#anyway this post is kind of a lie my el and max ones are also good and also probably better than the zelink one

[rotisseries]

i think my zelink playlist is my only good one like this shit is devastating genuinely

#the one exception on there being I would do anything for love by meatloaf #which is a classic case of “I like this song so much that I'm gonna black out and insist it goes here anyway even if it maybe doesn't” #lyrically that song is fine its just that the rest of the playlist is sad indie shit so it fucks with the vibes a bit #anyway this post is kind of a lie my el and max ones are also good and also probably better than the zelink one #it's just that 99 percent of the time if I make a character/ship/feeling playlist I get like 4 songs in it #go “hmm I'll work on this more another time” and never touch it again. so. most of them suck #and that's part of the reason my entire spotify profile is private #but the zelink one. well it's technically also not done to me hence why I made it in may and then never sent it to gloomy #hi gloomy sorry gloomy #but it's like 2 hours long which in retrospect is I think a normal length for playlists but not to me not if it's you #2 hours is normal if you curate that shit I don't curate my ideal playlist is an 8 hour monstrosity with every song #that even briefly induces character feelings #so um. georgia by phoebe bridgers though #anyway I was actually listening to the zelink playlist today bc I was thinking about ANOTHER couple. um😐 #and it was genuinely getting rancid awful radioactive in my brain so I was like “FUCK THIS!! I NEED TO THINK ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE” #and forcibly induced a zelink breakdown #prescribed 500 ml of zelinkism to combat The Diseases

[berenwrites]

Beyond the Battle - Chapter 22 - Stranger Things - Steddie

Beyond the Battle­: Action & Consequence

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Summary: Steve hits things with a bat or gets hit depending on who you ask. He definitely does not have anything to do with the psychic stuff. That is El’s domain. However, as Vecna is defeated, the rules change.

Pairing: steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Other Relationships: Steve & Robin, Steve & Dustin, Eddie & Dustin

Rating: Teen

A/N: Multi-chapter story, updated regularly. Honestly not sure how many chapters it will have yet because it's still a bit hand wavy in the middle, but definitely more than 12. Thank you to my beta for find my mistakes and to all those who read/like/reblog.💖 Follow #st:beyond-the-battle for updates.

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Chapter 22. An Ordinary Morning?

Max had given him a smile and a wave as he and El were ushered out of the hospital room. The doctors had been discussing removing one of Max’s casts so they could x-ray her arm to see if splints were necessary anymore. It wasn’t as if he could just step in and tell them anything, so he just hoped they didn’t keep her waiting too long. Max was likely to find some power tools and do it herself if the professionals took too much time.

Joyce had also invited him back to the Hopper/Byers residence for a large breakfast, but he had politely declined. He was flying high and he was kind of hoping that maybe Eddie would be interested in celebrating his success. He’d vaguely planned on food in there somewhere as well, but he’d taken one of his shakes with him and hadn’t needed to use anywhere near the energy he had the previous day, so that was secondary on his agenda.

“Thanks, Joyce,” he said as she pulled up in front of his house. “See you later, El.”

“Bye, Steve,” El replied with a big smile.

“Make sure to eat something,” Joyce told him in her motherly tone.

“First thing on the list,” he fibbed with a smile of his own.

He gave them a wave as he let himself in, kicking his shoes off and heading for the kitchen, hoping to find Eddie where he had left him a couple of hours previously. Who he actually found was Wayne, sitting at the table reading a newspaper.

“Good morning, Mr … Wayne,” he greeted, correcting himself at the last second.

“Mornin’,” Wayne replied, taking a sip from a mug Steve was sure did not come from his house.

“Find everything you need?” he asked, placing his backpack on one of the chairs, and taking out the sports bottle from inside.

Moving over to the sink, he turned on the tap so he could wash it out.

“Eddie showed me,” Wayne replied. “Nice kitchen you have here.”

“Both my grandmas are big on food,” Steve explained as he used a little dish soap on his bottle. “My mom likes to cook too, she just doesn’t get much time these days. I guess I inherited the gene too, so the kitchen gets a lot of use.”

Wayne made a humming sound.

“Eddie not around?” Steve asked as he walked over to where the coffee pot was three-quarters full.

“Went a bit of a funny colour and said he needed to lie down,” Wayne replied. “Told me not to worry, it was just an after effect of something that happened that he couldn’t talk about, an’ the doctors had given him a clean bill of health. That true?”

Steve did his very best not to let his instant worry show, grabbing himself a mug and filling it from the coffee pot before turning round.

“If it’s what I think it is, then yes,” he replied, hoping that he was pulling off nonchalant. “But I’m guessing that isn’t going to stop either of us worrying anyway.”

“Yep,” Wayne said.

Steve took a sip of the coffee and was thrown out of his worry by the shock of the taste.

“Did you change out the coffee?” he asked, taking another sip. “God this is good.”

“Nope,” Wayne said, “just did what I always do.”

“Then I think you worked a miracle,” he decided. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go check on Eddie.”

“Be seein’ ya,” Wayne replied, going back to his paper.

Taking his coffee, Steve walked out of the room trying to look as if he was in no hurry. Once he was through the door, he sped up. He left the coffee on the table on the landing at the top of the stairs and hurried into his bedroom.

“Eddie?” he said when he found his boyfriend sitting on the bed, knees pulled up and head down.

As Eddie lifted his head, dark, almost black eyes met his own. He shut the door behind him.

“Thirsty again?” he asked, even though he was pretty sure of the answer.

“Like a man in a desert,” Eddie replied. “I was about to cook Wayne some breakfast and it just hit.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here,” he said, walking across and sitting down close to Eddie.

“Max all okay?” Eddie asked.

“Fit as a fiddle and ready to chew off her casts,” he replied with a smile. “I think if El wanted to take over the world we’d all be in trouble because she does innocent amazingly well. Owens bought the story hook line and sinker. He has people dealing with everything to get Max sorted as soon as possible, but it’s probably going to take a couple of days because they have to do tests to confirm what we already know.”

“How are you feeling?” was Eddie’s next question.

“Really good, honestly,” he said. “I was hungry again after, but my shake sorted that out and it didn’t take even half as much energy as before. It felt easier too, like doing something I’d already practiced.”

“Maybe you learn people,” Eddie suggested.

“Maybe,” he agreed with a small shrug. “So, shall we get you sorted?”

Eddie gave him an unimpressed look.

“Steve,” Eddie said, “it may not have been as hard as yesterday, but you healed Max this morning. I don’t think donating blood is a good idea.”

“Honestly, I’m good,” he promised. “Not that I don’t intend to go downstairs and eat a whole second breakfast as soon as we’re done. But I refuse to leave you up here suffering.”

“I’m not suffering, I’m just really, really thirsty,” Eddie protested.

“Tell me it’s not driving you crazy,” he countered.

Eddie didn’t say anything.

“Look, I know what thirst is like,” he decided to come clean. “When we were in the Upside Down, after those damn bats got me, I was so thirsty when we got back right side up, I wanted to stick my head under a faucet. And after the Russians, oh god, whatever they pumped into me and Robin, it made my mouth like the Sahara. We almost fought over the water fountain, which was funny, because two teenagers in sailor outfits stoned out of their brains fighting over a source of water, but so frustrating. And I’m pretty sure those two experiences are just a reflection of what you’re feeling right now. So, please let me help.”

Eddie still didn’t say anything.

“I don’t want to put you through that again,” Eddie finally admitted, voice so small Steve could barely hear him. “I hurt you.”

Reaching out, Steve took his boyfriend’s hand.

“Okay, confession time,” he said. “I wasn’t kidding about the kink stuff. When you bit me last time, I liked it, I really, really liked it, if you get my drift. And I think if you hadn’t been so overwhelmed by the whole thing, you probably would have noticed how much I liked it so quickly.”

He was pretty sure he was blushing like a schoolgirl with her first crush by the time he finished speaking.

“You liked the pain?” Eddie asked, eyes wide.

“Not specifically,” he admitted. “The pain was pretty irrelevant actually, but you sucking on my wrist. that was definitely, very much not irrelevant. If you’d kept going, I probably would have embarrassed myself.”

He did not want Eddie getting the wrong impression, so he spoke very plainly.

“Really?” Eddie asked, because tact was not always one of his finer points.

“Yes, absolutely yes,” he replied. “And at some point, I’d really like to explore that further, but your uncle’s currently downstairs, so please can we postpone that?”

“Wayne’s half deaf from working with heavy machinery his whole life,” Eddie said, and Steve could have sworn his eyes sparkled.

“Still seems rude to leave…”

Steve shut up when Eddie’s lips covered his own. He was only human, and Eddie kissed like a drowning man in search of oxygen. Who was he to argue.

“Please let me make you feel as good as you make me,” Eddie whispered against his mouth.

He moaned as Eddie climbed into his lap.

“You’re incorrigible,” was the best he could do as a comeback.

“Is that a yes?” Eddie asked, kissing along his jaw and down his neck.

“It’s your fault if I can’t look your uncle in the eye ever again,” he replied, well aware he had already lost this round, “but yes.”

“Can I touch you?” Eddie asked, running one hand down his front between them with very obvious intent.

“God yes,” Steve said, already hardening in his jeans at Eddie’s actions.

So much for sensible conversations. Steve rested one hand on Eddie’s waist and used one to prop himself up on the bed. At which point, Eddie made very short work of getting into his pants.

“Holy fuck,” Steve whined as Eddie’s hand slipped into his boxers.

“Let me know when you’re gonna go,” Eddie said, leaning back and looking at him, eyes dark and red-ringed, and fangs showing in his pleased grin.

Steve had no idea what Eddie had in mind, but he could follow instructions. He was going to warn Eddie it was unlikely to take long, but Eddie moved his hand in such a way he forgot how to speak for a couple of seconds. He hadn’t been touched by anyone else in a while now, most of his recent dates having been abandoned long before anything hotter than kissing, and then the apocalypse making survival the only thing on his mind. He was sensitive and responsive, and that it was Eddie’s hand on him was making it that much more.

Biting his lip and counting backwards from one hundred were the only things between him and this being over embarrassingly quickly.

