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bonny-kookoo · 3 years

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Make Me | 🔞 | JJK x Reader

Pairing:Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Romance, Lowkey kinda crack, Smut, slight angst

Wordcount: 3.4k (its pretty short since I plan on giving you guys random smut-shots for this, so a lot of the scenes didn't make it into this one.)

Tags/warnings: Playful teasing, swearing, name calling, slight hair pulling, smut, usage of toys (remote controlled), slight angst, they be fighting a lil, it's a pretty low-carb meal really, very lightweight, okay I don't think there's anything else to say

Summary: Jungkook and you; a couple that's not only connected under the name of lovers- but best friends and enemies as well.

Jungkook is absolutely in love with you.

That may be hard to believe, considering the two of you currently fighting on the couch over the last bite of your burger. You're not play-fighting like cutesy couples either, no; you're both acting as if starvation was the only alternative.

Its really not; there's plenty other takeout still on the table.

"I paid for this shit you ungrateful bitch!" He laughs out as you stuff the bite into your mouth, hands high in triumph. "I can't believe you sometimes." He mumbles, watching you chew and swallow before he attacks again. He's careful with you, although it might not seem that way. Jungkook wouldn't dare to injure you in any way, always getting apologetic every time he accidentally bruises your skin. He pins your arms on the couch, predatory eyes staring at you as you raise your eyebrows.

"What'cha gonna do about it?" You challenge, and he groans out as he lets you go.

"Fuck you!" He says, and you laugh out loud. "Don't make me fucking pop a boner- I don't wanna eat cold french fries!" He whines while reaching for said food item, and you shrug as you reach for the pack of chicken nuggets, opening a tiny tub of sauce. "I can't believe you." He chuckles, unable to hold up his facade of being upset about all of it.

He really isn't.

Everyone of his friends thinks its weird- the relationship you two had. He himself however always felt like he had won the jackpot with you; he had a hot girlfriend he didn't have to change anything for. There was no need to be all romantic and cheesy and make himself into someone he wasn't. Being gentle was no requirement with you; you were his absolute best friend, and also lover at the same time.

He had it all with you.

Hard to believe, but Jungkook had been very realistic about it with you. Of course it had been exciting when you two had hooked up for the first time- but the more he got to know you, the more he fell in love with your honest nature and loving personality. You were passionate about your art, never let someone talk down on you, always spoke your mind. You were a challenge, a tiger waiting to be tamed, and Jungkook was as ready as he had ever been to try and do just that. Because right now you were young, you were wild, and one day, you'll have lived all of your dreams. Somewhere deep down, he already imagines it. Sometimes. The way he'll buy a house for you two, how he'll marry you and knock you up to make his family complete.

But for now, you were simply two young lovers in the moment.

Theres a drop of sauce on the top of your breast, and you don't even notice the way Jungkook stares as you wipe it off with your finger, licking it clean like second nature. He's furrowing his brows as he throws his head back, pure agony in his voice as he growls out. "God what is it now?" You playfully complain, last bite of your food gone in your mouth as you look at him with amusement. "Don't tell me you're still hard." You say.

"Fuck off, it's your fault!" He laughs out, unable to quite conceal how funny the entire situation seems to him as well. "Can't you sit on my dick while I finish my food?" He whines, pouting expression thrown your way as you give him a look that says more than you could with words. "Okay yeah saying that out loud makes it sound weird." He mumbles, speeding up his speed as he finishes his food. He swallows after a moment, leaning back on the couch as he gives himself a moment to settle. Maybe he'll come down on his own.

But then again, as he looks at you, he has to remember what his mother always told him.

'don't let the food get cold'

And its your laughter in his ears that makes him smile as he crawls over you, pulling your shirt over your head as he decides no; he doesn't want to wait.

"Jungkookie, LOOK!" You exclaim as he walks inside your studio, watching as you were petting a massive dog. Maybe a great dane? Mastiff? It didn't matter at all- because you were so happy his attention wasn't on the animal next to you at all. "He's so cute, aren't you?" You say, squishing the dogs head a little. Jungkook laughs.

"Please don't tell me you want a dog now." He says, and you look at him with large eyes. "No, please, we can barely take care of ourselves right now!" He laughs. "Bring it up again when you can walk stairs without stumbling." He teases, and you stare daggers at him.

"At least I'm not scared of the fucking microwave." You mumble, as you stand up, the customer absolutely entertained by the two of you. Jungkook slaps your butt as an answer to your teasing, making you squeal scandalized. "Jungkook! That's public indecency!" You exclaim, and Jungkook laughs as he sits down on a chair in the waiting lounge you're standing in.

"If that's true I gladly get arrested." He says, and you roll your eyes as you say your goodbyes to the customer and his very lovable pet, getting your stuff to walk over to him. "Good to go?" He asks, and you nod, walking out next to him as you spot his car outside- or rather, the small van his company provided him. You have had your suspicions already as he was still wearing his work attire- this sight now spoke out clearly what you were fearing.

"Jungkook no-" You whine, and he sighs, silently telling you were right. "You promised no more overtime!" You said. "We were supposed to have a nice weekend!" You say, genuinely upset, and he can see it; the look in your eyes is pure disappointment, brows scrunched up as your shoulder slump down. "You promised." You mumble, as he opens the passenger door for you, letting you get inside the car.

"I'm sorry, but Tae called in sick and they asked who could take his shift." He explained as he drove home, well knowing that this was no excuse for you. But instead of voicing that out like you usually did, you were silent.

He did not like that.

"I'm really sorry." He says again, but you're still not answering him. "Baby?" He tries, but you're looking out the window, not sparing him even a glance. He knows he fucks up sometimes, but this is entirely new territory for him. Never had he had to deal with you genuinely upset with him, at least not to this extend- because at the moment it seemed as if you were ready to open that door at the next red light and walk right away from him.

The thought alone made him shudder- and not in a good way.

He tries again, but this time you speak; voice quiet, serious, and way too formal for him to feel comfortable with. "Just bring me home Jungkook." The way you say his name makes him bite the inside of his cheek. He's now upset at himself as well. He knew how much you had been looking forward to a shared weekend together. He should've not said anything when they asked who could take over the shift.

And as he came to a stop in front of your shared apartment, it only got worse. Because for the first time, you just got out of his car, closing the door, and went into the apartment complex.

You didn't give him his kiss to the cheek like you did every time- even when you were mad.

You didn't say goodbye.

You didn't even look back.

"I don't want you gone all the time." You whine out as you hold onto him, his hands on your back as he helps you stay where you are on his lap, your head in his neck as you breath heavily. "I need you." You say, and its one of the rare moments you're open like that. He's eating it up, drinking it in, as he holds you, palms all over your bare skin while you move lazily.

"I know, I'm sorry, I really am." He breathes out, placing kisses to your shoulder, helping you rock on his cock so you won't have to do all the work. "I need you too, I really do, I'm sorry." He mumbles, slipping out of you for a moment before he lays you flat on the bed, guiding his length back inside you as he looms over your body, kissing your skin as if he's worshipping you, as if he can't get close enough to you, his hands holding onto your middle as he keeps you stable while he pushes into you slowly.

"Faster-" You beg him, but he shakes his head, not picking up his pace at all as you whine. "Kookie please-" You say, and he shakes his head again.

"No, we got time." He argues back, and you open your eyes at that, looking to the side. "What is it?" He asks.

"We don't." You say. "You have to get up early tomorrow." You say, and Jungkook shakes his head, making you roll your eyes for a moment as you want to continue- but he shuts you up with a well practiced hand on your clit, your body reacting instantly as your toes curl up. "Jungkook-"

"I don't." He says, gritting his teeth as he finally picks up his pace. "I took time off." He breathes out. "Told them I need the weekend." His hand is eager to have you come undone underneath him as your legs move, heels digging into the small of his back as you snake them around his body the best you can considering the size difference. "Told them I got my girlfriend at home, and guess what?" He asks, and you mewl at his antics. "No one's gonna call me up. Phone's on airplane mode." You're suddenly frantic, hands gripping the bedsheets underneath you as he doesn't let up, smiles into your neck as he bites and sucks his marks. "They can fuck off while I fuck you." He whispers, and you suddenly snap, back arching as you come, his violent thrusting making you sob dryly, fingers reaching for his arms as you dig them into his inked skin.

That's your art underneath his skin, safely tucked away to be guarded from time. That's your ink on his body, your way of making him yours. And this, the way he mouths and nibbles and bites and kisses- that's his way of making you his.

He slips out, desperately rutting into his own hand as he cums onto your lower belly, his release staining the sheets below.

But it doesn't matter in that moment.

He gladly cleans up afterwards.

"Would you ever wanna live in New Zealand?" You ask him, as he makes sure not to burn any of the food on the grill.

It's your yearly holiday trip, this time in the cold of new Zealand, a camping van your home for the two weeks you'd decided to travel the country. "I mean, why not?" He tells you, turning a piece of meat over, before he looks at you sitting next to him, all bundled up in his way too large puffer jacket. It's already large on him- so it almost swallows you whole. But it also awakens something inside him, seeing you wear his clothes like that. He feels protective, weirdly so.

"Hmhm." You say. "The people seem nice here." You say, and then you rest your head against his shoulder, making him smile as his arm wraps around you- a movement almost instinctual at this point. "But I don't know, won't we miss home?" You wonder, and Jungkook shrugs.

"I don't really need a home as long as you're with me." He says, speaking it out loud without thinking as you suddenly detach from him. He looks at you, worried he might've said something too much, but you look at him so.. he can't describe it. Your lips are on his in the next second, before you go to the van to retrieve some paper plates.

"Oh my god, that was-" You say, balancing cutlery in your arm. "-The most romantic fucking thing you've ever said!" You say, putting everything onto the camping table as he chuckles. "No, I mean it. That was so movie-worthy!" You say. "I feel like I'm in a K-Drama!" You exclaim, and he laughs.

"They don't swear that much in K-Dramas." He corrects you playfully, but still smiles. "But yeah I get you. Sometimes I feel like this isn't real too. Too good to be true and all that." He says, and you suddenly squeal, making him look at you.

"Stop!" You say, before you hug him tightly.

You're looking through clothing items when you suddenly feel it.

The sudden buzzing right inside you, making your foot studder in its step as you try to conceil your reaction as best as you can. You can feel your thighs clenching, muscles contracting as the feeling of the bullet vibrator. And one look towards Jungkook sitting on a chair in front of the dressing stalls makes you want to punch him right in his pretty face.

He's got his hand inside his sweater pocket, smirking slightly at your struggle as he doesn't seem to care who's sitting next to him- or who could see you and connect the dots. He likes things like that; the slight thrill of getting caught and the literall proof that you had given him all control making him feel absolute bliss.

You're more concerned about the fact that you're about to cum.

Right inside this fucking store.

You shoot him daggers, and he simply has the audacity to smile, shrugging his arms as if he's got no idea what you mean. He tones it down a little, turning it off for now when he felt like he'd tortured you enough; stripping you of your orgasm as well. You want to whine out, complain, but you simply but the clothes back where they belong, walking up to him. "Oh? Nothing caught your eye baby?" He asks innocently, and you simply smile, shaking your head. "Alright." He says, getting up to walk out with you.

And its inside the car after he had parked in a secluded spot on a scarcely lit parking lot that he turns the device on again. "I have to say.." He starts, watching you squirm in the passenger seat, hands instantly clenching into fists as your legs squeeze together. "I'm not mad anymore I almost paid a hundred bucks for this thing." He tells you. "Feels good baby?" He asks, and you nod- but its not enough for Jungkook. "I can't hear you." He tells you, and you have to cut yourself off to not moan out loud.

"I-t.. ah- feels good.." You somehow get out, squirming and slowly growing desperate as he keeps the setting low- too low for you to actually cum. He's enjoying the show for a moment, until he reaches underneath his drivers' seat, fumbling around before the seat rolls back, making more room. You know what's going to happen next. "Can I-?" You start, and he nods, helping you safely onto his lap.

"You look so pretty like this." He praises, hands underneath your clothing as he gently fondles your breasts- enjoying the fact you've decided to skip the bra today. "Hm?" He humms against your skin, before he leans back, switching onto the highest setting. He doesn't even need to touch himself to get off, he knows that already; the sight in front of you enough to get him going. You're erratic at this point, Hips rutting into nothing as you hold your hands awkwardly in front of your mouth. Jungkook reaches out, letting you hold onto him, and he feels weirdly loving at the sight of you holding onto him so desperately. "Oh?" He suddenly asks, noticing you stutter. "Cum baby. Come on." He urges, and you want to tell him its too much, too much, but then you suddenly cum, and he tones it down a little, letting you ride it out as you clumsily fondle him over his jeans- only a few movements enough for him however to come undone inside his pants. "Shh, you're good, good job, good girl." He humms out, letting you rest against his chest for a moment, closing his eyes as he enjoys the moment with you.

He's really not mad about the hundred bucks anymore.

One thing Jungkook had come to live with was the fact that you loved everything cute.

You collected anything pink and soft and cute, plushies being his go-to present because he knew that would always be a bullseye-shot with you. They're all over the place, but Jungkook doesn't mind. Even though he can't understand the appeal of some of them, he himself understands the appeal of collecting things. And he's also not one to judge- having accepted you with every piece and habit you have.

That doesn't mean he doesn't tease you for it.

"Why's the rat wearing old granny clothes?"jungkook snorts, jumping over the back of the couch to sit next to you, who is currently trying to sew a hole on your melody plush toy shut.

"Shut up, Melody isn't a rat!" You mumble, making Jungkook chuckle as he eats his popsicle, watching you work. He really likes how delicate your hands are; they fit nicely in his hands whenever he holds them. Yours get cold a lot- and he likes giving you some warmth whenever he can.

Anything for you.

"I think its a rat." He tells you, giggling boyishly when you throw your head back, groaning. He gets up to walk into the kitchen to throw the wooden stick of his treat away, as he hears you.

"Well detective melody thinks you're a little bitch." You retort. And only seconds later, jungkook is behind you, looking over your shoulder to check if its clear- he doesn't want you to hurt yourself with the needle. Once he's made sure, he grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling it back so you're looking at him upside down.

"You wanna say that again sweetheart?" He growls out, and your sparkling eyes shout mischievously at him from below.

He loves the powerplay.

But this time you decide to ge cute, holding the stuffed toy into his face as you giggle. "Its melodys words, not mine!" You argue, and he laughs, before he pushes the toy aside, pressing a kiss to your nose before he walks back into the kitchen again. "Although I can't argue with whats been said-" you start, and Jungkook shouts from the kitchen as you laugh.

"I wasn't a little bitch last night when I was balls deep in-" he starts, and you scream over his words, scandalized.

"Jungkook, not when melody is listening!"

"So.." Jimin started, looking at your hand. "You wanna explain that expensive ass thing?" He asks, before he slaps the table. "Don't tell me its real!" He asks, eyes wide as you laugh.

"Why, you wanna steal n' sell?" You challenge, and he shakes his head, now a little more serious.

"No, I just wondered. He popped the question or not?" He asks, and you can't help the grin that spreads onto your cheeks. But before any of you can answer, the man in question walks inside, having heard the conversation.

"I did, and that means you can fuck off Park." He challenges, roughly pushing the elder away with a hand on his head, making everyone laugh at their antics. "How's my fiance doing?" He asks. "Still walking like a newborn babydeer?" He teases, and you smack his head with a printout you had rolled up. "Ow, you literally told me to go hard, don't be mad now!" He says, before running away from your red-faced form, chasing him with the printouts around the studio.

Yeah, some things never change.

And that's ok.

(c)Bonny-Kookoo. Don't try reposting on AO3 or your mom's facebook. I got eyes everywhere.

#bts imagine #bts #bts fanfic #jungkook imagine #bts fic #bts smut #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts reactions #Make Me! AU

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chaeiimimi · 3 years

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HEY BUBS! I HOPE YOU’RE DOING GREAT, PART TWO WAS SUCH A BOMB AS WELL ALDJAKDJA I’M LOWKEY GETTING BABY FEVER ALREADY AT THIS POINT LMAO JK AKSJAKS IF YOU HAVE TIME, I’D LIKE TO REQUEST OSAMU / SUNA / OIKAWA / AKAASHI ALDHAKS ANY OF THEM WOULD BE FINE UWU 😫

HEY BUBS I’M SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY BFIWBFIWBF MY LIFE’S BEEN PRETTY CRAPPY LATELY, I’M GLAD YOU LIKED THE SECOD PART AAAAA STAY HAPPY AND HEALTHY BUBS ILY <3

Haikyuu Boys and a Single Mom Pt. 3

Featuring: Suna, Bokuto, Kenma

Suna Rintaro

despite being a professional volleyball player, Suna was still a university student, he evenly splits up his days to go to volleyball practice and university

he was always dreading to go to university, but he knew he needed it, and you, being his seating beside you in three classes, made university bearable

you had this amazing aura, always so gentle, and kind, you had a soft smile plastered on your face almost like a motherly smile, your voice was always calm and soft, you were just so breath-taking to look at

although you two never talked that much, Suna already knew a lot of little details about you, he once drove pass you walking to the kindergarten just one street away from your university, he knew that you carry a container of fruits in your bag, you always left as soon as classes for the day was over, and that was only a few among a hundred of little things about you

Suna admired you from afar, as much as he likes you so much it physically hurts him, love just wasn't his priority, his priority was volleyball and his career

or at least he thought

life surely has a great sense of humor because somehow you guys ended up being partners for a thesis paper

"I look forward to working with you Suna" you smiled

"likewise" he says with his usual blank face

Suna didn't want to admit it, but he was excited

"so, where do we work on this?" he asks looking at the notes he took for that class

"well, we can work on it at my place" you say casually while also looking at your notes

"are you sure it's okay?" he asks again to make sure, this girl, the person he's been crushing on for his two years in university is now inviting him to her place

"yeah, i can't really spend a lot of time outside, my son hates it"

and just like that Suna was having a mini heart attack, you were married? you have a son? what-

“hey, you alright?” you asked worriedly

Suna quickly composed himself

“uhh y-yeah, won’t your husband get angry?” he asks

“oh don’t worry I raise Kiro by myself” you smiled

Suna looked at you strangely, unable to keep up

you chuckled at his dazed look “I’m a single mother”

Suna almost breathed out a sigh of relief, thankfully he was able to stop himself or else you would get the wrong idea

“yeah, yeah sure, let’s work on it at your place” he snapped out of it, did he sound too happy to hear that you were single? yes, but we ain’t gonna talk about that

what was your ex thinking? he was pretty sure your kid was cute and you were so breath-taking to look at, what a stupid guy

“what does your son likes?”

“hm?” you asked him to make sure you heard him right

“what does your son likes?”

later in the evening, Suna showed up at your place with chocolate chip ice cream and the most expensive sushi he could find

you worked on your project for a good two hours, finalizing the outline of the thesis, while Kiro sat on Suna’s lap, your son immediately liked him, maybe because of the ice cream and sushi , but Kiro was very fond of him

“Kiro, baby, get off of Suna’s lap please he might get tired” you said to your son while you were keeping the things you used

“I don’t mind, he’s surprisingly light” Suna says as he bounces Kiro on his lap

“alright, if you say so, I’m going to prepare snacks” you made your way to the kitchen and left the two in the living room

“mister rin-rin” Kiro whispers while tugging on Suna’s shirt

“hm?” he answers looking at the kid, he was right, Kiro was extraordinarily adorable, it felt like he was looking at a smaller boy version of you and it was making her heart go feral, making him break his rules and try his best to get the both of you

“i want you to be my daddy” he whispers while fiddling with his fingers shyly

please this man is about to combust

he pats the boy’s head “sure bud” he said with a smile

“then can I call you dad?” he asks , eyes sparkling

“well it’s better to start early right? sure you can bud” he says, a full-blown grin plastered on his usually stoic face

Bokuto Koutaro

the flashing and clicking of cameras occupied the whole room where the MSBY Jackals were holding their post-game press conference, they won the game by the way and Bokuto was in high spirits answering questions thrown at him by the reporters

it was your turn to ask a question to the players and you stood up “Bokuto-san, your fans are always wondering why you’re always in high spirits, what is your secret?”

Bokuto has never seen you before, were you a knew reporter? because damn he would’ve noticed you immediately if you were on their past press conferences, you looked like a celebrity to be quite honest

“I’m playing volleyball, there’s no room for me to be unhappy” he simply says

it was you first day at your new job, quite frankly, you’re glad you quitted your old one, they forced you to stay behind the camera and write scripts for anchors when you finished a bachelor degree on broadcasting

“Can’t blame him, I’m also happy when I do my job” you mumble to yourself as you remembered Bokuto’s answer to your question

“mama!” you looked at your son who was in the arms of your cousin Kuroo

“hey thanks for doing this for me couz” you say as they stopped right in front of you

“mama! have you seen the game?! they were so awesome! Uncle Tetsu promised me to go meet MSBY!” your son happily jolts in his Uncle’s arm

you looked at him with a motherly smile, happy that you’re son enjoyed the game

“you coming with us?” Kuroo asked

“you two go ahead I’ll just rest for a bit” you were tired with keeping up with the game and asking questions

the two nodded “alright, just show this to the guard and they’ll let you enter” Kuroo says, handing you a pass

you mutter a small thank you as you watch them walk away

let’s just say Gen, your son, was liked by every single member of the team, I mean, who could ever dislike such an adorable kid?

