#mike: i'm going to put up some lights maybe a few decorations

[kariachi]

Oh look, another quick fic from that 'Kev and Mike stream' au concept. No Kevin today, just Christmastime and a special guest star.

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The chatlog was already long, the viewers abuzz with curiosity, before the stream started. ‘Special guests’ were always a fun addition, and the anticipation of seeing who it would be was always good to stirring up attention. So, when the facecam went on, it wasn’t a shock to see people go a little wild.

“Evening everybody,” Mike said, “happy holidays, hope you’re doing well. Welcome to the Christmas stream.” And it was blatantly a Christmas stream. The normal sparse-but-spooky décor had been stripped out in favor of a plethora of colored lights, there was a tree visible in the background. Carols were just audible. Mike and the Tetramand beside him both had santa hats on and reindeer cupcakes in hand.

A bit of the going wild may, in fact, have just been chat experiencing whiplash.

“As you may have noticed,” Mike continued, “Kevin isn’t here tonight. He’s not a Christmas person, so we’ve had to replace him for the event. Everyone give Manny our Christmas maestro a warm welcome.”

“Hey chat! Nice to meet you,” Manny said, grinning and giving a little wave with the stump of his bottom hand. “Nice to the be the fourth guest on the stream.”

“Elena coming in her to swat me does not count.” She vehemently disagreed in chat.

“Yeah, no, pretty sure it counts. Do you guys know, he was just going to put up the one string of lights?” Shaking his head, Manny tutted. “Wasn’t even going to take down half the horror décor.”

“Excuse me for not wanting to put it back up again,” Mike grumbled, rolling his eyes.

“Criminal behavior.”

“I am a criminal. Fuck, you’re a former criminal.”

“Attempted murder and cannibalism are no excuse for half-assing the decoration on a Christmas stream.”

“If I’d known you were as bad as the Tennysons…”

“You’d have still had me on ‘cause I’m the only guy around as handsome as Kevin is.” With a shrug Mike turned his attention back towards pulling up Steam.

“It keeps chat happy. Elena got a me a whole list of Christmastime horror games to give a shot, so we’re going to give them a look through and see what we like the look of, maybe get through a few short ones if we want.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Manny said with a nod. “By the way, stream might run a bit long tonight, chat. It is a special occasion.”

“Mm-hm. Now-” Mike turned back to Manny. “-your job tonight is to help pick games, help with any puzzles I get stuck on, and look nice for chat.” Of course chat immediately exploded with accusations that Mike was a ‘lying bastard’ in so many words, but it was less than necessary. Manny just took a bite of cupcake and smirked at him.

“You do know,” he said once he’d swallowed, “that Kevin already told me what I’d signed up for.” Heaving a sigh, Mike turned back towards the camera.

“A man can dream…”

“Keep it up and maybe one day one’ll come true,” Manny said, patting his shoulder, before turning back to chat. “Now, Kev also texted me before the stream started to make sure I remembered to hype up this month’s charity-”

[beepboop358]

A Prom in S4 Theory & Music Coding Predictions

Some leaked set pics indicate that there MAY BE a junior/senior prom at Hawkins High, which they are calling the "Lover's Ball". It's unclear if this prom will be included on screen, or if it will just be mentioned as an event coming up at Hawkins High because this flyer could just extra set decor. Regardless if the prom happens on screen or not, there will probably be some tension about 'who's asking who' to the prom that we will see in s4. Given that this picture was just leaked a few weeks ago, it probably falls closer to the end of the season sequentially.

Having a big school dance in s4 is suspiciously close to how they had the Snowball scene in s2. This would certainly follow the even/odd season patterns, (and actually add to the list of the patterns), which kind of makes me think we will see this prom on screen, or at the very least it will be mentioned in the course of the season.

The Duffer Brothers love Steven King and reference his work and especially 'IT' a lot in the show, but they haven't done anything with Carrie yet so maybe we will get a Carrie moment this season at the prom...

Carrie was on the video store fridays movie inspiration board for ST4.

At the "Lover's Ball", there will be definitely be some music coding relating to Byler. Since music coding is kind of a key thing in the show, I've been rifling through 80's songs to try and find some that may fit with s4's themes/character storylines (and I may do a seperate post about that later), but for this post I'm just gonna focus on what they might use at the prom for relating to Byler.

Since the season is most likely going to take place in 1986, I only selected songs that had a compatible release year so it would be historically accurate. (these songs would also be great for a byler playlist!)

Some strong contenders for the songs that might play at the prom to reference Mike and Will's relationship could be:

"True Colors" by Cyndi Lauper (1986)

This song is honestly too good of an option for them not to use. I'm reallllyyy crossing my fingers for this one.

It's hard to take courage In a world full of people You can lose sight of it all And the darkness inside you Can make you feel so small

"And I see your true colors Shining through I see your true colors And that's why I love you So don't be afraid (don't be afraid) To let them show your true colors True colors are beautiful (you're beautiful, oh) Like a rainbow Oh oh oh oh oh like a rainbow"

If this world makes you crazy And you've taken all you can bear You call me up Because you know I'll be there

"Heaven" by Bryan Adams (1984)

This first verse is literally just the story of Byler... 😭 The rest of the song applies but that verse verse is just sooooo accurate. (I'm crossing my fingers for this one too)

"Oh thinkin' about all our younger years There was only you and me We were young and wild and free Now nothing can take you away from me We've been down that road before But that's over now You keep me comin' back for more

Baby you're all that I want When you're lyin' here in my arms I'm findin' it hard to believe We're in heaven And love is all that I need And I found it there in your heart Isn't too hard to see We're in heaven

Oh once in your life you find someone Who will turn your world around Bring you up when you're feelin' down Yeah nothin' can change what you mean to me Oh there's lots that I could say But just hold me now 'Cause our love will light the way"

"Take My Breath Away" by Berlin (1986)

This song is on Will's Spotify playlist, and I thought it could also be used at the prom since it's a romantic song. I see it as an 'entrance to the prom' moment song, almost like a 'first look' - like the Mike and El moment at the snowball when she first walks in, but with Mike and Will this time. I think the lyrics clearly hint to this kind of 'first look' moment as well.

"Watchin' every motion in my foolish lover's game On this endless ocean, finally lovers know no shame Turning and returning to some secret place inside Watchin' in slow motion as you turn around and say...take my breath away"

Watchin' every motion in this foolish lover's game Haunted by the notion, somewhere there's a love in flames Turning and returning to some secret place inside Watchin' in slow motion as you turn my way and say...take my breath away"

"In The Air Tonight" by Phil Collins (1981)

This song was originally meant to be included in the snowball scene from s2, but it ultimately was not used and "Every Breath You Take" was used for this scene instead. Since it was intended to be a part of the s2 dance, that's why I think it may be used at the prom this season. (you can read the scripts on 8flix)

——— I forgot to include this explanation originally BUT, I think this song might be used to show some anger/resentment between the two, and to show a decent amount of tension, depending on their development this season. Like maybe Mike is kind of leading Will on in private by continuing to initiate intimate scenes between them, but in public Mike is still trying to put on his “straight boy act” and kind of being a jackass about it, and this song could be used to show the tension between them that has caused.

"And I've been waiting for this moment, for all my life, (Oh lord)

Well, I was there and I saw what you did I saw it with my own two eyes So you can wipe off that grin, I know where you've been It's all been a pack of lies.

Well I remember, I remember don't worry How could I ever forget It's the first time, the last time we ever met But I know the reason why you keep this silence up

No you don't fool me The hurt doesn't show, but the pain still grows It's no stranger to you and me"

"In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel (1986)

Some of the lyrics in this song just SCREAMS byler, just look at the 1st, 2nd and 4th paragraphs. I would be suprised if they didn't use this song in either s4/s5.

