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icallhimjoey · 1 year

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idk why but I think it would be funny reader stuck in the elevator with joe and reader freaking out bc the elevator stopped while joe is all soft and trying to calm her down

YES excellent – i merged this idea with another request from anon who asked for a story that starts on the tube, so, here we go... a new five-part series! here's part one! thanks for the request, you're well sexy and the best, love ya for life xo Wordcount: 2.6K

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Between Floors and Feelings

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

“Rough night?”

You knew what this looked like.

You understood why the person who you'd sat down next to immediately got up and moved a few seats down. Why they avoided the drama of it all.

You understood why the lady opposite you stared at the floor and nothing but the floor, pretending that she hadn't seen you, probably because that would just be easiest for everyone involved, the politest thing to do.

You understood why the handsome stranger at the end of the carriage kept looking over, his big round eyes overflowing with pity for the runaway bride in the dirty dress, mascara stains all down her face and her hair a tangled up mess.

You got it.

You probably would’ve felt the same had you witnessed a girl in a wedding dress sit down in an empty seat, sort of dazed and empty-looking, numb to the stares and whispers – if people even whispered at all; the tube was notoriously quiet, always and forever.

“Rough night?” a boy from a group of four, maybe five, called over, and the rest of them all tried to hide their laughs.

Badly.

It was obvious they’d been drinking and you guessed they were on their way to the next party. Off to find another bar or a club that still let people in after the last tube had gone.

You made direct eye-contact with the kid, and you looked exhausted the way people can only look exhausted after they’ve cried for a good while.

Made sense, since, you know, you’d cried for a good while.

You just looked at this boy, who thought maybe he’d get a reaction out of you, but your lack of expression and unwavering stare quickly made him grow uncomfortable. Made his buddies shove his shoulders as they told him to leave her alone man, suddenly all respectful and well-mannered.

They felt the vibe. None of this was fucking funny.

It was enough to get him to back off, and thank fuck they all got off at Leicester Square – of course they did – and when the doors closed again, you noticed the carriage was mostly empty now.

A glance sideways told you the handsome stranger who’d been sneaking looks at you was still there.

Watching you.

What an outfit to be seen in by someone who had looks that would usually make you sit up a little straighter. Would make you faff with your hair a bit. Would make you stick your chin out and push your shoulders back, just in case he looked at you again.

You absolutely didn’t give a single shit about it now.

Couldn't care less about what you currently looked like.

You knew your face was a mess of streaky foundation with black mascara marks all the way down to your chin and, fuck it, you weren’t even planning on washing it off tonight. You’d wallow in bed and probably would cry some more before you’d fall asleep.

Tomorrow could be the day on which you’d care.

Maybe.

Right now all you’d wanted to do was murder someone, then sleep, and also, empty the rest of your bladder.

Perhaps that was the only thing about tonight that brought you secret joy; the memory of squatting over your boss’s handbag to piss right into it. You had to stop in a scurry when you heard footsteps coming up the stairs and didn’t want to be caught, but, if you had been, ultimately, it wouldn't have mattered.

You had resigned with immediate effect when you'd seen them.

Finding her unguarded handbag on your way out was exactly what she fucking deserved. You knew you'd probably regret it later, but for right now, it was all you fucking had.

The train stopped at Covent Garden, and it took a second for your body to get up to get out. Like the signals your eyes and ears picked up took longer to travel to the right parts of your brain, that then following signals took longer to travel from your brain to the right parts of your body.

You had to lift up your skirt, two fists grabbing at the tulle, to make sure your feet didn't get caught up as you stepped onto the platform.

With the increasingly annoying See It, Say It, Sorted repeating itself for the millionth time within the fourteen minutes you'd been on the tube, the doors beeped behind you before you heard them roll shut.

The platform felt empty, just a couple other people making their way towards the exit, and with your zest for life currently non-existent, the sensation of the wind from the tube leaving felt nice. So, you took a second, just stood there and thought to yourself how long it would take for it to become weird that you weren't moving.

There were just too many things to freak out over, far too much to completely overwhelm you, but it was almost like none of it was real. As if every single survival mechanism your body held within itself had switched on. They all made sure that the only thing you had going inside your brain was a low, constant hum. Nothing else.

It was almost like you weren't even there.

Like the whole evening had been a dream.

Like you didn't even really exist in this moment right now.

Yea. You were definitely dissociating.

You felt like a ghost a little.

One that had to pee, still. That motivated you enough to turn your head, tired heavy-lidded eyes reading the signs to follow them out.

Exit. To the lifts and stairs.

You were nearly home.

Home, where you were definitely 100 per cent going to beeline it straight from your front door right into bed.

Just that thought alone brought you back into yourself a little more, but it was just so you could tear up again. You felt the hot pinpricks behind your eyes and quickly shoved yourself out again.

No more crying, please.

You could just... float down the underground tunnels behind yourself. Follow your own footsteps out of the station. You knew were you lived. You would find yourself there later.

It was fine.

It was after the last theater rush, so for Covent Garden standards, it felt eerily quiet. Not that you were complaining. Waiting for the lifts whilst crushed between a bunch of tourists was the last thing you wanted right now.

But stepping into an empty lift with just one other person stepping in behind you, seeing just a few people step out on the other side, felt weird too.

Especially when you looked, and you saw that the one other person was the handsome stranger from your carriage. He'd apparently gotten off too, and suddenly, you felt embarrassed.

You were wearing a dirty wedding dress. Had black marks all over your face, all over your hands.

He looked fucking stunning. All prim and proper. Vintage-looking tweed green suit. Olive-y green. Gorgeous and well put together, the literal exact opposite from you in your current state. Like, sure, his curls were a little messy, but it seemed part of his look.

As the lift doors closed behind you, the stranger gave you a polite nod accompanied by a tight lipped smile. And you would have returned it, would've made it a kind, well-mannered exchange of acknowledgement, but, you weren't really inside of your body, remember?

All you did was look at him a second, face all blank, and you only slightly noticed that the empathy in his eyes doubled right in front of you before you turned away. You turned and slumped against the side, head resting back, eyes scanning the ads but not really reading anything, and you wondered if these lifts ever got cleaned. If someone ever took a rag and some cleaning solution and wiped down all the panels. By the look of things, probably not.

What if that was your job?

Clean the Covent Garden tube station lifts every day. There were four of them, and you imagined they all could use a good scrub.

You honestly wouldn't mind a job like it. You needed a new job anyway, 't was close to home and you liked the sense of accomplishment cleaning something incredibly dirty gave you. Where you could really see the difference.

You were doing a stellar job at distracting yourself from the current situation you were in. Made sure to stay all the way out of your body. Made sure that this veil that separated you from the real world, that blurred the boundaries between what was real and what was not, made sure that it stayed in place.

You were so close to home.

Wanted to be there right this second.

Fuck, you were so tired.

Maybe your new job could be figuring out this whole teleportation thing. See if you could make that work for yourself.

You didn't realise that your eyes were staring at the man who stood near where the doors were meant to open when you reached ground floor. Just, comfortably locked at the shoulder seam of his jacket.

Even when he turned his head a little for a quick look before he took a small sip from a half empty water bottle, surely because he could sense your two bulging wet eyeballs burn into his back, you didn't move your eyes.

Felt too nice to keep them there.

But then, without warning, there was a sudden jolt. It shocked you right back into your body and you couldn't help the small gasp that escaped you. The lift had come to an abrupt halt, and the lights flickered for a moment before they settled into a dim glow.

Oh no.

“Oh no,” the barely audible sound of your voice surprised you. Your throat still felt thick from crying, and hearing it out loud just reminded you of it more.

“Is it stuck?”

For a second, you thought that maybe, you were wrong.

You made a mistake.

Clearly you weren't really with it right now, so you didn't really trust your senses currently. You didn't really know what was real and what wasn't and found it difficult to differentiate.

But then the guy who was in there with you looked around, and then lowered his head. By the way his eyes moved, you could tell he was trying to listen for something.

“Are we stuck?” you tried again, and his eyes shot up to look at you.

No answer.

Fuck.

A mix of emotions washed over you; disbelief, annoyance, a new good dose of self-pity along with a strong healthy pang of sheer panic.

Cute.

It was kind of exactly how you felt about an hour ago.

If only there was a handbag of someone you really hated to piss into to elevate the situation a little. It helped a lot before.

“I think we're stuck.”

That was exactly the wrong thing to hear and it immediately threw you for a loop.

A panic attack.

The whole ordeal.

Your heart quickened its pace, an unsettling sensation tightened your whole chest and your breathing picked up, became all shallow at a rapid rate. Before you knew it, the box you were now trapped in felt like it was shrinking around you and suddenly you were in a place of imminent danger.

You were inside a mortal trap, a tragedy waiting to happen.

You had to sit down.

But your knees were locked.

You didn't know if the moisture you felt on your face were tears or sweat.

Oh man, it was hot in there. Did this guy feel hot in there too? Jesus Christ, why were wedding gowns so fucking restricting?

You saw how the emergency button was pressed, just once. Sensible. And then this guy waited patiently as he listened to static coming from the little intercom below it.

Well, fuck that.

In your panic you kind of threw yourself at this emergency button and with frantic hands and shaking fingers, you pressed it over and over and over, until two big hands took hold of you and guided your arms down.

“It's OK, don't worry. Help will come,”

Those words meant nothing to you, no matter how kindly they were said.

“Hello?!” you shouted like anyone would hear you, eyes big and darting, and you scanned the rest of the lift for more buttons.

Your phone!

Of course.

You fished your phone out, panicked movements making you nearly drop it.

No service.

Why?!

“Hey, breathe,” the far-too-good-looking-for-his-own-good stranger tried, but you had already slung both arms over your head and got the jitters in your legs, desperately needing to move and so you started pacing.

Two small steps towards the back, two small steps back to where this guy was stood.

“This is just perfect, what the fuck, this is just–” the loud and sudden sob that escaped you made you slap a hand over your mouth.

“Calm down, we're safe, you need to–” he huffed a humourless laugh through his nostrils, all obvious nerves and tense uncomfortability. “You need to breathe,”

And he was right. You did need to breathe. You started feeling light-headed a little, felt your cheeks start to tingle, so you covered your face with both hands and squatted down, making the tulle skirt of your dress take up half the floorspace.

He joined you down there and held out his opened water bottle to you.

“Do you need some water?”

You didn't move your hands as you shook your head no.

“Okay, let me try that again. My name's Joe, I think you're having an anxiety attack, and I think you need some water. Here, have some water,”

“I don't want water.”

It was definitely sweat and tears. You felt clammy and cold but somehow uncomfortably hot at the same time.

“Breathe in, hey,” a finger got snapped in front of your face several times. That didn't do shit. “You're just breathing out, you've got to let air in too.”

And just for a second, the smallest fraction of a teeny tiny moment, everything suddenly cleared up in your mind. Comfort and ease took over and you felt... well, nothing.

Felt like drifting.

