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A pair of little hands smacked right on Sky's face with no regard for his comfort as they scoured across it.

"You're very pretty," Skull Kid finally informed him once they were done.

The Chosen one grasped them firmly with all the kindness that gently sat upon his unspeakable wrath and forcibly removed them from his shoulders: "You're very nice," he replied kindly, "But if you could not shove your fingers in my eyes and nose next time I would greatly appreciate it."

The child giggled mischievously: "Ok!"

"Thank you," the young man sighed.

"You have a nice mouth," the imp continued, patting their own lack of lips for emphasis: "Very soft and nice. Good for giving kisses."

What a weird thing to say.

Sky gave them a quizzical stare as he repeated, in a curious tone: "Thank you."

"It's a very good mouth for kissing I think. Very nice and kissable. I bet you can kiss very good."

An idea on where this was going formed in the skydweller's mind: amused, he trapped the suddenly confused grey cheeks between his palms to pull them a little closer to himself, scooted his head under the wide brimmed hat, and planted a quiet yet powerful smooch on the imp's temple.

He laughed a bit at Skull Kid's frantically flapping ears and widening grin: "Don't tell your friend about this," he cackled softly, as if sharing a secret, "I don't want him to know you liked that more than we he kisses you. He would probably become mad with jealousy."

They nodded and snickered uncontrollably, fingers twisting together with a clackering rockus: “Oh, oh, but you could kiss him too!” they suggested, “Then he wouldn’t be mad! He’d like that! Every boy would like that!”

Something in that confused him: “Every boy?”

“Because you’re good at kissing!” they repeated.

“Thank you, I know-” (oh Hylia strike him, he could allow himself some hubris) “-But why boys?”

“What do you mean?”

“You mentioned boys would like that.”

“Yes! Boys are nice to kiss. On the mouth especially. Boys have nice mouths to kiss. They’re soft all over the face but on the mouth especially. If you find a boy nice enough you should kiss him on the mouth and it would make him very happy probably because you’re good at kissing.”

Sky found himself slightly worried by the knowledge of the fact that a 10-year-old (immortal and unfathomably ancient certainly, but still, 10 years old) somehow knew how it would feel to kiss somebody and specifically a boy on the mouth, which honestly should have most definitely been his most pressing concern if not for the weird insistence that was quietly making him shake with an unexplainable feeling.

“Skull Kid,” he finally spoke very gently, as if he was breaking horrible news to the child, “I don’t like boys.”

“... Really?” Skull Kid asked, genuinely bewildered.

He nodded: “I only like girls.”

The imp took a long pause, staring vacantly somewhere on the ground.

“Why?”

Well that was a question he did not know he would have had to answer to one fateful day.

“Because I do?” he finally tried.

“But you don’t like boys?” they asked again, flabbergasted.

“No?”

“But they’re nice.”

“Yes, you’ve said that - and I do like to have friends who are boys, but what I meant is I don’t like them enough to kiss them on the mouth.”

Skull Kid took a moment of pause to think: “You can see?” they inquired.

“I... Yes?”

“So you’ve seen boys.”

“... Yes?”

“And you still don’t like them?”

“No??”

“Hm!” the imp concluded, propping both hands on their hips. “That’s weird.”

Sky shortcircuited briefly.

“No it’s not??”

"Yes it is," and with that assertive reply they grabbed his hand and forcefully dragged his thoroughly confused self away from the wet clothes he was hanging up to dry and into the mostly unbothered camp, where they beelined directly towards the Link that smelled closest.

"Bell," the child called.

The captain stopped halfway through biting off the thread in excess as he mended a nasty but thankfully not very dangerous gash on Hyrule's shoulder to turn to them.

"Ye?" he replied, severing the thin line with his teeth.

"Bird doesn't like boys."

Both Warriors and Hyrule looked up at Sky.

He made a very vehement one-armed gesture with a face like he had lost any and all control on the current situation and had no idea how it could have all come to this.

"I know that." the scarfed hero replied, a bit puzzled, while tying the minuscule knot that closed the wound.

"That's weird." Skull Kid sentenced.

The affirmative tone (clearly waiting for an agreement) made him grimace further, a brow shooting up his forehead: "No? Not really," he argued.

The child fell into a deep silence for roughly half a minute. They looked confused. Betrayed even. Abandoned. Warriors caught a vague glimpse of pages upon pages of questions twirling restlessly like a tornado inside their little empty head.

“Yes it is,” they insisted finally.

“No, it’s not?” it was now Four who intervened, distracting himself from evaluating the rest of Wild’s arsenal (which had turned out to be a pretty boring and mildly infuriating job as most of it was of such horrendous quality that he had to - a few times physically, literally - hold himself back from smacking a few of the champion's shit weapons on his sturdy idiot head) “Plenty of people don’t like boys.”

The imp crossed their arms: “That sounds fake.” they decreted.

“What- why?”

“You all like boys, no?”

In the awkward silence that permeated the next couple of seconds Wind choked on his own breath, sputtered loudly, painted his whole face bright scarlet as if it were full of boiling water and nearly stabbed himself as he fumbled with the clawshot he was trying to figure out how to use.

Legend, in spite of his love for theatrics, opted to limit himself to a single loud cough to indicate his status as exception.

Six pairs of eyes turned to him to let him know he wasn’t fooling anyone.

“Cave doesn’t,” Wild snitched, getting a glare that might have shocked to death a lesser man despite the absolute fear in the eyes that shot it.

Skull Kid turned their head directly towards the traveler and stared into him as if they were not blind: “Why?”

The brunette jerked away, which almost resulted in him ripping his shoulder open all over again: “I don’t - like, people,” he stammered out as a defense, “None - nobody, I don’t like anybody.”

“Ah!” the imp immediately calmed down. “That makes sense then.”

At which point Sky shook wildly and allowed himself, unbound by their little hands, to explode in a wide array of equally large gestures, all conveying a very long and outraged narrative in a way that was equal parts hilarious in its insanity and terrifying in its extensive rage.

At last he regained his speech: “How does he make sense but I don’t?!”

“Cave doesn’t like anybody, so it makes sense,” they explained. “But you like girls but not boys. That’s weird.”

“It very much isn’t!”

“Yes it is.”

“Had I not been a gentle man I would have strangled you,” he accidentally slipped under his breath as his patience was wearing thin. Immediately he bit his tongue, but alas it was too late.

Time stared directly into his soul with the most burning gaze the skydweller had ever seen - a rather impressive feat, considering it was sitting upon the visage of a man laying face up with a cloth full of ice on his head after he had slipped while trying to climb up a rocky cliff by grabbing onto a rotten root that had broken and sent him barrelling all the way down a hill hitting every single rock on the way directly against his forehead.

(He insisted the milk was what had strengthened his bones and saved his life; Four very blatantly told him he was just a freak of nature, and everybody else except for the imp had been inclined to agree.)

Neither the statement nor Time’s glare were helped by Skull Kid grinning excitedly, pupils swallowing their amber irises as they yelled: “Do it! Do it! Do it!” at the top of their lungs, which they then proceeded to repeat obsessively whilst jumping in place and assuring him that something like that could have not killed them even if somebody really, really tried.

Twilight forcibly stilled them by pressing a wide hand on their hat and squishing down gently, like one might do to calm a cat.

“Would you mind explaining why liking girls is weird?” he desperately attempted to change the subject.

Thankfully, the kid took the bait instantly: “Oh, that’s not weird. I don’t know enough girls to like them, but I guess I could if I knew enough. It’s not weird.”

Warriors squinted: “How many girls do you know?”

“One,” they replied.

Legend rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“One.” the captain repeated skeptically.

“One,” they nodded. “And she was a fairy. She could have beat me in a fight but she was too small to fight me properly.”

“What about the Great Fairies?” Time asked.

“They don’t count because I hate them.”

The Hero of Time shrugged: “Fair enough.”

“Why would you?” argued Four.

“They’re creepy.”

Wild’s entire head retreated back in his shoulders as he wore a knowing, regret-filled grimace: “Also fair enough.”

“Then what’s weird about S- Bird?” inquired Hyrule.

“He doesn’t like boys.”

“We’ve established many people don’t.” Wild repeated.

“It still sounds fake.”

“Let’s put a pin on that before it spirals out of control-” interrupted Warriors as he swung his hand in the air in a few circles as if to rewind time and get back to point: “So the supposed problem here is that he doesn’t like boys, specifically? He could like boy and girls, but liking only girls is what makes it weird?”

“Yes.”

“So girls who like girls are weird too.”

“No they’re not.”

“How come?”

“Girls know many girls usually,” they explained. “So it makes sense.”

“... Could you elaborate on that please, because I don’t think I get it.” caved in Twilight at that point, having no clue what was going on and feeling as if a slight fever was overtaking him.

Skull Kid inhaled sharply and deflated with a huff, almost annoyed.

“Girls.” they started, with a sharp movement of the hands.

“Yes.”

“They like being around other girls.”

“Yes.”

“They make friends with other girls.”

“... Yes.”

“So they know many girls.”

“... Yes?”

“So it makes sense.”

A gust of wind in the direction opposite theirs prevented the whole lot from allowing themselves to just fall to the ground and shatter in a billion pieces.

“So what you’re saying is, because they know more girls, then they are more likely to know if they like them?”

Thank the Goddesses, Legend’s attempted translation was met with enthusiastical nodding.

Hoping for a straightforward response this time, he pressed on: “What about girls who like boys then?”

“That makes sense.”

Alright, that was on him.

One should never expect to get a clear answer from an unfathomably old preteen.

He hid his face in his dejected hands.

“Why?” Four sighed.

Silence.

Skull Kid opened their arms in a weird bout of frustration: “You’re all boys!” they exclaimed as if that would have answered everything.

“I’m not,” Wild found it wise to intervene at the worst time, possibly.

Seven pairs of eyes shifted on him with the same exact amount of confusion at first reserved for the child’s unintelligible answers.

“At least not today,” he clarified with a shrug. “It depends.”

"But you like them?" the imp asked.

"Oh, sure."

He got a solemn nod: "That’s fine then."

Twilight gave a general look to the rest of them, inquiring just to make sure: "Everybody else a boy?"

There were various sounds of agreement.

"Sure, I'll take that," Time answered vaguely never to elaborate on it again.

Hyrule watched as the attention shifted on him due to his rather noisy silence on the matter; he twisted his mouth before giving a strained 'eh?' and lifting his hands to move them as if they were the plates of a weighting scale, shifting up and down to signify 'kinda, kinda not'. Not in the mood to get into a brand new rabbit hole by asking for elaboration that might have ended up being harder to explain than they thought, the rest gave a few thumbs up and a couple more or less resigned nods.

“Alright, nice,” the rancher dryly concluded. He pointed his finger to the kid again: “What the hell did you mean by that?”

Skull Kid crossed their arms and squinted angrily, annoyed, as if a capital offense had been unjustly ruled upon them.

“You’re all being silly.” they grumbled.

Wind gave a triumphant ‘ah-HA!’ for some reason.

“I think it’s less about us and more about you being cryptic,” Sky argued.

“No,” they cut him off. “You’re being silly.”

“It’s because they think the question is stupid,” the sailor explained smugly, “So to them you’re all just being stupid not getting the very obvious point.”

“Oh, and you do?” Wild teased him.

The teen narrowed his eyes and twisted his mouth angrily at him, but didn’t get to answer before Skull Kid snickered, head rattling over their neck: “He knows that because he’s silly all the time.”

“Hey!!”

The imp retreated into their shoulders with a cackle as the older kid reached out to swat at their sharp smile.

Four decided they were getting nowhere with arguing: “We’re too silly to get what you mean,” he agreed, hoping this would get a more comprehensible reaction, “Could you explain it?”

Skull Kid threw their head back with a frustrated whine, but did answer: “Well, you’re mostly boys! And you can all see!”

“So?”

The imp’s shoulders slumped harshly as they stomped on the ground and pulled at their long ears; their mouth opened as wide as that of a felt handpuppet to let out a little shriek, little teeth biting at the air in such incomprehesible annoyance that it was about to make them cry.

“So you see how pretty you all are!” they whimpered as if their friends were pulling a particularly cruel prank on them.

“Why are you so sure of that?” Wind couldn’t help but rebuke. “You can’t see us.”

“Not true!” they argued, thrusting their hands in his face to prove a point.

Legend scooted over to get the wooden limbs off of the sailor’s face: “Well, you haven’t seen all of us.”

“I’ve seen...” the child stopped, and raised their hands with all ten fingers outstretched as if to clap them together. With a few quiet ‘click’s four fingers bent towards their respective palm; the thumb blocked itself halfway through, suddenly gripped by indecision. “Five. Four. Five? ...More than three. So I know you’re all pretty.”

“People have different faces, you do know that?” the vet pointed out.

“Yes I do and that is irerl- ir- irrerevalt.”

“Hm,” Wild objected, curling their nose up with an unsure grimace, “I’m afraid that’s not the word, bud.”

“Yes it is,” they shot back immediately before trying again: “Irerevant.”

The skydweller shook his head: “No, still not it.”

The swiftness with which the perfectly furious child turned to stare into his stomach (though they were probably aiming at his face) made him press his lips together tightly to hush himself.

“Irevant.” they struggled and sputtered. “Ir - ar - Irravant. Irravallt. Irrevalt.”

“You’re missing an ‘elle’ sound after the ‘ar’,” Four mumbled in their ear.

“Irre - Arl - Irl - Ir-re-le-vant.”

Time gave a single clap: “That’s the one!” he announced.

The kid gave an overjoyed ‘woo!’.

“I mean, you haven’t seen Bell’s ghastly face yet.” Hyrule slithered the conversation back into the previous subject, mischief glinting brightly in his face and seeming particularly blinding in his sly grin.

“Hey,” the soldier’s chest rumbled behind him as a warning.

“Trust me, you don’t want to,” and the traveler leaned in closer to the kid all conspiratorial and such, “It’s the stuff of nightmares-”

“Hey.” his doctor insisted, the soft pressure he exercised once or twice on the closed wound making the other flinch away weakly with his hands raised to prove he was desisting from continuing on his quest to ruin his reputation as the resident pretty boy to the blind and feral child-shaped racoon they had been dragging around for a while now.

Warriors’ problem turned out to actually be another when Skull Kid, suddenly not so certain of their lack of tangible proof or maybe just curious, slapped a little hand squarely in his eye and began scowering his entire face.

After a minute of thorough looking, they retreated.

“You can’t see,” they plainly told Hyrule.

“Yes I can!” he replied, only to get a palm smashed on his nose.

“No you can’t,” Skull Kid insisted, lightly slapping his cheeks a few times: “And if you can then you don’t see right.”

They then turned back to the captain, squashing his face again to get another good look at it.

“You’re very pretty.” they finally sentenced.

From under the forceful wooden palm came a muffled: “Thanks.”

“I do have eyes,” Hyrule insisted under his breath.

He got another slap, this time so weak it was barely a pat with a running start.

“What! I did get you to look at him!”

Skull Kid stared directly into his pupils for a interminable second.

Then they gasped loudly.

“It was a-” they interrupted themself, letting a long silent pause sink in before proceeding: “Trick!”

“Were you trying to say ‘ruse’?” Twilight asked.

“Perhaps.”

Wind cocked an eyebrow at them: “You don’t know how to say ‘irrelevant’ or ‘ruse’ but you know ‘perhaps’?”

The other kid shrugged: “It’s a funny word.”

“What part of ‘perhaps’ is funny?”

“All of it.”

“He’s right, it is a funny word,” Time mused. “Must be in the letters.”

Four glared at him.

“You know, at this point I’m pretty sure you agree with them on everything just to make us go insane,” he grumbled.

“I agree with him because he’s right.”

“That only serves to help my point.”

The oldest hummed. “We got really sidetracked,” he noted innocently, “To think we started from why Bird liking only girls is weird.”

“Can we let that topic fall, please?” Sky begged.

“No,” the oldest immediately shot him down, “I wanna hear how it ends. He was getting somewhere with it.”

“If I may-” Twilight pointed out “-They distinctly were not getting anywhere.”

“Because none of you were collaborating.”

“How can one collaborate if it’s impossible to understand what they’re supposed to collaborate with!”

“See!” the child squeaked, “That’s the point. You’re being silly.”

Legend groaned loudly and sufferingly.

“Before any of us decide to do something we will most definitely regret-” Hyrule took the chance to begin, signing ‘because old man there would beat our asses into the next era’ just so that the exact concept behind his words would be clear to everybody, “What if we go all the way back to the beginning and see what exactly has been said, just to try and make heads or tails of all this?”

Several disgruntled hums let him know there was a general agreement.

Now came the problem of who would be willing to shoulder the gruesome task of retracing Skull Kid’s vaguely comprehesible thought pattern; very luckily, Wind decided to take this one for the team.

“So the weird thing about Bird is that he doesn’t like boys but only girls,” was his first statement.

The other child nodded.

“And it’s weird because you think boys are very nice.”

“And pretty.”

“So to you it’s weird that someone wouldn’t like them.”

“Yes.”

“But Hyru- Cave, is excused because he doesn’t like anybody.”

“Yes.”

“And girls too, because usually they know many girls.”

“Yes. Then they can decide.”

“If they like girls or not?”

“Yes. Because they know many girls usually.”

“So it’s a matter of knowing enough girls to know if you like them?”

The imp fell silent. Very slowly, they nodded.

“So if Bird knows many girls, he could like them.”

They softly mumbled an ‘I guess’.

“I can assure you then that I know plenty of girls who are also my friends,” the Chosen hero spoke quickly, “I’ve met many. I’ve befriended many. My sword is a girl and I like her very much, she’s my friend. Is that enough?”

With the reluctantly conceeding way the menace sighed, Sky hoped the question had been solved.

Skull Kid swayed from one foot to the other: “You know many boys too, though,” they still tried to argue in a low grumble.

Wild shrugged: “Maybe he knows enough to know he doesn’t like them.”

“But they’re nice and pretty...”

“Girls are nice and pretty too,” pointed out Four.

The kid gave an unhappy hum, like a depressedly accepting growl devoid of bite. Was that the end? Had their stubborn child logic at last been defeated? Could they focus on something else and forget this hellish conversation.

“Have you ever kissed a girl?”

Of course they couldn’t.

Sky felt the urge to pinch himself awake despite knowing that it would not have taken him out of this ever continuing nightmare: “You mean in general or...?”

“On the mouth.”

A few gave a couple of quiet coughs, while others preferred silently wearing bastardly smirks. Sky held in a suffering sigh.

“Yes.” he answered.

“And a boy?”

“No - I told you before, right? I don’t want to kiss boys on the mouth.”

“But have you tried.”

“No.”

“You should try. You have a very nice mouth to kiss.”

“I really don’t want to.”

“You should try. If you find a boy who’s nice and says ok you should try. Boys are nice to kiss.”

“I’d be the one who’s not ok with that, though,” he argued.

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to.”

”But boys are nice to kiss.”

“But I don’t like them!”

Skull Kid huffed, and this time Sky huffed in tone and noisily crossed his arms agaisnt his chest before the child could try to beat him to it. The imp made a motion as if to ruffle feathers they no longer had before falling quiet for a minute more, gears turning in their little head.

“Are girls nice to kiss?”

They must have felt the eight stares directed at them, because they soon clarified: “I am thinking of a thing.”

“Can we know what the thing you’re thinking of is?” Warriors tried.

They ignored him completely: “Answer the question.”

The skychild hid his burning red face in his hands.

“... Yes,” he whispered.

Skull Kid held their mouth in their hand and hummed thoughtfully. They gave a second, longer hum as they narrowed their eyes into thin amber slices.

The Chosen grimaced: “I don’t like that sound.”

“It’s my thinking sound,” they replied.

“That’s exactly why I don’t like it.”

The imp snickered mischieviously, giving a much longer hum which slowly rose in pitch as it went on.

“Now you’re just goofing off,” Twilight reprimanded them. “What is it that you’re planning then?”

Skull Kid waved at the farmhand to shush him.

“Link.” they demanded.

Time answered for all of them: “Which one?”

“You.”

“I’m here.”

“Did you kiss a girl?”

“I did.”

“And did you kiss a boy?”

At that, the time traveler paused.

“Do you count as a boy?” he finally asked, hands flying into the air before anybody could vehemently sign several things and concerns at him with eyes the size of dinner plates (only exception being Wind, who looked as if he had gone into a brief cardiac arrest) to clarify: ‘I was ten years old.’

“In this case yes,” conceeded Skull Kid.

“Then I also did.”

“Which one is nicer?”

Again, the oldest of the Chain took a couple moments to think. His hand went to rest on his chin as he hummed once, deep in thought, fingers drumming on his cheeks he seemingly seriously pondered any possible difference between the two otherwise identical experiences.

“I don’t think I’ve kissed enough boys and girls to know that,” he replied finally. A finger went up to point at Warriors: “Bell probably has.”

At which point the captain sputtered loudly and planted a finger of his own in Skull Kid’s eye due to how quickly and strongly he reacted: “I very much have not!” he rectified hastily.

Wild laughed, feigning surprise: “You give up your whore privileges like that?”

Twilight’s neck nearly snapped as he turned to him: “You kiss your princess with that mouth?!”

“Wh- ! We can’t even swear now?”

“You sure as hell shouldn’t! There’s kids here!”

“Oh please!” he rolled his eyes and pointed to Wind, who would have probably been the one being reprimanded for swearing had he not been clearly too busy handling whatever he was in the middle of in his brain that was turning his entire body lobster red, like a weird allergic reaction: “He’s fourteen and a pirate!”

“Yes, but they are ten!” the rancher argued as he directed his protegé’s attention to the currently silent fae.

Wild huffed: “They know plenty of swears already!”

“So what, you want to teach them more?!”

“I don’t know what a whore is.” the child in question interrupted them briefly, causing a collective second of panic.

“Adult job.” Time answered instantly.

“I don’t want to know what a whore is.” his friend replied just as fast.

“Att’a boy.”

Finally snapping out of his embarassed stupor, Warriors shot all three of them a murderous glare before moving on to all the others (more or less subtly) wheezing and crying out of uncontainable cackles at his misfortune: “Why are you people ganging up on me anyways?! I bet some of you have never even kissed one single person!”

“That’s none of your business,” Legend intervened immediately, turning bitter and on the brink of fighting-or-flighting in less than a second.

The look in the captain’s eyes made him bite his own tongue.

“So you haven’t!” the scarfed one exclaimed triumphantly.

He then ducked as a pegasus boot was launched in his face, soon followed by the veteran’s entire body as the notably lighter man decided to skip the courtesies of a formal duel and opted instead to jump straight into duke-ing it out in a good old fashioned wrassle in the dirt, Hyrule only narrowing avoiding getting dragged into the mess as he snaked his way out from under the leaping Hero of Legend by literally crawling on all fours like a gecko.

Instead of doing anything to help, Time decided to drone out a quiet ‘fight, fight, fight’ accompanied by Wild’s much louder ‘FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT’ (which the traveler joined soon after) - all of which earned them a slap on the back of the head from Twilight before he ran to get the warring factions divided with Sky’s already on the way aid.

Wind was still busy thinking very hard and very rapidly and possibly forgetting how to breathe, so he did not actively partecipate to the madness and remained in his corner clenching his fists and jaw hard enough to break rock.

“Dear Gods!” Four finally cried out with such authority that all action ceased in that instant.

The smithy looked at the eight of them with unmeasurable disappointment.

“You people don’t know how to act!”

He stood up in the following silence and went to hold Skull Kid’s hand in his own.

“I’m taking the kid berry picking or something!” he announced angrily as he began gently pulling them away.

Time lazily stretched out his arm, hand paddling towards them without moving his entire body still laying on the ground: “No,” he wheezed out in a faux attempt to get him to stop, voice cracking a little with laughter as he got a middle finger raised at his face: “My boy!”

“You can have them back when everybody else learns to behave,” the blacksmith deadpanned.

The little menace let themself be pulled along placidly and willingly followed behind him without dragging their feet or saying a word, maybe looking forward to the food hunt the smithy had promised.

Then their ears perked up from beneath their hat’s wide brim, as if they had realized or remembered something very suddenly. Inverting the direction they were walking towards they turned around and quickly made their way back, leaving their entire arm still tight and snug in Four’s grip (letting it dislocate out of the shoulder with an audible ‘pop!’ that startled the wits out of the small hero) as they went to stand right next to the skychild once more.