Love, I get so lost sometimes Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart When I want to run away I drive off in my car But whichever way I go I come back to the place you are

All my instincts, they return The grand facade, so soon will burn Without a noise, without my pride I reach out from the inside

In your eyes The light, the heat (in your eyes) I am complete (in your eyes) I see the doorway (in your eyes) To a thousand churches (in your eyes) The resolution (in your eyes) Of all the fruitless searches (in your eyes)

Love, I don't like to see so much pain So much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away I get so tired working so hard for our survival I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive

"Heroes" by David Bowie (1975)

David Bowie was bisexual. A cover of his song “Heroes” is used in the show twice already, sung by Peter Gabriel. The song plays when they pull Will's fake body out of the water in season one and Mike cries in his Mom's arms, with some very queer-coded lyrics in the background, and after Hopper's letter in s3 (which is very Byler-centric)

"I will be king. And you, you will be queen 'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact. Yes, we're lovers, and that is that. Though nothing will keep us together. We could steal time just for one day We can be heroes forever and ever. What d'you say? I, I wish I could swim, like dolphins, like dolphins could swim I, I can remember (I remember) Standing by the wall (By the wall) And the guns shot above our heads (Over our heads) And we kissed as though nothing could fall (Nothing could fall) And the shame was on the other side. Oh, we can beat them forever and ever. Then we could be heroes just for one day We're nothing, and nothing will help us Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay But we could be safer just for one day"

I just thought the above songs might be some highly likely possibilities given that they fit the year of the s4 and also make references to not only love, but the idea of hiding, pain, shame, longing, etc., and can make some (partially stretching here) references to other things in the show such as:

RAINBOWS and TRUE COLORS, SHINING THROUGH (rainbows imagery is always associated with Mike & Will in the show and a is symbol of lgbtq+ pride, True Colors shining through = who you really are on the inside finally coming out)

IF THIS WORLD MAKES YOU CRAZY ("crazy together", "only love makes you that crazy" and references the "world" motif in the show)

YOUNGER YEARS, ONLY YOU AND ME, YOUNG, WILD AND FREE (references "not wanting things to change" and wanting "to make things go how they were" part in Hopper's letter, and the "But we're not kids anymore" comment during the Byler fight)

ENDLESS OCEAN and SWIM, LIKE DOLPHINS (references water's significance in the show)

FLAMES (Will in front of the burning car in s4 teaser?)

LIES and LYING (Mike lying to El about how he feels)

INSTINCTS RETURNING, FACADES BURNING, WITHOUT MY PRIDE, I REACH OUT FROM THE INSIDE (Mike's feelings for Will are his instincts, the facade is the act he put on in s3 to seem straight, burning could reference Will & fire, and I think the last 2 lines of that 2nd verse reference vulnerability- perhaps in an apology/confession)

I GET SO LOST (confusion about his sexuality, feeling lost without the other) and SO MUCH WASTED TIME (known each other since kindergarten but were unaware the other felt the same way/was dealing with same things, they could have been even closer)

KINGS and QUEENS (the d&d game mike wrote where he has king Tristan give him a medal in s1)

STEALING TIME (references "turning back the clock, to make things go how they were" part in Hopper's letter and the time theme in s4 and time is central to the s4 plot)

AND WE KISS - AND THE SHAME (references the shame they both feel about being gay since it was so stigmatized in the 80's)

Byler @ Prom Possibilities:

If Mike and Will did dance together at the prom, they will probably get bullied because they live in a small conservative town. They will probably either run out, upset, or Eleven will step in to protect them which could lead to the Carrie moment.

Or Mike and Will will not dance together in the actual dance room, but instead sneak off to somewhere else in the school and have a private Byler dance moment where they can't be teased and it's just them together.

OR Mike and Will are still acting weird at this point in the season because neither of them is communicating what needs to be said out of fear, or one of them has confessed or done something to indicate how they feel, but the other hasn’t so everything is weird between them. There would be lots of tension from this and we would get lots of longing looks and adoring moments between the two of them from the sidelines. (I think this one is the most likely)

[captainsy-cookiemonster]

Our Place

Summary: you finally find the time to make Mike's apartment the apartment of both of you.

Pairing: guitarist!Mike x reader

Warnings: fluff, cheeky references to (oral) sex, talking about pineapple on pizza, fluuuffff

Word count: ca 1050

A/N: dunno, this could be my last fic for a while. Gotta see how I'm gonna juggle writing and uni this semester. Neither beta'd nor proofread. 🙈

Title: Our Place

Enjoy 💗 if you liked it, like, comment and reblog💕 writers live off validation

Who knew moving in with Mikey would go that smoothly? It was easy; the two of you a perfect team. In the morning, he’d drive the two of you to college. Surprisingly, your courses were all at the same time, so in the afternoon, he’d take you to your job at the bookstore before going to work himself.

Sure, the evenings were late when he’d come and pick you up, but your time together cooking and joking around made up for it. On weeknights, you’d both be dead tired by the time you finished washing up your dinner plates, all yawning and droopy eyed, that Mike would lift you up and carry you to bed, not bothering to change. He’d just flop down on the bed, pull the blankets over both of you, and you’d be out like a light within a few minutes, snuggled against him, wrapped in his warmth.

But then there are the weekends. You’d both do a short shift on Saturday, but the remainder of your two days off, you’d spend together. Just you two. Doing whatever you want. Most weekends, that would be getting rid of all the sexual frustration that built up during the week. But after two months of living out of your suitcase and doing college work at the kitchen table, you had finally saved enough money to buy some much needed furniture.

Three weeks until the semester ends. That means three Saturdays off to make plans, rearrange the bed- and living room to make space for a closet and desk for you, to get the needed items, and maybe a little bit of decoration as well. And as soon as your break starts and you have more time, you’d start putting everything up. Oh dear, that’s going to be chaotic.

“Okay,” you drag out the word, standing in the middle of the bedroom, waving your arms around.” The closet has the go on this wall, so we have to turn the bed under the window, or should we just get another dresser?”

“If that’s enough to store your stuff, sweetcheeks, I don’t care,” Mikey shrugs, then pouts. “If you’re getting a closet I’d have to move my posters though…”

“So a dresser it is!” You beam, wrapping your arms around Mike’s middle and leaning your cheek against his shoulder. “I know you love your posters,” you whisper, and grin up at him. He turns his head and kisses your forehead. For a moment you just stand there, mentally mapping out the room and how you’ll change it, but then you let go of Mikey and walk straight up to the so far only dresser, and start tugging at it, pulling it, so you could turn the bed. He watches you, just briefly, as you huff at the weight of the fully packed dresser, smiling dreamily, before he breaks from his trance and pushes the piece of furniture from the other side.

With the dresser out of the way, you tackle the issue of the bed next. It’s tricky; the wall just a bit longer than the length of the bed, but somehow, after many frustrated grunts from both of you, you manage to turn the bed. Laughing with relief, you let yourself drop onto the mattress, Mikey doing the same right away, half on top of you. He nuzzles your neck, his unruly curls gently tickling your skin. You giggle. Even more when his hands start wandering, leaving a playful poke to your ribs. But when he finds his way beneath the hem of your t-shirt, you stop him.

“We gotta move the couch,” you declare, flipping the two of you over – a move he seemed to welcome, your words not immediately registering – and get off the bed. You can hear him huff as he gets up and follows you, and you snicker quietly to yourself. Carpet and coffee table are quickly moved closer to the TV. Still, you take a moment to stretch your back before you move over to the couch.

“Alright, on three,” Mike says, positioning himself to lift the couch, while you do the same, “one… two… three.” The last word comes out more or less as a wheeze as you straighten up, the couch much heavier than you thought. “Okay, down. Right by the carpet.”

“Slower, slower… uff,” you huff as you set it down, then jump over the back, turn to face the wall and the free space created, and sit on your knees, arms folded over the back of the couch. “I’m gonna need a lamp there,” you note, your eyes searching the wall for any – ah yes! Two sockets! Exactly where you’d need them. Perfect!

Mike comes to sit next to you and you turn, snuggling up to his side.

“What kinda desk do you wanna have?” he asks you.

“Dunno, one like yours? Seems to have a lot of storage, with the shelf and all…”

You sit in silence for a moment, comfortable. If you’re honest with yourself, you’re almost giddy. Sure, you moved in a few months ago, but now it’s becoming your place, both of yours. Our home, you smile to yourself.

“Alright.” Mikey squeezes your thigh as he gets up. “I’m gonna order us some pizza and then I want my dessert.” He flashes you a cheeky grin and you just roll your eyes.

“Whatever you say, puppy,” you sigh, “Guess you’ll have to make it a pineapple pizza then.” You shrug with a devilish grin, watching how Mikey stops dead in his tracks on the way to the phone.

