you gonna do?” Jean crossed her arms with a pointed look on her face. “Sit down and read a book like you always do?”

You huff. “I like reading, sue me. I don’t get a lot of time to myself. You know that new girl’s been gumming up the works and I’ve had to stay late to fix her mistakes all week.”

“This is exactly what you need, then! Come out, have a drink, jive a little-”

You look up at that, an amused kind of smirk on your lips. “Jive? Me and my clumsy ass?”

You all laugh. “Okay, so maybe not dance, but c’mon! It’ll be snazzy, you’ll see!”

“Fine, fine.” Standing up with a sigh, you collect your things, smoothing down your dress with your hands. “I’ve gotta scram.”

“We’ll see you on Friday, right?”

You give a small smile, shooting them a wink. “I guess I can make it.”

***************

Friday comes a lot faster than you anticipate. You dress up; a navy blue dress going to your knees with white, heart shaped buttons and a bow around the waist. The shoes you’re wearing are your nice black and white Mary Janes. Lips painted deep red, and hair pinned back in loose curls, you glance over yourself in a mirror. You’ll admit; you look damn good. You don’t wanna go, but you might as well try to have some fun since you are.

It’s a cool evening, early May meaning the summer humidity hasn’t hit just yet. You didn’t even think about bringing a coat, but you start to regret the decision as you start walking. MaryAnne, who you actually room with, already left, being way too excited to stay put.

It doesn’t take you long - you live on the border of Queens and Brooklyn - but your feet are more sore than you’d like when you arrive.

“I knew you’d come!” Lucy grins, coming up besides you and linking her arm in yours. MaryAnne comes up on your other side and does the same to your free arm.

“Where’s Jean?”

“Where do you think? She already found a Joe to swing with.”

You laugh. “Of course she has! So is your dreamboat here?”

The grins that are immediately on their faces answer your question and they quickly drag you inside.

It’s hot and crowded and dim. Skirts with their beaus, guys with their broads, swinging and dancing to the lively music of the band on stage. Smoke from cigarettes, pipes, and cigars is evident in the air as they neared the bar portion of the building, mixing with the boisterous sound of laughter and chatter.

“Everyone’s talking about it! He’s here, but he hasn’t played yet. We’ve been trying to catch a glimpse of him, but we think he’s in a back room.” The dramatic sigh MaryAnne gives makes you laugh a little.

“Okay, khaki whackies. Let’s get a drink.”

You, just as you thought would happen tonight, are left alone at the bar by your friends who quickly found partners to dance with. A few men asked you, but you have never been a good dancer.

You’re lost in thought, running a finger gently around the rim of your cup, when a voice sounded besides you, pulling you out of your thoughts, a slight rasp to the otherwise mellifluous voice.

“You gonna drink that, doll, or just stare at it all night?”

You raise an eyebrow at the jest, turning your head, only to have your breath hitch. What a specimen. Ocean blue eyes, fluffy brown curls, cherry pink lips. A white dress shirt is pulled over his broad chest, gray dress pants hugging thick thighs, matching suit jacket across wide shoulders. He has a blue, black, and white plaid tie around his neck and you can see the edges of his blue suspenders under his blazer. He’s put together, but it’s nothing special, a normal Sunday best suit, that much you can tell.

“Uh, not all night.” You look back to the drink, before looking at the clock with a hum, tilting your head playfully. “Maybe another hour.”

He chuckles, gesturing for the bartender. “Tell me this, sweetheart. What is a beautiful dame like yourself doin’ drinking alone?”

“I’m not very good on my feet, I’m afraid.” You laugh nervously, taking a sip of your drink.

“Don’t come here often, then?”

“Only for special occasions.”

“What’s the special occasion this evenin’, sugar?”

You shrug. “My friends dragged me here. They’re practically in love with this guy who’s supposedly playing the piano tonight. James Barnes. Have you ever heard of him?”

He chuckles, a grin pulling his lips upwards. “Yeah. Yeah I’ve heard of ‘im. Not a big fan yourself?”

“I’m sure he’s fine. I just don’t understand the fascination with him. Let the man be.”

“I agree.” He hums with a nod, grabbing the glass of whiskey the bartender set in front of him. “I actually know him.”

“Really?” You look at him in interest.

He tilts his head with a smile towards you that makes you melt. “Yeah. He feels the same. He just likes playin’. That’s all. He didn’t want all the attention. He gets enough without that.”

You raise an eyebrow, finishing off your drink. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m Bucky by the way.”

You eye his hand, grabbing it after a second, letting him bring your knuckles to his lips. “Y/N.”

“It’s very nice to meet you, mama.” He shifts his body more towards you, running a hand through his hair. “You said you ain’t fond of dancin’?”

Shaking your head, you quickly defend yourself, “no, no. I like dancing. I’m just not very good. Got two left feet.”

He smirks, tongue poking out to run over those plump lips of his. “Well, with the right partner, it doesn’t really matter.”

“Are you asking me to dance, Bucky?”

“Not if you’re gonna say no.” He responds with a toothy grin, leaning his elbows on his knees.

You sigh and shake your head. “I’m afraid tonight’s not your night, pal. I just can’t seem to get myself in the mood.”

He hums, leaning back. “Is it the music? Too fast for you?”

“I wouldn’t mind if they slowed it down some, I suppose.”

He smiles cheekily. “I can help with that. Hold on.”

You grin at him, nodding. “I’ll be here.”

Watching him stand and make his way over to the stage, you quirk an eyebrow. He seems to know the band well, if the handshakes and the claps on the back have anything to say about it. He says something to the lead, who nods with a grin, shooting him a wink. Bucky laughs, but you can see a tint of pink dusting his cheeks, making you wonder what they were saying.

He makes his way back over as the band shifts tones, the animated swing changing to a slow jazzy number. Bucky beams at you, holding out his hand as he approaches. “Care to dance?”

You purse your lips, narrowing your eyes, but taking his hand anyways. “How’d you do that? Do you work here?’

“Uh…somethin’ like that.” He states vaguely, leading you to the dance floor with the other swaying couples. Pulling you as close as appropriate, his hands resting politely on your waist, he starts moving you side to side. 

“That’s not ominous.” You place your hands on his shoulders, following his lead as you stare at your feet.

He chuckles, hooking a finger under your chin to lift your gaze. “I’ve gotcha, doll. I won’t let you fall.”

“I’m going to step on your feet.” You explain.

“Nah. You’re doin’ great. You just need to get outta your head. Relax a little. Tell me something about yourself.”

You hum. “Like what?”

“Anything.”

“Uh, okay…I have a roommate who is one of the girls who begged me to come, I’m a secretary - I know, boring - and…I dunno. I like reading.”

His eyes lighten at this. “Reading? Whaddya like to read?”

“Different things. Depends on my mood. I’m re-reading The Hobbit for, like, the twentieth time right now.”

“I love The Hobbit.” Bucky grins, making you smile back. “I read it almost as soon as it came out.”

“Me too! I was planning on reading it tonight but,” you gesture around. “Here I am.”

Bucky lips pull up softly, his hold on your waist tightening ever so slightly as he pulls you closer. “Well, as much as I love that book, I’m glad you came out tonight.”

Giving him a little tease, you tap your chin thoughtfully. “Eh…I think I’d rather be at home.”

He pinches your side gently, making you squeal and squirm. “That hurt, sugar. That physically hurt me. C’mon, mama, your gonna say you aren’t havin’ a good time?”

“I just met you ten minutes ago.”

“Well, sweetheart, if you think we’re movin’ too fast, I won’t introduce you to my folks just yet.”

You laugh, blinking up at him. “That’s very thoughtful of you, Buck.”

The two of you rock for a little while longer, before the band stops, announcing they’re taking a break and a special guest is going to play a little something.

“Maybe James Barnes is here.” You say, a bit of intrigue lacing your tone, trying to see through the crowds of people who started gathering around the stage to catch a glimpse of the charming pianist. “I see why he would be over the attention.”

“Yeah.” Bucky sighs, almost sadly, giving you an apologetic look. “Listen, I’ve gotta go work for a bit, but I’ll be right back.”

You smirk. “So you do work here?”

“Um…kinda. You’ll see.”

You raise an eyebrow at his words, but he’s kissing your knuckles and walking away. You frown, but can’t think more on it when three young women are on you, babbling about their dates.

“Who were you dancing with, Y/N? He was cute!”

You roll your eyes, feeling yourself heat up, and not because of the many bodies in the vicinity. “Just…some guy.”

“C’mon, c’mon! We’ve gotta get a good spot to actually see him!”

You huff, letting the drag you through the crowd, shoving their way towards the front just as a familiar deep voice spoke. 

“Thanks for comin’ out, everyone. I hope your havin’ a good night. Let’s get this hop started, yeah?”

Your eyes widen when you finally catch sight of the man sitting at the piano with a polite smile on his features. He catches your eye and shoots you a wink, before his fingers start flying over the keys. The beam that he gets while tickling the gleaming ivories, his azure eyes lighting up, and you can’t fight the smile you get. He looks so relaxed, so invigorated, that it makes you happy just watching him.

“Oh my God! Weren’t you dancing with him?!” Lucy shook your shoulder obnoxiously, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, mesmerized with the way he played like it’s the only thing he wanted to do with his life. Which, as you remember his words, ‘he just likes playin’. That’s all.’ you figure it is the only thing he wanted to do with his life.

You just danced with James Barnes…and he’s just as perfect as everyone says.

You’re still trying to wrap your head around it, your friends jumping around you, trying to get every little detail of him from you, when your heart skips a beat and your brain malfunctions. Bucky had started up another song, slower and more intimate, and he’s looking right at you. 

You find yourself doing something you never thought you would; you’re swooning over James Barnes, smiling like an idiot, heat blooming up your neck and flaming your face. And yes, he’s just a man - a human being - with flaws just like everyone else. But he’s a talented and gorgeous man, who has all of New York wanting to fall to her knees to please him.