“MSBY cool! Shoyo pwaaa! Boto bam!” he says while jumping up and down, while Kuroo watched his nephew smiling

Bokuto was particularly very fond of him, was it because the kid was unbelievably adorable? or was it because the kid reminded him of a certain reporter? He’d like to think both

“Gen-kun who’s yer fav’rite player eh?” Atsumu asks the kid

the kid looked at eight full-grown man looking at him expectantly, his eyes stopped on the black-and-white haired spiker and made grabby hands towards him “BOUTO! BOUTO!”

the members were disappointed but not surprised at all, kids tend to go to Bokuto or Hinata since they have the friendliest faces

“HEY! HEY! HEEEY!” Bokuto did not hesitate and lifted the boy up in the air, as they both giggle

“Tetsu?” your voice interrupted the commotion inside the room

Kuroo went to the door and opened it for you and the first thing you saw was your son giggling with the person stuck in your head for about twenty minutes now

“Mama!” your son screamed as soon as he saw you and asked to be put down to run towards you giving you a hug on your leg you looked down at him and patted his head gently

Kuroo cleared his throat “this is Y/N L/N my cousin, the mother of adorable the adorable Gen, she is single and ready to mingle, 2 in 1 you get an adorable son and a lovely wife, contact me for more details, the price can be discussed”

you deadpanned at your cousin, why tf was he selling you like an auction, you shook your head

you were hyper aware of the intensity of the owl-eyed spiker, making you blush

while Bokuto was over here thinking, damn he hit the jackpot an adorable son and an absolutely gorgeous wife? you bet he’s in and he’s gonna do everything he can to win you and make you and your son happy

“I’m sorry about him, please excuse me, my son and I needs to leave” you said politely and bowed as you take your son away

unbeknownst to you, Bokuto was in the middle of business with your cousin

“hey, how much for the details?” Bokuto whispers to his bestfriend as if they were in the middle of an illegal transaction

Kuroo looked at his friend with eyebrows raised

“I’ll pay any amount” Bokuto was very serious, which made the former Nekoma captain burts out laughing

“well, since you’re my good friend, a few drinks will do” Kuroo after his hyena laugh session

“Hey! hey! hey! thanks Kubroo!” Bokuto says in his usual cheery voice

later that night, you wondered why you were having dinner with your son, your cousin, and the former captain of Fukurodani, how he managed to get you flowers in such a short amount of time and this late at night was beyond your knowledge. But you weren’t complaining though, how could you when he looked adorable with a flushed face asking for your number after driving you and your son home.

Kenma Kozume

Kenma wasn’t fond of kids, he didn’t disliked them, he just preferred hanging out with adults who were less hyper, proceeds to hangout with Bokuto, Hinata and Kuroo

but he was a gamer and it is inevitable that some of his fans were kids, he didn’t mind it though he is thankful to each and everyone of his fans

being the twenty-eight year old youtuber/CEO that he is, he barely have time to go out and it happened very rarely, and today happened to be one of those rare occasions as he got out to get some ice cream in a very hot summer day

but he was in a for surprise, at an empty alley, he heard a ruckus

“give it back! please give it back!”

it was never in Kenma’s personality to pry, but something was pushing him to go check out what was going on

he went inside to the dark alley and saw four boys, about eight years old, one was in the middle, his clothes all crumpled and dirty, his bag empty, his things sprawled out, scattered in front of him

“you want this thing? it’s not even the latest model, you think kodzu-”

Kenma cleared his throat, already able to register what was happening

“ken” the bully continued

“you know kids, I don’t really like bullies” Kenma starts as he walks towards the little boy, picking up his scattered things one by one and putting it in his bag

“leave, before I report you to your school” Kenma says stoically which made one of the boys drop the game console in his hand as the three of them scramble to get out of the dark alley

the little boy picked up the game console and tried to open it, but to no avail, it was broken

Kenma went closer as he handed him his bag

“are you okay?” he asked as he crouch down to the boy’s level, it was obvious that he was not okay, his face had little scratches and his clothes were all dirty and slightly damped

but the little boy meekly nodded and looked down on his game console, which Kenma noticed

“I can get you a new one” he says in attempt to cheer up the little boy, he didn’t know what was pushing him to do so, but his heart broke at the sight of him broke his heart

“mister Kodzuken, can you please get this fixed for me instead?” for the first time, the boy looked at him with sad eyes

how could he say no to that face? he took the game console and looked at the boy

“is there a reason why you want me to fix it?” he asks

“my mom worked hard to get me that on my birthday, she didn’t buy her favorite coffee, her favorite bread, she patched up her shoes instead of buying a new one, she even lied to me that she wasn’t hungry when we ate out, I don’t wanna make her sad” the boy sadly said and wore his bag

Kenma was in awe, no wonder this boy was so polite and respectful

“alright, how but I’ll call your mother now, she is needed in this situation” Kenma says as he takes out his phone

the boy slowly dictates his mom’s phone number, and when he was done, Kenma was speechless, the number was already registered as his secretary’s number

Kenma shakily presses the call button

“sir?” your voice from the other line, never seize to make his heart skip a beat

“Y/n do you happen to have a son?” his voice was still calm

“yes, how did you know sir? i have a son he’s name is Eiji, he’s eight” you happily told him

“well, I kinda caught some kids bullying him, I think that you’re needed here” he says calmly

“oh no, my baby, i’ll be there ASAP sir, please do send the location”

“I’ll send the location to my driver, he’ll pick you up” Kenma says and hangs up as he send a quick messege and the location to his driver

Kenma was supposed to ask you out tomorrow, that was the reason why he didn’t go to the office today, he was going to surprise you at his place because he didn’t want you, the girl he liked to the horrible people of the internet

you were too pure, too kind, you always made sure to get him something to eat despite his resistance, made sure that he doesn’t overwork himself and even going to the extent where you do some of his workloads, of course he trusted you enough to do so and you’ve been working with him for four years now

but you had a child? did you have a husband? but you’re resume said that you were single? is it a boyfriend?

“you know mister Kodzuken, mama always talks about you when I ask her about her day, I think she’s got a little crush on you” Eiji smiled softly at him

which almost made the former setter melt into a puddle, the boy was adorable, and even if his original plan was to just date you, he was more than happy to have Eiji, having a mini you around made it all even better, he wasn’t fond of kids but the little boy infront of him was an exception

“I think, I can make that happen” he smiles softly

the day after you appeared looking distressed, talked to your son’s bullies and their parents at the school’s principal office with Kenma and Eiji seating beside you, you were now inside your boss’ house, he was asking you to be his girlfriend, your son happily jumping up and down beside him

how could you say no, when four years ago, you were only dreaming of this moment?

#kenma x reader #bokuto x reader #suna rintaro x y/n #suna x reader #kenma kozume #Bokuto Koutarou #suna rintaro #haikyuu scenarios

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astromaki · 3 years

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little puppy - trainee!izuku midoriya x ceo'sdaughter!reader (x shoto todoroki) (1379 words)

tw ; minors dni angst, degradation, slightly suggestive, toxic behavior from y/n, cheating, reader is a bitch/brat oops, nsfw ; mutual masturbation

EXTRA INFO ;; reader in her 20s and izuku in his early 30s

i'm thinking about izuku midoriya as a trainee in this big successful company.

poor, pathetic izuku, who let himself be stepped on. in this ruthless hierarchy, he was the one who brought the coffee back to his superiors. pathetic. a young man without interest.

he would have liked so much to be richer. more charismatic, more eloquent when he had to speak in front of his colleagues. he would have liked to be worshipped like his best friend shoto todoroki who had everything to please. money, beauty, high social network. and the daughter of his rich boss. you.

you were so elegant, so pure, so bewitching, fascinating.

you were a goddess among mortals.

so it's normal that you were in a relationship with todoroki, he was of the same high social class, you understood each other without exchanging words. he was so jealous.

oh fuck, how he would have wanted you to give him a simple look. no matter how disdainful it was. just so you would understand that he was there, that he was in love with you.

and it was during this party organized at the office to celebrate some investment or gain, that his life was going to change for the better, and the worse.

"damn izuku be careful where you put the fucking glass. apologize to miss y/l/n." said shoto dryly.

the party seemed to come to a halt as attention focused on your trio. an annoyed murmur ran through the crowd. you were used to being the center of attention, of the tabloids, of your family.

you were japan's little starlet.

but here, with a red wine stain on your designer dress thanks to this izuku ? oh no, how embarrassing.

"you're can't be serious, i asked you for some rosé, besides. " he continues in an aggressive tone.

todoroki may have assured you that izuku was his best friend, but since you were dating him, all you could see was him barking at that poor young man. but you weren't going to lie, you were amused.

and still it was sad. for shoto, of course, to have to deal with a green-haired phenom like that since childhood.

calm down.

calm down y/n. it's not like this dress cost thousands of dollars, and it came straight from the designer.

you always hate your father's pathetic interns, but this one had won the jackpot.

this izuku was twice as tall as you. but your gaze still fell on the young man with the green hair. his imposing size, and his adorable little freckles surprised you a little. how come this attractive physique had such a shy personality ?

you would have had him in your bed by now if you hadn't been set up with shoto. but what was stopping you from getting down on your knees in front of him ? a slight smile stretched your pretty lips. nothing at all.

"please forgive me miss y/l/n.," he said, looking into your eyes.

a short, yet long silence falls between you. your face was drawn, you were annoyed, bored. irritated by this idiot and this incident that had spoiled your mood.

" never mind, get out of my sight." you reply curtly.

the young man went to the kitchen to clean up his mess while you went to the bathroom to fix your look.

you'll have a word with your father and the board to get that idiot fired. on top of that incident, he had that naive look in his eyes, too nice. too pure.

no wonder he's everyone's stooge around here.

"fuck. "

you tried to clean the stain on your cleavage as best you could.

"you have to remove the stain with vinegar from your silk dress, miss."

the young man's interruption made you jump with fear. he was watching you, still with the same kind yet irritable look. we'll see if he'll be as cute when you've fired him. well, when your father has.

"i told you to get out of my sight earlier, didn't i ? "

the young man loosened his tie and came to your side. he was looking at you through the mirror this time.

"i'm sorry again, but the men's room is occupied so we'll have to share it while I get rid of this task too. " he said softly.

that softness in his voice, argh, it had the audacity to-

"if i may say so, i think you still look lovely tonight." he adds in a deep voice.

you couldn't explain it, but his compliment made you feel an inexplicable anger. without being able to answer anything, you felt the blood rush to your cheeks.

but who was that fool ?

who was he to make such a remark ? maybe you should tell shoto that his best friend was flirting with his girlfriend ? that this poor trainee had been ogling the breasts of the daughter of the CEO of one of the biggest companies in Japan?

but you wouldn't have any fun with that tonight.

so you finally faced him, your hands having stopped rubbing the stain since that advice he had given you.

your panther eyes were locked in his. what a great opportunity to cheat on shoto todoroki, the daddy's boy with the boy version of cinderella.

without a word from you, your hand came to caress his well-drawn jaw, then moved with excruciating slowness up his cheek and then his cheekbone. that little red came to tint his beautiful face the same color as his lips.

it looked like a greek god, he was without a doubt much more attractive than your boyfriend.

"fuck me izuku." you breathe a few millimeters away from his lips.

you saw his face panic when you took his hand to slide it towards your crotch. and even more when he felt that you were not very dry in your intimate part.

"look how much you make me want to. let me make you feel good, like i let you make me feel good. shoto won't need to know. "

"you are my boss's daughter... and my best friend's girlfriend. "

your other free hand slowly, sinuously, came down his fly. your two breaths were one, speeding up a little more as you become intimate in this luxury toilet

totally removed from the party. from shoto. from your father. from the business. from alcohol, and from the sins that the business itself represented.

greed.

"let's talk about shoto here." your fingers finally met the tip of his cock. you didn't let go of the amazement of its size. a real surprise all the way, that miserable izuku.

you continued in an ever more suave voice.

"shoto, your best friend since you were a teenager, right ? and you let him treat you like that ? did you know that he was planning to succeed my father as the company's ceo ? "

" w-what ? " he said in a surprised voice.

"yeah... a real tragedy, isn't it ? especially, when i'm the only one worthy of getting this job. don't you think i fell for that arrogant guy. "

his fingers finally met your panties, and in one movement he shifted them to meet your lips.

a slight sigh of pleasure echoed in the toilet.

"he treats you like shit. but maybe you deserve to be stepped on, to be insulted like a nobody. maybe you want to remain a submissive all your life? " you pick up on that.

"n-no, of course.. not." his voice was pleading as your movements on his member accelerated.

"well, i knew you weren't just a complete idiot. "

you spread your legs slightly to throw him a larger access, inwardly claiming death from the pleasure he gave you so easily.

"let me make you a deal. you whisper. "i'll let you fuck me, and you help me get shoto out of the way, and get me into the role of CEO of the company.", you say with a firm tone.

a mischievous smile stretched your lips as you pressed them against izuku's.

"be my little puppy, and you can marry me."

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tuffduff · 4 years

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Companion of My Youth (Izzy Stradlin x Reader)

Pairing: fluffy modern!Izzy x Reader

Words: 1,413

Request: @thatcrazybandchick94 : “Hey I was wondering if you could do a imagine of present day Izzy and the reader looking back on memories of them being together. Sorry to bug you!!!”

A/N: Thanks for the request, lovely! Okay, literally I’m such a sap for sentimental fluff like this. Like the “Yesterdays” GNR music video could make me cry. Happy hump day, friends! xx

Taglist: @ubernoxa @the--blackdahlia @reigns420 @stradlin-cold-heartbreaker @rumoured-whispers @dustnbones

“Izzy! Babe, it’s almost three!” You called upstairs to your husband and frowned when you didn’t hear a reply; Izzy had disappeared a long while ago to go and grab a pair of shoes. “Babe?” You asked curiously from the door frame of your bedroom.

“In here, Y/N.” You headed towards his voice coming from your walk-in closet and found him sitting on the floor of your closet. There was a half-rusted metal box in front of him open, full of pictures, faded letters, ticket stubs, old flyers of yesteryear...

“Hey, I took that picture!” You grinned, sitting down next to Izzy and reaching for the large picture of him with his old bandmates from Guns N’ Roses.

“Yeah,” he remembered softly, finally taking his eyes off the letter he was reading and giving you a smile. “You liked my nail polish. You wanted me to paint your nails because whenever you did it, it got all over your fingers.” You laughed. To this day, he still painted your nails for you.

“That glam phase didn’t last long for you guys.” You said and Izzy chuckled as he nodded in relief. You smiled at your husband as you watched his eyes inspect the picture. “I had a crush on you for years. The more time that went by and the bigger you guys got, the less of a chance I thought I had.” Izzy raised his eyes to yours, smiling slightly.

“If you had said something sooner, we could’ve saved a lot of wasted time, you know.”

“You were too cool. You made me nervous.” You defended yourself before elbowing him. “You could have said something too!”

“You made me nervous.” Izzy argued, making you laugh. It sounded funny now; it had nearly been 30 years since you had married. Almost three decades. Izzy had now seen you at your best and worst. He was there for every job promotion, every birthday, every small victory. Better yet, he was there to catch every tear, to help you through every setback and illness and heartache. You both had created a life together. How distant it seemed that the mere sight of him had once made you nervous.

“I kept every letter you wrote me while I was on the road, you know. From before we even started dating.” He told you, shuffling over faded envelopes as proof. “I keep more of them in an old shoebox.”

“This was such a long time ago.” You murmured as memories of the Sunset Strip filled your mind. Loud, rowdy and raucous nights that leaked into early mornings, you and Izzy making your way to the apartment you had back then leaning on each other’s shoulders. The way you were always so proud to be seen with him, the way his eyes would seek yours out in every small LA club they played.

“It feels like yesterday, though.” Izzy replied, resting his hand on tops of yours. He smiled down at your hand, and you could practically see the memories flashing in his eyes. “I can remember everything.” If someone had told you back in your youth the life you were about have with Izzy, the happiness, it would have seemed unfathomable.

“Look at those!” You noticed, pointing to a stack of polaroid pictures hidden underneath an old Guns N’ Roses flyer.

“Jackpot.” Izzy grinned as he pulled out the photos. You scooted closer to him, clasping your hands and resting them on his shoulder as you peered down at the pictures with him.

They were precious; you hadn’t seen these in years. A picture snapped of the two of you by Steven the one time you visited them on tour somewhere on the east coast in a little Chinese restaurant. It was a candid; Izzy had his arm over your shoulders and you were laughing at something he had said, your hand against his chest, chopsticks on the table beside your half-eaten meals. You were both practically babies, your face youthful and your hair big, while Izzy’s was jet black from all the times you had helped him dye it. You reached up and ran your fingers through it. Now, it was dusky brown, and he had a few sparse strands of gray.

There were several pictures from your date at the state fair in Indiana. You had brought your camera along and asked strangers throughout the night to take pictures of the two of you.

“You hated taking these; you were embarrassed when I would stop someone and ask if they would take our picture.” You reminded him. There was one of the two of you standing beneath a glowing Ferris wheel, one of the two of you beside the balloon booth where you had popped enough balloons me that you won a teddy bear—Izzy held it for the photo. One where you’re grinning with your funnel cake while Izzy looked down at his critically—his was missing powdered sugar.

“You’re right,” he chuckled at the memory. “Well, I’m glad we took them now.”

The next must have been taken by one of your friends; you were standing in the crowd of an Aerosmith concert, neither of you looking at the camera or at the stage, but at each other. Izzy held your face in his hands and you stared up at him, your hands stuck down the back pockets of his jeans.

“I love this one,” Izzy said, staring at it the longest. “This is what I always felt whenever I’m with you. A crowd of people and it always just feels like it’s me and you. And seeing the way you’re looking at me…” You smiled at him, admiring the creases that had formed by the outer corners of his eyes and the lines beside his mouth—all evidence of the years you had played a part in making him happy. And he was still just as handsome today as 1987.

“Do I still look at you like that?” You asked him, affectionately teasing. He leaned his head back to kiss your cheek.

“Still do, and it still gives me butterflies.” His words gave you butterflies.

There were more memories, more recent ones—your honeymoon traveling the country in an RV, the time the Christmas tree had toppled on top of Izzy, your pumpkin carvings over the years, your vacation to Yosemite. Something with a dull shine caught your eye from the corner of the box and you gasped.

“I forgot all about that,” Izzy said, his eyes following yours as he reached and grabbed the small handmade ring. Izzy had broken a string on one of his guitars and had it made it into a ring as a present for your birthday one year.

“I never took it off.” You remembered as he slid it into your finger again. Somehow, it still fit. “...Until I got pregnant. Speaking of which, it’s almost three. You know your daughter is not going to be a happy camper if she has to stand outside on the curb of that high school a second longer than she has to.” Izzy chuckled—he knew you were right—and quickly gathered up the items in the box once more.

“She’s never seen these. Maybe now she’ll believe me when I try telling her that her dad used to be pretty cool.”

“Don’t kid yourself, babe. There’s a reason she prefers you picking her up over me.” Izzy reached forward and pecked your lips, his hand patting your leg.

“It’s because I let her play whatever music she wants.” Izzy stood, the rusted box tucked under one arm and the other hand reaching down to pull you up off the ground. The idea of going through the pictures with your daughter and telling her stories had you budding with excitement. You looked down at the handmade ring on your finger again.

“Maybe it’s time someone else get some use out of this ring.” You mused. Izzy smiled knowingly; your daughter loved vintage relics and clothes from the past.

“One of my guitar strings made into something you wore for years. A piece of me and you, for her.” He draped his arm around your waist.

“You know she’s probably going to be posting these pictures on her Instagram, right?” You asked. Your husband grimaced a little. “And me too, probably.” He sighed and smiled, shaking his head tenderly as he grabbed his car keys.

“Well…better you two than me.”

#Izzy Stradlin #izzy stradlin imagine #izzy stradlin x reader #guns n roses #guns n roses imagine #gnr #gnr imagine #80s #classic rock imagine

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rosyk · 4 years

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Devil’s Waltz

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

genre: romance, enemies to lovers, royalty setting

warnings: very uncomfortable moments, mentions of dagger and idea of r*pe or untolerable behaviors

word count: 2.4k

a/n: This was meant to be posted on valentines day but it took longer than I thought because this royal set up was new to me. Have fun reading! (I’d also like to thank you for the 42 likes I’ve gotten on my previous story, ily<3)

“Now’s the time,” I thought as I looked at the sparkly red wine placed on my right hand. I raised an eyebrow and half-smiled at the red ruby jewel on my finger, given by marquis Augustus as a sign of my royalty.