“You wouldn’t!” he exaggerates a gasp.

“Maybe I would,” you tease back, “It’s good for your vaginal health after all.” You almost burst your façade as you take in your boyfriend’s mortified face. “Do you want it to taste good or not?!”

“Uh, yes but… it always does…”

Oh, his confused face! Such a puppy!

“No pineapple on pizza, and that’s final!”

That’s the first time you’re heard his voice take a stern tone, and one thought flashes through your mind: the little puppy is growing into a big wolf. You shake that thought off quickly before more thoughts can blossom.

Laughing, you get up and lay the table while Mikey places the order, without pineapple!

[cocastyle]

The In-Between - Prologue

Stranger Things x It Crossover

with some Bill Denbrough x reader

Word Count - 3,967

Warning - cursing? (if people don’t like that kind of stuff), some Stranger Things Season 3 spoilers? (don’t know if they would still be spoilers or not)

A/N - this is officially the beginning of my The In-Between series! I’m so excited to get this thing started and wanted to have a prologue so you could see how Y/N meets the Losers’ Club and what her relationship with The Party is like.

reminder that this series will take place in 1987 where the kids are all 17. however, in this prologue, the year is 1985 which means they are all 15 and the events of Stranger Things season 3 just occurred (I switched some things up like I’m not having Hopper die that way Eleven and Will stay in Hawkins).

since the year is 1985, that means the events of It are going to have taken place the year before in 1984. to have Beverly in the group, I basically had her move back with her aunt in the earlier half of 1985 and her and Bill have decided to stay friends (this allows the Bill Denbrough x reader part of the series). anyways, I hope you all enjoy!

also, since Mike Hanlon is homeschooled, he will not be in this prologue. Y/N meets the Losers’ Club at school which is why he will not be mentioned at first. he will be in upcoming chapters though!

if you would like to be added to the tag list, let me know!

T H E I N - B E T W E E N

Intro The Losers’ Club The Party Prologue 1 2

3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 Epilogue

August 1985

Hawkins, Indiana, the one place Y/N thought she would stay forever. Having been born and raised in the town, it was hard to imagine a life where she didn't live there. But then the events that had taken place during the summer of 1985 had occurred and the unimaginable suddenly became reality.

Fright was the main reason they were moving. Not that Y/N was scared or anything. It was her parents who were scared, scared that the unusual events that occurred in Hawkins would harm their family and ruin their lives.

After all, their daughter had barely been able to escape the forces of the Upside Down the previous couple of times, so when she came home with blood stained clothes and news of the death of Billy Hargrove, her parents were convinced that the only thing they could do was move away.

Y/N did not agree with her parents' decision in any way, shape, or form. Her life was in Hawkins. Her friends were in Hawkins.

Her family was in Hawkins.

However, her parents' minds were already made up and within two weeks their house was already sold and they were packing up their final things as they prepared for the journey to their new home in Derry, Maine.

The sky was filled with grey clouds on the day Y/N was supposed to leave Hawkins, a gloomy atmosphere falling over the town as if it could sense the girl was leaving and was genuinely upset about it. Y/N hardly noticed the weather seeing as her own gloominess was worse than that outside.

She almost didn't want to put the last of her things into the giant cardboard box that sat on the floor in front of her. Everything was already out of her room, leaving it so barren that she felt as if she were in a completely different place.

The only thing left had been her pictures that had decorated the walls with her memories throughout the years. It physically pained her when she had to take down the last picture—one of her with all of her friends where they were all laughing and looking at each other instead of the camera.

Now she held fast onto that picture, her hands shaking as she looked down at it with an almost longing expression on her face. Knowing it would only hurt more the longer she took, Y/N quickly looked away and set the picture in the box before closing it up. She only let out a shaky breath when the deed was done.

Y/N then picked up the box that held the last pieces of her life and began to make her way to her bedroom door. It was when she was about to grab onto the door handle that the door suddenly slammed shut, causing her to jump back in surprise. She hesitated for a second before going to open the door. However, it quickly slammed shut again before it was even half way opened.

This continued for a few more tries before Y/N let out a small sigh and turned to look behind her where her friends were all sitting on the floor looking upset. Her eyes flickered over the group that liked to call themselves 'The Party' and she stopped on Jane Hopper, otherwise known as Eleven, who had blood trickling from her nose.

The young girl wiped the blood away and stared at Y/N with wide eyes as she tried to act innocent. Y/N gave the girl a sad smile before looking around at her other friends who were all visibly upset. "I have to go," Y/N announced, the words earning a few head drops and shakes of heads.

Y/N kept her eyes on Eleven as she went to open the door again. "I have to go," she repeated as she began to pull the door open. However, Eleven wasn't having it and quickly shook her head and slammed the door shut again with her abilities.

Y/N let out a small sigh and dropped her head slightly. This was just as hard on her as it was on them. "El-" she began in a whisper, but before she could even get the words out, Eleven had jumped onto her feet and was throwing her arms around her.

The cardboard box fell from her grip and onto the floor and Y/N silently thanked herself for having only put pictures and posters in there. Her arms were quick to wrap around her friend while she dug her face into Eleven's shoulder, tears filling her eyes as she realized this was pretty much going to be their goodbye.

"Don't go," Eleven whimpered. "Please, don't go."

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut and tears rolled down her face as she hugged Eleven harder. Her body began to shake as she started to cry, but she hardly noticed it because Eleven had begun to cry as well. Arms began to wrap around the two and Y/N looked up slightly to see that her other friends—Mike Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, and Max Mayfield— had all joined in on the hug.

Y/N closed her eyes again and leaned into her friends' embraces, trying to enjoy this moment where she was with them. She didn't know when she was going to be able to see them next, but she knew she would never lose them. They had been through too much to allow that to happen.

It took a minute, but Y/N eventually got them all to let go so that she could look at them. They didn't mean to, but they had ended up forming a small circle and Y/N looked around at each of her friends before letting out a shaky laugh.

"I love you all, you know that, right?" she whispered. The Party was quick to nod their heads and Y/N smiled softly. "Good. Never forget it."

There was a silence before Y/N said, "You all stick together and take care of each other, okay? And if you all are ever in any sort of trouble, you get Dustin on his radio and have him contact me, okay? Cause you can bet your ass I'll be back here in a heartbeat."

"We don't doubt it for a minute," Max replied, the others all nodding their heads in agreement.

"I know you're going to Maine, but if anything happens and you need us, just know the same thing applies. We've got your back," the young Wheeler boy said.

"Got it, Wheeler," Y/N said with a small smile as she sniffled and wiped away her tears.

"Y/N! It's time to go!"

A look of dread washed on each of the kids' faces and Y/N reached down to pick up the box she had dropped before saying, "That's my cue."

The group was silent, but when Y/N opened the door that time, no one stopped her. Together, the Party all walked out of the girl's bedroom and made their way outside where Y/N's parents were waiting by their car.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion when she saw someone talking to them, but her eyes instantly lit up once she recognized the person to be Steve Harrington. His parents and Y/N's parents had been close in college, so Steve and Y/N had practically grown up together despite the five year age gap between the two. He was like the older brother she never had and it was only in that moment that she realized saying goodbye to him was probably going to be the hardest goodbye she would have to face.

Trying not to dwell on the fact, Y/N smiled and called out, "Harrington, is that you?"

Steve instantly perked up at the sound of her voice and muttered something to her parents before looking over at the girl, taking his sunglasses off in the process. "Yeah, it's me. Don't cream your pants," Steve jokingly told her.

Y/N chuckled and walked over to where he stood by the car before quickly putting the box she was carrying in the back seat. She glanced over at her parents and gave them a sad smile before asking, "Can I have a moment to say goodbye?" Her parents nodded and began to get in the car, but not before her father nodded at Steve and her mother patted him on the shoulder.

Once the car doors had closed, Y/N hesitated for a moment before turning her head to look at Steve. He was already looking at her with an unreadable expression while his hands were placed on his hips. He stood there in silence before saying, "The day is finally here."

Y/N's smile disappeared and she looked down at her feet as she nodded. Steve titled his head slightly and watched her for a second before reaching out and placing a hand on her shoulder. "Listen, squirt. You're going to do great things, okay? Hawkins. . .all it's doing is holding you back," he told her.