When Eddie started nibbling on his neck, teasing him with blunt incisors and licking over the same spot, he almost lost it straight away.

“Now,” he managed to stutter out before his body completely betrayed him.

As his orgasm hit, Eddie bit and everything whited out. The pain wasn’t irrelevant this time as it joined with the overloading nerve impulses running through his body and he gasped, barely able to breathe. He had never in his life felt anything like it and it went on and on and on as Eddie sucked on his neck. Never had he imagined anything could feel this good.

Thought vanished from his head as all he could do was feel.

When Eddie pulled back, instincts fired and the soreness on the side of his neck disappeared without him consciously thinking about it. Which was a good thing, because sensible brain function was still beyond him.

“Wow,” Eddie said, and Steve opened his eyes to find his boyfriend staring at his neck.

“Yeah,” he agreed, as he scraped together the few braincells he had not just completely blown.

There was blood on Eddie’s lips and chin, and his pupils were blown wide and dark, and Steve thought he had never seen anything more inviting.

“Come here,” he said, bringing both his hands to either side of Eddie’s face.

He didn’t care that he was tasting his own blood as he claimed Eddie’s mouth with his. They began to fall towards the bed because he was no longer bracing them, but he kept on kissing. He never wanted to stop.

Ten minutes later he was reluctantly back downstairs, all cleaned up, making excuses and doing his very best not to look Wayne Munson in the face. He wasn’t sure how well he was pulling it off.

~*~

Steve was expecting a phone call for arrangements for later in the day when he had agreed with El he would do some more experimenting with her and Will. What he was not expecting was for Hopper to arrive in what looked like a new truck, with El and Will in tow.

“Hi,” he said, opening the door.

“Our house smells funny,” El said as she walked in. “Hello, Steve.”

She gave him a quick hug.

“Argyle accidentally smoked in the house,” Will offered the explanation. “Is it alright if we practice here?”

“Yeah, sure,” he replied, “come on in. We’ll just have to be careful once Wayne gets up though. He’s sleeping at the moment.”

“Hey Supergirl, Will the Wise, Chief,” Eddie greeted from behind him.

“Still not the chief of police anymore,” Hopper said, entering with a plain brown box in his hands.

“Looks like you have a nice new truck though,” Steve said as he closed the door.

“It’s a bribe,” Hopper said with a grin.

“For what?” Eddie asked before Steve got there.

“Owens offered me a job as head of security at the lab,” Hopper replied. “I told him I’d think about it and he gave me the truck to sweeten the deal.”

“They’re going to keep the lab open then?” Steve asked following everyone into the main living area.

“The way Owens tells it, it’s too risky not to, what with the Russians knowing about the Upside Down,” Hopper explained. “It’s going to be a monitoring station.”

“So, no more experiments on kids?” Eddie said.

“Only me,” El replied. “I wish to understand more about my powers.”

“Okay,” Steve said, because he really hadn’t expected El to sound so happy about something like that. “So, you’ll be taking the job then?” he added, looking at Hopper.

“Oh yeah,” the ex-Chief replied with a grin. “No way my daughter is going in there without me watching every damn thing they’re doing.”

That did go some way to explaining why El seemed perfectly happy with the idea.

“Just don’t want Owens taking me for granted, so I’ll keep him on the hook for a while,” Hopper added. “Munson, this belongs to you,” the man went on, placing the box on the coffee table.

“It does?” Eddie said, stepping past Steve.

“Picked it up from Powell this morning,” was the short explanation.

“My books?” Eddie asked, eyes lighting up with hope.

“Take a look,” Hopper said, looking very pleased with himself.

Eddie flipped the lid off the box like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Hell yes,” he said, joyfully, “come to me my pretties.”

Several Dungeons and Dragons manuals came out of the box first, being placed reverently on the table, before Eddie paused. Steve watched, fascinated as Eddie pulled out a dark blue, spiral bound notebook, treating it as if it was the holy grail. He even lifted it up and kissed it, before pulling it to his chest and wrapping both his arms around it. That was when Steve caught sight of the hand-drawn Hellfire logo on the front.

“Thank you, Chief,” Eddie said without a flicker of playfulness in his tone. “You don’t know what these mean to me.”

“I think I can see, Kid,” Hopper said in a surprisingly fatherly tone.

Steve really wanted to wrap his arms around Eddie but had to suffice with smiling and putting a hand on his shoulder instead.

“I need to plan a new campaign,” Eddie decided with an overexcited gleam in his eyes. “A campaign to end all campaigns in honour of our triumph.”

“Awesome,” was Will’s reaction to the announcement.

“Dining room table is all yours for planning and playing, if you want it,” Steve offered. “I would offer to steal your DM throne from the school, but that might be a bit obvious.”

“How do you know about my throne?” Eddie asked.

“Dustin never shut up about it,” Steve replied with a grin. “Do you know how many coolness points a throne gets you with Henderson.”

Eddie’s grin at that was utterly infectious. Steve had to sit on his desire to kiss it off his boyfriend’s face.

“Right, well that’s my delivery job done,” Hopper said before Steve could make an idiot out of himself. “Give me a call when you want rid of these two terrors, and I’ll swing by to pick them up.”

“Dad,” El protested as being called a terror, whereas Will just laughed.

“I can drop them back,” Steve immediately offered.

“After what they’ve been planning, I think I’d rather you didn’t get behind the wheel,” Hopper replied, heading back for the door. “Good luck with them.”

Steve was suddenly nervous at the look of glee in El and Will’s eyes.

End of Chapter 22

Chapter 23

#stranger things fanfiction #steddie #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie lives #stranger things #st:beyond-the-battle #fanfic #post season 4 #vampire eddie #hurt/comfort #vampire eddie munson #steve harrington has powers #steddie fanfic #steddie fic

[will80sbyers]

Hey so I also think Mike is possibly bi but I’m just curious, if you believe Mike isn’t lying about liking/wanting to be with El how is Byler going to be endgame? Do you believe he has feelings for Will yet? Why do you think he wants to be with El and how will that change in s5, in your opinion? Genuine questions btw, I love your posts!

It could happen in a lots of different ways to be honest, it depends on the general story they want to tell with the supernatural...

One hypothesis I can make:

He's gonna realize the lie about the painting and his whole world is gonna come crashing down because the only reason he felt sure enough to be vulnerable with El is because he thought El saw him as the heart, but that was Will... That's going to change his perception of the relationship - I explained in my power point I think that basically before that speech he was kind of questioning the relationship himself like when he says they had a fight that he thought couldn't be fixed... It's because he wasn't sure about saying the ily before Will's speech, that's what made Mike sure he could say that without that being a lie - I explained better there, it's complex... Basically what makes Mike believe he is sure that he loves El is Will's speech so when he makes his monologue he believes it himself because Will made him believe they were right for each other him and El

So when that's revealed as a lie...

He's probably gonna fall back on his deep insecurity and "regress" in a way because of that, he's probably gonna be angry at Will because Will doesn't confess why he lied to Mike and he doesn't understand

Also I think in a way deep down he had feelings for Will since day 1 but he doesn't realize that they are romantic yet, he started noticing he's super nervous around Will in a weird way since s3 but repressed it all and convinced himself that it's all platonic... Even in s4 and in s5 he's gonna have to face the truth that it's not platonic lol he's gonna start noticing his attraction to Will more as they grow up

Then El is going to break up with him for some reason, they either fight because he's insecure again or because of Max or because El learns that Will loves Mike so she dumps him giving priority to her brother's happiness or a mix of these

*Time jump of at least one year*

Byler builds up in a crescendo, Mike is super scared of losing Will, Will confesses his feelings, they get together in the last episodes and have the happy ending 🌈

Anyway it can happen in many different ways tbh xD

Oh and thank you!! ❤️

#will byers #mike wheeler #byler #ask

[selkielore]

since my f/f lit post is getting kind of long I just decided to paste everything i’ve read into one post under a readmore that i’ll edit and update every so often. disclaimer, they’re entirely rated by personal preference and how much i enjoyed them. nothing else. anyway... short reviews for 30+ F/F books read in 2020 under the cut:

into the drowning deep by mira grant (YA) 5/5 stars: I love horror I love women I love women who love other women… a great sci fi thriller with scary mermaids. HUGE fan and my first read of 2020.

the rise of kyoshi by f.c yee (YA) 5/5 stars: i really enjoyed it bc i’ve always loved the atla + lok universe and i was really pleased to read about kyoshi’s origins <3 also she has a hot firebending gf and that made me very happy… thanks bryke.

the lost coast by amy rose capetta (YA) 2/5: you’d think i’d be all over this bc it’s f/f teen witches but honestly it felt a little too much like a witchy polycule for my tastes bc personally i’m a repressed prude. it was cute tho! just not for me.

killing eve: die for me by luke jennings (adult) (4/5): yes I read the killing eve books yes I think I’m giving it this rating simply because it gives us the real villaneve romace that the show is still baiting us with…

what is yours is not yours by helen oyeyemi (adult) 5/5: this book was recommended to me by a girl who ghosted me. it’s a collection of short stories and it’s AMAZING. not every story is f/f but there are multiple stories with sapphic characters

the midnight lie by marie rutoski (YA) 10000/5: this is one of my favorite books this year… finally the roguish charming lesbian love interest we deserve. plus amazing worldbuilding and a fast paced plot that keeps you on your toes <3 and a ruthless girl protag we LOVE to see it.

the tiger flu by larrisa lai (adult) 3/5: very unsettling to read a book about a pandemic when one is in a global pandemic… I was disappointed that there was no f/f romance, just lesbian characters, however the feral teenage girl representation and the absolutely bananas sci fi dystopia wins it 3/5 stars.

the teahouse fire by ellis avery (adult) 2/5: simply not what I wanted out of a book. it’s a great piece of historical fiction but when i’m on an f/f binge solely for the sake of seeking out sapphic romances that satisfied me, this wasn’t it.