I was wearing a sheer lace flutter sleeve evening gown in shades and tints of plain red. The design only appears at the bottom of its sleeve as the rest goes plain. Unnoticeably, the dark portion of red is found at the bottom line of the dress. The high heels were plain black and I wore little earrings so it wouldn’t stand out as much. This might not be the best dress I could find but I do know it matches me like heaven. My curly messy bun with wavy strands of dark chestnut hair on each side complements the overall outfit.

As soon as I stepped into the grand palace, it was indeed remarkably exquisite. As expected of the Prince who holds precedence above all mankind and even other dukes. How marvelous for an irksome sophomaniac.

I started walking away from people but made sure I was meters near my target. My current target was an overly authoritative noble. This was the very first time I loathed a target. He acted so manly and fine during the day but he was nowhere near there. A hypocrite, to hit girls and threaten them until they agree. A man of immoral character.

I’ve heard rumors of his contradictory personality, but not a single thought had crossed my mind for him to be like that. After all, he was this charming tall guy who’d make you blush as soon as your eyes managed to fall on his. His gentle but respectful touches would make you feel so safe, wrapped in his arms. Sincere words that pique your interest and eyes, as described by innocent maidens, were unique and shimmers even in your darkest hours. It does match his name duke Pisén which is derived from Pissenlit, a french term for dandelions. He was known for having eyes, that show dandelions dancing in the night sky.

However, his worshippers were too incautious to leave with a man-too-good despite no one being around. In fact, dandelions never open at night.

I wore a sweet smile as I walked his way. The other nobles he’s been talking to had noticed me as they signaled him. He turned around, eyes slightly widened, and looked at me in awe.

“The Marchioness of Auclair, here you are!” he chuckled lowly and smiled as he opened his arms as a sign of welcome. He was indeed a duke but treated me so highly as if he won a jackpot. What a dullard.

“Your grace” I showed a smile exact to his liking, innocent and delicate. Now, do I look exactly just like your victims, Pisén? Don’t get too ahead of yourself.

“Great timing, I was just talking to the dukes about you” I felt his lewd eyes staring at me from top to bottom and I swore I saw him pressing his lips. I was taken aback by how he went steps closer to me and held my upper arm, caressing it gently. I wasn’t able to move for a second. Usually, he would give girls the space to show his sincerity but his patience ran out this time. I coughed to clear out my thoughts and continued the plan.

“You look lovely and nice” He spoke out as if it was the best pick-up line he gave. I pressed my lips together to hold out my laughter. Seriously? Was that all he got?

“You too, your grace” I complimented for the sake of respect and that’s just it.

We talked after a few minutes until he let his guard down and drank the wine I held. It was poison, as usual. It wasn’t thrilling but he wasn’t even worth holding my blade. He walked out as he was starting to get dizzy. Oh, how boring. I thought of leaving but a man called out to me with a voice unexpectedly attractive. I turned around and saw a heavenly duke in front of me. Now, he was the real deal.

“What a dainty figure for a dauntless marchioness” the sophomaniac spoke

Arriving at the palace of the duc (duke) is something I have to look out for. He was my target a year ago but I wasn’t able to draw out my blade in his room for he was called out. I still believe he has some suspicions after I had disappeared that night. Though, I had no grudges against him.

My job is simply to kill every noble who has a position greater than mines. My goal? It is to be the duchess of all and the only obstacle I would face would obviously be this guy in front of me. After all, he got the highest position. My mother would say the easiest thing to kill a man is to marry him, either break his heart or legally assassinate him. Honestly, I’ve thought of it as well. But why marry someone I hate? He was born with a silver spoon and had no problems as deeply comparable as mine. He is an egoistic, conceited, and enchanting god, Samuel Hwang.

As I bowed for respect, the music played. It was time for the dance and this was what I was trying to avoid. I looked around people who picked up their partners but most were staring at the figure in front of me.

Although I understand why. No words could describe the ethereal beauty of this blonde duke in a suit.

“A lot of your admirers are staring, so could you please get out of my way and ask-“I cut my sentence off as I was trying to process his doing. He showed his hand in front of me and looked at me in the eye. Oh dear, please tell me this isn’t what I think it is.

“Don’t you think the music played at such a good timing?” He raised an eyebrow and wore a smile. Yes, it was the perfect timing, I rolled my eyes mentally.

“Oh, you do know I’d hate to take this dance” He tilted his chin sideways, silently signaling me a lot of people are watching. I sighed and wore a sarcastic smile. “I feel honored you always love to embarrass me in front of people” I added and took his hand as he led me in the middle.

I know how to dance. In fact, that was a necessity before having a royal title. I also have manners, but he doesn’t deserve to be shown some.

I hate how he was genuinely enjoying it as he loved seeing me look so angry. Ah, how annoying. If it weren’t for the audience, I’d gladly draw my dagger out of my dress and murder this man. We were doing a few waltz steps and turns until I stepped on his shoes.

“You did that with pure will, didn’t you?” His eyes slightly widened and narrowed soon after as he slightly tightened the grip on my back, causing both of us to get a step closer.

“If you gave me enough space and didn’t go beyond the boundaries, I wouldn’t have done that, your grace” I mimicked his smile minutes ago and he was clearly ticked off.

“As they all say, keep your friends close, but enemies closer” The crowd starts to fall out and away from us two dancing, after seeing how close we were. Great, was he trying to make me have more girls holding grudges and death wills on me?

“You’re hurting me” I simply stated to let him know I was desperately wishing to blow this palace up and never see him again.

He acted as if he was thinking and sarcastically remarked “Did I complain when you were trying to kill me in my room for the past year?” He smiled as he knew he made a point. How I wish I could wipe it out and never see it in my life once again. If that happened, that could’ve been the best blessing.

“So you knew?” I questioned as he turned me gracefully around the center while the people watching were in awe. They loved the view, unfortunately not knowing the words spoken with nothing but contrasting emotions.

“How couldn’t I, darling?” the duke replied with a smug look. ”you were as transparent as an open book. Even right now, I could say you’re enjoying this dance with me.” He looked at me, acting so all-knowing as if he had known me for years.

“How flattering for a duke to assume that fast. Just because a girl smiles at you doesn’t mean she’s not planning to visit your grave”

“My, my, how unfortunate for a magnificent lady to have quite an indecent mouth” He lowered his head and chuckled in slightly deep and seductive voice girls would swoon over.

“So you do think I’m magnificent?” I backfired and went closer to him, wearing a smug look.

“Oh, I’ve always told you how much I find you beautiful, darling” He went closer until our faces were inches apart. I froze for a few seconds and stared at his eyes, a pity for him to be such a beauty. I found a smirk in his face and that like-what-you-see look which made me go back to earth seconds later.

“Your cocky smirk makes me want to pass away and never see you again, your grace” I smiled sarcastically for only god knows how many times in this day, as I sighed, trying to calm myself down.

“Be my guest then” I rolled my eyes and purposely stepped on his foot once again. “I’m sorry, I’m not used to dancing with someone who’s self-centered and conceited” I emphasized the last 3 words and told him in a low volume, whispering.

“How offensive,” he was simply entertained seeing me so irritated.

“Pardon me once again, I wasn’t aware you were offended by facts. Who wouldn’t want to jump off a cliff after seeing you?”

“But what’s the hold up for, darling? Why wouldn’t you jump off? Do you want me to be the one who will have to push you? I would be pleased to do so”

“If only you knew your grace Hwang, before you could even manage to push me off a high building, I would be the first who’ll come at you”

“Oh really? Because as what I knew, you weren’t able to kill a target last year”

“Someone called you out so you were really lucky” I gripped his hand to calm myself down and to know how much he had pissed me off. In return, he just shot an amusing smile as he looked at both of our hands.

“Just admit that you enjoy dancing with me. In fact, you love the view you’re seeing right now.” I rolled my eyes with a smile after his statement.

“Who would love dancing with the devil? I don’t but I do love having your throat slit and body 6 feet below the ground”

“Brutally fierce, I like that” he winked at me as I stared at him in confusion. Is he mentally unstable? What the hell do I do if I was actually dancing with a lunatic duke?

“But we both know you couldn’t seriously do that” he replied as he held my hand and twirled me around “because why so didn’t you kill me beforehand when we spent several hours in the room? My servant arrived very late in fact. You could’ve had lots of time with no worries. ”he held my back, causing our bodies to press together after the turn. The audience’s eyes had widened and most of them clapped.

My sarcastic smile faded and shifted into a frown. He was surprised by how serious I was with just a statement that he assumed I would take as a joke. I was about to leave the ball but he held my wrist with a startled look. It just took seconds but staring into his eyes made it feel like forever. I stared at him with pure anger and hatred. Something in what he said triggered me.

The facts he spoke infuriated me. Why didn’t I kill him right after the moment? Was it pity? Guilt? I was raised to kill people higher than me so why should I feel guilty? Or was I indeed pity of him when he trusted me? Trust doesn’t belong between enemies.

He got the hint and smiled like he knew everything. “With the way you’re behaving, I would assume you’re madly in love with me” He held his grip on my hand tighter but in a way that it doesn’t hurt.

I tried to clear out my expressions and anything I’m thinking about because he knew me so well even after just little late-night talks. “With the way you’re talking I could assume it was you, with me. But I do know that you’re not, aren’t you, your grace?” I raised my eyebrow and smiled. Though the way I spoke came out as if I was trying to defend myself from the way he’s making me feel and reassured myself nothing’s going to happen.

I recognized the music playing and it was near the last part of Old Russian waltz Sorrow, the last song. It means I had unknowingly been dancing with him for already more than 30 minutes. To think I wasn’t fond of dancing around people, why did I lose track of time?

He led and twirled me around as he smiled “who says I’m not, darling?” I stopped breathing for a second and instinctively held the dagger attached to my leg near the slit. Except, the dagger wasn’t there anymore.

He took me before I could even comprehend the situation. Have I lost it while I was busy talking to Pisén? Or was I waltzing? But I remembered I brought it. Panic arose me and my mind stopped working. Or what if-

We danced a few steps of the fast waltz and he turned me around. He lifted my leg slightly aligned below his hip, making me hold onto his neck and lay on his large hands supporting my back as soon as the last music stopped. He showed me the dagger, making sure others didn’t see him.

“Looking for this?” I was left shocked and as I was about to explain myself, he grinned like a cute kid to make people unsuspicious of all that’s happening. As soon as he leaned and whispered in my ear, his aura changed and I felt the goosebumps. I could feel how cold yet playful he was. He smirked mischievously as he spoke with a deep voice,

“I’m not letting you off this time, milady”

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tsarinastorm · 4 years

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Dreams Were Thunder-Adam Sackler/Reader-Chapter 1

This is my first fic, let me know what you think. No smut now, but there will smut in later chapters. I’ve outlined this storyline, but I also have some other fics that I’m working on simultaneously.

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You were finally moving to New York from your small town in the middle of nowhere. You had saved enough from your book sales to afford a place in the city. You had won a MegaMillions jackpot when you were still twenty-six and living in your parents’ house. You had given most of it to your family, paid off your student loans, and invested the rest. The winnings had allowed you to focus on your true passion: writing. You had since written several novels and a few other works. Now, you just had to find an actual place to live, other than your married friend’s couch or random hotel, and preferably a roommate to help you adjust to the city. You had settled on the neighborhood of Williamsburg and found a building you liked, but the roommate search seemed doomed from the start.

Half of the roommate options seemed likely to commit a crime, while you just did not mesh well with the others for one reason or another. Your friend Elijah, who you met accidentally at a writing soiree, suggested his ex-girlfriend to be your roommate as she was moving back to the city and was a writer as well. It sounded perfect: someone in your profession, not criminal, or otherwise intolerable. Well, you assumed she wasn’t intolerable. That was the catch: you hadn’t met her yet. And she had a kid, which you thought you could deal with if the two of you got along.

You agreed to meet her at a coffee shop in Williamsburg in January, near the building you wanted to live in. You arrived early, a habit from your previous 9 to 5 career. You were wearing a long gray coat with black cropped sweater, black skinny jeans and over-the knee boots. You had just sat down at a table near a window with your first cup of black coffee and scone when a short, mousey-haired woman carrying a cute baby made her way to your table. She spoke as she moved forward,

“Are you Y/N?”

“I am. You’re Hannah Horvath?” you respond with raised eyebrows. She sits down across from you, as her baby boy watches you with curious eyes, “Unfortunately, that’s me. I’m sure you were hoping for someone more glamorous.”

You’re surprised that she would assume anything since you just met. Maybe it was the way you dressed, you always enjoyed fashion and tried to look on trend. “Oh no, you’re fine. What’s his name?” You say as you look at the baby.

“This is Grover. He’s six months old. He is actually the best baby, he goes to bed at a decent time and hardly ever cries. Except he cried when he was really young. Turns out we had a problem with latching. But that’s not a problem anymore, don’t worry.”

“I’m sure he is the best baby around. He’s adorable. Elijah tells me that you’re a writer too?”

“Still aspiring at this point. I’ve been teaching since I found out I was pregnant with him. Better money, better insurance. Though now I got a job as an editor, and have flexibility. What do you write?”

“I’ve written three cotemporary novels and a few short stories. My second novel was chosen by a popular book club and has done well. But it’s always hard for writers, unless you happen to be Stephen King.”

You and Hannah had hit off, and agreed to be roommates. She was a bit narcissistic and over-dramatic but you thought the two of you would get along as roommates. You had met her friends, Marnie and Shoshanna, and liked them so far. But her other friend, Jessa was more elusive as she had gone on another adventure.

A few months had passed since you had moved into your new place. You had hardly been there as you had to do promotional work on your third book. It was now April, and the weather was finally warming up. The two of you were walking through a park with Grover in the stroller when a tall, dark haired man approached you. He had unusual, yet handsome features, and he was built like a house. You were suddenly glad that you had on a cute outfit of a tank top, white shorts, sneakers and a windbreaker. The man joined Hannah and Grover saying, “Oh hi, kid, and hi little kid,” then as he looked at you, “Hi, person I don’t know.”

“Adam, this is Y/N, my new roommate. Y/N, this is my ex-boyfriend, Adam.”

You reach out to shake his hand saying, “nice to meet you” as you thought what a strange relationship to have with your ex. But nothing with their relationship was normal, at least that’s what you gathered from her, Marnie and Elijah. You were expecting him to look like some weirdo, not almost charming. Hannah had told you recently that she and Adam had hooked up when she came back to the city, then had decided that there wasn’t any spark left. She had also said that he offered to always be there for Grover when she needed him.

“So how do you afford Williamsburg? Are you another rich daddy’s girl?”

Your face is turning red. Now you see what Elijah and Marnie were talking about. Who the hell says that kind of thing to someone they just met? You hate when people assume things about you anyway, but that comment was really hurtful to you, especially when you grew up in poverty. “No, I actually lived most of my life below poverty level so I am not another rich daddy’s girl. Never assume you know anything about me again.” You walk away as Adam’s jaw drops, and you sit on a bench to wait for Hannah to join you.

4 Months Later.

Hannah had talked you into having an “End of Summer Party” at your apartment. This would be the first party you’d have since moving in. You had agreed with her because she was leaving soon for the semester and apparently she was the using the party as a way to tell her friends. She would still be paying rent and she got free housing where she was going, so you couldn’t complain. It also gave you a chance to dress up and become more better-acquainted with the friend group. You pull down the edge of your baby blue slip dress and toss on a pair of strappy heels, while you grab a bottle of champagne and head towards the foyer.

Marnie, Shoshanna, and Elijah came into the apartment in a cluster. Then there was Ray (who owns the coffee place) you add in your head, who trailed behind the trio. Elijah immediately goes to hug you saying, “Y/N, you look amazing tonight! Who are you trying to impress? Seriously, you look hot.” “

“Just you. I like to dress up,” you respond while hugging him back. You offer him a glass of champagne and as you step back to pour a glass, you lock eyes with Adam who’s just walked through the door. You can’t help but grimace when you remember your last conversation with Adam. Elijah notices, “So I guess that look means that you’ve met Adam. He is very different and according to Hannah, kinky. Do you know he even made a movie about it?”

“Excuse me,” you say as you hand Elijah his drink and begin moving further into your apartment. You see Adam heading towards you, and you try to retreat onto the terrace. You make it out there, where you’re distracted by the view and don’t notice him come up beside you. His voice startles you, “hey Y/N. I want to apologize for what I said when we first met. It was rude and I had no business saying it,” you look at him which must put him on edge because his voice changes pitch, “FUCK—I’m so socially awkward.”

“It’s okay. Really, let’s put it behind us.” You say, before being cut off by him, “You know, I had it pretty rough growing up too. So I get it, and I really don’t know why I even said that. I guess I can’t help but get nervous around a pretty girl.” You’re stunned and you’re certain that you must be blushing, but before you come up with a way to respond, you notice that he’s walked away.

The party drags on, the guests are shocked by Hannah’s announcement. However, the shock wears off, and you start to feel lonely even in a room full of people. You go back to your room, sit down on your bed with a glass of wine, and scroll through your phone. You see updates from your friends and family back home, you never realized how much you’d miss them. Before you know it, you start to tear up at the feeling of homesickness that wrenches through your gut. Then you hear light knock on your door as a head of black hair comes in.

“Are you alright? What’s wrong?” He says as he comes up and sit beside you. You wipe your tears away and feel embarrassed that he saw you crying. He must think you’re emotional wreck. His hands reach out like they’re going to embrace you in a hug then he pulls back to place a hand on your shoulder and he gives you a comforting pat.

“I just started feeling homesick for no apparent reason. I promise I’m not some kind of train wreck. At least not all the time.” You try to smile.

“Well, I’d rather stay here than be all around them. This is a nice setup in here. I’ve been around them for years and still don’t fit in. I don’t really find any of them tolerable, except you. Maybe.”

“Uh thanks. Do you want a glass? I have both red and white wine around. Or I can get you something else.” You shake your glass as you go to stand up. He gently pulls you back and shakes his head.

“I don’t drink at all. I’m an alcoholic, I’ve been in AA since I was seventeen.” He says as he looks down. You put a hand on his shoulder this time as you say, “Adam, if I had known I wouldn’t have even offered. You’ve been sober for all that time? That’s really great for you, sobriety is an achievement. I’m proud of you.” His face lights up into a smile, then suddenly it’s gone.

“Sorry to tell you how fucked up my life is so soon. I normally wait until the third or fourth meeting until I start sharing emotional trauma. Seriously, I never open up to people like that. You’re very easy to talk to.”

You smile and you sit back down on your bed. Why is it that you start to feel butterflies in your stomach? It must be the wine and other drinks you’d had earlier.

“Well I’ll take that compliment. You don’t need to feel bad about it, everyone is fucked up in some way. I had an eating disorder for years so I understand. Not that it’s the same as alcoholism, but you know what I mean.”

“Yeah I know what you mean. How are you doing with that?”

“It’s a struggle every day. Some days are better than others.”

“You should probably head back out there, it’s your party.”

“No, it’s really Hannah’s party. And I think I’d rather stay here.”

Hours must have passed. You and Adam had talked about everything. You talked about your backgrounds, he talked about being raised by his sister, his going through multiple career choices for years. Then you talked about his acting gigs and your writing, including his time in Major Barbara on Broadway. His most recent gig being Woyzeck at The Brick. That had set the conversation down the literary path.

“Tell me what it’s like to play a character who is going mad? Is it easier, freeing, or challenging?” You say in an excited pitch. He looks slightly embarrassed then he gets up and starts pacing.

“All three actually. I guess I’m kind of crazy too. I look back at my past relationships and I’m definitely crazy.”

“I think we’re all crazy when it comes to love, and if what Hannah told me is true, then you might be actually be crazy for good reason. Based on her stories, her life is more dramatic than a reality show.”

He starts looking through the books on your bookshelf by your bed. You have a large, full bookcase that sits in the living room. But the books in your room are some of your favorites.

“You know, 1984 is better than Animal Farm.” He says as he picks up a book.

“Well I really like Animal Farm but I haven’t read 1984 so I can’t comment on it.”

“I have it. I’ll bring it over for you to borrow, you should read it. It’s a classic,” He says as he stares intensely at another cover on the shelf, “Though I’ve never read Jane Eyre. You like it?”

“Yes, it’s one of my favorites. I love all of the Bronte sisters. They’re some of my biggest writing inspirations. I’ll let you borrow it, if you promise to bring it back.” You remove the book from the shelf. You suddenly notice how close the two of you are. You’re close enough that you can appreciate every one of his freckles, and you can’t help but take note of his plush-looking lips. It feels like there is an electric current between you as his hand brushes yours when he takes the book. You lock eyes and you think he might kiss you, then the spell is suddenly broken as Hannah walks into the room.