"I'm moving to Maine," Y/N pointed out as she gave Steve a look that told him all he needed to know.

"You never know, maybe Maine is going to have just what you're looking for," Steve said as he gave her shoulder a light shake.

Y/N looked over her shoulder and at her friends who were all standing at the bottom of the staircase watching her with sad eyes. They gave her shaky smiles which she returned before looking back at Steve. She studied him in silence for a moment before lightly shaking her head as she stared at him fondly. "I don't think so," she told him, knowing that Maine would never be able to replace the people she loved so dearly.

Steve flinched slightly at her words and his face contorted in pain for a second as he looked as if he were about to cry. However, it quickly disappeared and he inhaled sharply as he tried to put on a brave face for the girl in front of him.

"Okay, L/N, serious talk right now, okay? I know this whole move is tough on you. Trust me when I say it's going to be tough on all of us. But you got to make the most of it, you hear? You go to Maine and you show those shit heads just who the hell moved to their town," Steve told her. He then reached out and poked her shoulder as he pointed at her. "Cause they have no idea how lucky they are to have you."

The tears that she had been trying to suppress since she walked outside began to fill her eyes and she couldn't stop herself from launching herself into Steve's arms as she started to cry. Her grip was tight and she balled her hand into fists around his shirt as she tucked her face into his neck.

Steve stumbled back slightly, but didn't hesitate to hug her back as he felt tears began to fill his eyes. He was going to miss her a hell of a lot more than he thought he would. She was practically his sister and one of his best friends. Age had never mattered to them, only the friendship they created had.

So the fact that he was going to have to go through a good chunk of his life without her? Yeah, it was going to be hell.

Y/N tucked Steve's shoulder under her chin as she hugged him and let her eyes flicker over to her friends who were all watching the two with tears in their eyes.

Max was leaning against Lucas who had an arm around her as both struggled to keep it together. Then there was Eleven who was holding hands with Wheeler as she hugged his arm with tears streaming down her face, Wheeler looking pretty much in the same state. Finally there was Dustin who had a hand on Will's shoulder as the two looked to each other for support seeing as the couples were busy comforting each other.

Steve eventually pulled away from the young girl, knowing that it would only be harder on both of them if they didn't end the hug now. He used his shirt to wipe his tears away before he gave Y/N a shaky smile and reached out to swiftly wipe her tears away with his thumbs.

"You'll be okay," Steve assured her. "You're going to be just fine."

Y/N gave the boy a smile, her lips quivering slightly as she forced herself to hold back a sob. "I love you, Harrington," she whispered as she stared at the boy in admiration.

Steve softened slightly at those words and leaned forward to kiss the top of her head. "I love you too, squirt," he told her.

Then, before either of them could start crying, Y/N went over to the car door and opened it up. She hesitated and turned to look back at all of her friends, her eyes scanning over each of them. It was in that moment that she realized just how much she was going to miss them.

She was going to miss Lucas who had been her first friend back in elementary school and the one who had introduced her to the other members of the Party. She would miss Wheeler and the times they would spend in the record shop looking for the right music to play at the karaoke nights they hosted for the group.

She would miss Dustin and being able to talk science with him as they worked on creating their high-range radio from scratch. She would miss Will and playing D&D together when no one else would play.

She would miss Eleven and how the two would have sleepovers and stay up all night giggling before making Eggo waffles in the morning. She would miss Max and the girls days they would have at the mall as they tried every flavor possible at Scoops Ahoy.

And she would miss Steve and the moments she knew would never get to happen. She would miss the times when they would have contests to see who could eat the most ice cream without puking and when they would team up and pull pranks on the others.

She would miss the arcade trips, the late night adventures they would have, and the times they spent together. She would miss each of them. She would miss their friendships. She would miss her family.

Y/N knew they were all thinking the same thing just from the tears that were in their eyes. Steve was the first to raise a hand and wave goodbye, everyone else quickly following suit. She let out a breathy laugh before waving back.

Then, with a heavy heart, Y/N stepped into the car and closed the door. She had just buckled up when the car began to pull away and she was quick to look out the back window at her house and her friends who were all walking out into the middle of the road to watch her go.

Her father glanced back at her in the rear view mirror, but she didn't notice, her attention on her friends who were getting further and further away. As for her mother, she grabbed ahold of her father's hand and kissed it lovingly before saying in an almost excited and slightly saddened voice, "Goodbye Hawkins, Indiana. Hello Derry, Maine."

Y/N didn't look away until her friends' figures had disappeared in the distance.

- - -

"I'm bored," Richie Tozier announced for what had to be the tenth time in the last five minutes. He looked between his friends who were all obviously ignoring him as they ate their lunch and tried to talk about other things. He momentarily saw Beverly Marsh glance his way, but she looked away and turned her attention back to Ben.

Richie had been surprised when Beverly moved back to Derry with her aunt only a year after moving away. But what had surprised him even more was that Bill and Beverly had decided they were better off as friends and Beverly had since grown closer to Ben of all people.

Richie shook away his thoughts and let out a loud sigh before he turned to Eddie Kaspbrak who was sitting beside him. "Eds," Richie whispered. When Eddie didn't respond, the boy poked him not so lightly in the arm. "Pssst. Eds, I'm bored," Richie whispered.

Eddie clenched his jaw and gave the boy a sharp look. "I know. I've heard you the other twenty times you've said it. And don't call me Eds," he said.

"Fine, Eddie Spaghetti," Richie told him with a small smirk. "But it's not my fault I'm bored. It's this shitty town! There is literally nothing to do around here!"

"Weren't you just complaining the other day about how you felt like you never had time to just do nothing?" Stanley Uris asked with a raised eyebrow as he looked at his friend.

"That was the other day, this is now!" Richie exclaimed. "And right now, I'm bored."

"S-s-shut up, Richie," Bill Denbrough muttered in annoyance as he stared blankly at the ham sandwich in his hands.

Richie rolled his eyes and let out a groan as he smacked his head against the table. "But I'm so-"

Before Richie could get that sentence out, the noise in the cafeteria virtually disappeared causing the boy to stop mid sentence. He furrowed his eyebrows and sat up before following everyone's gaze to where the cafeteria doors had just opened up. His mouth dropped open a little and the others all looked to their friend confused as to why he had actually shut up for once.

Seeing his shocked state, the group followed his gaze and their eyes landed on a girl around their age who had just walked into the cafeteria. Her eyes were wide due to the sudden attention and Bill could see the small blush creeping onto her cheeks as she nervously brushed a strand of h/c hair behind her ear.

Bill blinked in surprise as he stared at her, instantly stunned by her beauty just like all the other kids were. He could practically sense the jealously radiating off of all the girls except for Beverly and the boys were practically drooling at the sight of her.

The girl then began to walk forward and her shoes clicking against the ground seemed to echo throughout the whole cafeteria. It was only when she had taken a few steps that everyone seemed to snap out of their spell and go back to whatever they were doing. Well, everyone except for the Losers’ Club.

"Who is that?" Ben Hanscom asked, none of the boys taking their eyes off of the girl while Beverly just shook her head and laughed quietly to herself.

"She must be that new girl I heard Jane Greenwood talking about in math class," Eddie suggested.

"You knew there was a new girl and didn't tell me?" Richie asked as he looked at his friend in shock. "Come on, man. I could've been working my Richie charm on her already."

"Yeah, you won't be doing that," Beverly Marsh told him as she rolled her eyes at the boy. "Let the poor girl have a chance to breathe before you annoy her to death."

Richie made a face at Beverly which Bill barely noticed for he was too busy watching Y/N who was trying to find a seat. He watched as she attempted to sit down at a few tables, but each one either had girls that were too jealous of her to let her sit there or guys that were too stuck up to allow a girl to sit with them. It was only when he saw her passing their table without even trying that Bill called out to her.

"You can s-s-sit with us."

The Losers’ Club all froze and glanced over at Bill in surprise while the young girl paused in her tracks and turned to look at who had talked to her. Her eyes locked with Bill's and she gave him a breathtaking smile that had him blushing a little under her gaze.