You felt everything flush down your body, all the way from your face right into your toes until it was all gone.

Just for a mere second, though.

“I'm fine,” you croaked before everything went slack. You lost your balance, your eyes rolled back and just like that, everything went dark.

“Oh, shit, oh shit,” Joe muttered, moving forward from sitting on his haunches to pressing his knees into the fabric of your dress as he tried to reach for you in a flash.

He got you by the arm, his open water bottle terribly in the way, and his other hand managed to reach around your neck. He got to slowly lower you down, ease you towards the floor entirely unsure of what to do next.

What did he need to do next?!

He was trapped in a tube station lift, on a stop he didn't even need to get out of, with an unconscious runaway bride who'd quite clearly was having the absolutely worst day of her life ever.

What the fuck was he going to do?

Then, behind him, from the corner of the elevator, the intercom static picked up again and was followed by a crackly voice.

“Emergency services, how can we assist you?”

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sunny-mercya · 7 months

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Runaway Love

Roronoa Zoro x Male Reader | Unreciprocated! Sanji x Male Reader

Fandom -> One Piece

Requested by -> @heehoe

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Zoro watches you from his hanging position, how you sat on the ground—near him as you stubbornly didn't want to leave his side, no matter how many threats and rough treatments you gotten from the Marines—starring into the distance with an dazed and sleepy expression. He knows that look, you doing this sometimes when being low on sugar, reminiscing in a past you wished sometimes to be different.

Just five more days, Zoro tells himself and then he would be let free and you two could row off to whatever Island lays ahead next. Just five more days without food and water—Zoro could manage this, but he was more worried about you and even though impressed, proud a little even, how long you lasted without the humane necessity, it also worries him as the last time you went this long without food—or more precisely sugar—you were on the brink of a drop like stroke.

Arranged marriages were a common occurrence in yours and other wealthy families. Most, if not all, of your siblings had been married off to other Men and Women and sometimes even both—genders never matters in those political and social affairs of wealth and fame.

Some of your siblings had found their love in it and some of them just lived through it—as family reputations come always first.

With you being the youngest and last in your family, your mother—a sinister cunning woman—had planned your wedding and marriage partner—a hard chose between the Charlotte and Vinsmoke family—on the day you're born.

At the age of 5 you had meet your soon-to-be spouse—Sanji Vinsmoke—and you two had formed instantly a bond. A friendship and thinking back on it, you could say Sanji was/had been your first love.

Throughout the four months of naïve childlike bliss and living in the Germa Kingdom, with two of your older Siblings, Sanji and you were smitten in each other's company. Him baking you, his ever firsts and a bit too salty, cakes and you being you—fumbly doing the things which you were taught in order to impress Sanji just a little bit.

Just two children being children.

And when Sanji had been gone one day—at first you were told was away to learn proper etiquettes, till he had actually vanished—your own misery had begun.

~~~

You woke from your dazing dozing. Blinking owlish you looked into the face of a smiling—more like grinning brightly full of energy and optimism—stranger.

Black curls bouncing from underneath his strawhat and framing his slight chubby cheeks.

«Zoro! He's awake! Awake!» the stranger proclaimed excitedly loudly, poking the tip of your nose and grabbing your cheeks, pulling at them.

You squinted your eyes at him. Lips twitching into a frown. You couldn't remember much, besides waiting next to Zoro till his punishment trial had ended, but you surely would remember a face like his.

«Oi oi! Give him some space Luffy and don't go screaming again.»

Zoro pulls Luffy off from you, handing you a glass of Honey-water—just warm water with honey in it—urging you to drink it and ignoring your grimace of distaste.

Taking a seat of his own next to you again and taking a sip from his beer, Zoro still needs to think of a way to convince Luffy—now his Captain which he had sworn loyalty and devotion till death—to take you in the crew too.

Zoro wasn't a man to break a promise, but he also wouldn't leave you alone. So either he finds a way of agreement or he had to cut something off.

« I will be your first mate if [Name]'s joining too.»

In confusion you turned to Zoro. Have you missed out that much while being in your low-sugar daze? It seems like it apparently.

«What can he do?» the question was more direct at you than Zoro.

Your mind goes blank, starring down at your glas. What can you do? A good question which you had asked yourself more than once.

You knew the basic of Swordsmanship, carrying even one with you, thank to Zoro. You know how to defend yourself in a fight, but still you weren't quite sure what exactly you can do or what you're good at. What your qualification is to be deemed part of a crew.

«Uhm, I'm a dancer?» you mumbled out, more question itself than answer.

«Just a dancer?»

«Yes. Just a dancer.»

Luffy smiled at you and somehow you knew this was his approval.

~~~

Knowing that you are together with Zoro—who's moronic, sword and violence obsessed and has non sense of direction—in love even, did stirred something in Sanji—something of low bubbling and emotional anger. Jealousy even.

Back then, when you and the others had stepped into the Barite, Sanji had recognised you on first glance—he simply never couldn't forget the person he had been supposed to marry, the person who had been, even if it was for a short time, his first friend.

Though while he remembers you, you didn't—greeting and treating him politely like you would with a stranger. So—after his joining to the crew and after helping Nami—he chatted you up, ignoring the always scrutinising gaze of Zoro and started to befriend you (again). Which had been a success.

Since they are currently docking at Water Seven, which means a longer stay as good old Flying-Lamb had to undergo some massive maintenance and repairs—which she needed and deserved, because Lammy had been carrying them through this route of rough sea.

A longer stay also means, Sanji could try to win your affection, to whoop you into his arms and love.

Now, don't get him wrong, Sanji does still love Women's—all of them as they are all beauties and to be treated with chivalry love and affection—but you're technically, in a sense, his. You belong to him, you two were meant to be married—if of course, Sanji hadn't fleet from his birth-home back then, though he had reason for it.

Sanji knew how to, probably—a chance of fifty percent—bring your heart back to him. One of his ever first "cakes", it was more of an messy almost soupy pudding, which he had baked for you. Albeit a bit salty, you said you liked the taste and since you had an problem with sugar—neither too much nor too little would be good for you—a nice sugary salt mix, with a hint of (f. flavour) was exactly what's to be needed for a successful heart winning.

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The blinding rays of the sun now being blocked off by your back, causing a shadow. Tall as you were, which was quite the height and Luffy—you silly precious Captain—liked to climb on your back or shoulders and misusing you as a lookout pole, you loomed over Zoro.

«What is it?» he didn't open his eyes, grumbling the words out, making his point clear that you were interrupting his sleep—more like constant naps.

«You said you're going with me into the City and look for some weapons which could be, make me, useful» you said, crouching down now.

Zoro mured something, in an instant grabbing your arms and pulling you against him, in his lap. You were sure you will get some bad neck cramps again.

«If I get cramps in my neck and back again, you're the one who's gonna massage them out,»

«Stop with your nonsense bullshit of not being useful. You are.»

You huffed at what he said, scrunching up your nose and furrowing your eyebrow in a disbelieving grimace.

Easy talk from your boyfriend there, who is an excellent swordsman and compared to you, you were a lousy nothing—who shouldn't be in a Crew, this Crew, at all as you didn't have any worthy qualifications or knowledge or experience.

You felt more than often out of place. Course you could hold your own in a fight, could defend yourself and others, but when it comes to terms of; Navigating, medical or general knowledge, cooking and craftsmanship—you're a very useless nobody.

So you thought, doing it often—the thinking—that if you find perhaps a weapon you would feel more confident with the right of staying.

You asked Zoro to accompany you on your little shopping trip and he said yes, but here you were—in your Boyfriends arms, because he deemed naps more important.

«You promised me, we're going. Zoro, I really want to be more of use and so finding a good weapon is good start, isn't it?»

«I know what I said, but I also told many times before.»

And he did told you. Years of being together, it was like a constant repeat of the same words. Zoro was right, your brain just doesn't register it at all, seeding more doubt than—what did the others once told you? Aah yes—self-love.

A mere and simple dancer is what you are. Nothing more and nothing less. Just a dancer. No use in a pirate crew, because what could a dancer do? Nothing.

«Ya know, since ya so damn pessimistic, I'm just gonna give ya your present now.» Zoro moves you asides from his lap, standing up and going into the mans quarters.

It wasn't long till Zoro returned, an object warped with cloths in his hands. Zoro sits down again, handing you the so called present.

You gave him a curious look, presents weren't a common thing in your relationship—sure, a bottle of quality Sake for Zoro and for you a bag of mixed (f. Candy) every now and then, when you two want to appreciate one another, but never presents—not even on your anniversary.

You opened it slowly, unwrapping it from the bandana—it wasn't a cloth like you assumed—which had the colour of (f.colour) and matches, colour wise, with Zoro's green bandana.

A Fan, beautiful design on it and with razor sharp blades it was.