And now that includes you.

[markosmate]

Could you do one where the boys (poly or David) girl gets insecure after seeing other girls fawn over the boys so she try’s to dodge the boys thinking they’d be happier with someone else- also your writings are quickly becoming some of my favorites of the lost boys ff writers 💛💛💛

aww thank you so much!! that means so much to me and of course,, this is a really cute idea so i had fun writing this one. i chose to do poly, if you want me to write another one that’s just david i'd be happy to :) - 🧚🏻

cinnamon

pairing; poly!lost boys x reader

warnings; self doubt, insecurities

The first thing you noticed about the boys was how well they were dressed. Despite all of their outfits consisting in relatively dark colors, they all seemed to have their own little aesthetics that fit their personalities well. The second thing you noticed, was how they either seemed to completely deflect people, or draw them in like bees to honey. No in between. You felt drawn to them almost immediately, their punk yet boyish vibes rubbing off on you the perfect way immediately.

But after realizing how many girls flocked to them on the nightly, you refused to give into the butterflies in your stomach when you locked eyes with one of them for the first time. Instead, you turned on your heel and began making your way in the opposite direction. It didn’t take long for them to get you wrapped around their finger, almost like you got hooked on their line and they were pulling you in quicker than ever before.

You fell for each of them, hard, and in turn, they fell for you. After many conversations among the four of them, they decided to break both the news of what they were, and their plan of sharing you, in one night. You were honestly more shocked at their confession of feelings than you were about their apparent bat side.

Of course you were a little horrified at first. What do you mean your sweet boys drained people of their blood every night to survive? You didn’t quite believe either thing they were telling you until David flashed his face at you, yellow eyes and fangs galore. You stared at him for a good long while, taking it all in before the second confession hit you like a truck.

"You’re saying all four of you have feelings for me? Like, feelings feelings?" Your jaw dropped, looking each one in the eyes as they all nodded at you with cocky smirks on their faces. Except Dwayne, he was kinda sympathetic about dumping that all on you at once, you know - he’s a nice guy when he’s not killing people to survive. "Dwayne kills people?" That earned you a round of laughter that cooled the tension in the air.

That night, you let your walls down. After all, you could deal with a few girls flirting with them every few nights. Now that they were all with you, they'd surely turn down the flirting and make sure the girls knew they weren’t interested right? Wrong, completely and utterly wrong.

In fact, it almost seemed like they were doing the exact opposite. Dwayne and David were about the same, they never used seduction to lure in victims. They had always preferred to use stealth and intimidation. Paul, on the other hand?

Suddenly he didn’t know how to hunt without cat-calling three girls in the process.

It angered you to no end. But at the same time, it also dug up many self-doubting thoughts that seemed to ring around your head every time he or Marko did it. Would the boys be happier with someone else? One of those girls who constantly fawned over their every move, practically obsessed with your four boys? You didn’t know, and after a while of that insecurity building, you decided you didn’t want to stick around to find out.

Your distancing started out small. Not showing up at the boardwalk for a night here and there without telling them you weren't going to be able to make it, cancelling plans of going back to the cave with them to sleep there for the day. They noticed immediately, obviously, but they couldn’t for the life of them figure out why you were suddenly acting this way. And the night that they planned to ask you about what was wrong, you didn’t show up to the boardwalk. Nor did you didn’t show up to their meeting spot the next night either, or the night after that. On the fourth day of you not showing up, the boys were all practically ripping the hair out of their heads.

"I’m going crazy here, man! Why can’t we just go check on her?" Marko groaned, thumping his fingers on the handle of his bike.

"Because." David answered curtly, breathing in deep around the butt of his cigarette.

"Because?" Paul cried out, looking at his leader with an exasperated expression. "Something could be wrong with her and you’re just saying 'because'?"

"He’s letting his pride get in the way." Dwayne huffed out, taking a sip from his milkshake. "He wants her to come to us, not the other way around."

"This is ridiculous. I’m going to her man." Paul grunted, starting up his bike before revving the engine for extra effect.

"Right on, dude." The shorter blond mumbled under his breath, following the former's actions.

"I told you we need to wait." David narrowed his eyes at the two offending vampires.

"No, man. They have a point. Something's wrong." Dwayne defended the other two's protests. "She’s been distancing herself lately and suddenly she’s not showing up to be with us anymore?"

"Obviously we did something." Marko threw in. "She wouldn’t just stop talking to us if we hadn't done anything."

"She’s not like that, man." Paul concluded as they all stared directly at David knowing that he had to give in now.

"Alright. Let’s go." The grins on his three boys' face was infectious, and he had to hide his own to avoid the teasing that was sure to come if they were to notice it.

The four revved their bikes and were off to your house, arriving in a record-breaking four minutes. They parked their bikes down the street as to not raise suspicion from your parents and quietly made their way around the back of the house towards your window.

Paul took the opportunity to pick up a few small pebbles along the way, before tossing them gently up to your window.

After a few short moments, your face appeared to them as you pulled your curtains back.

Your eyes caught Dwayne's first as you stared down into the yard, trying to make out their shapes in the dark. You unlocked the window and threw it upwards, much harsher than you should’ve considering your parents were still very much asleep. "What are you doing here?" You hissed down to them after poking your head out of the opening in the window.

"Whoa, babe." Marko tried to calm you. "We’re your boyfriends, why aren’t we allowed to visit you?"

You glared at him before turning to gaze at each of them individually. "Please leave." You mumbled calmly. "I don’t want to see you guys right now."

"Babe?" Paul called up, voice cracking the tiniest bit. "What’s going on? Can we please come up?"

You frowned. You were doing this so that they could find someone else that they would be happier with, not to hurt them. Your eyes softened as you made eye contact with each of them once more, eyes locking with David's at last. "Come on up." You sighed, stepping away from the window and plopping down on your bed. A huge gust of wind came blowing through your room, pushing your curtains out of the way and rustling your hair as all four of your boys managed to stumble through your small window.

You reached over towards your headboard and grabbed the nearest pillow you could to hug to your chest. Immediately Paul threw himself on the bed next to you, wrapping his arms tightly around your body to hold you against him. David moved to lean back against your closet door. Dwayne stayed near the window, moving to sit against the sill as Marko just kind of fumbled about awkwardly in the middle, not quite knowing where to go.

"You guys have never been in here before." You muttered, trying to divert the conversation that you knew they would want to address immediately. "Just outside to pick me up."

David rolled his eyes at your stalling tactics, pushing himself off the closet door to walk over to you. He leaned down, slipping a finger under your chin to bring your head up to face him. "What’s going on kitten?"

You sighed, not knowing how to put it without sounding desperate or clingy. You opted to lean back against Paul's chest as he shifted to sit with a leg on either side of you. "I wanted to distance myself from you guys-"

"Why?" Paul and Marko blurted out before you could finish your sentence. Paul seemed hurt while Marko just seemed offended that you would lead them on only to ditch.

"She was trying to tell us, shut up." David shushed them both.

"I just- I thought that maybe if you guys didn’t have me holding you back... you could find a nice girl that you really like who makes you more happy than I do." You whispered, holding on tightly to the blond's wrist that were wrapped around your waist.

"Baby, why would you think that?" Dwayne cooed, moving to sit beside you and Paul as Marko and David visibly deflated at your confession.

"I don’t know... I guess I just- I just got kind of upset seeing all the girls that flock to you guys night after night. And then seeing Marko and Paul flirt back with them, even more than you guys did before we all started dating, it just kinda sealed it for me. I just... felt like you guys were better off before we started dating." You explained almost all in one breath. Paul buried his face in your neck as Marko moved to sit on the other side of you. David kneed onto one knee and cupped your face to encourage your eyes to meet his own.

"Doll, we want you. That’s why we chose you. We don’t want them. We want you baby." He whispered, scanning your face to try and read what emotion you were feeling.

"And I’m just dumb, babe. You know I never mean it when I flirt with them. They’re just meals, you’re everything to me." Paul pouted, pressing a flurry of kisses to your neck and shoulder. "If I had known that it bothered you that much, I would have stopped right when you said the word."

"Yeah, baby doll. We won’t do it anymore, promise. They could never compare to you." Marko grinned at you, leaning forward to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. When he pulled back, your smile was already beginning to return to your lips.

David grinned at you, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. "All you had to do was tell us, kitten. You didn’t have to put yourself through all this self-doubt. We’re yours."

You smiled softly at him, leaning into his gloved hand. "I love you guys."

That night, three of your boys fell asleep curled against each other at the foot of the bed. You slipped out of Paul's arms, causing him to toss and turn until he found Marko's body to pull into his own. You crawled up the bed towards the headboard where Dwayne was leaned back against a bunch of your stuffed animals. He gathered you tightly in his arms as you curled up against his side.

"Go to sleep." He whispered into your hair. "I'll wake you up before me and the boys leave to say goodbye." You knew he wouldn't, but it made you smile anyway. You tried to keep your eyes open, trying to make the moment last as long as possible as you knew they would all have to leave in a few hours before the sun rose but you couldn’t deny how comfy it was to sleep against Dwayne. You fell asleep to the sensation of him pressing kisses to the crown of you head in rhythm you couldn’t pick up on.

"My cinnamon." He whispered just as you finally drifted off. "How could you ever doubt the love we have for you?"

Quick AN:// you’re LYING to yourself in you try to say the image of david curled up with marko and paul doesn’t sound like the absolute cutest!! okay i’m done hehe, i have three more requests to work on so i need to get started on those,, bye y’all mwah <33

[yikesharringrove]

How does Robin deal with steve's depression/panic attacks/crying? How did she first react to him breaking down about something or being really sad and insecure? Obviously the two of them have the best banter on the show but maybe she makes a joke and he takes it to heart but doesn't want to make her feel bad? I also think literally everyone in the party/show see him as the strong, protective dumbass so how do he kids and older teens etc deal with finding out he's not okay sometimes?