"Thanks," she said as she walked over to the only empty seat that happened to be in between Bill and Richie. "Seriously, thank you. I was afraid I would have to sit by the trash cans. It's kind of hard trying to find a seat when you're new and know literally no one."

She was rambling a little, but Bill couldn't help but smile as she talked. "N-n-no problem. I-I-I'm Bill. B-B-Bill Denbrough," he introduced himself, stuttering a little more than usual due to the fact that a pretty girl was sitting next to him. He then gave the rest of the group looks that told them to introduce themselves as well.

"Beverly Marsh."

"Ben Hanscom."

"Eddie Kaspbrak."

"Stanley Uris, but people call me Stan."

"Richie Tozier, but you can call me the man of your dreams."

"Don't call him that," Beverly instantly said as she sent a small glare towards Richie. However, the girl had turned her gaze on Richie and was staring at him with wide eyes.

"Look guys. I'm so handsome she can't even speak," Richie smirked, but it disappeared when the girl poked his cheek and moved his face so she could look at him better.

"Incredible," she whispered. "You look exactly like one of my friends back home! You two could be twins!"

Richie frowned at that and muttered, "There is no one like me, but me!"

The girl just shook her head in amazement and stared at Richie for a moment longer before looking away with a blink of her eyes and looking to the rest of the group. "Sorry. I'm Y/N L/N," she introduced herself.

"Where did you move from?" Ben asked while Richie sat muttering something about he was unique and there was no one someone looked like him.

Y/N's smile made Bill's heart flutter a little and he mentally cursed himself for being affected by her smile when he had just met her. "Hawkins, Indiana," she replied.

"Hawkins?" Stan questioned as he scrunched up his nose. He then shrugged and looked down at his food before saying, "Never heard of it."

"Most people haven't," Y/N chuckled. "Which is probably a good thing now that I think about it."

"Why's t-t-that?" Bill asked, genuinely curious.

Y/N let out a nervous laugh as she almost seemed to be recalling some memory, "It can be a pretty weird place."

"Well you obviously haven't been in Derry long," Eddie muttered.

"Trust me. Nothing can be weirder than Hawkins," Y/N assured them. "It's like a shit show on steroids."

Richie rolled his eyes. "Trust me. Derry can and is," Richie argued.

Y/N raised an eyebrow as the corner of her lips turned up in a small smirk. "Want to bet?" she asked as if she knew something they didn't.

Richie glanced at his friends and Bill chuckled softly to himself knowing that nothing could beat what they had been through. It wouldn't be until after Y/N explained her whole story that he would realize he was wrong.

"You sure you want to do this, L/N?" Richie asked. "We wouldn't want to scare you away."

Y/N smirked and set her backpack on the ground and her lunchbox on the table.

"Try me, Tozier."

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I can't help but laugh a little as Nikki presses kisses up and down my neck, bottle of Jack in one hand, part of my ass in the other as our car takes the both of us through London.

Valentine's Day, 1986, started out as one of the best Valentine's Days we'd spent together.

Nikki's mood wasn't too good or too bad, it was a tolerant neutral, I suppose it's because we hadn't done much talking at all.

He'd woken me up with his tongue between my legs and it stayed that way until I had soaked the sheets and was practically begging him to give me a break because I couldn't take it anymore.

Then we proceeded to screw around, then got ready to leave to meet everyone at the Hammersmith Odeon where they were due to play that night.

"How much longer?" I ask him, pulling away from a tongue filled, lust fueled kiss, referring to the time left before we get where we're going.

"Like, ten minutes, maybe." He tells me.

My hand reaches between us, rubbing over the obvious bulge in his pants, before he reads my mind.

After our quicky, I'm pulling my panties back on while he's pulling his gear from his boot.

I just let out a breath.

"Nikki--"

"--I'm fucked on blow right now, Viv. I gotta get myself leveled out." He tells me.

I just nod a little, not bothering to argue.

Once we arrive, Fred's meeting us in the back to escort us inside as fans are already crowding around the front entrance.

Nikki's grabbing at my hand once we get out, as he and Fred start talking.

"And there's a surprise for you." Fred tells me as we walk in.

I furrow my brows before he's nodding to our left.

I see the massive, teased, blonde hair and flashy clothing and I'm leaving Nikki's side before I can help myself.

Mike's just as happy to see me and I am to see him, the both of us hugging each other tightly before pulling away to examine each other with wide smiles.

He looks incredible.

He's glowing.

He's gained back the weight he lost dramatically after Razzle died, and it's so obvious that he hasn't touched a drink or Drug in months.

He looks at peace.

"You look great." I tell him, looking him up and down.

"I feel great." He replies. "You look..." He starts, examining me similarly.

I look like I've been dragged through hell.

"Like shit." I finish for him and he rolls his eyes.

"Beautiful, Vivian. You've always been beautiful." He argues.

The shining of a silver band around his left ring finger catches my eye, despite multiple rings decorating his hands.

"Now, I've heard about this." I take his hand and look at the wedding band and he gets giddy. "But I have yet to even see her."

He's pulling his wallet out of his pocket and pulling a picture out, showing me a photo of a woman with dark hair, arched brows, who's no-bullshit demeanor is practically jumping out of the picture.

Jude Wilder had been working at CBS when she'd met Michael while working on Hanoi Rocks' project called "Two Steps From The Move."

She was nine years older than him, but that didn't surprise me. Michael's always been nine years ahead of everyone else in maturity, and they were perfect for each other.

They got married in 1985, and were inseparable.

When she died in 2001, after suffering an intracranial hemorrhage, Michael sunk into the excruciatingly low place he sunk to when Razzle died. But in true Mike Monroe fashion, he didn't allow himself to be down very long, threw the drugs out, and was remarried to a gorgeous, sweet, ball of light named Johanna by mid-2003.

"She's gorgeous, Michael." I tell him in admiration, although I know he's never necessarily been into looks as much as he's after a good personality and clear head.

"Thank you. She'll love to hear that." He chuckles, tucking the picture back into his wallet. "Have you seen the other guys here?" He asks me and I raise my brows.

He motions behind me and I see Andy, Sami, and Nasty, talking to Tommy and Nikki.

Nikki beckons for me and I go to them, trying not to be overly motherly upon seeing them, the three of us sharing the same exchange Michael and I did.

Tight hugs, and an invisible thankfulness that they're in a more positive headspace than the last time I saw them.

Well, except one.

Andy's still on heroin. It doesn't take me two seconds to pick up on it and I can tell it's gonna be a priority to keep him and Nikki separated after the show.

I don't need them fueling the fire under each other's spoons.

Sami and Nasty look better than the last time I saw them, which is amazing.

I'm surprised any of the guys want anything to do with us after the thick of their grieving.

"Are you staying for the show?" I ask Andy.

"Absolutely." Andy states, pointing at Nikki. "And I'm showing him around when it's all over."

A protective chord is struck in me, and I'm finding myself having to pull back on the reins before I offend Andy.

Nikki seems to agree, before I shit all over it.

"It's Valentine's Day." I cut in. "I was hoping we could hang out." I look to Nikki.

"You can come with us, babe." He suggests and I try to hide my true emotions about it, but Michael sees through it.

"Oh, c'mon, Nikki. It's Valentines Day." He interjects, picking up on my concern of Andy and Nikki out on the town, binging.

Nikki's pulling a handful of bills out of his pocket before handing it to Michael.

"You take her out, then." He tells him casually, and Michael looks at me, caught off guard, able tell this isn't the first time Nikki's acted like this towards me and it's as if he's saying, "he's like this now?"

"Guys, c'mon, you gotta get dressed." Doc pulls at Nikki and Tommy.

The show goes smoothly, despite a few hiccups and—as predicted—Andy and Nikki are thick as thieves.

I help Nikki get his white and black polka dotted suit off, before he's pulling on his tshirt and jeans, pulling his boots on.

Before I head for the door when he's dressed, he's grasping at my hand and stopping me.

"What is it?" I ask, raising my brows.

"C'mere." He tugs me to him and I chuckle a little. 

"What is it?" I repeat, grinning, and he leans down and presses his lips to mine, sweetly.

"I really wish you would come with me tonight." He tucks some of my hair behind my ear and I shake my head a little.

"Nah, I'll just hangout with Mike."

"No, I wanna hangout with you." He argues lightly.