It makes sense now, whenever Zoro told you; that even a mere dancer can be a strong fighter.

~~~

Around afternoon Sanji had returned back to ship. Walking just a tad faster, couldn't wait to be back in his kitchen—his little empire—and making you the salty cake.

Sanji would make it grand, decorating it with some sugar sweets.......and oh.

Stopping in his tracks, Sanji glanced over at you and Zoro. The two of you napping against the railing and even though you're the tallest, you're the one which laid in Zoro's arms. Looking at peace, so tranquility like.

Sanji pretends to never have seen the matching Bandanas you two wore now.

Sanji should have known better, shouldn't have made himself such delusional hopes.

Because Sanji was just a friend and Zoro your love which your heart desires.

Truly delusional. A fool.

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7ndipity · 9 months

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Run away

Jin x Reader

Summary: Just a little thing about you and Jin spending a lazy day together.

Warnings: not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! This was slightly inspired by the song Runaway(korean ver.) by Eric Nam, cause it's been stuck in my head all week.

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The sun was just beginning to peek through the curtains, shining just enough in your face to stir you awake, making you groan into the pillows.

Fighting against consciousness, you felt a familiar weight pressing against your back as Jin rolled over, draping himself across you.

"Jagi? You awake?" He mumbled against your neck.

"No." You grumbled, burrowing further into the blankets.

"Then how are you talking to me?" He asked.

"I sleeptalk."

"Since when?" He chuckled.

"Since now." You said, trying to squirm away as he prodded your sides, but failing.

Days like this were you favorite, neither of you had work or any obligations, able to just do as you wished.

"What do you wanna do today?" He asked, after a minute, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"I don't care, I just want to be away from people." You responded. Life had been far too loud and hectic lately, all you wanted right now was to be still for a bit.

He started to roll away from you, making you pop your head up to look at him properly for the first time that morning, hair a mess and rumpled pajamas.

"Where're you going?" You asked, pouting at the sudden absence of his warmth.

"You said you wanted to be away from people." He said, but you gripped onto his shirt.

"I didn't mean you." You said. "You can stay."

"Oh, good!" He said, promptly falling back on top of you, making you squeal as he nearly crushed you beneath him.

"Jinnie! I can't breathe!" You laughed.

"Agh, breathing's overrated." He teased, wrapping himself around you and peppering kisses across your face.

"Ok fine! You win!" You whined, trying to catch you breath. "What do you want to do, then?"

"Mmm," he thought for a moment. "I want food."

You groaned. "Fine."

Reluctantly, you got up, trailing after him to the kitchen, before ultimately deciding that ordering takeout would be easier than cooking.

You piled up together on the couch, watching TV as you waited on the food to arrive. You'd nearly dozed off again against his shoulder, when he suddenly spoke.

"We should go to the beach." He said, shaking you out of your daze.

"Huh?"

"I mean, we can go the mountains, if you'd prefer, but I think the beach would be more fun." He rambled. "We could collect sea shells, go swimming-"

"I can't swim-" You interjected.

"-Go wading." He corrected, without missing a beat. "We could even rent one of those little camper vans, so we could stay right by the shore."

"Where's this coming from?" You asked.

"I was just thinking, if you need away from everyone, like you said this morning, maybe we could run away together, just for a little bit." He said softly, looking down at you.

"You'd run away with me?" You asked.

He nodded. "I'd do anything if made you happy."

"Anything?" You raised a brow at him, earning an eye roll in return.

"Anything within legal limitations, don't get carried away now." He clarified, making you giggle. "Go back to sleep."

"M'kay." You said, resting your head back against his chest. "Love you, Jinnie."

"Love you too, bub."

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hlficlibrary · 5 months

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✤ New Year's Eve Fics ✤

A series of posts with the top five fics of each category by kudos plus five more hidden gems from that category! Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find our other recs here.

- Top 5 H/L Fics -

1️⃣ You’ve Got My Devotion (Hate You Sometimes) by lucythegoosey / @harryrainbows {E, 95k}

Harry was in the biggest boy band in the world. He was also one half of the best (or worst, depends on who you ask) kept secret relationship in the music industry.

Now, almost five years on, after One Direction has broken up, and Harry and Louis' relationship has as well, a video threatens to put everything at risk.

One determined Irishman, a massive publicity stunt and two begrudging exes are all it takes to bring One Direction back to life and maybe, just maybe, Harry and Louis' mangled love life too.

Or: Harry and Louis are forced to fake-date after an old video from when they were dating emerges.

2️⃣ baby we could be enough (i'll make this feel like home) by orphan_account {M. 52k}

“Did you clean the table?” Harry asks Louis once Rose is done speaking, now occupied with trying to see if she can reach over and touch Harry’s hair from where she’s sat. At Louis’ nod, Harry frowns. “You didn’t have to do that. You’re my guests here, I could’ve dealt with it later.”

Louis just smiles easily, though, adjusting Rose on his lap so that she’s facing Harry better. She manages to tug on a loose wave of hair, and she makes a noise of triumph that both Louis and Harry smile at.

“I don’t mind,” Louis murmurs to Harry, even though he’s looking at Rose. “This one here seemed very excited to talk to you.”

And, okay. Harry can’t help but think of how domestic this feels, all of a sudden.

[harry is a photographer who's trying to find his place. louis is a single father with a smile that feels like home.]

3️⃣ Can’t Hide It, You Might As Well Embrace It by supernope {E, 67k}

Together since they were teenagers, Harry and Louis are professors at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They may also secretly be married.

4️⃣ And Touch Me Like You Never by runaway_train / @runaway-train-works {E, 35k}

“Lets move back a bit yeah?” Harry clutches at his waist with a free hand and tugs him to move through the crowd until they are almost at the back of the group and settles them both beside the far wall. “There. That better?”

Louis looks up at him, as if he’s a tad dazed. “Uh, yeah, thanks. Can’t really see much from back here either though.”

Harry lifts a shoulder and grins at him, placing a hand on the wall behind Louis to pen him in. “We’ll just have to create our own fireworks then, won’t we?” He says it jokingly with a wink, and Louis laughs but he seems nervous. He must know that Harry is harmlessly flirting. Harry flirts with everyone after all, including Louis.

“Do you think this is a good idea Haz?” Louis asks quietly, almost too quietly in the clamour of the room, his head bowed as he scuffs his shoe on the carpet.

“Stop over thinking it Lou, it’s one kiss. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Or The one where Harry and Louis agree to be each other's New Year's kiss and it ends up being a lot more than they bargained for.

5️⃣ six feet beneath the moon by @starseas {NR, 25k}

AU. takes place over one night. harry and louis meet at a going away party.

HIDDEN GEMS:

💎 like cranberries on a winter evening by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou {G, 57k}

Louis hates Christmas. With good reason, too. And no, he doesn’t want to talk about it.

When research for his next novel leads Louis to the website of a quirky little hotel in Northumberland, there is exactly one room available for the two weeks that Louis really wants to get away from his family.

Will the fairy lights, kind smiles, homemade pastries, and genuine friendships awaiting him in Harry Styles’ hotel be enough to cause Louis a change of heart?

💎 Never Walk Away (A Man Can Be Kind) by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove {T, 8k}

Louis and Harry have recently ended their three year relationship. But maybe a little holiday magic can bring them back together.

“I don’t know why you’re so nice to that louse,” Oli says as the taxi pulls away from the curb.Louis glances back through the window. Harry is still standing on the sidewalk, hands in his pockets, watching them go. “He’s not a louse,” he says absently.“He hurt you.”“I hurt him,” Louis replies. “And he didn’t mean to. It was inevitable. It’s not his fault. It is what it is.”Oli is silent for a long moment. At last, he sighs. “Someday you’re going to have to stop being afraid.”

💎 Rapture by @allwaswell16 {E, 3k}

It was New Year's Eve in Victorian London, and a lonely vampire could no longer resist the stunning lamplighter he watched night after night.

Or, a vampire Harry fic because what says the holidays like Victorian vampires?

💎 so c'mon c'mon (and dance with me baby) by theweightofmywords / @lil0 {NR, 3k}

Determinedly, he rushes back to where the DJ’s loud music can drown out his loud and racing thoughts, where there is free champagne, and where there is a kind man, hopefully, still waiting for him.

His chest unfurls with relief as he spots Harry, now with a martini in hand. He is standing steadfastly at their cocktail table, and Louis feels an odd sort of kinship when he sees his new friend. Harry straightens up as he sees Louis approaching.

“Did you find-”

“Let’s dance,” Louis cuts him off. Thankfully, Harry doesn’t ask questions.

Louis and Harry meet at a corporate holiday party, drink copious amounts of champagne, dance like fools, steal rich people's food, and possibly, just maybe, fall in love.

💎 Know What You Need by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense {E, 3k}

Harry always thinks he knows what he needs, but Louis knows better.

#ficrec #newyearseve #hlcreators #hljournal #trackinghappily #1dficvillage #nonsensedarling #theweightofmywords #allwaswell16 #livelaughlovelarry #supernope #4ureyesonly28 #starseas #runawaytrain #lucythegoosey

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People Are Strange | Billy Hargrove x The Lost Boys x reader Part One

Tags: @smenny @oceansrose2002 @elegantplaidpsychicsludge-blog @henhouse-horrors

(This is set in like 1985, so pre-Michael for the boys)

Part Two

Warnings: mentions of abuse, homophobia, f slur

Finally.

Billy Hargrove was back in California.

It had been a long ass fucking drive, but he had done it, all by himself. He was free now, free of Susan, free of Neil, free of Hawkins, Indiana and every stupid shithead in that poor excuse for a town.

He had made it.

He was broke. He needed a bite to eat. But he had made it, all the way to the beach, even, and that was good enough for him. Now, his father wasn’t around to tell him what he could and couldn’t do, or call him a pussy, or beat the shit out of him. Now, there was no stupid shitty mindflayer or whatever they called it to possess him and then rip his guts out. Now, Billy was in charge of himself, and he was about to exercise that freedom to the fullest extent by getting shitfaced every night if he wanted to.

And he had picked the perfect town for it.

Back when he lived in California, the first time, he had never visited Santa Carla. It was further north than the suburb he grew up in, but he had heard plenty about it and its nasty reputation.

Murder capital of the world.

He figured he could handle that, after everything that had happened back in Hawkins. All Santa Carla had were gangs, and that was nothing compared to the monster that had torn through his mind back in Indiana.

Despite the nickname, it was a cute place. It was a picturesque tourist town situated right on Monterey Bay, with an amusement park out on the pier, a boardwalk full of shops, and a never ending stream of vagrants and runaways always coming and going. Billy didn’t really consider himself among their ranks, but he had a feeling that he would fit right in.

He hadn’t realized exactly how well, though.

The Camaro rumbled as he cruised through town, looking for a spot to get some food and maybe a shitty motel for the night. He wasn’t above sleeping in his car, but he had just done that the entire drive over, and he could really, really go for a real bed.

Food first, though.

He ended up at a diner, the sort of place where he could get a booth to himself and eat a greasy burger in peace. On the drive in, he had seen all sorts of weirdos—burn outs, punks, starving kids digging through the trash—and as fascinating as it all was, he was too exhausted from his journey to want to be surrounded by people just yet.