criers war by nina valera (YA) 5/5: she lives up to the hype! criers war pulled me in completely and i’m pretty sure i binge read it in a single day. love enemies to lovers, love the fantasy/dystopia combo

the queen of ieflaria by effie calvin (NA) 4/5: cute arranged marriage romance and lesbians in a fantasy setting. i read this authors entire breadth of work in like 2 weeks bc i’m just frothing at the mouth for fantasy sapphics

daugher of the sun by effie calvin (NA) 5/5: broody paladin and a literal chaos goddess fall in love. what more do you want?

the queen of rhodia by effie calvin (NA) 4/5: not as good as daughter of the sun but a fun sequel to catch up with the characters from book one, as well as bringing in the chars from book 2 <3 we love to see lesbian couples everywhere

the empress of xytae by effie calvin (NA) 4/5: yes I read every single one of these books. yes they’re all cute and they’re all a series of sapphic romances in a fantasy land… that’s my ideal niche

this is how you lose the time war by amal el mohtar and max gladstone (adult) 5/5: I don’t even know how to explain this one except that it feels more like poetry than prose. sci fi future with a f/f enemies to lovers story line. so beautifully written that you have to give it a 5/5

the traitor baru cormorant by seth dickenson (adult) 4/5: I liked it because I love a ruthless lady protaganist and I LOVE a ruthless lesbian protaganist but I did get a little bogged down in the heavy worldbuilding. VERY high fantasy with themes on colonization. did not get that 5/5 because the lesbians did not get a happy ending.

ice massacre by tiana warner (YA) 3/5: it wasn’t BAD it just wasn’t remarkable. mermaid vs human war with a forbidden romance between a mermaid and a human

girls made of snow and glass by melissa bashardoust (YA) 4/5: wonderful dynamics between women and lots of reflection on the relationships between mothers and daughters. I love a fairytale retelling, and one of the pov chars has a f/f romance that is very sweet <3

girl, serpent, thorn by melissa bashardoust (YA) 4/5: I just finished this today and already started another book so i’m not sure I fully absorbed it but. I really enjoyed having a protagonist struggling with morality and I did appreciate the little bisexual love triangle. also love, love the influences of persian mythology in it

blood countess by lana popovic (YA) 5/5: FINALLY some scary food! the romance in this is certainly not healthy and the narrative makes it clear but it’s a very fun sexy historical fiction read with horror elements. wish there was more creepy sapphic lit <3

witches of ash and ruin by e. latimer (YA) 4.5/5: a little bit slow and cheesy at the beginning. oftentimes rural fantasy can be that way, but it ramps up towards the end. it has a very cute enemies to lovers romance with a bisexual main, and the plotline follows serial killers and witches so i’d say it’s a great read! i haven’t checked the author’s social media etc to confirm but from the way it ended it looks like it’s going to be a series

the lady’s guide to celestial mechanics by olivia waite (adult) 5/5: sooo good why aren’t there more regency era f/f romances… this is a very traditional romance novel but it was so sweet and i loved the characters so much… it ended up making me throw down my phone (which i was reading the book on) just to yell ROMANCE at the top of my lungs. big fan of any literature encouraging women to step into their own power and confidence.

queen of coin and whispers by helen corcoran (YA) 4.5/5: this almost gets five stars because it was soooo good. i love fantasy YA so much it’s like comfort food for me and on top of that it was sapphic. the two main chars are both ambitious queer girls which does it for me! it’s about the new queen of a fantasy kingdom falling in love with her newly appointed spymaster. the only downside is the ending felt rushed… it almost feels like the author was preparing to set it up for a sequel and then instead packed a whole watered down second book in the like… last ten chapters out of a 52 chapter book.

the shadow of kyoshi by f.c yee (YA) 5/5: this is the sequel to the rise of kyoshi so i’ll hold off on details but it was so good and continued the first book beautifully. it payed such good attention to kyoshi as a character and also showed how important rangi is to her….. um. i’m soft.

the circus rose by betsy cornwell (YA) 4/5: it’s a good book but it wasn’t exactly what i wanted it to be.. going into reading this categorized as a “lesbian” book i was disappointed. it follows a pair of twins raised in a circus named ivory and rosie - ivory’s story is told in prose, and rosie’s is told in poetry. rosie is a lesbian but we get wayy less of her romance with her love interest and way more of ivory’s story. ivory is kind of ambiguous because she talks about only being attracted to men and then her love interest is a nonbinary fae person so i don’t really know whether to call it sapphic or not? ivory and tam get way more page time than rosie and rosie’s whole story is in poetry which makes it less straightforward. not a bad book! in fact, it’s wonderful and i really enjoyed it but it wasn’t what i wanted it to be when i read about it in an article calling it a lesbian book. it felt like a very queer book with a sapphic character to me.

the dark tide by alicia jasinska (YA) 4/5

 a f/f retelling of tam lin! it’s an enemies to lovers romance and it’s YA fantasy so obviously it was a fun read, there’s a bisexual main and two love interests. it also revolved a lot more around individual character development than any romance overall, which was cool, and there were a multiple nuanced portrayals of complicated sibling relationships which I adored reading. 

the lamb will slaughter the lion by margaret killjoy (adult) 4/5

a very quick, urban fantasy horror read about queer anarchists and an evil deer spirit terrorizing/protecting an abandoned town. honestly almost every character in this was LBGT which i loved, and i’m a sucker for horror so it got me. it’s also ownvoices - the author is a trans woman. the romance was very minor but very sweet and i enjoyed the book overall! i think it would make a great movie adaptation because it’s so short and written in such a sparse, to the point way. 

the luminous dead by caitlin sterling (adult) 4/5

sci fi horror in caves. it’s like the descent (2005) but in space, and there’s only one caver. this book was crazy. It was a little slow at first, but it was definitely a slow build of terror and once I was into it I couldn’t stop reading for fear for our protagonists life. the romance here isn’t a healthy one folks, but it was really fun reading a horror novel with a queer protag and a bit of romance as a side note. 

salt slow by julia armfield (adult) 5/5

a collection of short horror stories - not all of them were f/f but a few of them were. if you like carmen maria machado, you’ll like this book - it reminded me a lot of her body and other parties which is a huge compliment. the stories managed to range from terrifying to tender and both at the same time. my particular favorite was cassandra after 

iron heart by nina valera (YA) 4.5/5 stars

the sequel to criers war - I won’t say too much except that it was a little slow to get back into the world of this book, but once i was in i really enjoyed it. i can’t say much else about it without spoilers but i loved crier and ayla’s development both individually and as a couple... it was incredibly well done and it warmed my heart. more typical YA love stories between two girls please. 

the ascent to godhood by jy yang (adult) 2/5 stars

east asian inspired fantasy. it’s also the fourth book in a series but i read it on it’s own, so there’s probably plenty i missed. it’s told by the ex-lover of the protector and there’s a little bit about their romance but it’s mostly fantasy politics so i came away feeling kind of disappointed. it was also a really quick read. 

white is for witching by helen oyeyemi (adult) 5/5 stars

miss oyeyemi never misses... SUCH a clever horror and haunted house story. i was so drawn into all the characters and their life in dover and their haunted house that i can only rate it a 5/5... if you’re interested in generational hauntings, generational trauma in women, or the haunted house as a character this is a book for you. it was amazing and i’m obsessed. while the romance didn’t take up a lot of time (really only present in the last third of the book) i loved miranda and ore together and the way their relationship ended felt like a very natural conclusion as this is a horror story and it didn’t leave me sad. 

updated 9/29/20

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[platypanthewriter]

Yuletide Fic 5/5

Part One/Two/Three/Four/Five Read them as I post here, or all at once in Ao3 under peterqpan

What hadn’t occurred to Billy while planning for Santa was how long he and Steve would have to lie silently, waiting for the whispers around them to subside. The kids kept eating the Santa cookies, and then getting up to get more, and Will had the giggles about something. He kept wriggling out of the sleeping bags to put on more Christmas carols.

El kept sitting up at the slightest noise, staring suspiciously out the window, and Max wasn’t helping, all “What was that? Did you hear something?”

Jonathan’s shoulders shook suspiciously over on the couch, but at least he was quiet.

Steve didn’t let Billy throw anything at Max and El, and when Billy started to suggest knocking Dustin and Will out with blunt force trauma instead, Steve cupped his face with both hands, smiling at him in the light of the tree. They were scooted down far enough in the zipped-together sleeping bags that the edge shielded them from sight, their knees touching, and Billy let his eyes close as he leaned into Steve’s warm hands.

“Love you,” Billy whispered, almost inaudibly. “See, it’s romantic now.”

“It’s always romantic,” Steve whispered back, which Billy should have expected, honestly, from the man he’d had to flee earlier because he was professing his love loudly in the grocery store over Billy’s choice in mustard.

“Loser,” Billy sighed, squirming closer, and biting back a laugh at the feeling of Steve kissing his forehead, and his ears, and across his cheeks to his eyelids, and down his nose. Billy reached out and grabbed his boyfriend by the back of the neck, pulling him into a real kiss, but soft, so the kids couldn’t hear. “Merry goddamn Christmas,” he whispered, under the annoying, tinny tones of Marie and Donnie Osmond, apparently taped from the TV special. Steve snorted a laugh against his lips, and Billy could feel him grinning.

“Thanks,” Steve whispered, and Billy stroked his thumb over the base of Steve’s skull, and the shell of his ear, feeling the muscles move as he smiled.

“All I did was get out of your way,” Billy whispered. “But I get you tomorrow night, Harrington.”

“No, you—you did all this,” Steve whispered back. “I wouldn’t’ve thought of inviting the Byers. Or the tree. You invited Dustin.”

“Dustin invited himself,” Billy pointed out, and Steve nodded, squirming closer.

“You said it was okay,” he whispered. “I’d be...this’d be every other Christmas,” he laughed, a little catch in his voice, and pressed in for another kiss, murmuring against Billy’s lips, “Except for you. Love you. Babe. Billy Hargrove.”

“...I haven’t even killed you a reindeer yet,” Billy told him, his face so hot he could feel the blood pounding in his ears. “Jesus.”

“I love you anyway,” Steve whispered, kissing his face again. “I’m generous that way. Y’know. Even to losers who can’t even bring me a reindeer.”