“Maybe you’re a girl.”

Sky looked at them. Had he been anything like Skull Kid, his eyes would have been falling out of their sockets by how wide they were.

“Excuse me?” he begged, certain he had heard wrong.

“Maybe you’re a girl,” Skull Kid repeated unperturbed, “Then it would make sense. Because girls know many girls usually, so it makes sense.”

The surreality of the entire endeavour was suddenly settling back into his bones. He could swear reality was slipping away from him like a tadpole desperately wiggling down a stream.

He shook his head a few times, very quickly, to regain full possession of his body and argued, voice straining from how absolutely insane everything was sounding: “I’m pretty sure I would know it if I were a girl.”

Skull Kid gave a short squeak that sounded like a shrugging exclamation. They turned around, slipped their arm still held dutifully in Four’s back into its sleeve, and dragged him away to find berries as he had said.

#linked universe #sky lu #Skull kid #skullkid #warriors lu #hyrule lu #wind lu #twilight lu #four lu #wild lu #time lu #legend lu #random writing #sky 1 hour later: wait but WOULD i know it if i were a girl????????#AT LAST. IT IS DONE. GOD #this was an ordeal and a half #and its just 'skull kid refuses to believe in the existence of straight (probably cis men'#wild hoards all the genders and hyrule has one that is utterly unexplainable and times is whatever his wife and friends tell him it is

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gnocchighoul · 4 years

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Hmm.. kind of a random thing but that's how my brain works sometimes but hear me out! The Bros (plus undatables and Luke if you want) get turned into cats. What type of cat would they be, how would mc react, and how would they react to being a cat.

I had SO much fun writing this one. Thank you for this excellent prompt 💗

This is just the demon bros getting turned into cats, but I might make a part two with the undateables! :D

Lucifer

Oh he’s going to be so pissed off.

Seriously, even as a cat, his murder-death-murder-death stare is beyond intense. He will sit himself high up on furniture to glare down on everyone like the prettiest gargoyle you’ve ever seen.

Nobody is allowed to come near him. He will swat and hiss at anyone and everyone who approaches, unless they are approaching to turn him back into a demon.

BUT if you had nothing to do with this curse that’s fallen upon him, then he’ll probably let you near, as long as you’re not like, weird about it. Seriously, don’t baby talk at him, he’s not actually a cat.

Cat-Lucifer will probably just want to constantly stand on your shoulders and wrap his tail around your neck, which isn’t super comfortable because he’s not exactly small and dainty.

Also, every time you say something stupid he’s gonna bite your ear lol

Tbh he’s probably going to make you carry him everywhere like that and he’s gonna control where you go -- you know, kinda like ratatouille LMAO

Mammon

You know those cats that climb literally everything and anything?

Yeah.

When he first gets turned into a cat, he freaks the fuck out. But when he finally calms down and isn’t meowing up an angry storm, he’s gonna realize that this is a great opportunity. for evil.

He's gonna book it the second he realizes that he can literally be a cat-thief.

Nothing is safe from his grabby little gremlin paws.

He steals so much shit (wallets, Asmo’s jewelry, Levi’s limited edition collectors items--anything he can carry in his mouth or drag around) and then he stashes it all in your room, because unfortunately, becoming a cat didn’t make him any smarter.

Lucifer tasks you with just sitting in your room and keeping track of everything cat-Mams steals so that you can return everything to their rightful owners.

You quickly become used to cat-Mams sauntering in and out of your room every five minutes with his newfound riches.

So it’s a bit concerning when Mams darts out of your room after stashing a wallet in his hoard, and doesn’t come back after thirty minutes.

Naturally, you go looking for him.

You’ve only been searching for about twenty minutes, when pathetic meowing reaches your ears. You follow the sound, and--

You find him stuck in a cardboard box.

(before fishing him out, you take tons of pictures. He’s very upset.)

Levi

Levi is so distraught. He’s literally going to just wail and roll around on the floor until somebody picks him up.

He’s literally the crying cat meme.

Once he’s in your arms, do not put him down. He’s very sad and his reflexes really aren’t good. You know how you can just kinda toss cats onto the floor and they’ll land on their feet just fine?

He will not.

Is suuuuper jumpy and only trusts you (and maybe Beel, but he’s lowkey afraid that Beel is going to eat him.)

You should probably get him one of those bubble back-packs that cats can sit in and carry him around in that.

He has the worst time as a cat. He just wants to play his video games :(

(But if you give him lots of smooches, it’ll make his suffering a little bit easier to deal with. But like, he’s gonna turn into an overwhelmed ragdoll when u start giving him the smooches)

Satan

Honestly? He isn’t that opposed to being a cat for a little while.

But he’s also like. So hyperactive. Goes from 0-1000 in half a second.

He’s got the zoomies.

He’s gonna parkour his way around the house of lamentation, testing how fast he can zoom, how high and far he can jump (and how far he can fall without hurting himself)

He’s gonna do a backflip off lucifer at the speed of light and then sprint away as fast as he can to go wreck some shit

If you want to hold him, you’re going to have to catch him mid-air. If he doesn’t just squirm out of your arms and actually lets you pet him, he’s gonna stare you dead in the eyes, extend his claws, and then pat your leg with his lil toe beans.

You’re not entirely sure if that means ‘keep petting me’ or ‘stop it right now’ so you just kinda scratch his ears instead

Asmo

Even as a cat he’s beautiful and everybody has to see just how pretty he is.

He’s constantly striking poses.

Looking back over his shoulder. Stretching his leggies out so you can see how long and lean they are. Contorting his body in the WEIRDEST ways because he’s even more flexible now.

He does not run anywhere, he struts very daintily and model-like.

He’s gonna be so affectionate. Constantly rubbing his cheeks all over you, and leaning against you, but be careful while you give him pets because if you mess up his fur he’s gonna swat your hands away.

He’s also definitely going to be really annoying and constantly walk in front of your feet and trip you up. Where are you going, why aren’t you admiring him, dammit

You know how most cats hate water?

Not asmo.

He’s gonna make you fill the bathtub up to his chin so he can float around on his tiptoes with just the upper half of his head out of the water like a crocodile.

Then you have to blow-dry him until he’s all nice and fluffy and give him a good brush.

He will absolutely tolerate you dressing him up and taking pictures as long as you make him look nice. He won’t allow you to put him in stupid costumes (he’s gonna bite you when you bust out a lobster costume) but a pearl necklace? Hell yeah.

Beel

Feed him dammit, he’s starving.

Cat-Beel is going to gnaw on EVERYTHING. Furniture. Books. Clothes. Your hands and ankles.

It’s not anxiety -- honestly he really doesn’t mind being a cat -- he’s just so hungy.

Also he’s MASSIVE.

You don’t actually know that he’s been turned into a cat until you go to the kitchen for a snack and find an orange & white cat the size of a literal child raiding the fridge.

Which brings me to my next point -- he’s gonna be SUCH a snuggle bug. Like those really big dogs that insist on sitting in your lap and crushing you. If he isn’t eating then he just wants to flop on top of you and crush you with his love.

You can baby-talk at him if you want, as long as you give him treats and snuggle him.

He purrs so. Much.

Will also let u just roll him around and do whatever you want to him dkjncdsn he’s honestly the chillest out of them all

Belphie

God he’s so fucking upset at first, like claws out, hissing and spitting at everyone, full on tantruming upset, BUT THEN. but then. You pick him up and press a kiss to his sweet little triangle head and he bleps and it's all over.

Good luck getting anything done. Cat-Belphie is going to demand your full attention for snuggles CONSTANTLY.

No, he doesn’t care that you’re trying to research ways to turn him back, he’s gonna plop his little butt on the tome you’re attempting to read until you give him love, dammit.

Honestly, Belphie being a cat isn’t that much different from normal. The biggest difference is that now he can squeeze into weirder places to nap, which makes it very difficult to keep track of him.

After searching for two fucking hours, you, Satan, Levi, and Beel find him stretched out across the arms of one of the chandeliers in the dining room, like it’s some kind of weird hammock.

He’s fast asleep. Nobody knows how he got up there.

(To get down, he ends up yeeting himself into Beel’s arms.)

If Bells isn’t napping, then he’s hiding under furniture, waiting for his next victim to walk by so he can attack their ankles.

(also the most likely to bite u when he wants your attention)

((part 2 with the undateables))

#obey me headcanons #obey me hc #obey me shall we date #swd obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me #gnocchicanons

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So you know how I said I was gonna write a short Ray fic based on that garage kiss in Some Kind of Wonderful?

GUESS WHAT I DID IT

I’ll be posting it here and on archive of our own! Find me there at egonspenglersnose and give it some love!)

It’s based on this scene and this song if you need a little more context! Enjoy!

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She Loves Me

Word Count: 2939

Warnings: none it’s fluffy!

The day had started off normally enough, aside from the usual craziness that often occurred around the firehouse. Spring was in the air, and after what had felt like a bleak and oppressive winter, it was finally time to open up the doors and air the place out.

It felt good, letting the spring air in, and it made your overtime far more bearable.

You often stayed late a few times a week to make sure everything was caught up on for the next day when things got busy during the work week, something which Janine always appreciated greatly. Tonight was no exception, but the sun staying out for a longer time in the evenings definitely made it more enjoyable.

It also helped that Ray had lingered behind this evening to work on the Ecto. You had always been incredibly fond of him, and it was obvious to just about everyone that a crush had blossomed on your part.

You recalled the day you had met him; they had hired you on the spot mainly because they needed the help but also because you had a fairly impressive resume, and Ray was one of the first of the guys you had been introduced to.

He was quite honestly one of the best looking men you had ever met, and so incredibly sweet. You immediately liked him and got a good feeling about him.

You loved how passionate he was about the Ecto, and his overall knowledge of cars had always impressed you. Even if you didn’t know much about them, you loved his enthusiasm for them and it easily rubbed off on you.

Now, as you finished up the last of your paperwork for the evening, you could hear him tinkering away not far from you. Ecto had her fair share of problems, but there was nothing Ray wouldn’t do for that car. It was like another member of the team, and you couldn’t imagine the guys doing anything without it.

Ray would occasionally come in from where he was working for something he needed, and your eyes would meet on occasion. You had never had the guts to tell him of your feelings. Ray was just so cute and enthusiastic about what he did that it was hard NOT to give him heart eyes 24/7.

From time to time, you would hear him shuffle in for a drink of water or a missing wrench that he had left in the lab, smiling at him as you took in the sight of his wild brown hair and big, sweet eyes. How was it fair for one human to be that cute? You felt like you were sixteen again with the way you wanted to fawn over him.

However, restraint was a quality you possessed as well, and you hoped that you had been able to be somewhat subtle around him.

Oh well, maybe someday you would have enough courage. Sighing as you finished up your paperwork for the night, you stood to stretch your back, adjusting your jeans, purse and blouse as you made your way towards the door.

“She still down and out?” You asked Ray as you came to stand carefully beside the lovely car he had so caringly constructed and repaired. It really was his baby, in a funny way, and you respected the work that had gone into it a great deal. Ecto kept the guys in one piece, and you gave the vehicle a sweet little pat on the roof as if to say thank you.

“Not if I have anything to say about it,” he said, his voice echoing off of the metal interior before attempting to stand up too quickly and bumping his head on it. “Ow!”

“You okay?”

“Yeah, it always gets me like that,” he chuckled, rubbing the spot on the back of his head that had been bumped and smiling that sweet, bright smile of his at you that always made you melt. “Are you headed out for the day?”

“Yup, unless you need anything else from me that is,” truth be told, you would’ve gladly stayed all night just to hang around with him. Ray seemed hesitant to fully say Goodnight, and you couldn’t help wondering if he was thinking the same thing.

“Well, uh...hand me the socket wrench?” You had gotten a fairly decent rundown of which tools were which upon receiving your first car as a teenager thanks to your father, so luckily you knew exactly what he needed. “Thanks.”

“Sure thing,” adjusting your purse on your shoulder, you couldn’t help asking about a case that had piqued your interest. “How did that class 5 turn out?”

“The one from yesterday?”

“Yeah, that one sounded nuts!”

“It was,” he laughed, “Venkman’s aim is getting better, he didn’t make any chandeliers explode this time.”

“I thought that one was Egon?”

You both laughed, and part of you was thrilled at how naturally conversation came for the both of you.

Needing a socket wrench turned into needing pliers, but soon enough Ray ran out of tools to need and it was clear that he really just wanted to spend time with you. You weren’t about to object in the slightest, comfortably sitting on a nearby stool and watching as he worked.

Truth be told, he had liked you ever since meeting you on that first day. You were always kind to him, and listened to anything he had to say no matter how out there it was.

He also couldn’t help thinking that you were incredibly pretty and very smart, but his own shy nature prevented him from saying so the way he wanted to.

A long time passed with you talking to Ray as he worked, and it was quite nice. The sun was setting now, the light golden as it streamed in from the open door beside the Ecto, but you didn’t mind.

“So Venkman seriously busted up this woman’s entire China cabinet?” The conversation had strayed back to Venkman now, and you couldn’t help laughing. He was such an odd duck, and you always got a kick out of him and his wild antics.

“We were able to blame it on the ghost being rowdy, but my god, it was a mess!” Ray tried to smooth back his messy hair as he laughed again, his hands covered in engine grease and not helping the situation much.

“He seems like he can be a real peach when he’s not causing trouble,” you rolled your eyes, smiling as Ray closed up the Ecto’s hood.

“He teases me plenty, that’s for sure, but I love him. He’s one of my best friends,” Ray was clearly fond of Venkman, and you didn’t doubt that their bond was a special one.

“What on earth does he tease you about?”

“Mostly my luck with women. Not that his is anything to go by,” this got a gut laugh out of you, and you were surprised by how witty Ray could be at times.

“No kidding. What, does he think you haven’t got game or something?”

“He tells me women won’t want to kiss me since I smoke so much.” Ray rolled his eyes, and you couldn’t help thinking about how far from the truth that actually was. “Or he acts like I don’t know how to do it at all. I mean, sure, I spend a lot of time at work but I’m not a complete hermit.”

You both laughed again, and you sat your purse on the ground as you got a rather cheeky idea. Was it even smart to try and approach things like this? Would he go for it? God, you hoped so.

“I’m sure you know how. I mean, everybody has a general idea of how to lay a proper smooch on someone if they want to.”

He raised an eyebrow at this, thinking the phrasing was humorous and wanting to hear more from you on this subject in particular.

“A ‘proper smooch’?”

“Yeah, you know. The kiss that kills. Butterflies and rainbows and all that stuff.”

He watched you as you took a few causal steps toward the Ecto now, the gears visibly turning in his head. Was this some subtle attempt at flirting?

The nearby radio, which had been playing softly in the background the whole time, played a song that perfectly fit the mood, the lyrics softly ringing out as you contemplated what to say next.

‘Who made the rule

that I should always play the fool?

All the nights I suffered

when I need not have bothered…’

“I don’t think I’ve ever had one of those, now that I think about it,” he admitted with a half smile.

“I uh...I think I’ve gotten close, but never all the way there,” you tucked a bit of hair behind your ear, watching as Ray adjusted his uniform, which he still had on. It had smudges of engine grease on it now, and you found it endearing.

He realized that this chance was now or never, gauging by the look in your eyes that you wanted what he wanted and deciding to go for it.

“How would it work? I mean...you seem like you know more about it than me,” he took a step closer, and you knew your eyes were shining in an undeniably flirty way.

“Oh you—you want me to show you?”

“I mean...if you feel up to it. I’m no expert and I could use the help.” Cheeky man, you thought. You could certainly show him if that was what he wanted.

“Do you have your eye on somebody, Ray?”

He wiped his hands on a nearby rag, the tension heightening as you watched them and then met his eyes again. You had always had a thing for those wonderful hands of his.

“I guess you could say that, yeah,” he nodded, his big brown eyes warm and sincere and you knew what he wanted to say but didn’t right then.

Instead of pressing further, you nodded, thinking this might be the most fun lesson you ever had the pleasure of teaching anyone as you got right into it.

“Well...I mean, first you have to start off in a stationary position. That helps,” he was closer now, and your cheeks flashed a soft tinge of pink as the space between you lessened. You didn’t usually have it in you to be playful, but decided to gently hop up on the hood of the Ecto in an attempt to bring him closer. “Come a little closer than that. Can’t do a thing from that far away.”

You moved to scoot nearer to the edge of the hood, willing Ray closer and practically beaming as he closed the space between you both more and more with each step.

Had anyone else sat on the hood like this, Ray might have gotten finicky, but the sight of you so close to the car he loved so much actually only ended up getting him going even more.

“It definitely helps,” he rubbed the back of his neck now, seeing that this had clearly turned into something beyond just a lesson in kissing techniques. You could smell his cologne now that he was so close, which only seemed to set your senses on overdrive even further.

“Now, uh...do you know where your hands go?”

His eyebrows raised in what seemed like a mix of curiosity and confusion, and you couldn’t help the way your breath hitched now that he stood directly in front of you.

“My hands?”

“Yeah. They go on the hips of whoever you’re kissing,” the mood had certainly shifted now, and you felt more daring than you ever had before. A timid smile crossed your face as Ray allowed you to guide his hands to the appropriate place, and the realization that this was definitely about to happen made your stomach do leaps.

“Hips, got it.” God, his hands were so strong and steady and you didn’t even care if this got engine grease on your jeans, it was just thrilling to have him this close.

“Okay, now look into my eyes. Eye contact is important.” The both of you gave a shy, breathy chuckle as your eyes met, and you playfully shoved Ray’s chest. “Come on, we’ve gotta take this seriously if you want to learn anything.”

“Sorry, I get a little skittish with these things,” he admitted, and you shook your head with a smile.

“It’s okay, but the lesson isn’t quite over yet,” you said, your cheeks noticeably warmer. The tension was enough to make your heart race.

“Alright, and uh...after that?”

“Well, uh...my hands go here,” you reached up to loop your arms around his neck, inevitably bringing him directly between your legs and causing Ray to clear his throat.

“How do you, uh...I mean, how do you know that that happens every time?”

“I watch a lot of TV, I guess,” you managed a soft laugh with this, “now, uh...close your eyes.”

Ray’s heart was pounding. Was this seriously about to happen?

“Close my—? Oh, yeah, okay.” He nodded a bit, doing as you said and knowing he had wanted this for what felt like forever. He was so handsome up close, and you couldn’t believe your luck.

It was time to go in for the kill, and you didn’t waste a second.

Leaning in, the first contact was soft and exploratory, and it took Ray a moment to figure out exactly how to respond. But once he got the angle right, it was everything you had described and more.

The music swelled on the radio nearby, and you thought you could’ve melted right then and there.

‘The minutes that we missed

idle lips that should’ve kissed

and now gently together

The first kiss lasts forever

She loves me, she loves me

Oh and she loves me, all the time…’

Tilting his head a bit, Ray found just the right angle, and one kiss turned into what felt like a million. Your hands made their way into his hair, that hair you loved so much that often seemed to fly out in all directions.

His lips were soft and very pleasant to kiss, and it occurred to you that he must use lip balm of some kind. Ray himself couldn’t believe this was happening. He honestly couldn’t fathom how he had been lucky enough to end up kissing you like this, but he was, and he was putting everything he had into it.

Ray’s mind moved at a million miles a minute. All he could think about was how it felt when you moved in a rhythm with him, how soft your lips were, your soft body, and how GOOD you smelled—

He nearly sighed as he felt your leg brace around him to bring him in as close as possible, gripping your jeans to pull you close by your hips in return.

You nearly melted into a puddle on the floor at the feeling of his grip, so strong and firm on you like he couldn’t bear to leave any space between the two of you at all.

He must have shaved that morning, you thought, having expected him to have at least a little stubble and feeling surprised that there was none. Where on earth had Ray learned to kiss so well? Boy would Venkman have egg on his face if he knew about THIS.

Unfortunately for you both, you had to break away and breathe at some point, just looking at each other until you finally managed to speak.

“Well, uh...Venkman was wrong. Way wrong. Wow.”

“It was...I mean, was it like you said? Butterflies and—and all that for you too?”

“Are you kidding?” You laughed, “sheesh, I didn’t know you had that in you. You wouldn’t have any trouble hooking any woman you wanted if you kissed her like that.”

He seemed surprised and incredibly flattered, looking down and then back up at you with a grin and eager brown eyes.

“Was it obvious at all that I was referring to you?”

“I kind of hoped that was the case,” both of you grinned then, the final chorus of the song fading out in the background as the spring breeze blew in once more.

‘She loves me, she loves me

Oh and she loves me all the time…’

You couldn’t resist leaving a sweet peck on Ray’s cheek just because you could, earning a bright smile from him as he got a somewhat playful gleam in his eye.

“The guys are gonna be gone for the rest of the evening, and I don’t have anything else planned...would you want to grab some dinner with me?”

“Sure, but only if we can do more of this afterwards,” you giggled, and Ray helped you off the hood of the Ecto to stand you up and kiss you so that he could press you flush against him now. You were sure you looked like a cartoon character with birds chirping around your head as he pulled away.

“You drive a hard bargain,” Ray said, unable to keep from grinning as he took your hand, “but you’ve got yourself a deal.”

What a lesson to teach with anyone, you thought. He was a fast learner, that was for sure.

Picking up your purse, the two of you headed out, and you couldn’t help humming that lovely chorus to yourself one last time.

‘She loves me, she loves me

Oh and she loves me all the time…’

#ghostbusters #dan aykroyd #ray stantz #ray stantz x reader #ray stantz fanfic #ghostbusters fanfiction

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When you Proposed First...

Summary: You and your boyfriend have been together for a really long time. You couldn’t handle just being “Boyfriend and Girlfriend” anymore. So, you took matters into your own hands...And Proposed first!

Warning(s): Fluff, spoilers for Sanji’s past

A/N: Had a thought of how Sanji would react to me proposing to him and giggled lol.

Luffy isn’t one for getting the Hint for specific moods in the air. He’s pretty dense when it comes to stuff like that. So, despite being alone together on this very romantic outing on the Island your crew had been staying at for a small vacation after a recent battle. He missed a lot of subtle details you kept bringing up.

“---Luffy! Earth to Luffy! Hello!?” You shouted while hitting his head a few times, wondering why he was spacing out. You panicked a bit because you thought he was angry with you for your question.....You asked him to marry you.

Luffy never expected to find a girlfriend(or boyfriend) while traveling at Sea. Not that he’d ever planned on getting with somebody any time soon. His life was WAY too dangerous for anything romantic anyways. But even so...Meeting you, befriending you, and then falling for you...It all just.../Happened/. it wasn’t planned or expected, he never met somebody as strong as you were, even without devil fruit powers. You just kept surprising him with every day that you woke up.

You stood there while awkwardly holding the box with something /other/ than a ring in it. It was actually a small charm-like Pin that he could pin to his hat or shirt instead. You knew that he wouldn’t wear the ring because it’d easily break with his stretching abilities, he wouldn’t want to break such a valuable gift from his beloved s/o that he loved so much. “Is...Everything alright Luffy? Did I do something wrong?” You asked while tilting your head. Asking that question made him snap back to reality again.

Before you could respond though, he had pounced you. Clinging to you for dear life with this big dopey grin going from ear to ear. His face was blushing a pink hue as well. Pausing to grab your face and give you a big smooch, he chuckled, “Do you have any idea how amazing you are y/n!?” He asked, making you blink, but then blush as well. “I don’t know how you managed to read my mind but, I wanted to marry you too!” (He didn’t fully know what he was talking about here). Your blush got redder, he paused and blinked, “Y/n....Your face is red....” he commented, making you flinch then glare up at him

“S-Shut up...I just didn’t expect you to know what was going on is all!” You lied...He chuckled as he started giving your face kisses as he still clung to you tightly. You watched him put the pin right in the front of his precious hat. The sun was hitting him perfectly, so you watched a gentle ray glow on the pin.

You kept staring until he pulled out a small box himself that he’d been hiding for the past three weeks, nervous to give it to you as he’d never done something so big before...You held the box in your hand. and he’d gotten you the typical ring as well but, it wasn’t gold or silver. It was oddly enough...Purple? Purple was your favorite color after all, so seeing that he got you a purple colored wedding ring of all things, you knew he was the one for you.