The diner was slow, the lunch rush having already passed. There were a few people sitting at the counter and a few more in booths, but it was quiet. Billy was enjoying the sound of the radio when someone approached him, and he glanced up to see a waitress standing there with a coffee pot in her hand. She was tired, nearly tripping over herself as she refilled his mug, and as she stood there and zoned out for a moment like a total fucking weirdo, he got the chance to check her out.

To check you out.

“H-Hey, sorry,” you said, sounding dazed.

“Long night?” The handsome guy in front of you asked, flashing you a smile that rivaled even Paul’s most heart-melting grins.

You were so deliriously tired that for a moment, you thought he was one of your boys. In your defense, he totally looked the part, with a curly, dirty blond mullet, a leather jacket, and an earring dangling from one ear. “…what are you doing out at this hour?”

He stared at you. “Excuse me?”

“Oh! Oh god, I’m sorry,” you snapped to attention again, but the bags under your eyes told him that it was just a matter of time before you full on collapsed onto the floor. “I’m not…used to being up during the day…working, I mean! Not used to working, not really…”

“You a night shift kinda person?” The guy asked, taking another bite of his burger.

“Yeah.” You swayed on your feet. “A night person.”

God, you wanted to go lay down. You were so fucking out of it. Being a half vampire was absolute ass, and over the past week, things had only gotten worse. You knew you had gotten yourself into this mess by insisting that you give the diner your full two weeks before you let David take you out to fully turn you, but Jesus Christ this sucked.

Heh.

Sucked.

“Can I, uh…can I get you anything else?” You asked, desperately trying to focus on him. He was cute, you decided, and you really, really wished you weren’t moments away from passing out so that you could appreciate him fully.

He eyed the way your hands were shaking. “…I’m alright, doll.”

“Wow,” you breathed. He sounded just like David with that pet name.

And then you drifted off, and Billy was left staring after you. Santa Carla was a weird place, indeed. A weird place with even weirder waitresses. Hot ones, but weird ones.

He left money on the table and bounced, moving on to the next item on his to do list: finding a place to spend the night. He had…not that much money left, having only stolen what he could out of Neil’s wallet before he ran, but it bought him a week in a semi-decent motel close to the beach, and that was good enough for him.

It wasn’t the Ritz, but it was a testament to his newfound freedom, and to Billy, that was worth way more than a room with a view. He took the opportunity to collapse onto his bed, sleeping the rest of the day away, recharging so that he could go and make Santa Carla his come nightfall.

——————-

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself,” David growled at you.

“I’m f….” Your head lolled as you dozed off mid sentence.

David rolled his eyes and grabbed your chin, jerking your head up.

“Fine!” You finished quickly, eyes wide open. “I’m fine. See? I’m fine.”

“You absolutely are not.”

“Just one more week at work, and then you can take me out hunting. Promise.”

“You’re really testing my patience here, doll.”

Doll…hadn’t somebody else called you that earlier? Yeah, somebody at the diner…somebody super cute. Handsome, even. Shit. You shoulda gotten his number or something. You already had four boyfriends, what’s one more? David would probably try to eat him, but that could be worked around—

“Hey!” David snapped his fingers in front of your face as you zoned out again. “That’s it. Dwayne, take her back home to sleep—“

“No!” You protested. “No. I’m fine. I can hang out tonight.”

Dwayne gave you a skeptical look. “You sure about that?”

“Yes I am.”

He narrowed his eyes, watching you for a moment before shaking his head. “You’re too much for your own good sometimes.”

You managed a tired grin. Now that night had finally fallen, you had more energy, and seeing the boys come to pick you up from work had perked you up a little bit. You were still dead on your feet, but you felt a lot less zombie-like than you had during the day. Seeing all four of your boyfriends there filled you with anticipation for the endless mischief the night could hold, and as your grin widened, you couldn’t wait. No matter how tired you were, you wouldn’t miss hanging out with them for the world.

And it really was sweet of them to come meet you outside the diner, after all.

“See? She’s fine!” Paul said, slinging an arm over your shoulders and nipping at your jaw. He was buzzing with energy, as if he was determined to somehow transfer some of it to keep you awake all night. “‘Sides, you won’t be havin’ this problem soon…”

Marko appeared on your other side, licking his lips in anticipation. “Baby, I cannot wait to watch you dig in for the first time…”

“We know, Marko,” Paul rolled his eyes as he pulled a joint out of his pocket. “It’s all you’ve been thinkin’ about for the past week.”

“I can’t help it!” Marko whined, bumping his head against yours. “It’s gonna be so fuckin’ hot…”

“Gotta pick someone first,” David cut in. “Got anybody in mind yet, sweetheart?”

“Not really…” you sighed.

“You’re supposed to be keeping an eye out.”

“I know…”

“Otherwise I’ll choose for you.”

“I know!” You insisted.

“You really haven’t seen anybody interesting?” Marko asked skeptically.

You knew he was even more eager for you to turn than David was. For Marko, though, you suspected that it was more about watching you tear people apart and less about the power trip of helping his girlfriend become an undead creature of the night.

To each their own, though.

“I mean…there was a guy at work today…” you chewed at your bottom lip.

David immediately stiffened. “A guy?”

“Yeah, but I don’t really wanna…you know.”

“Well…what kinda guy?” Paul asked, taking a hit before passing his joint to Marko.

“A, uh…handsome one…”

David’s nostrils flared angrily. “Handsome?”

“David, you can’t get mad at me for making an observation,” you began, folding your arms over your chest as you glared at him. “You guys always wanna know if I spot anybody interesting, when I work as a waitress in the weirdest town on the west coast. I see interesting people all day, and today, I waited on a guy who looked and talked so much like you I thought he was—“

“You point him out if you see him,” David growled. “So I can rip him in half.”

Marko let out a loud laugh and you just rolled your eyes. “You’re so tough, David.”

“Fine.” He sneered. “You can do it, then.”

“What? Me?” You groaned. “It isn’t time yet! I told you, I wanna wait another week—“

“Then you better hope we don’t spot him tonight, huh?” David pulled the cigarette out from behind his ear and lit it. “For his sake.”

“God, why are you being such a dick tonight?” You grumbled as the five of you set off towards the pier.

“He’s just in a mood now because you said another guy was handsome,” Paul snickered, exhaling a puff of smoke into your face.

“You know it hurts his ego,” Marko said with a pointed sneer towards David.

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth before I shut it for you,” David growled.

“What was he like?” Dwayne finally spoke up.

“Who?” You asked, playing dumb.

“The guy.”

“Oh.” You thought for a moment, trying to recall your afternoon. “He got a burger and coffee. No tomatoes. Extra pickle.”

“That’s fascinating, doll.” David rolled his eyes.

“And he called me doll,” you said haughtily, glaring at him.

You watched him falter as he inhaled on his cigarette. “He what?”

“Mmhm. And it sounded nice.” You stuck your nose in the air and marched away, slipping out from under Paul’s arm to walk on your own.

The boys glanced at each other. David was fuming, nose scrunched in disgust as he imagined another guy calling you his pet name. Whoever he was, he had a fucking death wish.

“Chill out, boss man,” Paul said, clapping a hand on David’s shoulder.

“Paul.” David growled. “If you wanna keep your fingers, I suggest you keep your hands to yourself.”

“Well I suggest you go talk to her,” Marko snapped as he watched you strut away. “We’ll catch a bite on our own. You better go smooth things over, Casanova.”

“What?” David asked incredulously. “I didn’t do anyth—“

“He’s right,” Dwayne nodded.

“The hell are you talkin’ about?” David snarled.

Dwayne was never phased by his outbursts, though, and only looked at him calmly. “Go apologize. We’ll hunt solo tonight.”

“Yeah, and if you’re lucky we’ll bring you some takeout,” Paul cackled, elbowing David as the three of them walked past.

He just glared after them.

“Hey, baby!” Paul greeted when he caught up to you, grabbing your hand and spinning you into his chest. He plopped a messy kiss on your lips and he tasted like blood and weed, like he always did. “We’re all grabbin’ a bite. David wants to talk.”

“Have fun,” Marko smirked as he kissed your cheek.

“Tell him I don’t feel like talking,” you scoffed as Dwayne swooped in to steal a kiss next.

“Too late,” he said, an amused rumble in his chest.

“Ooh, maybe you’ll get lucky and have some bomb makeup sex,” Paul grinned, walking backwards away from you as he puffed on his joint.

“He fuckin’ needs it,” Marko mumbled.

“Fine.” You sighed. “You guys go have fun. Don’t eat anybody too hot.”

“But that’s my favorite flavor!” Paul yelled.

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched the three of them go, Marko immediately lunging for Paul before Dwayne managed to catch him in a head lock midair. They were a handful, but you loved them.

“Hey.” David’s voice had you turning around.

He actually looked a little ashamed, his eyes trained on the ground as he kicked at a pebble.

“Hey.” You said flatly.

He dared to look up at you. You could tell he was still grumpy, and he was only trying to talk to you because the others had probably made him…but this was still a massive improvement for him, and you considered it a success.

He sighed, started to roll his eyes, and then stopped. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” You asked, trying to encourage him. “You should actually talk about your feelings, you know.”

He made a disgusted noise and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“You know I get…territorial.” He said, taking your arm and tugging you along to walk with him. “We all do.”

“I know.”

“It’s just a…a thing we all have to deal with.”

“Very beastly of you,” you laughed, nudging him with your shoulder. “I still don’t want you to kill that guy, though.”

“No promises,” he growled, expression darkening.

“…you can maim him if he really deserves it. Deal?”

“Deal.”

————————

Billy fucking loved Santa Carla.

Back in Hawkins, he was the keg king, and earning his title had been a piece of cake…but here, the beach parties were way wilder and way more fun, and he was having the time of his fucking life.

The town was vibrant during the day, yeah, but come nightfall it sprung to life. The rides on the boardwalk lit up the dark sky, and bonfires surrounded by party goers dotted the beaches. There was no shortage of shitty carnival food, and all the stores on the boardwalk stayed open late. Billy was pretty sure he could find any drugs he could think of within ten minutes if he tried, and he could get his dick wet even faster.

Yeah. It was his kinda place.

He left the Camaro at the motel and walked over to the boardwalk, smoking a fresh cigarette as he navigated the crowds. There really were all sorts of people there—everything from obvious tourists to kids enjoying summer vacation to criminals and runaways flitted around, creating one extremely colorful swarm of pedestrians. He didn’t look out of place at all, not the way he had back in Hawkins where everybody looked like wannabe prom kings and queens and Steve Harrington was the most exciting thing to happen in decades.

Before Billy, of course.

In Santa Carla, though, he had already seen fashions that would have given everyone in Hawkins, Indiana heart attacks. He looked tame compared to some of the punks he spotted lingering around. But still, for some reason…

He noticed he was getting dirty looks.

People stepped out of his way as he passed through the crowd. They watched him carefully, like he might suddenly lunge and bite them. One security guard in particular seemed to be keeping a particularly close eye on him while he wandered around, but rather than feeling perturbed, Billy felt energized. It was feeding his ego, making him feel wild knowing that everybody was looking at him and everybody was wary of him. He didn’t care why.

The sound of metal playing over speakers had him making his way towards the bandstand. When he got closer and squeezed his way through the crowd, the music grew deafening.

Just the way he liked it.

He felt like he had just wandered into heaven.

He had also just wandered right into the hunting ground of one very particular, very high, vampire.