"You and Andy are gonna be doing things I'm not into." I point out.

"Like what?" He asks.

"You know what." I reply.

"Alright, how about you and Mike come with us so you aren't by yourself?"

"How about you just don't touch heroin?" I suggest and his smile falters, his jaw rolling. I don't even let him say anything else.

I kiss him one last time before trying to sweep whatever argument is brewing, under the rug.

"I'll see you when you get back tonight, Nikki, okay?" I ask and he sighs out.

"Whatever, Viv." He mumbles as I step out.

I find Mike and Tommy telling Nasty and Sami "goodbye", and I step to them, glancing around for Vince, who isn't anywhere to be seen.

It's obvious he's keeping his distance.

"Leaving already?" I ask the two dark haired boys.

"Got to get back home for a bit. We'll see you around, eventually." Nasty tells me, grinning as he squeezes my hand assuringly.

"I'll be meeting Mike back in the states in about a month." Sami adds. "We'll he sure to stop by."

"Okay." I nod, smiling at the both of them. "Be careful, I'll see you later." I them.

"See you, man." Mike tells the two of them, hugging the both of them.

"Big plans tonight, Viv?" Tommy nudges me and I point my thumb in Mike's direction. "What about Nikki?"

"He's married to Andy's dealer tonight." I reply and Mike raises his brows, not saying a word, and Tommy seems like he doesn't quite know how to respond.

"We're outta here!" Andy exclaims, he and Nikki stepping to the exit with Fred escorting them out to their car.

"He's really not spending tonight with you?" Tommy asks me, disappointed, and I raise my brows.

"Are you surprised?"

"..." He says everything with a single look and I nod.

"Exactly." I scoff, going to the dressing room to grab my purse.

Once I get back, Fred is waiting for Mike and I.

"Press talks." Fred warns us right before we step outside.

The paps aren't horrid here like in America, but there's enough here to spin a narrative if they choose.

"So does bullshit." I reply as he opens the car door and I slide in with Mike following me.

"Be careful, guys. I'll see you later, Viv." Fred tells me and I nod before he shuts the door.

Michael looks at me with a smile.

"What now?" He asks me and I shake my head a little.

"Food." I tell him. "And a lot of it."

Although I would have loved to spend the day of love with my husband, spending it with Michael Monroe while stuffing my face with London's very best take-out, was nice.

But there was someone who upstaged Nikki, aside from Mike.

I step into the hotel after dinner with Michael and his wife, carrying my heels in my hands because my feet are killing me, ready to go to sleep.

"Mrs. Sixx, there was a delivery made to your room by your management earlier." The woman at the front desk tells me as I walk by to the elevator.

"Alright, thank you." I reply.

When I get to my room, I unlock the door and I'm met with a large bouquet of classic red roses.

I furrow my brows, knowing they can't be from Nikki, but already know who they can be from when I see two little plastic water guns tucked into the flowers, a bottle of Pepsi and a bag of gummy worms beside them.

I pick up the card and nearly start crying.

"We miss you! Happy V-Day, V!

Love, more than Jack and Marlboro (or Pepsi and gummy worms), Tansy, Steven, Axl, Izzy, Slash, and Duff."

It's etched in Doc's handwriting, and I chuckle at the thought of Doc on the phone with Tansy while she dictates what he writes on a card for flowers she probably begged him to get me before the show ended tonight.

I keep myself from crying, a strong sense of homesickness washing over me.

I pick up the phone, trying to calculate the time difference.

It's 2:00am here, which means it's only 6:00pm in L.A.

I'm dialing their apartment—damning the overseas charge that I know will be billed to us—knowing they're probably getting ready to go out or head to a club for a gig.

"Yo." I hear Steven's voice on the other line.

"Hey, Steven, it's Viv."

"Viv?" He asks excitedly. "Aye, Viv's on the phone!" I hear him say, hearing indistinguishable sentences in the back ground.

"Yeah, I just called to let you guys know I just got back to my room and saw the flowers." I explain, fumbling with the phone chord, sitting down on the bed.

"Do you like 'em?" He asks me and I nod to myself.

"Yes, they're beautiful." I reply.

"Well, Tansy mentioned getting you something for Valentine's Day and she and Duff called the guys' manager and told him some stuff you'd like." He informs me.

"I-Is Duff there?" I ask.

"Uhh, yeah, gimme a second." He tells me. "Duff! Man, it's Viv!" He calls into the apartment. "He's comin', baby." He assures me. "Alright, here he is."

"Bye, I love you." I tell him.

"I love you, too." He replies as I hear the phone being handed off.

"Hello?" Duff answers and I rub my lips together.

"Hey, I know you're probably busy so I wasn't gonna keep you long, I just wanted to say 'thank you' for the flowers and the junkfood I really shouldn't be eating but I'm going to eat anyway." I state and he chuckles.

"I'm just waiting on the guys, and I thought about Coke and potatoe chips but I knew that would be kinda mean so I played it safe." He informs me.

"You don't have a mean bone in your body, Duff." I point out. "Oh, guess who I ate dinner with tonight?"

"Nikki?" He asks and I scoff.

"That's an entire conversation on it's own." I reply. "Michael Monroe and his lovely wife, Jude, took me out to dinner."

"You can't just say it that casually, Viv." He tells me. "You gotta cry tears of joy or something, holy shit."

"Well, I suggest you learn how to keep your cool because him and Sami Yaffa will be visiting L.A. soon and I will be introducing you and the guys, if you're interested."

"Shut up." He says it in disbelief and I smile.

"Guns N' Roses came up during dinner and I may or may not have bragged about one W.Axl Rose, Steven Adler, Izzy Stradlin, Slash Hudson, and Duff McKagan and piqued his interest."

"Shut up!" He says it louder. "Viv, I know it's not a big deal to you because he's one of your friends but...holy shit, Sixx, you didn't have to do that."

"I did, Duff. You guys deserve it." I argue. "You deserve it."

"I fucking love you." He tells me, genuinely. "And I'm not just saying that because you did something nice, like, I can't say 'thank you' enough or tell you how much I love you for being just as enthusiastic as we are and believing in us as much as you have for the past year."

"You guys are great people, Duff. And God's given the five of you incredible musical gifts. It's against my religion not to help expose those gifts to the rest of the world and I know you guys can do it, as much as you guys know you can."

"Thank you, Viv." He tells me again. "And where's Nikki at?" He asks me and I close my eyes for a second, not wanting to say something that will put a damper on his mood.

"He wasn't feeling well so he came back to the hotel while the three of us went to dinner. But he's feeling better now and he's in the shower so we'll spend some time together when he's out." I lie.

"Okay, good. The guys are about ready to go, now, so I'm gonna let you go." He tells me.

"Alright, have fun." I reply, trying to force back tears. "And tell the guys I said 'hey' and that I miss them." I add.

"I will, Viv. Goodnight. I love you." He states, and a tear topples over my lashline, pretending, just for a moment, I'm hearing those words from Nikki.

A sad, broken smile cracks at my lips.

"I love you, too, Duff." I reply. "Goodnight."

I hang up, stepping to the bathroom to take off my makeup and get a shower.

By the time I get out of the shower, I'm so tired my mind practically shuts down the second my head hits the pillow. 

Typically I wouldn't be able to sleep due to being alone, however, I'm not technically alone. 

A loud, startling bang rattles at my door, and I jerk awake, confused for a moment. I glance at the clock, seeing it's only 3:30am, and I roll my eyes, knowing it's Nikki and he probably left his key somewhere.

Without even looking in the peep-hole, I open the door to see a frantic, panicking Andy.

Before this continues, I need to clarify that I understand it isn't anyone else's fault that Nikki did drugs. He had his struggles and demons all without anyone offering him anything to shoot up, snort, swallow down, or drink. He could have easily said "no" to these things, but for some reason just couldn't.

But back then, I knew people knew he couldn't help himself. So no one who could have been considered an enabler was off limits. And Andy was an enabler.

All it takes is for him to say the words "Nikki's in bad trouble" and my face twists, tears toppling from my eyes, an entire wave of emotions rocking through my body, before I'm throwing both of my fists at him.

"Vivian!" He's screaming repeatedly as I'm yelling out nonsense at him, sobbing, weakly hitting him.

