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cerise-angel · 16 days

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+18 Keys x Reader

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Keys is a pretty handsome guy. The kind of guy that makes anyone feel at ease just by staring at his hazel, puppy-like eyes. He has a pretty slope nose, cute freckles and small moles on his face and body, soft shiny hair and a perfect smile. Keys knows that he's pretty. He likes to act as if he's completely oblivious to his own charms, adding to the whole shy aloof tech guy persona. He knows the look girls and boys give to him, wanting to eat him up. He likes the attention, even though it still makes him flush at the neck and ears sometimes. He likes the way the girls giggle and offer him help when he has trouble with the printer at his job. He knows the flirty eyes and lingering touches girls give to him when he explains something to them, and how wildly they react and he swallows nervously. He knows the sultry tone of voice they use whenever he's alone with them in an elevator. He likes when they touch his cheeks, talking about how cute he looks with his glasses. Keys knows all of it.

He thinks is funny how you seem to act so untouched by his charming aura. He knows you're not imune to him, he noticed the slightly dazed look on your face whenever he talks to you. How you get fidgety, like a scared kitten, when he sits too close to you in meetings. And his favorite, how you cant keep eye contact, looking away and flushing every time. Keys thinks is cute, the way you avoid him, while also acting as if he's not affecting you at all. But then again, he knows he is.

It's friday, and as usual, the small office is nearly empty. Mouser has already left, with a promise of finishing his coding at home. Millie's desk is on your other side, leaving you between her and Keys. It's a little annoying sometimes, because they chat as if you weren't there, or worse, as if you were some kind of wall that they need to dodge to talk to each other. Other than that is nice. Millie is nice with you, and you consider yourselves to be friends. Keys is nicer, but the way you look at him makes clear you don't consider him your friend. He's in undefined territory, since you want him but don't want him to know it. He obviously has better things, or people, to do.

Millie looks at you smiling and waving, before plugging her notebook off, and leaves the place in quiet steps. She doesn't say anything to Keys, as she usually would, but then you realize its because he's focused on something, big headset on, eyes and nose scrunching in concern. You dont know for how long you stare at his face before he catches you, a mischievous glint to the smile he gives to you.

"What you doing?"

You shake your head before answering, feeling your armpits getting warmer with embarrassment. "Just, hm, Millie just left." Keys nods, taking the headset off, before turning his chair to you. He's still smiling, but is almost boyish now. He gets up walking to your desk, stopping just before his waist can touch your shoulders.

"No, what are you still doing here? Having any trouble?" You look at the slight messed up script on your computer screen. Sheepishly you nod, letting him invade the space between you and your desk. He works in silence, typing fast, the blue light of the screen reflecting in his glasses. You can seem to look away from him, inspecting his face and hair and hands and the lean muscles of his forearms, almost concealed by the rolled up sleeves of his grey shirt. It's almost too much, and you feel embarrassed by ogling him, staring quickly at the pen holder on your desk. If Keys notices it he doesn't show you. He does notices it, though. It takes him a lot of inner strength to not let a satisfied smile appear on his face. Instead, he keeps focused on the screen, catching glimpses of your face reflected in the mirror.

Suddenly Keys stops typing, and runs a hand to his hair. You look at the screen in awe. He smiles at you. "Done." You look up to him ready to thank him for helping you, but with the way he looks at you and the way he looks so handsome just standing in the dim lighting has the words caught up in your throat. You swallow, trying to find focus to speak, but he beats you.

"You're still having trouble aren't you?" You frown, not really understanding what he means. You want to ask him, opening your mouth to do so, but his hands cradle your face, he finds his way to stay between your thighs, and pulls your face gently up, to stare at his blown pupils eyes. You don't know to what exactly you're answering, but you nod your head yes, letting your lips part slowly, your breathing starting to get a little ragged. His hands are soft against your cheeks, a little bit of roughness on the tips of the fingers. Keys smile.

"Do you still need my help?" And now you get it, nodding a little too eagerly, tingling anxiety on your armpits, hands and neck. Keys chuckle at you, shaking his head a little. You feel like you're doing too much and intend to pull away, only for him to bend over and attach his lips to yours. His lips are a little chapped, tasting like coffee and melon bubble gum. He kisses you softly, letting you frustrated when he pulls away. His mouth moves to kiss your eye, your cheeks, the edge of your jaw, and your mouth again. He devours you then. The kiss is passionate, his hand running through your scalp to hold you more firmly, nested on the nape of your neck. You kiss him back urgently, letting him lick inside your mouth, sighing with want. Your hands twitch going to hold him by his shirt. Keys pull away, lingering kisses on your forehead.

"What do you want my help with?" He kisses your temple.

"With the mess between your thighs?" He kisses your nose while smiling.

"With the way you keep looking at me, like im not gonna notice those pretty eyes?" He kisses your jaw, nipping the soft skin. You gasp.

"With the way you ignore me? Hurting me?" You clutch his shirt harder, pulling him to kiss you again. He does, happy with your reaction. He kisses your mouth again, slow and lustful, earning whines from how much you want him. His hands go to your waist, for you to get up off your chair. You pull him harder, too anxious to trust your hands exploring on their own. Keys walks back until he sits down on his chair and pulls you to his lap with ease. You sit, arms tangling on his neck, before kissing him again. He dodges, and your kiss lands on his cheekbone.

"Wanna go to my place or to yours?" You think a little, too dazed by him.

"My house is 5 minutes away." He nods. "Mine is two blocks away."

You smile sheepishly, nesting yourself against his warm embrace. "Yours then." He nods too, looking at you in what seems adoration. "Atta girl."

The walk to his building is unnerving. Keys has his arm thrown lazily on your shoulders, as if this was a usual thing. Your body seems to think the same, and you hug him by the waist before you can think about it. He kisses the tip of your nose for that, a subtle new hint of adoration in his eyes. It's nice being so close to someone that you can smell their perfume, their sunscreen, the gum they're chewing, their sweat. Keys is warm, and you indulge yourself in being in his arms on a chilly evening. You could do this every day. You want to do this every day.

The building doesn't have a doorman, and Keys opens the door to you, making a silly face. He tells you his apartment is on the 8th floor, and so, you two walk to the elevator. His body is still glued to yours, hands holding hands, thighs touching thighs. The moment the elevator door closes, his lips are on yours again. It's soft, not nearly as desperate as before, but just as ardent. You pull him by his waist, locking one of legs between yours. He whines in your mouth when you touch a silver of exposed skin between his pants and t shirt. You want to hear him again. Keys slows you down, kissing you languidly and locking your hands with his. You are about to whine about it, but the elevator opens up. When he pulls back and looks at you, his eyes are a pool of molasses, warm and full of affection and yearning. He smiles while you pout at him. "Easy, tiger."

You giggle and he pulls you along the yellow lightning hallway. You feel giddy and excited, the way you felt when you had your first kiss. He looks so handsome in the dim lightning, the yellow hues only enhancing his tanned skin and caramel locks. You wanna eat him up. When he notices your not so subtle staring he laughs, giving you a quick peck on the cheeks before unlocking the door. Keys' place is quite neat, some mess of books and coffee mugs on the small table. You cant look around much, his lips are on your neck, his hands roaming between your ribcage and waist. When he touches your tits, a barely there, whisper of a touch, you gasp. He seems to like your reaction, grunting against your hair. Walking together you both reach his bedroom, where he turns you on his arms. Keys kisses you, urgently, teeth nipping lip, and suddenly you two are on the bed. You pull away, feeling too anxious now that this is actually happening.