“There you guys are! I had thought everyone had left, but of course Adam is still around! I can never get rid of him. And Y/N you just disappeared, I was worried that you got sick or something.”

Adam steps away from you and heads toward the door, “We were just talking. Not everyone is a social butterfly like you…Bye!”

Adam is out of your apartment in record time. Hannah watches you and raises her eyebrows at you. You don’t know what to say so you just shrug your shoulders. Hannah tells you good night and goes to check on Grover. You try to go to sleep, but you can’t stop thinking of Adam’s freckles and his lips. You think you’d like to trace all of his freckles and see if his lips were really as soft as they looked. You know you shouldn’t feel that way about your roommate’s ex-boyfriend because that could be a nightmare, but you ease your conscious by remembering that there’s no harm in thoughts so long as they don’t lead to actions.

#adam sackler #adam sackler x reader #hbo girls #girls hbo #adam driver #lena dunham #hannah horvath

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scorpio-skies · 5 years

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Interview with an OC -Nora Hart

(I was tagged by the lovely @lothrilzul and very likely other people but my inbox is messed up and I lost track T^T But thank you very much for thinking of me! ♥ )

Tagging: @eluvisen @mrninjapineapple @sociallyacceptablemadness @ariejul @alexaberkeley @marvilus73 @prezs @mars-colony @charomiami @leporidaefluff @solesurvivorkat (feel free to ignore if this is your second tag -- and if you have yet to do this dear reader, then consider this your invite and tag me >8D)

Important to note; this is Nora from an upcoming collab-fic and she’s not the sole survivor in this verse! (Honestly this is my favourite universe and story for her so there’s a lot different from her typical canon!)

1. What is your name?

“Nora Hart, at your service! Lucky to my friends!”

2. Do you know why are you named that?

“My actual name, not a clue. My nickname though? I once won several jackpots in New Vegas, survived a lot of things I shouldn’t and have yet to lose a game of cards. Scout tried to rig a game once and somehow his card ended up in my hand and I won again. It’s like magic! But that’s why they call me Lady Luck!”

3. Are you single or taken?

“Taken and part of a happy family -- I would introduce you to our daughbear, but Sarge is doing his side of the parenting right now.”

4. Have any abilities or powers?

“Well, there’s my luck, obviously. Kammie says I have gift for making dangerous friends but uh… we don’t talk about Richard. Oh! Also there’s my ability to get out of the boring jobs! Can’t be a member of Houdini Squad if you can’t break in or out of places, right?”

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

“...I’m Nora Hart? I thought we weren’t drinking in this interview… do you need a lie down?”

6. What’s your eye color?

“Blue!”

7. How about your hair color?

“Black -- maybe dark brown? It gets a little warmer in colour when I’ve been in the sunlight too long. I did not appreciate that Nuka-World sunshine by the way, no sir.”

8. Have any family members?

“Houdini Squad are my family -- and Kaelyn and Nate! If I had to narrow it down further, Sarge is my partner, Hayley is our daughbear, Kammie’s my brother. Sure, we’re not blood but our bond’s stronger than that and his Ma and cousin adopted me when I was in the Mojave, so!”

9. Oh? How about pets?

“Let’s see there’s the radstags, Sarge’s babies Maisie and Booker, Blanche the radgull who lives on our porch, Luna and Celeste the cats… You’re waiting for me to mention Hayley, aren’t you? Well, let me tell you that little bear is our daughter, not our pet. She’s also a member of Houdini Squad so… check your bag before you leave.”

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like?

“Needles, I… and I don’t like the dark overmuch, or ferals. Or raiders. I really, really hate raiders… ugh can we just… next question!”

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

“Good switch! So I like to hang out with squad, play hide-and-pray when we’re skipping duty and Sarge comes looking -- that’s gotten harder, by the way. Think he’s finally realised how to use that voice and those eyes and… and I also like raising animals! Training the radstags! Trying to teach Hayley to be better behaved, but let’s be real. Those big brown eyes and little round earses and pawsies! How can you call her a bad bear! She’s the best bear! Queen of the bears!”

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

“... I’ve hurt more people in more ways than I can count. And I don’t wanna talk about it.”

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

“Yeah. It was always in self-defence though, and you don’t survive a place like Nuka-World without getting blood on your hands...”

14. What kind of animal are you?

“A magpie. I’m gonna be straight with you. I see a shiny? I like the shiny, I take the shiny. But I do it fairly through buying or gambling!”

15. Name your worst habits?

"Oh boy this might take a while… so I clearly have a gambling problem. I mean, it’s not a problem coz I never lose but I know I do too much of it. I tend to want to adopt every animal we encounter, I guess I can be kinda judgemental, yet ironically I definitely befriended one of the absolute worst people on the planet...”

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

“Sarge is one helluva leader and keeps us all together and I adore him. Kammie’s always had my back and has great intentions -- and Kaelyn. I’d be dead several times over and worse without her. She had to make some ugly but necessary calls and she always did it for everyone else, never herself. I don’t know if I could be so selfless, but I admire her greatly.”

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

“I’ve only ever been with Sarge, but I can appreciate everyone!”

18. Do you go to school?

“Never went -- feels like I’m there when Sarge makes us stand in the naughty corner to think about what we did and write him an essay though.”

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

“I’d love to get married and have kids, yeah, but… I don’t know if I can have kids of my own, and I don’t know if Sarge is ready to get married yet. But that’s okay! We have our daughbear and she’s beautiful!”

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

“Well, not to brag but I did gain a small following in New Vegas who wanted to bask in my winnings! Kinda felt embarrassing though. Houdini Squad are all the cheerleaders I need!”

21. What are you most afraid of?

“Being abandoned and left alone.”

22. What do you usually wear?

“My hat, a duster, some riding gear and body armour with a few hidden weapons… yeah, I never grew out of the habit after Nuka World…”

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

“Snack Cakes! They’re just great, y’know? Sweet little pieces of heaven you can eat!“

24. Am I annoying to you?

"Nah. You’re nosy but I like you! You bought me lunch for this interview!”

25. Well, it’s still not over!

“Good! I don’t think the others are done setting up your ‘surprise’ yet.”

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

“Honestly thanks to the winnings in New Vegas, I’m probably high class. Definitely new money though, I mean the looks those Upperstanders give me when I prove I can buy their houses, sheesh!”

27. How many friends do you have?

“Too many to count! I have eight I can fall back on without question though, and they’re the ones that matter most to me.”

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

“Pie is second only to snack cakes -- Dandy Apple pies mm-mmm!”

29. Favorite drink?

“Sunset Sarsparilla! I mean, I love how Nuka-Cola flavours glow and all, not so much how they make your teeth and tongue glow too...“

30. What’s your favorite place?

"Ever been to Sunshine? Me, Kammie and Sarge own it. We’ve turned it into a beautiful ranch and its just an amazing place to live. Safe, beautiful and surrounded by my animals and family. Who could want more than that?”

31. Are you interested in anyone?

“Already told you I’m with Sarge, and I’m exclusive when it comes to relationships.”

32. That was a stupid question…

“Well, I mean, you called me Mary Sue earlier so its not the worst thing you’ve said so far...”

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

“Oh god how about neither? You ever seen a queen or king lurk before? How about a gatorclaw?“

34. What’s your type?

“Kind, compassionate, brave, intelligent, believes in the greater good and fights for those they care about… I don’t know, just go see Sarge! I never met anyone else like him, but he’s my type!”

35. Any fetishes?

“Yeah, okay. This is the most stupid question! That stuff’s private you kinky radrat!”

36. Camping or outdoors?

“Camping is more secure and you can get plenty of outdoors while camping, so why not both?”

#nora hart #fallout 4 #had fun with this ty for tagging me! ♥

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ourloveisforthelovely · 5 years

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Fallout 4

A/n: Smut. RPF

Link to Chapter 3

Words: 3,422

Pairings: Richard Speight Jr x Reader

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Richard followed you out to the car not saying a word. When you opened the door, Richard reached out shutting it.

“Sugar calm down.”

You gave Richard a cold glare.

“How can you be calm? Crystal won't be able to take care of Rob.”

Richard sighed before pulling you into his arms.

“He's a grown man, baby. He's going to do what he thinks is best for him.”

You nuzzled your face against Richard's chest.

“I don't think he knows sometimes. Rob can be a bit naive.”

Richard chuckled tilting your face up to his before pressing a loving kiss to your lips.

“On the bright side, we get to have a romantic bit of a getaway. We have a few days where we won't have anything to do. We can stay in bed all day or we can go see the sights. Whatever you want to do.”

You smiled against his lips. He knew how to cheer you up quickly!

“We've never fucked in Germany before.”

Richard said with a smile. You rolled your eyes.

“Always thinking of a way to get some aren't you?”

Richard shrugged.

“Can't blame me for trying. I have a lot of time to make up for.”

You let your hand fall between your bodies to palm Richard through his jeans.

“I suppose you will want to rejoin the mile high club?”

Richard's eyes flashed with nervousness thinking about getting on the plane before taking on his cunning gleam.

“Well sugar it's definitely possible.”

Two days later, the two of you were on a plane to England. You sat snuggled against Richard’s side as he looked dead ahead not blinking. After hitting some minor turbulence, Richard was ready to get the hell off of that plane ASAP. You had raised the armrest and was nestled as close as possible him. Pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek, you tried to get his mind off of the flight.

“Have you realized that the day after tomorrow is our anniversary?”

Richard looked down at you with a smile.

“Guess we will be looking for something nice to do. You know, I am totally fine with pretending that whole break up thing didn’t happen.”

“Sounds fine to me!”

Richard pulled you into a soft kiss as you laid your head on his shoulder. His mind went back to when the two of you met. Did he know then that he would end up loving you like he did now? No way! That was never expected!”

When Richard first saw you, falling in love was never even on the radar for him. He and his ex had been divorced for two years and he never had an interest in falling in love again. Sex was just fine for him and he had been having a lot of it lately. It didn't take much of an effort to get a girl naked.

Richard had gone to see Rob's band play. Of course, he was late. Sitting down in the bar area he could see Rob easily. His eyes stopped on you. Richard swallowed hard looking at you. You were hot! Hot wasn't even the proper word to use for her...stunning was more like it.

You were clearly younger than Rob and the look that you was giving Rob made Richard sigh. He had seen that look before. If you were looking at Rob like that, there would be no way that you would be wanting someone else.

Once the show was over, Richard walked over to Rob.

“You did pretty good man..”

Rob looked up with a smile.

“Thanks. I didn't see you anywhere.”

Richard motioned to the shot of whiskey in his hand. Rob nodded realizing where his friend had been. Richard meanwhile, was looking for you. After a few shots of whiskey, he was feeling 10 times more confident.

“Dude the cute girl that was on stage with you...she had her eyes all over you.”

Rob frowned looking a little grossed out.

“Rich, that is my sister. She was NOT looking at me like THAT!”

Richard looked like he had just won some jackpot lottery.

“That is your sister? Damn, she's hot. Please tell me that she is over 18.”

Rob rolled his eyes. This was what he figured would happen. Richard would take one look at you and want to bang you. You had been in Europe for the past two years and had yet to meet your brother's best friend.

“Uh yeah! She’s an adult!”

Richard did his little eyebrow wiggle before starting to walk off.

“Sweet. Imma bang your sister. Merry fucking Christmas to me!”

Rob sighed. He was used to Richard being crude. Rob blinked awkwardly.

“Rich, she's mean...really mean!”

Richard turned to look at him a moment.

“I can handle a mean girl. Come on Robbie I've been divorced for two years now. I think it's time for there to be something for me to love”

Of course Richard wouldn't tell Rob by “love” he meant fuck into submission. True love was the last thing on his mind at the moment. Richard didn't wait for Rob to protest any further before going up to you.

You, meanwhile, sat at the bar sipping on a martini.

“Hey sugar. So you must be Rob's little sister.”

Richard said seductively as your eyes rolled to him. Your eyes roamed his body before looking back to his face.

“How many other girls do you call sugar so you can have your way with them, Richard?”

He blinked clearly shocked at your sassy comment. That was the last thing he had expected.

“Counting you...one. So what's it going to take to get you to go on a date with me?”

He focused his eyes on your cherry lips as you ran your tongue over your bottom lip.

“You want to go on a date with some girl you know nothing about? What if I'm a psycho like Lisa Left Eye Lopez and try to burn your house down?”

Richard smirked.

“You don't seem the type sugar.”

“Looks can be deceiving.”

Your voice was so sultry that he felt the beginnings of an erection coming on.

“Yeah, I doubt that. So about that date?”

You put your drink down.

“How about asking? You haven't done that yet.”

Richard sat down beside you

“So want to go on a date with me sugar?”

You smiled.

“That could be fun.”

Neither of you had noticed Eric Kripke watching them from afar until he walked over.

“You must be Rob’s sister Y/n?”

He asked before tossing Richard a smile. You nodded.

“That's me.”

Eric looked between the two of you again before smiling wider.

“Awesome. I'm Eric Kripke and I'm here to offer you a job. Stick around Richard you need to hear this too. So we were thinking about adding Gabriel a bit of a love interest (Richard looks like was winning the lottery again) well I've been a nosy fucker watching you two for a bit and I think I see some good chemistry here. If you're interested come see me for an audition.”

He held out his card to you before getting up and leaving….

Your hand sliding up this thigh made Richard pull out of his thoughts.

“What are you thinking about? You're getting hard.”

You asked, pressing harder on his now noticeable hard-on. Richard groaned feeling his jeans getting tighter.

“The first time I talked to you. How hot you looked sitting there and how bad I wanted to fuck you against the bar.”

You smiled before working a series of kisses down his jawline.

“What about our first date?”

Watching Richard squirm to relieve the tightness in his pants, you smiled. Of course, he remembered their first date. How could he not?

You smiled, continuing your assault on Richard. Thinking about the date that set the whole relationship off, you smiled.

You had been on Supernatural for almost a month. You had been so busy that the date with Richard had been pushed out several times. That didn't stop him from flirting with you nonstop. Not that you minded either. You were more than happy to flirt back and tease him senseless.

There had been kisses shared several times while filming but it wasn't a real kiss. It was too scripted. You wanted Richard to lose control and have his way with you. One afternoon after filming, you looked up as Richard stood in the doorway.

“So about that date sugar...am I ever going to get that?”

You turned, batting your eyes.

“When do you want it?”

Richard chuckled.

“Oh I don't know…tonight?”

You were pleased with his response.

“That sounds nice.”

Richard looked behind him making sure no one was hovering before walking to you.

“I want to kiss you as me...not Gabriel.”

Your heart was beginning to pound. What was this man doing to you?

“What are you waiting for?”

You asked softly before Richard pulled you into a long deep kiss. He quickly picked you up, putting you on the dressing table. Richard settled himself between your legs. Your fingers were soon tangled in his hair pulling softly.

“You like this baby?”

You nodded with a smile.

“Do you think I would tell you no? I've wanted a kiss like this from you for weeks.”

Richard groaned.

“You could have gotten it whenever you wanted.”

2 hours later, you stood in front of your bathroom mirror. After the small make out session in your dressing room, you finally got away so you could rush home and shower for the date. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even notice Rob walk into the doorway.

“Y/n, why Richard?”

Your eyes rolled up to your brother's.

“Why not?”

Rob sighed.

“Jesus, I don't know. He's my best friend and maybe I know how he can tend to be.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Robbie, calm down I'm not running off to Vegas to marry him. It's just a date.”

Rob looked disbelieving for a moment.

“And you're going to sleep with him?”

You turned to face your brother, again.

“If it comes to it yes. Rob, I'm a grown woman now. I can decide who I want to sleep with.”

“He's a lot older than you.”

Kate rolled her eyes.

“Rob, please don't do this. Jesus, I would have thought you would been happy if I dated your best friend. You know everything about him.”

Rob nodded.

“That's what worries me.”

About that time the doorbell rang pulling, your attention from your uncomfortable conversation with her brother.

“And that would be my date. Rob, please. I get you are paranoid since you raised me. I understand that but you don't have to be my father anymore. You can be my brother and best friend now. Cut me some slack here okay?”

Rob sighed nodding.

“Just be careful.”

You nodded, kissing his cheek and went to the door. The moment that you laid eyes on Richard, you would have been pleased if he just threw you over his shoulder. He stood dressed in a black button-down shirt and tight black jeans that showed how perfect his hips and ass were. You were glad that you wore your tight emerald green dress that pushed your breasts together just right. From the look on Richard's face he looked pleased too.

“Damn sugar.”

He mumbled before pulling you into another kiss. Neither of you noticed Rob who walked by shaking his head.

The majority of the date went smoothly. Throughout dinner, Richard made you laugh almost nonstop. He hadn't expected to be drawn to you this quickly but you were drawing him in closer by the second!

After the restaurant, the two of you sat in a dark bar in the back corner. To Richard's delight, your backs were facing away from everyone else in the room. You were nestled on his lap as he ran his fingers down your thighs.

“This dress is like a perfect tease.”

He whispered taking a sip of the whiskey that was in his right hand. You batted your eyes at him again.

“I bet it would look better in your floor....look at me probably sounding like a slut.”

Richard rolled his eyes pulling you into a booze filled kissing session.

“How many men have you been with sugar?”

You blushed slightly.

“Considering we are probably about to sleep together, just you and one other loser.”

Richard looked a little surprised.

“He was that bad, huh?”

Kate nodded looking a tad annoyed.

“Yeah he was just some loser who play soccer professionally in Europe. He thinks he is god's gift. In actuality he sucks...and not in a fun way.”

Richard was slightly thankful the other guy sucked.

“I can treat you right darlin. You wouldn't be put on no back burner with me. I have to warn you though you may not be getting out of bed and able to walk right sometimes.”

You whimpered as Richard began to kiss from your neck down to the tops of your breasts.

“So is that you asking me to be with you exclusively?”

Richard looked up. You would be the first woman he had been with exclusively since his ex wife. Any other woman he had been with since then had just been for funzies. The thought of some other dude talking to you or touching you the way he was infuriated him.

“Yeah I guess it is.”

You smiled kissing him again before pulling away just enough to be able to speak.

“My response is yes.”

The kisses turned heavier. You whimpered as his hands stroked your thighs. In the moment, you were happy that you decided to wear no panties on the date. With a smirk, you reached out guiding Richard's hands up her your until he reached your soaking core.

“Fuck, baby.”

He moaned as he began to finger you slowly. Richard began to kiss you again to prevent you from moaning too loud. His gentle fingering became full-on finger fucking. One finger became two and two became three as he tried to give you an idea of what would be in store for you later that night.

“Quiet down sugar....everyone in this fucking place is going to hear how you will be moaning for me later.”

Richard whispered into your ear as he continued to finger her mercilessly. When he withdrew his fingers Kate moaned at the loss of stimulation. Richard gave her a naughty smirk.

“I bet you taste like heaven baby, I can't wait to get my tongue inside of you.”

You were pretty sure that you could have come just by watching Richard lick your juices off of his fingers.

“Are you ready to go princess?”

He asked softly. You nodded eagerly quickly standing up before smirking at Richard's obvious erection.

“I see that you are too.”

Richard nodded putting his jacket in front of him covering his lower body.

“Maybe I should have rethought the tight jeans huh?”

You shook your head.

“You've been teasing me with the tight jeans the past few weeks so you better stick with those”

Richard wrapped his free arm around your body, keeping her close to him.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

Richard's mouth locked on your neck and pulled you out of your little erotic memory. You tried not to cry out as Richard sucked at your harshly.

“Richard, you’re going to leave marks.”

“Yeah so?”

He mumbled pulling you into another kiss.

“Baby, we don't have time. We will be landing soon?”

Richard's mischievous eyes rolled to yours.

“They call it a quickie for a reason, sugar. Meet me in the bathroom. 5 minutes. Don't make me spank you.”

You looked at him with wide eyes as Richard stood. He gave you a smirk before sliding past you and disappearing down the aisle. You sat giggling in your seat for the next five minutes. Everyone you knew would know what was going on. You would have to walk past Misha and Vicki not to mention both Jared and Jensen.

Your phone buzzing got your attention. You looked down seeing Richard's name flash on the screen.

“Any day now, sugartits. Daddy needs some lovin.”

You blushed as you stood and began to walk to the bathroom at the back of the plane. Jared and Jensen didn't seem to notice you walk by or have a clue what was going on. They were both laughing over something on Jared's iPad. You rolled your eyes resisting to urge to ruffle Jared's hair. Your eyes landed on Misha who was talking quietly to Vicki. His face turned instantly to you as if knowing what was going on. He shot you a grin and a kissy face. You looked at him mouthing “shut up.” Misha grinned and went back to bug his wife.

Arriving at the back of the plane, you knocked quietly on the door before Richard opened it pulling you in. He quickly slammed you against the opposite wall. As you caught your breath back, Richard crammed his body against yours.

“Finally, you decided to get back here. You kept me waiting.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around Richard's neck as he shoved your skirt up.