Zoro was actually pretty quick when he realized he wanted you as his Wife. Each day passed when you two were dating for more than a few years now, would be met with “Please be my wife” as a small joke despite being pretty serious about it.

Today was no exception. At first he woke up pretty angry because one of his swords had gone missing...His childhood sword wasn’t with him this morning. About to scold you for taking it, he noticed that you were with Franky and Usopp helping fix it after a recent battle, since you couldn’t go on the island due to being sick, you thought these two could help fix it.

“---Hopefully this does the trick. The metal on the handle has been worn out for a while...It may need to be completely replaced when we reach the next Island in a few days.” Franky comments, while pointing to the dents in the golden handle. You picked it up to get a closer look at it. “It doesn’t just look like the metal part is busted either....It’s the cloth too. Which is something that I can easily fix myself.” You comment out loud, unaware that Zoro was listening in on the conversation.

Eventually leaving to go grab some food and booze, now that he didn’t have to worry on who stole his sword, Zoro sighed as he sat down in his secret drinking spot (that he shares with you of course). “Damn...I want her to be my Wife” he mutters to himself before taking a sip of the drink he was holding.

Later that same day, you had brought back the sword that you had “borrowed to try and get it fixed” for Zoro. before heading back from putting it back, you felt an arm grab your leg. And before you knew it, you were sitting right on his lap again as he hugged you tightly. You giggled as he pressed his face against your neck, his grip getting tighter, “You trying to hug me, or strangle me?” You teased before planting a kiss on his hair. “I want you to be my Wife” He asked again, which just made you chuckle because he’s been doing this for the last week now.

A brief silence filled the room, you squirmed a bit while you tried reaching in your pockets to grab something. A small box. You held it out awkwardly while blushing a deep crimson red from ear to ear. “....W-Why not...You become my husband?” You asked. That caught his attention real quick. He blinked as he started at the small box in front of his face, he reached out to open it and see two rings in it (one for each of you of course)

A big sheepish grin started to form as he ignored the pink hue on his own cheeks. “...I love you y/n...” He simply says while putting the ring on his finger, and then puts your ring on your finger. You giggled before reaching up again to give him a proper smooch that started turning to a passionate kiss. “I’m happy that your finally my wife now~” He jokes as he nuzzles into again and the two of you just cuddled together before dinner time.

You knew about the Political marriage between him and Pudding from Big Mom’s family. You figured out that something had happened when you saw that Pudding and Sanji had “broken up” when you two had started getting more serious in the relationship. You were Pissed Off knowing that he might have been cheating on his Fiance with you, but the crew later explained the full context of what happened (Usopp had to tell you the details that Pudding erased from Sanji’s memory so it didn’t traumatize him again).

After a rocky start to your steady relationship. Sanji has been nothing but honest with you for anything that you may have wanted to know about. He even offered to tell you his childhood at some point but you declined, saying “Sanji-kun...Tell me when you feel emotionally ready ok? Don’t force yourself if your not ready.” And after he heard that, he /knew/ the girl he had to be with was with you. No ands ifs or buts about it. You were the one he was going to Marry for Real one day.

Today was a special day for the two of you, and thankfully, you were on an Island to be able to celebrate it. This was your third year Anniversary together after the time skip of being apart. Sanji had surprised you with a /very/ romantic date to the local festival that was happening nearby since he knew that fancy restaurants weren’t your thing as you were too used to /his cooking/. You two had spent the majority of the festival with the crew, but after a while, you two had gone off to have your own little private date on your own. Sneaking off to the nearby forest for some privacy.

You knew that he was a Romantic Sap when it came to dates. You were the type to just stay home and chill there but, this was a special day so, you thought that you’d amuse him this time. By the time you two had managed to sit down and start eating the delicious meal he had prepared for the two of you (which included some of your favorites). Sanji was telling a big story that happened when you weren’t part of his life, doing silly poses whenever he’d quote his other crewmates, making you have a hearty giggle fit throughout his story.

Before he turned around, you got on one knee and held the Ring box in your hands and stayed quiet. You grinned when he turned around to see you but, completely /froze/ at the sight of you on one knee with the Ring box in your hands. A pink hue started to form as you started to get flustered, “Sanji-kun.....” You started, which made him gulp, anxious of what’s gonna happen despite knowing what it may be. “...Even though we’ve only been together for a few years without the Time skip included...” You paused again so you could pull out the ring, which was a nice silver ring with a very small diamond in the middle. he recognized this ring as you used to wear it on your chain. “Y-Y/n...You can’t...” he starts off, making you nervous, “That ring is yours...” he finishes while avoiding eye contact due to being nervous himself

You giggled, “Sanji-kun....I love you....I want you to have this. I’m willing to gift you something precious...Because your more precious than a silly ring.”

That did him in. That tiny speech of you claiming he’s more precious than one of your rings was what got him to cry. He cursed, flustered with himself, “D-Dammit....I-I should be proposing t-to you...Not the other way a-around” He complains with a dopey grin that showed his true feelings towards this. “...Will you Marry Me?” You finally asked, holding out a hand so that way you can put the ring on his finger if he said yes.

He didn’t technically say /yes/. But he did nod his head as the awkward crying turned into sobs. After putting the ring on his finger, he fell down to tightly hug you. He’d never been given something so precious in his life without it being taken away from him right after. You knew this though, and just allowed him to cry as you pat his head gently and giggled every now and again

“I love you y/n-san! I love you so fucking much!” He’d repeat, making /you/ get flustered with his chanting declaration of love to you. You hugged him tighter, “I know. I love you too Sanji...After all that you’ve been through...I knew that you were perfect for me, as both a boyfriend, and a Husband.”

Hearing those words just made him sob even longer. He’s never had somebody love him /like this/ in a very long time. And he can’t wait to continue to be loved by y/n for the rest of his life.

#luffy x reader #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #one piece x reader #spoilers for sanjis past

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littlerockerao3 · 3 years

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103 please 💙

I finally did it anon, I hope you like it!

Also, sorry if the ending kinda sucks I just god sad all of sudden and… yeah.

Btw, this is basically a compilation of Theon stealing Robb’s stuff

103. “Sharing is caring, now give me your fries”