"Keys." He's kissing your neck now, his hands under your shirt, his pelvis in synch with yours. You try again. "Keys, I wan-ah-na talk." He stops immediately, looking up to your face with blown pupils and shiny lips. You cant resist the urge to touch him, cupping his cheeks.

"I like you." He gives you a smirk, one of his hands coming up to stroke your cheek. "I can see that." He gestures to the way your legs are wrapped on his waist, locking him against you. You smile softly.

"No, like, I really like you. I don't want this to be a one time thing. I couldn't bear it." He sighs, and looks a little confused. He catches your hands, and kisses your knuckles. He cups your face then. "Honey, i've been trying to get to you for a long time. I want you for a long time. I wouldn't keep chasing you, if this was a one time thing."

You snort, happy he seems to feel the same as you. "You didnt chase me." He laughs ironically, ducking in to kiss your neck. "I did, you just never noticed."

Before you could keep arguing with him, and probably ruin the mood, his mouth was on yours again, a new intention behind the kiss. You grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him even closer to you. You pull away to kiss his neck, and place his hands on tour tits. He gasps and squeezes them softly, whining when you roll your hips against his. "You're too warm. Lets take this off."

You nod eagerly helping him to pull your shirt off. His comes next, and then your jeans and his jeans. Keys kisses you again, and you remove your bra. He pulls back, sitting on his ankles to watch you almost bare before him. He licks his lips, hands going straight to your tits. He squeezes them, focused on your reactions. He kisses one nipple and then the other before fully attaching his mouth to one of them. His thumb flicks the other, and you start to get impossibly wet. Still attached to your breast, his other hand descent to tease your cunt, pressing your cotton covered clit. You moan, and Keys looks up, smiling with his mouth engulfing your breast. You're getting impatient tugging him, squirming legs while he keeps teasing you. He gives you enough to stay in the halfway between your release, but never enough. Keys adores the way you whine and begs for more.

Finally he pulls your panties down, and licks your cunt. You almost cum just from that, back arching, hands tugging his soft hair. You can feel him smile against you and that only makes you wetter. He looks at you, glasses still on.

"Take them off for me please?" You nod, shaking hands taking his glasses and placing delicately at the bedside table. He licks you again, completely focused on your cunt, licking, kissing, devouring it. Keys presses his fingers at your entrance, and you push yourself against them in a desperate attempt.

"So needy, baby." The condescending tone in his voice and the way he pushes one finger inside, then the other, has you crying, clutching tightly to his sheets. He moves them slowly, testing you. "Can you take more?"

You answer yes panting, and he kisses the skin below your belly button as a reward. He adds a third finger and slowly sets a pace, his mouth glued to your clit. He alternates between licking and kissing your cunt and biting playfully at your thighs. You want him to eat you up, and he does, allowing your pleasure to flood through your senses, leaving you with ragged breaths and shaking limbs. Keys seems satisfied when he lays his head on your stomach, his hands caressing the sides of your ribs. He smiles lazily, pure bliss in his eyes, and you smile back, reaching to pet his hair.

"Didn't know you were this skilled in girls department, Mr. Keys." He laughs, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He climbs on top of you, his cock poking close to your cunt. You feel hot all over, and in a bold move, you grab his butt. Keys gasps and feigns a shocked expression before kissing your lips.

"Wanna be inside you." He says softly, before hiding his face between your neck and shoulder. You think is adorable, how he was just between your legs making you moan desperately, and now he seems shy about wanting to have you. You pull his face gently, kissing the tip of his nose. "Then be inside me."

He wastes no time, pushing his boxers down and hurriedly lining himself with you. You feel the air leave your lungs when he sinks in you, it's a nice burning stretch. "Jesus-f-fuck Keys!"

He whimpers and his hands grip you harder. "Sorry, sorry baby. So so sgood, feels so good." Keys starts slowly, allowing your body to get used and to feel all of him. Even though it's still burning, you need more, so you snap your hips against his. He groans, fucking you harder, meeting your hips in synch. Keys brings your legs up his shoulders, allowing him to feel you deeper, to fuck you deeper. His eyes never leave yours, and the way his face scrunch up, every time he fills you entirely, is enough to leave you a whimpering mess. He's close to his release and the soft babbling of how good you feel, how perfect is your pussy, how you look so pretty underneath him has you on the brink of your orgasm too.

Keys bends a little to reach your mouth with his own, and you lose all control, engulfing his body in a warm embrace of arms and legs and kisses. He keeps kissing you, swallowing your cries and slowing down. "Where do you want me, baby?" Everywhere. You want him under your skin, between your ribs, close to your heart. "In me, please." He grunts, rolling his hips slowly, making you mewl. "So polite, so good to me, so, so pretty, such a pretty little face, such a pretty little cunt."

You gasp, and Keys keeps fucking you slowly, steadily, focused on how you feel wrapped around him. You hold him tightly, still on your post climax haze, and he spills inside you. He collapses on top of your body, hands finding rest on your sides. His right hand fetches yours, and the lazy smile on his face when you squeeze his fingers between yours is enough to end all wars. Keys kisses your sternum, your throat, your chin and finally your lips. Is soft and languid, your legs finally resting on the mattress instead of locking his body closer to yours. He smiles between kissing, his hand now caressing your cheeks. "I quite like you, you know." You smile, so happy it almost hurt your cheeks. "I quite like you too." Keys rolls to the side, pulling you to lay beside him. A small blanket is throw over you but you're too focused on Keys' warmth and soft pine smell to notice. He kisses your mouth, nipping softly on the flesh before hugging you closely and dozing off to sleep.

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joshlmbrt · 5 months

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NOW PLAYING;

♫ TRACK 9; You Are In Love. (key’s verison)

. 1:03 ──⚬──── 3:45 .

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warnings; unrequited love - or so you think, keys being the cutest yet oblivious boy,

an; this song is definitely so keys coded! i loved writing this one, thank you for requesting it 🫶🏻 i hope you enjoy it!!

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'AND FOR ONCE, YOU LET GO OF YOUR FEARS AND YOUR GHOSTS.’

Your eyes feel sluggish as you blink slowly, staring at the brown stream of coffee filling the paper cup, hoping for it to wake you up.

“Looks like someone’s been up all night,” You jump slightly, head popping up as you watch the culprit open a sugar packet with his teeth. He dumps the crystals out into his travel mug. “Who was the lucky guy?”

“Funny you think I had a date when I’ve been coding.” You turn back grabbing the hot cup, stepping next to him.

“You need to get out more.” He teases.

“Oh, and you’re an expert at that, huh?” You cut your eyes over to him before looking back and grabbing the cream and sugar.

“Very much so.” He grins, taking a sip.

“Too bad I got a deadline.” You throw the packets away, before walking out of the breakroom.

He follows behind. “When is this deadline?”

You wince. “Uh. . . Two months,” You glance over at him. He stares at you, eyes narrowed behind the frames. “Don’t look at me like that! I want it to be perfect.”

“Oh, please. Since when is your work never perfect?”

Your heart flutters as you sit in your seat. He leans on your desk. “I think you just need one night out. That’s all. You work way too much.”

“Keys-”

“We could have a movie night at my place,” He shrugs. “I could place an order at that one Chinese place you like.”

You bite your cheek slightly, staring at your screen, fingers drumming across your keyboard. You sigh and turn to look at him now. “Okay. . . I’ll bring some wine then.”