When it came to hunting, Paul liked to be lazy. He’d been around long enough to learn how to let them come to him, and while the others worked hard for their meals, Paul worked smart. He was always so fun and charismatic that he could have humans eating out of the palm of his hand whenever he wanted them to, and when there were rock shows on the beach, the bandstand was always the perfect place for him to find some easy chow. Yeah, the music usually hurt his ears some, but he always got over it and everything healed before he could have an eternity of tinnitus, and he always relied more on his sense of smell than hearing anyways. He thrived in the chaos of the crowd, and tonight was no exception.

The crowd was fun. The band was loud. And even though he was lazy when it came to hunting humans, he still had boundless energy. He was actually glad that David had fucked up with you, because he was having a great time hunting on his own.

“Hey man, watch it!” Someone snarled as he bumped into them.

Paul was too high to take offense at their tone, turning towards them with a lazy grin on his face instead.

What he saw would’ve taken his breath away, had he actually been breathing.

There was a guy there, wearing a leather jacket, with a glare that rivaled David’s. He had an earring dangling from one earlobe and a curly dirty blond mullet, shorter and darker than Marko’s but still good, and blue eyes that actually had Paul feeling a tiny bit weak.

The dude was gorgeous in a way that most humans weren’t, and Paul was immediately into him.

“Sorry, man,” Paul forced himself to say above the sound of the music, keeping that aloof smile on his face. “Here. Token of my apology?”

He held out his joint and the guy looked at it hungrily, like he hadn’t seen weed in months. And really, Billy hadn’t; Hawkins wasn’t exactly the best place to find it, and if Neil had ever caught him reeking of marijuana, he’d have been in for a world of hurt. In Santa Carla, though, he could have anything he wanted…and he was free to take it.

“C’mon. We can go smoke under the stands.” The blond guy in front of him grinned wildly, his eyes blazing.

Billy shoved his anger down and considered the offer. This guy looked like a total idiot, some Twisted Sister rocker type who was high out of his damn mind. His outfit was weird as hell, but at the same time, he didn’t look that out of place in the eclectic crowd, with his mesh shirt and white pants almost as tight as Billy’s jeans. He looked wild, an untamed mane of hair giving off the impression that he had been born headbanging, and in all honesty, he looked...interesting. Intriguing?

Something.

Billy was still pissed at him for bumping into him—seriously, when he had turned around, he had expected to see someone twice this guy’s size just based off of the sheer force of it—but he could go for some free weed. And maybe some booze. And even though he didn’t want to admit it, he didn’t know much about Santa Carla or who was who around town, and he could use a guide.

“Fine,” he sneered.

Blondie grinned and grabbed his arm—why the fuck was he so strong?—and dragged him through the crowd. Bodies slammed into Billy as the two squeezed past, but the mystery guy didn’t seem to have any issue navigating the flood of people, as if they didn’t even bother him.

Weird.

“Haven’t seen you around Santa Carla before,” he commented, turning on his heel to walk backwards and face Billy as he spoke. “You new in town?”

“You could say that.” Billy said as he shoved someone out of his way.

The guy just kept grinning that stupid grin. “Name’s Paul.”

“...Billy.”

They were finally on the edges of the crowd, Paul leading the way around the back of the stands. There was nobody else lingering around, just like he had hoped. It was a quiet spot, hidden from the chaos and noise of the bandstand, and the perfect place for a clandestine meeting or a quick snack...although now, Paul wasn’t really sure which one he was hoping for.

“Billy, huh?” Paul asked, trying not to grin like a madman. “Where you from?”

“Little further south.” Billy said. He didn’t want to even consider telling anyone that he had just lived in Hawkins fucking Indiana for a year. “LA.”

Paul could tell there was more to his story than that, but he didn’t push.

“So...what, you come to Santa Carla for fun?” he asked as he lit the joint. “Or...are you running from somethin’?”

When Billy gave him an angry look, he knew he was on the right track.

“It doesn’t matter,” Billy growled, snatching the joint out of Paul’s hand. He inhaled deeply, fighting the cough that was building in his chest. It had been a long fucking time since he had been offered weed, but he wasn’t about to look like a total pussy and hack a lung up.

Paul could see the way he resisted and forced his body to behave. He could hear his heartbeat change. He appreciated the way that Billy was trying so hard to act so tough in front of him...and, honestly, he appreciated the way that Billy didn’t seem to have that natural fear that humans usually did.

“Whatcha runnin’ from?” he asked, taking the joint back.

“The hell do you care?” Billy snapped.

Paul shrugged. “Just curious. I’m a people person, I guess.”

Billy forced a smile onto his face. It was in his best interests to be nice to this guy, he figured, and he knew how to do the whole smile and nod and be fucking polite routine.

“You been here a while?” he asked as Paul handed him the joint again.

The blonde broke into a laughing fit.

How fucking high was this guy?

Billy took a hit and watched Paul clutching at his sides. He was laughing like a fucking hyena, as if Billy had just made the funniest joke in the world. Well, he was glad for the positive attention, at least...maybe this guy wouldn’t be half bad?

“Oh yeah, a while,” Paul managed to squeeze out between cackles. “Long ass time. I know everything about Santa Carla.”

“Yeah? So you know who’s who around here?” Billy asked, starting to feel the effects of the (surprisingly, suspiciously, strong) weed.

Paul’s laughter faded into something a touch more sinister and he leaned in, blue eyes suddenly so dangerous. “Oh, Billy Boy, you wanna know who’s in charge of Santa Carla?”

Billy couldn’t speak. He just held Paul’s gaze, refusing to break it, refusing to move and lose whatever weird ass energy he suddenly felt between them. He didn’t realize it, but he was being fucking brave, and Paul was impressed...because Paul was desperately trying to get into his head, and he couldn’t.

And that fascinated him. It also sealed Billy’s fate--any urges Paul had to take a bite out of him were gone, and he way preferred the thought of turning him and keeping him around instead.

“I’ll tell ya who owns Santa Carla,” he said, reaching up to twirl a strand of Billy’s hair around his finger. “But can you hang?”

“What the fuck do you mean can I hang?” Billy spat venomously, teeth bared as he bristled. “What the fuck do you think?”

Paul just grinned, moving his hand to brush a rough thumb over Billy’s cheek. He tried one last time to get into that pretty head of his, staring into his eyes as he searched for something, anything, and once again...he came up totally empty.

Weird.

“Yeah, I think you’ll fit right in,” Paul decided, taking his joint back and stuffing it into his jacket. Then, he slung his arm around Billy’s shoulders, noticing how right it felt to have him there, and led him away from the bandstand. “C’mon. We gotta find Marko.”

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Marko was in the middle of whispering sweet nothings into a girl’s ear when Paul and Billy found him…and he was seriously pissed off by the interruption.

“Hey, what gives?” He growled as Paul grabbed him by the jacket and hauled him away from the bonfire.

“You havin’ fun, Marko?” Paul sneered down at him.

“Paul, I swear to fucking god, I am so hungry right now and if you don’t let me—who the fuck is that?”

Billy was standing there, hands in his jacket pockets, watching the two of them. Observing. Catching every little movement, honing in on every breath and shift of their weight. He was looking on with the coolness and the calculation of a predator, Marko thought, in the same way that he and the boys watched the crowds of humans on the boardwalk.

Marko’s nostrils flared as he tried to catch the scent of vampire, but other than Paul and the rest of Santa Carla’s usual nighttime denizens, all he could smell was human.

He tilted his head slightly. No werewolf. No demon. Just…human. Gorgeous human, but still…just human.

“What the hell is this?” He hissed at Paul, watching Billy from the corner of his eye. “Why’re you parading him around like this?”

“You mighta noticed Billy here is a little special,” Paul put a hand on the back of Marko’s neck and guided him towards Billy. “I think we should introduce him to the rest of the gang.”

Marko glanced up at him like he was crazy.

Then, Paul leaned down, his lips next to Marko’s ear as he whispered, “I can’t get in his head. At all.”

Marko frowned at that. “You were never particularly good at it,” he mumbled as he looked Billy over.

Okay, yeah. He could see why Paul hadn’t just eaten him. The guy was handsome, and he was definitely their type, right down to the jewelry. But looks didn’t mean he could just join them…even though it was weird as shit that Marko couldn’t seem to get in his head, either, and David would probably want to know about that.

“You wanna tell your boyfriend to quit checkin’ me out?” Billy barked.

“Aw, Marko, you didn’t tell me we were dating,” Paul leaned on him, leering down.

Marko gave him an exasperated look. “…my mistake. We gonna go find David and Dwayne or what?”

“Good idea, man!” Paul clapped him on the shoulder and then let him go again, leading the way up towards the boardwalk stairs.

Billy and Marko fell in just behind him, the former looking down at the latter and considering him. His head was fuzzy from Paul’s weed, and maybe if he was totally sober, he would have been able to figure out what it was about Marko that felt so off.

He was good at watching people. It was something he had picked up from years of dealing with his shitty father. As a child, he had learned to watch and anticipate, because that was what gave him the best chance of ducking away from swinging fists. Now, as an adult, he watched and anticipated and always knew what people wanted, and it gave him the ability to charm them into doing whatever he wanted. It also gave him the ability to simply notice things, little things that other people probably ignored—like the way that Marko bit at his thumb when he was looking around, or the oddly threatening little shine in his eyes. He noticed the way that Paul, so wild and seemingly carefree, had little moments of calm in which he looked around and took in his surroundings, watching people the same way that Billy was watching him.

Billy was high, yeah…but he could still tell that something was up with these guys. He felt like he should be wary, but at the same time, he didn’t care; he had survived being flayed not that long ago, something that probably should have left his mind completely broken. Whatever these guys were up to didn’t scare him in the slightest. Gangbangers didn’t scare him. Serial killers didn’t scare him.

Humans didn’t scare him.

“I think you’re gonna love Santa Carla,” Paul said over his shoulder. “We got everything here.”

“You tried the Chinese place yet?” Marko asked, glancing up at Billy with a smirk. “To die for.”

“Just got in this morning,” Billy said coolly as they slipped into the crowd. “Only food I’ve had was some shitty diner.”

“Oh yeah?” Paul asked, immediately thinking about you and your shitty diner. “Which one?”

“Hell if I know.” Billy paused. “Waitress was hot though.”

Marko’s proverbial hackles immediately rose and he sneered, ready to tear him a new one if he really was talking about you. As much as he liked the looks of Billy, that didn’t mean he wanted the guy pawing at you. Before he could say anything, though, Paul cut in.

“You got a thing for waitresses?” He laughed loudly. “Real specific type, man.”

“Nah. This one was real cute, though.” Billy grinned. He could do this. He could handle guy talk. Just like the locker room back at Hawkins High.

Marko caught sight of his smile and his eyes widened slightly.

Okay.

That was damn near perfect.

He couldn’t help but wonder how he’d look with fangs, though.

“Marko, you got any idea where Dwayne is?” Paul asked, glancing back and forth.

“You know where he always goes,” Marko said. “That alley, over by—never mind, found him.”

The metallic scent of blood suddenly wrapped itself around them as Dwayne carved a path through the crowd. Well, at least someone had gotten a nice meal. And he had mostly cleaned up, save for a smear on his jaw, and when Paul saw it, he desperately wanted to lick it off. Would that be rude? Would Billy care? …why did he care if Billy cared? Fuck it, he needed some fresh blood in his system. Billy could deal with it.

“Been lookin’ for you, man!” Paul said as Dwayne joined them. He looked up at him hopefully, asking—begging—for permission, and when Dwayne tilted his chin up a nearly imperceptible amount, he knew he had gotten it.

Billy watched as Paul swiped a long tongue over Dwayne’s jaw…and he was frozen. He had never seen two guys doing shit like that together, and he couldn’t believe they were just…doing it out in public.

Not to mention it was pretty fucking weird to lick blood off of someone’s face after a fight.