“A whole five minutes? Baby are you really that spoiled?”

You cooed softly before attacking his neck with sucking kisses. Richard groaned.

“You've been petting my cock for the past half an hour. What the fuck do you think? Get these panties off.”

Richard stepped away undoing his jeans while you slipped your panties off. He wasn't gone long before quickly pulling your leg over his hip and slamming inside. You cried out until Richard reached up clamping his hand over your mouth.

“Easy, sugar.”

He moaned in-between thrusts. It didn't take long before your body tightened around his. Richard knew you were about to come undone and began to pound into you harder.

“Come for me, sugar.”

He cooed in your ear as you squealed against his palm coming hard. Richard smiled, satisfied for a moment before focusing on his own release. He pushed himself balls deep into you a few times before coming hard.

Both of you were panting as he let go of your leg letting her slide down to stand on two feet. You ran a hand through your now damp hair before reaching down to slide your panties back on.

“Nope.”

Richard said with a smirk. He snatched up your panties shoving it in his back pocket.

“Rich, are you really going to make me walk around without panties now?”

He smiled before wiggling his eyebrows.

“I may want to finger you some more....you know as we land. That can keep my mind at ease.”

You sighed knowing Richard was hamming up his fear of flying.

“Fine.”

You said before turning to the door and slipping out with Richard on your heels. The two of you got a few stares from cast mates who knew what was happening. You rolled your eyes at Matt who was giggling and making a suggestive smirk. Making a mental note, you decided to rib him later about overhearing him getting a little too excited with his girlfriend the weekend before.

Richard on the other hand, didn't give a good god damn about his friends starring. They should have known what to expect from him at this point. It wasn't until Misha reached out smacking him hard on the ass did Richard freeze. He turned around looking at Misha who was laughing like a mad man.

“The whole plane heard you two.”

Misha said with a smirk motioning toward Mark Pellegrino. He had put on some over the top huge headphones on and was staring intently at the in-flight film being shown. Richard glanced back at Misha.

“You know you enjoyed it.”

He said casually before turning and going back to join you.

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Jackpot | Sehun

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◇ Genre: What Happens In Vegas! AU, More Love/Hate (oops)

◇ Summary: A night of drunken fun in Vegas leads to you accidentally getting married to a tall, smirky stranger named Oh Sehun. Things get even more complicated when you hit a $2 million jackpot—neither of you can keep your share of the money unless you try and make the marriage work.

◇ Word Count: 4.7k

“Promise me you aren’t going to think about anything this weekend,” said your best friend Nat sternly, blocking the way into your hotel room with her outstretched arm. You rolled your eyes.

“I’m serious, Y/N. We didn’t come all the way to Vegas to have you be uptight and stressed out. We’re here to have fun, got it?” You laughed at the desperation in her voice. “Okay, okay Nat. Promise. No thinking about work, no thinking about him,” you said.

Nat sighed in relief, handing you the room pass with a wink. “Then let’s go get ready for a wild night.”

“I’m taking the shower first,” you called, striding into the bathroom. You undressed and stepped into the hot shower with a sigh, letting the water wash away your worries.

You had a lot of worries.

The biggest one was, probably, that your boyfriend of a year had cheated on you, a fact you had found out just last week. On top of that, your boss was being a complete asshole at work, and had relentlessly piled work up on your already tired shoulders. You had no time to even breathe.

Nat had noticed that you were basically on the verge of a nervous meltdown, and so had insisted on taking this spontaneous trip to Vegas for the weekend to lift your spirits. And you were determined to let your hair down, for just once.

You were pulled from your thoughts as you heard Nat scream. “Shit, Nat, what’s wrong?” you yelled, hurriedly wrapping a towel around your body.

You burst out of the bathroom, brandishing your curling iron as a weapon. Your mouth dropped as you saw Nat tackling a man onto the bed. “What the hell?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin as you heard someone approach you from behind. It was another man, and this time, you screamed, pushing him away. “For fucks’ sake. Leave him alone, what are you doing?” he yelled at Nat.

“Who the hell are you and what are you doing in our room?” you said defensively, pulling your towel tighter around yourself.

“Your room? This is ours!” he said, running his hand through his hair. Nat crossed her arms across her chest. “Why the fuck would the hotel give us the same room?” “I don’t know, lady. But I think I’m going to go find out before you murder me,” the shorter man said, rolling his eyes, scrambling off the bed from Nat’s wrath.

Turns out, your hotel had somehow double booked your room. But with some sweet-talking—courtesy of the taller guy—the manager agreed to let you stay in the penthouse suite as an apology. He even handed you VIP passes to all of the city’s hot spots.

The tall, dark-haired man smirked at your evident awe. “You girls are welcome. Thanks to us, you are now about to have the night of your lives.”

As you soon found out, his name was Sehun, while his shorter friend was called Junmyeon.

They seemed like a whole bunch of trouble and bad decisions. Which was, frankly, just what you needed. Plus, who would be stupid enough to give up those free VIP passes?

And so that night, you and Nat found yourselves having the time of your lives with two strangers you’d met just that afternoon.

You were chauffeured to casino after casino in a sleek black limo, had dinner in a Michelin star restaurant—and got more drunk than you ever had in your entire life.

You hadn’t meant to. Really. But you hadn’t anticipated Oh Sehun.

“What are you doing in Vegas?” you asked him. “I got fired,” he replied, throwing back his head as he swallowed a shot. “What about you?”

“My boyfriend cheated on me,” you said, shrugging, staring out at the view in front of you. Rooftop access at one of the city’s most luxurious hotels was now something to tick off your bucket list. All thanks to a room mishap.

“Okay, we’re going to need more drinks,” said Sehun, and waved over a waiter. You grinned back as he clinked his glass to yours. Over the course of the next few hours to found yourself pouring out all of your stress to him, while he did the same, telling you nearly his entire life story.

Oh Sehun was almost the complete opposite of you. He was arrogant, irresponsible, and seemed to think he had no faults.

You, on the other hand, were dedicated, hard-working, and (even though you never admitted it) uptight as hell. It was strange how quickly you opened up to a stranger who was so different from you.

The night was a blur of loud music, money, and alcohol. You let loose, letting the pulsing music in the club flow through your veins, along with the ridiculous amount of alcohol you’d consumed. You found yourself pressed up against Sehun on more than a few occasions, his flushed face dangerously close to yours.

“You know,” you yelled over the pounding bass. “It’s funny how connected I feel to you, even though we like, just met.” Sehun grinned. “Don’t get me wrong,” you continued, linking your arms around his neck to pull him closer. “You’re probably the last person on the planet whom I would ever sleep with.”

Sehun’s eyes were dark as he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “The feeling’s mutual.” “Good,” you said loudly, but the breath hitched in your throat as his hands found your hips, your bodies moving together against the rhythm.

And then he was laughing, and you were laughing, and he was too close to you for you to be able to think straight. His lips met yours, and as you tasted the alcohol on his breath, you let go of the last bit of sobriety and let the night envelope you with its madness.

You woke up with your head throbbing. You groaned and turned over, clutching the duvet closer. You realized with a start that you were completely naked.

The previous night’s events flooded through your muddled mind, and you bit your lip as you remembered tumbling onto the bed with Sehun.

“Shit,” you muttered. You sat up and pushed your hair back. Something cool touched your cheek as your fingers brushed past your face. You did a double take as you took in the ring sitting gold and pretty on your finger.

The ring.

“No no no. Oh god please no. This is not happening.” Oh but it was. Because as you glanced at the mirror in front of the bed, you read the post-it note stuck on it.

Morning, wifey. We’re at the buffet - Sehun

Fuck.

“Was there any part of the night that you thought, ‘Hey, it’s probably a bad idea to let my drunk best friend marry a random guy?’” you hissed at Nat as you made your way to the table where Sehun and Junmyeon were. Nat just shrugged. “I threw up on Junmyeon. I had no idea what was happening.”

Worst best friend ever.

“I’m-uh-gonna go get some coffee,“ you said, making eye contact with Sehun as you neared the table.

He caught the hint, and followed you as you made your way instead to one of the lottery machines casually placed right outside the breakfast buffet. “What even is this city,” you muttered, pulling out a quarter from your wallet.

“Good morning,” said Sehun nonchalantly. You smiled thinly. “Last night was…something,” he started. “You can say that again,” you said awkwardly. “You’re a lot of fun,” said Sehun. “I mean…the sex was—“

“Um, I’d rather not,” you cut him off, your face burning. “Right,” said Sehun clearing his throat. “Of course, we now have a tiny little problem of these rings..”

“Yeah, it’s hard to forget,” you said. “We need a divorce.”

For a moment Sehun just stared at you. “Did you just dump me?” You laughed awkwardly. “Well, we obviously hardly know each other—”

“No, no. Of course. Thank god you said it first,” said Sehun, looking relieved. You were slightly taken aback. “Junmyeon says we need an annulment, not a divorce,” he continued.

You felt strangely annoyed. “Yeah, okay. Sure.”

Sehun let out a breath. “Phew. I’m glad that’s out of the way. Bullet dodged huh?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I mean, look, I’m sorry. But you just seem like the type of girl who’s looking for a serious relationship, and I’m not…I’m definitely not that guy,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

You stared at him, your annoyance now flaring up.

“No offense, but you seem like a lot of work—” he broke off at the look on your face. “Ah, marriage is an outdated concept, right?” he said awkwardly.

“Yeah, so is immaturity,” you said, snorting. “Pull it together, dude. No wonder you got fired. No one wants an employee who runs away from the slightest problem.”

Sehun stared at you. “Excuse me? And this is coming from a basically robotic woman, who had to come all the way to Vegas and marry a stranger to realize what a mess her life is?”

You gaped at him. “You know what? I’ll send you a fucking email about the annulment. Have a nice day, asshole.”

“You too,” said Sehun, flicking the quarter out of your fingers. “Hey, we’ll always have Vegas right?” he said, and pushed the coin into the machine, pressing down the lever.

“That was mine,” you said scowling, and turned away to storm off. You stopped in your tracks as a loud buzz went off, accompanied by a horn sounding. You whipped around, only to see everyone cheering and yelling, because someone had just won the jackpot money from the machine.

$2,000,000.

It took a minute for you process what was happening, until Sehun threw his hands up and yelled. “Holy fuck! I’m rich! I’m fucking rich!”

You stared as everyone surrounded him, cheering and congratulating him on his win, and the hotel manager handed him a massive cheque.

Junmyeon and Nat walked over to see what the commotion was about, and their jaws dropped as they saw Sehun standing there with his huge cheque, and equally huge smile on his face.

“That was my quarter,” you said in a daze.

You pushed your way through the throng of people and grabbed the corner of the cheque. Sehun dismissed you with a wave. “I’m the one who pulled the lever. So the money’s mine.”

“Not so fast, baby,” you said, smiling sweetly. “We’re married now, remember? What’s yours is mine.”

You felt a sense of triumph as Sehun’s face dropped with the realization.

“What a lovely way to celebrate our first day of marriage, hm?”

“This is ridiculous,” muttered Sehun as the two of you exited the court back home a week later. It was by some strange coincidence that Sehun lived in the same town as you.

“Yeah, well, we don’t have a choice, do we? It’s either this and a million dollars each, or nothing,” you said, sighing.

The judge had ruled that the two of you had to co-exist and attempt to make the ‘marriage’ work for 6 months before you could finalize the divorce. If either of you didn’t co-operate for that amount of time, the money would be tied up in litigation.

Sehun snorted. “We have to live together? And go to weekly counseling sessions? I can’t believe this is happening.”

You rolled your eyes. “This is obviously worse for me. I can’t imagine what your apartment is like.” “At least I have one. Where’s yours, I wonder? Oh, right, you lived with your cheating boyfriend. Sorry,” said Sehun meanly.

“6 months,” you said under your breath as you walked away. “I can do this.”

“See you tomorrow, wifey,” called Sehun sarcastically from behind you.

Just as you’d expected, Sehun’s apartment was a mess. His dirty laundry was lying pretty much everywhere, the bathroom looked as if it hadn’t been cleaned in weeks, and the refrigerator was stuffed with disgusting junk food.

“I can’t do this,” you moaned, as Nat helped you bring in your stuff. “Think about the 1 million dollars,” she reminded you.

Sehun sauntered out of his room, yawning. “Make yourself at home, sweetheart.”

“This is a pig sty,” you said. It’s one thing if you like a guy and have to put up with stuff like this. But you, I don’t care for. So clean up.”

“Hey, if you have a problem with it, you clean up,” he said shrugging.

So the rest of the day with was spent with you using anti-bacterial wipes and sprays, trying to make the place as accommodating as you possibly could. By the end of the evening, you were exhausted, and all you wanted to do was get a good night’s sleep. You washed up and made your way to where Sehun was lounging in the living room.

“Which one of us is taking the couch?” you asked tiredly. Sehun glanced up at you. “I don’t mind. You can use the bedroom,” he said. “Thanks,” you said awkwardly. “Sweet dreams, then.”

And just like that, the first day co-existence was over. You weren’t sure how many more you could take.

Sure enough, after one week of living together, you were pretty sure you were going to go insane.

Sehun did absolutely nothing the entire day, and seemingly was making no effort to even try and find another job. His logic was that in 6 months, he would be 1 million dollars richer and so didn’t need to work.

But you were still working your ass off at your job, and it pissed you off to come back to a messy apartment with Sehun lying about doing just about jackshit.

And when you told him so, he got annoyed and told you to mind your own business. There was no point in trying to talk to him about anything.

But the two of you put on the biggest show of your lives when you had to visit the marriage counselor. You held hands sweetly, called each other lovable nicknames, and tried your best to make it look like you were in love.

If the counselor thought it looked fake as hell, she didn’t say it.

“You know, if one of you cheated on the other or something, won’t the innocent person get to keep all the money?” asked Nat a few weeks later.

You nearly choked on your coffee. “What did you just say?”

“I mean, think about it. The person who fucks up and ruins the marriage doesn’t get the money. If you could get Sehun to somehow ‘cheat’ on you…”

A lightbulb went off in your head. “Nat, I think you’re onto something here.” Nat smiled smugly. “What say we throw a little party?”

And so the following weekend, without telling Sehun, you invited a bunch—or not really bunch, more like all the girls you knew—over to the apartment. “Remember girls,” you whispered. “Do and try anything to get into his pants. I doubt it’ll be too difficult.”

You felt a little guilty for tricking him like this. But you’d had enough.

And so it was with some sort of sickening satisfaction that you observed Sehun get surrounded by girls as soon as he appeared. He gaped at you. “What the fuck?”

“I just wanted to throw a party,” you said innocently. “I hope that’s okay.”

Sehun went red as a girl ran her hand down his chest. “I know what you’re trying to do,” he said, smiling. “And let me tell you, two can play at this game.”

You feigned ignorance and shrugged. “Have fun!”

But a half hour later, you realized you had underestimated him. Because not only did he manage to avoid making out with even one girl, but he also invited over his own friends.

His very hot friends.

Junmyeon was there, and so were a few others you’d never met. “Whoa, Sehun, this is your wife?” said one of them. “Dude, why the hell are you getting a divorce? She’s hot!”

You went red. Sehun coughed. “Shut up, Baekhyun,” said Junmyeon, smacking the guy who’d spoken in the arm.

This was going to be a long night.

It seemed as though Sehun had instructed his friends to do quite the opposite of what you’d asked your friends to do. Except for Baekhyun, the others avoided you every time you tried to talk to one of them.

You took an angry sip of your beer when the tall, cute one called Chanyeol politely excused himself out of a conversation with you. You locked eyes with Sehun from across the room and he smirked.

The party just got wilder and wilder. Soon enough, the music was blaring loud enough for you to get a headache, and you stumbled into the bathroom for some quiet.

To your surprise, Sehun was sitting there on the closed toilet seat. He raised his eyebrow as you came in.

“Tired already?”

“Not at all,” you lied. “But you must be. This must be so hard for you. Not being able to sleep with any of those girls even though you’re dying to? Go ahead, Sehun. Why don’t you just give in?”

Sehun laughed. “Do you really think I’m dumb enough to cheat on you?”

“I think it’s only a matter of time,” you replied. “Well, you’re wrong,” he said. “I can manage fine without chicks.”

You snorted. “Yeah, okay.”

“Don’t worry about me,” he said, standing up and walking over to you. “I’m a married man. And I am not screwing this thing up.” He was suddenly too close.

You stared up at him, unnerved at his proximity to you. His nose was almost touching yours. “Neither am I, Sehun,” you whispered. “I’m gonna go till the end of this.”

“Till death do us apart,” he said, his voice low. Your heart hammered in your chest.

“Not unless I kill you first.”

After that, it was war. The both of you tried everything possible to sabotage the other.

Sehun shut your alarm off one day, and you couldn’t wake up in time for work. You fumed as you pulled the clothes over yourself in a hurry, not even realizing that Sehun walked right in on you changing.

“Nice grandma panties,” he observed. You threw a pillow at him.

“What happened to the lace ones you wore in Vegas? Those were nice,” he continued, unbothered by your rage.

“I’m saving those for a husband who isn’t a complete jerk,” you snapped. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to be extremely late to work thanks to you.”

“You’re welcome!” he called as you rushed out of the house.

As payback, you decided not to remind Sehun about the meeting with the counselor the next weekend. You sat there smugly as she shook her head at his ‘irresponsibility’.

Sehun looked ready to murder when you went back home. “Real mature, Y/N.” You just shrugged. “Hey, it isn’t my job to remind you. If you really wanted to work on this marriage, you would’ve been there.”

The look on his face was worth everything.

But as the weeks went by, strangely enough, it soon began to feel more like fun than an annoyance. You felt as if you were going crazy.

Because now you were getting used to him. You were just so used to having Sehun around all the time, that a small part of you was dreading when he would no longer be.

You felt as though you would miss him, even his stupid pranks. He’d become some sort of a frenemy to you. Some nights, you’d just sit there and argue on the couch about what movie to watch, and he’d steal all your popcorn. Or you’d make a meal together, fighting but laughing all the while about what ingredients to use.

Once, when you were doubled up in pain from period cramps, he actually went out and got you some painkillers and a tub of ice cream, even though he grumbled about it all the while.

The gesture touched you in a way you’d never imagined. But you were careful not to let Sehun know. There was no point, what with just a few months left of this arrangement. You would be going your two separate ways, each with a million dollars, and would never look back.

You hated to admit to yourself that it was going to hurt.

“It’s your birthday, babes. We’re going out,” said Nat, pulling you out of bed. You groaned. “I think I’ve had enough of your crazy ideas. I hope you realize that the last time I went out to party I got drunk and got married.”

“Sehun, would you please convince your wife to have a little fun on her birthday?” Nat called, ignoring you. Sehun appeared in the doorway. “I didn’t know it was your birthday,” he said. You rolled your eyes. “And the best husband award goes to..”

Sehun shrugged. “I know a great nightclub. Let’s go. You, me, Nat and Junmyeon. It’ll be like Vegas all over again.”

You bit your lip. “That’s exactly what I don’t want it to be like.”

But later that night, you were being dragged along anyway, in a tight black dress you hadn’t worn in ages. You must’ve imagined the way Sehun looked at you, his ears going slightly red at the tips.

You were frankly tired of loud music and alcohol. And so you sat at the bar while Nat when crazy on the dance floor, pulling Junmyeon along with her.

To your surprise, Sehun sat with you. “I don’t like this song,” he said simply. You hid a smile. When had he suddenly got so considerate?

You stirred your mocktail. “Weird, isn’t it? In a month or so we won’t be married anymore.” The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them.

Sehun was silent for a few minutes, and you almost wished you hadn’t said anything.

“Yeah, weird. But we can keep in touch,” he said finally. You nodded awkwardly. “I guess.”

You suddenly felt as though a heavy weight was settling over your chest. The flashing lights and music ringing in your ears were all at once overwhelming.

You stood up abruptly. “I’m gonna go get some air.” You didn’t wait to hear his response, quickly making your way out of the club, pushing through the crowd of people.

Once outside, you took a couple of deep breaths. You had to pull it together. There was no way in hell you were suddenly getting feelings for Sehun. You were not going to let it happen.

“Y/N?”

You turned at the mention of your name. And felt your whole body freeze.

It was him. The man you’d vowed never to see ever again. The man you’d wasted a year of your life with, only to have him break your heart. You automatically took a step back.

He held his arms up defensively. “I just want to talk.” “I don’t want to hear anything you have to say,” you spat. “You don’t get to fuck other girls and then expect me believe anything you say.”

“Whoa. It was one girl. And it was an accident. You know that. I was stressed out, drunk—”

You gaped at him. “So? I’ve been stressed too, asshole. That didn’t mean I cheated on you. You’re pathetic.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. I just-I saw you here and everything came back to me. Seeing you looking so good, it just—I want you back,” he said, taking a step towards you, grabbing your hand.

You tried to snatch away from his grip. “Let go of me.”