He smiles and places his knuckles at your jaw, gently knocking it away. You giggle. “Atta girl. I’ll see you at 7?”

“7:30.”

“7:30.” He nods, standing from your desk. He leans down over your shoulder, staring at your screen.

You hope he doesn’t hear your heart or the sound of your breath getting caught in your throat.

He smells clean. He never really uses cologne, but he always smells like clean laundry and minty toothpaste with a hint of something sweet that you can’t quite place.

“Looks perfect,” He nods, standing straighter from his hunched form. “You just need a break before it doesn’t look perfect.”

He knew about that, you did as well, so it wasn’t anything to make you feel discouraged.

He pats your shoulder softly before walking to his own desk.

You let out a little sigh. You needed to leave early to get ready.

🕊️

Your clammy hands smooth out your shirt, before knocking on his door and stepping back a bit.

You didn’t dress up too much, just a nice top with some jeans and boots. You had taken another shower and made sure to spritz on as much perfume as you could.

The door opens and Key’s smiles at you, freckled cheeks pushing up.

“I brought cranberry, hope you don’t mind.” You lift up the bottle, wiggling it a bit.

“Not at all,” He shakes his head. He opens the door wider, stepping back. “Come in.”

You step inside, smiling a bit as you look around. “Make yourself at home. I’m gonna grab wine glasses.”

You nod, stepping towards the couch and plopping down. You smile down at the array of food before glancing up at the TV.

Pretty In Pink.

You lift your brow slightly. “You like Pretty In Pink?”

“Uh, well,” He steps back into the living room with two cups as he plops next to you. “I heard you liked the movie. I’ve never seen it.”

You gasp, turning to him. “Never seen it?!”

“Never.”

“Oh, you’re in for a treat.” You grin.

“I’m sure,” He chuckles, pressing play. “Oh, I didn’t have. . . wine glasses. So I hope regular cups are okay.”

You smile, grabbing his hand. “It’s perfect. Thanks, Keys.”

You could’ve sworn you seen a small flush on his cheeks, but you only smile and lean back as he pours the glasses.

🕊️

“So. . . What did you think?” You grin as the credits roll.

He hums a bit. “It was fine.”

You stare at him, unimpressed. “Fine?”

“Yeah. . . Just cliché. Of course she got with the cool guy.” He motions towards the screen.

You lift your brows. You turn your body on the couch, elbow propping up on the back as you lean your cheek on your palm. “You knew that was going to happen?”

“Well, yeah, it always happens,” He seemed a bit sad, but you don’t ask him about it. “Nothing new.”

“So you think she should’ve ended up with her best friend?”

“Yeah!” He turns to you, hands out in front of him. “Yeah, he knows her better than anyone! Blane - which, as Duckie says sounds like a kitchen appliance - barely knew her! Like come on!”

You laugh. “But he can get to know her!”

“He won’t know her as good as Duckie though.”

“I guess you’re right in some way.” You nod smiling.

“I’m always right.” He points at you.

You laugh softly and check the time. “I guess I should be heading home,” You stand from the couch and Keys’ is following you quickly. “Thanks for everything, Keys. I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know.” You look at him.

“Yeah. Of course. If you ever want to-” You don’t know what’s happening, but it sure feels an awful lot like kissing Keys.

You slowly pull away, staring at his face. “Oh. . . Oh, my god. I’m sorry. I don’t-” You shake your head, cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I’m sorry. I’ll go. Please ignore that. I didn’t mean for that to happen. I’m sorry. I’m leaving. Goodbye.”

You quickly walk towards the door, ignoring Keys as he follows after you.

You grunt as you walk into the door, because of course, that would happen as you trying leave. You finally unlock and open the door, making your way down the hallway and go the elevator as you rub your forehead.

You hear his door open again and your name being called out behind you. The elevator dings just in time. You quickly step in and repeatedly press the 1st floor.

The doors slowly close and you let out a breath, leaning against the wall and closing your eyes.

That was the worse thing that has ever happened in your life.

Now you want to throw yourself through a window.

🕊️

The next couple of days, you work from home.

Calling in and faking having the flu was a miracle. And you were almost finished, and your posture was even worse.

The knock at your door startles you and your eyes dart over to the time.

7:30.

You weren’t excepting anyone, so cautiously, you’d made your way towards the door, peeking through the peephole.

You make a noise, watching as his head quickly snaps to look at the door and he knocks again.

“I know you’re in there. I just heard you.”

You gulp, pulling away as you unlock and unchain the door, slowly pulling the door open. “Do I know you?”

His head tilt’s and his face drops. “Really? You’re not even sick! I was worried and brought you chicken noodle soup and some bread!” He holds up a bag.

There’s another bag in his hand. “What’s in that one?”

“Electrolyte drinks and. . . Uh, flowers.” He clears his throat.

“Flowers?”

He nods. “I’d really like to talk about what happened. Unless it was a mistake or you didn’t mean anything by it, I’ll drop it.”

You stare at his converse quietly before you slowly pull the door open more. He lets out a small breath and steps in.

He places the stuff down on the small table in your little kitchen. You stand behind him quietly.

“Did you mean to kiss me?”

“I didn’t mean too,” You put your hands behind your back. “I was just. . . thinking about it and the next thing I knew I was. . . actually doing it.” You wince.

“You. . . You were thinking about kissing me?”

You nod timidly.

“How. . . how long have you thought about kissing me?” He looks down at the floor, almost like he’s too shy to ask.

“For a while.”

“How long?” He asks again.

You make a face, before tucking some hair behind your ear. “A month after I met you.”

The silence afterwards almost makes you want to throw up.

After a couple of moments, he slowly steps towards you. “If. . . I asked to kiss you again, what would you say?”

Your lips part, trying to form an answer, but all you can do is nod.

He nods back, hands cupping your cheeks as you ducks down to kiss you.

It’s soft, sweet, and slow. You bring your arms up to wrap around his neck, your hand bending slightly so your fingertips can softly trace the back of his neck up and down before up again into his soft hair.

He shivers at the affection, his own thumbs tracing from your connect mouths all the way up to your cheekbone.

Pulling away felt almost like a chore, a bad thing, but his forehead rest on yours and you want to stay like this for a while.

“I’ve been waiting to do that.”

You laugh softly, nose nudging his. He presses a peck to your lips again. “How long?” You tease, breath hitting his lips.

He smirks softly, pushing your hair back and behind your ears.

“Ever since I met you.”

🕊️

‘YOU ARE IN LOVE. TRUE LOVE.’

thank you for reading! likes, comments, reblogs & feedback is always welcome and deeply appreciated! 🧸

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princekeerys · 4 months

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joe keery is so dreamy i’m over here swooning like a lovesick idiot

#cuz i AM one #joe keery #joe keery x reader #joe keery x you #joe keery fanfiction #joe keery imagine #stranger things #free guy #steve harrington #walter keys mckey

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sherifftillman · 11 months

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Happy to Help

Pairing: Keys x f!Reader Genre: smut (18+, minors DNI) Word count: 3.7k Summary: Forgetting you'd spoken to customer support from your favourite game leads to something getting sent to the wrong person. A/N: Listen, I know there's a set-up for potentially more. I would like to write potentially more. But nothing puts a writer off more than demands for a part 2, okay? For now, enjoy my first ever Keys fic. :)

Welcome to Free City Customer Support. We appreciate your patience. Connecting you to a member of our team…

Keys: Hi there! What seems to be the problem today?