I don’t know where the fuck this came from, but, uh, here.

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The first time it happens, they aren’t friends.

Nowhere even close.

They’re just forced into the same shitty outfits, into the same shitty job.

And Robin said something about Steve being dumb.

Because that’s what she does, she ribs people. She makes fun of them and she’s sarcastic, and Andrew F. likes to call her a frigid bitch but that’s okay because he’s unparalleled loser.

Anyway, she calls Steve dumb.

And on a good day, he usually had something to say back. On a great day, he’d serve it right back, say not dumb enough to think that’s funny.

But on that day, he didn’t say anything.

And when she looked over, he was biting his lip, and had tears in his eyes.

The place was empty, so she pulled him aside and said

“Are you okay?” And he gave her this fake smile, one that may have been convincing if he didn’t still have tears threatening to spill over, but he did, so it wasn’t.

And he just said

“I’m fine.”

Next time it happens, they’re not friends, but she also doesn’t dislike him quite so much anymore.

But, anyway.

He did something. Doesn’t matter what.

And she said

“What are you, stupid?” And the same thing happens. He goes all quiet and he looks ready to cry and gives her that stupid fake smile and says

“Just might be.”

Third time’s the charm.

They’re almost friends.

Not quite, but they’re not not friends.

Whatever.

He does something. Again.

And she says

“Typical Harrington dumbassery.”

And Steve burst into tears.

Its a lot.

This guy, this guy, he was untouchable in high school. The coolest of the cool.

And now he’s here, wearing a stupid sailor suit and fucking crying in the back room, wiping his face with shitty napkins that say Have a flavorful day! on them.

And she feels like shit.

she should’ve realized form that first time he shut down that this is real.

And it all comes pouring out.

He didn’t get into college.

He barely graduated.

His dad said he’s too stupid to work for him.

He has no direction and no life and nobody loves him and he’s stupid and useless and maybe he’s better off dead-

It’s a lot.

And she has no idea how to help.

She’s trying to negate the thoughts as they come out of his mouth, trying to you’re not worthless and those kids love you.

But they just keep coming, and he’s saying the kids only love me because they don’t know how much I hate myself.

And that, that Robin can understand.

The next day Steve doesn’t come into work.

Calls out sick and gets someone to cover.

Same the next day.

Four days without him coming in to Scoops.

And she kinda, misses him, in a weird way.

He’s got a weird sense of humor. He made the hours drag less.

So after her shift, she writes the address from the phone book down on her arm, gets on her bike, and shows up unannounced.

And Steve obviously hasn’t showered since then.

She bets he came home, changed out of his uniform, and hasn’t changed since.

And it all kinda clicks.

King Steve is very much Not Okay.

So she starts trying more.

She learns what makes him shut down, and avoids those topics when ribbing.

She invites him to hang out outside of work.

They do a few times, and it’s always awkward at first, but it’s something close to fun by the end.

And then she learns that Steve has minor panic attacks if he’s in the freezer too long. And he has big panic attacks if met with a dog.

(She learned this when they were outside her house, and her neighbor’s rottweiler came running up to them. Friendliest dog in the world, and Steve was curled in a shaking ball, crying into her lawn for an hour and seventeen minutes.)

She asked Dustin about Steve’s panic attacks when he was in Scoops one day.

Steve was in the back, making Dustin’s milkshake, and he had furrowed his brows and said

“Steve gets panic attacks?”

Steve went and sat with him after, and they had a whispered conversation, Steve’s head in his hands, Dustin’s face pinched up in concern.

They had parted ways and Steve just said

“Please don’t tell anyone else.” And retreated to the back room.

She felt like shit.

Because she thought it was obvious.

She’s seen several of his panics now, and he’s clearly depressed or something.

But actually, it’s only obvious because she’s seen.

Steve does a really fucking good job at hiding it.

(“They’re just kids. They don’t need to know this stuff.” Is what he’ll say to her several months later, behind Family Video, while they share a cigarette. He’ll have tear tracks on his cheeks and his hands will still be shaking.

“You’re just a kid.” Is what she’ll say to him.

“I haven’t been a kid for a long time.” Is what he’ll say back, and she won’t really understand, but she also totally will, and she’ll hug him with one arm, and he’ll take a shakey breath and tell her that he loves her. That she’s his best friend.)

So of course they don’t know. Because Robin thinks she may be the first person to see through Steve’s facade.

And only because he let her.

[interstellarrambles]

Hi! Love your writing! Would you ever consider doing a Billy Hargrove x plus size reader? Maybe the reader is shy and nerdy so the party are always hanging around her, she's like an cool older sister to them. Billy finds the kids annoying because they're always around the reader when he tries to ask her out. Thanks!

heya love! very sorry I took my time with this but I wanted to make it perfect as a chubby girl myself. I really hope you enjoy it, this is probably the longest piece I've ever written, it's like four in one. solis x

pairing: Billy Hargrove x female plus size!reader

fandom: stranger things

warnings: bullies unsurprisingly, nothing terrible, abusive families, domestic abuse

fourth time lucky. bh.

the three times billy hargrove tried to ask you out, and the one time it actually worked.

hair pushed back, cig hanging gently on his smiling lips and jeans sprayed onto his muscular thighs; Billy Hargrove looked almost delectable as he stood, leaning against your lockers and waiting for you to show up. this had become a regular thing since you'd first started hanging out, and though the other teenagers of Hawkins couldn't work out why Billy would want to hang around for you, he couldn't care less. whenever he needed someone real to comfort him, and show him he was worthy of love and affection, you were there. you made him feel more alive, and that made him breathless ironically whenever he was around you. touch starved was never a word Billy would ever associate with himself until he met you. no matter how many girls had laid their hands on him, he needed none of them as much as he needed your touch.

already this afternoon, Tommy had tried to pull him away, promising him a girl at his party later on, but Billy simply shook his head and remained where he was. you were due a free period right now, and he wanted to skip and go hang out before the end of school when he'd have to pick up Max.

it was through Max and the gang that the two of you had met properly for the first time, and though she'd hated his insistent flirting, she had to admit that she didn't mind hanging out with you more. suddenly less boisterous and cruel, whenever he was around you, Max noticed how Billy would change. he loved how much you cared about the gang, even if he could never work out why you cared so much.

caring and sweet, yet undeniably outspoken and confident: it was something Billy loved about you - you had the capability to show so much love, perhaps because of experiencing a severe lack of it, but on the other hand, you still stood up for yourself and protected the ones you loved fiercely. your years in high school before billy had been ridden with cruel taunts and bullying because of your appearance, hence why you began hanging out with the gang, but since he had joined, people quickly learned not to mention you in the wrong way. whether it was the love he felt for you in his heart that motivated him to dish out bruises and broken bones in your honour, or the way you always patched him up after and kissed his bruised knuckles as a thank you, he wasn't really sure. in his heart, he knew it was a mixture of both.

Billy had been too caught up in his thoughts to notice you coming around the corner moments before, but when he heard your laughter bouncing through the corridor, he knew it was you. gazing on in adoration, he watched as you walked towards him, your boots hitting the ground quicker when you noticed him waiting. your smiles and soft skin just visible from your clothes made him nervous, and though he wasn't accustomed to the feeling he'd put up with it if you were part of the deal.

"hey princess, been missing you," he smirked, removing his cigarette to talk properly. up close, he made a note that you were wearing one of his old shirts, one he had left at yours one night after a fight with his father. the bitter memory of his injuries was somewhat sweetened by the memory of you kissing his wounds and holding him. he hoped you'd find comfort in him too.

"hey Billy, thanks for waiting," softly smiling back, you pressed your hands against his chest and pushed him back so you could open your locker. as you touched him, gentle but firm, his muscles tensed noticeably and he felt his heart race a little faster.

"so uhh, I had something I wanted to ask you doll," his demeanour quickly became less relaxed, and you felt yourself fill with nerves. a blush spread across your cheeks when he called you that pet name, your imagination getting the better of you. imagining him whispering, groaning that pet name in another predicament completely made your skin feel hot to the touch.

right as you nodded and he went to continue, one of the gang cleared their throats in an effort to get your attention.

you chuckled as you watched his face quickly drop. behind you stood the gang smiling up at Billy, half scared, half amused. the way you'd yelled at him in the past for even laying a finger on them made him too scared to dare do anything, but the threat remained in their minds.

the kids muttered between themselves as you and Billy took a step aside. you tried to keep your head straight as you watched his muscles tense and the st christopher bounce against his chest, but you still felt slightly dizzy. with you stood against the lockers, him mere centimetres away, your mind was racing and you just hoped he couldn't tell.

"princess..." his tone was a mix of warning and pleading, and made your hair stand on edge. Billy knew the kids wanted to come and hang out at your house, since no one else's parents would allow it. but Billy wanted you to himself for once, and when it came to you, whatever Billy wanted, he usually got. perhaps not today though.

shaking his head, Billy knew he'd lost the battle when you smiled and tilted your head at him.