Once I've gotten calmed down in a couple minutes, Andy's grabbing at my shoulders, his cheek bleeding from my ring cutting him.

"Get your head clear." He practically has to pull me together for myself.

I'm running down the street from the hotel as fast as my bare feet can take me, Andy leading me to the run-down apartment he and Nikki were hanging out at. 

I walk into to this rat holding a baseball bat of Nikki, about to hit him.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Andy barks at him as I snatch the bat from his hands.

I'm about to hit him with it instead, but Andy's grabbing at me. "Viv, keep your head clear." He tells me again, pulling the bat from my hands and I glare into the sunken in eyes of the stranger, silently promising he'll get his when I get my blue husband awake.

I'm overwhelmed and feel defeated at the sight of him.

Blue, soaking wet from being wet down in an attempt to be woken up, and the deterioration of his body from his use is even more evident in his current state. 

Andy is screaming at the guy for hitting him with a bat instead of continuing to give him mouth to mouth and pumping his chest like Andy had been doing before he came and got me. 

I start CPR, trying to keep my shit together, but I obviously fail.

My stomach cramps like shards of glass are scraping at me. Except it's not my stomach, it's my uterus. 

"Andy." I cry out, keeping my hands on Nikki's chest, but the Finnish rockstar keeps yelling back and forth with the dealer. "Andy." I repeat, louder, but he still doesn't hear me. "Andy!" I'm pleading in a holler, catching his attention. "I-I can't do this, I'm sick, just call an ambulance!" I beg and Andy heads to the phone hanging on the wall. 

"No!" The living dead-rat argues roughly, fear in his pinned eyes as he practically snatches the phone off the wall, refusing to hand it to Andy.

"My husband is dying if not already dead! He needs help!" I argue, sweat beginning to perspire thinly on my skin, my own pain intensifies, my vision starting to blur slightly as I feel hot liquid rush from between my bare legs, and I'm blacking out along with Nikki. 

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Part 1

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"Morning, Dawkins." Tony gave his coworker as nod as he passed his desk. He held a cup of coffee in one hand, a folder in the other.

Mike returned the nod. "Morning, Stark. Hey—come over here for a sec."

"What is it?"

"Just come." The officer's voice was hushed like he didn't want everyone around them to hear.

Tony sighed. He made his way around Dawkins' neatly organized desk.

"So?" He took a sip of his coffee. No milk, a sprinkle of sugar. Just how he liked it.

"Did you hear about the hacker kid?" Mike asked.

Tony raised a brow. "Parker?"

"Yeah."

"What about him? I had him in interrogation yesterday." —Meaning, I'm pretty sure I know whatever you're going to tell me.

"They're gonna let him go."

Tony almost spat his coffee back out.

"They what?"

"I

know,"

Mike muttered. He typed something into his keyboard.

Tony frowned. "Why?"

Mike pointed at his computer screen. He'd typed Peter Parker into the search bar and came up with a clean record. "I don't know. But on here, he's never even been accused of anything."

Tony put his folder down and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't get it."

"It's foul play, Stark, I'm tellin' ya."

Tony pressed his lips together.

We'll see about that, Officer, Peter had said.

"Damn right it is," He eventually commented grimly. His fingers drummed on the file he'd put down.

"So what you gonna do? It's your case."

The officer bit his lip. "Looks like I have some ass to kick. Fuckin' rookie criminals." He cleared his throat, picked his folder up and walked to his desk two slots away.

After a few restless minutes, he gave up and marched to the overnight detainment cells.

Bucky was unlocking Peter's cell just as Tony got there. A man in an expensive-looking suit waited on the other side. He was on the phone with someone, defined brows forming a frown.

"Mister Parker." Tony gave the boy a curt nod.

Peter smiled at him as he walked out of the cell as if he owned the building and wasn't held custody in it. Something explosive about the way his lips curled—like he was a bomb just waiting to be ignited. "Hello, Officer Stark. Slept well, I hope?"

Tony gave the businessman another glance. He wasn't looking at Tony, but it was always better to behave like he was being watched.

"Sure," He grumbled.

He quietly stood next to Bucky as Peter was handed his things—a key, a few rings and a pack of chewing gum.

"Peter." The boy's guardian put an arm around his shoulders.

"Hi." Peter looked at the guy almost like he was satisfied—like he was proud—and Tony felt like he was missing something here.

"He hasn't been too much of a hassle, I hope?"

Peter's smile died as soon as his guardian looked away.

Devious little thing.

"He's not much paperwork, that's for sure," Tony couldn't help but comment dryly.

The man gave him an even drier chuckle.

"Let's hope there's no need to meet again." Peter's guardian shook everyone's hands and then swiftly turned around. Peter looked over his shoulder and a gave Tony a cheeky wink. They left without another word.

Once the doors slid closed behind the pair, Bucky exhaled audibly. "What a brat."

---

A dig through the archive revealed that a certain Rick Bellfort, head of the multi-million dollar company Bellfort Co., had adopted a teenage boy a few years ago.

Rick Bellfort was also one of the city's biggest sponsors.

"Fucking rich people," Tony muttered under his breath as he tucked the files back into the folder.

---

Come and find me, Officer, the graffiti read. A boy blowing a gum bubble was drawn next to the words.

Tony felt a crack as he tightened his grip around the flashlight.

"Fucking Parker." He kicked the cobble that covered the ground in front of the hotel. "Fucking Bellfort. That who you work for, huh?" he muttered to himself.

The light roamed across the wall and the floor. The pink paint had dribbled down the bricks like it had been too much, too fast. Tony could still smell the chemical stench in the air.

It took him too long to piece it together.

This was new.

The kid might still be around.

Tony cursed under his breath and swirled around. There had to be traces of footsteps in the cobble—

Or a visible dent with white perking out from underneath.

Tony slipped his leather glove back on and pulled the piece of paper.

Find me where I live like Elizabeth for as many dawns as the sugar allows. — P.P.

Fucking riddles.

Tony crumpled the paper and stomped across the cobble to his car. Je wasn't going to play this little brat's games. There were more serious crimes that needed solving.

And yet. Tony Stark wasn't one to give up.

His fingers drummed on the steering wheel.

"Live like Elizabeth—Elizabeth, who's Elizabeth?"

His eyes darted around. The parking lot. The cobble. The chewing gum. Come and find me.

Queen Elizabeth.

Live like a queen.

"As many dawns as the sugar allows—dawns are nights. As many nights as the sugar allows. As many nights, as many nights..."

What was sugar for a rich kid?

Tony looked around once more. The streetlights. The lights burning in the houses all around. The hotel.

Tony wanted to punch himself. The hotel.

The presidential suite.

Find me where I live like a queen for as many nights as the money allows. — Peter Parker

"Little bitch," Tony spat.

He got out of the car.

The concierge raised his eyes as Tony entered.

The lobby was decorated in decadent blues and silvers. A black Steinway stood on the side. The pattering of a fountain accompanied the low classical music that came from speakers Tony couldn't locate.

His steps echoed through the lobby as he walked up to the concierge.

He cleared his throat. "Hello. I'm—"

"You must be Mister Stark. Mister Parker is waiting for you."

The suit-clad man handed him a gold-plated key card with an intricate design engraved at the top.

Tony cleared his throat again. "Thank you."

What am I doing here? He asked himself as he stepped into the elevator.

He was playing Parker's game. This was all power play. Was he supposed to shuffle the cards again? Or would playing along be the recipe for success? Peter had confessed that he'd hacked the system only after Tony had let him play his game after all. Maybe this was what this was. A thrill, no matter the price. Even if it was a night in a cell or an officer losing his cool.

For Peter, it was calculated fun. For Tony, it was a precarious gamble.

I'll defeat you, Parker. Just you wait.

The elevator music stopped to allow a soft 'ding' as the doors slid open.

There was only one door on this floor.

Tony slid the key card across the scanner. The door opened with a low humming sound.

No going back.

Hand on his gun.

The suite was the most decadent thing Tony had ever seen in front of him.

Deep red and gold adorned every piece of furniture. A chandelier bestowed light onto the entrance area. Shoes with a golden Gucci logo on them laid on an intricately woven mat, one over the other as if they had been tossed.

Tony advanced into the living room area. Gold and red everywhere. Wealth dripping from every inch of the space.