You: hi, my screen is like. frozen dead. can't do anything, can't click anything. can't alt-tab out, can't ctrl-alt-delete. but i made a lot of progress between save points and idk if it can still be salvaged

Keys: Oof, yeah, that's the worst. Hopefully we can get you back up and running. Real quick, are you sure it's not your internet? I mean, you seem like you know your way around a computer, just worth double-checking, if it's your network then there's not a lot I can do.

You: yeah, sorry, should have added that. everything else that connects to my internet is working. i have an error message if that helps?

Keys: Yes! That's amazing! Can you send me it, please?

You: it says "error 72816: attempting patch repair"

You: there was a spinning buffering wheel in the corner but it gave up the ghost about twenty minutes ago.

Keys: Interesting. I don't remember making that error message, let alone what would trigger it. Are you sure that's what it says? No typos?

You: you wound me.

You: jk jk sorry this is a Very Professional Customer Support Exchange. no, definitely no typos.

Keys: Hahaha, don't worry, I've read far worse messages from people today, that made me laugh!

Keys: This is a little unorthodox but I'm wracking my brain here and I can't think of another solution. If I give you my work phone number, would you text me a photo of your screen?

Keys: Usually, I'd ask for an email of a screenshot, but, well…

You: yeah sure, whatever gets me out of this purgatory.

Keys: Super appreciate your patience here. My number is:

Keys: [redacted]

Keys: Okay, got it, deleted the message with my number so it won't show up in chat history, in case you're wondering. Data protection and all.

You: the professional techie guy with the techie-ass nickname being cautious about cyber security? groundbreaking.

Keys: Haha! You got me there!

Keys: Oh! Wait! Are you registered as a beta tester?

You: no?? i didn't know that was a thing??

Keys: Yeah, all ours are internal and I don't recognise your username in our database, now that I've pulled it up. I think you must have just slipped through the cracks, let me look into the code of our new test area and see if I can boot you back out.

You: ooh, are you gonna come bursting in through my door with a swat team to erase my memory, too?

Keys: I'm just a "professional techie guy" here, not a Man In Black, haha.

Keys: Hey, I see you!

Keys: In this code, I mean.

Keys: It's showing up that there's an unauthorized player.

Keys: That's what I meant.

You: well yeah, didn't think you were in my walls or anything

Keys: Just making sure! Didn't want you really thinking I was stalking you or anything.

Keys: Still don't remember making that error message, but that's another mystery, I guess.

You: ooh, maybe the game's becoming sentient and it's outgrowing us all!

Keys: There's that imagination again!

Keys: I'm gonna reset your position to your safehouse, hopefully also keeping your progress intact? If this doesn't work then a hard reboot is unfortunately the only other way.

You: you're a doll.

You: AHHHH IT WORKED I'M BACK AND I STILL GOT A SICK ASS BIKE WAITING FOR ME IN MY GARAGE

You: THANK YOU SO MUCH AHHHHHH

Keys: Pleasure's all mine, glad I could help. Please reach out if it happens again! Or if you have any other issues!

You: will do. so long, techie guy. thanks for everything!

Keys: Happy playing!

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It's been a relatively quiet Friday evening for you. Nobody's made any plans to go out, and you're unsure yourself whether you have the energy to. You've pretty much spent your whole day gaming, so you should probably fill your social battery a little, but do you really want to go to a bar by yourself?

You glance over at your phone and smirk at it. There is that guy you've been talking to… Maybe you'll send him something to spice the night up.

Once you've done your hair and make-up to add to the whole look, you find your cutest set of underwear, put it on and take a couple of selfies until there's one you're especially pleased with. Your muscle memory has you tapping three message contacts down, where he always is since you've been texting friends all day, and sending the photo on autopilot with the message: Hey, you.

You giggle with delight when your phone chimes almost immediately after - you've really got this guy whipped, huh - but are surprised to see you've apparently forgotten who else you texted today.

[8:23pm] Keys: OH

[8:23pm] Keys: OH NO

[8:23pm] Keys: I think

[8:23pm] Keys: You've sent this

[8:24pm] Keys: To the wrong person

[8:24pm] Keys: I'm so sorry I saw that!

[8:25pm] You: that's okay, i don't mind that you saw it. :)

[8:25pm] You: besides, burning the midnight oil, still being at your work phone?! don't they have out of hours customer service?

[8:29pm] Keys: I… Might have lied about this being my work phone. I normally have one, but it's getting fixed so I thought I would get away with saying it was a work line to help you out.

[8:30pm] You: and then i went and accidentally sent you an unsolicited lewd. sorry.

[8:36pm] Keys: It was just a shock, is all!

[8:38pm] You: well, since we're both here, and since you haven't deleted the photo yet despite how quickly you deleted your number from the chat log earlier, *and* how long it's taking you to reply, what do you think?

[8:40pm] Keys: Oh god, you're so right, I'm so sorry, I'll delete it now.

[8:40pm] You: don't!

[8:40pm] You: like i said, i want your feedback on it now.

[8:41pm] Keys: Oh! Well, it's very nice.

[8:41pm] You: nice?! ouuuuch.

[8:42pm] Keys: What do you mean? Nice is a compliment!

[8:43pm] You: yeah, from your grandma when you've given her a birthday card. c'mon, i can take it. tell me what you REALLY think. :)

[8:50pm] Keys: I… I think you're very attractive.

[8:51pm] You: there you go! it's super adorable that you're stammering over text, btw.

[9:01pm] Keys: [image attached]

[9:01pm] Keys: It felt weirdly unbalanced that you at least didn't know what I looked like, too.

[9:02pm] You: well damn, no wonder they call you keys, because you are just my *type!*

[9:02pm] You: get it?

[9:03pm] Keys: …That was cheesy as hell.

[9:03pm] Keys: But I like cheese :]

[9:03pm] You: oh yeah? give me your cheesiest pick-up line

[9:13pm] Keys: Are you made of copper and tellurium? Because you're CuTe!

[9:13pm] You: i award that 🧀🧀🧀/5. you could be cheesier.

[9:19pm] Keys: Okay, fine.

[9:20pm] Keys: Are you Google? Because you have everything I'm searching for.

[9:22pm] You: 🧀🧀🧀🧀. are YOU google because i'm feeling lucky. ultimate cheese has no comeback. c'mon, you're so close.

[9:26pm] Keys: Oof, okay, give me a sec.

[9:28pm] Keys: Although really you should never use Google if you can help it, they already datamine so much information out of you that the less you use any Google product, the safer you are. I use DuckDuckGo myself, but you should really do your own research when it comes to cybersecurity rather than just blindly trust someone, even if they are a professional.

[9:28pm] You: keys.

[9:29pm] Keys: Right. Sorry.

[9:38pm] Keys: If you were a grade, you'd be A+, because I want to take you home and show you to my parents.

[9:39pm] You: okay, that wins. maximum cheese for keys 🧀🧀🧀🧀🧀

[9:39pm] You: next ranking category: 🌶️

[9:39pm] You: let's see what you got, hot stuff

[9:45pm] Keys: What?! I can't just send you stuff like that! That's so forward!

[9:46pm] You: keys you've seen my tits

[9:46pm] You: i think we're past that

[9:55pm] Keys: Accidentally!

[9:55pm] You: and all the time you spend scrolling back up to it is "accidental", too?

[9:56pm] Keys: …How could you tell?