Thank god, Billy thought, turning his head to kiss deeper, tasting frosting, and feeling Steve tremble against him, panting for breath. Thank god he shut up about loving me. Thank god he loves a loser who doesn’t bring him reindeer. He slid his hand up inside Steve’s shirt, under his sweater, and felt his breath hitch. Steve slid a socked foot over, hooking Billy’s leg by the ankle to sandwich their knees together, so their bodies were close enough to feel warm.

“Let’s sing carols,” Dustin said loudly, and Steve scrambled away, sat up in the zipped-together sleeping bags, and beaned him with a pillow he yanked off the couch, which had the fortunate side effect of dumping Jonathan Byers' ass on the floor. He yelled.

Billy should have expected the thankfully brief pillow fight, in which Will got the giggles so bad he fell over, Dustin took a three-pointer in the face from Max, and Jonathan Byers threw pillows at Steve, missing every time.

El smacked everyone indiscriminately, and Steve tried to be some kind of stealth ninja slithering around on sleeping bags while Billy called out plays like a sports announcer, but after they all flopped horizontal again, panting, the kid’s giggles finally petered off, and then there was silence.

It was time.

“How come I didn’t get a home run,” Steve whispered as they retrieved El’s bike from where Hopper’d slid it under the table, as Jonathan tiptoed off for the stockings.

“Didn’t hit the ceiling beam,” Billy whispered back, making it up as he went along. “Gotta hit the ceiling beam before it drops on somebody.”

“I should have got a penalty shot when they all ganged up on me,” Steve huffed, sitting out Dustin’s Commodore 64 games, and Will’s new markers. There was a photography book for Jonathan, and Billy waited until Steve wandered off to stick the two albums he’d bought him kinda behind it— Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, and The Police: Synchronicity. Steve used one of his dad’s ski boots to make an ash print by the stove, before helping Jonathan prop stockings up not-too-near the fireplace, so the chocolate inside wouldn’t melt by morning.

Max had new walkie-talkies too, and Billy sat them out with mixed feelings, wondering who the second one would go to—her mom?! He hailed Steve over to have him write a note, too—Dear Max, it said, I have given your step-brother Billy a little Christmas spirit, so he’ll drive you to get a skateboard repair kit.

“Why am I writing it,” Steve hissed.

“She knows my handwriting, dingus,” said Billy, knowing she didn’t believe in Santa, but also buying in, a little, to the illusion.

Steve looked at him for a long second, and then yanked him in for a kiss.

They’d barely climbed back in their sleeping bags when Billy heard bells, and thought really, Hopper? Fuck you. Really?!

El sprang up, stumbling sleepily over Dustin and Will to the window, and from their grunts and muttered expletives, possibly doing internal damage. “Bells,” El mumbled, squinting outside just as they all jumped at the loud thud, and scraping noise, and El turned to stare at Max and yell “It’s his sleigh! It’s his sleigh!” before peeling off to run out the back door to stare up at the sky as Max fixed a sleepy, but extremely suspicious, glower on Billy.

“The fuck was that,” she hissed, and Steve said “Santa!”

“Go away, Santa, too early,” Dustin mumbled, and Billy’s liking for the kid grew three sizes that moment.

“It’s not even two in the morning,” Steve whispered, laughing, and pointing to the digital clock on the VCR, but Mrs. Henderson, Joyce, and Susan all stumbled downstairs, shivering and blinking sleepily, followed by Hopper.

He hummed as he put the kettle on, rubbing his hands together as his kid froze outside like The Little Match Girl, looking for Santa in her pajamas, and Billy finally went to the door with Dustin and yelled “El! Get in here, you’ll freeze!”

She yelled something back, but it got lost in the arctic wind, until she ran back, shivering, and held out a half-eaten carrot like she’d found the Holy Grail. “They dropped this!” she whispered, and Billy dropped a blanket on her head, and walked away to stand by the fire as Dustin pulled her inside, and Will saw his Santa-given markers and yelled.

Steve came up and threw his arms around Billy, either out of joy, or the realization he needed to stop his boyfriend from murdering the sheriff.

The kids all milled around the tree, Dustin’s fingers actually twitching towards the games, but they all noticed the time, and stared warily at their parents—except El, who was wrapped up in a blanket in the arms of the main offender, her snowflake-patterned socks sticking out as she yelled something muffled about Santa.

“Guess we’re opening presents now!” said Joyce Byers, grinning as she watched Jonathan catch sight of the photography book, and Will sitting, cross legged in front of his markers, his eyes wide and fixed on their target. El found her bike and yelled, snatching the note, and Max frowned at the handwriting over her shoulder, then fixed a startled frown on Billy, who shrugged. Max's eyes narrowed as El ran to show Hopper the note, and Billy looked away, watching Dustin rub his face briskly and trundle over to sit under the tree.

Dustin passed his mom a package, grinning up at her, and she crouched to hug his head.

“You’re all insane,” Billy whispered, warming to the idea of Christmas, a bit, as El passed him more hot chocolate, even though Jonathan immediately ruined everything by putting the Rudolph Christmas special on the VCR.

“Euuuugh,” Billy groaned, leaning his head against Steve’s.

In the ensuing melee, Billy ducked around flung Star Wars toys, Legos, what looked like a camping tent, a Ghostbusters baseball cap, and a rainbow of hats and scarves from Mrs. Henderson, who’d apparently made some for everyone there.

“How’d you have time,” Joyce breathed, running her fingers over a pattern in brown and green, and Claudia Henderson shrugged.

“Dustin’s cousins never send thank you cards anyway,” she said, grinning and handing packages to Billy, Steve, and Hopper.

Billy squeezed his, blinking at her, and she patted his shoulder. If Claudia Henderson could brave the wrapping-paper explosion, so could he, he figured, so he edged around to grab Steve’s stocking, and handed it over. “I’m giving this to you on one knee,” he whispered, and Steve blinked at him, then stared down at the stocking.

Instead of pulling out orange after orange, as Billy’d anticipated, Steve dumped it over his lap in a shower of fruit and walnuts, and burst out laughing at the ring-pop Billy’d stuck in the bottom. He yanked the wrapper open and put it on his finger, admiring the huge cherry candy gem, and leaned to whisper “I do.”

Billy flushed and scrambled away to find his actual presents for his boyfriend, rather than watch Steve stare into his eyes, swirling his tongue around his ring-pop, his mouth already red from the food coloring. Billy scrambled half under the tree and yanked out the first aid kit, and the cold-weather kit with handwarmers and foil blankets, and passed them up to Steve, who looked startled unwrapping them, then fond.

“I’ll be ready for anything,” he said, and Billy snorted.

“Can you be ready for anything in Hawkins?” Billy shot back, and Steve beamed at him.

Billy’s Santa presents for Steve, the albums, had been snatched up by Will and Jonathan, he realized after crawling around. They surrendered them after arranging some copies in trade, and Billy handed them over to their proper recipient while Steve stared at the pile of presents growing around him, and agreed to give one of his new walkie-talkies to Dustin.

Which made sense, Billy thought, it wasn't like Billy even knew how to use the damn thing. He didn't even know if he lived close enough to Steve for the damn thing to work, and it was probably more important to Steve that the kids could find him when they found monsters.

Steve was wearing one of his new mittens on the hand without the ring-pop, and the matching burgundy scarf, and Billy sat and watched him as he opened the note from Joyce, inviting him for New Years, and grinned at her.

Billy forgot he was in the middle of the whole Christmas mess until Max punched him in the shoulder, and shoved the note Steve had written in front of his face. “This true?” she asked, scowling. “You’re gonna take me to buy a skate kit.”

“Yeah,” he said, shrugging, and she stared.

“Santa is real,” she muttered, crawling back over to where El was trying on her new bike helmet.

Steve pushed his haul aside, pausing to blink at a wrapped package from Susan, and waved Billy over as he slowly ripped it open. Two packaged Hot Wheels cars spilled out into his lap—a BMW and a Camaro, and Steve looked delighted. "They're our cars," he whispered, grinning at Billy, his eyes sparkling in the lights from the tree as he ripped the cardboard off the backs, and touched their front bumpers gently together.

Billy shoved them down, hissing, "Don't make our cars kiss."

"But they're in love," Steve whispered back, bumping them together again, and Billy leaned his face in his hand and groaned.

He glanced over at Susan, sitting next to Max and El as El told his stepmom about things you could put in bike wheels to make noise. He couldn't picture Susan Hargrove going through the toy aisle, finding their cars, and he wondered for a wild moment if Max had, but that was even harder to picture. Steve kissed the cars bumpers together again, making a smoochy noise, and Billy elbowed him. He couldn't figure out what the cars had even been for—she wouldn't have given them to him—so the remaining option was Susan had shopped for Steve, intending the whole time to give him little toy cars in a mismatched pair.

Steve put both cars in his hand, their undercarriages pressed together, and rolled their tires together with a sly grin, and Billy smacked his hand again, reddening. “Okay, so,” Steve said finally, “—I didn’t know you’d want to come.”

“It’s fine,” Billy laughed, but Steve shook him gently by the shoulders.

“No, it’s not, but I gotta find you something better than what Bradley's Big Buy had, okay. All I got you was this—” he pushed a squishy package into Billy’s hands, and Billy ripped it open to find a soft sweater, clingier than the horse blanket Steve had pulled over his head earlier. “It’s the color of your—no, it’s not,” Steve said, squinting into his face, and Billy started snickering as Steve grabbed him by both arms and pushed him closer to the tree, then pulled him back, then walked him through the all the sprawled kids and around the other side. “There,” Steve said proudly. “It’s the color of your eyes.”

“I can’t see them,” Billy reminded him, grinning, and Steve stared at his mouth, licking his own lips, then groaned quietly in the back of his throat and stalked back to the couch, sucking on the ring-pop.

“Billy,” said Susan, holding out two rectangular department-store boxes with fancy bows, and Billy bit his lips together and sat down right where he was, lifting the lid on the top one. It was a button-down like he liked, the same brand he was wearing, in a deep oceany blue, and he bit his lips together, frowning into the box.

“Neil was busy, so I told him he didn't need to...supervise the shopping,” she said. “It should be the right size.”