“Not until you let me make it up to you,” he said, pulling you closer. You shoved him in the chest, but he didn’t budge. You felt sudden fear wash over you. You just wanted to get away from him and his disgusting touch.

And then suddenly, he was being pulled away from you by someone strong, stumbling backward. Your eyes widened as you saw who it was. “What the fuck are you doing?” asked Sehun calmly, looking at him levelly in the eye.

Your ex-boyfriend roughly pulled his arm away. “Why the fuck do you care?” he sneered. “Did he hurt you?” asked Sehun, looking at you. You shook your head, swallowing.

Your ex stared at you. “Who is this guy, Y/N?” Before you could reply, Sehun spoke. “I’m her husband,” he said, smiling. “So you better get the fuck away from her.”

He gaped at Sehun. And then at you. And then he laughed. “This is a joke, right? You’re telling me you left me and then immediately found this guy to fuck and marry? Shit, Y/N. I underestimated you. I didn’t think you were such a slu—”

He was cut off by Sehun punching him square in the jaw. “Oh my god, Sehun, stop!” you yelled, grabbing him to pull him back. Your ex-boyfriend’s eyes were alive in rage as he swung forward, aiming for Sehun’s face, but he ducked in time.

Just then, as if a godsend, Junmyeon ran out of the club, panting. “Hey, hey! Break it up, man,” he said, quickly stepping between the two men. Sehun’s face was calm, like it always was, but you could see the silent fury in his eyes.

Your ex spat on the ground, his lip bleeding. “You’re fucking crazy. All of you.” “Get lost,” you said in a low voice. “I mean it. I don’t want to ever see you again.”

And then you were pulling Sehun with you and walking away, Junmyeon following behind.

You winced as Sehun slammed the door of the apartment shut. “What a fucking asshole,” he muttered, throwing himself onto the couch.

“Thanks for sticking up for me back there,” you said, awkwardly sitting down next to him. He rolled his eyes. “You don’t need to thank me. It was just my first instinct. To protect you.”

You felt a blush creep up onto your cheeks. To your astonishment, Sehun also went red, as if he was surprised at his words.

“Look, I know this is probably going to sound really strange, but I don’t think I want this divorce any more,” he blurted.

You stared at him in shock. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I think I want to stay married. To you,” he said, turning away in embarrassment. “But why?” you asked, bewildered. Was there a chance...?

“I like you, okay?” said Sehun abruptly. “I like annoying you, and I like fighting with you, and I like sitting here doing nothing with you. This sounds cheesy as fuck, but it’s true. Yo-you make me happy. Even though I know I probably don’t show it at all.”

You started to smile. “I don’t want the divorce either. I want to try and make this work. Our marriage is probably the most unconventional and crazy thing that has ever happened in my incredibly boring life so far. I never realized how much I needed someone like you, Sehun.”

He started to laugh. “I seriously did not think it would come to this. What the hell do we tell the court now?”

“That we somehow fell in love over 6 months and decided to stay together?” you suggested. Sehun raised an eyebrow. “Did you just say the L-word?”

“Maybe,” you said, feeling dangerous as you scooted closer to him. He tilted his head slightly, his lips inches from yours.

“I don’t know how long I’ve held back,” he murmured, and then his lips were on yours, and your heart was alive.

When you pulled away from the kiss, breathless, you felt as though every nerve in your body was on fire. “Well, what do you want to do with 2 million dollars?” you asked, dazed. Sehun smirked. “Late honeymoon?” You giggled. “We really won the jackpot, didn’t we?”

“I know I did,” said Sehun. “I won you.”

You burst out laughing. “Dude, if you don’t stop being so sappy I might have to re-think that divorce.”

Sehun just grinned.

“I guess what happens in Vegas doesn’t really stay in Vegas, does it?”

A/N: I really really hoped you liked it as much as I loved writing it! Seriously, this was so much fun to imagine! Please do send me your thoughts :)

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hacden-blog · 7 years

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( ANGEL by FIFTH HARMONY. ) that song always reminds me of hyerim 'hayden' jung. she is a twenty-one year old cisfemale that has lived in honey county for sixteen years, currently residing in honey court. hayden is a animal shelter clerk and street artist, with a reputation for being hard working, courageous, candid, &. apprehensive. it’s hard to miss her at the lake in town, especially since they look so much like jung jinsoul. ( as penned by kels, 23, cst, she/her. )

hi! i’m kels, the always working or sleeping mun behind my precious babe hayden! i like short walks to the fridge, binge watching all the kpop videos, and avoiding all kinds of responsibilities cause being an adult is the worst :) ok that about sums me up, just click that little heart down there if you’d like to plot and i’ll come invade your i.m’s in probs like .2 seconds <3

hyerim was born in gangam, south korea to a mother who was obsessed with the finer things in life. she jumped from one wealthy man to the next, but ended up getting pregnant by one who was kind of already married so he paid her to keep quite and never speak to him again.

hyerim didn’t live in korea long before her mother decided to escape this town and head to the good ol’ US of A and ended up finding a cute little place here in honey county where, you guessed it, her mother tried her hand at seducing even more men here!

seeing as this is a smaller town, the derogatory terms toward her mother quickly began to spread, and with hyerim’s father now putting a stop to his funds, the two found themselves in south country

quick fact: hyerim got tired of trying to correct everyone when they pronounced her name and took up an english name of hayden that she’s been using since third grade now

hayden was often bullied in school for living in a ‘broken’ home and having a mother who can’t seem to stop sleeping around and bringing random men home and odd hours of the night

this led to hayden lashing out pretty badly in school, always getting into fights and causing trouble mainly b/c she wasn’t going to just sit there and get bullied w/o fighting back, but her mom didn’t really care so nothing was really done to stop it

her mother ended up prego once more when hayden was about ten and suddenly had to help basically raise this baby b/c her mother wasn’t doing so well w/ her so there’s no way she’d raise this one well enough, especially since she wasn’t getting her necessary ‘funds’

so around her new little sister ( i’ll think of a name later ) she made sure to act responsible and kind, showing her sister how to truly act and grow up with a much better attitude than she had

but once she was at school or lurking around town, hayden grew into her troublemaker ways, vandalizing the town with her street art, stealing a few items here and there and causing a mess with other roughed up kids

life was like this most of the time for hayden growing up, and all she had to keep her sane was her sister, her art, and taking up a job at the local animal shelter which began to soften her harden shell and teach her to be a bit more careful with her actions

one thing their mother loved to do was play the lottery, hoping one day to take home the big jackpot and leave this horrendous town behind for good. only a few days after turning eighteen, hayden thought it would be funny to buy her own lottery ticket, just for shits and giggles, only to find out that she in fact won the big jackpot lottery of 300 million dollars

hayden kept this quite, b/c the last thing she wanted was attention for winning such a large amount of money so quickly. what she did do, was give her mother 100 million dollars from the earning and told her to leave her and her sister alone. her mother didn’t even question it and disappeared without a trace

hayden moved her and her sister out of south country and into honey court where she bought them a nice and spacious house where they could finally have their own room, and hayden could have her own art studio.

she doesn’t flaunt her money by any means, and still dresses in her usual ripped up jeans and crop top with her favorite, and old, leather jacket. if anything she mostly spoils her younger sister and tries to provide her all the things hayden never got growing up. she still works at the animal shelter full time, and still leaves her mark on the town with her incredible street art that she happily cleans up after a few days so people don’t get too pissy

if anyone asks where she gets the money from, she just says her wealthy father passed away and apparently left all his money to her. she won’t, however, lie about what happened to mother b/c she hated that women more than anything and is happy to let anyone know who’s curious that she paid her mom to leave town and never look back.

hayden has also been helping rebuild the town in any way she can and help improve what the fire had destoryed

she’s also adopted a corgi and a black lab from the animal shelter she works at. the corgi is her sisters which is named wiggles cause she likes to wiggle around a lot. the black lab is hayden’s which she named raven from teen titans

personality!

hayden is rough around the edges. she was born to take care of herself and never rely on anyone. being bullied as a kid taught her not to trust people too much, and she probably only has one or two close friends

she judges a bit too quickly sometimes, and it’s a habit she’s trying to break but she just doesn’t like being around a lot of people and rather isolate herself in her art studio

if you do get lucky enough to catch her on a good day, you can actually see her beautiful smile and contagious laugh that only a rare amount of people can produce

she adores her younger sister, will do anything and everything for her tbh

has never been in love, doesn’t know what it’s like or how to be romantic and sappy, maybe dated a few ppl but for the most part just sleeps around cause like mother like daughter

has a heart of gold deep down if you can actually get past her defense mechanisms <3

plots!

the best friend that knows hayden inside and out, knows her whole backstory and secrets of how she got all this money, can trust each other with their lives and love each other dearly

first kid that befriended hayden when she moved

maybe a bully in school, someone who hayden dislikes even to this day

ART BUDDIES

fwb’s pls, my girl is pansexual so ;)

someone who was a troublemaker like her, they hung out a lot and wrecked havoc on the town, but now that she moved to a different location and is trying to clean up her reputation, they’ve grown apart? maybe this friend is trying to pull her back into old habits

ex’s, maybe hayden was too cold for them or didn’t open up enough and they broke it off but this person was the only one who ever got close enough to make hayden wonder if this was what it was like to truly adore someone in such a way

someone who likes to pick on hayden for fun, get under her skin and maybe are curious as to who she really is as a person

asldkfjsdk i’m sure there’s mORE BUT I’M TIRED AF SO IF YOU READ ALL OF THIS BLESS YOUR SOUL <3

#honeys:intro #my tags probs won't work just yet sooo excuse me if i reblog this a couple of times #to make sure it doesn't get lost on the dash lol

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screamingintosilence · 7 years

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I Don’t Want You Like a Best Friend

Summary: "Inescapable, I'm not even going to try. And if I get burned, at least we were electrified." El has angst, Max is the best friend we all want, Mike did something really dumb 4 years ago, and now it's time to get drunk and confess all. It only gets hotter from here.

Pairing: Mileven with lots of mentions of Lumax, Will/OC, and Dustin/OC

Can also be read on AO3 here

“So what are you going to do about Wheeler?”

I glanced over my shoulder at Max, who was flipping through the rack of clothes behind me. Turning back to the lipstick I was looking through, I tried to brush her off with a “What about him?”

“Seriously El? You’re my best friend. I’ve known you for almost four years now!”

“Ok? So?” I tried out the red lipstick. I usually stuck with light pink, since Hopper would throw a fit over anything else, but we had just finished our junior year at Hawkins High and I was feeling adventurous. As adventurous as one can be about lipstick when one’s father is the police chief. I rolled my eyes at myself. I was as straightlaced as they came, something which Max constantly liked to tease me for, ever since I came back for good. I was sick of it and I wanted a change.

“I don’t understand how the hell you two aren’t together,” I heard her grumble. “C’mon, El. Everyone and their mother can see that you guys belong together!”

I huffed. “Max, you were there when he threw, like, the biggest fit about us not being boyfriend and girlfriend.” Yeah, three and a half years ago and that still stung like a bitch.

......

It had been a few weeks after the Snow Ball of ‘84 and Hopper had let me stay at the Byers (before him and Joyce were a thing) with the whole party. It was the only other place I was allowed before my year of confinement was up and I could start high school with everyone.

We had all just been hanging out and the boys had found out about our kiss. Lucas’s and Dustin’s favorite thing was to tease Mike, so this was like hitting the jackpot. They teased endlessly about us being together and how we were as good as married, and whatever else 13-year-old boys tease about. I had been blushing the whole time while Max was petting my arm to try and reassure me that it was all in good fun.

Mike, though, was having none of it. After about 15 minutes of continuous teasing from the two, he finally snapped. “El and I are NOT boyfriend and girlfriend! Would you two assholes shut up already?! We’re just best friends, jesus fucking christ! El, tell them we’re not dating!”

His eyes were begging me. “D-dating?” That was still a word I hadn’t really learned yet.

“It means together, like Nancy and Jonathan. Tell them how we’re just friends. Please! Tell them how we’re just best friends!” He was pleading with me now.

Finally grasping what he was say, there was a tight pang in my chest and I could feel my eyes slightly moisten. So I was wrong. He doesn’t like me like that. It was just as best friends. Emotions were tearing me up inside, but I couldn’t let any of the others see, especially Mike.

“Uh, ye-yeah. We’re, um, we’re just best friends, guys,” Mike was nodding at me and it felt like my heart was breaking. Don’t let it show, I chanted to myself.

“See! Now can we please just watch a movie or something?”

“Yeah, yeah, lovebird,” Lucas threw up his hands. “Just don’t make it Poltergeist again.”

Will rolled his eyes at the other three boys and turned to me from where he was seated on my other side. He leaned in to whisper, “They’re all idiots, El. 13-year old boys don’t know how to act around girls. I mean, just ask Max. We basically stalked her when she first got here.”

Max was nodding in agreement and whispered back, “He’s right. All of them were being total creeps, and Mike was rude as shit - given it’s because you were gone - but the boy can be a real dummy for someone so smart.”

I appreciated their reassurances and was trying to take subtle deeps breaths in through my nose and out through my mouth to keep the tears at bay. “Uh, I, uh, have to use the bathroom. I’ll be back.” I whispered as I squeezed both of their hands to try and convince them that I was fine before getting up and locking myself in the bathroom.

I let the tears come for 5 minutes as I sat on the edge of Will’s bath tub before I heard knocking on the door. “El? It’s Mike. Are you ok in there?” I could hear the worry in his tone and knew I couldn’t let him see me like this.

Wiping my eyes up and trying to sniffle my nose as quietly as I could, I tried to make my voice sound as normal as possible “Yeah. Just don’t feel good. Must have been Eggos.” I make my way to the sink and turn on the water as cold as it would go. I had seen on one of the episodes of Days of Our Lives that cold water reduced puffiness of the eyes or something.

After giving myself another minute or two to try and look normal again, I opened the door to see Mike leaning against the wall opposite. When he saw me, he reached out to hold my hand, but I flinched back. Trying to cover it up, I rubbed my stomach and made a grimacing face.

He scratched the back of his neck instead, asking again if I was ok, sounding sheepish. After nodding and mentioning how I probably should eat more than just Eggos, he gave in with a nod of his head.

When we got back in the living room, I curled up into Max’s side, hugging her arm with both of mine. She gave me a look in surprise, since that was normally something I only did with Mike, but I just shook my head looking at her with big eyes. She sighed, understanding me, because next to Mike she was quickly becoming my best friend. She patted my hair and leaned her head on mine, focusing back on the tv.

I could see Mike out of the corner of my eye looking over at us, slightly distressed. He was sitting next to Will who happened to be in-between us. I saw Will nudge him and heard him whisper, “It’s probably just women stuff. Like what Nancy goes through once a month. She’ll be fine.”

I saw Mike’s nose crinkle and he shuddered a bit, before nodding and turning back to the tv. I didn’t know what Will had been talking about, but I could always ask Max or Nancy at another time. I appreciated that Will bought me time, though. Hopefully it was enough to at least let me come to terms with my feelings being one sided.

......

It had been enough. Over the next week, I avoided Mike as much as possible, which he thankfully didn’t find suspicious due to Will’s explanation. I let myself have that week, and then decided to lock all those feelings up in a mental box and try and bury it as much as possible. I didn’t want to lose Mike as my best friend, so I would just let things be how he wanted. I also didn’t want to make anything awkward with the party, so I did my best to act as if I wasn’t pining over Mike until it became second nature.

We would still hold hands and he would walk around the halls with his arm slung over my shoulder once I started school with them. He’d give me little pecks on the top of my head, since he towered over me now. And I’d give him quick pecks on the cheek. The guys and Max would tease us good naturedly about how “Are you guys sure you aren’t secretly dating?” and there was constantly a rumor going around about us being together, but true to my part I would roll my eyes with him and we’d laugh it off.

He was my best friend. He owned my heart and he didn’t even know. All our innocent gestures further solidified my love for him, but it was something I could never admit to. We had been toeing the line for 3 years now and he was still calm and sure as ever in our friendship, while never knowing that my heart still went erratic every time we touched.

It didn’t help at all that Mike really grew into his looks in high school. Puberty hit the boy hard, and man did it almost destroy my façade. He might still be a nerd, but looks can truly help one’s popularity. Girls would constantly be trying to get him to notice them; how he never did is something I still don’t understand.

And to be honest, all the boys came out of it on the winning side of growing up.

So did Max. She was a stunner. If it wasn’t for her steady relationship with Lucas that started after that fateful Snow Ball, she’d have guys begging her for a date. Not that she didn’t anyway, but after Lucas took up baseball, most guys didn’t want to even try messing with her.

I came out literally plain Jane. As much as Max tried to tell me otherwise, I know it’s a lost cause. The girls in our grade would constantly tease me about how plain I was and how they didn’t understand why my friends liked me. It lessened a bit when Max actually punched one of them in the face after gym one day. She had smugly said how much it was worth it once she got out of her week suspension. The boys wouldn’t stop talking about how epic it was and how they wish they could do the same, but since they were boys… I may have rolled my eyes at that.

So with Lucas’s popularity from being on the baseball team, and Mike’s heartthrob looks they were an easy win to become student body vice president and president respectively for our upcoming senior year. Dustin’s and Will’s skills at campaigning didn’t hurt either.

The summer had started and Mike’s parents were gone with Holly for the weekend on some trip to Kiddieland or somewhere. Mike had won them over in letting him stay home, using Nancy coming back from college as his excuse. In reality, Mike Wheeler was planning to throw an all out, incoming-seniors-only party. This was a far cry from the Mike Wheeler I first met, but I guess wanting to have the full high school experience and now being the student body president, he had this air of confidence that 13-year old Mike Wheeler would be in awe of.

We also lucked out with Joyce and Hopper taking mine and Will’s newest little sister to our grandma’s and going away for the weekend. Without the chief of police breathing down our necks and with Steve promising to buy us alcohol (after a ton of begging, puppy dog eyes and maybe some guilt tripping on Dustin’s part), it was the perfect storm of events. Nancy and Jonathan had even promised to stay out of our hair, planning a movie night with Steve at Steve’s house.

All of this is why Max and I are currently at the mall shopping. She had insisted that we needed new outfits for this type of thing, “I want to stun Lucas. I want his jaw to drop and I want him drooling.”

I made a face at this. “Max, you already have the boy hook, line, and sinker.” (Dustin had taught me that saying.) “Hell, you guys have already done it!” She had told me about how they had sex down by Lovers’ Lake last July, not sparing me any details no matter how much I begged. Lucas was my unofficial brother, like Dustin. I so didn’t need to know all that about him, but Max just laughed at me, “You’re so innocent and pure, Ellie. Someone has to corrupt you.”

Shuddering at the memory, I finally walked over to where Max was flipping through the dresses, if you could call the tiny scraps of fabric that. “When’s the last time I could dress like this for him? I love him, and I love teasing him,” my nose crinkled at her explanation.

“So gross. I don’t need to know this.”

She laughed, “Oh, c’mon. You’re my best friend. Who else am I going to talk about sex with?”

“I don’t care! Not me! Knowing it’s Lucas that you’re letting bone you makes me want to vomit.”

She just smirked, “You’re one to talk, Miss I-want-Mike-Wheeler-to-pound-me.”

Flushing in embarrassment and glancing around quickly to make sure there wasn’t anyone close to us to overhear, “Oh my god, Max, shut up! No I don’t! We’re just friends! How many times do I have to tell you?!”

“Mm-hm. The starry-eyed gaze you guys give each says otherwise. You guys are literally sickening.”

“I have no clue what you are talking about.” I knew I sometimes looked at Mike like that, I couldn’t help it, but there was no way he looked at me the same. That’s just wishful thinking. Really wishful.

“Ellie,” she was the only one besides Hopper ever allowed to call me that. A fact that she relished. “You’re my best friend. I know you better than you think. You like him. Fuck what he said after Snow Ball, the boy is stupid, all boys are. He was just embarrassed. But if there was one thing I know about Mike Wheeler, it’s that that boy would lay down his life for you. He would walk through the seven pits of hell just to make you smile. Jesus christ, he already threatens every boy that even thinks of looking at you.”

My eyebrows pulled together in confusion and I glanced up from the dresses I was looking through to face Max. “Ok, now I really have no clue what you are talking about. Boys don’t look at me. Outside of group assignments almost no other boy has ever even talked to me. Just plain ol’ Jane, remember?”

She glared at me, “I love you Ellie, but God you are being stupid right now.”

“Hey!”

She grabbed my hand over the clothing rack and dragged me over to the closest mirror. Putting her hands on my shoulder to make me face it, she stood behind me.

“Look at yourself, El. Really look. The reason all those bitches try and say that you’re plain is because you’re fucking beautiful, with or without make-up or ‘stylish’ clothes, and that makes them jealous and bitter. You have the school heartthrob hanging on your every word, and quite literally hanging on you, that they would kill to be in your place. Wheeler looks at you like you put the stars in the sky. He knows how amazing and gorgeous you are and that’s why when the QB last year, Tony Hill, was going to ask you to homecoming, Mike threatened him and made sure that everyone knew you were his date.”