Tw: mentions of sex and they’re naked at some point. Then it’s all just fluff.

~~~

Robb’s so used to staying the night at Theon’s sometimes he gets confused when he wakes up alone at his own place. Today though, it’s not one of those mornings.

It’s late in the morning and he’s cooking eggs, in his boyfriend kitchen, when Theon comes join him.

“Is that my hoodie?” Robb asks. The white hoodie with a small wolf print on the left shoulder is the first things he sees after Theon’s messy hair.

Theon yawns loudly and shrugs, “I don’t know, could be. Let me check…” he stretches his arms above his head and the hoodie goes up and exposes his bare belly. Theon nods at that, “Definitely”.

That’s the thing when Theon steals Robb’s clothes, they always look too loose around his shoulders yet they’re too short to fully cover his belly when he’s stretching. Robb kind of loves how that makes him look younger than his age. It also makes his features look softer, and when his hair is all messy like that... god, all Robb wants is to cuddle with him on the couch all day long.

“You thief” he says instead, sticking his tongue out at him.

Theon just rolls his eyes, slips his hands inside the hoodie’s front pockets and presses a kiss to the corner of Robb’s lip, “It just smells so much like you, I love it”.

Robb snorts, amused. “Babe. You wear my clothes more than I do, they basically smell like you by now”.

He’s not wrong, and Robb knows Theon knows. Robb’s closet at his apartment is almost empty, by now, it’s all in Theon’s closet and drawers. Sometimes he wonders how come he hasn’t moved in with him already.

“Hey, sharing is caring” Theon replies, taking one hand out of his pockets to pinch Robb’s side. Robb swats that hand away and rolls his eyes, “It is, it is.”

“You made breakfast?”

“Will be ready in five, can you set the table?”

Robb checks on the eggs, and when he turns back around to stare at Theon, he’s caught up in a proper kiss. It doesn’t last as long as he expected nor as they both wanted, but they know there’s going to be time for it later. It’s Sunday, after all.

“Sure gorgeous” Theon caresses his cheek, then moves to grab the plates from the cupboard and all they need. Robb’s hoodie goes up one more time, and it’s leaving Theon’s lower back exposed. Robb smirks, stare at those cute little dimples right above Theon’s glutes, and thinks that that hoodie is going to come off in a little.

Theon parts from Robb’s lips after the umpteenth overly dramatic howl coming from downstairs, “Why the hell is he howling like that?!”

Robb snorts, rests his head on the pillow, his breath struggling to go back to normal. He looks up at Theon, who’s still over him, hands still resting on Robb’s bare and sweaty chest.

“I think I forgot to fill up his water bowl” he says, his voice muffled by another ark and dramatic howl. Theon rolls his eyes, “Jeez, that’s a husky not a wolf”.

That could be: Robb found Grey Wind and his siblings in some alley, he just knows his mom was a wolf. His dad could have been a husky, cause Grey Wind is by far the most dramatic animal Robb has ever had to deal with.

Theon jumps out the bed, Robb already misses his warmth, and walks towards the door.

“Hey, don’t walk naked past him” Robb says, fixing the pillow under his head and running a had through his sweaty hair.

Theon huffs loudly, “God, he walks naked past me everyday Robb”, he says, yet still turns around and opens the nightstand’s drawer and grabs a pair of underwear.

“Hey that’s my underwear” Robb realizes.

“It’s the first pair I found” Theon rolls his eyes, as he puts the red underwear Robb’s mother got for him a few months ago, along with tons of more stuff, when Robb finally got his own place.

“It’s still mine” he mumbles.

Theon sighs, hands resting on his hips, eyes frowning in his typical “don’t start” stare. “For fuck’s sake Robb, it’s your house don’t you remember? Of course it’s your stuff.”

Robb shrugs, thinking about how actually his own place is filled with Theon’s stuff, and how Theon’s place is filled with Robb’s stuff.

“But there’s plenty of your stuff too here” he says, in fact.

That causes Theon’s upper lip to curl up lightly: Robb’s noticed how much he likes when somebody points out things like this. He just loves to know his stuff is at Robb’s place and Robb’s stuff is at his place, Robb guesses. That’s fair. Robb likes it too, though he doesn’t show it so much: it’s not like he wears Theon’s clothes everyday, unlike Theon does with his clothes, instead.

Theon puts one knee on the bed and arches forward to kiss Robb’s still puffy lips “Just grab one of mine so we’re even. And sharing is caring, by the way.”

He’s about to kiss him one more time, suggesting a round two would be very much appreciated, but Grey Wind starts barking and howling again.

Theon grunts almost as loudly at the dogs, only to yell right after, “I’m coming you dipshit, calm down!”

“Hey! Do not call our child that!”

“Fuck you”

One of Robb’s eyebrows rises as he stares at his boyfriend making his way downstairs to finally give his dog some water. Jeez, Theon looks good in Robb’s underwear.

Theon is still buckling his belt as he walks out the bathroom and past the corridor to approach Robb, who’s waiting at the door, “Hey I’m ready, we can go”.

Robb studies his boyfriend for a few seconds, before asking, “You don’t have a bag or what?”

They’re going to spend the night at Robb’s, cause Grey Wind is staying at Sansa’s (she talked about some dog resort and apparently she wants to take Lady there but wants to bring Grey Wind along “just in case Lady won’t make any friends”, and then they say Robb’s the dog mom) and it would be very nice to have sex in Robb’s bed for once, without Grey Wind scratching the door and barking, disappointed for being left out.

Theon just shrugs carelessly, “Nah I’ll just steal your clothes”.

Typical. Robb should have expected that. He rolls his eyes, ad wraps an arm around him, whispering, “The thing is, sweet boyfriend of mine, that all my stuff is at your place, cause in case you haven’t noticed, you keep stealing it.” He kisses his forehead, “There’s literally no more clothes at my place”.

He can see Theon struggling to hide a smirk, as a cute shade of red starts blushing his cheeks as he looks away and mumbles, “I don’t steal your clothes that often”.

Robb’s eyebrow jerks up in front of the biggest bullshit he’s ever heard, “You do”.

“No I don’t”

“You don’t?” Robb pulls the corner of Theon’s shirt, “You’re wearing my hockey jersey. There’s my name in the back, since when your last name is Stark huh?”

Theon’s cheeks are bright red now. It takes him the hardest effort to go back looking into Robb’s eyes and say, softly “Hey, sharing is caring”.

The sound that comes out of Robb’s mouth is more of a snort rather than a laugh, but he can’t keep the smile off his face, “You keep using that as an excuse”.

“Because it’s true!” Theon’s hands gently cup Robb’s neck, thumbs caressing his jaw.

Robb pulls him closer and tilts his head on one side, “It still doesn’t give you the right to steal all my clothes! Literally, my house is empty”.

He doesn’t mind, really. He doesn’t mind. If it was up to him, Theon would have moved in at his place already. If it was up to him, Theon’s last name would have been Stark ages ago, by now. He likes it when Theon wears his clothes, when he uses his stuff, when he acts like Robb’s stuff is his stuff cause that’s actually how it really is, after all. But he likes it even more when Theon blushes when someone points it out.

“I don’t see what’s the problem, we can just stay here, order Chinese and watch a movie” Theon suggests. Robb just stays silent, but keeps his eyes curiously staring at Theon’s, just to make him blush some more.

“Come on babe!” Theon exclaims, then he just jumps into Robb’s arms so suddenly that Robb can barely wrap his arms around his thigh to keep them both from falling.

“I hate you so much” he mumbles, giving in, as Theon smooches his face with kisses.

“So do I baby” he whispers to his ear, as Robb leads them both towards the couch.

When Theon opens the door for Robb to get inside he’s shirtless, his face is green and his hair is wrapped in a towel. Robb frowns, recognising the familiar smell.

“Is that my beauty face mask?” He asks.

Theon starts walking to the living room, “Yeah? Before you say anything: you left it here at my place for days, I’m allowed to use it”.

Robb waves his hand distractedly: he hasn’t seen Theon for three days, fuck work and fuck how tiring it is, and he doesn’t have the patience he usually has to tease him. He needs to kiss those lips a little, first.

“Wash it off, I need to kiss you” he says.

“Needy” Theon is smirking as he’s walking to the bathroom. Robb would like to take him seriously but it’s impossible when he looks like that. Actually, it’s impossible to take Theon seriously when he’s smirking. Actually, it’s impossible to listen to whatever Theon’s saying when he’s smirking cause you just can’t keep your eyes and focus anywhere but on those lips.

He comes back a few moments later, face all clean now and hair still a little wet but naturally wavy and naturally sexy. Robb engulfs him in a hug so tight he fear he could break some of his bones, he looses his grip just so that he can start kissing his mouth repeatedly before they eventually share one long proper kiss. They’re both smiling into the kiss cause they both know they’re thinking the same thing, that is: sometimes they still act like teenagers who just got together and that’s fine cause it’s funny as hell.

“Are you ready?” Robb asks Theon at some point.

Theon nods, patting his shoulder, and moving away from him to run to his bedroom, “Yeah, I just gotta put on a shirt. I think I’ll use one of yours”.

“I’m not even going to pretend to act surprised”

“Hey, sh-“

“Sharing is caring, I know I know.”

Theon comes out his room wearing Robb’s dark blue hoodie, the only oversized hoodie Robb owns (or used to own) that doesn’t expose Theon’s lower back and belly if he stretches out or leans over.

“N’aww, you’re learning” Theon says, squeezing Robb’s cheeks with his thumb and index finger.

“Let’s go.” Robb says, gently pulling Theon’s hand away from his face.

He’s driving today, so Theon takes control over the aux cord and spends all their small trip playing nostalgia songs. Robb’s new place has yet to be fully furnished, so they’re going shopping to get some knick-knacks, tablecloths, even some small plants, so the mess won’t be too huge when Grey Wind will knock them over.

When they get inside the car again, still having to decide which shop they should stop at next, Robb hears Theon’s stomach growling.

“You hungry?”

Theon keeps scrolling through his phone, searching for a new song to play, “Just a little. I could fancy a snack though.”

Robb doesn’t need to be told twice and turns to the nearest fast food on the way. Theon’s too busy figuring out which songs he wants in his new Spotify playlist to notice where they’re headed, until Robb eventually asks him what he would like to eat.

Theon looks around and his eyes lit up the moment he realizes they’re in line at the drive thru, “Aw babe, you shouldn’t have”.

“What do you want?” Robb repeats, smiling at him.

Theon waves his hand, “Just some French fries”.

They stay silent for a few minutes before they get to take their order and they’re asked if they want small, medium or large fries.

“Large” both Robb and Theon say at the same time, Robb says it out of instinct and it causes Theon to extend his hand to squeeze his cheeks one more time, “Aw you know me so well!”

Then, Theon reaches for his wallet in his pocket, “Here, I just-”

“I got it” Robb hands the cashier his card before Theon can even do anything. He hands him his fries and gets a kiss on the cheek in return, “I really don’t deserve you”.

Robb tries to ignore how his cheeks are feeling warmer, so he lightly shakes his head and says, “It’s just some fries”.

“You noticed I was hungry and you got me food. You’re adorable.”

Theon silently eats his fries. Robb stops the car near some park so they can go take a walk in the meantime. Theon is humming the song they just heard in the car, it was one hell of a catchy song and Robb would probably have it stuck in his head too, if he hadn’t just realised that maybe, just maybe, he’s hungry too.

“What?” Theon asks him the moment he catches him staring at him eating.

“Can I have one?” Robb asks.

Theon frowns and immediately shakes his head, “No way, get your own!”

That reply is so unexpected it causes Robb to chuckle against his will, “Excuse me?! I literally paid for them!”

“You could have got your own!”

Robb folds his arms against his chest, “Well sharing is caring, now give me your fries.”

Now Theon is laughing too, he grabs one of the fries and feeds it to Robb.

“God I seriously should have got my own too” he mumbles, and Theon hands him the packet of fries afterwards, “I guess we can share”.

“Thanks babe” Robb smiles, extends his hand to grab the pack and notices the small silver thing around Theon’s wrist.

He frowns, “Hey, is this my bracelet?”.

“You left it at my place” once the pack is in Robb’s hands, Theon hides his own inside the pocket of his hoodie.

Robb’s eyebrows are both raised in confusion and amusement now, “And you thought wearing it was better than returning it?”

“I like to wear your things, okay?!” Theon’s a blushing mess. He’s smiling, tho.

“Oh believe me I noticed”

Theon just shrugs, “It makes me feel closer to you” he confesses, avoiding any kind of eye contact.

Robb grabs him by the arm and forces him to look into his eyes, instead.

“Even when I’m right here?” He asks, smiling wickedly at him cause god, how he loves to see him blush like that.

Theon chuckles nervously, then moves to caress Robb’s cheek, “Yeah especially when you’re right here.”

Robb doesn’t get it, but doesn’t say so. He just wait for Theon to understand it on his own and eventually explain himself. It takes him a few minutes and one deep breath, but in the end he says, “Sometimes I wonder how the hell is possible that you’re with me and it helps me, cause then I’m just “of course he’s with me, I’m wearing his briefs””.

That confession is lovely, though Robb doesn’t like how insecure Theon still seems to be. “Insecure” and “Theon” aren’t exactly words that look good if put next to each other, but sometimes it’s just this way: when it comes to their relationship, Theon gets insecure at times. Insecure of himself, like he doesn’t deserve Robb. Robb will never get tired of telling him he’s all he wants and he could never replace him, but sometimes he just wishes Theon would understand it.

“We’ve been together for years by now, hon” he tells him gently.

Theon just shakes his head, “Doesn’t change a thing. I’ll never get used to how amazing you are”

He leans forward to kiss Robb’s lips. They should be having a serious conversation right now, but Robb fears it’d ruin the mood. They can talk about it tonight as they’re lying in bed, that’s usually the moment when they share their deepest conversations. Right now, he just smiles at him as he pulls away, and says, “If sharing is caring does it mean I can wear that beautiful white shi-“

“Absolutely not”

Yeah he should have expected that. Still, “But-“

“Your big ass shoulders would rip it” Theon shakes his head firmly and pats both Robb’s shoulders with his hands, as if to prove his point.

Robb pouts, “You love my big ass shoulders”.

“I sure do, but I love my expensive shirts too”.

“Then can I wear your purple hoodie? The one with the squid?”

Theon’s eyes lit up. It looks like a bulb just turned on above his head, like Robb just gave him the best idea ever.

“Now that would look good on you.” He says, “You know what else would? My cream jumper. God you’d be so adorable with that on. We need to go back to my place so you can try on all my clothes. Come on, let’s go.”

Robb lets him grab his hand as they basically run to the car. When they get home, Theon literally makes him wear all his clothes (expensive shirts excluded, of course). They all smell like Theon. Robb gets why Theon likes to wear his clothes so much, this actually does make him feel closer to him.

Though he notices that night, that the sheets smell like both of them, instead. He doesn’t know how come he never noticed this, but it’s the best smell in the world. Theon is sleeping in Robb’s pyjamas, Robb is sleeping in Theon’s. It all just feels so good.

#throbb #throbb one shot #Theon x Robb

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yamithediaperdork · 3 years

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Billy's Birthday Bash part 1 (DC)

Billy yawned and sat up in bed, reaching over and turning off his alarm clock which was blabbering away about how the justice league had saved the day last night, again. from alien attackers, Again.

"Like I don't know that." Billy muttered, swinging his blanket off and twisting in his bed so his bare feet could hit the floor. "I was only there."

Billy Batson after all was the secret identity of the world's mightiest mortal Shazam, gifted with gifts from seven gods and one of the league's heavy hitters.

Just thinking about that brought a smile to the 13 year old hero's face and he turned to pose in in the mirror in his bedroom, and then his face fell as he saw his reflection.

while once he said his magic word he was a 6'9 muscled beefcake, the image looking back him with it's scrawny arms and chest which were covered with a faded flash themed PJ top while around his hips was a semi bulky and again flash themed overnight diaper, that was drooping from being used many times (Thankfully only wettings though, something he confirmed with a quick pat to his padded rear and a sniff of the air) despite Billy having only made it to bed at around 3 am.

He hadn't of been worried about getting in trouble for being out so late though.

the once orphan had been happily adopted and taken in by one Barry Allen and got alone great with his new dad and tried to be pleasant around Miss west, Barry's girlfriend who came over often enough to have her own key.

It wasn't that she was unpleasant or anything, it was just with Billy's 'problems' acting up bad enough that he needed his diapers basically 24/7, she insisted on diaper checks, even in front of her nephew Wally who'd come over sometimes with her and was like the coolest guy ever!

The reason why he hadn't of been worried about Barry finding out though was because Barry was also a member of the Justice league, ironically the Flash who's symbol had been on the front of the bulky diaper at one point.

"You'd think he'd be mad these things even exist since till Bat's set up that account for us there was no way to collect royalties." Billy grumbled to himself.

But when asked Barry admitted if he could help kids like Billy who had potty issues feel big and brave like superhero's, He was fine with the diapers being made and mostly didn't touch his share of the royalties.

though as Billy's legal guardian Shazam couldn't touch his share either without permission and was irked that Barry would use some of Billy's money to stock up on his diapers.

"I'm teaching you to be reasponable. if you have to pay for the diapers you'll be less likely to rip them up like that first pack Iris got you." Barry had reminded Billy, with a smirk on his face but a slight stern tone.

"I said sorry..besides they had stupid ponies and stuff on them." Billy had whined back.

still he fell in line and even if he had wanted to just blast the diapers with his lighting some times and suck up the wasted cost, with his new day's symbol on it he just couldn't do it.

Since he was only wet Billy was allowed to change himself, there had been the great carpet incident a few days after he'd moved in trying to change a dirty diaper on his own and Barry had made him pinky swear to ask for help with those.

since Billy was on the family plan and had his own cell phone he could just discretely call Barry when he was smelly, though thankfully his daytime accidents were few and fair in between.

Snapping the tapes off Billy had a minor moment sulkiness again since his budding pubic hair had been shaved clean because of his diapers, though he had to admit Barry had been right, he was getting a LOT less rashes.

balling the soggy diaper up and holding it out with one hand, Billy took a deep breath and pinched his nose with the other one as he stepped on the foot petal for his diaper pail and dropped it in, not wishing to smell memories of diaper past.

with that done he walked around enjoying the lack of a waddle in his step for the precious few moments he would and tugged opened his version of a underwear drawer, stocked full of daytime and overnight flash brand diapers.

"Gee, what's a boy to wear, flash themed disposable undies or flash themed disposable undies?" He asked, tapping a finger on his chin and smirking a little."the struggle is real for 13 year old pants wetter."

"heh, Oh really?" Came a voice from the doorway and Billy yelped and tugged to tug his shirt down, even though he knew Barry had seen everything.

"B-Barry knock!" He huffed, and blushed, hands over over his crotch now.

"I did, someone was off in his own little world.. in fact so off he forgot what today is." Barry said and smirked, pointing over to a Shazam themed calendar on the wall, with the dates date circled in red."Your not 13 anymore silly. Happy birthday~"

Billy, who normally was ignored on his birthday either by choice or lost in the shuffle while in foster care really had forgotten and now grinned big time.

"That's right! I get a real party, with cake, and ice cream an-" Billy was saying and was cut off as Barry zipped over, a little bit slower in his blue jeans and denim shirt but not by much and was ruffling Billy's hair.

"And you get a birthday spanking." Barry teased, but winked to let Billy know he was joking.

"Try it and I'll saw you know what." Billy giggled and blew a raspberry.

"Hmmm flash vs. Shazam in a spanking fight. we could sell out areas. But At last, your butt's just too cute to mare." Barry chuckled and gave the boys chubby cheeks a soft pat before zipping back to the door frame.

the pat while gentle, was unexpected and Billy yelped and a little trickle of pee came out, something Barry missed but the now hard wood floor of Billy's room could handle it.

"Finish getting dressed buddy and I'll get this cleaned up in-"

"Don't say it!" Billy groaned rolled his eyes.

"A flash!" Barry said, zipping off as Billy snatched a pair of daytime diapers out.

'He's so corny sometimes.' Billy thought.

Dressed in a red t-shirt and a baggy pair of black shorts that did a good job of hiding the bulk of his padding (there there was a tell tale crinkle for those listening for it) he made his way to the dinning room and grinned ear to ear as the table was loaded with chocolate pancakes, blue berry waffles, fried eggs, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages and a pitcher of chocolate milk and a pitcher of orange juice.

with how fast Barry's metabolism was he was always making big meals and was part of the reason Billy had put on some much needed wait, but even so, this was above and beyond.

with drool trailing down his chin he grabbed a plate and looked over the feast, almost at a lost of where to begin.

"heh, Did daddy do good or did daddy do good?" Barry asked, zipping into the room.

"This. Is. Awesome!" Billy squealed. "Was this all you or did Iris help too?" Billy asked.

"She's out of town on a assignment for a news papers, she's sorry she's gonna miss the party." Barry said, looking sorry.

"Well it's ok." Billy said, starting to load up his plate, a impish grin coming across his face. "we can just have anther party with more cake when she gets back. It'll be hard having all that sugar and getting double presents, but it's a sacrifice I am willing to make." he said, topping off his plate and plopping his butt onto his special chair.

with his bulky diapers and the fact he leaked sometimes, Barry had gotten him a dinner chair with sides coming up to the middle of his tummy so Billy wouldn't lose balance and fall off, and it had a plastic cover for a easier clean up instead of the stained oak that the rest of the chairs had.

Naturally Billy had been least then pleased at the fact he had a toddler chair but after falling off of the other chairs three times he'd finally bit the bullet.

"Oh, your willing to have two party's huh? truly, your a saint among men. We'll see what happens." Barry said, coming over and getting his own plate while taking a second to mentally gush at just how adorable Billy looked, his legs kicking under the table as he scooped food in his mouth like he hadn't eaten in a month. "Heh, wow, and I thought I was fast..slow down before you choke buddy."

Billy as normal, took that warning as a challenge and sped up.

After 4 helpings Billy just sat back in his chair, burping softly and groaning as he put a hand to his belly, not even offering a fight as Barry came over with a cloth to wipe his face and hands.

"Did somebody maybe eat more then he should of?" Barry asked sweetly, as he helped the groaning boy out of the chair, and after a second picked him up, setting him on his hip and patting his back.

Billy's reply was a loud blench and Barry winced, glad he'd had the foresight to get Billy's head over his shoulder.

"well put. any follow ups?" Barry chuckled, and kept patting, this wasn't Billy's first semi food coma and he doubted it would be the little thunder champions last.

Billy went to open his mouth to say something then a loud booming fart blasted out of his bottom and for a split second Barry wondered if his arm would of been burnt if not for the padding.

"I-I didn't..I.." Billy whimpered and buried his head into Barry's shoulder and Barry could feel the heat from the boys face.

"Hey..hey..it's ok. fart's happen. besides you've gone uh-oh in my lap so this is hardly worse." Barry said, tilting his head and giving the poor blushing little guy a smooch on the head.

"N-Not helping!" Billy whined.

"Ok ok, I'll drop it.. here let's get you sat down and watching some carto-" Barry started to say but anther thunder poot from the champion of lighting cut him off.

"gawd! that stinks!" Billy whined.

"...Or Maybe you wanna go and sit on the potty." Barry said trying to be nice, but the boy wasn't wrong.

"I know when I have to go poop Barry!" Billy huffed and two more loud farts came out and the boy switched from huffy to shocked. "..and that would be right now. Potty daddy!"

Any other daddy wouldn't of stood a chance in the world, But Barry Allen didn't call him the fastest man alive for nothing, but even then it was a close call as he barley got Billy's shorts and diaper down and got him on the toilet before the boy started to unleash hell.

Knowing how Billy valued some privacy, Barry left almost as quick as he'd gotten him in there, though not before bringing a few room freshers into the bathroom and opening a window.

'don't want him to pass out form his own stink.. man..I wonder if there's anther god powering.. skunkculues, champion of stink.' Barry mused as he waited outside the bathroom door just in case he was needed.

Billy groaned as he hunched over and pounded a fist on the sink's counter, wondering if maybe he had a natural power over lava because that's what this felt like as he made use of the potty.

His own stink was assaulting his nose though thankfully daddy had set it up so it would be as bad, though he still ended up having to flush a couple of times just to help with the smell.

Sweating, Panting and feeling drained, he barley had it in him to wipe himself when it was all said and done, and swore he'd never cram that much food into his tummy again all at once.

(of course since he swore that once every three or so days the oath may of fallen on deaf ear.)

which his cheeks wiped, Billy went to stand up on shaky legs and plopped back down, then noticed the shart stains in the back of the diaper and signed.

"Dadddd..IUh...I need help." he called out. huffing and slumping, elbows on his knees and waiting.

when the door opened up and his cousin/cool bro via adoption opened the door Billy yelped and in vain tried to cover up the diaper around his ankles.

4 minutes earlier...

Wally who had retired from the superhero game while going to collage and trying to be a CSI like Barry, had surprised Barry by showing up for the party.

"Wally! good to see you!" Barry had said, shaking the younger mans hand, but then, ever the good daddy/uncle had narrowed his eyes. "Aren't you suppose to be in class right now?"

"The professor for the only class I had today had a family emergency, so the class was called off, and I was gonna try and make it anyways." Wally said, keeping his voice down and Barry picked up on it and kept his down as well.

"Ah, a birthday surprise for Billy." Barry said and smirked. "you know he thinks the world of you right?"

"I might of picked up on that. hence why I pretend not to notice his little problem." Wally chuckled and ran a hand though his orange hair. "you'd think he would of linked how Aunt Iris doesn't do bum checks when I'm around with it buttt.."

"Heh, Well he see's what he wants to see. He's on the potty right now though so maybe if you hi-" Barry started to say when his com beeped.

it wasn't his JL com, but the one he'd given the Meta human crimes department for central and Keystone city, being the hero of the twin cities.

dashing over he answered it, and frowned, then dashed back to Wally but even as he did he was in costume.

"I hate to do this, but Weather wizard and Captain cold are causing heck in Keystone. could you stay with Billy? he might need a little help." Barry said and gestured his head to the bathroom.

"Of course. Listen, if you need any back up.. I might not have my costume, but after Billy gets out.."

"Hey, I'll handle it. I'll be back.."

"in a flash. I know I know." Wally groaned, having the same opinion as Billy about the phase.

Barry just smirked like it was the worlds greatest dad joke and took off.

"W-Wally!? Get out! I-" Billy was whining and had actual tears welling up in his eyes, making Wally just wanna hug him.

"Billy, Billy listen to me, Barry had to go and fight the rouges, I came here for your party..and I've know about your diapers since Barry adopted you." Wally said, cutting right to the chase.