A quiet cough drew Tony’s eyes back up.

And there, silently, stood Peter, so fucking coy, so fucking pretty.

Mesmerized. That was the only way to describe it. Tony was utterly and completely mesmerized by Peter's figure leaning against the pillar, body wrapped in a pink silk robe. There was a slit starting at the waist that revealed lithe, naked legs.

Peter had looked beautiful with bags under his eyes and a grey ensemble when Tony had arrested him, but this—God, like this, Peter was the most beautiful being Tony had ever seen.

And that look of innocence all over his face.

"Hello, Officer."

Tony gulped. His throat was suddenly dry. "Peter Parker."

"I take it you've gotten my message?" Eyelashes fluttering. Pretty, Tony thought. He's devious!, he tried to remind himself. But—God.

Tony blinked. The gun in its holster pressed against his thigh.

"It's okay. You don't have to say anything." A playful smile danced around Peter's lips. He took slow, deliberate steps, toes pointed as if he had to walk tip-toed. His hips were in a gentle, natural sway, accentuated by the robe.

The piece of clothing rustled gently with every movement.

"Wait."

There was a small pout on Peter's lips as he turned his head upward to face the officer. "What's the matter?"

The robe stilled shortly after the boy had. Now that he got a closer look, Tony could see glitter on Peter's lips and a trace of lace perking out from underneath the robe.

His mouth watered.

They couldn't be doing this. He couldn't. But Tony's knees were weak, something in his gut sparking warm and wanting.

"Thought so," Peter said. There it was again, that fucking grin. Tony didn't want to admit it, but it was impossible to deny that it ignited a wildfire inside him.

"No, I—" Tony stopped, cleared his throat. Peter's hands slid across the silk to reach for the hems of the robe. A baby pink cord held it closed at the waist. The officer gulped. "I came to—"

Peter's slender fingers—good God, that was pastel pink nail polish—pulled at the cord.

Like in slow motion, the robe fell open.

There stood Peter, in nothing but pink lace panties and the robe, nipples perking up as the semi-warm air hit the boy's chest.

"Fuck," Tony whispered.

Peter's cheeks were red, his cock tenting the lingerie, but under his lashes, he was watching Tony.

"Do you like it?" Peter asked. His lashes fluttered.

Tony caught himself wanting to nod.

Slowly, he started shaking his head.

"Fuck. I'm— I'm on goddamn duty. I came to fucking arrest you, no to fu—"

Innocence gone. The beast came out now. Peter snarled. "But do you want that?"

No.

"Yes."

Peter smiled. Out of all the things he could have done, he smiled. And took another step closer. His robe curled around Tony’s ankle for a moment before falling back.

“Oh, Officer,” The boy muttered, looking up at Tony through his lashes.

Shuffle the cards again, Stark.

Tony’s glance flicked from Peter’s half-lidded eyes to his shimmering lips and back up.

Gently, he cupped Peter’s cheek. The boy leaned into the touch as Tony’s calloused thumb stroked the soft skin. A soft keen left his mouth that had dropped open involuntarily.

“You needed this, hm?” Tony asked, voice low and rough. He dragged his thumb further across Peter’s face until it caught at the boy’s lip. As if on command, Peter’s lips closed around the finger and started sucking. A lovely shade of red blossomed on his face.

Tony chuckled. “Cute,” He said coldly. He pulled the finger from the boy’s mouth (which earned him an adorable little whine) and wiped the spit on his uniform.

“Turn around for me, pet.”

Peter did as he was told. Tony hummed. “Good boy.”

Another one of those delightful sounds from Peter’s throat.

Shuffle the cards. Buy time.

Tony pulled the boy closer until their bodies were pressed against the other. His breath fanned against Peter’s neck. Goosebumps formed where it hit.

“What happened to your lawful obligation, Officer?” Peter asked, a giggle in his voice.

Bluff.

“Honey, I do as I please,” Tony murmured. His hands ran down Peter’s arms, straightening the silk. The boy shuddered under the touch.

“Besides, isn’t this what you wanted?” 

Peter’s smile was evident in his voice. “You know me too well, Officer.” He was pliant, now. Way too sure that he had already won. Tony peppered wet kisses on the boy’s neck.

“And how well do you know me?”

His hand trailed Peter’s waist, the kind of touch firm enough to be felt, delicate enough to leave the boy light-headed and wanting more.

“You have no idea,” Peter replied.

Play your Ace.

The handcuffs clicked and closed around Peter’s wrists.

Indignant silence. From the corner of his eye, he sees Peter struggling for words.

"Bitch," The boy eventually huffed. "That's not how it's supposed to go."

Tony smirked. His arms snaked around Peter's waist. "This game has never been fair, sweetheart."

"Fuck, I—"

"Language, dear," Tony chided.

"Don't fucking call me that, who do you—"

Peter's voice faded out as Tony ran a hand across the expanse of his lower belly. The muscles contracted and released, a lovely little shiver rushing over the exposed skin.

"Hm?" he teased, grin pressed into the soft flesh of Peter's neck. "You were saying?"

"I said—God, don't stop, oh—I said don't call me—" The boy squirmed, body pulling into the officer's touch and away from it at the same time.

Tony clicked his tongue. "Don't call you what? Dear? Sweetheart? Honey? Because if I remember correctly, and I always do, you really liked those a few moments ago."

"You have no idea what the fuck I like, sir," Peter spat, but his hips were stuttering as he tried not to rock them up.

The officer laughed coldly. "Then why are you still calling me sir like the little slut you are? You're rutting your hips like a bitch in heat and I didn't even touch your pathetic little cock."

Peter made a wretched sound in the back of his throat.

"You like that, huh?" Tony murmured, greedy for more of those pitiful noises. His hands grazed the insides of Peter's thighs and the dips of his waist, never going where the boy really wanted him to. "Like it when I call you my little whore? All dressed up for me to ruin you, weren't you?"

The boy was nothing short of a mess, body melting into Tony's hold, whimpers escaping his open mouth.

"Use your words," He ordered.

"Stop ah-asking questions, just touch me," Peter urged.

Tony hummed, satisfied. "As you wish." He slid a hand across the supple flesh of Peter's thigh and finally cupped Peter's clothed cock with his big palm.

The boy's head dropped back and onto Tony's shoulder in a loud moan.

There was already a damp spot where Peter's cock tented the lingerie. Tony circled that spot with his thumb, relishing the pretty sounds the boy made right into his ear. "Fuck, da— mh, oh—" The boy brabbled, barely coherent.

"That's right..." Tony muttered, squeezing Peter's clothed cock, coaxing all the prettiest sounds out of him.

Peter's breathing got even heavier, lashes fluttering, so Tony finally slipped his hand into the panties. He collected the precum that had collected at the tip and used it to stroke the boy's cock, pace fast and unrelenting.

With another twist of his wrist, he drove Peter over the edge, drawing a carnal sound right from his chest. The ropes of cum dirtied the lingerie and Tony's hand, but he couldn't care less, milking the boy's climax for all it was worth, soaking up all the delicious sounds, whispering praise into Peter's ear.

He only let go when the boy whimpered from the overstimulation. The heavy breathing calmed and Tony helped Peter stand up straight again.

"Those handcuffs are tight," The boy complained.

Tony shook his head disapprovingly. "You're still coming to the station with me."

"I—what?" Peter turned around, looking appalled.

"You heard me. Don't think I forgot what you planned. Let's get you cleaned up."

Tony led Peter to the spacious bathroom. He wiped the cum off of both of them, ignoring his own aching hard cock.

"But—why?"

Tony clicked his tongue. "Would you really call this a punishment for what you did?"

The boy stayed silent.

"Exactly."

---

— Tony had thought that after that night, Peter would be satisfied and go after normal rich kid hobbies, like golfing or gambling.

But four weeks later, after the dreams of Peter's scrunched-up, blissed-out face slowly started fading, he got a call.

Vandalism. Manhattan. Bellfort's factory walls.

And Peter Parker crying in their questioning room.

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hi! part 2 is finally up, i hope it lives up to expectations ;;. i had so much fun while writing this, their dynamic is just drool-worthy oh god. i’ll probably make a third part to explore this whole thing a little more !! tell me what you think.

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