"okay, but they're gonna have to make it up to me at some point," he stated, loud enough for the whole corridor to hear, turning to you with a smile, he whispered, "and so will you doll."

a few weeks later, you found yourself sat on the bleachers in the school gym, watching Billy practice. confident, proud and talented: Billy knew he was good at basketball, better than anyone else on the team, so he enjoyed the moments on the pitch. it was one of those moments where Billy felt good at something; it was something he could be proud of.

lighting up with joy, his face was always a wonder when he noticed you were watching, and it made your stomach fill with butterflies. though you were sure the guys on his team would've said something about you hanging around, you were also sure he'd shut them up. it made you nervous being in a room full of boys that had made your high school experience suck, but the occasional smiles from Billy were worth it.

the mainly quiet gym, hour long practice and shirtless Billy were all more than enough to convince you to attend every practice he had, using the space to revise or study (or spend your time gazing at the boy of your dreams). as well as this, Billy always rushed through showering and getting ready afterwards to take you to a local diner, where the two of you would hang out and waste away the evening with jukebox dancing and milkshakes.

having the privilege to be in the presence of post workout Billy was something you'd never stop being grateful for, because his bad boy act usually dropped during these times. buzzing with energy, he'd grab your hand while he drove down the endless country roads and tell you stories of running away, making a new life. his eyes would electrify, and you'd both lose track of time, playing his music way too loud and dancing badly.

hopefully, today would be no different. you both had a big test the next day and you had revised so much your brain had turned grey and blurry. Billy needed a pick me up too, since his home life had been worsening, so you vowed to make tonight memorable for him. planning ahead, you'd packed a bag with a blanket and some snacks, hoping to find somewhere to stop and have a fire.

as you finished going through your notes one last time, the coach blew the final whistle indicating practice was over. after receiving a wink from Billy and waving back to him gleefully, you began packing away your notebooks and headed for the car park, where you'd wait for him.

by the time Billy joined you, his hair still wet from the showers, you were freezing, your jumper not quite shielding from the bitter mid spring air. immediately, Billy picked up on this and before even greeting you his jacket was wrapped around your frame. it made you nervous sometimes, since his clothes weren't as baggy on you as they would be on other girls, and this threatened to wipe the smile off of your face.

"sorry I took so long doll, Steve was giving me shit," although his face showed obvious distaste for Steve, his eyes still softened at the sight of you in his clothes: "you look gorgeous today y/n, even better with my jacket."

blushing, you hugged him silently, chuckling to yourself when he slipped his hand into his jacket pocket to reach for a his lighter and cigarettes.

"there's no surprise," swinging open the door for you, he simply ignored your remark, so you continued, "what's the plan for today then?"

Billy had also wanted today to be special. he'd thought it over and over in his mind, trying to think of something good enough, a way to ask you out properly that suited you, showed you how much your deserved. he thought he'd come up with a pretty good idea, but it would have to be a surprise for now to make the reveal even more worthwhile.

"well babe, that is a surprise, you'll have to wait and see," he teased, a smirk rolling around his lips, sharing the space with his lit cigarette. hopping into the seat next to you, Billy began driving away from Hawkins high school, his palm resting gently on your thigh. a small affection you had grown to love, the feel of his palm against your skin set your body alight almost and you had to fight the smile threatening your lips.

Billy eventually let you know he needed to pick some things up from his house before you could set off together to do whatever he had planned, claiming he'd left something at home that morning. therefore, when his Camaro rolled up the street to his house, you settled into the seat, not expecting to have to wait long before he'd be back.

with the weight of his denim jacket on your torso, you fiddled with the seams of it, adoring the way it swamped your body even if you knew you probably looked ridiculous. tuning out to the situation, you knew Billy wouldn't invite you in at all, so you busied yourself organising the front seat of his car, something he'd probably kill anyone else for.

living with his father, there were certain things Billy was sensitive to, things he could piece together pretty quickly to decipher the situation. so when he saw the lights of the living room illuminating the house and heard the stern voice of his father hollering through the house, it set his body on full alert. he knew pretty quickly it had something to do with Max, since she had told him not to bother taking her home, saying she didn't want to wait until practice was over.

Billy figured he could buy perhaps another half hour to drive you home and pretend like everything was normal; the outcome would be the same regardless, he'd be blamed and punished for whatever stupid thing his step sister had decided to do.

hands shaking, Billy returned to the car, his lips pressed tightly together as he gripped the steering wheel white knuckled.

realising the tension coursing through his body, you slowly placed your hand in his empty one, holding it on one of your thighs. only moments before he'd been touching your skin with a completkely different emotion racing through his veins. he'd been overtaken by excitement and anticipation, wondering whether he'd finally be able to kiss you tonight and hear you call him yours properly. fear and adrenaline had replaced this now, and anticipation for a completely different evening set his heart beating off time.

his eyes trailed over to you for a second, a silent acknowledgement, a thank you for showing him the love he needed. whether you were good with words or not, it didn't matter since he probably wouldn't hear you over his heart pounding.

keeping him grounded, the warmth of your hands around his and the soft of your thighs held him in place; reminded him there was good in the world.

"I... Billy I wanted to say something, and I don't know if now is the right time," you started, regretting the words as soon as they left your mouth, but not being able to stop once you'd started, " you mean the world to me, and I..."

the words got choked in your throat, and though his eyes remained on the road, you felt the car pull over so he could focus on you. it was so fucking embarrassing to Billy. tonight of all nights, when Billy was planning to ask you to be his girl, his little sister had decided to sneak out instead of riding home, and got caught. his dad was furious and now Billy was livid with Max again. but most of all, he was embarrassed that his home life was so fucked up, he couldn't even take the time outside of school to ask you on a date.

processing the words you were speaking to him wasn't really working in his overactive mind, and you could tell. reaching with your hands, you held his face and as you spoke, he watched your lips shamelessly

"I'm sorry it's like this Billy. I wish I could do something. I just want you to be safe."

Billy didn't have anything in mind to respond to your sympathy with, so he simply leaned into your touch one final time.

"you should get going. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. my dad..." he trailed off but you understood clearly.

miserably reaching for your bag, you leaned over to him and kissed his cheek before clambering out and making your way up to your house. butterflies still fluttered around your stomach at the small moment of bliss, having him so close yet so far, even if the moment was horrifically tainted.

Billy traces his fingers across the shape your lips has branded into his cheek and smiles softly for a second, forgetting himself in your love.

today, Billy had noticed something different about you. adorned in one of his borrowed band shirts, a confidence seemed to radiate from your skin, and though he didn't know what had provoked it, he was determined to keep it there.

glittering with amusement, your eyes widened as he stole your book from your hands and took the seat next to you. in the cafeteria especially, many wondered why Billy Hargrove, the legend, would sit with someone quite a bit lower down the social ladder. even so, his presence, along with the faint smell of cigarettes and aftershave, followed you in your lunch periods and you were eternally grateful. you loved spending your lunch times listening to him complain about Steve and Tommy, and you loved how he'd listen intently to your ramblings about school, home and whatever work you were doing.

whenever Billy wasn't with you, cutting remarks would haunt you like a second shadow, and though you were big enough to deal with it yourself, it was nice not having to.

as he winked at you and dropped your book back into your lap, your heart swelled a little and you didn't quite notice one of his teammates walking by, so when his voice cut through your moment harshly.

"hey Billy, I didn't realise you were trying on the fat girl? c'mon there's much better-" the boy didn't quite get to finish his sentence before Billy had him against a nearby support, clearly furious.

gripping the lapels of his jacket, Billy practically growled, "I suggest you shut the hell up before I beat your ass," before dropping him, realising the staff members had caught on to his out burst. as well as the rest of the students, whose eyes quickly landed on you, shaking and visibly embarrassed.

pathetically whimpering as he crawled away, the boy avoided your path when he noticed you snatch your bag and make a run for it. breathing hard, Billy quickly grabbed his jacket before chasing after you as you hurried outside, gasping for air. your cheeks felt like they were on fire and you couldn't help but wish it didn't have to be like this.

you cursed his athletic nature when he caught up to you almost immediately, whispering "hey, hey don't cry babe, don't cry about him, he's an asshole," over and over while pulling you into a hug.

until he mentioned it, you didn't notice you were crying, fat tears making his sweater soggy. glittering again, this time your eyes struggled to meet his when he pulled away to speak to you.

"I'm so, I'm sorry you had to do that for me Billy, I," you started in between wiping the tears away on your sleeve. wrapping his jacket around you, he smiled and replied "it's no problem, I just wanna see you smiling girl, that's all. I just lose my temper when they say shit like that because I just..." before he managed to finish his sentence, you took his hand, already half expecting but not quite believing what he was about to say. trembling but warm, strong; his eyes dropped to your hands intertwined and you were somewhat shocked to see a blush forming across his cheeks.

"I wanna look after you forever y/n. hate seeing you upset, you're too important to me," Billy couldn't believe he'd copped out with such a wishy washy answer, but it satisfied you. you knew what he really meant behind his words and you felt the same, which was why you pushed yourself into his arms again and kept your face pushed against his neck for longer than before.

the cold bite of his metal jewellery against your skin mixed with the faint smell of his cologne made you almost light headed, overtaken with love and light swarming your insides, but with his arms around your waist, there was nothing but safety to be felt.

smiling against his skin, you whispered loud enough for only him to hear,

"you're important to me too Billy, always will be."

perhaps a month or so later, Billy stood against his Camaro, a cigarette painting his lips with grey smoke, watching as you ran over to him. smiles exchanged from a distance as usual, he couldn't help but notice yours was bigger than usual and he wondered why.

knuckles clenching when he saw Steve and the children close by, following your heels, he felt worry wash over him and he became gripped by the though that Steve had perhaps made a move. Billy had always gotten the idea that Steve was interested, since you hung out more than average friends due your shared love for the kids. it could've also been a sense of masculinity that Billy had always felt he needed to uphold - Steve had been the king once and what would stop you from seeing that he was better for you than Billy would ever be?

Billy had never had to deal with feelings of insufficiency before, and he wasn't quite sure what to do. washed away as quickly as they had arrived though, he felt himself calm when you came closer and fixed his collar for him. his breath fanning against your neck as you reached to unfurl the collar, his warmth enveloped you and it took everything in you to hold back.

blissed out from just that moment, Billy took a few seconds to realise there was something in your hand before asking, eyeing the kids behind you.

"there's a fair coming nearby!" El butted in, earning a ruffle of her hair from you and a slight smile from Billy - he had to admit she was cute sometimes.

"and obviously, we're going," you proposed, half asking, half demanding.

Steve smirked at the way you placed a hand on Billy's chest, unconcerned at the glare he received from Billy as a result.