Billy nodded, putting the lid back on, and opened the other, bigger box to see a wool coat, thick but tailored. He narrowed his eyes and put it on, and Steve whistled like a goddamn train. Billy ignored him, tugging at it and zipping up the front, and for once, dressed for the outdoors, didn’t feel like he was wearing an entire mattress tied to his chest. “...thanks,” he said, feeling his face heat, and avoiding looking up at her face by testing the size of the pockets.

“Don’t freeze to death,” Susan told him, sighing, and handed him his stocking. He pulled out Mr. T’s Candy Cups, and Nerds, and some oranges, and Starburst, and then felt something thick. He thought this better not be a fucking bag of coal, after she said she didn’t even think it was funny.

It was a pair of socks, warm and soft, and he considered them for a second before placing them in his lap, and reaching in to find a cassette of David Bowie’s Let’s Dance. He was just pulling out some Twix bars when Max dropped next to him, and he pulled his candy back towards him, narrowing his eyes at her.

“I got my own candy, dipshit,” she said, rolling her eyes, and fiddling with her new, shiny walkie-talkies. "The hat's warm."

Billy grimaced. "We'll get you the board repair kit."

"...he told you not to buy it, didn't he," she said heavily, and Billy winced, opening his mouth.

“Everybody done?” Joyce yelled, and Max opened her mouth and closed it again, gripping the walkie-talkie, but Joyce walked by and patted her shoulder, calling out, “Everybody done with presents? Okay! Go the hell to bed.” Max scuttled away to her sleeping bag, and Joyce prodded Hopper in the side, which he ignored. She cupped her hands around her mouth, shouting up at him. “Bedtime!”

“It’s morning,” Dustin said, snickering, but he covered a yawn, and Will walked over to his side of their shared sleeping bags, his arms filled with loot, and collapsed in a smiling pile.

“Fine, fine,” Hopper said, clapping his hands. “Everybody back to bed! G’night!”

Max opened her mouth, frowning at him, then sighed, and lurched tiredly to her feet, stumbling away. Steve came over and sat in her spot, throwing his arm around Billy, and sucking his ring-pop, and they sat and stared at the tree as the kids crawled back into their sleeping bags, Rudolph’s dad was terrible on the TV, and the adults all shuffled back upstairs.

“Love you,” Steve whispered.

“I heard those were invented to stop kids sucking their thumbs,” Billy whispered back, flicking Steve's hand with the ring-pop.

“It’s definitely been handy when I wanted to suck on things,” Steve said agreeably, and Billy choked, coughing, as Steve slurped away at his cherry ring-pop, looking smug.

Billy woke the next day alone in the sleeping bag, and tender where he’d rolled on his belt, and where the seams of his jeans had sanded his legs. He groaned into the soft blue-green sweater he was using as a pillow, and smelled food .

Nancy’d shown up, he found out, when he sat up like a groundhog blinking at the sun. She was on the couch with Jonathan, flipping through a different photo book in black and white. They both blinked at Billy, and then waved silently, and he waved back, looking around for Steve, and hoping Steve’s ex and her new beau didn’t try to include Billy in their conversation.

Steve was running back and forth from the kitchen, carrying plates and wearing an intent grin, and Billy watched him for a few minutes before clambering out of the sleeping bag. The others were rolled up, he noticed, and tried to zip his apart. He caught the ties in the zipper, somehow, and was trying to figure out whether he could just roll them together when Will dropped to sit next to him, eager to leverage his sleeping-bag-taming knowledge for copies of all Billy’s music.

Billy considered, aware of Nancy and Jonathan trying not to watch him repeatedly lose his battle with a squishy inanimate object, and finally agreed. “You figure this shit out and I’ll copy you the new Def Leppard,” he whispered, and Will hugged him, which was just—weird, so he waited until it was over, and walked away, trying to fix his hair by feel.

Lucas and Max showed up that afternoon, Mike was there, Billy registered vaguely, giving all the appropriate compliments to El about her bike, and Billy dozed on Steve’s shoulder in a turkey coma and let the Christmas carols float over him.

Just after he thought they’d left again, the floor pounded as Max stalked up to him and slapped the new walkie-talkie in his hand. “Everybody else has one,” she said, glaring at it, turning on her heel, and stalking off. Billy stared after her, wondering whether she honestly couldn't find someone to give it to. He'd seen Lucas', and it was twice the size.

“Ooo, I have one!” Steve said excitedly. “We can talk when you can’t get to the phone!”

Billy glanced up at him, and back down, imagining being able to call Steve when his door was padlocked from the outside, and bit his lips together. He nodded, and cleared his throat. “I, uh, yeah. I’ll...get some batteries.”

“I’ve got some,” Steve said, squirming away, then dropping beside him again to hand over an eight-pack of Energizers. “Dustin gave me some for mine.”

“...might use this thing a lot,” Billy said warningly, flicking the buttons, and Steve laughed.

“Good, I don’t wanna feel needy.”

Before everyone left, Billy got hugs from Joyce and Mrs. Henderson—he couldn’t think of her as Claudia, not when she was wearing an apron and reminded him so much of Mrs. Claus—a companionable shoulder-squeeze from Hopper, and a tense smile from Susan. El asked whether they could come back next year, explaining how Santa got lost sometimes without woodstoves, and Steve nodded seriously, agreeing to everything she said.

Jonathan shook Billy's hand like an awkward nerd, while Will tried to convince them to hang out and listen to music together, until El started questioning them all about music, and Hopper drug her away. As Jonathan, Will, El, and Hopper stumbled off in a hand-holding chain like Billy's paper-doll garland, Billy felt a tap on the shoulder, and turned to see Joyce Byers again.

"Jonathan and Will showed me the car," she said. "It looks really nice."

"They vacuumed it," Steve said, laughing and waving his hands, and Billy rolled his eyes.

"Steve fixed it so your battery will charge right, and changed your oil," he reported, and Steve laughed, grinning, then went wide-eyed as Joyce hugged them both around the necks, yanking them down even though she stood on her tiptoes.

"Thanks so much, you two," she said, sounding a little choked. "You're such good kids. You're such good kids."

Steve made a weird noise in his throat, and Billy's eyes skipped the stinging and went straight to blurry with tears, so he pulled away, clearing his throat, and made a show of lighting a cigarette.

"A-anytime," Steve said, laughing a little unnaturally. He folded his arms, unfolded them, and bit his lips, and Joyce squeezed his shoulder.

"Thank you," she said earnestly, and he nodded.

Billy threw an arm around him as Joyce walked away. Dustin glanced between Billy and Steve and saluted, laughing and shaking his head, and Nancy waved again from the car window. Steve waved back.

“We look like the parents in a Christmas special,” Billy said, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Steve, and waving at departing cars. "Like a sitcom." Steve snorted a laugh, wiping his eyes.

After they’d all gone, Billy leaned in the doorway between the kitchen and the front room, watching Steve pick up a couple pieces of wrapping paper, and sigh. He sat under the tree, holding a piece of Mrs. Henderson’s ugliest wrapping paper, covered in brown and orange angels that looked like a hollow-eyed Strawberry Shortcake. Steve stretched it flat, and bit his lips together, before crumpling it, his shoulders a little bowed.

“...you don’t think Chriatmas is over, do you?” Billy asked, wandering closer.

“What?” Steve laughed, his eyes lowered. “I mean, it’s still the 25th. I guess. Christmas until midnight.”

“Yeah, that too,” Billy agreed, coming up behind him to reach around with both arms and take the sad crumpled Christmas paper away. He tossed it behind the tree, and Steve snorted a laugh, leaning back into his arms. “But we haven’t even gotten our best present yet,” he whispered, letting his breath tickle Steve’s ear, so he shivered. “This is the part I’ve been waiting for.” Steve opened his mouth, shrugging, and Billy yanked him around so they were nose to nose. “I got the biggest present under the tree,” Billy hissed, “—and I’ve been so patient, don’t you dare tell me Christmas is over now.”

Steve grinned at him, wide and delighted, and Billy squished his face with both hands, making his grin kissable.

Having had plenty of time to plan, Billy grabbed one of the sleeping bags, unrolled it, and tossed it under the tree, towards the fire. Steve pulled him over for a deeper kiss this time, soft and exploratory, as though he didn’t know every hitch of Billy’s breath, and the way he trembled when Steve bit gently at his lower lip, and let it pull through his teeth. “Jesus god of reindeer,” Billy whispered muzzily, and Steve burst out laughing.

“What,” he said. “What?”

“You,” Billy said hoarsely, and cleared his throat, trying to remember his script. “You wanna put on, like, your Christmas songs. Or—or movies. Or something.”

“...you wanna fuck me to Rudolph?” Steve asked, looking a little weirded out, and Billy gritted his teeth, and committed, for the sake of love.

“You want your Christmas shit playing when you get presents, right.”

“...jesus,” Steve whispered, head cocked like Billy was crazy, but beaming all the same. “Uh.” He flushed, biting his lips as he narrowed his eyes at the TV and VCR, and then the tape player. “Uh, just music, maybe.”

“Yeah, I don’t know about Rudolph,” Billy grimaced, imagining the little reindeer’s nasal tones, and the nitwit misfit song. “I mean, if you want to, but I’m gonna...good thing I already know how fucking weird you are—”

“I didn’t come up with—with this Rudolph sex orgy idea,” Steve hissed back, poking him in the chest.

Billy shrugged, rubbing it. “I really don’t know what’s weirder about that than listening to, like, The Carpenters, or John Denver and the Muppets,” he said, waiting while Steve blew the dust off the record player, and frowned between The Jackson 5 Christmas Album and A Partridge Family Christmas Card. “Or those,” Billy said, making a face at little Michael Jackson, and sitting on the sleeping bag, waiting while his dick strained against the inside of his jeans.

“Just don’t think too much about it,” Steve muttered, crouching down to put on A Partridge Family with pink cheeks, and Billy waited until the speakers crackled and Mr. Partridge started singing to grab Steve around the waist.