[9:57pm] You: every now and then you take a little bit longer between messages. just assuming you're scrolling up lol

[9:56pm] You: like i keep saying. i don't mind at all. you don't have to be shy around me

[9:58pm] Keys: Well, since all my cards are apparently on the table so obviously…

[9:58pm] Keys: Do you work at Subway? Because you just gave me a foot-long.

[9:59pm] You: ????? talk about 0-60! also i think that deserves negative 🌶️ for the psychic damage it caused me to read

[10:00pm] Keys: You just turned my software into hardware.

[10:00pm] You: what happened to "that's so forward", eh?

[10:01pm] You: but, credit where it's due, 🌶️🌶️. normally a 🌶️ but from you it's like a 2.5/5

[10:01pm] Keys: Your outfit would look great on my bedroom floor.

[10:01pm] You: oh

[10:02pm] You: oh my god

[10:02pm] You: oh you sweet boy, you're googling them, aren't you

[10:02pm] You: or whatever you use instead

[10:04pm] Keys: Some of us need the extra help! We're not all as smooth as you.

[10:04pm] You: sure you are, baby, you just need to get comfortable

[10:05pm] Keys: But I'm already on my bed!

[10:05pm] You: not just in that way! try taking something off

[10:06pm] You: and then send me proof 😇

[10:11pm] Keys: [image attached]

[10:11pm] Keys: ;]

[10:12pm] You: taking off your glasses doesn't count, dork!

[10:12pm] Keys: [image attached]

[10:12pm] Keys: like this?

[10:13pm] You: holy fuck

[10:13pm] You: hi you're hot

[10:14pm] Keys: Hahaha, thank you? I still don't feel any more charismatic, though!

[10:15pm] You: well, going back to your line about being like a good grade you wanna take home… does that maybe mean you also want to pin me up on the fridge?

[10:18pm] Keys: Well, the fridge isn't very sturdy. I think I'd rather do that against the wall.

[10:18pm] You: okay now *that’s* hot

[10:18pm] You: and what would you do with me once you'd pinned me to the wall?

[10:24pm] Keys: I'm not very good at all of the imaginative talk stuff that sounds sexy. Even using the word seems like the total opposite of what I'm trying to do.

[10:25pm] You: not at all, sometimes bluntness is the sexiest thing of all.

[10:29pm] Keys: Well, I'd really like to kiss you. All over, actually.

[10:29pm] You: *all* over?

[10:31pm] Keys: Yeah. The way you were posing made your neck look amazing.

[10:32pm] Keys: Oh god, now I sound like a vampire

[10:34pm] You: i promise you don't, that was my intention when i took it lol. besides, vampires are sexy as hell. i'd love it if you kissed my neck

[10:34pm] You: would you touch me?

[10:35pm] Keys: Wouldn't I be holding you against the wall?

[10:36pm] You: true, but there's other ways. like, you could put your leg between mine to keep me in place

[10:37pm] You: mmm, and then i could grind against your thigh while you keep this little promise of kissing and touching me *all over*

[10:37pm] You: does that sound good?

[10:41pm] Keys: Oh god yes

[10:43pm] You: and then that leaves my hands free to touch you, too. i wanna play connect the dots with those cute little moles of yours

[10:47pm] Keys: Oh my god

[10:48pm] Keys: that made me want to trace them myself for some reason and that felt so good

[10:49pm] You: you're touching yourself AND not paying attention to grammar anymore? for lil ol' me?

[10:49pm] You: that deserves a reward, i think

[10:51pm] You: [image attached]

[10:51pm] You: i seem to have lost my bra, come over and help me find it?

[10:58pm] Keys: holy shit

[10:58pm] Keys: can i just say what i'm thinking and then you can tell me if i'm going to far

[10:59pm] You: i think you mean *too, nerd boy, but yes, i'd love that

[11:06pm] Keys: sorry typing is getting difficult at the moment

[11:11pm] Keys: i want to hold them so bad. they look amazing, especially with your nipples so hard

[11:11pm] You: when you say typing is difficult, are you touching yourself right now?

[11:12pm] You: because now i'm playing with my nipples and wishing it was you

[11:13pm] You: tell me, baby. you want me to rub them? squeeze them? you wanna come over and suck on them?

[11:17pm] Keys: i want to feel them get hard. want to touch them while i kiss you

[11:17pm] You: attaboy! i knew you had it in you

[11:19pm] You: they're so sensitive now. and humping my pillow as if it’s your leg isn't enough, can i touch myself for you, please?

[11:23pm] Keys: oh god yes please do

[11:23pm] You: are you okay to call? i have a feeling both of us are getting preoccupied now

Your phone lights up with the name "Keys Freecity" and you immediately put it on speaker, letting the phone rest on your pillow next to you. "Well, hey there."

"Uh, hi." His voice is shaking and his breath is hitching.

"You know, you never told me if you were touching yourself or not," you point out.

"I - I am," he stammers out, and you purr back.

"God, I wish I was there to do that for you. Or at least to watch. I bet you look so fucking good right now. What are you thinking about, then, huh?"

"I was, uh… Thinking, about… The way you look up in those photos… And…" He falters out, but you hear the faintest groan, still.

"Aw, you want me to suck you off, baby?" You tease. "Thinking about me looking up at you? My lips wrapped around your cock? Mmm, I bet it's so big I can barely fit, huh?"

"I… I mean, it's not the sandwich I promised earlier, but… It's definitely bigger than… Average," Keys explains, and you don't hold back on the moan that hearing that news elicits from you.

You still laugh softly at his joke. "Yeah, I could tell, baby. Fuck, when are you coming over and splitting me in half already?"

"God, I wish I could," he replies in a strained voice. “Also, it’s really - hot when y- you call me that.”

"Yeah? And how do you like it, baby? You wanna fuck me on my back, so you can keep watching me as you play with me? Or you wanna be the one to lay there and take it while I bounce on your dick? Or d- do you wanna just - bend me over and - fuck me senseless, huh?" As you finally give into temptation, sliding your hand beneath your panties and finally giving your clit the attention it's been craving for far too long, your breath hitches and your voice gets weaker.

“Oh, god, I… All of it, god, please, I don’t care, just want you,” he groans through the phone.

“I want you too, baby, you sound so good,” you croon sultrily, rubbing yourself in faster, tighter circles. “Are you close, hm? Gonna cum for me? I wanna hear you get off so bad.”

“Wanna - wanna get off for yo- with you, want you, please,” he whines.

“Mmm, tell me one more time, baby. What are you thinking of now?” You ask as you sink a finger inside of you. “Thinking of fucking me, yet?”

“Mm - mm-hm,” Keys whimpers. “You - You on top of me, talking like that and - and riding me, treating my cock so good.”

“I’d treat you so good, baby," you groan, adding another finger. "And you'd fill me up, wouldn't you? Fuck me - oh, right there," you whine as you curl your fingers to hit just the right spot. "Oh god, Keys, need you inside me."

Something about you saying his name short-circuits his brain. You just about hear his strained string of moans and profanities through the phone, picturing in your head how that sweet face of his must look - eyes glassing over, lips slightly parted, chest heaving. Maybe you’d fuck him with his glasses on. Maybe they’d be clouded over, knocked askew on his face as you bounced up and down on his dick. “Did you just come for me, baby?” you coo, your shoulders tensing and toes curling as you feel your own release building.

"Mm-hm, yeah, made - made a real mess of myself, shit," he half-laughs with exhaustion.

“That’s my good boy,” you smile dazedly, your core convulsing around your fingers. "Want me to cum for you, too?"