“He only asks me because he’s my best friend, he probably just doesn’t want to have to deal with the hoard of screaming girls who want him to ask them.”

Max started shaking me by the shoulders, “I. Want. To. Strangle. You. Right. Now! El!”

“Max!”

“He loves you! My god the boy couldn’t be more in love with you!”

“You’re crazy!”

“Am not! I’m going to prove it to you!”

“Oh yeah? How are you going to do that?” I gave her my best skeptical look.

She glared back at me in the mirror, “The party.” She then grabbed my arm and dragged me back over to the dresses, furiously flipping through them until she found one that seemed to appease her. Still having a strong hold on my arm, she pulled me over to the fitting rooms, shoving me and the dress in one and closing the door.

My eyes flitted over the fabric. There is no way that this qualifies as a dress. It’s basically a shirt. “Max, what the hell am I supposed to do with this?!”

“Put it on!” her muffled voice snapped at me through the door.

Knowing that I would never win in an argument against her, I shrugged out of my clothes and wrestled with putting the dress on. It was a black, strapless concoction, with cutouts on either side of my waist. Struggling to keep my hands from getting caught, I managed to get it situated pretty much right, but couldn’t finish the zipper. I wrenched open the door to a no-nonsense look on Max’s face.

“I can’t finish the zipper,” I panted out while turning around. She quickly did it up and turned me around, her eyes quickly growing wide.

“Holy shit, El. You’re fucking hot!” she exclaimed. My nose wrinkled in disbelief. “See that,” she shoved me back into the changing room so I could look in the mirror. What I saw looking back at me was a girl who I didn’t recognize. “You have hips! You have an ass! You have boobs!! That’s what’s been hiding under all those old sweaters of Mike’s?!”

“Max, they’re all average size,” I try to calm her. “And I like Mike’s sweaters! They’re comfy. Plus he said he likes seeing me wear them, so he knows I’m warm.”

“Yeah right! Ellie, average on you is like mega gorgeous! Besides, Wheeler is probably just trying to hide that body all for himself.” I was starting to get sick of her making up lies about Mike liking me like that. “You have this perfect face. Your cheekbones are to die for. And you’re petite enough, especially to Mike-skyscraper-Wheeler. And now you have this banging body.”

“Max.”

“You might turn me gay, El,” she laughed dramatically. “Ah, nah. I like my chocolate thunder too much.”

“Gross,” I gagged. She had that starry look in her eyes that she always got when she thought about Lucas, mainly sex with Lucas.

Her eyes snapped back to me. “Ok, you’re getting this dress.” I made to protest. “Nah-ah-ah,” she held her hand up to silence me. “You are getting this, and we are going to make Wheeler eat his heart out. Maybe eat you out, too.”

“Max! Why must you always make it so crude?!” I whined.

“Because, the boys never talk like this around you since they somehow think you’re still so delicate and innocent, and because Hopper is your dad so they don’t want him killing them. Who else is going to make sure you’re prepared?”

“Prepared for what?!” I threw my hands up.

“For when you finally have sex with Mike! I need to make sure you’re safe.”

“Max, I’ve been through health class. Joyce has even given me the talk. I think I’ll be fine.”

“Only the basics. That’s all the ever teach you. Who else is going to inform you of all the other things that happen?!”

“I hope not you. I actually want to burn my brain out for having to picture you and Lucas like that.”

She huffed. “Whatever. We are still getting this dress.”

After another hour of shopping, Max finally found her own dress to wear, as well as heels for us (“It’s just a party at Mike’s. Why do we need heels?!” “The Look needs to be complete. Besides, they’re heeled boots, El.” God I must have turned her girly), and some new make-up.

“I want to give you this smokey look. Like Olivia Newton-John’s make over at the end of Grease. It’s going to be amazing.”

“Fine, as long as you skip the hair fluff. I don’t feel like choking on hairspray,” I amended to her.

“Deal,” she squealed, rushing up to the counter to pay for all our things. Her dad, her real dad - not Neil - had sent her a bunch of money for her birthday last week. He was loaded, though Max doesn’t talk about it. “It happened after my mom left him and married Neil. She didn’t want to wait around for his ‘money-making’ scheme to finally, ya know, make money. Complete bullshit. At least he’s making something of himself now.” I didn’t really like her paying for me, but she claimed something about at least she wouldn’t be spending it all at the arcade or on food for the boys. “Like they need more food. I’m not giving into their growth spurts any more than I already have. Besides, who’s mainly funding this party tonight? Me.”

Since we still didn’t like hanging out at Max’s house, even with Billy gone, we drove in Max’s cherry red ‘68 Ford Mustang convertible (another present from her dad, but for her 16th birthday last year) to my house. When Joyce and Hopper got married, we all moved into a house over by Dustin’s neighborhood, since Joyce’s old house wasn’t big enough and even considering the cabin or Hop’s trailer was a complete joke.

The convertible was Max’s pride and joy, as well as all the boys’. When Max had first gotten it, they would constantly demand to be driven around in it, even though we all struggled to fit. I always ended up in Mike’s lap, since he always suggested that would be easiest. Most of the time I would prop my feet up on Will’s and Dustin’s lap so I could lean my head back out the side. The feeling of the wind blowing through my hair was freeing, and Max had taken her role of zoomer pretty seriously.

Lucas obsessed over making sure the Mustang was always maintained and washed, since all he got once he had his license, was his dad’s old town car that Mr. Sinclair was still making him work for. Max didn’t mind though, since it gave her a reason to always be over at the Sinclairs’ instead of her own place when she wasn’t with me or the whole party.

When we finally pulled up into the drive, I spotted Jonathan’s car as well as the beat up Chevy Will and I shared that Hop got from old man Jacobs. They both must be home, probably with Nancy in tow. As we entered, I could hear the tv going and glanced into the living room to see Nancy and Jonathan curled up on the couch together and Will sitting sideways on the overstuffed arm chair that Hop usually sat in.

Seeing us, Nancy jumped to her feet. “El! Max!” She squealed while running over and engulfing us in one of her signature hugs. I had always loved Nancy, she was like the older sister Max and I always really wanted. I do still think of Kali now and then, but always remember how her path was one that I was not meant to follow. Nancy, however, always tried to help guide us and would just be there for us whenever we needed her.

“Nancy! I’m so glad you’re home,” I buried my face in her hair. The only people her hugs didn’t top were Joyce’s, Hop’s, my baby sister Lila, and… Mike’s. Sigh. “We missed you so much.”

“I missed you both too! Oh my goodness, are you guys ready for the party?!” she seemed way more excited than us.

“Yes!” Max squealed. Ok, more excited than me. “Please come help us get ready?” Max was already dragging us both up the stairs to my room while Jonathan and Will laughed from their places in front of the tv.

Upon entering my room, Nancy bounced onto the bed with Max while I quickly tried to gather all my clothes into a big pile in the corner. “Sorry,” I mumbled.

“El, it’s fine. It’s not like I don’t spend every day with you,” Max snickered. “Ok, it’s 5 now and the party is at 9. That should give us enough time for everything.”

I groaned, “What does everything entail?”

“Well, we need to shower and shave-”

“I did both of those this morning.”

“But did you shave everything?” Max retorted. “Bikini line?” her eyebrow quirked as I blushed.

“Oooo! Did my brother finally get his head out of his ass?! Or did El get tired of waiting on the dummy and find someone else?” Nancy quipped from the bed while clapping her hands excitedly.

My eyes went wide as I looked at her, “Mike doesn’t like me like that, Nance! You know that!”

“Sure,” she smirked at me. “And I’m the reincarnation of Cleopatra.”

“All of you are ridiculous. I give up. And no, there is no guy. Max is just crazy. And I’m not shaving that, Max.”

“Oh yes you are! You don’t know who might want to rip you out of that dress!”

I crossed my arms with a glare, “No one will be ripping me out of the dress. I’ll stab them before they get the chance.”

“Unless it’s Mike!” Max chimed back, shoving a razor into my hand and pushing me into the jack-and-jill bathroom that connected my bedroom to Will’s as Nancy continued cackling from the bed. She was being very pushy today, something I was not appreciating in the least, no matter if she was my best friend or not.

Two hours of grooming that also included facials and nail polish later, and having ingested a large pizza between the three of us, Max declared that all that was left was hair and make-up.

Nancy volunteered to do mine, since Max’s would take her a while, and sat me down in front of an old vanity that Joyce had bought for me from the thrift store, and Hop had painted.

“How about we put some relaxer in your curls so they aren’t so tight, do a side part and put in a small french braid on one side?” Nancy suggested. I had always thought that Nancy’s hair creations turned out great, so I nodding readily.

I could see Max in the mirror, sitting on my bed, using my mousse to slick back the sides of her hair as she pinned it. She then took a teasing comb she had brought and started going to town, trying to give her long red hair some volume on the top.

“Ok, all done,” Nancy stated in my ear. I looked into the mirror, admiring her work. I had never been that great at doing my hair. Normally I would just throw some mousse in it to make it seem like my crazy curls were intentional and call it a day, since I kept my hair shoulder length to make it relatively easy.

“Thanks, Nance. It looks amazing.” She squeezed my shoulder as I ran my fingers over the braid.

At that moment, Will poked his head through the adjoining bathroom. “El? You decent?”

“You’re fine, Will,” I answered back.

He came into my room and settled himself on my bed next to Max, already ready for the party. “What the hell happened in the bathroom?” he laughed.

Max shoved him, “You’re not a girl. You don’t know the crap we go through to be pretty.”

He flung his hands behind his head as he laid down fully on my bed. “Sure, sure. Just clean it up tomorrow, yeah?”

“Ok, neat freak,” I banter back.

“Hey, I heard at the new kid, Adam, is going to be there tonight,” Max quipped at Will and poking him, making him blush a deep red. “I also heard he’s going to be a lifeguard at the pool this summer,” causing him to blush even further.

Adam had come from a South Carolina beach town, with wavy blonde surfer hair and sea blue eyes. Almost all the girls in Hawkins were in love with him. Too bad for them, I thought as I looked at my step brother lovingly.

“Heard his hot ass has never had a girlfriend,” Max wiggled her eyebrows at Will as she stuck the last bobby pin into her poof.

“Suck a dick, Mayfield,” Will mumbled. I don’t think his face had ever been more red.

“Mmm, only my chocolate thunder,” Max smirk.

Nancy, Will and I all made gagging noises. “That’s absolutely disgusting. I need to bleach my brain after that,” Will retorted as he climbed off my bed. “She obviously has some plan, and that’s why her comments are dirtier than normal,” he said as he looked at me and I shrugged as nonchalantly as I could.

“You are right, Byers,” Max smiled devilishly in my direction. “I have a fantastic plan which involves your beloved step sister and our very own heartthrob, Michael Wheeler.” Nancy was just giggling beside me as Will frantically glanced between Max and me.

“Yes!” he pumped his fist. “This is so happening! I’m sick of hearing them be gooey and try an deny this shit!” He hi-fived Max and lifted me into a bear hug.

“No, no, no, no! Nothing is happening because there isn’t anything besides platonic feelings between Mike and I. You all know this! Ugh!” I sat back down on the stool that I had been on when Nancy was doing my hair, with my arms and legs crossed.

Will kneeled in front of me, rubbing my arms and looking much more serious. “Elle Belle, you know we love you. You know that Max and I saw how much you were hurt when Mike was being an idiot. And you know we’ve been there every step of the way for you guys. Now, you might have been trying to deny it ever since then, but all three of us in this room can see how much you still like him.” That was the understatement of the year. “The three of us have watched how Mike is around you and how deeply he cares for you. Maybe you’re just blinded by words said 3 and a half years out of annoyance, but we can see how crazy that idiot is about you. Tonight, you need to stop being passive Jane and grab that boy by the balls and tell him how it’s going to be.”

My hands were shaking so bad and I could feel tears starting to track down my face. I wanted to believe them, but all the self doubt I’d held for years felt too much to overcome. Nancy bent over and wiped my tears away, stroking my cheek. All I could think about was how much I wished it was a different Wheeler.

“Tonight-tonight I’m going to need a drink,” I finally stammer out.

This of course caused a cheer to go up from Max as she pulled a handle of vodka out of her bag, “Yes! Finally El!” Will and Nancy looked on in amusement.

My eyes went wide, “Where the hell-”

“I took it from Billy’s room. Mom and Neil never go in it and he must have left it by accident when he left for California,” she shrugged.

If my eyes could have pop out of my head, they would be right now. “You went through his stuff?!” I gasped out.

“Yeah, figured it was time. The asshole hasn’t been back in 2 years, so I doubt he’ll be back tonight or any time soon.”

“Ooh, Red. You’re a badass,” Will snorted. Max flipped her middle finger up at him before shoving the bottle into my face.

“You. Take a swing. And a full swing, not a half-assed sip, we’re trying to start the night off right.” My nose scrunched up in distaste at the thought.

“Wait!” Nancy ran out of my room and I could hear her pounding down the stairs and then sprint back up them seconds later before bursting back in with the carton of orange juice in her hand. “You can’t not let her have a chaser. This is El we’re talking about, Max.” Max nodded in agreement, twisting the caps off both before returning to shoving the bottle and juice carton into my face once more.

“Drink up, girl.”

Knowing I was on the losing side - one does not win against Max, ever - I grabbed both and tried to keep from gagging from the stench of vodka. “I want to puke already.”

Will took the juice carton out of my hand and put it on the vanity behind me. “Here, now just plug your nose when you drink it. It’ll make it easier.”

Nodding, I pinched my nose with one hand and tilted the bottle of vodka back with the other, taking a sizable amount into my mouth. As I started to tip it back down, Will quickly switched the alcohol for the juice as I swallowed the liquid in my mouth down and tilted the contents of the carton into it. I choked it down as I unplugged my nose, sputtering and coughing at the intense burn in my throat and belly. Max let out a whoop as she grabbed the OJ and vodka, taking her own turn as Will patted my back with a slightly concerned grin.

“How do people enjoy that?” I asked bewildered, staring at Max throwing both back easily without making a face before handing them off to Nancy.

Will shook his head with a laugh, still rubbing my back. “Oh, El,” Nancy answered after taking her own turn. “Come college, this will become second nature. Trust me,” signaling to Will that it was his turn.

“I think I’m ok if it never does. I think I’ll stick to wine,” I shook my head vigorously. Will and I had snuck in glasses of wine and eggnog whenever Hop hadn’t been looking during the holidays over the past few years, but I had never had anything this hard, especially straight.

Will took his turn, reacting much like me, but at least he didn’t have to hold his nose to get it down. “God, this stuff is rough Max.”

“It was Billy’s. Are we really surprised it’s not some fancy shit?” she rolled her eyes as she capped the vodka and juice, stowing the former back into her bag. “I’ll save the rest for later, when I’m intoxicated enough not to taste it.”

“You’ll need to be blacked out for that,” Will retorted before clapping his hands together. “Well, I want to see El’s get up before I head over to make sure those idiots actually have everything set up.”

Three pairs of eyes turned to look at me and it felt like I was a deer caught in the headlights. Max snapped around to our shopping bag, pulling out more than just the dress and heeled low top boots we had bought, shoving several scraps of fabric into my arms and shoving me back into the bathroom.

I let everything drop to the ground before picking through it all. “MAX! What the fuck is this shit?!” I yelled through the door and was met by her laughter. She poked her head around the bathroom door.

“Well that,” she responded, pointing to the red underwear in my left hand, “is a thong. And that,” pointing to the black fabric in my right, “is a garter belt. And those,” she pointed to the rest of the pile at my feet, “are stockings and a hot ass lace bra, if I do say so myself.”

I glared at her. “You’ve been planning this! What the hell am I supposed to do with all of these?!” I gestured wildly.

She stared at me blankly before giving me a grin so evil, the devil would be terrified. “You’re supposed to wear them. And yes, I have been planning this. Do you know how long I’ve waited for the perfect opportunity to make my best friend realize her potential? Years! Now chop chop.” She swung the door closed again.

I stood there, staring at all the pieces of fabric in my hands and on the floor for a few minutes more before Max knocked on the door, startling me from my contemplation. “I know you’re nervous, but would you please just trust me?!”

I let out a sigh. Max could be trouble sometimes, but her heart was always looking out for mine. I did want to be adventurous, after all, so looks like I’m getting my wish in the most unexpected way.

Slipping on the bra and underwear, this so doesn’t qualify, I turned my attention back to the garter belt and felt at an extreme loss as to what to do. “Max?”

She poked her head around the door once more, eyes going wide. “Damn, girl. I think Wheeler is going to have an aneurysm over you.” Huffing at her, I held out the garter belt.

“Help? How the hell do I work this thing?” I asked with a slight panic.

She snorted while grabbing it out of my hands. After a minute or two she finished getting it around just above my hips. Indicating the straps as she handing me the stockings, she said “You secure the tops of the stockings with clips.” I nodded as I slipped the silky material up my legs.

“Why do I have to do all this?” I sighed.

She put her hands on my shoulders. “Look at me, Ellie,” as she tilted my chin so my eyes met hers. “You are the baddest chick I know. You have quite literally saved us and the world ever since you were 12, several times over, in fact. You might not talk about sex, or really drink alcohol, but you’ve kicked ass.” She reassured me as I started rolling my eyes. “I look up to you. No, really. You’re my best friend, and the fiercest, most loyal person I know. You don’t have to fucking do anything that you don’t want. If you don’t want this, then fuck whatever I say. You should only do it if it would make you happy. I just want you, and everyone else in this fucking place, to get their heads outta their asses and realize what an amazing, stunning, punk chick is behind the ‘prim and proper Jane Hopper’. I might put on this punk, skater, badass persona, but you actually can own it. I just want you to be confident and stop hiding behind ‘Mike Wheeler’s best friend’. You’re his girl, you need to realize that he is yours and you’re not going to let giggling girls fawn over him when all his attention is on you. I want to see the El Hopper that walk back through that door that November night. That badass punk chick that travelled to Chicago and back on her own, saved all our asses from the goddamn demo-dogs, and closed a huge fucking portal. The girl who wasn’t afraid to tell Mike Wheeler that she was always on the other side of his calls, and that she would always come back to him. I want to see the girl I know you’ve kept locked away after the douche was the biggest wastetiod in the whole world. I want my confident best friend, who’s not going to take shit from anyone, not even the guy she’s had a crush on for almost 5 years.”

I pulled her into a tight hug, sniffling from the tears she caused, “God, how do I deserve you Mayfield?”

She squeezed back, “Well, you saved my ass several times over, so it’s more of how do I deserve you, Hopper?”

I let out a watery laugh, “It’s a good thing you didn’t do my makeup yet.” I rested my cheek against her shoulder as she patted my hair.

“Yeah, otherwise I would kill you for messing up my masterpiece,” she joked.

The knocking on the door startled us both as Will’s voice drifted through the wood. “Did El fall into the toilet? C’mon, I have to make sure the incompetent fools are doing everything right.”

“And you need to make the jungle juice for me!” Max yelled back.

“Then hurry the hell up!”

Max wiped the tears from my cheeks as I took a deep breath to calm myself. “God, I hope I’m not a huge emotional drunk,” I laughed.

She patted my face, “I’ll kick who's ever ass needs kicking if I see you crying.” I giggled at the thought.

“Ok, ok,” I finished putting on the stockings, taking a look at myself in the mirror. Feeling a huge burst of confidence from seeing the vixen staring back at me, I felt better about this scheme. Stepping into the dress, I turned so Max could zip up the back and I slipped on the heeled booties.

Looking into the full length mirror that hung on the back of my door, I could see the straps of the garter belt peeking out from the mini-dress. Fixing my hair to the side, Max put her chin on my shoulder and her hands on my upper arms. I smiled at her and then at my reflection. “Eat your heart out, Mike Wheeler.”

Max squealed, wrapping her arms around me before pushing me out the door and into my bedroom.

Both Will’s and Nancy’s jaws dropped as the took me in.

“If you weren’t my sister, this would be way better. Damn, El. I don’t think I should let you out of this house!”

“If my brother doesn’t have a brain hemorrhage from looking at you, then I don’t know what is wrong with him. You’re going to have almost everybody in the house wanting to date you once you walk in the door.”

“Mike’s going to cream his pants,” Will added, making Nancy gag at the mental picture while punching him in the arm. My face flushed at their words.

“We still have to do makeup. Go on over to the Wheelers, Will. Just make sure not to even drop a hint about El! I want it to hit him like a train,” Max was giving a grin the Cheshire cat would be proud of.

“Do you want me to tease Lucas, though?” Will smirked.

“Oh hell yeah, go for it!” she hi-fived him before turning back to me.

“See you guys in an hour or so!” Will waved as he walked out the door.

“Ok, Sandy make-over time,” Max smiled, turning to me.