...Weird and a little erotic.

Neil would have a fucking heart attack if he saw. His father had beaten the shit out of him and called him a fag just for doing his hair. But here, these guys were totally unafraid, totally uncaring about the occasional glare thrown their way, and Billy couldn’t even fathom being so open about it.

He watched as Paul seemed to purr something in Dwayne’s ear, the brunette snorting softly in amusement before nudging at Paul’s head with his nose. It was the simplest sort of affection, but it was something Billy had never even seen before…and he didn’t know if it pissed him off because he thought it was stupid, or because he was jealous.

“—back by the bikes,” he heard Dwayne say as he pulled himself out of his thoughts.

“He hasn’t been out at all?” Marko asked nervously. He didn’t want to think about how pissed off David would be if he was hungry, and he also didn’t want to think about David deciding to take a chunk out of Billy.

Dwayne just shook his head and then led the way back through the crowds, the others following him. Billy kept his hands in his pockets, fiddling with his cigarette pack and lighter. He was as nervous as Marko sounded, but he couldn’t show it. He couldn’t let these guys know that the tone in Marko’s voice had him wary as hell, and he was bracing himself for whoever he was.

He couldn’t panic.

Not here.

Not in front of these total strangers. He never panicked in front of anyone, never showed any weakness, and he wasn’t about to start now.

The vampires all heard the way his heart rate increased and suddenly their attention was on him, even though they didn’t show it. They were listening intently, Dwayne prodding at Billy’s mind and finding the same walls that Paul and Marko had. He couldn’t figure it out, either; they never had this problem with humans, and as far as he could tell, this guy was just that.

Human.

Billy swallowed his anxiety back down and his pulse eventually slowed again. Paul and Marko shared a glance, but kept their mouths shut. They knew each other well enough to know what the other was thinking. They liked this new guy, and they both had the urge to help him. To make him feel at home in Santa Carla. Because they had the feeling--and their feelings were usually right--that he was a lost boy, just like them.

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“David, quit!” you laughed, shoving at him.

He just grinned against your throat, teeth brushing over your skin. “Why, kitten? Gimme a good reason.”

“Because we’re in public!” You squealed as he pulled you up against him.

You were sitting backwards on his bike, facing him and half straddling his lap. He had his hands around your waist and his lips on your neck, not giving a damn if anybody saw—and they definitely saw, because you were putting on quite the show—and he was perfectly happy to stay right there and make you squirm. He could feel hunger gnawing away at him, but for the moment, you were keeping it at bay…and besides, he would way rather make out with you than go hunting.

“Can’t wait until you’re finally turned,” he mumbled against your skin.

“Why?” You asked breathlessly, your fingers tangled in his hair.

“‘Cause I won’t have to be so gentle.”

He dug his fingers into your sides for good measure and your face flushed when you felt how strong his grip was. Sometimes, you almost forgot that he could tear you in half as easily as you would a piece of paper, and whenever he reminded you, an excited little shiver flew down your spine.

“You like it rough, don’t you, kitten?” He purred, licking a line up your throat. “I can smell you gettin’ wet….”

“David,” you whined, tilting your head away to look at him. “Quit teasing me!”

“Oh, I’m not teasing. I’ll fuck you right here. Right now. C’mon.” He slipped his hands under your thighs and hoisted you the rest of the way onto his lap, laughing when you yelped in surprise.

His teeth found the side of your neck again and he nibbled at your skin, a low growl rumbling in his throat. You couldn’t help but melt against him, sighing happily as you stroked his hair. It was moments like these, where David was so calm and loving, that you loved the most. Nothing else mattered. It was just the two of you, the rest of the world fading away even though the boardwalk was crowded and loud.

“I love you, David,” you murmured.

He hummed, his grip on you tightening. He wasn’t great at saying the words, even though there were only three of them, and you had only ever heard him utter them once. That didn’t matter, though, because you knew that he felt it, and you didn’t need to hear it out loud when he was so good at showing you in so many other ways.

“You’re too good for me, kitten.” He said, kissing the side of your head.

“Not true,” you smiled, nuzzling his cheek.

You heard that growl-purr rising again.

And then, he froze.

David fell completely still, for just a moment, just long enough for you to notice. When you pulled back, you saw his eyes trained on something behind you, and when you twisted around to see, you were greeted with the sight of the rest of your boys…

And one extra.

On the one hand, you were glad to see the hot guy from the diner. He really did fit in with the rest of the boys, walking next to Paul with his hands in his pockets and a very devil may care attitude about him. At night, surrounded by the dark sky and the bright lights of the boardwalk, he was even hotter than he had been earlier that day, and you didn’t mind the idea of adding him to the gang...On the other hand, you really, really didn’t want David to tear him in half.

“Sweetheart,” David drawled as he looked over your head. “That wouldn’t happen to be your boy, would it?”

“Uh…” you floundered as they got closer, “see, when you say it like that…”

“Oh, damn, looks like you two made up!” Marko taunted, that cute little sneer that you loved so much plastered on his face.

“This is Billy,” Paul said, nudging the new guy forward. “He wants to hang with us.”

Billy gave him an annoyed grunt as he was shoved, but he held himself back from slugging him. The platinum blond dude on the bike looked extremely fucking pissed off, and Billy couldn’t really blame him...if he had just gotten interrupted by these goons while he had a hot girl like you on his lap, he would have blown a gasket.

You looked absolutely delicious perched there, too.

“Well, you got me disappointed, doll,” Billy said nonchalantly, ignoring the guy behind you and the way his eyes narrowed angrily. “I was kinda hopin’ you didn’t have a boyfriend.”

You stared at him. Okay, yeah, you thought that was pretty hot...you were used to Surf Nazis making passes at you, but they were gross and always just pissed you off. This, though...this had you a little bit breathless. “Oh, wow...”

David glanced down at you and snorted angrily before slipping away to grab Billy by the front of his jacket. “Who the fuck are you?”

Billy just met his gaze. Yeah. This guy was scarier than Paul. By a lot. But he wasn’t scarier than a brain monster from another dimension...and he wasn’t scarier than Neil Hargrove.

Not by a longshot.

You watched as Billy sneered back at David, something that even the rest of Santa Carla’s vampires rarely did.

It was...pretty hot.

“Billy Hargrove,” the human said, lip raised slightly. “Who the fuck are you?”

David just stared at him.

Billy smelled like leather and motor oil and cigarettes and weed, a combination that David loved because that’s what his boys smelled like, and it made his nose twitch. When he had grabbed Billy, he had noticed how solid he was, and David hated, he fucking hated, that he had to look up to meet his gaze. It was like getting up in Dwayne’s face...except Dwayne was chill and this guy was like a powder keg waiting to explode.

Then again, so was David.

He didn’t understand why the boys hadn’t just eaten him. This guy was dangerous, he could tell, and if he was too aggressive, then there was no fucking way they’d get along well enough for him to join the gang. And the worst part, the most horrible part (besides the lovey dovey eyes everybody was making at him), was that Billy’s mind was totally closed off.

It didn’t make any sense. He looked like a human. He smelled like a human. Billy Hargrove was a fucking human, just a guy, and for the first time in his nearly 80 years of being an undead fiend, David couldn’t get into a human’s head. He had run into this problem with other species, sure--werewolves were difficult, zombies didn’t have much going on upstairs, witches tended to be able to keep him out if they knew what they were doing...but there was nothing to indicate that Billy wasn’t a normal human.

But clearly, he wasn’t normal, and as much as he hated it, David wanted to keep him around to figure out what the hell was going on.

“David.” he finally growled. “And I wanna know what the hell you’re doin’ on my boardwalk.”

“Wanna let me go before you start askin’ questions?” Billy sneered.

“Watch your fucking mouth,” David snarled, tightening his grip.

“Or what?” Billy challenged.

“Alright, okay,” you suddenly appeared between them, easing David off of Billy with a hand on each of their chests. “That’s enough of that.”

Billy looked down at your hand and then back up at David. He had a shit eating grin on his face that would have totally sealed the deal and had David ripping his head off then and there if you weren’t in the way.

“Move, doll,” David growled.

“Absolutely not,” you argued, crossing your arms over your chest and facing him head on.

“Why?”

“Because...” you turned slightly, looking up at Billy Hargrove with a small smile on your face. “I think I like this one.”

David looked between you and Billy and you could practically see him thinking. You could tell that he was communicating with the others, too, and finally, after what felt like a lifetime, he gave a little nod.

“Alright. Fine.” he said, taking a small step back. “Come back to our place, Billy. Let’s see if you can hang.”

#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #billy hargrove #Billy Hargrove x reader #the lost boys x billy hargrove #stranger things #stranger things x reader #poly lost boys x reader #poly lost boys #lost boys x reader #lost boys x reader x billy hargrove #people are strange #david x reader #marko x reader #dwayne x reader #paul x reader

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salempie · 2 months

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I’ve mentioned Daisy Daze grew up in the Hollywood Hills right? Back in the 60s?

Rich-girl runaway to hippie loser pipeline </3

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#psychonauts #salem’s sigils #psychonauts oc #oc #Daisy Daze #art #original character

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helmarok · 2 years

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i forgot about runaway daze chapter 3 until today so my bad lemme just write that real quick while laying in bed helpless like a sick victorian child

#ganon rambles #runaway daze #fucking cries i HATE writing okay #genuinely. like not even in a '(affectionate)' way #but... i dont know how else to get it out of my system

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tac-bat · 1 year

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Why I hate how the elders are treated and misinterpreted in a big chunk of the fandom. Rant!

Before we start

I mention fat phobia, and talk about how certain hair types and cultural clothing is described as "food" as a response to what some of the elders are perceived by alot of the fandom. These comments are not only directed at some elders, but many folks who have gotten representation from them are also affected these comments that many thrown around freely.

I’m at my breaking point and will get heated on an array of things but I don’t care

You're entitled to your own opinion, even if i heavily disagree with it. If you don't wanna read then just scroll, because I will rip apart the interpretations I talk about under the read more tag.

If you "don't see this happening" or believe this "doesn't happen" that doesn't mean it didn't happen, Tumblr isin't the only social media I have. I've dabbled in the official Discord, on Instagram, and god forbid Pinterest too, i've seen it all.

Let’s go in order, most issues I have a bone to pick with are more prevalent in some elders more than others.

Daleth

They’re just forgotten, really. Even with knowing what Isle looked like before. Flourishing even, populated seen in the switch trailer and even making an appearance in the Auroras' concert for runaways, they’re pretty much never talked about. And if they are they're just kinda only the butt of pee-paw jokes

Ayin

Their characterization is just confusing to me. I've seen a lot of them portrayed as happy-go-lucky. I’m not saying they can’t be happy, but from what I’ve seen, that’s all they are to a lot of folks in the fandom that I’ve seen. Which really confuses me because in their cutscene they wake up in a daze, notice us, are sort of like "ah, hi," and get straight to work. And they’re gentle, tipping the pot to the butterfly they make to enter. But then there's their orbit cutscene, where they look tired and a tad grouchy after being woken up—not mean, just tired. Again, nothing wrong with it, but it’s pretty one-dimensional to me to just see them as all that.