"Oh, shit, you haven- where are my - God, fuck, yes, let me hear you s… Say my name," his voice shakes with the effort he's trying to exude confidence into his tone, betrayed by the immediate, "please," that rolls off his tongue.

Closing your eyes, imagining that look on his face again, pressing your phone flush against your ear as if it pulls him closer to you, you finally leg out an, "Oh, god, Keys!" before finally feeling yourself gush down your fingers, past your hand, even. Breathing heavily, you pant, "Shit, baby, I think you made me squirt."

"Is that a good thing?" he asks meekly.

"Very. You doing good, now?"

"Very!" He repeats back to you, breathlessly, making you laugh. "Sorry I was so… Pathetic, I guess. God," his voice muffles as though he's rubbing his face while he talks. "But it did sound like you were into it a little," he points out with a lilt in his voice.

You grin, "I sure did, but if you wanted to do it again, but more… Confidently, I'd be more than happy to do that again. If you wanted."

"I've never really done… Any of that before, like, at all," he starts, and you interrupt him with a laugh.

"Yeah, no shit, Mr Subway!"

"Ah, like I said, that's not entirely untrue," he laughs awkwardly. "But I've especially never done anything with a total stranger, much less someone I helped through work, um, they can't - you wo- please, don't -"

"You mean this isn't standard practice for Free City customer support?" You tease sarcastically, before adding in a serious tone, "I won't tell a soul. Besides, I like having you as my dirty little secret."

He chuckles, "Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah. Maybe the next time you're feeling up to it, we can video call."

"N-Next time?!"

You hurriedly add, "If you wanted, you sounded like you did, if this is the first and last, that's totally -"

"No! I mean, yeah! I mean… If that's… Cool," he stammers.

You smile, "It's very cool. Just gotta be a little more confident. Isn't there something you do when you need that extra boost? Like, surely in the game you gotta be a little more self-assured around trolls and hackers and shit, right?"

He groans, "I was hoping you wouldn't ask about that."

Grinning wickedly, you poke further. "Well, now I have to know. Who are you in the game? Have I ever seen you?"

"I… I play a cop," he admits, sounding as though he'd rather the ground swallowed him whole. "It's usually me and my buddy, and he's - he's a rabbit."

You light up. "Shut the fuck up, you're Dirty Stripper Cop?!"

"Oh god, the players call me that, too?! It's bad enough that Mouser does," he groans in despair.

"No, this is perfect. You just let me know when you’re ready to bring… Dirty Stripper Cop to our little talks, and I’ll be waiting,” you bite back a laugh as you repeat his character’s nickname in the hopes that he’ll still take your offer seriously.

A moment of silence exists between the two of you before he pipes up, “...And what if I still want to talk to you, without… All of this? I mean, if that’s all you want, then I guess, but… I dunno, you still seem really cool, and you made me laugh today, even at work when it felt weird in my cheeks to start smiling. But if this is all you want with -”

The rest of his words get drowned out as you move your phone away from its position to look at your dating app notifications. Keys has apparently not been your only option tonight. And you’ve never been one to commit. But something tells you that this was the best offer you’re getting. And the next one will be. As will the one after that, and that’s not even set in stone, yet. But you’re hoping to guarantee it.

As you return your headset to your ear, he’s still rambling. You cut him off with a simple, “Keys.” He shuts up quickly, and you continue, “I - I meant it. I wanna talk to you again. Maybe more than just this, I dunno, I’m bad at this sorta stuff. But… You’re cute. In more ways than one. And if you wanna keep talking, I’ll try. But that’s all I can promise.”

“That’s enough for me! I’ll, um, I’ll text you in the morning, then? Or is that too soon?”

“I honestly wish I could tell you,” you admit sadly. You hope it gets through to him that your reservations aren’t on his part.

Thankfully for you, he doesn’t seem so keen to give up. “Alright! Well, I suppose I got some cleaning up to do before I get some shut-eye. Um, so I’ll talk to you, tomorrow… At some point. Um, goodnight!”

“Goodnight, baby.”

#keys x reader #keys x you #keys imagine #walter keys mckey x reader #walter keys mckey x you #walter keys mckey imagine #keys free guy x reader #keys free guy x you #keys free guy imagine #*myfics #fic: keys

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xmalfoyweasleyx · 1 year

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Joe Keery - bloopers

#joe keery #steve harrington x reader #steve #steve harrington #stranger things #kurt kunkle #walter mckey #steve x you #steve harrington headcanon

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reysdriver · 8 months

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Driver's License | Keys

You decide to tease your friend after seeing his real name on his ID — coworker!keys x reader fluff

warnings: alcohol consumption since the oneshot takes place at a bar

words: 0.8k

a/n: this is my first keys fic and I know this is niche as hell but i've been obsessed with him lately so expect more lol

The bar was one of the more popular ones—which means there’s sometimes a line outside in the cold—but it was the one you always went to because it was walking distance from work. You, Keys, and Mouser stood in line shivering and wondering what was taking so damn long.

“Should we just go somewhere else?” You asked the guys.

“No, it’s fine.” Keys answered. “We’re almost at the front anyways.”

Mouser looked like he was about to say otherwise, but then dropped his protests. “Keys, can you like, stand on your toes and see what’s going on?”

He obliged and stood up as tall as he could, looking for the front of the line. After a few seconds of the most perfect posture you’d ever seen on your friend, he slumped back down to his normal height.

“It’s not the regular bouncer. This one’s checking, like, everyone’s IDs for five minutes each.” Keys explained, pulling out his wallet already.

You held back a laugh at the obvious hyperbole and thanked him for the update on what was taking this line so long to move.

Keys was right; you were actually close to the front of the line. It was still unbearably cold and it wasn’t even winter yet. Keys saw your discomfort and wrapped an arm around you. Maybe that was more than a coworker slash friend should do, but hey, you work at a video game company: nothing was really like other workplaces.

Once you were finally at the doors, the new bouncer asked for IDs from all three of you—which you thought was ridiculous because none of you looked like you were minors—and thoroughly scanned each one of them.

Yours was first, and maybe the quickest. Mouser showed his ID next, and then it was Keys’ turn. The worker looked at his driver’s license for longer than he had yours and Mouser’s, then passed it back to Keys with the card in between his index and middle finger.

Keys seemed to be in a rush to put it back into his wallet, and when you caught a glimpse of it as he shut the leather flaps, you understood why.

Your friend had never told you his real name before. Come to think of it, you weren’t sure he’s told anyone. What was perhaps his biggest secret was now in your hands, and there were infinite possibilities on what to do with it.

You kept quiet while the group picked a booth to sit at, then went up to order a round of kamikaze shots to start the night off with a bang. After you’d all taken one shot together, Mouser went off to use the washroom, leaving just you and Keys together.

Impatient as always, you had decided now was the time to do something with your newly acquired information. Biting back a smile, you tried to act as inconspicuous as possible.

“You know what?” You started. “I know we still have a round of shots, but I’m gonna head up to the bar and get something with as many maraschino cherries as they’ll let me have. Do you want anything?”

He shook his head, smiling at your drink request. “No, I’m alright. I’ll stay here.”

You stood up, bringing a dollar bill from your purse to tip the bartender. “Okay, I’ll be back, Walter.”

He didn’t even notice your use of his name at first. But when your words played back over in his head—as most things you say to him do—his eyes widened and he shot up from the seat.

“How did you— I don’t tell people my real name.” Keys said softly but urgently.