An hour later, with help from Nancy, Max had completed a dark, sensual, smoky look for both of us and then ran to the bathroom to also change.

“Do you still have that leather jacket I gave you last year?” Max queried, opening my closet to rifle through my clothes. “Ah ha!” she pulled it out, holding it up triumphantly. She threw it my way and I slid the cold fabric over my arms. “Now you are perfect,” she proclaimed.

Grabbing her own jacket out of her bag, she threw it on. “I declare us ready!”

“You guys look amazing!” Nancy squealed. “Stay here,” as she ran out of the room once more in search of Jonathan’s camera. After a few minutes of searching, she returned. “Now, pose! Give me your best Madonna pout.”

Both of us stared broodingly into the camera as Nancy snapped away. “These are amazing!”

We heard the phone ringing, quickly followed by Jonathan shouting up the stairs, “El, Max, Will is saying you guys are already 30 minutes late and that the house is filling up fast!” We glanced at each other slightly panicked. We hadn’t realized what time it was. Sure enough, the time on the clock read 9:30.

“Shit!” Max yelled, gathering up her bags and my purse, dragging me by the hand down the stairs and out the door.

“Bye!” “Have fun!” Jonathan and Nancy yelled after us, with an added “What the hell are you wearing, El?!” from Jonathan that I chose to ignore.

Jumping into Max’s car, she revved the engine before reversing out of my driveway and peeling down the street. It was only a 5 minute drive to the Wheelers, and thankfully it looked like Will had saved us a parking spot. He waved us into a spot in the Wheelers’ driveway before jumping out of the way of Max’s ridiculous driving.

“Jesus H Christ, Mayfield. I didn’t plan on dying tonight,” he quipped at her from the driver’s side door. She just smirked and turned to me before pulling out a tube of lipstick from her purse.

Holding it up, she smirked, “I almost forgot. I saw you eyeing it at the store. You have to wear it, it’ll really tie the whole thing together.”

I pulled the cap off of the scarlet red lipstick she handed me and glanced at her with wild eyes. She just nodded and made a hurry-up motion with her hands. Pulling the visor of the passenger’s seat down, I quickly applied the color, making sure that it didn’t smear. Max was applying her own shade of red next to me. She looked over at me once she was done, “Irresistible. Let’s go, Hopper,” and we jumped out of her car, my stomach in knots over what was to come.

Will put an arm around each of our waists to guide us inside, but not before James Montgomery from the football team yelled out, “Damn baby, you are looking fine tonight! Let me get a taste of you!” Still feeling extremely confident from Max’s pep talk earlier, I flipped him off.

“Fuck off, Montscumrey!” Max yelled, disgusted. “Shut your fat mouth or I’ll cut your balls off and feed them to old man Merrill’s pigs!” Max was always frightening when she threatened people.

James threw up his hands in defense and muttered “Bitch.” I made sure to trip him with my powers when he tried shuffling away. Will smirked and Max hi-fived me as we continued our way into the house.

I could hear the beginning notes of Jessie’s Girl by Rick Springfield before a burst of excited screams went up from the girls in our class. Making our way through the front door was a challenge, but we were met by Steve in the foyer.

“Mayfield! Small Byers! Small Hop-?!” Steve suddenly stopped as he took in what I was wearing. “How the hell did you get out of the house like that?!”

“Parents aren’t home, duh!”

“Jonathan let you out like that?! Do I need to talk to him again about what you can wear?!”

Max rolled her eyes, “Can it, Harrington! El can wear whatever she Goddamn wants!”

“She’s barely wearing anything!”

“Get over it, Steve,” Will nudged him. “Not worth the fight.” Steve made an upset noise. “Besides, you’re holding up your movie night with Jonathan and Nancy.”

Steve glanced at his watch, his eyes going wide with panic. “Shit! Shit! Shit! See you dipshits later! Be semi-responsible!” he screamed as he pushed passed us out the door.

We laughed and turned back to making our way through the crowded house to find the rest of our friends. People started looking at us in awe, parting as we passed. Knowing this, I felt an ego boost, though it didn’t calm the butterflies in my stomach at all. I clung to Will’s bicep so no one could see how bad my hands were shaking.

As we made our way to the kitchen, people seemed to stop talking, staring at us instead. The music seemed to get louder without so many people talking over it. I could see Mike’s dark hair over the crowd because he was so tall. He was standing at the island, looking like he was pouring some jungle juice into a cup and arguing with Lucas as Dustin stood by.

Dustin was the first to see us and with how few people were talking, I was actually able to hear him yell, “HOLY SHIT!”

Lucas’s and Mike’s heads snapped up to us. I didn’t pay attention to Lucas’s reaction, though, as all my attention was trained on Mike. He dropped the cup he was holding back into the tub they were using for the cocktail, his jaw dropping with it and eyes going as wide as saucers.

I felt Will nudge my side, and I managed to choke out, “Your face is going to get stuck like that, Wheeler,” and gave a small smirk, before grabbing the cup he had been filling and downing its contents.

#mileven #stranger things #lumax #eleven #mike wheeler #mike x eleven #el #jane hopper #max mayfield #Lucas Sinclair #dustin henderson #will byers

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A dream about the Past: {Zack}:

(Long as fuck dabble about Zack and his servant. As well as his feelings on what he did.)

Zack went to sleep with Quinn. Nothing happened between the two. He just wanted to feel something around his arms as he fell asleep. Nothing more or less then that. Quinn agreed in the end, and even if Zack didn’t feel comfortable for his selfish act, and Quinn still didn’t trust him both men where able to sleep. _____________________________________________________________

The year was 198X and the young adult was training his magecraft, but he got a page from his dad. Damn it. He had to go. Whatever it was he knows he can’t say no to it. ______________________________________________________________ Zack was in a hotel room setting up the summoning circle. He was told by his dad to summon a assassin, but the young man wanted to live a bit. He always had to do things in secret, and this grail war was going to let him do anything he wanted. No rules. All he had to do was be careful who he killed, and make sure that no one knew about mages or that a grail war was happening. There was more, but those where the basics. He just means that his parents will not have any strict rules over him. So for his first ever action of rebellion he was going to do was summon a berserker. They where unstable, too powerful to control, and killers. What a perfect servant for him. So he took out the catalyst, and the chant, and...Nothing happened. Did he do it wrong? Before he was going to try again, something from the corner form his eyes was falling from the side. He looked and out of no where came a normal looking guy, who was falling and landed on the bed, braking it in the process. Before Zack could even ask anything the man spoke.

“Ugh...What tha fuck kid? You going to summon me this way, then give me something more comfortable to land on. Still I should tell you my name huh? kekekeke, alright-“ He got up, and got closer to him. He was eyeing him, and Zack now saw he was far from normal. His teeth were sharp like a animals, and had the eyes as red as blood. Zack felt like he was looking at the devil, but yet he couldn’t be more happier that this guy was his servant. So much so that he was smiling. Finally the berserker talked again. “Stop that. It’s gross having a pretty guy is smiling at me like this. Anyways name’s, Hyde I’m just a part of this body here. The main owner is a man named Jekyll. I bet you want him to come out don’t you?... “ OH! This was beyond perfect. Hyde the man who did whatever he wanted is his servant? If anyone was going to show him how to live it would be this guy! Wasting no time at all Zack used his first command seal and said this, “By command seal you are to ever be Jekyll around me or in this grail war. You are going to be the dominate one here with me, and if that dork Jekyll has a problem with it, then too bad! I’m the boss around here and I command this.” At first as Hyde saw him us the command seal he thought he was going to command him to bring out Jekyll, but no. He did something to earn his respect in a heart beat. As Zack was done with his order Hyde couldn’t help but laugh at what this young man did for him. “KEKEKEKEKEKE! Now I know I’m going to like you. Tell me kid, why did you do this for me? So tell me your name, and what is a dork?” Zack grinned and told him the truth. “Because we are going to live. I don’t know if you know this, but we are in Las Vegas. The city of sex, drugs, gambling, and the saying of, ‘whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.’ So what better time to enjoy my time in this war, then with a man who I know will show me a good time here.” Right, he almost forgot the other two questions for a moment. “Name’s Zack. I don’t feel like giving out my last name, and a dork is someone who’s a dork. I think the best I can describe it, is someone who is odd, looks silly, or just a dork. Don’t worry. I’ll teach you how to use it the more we hang out together.” ____________________________________________________________

Hyde got used to a lot of things, and even if I didn’t command him or tell him want to do. I would explain some things to him if he ever got confused by something or even what was right by people’s views to wrong. Not only that but the slang of the time, Hyde was able to pick up on it quickly, and started to call me a dork, Jekyll a loser or nerd. But it was always in a fun manner when he did it. Seems the time we spend was a blast for him. We did a lot together. We won jackpot in a casino, slept around with woman, killed those who pissed us off, have Hyde buy a car only to lose said car, waste all are money to the point of having to sleep outside under the stars, eat in diners some days, or just snack on things to not wast any time eating, and so much more. Being with Hyde was like a high for him. Some days Zack couldn’t sleep because of it, and others he just wanted to do more before they had to fight another servant. They would always get lucky in fights. It would either go by servants fighting each other and Hyde coming in to kill them in there weak state, fighting a strong servant only for another one to come in to fight them, causing them to run for it, or in one case killing the master with out knowing they where one.

They where like the bad guys in this war, but they where always careful. Not to kill a lot of people, hide the bodies, or when they had no time for it, then Hyde would work his magic to make them look like not them self. Causing the cops to question who might do this. As well as not do too many illegal things. One night as the masters where getting to 3 masters left. Hyde started to play one of my playlist. He listened to it while driving the car. The feeling of the city lights brushing on my skin, as the cool air rushed into me, all while the feeling of that high of first summoning never really dying down. So I started to talk to Hyde not really liking the silence. “Hey loser! Where are we going today?” Hyde giggled while smiling. “I don’t know you dork. I’m just happy I guess and want to drive. Is that a problem?” Zack shook his head. “But why are you happy Hyde? Is it because you might get a wish form the grail?” Hyde just did his witchy sounding laugh at Zack’s questions. “No duh, dork! I bet you want to know what my wish is huh? Well you first. What is your wish?” “I don’t have one.” “What? There must be one wish you have? Everyone wants to wish for something after all.” “It’s true. I don’t want anything or wish for anything for me, but since I don’t have a wish, then you can have my wish. How dose that sound? Now tell me what your wish is already!” Him and Hyde always talk like they where friends or partners in crime. It was nice to Zack that his first ever friend was Hyde. So what the Berserker said didn’t stop that feeling from fading. “I want to kill Jekyll. I want to have this body, and life the life I want to. You must know how I died right? It was because of that loser, and I want to get even-” Zack cut him off and said this to him. “I’ll help you kill him if the grail splits you two apart.” Hyde turned his head, and parked some place close by so he could talk to him seriously now. “Why? Why would a dork like you want to help me out with this? How do you know that after the fighting is over that I wouldn’t kill you?“ Zack shrugged. “If I die by your hands, then that’s how I want to go. So if you do kill me, then promise me that you will live for me. I don’t have a life after this war. I’m just going to be used by people or my family to kill people again. It’s so dull being ordered around, but there is nothing that can be done.” __________________________________________________________ They where gone. All his seals where not on the palm of his hands anymore. He used them. With tears in his eyes Zack felt sick with himself with what he did. NO! No no no nonononono! NO! Why did he do this? Why did he say that!? Zack used his last two command seals on Hyde and Jekyll to kill them selves. He could see Hyde in one eye, and Jekyll in the other of the two’s body. But Jekyll’s side was crying and looked a bit happy? While Hyde looked at him like he wanted to kill him. The trust they had was gone from this action. He had no wish. He had no desire for the grail at all. WHY? Why did he do this? Then the master before him did the same like he said he would, and he couldn’t even hear his words as he spoke to him.”Good work. Now it’s just us who is going to fight for the grail. Now stand still so I can end you for all the lives you killed-” Everything just turned black, and fuzzy. He can’t remember much, but he remembers the blood, screaming from different servants, and the master begging for his life. He killed him with no second thoughts. The grail was his now. Now that he head it he just hid it. Hid it someplace that no one would find it, and if someone did find it, then guess they have his wish. Since he won his family kept him around in case he where to talk about the grail’s location. But he never did. Zack spend his life doing as he was told after that. Kill this person, get payed, go home, and repeat. This was no way for him to live. Even as he got a beautiful person to marry he feels like he wants to die. He really wish Hyde killed him. He has no life because of what he did, and now he still wishes to see his servant again so he could kill him for what he did. Worst part yet about all of this is that over the years he really couldn’t deny the feelings he had for him. He doesn’t deserve his love. This kind of love is too twisted to be any kind of love after all... ____________________________________________________________ Zack then woke up feeling horrible. “Another damn dream about the past again...Damn it...” He looked at Quinn for a moment, and let to get ready for the day. Mean while Quinn was up kept his eyes closed. He was trying not to cry. He saw Zack’s dream, and now everything makes so much more sense to him. But real question is. What is he going to do now because of it?

#{Assassin of the wind: Zack}#//i had to shorten a lot.#//like I couldn't put in the part where Zack didn't have curly hair #//and even how the car was lost #//to Zack buying Hyde clothes so he could fit in #//a lot of work went into this one idea and I'm sorry for my longest dabble yet

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Chapter 18: What Do You Mean We "Accidentally" Got Married?

Las Vegas turned out to be a great place to go, and a terrible place to go, when you’ve got thousands of dollars to burn. Thankfully Kili had some sense to not throw all of his money into gambling, but it was the food, and especially the alcohol, tab that was the most embarrassing to look at.

And he loved it.

He was also thankful that when he got drunk he took a lot of pictures and videos, and every morning of their five days in Las Vegas started with them all crowding around, groaning over their hang overs, and looking through Kili’s phone to better remember what had happened the night before.

The first night was to be expected, after a long day of traveling they had gotten to Las Vegas, gambled a bit at their hotel, and seen a really awesome show. Or it looked awesome, none of them actually remembered it, and Kili was almost positive they had all passed out from exhaustion half way through the show because that’s where his videos and photos ended. It would also explain how all four of them were still fully dressed, for the most part, when they woke up the next morning. Fili was the only one who had enough drunk sense to at least take off his shoes. Collin had managed to take off a belt, a shoe, and a sock. Kili has gotten his jacket off. Bran had managed to put on the complementary bathrobes and a hat.

No one knew where the hat came from.

The second night was another show that they all remembered this time, but they didn’t remember when Fili won a jackpot, there was video evidence, and then somehow lost it, Fili’s account was down by 2,000 the next morning. They had also at some point gone to a gay bar, or maybe it was a strip club for women, all Kili knew was that there were a lot of naked guys on poles on his phone the next morning and two messages from contacts he didn’t recognize. Fili has one, Bran had two and a dick pic, and Collin managed to get six numbers and four pictures of people he didn’t recognize. Bran’s obvious jealous was adorable, and Kili and Fili made plenty of dirty jokes and innuendoes for the two love birds. There was also a noticeable hickey on Bran’s back, but when it was pointed out Collin’s pleased expression cast away any questions about where it might have come from.

The third day was the especially fun day. Bran and Collin had gotten so drunkenly affectionate that by mid afternoon they had gotten each other engagement rings. Kili and Fili weren’t even tipsy at that point, and were highly entertained by Bran and Collin trying to one up each other with the engagement rings. It lasted so long that they both sobered up and stopped, but Kili passed a note to the clerk to hold the two rings in their sizes, just in case.

Kili had decided to go easy on the drinking that night, but continued with the pictures and videos for the sake of the others, and was glad he was mostly sober when Bran and Collin had decided to get married, which led to a hilarious and slightly painful conversation the next morning.

“Ooooh god, what happened next?” Bran laughed until he was in pain, Kili flipping to the next item in his phone to show them the discussion to get married. Bran and Collin went quiet, and Kili wondered if he should have deleted this part of the night. Did they really not remember?

“HAHA! Oh God!” Collin laughed, blushing in embarrassment and nudged Bran. “I can’t believe we accidentally got married!”

Bran, however, wasn’t laughing, and the look of hurt made everyone go quiet.

“What do you mean we ‘accidently’ got married? I was being serious when I proposed. Was… was it really a joke to you?” Bran admitted, humiliated and hurt and blinking back tears.

“Oh… oh god…” Collin stammered before he swallowed and fought back tears himself, “I thought you were joking!”

“Ha! Of course I was joking! Come on, a Vegas wedding? Seriously?!” Bran laughed far too forcefully, and Kili and Fili winced and wanted to get out of the room.

“I was being serious. I remember saying yes and marrying you, and I meant it.” Collin admitted, Bran’s fake laugh and smirk breaking in shock.

“Seriously?” Bran’s smile was timid, but encouraged by Collin’s nod.

“Seriously.” Collin confirmed. Fili groaned and slapped his forehead.

“JUST KI- oh okay wow, you guys did not need any encouragement.” Fili laughed as his order was fulfilled before he could finish making it, Collin and Bran going at it. Kili tapped Fili on the shoulder and motioned toward the door, glad he had saved those rings now.

Bran and Collin were quite pleased to have their engagement rings, short lived though it was, and Fili and Kili were glad to be out of their hotel room given the state of Bran, Collin, the couch, and the bed was in when they got back.

The fourth night was a proper celebration for the newlyweds now that they both realized they had been serious about marrying each other.

The fifth day involved getting Bran and Collin proper wedding bands, and enjoying their last night in Vegas before heading home with almost empty pockets.

At least, it was supposed to be enjoyable, until the news story broke out.

Kili saw the news first when he went to go grab some food from the bar for everyone, seeing the breaking news story for the evening. He couldn’t hear what the tv was saying, the sound probably wasn’t even turned on, but he could read the text along the bottom.

“ALASKAN MERMAID HOAX PROVED REAL - FOUND ALIVE AND CAUGHT - TAKEN TO PRIVATE AQUARIUM FOR STUDY – PUBLIC REVEAL TO BE ANNOUNCED”

The picture was of a man Kili didn’t know, no doubt assuming responsibility, and a clip of Tauriel thrashing while being loaded onto a truck.

“Kili?” Fili shouted at his brother when Kili dropped off the food at their table, too drunk to control his volume but still sharp enough to tell something was wrong.

“Kili?! Where are you going?” Bran shouted when Kili turned and left without a word.

“What was that about?” Collin whisper shouted to the other two at the table, but neither had an answer.

“Maybe some bad alcohol or food?” Fili suggested with a shrug, wondering if he should follow his brother or not.

“FREE DRINKS ON ME! I JUST WON ME A BET THAT MERMAIDS ARE FUCKING REAL!” The screaming over the bar’s intercom got their attention, making them quickly look at the tv and their phones to check the news.

“Shit.” Fili was up and out of the bar before those free drinks could be had, Collin and Bran behind him, as he rushed back to the hotel room.

To his relief Kili was there and had not wandered off somewhere in distress.

“It’s my fault.” Kili mumbled, sitting in the dark as he hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights when he got to the hotel suite.

“She’s captured and locked in some tank somewhere and oh God it’s all my fault,” Kili choked, unable to stop guilt ridden sobs from wracking his body, not caring that his brother and best friends were now there and could see him.

“We’ll figure something out,” Fili didn’t have anything else he could say. Kili might just be right, but they were all to blame. They had made her unafraid of humans, Bran and Collin and been responsible for putting a tracker on her, and now she was paying the price. Fili didn’t know a way to convince Kili that it wasn’t his fault, or their fault.

“I should have been there, I could have- I should have- maybe I could have stopped it and-“ Kili broke down, unable to form words. Fili didn’t have any words either, and sat with his brother instead. Kili accepted the comfort, turning into Fili as he sobbed, glad that Fili’s arms were around him.

Bran turned on the light, motioning to the suitcases, and Collin started grabbing stuff.

“We’ll pack up and see if we can get an earlier flight,” Collin whispered to Fili, who nodded and mouthed ‘thank you.’ They knew Kili wanted to get back to Alaska immediately, he would want to go try to fix this and not let anything stop him, but for now they knew he needed to do this. They couldn’t stop his guilt, and they all felt guilt, but what they could do was help Kili and let him lament and cry.

Bran stopped packing and left the room when he saw Fili tearing up, and Collin followed Bran to see what was wrong.

“We did this,” Bran whispered to Collin, pacing and gripping his hair to try to keep calm.

“We’re going to fix it.”

“This is all our fault…” Bran muttered and Collin grabbed Bran to stop him from pacing.

“We are going to fix this.” Collin said again, firmer, but before he could try to get Bran to focus on the task of packing to help move things along Bran was hugging him, swallowing hard, and holding back tears of his own.

In the other room Kili gripped his brother, swearing to himself that he was going to do whatever it took to get Tauriel back to the sea where she belonged. He owed her that much.

#the hobbit #kiliel #mermaid #mermaid AU #kili #tauriel #the sea calls us home #tscuh #fanfiction #my writing #my work

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