"I'm off, come on kids, you can come to mine," Steve announced, giving you a smile that just reeked of 'tell him you pussy'.

a few goodbyes were said and hugs were given, and then you were alone with Billy, Max clambering into the car to give you a minute. perhaps even she could sense what was going to happen.

Billy simply raised an eyebrow having clearly worked out there was something on your mind.

"Billy, I've been wanting to say it for a while and I wasn't really sure how you'd react, but," hot, red and fast, Billy could feel his blood pulsating as the words tumbled from your lips, but he couldn't stop looking at them.

"I wanted to know if you'd go to the fair with me, as more than just friends? I get it if not, but I like you a lot and it's kinda..."

before you could finish your sentence, Billy was asking if he could kiss you, ignoring everyone around you.

soft, warm and comforting, his lips against yours convinced you you had no reason to be nervous. the kiss quickly deepened, your hands laced through his hair and his settled on your waist.

"God I've waited too long for this," he whispered into your neck.

[real-fanta-sea]

If you're serious about the kiss thing...... You should do trikey with 56? Mikey's getting irritated about all the shit in Trevor's house

yep I’m serious, thanks for the request! It was fun to play with it, especially the part of annoyed Michael :D I used some strong language here, just so you know. 

Ok, here we go *cracks knuckles*

Apart from being an exceptional place to hide from all kinds of law enforcement and pissed off gang bosses, Sandy Shores provides another highly valued quality - it's fucking hot. And not that convenient 'oh look it's the first sunny day of spring' kind of wee warm, but the brutal, penetrative heat of working by deep fryer in McDonald's during summer.

Michael smacked his lips, belched and threw an empty bottle over the battered railing of the front porch. It clanked and landed on dusty ground with a satisfying crunch, and the sun dried it in an instant. He lost count on how many of them he has already downed and disposed of, but drinking didn't help no matter what style he tried. Slow, fast, cold, warm. He tried everything. Except feeling a bit sluggish, there was no effect the lukewarm pisswasser could ever have on him after years of self-taxidermy with whiskey and coke.

The street went gradually silent by the time he finished yet another bottle, shadows grew longer, and the sun grilled him from a slightly different angle. A chatter of people was replaced by an out-of-tune orchestra of crickets and the Eagles blasting from a radio somewhere in the neighbourhood, both flowing through the air with the flavour of barbecue.

Another day successfully wasted Michael thought and shifted on the couch. If only the TV would work, he could have spent it watching movies. Or not, because the tin can ramshackle got so hot during the day he could barely breathe there. Fucking Trevor. If it wasn't for him, he could be sitting by a pool full of ice, eating ice cream and slurping milkshakes from frozen tits. Maybe even pay the girl to ride him, so he didn't have to move a finger. Or better yet, tie Trevor up, throw him into his tailgater, lock him there and make him watch them fuck... But did he really want it? Wouldn’t he be the one who would instantly let him out and have a wild make up sex with him?

An annoyed grunt later, Michael lazily tugged on the hem of his, now very rural looking, tank top and dried his forehead with it. Something deep within knew he shouldn't have used the words Trevor and Fuck in one sentence because it awakened a part of him he should better let sleep. That part that supplied his tipsy brain with vivid images of long limbs locked around him, dark hair all over dirty pillows and amber eyes rolled back, set in a very flushed face... No, nope, it wasn't what he wanted to think about, in fact, he just wanted another beer. Yeah, another beer to make that awkward semi go away. And maybe strip off his top to make that damn heat go away? Yup, that was what he wanted. Aaaand a cigarette. Perfection.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

Michael's half snore was interrupted by a sound of shutting the car door and heavy boots stomping through the cooling dust. A quick glance from the porch told him the Bodhi was back from where it took off in the morning, and there was a tall figure growling near it, shuffling some boxes in the back. For a second, Michael thought he actually moved back in time, because his back was killing him pretty much the same way it did in the morning with the same taste of beer on lips. The only detail that didn't quite match was that his torso was now naked and pearled with sweat, and there was quite a lot of bottles and cans right below the railing.

Slowly and carefully, Michael stood up and stretched like a fat cat after a good afternoon nap. Trevor was still caught up by the truck, which gave M enough time to step a bit closer to the stairs and lean on a post to regain stability while observing the sight right in front of him. Trevor never was the most ripped guy, but the way his arms bulged when he lifted a box made Michael weaker than he would admit, and the way his jeans perked up his ass when he squatted made his mouth dry. Why the hell did he have to wear that black sleeveless top? Michael thought. He knows whenever he does, we end up fucking...

Just as he lip his bit for thinking about T that way, his best friend turned around for the first time since he arrived and locked eyes with Michael. For a brief moment, he looked surprised, even taken aback by that idiotic drunk grin on Michael's face and the way he leaned against the only solid post of the house, but it soon was replaced by pure fury.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

That was actually an excellent question. Or it would be, if Michael knew the answer to it.

"What? What do you mean?"

"You SLUT!!!"

Trevor charged towards him full speed in a split second and made Michael jump a little harder than he thought it would and jammed his lower back against the table, and both M and table cried in pain.

"What the fuck, Trevor! What's your fucking problem... ouch..."

Trevor leapt up the stairs, grabbed one of Michael's wrists and yanked him towards the door he kicked open.

"You fucking whore, YOU are the problem!"

Michael's brain quit the chat altogether and bailed out on him, leaving him staring on Trevor with gaping mouth and slightly raised eyebrows. He stumbled through the door, unable to free himself from Trevor's grip, and when T shut the door and threw him back first on them only to grab his shoulders to keep him still, all he could do was to stare into his fiery eyes.

"What were you thinking, showing off your tits to all our neighbours, huh?"

Michael gulped when Trevor leaned closer. Over the past few weeks, he learned the smell of gasoline and tobacco meant sloppy fucks on the kitchen counter and hungry kisses with bitten lips. That night, it all was topped with a gun powder.

"you dirty bitch, I leave you home alone for one day and when I come back what do I see? A pair of your slutty knockers right in my face."

His hands suddenly decided to fight his stupor, and as he felt Trevor's breath on his neck, he tugged on T's top and hungrily squeezed waist found there. The only answer was a deep purr and wet tip of Trevor's tongue right where his pulse drummed against the fine skin. With a small moan, he yanked Trevor closer and collided their hips, but Trevor was faster and grabbed both his wrists and pinned them against the tin door.

"You horny bitch, did showing off make you hot and wet? Or are you just happy to see me?"

Trevor's anger was gone, now replaced with his usual horniness, as he ground his hips against Michael's to let him know the thought got him hot too. And god that shit-eating grin on his face when he leaned in and bit Michael's lip, but didn't go for a full kiss... That was the point of no return. That fucking tease! Michael trashed under him and actually managed to get both hands freed just to leap forward and literally throw them both trough the bathroom door, for Trevor to land on the toilet bowl.

Michael could barely hear the sound of boxes and bottles clacking, falling to the dirty ground as he straddled Trevor and grabbed his head to steal that kiss he wanted since he saw him outside. Trevor just did his best to balance them both on the tiny bowl and waved his arms around, trying to grab onto something solid. Just as Michael decided to nib on Trevor's lip lightly and open T up for a nice french action, something hit the back of his head with an annoying accuracy. Then it clanked on the ground, followed by choked laughter and sound of plastic rustling. Michael instinctively shot up and stumbled back, massaging the hit place.

"Ouch! T, what the fuck was that?!"

"That was a shower curtain, cupcake... I must have torn it when you tried to flush us both down the bowl..."

"and you won't even say sorry you prick?"

"hmmm, how about showing you how sorry I am?"

Trevor possessed this strange ability to appear out of nowhere and cover M with kisses and hugs. Michael noticed only then how much taller Trevor really was when he was pinned against the shower wall and two hot hands slid past the waist of his jeans, kissing his lower lip too gently for Michael's liking. At first, he went with the flow, burying his fingers to Trevor's stubble and hair on the back of his head just to push him closer. Still, he set his mind to he didn't want it there, slow and gentle with water running down his back, not that night. Michael knew well when he brushes his tongue against Trevor's, pull back and bite his lip, T would not only let out a needy whimper, so unlike his manly growls, but he would also become weak enough to be pushed back to the kitchen where they could have much more fun. What he didn't count with was a nasty crunch under his foot when Trevor stumbled back towards the sink which immediately broke their kiss. A small moan of frustration made Michael more anxious for a moment than he would ever admit.

"What is it, T? Are you ok?"

"Fuck, Michael, you stepped on my laxatives!"

"What?"

"How am I supposed to shit without them?"

"Screw them, you won't need them when I'm done with you tonight."

"Gee how hot..."

But there was no way Michael would let Trevor finish that sentence - all he wanted was to pin him to the kitchen counter, tear those sweatpants apart and fuck him. Now it was him who stomped around, holding Trevor's hand and throwing him to the counter. It took him another second to grab a fist full of his hair and yank Trevor's head backwards to relish absolutely delicious silhouette of his throat with adam's apple bobbing up and down in excitement. Trevor's moans only fired him up further and probed the hardened bud under the black shirt - to a promising whimper and a force pushing him aside to which he willingly succumbed and let a pair of lips suck onto his own so hard he hit his head against a tv stand which cried in pain and fell apart along with the tv.

"Fuck Trevor...."

"Not now, Mikey, don't stop."

Michael felt the telltale twitch under his belly that watered down the pain and gave him enough power to roll over a couple of times, french kissing the fuck out of those perfect full lips, drawing nails to Trevor's now naked back and push his head closer. He almost didn't mind when the radio hit the ground and when Trevor threw him onto the table which made their beer spill on the filthy floor. With Trevor on top, latched onto his nipple and running his hand down to his tightened jeans, nothing could stop him from getting what he wanted. As he tried to kick his jeans off, there was a slight sensation on his foot, but nothing very clear. It could have been a cup or something - when suddenly Trevor bolted upwards, and Michael was forced to open his eyes and look into his horrified face.