"..No you haven't! I was super careful and someone as cool and awesome as you wouldn't wanna hang out with a diaper wetting baby!" Billy whined, in denial even as Wally sighed and shook his head.

"Really Billy? I'm training to be a CSI, so I'm learning to notice little things, I move at super speed, not as fast as Barry but still, and you crinkle lots." Wally listed off on his hand, raising fingers, then giving Billy a hurt look. "Also, you think SO little of me I wouldn't wanna hang out with a awesome and cool little guy like you just because you have accidents?"

"But..I.." Billy whimpered and sniffled, and went to wipe at his tears with his arm but Wally was there, with a wad of tissue.

"Hey, it's ok Billy. Truth be told, I wet the bed for 3 years after getting my powers. But My Parents weren't as nice and Uncle Barry and aunt Iris. they were the ones who looked after me like they're looking after you now. so no more tears alright? let's get you dressed and then we can play some video games." Wally said, and ruffled the boys hair.

Billy gave him a smile and then hugged Wally's waist, and the 19 year old almost melted and patting his head.

Tossing the dirty diaper, Wally got Billy in a clean over night diaper, and added powder, though Billy whined a little he was pacified by Wally saying he thought those looked cooler.

Going off of that logic Billy when offered a pair of baggy pants to go over the thicker diaper went all shy.

"uh. well..I mean.. if you wanna see this diaper because it's cuter.. and we're not going out anywhere.." Billy said, squirming and shifting all around.

"..I do think it's cuter, and Barry said he'd call if he needed us. Uh.. " wally trailed off and then blushed himself, and put a hand behind his head. "I have ONE question that's been bugging me."

"heh, what is it?" Billy said, holding up his arms for the older boy to pick him up.

"when you change.. do you have to take the diapers off first or..how does that work?!" Wally asked, picking him up and gushing as Billy cuddled in.

"heh, Nah, the big guy isn't padded, and as to how that works.." Billy paused and let wally hold his weight as he spread his hands, wiggling his fingers.

"Maggggggic~"

Wally snorted and smirked.

"your such a dork sometimes you know that?" he asked playfully, carrying Billy at normal speed down the stairs.

"Pffft please, I've seen you marking out over dad's cases when going over them with him, and not his stuff as flash, but as Barry Allen,CSI."Billy teased back.

Wally huffed and blushed himself and then smirked.

"You're lucky your cute or I'd super speed your butt to central park right now."

"heh, you wouldn't do that, A) because I'd say the word and leave, B) because Dad would kick you butt and C).." Billy said and tapped Wally's chest as he listed off his points. "You'd made me cry and hate yourself for it~"

"..Dang, guilty as charged."

Getting into the living room, Wally sat Billy on the couch and then went to look though the selection of games they had for two player.

"Super monkey fury 5 good for you?" He asked, looking over his shoulder.

"Um..whatever YOU think is a cool game!" Billy said, and gave a big grin.

he might of been 14 but in his diaper and t-shirt, and all eager to please his 'big bro' figure, he looked like a toddler.

"Heh, it's YOUR special day Billy, whatever YOU wanna play we'll play it." wally chuckled.

"W-Wellll.. Dad doesn't let me play Duty calls a lot because it's so violent.." Billy said, poking two fingers together.

"..I think Barry will understand." Wally smirked and put the game in, coming over with controllers for both of them.

As Wally sat down he was surprised as Billy moved from his spot next to him to sitting in his lap.

"heh,What are y-"

"it's MY Special day right?" Billy asked, flashing his imp smirk. "So I can sit anywhere I want.. rightttt?"

"heh. of course."

Barry hated how long it took him to deal with the rouges, they had gotten reinforcements from mirror master so it took longer then he would of liked to finish up, plus then he had to deal with the police over and handle the press, all part of keeping up the hero image and while any other day it wouldn't of irk'ed him, knowing he was missing out on Billy's big day, he was short tempered

he had almost snapped at Detective Morro, a long time friend on the force in both identities but caught himself.

"you ok Flash?" his friend asked.

"I..I'm missing out on my kid's birthday party for this." Barry admitted.

"heh, didn't know you HAD a kid. go on, get." the heavy set cigar chomping hard ass said. "We'll try to manage without you for the rest of the day...Oh, tell yer kid happy birthday."

"heh, Will do!" Barry said and after a trademark flash salute, was off and running.

Getting back to the house Barry found Billy in Wally lap and whining a little, sucking his thumb and a kiddy cartoon was on the TV, much younger then Billy usually liked to watch.

"Hey guys, I'm back, whats going on?" Barry asked.

"Oh well see, I was a jerk and tried to make Billy play a game I like an-" Wally started to speak up but a whimpering Billy cut him off.

"Noo! it was me! I made Wally play duty call's with me and it was way more awful then I thought and I know I've done worse as you know who but but..I dunno and I started to cry and and-" Billy whined and whimpered.

"..Billy when your Shazam you have the wisdom of Solomon that let's you work out why you have to do the things you do. not so much as yourself. that's why I didn't want you playing that, you're not in trouble, either of you but I think we're gonna keep it to cartoons or silly games for the day." Barry said, coming over and as Wally hugged the whining Billy in his lap, Barry did too and Billy sniffled and smiled.

"Kay"

with Billy calmed down, they sat down for a few episodes of different baby shows, with billy giggling and clapping alone even if Wally and Barry were bored out of their skulls. trying to break it up they pulled out a few board games but after having to watch Billy do his 'i won you lost' diaper booty shake 4 times in a row (which admittedly was pretty cute with his diaper butt on display) they switched from candy land to clue, where Wally won 2 out of the 4 games.

Barry technically could of won the other two but played bad on purpose for the last game where billy was getting all huffy.

After that they played pay day and once again were subjected to Billy's singing about how awesome he was and how much they sucked, while wiggling his padded rear in their faces but compared to the sulky silence that losing brought, Barry and wally put up with it.

Or at least they tried to till in the middle of shaking his butt in both their faces Billy froze and then let out a muffled poot.

"Really Billy?" Barry asked, waving his left hand at super speed to blow the smell away.

"I-I didn't mean to.d-do that! I'm Sorry!" Billy squeaked and turned around, blushing and starting to tear up. "P-Please don't ha-"

Before Billy could finish his thought, Wally and Barry were on either side of Billy, hugging him.

"Hey, hey, It's alright, Fart's happen." Wally was saying, rubbing and patting Billy's back.

"And I'm 90 percent sure you wouldn't fart on me after winning a game. Now if you lost.." Barry said and winked, patting billy's bum.

"D-Daddy!"

"Hmmm, Feels like it was just a fart, do you wanna sit on the potty just to be sure buddy?" Barry asked.

"Daddy, I know when I have to po-" Billy started and let out a long fart, one eye half closing and a leg coming up. the fart went from a normal sounding if massive one to wet and muddy, then Billy's leg came down and he was popping a squat.

Of course either Wally or Barry could of gotten him to the bathroom, but honestly, they had both agreed wordlessly to just let him fill his diapers.

"D-Daddy I'm Pooping!" Billy whined, as if Wally or Billy couldn't of told, and they just hugged him tighter and went double time with the bum and back pats as he whimpered and put his face in either shoulder, bearing down and finishing up even as whimpers of 'stinky' came out of his mouth.

As the diaper drooped in the back and Billy finished up, he sniffled a few times then pulled back.

"D-Daddy..Wally..Diapie change?" He asked in a voice that made him sound like a toddler.

"Of course buddy. I'll have you clean i-" Barry started to say but Wally moved his hand over and closed Barry's lips.

"I'll change him it means I don't have to hear that pun again." Wally said and winked to Billy even as Barry's eyes went wide from shock then a little glare.

Billy meanwhile was giggling like crazy and hands coming up his mouth to try and hide it.

Barry got Wally's fingers off his lips and smirked.

"oh, you think that's funny little man?" Barry asked, looking to wally and giving a evil smirk.

"I mean.. Kinda.. sowwy.." Billy said.

"Oh come on Barry, it WAS funny." Wally said and smirked.

"..Not as funny as this is gonna be." Barry said and Wally saw what was going to happen but could never beat Barry's speed, so was too slow to stop what happened next.

His hand moving at a blur, Barry smushed and squished the mess in the diaper around, making sure the boom boom went EVERY where as Billy's mouth formed a O and Wally groaned.

Zipping up to his feet Barry smirked.

"Have fun cleaning that up.. Oh and you can't use speed speed for cleaning up a poopie diaper, it'll hurt billy's bum." Barry said and went off to go and start working on lunch.

"wait what?!"Wally yelped.

"I..Poopie all over..I.." Billy was mumbling, looking out of it, and swaying back and forth on his feet, too out of it for Wally to ask if that was really a thing.

"DICK MOVE BARRY!" Wally yelled, then cradled Billy, the smell was even worst now and Wally gulped, wondering if he was strong enough to do this.

Billy mewed softly and wrapped his arms around Wally's neck and nuzzled his head into Wally's chest.

"I Sowwy. I stinky." Billy mewed, eyes semi glazed over.

Looking at how much Billy needed him, Wally found the will power needed and dashed billy off to the bathroom, though he did a slight detour to get a clothespin for his nose.

'maybe it won't be as bad as I think.' Wally thought, getting Billy on his back on a towel in the bathroom, sliding the little guys thumb into his mouth and gushing at how cute he looked.

opening the diaper, Wally realized it wasn't as bad as he thought.

it was worse, much much much.

Wally wasn't a stranger to changing diapers, as big of a family as he had and baby sitting jobs but this was the record for longest and grossest he'd ever handled.

going though a whole freshly opened box of wipes, he got it done, going at normal speed and taking time to comfort billy and talk softly to him.

it took the better part of 15 minutes, and then just to be safe Wally gave Billy a quick bath, semi worried as Billy had apparently slipped into a baby mode of sorts and was playing with some rubber duckies while Wally washed him, at one point offering one of the duckies he had been chewing on to wally.

"Uh..No thanks. you keep chewing." Wally said with a sweat drop.

Billy just giggled and nodded, noming on his ducky and letting wally wash him, only fussing when his hair was being washed, though thankfully Barry had gotten no more tears shampoo.

with Billy washed up all nice and clean, Wally got him dried off with a big fluffy towel and was walking him back toward his room to get him dressed when Barry cut him off, holding one of the presents under one arm.

"Thought I heard the tub running.Lunch is ready downstairs, I'll get the birthday boy dressed. go get something to eat." Barry said.

"Heh, Sure, now that I've handed all the smelly stuff you wanna tag in." Wally teased, and Billy giggled.

"What can I say, Perks of being a daddy and honorary uncle." Barry said.

Wally just shook his head and headed down the step while Billy toddled along side Barry, wrapped up in the towel and then just laid back his bed, willing to let Barry do all the work.

"heh, your being pretty cute kiddo. maybe you should poop your pants more often." Barry teased, tickling billy's tummy and getting a fit of giggles out of him.

Deciding with how little Billy was acting and the bigger accidents he was have, Barry got billy into a daytime diaper but cut slit in the front of back of it first, while Billy watched with a confused look and a finger on his bottom lip.

"Ummm daddy, what cha doing? I'm leak all over now." Billy pointed out.

"Well, if that was your only diapie you would, but daddy figures since we're not going out and you're having lots of accident's.." Barry said and pulled out the bulky bed time diaper.

"Sheesh, I'll be waddling like a toddler with both of these on!" Billy said and stuck out his tongue.

"I know! I don't know why i didn't think of this sooner!" Barry gushed and got a raspberry from billy.

with the bulky diaper taped up over the thinner one, Barry helped billy stand up and gushed and coo'ed at how Billy's legs were forced apart.

"Sheesh, One more and I think I'd be stuck crawling!" Billy said, rubbing the back of his head.

"Don't temp me." Barry said then handed Billy the present. "Here, open this up, it's from Iris and I thought it might be useful right now."

Warning bell's were going off in Billy's head as he took the present and he had to suppress a groan, it was a flash themed diaper shirt.

"Well what do you think? Iris noticed that your diaper sag a lot when you got pants-less and this will help! Heck, might even get you a few of theses if it works out. but for now,you can be the fastest pamper butt alive!" Barry asked.

"..I think I'll save it special occasions." Billy tried and Barry just laughed.

"Silly boy, this is your birthday, that IS special, here, I'll help you get it on." Barry said taking the diaper shirt from Billy and dashing around the boy. in seconds he was snugly fit in the diaper shirt.

Despite how humiliating it was to need the shirt for his saggy diapers, Billy had to admit it felt right, even if his bulky diapers semi showed.

"Soooo?" Barry asked.

"..I could get used to it. " he said and started to head for the door, realizing just HOW bad his waddling was now as Barry squealed behind him. "..I'll calling it in. carry me."

Billy sighed then giggled, holding his arms out.

"Well if I HAVE to." Barry laughed, coming over and picking up Billy and heading for the dinner table.

So far the day had been fun and cute, and it was only gonna get better.

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Trouble in Devildom Town, Part 3/3

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Approximate reading time: 10~15 minutes

Asmo was visibly enjoying this game, humming as he stood up to leave the building.

He got a little startled as he felt something soft rubbing against his leg.

"A cat...?"

Mustering the feline, Asmo wondered why anybody would implement animals into a game like this.

"So you are one of the traitors."

The clicking sound of a loading weapon echoed through the empty room, and a smirk curled on Asmo's face.

The Avatar of Wrath was standing in the doorframe.

"Satan~" Asmo turned around.

"So sorry for killing your partner... You see, I think she got overwhelmed by my incredible kissing talents...! It's very sad, but not the first time I saw that happening, actually..."

Satan pointed his gun at Asmo's head.

"How did you do this?"

"The traitor shop is fantastic!" Asmo laughed. "Your coins increase over time, and there's so much stuff to buy! They have killing pills that knock you out in less then a minute, all kinds of poisons, and countless shooting weapons too, of course..."

"How did you trick her, I mean."

Another chuckle followed.

"Aaah, yes! It was so dramatic, thank you for making me talk about my great plan! I fooled Beel by looking like Clover, and tricked her with the face of Beel. You can also buy this ability to change your appearance. All you gotta do then is to change your nickname, and BOOM! You're somebody else~! It's a bit weird that your voice doesn't change, however, but MAN I played that smooth regardless!

And how tragic they died, both of them, trying to protect what they love but in the end failing because of love itself..."

He stopped as Satan's face formed a deep frown.

But Asmo gave a chuckle regardless.

"Oh, dear brother, and you actually think you could just shoot me like this? We both know my reflexes are better than yours..."

The blond smirked.

"That may be true, but we also know that I am the smarter one."

A wave of surprise shooting through Asmo, he got startled as the cat that had stayed by his side started climbing his leg.

Of course, he wasn't so dumb to let Satan get the upper hand only because of this, so Asmo reached for his pistol and pulled the trigger the moment he pointed at the doorframe.

His eyes widened as he realised Satan wasn't there anymore.

Not even a second later, several shots went through his back, and as Asmo's dead body landed on the floor, Satan stepped back inside, smiling at Belphegor through the window on the other side of the building.

"Nice teamwork" Belphie grinned, punching a bigger opening into the glass so he could enter the room as well.

Satan picked up the kitten, fondling it with a pleased smile. "Indeed, we did quite well~!"

"... Are you talking to me or to the cat?"

Satan obviously did not feel the need to answer that.

"Come on now" he prompted instead. "We should take their stuff and make a leave. There is nothing more to get here."

Neither Violet nor Lucifer were moving.

His face still hovering above hers, they kept staring into each others eyes, and if not for the high probability of death looming in the air, the girl would have begged to stay in this moment forever.

"Is there anything you want to say to defend yourself?" Lucifer asked.

The girl swallowed her nervousness.

"... You seem pretty confident in your guess despite only having caught me how I trailed off with my thoughts a little... How can you be so sure you are right about it?"

The demon smiled.

"The shop must be accessible through cognition, anything else would be too obvious in the first place. Traitors would blow their cover way too quickly if not with methods like these..."

"So... Innocents can't be absent-minded for a single moment?"

"Oh, don't be ridiculous..." Lucifer purred. "It is simply that I can tell the difference between you trailing off in thoughts and... the look you were wearing before..."

Violet's eyes widened slightly. He was indeed a hundred percent confident in his guess.

"You can really... Read me that easily...?" she mumbled, biting her lip as she watched a sly grin spread on the demon's face.

"Let us say I have been paying close attention to you, Violet..."

A shiver went through her.

And it only got more intense as his body got even closer, his weight on her causing the edges of the stone underneath her to press inside her back unpleasantly.

"Attention to your behaviour..." Lucifer continued. "To your features... your likings, to your way of thinking..."

He made a little pause, giving off something like a sighing breath.

"... Which is exactly why we are finding ourselves in this peculiar situation right now..."

His one hand found hers, and he intertwined their fingers.

"I know how you think, and maybe the favour is one you can return... Either way, you have advantages as a traitor that I don't even know of..."

"... So both of us don't dare to move, as they know the other will have a perfect reaction to follow immediately" Violet finished his sentence.

Lucifer smiled.

"Exactly... Now, how do we get out of this situation, Violet~? Should we see who in the end has the better predictions, or should we wait until someone finds us, to then shoot either of us...?"

The girl kept staring into his eyes, inspecting them and loosing herself in their pretty colours.

Again, a little smile curled the demon's lips, as suddenly, an urge seemed to take over, as he leaned down to meet his enemy in a kiss.

Both of them didn't dare to move anything but their lips, for what felt like an eternity they kept it at their lips dancing like this.

Slowly, as Lucifer seemingly felt in the need of more, a hand reached her waist, gently brushing her with his thumb.

Violet enjoyed the sensation to the fullest, his taste and his touch, forcing herself to imprint every single detail into her memories.

But as she felt Lucifer's breath getting slightly uneven, Violet panicked after all.

So her hand found his neck in a gentle touch.

The thing was...

Lucifer could not remember her having worn a glove before.

He parted from her in a sweet smooching sound, but his eyes were serious.

And as he looked down at her sorry face, he knew he had lost this game.

Violet pulled her hand away, and immediately Lucifer felt an incredible burn spreading from his neck over his whole skin.

"... Poison...?" he asked in a mumble.

As he stumbled backwards, Violet gave another sorry smile.

"Neurotoxins... Applied near the spine, it inhibits communication between your brain and heart, so your body thinks you are dead..."

"... To then actually kill me by deactivating the function of my heart and lungs..." Lucifer concluded. He looked in pain, holding his chest, but also... he seemed almost proud.

"I see..." his lips curled in a faint smile. "Very clever, I must say..."

He tried reaching for his gun, but the poison had numbed his nervous system already, so his body would soon collapse as if it had no bones to stabilise him whatsoever.

"Really, I'm sorry" Violet mumbled.

Then, she picked up his weapons and vanished in the woods.

--- meanwhile in the spectator lobby... ---

Ghost Clover was sitting on a building's rooftop, still a little traumatized from the sensation of, well, dying.

Somebody plonked down beside her.

"So they got you, too?"

Clover looked up into a pair of purple eyes.

"Beel... Yeah, Asmo killed me."

Ghost Beel gave a nod. "Me too, I think. Weird that everything feels so real in this game, huh? Even pain and the whole process of dying..."

Clover gave a breathy laugh.

"W-well, yeah... I did not... Expect this... But I guess now I know what dying feels like... Yaaay..."

Her friend chuckled a little.

"How did you die?" he then asked. "I hope it wasn't too painful."

Clover had been staring at him, but as he turned his head to look at her as well, she felt her cheeks getting red again.

"U-u-uhm..." she breathed. "Ah, y-y-you know, it wasn't th-that... special... Or worth mentioning..."

However, Beel looked worried.

"Did Asmo do something cruel? Was he torturing you? If he did, then I will make him pay for that-"

"Nononono" Clover bursted out. "DON'T talk to Asmo about my death..!!"

The demon tilted his head.

"Why not?"

"B-b-b-because..." she panicked, knowing that Asmo would spill ALL the juicy details if he saw just the shred of an opportunity, "just... don't, please..."

He seemed confused, but in the end, Beel gave the blushing mess of a girl a pat on her head.

"Okay, then I won't."

He stood up and reached out a hand.

"Wanna go watch the remaining living ones with me?"

Clover looked up and smiled.

"I'd love to."

Violet shot the timer a stressed glare.

Nine minutes were left, and for what felt like eternity, she couldn't find anyone.

Then, finally, as she dashed out of the forest, she happened to almost clumsily stumble into Belphegor and Satan.

"Violet!" the youngest brother exclaimed.

"Guys...! What's wrong, where are all the others?"

"Dead" Belphie stated. "Asmo was a traitor and killed Beel and Clover."

Satan pointed at the forest. "And Lucifer? He was with you, wasn't he?"

Violet flinched faintly.

She wasn't so dumb to blow her cover herself by saying something stupid, but she also knew well that Satan would do everything to try and get her to do exactly that.

"He was a traitor..." Violet stated. "After we both were equipped, he got rid of Mammon and tried to kill me afterwards. I just so managed to take him down, though."

Belphie gave a nod.

"That means Levi is the third and only traitor left..."

Violet was humming in agreement.

"I think he might have gone into the forest as well" she said, already turning around to show them the way. "We should go seek him together."

And Belphie was kind of convinced enough to follow...

Whilst Satan got hold of his gun.

"And what tells me that you aren't lying to us?"

Violet stopped abruptly, turning to flinch at the sight.

"Well... There's not really a way to prove myself other than telling you what happened, is it?"

The blond chuckled.

"Not really, but I don't want to risk running into Levi to then find out you lied to us, you know?"

The girl gave a huff.

"So what? Now you plan to... threaten me until the time runs out?"

Satan's smile widened.

"That is exactly what I had in mind, yes. Because if you truly are innocent, you should be fine with this plan, right?"

Violet could only give a shrug.

"Wouldn't that be kind of lame?" she asked.

"Why should it?" Satan hummed. "I find a well-thought victory plan is more satisfying that possibly running into the enemies hands."

And as Violet gave a stressed huff, Belphie tensed up as well.

"Judging from her reaction, she doesn't really seem fine with the idea..."

As Belphie reached for his own weapon, Violet got sick of this charade and went to grab a weapon of her own.

But with to guns pointed at her, she wasn't really allowed to move a single muscle.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you" Satan wore a sadistic smile. "Even with your little traitor items, you clearly don't have the upper hand."

Violet was going to respond, but an overly dramatic evil laughter cut through her words.

"All of you, you need to take action more quickly!!"

A voice echoed through the air.

"You are so unsure, so tense...!!"

Finally, Satan and Belphie were able to spot the voice's source behind Violet.

Leviathan was sitting in a tree, staring down at them.

"But a true war demands... ACTION!!"

and he pulled several mini bombs out of his pocket, resting between his fingers, ignited as soon as they were visible.

Violet reacted quickly, because as Levi threw the bombs at his brothers, she tried distancing herself from the demons as much as she could, while also taking hold of the telekinesis stick.

Getting closer to the forest's edge, she hectically activated the stick, pointing it at the innocents in hopes of grabbing one of them.

She actually managed to pull Belphie towards her and off his feet, the demon landing face forward right next to the bombs.

But as she was focussing on running again, only faintly hearing Levi's laugh and the other two shouting in panic, a shot hit her shoulder.

The shock of feeling actual real pain led to her knees give in for a second, so Violet stumbled down next to a tree instead of behind it, as originally planned.

She turned, seeing a pair of green eyes glistening in wrath.

While Belphie had stumbled back onto his feet, trying to distance himself from the bombs that were about to go off at any second, Satan was running towards her.

"Don't think I'll let you escape!!" he screamed, and as he threw himself onto her, he pulled out a knife while in motion, jabbing it directly into her chest when landing.

The hit's impact was huge, not only because he had let himself fall onto her, but also because just when he rushed towards her, the bombs went off, practically pushing the blond off his feet.

However...

Bending over her, Satan's eyes widened.

Dizzy in her pain, Violet glanced up, her hand now sliding off from the knife that she had held to that it pierced right into Satan's stomach.

They looked at each other for a moment.

And weirdly enough, both chuckled a little.

"So... Did you find this game to be 'quite amusing' as well...?" Violet mumbled.

Satan smiled.

"Oh... Don't act as if you didn't."

Then, both collapsed, leaving the stage to the last few left...

Belphie was lying on the floor after the bombs went off, coughing, but his health bar was still high enough for him to function.

He tried gaining a view over the situation, catching a glimpse of Satan collapsing onto Violet.

Then, Levi jumped off the tree.

"Oh Belphie... I'm sorry it had to come this far..." He stopped mid-walking. "Wait, no, I'm not sorry lololol"

Levi stretched out his arms.

"I mean, look how EPIC this is!!!"

And Levi fell into one of his fanboy attacks, going on about how cool all battles have been, how skillfully he had scouted the situation until surprising the three just now.

Sick of listening to him, Belphegor tried to reach for one of the weapons lying next to him, but to his displease, his arm seemed to have broken when being blown away by the bombs.

And as he tried to grab it with his other hand, Levi had already seen through his plans.

"Nah, leave that be, you can't beat me anyways LOL"

"... Shove your LOLs up your ass" Belphie hissed, pissed that he actually couldn't really do much other than watching him.

"Pff, lol, Belphie it's rare to see you this agitated."

Levi came to a stand in front of his brother.

"Now then... Time to use my traitor points for the ultimate weapon..."

Belphegor, and all the ghost spectators watching the scene, saw as Leviathan started to glow.

And when he stopped glowing...

He was dressed in some kind of female anime protagonist dress.

Belphie stared.

And blurted out in such a laughter that it pulled Levi out of his heroic epic moment of (almost) victory.

"... WhAT??" Levi hissed angrily at the younger brother. "WhY ArE YoU lAUGhinG?! This is the most epic thing I could find in the store!! I even had to go find a special secret item to unlock this!!"

"B-bro..." Belphie pressed out in-between his laughter. "You're... You're wearing a skirt...!!"

Levi's mouth fell open in disbelief.

"Uuuh, yes, but this is THE Seraphina's outfit of the second season of..." He stopped in angered grunts as Belphie wasn't listening at all. "Also, look at the giant SWORD in my hand?!?!"

And he pointed at the ridiculously huge blade he wasn't even able to hold up with one hand.

"Ahahaha... Levi, stop, my belly hurts from laughing...!!"

As Belphie curled in the grass, not able to contain his laughter, Levi has had enough.

He didn't even need to step any closer (because of his effin long sword), and thus he could stab into Belphie's side and rob the last HP he had left.

In great euphoria (despite this anticlimactic kill), the otaku let out a scream of victory, raising his arms and festively announcing the traitors' victory.

He jumped in glee, waiting for all the other players to respawn as the round was over.