Billy pulled his boyfriend's butt half into his lap, where he could slide his hands up Steve’s sides, lifting his sweater and shirt, and kissing the skin between his shoulder blades. Steve laughed, and leaned his head back against Billy’s shoulder for a kiss. Billy gave him one—then two—then stared at Steve’s startled grin, and sighed, brushing their lips together as the magnetic pull hauled him back in, and Steve gave a muffled laugh and a contented noise deep in his throat, closing his eyes. He tasted sweet, like the cookies he’d been eating, even sweeter than usual, and Billy groaned and shoved Steve forward again in order to push his sweater and shirt up over his shoulders, white from winter, and scattered with birthmarks. Billy kissed a few of them.

“Better keep me warm,” Steve whispered, curling up in his arms, and Billy pulled him in as tight as he could, burying his probably goofy-looking grin in Steve’s hair.

“Oh, I’ll warm you up,” he whispered, and Steve snickered, relaxed against him as Billy slid his hands around Steve's waist, and down to undo his boyfriend’s jeans. Steve groaned, shivering as Billy pulled his cock out—it was already satisfyingly hard in his hand, and Billy rubbed the edge of his thumb across it, so Steve grunted and squirmed in his lap. “...guess the Partridge Family really does it for you,” Billy whispered.

“Shut your face,” Steve mumbled, panting. “You do it for me, we could be—we could be listening to like. Bird calls, I don’t give a fuck—”

“You saying Tweety Bird gets your motor running,” Billy whispered back, and Steve elbowed him, mostly hitting sweater.

“Fuck you,” he hissed, his hips jerking so his dick bumped against Billy’s thumb again, into his hand, and Billy squeezed it, the wetness letting his thumb slide easily over the tip. “Oh jesus,” Steve whispered. “God…”

“Lay down,” Billy said, biting his shoulder gently, and Steve arched against him, groaning. “Come on, your majesty, I’m not even done unwrapping you yet.”

“...nerd,” Steve snorted, panting, but he let himself be pressed back onto the sleeping bag, his cock sliding against Billy’s hand as Billy held him down, gently, by the lower belly, tugging his jeans off. Steve bent his legs up to let Billy yank the legs off without having to move, and Billy laughed as he tugged Steve’s socks off, and tossed them away. Steve grinned up at him, his face lit by the lights on the tree, making him look a little starry.

“There,” Billy said, rubbing his free hand up Steve’s thigh. He leaned in to kiss his boyfriend’s naked dick, and Steve yelped, moaning in the back of his throat.

“What—about you,” he grunted, his voice a little rough. “You gonna raw me in your jeans?”

He sounded hungry at the thought, and Billy filed that away for later. “Nah,” he whispered, swinging a leg over so he was sitting across his boyfriend’s thighs. “Thought I’d make you watch me, for a bit,” he said, sliding two fingers in his mouth, and sucking on them.

Steve muttered “Oh, shit,” and propped himself up on his elbows.

“Now you got me in this damn...Mr. Rogers sweater,” Billy said, keeping his voice low as he drug his fingers down it, Steve’s gaze fixed on them as his dick leaked.

“Don’t talk about Mr. Rogers, gross,” he whispered, and Billy grinned, swinging his hips a little from side to side so Steve's naked thighs could feel the warmth of his ass through jeans. “Jesus,” Steve muttered, clenching his fists as Billy slid both hands around his own waist just under the edge of the sweater, lifting them up underneath against his sides, and Steve laughed a little unevenly, his eyes widening.

Billy lifted the sweater a little more, running his fingers lightly over his abs, and then his pecs as they flexed with his arms up in the damn sweater, and Steve swallowed visibly. Billy pulled the sweater off his shoulders and head, shaking his hair back, and flexed his arms as he pulled the sweater sleeves off.

Steve threw his head back laughing. “Love you,” he said, always picking the weirdest times.

“We’re boning to the Partridge Family,” Billy hissed, instantly irritated. “If this fuckery isn’t love I don’t know what is.”

“I know,” Steve said, his smile soft even as his cock dripped on his belly. “Thanks for boning me to the Partridge Family.”

“Shut the hell up, I’m stripping,” Billy growled, and Steve started laughing again, tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes, and Billy swore and leaned in to kiss him, flattening him to the ground, and wiping the wetness away from his boyfriend’s eyes with his knuckles. “The fuck is wrong with you,” he muttered, and Steve snickered, sniffling. “You want me to hurry up?”

“No,” Steve laughed, swallowing a suspicious gulping sound, and Billy frowned harder. “I just like this,” Steve whispered, laughing, his eyes welling up again. “I like this Christmas.”

“Are you gonna do this every year?” Billy asked in horror, imagining his boyfriend crying through sex while puppets wailed in the background, and Steve laughed harder, wiping his face.

“You saying you’re gonna bone me under the tree every year?” he asked, and Billy felt his face heat. Steve grinned, reaching up to tuck Billy’s curls out of his face, behind his ear. “In sickness and in health?”

“Why are you so weird,” Billy groaned, rocking his hips, so Steve grunted, closing his eyes. “Yes. Yeah. Next year we’ll fuck to Frosty, can I get back to stripping now?”

“Yeah,” Steve laughed, sniffling. “I love you. Yeah.”

“Christ,” Billy muttered, wiping his boyfriend’s eyes and cheeks again, his own eyes stinging a little—probably with embarrassment, he thought, fairly sure he was gonna get a half-chub every time he heard the Partridge Family playing, for the rest of his life.

Steve was still hard, at least—which was more disconcerting than anything—so Billy sighed, and rolled his hips again, as a reset. Every time he did, his fly brushed the bottom of Steve’s dick, and he groaned, rocking his head back against the sleeping bag. He was starting to sweat, and the light of the tree made him glisten.

“Look at me,” Billy told him, and Steve folded his arms behind his head to see. Billy ran his fingers up his new blue shirt—cupping his sides like his hands were Steve’s, and then running his hands up along the buttons to undo the first one.

“Never seen you with your shirt all the way on before,” Steve whispered, his eyes fond, and Billy snorted.

“Can’t let up on the advertising campaign,” he said. “Gotta show you the goods.”

“No, you don’t,” Steve reached down to squeeze Billy’s thigh through his jeans. Billy undid another button, parting the fabric over his collarbones, and running his hands down his neck, and Steve leaned his head on one shoulder, smiling up. “I’m not gonna...forget, jesus,” he whispered. “Never gonna forget what you look like, babe.”

Billy grabbed the sweater and leaned in to lift Steve’s head into a kiss, tucking the sweater behind it as a pillow.

“God,” Steve whispered against his mouth, running his hands over Billy’s half-unbuttoned shirt.

Billy sat back upright again, while Steve groaned and grabbed at his shirt as he pulled away. Billy undid another button, letting his nails scrape along his skin as he scooped his pendant into his mouth, swaying his hips. He slid his fingers down over the remaining buttons to brush over the edge of his belt, raising his eyebrows at Steve, who laughed, panting.

“Yeah, I’m watching, loverboy.” Steve leaned back on one elbow, smiling smugly, and Billy watched the low golden light on his boyfriend’s face and hair.

Billy ran his fingers over his fly, and down in his pants, tugging his shirt tails out one by one, and swayed his hips in a slow figure-eight as Steve bucked a little under him, grinning.

“Gonna be New Years by the time you’re done, jesus,” Steve said, his gaze riveted to Billy’s hands.

“Can’t keep it up, there, pretty boy?” Billy asked, arching his back as he undid the lowest button, and then parted his shirt like a curtain and undid the one above it to show his taut belly and the trail of hair leading into his jeans.

“Not the problem,” Steve said through gritted teeth, the fingers on his free hand digging into Billy’s thighs.

Billy stopped, looking down to unbutton his cuff and roll it up a couple of times, humming carelessly as Steve squirmed under him, smacking his leg.

“Hurry up, you bastard,” he demanded, and Billy smiled, unbuttoning the other cuff.

“You gonna ask nicely?” he asked, and Steve laughed, shifting under him with a grimace. “You’re leaking like a hose connection with a bad washer.”

“Shut up,” Steve hissed. “Like you aren’t making me.”

“Maybe I should stop,” Billy said, stretching so his shirt lifted.

“Please, please, you dickhead,” Steve broke. “My legs are fucking going to sleep, and my dick’s gonna explode—”

“Thought you loved me,” Billy said, licking his lips, and leaning in so his stomach brushed Steve’s dick. Steve yelped, groaning, and bucking up into the friction. “Isn’t that what you were saying earlier? King Steve, the chosen one?”

“Love you a lot more if you let me touch,” Steve growled, laughing. As Billy sat up, Steve reached out and yanked at his belt, and Billy laughed, smacking Steve’s hand away.

“Thought you didn’t want Christmas to be over,” Billy whispered, and Steve laughed harder, his cock dripping across his stomach.

“Yeah,” he admitted, leaning back with a shaky breath. “Yeah, I don’t. Never want this to be over.” His knuckles went white as his fingers tightened on Billy’s swaying thighs.

The Partridge Family switched to Winter Wonderland, and Billy’s side was warmed by the fire. He knew the light of it gilded his hair and skin as he flexed his bare forearms, sliding a finger under the leather strap of his belt as Steve groaned.

Billy flicked it out of the belt loops, tugging it off the tongue of the buckle and slowly drawing it loose over his fly. Steve twitched under him, swallowing back a noise as Billy’s jeans brushed his cock. “You want me to fuck you?” Billy asked, undoing the buttons of his jeans one-by-one so Steve could see he was going commando, and pressing his thumb and forefinger together in a tight circle over his own dick, so Steve’s bounced untouched on his stomach.

“Holy shit,” Steve breathed, looking him over, and Billy grinned.

“Want me to do all the work,” Billy whispered, swaying his hips with the music, “—so all you have to do is lie there?”

“Anything,” Steve said. “Love you, jesus.”

Billy’s hand stuttered, and he leaned forward again, bracing himself over Steve’s chest. “Tell me,” he said. “You want me to ride you? What?”

“I want everything,” Steve said, his eyes wide and soft, and then he grinned. “I mean, we got so many leftovers to get through. Whatever we don’t do now—”

“How can you be such a romantic and such a shithead,” Billy muttered, reaching down to squeeze his boyfriend’s hand.