"Trevor I swear this isn't funny, what is it this time..."

"Michael, we broke the Impotent Rage..."

"T are you trying to give me blue balls or what?"

"No, but you clearly want my home in shambles! Oh fuck look at that! This was a limited edition with a signature of the original cast!"

Trevor just emotionlessly bolted towards the couch, next to which lay a mass of broken blue plastic that might have been anything in Michael's opinion. And it was in the way of reaching destination orgasm which made him a tiny bit mad. Ok, maybe a lot.

"Pardon me, but it was you who put it to the wrong place! Why did you leave it on the shelf with all this trash? Why don't you just throw all this shit out?"

And with just one swing of the arm, he managed to throw the rest of Trevor's memorabilia to the floor where it shattered comfortably.

"And this whole place is a fucking dump! Have you ever heard about wall-mounted TV or glass shower door? When the fuck will you live somewhere normal? Jesus, what do I have to break to make this place look decent? And that stupid action figure? What's so special about it, anyway?"

He wouldn't regret it if Trevor didn't turn around with puppy eyes and didn't tell him in his hurt voice.

"Because it was a gift from you..."

Michael didn't quite know how he managed to pick Trevor up from the ground, bring him to the bed, plant gentle kisses to every inch of him and whisper he's so so sorry. He didn't even have to, because soon enough, Trevor pulled him closer again, rolled over on top of him and gave him a lesson from Canadian french that left Michael breathless. He just let it happen, running his hands all the way down from the back of Trevor's head, to feeling his stuble, chest hair, hard nipples and his raging boner, and his nails draw new tattoos on Trevor's back first and then drawing his fingers into soft inside of Trevor's tights enjoying the view of T riding him.

"Hey M..."

"Hm?"

Michael lit a cigarette, just relishing the sweaty and sticky afterglow with Trevor pressed close to his side.

"You broke my impotent rage, gimme that..."

And before he could say or do anything, Trevor snatched his last cigarette and inhaled so deep half of it was gone.

"Hey! Give it back!"

"Make me!"

Michael instantly shot up, determined to kiss that grin off Trevor's lips and lept forward only to bang his head against the headboard again. This time, Trevor didn't even try to hold back and let his bubbly laughter echo in Michael's aching head.

"Fuck you and fuck this damn trailer..."

"aww come on porkchop, you did both tonight - unless you are up for the round two?"

"Hmmm... Make me..."

[jrueships]

Bestie almost all of the clothes I tried on in the fitting room didn’t fit please tell me something cute about any of your ships before I start spiraling LMAO 😭

The universe really SO jealous of us for being so that hot that it doesn't give us the clothes that'll make us look even hotter man!! Smh bruh we all have those days where the universe is our jealous ho bro 😔 sorry bout that but HOPEFULLY I can help!!!!

SINCE I believe ure a marcus/giannis enjoyer (what good taste) ... so. Like. Think about THIS photo but it's marcus/giannis

Giannis brings all his trophies with him in bed and he sleeps hugging the giant championship trophy the first night after the win like it's a teddy bear. Marcus just has to deal with this man sleeping with like... ten pounds of metal or whatever in their bed JNWJF randomly giannis will wake up and shake marcus awake all panicked like "I STILL HAVE THEM, YES?? IT WAS NO DREAM???!!" And marcus groans but can't hide his laughter as he has to find the smaller conference trophy and place it into Giannis's arms as well so he'll calm down and go back to bed. Sometimes he won't go back to bed until Marcus reminds him that Yes, you ARE my champion now go the fuck back to sleep, man.

So yeah. Marcus has to deal with giannis adopting two new metal offspring now LMFAO that giannis constantly reminds him are His. Not Marcus's. JAJND but it's all playful tease so it's okay !!!

Another idea I have for them is a retro diner Cafe au.... giannis is helping at his family's diner by being a bus boy. Of course he goes around cleaning on a pair of skates and he knows all the customers by name!! Even the biker gang who wears four leaf clovers on their sleeves and stylish greaser gelled hair. Well- he's befriended Almost all the members of the funny four leafed clover biker gang... there's a new edition to the little entourage that visits, and he doesn't seem keen on chatting with anyone except for the members in his gang. He hangs around the old jukebox that only giannis knows how to work, his arms either crossed or down at his sides with the fingers hanging around his belt loops. Sometimes he lights a cigarette. Sometimes he squints angry at the jukebox. Either way, this stranger was going to be giannis's friend whether he wants to be or not.

Asking around for his name is too easy, no, giannis declines one of the waiter's(Jrue) offer to find out. He ignores Thanasis's annoyed suggestion that he needs to stop bothering the customers and go back to cleaning or at least help him cook. Who he Does listen to is another cook, a lot less bossy one, telling him good luck on the mystery. Pj was always a cool dude.

SO YEAH... there's the funsized expo for the story. Basically giannis tries to get marcus to open up to him by acting a clown each different Saturday he shows up to the diner. One day he tries to teach Marcus how to skate. Another day he helps him turn on the jukebox (that Marcus Really wanted on but was too stubborn to ask for help or look like he didn't know how to use it) , and another day he dances with him to the jukebox play!! One day Marcus even orders a milkshake but it 'mistakenly' came with two straws and they share it (despite thanasis scolding giannis for not doing his job LMFAO)

OVERALL it's just a bunch of fun retro based softness and tropes, but eventually Giannis does figure out Marcus's name and he laughs at how basic it is LMAO.

But YEAH!!! There's some of the quick ideas I can tell off the top of my head!!! I tried to answer this asap but I just opened the ask so 😭 if I'm too late I'm sorry LANNDJS ALSO if this wasn't really the ship u wanted to hear stuff about, just lemme know!!!! I am free to jabber about anything !!!!

[hannah-deactivated20220725]

The Party (Mash-Up Story 2)

Characters: Creators

Frederique: @maxgraybooks Kyler: @writingonesdreams Osric: @abalonetea Zazu: @vermontwrites Niko: @lordkingsmith Syvil: @kryskakikomi

Words: 1,482

The party was loud and boisterous... but exciting and exhilarating.

Everyone there was laughing and carrying on and just as Frederique came crashing into the building, he threw his hands up and yelled out (not that anyone could hear him over the music), “I’m here, everyone! The party can officially start!”

Some people nearby had seen him throw his hands up in the corner of their eyes and glanced over to see what the weirdo was doing but by the time they looked over, he was already wandering into the building to see who he should chat up first.

Meanwhile, Osric was already inside, chatting with some people by the snack bar, food in hand and giggling profusely. He was obviously already having a good time and was so glad he decided to come. This place was amazing! The lights twinkled overhead like stars in the night sky.

Everything was loud but exciting and it made him more excited to be here.

Frederique was making his way to the snack bar when he saw the familiar guy from the bar and walked up to him.

“You came!” His tone was excited as his eyes sparkled happily at seeing his new acquaintance... his hopeful future friend. He grinned at him and patted his shoulder. “I’m glad to see you here!”

Osric was beaming.

“Of course I came!” He said, cheeks starting to get sore from smiling so much that night. “Th-this has b-been fun! Th-thanks for th-the invite.”

Fredrique couldn’t help but to grin at that. “Of course, man. Let’s get a snack and dance!” Osric’s cheeks turned pink but, grateful for the invite, couldn’t say no.

Just as they grabbed their food and prepared to go dance, a looming character came into view. The other guy from the bar - the one that had turned his invitation down.

“Hey, it’s you!” Fredrique called, hurrying up to the guy. “You came! How did you know where this place was?”

Kyler glanced at the man and bit off a sigh. It was the loud guy from the bar.

“Oh, it’s you,” he said simply, grabbing a snack and then turning to watch everyone dancing and laughing and chatting. He longed to be holding conversation with someone, but the only person that was really approaching him to speak with him was someone that... as nice as he was, he could be a bit much.

“Come dance with us!” Frederique offered, extending a hand. “We can have a threesome dance crew!” He looked way too pleased with himself once the words were out.

Kyler said nothing at first. But just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, some guy ran into him, knocking his food to the floor.

“My apologies. Allow me to assist you,” the guy said, bending down to pick up the food and then glancing up at Kyler as he threw the food dropped away and grabbed him another. “I apologize for being so inattentive.”

The smallest smile cracked on Kyler’s face as he accepted the food and took a bite.

“No need to apologize. It wasn’t like it was deliberate.” Something sparked in the man’s eyes. Curiosity? Something... and Kyler shifted ever so slightly.

“Allow me to introduce myself. People call me Zazu,” he said, extending a hand to shake, which Kyler accepted.

“Kyler,” he returned with a polite smile.

“Nice to meet your acquaintance.” Zazu offered a returned smile and then turned to the snack bar to grab a snack of his own. While he turned around, Kyler was snatched by Frederique and Osric and dragged toward the dance floor.

“Hey, I never accepted your invitation to dance,” he said, clearly a little annoyed to be touched and forced to do something by complete strangers. “Unhand me!”

Osric quickly dropped his arm but Frederique had a grin on his face.

“Oh, come on, Kyler! We can get that guy jealous and all revved up.” Kyler’s eyes widened ever so slightly as he pulled his arm out of Frederique’s grip and backed up a couple of steps.

“Excuse me?”

“You know... you obviously think he’s attractive.” Kyler’s face and neck turned a little pink as he realized what he was saying and he took another step back, accidentally bumping into a dancing couple.

“Who gave you the right to assume such things?” The words were barely audible but it was clear the message behind them and suddenly Frederique was beginning to think maybe he had done something wrong.

“But-”

“Leave me be,” Kyler said quickly and turned to leave.

Damn it, Frederique had liked this strange man and now it seemed he had crossed a line he couldn’t take back.