On a more bitter note, i've seen alot of "fat jokes" or straight up fatphobia in art and comments alike about their body, "Why are they so fat?" -a comment i've actually seen in the discord regarding Ayin. it's disgusting.

Teth

I have so much shit to say about them.

They're not mean simply because they took your light.

"But they snatched it away." Motherfucker, you're looking surface level. THINK!

Imagine you're dead, stuck in limbo for god knows how long, rotting away without anything to do. And you enjoy building and creating, and you were possibly the catalyst for the production of darkstone; your temple could be a goddamn factory for it! So much so that your anvil and hammer are in your constellation; they're a part of you. It’s what you love. And now that you're dead, with no light to fuel, no life to live, forced to sit there with broken shards, it'd bore you, drain you. And then a child appears with a flame; and for the first time in thousands of years, if not more, you can create, build, make something.

And you do.

You take the light without a second thought, regaining your strength and setting to work to help this child pass through your realm to the other elder. You just put all your focus on making the diamond, and when you finish and are proud of it, you send it up to the sky. You’ve created again. And in your orbit cutscene, you're much gentler, no longer bound to that soul-sucking abyss of nothing, so you honour the children who gave you light, your gift. Taking your time and presenting it to them with grace.

That’s what Teth does; that’s what they do. Yes, they seem like a more serious person, but they’re in no way mean. Did they take your light away? Yes. But putting yourself in their shoes for just a moment can make you understand why.

Samekh

I love the twins; I’m a fan of them, and I love Sah in particular with all my being. Which is why this one I will get very passionate about.

It baffles me how those two got the impression of being idiots who share a single brain cell. I don’t mind the jokes, but some people think that’s all they are. Which is just so wrong, like? How can you be so wrong? Would a ruler who built their fucking realm, Valley Triumph of all names, in a goddamn mountains? Would the most prosperous, decorated, and successful realm be led by idiots? Let me repeat that, They built the realm Valley of Triumph, in the fucking MOUNTIANS! Do you know how hard it is to make a city that size in those conditions? MOUNTAINS ARE FUCKING BRUTAL, WITH LESS OXYGEN, EVEN LESS WITH MASK'S, AND FOR HOW UNPREDICTABLE THE WEATHER IS ITS INSANE. Yet valley thrived! They thrived in those mountains, creating impossible architecture, floating buildings, and sports ranging from sliding to flying to manta racing.

Would idiots who share a brain cell accomplish that? No! It's incredible what the twins achieve—an amazing realm and, in my opinion, the capital of the sky. Eden, on the other hand, seems more like a sacred place where you ascend. Not to mention the Citadel? Hello??? It's fucking fantastic; it's incredible how they created such a beautiful realm in the mountains. They wanted races; they got them; they wanted enrichment; they have theatre, gondolas, even the coliseum, and races too.

The twins can be silly and serious, and they are shown to have the same rivalry as all siblings do. But they are not dumb idiots, not in the least.

Tsadi

Tsadi, like Ayins, is just confusing. I’m not too well versed, but I’ve seen iterations of them where they side with "Resh," who is really just a concept art character that has definitely changed from the base game in concept art. Even then, they've never officially appeared in-game; you just have those statues in Wasteland. And in those interpretations of seeing Resh as a full-fledged character, they’re seen as "evil," which I don’t agree with at all. I mention them because most of the time, Tsadi would side with Resh in the war to mant; them seeing Resh as pro-Darkstone in the war (the diamonds Teth makes, and that we light up, basically the main power source for sky), this would imply Tsadi destroyed their realm because they followed the "king." However, their sun shield is right there; based on the memories of wounded warriors, it shows that they were on the "sun side" of their friend. If they we're pro darkstone and was on the same side as the hypothetical "king" wouldn't they have a diamond shield?

"But the spear falling in warrior's and seeds memory could be them," would you expect Tsadi to attack their own realm, where civilians are in warrior memory? Attack their own PEOPLE for the reasons I stated above?

Lamed

Like most of the elders, they're pretty much forgotten. And frankly, I haven’t seen any character interpretations that stick out, so their section is more about how they’re mistreated. Mostly on their headscarf, which is confirmed to be based off a hijab by one of the devs, Ash. Who explains why we should be respectful about it.

And god, so many POC deal with shit already because their hair or cultural clothing are described as food or even worse which many hate. It's disheartening to see almost every joke or comparison refer to Lamed being an "Egg".

More stuff that piss me off

"Bad rulers"

I despise when folks call the elders "evil" or "bad rulers," not seeming to care for their people or even being seen as lazy, which baffles me. Have you watched the vault cutscene?

ALL OF THEM ARE ASSISTING ANCESTORS, AND EVERYONE IS LEADING, GUIDING, OR CREATING THINGS FOR THE ANCESTORS IN SOME WAY.

For fuck's sake, Flight Guide is Ayin's apprentice! Would someone who doesn't care about their people bother with an apprentice? Even a flight guide shares the same pattern on their pants as Ayin, and the same pattern on the flight post's. It's ridiculous how folks can spew the most disproven zero reading comprehension ever when this shit is right here.

And they're not saints; they made mistakes, of course, but I see them wanting the best for their people and the kingdom. But in the process, they made huge mistakes that piled up and spilled over, resulting in the kingdom's downfall. But it wasn’t done out of malice; they tried and messed up big time, but they weren't evil, not one bit.

How many treat Lamed and Teth when it comes to shipping

I can’t stop who you ship; as long as it’s not weird and illegal, it’s whatever for me. Some pairs are not for me because of personal preferences/ familial head cannons, but I do dabble in ships. Yet it’s more mellowed out to me just saying "cute" when I see fanart and moving on. But it irritates me that when Teth or Lamed are shipped with most people, they appear to be more submissive in some ways. I’m not saying they can’t be happy, but to me, in so much ship art, it seems like just because they look more feminine, they’re suddenly almost always a blushing or shy mess, or (and I hate to use this term) a tsundere for Teth in some other cases. But that’s completely my biased opinion.

Fucks sake in my earlier time in the fandom, I was a Lamed/Tsadi fan, but again, it’s mellowed out to me just seeing fanart and thinking it's cute and moving on if it comes naturally. But I didn’t make one meek and the other an alpha male or some dumb shit when I used to draw them as I've seen many do. I mention this because I can see some folks calling me hypocritical for pointing this out. But the reason it irritates me is when Teth or Lamed are paired with someone (who often appears to be masc) almost always seem out of character simply because they're with said person. Which rubs me the wrong way since they are usually almost always seen as fem presenting in many folks eyes. Again, I don't have an issue with the pairs themselves; it just irks me when only their personalities seem to be changed for the sake of it, where it's just out of character.

How some elders greatly overshadow others and leave them in the dust

I'm guilty of this, fucks sake most of my content is twin stuff. And while I can feed on alot of twin content here, many folks who are fans of any other elder's barely get crumbs, even less so with Daleth, Ayin, And Lamed who are pretty much left do the dust. Which I hate because i know why.

The reason, Twins and Teth and even Tsadi are so popular when they others aren't is because they're "conventionally attractive", all are fit, all are gorgeous and can be attractive to many. Yet so can the others be appreciated, yet they aren't. Again, i know a hypocrite because of my blog being mostly twin stuff, yet even blogs like mine that don't focus on a single elder barely draw Daleth, Ayin, and Lamed. It sucks ass.

I think that’s all. I’m just sick of how the elders are treated by everyone.

#i was talking with some friends how the elders are treated by the fandom and im just so done #so i wrote this #isle elder #prairie elder #forest elder #valley elders #valley twins #wasteland elder #vault elder #sky elders #sky cotl #skyblr #sky children of the light #sky: children of the light #sky: cotl #tac rambles #fatphobia #i think thats all

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biggestfyolaifan-moved · 1 year

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yandere dazai or chuuya. i beg. maybe runaway reader? 👉👈

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[yandere!dazai, chuuya, with runaway reader]

[warnings under cut + neutral reader]

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HIHIHI LILIA THANKYOU FOR REQUESTING HONESLTY RUNAWAY READER IS MY FAVORITE THING EVER !! MY WRITING QUALITY COULD BE A LOT BETTER, I'M SO VERY SORRY!! THANK YOU!! I WROTE THESE TWO SEPARATELY^^ ALSO I DO NOT SUPPORT THIS BEHAVIOR IRL. THIS IS PURELY FICTIONAL!!

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yandere behavior, kidnapping, implied drugging, killing, manipulating, that kinda stuff yk!!

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the night you escaped from the horrid place you were made to call home was freezing. the man, no, devil named chuuya was quick to lead you into his home. you had faint memories of the red-headed man sauntering behind you, putting his hand on your shoulder and offering you a walk home. the entire way your legs had gradually became weaker and weaker. almost.. numb.

your mind was dazed. chuuya sat next to you on a wooden bench, squeezing your hand comfortingly. it was hard to hear him speak clearly. the hand caressing your hair wasn't helping the fact your world was spinning about fifty times faster than it normally did.. which wasn't very fast. and before you knew it, you were pacing around a locked room, finally regaining your ability to walk after multiple days.

to your knowledge, chuuya was at work. it took days to memorize what time he came home, but it still wasn't perfect. he could come back at any time, completely unannounced. except usually, you could hear him arrive while you heard the loud motorcycle park outside the home. you had to be quick tonight.

even after fumbling with the loose lock and successfully opening the door, it was no surprise to you that the front door was.. also locked. two locks. a bobby pin wouldn't work in this situation, you needed something else.

sure, chuuya was smart enough to put a lock on the knife drawer, but he forgot about one little thing. a small, dull butter knife was in the sink. it wasn't dirty, but chuuya had forgotten to put it away. you thanked whatever gods there must have been, because now, it felt like only a higher deity could give you the miracle you just recieved.

both of the locks were difficult to get through, but the knife made it easier. and it was done, because there you stood, before the open door in the front yard. a sigh of relief managed to escape your mouth while you slid the knife in your waistband, making a run for it down the cold streets.

before you knew it, it was 11pm. just two hours after escaping from chuuya's home, it started to rain. wait, was that a person?

they emitted a reddish-orange glowing aura, could they also be an ability user? you stepped closer, and closer. the person faced away from you, but you were so close to them. they were oddly stiff, standing as if they were looking ahead at something.

but.. the body dropped.

the body lied on the floor. this was no ability user, no, no, this was the work of someone else. but.. how did the body stay upright? there was no way he just now died, it had to have been at least ten minutes.

a gloved hand harshly seized your shoulder. of course you recognized him. he knew you would come here. he must've been watching you.

chuuya didn't speak. you were almost paralyzed in distress. part of you was still terrified of the dead man you just saw, and the other was terrified of him. he had nothing to say to you, not until morning.

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losing you wasn't the first thing on dazai's mind until the night he lost you.

of course, he saw it coming. did you think escaping from him hadn't crossed his mind once?