But nothing happened.

"... What? What's wrong?" Levi took a look around. "Why is nothing happening? Everyone is dead except for me, right?!"

Suddenly, Levi felt something bumping against his foot.

He looked down and immediately started to scream.

To his feet was nothing more but a golden grenade, a crucifix on it's top.

"WHAT?! NOOO!! NOT THE HOLY HANDGRENAD-"

the moment before it went off and teared Levi apart in an instant, the third-born looked up, realising with even greater fear that Mammon was looking at him, the biggest, most sly grin on his face.

With a flash of holy light, Leviathan's character was erased from the map, not even a corpse left of him.

Now Mammon was the one to step onto the open field.

"Well, well, well... What did I say..."

He screamed into the sky while slowly, his family respawned around him.

"Because I am THE great Mammon, the best detective that NONE of you believed in!!! What do y'all say now, seeing how I won the fucking game?!?! Nyahahahahaha~!

Bow down to me, Mammon, the winner of our very first game of TTT!!!!!"

In the late evening, everyone has sat down to enjoy some snacks and let the day pass in a comfy, warm mood.

They were in great spirits, chatting about the game, pointing out things they liked, things they could have done better.

"Next time, I will make sure not to trust Satan" Clover stated while snatching away a chip out of the huge bowl that Beel was unconsciously hogging for himself.

"Huh? Why?" the blond looked earnestly irritated.

"Dude, you let me die for a cat launcher."

Satan looked at her, but could only gave a shrug.

"... Well, but it was a CAT launcher. And how was I supposed to know Asmo was waiting around the corner?"

While Clover was sighing, Lucifer gave a little laugh.

"There is indeed a lot of room to improve..." He shot Violet a glance. "And I will make sure to not have myself outplayed next time."

Violet returned the favour in a blushy grin.

Then, Beel spoke up.

"Will there be a next time, though...?"

He pointed at the one person that wasn't in a good mood.

Levi was sitting next to the couches instead of on the couch, wrapped in approximately three blankets, continuously mumbling some petty words of "not fair" to himself.

"Come on, Levi" Asmo huffed. "All of us really enjoyed your game. Why are you pouting over ther-"

Levi immediately jumped up.

"BECAUSE I LOST TO MAMMON!!"

"... Well, you sure did" Belphegor mumbled, and to Levi's anger, most of his brothers suppressed some laughs.

"That's right" Mammon chimed in. "You lost to the 'StupidMammon', Levi. How does that feel, huh? Pretty bad, doesn't it?"

Aaaand he shouldn't have done that.

In a great scream of pure agony, Levi dashed out of the room, and even the human newbies knew that he would stay locked away in his room for the next few days.

"... Well, and there he goes..." Violet gave a sigh. "So I guess we won't play it again after all? When Levi hates it this much?"

"Oh, don't worry" Satan mused. "We'll just force him to play, just like he forced us to play with him today."

"Only fair, I think~!" Asmo agreed.

"Yeah!" A big grin spread on Mammon's face. "Then I'll wreck all of you AGAIN! So don't be sad if all the next wins go to me as well, okay?!"

Silence.

Like, heavy silence.

"I wonder who will win next time~?" Asmo then thought out loud.

"Wha? I just said that I-" Mammon started.

"Now that we all know how the game works, we can make better use of all the mechanisms" Lucifer fell into Mammon's words.

"Yes! And with different roles, people might end up showing unknown potential they couldn't use today!" Clover cheered.

"But I'm still-" Mammon tried to say.

"Ooohh, I'm so hyped for the next time!" Asmo laughed.

And they all kept laughing and talking until the late hours of the night,

Completely ignoring Mammon, who ended up, again, desperately trying to finally make people listen to him...

#obey me #obeyme #obey me shall we date #obey me oc #obey me mc #obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #violet #clover #fanfic #trouble in terrorist town

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himbowelsh · 4 years

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7 from the kiss prompts with runner/chuckler pls xx

sha-la-la-la my oh my, looks like the boy’s too shy 💋 (accepting!) 7. routine kisses where the other person presents their cheek/forehead for the hello/goodbye kiss without even looking up from what they’re doing

Vera doesn’t quite understand what Hoosier means, when he opens the door to them in the middle of Sid Phillips’s already bustling house party, and declares, “Finally! Someone to tell me I’m not crazy.”

“Got the wrong guy for that, buddy. Unless you ask real nicely,” Bob declares, patting Hoosier on the shoulder as he steps inside.

Hoosier shrugs him off with a grunt, hardly sparing his friend a glance. “What makes you think I’m talking to you?” He looks offended at the idea. Instead, his sharp gaze is fixed solely on Vera, drawing her inside before she even has a chance to say hello. “You. Somebody with actual eyes in their head. Thank fuck you’re here, cause I can’t take another second of this.”

“Hello to you too, Bill,” she remarks fondly, shrugging her coat off and handing it off to her waiting boyfriend. Bob smirks over his shoulder as he abandons Vera to Hoosier Smith’s mercy; Vera, quite content to be abandoned, just smiles back. She enjoys Hoosier, for all his idiosyncrasies. He’s coarse and forthright, says exactly what he means… and always smiles like he’s got a secret, and sharing it with you is an act of remarkable magnanimity. Vera loves to be in on those secrets, passed so sparingly from Hoosier’s lips to whoever he chooses to honor. She loves figuring them out. She loves figuring him out — sometimes thinks she’s almost got it.

“Look,” he declares without preamble, keeping one firm hand in the center of Vera’s back to guide her through the crowd. Though a little baffled, Vera is nonetheless intrigued. She follows, waving at a few faces she recognizes, flashing grins of greeting that Hoosier doesn’t acknowledge at all. It’s a full house tonight, the crowd swarming through Sid’s downstairs parlor and dispersing amidst his family’s substantial living rooms. The upstairs is blocked off out of common decency… but no doubt, a few couples will find a way to sneak up there, trusting the Phillipses to have guest bedrooms to spare. No doubt Bob will want to give it a try… and, at some point, Vera might even agree.

For now, though, she could do with a drink. Relief ripples through her as they step into Sid’s kitchen — a picture of modernity, marble floors and countertops highlighting the latest microwave model his father’s been able to afford. A few kids have taken advantage of the chic coffee maker; a few others have scattered ice chips and rock salt, dissected lime slices forgotten on the counter. If there was a bartender, he’s gone. It’s every man for himself, and the drinks are flowing.

Hoosier sets her up very strategically near the doorway, in a perfect vantage spot to survey the room. “Wait here,” he declares, adjusting her shoulders at an angle.

“Rum and cranberry juice,” Vera informs him, like reading off a price tag.

Hoosier smirks. “Lady with taste.”

As he goes, her eyes follow himself across the kitchen. It occurs to her, not for the first time, that Hoosier is blunt to a fault; it wouldn’t kill him to elaborate a little more, especially when he wants something. Vera’s got no clue what she’s supposed to be looking at, or for. as her eyes drift from Hoosier to scan the kitchen, she finds herself at more of a loss.

There’s Stella, perched atop the counter with her legs crossed, steadied by a young man with both hands on her hips; if they twitch too far sideways, the drinks forgotten beside them will spill everywhere, but neither one looks concerned. Sid’s red headed friend Eugene is frowning at his highball like he doesn’t know what to do with it. A harassed-looking Jay is trying to pour out a plate of chips and salsa, but people passing by keep stealing them as quickly as he can lay the snacks out. Standing behind the island, which doubles as a bar, Chuckler and Runner have set up and are taking orders.

Vera catches Chuckler’s eye. Immediately, he breaks into a grin, calling out a greeting to her. She waves back, perching on her toes to be seen over the crowd. God knows this dress looks great on her — Bob stared for a solid minute, before declaring turquoise was suddenly his new favorite color — but the matching flats do nothing for her height. Chuckler’s tall enough that he can be spotted anywhere.

Hoosier makes it to the bar just in time; Chuckler has already nudged Runner, and they ignore their friend in favor of calling out to her. “Hey, Vera!” Runner says, voice carrying easily over the music and chattering crowd. “Who’s entertaining you over there?”

“You guys, as always.” Hoosier looks supremely put-out, which is Vera’s cue to leave her assigned spot. She joins Hoosier’s side, laying a fond hand on his arm while bracing herself against the bar. “Bill’s my date for tonight. I lost Bob somewhere on the walk in.”

“His loss, not yours.” Runner is already mixing up her drink order, movements deft and confident. “Anything you feel like, tonight — Sid’s given me official bartender status, cause I’m the only one who knows how to make a decent screwball ‘round here.”

Chuckler puffs up with pride. “I’m helping.”

“Help,” Runner scoffs, shaking a steel thermos violently. “That’s one word for it. You see what he did over there? You see that?”

Vera has, in fact, seen the mess left on the counter. Her lips purse in sympathy.

“Do you know how dangerous cutting lines can be?” demands Chuckler, defensive on principle. “The juice squirts. It’s like acid.”

“Don’t say you got it in your eyes —“ He leans in, proving exactly that, in more explicit detail than Vera would like. Her frown turns into an full-on grimace. “Ooh, Lew.”

Runner sets two drinks in front of them, sliding a whiskey towards Hoosier and Vera’s crimson concoction, adorned with one of the lethal limes, her way. “Ahh, he’s fine,” he declares, smacking Chuckler in the center of his broad chest. “Look at ‘im — healthy as ever.”

And that’s when it happens. Vera’s not sure what she was expecting, really, when Hoosier demanded she look — but Runner’s hand lingers where it struck Chuckler’s chest, and almost on reflex Chuckler turns into him. Just like that, they kiss. The peck on the side of Chuckler’s mouth is so deft, so effortless, that if she weren’t looking right at them she might think she imagined things.

Neither of them bat an eye; they just go right back to what they were doing, Runner mixing and Chuckler setting out glasses, like it’s any other day.

Hoosier pinches her hard underneath the bar top.

With no one else reacting, Vera finds herself at a loss. A few seconds pass, threatening a silence bound to be awkward, before she summons her most charming grin and swipes her drink off the bar. “Alright, you guys,” she says lightly. “We’d better go track down Bob.”

“Save the poor bastard whose ears he's talking off,” Hoosier adds, deadpan.

“A rescue mission. Right.” Vera claps his arm, subtly towing him away. “We’ll see you around… keep up the good work!”

Chuckler and Runner have other customers, and more orders to fill. They just wave, Chuckler sending Vera another bright smile, as their friends go on their way.

To his credit, Hoosier waits until they’re out of the kitchen to shoot the elephant in the room. “You saw it, right? You saw that shit.”

“I saw it.” She doesn’t know what else to say. Her head is still kind of spinning from it. Eager for a distraction, Vera takes a sip of her drink. Her eyes widen— possibly larger than at the moment her two friends smooched. “Oh my god, this is actually amazing. Why is this — he actually knows what he’s doing.”

“First time in his life.” Hoosier still clutches his rum; the expression on his face makes it clear he’d have preferred the whole bottle. “They been doing that all night. All week. It’s been going on for fuckin’ weeks.” He rounds on her, and for the first time, Vera sees desperation in his eyes. The worst part is, she gets it. “And every time I bring it up to your boyfriend, he looks at me like I going the crazy. Can’t decide if he’s blind or I’m stupid, but they’re definitely…”

“Dating,” Vera decodes promptly.

“You think?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“I…” Hoosier blinks, mirroring Vera’s baffled expression, with twice the consternation thrown into the mix. “Well, how the fuck do I know? I’m not dating either of ‘em, I dunno what they’re like.”

“The kissing speaks for itself, Bill,” says Vera, gently, feeling like she’s telling a child their goldfish has died.

A familiar voice from behind them cuts through the awkward atmosphere like a hot butter knife. “Kissing?” Bob echoes, sidling up behind Vera just to wrap an arm around her waist. She leans into him, because he likes to show off in public, and went through the trouble of wearing her favorite cologne tonight. When she turns her head to greet him, he’s grinning, a wicked gleam in his eye. “Don’t tell me you went off and had fun without me?”

Hoosier must be relieved for the distraction. He smirks. “A lot more fun without you.”

“Bill unhooked the bra on his first try,” Vera adds brightly.

Bob clicks his tongue, looking between his best friend and girlfriend in a terrible impression of abject betrayal. “Showing me up, huh? I thought we were friends.” Sensibly, he doesn’t give Hoosier the chance to reply. Instead, he scans the crowd around them, eyes narrowing. “You guys seen the terrible two around here?”

“Just left them tending bar in the kitchen,” Hoosier replies; as quickly as it vanished, that same harassed look floods back over his face. “They’re doing it again.”

“What?”

“Don’t give me that. Vera saw it too.”

“Saw what?” Bob demands, innocent as a Catholic schoolgirl. When he looks toward Vera — honest-to-god question plain on his face — she stares at him for a moment before shaking her head.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.”

“Noticed what?” Bob demands, voice rising an octave as he darts between Vera and Hoosier. When Vera rounds on the only other sane person here, expression demanding an explanation, Hoosier just shakes his head. I told him, the mile-long look in his eyes declares. I told him more than once.

If he really hasn’t noticed, there’s no choice. They’ve got to show him. With a nod of agreement, the two set their conspiracy into motion. Hoosier seizes Bob’s arm, tugging him through the crowd, while at his side Vera encourages in the gentlest, completely non-pushing way possible. Bob lets out a squawk of protest, because he was just talking to someone else with an interest in the French and Indian War, he could introduce them — but Hoosier isn’t having it.

“Leave me to deal with it on my own, then tell me you didn’t notice… shitty eyesight, piece-of-shit observation skills for a goddamn journalist — quit dragging your toes, Leckie, and get in here.”

They come to a stop in the doorway, roughly where Hoosier left Vera ten minutes ago. She settles her hand on his shoulder and declares, “Wait.”

“Wait — for what? I’m not even allowed a drink?”

“Shut your mouth and open your eyes,” Hoosier hisses.

It doesn’t take more than a few minutes — that’s the incredible part. They don’t have to observe any longer than it takes for Vera to finish her drink until, out of nowhere, Chuckler proves their point again. This time, he catches Runner with a kiss as he’s squeezing by to serve a drink on the other side of the bar. Runner doesn’t even acknowledge it, save for the ghost of a smile flickering across his lips. When they maneuver past each other again, Runner squeezes behind, and his hand goes somewhere that makes Chuckler jump.

“Yeah,” Vera affirms, nodding to herself. “Definitely dating.”

“Nah,” replies Hoosier. “My money’s on fucking. They don’t have the emotional intelligence.”

“What am I looking at?” asks Bob.

They both turn on him, baffled.

“You didn’t,” Vera says — then stops, takes a deep breath, and tries again. “You didn’t see them do that?”

“You didn’t see ‘em do it last week in the diner? Or the other night, in the back of your car? Or on my goddamn couch?” At Bob’s blank stare, Hoosier slowly leans in, seizing him by the arm with a calm fierceness almost guaranteed to bruise. “They’ve been doing it for the last few weeks. Everywhere.”

“It’s almost cute,” Vera muses. “They make it seem easy. Bob, you’ve never kissed me like that.”

“Like what?” Bob exclaims.

“Really?” says Hoosier. “He ain’t ever kissed you like muscle memory?”

Vera regards her boyfriend for a long moment. Bob shifts under her gaze, helpless and inflamed at some offense he wasn’t even aware of making. His ignorance is his one saving grace — Bob Leckie has never played dumb in his life, so genuinely missing what’s right in front of him is the more likely bet. It’s all a matter of perception, Vera supposes. You see what you want to see.

Or, in poor Hoosier’s case, what you don’t.

“Don’t worry,” Hoosier declares, clapping his friend on the shoulder. “I’m sure if you ask nice, those two’ll be happy to give you pointers.”

“Pointers for what?” Bob demands, two seconds away from choking on his own bafflement.

There’s no point telling him. He’ll have to figure it out on his own eventually… and until then, Hoosier will have to put up with fifth wheeling between Bob and Vera, and whatever’s going on behind the bar. Runner’s shoulder bumps against Chuckler’s own, casually affectionate, and it takes all of Vera’s self-control not to, “aww,” out loud.

Maybe soon her boyfriend will be as quick on the uptake as those two are with their kisses.

#runner/chuckler #the pacific cast #team leckie #my writing #first time ever doing a vera pov!! i love her

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dawnrider · 4 years

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This is another one shot in the same universe as Stocking Stuffers. Enjoy some fluffy InuKag!Family for #Inuyasha White Day.

@clearwillow , @lemonlushff , @fantastiqueparfait , @underwater0phelia

They had just sat down to dinner, Izayoi kneeling on her chair - despite all parental protests otherwise - and Sara buckled into her highchair to keep her from climbing out of it. "I want the song with the boy and girl singing that change colors." Inuyasha paused, glancing at his wife and then their daughter.

"Do you know what she's talking about?" Kagome asked out of the side of her mouth.

"Mommy, I can hear you," Izzy piped in, early signs of sass in the tone of their four year old. Inuyasha made a face and then thought about it. “Daddy, on your phone!”

Understanding lit his eyes and he grinned. "I think she means Somebody that…"

"Oh!" Kagome laughed, thinking it was a pretty decent description of the music video. "You wanted the video, baby?" She nodded emphatically in response. "Here, I'll play it there for now. We're eating," she explained gently, pointing at the Bluetooth speaker on the counter. It took a second for the speaker to beep before then playing the requested song. Izayoi's grin was huge and she started wiggling in her chair while munching on her chicken nugget.

Inuyasha chuckled, teasingly rocking his shoulders, making both of their girls giggle and Kagome grin. Sara patted her hands on the tray, calling for “More, Daddy! More dance!” He pinned Kagome with a look and repeated the movement on the beat as the song played. Izayoi got her little hips moving too, waving a carrot in one hand and her partially eaten nugget in the other.

“Mommy, get it!”

“Yea, Mommy, get it,” Inuyasha teased. Kagome laughed and rolled her eyes, but let herself groove in her chair a little too. Sara thought that was delightful, clapping pudgy baby hands together and squealing. “Ouch, baby, too loud for our ears,” the inuhanyou scolded gently. Izayoi was scowling at her sister for the interruption of their fun moment. Welcome to being a big sister, Kagome thought with a wry grin.

After dinner, the girls got a bath, which was much more necessary for Sara than Iz, and each parent got to tackle combing hair. Kagome hummed as she wrangled their youngest between her knees while holding her fine hair to keep from yanking, carefully combing around her ears. Inuyasha, while having more hair to comb, had less to manage as Izayoi could sit to look at a book while he got out the occasional snarl.

“Alright, give mommy a kiss.” Izzy ran over to plop a smooch on Kagome’s cheek, somewhat grudgingly giving her little sister a peck on the head.

“Night Baby. Night Mommy.”

Inuyasha tossed a sardonic grin at his wife, the way Izayoi insisted on calling Sara "baby" instead of her name. He scuttled her off to her room while Kagome took a sleepy, and somewhat fussy, Sara into her room. She settled into the rocking chair with a sigh and gathered a squirmy baby into her chest to soothe her to sleep. Sara babbled, half singing herself to sleep over the course of twenty minutes. The soft sounds of her breathing settling, small sighs as she still fought sleep, made Kagome smile.

"She crash yet?" Inuyasha winced when she glanced up at him, that mutual understanding that it was too close yet. He gestured that he was leaving.

When she was finally sure Sara was asleep, she shifted her into her crib and snuck out. Only to be caught up by her mate. "What are you doing?" she giggled softly. Inuyasha smirked, sweeping her around in a circle, humming some formless tune. "Are we dancing?" She laughed.

"Keh. Isn't it obvious?" They twisted and twirled down the hall until Inuyasha closed their bedroom door behind them. "This is nice, you know, but I think there's some other dancing we could be doing." Kagome shook her head and smiled at his salacious grin.

"That's true. I suppose I could maybe remember a few moves…" She gently pushed at his shoulders so that he sat on the edge of the bed. The light in his golden eyes was heated. Kagome returned his look with one of her own.

"Mooooommy?"

Both parents sagged at the bucket of ice water thrown over their moment in the form of a not-yet-asleep four year old. Inuyasha moved, silently offering to handle her, but Kagome shook her head, tossing him a wry smile. There was a promise for "later" in her eyes. "I'll be here."

#Inuyasha White Day #Stocking Stuffers AU #Dinner and Dancing #Dawnrider Fanfiction

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platypan · 5 years

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Strangest: Chapter 4/5

「Previous chapters on AO3 」

“Steve,” Dustin sighed, shaking his head. “Steve, Steve, Steve.” He reached out and patted Steve’s shoulder, staring into his eyes.

Steve scooted back, the entire desk sliding sideways out of the row with a screech. “What the hell? Sorry I didn’t pick up the phone? I guess? It was three o’clock in the morning, guys. Do you know why Eleven wanted to talk to Billy Hargrove?”

“Probably she thinks he kicked your ass again! He’s lucky Mom didn’t wake me up,” Max growled, dropping to sit on the desk Steve was facing across the tiny aisle. “My mom told Eleven it was a school night and hung up, or I’d have...come gotten him.” She rolled her shoulders.

“Uh,” Steve held a hand up.

“My little sister told me you both burned to death,” Lucas put in, leaning next to her. “That was my morning!” he flailed his arms. “We’re getting in the car to pick Max up, and she’s like ‘Oh Lucaaaaaas, your girlfriend’s brother died in a fire at Harringtooooon’s.”

Steve could easily imagine the scene, and snorted. “Did she put her hands on her hips?”

“She sang it,” Lucas hissed back.

“Steve,” Dustin huffed, glaring around. “Everyone. We’re all war veterans now, so--”

“What the hell, man, you are not a war veteran,” Lucas punched his arm.

“The Second War of Hawkins,” Dustin scoffed. “Uh, yeah we are. I thought you guys had my back on this, come on--”

“No, I said it was stupid.”

“Wow, I sure do not want to be late for school,” Steve started to stand, and Max kicked his knee.

“Don’t kick him, he might be dying, he spent a whole night with your brother--” Dustin wailed, clutching at Steve’s hand, and the desk creaked as Steve jerked back.

“That’s not what a war veteran is,” Lucas hissed.

“Lucas, you’re making the most sense,” Steve pointed, and Dustin gasped. “Your turn.”

“Thank you,” Lucas rolled his eyes. “I know you gave them all that whole stupid speech about Billy being Clifford--”

“That’s so dumb,” Max groaned.

“--but what he is is an alcoholic shithead, and you should tell him to fuck off. Show him the bat again.” Steve muffled a snort at the thought of Ms Williams showing her dogs the squirt bottle.

“You could also call me, or Hopper,” Max was counting off on her fingers. “Or me. Or that old black lady next to you could probably run him off with her dogs.”

Dustin clutched his heart. “Mrs Williams is archangel to a chorus of darlings, how dare you.”

“A what,” Max paused.

“Shut up, Dustin,” Lucas rolled his eyes.

“A group of angels can also be called the host,” Dustin waggled his eyebrows at Max, who leaned away, nose wrinkled, “--which is hilarious because that’s what they feed you and call it Jesus--”

“I don’t give a shit about Jesus, Dustin--”

“What is Eleven planning with Billy?” Steve interrupted. “And Mike?”

“We don’t know, Steve,” Max punched the desk, “--because you wouldn’t answer the phone, so we had no clue what was going on! And now Eleven’s probably--” she growled, punching the desk again.

“What happened,” Lucas scooted closer to her. “Last night.”

“Welllll,” Steve considered how much of Billy’s business was none of theirs. “Billy came over. He was drunk off his ass. He’s loud. Mrs. Williams heard him and called the police.”

“Don’t lie to us, Steve--” Dustin sighed, and Lucas and Max interrupted while he paused for drama.

“What about the fire,” Lucas stared him down.

“Did he finally set your mom on fire?” Max’s grin was more a baring of teeth, and she’d never reminded Steve so much of her brother.

“He was doing some dumbshit drunk shit out there!” Steve rubbed his eyes. “Nobody got hurt, much--”

“Much?!” Dustin yelped. “I’m calling Hopper--”

“Billy fell--” Steve pushed him back onto the desk, “--and clonked his head on the bolt of the front door, and then he got blood all over my couch, that’s all.”

Max’s eyes were narrowing, and Steve spread his hands. “That’s really it, pretty much, I need to--” the door creaked open, and he shoved Dustin behind him as Nancy poked her head in.

“Everything okay?”

Steve cleared his throat, nodding, and let go of his white-knuckled grip on the bar of the desk, snorting. What’d I think I was gonna do, grabbing the desk like a melee weapon. Swing it around my head? Nancy cocked her head at his snickering, her eyebrows broadcasting concern. She didn’t seem to register Dustin waving.

“Is Steve okay?” Will came in with her, wide-eyed, and Steve grimaced, hunching his shoulders.

“I’m great. Sorry I freaked you out.”

“Oh, Will gets a ‘sorry’?” Lucas smacked his shoulder.

“I was doing first aid,” Steve rolled his eyes. “Head wounds bleed like crazy.”

“He fell into the door,” Max repeated.

“Well, first he went to Carol’s and took all her beer and tequila, and then he came over, tripped on the mat, and conked his head on my door,” he shrugged, as Nancy tried to muffle her snort. “I tried to catch him!”

Max nodded, picking at her shoelaces.

“We should get to class,” Nancy squeezed Will’s shoulder, and he smiled up at her.

“Oh, you just got here, stick around a while!” Dustin beamed at her, and Steve pushed him back into his seat again.

“Wait!” Lucas yelled. “You didn’t agree to anything!”

“Yeah, let’s go,” Steve grabbed his bag, waving to his posse. “Later, Junior Heroes.”

Billy was parked out front when Steve wandered out of his last class, letting Carol light his cigarette. “Soooo last night,” she reached in her shirt and readjusted her boobs, sort of fluffing them, like pillows. “Why’d you leave?” she leaned in with her aired-out cleavage barely contained, and pressed Billy up against the car, and Steve stopped to watch, leaning against one of the poles holding up the roof. Her slight nose wrinkle and redirect from Billy’s mouth nearly made him laugh aloud, remembering the vomiting sounds that morning.

“Wanted to fuck up Harrington,” Billy cupped his mouth to smell his breath, and snorted. “You said he’d be there.”

“We don’t need him,” she pointed out, just as a yell came from behind Steve--Billy glanced up, saw Steve, and smirked--and Tommy ran out to stomp up to his girlfriend and the boy she held captive against his car.

“What the hell are you doing?” Tommy yelled, and she nodded her head from side to side, and rolled her eyes, pulling her hand out of Billy’s jacket.

“What the hell are you doing, Tommy?”

Tommy rallied with a “Nuh-uh, you,” and she started mimicking his words as noises.

Under cover of their argument, Steve walked casually around the parked cars and slid in to Billy’s shotgun seat, then slowly leaned across to crack the window.

“Sluh-uhhh-ut,” Carol singsonged, fingernails deep in Billy’s denim-covered bicep.

“Slutitty slut slut,” Tommy shouted back, grabbing her arm, and Steve covered his cackles with both hands, watching his limited view of Billy’s back tilt away from them.

“You wish you could be a slut,” Carol stomped her feet, and Billy’s back was shaking. Steve slid closer to the driver’s seat, prodding the denim arm through the window. Billy jerked, frowning down, but Tommy had distracted Carol by accusing her of wishing she was a stud, and they didn’t notice. Steve waved, and Billy grinned at him, looking not particularly worse for wear if you allowed for the blood still in his ear and what looked like a hangover for the Guiness Book of World Records. In clear view of the window, he slid his hand down to squeeze Carol’s butt cheek.

“I’ll see you later.”

“Brush your teeth,” Tommy retorted. “Fuckhead!”

Billy slid in the car, nearly crushing Steve as he dropped across his legs, and yanking the door closed as Max ran up, yelling. “I thought you were popular. And they were your fuckin’ friends?”

“He’s got a point,” Steve gasped, as Max banged at the window. “You smell like you’ve been eating tequila worms. In a grave.”

“You like it,” Billy snorted, his shoulder digging into Steve’s as he leaned in to rub his head against Steve’s like a huge cat.