You smiled at him. “I know. I saw it on your driver’s license outside. I just wanted to tease you a bit since I’m now one of the only people in the world who knows it.”

“You are.” He confirmed. “Just, please don’t use it at work or anything. I just think it’s embarrassing.”

“More embarrassing than ‘Keys’?” You giggled. You started walking towards the bar, and he followed closely behind. “You don’t need to worry, though. I like being the keeper of your secret.”

Relief washed over his face. “Thank you.”

You waved over one of your favourite bartenders, then brought your attention back to Keys. “Just for the record, I actually like your real name. It’s like a cute old man you live next to and bring in the newspaper for.”

He bit the inside of his cheek and stood up from the barstool. “You know, just for that, I do want a drink. You’re buying it for me.”

You rubbed his upper arm to confirm there was nothing bad between you. “I’ll surprise you, Walt.” You told him as he walked back to your booth.

Unsurprisingly, you were met with his turned back and a middle finger flipped at you.

#walter keys mckey #keys mckey #keys x reader #keys x you #keys x y/n #keys free guy #keys fluff #keys fanfiction #joe keery #coworker!keys #joe keery fanfiction #free guy #free guy keys #free guy fanfiction

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kingslimeball · 2 months

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An extra hi

Walter "Keys" McKey x gn!reader

Requested by; @batzfailz

Contents; fluff, neutral pronouns for reader

Summary; After four months of bringing a coffee to Y/n day after day at work, Keys finally tries to talk to them.

The first time Y/n was brought coffee, they were rather confused. A man they didn't recognise and had never spoken to before placed it on their desk and smiled at them before walking away. When they had a sip, it was exactly what they usually got. They felt rather worried, yet at the same time flattered.

That was four months ago. Every work day, Keys has gone to work with two coffees instead of one. Every work day, Keys gets too shy to even talk to the person he's crushing on and instead says, "Hello." sounding jittery and nervous to then hurry to his desk. Smooth, right?

Obviously not.

But today, Keys decides he's going to talk to them. Like the other times he said he would... But he could do it this time. He feels ever so slightly more confident today. But he feels like it's not enough.

He stands in the doorway, staring at Y/n from afar. Now that he's actually here, the confidence has already begun to slither away. He forces his legs to carry him over there, and he places their coffee on their desk like usual.

"Aw, thank you!" Y/n smiles at him like usual. It's all normal, thus far. Keys stares at them, trying to formulate some words that aren't "hi." He begins to notice that he's staring at Y/n and feels awkward instantly. Not normal anymore.

"...Hi." Keys murmurs. Dammit!

"Hi?" They reply, confused by his behaviour.

"Hi." Keys repeats, sounding more sure of himself. He takes a deep breath to talk to them, but Antwan interrupts from across the hall to get him to get to work. He looks at Y/n, gaze drifting over to Antwan. He wants to argue with him, his expression says so, but he silently storms over to his desk on the other side of the room.

He slumps in his chair. He was making some kind of progress, right? He said an extra hi. He was getting somewhere! Maybe next time he'll even have the guts to ask, "How are you?". Maybe that's a stretch.

Well, at least he tried. He can try again when he gets some confidence next month...

#keys x reader #joe keery #walter keys mckey #keys x you

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rekiilysm · 2 years

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ETHEREAL: Ch1

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.

⇨ 「pairing— steve harrington x fem!henderson!reader」

⇨ 「a/n— heyo! in honor of 100 followers and my birthday, i’m posting my steve harrington fic onto here! it’s also on my wattpad @/hookedfor_wdw. also you guys asked for it, so here ya go! enjoy!」

⇨ 「warnings— some cursing but that’s it」

⇨ 「word count— 2.3k」

CHAPTER ONE: THE VANISHING OF WILL BYERS PT. 1

"Something is coming. Something hungry for blood," Mike says, getting us all on the edge of our seats. "A shadow grows on the wall behind you, swallowing you in darkness. it is almost here," he says looking at us.

"What is it?" Will asks looking around at all of us.

"What if it's the demogorgon? Oh jesus, we're so screwed if it's the demogorgon," Dustin mumbles worriedly.

"We're screwed, oh we're screwed!" I exclaim wiping my face with my hand.

"It's not the demogorgon," Lucas spat at us.

"An army of troglodytes charge into the chamber!" Mike exclaims before slamming a figurine on the table.

"Troglodytes?" me and my brother Dustin both ask at the same time confused.

"Told ya," Lucas remarks at us, making me glare at him.

"Don't speak so soon," I say to him before turning to Mike.

Mike turns around nervous, "Wait a minute. Did you hear that? That.. sound? Boom.. boom.. BOOM!" he slams his hand on the table, making all of us jump. "That didn't come from the troglodytes, no, that.. that came from something else," he says suspiciously. It's gotta be the demogorgon.. "The demogorgon!" Mike slams the demogorgon figurine onto the table, causing havoc between the four of us. Mike watches us amused at our panicking.

"We're in deep shit," Dustin mumbles and I nod.

"I knew it.." I whisper to myself before looking at Will.

"Will, your action!" Mike exclaims to Will, making Will shrug.

"I don't know!" Will says panicked, definitely feeling the pressure.

"Fireball him!" Lucas yells to will, hoping that Will will fireball the demogorgon.

"I'd have to roll a 13 or higher!" Will panics, not knowing what to do.

"Too risky. Cast a protection spell!" I say to the shaken boy.

Lucas looks over to me annoyed before looking back to Will, "Don't be a pussy. Fireball him!" I glare at Lucas before turning to Will again.

"Cast protection!" I exclaim over Lucas' banter.

"The demogorgon is tired of your silly human bickering! It stomps towards you.. boom!" Mike says to me and Lucas mainly, but to everyone. We all start to panic more.

"Fireball him, Will!" Lucas yells at the poor boy.

"Another stomp. BOOM!" Mike shouts again to us as a warning.

"Cast protection," I say a bit softer to Will, hoping to calm his nerves a bit.

"He roars in anger!" Mike yells as we all glance at him before looking back to Will worriedly.

"Fireball!" Will exclaims before throwing the dice. They roll onto the floor, making us scatter to find the dice. "Oh shit!" he hollers before ducking down to look for the missing dice. I groan, knowing that i lost the small fight with Lucas.

"Where'd it go? Where is it?" Lucas says before all of us get up to look for the dice. I crouch down on my knees and start searching for the dice.

"I don't know!" Will says, not taking his eyes off of the ground. His hands moving across the floor, trying and hoping to feel the dice underneath his hands.

"Is it a 13?" I ask, continuing my search for this stupid dice. But the 'stupid dice' was the key and possible hope to defeat the demogorgon.

"I don't know!" Will says again, a bit more aggravated.

"Where is it?" Lucas groans, annoyed that we can't find this piece of plastic.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" Dustin exclaims panicked, his eyes glued to the floor.

"Mike? Mike!" we hear a voice holler from upstairs; it was Mike's mother, Karen. We ignore the yell, still looking for the dice that determines our future in this campaign.

"Can you find it yet?" Lucas asks Will, still searching for the damn dice.

"No, I can't find it!" Will exclaims, making me nod and sit on my knees.

"I can't find it either," I say to the boys, making them sigh and groan.

"Mike!" Karen Wheeler yells again, this time opening the door to the basement. Mike is standing at the bottom of the stairs, still looking but also looking up to his mom.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" Dustin yells, running a hand through his hair. I sigh and do the same, getting my hair out of my face.

"Mom, we're in the middle of a campaign!" Mike yells to his mother from the bottom of the stairs.