looking back at it now, maybe it was stupid of you not to consider the risks of escaping. traps, cameras. anything. it was like this man had just about everything worked out perfectly, so if you messed it up in the slightest, it would all turn against you. all of your friends, all your family.

and it never occured to dazai's coworkers what it meant when he almost constantly checked the cameras at work, and abruptly got up in the middle of a meeting to go 'feed his pet goldfish'. he didn't even have a goldfish.

dazai didn't exactly panic when he saw you open up the doors on the cameras- he had already seen it coming.

and to your surprise, you didn't hear from dazai all day. no messages, calls, visits, anything. maybe it wasn't the best idea to return home, but your doors were locked anyway. even then, you still didn't feel safe in your own home.

the ultimate goal was to stay the night and then go to the police station to get this handled by someone with higher authority than yourself.

that was, if you made it through the night.

it was easy enough, right? no way dazai would find his way in, he didn't even have keys, nor did he know where your home was. did he?

of course he did. it was 4:32am, and brown hair dangled just a few inches above you. a cheery grin was spread across his face, but dazai wasn't happy with you, no, far from it. you never exactly believed in the phrase, "frozen with fear" until now.

and despite his grinning smile, the most unsettling things about dazai at the moment were his eyes.

the way he always pulled you close to him after attempts to run away from him was almost disturbing; the way he would brush your hair with his fingers and whisper things to you. "what did you think was going to happen, huh?"

the tall man was crouched, but still seemed to loom over you, even when you sat up. one arm wrapped around you and squeezed your hand, while he other hand kneaded at your scalp. his voice was quiet, and almost sweet.

"i got inside so easily, that's a safety hazard." dazai leaned in, resting his chin on the top of your head. you could feel him shakily smile while speaking once more, "see? you're a lot safer with me. you can't crawl to anybody else."

and he wasn't lying. almost everyone you knew was somehow, some way, acquainted with dazai. he was right. you couldn't crawl to anyone else.

ღ ; song i listened to while writing: here

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// i csnot it is 3:35am for me rn. i am deeply sorry to anyone who is bald because i wrote that the reader has hair, i will start writing bsd x bald reader for inclusivity

#yandere chuuya #yan chuuya nakahara #yandere dazai #yandere dazai osamu #yandere chuuya nakahara #bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere bsd #bsd x reader #last text is /j 😭

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the-red-siren · 6 months

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Do Not Disturb

TW: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Submissive Bi-Han if you squint, mating press, desk sex, breaking furniture, rough sex, fem genitals, afab reader, afab anatomy, vaginal sex, sex without a condom, dirty talk, submissive character, angry sex, rare smiling Bi-Han, cream pie, breeding kink, cock riding, needy Sub-Zero, degradation, pretty boy Bi-Han, large cock, office sex, Top Bi-Han, Top Sub-Zero, you get fucked and fucked HARD, the mask stays on, whiny Bi-Han, smut, shameless smut, porn, Not Beta Read, off camera aftercare

Simply put; railed into a desk by Bi-Han (Sub-Zero). I'm not gonna sugar-coat it.

And not to be Kung-Lao about it, but this fic is GOOD. (GIR voice) I made it myself!!

[written in Australian English]

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The Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei rarely accepted visitors into his office, let alone ones that allowed themselves into his space without permission. The door was kept shut at all times and the interior was unbeknownst to almost everyone who wasn’t within the Grandmaster’s inner circle.

That being said, as you stared at the magnificent tapestry behind Bi-Han, you couldn’t help but think yourself one of the lucky few to see inside the Grandmasters inner chambers, gazing at the tapestry that had wonderous embroidery and exploded in colour as it told a story of his ancestors. And though the circumstances proved unorthodox to you being here, you couldn’t help but take in the details.

Well… as unorthodox as bouncing on one’s cock could get.

“Do you plan on wasting my time any further? Or is this as fast as you can go?”

You snapped out of your runaway train of thought and looked Bi-Han; your steady pace slowing down to teasing strokes of your pussy on his cock, a dazed stare in your eyes. A smirk ghosted your lips as you slowed your bouncing hips and rolled them teasingly; a muffled growl of warning huffed from behind his mask.

“Are we ‘needy’, Grandmaster?” you could feel every inch of his cock inside you as your hips rolled. Every vein, curve, from tip to base. Bi-Han filled you up nicely.

“I am never— hnngh~ — needy.” Your unexpected bounce drew a strained moan from Bi-Han as his breath heaved to compose himself.

You hummed in amusement, continuing your teasing. “I think my speed is acceptable as is. Don’t you agree?”

The permanent furrow on Bi-Han’s forehead somehow grew deeper. “Keep up the attitude and I’ll show you how to really pick up the pace.”

Your face contorted into one of consideration; getting fucked hard and fast but the Grandmaster wouldn’t be so bad, but you were enjoying your teasing far too much to give up just yet.

You hummed and lightly scratched the nape of Bi-Han’s neck whilst raising your hips higher to bounce back down, sighing at the feeling of his cock stretching your walls out nicely. There was a fluttering to the Grandmaster’s eyes as his head tipped back and his hands trailed from your hips to your thighs, lightly squeezing the soft muscle. You chose to slowly increase your tempo and tighten your arms around his shoulders as you buried your face into the crook of his neck, moaning lightly in huffs of air right into his ear.

Bi-Han’s eyes rolled back with the heavy slaps of your thighs on his and he bit his lip beneath his mask to hold back his moans. Your hole was wet and soft, warm and stretched open only for him. No one else could open you up as he could and he was slowly losing himself to the feeling. Your nails dug into his shoulders and with the mix of the sensation of your pussy fucking onto his cock, Bi-Han whined and dug his fingers deeper into your thighs.

You quickly back peddled and sat up, looking at Bi-Han with a shit-eating grin on your face as his eyes widened.

“Did you just—“

The Grandmaster thrust up into you to cut off your sentence with a cry, but the grin on your face didn’t leave.

“Gods,” you sighed, “you’re so — ahh~ — pathetic Bi-Han. So whiny and desperate to be topped—“

Your legs were forced to lock around Bi-Han’s waist as his fast movements lifted you up with him still inside you and slammed your back onto his desk. His pace was brutal and unrelenting, pounding your cunt with slick noises filling the room; his balls slapping against you and splashing your leaking fluids against all surfaces. Your cries and moans joined the crescendo of noise while Bi-Han stared at you with a cold fire in his eyes, his hair falling out in strands to frame his face.

“You dare belittle the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei??”

His tone was dark and aggressive, dripping in venom of his anger but twisted with lust. His clutch on your thighs was guaranteed to cause bruises on them, if not breaking skin with how hard he was gripping. Your jaw hung slack with your eyes swiftly glossed over from the way Bi-Han’s cock hit deep inside you; your thighs folding you in half to penetrate at a deeper angle.

“What?” He spat. “No snappy comeback? Too fucked from my cock pounding your pussy enough to fill you up with the next generation of recruits? You are the one who is pathetic here, not me.”

Your legs began to shake as your body trembled. Your moans rose an octave higher as your hands scrambled to find purchase with the desk rocking beneath you. In the disarray, your fingers snagged on the edges of Bi-Han’s mask and pulled it loose, allowing it to fall to the floor aimlessly.

You saw the Grandmaster’s face in all its lustful glory; his eyes still in that permanent furrow with his lips in a scowl, but there was a wicked gleam in his eyes with his flushed cheeks that twisted deep in your gut and lit something fierce inside you. You whimpered with a high-pitch tone and Bi-Han’s lips sneered at your state of being with a grim laugh bellowing from deep within him.

“Does the thought of you carrying my seed leave you craving more? I felt you tighten around me just now; you truly are a pathetic bitch.”

The feeling in your lower stomach heightened in intensity and you rolled your eyes with a cry. You tried to communicate your peak of pleasure, but the railing you were receiving was too intense for you to handle any form of basic communication. The Grandmaster was not stupid, however, and pieced things together with the way your body responded to his motions.

“You want to release yourself onto me? To reach the pinnacle of your climax and cum on my cock?” He gave that deep laugh again, pulling you impossibly closer towards him and shoving himself in further; the desk quaking underneath.

You nodded furiously, incapable of words except for high-pitched noises and groans.

A rare smile shone on Bi-Han’s face. “Then cum. Obey your Grandmaster.”

Your nails clawed into his skin, deep enough to draw blood on his shoulder blades. Your legs thundered dangerously and you felt your orgasm hit you intensely and you came screaming Bi-Han’s name, legs spreading outward due to muscle spasms and shaking uncontrollably all over. Your tight cunt was like a vice to Bi-Han’s cock and his eyes rolled with an almost-silent whimper as his thrusts began to falter, but he screwed his eyes shut and huffed, forcing himself to keep composed and keep fucking you through your orgasm.

Your screams died into strangled wails and pitiful moans with whimpers mixed into your already limited lack of vocabulary. There were tears lining your eyes as you blinked for clear sight to see Bi-Han with closed eyes and focused on chasing his high.

“B…Bi-Han…” your words were so quiet you almost felt like you didn’t speak at all, but with the Grandmaster peering open to look at you with sporadic thrusts, you couldn’t help but grin meekly.

“Such a good boy… pretty thing…”

There were subtleties in the Grandmasters persona that only very few would notice; fewer than those allowed in his office. A twitch in his eyebrow, a quirk of his lip, and dart of his eyes. You noticed his pupils widen and blow larger with your words and his cheeks turn a darker red. His jaw slowly turned slack with his pounding becoming more forced into your cunt as he grunted and gave a groan before slamming his cock down to the hilt into your hole and burying it inside, cumming deep within and filling you up.

His actions made you whine as his hot fluid painted your walls and you felt him shudder inside you. Bi-Han’s breath was heavy with his eyes glossed over and half-lidded staring down at you with his hair completely fallen out of his ponytail. He gently helped lower your legs to a more comfortable position and you bit down a moan at the feeling of him shifting around.

“I think…” Bi-Han swallowed and rolled his shoulders back, taking a deep breath. “We may have caused some noise concerns.”

A giggle from you erupted into a laugh before you muffled yourself with your hand. You looked up at Bi-Han who wore his signature scowl and stared at you.

A creak was heard beneath you and you stopped your laughter. Another deep groan and the snapping of wood before Bi-Han grabbed you and hiked you up into his arms with your legs around him, both of you making oversensitive noises with his cock still buried inside you, before the desk partially collapsed. You glanced over your shoulder at the mess; the desk was still mostly intact, however where you had previously laid was a dip due to a crack from your combined weight and brutal activity.

“…that …was solid oak.” Bi-Han in shock after a moment of processing passed.

You purse your lips and turn back to face him, only to be met with the more rare of the Grandmaster’s treasures.

His genuine smile.

It was gone the moment he realised you saw, but that half-second would be burned into your memory.

Bi-Han cleared his throat and gently removed himself from you, groaning from the loss of contact and tightness as he set you down. Your legs shook terribly as you clutched onto his chest, feeling his cum slowly deep down your thighs.

“I’ll have a commission for a new desk tomorrow.” Bi-Han said. “Let me get you to get cleaned up.”

#mortal kombat #mk1 #bi-han #sub zero #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 2023 #Bi-Han is Sub-Zero #no beta we die like Sindel in MK1 #Bi-Han is always angry #maybe if he gets a good fuck he'll calm down

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