Steve snorted, but yanked a hand loose, sliding it up to cup the back of Billy’s skull. He ran his thumb over the soft curls. “Not really.” God, he’s foul. Steve could see Max’s back leaning against the window on one side, and Carol’s leg around Tommy on the other. Her dress had hiked up to show his hand in her panties. “Usually...maybe,” he admitted, and Billy huffed a laugh, curling into him. “Today, though...” Steve felt Billy’s warm bulk coaxing him to sleep. I’ll use less oxygen if I’m asleep anyway, he thought muzzily. Won’t matter he’s crushing my lungs and smells like asshole. “...thought you were so worried somebody’d figure you out.”

Billy snorted against his neck. “Who’s lookin’? They’ll just think I’m fucking with you.”

“You stink but my last class I was freezing,” Steve mumbled, letting his eyes close.

“You sayin’ I’m hot,” Billy’s teeth grazed his ear.

Max smacked the door with the flat of her hand, but she was yelling to somebody else in the parking lot.

“I know somewhere to park, and I’m kinda...hungry,” Billy slid his hand down Steve’s stomach, hooking a finger on the front of his jeans. His thumb slid up and down Steve’s fly, and Steve groaned.

“I need a shower and sleep,” Steve muttered into his curls, which needed a wash, but were further from the smells of tequila, vomit, and the bitter, rank sweat of fear. “You need a...a hosing down or something.”

Max turned to bang on the window, and Billy scrambled over Steve’s legs into the driver’s seat, hitting him, somehow, with at least five elbows enroute. Steve yelped, tucking his legs up against the door. “Fuck you,” Billy muttered.

“I’ll kiss you when you’ve brushed your teeth,” Steve rubbed his face, and Billy rolled up the window Tommy and Carol were smooching against.

“Let me in,” Max mouthed, eyes narrowed, and Steve unlocked the door. She yanked it open, growling at Billy, and shoved Steve and his seat forward against the dash. Her backpack smacked Steve on the head as she clambered in to the back, and Billy snorted. “You smell like the Marlboro Man’s zombie,” she kicked Billy’s seat. “What the fuck. You smell like a dead dog rotting in a distillery vat, what the hell. Is it gangrene?”

“Shut your face,” Billy lit a cigarette, and she gagged.

“You coulda taken a shower in PE,” Steve leaned his head against the glass, watching Billy slowly lower the handbrake so they’d coast backward without alerting Tommy and Carol to their lack of support.

“I was out looking at that bus,” Billy bared his teeth in a grin, letting the car roll backwards out of the parking spot so his side mirror nearly knocked Carol and Tommy to the ground. Tommy scrambled up, trying to punch the car, but Billy shifted and gunned it, sliding out of the lot.

“What bus,” Max leaned up between their heads.

“The fucking bus,” Billy clenched his teeth. “The one with clawmarks in it.”

“Oh,” Max dropped back out of view.

“The fuck happened in that bus, Harrington. Your kids wouldn’t say anything. She hadn’t even seen it, what the hell was that about? The boy made it sound like--like a fucking wolf pack.”

“Ha,” Max snorted. “Close enough.”

“Huh,” The car was warm from the sun. Steve’s eyelids felt like when a sponge has been sitting out so long it can’t even absorb water. He let them close, until his seat bucked as Max started kicking again.

“What happened,” Billy asked her, and she snorted.

“Oh, yeah, I tell you things.”

“Steve,” Billy hit the horn, and Steve’s head smacked back against the seat.

“Druh,” he rubbed his face. “Mwuh. The fuck do you want.”

“He said you had to barricade them in there. There was blood.”

Steve shrugged, wishing he could crawl in the back and nap. “I guess so.”

“Could you have died? What the fuck was the sheriff doing?!” Billy braked suddenly for a turn, and Steve’s face nearly hit the dash.

“Christ, are you two fucking?” Max stuck her head forward again, and Billy’s tires screeched as he ran off the road and up the grassy shoulder.

“Shut the fuck up, Max,” he took a long draw off his cigarette and turned off the engine, but clenched the steering wheel with both hands.

“Did you forget what he said, you fucking--you bag of shit--”

“Shut the fuck up, don’t you dare--don’t you fucking tell him, Max--”

“I wouldn’t tell him,” she yelled back, smacking his shoulder and head. “I’d never tell him, you fuck, what the fuck are you doing--”

“Jesus,” Steve whispered, and Max grabbed his jacket, yanking his face close enough to snarl into.

“You--you morons,” she gritted out, swallowing hard. “Steve, if you fucking--if anyone--if you say a fucking word--”

“I...won’t tell anyone,” he glanced at Billy, who’d leaned his head in his elbow, against the steering wheel, then back to Max, whose breaths were hissing through her teeth. Her freckles didn’t soften her fury. “Nancy knows.” Steve admitted. “She won’t say anything.”

“What the hell did you--why the fuck--”

“Look, she asked--”

“Billy had a magazine with Rob Lowe on it,” Max yanked him closer, whispering in his ear. Billy threw the door open, stumbled out, slammed the door again, and paced back and forth in front of the car, kicking at the grass and trying to light a cigarette.

“What,” Steve bit his lips together, feeling the familiar adrenaline sweat prickle on his hands. “The--Rob Lowe from The Outsiders? I think Carol has him in her locker. The poster’s worn in the middle because she kisses him before tests.” Why am I telling her, he wondered, stomach clenching, but the adrenaline felt good clearing his head.

“He used it to show him how to use the nail gun, Steve,” she kicked his seat, dropping out of sight as her voice got thicker. “Told him there’s a safety, you can’t just shoot nails, you have to be up against something solid, and then he slammed Billy’s shoulder into the wall and shot five nails into the head of the picture in his hand.”

“...no wonder he likes it at my house,” Steve said, on autopilot, watching Billy pace. “We’re--”

“I don’t wanna know, shut up, eugh,” she shuddered.

“We��re not doing much,” he got out before she could cut him off. “Has he--”

“Gross, god, I thought you liked Nancy.”

“I,” he took a deep breath.

“No, gross, why are you telling me, Billy!” she shrieked, and he scrambled to open the door.

“What,” he dropped back into the seat, hand over his face. “What.” He wiped his eyes, but his voice was so thick Steve started rummaging around his bag for his PE towel.

“You’re so disgusting,” she moaned, and Billy flinched. “You stink, Steve, what is wrong with you--”

“He doesn’t always stink,” Steve handed over the towel, shoving it at Billy’s head until he took it, burying his face. “Want a water bottle?”

“Go wash your face,” Max reached up to push him. “Scrub your face off. I don’t wanna get in a--jesus, we kinda wrecked.”

“The car’s fine,” Billy snorted juicily, accepting the bottle Steve slapped into his hand and retreating from the car to dump it over his head over by the treeline.

“He’s always hanging around boys,” she wrinkled her nose. “If his dad sees him he’ll…” she groaned into her knees, and Steve flapped an arm back to pat her back. The hair that brushed his fingers was coarser than Billy’s, but the low “fuck...fuck...fuck…”s she was muttering were all Hargrove.

“...do you think he’d actually do it?”

“...not the nailgun,” she snorted. “He doesn’t wanna go to jail. He thinks Billy’ll take care of himself, with the drinking and the…” she curled up around her bag, growling into the seat.

“The what,” Steve watched Billy scrubbing his face, probably for a good while longer than he needed to. Breathe, he reminded himself, though the adrenaline usually did a pretty good job of that. He never breathed so well as when he was hunting imaginary monsters in the dead of night.

“He thinks he’ll get in a drunk wreck and die and it’ll just be me and him and my mom and he keeps saying it,” she choked out. “He wants him to die, Steve, he talks about it all the time--”

“Christ,” Steve patted her sneaker, the only part he could reach, and she gave a wet snort and blew her nose on her sleeve.

“I don’t give a shit,” she kicked the seat again.

“Yeah?” Billy was trying to neatly fold the towel, for some reason, and Steve sighed, watching him set his shoulders and turn back towards the car.

“If Billy’s dead,” Max whispered, “--what about when he gets mad,” and then the door opened, and Billy tossed him the towel and the empty bottle, his face red and scrubbed.

Steve shoved them into his bag, “...let’s get Max home.”

“Gotta drop you off,” Billy said hoarsely, checking the mirror before backing out onto the asphalt.

“Nobody’s gonna tell,” Max reached up to slap his side. “Go hang out with Steve. I’ll tell him it’s a party, he loves that.”

Billy laughed, cracking the window to hold his cigarette out of it, and stole a glance at Steve, who nodded. “Cock suckin’ party.”

“You are so fucking nasty,” she moaned.

“Is he letting you spend a lot of time with Lucas?” Steve turned to ask her.

“I guess?” she frowned at him.

“Make better friends with Eleven.”

She slouched back in the seat, dropping her gaze, as Billy glowered between them, then back at the road.

“Seriously. She’s the sheriff’s kid, he can’t mind that. You don’t have to tell her about. Things.”

“Oh really?” Max cackled. “I shouldn’t warn Eleven.”

“I mean, you don’t have to tell her there’s a reason you wanna be friends. You two’d get along, though, I think. Mike and them keep trying to put her in dresses.”

“I thought her name was Eleanor,” Bully muttered, and Max punched his seat.

“Yeah, fuckface, Mike lied.”

“Whatever,” Steve rolled his shoulders, letting his eyes close again. “Make friends with her. Teach her to skateboard, maybe.”

“...huh,” Max was quiet for the rest of the ride to their house, until she smacked the back of Billy’s head on the way out. “You moron,” she sighed. Billy lunged half across Steve after her, but she just waved, sauntering to the door.

“Let’s get back,” Steve pushed him back into the driver’s seat. “Shower.”

“Right away, your majesty,” Billy leaned his arm across the back of Steve’s seat to back out, and then left it there for the drive. A few turns before Steve’s house, a sheriff’s station car swerved out behind them, siren blasting, and Billy snorted. “Think I could outrun ‘em.”

Steve reached over and grabbed the wheel, but Billy was already veering to the shoulder, rolling down the window, and unhitching his belt.

“We weren’t speeding,” Steve leaned to try and see who got out of the car--he vaguely recognized the deputy in the passenger seat as they parked half in the lane of traffic to block the front half of Billy’s car toward the woods. “...Sheriff Hopper isn’t in there. What--”

Both deputies got out, one walking to Steve’s side, the other banging on the roof on Billy’s side. “Get out. Hands on the roof.”

“We weren’t speeding, what--” Steve frowned at the deputy on his side, before registering the one on Billy’s side unsnapping his holster. “What the hell--”

“Shut up,” Billy growled, climbing out to get shoved against his car.

“What the hell is going on,” Steve tried to open the door, and the deputy on his side frowned at him, knocking it closed with his hip.

“Wha--Steve Harrington?”

Feeling on steadier ground, Steve nodded, eying the one that had Billy braced against the car, his hand braced near his holster. “Yeah, why’d you pull us over?”

Steve’s deputy bent to frown in at him. “Why you drivin’ around with the likes of Billy Hargrove?”

“Uh--” Steve shrugged, hoping Billy wouldn’t elbow the deputy in the face.

“What’s goin’ on, son?” the one holding Billy’s wrist against the car, the white one, smiled. “Now, I know you’re from a good family, I heard about you from your dad--” he began, and Steve shoved at his door again, hitting his deputy’s leg.

“Let me out,” Steve hissed, but the deputy on his side must have been listening to the other one lecturing Billy.

“How many of these talks we gonna have to have? You shouldn’t be drivin’ around with our Sheriff’s little girl in your car.”

“She climbed in, and she told me where she wanted to go,” Billy snarled, and got shoved against the car again for his trouble.

Steve crawled into the driver’s seat. “She did, officer,” he tried. “Seemed better not to argue with her--”

“That’s as may be, son. Now, Billy. Your father seems like a reasonable man, how many times you gonna make him call the station? Now, we’re gonna need you to walk a straight line, and Officer Powell here is gonna search your vehicle.”

Shit, Steve thought, hoping there weren’t twenty bottles of hard liquor under every seat, or like...marked bills in a bloody briefcase, but when Officer Powell finally opened the door, he clambered back across and out.

“What’re you doing with--?” Powell asked, jerking his head towards Billy, who was swinging his arms to touch his nose, and baring his teeth at a lecture about curfew.

“I had a rough night,” Steve cleared his throat, and the man nodded. “He gave me a ride, that’s all.”

“Huh,” Powell leaned in to poke through the glove compartment.

“He’s not so bad,” Steve ran his fingers through his hair, sighing. “I don’t know what his dad told you, but…”

“Heard he beat you up pretty good,” Powell glanced back, eyebrow raised.

“...we fought,” Steve grimaced. “Yeah. But he’s not...he’s not what his dad says he is, is all.”

“I don’t know about his having a good, reasonable family,” the black deputy raised an eyebrow. “I do know you can’t tell from a glance. I also know the man’s right about him getting in fights,” he checked under the seats, then brushed himself off, and Steve hove a silent sigh of relief. “And driving drunk. And judging by the smell in here,” he lifted what looked like a broken chunk of beer bottle, and Steve cleared his throat, grimacing.

“...he’s helped me out a lot,” he said finally.

“Be even more helpful if he doesn’t get his license taken away,” Powell scooted the passenger seat forward, and began patting down the back seat. “Or in a wreck.” Billy was reciting something, and Steve crossed his arms, shivering.

“I know, but...are you guys just gonna pull him over all the time, or…”

“We got a call that somebody saw him with Jane in his car. Figured it wouldn’t hurt to make sure we had his attention.”

“She’s his little sister’s friend,” Steve stretched the truth, hoping Max took his advice to call her up.

“Is she. Well, our boss may not want him giving her rides.”

Hard to argue with, Steve thought.

“If he’s out at night, though, or outside of town,” Powell clambered around to pop the trunk open. “We’ve told his dad we’ll see him home, in his own car if he can drive it, or one of ours--” he walked back to lift the trunk, and paused, frowning into it.

“What,” Steve ran to stand next to him, having visions of everything from cases of vodka to duct tape and a shovel. Billy’d packed lidless boxes in, with neatly folded clothes, some LPs, two photo albums, and a folded Michelin map of the central and western United States.

“...he movin’ house?” Powell raised his eyebrows.

“...I think he wants to,” Steve leaned his face against the car with a groan. Moments later, Billy stalked back, dropped into the driver’s side, and slammed the door, huddling to light a cigarette. “You’re not supposed to let him leave town?”

“Mmm,” Officer Powell frowned into the trunk.

Steve eyed him, and he nodded. “...I better go.”

“Call the sheriff. Keep him in the loop.” Powell hooked his thumbs through his belt loops, eying the back of Billy’s head. “He’s...your friend?”

“Yes?” Steve winced inwardly. “I know it’s kinda…”

“That boy’s primed and loaded,” Powell shook his head.

“Yeah, he is,” Steve sighed, walking back around to drop into his seat and wait for the patrol car to pull away.

“The hell were you two gossiping about,” Billy revved the engine, pealing out between lanes.

“Jesus, learn to drive,” Steve scrabbled for his seat belt, and Billy grinned, tapping the brakes to throw him forward. “What were you, Mike, and El gossiping about?”

“They wanted Eggo waffles,” Billy frowned over, taking a deep draw on his cigarette. “Your children are weird as shit.”

Steve bit his lips together, thinking of Dustin the war veteran, and Billy smirked over.

“What’re you grinning about.”

“They are,” Steve leaned his face in his hand, shoulders shaking with laughter. “They’re weird as hell, did you--did you seriously fucking take her to buy Eggos?”

“Fuck no, we went to IHOP,” Billy rolled his eyes. “She tried every syrup, it was disgusting.”

“...she didn’t mind?” the tightness that clenched his lungs all day as he imagined Billy’s limp legs sticking out from under a pile of ten cars El was stacking like LEGO returned, but Billy just squinted over, cocking his head.

“...you think she’s weird and stupid?”

“No,” Steve shook his head. “No, I would never, ever call El stupid.”

“...the sheriff’s really protective, huh,” Billy’s knuckles whitened on his steering wheel.

“Oh. Uh, I’ll ask him to call them off. He said if they see you out at night they’ll be watching, though. Or, uh, if you leave town.”

“...yeah.” Billy shut his eyes, leaning his head back, and Steve yelled something and grabbed for the wheel again. “It’s fine, Harrington, fuck off.”

When they finally pulled in to Steve’s driveway, Steve half fell out of the car, dragging his bag, and fumbled with his keys.

“Jesus,” Billy grabbed them, unlocked the door, and pushed him inside.

“I’m so tired,” Steve lurched for the stairs. “Bed, oh my god.”

Billy followed him upstairs. “Harrington,” he sang softly, swaying his hips as he lifted his shirt, and Steve let himself fall onto the bed grinning over.

“There’re sweats in the drawer.”

“...thought you wanted a shower,” Billy paused, watching him fumble his shoes back out from under the covers and attempt to untie them.

“Too tired,” Steve waved, eyes already closed.

He awoke to Billy shouting his name, in the dark, feeling like his heart was about to explode out of his chest, and he had to--No, he told himself. They’re never real, not--Billy Hargrove’s here. His clothes were cold and wet, and his lungs hurt, so he breathed--at first in gasps--and Billy grabbed his shoulders, pulling him across a wood floor. The shrieks of idiotic middle schoolers in over their heads and the smell of the dank tunnels gave way to the dim light of the stairway. His fingers were cold and numb. Something slid out of his hand and clattered--from the feel and sound, his bat.

“What the fuck, Harrington,” Billy was panting against him. “The fuck, what is--what are--what’s going on, Harrington.” Steve worked the hand that’d been locked around the bat, realizing his teeth were chattering.

It hurt to use his voice. “What’d I do?” he leaned into Billy’s warmth, slowly registering Billy yanking at his fingers, where they were locked around his arm. Steve jerked his fingernails away from the other boy’s inner arm, feeling for the wall.

“The fuck was that,” Billy stumbled away from him. “You almost hauled me down the fucking stairs, what the fuck--”

“Sorry,” Steve let his head thud against the wall, and tried to impose Billy’s hoarse shouting over the residual panic. It was hard to hear over his thudding pulse. “Where’s Dustin, is Will--” he grabbed the bannister to pull himself up, and Billy shoved him back down, crouching next to him.

“He’s not fuckin’ here, Steve--”

“Okay, okay,” Steve let himself be held in place, leaning his head into Billy’s shoulder. He smelled like the antiseptic on his head, clean laundry, and his own cologne, and Steve breathed it in. Billy’s the only monster here. He snorted. “...I...did I call anyone? Shit.”

“The hell kind of nightmare was that,” Billy leaned in, breath warm against his hair. “You’re insane.”

“Don’t usually get ‘em with you here,” Steve giggled, realizing they were hugging in his hallway in the dead of night. “What good are you.”

Billy took a deep breath. “...one thing about being garbage,” he said into the hair next to Steve’s ear.

“Hrm?” Steve pulled him closer, aware of the January air on his sweat-soaked t-shirt.

“...nobody believes what I say,” Billy breathed into his ear. “If--if that’s why you won’t--”

“Shit,” Steve sighed, and Billy’s mouth shut with a click. “No, goddammit.”

“Fuck you. Sorry. I don’t even care,” Billy jerked away, covering all his conversational bases.

“No--” Steve squinted around, trying to blink back the dark haze in case it was more in his head than the hall, then scooped his bat off the floor. He grabbed the bannister again to pull himself up--his knees felt structurally unsound--and leaned on it, stalking back to his room. “Look, I’ll ask Hopper whether I can tell you if you want, but he’s probably gonna say no, and he’s gonna wanna know why you know I--do that. Now.”

“That’s why the stupid cartoons, isn’t it. No,” Billy followed. “Fuck no, don’t, it’s fine, I don’t need him pissed at me. That’s what you do when you’re alone?”

“No, sometimes I just scream,” Steve dropped into the desk chair, pulling his wet shirt over his head. “Once I called the police and sent them to the Byers’.” He pressed his fists against his eyes, willing the stinging to stop.

“...I can make hot chocolate.” He grabbed an old mug from Steve’s desk, hovering by his elbow.

“No, stay here,” Steve laughed, blood pounding with adrenaline. I almost miss the usual fog in my head, it keeps me from wondering how I’m gonna last the next five years if the only sleeping pill that works is Billy Hargrove--

Billy leaned in for a hard kiss, swinging his leg over to drop into Steve’s lap with enough force that the desk chair rolled the few feet to the bed. The motion further unsettled Steve’s stomach, but the warmth was good. “Mm,” he said softly, letting his eyes slide shut, losing himself in Billy’s gentle teeth biting at his lips and tongue. As the chair tipped and resettled, unprepared for two squirming basketball players, he dropped a hand to hold Billy’s ass securely on his lap. The other, he slid through the hair above Billy’s right ear, avoiding the gash from the night before.

Billy jerked back with a whine. “Harrington,” he hissed, his fingers digging into Steve’s shoulders. “What--”

His hot breath against Steve’s face was coming faster, so Steve opened his eyes, blinking into Billy’s reddened ones. “What’s wrong?”

“Like I’d know,” Billy grinned, watching his face, then relaxed against his chest again, laughing into a kiss.

Steve groaned softly, feeling his hips buck up at Billy’s hot weight. “Mnn. No. What--nn.” As Billy struggled with the fly, Steve slid a hand down as well, tugging Billy’s black t-shirt up, and sliding his hand down between jersey and taut abs. Billy’s whole body went stiff against him.

“Where you headed,” his voice sounded hoarse against Steve’s chin.

“Uh,” Steve paused. “Same...as...you?”

“Liking kissing and blowjobs is normal,” Billy grabbed Steve’s hand, pulling it out of his pants. His hand on Steve’s wrist felt bruisingly tight, and Steve jerked at it. The chair creaked. Billy leaned to whisper against his mouth. “What the hell are you doing, Steve Harrington. King Steve.”

“Lemme go,” Steve yanked again, feeling his wrist bones grinding together. “Let go of me, Hargrove--” he yanked himself loose, the chair slowly spinning with the momentum of his flung arm, and Billy fumbled for the tie at the front of his sweatpants, trembling against Steve’s shoulder as he finally jerked them loose and down, and slid a cold sweaty hand against Steve’s dick.

Steve yelped, grabbing Billy’s wrist. “Jesus, Billy.”

“It’s just a hand, Harrington,” Billy stared into his eyes, mouth quirking. “Or I got a mouth if you can wait for five seconds to get your pants down.”

Steve felt the chill of his room, taking in the shine to Billy’s eyes, and his trembling. “Sorry. I won’t do anything you don’t like,” Steve whispered, letting his eyes close at the thud through his collarbone as Billy dropped his forehead against it. “...how’s your head?” He leaned back as Billy tried to shift closer, and the chair creaked and made a plasticky popping noise. They both froze. “--hey--”

It creaked again as Billy rolled his hips, and Steve let his eyes slide closed again at the giddy whirl up from his lower belly, biting at Billy’s lips, pink and hot from kissing. “Billy,” he whispered, his breath warming where his tongue had just been. He slid his hands up Billy’s back, warming the cool muscles. “Hargrove. On the bed.”

“Shut it, Harrington,” Billy snickered as the chair tilted again. “Floor’s fine.”

“Come on. Bed. You’re gonna--Billy--” he wrapped his arms tightly around the idiot, and Billy went still. “Come on,” Steve whispered into his hair. “Come on to the bed.”

“Fuck you, Harrington, it’d be an accident, right,” Billy snorted, but allowed himself to be pushed back off the chair. “Not like I’ve done anything--today--”

“God,” Steve whispered, trying to reach for Billy’s sweatpants as Billy bit at his fingers, sucking one into his mouth. “If we get on the bed, we won’t fall on our asses and it won’t--jesus, let me--”

Billy growled, standing aside to yank at his pants before shoving them down to his ankles, hopping alongside the bed, kicking one pant leg off his foot, and dropping astride Steve’s upper thighs.

“I heard there are classes for strippers, you could work on that,” Steve grinned at being confronted with Billy’s half-hard dick, and Billy punched at him, but let Steve catch his fist and pull him in for a kiss.

He took a shaky breath as Steve rolled to pin him, then laughed up. “What you gonna do now you’ve got me?”

“I dunno,” Steve leaned his forearms across Billy’s, watching his breathing speed up. It was hard not to stare at Billy’s dick--it’d firmed up abruptly with Steve on top--bobbing with Billy’s ragged breaths, and oozing precum to pool across Billy’s abs. “Billy. You want me to stop?”

At the sound of his first name, Billy’s dick pulsed. “Nah,” he swallowed, shuddering, but his skin felt even colder, and when Steve leaned in for a kiss, he flinched. “Come the fuck on. Grab my hair again. I’ll get into it.”

Steve’s stomach clenched, and he rolled to drop along Billy’s warm side, sighing at the ceiling.

“Fuck you, Harrington,” Billy swung a leg off the bed, yanking at his arm, and Steve raised his head to free it.

Steve stared at the ceiling, feeling the bed shake as Billy started giggling wetly, curled away from him. “Dude,” Steve rubbed his face, eventually smacking a clumsy hand over Billy’s mouth as he tensed up to, Steve suspected, start yelling about something. “I’m not gonna do anything to you, asshole.”

“I know,” Billy shook his hand off, laughing. “You’re hard for me. It’ll be just like having a girl in your lap.”

“I mean, I’m not just gonna--just--lose my shit all of a sudden,” Steve threw a fist toward the ceiling, miming an explosion.

Billy rolled to laugh against his shoulder. “Kaboom, mushroom cloud.”

“But you gotta tell me if I’m doing something you don’t like,” Steve sighed, rolling to watch Billy’s tense smile as Steve ran a thumb along his cheek.

“‘S boring,” Billy pushed forward into a kiss, his mouth soft and open, and Steve groaned at the sudden hot hand fumbling with his dick through his briefs.

“God, Billy,” he gripped handfuls of Billy’s shirt, kissing clumsily over his mouth and face as Billy kept pushing his hands back up there.

“D’you want my mouth,” Billy whispered. “Feels just like a mouth, any mouth, Nanc--”

“...you want mine?” Steve cut him off before he had to get mad, feeling like his veins were running honey--warm and sweet. No monsters ever existed, not in any stupid teen movie Billy Hargrove would be in.

“Fuck no, I know those rules,” Billy started army crawling down the bed. “I’m a stupid piece of shit, but I’m not gonna--”

“What rule,” Steve grabbed his head, holding him in place for another kiss. “Hargrove.”

Billy’s eyes fluttered shut, but then he wrested his head away, grinning. “The ‘get too queer on you and get my head smashed into the fucking dumpster’ rule,” Billy tugged at his sweatpants, and Steve lifted his pelvis.

“I’m not--oh jesus, Billy--” he lost his train of thought as Billy’s mouth slipped over his dick clear up to his lower belly, taking him in with no hesitation. “Christ, how many cocks have you sucked, you’re fucking--you’re--fuck--Hargrove--”

Billy snickered around him, and Steve had no idea what he said then, under the influence of the vibrations of Billy’s throat. Probably mostly laughing about how short a time it was gonna be, and entirely profane. Billy’s tongue was everywhere he wanted it--up stroking the bundle of nerves under the head, and down his length again--which was just as well, because with all the muscles in his body feeling like they were drawing in to the wet heat of Billy’s mouth, all Steve could do was focus on breathing and try not to pull his hair.

Billy pulled off, looking up through his lashes, and Steve whined. “Just yank on it, jesus,” he butted his head against Steve’s hand, and Steve got a handful of curls.

He mumbled something around Steve’s dick as he sunk his lips over it again, and Steve breathed deep, chanting ‘fuck, jesus, fucking hell,’ as the vibration undid him.

“Shit, sorry,” Steve breathed, “Sorry, shoulda--shoulda warned you, jesus.”

Billy pulled off, eyes lowered, and wiping his mouth. Steve flailed an arm down and dragged him back up the bed, rolling to wrap both arms and a leg around him, panting. “God. I don’t...I don’t even...know what all I just... yelled,” he bit at Billy’s stubble.

“You should be thanking me for all that practise,” Billy mumbled, tense against him.

“Mmm. Thanks,” he giggled, hugging him tighter. “Thank you, thank you, happy to help you out anytime with your drills.”

Billy pulled back, studying his face.

“Oh my god,” Steve let himself roll onto his back. “I haven’t felt this good since like. Everything happened.”

Billy snorted, ducking his head. “Yeah, whatever. Lemme use your shower.”

“No, wait. You still all ‘hands off’ about your dick?”

“...you don’t fucking want my cock in your hand, Steve, I’m not that stupid.”

“Okay,” Steve kissed his eyelids, his forehead, and the end of his nose.

“S’not my mouth,” Billy growled, grabbing Steve’s chin and holding it in place to stop the kisses Steve was peppering his face. “The fuck are yoummph,” he kissed back.

His mouth’s even hotter than his face, Steve thought, trying not to giggle. He wears more makeup than Nancy, and he tastes like me, gross. “Oh, you’re shaking,” he snorted. “Your balls are gonna explode blue. Okay. C’mere.”

“Let me go be okay in the shower,” Billy grunted into another kiss, but pushed closer, running his hands up Steve’s ribs.