"You mean the end? Fifteen after," she says pointing to her watch before walking away. Mike runs up the stairs after her while we continue to look for the dice.

"Oh my god! Freaking idiot!" Lucas exclaims before running a hand over his face.

"Why do we have to go?" Will says sadly, wishing we could stay longer. Will ducks under a table gasping, making us all turn to him. "Oh i got it! Does the seven count?" he asks as Lucas looks at him and shakes his head.

"It was a seven? Did Mike see it?" Lucas asks Will, Will shaking his head. "Then it doesn't count." I sigh and walk over to my backpack. I place all my belongings back into it before zipping it up tightly.

Dustin picks up a pizza box, "Yo, hey guys. Does anyone want this?" He opens the box and holds it up. We all shake our heads, making his sigh before walking up the stairs.

We all get our stuff together and head upstairs, biding Mrs. Wheeler a 'goodbye' before walking out the door. I go to mike's back carport, grabbing my bike from where it was standing, waiting for my brother.

"There's something wrong with your sister," Dustin says to Mike while walking over to his own bike.

"What are you talking about?" Mike turns and asks Dustin.

"She's got a stick up her butt," he says to Mike, making me snicker and nod.

"Yeah, it's because she's been dating that douchebag, Steve Harrington," Lucas spat with a snicker. I roll my eyes at the thought of the king of the school. Sure, he was an asshole, but he wasn't always one. We never talked, but I've 'known' him since elementary school; he never saw me though.

"Yeah she's turning into a real jerk," Dustin says annoyed at the thought.

"She's always been a jerk," Mike replies to Dustin. I shake my head.

"Not always, she used to be pretty cool," I say and the boys look over to me. Me and the boys hop on our bikes getting ready to leave.

"Like that time she and Y/n dressed up as elves for our elder tree campaign," Dustin says to Mike.

"Four years ago!" Mike exclaims to my curly-haired brother.

Dustin shrugged, "Just sayin."

"Later," Lucas says before peddling off to his own home for the night. We all bid our goodbyes as well before riding off to our house. Will stayed back for a moment, but eventually caught up with us. "Goodnight ladies," Lucas snickered before turning into his driveway.

"'night, shithead," I say to Lucas, making his roll his eyes at my response.

"Kiss your mom 'night for me," Dustin smirks at Lucas before Lucas rolls his eyes and puts his bike away. We ride away from Lucas' house, "Race you back to our place? Winner gets a comic," Dustin says to Will.

"Any comic?" Will asks Dustin, raising an eyebrow. Dustin replies with a 'yeah' before Will speeds up ahead of Dustin. I chuckle, hoping that Will will win.

"Hey! Hey! I didn't say 'go'! Get back here, I'm gonna kill you!" Dustin exclaims to the small brunette, who is already way ahead of Dustin.

Will passes our house before yelling, "I'll take your X-Men 134!" I laugh, glad that Will won. Dustin needed to get rid of some of his comics anyway.

We stop at our house with Dustin panting, "Son of a bitch."

I laugh and pat Dustin on the back, "Let's go to sleep kiddo." He nods as we pull our bikes into the carport and lock them up for the night. "I hope Will made it home safe," I mumble to Dustin.

Dustin patted me on the back, "I'm sure he'll be fine." I nod as we made our way into our house. Mom was fast asleep on her recliner watching TV with Mews on her lap. I bend over and place a light kiss on her cheek. Dustin made his way to his room, shutting it for the night. "'night sis," he says to me and smiles.

"Goodnight Dusty," I reply before walking into the kitchen, opening the cupboard. I grab a cup from it before closing it, then I walk over to the fridge and get some water from it. I down the water slowly, my throat dry from all the yelling and hollering at tonight's campaign. As I finish my water, I place the cup in the sink and fill it up with water.

Sighing, I make my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth. After doing that, I walk over to my room, which was right across the hall from the bathroom. I close the door behind me before stripping out of my clothes and putting on my clothes pjs. I'm so tired, I thought to myself before walking over to my comfy bed. I pulled back the comforter, sliding in between my sheets comfortably. I pull the duvet and sheet over my tense body, making me relax. I tug on a stuffed animal Dustin got me for my birthday years ago, cuddling into it before closing my eyes, falling into the deep void of sleep.

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I woke up from the phone ringing in the other room, I groan before making my way into the living room to answer it. I groggily stumble through the hallway, my eyes barely open, not even seeing my mother and little brother at the kitchen table. I pick up the phone, "Y'ello?" I say tiredly into the phone.

"Y/n?" Joyce's worried voice spoke from the other side of the phone.

"Joyce? Is everything okay?" I ask, a little more awake now that I heard Joyce's panicked manner.

"Uhm, yeah. I was just wondering.. did will spend the night over there last night?" She asks, making me a bit worried myself.

"No, me and Dustin saw him go home. Why? Is everything alright?" I ask Joyce, getting a little bit more worried.

"Yeah, I'm sure he went to school early is all," she spoke, sounding like she wanted that to be the case.

"That makes sense. If you need anything at all, please call. I'll always be in touch , Joyce," I say, making her nervously chuckle.

"Of course, thank you, Y/n," she says, and before I could reply, she hung up. I look at the phone suspiciously, raising an eyebrow at Joyce's weird behavior. I shrug, putting the phone back.

"Who was it, Y/n/n?" mom asks me curiously.

I turn to her and walk over to the table, "Just Joyce. She was wondering if Will stayed over.." I explain to mom and Dustin. I look over to my brother, "She seemed worried. Make sure to check on Will when you get to school." Dustin nods as I sit down next to him. I grab some cereal that was on the table and pour it into my bowl, grabbing the milk once I got the amount I wanted. I pour the milk in the bowl, grabbing a spoon as soon as I put the milk down. I glance over to the clock by the oven, seeing that i woke up a bit late. "Oh shit, we're gonna be late," I say before shoveling down spoonfuls of cereal.

"Language," mom whines as I finish my cereal.

I push my chair back and get up, "Sorry momma." I walk over to the sink and fill up my bowl with water before setting it down in the sink. "I'll wash it later," I say before running off to my room. I quickly open my drawer, grabbing a pair of baggy jeans and a random shirt. I throw them on, along with my socks and shoes. I then open my door and run into the bathroom and brush my hair and teeth. After doing so, I grab my backpack and rush into the living room, only to see Dustin finishing his cereal as slow as he possibly could. "C'mon kid! We're both going to be late!" I exclaim before grabbing my keys off the counter.

He groans, "Okay, okay, woman, jesus!" he grabs his backpack and I blow a kiss to mom.

"Bye mom, love you!" I exclaim before rushing out the door. I jog over to the drivers side door before unlocking it and hopping in. Dustin gets in the passenger side, sitting his backpack in the back seat. I turn my key in the ignition, making the car roar. I toss my backpack to the back seat before turning around.

"Y/n, chill! We're not going to be late, just chill out," Dustin soothes me, trying to calm me down.

I sigh, "You're right, Dusty." I gently pull the gearshift in reverse, pulling the car out of the driveway and into the road. I groan, "I feel like today is gonna suck." I say to Dustin, putting my chin against the steering wheel as I drove down the road to our schools.

"Why?" he asks, turning to me with an eyebrow raised.

"I don't know, I just feel like something's wrong," I reply, my gut feeling deep as I continue to drive. I hope i'm wrong about today.. I think to myself, hoping that everything will go smoothly and be safe and sound at school.

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