“Fuck me just like that,” Steve said. “Your party jeans and that shirt. You look like—you’re a wet dream, jesus.” Billy grinned, cocking his head and licking his lips, and Steve laughed shakily. “Yeah, come on, asshole,” he whispered. “Billy.”

“Yeah,” Billy said, scrounging around in the back of the TV cabinet where he’d hidden the lube, and pulling the condom out of his back pocket. He squirted some lube in his hand, and pushed Steve’s legs up to slide his hand between them, watching him squirm against the cold.

“Warm it up, dickhead,” Steve muttered, grabbing his wrist, but as soon as Billy started sliding his fingers up and down, Steve relaxed, going boneless with one leg bent up, the other sprawled to the side. His eyes went half-lidded as he grinned up in the starry rainbow lights.

Billy watched him pant in the light of the Christmas tree, and smiled, holding Steve’s hips flat to the floor with one hand, and bending to slip his mouth over his boyfriend’s cock.

“Jesus christ,” Steve grunted, shifting under Billy’s hands, and Billy hummed along with the song, knowing he could probably shove on in, but taking it slow, swirling his tongue around Steve’s dick as his fingers worked. He rubbed over the edge of Steve’s hole, over and over, until he was squirming, red-cheeked, and biting his lips together, and he finally said “Jesus, fuck me, god—”

Billy lifted his mouth off Steve’s cock with a pop. “His majesty’s getting impatient,” he said, and Steve yelled “Yes, I fucking am.” Billy laughed, leaning his head against Steve’s knee, and then kissed it, before crawling up to kiss Steve’s mouth.

“Fuck you,” Steve muttered, panting, his skin gleaming with sweat in the light of the tree. “God…” he whispered against Billy’s mouth, whining softly, and Billy grabbed the sweater and shoved it under Steve’s back, pushing his legs up so Billy could push slowly in.

“Merry Christmas,” he mumbled, and Steve started snickering, grunting as Billy’s weight pushed the air from his lungs, but pulling him in for a kiss, bent nearly double.

“God, you feel good,” Steve grunted, as Billy narrowed his eyes, checking his boyfriend’s sprawled limbs for tension before thrusting his hips. “God, yes,” Steve moaned, kissing hazily at anything of Billy's he could reach.

It wasn’t so bad, Billy decided, boning Steve Harrington under the Christmas tree, and watching the Christmas lights reflect off his eyes. Even the music wasn’t too awful—he mostly tuned it out—until Billy went too hard, rustling the nearest branch of the tree as Steve writhed beneath him, and a popcorn ball smacked right between his shoulders and bounced off Steve’s knee, and they both had to stop while they laughed themselves breathless.

“Let’s do this every year,” Steve whispered into his shoulder once they’d finished, sweaty and smiling, and Billy snorted a laugh, pulling him closer.

“...yeah, okay,” he whispered back, running his hand around his boyfriend’s ass where it was still a little sticky, and considering Round Two. “You’re worth it.”

“Good,” Steve laughed, squirming closer. “You’re worth it too. This. Anything.”

“...love you too,” Billy whispered, hugging him close.

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“you love me.” omgomg somehow having to share a bed with billy when y'all aren't dating for whatever reason and setting boundaries like putting a pillow in between you two but then in the morning y’all wake up tangled in one anothers warmTH IM SOFT

“stay on your side.”

pairing: billy hargrove x reader

notes: hi my name is hope and i’m a SOFT BITCH. it’s an au post season three where nothing terrible happened, also i kind of edited the “pillows and stuff” thing to fit where my head was at for this. i hope you liked this, honey !!!! 

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The whole camping thing wasn’t something you expected to be going on, but after having been dragged into everything involving the kids earlier that summer.  You were literally dragged into it all, you’d been at the hospital visiting a sick family member and the monster had come out of nowhere and knocked you down the stairs.  Luckily as they’d been leaving, the kids had recognized you ( you were in Steve and Billy’s grade ), and helped you to your feet.  Somewhere along the way, you’d wound up with them for everything.  

The end of summer was nearing and the kids wanted to go on a camping trip.  What you didn’t expect was the whole gang showing up at your house at seven in the morning in three different cars, all honking and telling you to get down and ready.  

You’d had less than fifteen minutes to pack for the weekend, and had rolled out of the bed and into the car with Billy, Max and El still half asleep and dead to the world.  

Two hours later the group had pulled up at a camp site that Hopper had recommended and everyone got settled in getting the tents up and ready.  

Unfortunately, in your rush to get ready you’d left your own sleeping bag at home.  

You wound up sharing a sleeping bag with Billy because, by sheer luck his sleeping bag was the only one big enough for two people comfortably.  You’d said you could just use a couple of the spare blankets--but after attempting to lay down on them once the big tent was up you’d agreed to sleep with Billy in the sleeping bag.  

Which was only awkward if you’d let the tension between you get the best of your thoughts.  You’d always thought that Billy Hargrove was attractive, but ever since the whole thing happened he seemed like a new person.  He wasn’t the bully you’d known, and he was trying to be involved and helping out with Max and he was somehow getting along with everyone.  

And, you were definitely crushing on him now.  

“I’m using this blanket and if you cross over this line in my sleep, I will deck you Hargrove.”  You’d said that night, crawling into the bag and settling the blanket down as a line between the two of you as you rolled onto your side and leaned down on the pillow you’d remembered to bring.  

“Fine, Y/L/N.  Wouldn’t want to cuddle anyway.”  Billy said, rolling on to his side so his back was facing your back and he tried to get comfortable in the bed.  

“Oh, you’d be lucky to cuddle with me.”  you hissed at him, rolling your eyes as you closed them again.  

“In your dreams, sweetheart.” 

“Believe me, you’re not in my dreams.” Which was a lie, but you weren’t going to correct that and let him know you were crushing on him.  

You woke up the next morning curled up in Billy’s arms, the blanket that had been meant to be a line not to cross tangled in between your legs and his.  

Everyone made fun of you two for waking up like that.  

You and Billy avoided each other for the whole day, as best you could avoid someone in the middle of the woods on a camping trip.  

On the last day of the weekend you two settled in for bed and you surprised yourself by snuggling sleepily to Billy’s chest.  You weren’t going to say anything, everyone else was already asleep.  

But, of course Billy did.  “What, no blanket barrier tonight, Y/N?” he chuckled, keeping his voice low when he spoke.  

You groaned and shook your head, “Shut up, I’m sleepy.  Go to bed.”  

“Just admit it, you love me.  It’s cool if you do.  Everyone wants me, I’ve accepted it.”  

You rolled your eyes and shifted so you were looking up at him, “You’re a pain in my ass is what you are.”

“You love me.” he teased, smirking down at you.  

“If you keep insisting that, I’m going to think it’s actually you that loves me.” you hummed.  

“Oh how about you just kiss and admit your feelings and stop keeping us awake the whole fucking night?” 

“SHUT UP MAX!” 