“How about you jack off,” Steve combed his fingers through the hair at the sides of Billy’s head, “--and I kiss you. I’ll just kiss you. Your favourite thing.”

“Shut up, you’re not that good a kisser,” Billy leaned in to him, holding his breath as he tried not to pant. “Jus’...my hand on my cock, right,” he whispered.

“Go ahead,” Steve cupped his jaw. He could feel the skin he was kissing getting hotter, and he almost slid a hand down Billy’s neck and collarbones, but kept his hands where he’d promised. Billy shuddered against him. “God,” Steve kissed across his eyelashes, his fingers on Billy’s neck reverberating with his thumping heart.

“It’ll--it’ll get on you,” Billy mumbled, but allowed himself to be pulled so close Steve could feel Billy’s clenched knuckles jerking up and down against his belly.

“Fuck,” Billy’s kisses got clumsy, his eyes fluttering shut, and Steve twined his fingers tighter in the silky brown curls, clenching his fist.

Billy moaned, going limp and solid against him. “...I need another fucking shower,” he whispered around kisses, and Steve snorted painfully, laughing against Billy’s sweaty shoulder.

“Hey,” Steve ran his nails over the base of Billy’s skull and up the back of his head, grinning as an entire basketball player tried to fold into his hand like a cat.

“Mmn,” Billy huffed back, pressing his face against Steve’s t-shirt.

“I forgot about a condom.” Billy went still. “I just…” Steve sighed. “...how many dumpsters did you get slammed into? What if I had syphilis?”

“From Nancy Wheeler?” Billy barked with laughter. “What the fuck.”

“There were ‘before Nancy’ times. God, you shoulda heard the riot act she read me. You ever use condoms?”

“...give the fucking blow job back,” he could feel the heat of Billy’s face through his shirt.

“Jesus. Go to the fucking doctor, you moron, find out whether my dick’s gonna fall off. And don’t put anything in you without a sock on it.”

“I wasn’t fucking...outside the bar, taking all comers--” Steve snorted at the image, and Billy elbowed him, huffing a laugh into his shoulder.

“You gonna do it, though?” Steve rubbed Billy’s taut neck with his thumb, and Billy sighed.

“Fuck you.”

“If that’s somethin’ you wanna do,” Steve leaned to mouth at his ear. “If I can trust you to stay clean...for me.” He grinned at Billy’s shudder.

“Don’t fuckin’ tease me,” Billy growled against his chest. “Just. Sometimes, I’d--”

“I mean I don’t wanna know, just if you’re gonna keep climbin’ in my lap--”

“Are we going steady now,” Billy snorted against his jaw, and Steve’s hand stopped stroking his hair. “Shit, no,” Billy punched the bed, shoving himself off it. “I didn’t mean that. I didn’t mean that, Harrington, fuck.”

“You...seriously wanna be my boyfriend?” Steve rolled to frown over the edge of the bed, and Billy scrambled back against the wall.

“I know that’s not--I know my--I’m sorry--fuck, Steve,” he laughed, letting his head fall back against the wall with a smack. Steve opened his mouth, still coming up with a reply, and Billy shut his eyes and knocked his head back into the wall again, and again, hard enough that the clock rattled.

“Jesus,” Steve scrambled off the bed, yanking him away from the wall, and running his hand up the back of Billy’s head. It wasn’t sticky. “Jesus, Hargrove.”

“Sorry,” Billy snorted, but his skin was cold and damp. “She shoulda just thrown me in a fucking dumpster. I didn’t mean it, jesus. Please don’t.”

“I’m not mad, jesus, c’mon...come here, don’t--”

“Don’t act like you don’t give a shit,” Billy grabbed the hand Steve was trying to inspect his head with. His hands were freezing. “Tommy says Jonathan Byers fucked your girl and you showed up with that baseball bat, c’mon, Harrington, what’s it gonna be, is he the one all over your fucking nailbat, I’m fucking sorry, I won’t say that shit, I promise--” he laughed, wiping his nose, his eyeliner streaking. “Promise from Billy fucking Hargrove, because that means fuck-all, shit--”

“Oh,” Steve blinked. Yeah, actually, that probably looked pretty bad. He rubbed his face. Jesus, Steve. “Uh. Shit, no.”

Billy grabbed his other wrist so tightly the bones creaked. “Lemme go. Just let me the fuck go. I’ll go home, I won’t tell anybody. You know I won’t fucking tell anybody, nobody’d fucking believe me--”

“No, seriously, shut up--”

“I’m shutting up, Harrington--”

Steve tried to lift one of his hands, and Billy jerked his head away, breathing shakily.

“Calm the fuck down. Billy fucking Hargrove, don’t do any crazy Billy shit, okay,” he kept his voice level. “It’s--I don’t care, shit, it’s fine. Tell--tell anyone. Anything. I’ll kiss you in class, I do not give a shit.” He tried to suppress a snicker, and it turned into a giggle. “I will fucking date you, if that’s what you want, stop giving yourself brain damage.”

“I don’t wanna date some psycho with a bat, I’m not asking you to prom,” Billy growled.

Steve couldn’t stop giggling, the image of Billy Hargrove as Prom King not helping. “God help whoever lets you make a speech,” he left his hand on the ground, but ran his thumb over Billy’s naked toes.

“Don’t fuckin’ tickle me,” Billy let go, scooting back.

“Y-you have a mouth that--that doesn’t unfold,” Steve gasped, miming the demodog’s unfurling with spread fingers, and he cackled at Billy’s blank face. “It’s g-good enough for me.”

“...you’re unhinged,” Billy stared. “The fuck is that, an alligator?”

“Fuck yeah,” Steve let himself fall to the side, his side starting to cramp with laughter. “Bring it. They can call me the Gatorfucker.”

“You’re a--you--basket case,” Billy sat wide-eyed, elbow at a weird angle as he tried to let Steve lie on the floor giggling without breaking his wrist.

“I am,” Steve nodded, wiping his eyes against his upper arm. “Oh my god, I am. I see monsters,” he tried to hold a straight face, but blew out his cheeks in a cackle at Billy’s glower.

“Are you on drugs,” Billy let go of his wrists to keep from being yanked forward as Steve rolled onto his back, kicking his feet.

“Maaaaaaybe I should be,” Steve grinned at the ceiling, wiping his eyes.

“Telling me to see a fucking doctor.” Billy looked hilarious, Steve thought, naked and spooked against the plaid wallpaper, and Steve started giggling again, clutching his stomach.

“Still--” he swallowed, trying to catch his breath, “--still wanna date? We could keep watch on the roof. Then a nice patrol through the snow at two o’clock in the morning. I’ll keep you safe. You can kiss off the monster blood.” His giggles ceased at the memory of Jonathan and Nancy clinging to each other.

“You thought I was a monster earlier,” Billy got up and started gathering his clothes. “‘F’I hadn’t yelled so loud, maybe you’d be a murderer. Nice, Harrington, really excellent.”

“Byers is fine,” Steve rolled his eyes. “You really think he’d be walking around if I hit him with that thing? That bat didn’t get anywhere close to you, you fucking moron.”

“Then what the hell were you dragging me around for?”

“Oh come on,” Steve flailed a fist toward Billy’s foot, missing by several inches. “I thought we were being attacked, it was a stupid dream, I was thinking ‘save the civilian!’, I wouldn’t have hurt you.”

“...you dreamed you were saving me,” Billy stopped to frown down. “...what do you mean civilian.”

“...nothing,” Steve sat up, stretching, and grinned as Billy’s eyes strayed to his shoulders, then down his chest. “Come on, stick around. Boyfriend.”

“Shut up,” Billy snorted, walking a wary circle around him, but dropping to sit on the bed.

“You really are Danny Zuko, lusting after Stevey Dee--”

“What the shit--”

“I was paying so much attention to Travolta’s ass in that, how did I not even notice--”

“I’m gonna kick your ass, Hargrove--”

“Be nice to your sweetie-pie. How we gonna work this,” Steve rolled onto his stomach, propping his chin up with his elbows on the floor. “We could go to the movies? I guess..? It’s dark.”

“Shut up. You’re not funny.”

“It’d be just like an affair, actually. We’d have to tell people we were--”

“Shut the fuck up, Harrington.”

“Fine, whatever. You trying to leave town?”

“...what.”

“He searched your trunk,” Steve leaned to look at the clock. “Wanna order food?”

“With what money,” Billy curled up on the bed. “Hadta quit my job and move to the sticks. And he’s told everybody I’m a fucking...serial killer by now.”

“...Heard there’s a mall opening up,” Steve hopped up to rifle his desk for a rubber-banded stack of bedraggled menus. “I bet the new businesses’ll hire. You had a job?”

“Yeah, fuckhead, I had a job. You think he bought me that car?”

“Huh. You want pizza or Chinese?”

“...I don’t give a shit,” Billy swallowed, following him downstairs to lurk around the doorway as Steve ordered a whole lot of meat and noodles.

In the front room, naked with the phone in his lap, Steve grinned over again.

“What now,” Billy sighed.

“We’re covered in jizz. Come on, shower.” He wandered over, sliding his arm around Billy’s waist.

“...not getting my mouth on your dick again, asshole,” Billy smirked, leaning in to a kiss.

“S’fine, we’ve only got fifteen minutes.”

After ten minutes of scrubbing whatever surface was closest, whether it was on his body or Billy’s--particularly if it made Billy huff a soft laugh--Steve piled out of the shower and grabbed a towel, leaving Billy cackling against the shower wall. “The hell was that, your majesty, you really needed to scrub my elbow twice?”

Steve stuck his head back in for a kiss, flicking Billy’s shoulder to get his attention. He blinked, but leaned forward, his ass still under the shower, and Steve kept his body as far from the water as he could drying off. “...we look like those kissing salt-and-pepper shakers,” he whispered, leaning in again.

“Mmn,” Billy hummed back, grinning against his lips. “You’re gonna have to get the food naked.”

“Worth it,” he pulled back, closing the shower door.

When Billy wandered down, his hair was mostly dry, and Steve kept his hands in the blood-free zone hauling him close. “...lemme wash your hair later.”

“It’s not that bad,” Billy allowed himself to be pressed against the counter, kissing Steve’s mouth over the next three sentences he tried to start.

“Oi,” Steve bit his lips together, lifting his head to escape, and ran his hands up and down Billy’s arms. “It’s got a load of blood in it. I’ll be careful, just lemme wash it in the sink.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Billy hefted himself onto the counter, pulling Steve’s head in with both hands to hold him in a convenient kissing position.

Steve lost himself in clean soft Billy Hargrove smells until the doorbell rang. “Mm--Billy--” he pulled back, then leaned back in, stopping to really appreciate the firm thighs on either side of his waist, the muscles under his hands on Billy’s abs, the heat of his mouth, and the intent dark eyes watching him for sudden motions. “I’m hungry. For noodles,” he specified, and Billy snorted. He lingered through another two rings before running off, leaving Billy to bury his face in his hands. When he returned, he handed over the cartons, watching as Billy scrounged for plates.

“...your cupboard handles are dusty.”

“There’s no hot chocolate in there,” Steve watched, then shrugged, meandering around opening drawers before holding up folding napkins victoriously and spreading them on the table as placemats.

“How do you...do you even know how to wash dishes?”

“I know how soap works,” Steve rolled his eyes, leaning to lay a kiss on him as he slid by with the silverware.

“...what that look for,” Billy finally asked, portioning out the Mongolian Beef, and cutting the odd eggroll in half.

“Why are we even using dishes,” Steve stepped closer and stabbed his fork into the bigger half. “It comes in dishes.”

“...I just imagined you setting up a romantic dinner. Would you cut the pizza box in half? Who needs candles, just set the lid on fire.”

Steve gasped. “I’d do my boy better than thUF--” he choked as Billy elbowed him in the stomach.

“I will fucking murder you,” Billy whispered in his ear, but Steve leaned into him, laughing.

“Chill out, c’mon, dinner and a movie.”

“...better not be singing mice,” Billy allowed himself to be drawn out into the front room to the coffee table.

“Laserdiscs are over there, pick something out, if you’re sick of Fievel.”

“What’s Ghostbu--”

“Holy fucking christ no,” Steve waved it away.

“Wh--”

“No no no,” Steve leaned over and pushed it back into the crate. Billy very slowly slid it back out, biting back a grin, and Steve leaned to thunk their shoulders. “Noooooo,” he whispered. “You don’t know how many times Dustin’s watched it. He recites along with it, it’s so fucking annoying, you have no idea--” he leaned in for a stealth kiss attack, sliding the case out and quickly tossing it under the couch while Billy raised an eyebrow, but hummed against his mouth. “If you want to win him over, ask him about it, but do not make me sit through that fucker again.”

“Why would I wanna win him over,” Billy rolled his eyes, pulling out The Howling.

“I dun~no,” Steve sing-songed, shifting to block Billy’s swift elbow.

Halfway through The Howling, Billy leaned in to nock his head under Steve’s chin. “Are you afraid of...werewolves,” he whispered, and Steve snorted a laugh.

“That’s definitely it, you’re on to me. Hey,” he leaned to kiss Billy’s head, getting another weirded-out glance for his trouble. “Come on, I can wash your hair.”

“Do I stink,” Billy tried to sniff at a hank of it, wincing as he tugged.

“It’s all clotted, come on.”

“...can wash my own fucking hair,” Billy allowed himself to be drug by the hand into the kitchen.

“Just where you got gashed. There’s blood in your hair, I can see what I’m doing.” Leaving his captive feral by the kitchen sink, Steve ran up and found the shampoo, returning to find Billy shirtless, and trying to comb his fingers through the matted edges of his hair.

“How’d they let you in IHOP, you look like a corpse from a horror movie,” Steve turned on the hot water, folding his arms. “It takes a minute to get hot.”

“I tied it up, it kinda--” Billy fluffed the top, hiding the gash, and tucked the bloodied hanks underneath. “El--Eleven?” he frowned over, mouth quirked.

“Or Jane, but I mean, if she told you something else...”

Billy rolled his eyes. “She was really into it, took half my bobby pins and elastics.”

“You...sat in IHOP giving hair tips,” Steve said slowly, feeling his cheeks heat.

“No,” Billy snorted. Steve raised his eyebrows, and Billy turned on the cold water.

“Are you giving me a bath or what.”

“What,” Steve made a face, but pushed his sleeves up.

“You picked me up from the pound, you gotta deal with my mange,” Billy grinned over, bracing his arms on the edge of the sink and leaning in.

Steve tested the water, his cheeks flushing. “Just wondered whether your hair tips were as good as my hair tips.” He cleared his throat, grabbing the sprayer, and ran his fingers up the back of Billy’s neck and head to get his hair over the sink. “...have to see who has better hair, Dustin or El.”

“The hell d’you know about curls,” Billy snorted, but his neck was turning red under Steve’s fingers.

“This too hot?” Steve sprayed Billy’s wrist, and he jumped.

“...s’fine.”

“Okay,” he started wetting it down, remembering the tangles Nancy fought with, and trying not to yank. The water on Billy’s right side ran reddish-brown. “Tell me if it hurts--”

“Fuck you,” Billy’s voice was muffled, and his clench on the edge of the sink was white-knuckled, but he turned his head easily as Steve ran the sprayer behind his ear, and up the back of his neck, and pushed his head down into the sink so the water didn’t run down his back.

“You’re doin’ good,” Steve said, for no real reason other than the tension shaking Billy’s shoulders, but he snorted, relaxing forward a bit as Steve let go of the sprayer and grabbed the shampoo. “Okay,” he started gathering up the long curls, working them into suds, and scratching his nails and thumbs in circles around Billy’s scalp, and Billy made a noise that started as a grunt but kinda turned into a whine. Steve narrowed his eyes at the scabbed area he was carefully avoiding. “That hurt?”

“...n-no,” Billy’s voice sounded hoarse, so Steve slowed up a bit, trying to be more careful about tugging the hair on the right side of his head.

“...almost done,” he reached under to turn Billy’s head and work the shampoo along his hairline. His hand on Billy’s neck informed him Billy’s heart was pounding, and he kept swallowing. “...seriously,” Steve turned him the other way, “Are you okay? You feel like you’re having a heart attack.”

“Shut up,” Billy mumbled, hipchecking him into the sink.

“You want conditioner?” Steve offered, grabbing the sprayer. “Keep your eyes shut.”

“Yes I fucking want conditioner,” Billy growled, and Steve grinned, ducking his head to see--sure enough, Billy’s face was as red as his neck and shoulders.

“I’ll just take my time then,” Steve rinsed carefully, his left hand on the back of Billy’s neck to keep the water back. Billy shivered when he took it away, and Steve couldn’t resist smacking a kiss there, just to watch him jerk and glower over his shoulder.

“You don’t have to do conditioner,” he muttered. “I’m not gonna die of one day--”

“Yeah, you didn’t exactly say please,” Steve got a handful of conditioner, watching Billy laugh and wipe his face.

“Fuck you, Harrington.” He leaned back in, and Steve held his hands down within view, sidling up against him but not actually touching his hair. Billy snorted, turning his face away. “Please, your Majesty, honor me with--jesus,” his knees banged against the cupboard doors as Steve held Billy’s head with one hand, pressing up his skull with the other. Billy grabbed for the sink, and Steve caught him around the waist.

“Christ,” Steve cackled into his shoulder, “Did your knees just give out?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Billy leaned his head in his arms, wiping his face.

“Lemme--lemme grab you a chair,” Steve was giggling, waggling a foot over to grab a kitchen chair and drag it closer. “Kneel on this.”

“...should be healed up soon.” The chair rocked as he clambered onto it. He felt shaky under Steve’s fingers.

“Are you seriously okay?” he started another rinse, after his fingers sank into freezing curls. “Are you cold?”

“I’m just--having--I don’t fucking know, just--fuck you,” Billy mumbled, leaning deeper into the sink.

“...you still want the conditioner? I could--”

“I want the fucking conditioner, are you fucking deaf,” he rubbed his face, wiping his nose, and Steve bit his lips, nodding.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m on it.” He took a while, uncertain what would happen when he finished, and Billy had to lift his head. Maybe he was topping up on tequila while I was paying for the pizza, he frowned around, shifting his feet as Billy leaned into his side, or maybe the stress of not punching anyone for hours broke him. When he was done, he kept his hand on the back of Billy’s head, holding him while he grabbed for the towel, then dropped it over the back of his head, pulling a grumbling, muffled Billy into his arms for a brisk towelling. After a few minutes, he rucked up the edge over Billy’s face, smirking into his narrowed eyes and set jaw.

“Who the hell was that for,” Billy slammed the heel of his hand into Steve’s chest, shoving him away and stomping to the fridge. “What do you have to drink, Harrington.”

Steve, who hadn’t been inviting his alcohol suppliers over, and had lost the main privilege of living at the party house--free liquor--crossed his arms. “The hell are you mad about.”

“The fuck was that,” Billy waved at his hair, slamming the fridge so hard the plates in the cupboard rattled. “You--who the hell are you in love with, are you still fucking--Nancy Wheeler? Go--fucking go get her,” he pulled the towel over his head again, stalking into the front room.

“What are you even talking about,” Steve followed him out, scooping up a container of chowmein and digging in as he dropped on the couch.

“Let’s go,” Billy punched his shoulder, frowning at the container. He grinned over. “Let’s go fuck up her new man. Drag him out.”

Steve choked, smacking his chest, chewed, and swallowed before staring over. “What the hell, dude. What have you got against Jonathan Byers.”

Billy scooted in close, his grin tense. “You keep lying to me. Don’t fucking pretend that whole--that hairwashing bullshit was for me.”

“...you had blood in your hair,” Steve leaned away. “I just washed blood out of your hair--”

Billy laughed, grabbing the front of his sweatshirt. “Ha. No way, Harrington. No fucking way. Come on. Don’t waste it on me. Let’s go get her--”

Steve shoved his hands off, clambering over the arm of the couch and padding back into the kitchen to lean against the counter. “Shut up. Leave ‘em alone.” Billy came up and slid his arms around him from behind, all warm breath and firm muscles, and Steve groaned into his noodles. “Fuck off, asshole, we’re not--we’re not gonna lynch somebody ‘cause you think I need a girlfriend.”

“Not a girlfriend,” Billy kissed his neck. “Her. You got some...Romeo and Juliet shit going on. She’s not dead, just go get her.”

“She’s too smart for me,” Steve snorted. “Wasn’t gonna last. She’s going off to college, I’m just...staying in Hawkins. It’s over, man, what the hell--” he leaned his head back, trying to see Billy’s face, and ended up in an awkward, upside-down kiss that still made him light-headed. “Jesus,” he panted. “Anyway. Didn’t take you for a matchmaker.”

“I’m not--”

“Why the hell you trying so hard to get me to bang somebody else when we’re making out,” Steve let himself be turned around, sliding his arms around Billy’s neck to kiss him.

“Just feel like a blow-up doll, letting you pull your pretend boyfriend bullshit,” Billy accepted the kiss despite his glower.

“My what?” Steve laughed. “Yeah, that’s what I’d do with a sex doll, wash its hair.”

“Or a dog,” he’d gone still, leaning away.

“What?!” Steve cocked his head.

“Didja want me to wag my tail and beg for more, Harrington,” Billy whispered in his ear, then elbowed out of his arms. “Want me to eat out of your hand? Eat shit. Fuck you.” He shoved off the counter and stalked away to the front room, leaving Steve squinting after him in annoyed confusion. “I’m starting the movie back up,” he yelled from the front room, and Steve meandered out, plonking himself on the opposite end of the couch and crossing his arms.

After a few minutes trying to forget about Billy and remember what was going on in the plot, Billy crawled over and flopped with his head in Steve’s lap, and Steve groaned.

“What about Carol.”

“What,” Steve sighed, running his fingers through damp curls.

Billy leaned his head into it, closing his eyes. “Carol. Fuck Carol. She’ll still invite me over.”

The bark of laughter surprised Steve as much as it did Billy, who jumped. “Why would I fuck Carol. Gross. She and Tommy are soulmates. One day he’ll propose and they’ll just repeat ‘Do you wanna get married,’ after each other like parrots, like, for infinity.”

Billy snorted, coughing. “Their vows will be ‘I know you do but what do I.’

Steve cracked up, bending to kiss his face, and finally stopped because Billy wasn’t laughing. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, what is this shit you keep doing,” he stared up, eyebrows knitted. “You just fucking. Kissed my forehead.”

“Is it out of bounds,” Steve grinned down, and Billy rolled to face the TV instead.

“...we’re missing the movie.”

“If you want me to stop touching you, maybe get out of my lap,” Steve slid his hand along Billy’s side, and watched him close his eyes, curling closer.

“...shut up.”

When the credits rolled, Billy grabbed up the dishes, shoving Steve back into the couch when he tried to follow.

Steve wandered in to find him washing the dishes, dug a towel out of the drawer, and was shoved into another chair.

“The fuck, Hargrove.”

“Almost done.”

“Let me dry, and you’ll be done sooner.”

“No hurry.”

“It’s--” Steve frowned at the clock. “It’s only nine-thirty, but I’ve already had a long fucking night,” he got up again to pull Billy’s hips against his. “I wanna sleep. If you aren’t gonna let me, go home. If you’re staying, get the fuck in my bed.”

Billy relaxed against him. “...I can sit and stay, your majesty.”

“Okay, Sparky,” Steve rolled his eyes. “...hey.”

“Mm?” Billy dried the last fork, leaning back against him.

“You can just stay here. Just come over, it’s fine.”

“What.”

“If I’m not here, Ms. Williams said you can go there.” Steve drug him towards the stairs, and Billy’s feet scuffled at the floor.

“What the hell--fuck both of you. Fuck you, you--”

“Is that a ‘thank you’, I hear? Thank you, Steve! Thank you! Thank you to Ms Williams, and her dogs!”

“Fuck do you mean stay here,” Billy yanked free. “Shut the fuck up. I can’t stay here. She’s not gonna--”

“If you want to,” Steve pulled him back. “We’re not--”

Billy shoved him against the wall. “You trying to get me sucking your cock again? Just fucking tell me.” The shove had knocked the air out of Steve’s lungs, and he took a deep breath, jerking his head back as Billy growled in his ear. “You want me again?”

“I wanna sleep,” Steve pushed him off, but grabbed his hand to haul him upstairs.

Billy yanked away to walk around the other side of the bed as soon as they were in Steve’s room, dropping back to sit against the headboard.

“...aren’t you gonna sleep?” Steve paused, half out of his sweatshirt.

“Just got up from a nap,” Billy stared outside. “I actually sleep at home.”

“What’s out there?” Steve crawled over the bed, squinting out the window.

“Nothing! Jesus! I was looking for cops, you fucking...nutcase,” Billy groaned as Steve slid up next to him, aiming at his mouth, but kissing his cheek and ear as he ducked away.

“Mmm,” he licked his lips. “Did you find the spare toothbrushes?”

“I carry one,” Billy rolled his eyes, and Steve yanked him back in by the shoulder for another kiss, grinning as he felt the skin against his lips heating up.

“Fuck are you doing,” Billy blocked him with both hands, but didn’t push him away, and Steve leaned his face against them. “You’re such a nerd,” Billy let himself drop sideways, smiling. “The hell did you think I’d see?”

“Stay-Puff Man,” Steve pulled his sweatshirt the rest of the way off and padded off to the bathroom. “You eat too many marshmallows, if he’s on your mind,” Billy yelled after him, and Steve leaned back around the door, laughing. “No, it’s--never mind. We can watch it.”

When he returned, Billy had deigned to take his boots off and stick his legs under the covers. Steve flicked the light off and slid in, sighing at the smooth, cool feel of the sheets and the weight of the blankets. “...where are you?”

“I’m over here,” Billy snorted. “How close d’you--Harrington,” he grabbed Steve’s hands, and Steve thought to his satisfaction he’d at least go to his grave having made Billy Hargrove sound like an offended librarian.

“C’mon, I wanna--” he tugged at Billy’s arm. “Hug you, I guess. Get in here.”

“Why,” Billy muttered, but slid in, and allowed Steve to test his theory that Billy’s chest was warm and smelled nice. He laid his head on it, sliding a hand up Billy’s abs, and the body under him shivered.

“Sorry,” Steve grinned.

“...I can feel you grinning.”

“This is nice.”

“...shut the fuck up, Harrington.”

Steve opened his mouth to retort, considered what compliment would make Billy flush down to his navel but not elbow him in the face with the rush of emotion--and then he was jerking awake, wiping his mouth, as Billy’s shoulder collided with his jaw. The dim reflected light of the streetlamp showed him Billy’s head jerking. He was mumbling something under his breath. Steve leaned his head out of the danger zone, lifting his hand and patting Billy’s abs, and Billy shuddered, shaking his head slowly back and forth, and curled onto his side with a groan.

“Hargrove,” Steve tried, keeping his voice even. “Billy Hargrove.”

Billy’s ribcage jerked again, and his eyes opened. He stared at the wall as the saltwater that had collected in his eyes spilled to the pillow, then shut his eyes again. “...d’jou drool on me,” he asked thickly.

“...think so,” Steve leaned on his elbow, heart racing. “...was that a nightmare?”

“Nah,” Billy cleared his throat, curling tighter. “Just meditating on a nice fishing trip.”

“Was it, uh, was it your dad--”

“No, actually, I was in a trunk, asswipe,” Billy flung an arm out to smack him.

“...shit.”

“You fucking--kidnapped me, the fuck are you--snuggling--get off--”

“Sorry,” Steve scooted away to sit at the end of the bed, and listen to Billy’s shaky breathing.

“Go ahead.”

“What?”

“Go ahead say whatever the hell you’re gonna--”

“I was thinking ‘Your turn!’” Steve admitted, and Billy choked on a laugh. “...shit, that means it’s my turn again.”

“...that how it works?”

“Apparently.”

“You gonna drag me outta bed again?” Billy’s foot, a fuzzy lump under layers of blankets, nudged Steve’s knee. He squeezed it.

“...I don’t always run for it.” It was hard to tell under the blankets, but he ran his thumb over what was probably the arch of Billy’s foot. “I fell asleep in the kitchen Monday afternoon and dreamed Mike showed up to yell at me because he’d found his parents half eaten, and handed me a foot--”

“What the f--?! Why the--” Billy paused to listen, but his silent laughing was shaking the bed.

“--and of course Dustin was there, and Mrs. Byers, and we had to go find El and Will--she’s--”

“Will’s the kid that...had the funeral?”

“Yeah, so she’s screaming and crying that we have to get to him, we have to save Will, I can’t let him die, but the only car we had to drive was a stick shift, and so I’m trying to go for help and the engine keeps dying and she’s yelling how it’s my fault if he dies, and Dustin’s yelling driving advice in my ear--”

Billy cracked up. “Fuck, you are broken, what the fuck is wrong with you--”

Steve snorfled, trying to suppress laughter, and rubbed tears from his eyes. “I know.”

After a silence that felt like at least a quarter-hour, Billy took a deep breath, and kicked the blanket into Steve’s hip. “I can teach you to drive stick.”

“Thought you were already working on that,” Steve snickered, and Billy kicked him again, laughing.

“Shut up. You want me to?”

“...yeah, sure,” Steve ducked his head, grinning.

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