He glanced at Osric, who shrugged, not really knowing what they should do. He bit his lip and glanced back at Kyler’s back just in time to see it disappear into the crowd. Then he turned back to Osric.

“Come on... let’s not let it ruin our night.” He smiled his usual grin and took his hand to drag him further into the dance floor and they danced and danced.

--

Zazu was still standing at the food bar when Kyler, still red and upset, started to walk past. He watched him quietly before electing to see what had happened.

He followed him outside and cleared his throat.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked, not really wanting to push things but feeling like something happened back there. After all, a politician must seem approachable or else people won’t vote for him, right? “Want a piece of cake?”

Kyler froze and turned to stare at him quietly.

“I’m fine,” he said after a bit. “Just gonna go back to my hotel.” Zazu studied him for a second before responding.

“You should stay. I won’t bombard you the way that guy did but...” he shrugged, making it clear he had no intention of finishing the statement.

Kyler studied his eyes for the sincerity that was clear in them before burying his hands deep into his pockets.

“Sure... why not.” The slightest smile broke out on his face while Zazu led the way back into the building, passing a couple of guys, one of which was smoking and begin dragged toward the party building.

--

A young man was being dragged into a party by someone he’d only known a short amount of time.

“I really don’t like parties,” he protested.

“Neither do I but my daughter insists I need more of a life,” the second man said simply. “Come on, we won’t be here long.”

The two made their way inside, and as soon as they heard the music, their noses wrinkled in distaste.

“Hey, let’s go somewhere else,” the first man offered, looking around the building. “This place is loud and there are too many people.”

The well-dressed redhead could not deny that his new acquaintance was... well, not wrong about those observations.

“Yes. Let’s get milkshakes.” Honestly, he had the cherry they always put on top in mind when he made the suggestion. “I wonder if we can request an extra cherry...”

The smoking blonde put out his cigarette only to light another.

“Hmm, alright. I guess as long as we don’t have to stay here.” Just as the bouncer for the party was about to come tell him to put out his cigarette, they made their way back outdoors.

“You know where a good milkshake place is around here?”

The redhead pulled his phone out and googled milkshake places in the area and chose one. “We’ll go here,” he said, quick to decide and then pocketing his phone once more. “We’ll call a cab.”

“I’d rather not...” Niko frowned but shrugged.

“Okay, what would you rather do?”

“I drove. Just come with me.”

“Alright.” The two piled into Syvil’s car and drove off in silence. Not even the radio played as they drove to a nearby parlor and walked in for milkshakes.

As they sat to eat, they both remained quiet. Simply eating together was enough. It wasn’t as though the two were trying to become best friends. After all, Niko had his best friends - his daughter and his twin. He didn’t need any more. And Syvil felt pretty similarly. He didn’t need a whole bunch of friends to feel completely or satisfied with his existence.

However, even with that thought, he couldn’t help the way his eyes drifted down to Niko’s arms, imagining what kind of hugs he’d give. He bet he would be a great hugger.

A light blush colored his cheeks, which he quickly hid by taking a long drink of his milkshake until it went away.

Niko did notice this and lifted an eyebrow but said nothing.

Finally, they finished their shakes and left together. Once more driving in silence, Syvil dropped Niko off and then went home.

And that was the last time they saw each other.

END.

[winifredsandersonsbitch]

“Working Girl”

Spike x Reader, BTVS

Warnings: spoilers, cursing, angst.

Set a few weeks after Joyce’s death. Reader has been picking up extra graveyard shifts and Spike catches them leaving the house at an ungodly hour.

You closed the door to the house quietly, work bag in hand, and locked up. You were certain that neither of your younger sisters had heard you leave, but you hovered on the porch for an extra minute just in case. Then you turned around and crashed straight into a certain vampire.

“Not as stealthy as you think, are you?” Spike asked, steadying you. “Where are you off to so late?”

You jerked backward, almost tripping over the step a second time. “Nowhere. What are you hiding?”

Spike tried to keep the flowers from your view, but you spotted the top of the bouquet peeking out from behind his back.

“Trying to win points with Buffy so she stops beating the shit out of you? Because if we’re being honest, I doubt she’ll let up. Having a walking, talking punching bag is too much fun.”

“I resent that.” Spike glowered at you and reached past you to place the flowers in front of the door. “Your mother was a nice lady. Not judgy like the rest of you. I’m paying my respects.”

“Pay your respects at the graveyard,” you said, pushing past him to your car. “You’re not welcome here.”

“Have none of you bloody noticed that I’ve been helping lately? You haven’t even had to pay me!”

“Excuse me while I nominate you for sainthood,” you snapped back. You unlocked your car door and turned to face him, gripping the handle so hard your knuckles turned white. “And get out of my driveway.”

“Look, I’m not trying to upset you, okay? I didn’t mean for anyone to see me come by.” He lowered his gaze, catching sight of your bag. “What are you doing here anyway?”

“None of your fucking business, that’s what.”

You slid into the driver’s seat, turned your key in the ignition, and rolled your windows down. Not because you had anything else to say to Spike, but because driving with the wind whipping through your hair was one of the only real pleasures you had these days, and you’d be damned if you let him take it from you.

“No need to get testy, pet. Just wondering if you want backup!” he called as you pulled out.

“You wouldn’t last two minutes where I’m going.”

“Try me.”

You ignored him, leaving him alone under the streetlights as you sped toward the diner. You were going to be late.

—

You changed into your uniform and entered through the employee door with seconds to spare, stopping to wash your hands before you greeted the cook and your fellow server. You didn’t mind the company, even if Don and Betty could be a little coarse. They kept you from totally losing it from sleep deprivation and the unruly customers.

Normally, the night shift would be slow, but Sunnydale had more than its fair share of teenagers and vampires, and both frequented The Homestead late at night. While you weren’t totally comfortable with either demographic, although you spent plenty of time with them both, they usually treated you well enough while you were on shift.

The only patrons you really minded were the truckers.

Now, you didn’t like to stereotype, so you tried your best to get along with anyone who had been sat in your section. Some of the men got a little handsy after a few drinks and normally you shrugged it off as long as you got tipped, but tonight it was hard to keep your smile from slipping. Especially when a certain someone showed up at one of your tables.

“Did you follow me here?” you hissed as you set down his water, mindful of the other customers.

“Maybe.” He gave you a self-satisfied smirk you knew all too well. “Fast, aren’t I?”

“Unless you’re going to order something—”

Spike slapped the menu down on the table and you winced. If you didn’t get him out soon, Don and Betty would notice the familiarity and pester you for the rest of the night about him, like they did every time you saw someone you knew. Bless them, they still thought you were too good for this place and felt more shame than you did when someone from outside life saw you here.

“Blueberry pancakes would be great, thanks, love.”

Suppressing a scowl, you rang in the order and cycled through your other tables while you waited for it. The whole time, you were uncomfortably aware of his eyes on your back, or, more accurately, your ass.

“Why are you here?” he asked loudly the next time you came close. Betty glanced over and then away just as quickly. Yep, you’d be hearing about this later.

“Funny, I was about to ask you the same thing.”

“Not to come off as a prat, but you look awful,” Spike continued, as if you hadn’t said anything. “You look like you haven’t slept in weeks. And I know your midterms are coming up and you have to watch Dawn when Buffy’s out. So why are you here?”

“Wow, stalk much?”

Spike bared his teeth in what might’ve been meant as a friendly grin and patted the seat next to him. “Come on, sweetheart. Pour your heart out.”

“If you haven’t noticed, I’m at work.” You looked over at the window to see your food cooling in plain view and your other customers trying to catch your eye. “I have to go.”

“If you stay, I’ll give you the biggest tip this place has ever seen,” Spike entreated. Your feet did still for a moment and you almost considered his offer, to your disgust.

Forcing yourself forward, you delivered all of the meals with an apology and a smile. When you got to Spike’s table, you dropped your eyes and only stilled long enough to ask if he needed anything else. Luckily, he had enough manners to let you off the hook. But when everyone else had cleared out and you were left to begin the cleaning for the next crew, he claimed a stool as you began wiping down the counter.

“I’m not trying to embarrass you, you know,” he said, leaning an elbow on the surface.

You knocked it off none-too-gently, scowling. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Don ceased his whistling in the back to listen in, and Spike eyed him warily, lowering his voice. “I just mean—don’t you have enough going on right now without this?”

“Enough? I have more than I could handle in a lifetime. But I don’t need you coming in here questioning me and my ability—”

“Love, calm down.” Spike reached out for your hand and then drew back, apparently thinking better of it. “I know you’re more than capable. I just don’t want to see you run yourself into the ground looking for a distraction.”

“A distraction?” Your laugh came out bitter and hurt and not your own. “I’m here because Mom’s dead and we have to pay the bills, not because I thought it would be fun to play the working woman. Buffy’s the Slayer and Dawn is... too little. So that leaves me. But don’t worry, Spike. I’ve had a job since I was fourteen. I know how to balance. You don’t have to worry about me ruining my fragile self esteem or my soft hands.”

At this, you took a long look at the hands in question, cracked from the heat of the grill and scrubbing at grime. You allowed yourself a moment of self indulgence, a mini daydream where you hit Spike square in the jaw and then walked out, but then you moved to clean the milkshake machine.

He was at a loss for words as he watched you scrub furiously at a chocolate syrup stain with tears pricking your eyes. He stayed quiet when you rotated to the tables and wrung out your towel, but then he rose. You were worried he was going to do something stupid like make some cutting remark you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself back or, worse, try to hug you, but he didn’t. He only grabbed a spare rag and joined you in silence.

You worked over the whole restaurant until the next shift arrived. Then you untied your apron and led Spike outside.

“Sun will be rising soon,” you said as he lit a cigarette and blew a thick cloud of smoke into the air.

“Yeah.”

“Aren’t you going to go?”

“Do you want me to?”

All night, you thought you had, but now you were grateful for the company. To not have your secret weigh so heavy on your heart.