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SITI AIN

MAJOR - ‘CHANGES’ - AT - (REPLY) - HERE - AT - (G+) - FINALLY - ‘RECUPERATED’ - FROM - HEART ATTACKS - FEELS - GOOD - (DROPPED) - (MANY) - TIMES - (DEC) - (2016) - HAD - MANY - BRUISES - LOTS - OF - PEOPLE - LOOKED - AT - ME - AT - WALMART - ‘COLONIAL BLVD’ - WHITE - BANDAGED - 2 - LOOK - ‘RESPECTABLE’ - ME - SO - SMART - BRUISED - AT - MY - LEGS - AND - ARMS - MY - BAND - AID - NINJA TURTLES - HELLO KITTY - SO - CUTE - HAD - ON - (FINGERS) - AND - FACE - BECAUSE - LOVE - SHOWER - SHAVING - ALWAYS - IN - A - HURRY - 2 - TAKE - BUS - ‘LOVE’ - TYPING - WITH - HP - LAPTOP - ‘MAKING COMMENTS’ - ON - FACEBOOK - BREAKFAST - FINALLY - SHELVED - BROTHER - ML30 - ELECTRONIC - TYPEWRITER - AMAZON (com) - CAN - C - B4 - (CLICK) - WHAT - YOU’RE - TYPING - SO - NO MISTAKES - THEN - MISTAKES - CAN - B - CORRECTED - (+$100) - (USUAL) - PRICE - ALSO - BOUGHT - ‘LEMONS’ - IN - PAST - (UPS) - ‘EASY RETURNS’ - ANNOYING - TODAY’S - LILY JAMES - EXCUSE - MY AMERICAN - ENGLISH - 28TH BIRTHDAY - DISNEY’S - ’(CINDERELLA)’ - (BUDGET) - ($95 MILLION) - NICE - EARNED - WORLD TOTAL - OF - $543.5 MILLION - PREMIERES - ALWAYS - ‘(FRIDAYS)’ - (13 MARCH 2015) - CINDY’S - MOM - SAID - REVISED - B4 - SHE - (PASSED) - ON - THIS - GIRL - (REMEMBERED) - ‘LIKE’ - SHE’S - MY - MOTHER - SITI AIN - ‘HIROSHIMA - NAGASAKI’ - (MADE) - US - LOOKING - (AGE 19) - AS - ‘FEMALES’ - WHEN - WE - PROTECT - OUR - SKINS - WITH - ‘UMBRELLAS’ - FROM - OUR - SUN - (DURING) - THE - DAY - 'WHEN’ - WE - LIVE - HOLY - UNLIKE - OTHER - ‘ASIANS’ - AND - AMERICANS - WHEN - WE SING - WITH - THE - 'PIANO’ - GUITAR - WE - EAT - ALL - THE - TIME - WE - LOVE - KIDS - SO - MUCH - LAUGH - ALL - DAY - (LOVE) - LIFE - LOVE - (REVISING) - 'WHEN - THERE IS KINDNESS - ‘THERE IS GOODNESS’ - AND - WHEN THERE’S GOODNESS - THERE IS MAGIC’ - DOING - SHAMPOO - AND - CONDITIONER - SUAVE - 4 - COLOR - HAIR - BRAND NEW - RELEASED - 'EXCITED’ - IT’S - NICE - ‘SO GREAT’ - ‘STARTING’ - COLLECTIONS - DOING - TUMBLR - ALSO - HOPING - NEW - 'LOVE FM’ - DELETED - TUMBLR - JG FAN - (2 - ACCOUNTS) - SHE - WAS - (ALWAYS) - (STRANGE) - BUT - 2 - LEFT - SAME - TIME - HAD - NO - (CHOICE) - DID - (FIND) - 3 - (SOLID) - ONES - GREAT - SOURCE - (STRONG) - AND - (GOOD) - ONE - FROM - MY - ‘OLD’ - DAYS - AT - TWITTER - AND - SHE - BRINGS - BACK - MEMORIES - (FROM) - THERE - SHE - USES HER - (SAME) - LOGO - (YEAR) - (FOUND) - SOMEWHERE ELSE - JG EXISTED - FROM - LOOKING - 4 - JAPANESE - ANIMATION - ANIME - HIS - OLD - FAN - ART - AMONG - THEM - UNDER - HIS - OLD - FORMER - CAREER NAME - HIS - ‘REAL NAME’ - DECIDED - 2 GO - 4 - USING - HIS - 'NICKNAME’ - INSTEAD - 4 - CAREER - ME - SAID - ‘HE’S - NOT - JAPANESE’ - HOPE HE’S - A - REAL - MALE - 'U - ‘THINK’ - HE’S - ‘REAL’ - PERSON?’ - ME WAS - AT - TWITTER - NOT - ANYMORE - NO WAY - TWITTER - BLOCKED ME - LATER - EMPTY ACCOUNT - ANYWAY - JG - FANS - 'BLOCKED’ - ME - LEFT - RIGHT - ALWAYS - 'BLOCKED’ - ME - WOOK - FANS - ALSO - ME - UNHAPPY - 'ABOVE’ - DIDN’T BLOCK ME - 'EVER’ - YES - HAPPY - AT - TUMBLR - ‘LIGHTNING’ - FAST - (REALLY) - FAST - (GIFs) - UPLOAD - NO - MAX - LINES - SO GOOD - (DOUBLE - SPACING) - THOUGH - HAVE - 2 - TYPE - AT - (G+) - CAN’T - LEAVE - HERE - BUT - (THEN) - (MET - U) - SO - THE - (BLESSINGS) - OF - 'STAYING’ - U - (SITI AIN) - LARGER - (IMAGES) - (THE) - (GIF) - (HERE) - BECOMES - VERY - SMALL - IT’S - 'PATHETIC’ - MUCH - IMPRESSIVE - AND - BIGGER - AT - TUMBLR - IT’S - ‘MORE BEAUTIFUL’ - NEXT - (WEEK) - WILL - B - MORE - (PEACEFUL) - 4 - ME - MY - ’(1ST)’ - (BORN) - (ADOPTED) - SON - (SHU BAILEY) - BECOMES - (12) - FRIDAY - (07 APRIL) - AT - NIGHT - JST - YOU - BECOME - (25) - THE - (NEXT) - (DAY) - (08 APRIL) - HOORAY - ME - (53) - WEDNESDAY - (12 APRIL) - (COOL) - 'WOOD - DRAGON’ - HE - ME - (906.7 TRILLION/SECOND) - (ALL - OF - US) - AND - MORE - 'THEIR - KIDS’ - AND - FOR - ‘MORE’ - THAN - 500 BILLION YEARS - (NON-FLAMMABLE) - (CURRENCIES) - DEBIT - CREDIT - CARDS - (KONICHIWA) - BANK - (TOKYO) - JAPAN - ‘(WORLD)’ - INTERNATIONAL - … ADOPTING - 12 ASIAN - BOYS - 2 - BEIJING - 2 - TAX FREE - 'HONG KONG’ - LI BAILEY - LU BAILEY - (TWINS) - (AGE 4) - 2 MALE - (TWINS) - THAILAND - (2018) - AFTER - (MARCH) - 2 - (MALAYSIA) - 2 - MANILA - GAMSA - SALAMAT - MERCI.

REPORTER - APRIL O’NEIL - FINALLY - FIGURED - (G+) - (AMERICAN) - (PIGS) - OWNER - GOOGLE - (+$400 BILLION) - THEY’RE - ILLEGAL - RACISTS - AND - MURDERERS - OF - THE - JAPANESE - AS - (CALIFORNIANS) - WHO - (DID) - THE - (ILLEGAL) - UNCONSTITUTIONAL - ‘(JAPANESE)’ - (CONCENTRATION) - CAMPS - IN - (CALIFORNIA) - AFTER - (PEARL) - (HARBOR) - BOMBINGS - (G+) - ALSO - LAPD - BEAT - WITH - BATTONS - ‘PREGNANT’ - (CHINESE) - (FEMALES) - IN - (CHINATOWN) - LOS ANGELES - HIT - THEM - TO - STAY - IN - CHINATOWN - GIVE - BIRTH - 2 - THEIR - OWN - (BABIES) - BEAT - WITH -     BATONS - MALES - STAY - THERE - RAISE - VEGETABLES - LAPD - TATTOOED - THEIR - HORSES - (LOS ANGELES) - POLICE - BEAT - WITH - BATONS - CHINESE - TO - STAY - IN - CHINATOWN - SAME - WITH - NEW YORK - CHINATOWN - RAISE - THEIR - OWN - PEOPLE - EDUCATE - THEMSELVES - (G+) - CENSORS - UNDERLINE - AT - (REPLY) - (CHINESE) - JAPANESE - (UNDERLINED) - (HIROSHIMA) - (NAGASAKI) - THE - (BRITISH) - ENGLAND - (PRINCE WILLIAM) - (HRH) - PRINCESS CATHERINE - THE JAPANESE DISCRIMINATES - AGAINST - JAPAN - OLYMPICS - TOKYO - 2020 - SUMMER - OLYMPICS - INTENDING - 2 - MURDER - THE - JAPANESE - IN - (USA) - B4 - (THE) - (OLYMPICS) - (NOW) - WE - (GET) - THE - AMERICAN - PIGS - REPORTING - LIVE - SENT - THE - REPLY - GOT - THE - REPLY - WHAT - THEY - HAVE - BEEN - UNDERLINING - THEY UNDERLINED - DISNEY’S ‘CINDERELLA’ - HOW - MUCH - THEY MADE - LILY JAMES’ - (28TH) - BIRTHDAY - TODAY - FACEBOOK - DISAPPEARED - MY - REPLY - ALSO - (3 OF THEM) - OF - JI CHANG WOOK - (S KOREAN) - (HE’S) - S KOREAN - JOINING THE - 2 - YEAR ARMY - SOOMPI (com) - DISAPPEARED - MY - (POST) - (UNDER) - (SPAM) - (WE’RE) - BANNING - THEM - AND - (NAMOO ACTORS) - (LEE JOON GI) - AND - HIS - SEXUAL PARTNER - FOR - 2 YEARS - (JEON HYE BIN) - WHO - POINTED - HAND GUN - ON - HIS - LEAD - STAR - WHO - HE - ALREADY - KISSED - ON REVISED - ‘TIME - BETWEEN - PUP - AND - WOLF’ - ANYWAY - PLAYBOY - (NON-VIRGIN) - (QUESTIONABLE) - NEVER - DID - THE - SIGN - OF THE - CROSS - ANYWAY - WORE - (SKULLS) - NEVER - DOES - ‘HAIL - MARY’S’ - WAS - THAT - THE - DAY - HE - FELL - IN LOVE - WITH - THE - ‘BAD GIRL’ - U - KNOW - HOW - (GIRLS) - LIKE - (SOME) - ‘BAD - BOYS’ - HOW - (ABOUT) - VICE - VERSA - YET - IN - FLORENCE - ITALY - HE - EMPHASIZED - HOW - ‘LONELY’ - IT - IS - 2 - ‘(LIVE) - (ALONE)’ - DIDN’T - (NAMOO) - (ACTORS) - (CONFIRM) - THEY - ‘OFFICIALLY’ - WEREN’T - DATING - THEY - LIED - ‘ALL - 3′ - NKJV - KING JAMES - ‘DON’T - PUT - YOUR - TRUST - IN - MAN’ - ‘FOR - (GOD) - IS - NOT - A - (MAN) - THAT - HE - SHOULD - LIE’ - NAMOO ACTORS - LIED - 2 - YOU’ - ‘LEE JOON GI’ - ‘LIED - 2 U’ - ‘HE SAID - HE - WASN’T - DATING - JEON’ - HE - ‘LIED’ - HE - JUST - SAID - FOR - ‘2 YEARS’ - HE - SAID - HE’S - CATHOLIC - HE’S - BEEN - LYING - 4 - (TWO) - YEARS - SAYING - THE - (PAINS) - OF BEING ALONE IN FLORENCE - ITALY - ‘HE’S APPROACHABLE’ - HE’S - BEEN - HAVING - (SEX) - WITH - (JEON) - 4 - TWO - YEARS’ - YET - IN - FLORENCE - (SAYING) - THE PAIN - OF - LIVING ALONE - WITHOUT - ANYONE - 2 - LOVE - ‘BEING - ALONE’ - IS - LONELY’ - LEE JOON GI - WAS - (LYING) - HE - WAS - HAVING - SEX - WITH - JEON’ - NAMOO ACTORS - SAID - JG - WAS NOT - DATING JEON - NAMOO ACTORS - LIED - LIED - LIED - (JG) - LIED - LIED - LIED - PHILIPPINES - BANNING - ALL - 3 - THEY’RE - ALL LIARS - END - REPORTING LIVE - FORT MYERS - FLORIDA - FL - USA - MORE - COUNTRIES - ‘(BANNING)’ - (NAMOO ACTORS) - (LEE JOON GI) - JEON HYE BIN - MONACO - MALDIVES - AUSTRALIA - (UK) - ETC. - MORE - COUNTRIES - BANNING - FILMING - OF - (NAMOO ACTORS) - REPORTING - LIVE - FORT MYERS - FLORIDA - FL - UNITED STATES - WEDNESDAY - (9:11A EST) - ‘(05 APRIL 17)’ - (ETATS-UNIS) - (EL FIN).