“I’ll give you a ride back.”

He looked you over to see if you were joking and then clambered into your car before you could change your mind. You didn’t miss the quirk in his mouth when you rolled the windows all the way down or turned up the classic rock like you wanted to wake the neighbors. It felt good to be seen in these early hours, even though you were sure you smelled like fried food and you were aware that the bags under your eyes made you look a little ghoulish. Spike, you were positive, had seen worse.

He watched the change that came over you carefully as your drove off from work. Your shoulders squared themselves back, your chin lifted, and you breathed more easily. By the time you reached your street, you were even singing, although you made sure to dial it down before you reached the house.

It made him forget about the graveyard, even though he could see the first rays of sun begin to peek out from in between the trees.

“Uh, sweetheart,” he said finally, when you had turned the car off and unlocked his door. “Think you might’ve forgotten something.”

He raised his eyebrows pointedly, but you walked up the front steps anyway. When he didn’t follow, you sighed.

“Did you want to get burnt to a crisp today or what? Come on.”

When Spike’s forehead crinkled further, you grabbed his hand and pulled him along with you, making sure to formally invite him in.

“I figured you could benefit from sleeping in a real bed for once,” you said when you reached your bedroom, your cheeks beginning to redden for the first time. “It’s not like I’m using it. I have to leave for class in an hour.”

“Just like that?”

“It’s an early lab. I have time for a shower and breakfast, but yeah.” You drew the blinds for him and pointed to the bed. “Don’t do anything gross and don’t let Buffy or Dawn know you’re here.”

“When are you going to sleep?”

“When I get back.” You turned away to pick an outfit from your closet as Spike spread out on the bed. He picked at a thread in your pillow and then turned his attention to the piles of clothes you had yet to put away.

“Irregular sleep schedules aren’t good for humans, love,” Spike said, a little absentmindedly. His eyes were busy taking in everything about the space. He had never seen this much of it before. You had records packed into a crate under your bed, pictures strung up on the walls, paints and books and even a typewriter, none of which looked like they had been touched as of late.

“Neither is being homeless,” you quipped. “Which will definitely happen to us if no one’s making our payments on time.”

“You can’t keep this all going forever.”

His steady gaze made you squirm. You dropped your bra in your haste to get out of the room, and Spike took great pleasure in handing it to you just before you closed the bathroom door.

“It’s not forever,” you told him, resisting the urge to slam the door on his fingers. “I’m dropping next week.”

You shut the door gently before he could respond and turned on the shower. You stripped and left your clothes in a pile on the counter, ignoring Spike’s hammering on the wood. When you stepped in, you imagined the heat washing everything else away, but it was hard when he kept asking you questions through the door.

“You can’t drop out!” he was saying. “You’re the smart Summers.”

“I’m the booksmart Summers,” you corrected. You kept your voice low, not wanting to wake your sisters. “What good is that going to do me in a world of demons and bills? I need something that’s going to keep us fed now, not in four years.”

“Don’t you have a dad? Isn’t he sending you anything?”

You had to strain to hear Spike over the water and you only bothered because you were worried he might break down the door if you stopped responding.

“He’s still in Spain. And if we rely on his money, then we’re going to end up being disappointed sooner or later anyway. With his track record, I’m betting on sooner.”

Spike went quiet as you shampooed. You imagined him rifling through your underwear drawer or lifting up your mattress to try and find your diary, then shook the thoughts out. You conditioned, shaved your legs, and got dressed in the time it took him to get back his composure.

When you stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your dripping hair, he was waiting cross-legged in front of your bed, smoking furiously.

“Hey! You can’t do that in here, my sisters will know—”

“Why are you even finishing the week if you’re quitting anyway? At least stay and get some sleep. I’ll even tuck you in.”

He exhaled and smiled charmingly, the cat who got the canary, convinced he had you with his foolproof logic. You glared at him and stubbed his cig out, then tossed it in the trash.

“If all you’re going to do is challenge my life decisions, you can go back to your crypt. I don’t need any undead James Dean wannabe hanging around to criticize me.” You swiped your jacket off the chair beside him, kicking out when he tried to wrap a teasing hand around your ankle in an attempt to get you to lighten up. You caught a glimpse of him in your peripheral—hunched, guilty—and forced yourself to ease up.

“I like to learn,” you added quietly. “That’s the difference a week will make.”

Then you went downstairs to pour yourself some cereal.

—

When you came back from school, Spike was sitting up in your bed. He waited for you as you changed out of your jeans and then folded open the covers for you to slide in.

“I’ll take the floor if you want,” he said when you hesitated. “But you’re trembling, babe, you need to rest.”

He was right. You had almost fallen asleep in your last class three times, kept awake only by the snapping of the rubber band you kept on your wrist for those exact situations. You crawled in next to him.

Despite his decided coolness, it felt good to be close to someone. Especially someone who smelled so good. Almost like—

“Did you use my body wash?” you whispered, turning over to face him. If vampires could blush, Spike definitely did.

“Well, I... I wanted to be.... clean. Sorry.”

“Don’t be. It suits you.”

Your laugh turned into a yawn and Spike wrapped an arm around you tentatively. You were so tired that you leaned into it without assessing any of the risks you were now used to calculating.

“Just sleep, love,” Spike whispered as your eyes closed. “Relax.”

You were pretty far gone when you felt his lips on your forehead and his breath against the shell of your ear. Almost too far to hear him making you a promise to get the money you needed.

If you had been more coherent and less exhausted, you might’ve warned him off it or told him it was your responsibility. As it was, you just tightened your hold on his t-shirt, as if to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere.

[adricnwais-archived]

Madison / Adrian

Who in your OTP is the serial butt-slapper and who is constantly getting their beautiful butt slapped? Adrian does it a lot more often than Madison but they both take turns.

Who wants to be immortal and who wants to die before they’re old? Adrian would both probably want to die before he is old but Madison would want to live forever

Who smokes and who pulls the cigarette from between their lips every time they try to light one? Adrian is the smoker and Madison pulls the cigarette out, but it sometimes it's the other way around if Maddie gets too drunk.

Who always has cold hands and who is always warming them up for them? Madison has the cold hands whilst Adrian is basically a heater

Who plays candy crush in important meetings and who elbows them in the ribs to make them pay attention? Adrian plays candy crush whilst Maddie is the responsible one.

Who can fall asleep anywhere (and does) and who has to put them to bed? Adrian can fall asleep anywhere and Madison makes sure that there is a blanket over him.

Who is the genius procrastinator who wings every test but still comes away with straight As, and who takes preparation and conscientious work very seriously? They both take turns depending on the subject.

Who takes their coffee black and who likes it with milk and two sugars, getting called a pussy by Person A? Adrian drinks black coffee and Madison likes it sweet but he doesn't tease her too much over it.

Who initially seems shady but turns out to be a cinnamon bun, and who initially seems like a cinnamon bun but turns out to be shady? Adrian is the shady but is a cinnamon bun whilst Madison is the cinnamon bun but shady.

Who moans and talks with their mouth full whenever they eat good food, and who tells them to stfu but can’t help laughing? Adrian talks with his mouth full and Madison tells him to shut up.

Who gives the bear hugs and who is always sidling up to them and snaking their arms around their waist? Adrian gives the bear hugs and Madison hugs him around the waist.

Who still buys juice boxes and fruit snacks to put in their lunch? Adrian buys the juice boxes and fruit snacks but Madison picks which flavours.

Who packs the other’s lunch and who repays them in sexual favours? They both take turns at packing each other's lunch.

Who leaves notes in the other’s lunch and who tells them they’re dumb (but secretly has a collection of every note Person A has ever written them)? Adrian leaves the most notes but Madison does it every now and then.

Who unconsciously holds their breath the first time they kiss, and who pulls back and says, “Breathe…”? Adrian tells Madison to breathe when they kiss.

Who gets arrested for a petty crime they committed by accident and who bails them out? Adrian gets bailed out by an annoyed Maddie.

Who grabs the other’s hand just as they’re getting out of bed and pulls them back under for cuddles? Adrian pulls Madison back into bed

Who gets mad about something unrelated to Person B and punches the wall, and who patches it up and kisses it better? Adrian does the wall punching and Madison fixes him up

Who has the plain black phone case and who ordered one with cat ears off ebay? Adrian has the black phone case and Madison has the cute one from ebay.

Who likes to drive with the music blaring and who is too shy to sing along? Adrian blares the music and Madison is the one who is too shy to sing.

Who’s the fantastic kisser and who has the beautiful eyes? Madison is the better kisser and Adrian has the beautiful eyes.

Who has the sunshine smile and who has the seductive gaze? Adrian has the sunshine smile and Madison has the seductive gaze.

Who gets offended by the intensity of the other’s crush on a celebrity? Probably Adrian? But in general, I don't think they would get too offended by celeb crushes

Who is embarrassed that they have to wear glasses sometimes and who wants them to wear them in bed? Probably neither them is embarrassed or wears glasses to bed.

Who cheats on the other then immediately begs for their forgiveness? Adrian. He is most likely to fuck up.

Who is the jealous one and asks why the other was being so flirty all night, and who is oblivious to their own charms? Adrian will get jealous and Madison will be the oblivious one.

Who orders a milkshake with their food and who orders a soda? They both order a soda.

Who runs their battery down to 1% and who feels the need to charge theirs at 80%? Adrian will run his phone down to 1% and Madison will charge her phone at 80%.

Who has the excellent singing voice and is always singing around the house (and for Person B), but has no interest in going professional? Adrian has a decent singing voice and is always singing whilst doing chores.

Who would rather be barefoot if the setting is appropriate, and who has the huge and spectacular shoe collection (possibly also socks)? Adrian will walk around barefoot and Madison has the shoe collection.

Who takes their liquor on the rocks and who likes it neat? It depends on the liquor but they both take it on the rocks.

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