#as much as i miss the mullet cutting his hair like this was the right choice

[jungwookjins]

'seoul collection' jacket shoot (1/10)

#he is so so so pretty n handsome <33 #as much as i miss the mullet cutting his hair like this was the right choice #it fits the vibe of seoul collection and he looks so good in his supersonicboom hair <3 #onlyoneof #ooo #shin kyubin #kb #ooo naver

[stevie-petey]

episode one: MADMAX

Steve is looking at Nancy so tenderly, and when he removes his sunglasses you see how much his eyes light up when she hits his shoulder and leans in close to him.  “I missed you,” Steve tells her, his voice soft and sensual.  It’s the way he says it that makes you want to run your hands through his hair, be the one in his arms as he kisses your neck and whispers how often he’s thought of you since you’ve been gone. You’ve felt his arms around you before, once. You know how securely he holds on, how his cologne lingers on your clothes long after he’s gone. You miss him, you miss everything. 

Summary: what does steve fear more ? you or the plague ? currently it's you, some guy with an awful mullet stares you down in the parking lot (gross), nancy invites you to a party from your nightmares, and you become an official unlicensed therapist for will. yay for junior year !

Rating: general, slight cursing

Warnings: fem!reader, use of y/n, descriptions of PTSD (slightly), swearing, and general angst and exhaustion

Words: 5.2k

Before you swing in: hello ! welcome back to the rewrite, hope yall are well :) heres chapter 1 of season 2 !!! so so so excited and ready to dive into this new season. things get a bit darker, feelings get even MORE complicated, and poor reader just really needs to take a fat nap and maybe some reassuring words. shes more angsty this season, so buckle up

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October 29th, 1984

You originally gave Dustin the phone number to Bookstrordinary in case of any emergencies.

Now, you’re really starting to regret it.

For the fifth time this week, Dustin calls you at work to beg for money. Him and the boys recently started going to an arcade that’s opened up in town and have spent practically every day after school there this year. Sure, you don’t mind loaning your brother a few quarters, but at the rate he’s going he’s gonna drain your next paycheck.

Just as you’re thinking this, the phone rings.

Right on cue.

Alex, your coworker, smirks. “How much do you think he’ll ask for this time?”

“If I’m lucky, only a dollar.”

“Will asked me for three tonight, so I wouldn’t jinx anything.”

You gape at Jonathan, who has started hanging around your job after school just to have something to do. “No fucking way.”

“Way,” he laughs, pointing towards the phone on the counter. “Answer before Dustin sends a drone our way.”

You sigh and pick up the phone, which is on its second round of calling, and put on your best customer service voice. “You’ve reached Bookstrordinary, may I ask who is calling?”

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N.”

“Aw, I’m doing well tonight. Thanks for asking, Dustin.”

“I need five dollars.”

“Ya know, ‘please’ has such a nice ring to it.”

“... if I say please, will you give me the money?”

“No.”

Silence fills the other end. Alex and Jonathan are hunched together, trying to stifle their laughs. You send them a thumbs up, and they give you one back.

“You’re a horrible sister.”

“What!” You scoff at Dustin. “I think you owe me like, at least ten bucks now. Yet you don’t see me complaining.”

A loud groan, then an obnoxious scream. “I promise I’ll clean Mews’ litter box for a week straight if you just give me the money.”

“Tempting, and honestly I’d take you up on that offer, but I already spent my last paycheck on my Halloween costume. You’re outta luck.”

Dustin gasps. “You were gonna say no this whole time? You just wasted like, at least five minutes of my time! I could’ve been digging through the couch for coins by now!”

“Jesus,” you pull the phone away from your face as Dustin continues to shout. Jonathan lets out a loud cackle and Alex just shakes his head. “I can give you some money next week–”

The line cuts off. Dustin has hung up.

What a little shit.

“You remind me why I’m grateful I’m an only child.” Alex says, now walking from behind the counter to begin stacking some books. Technically your shift ended almost thirty minutes ago, but you and Jonathan prefer to hang around for a while. It’s rare to have some time with just the two of you (even if Alex is there as an unfortunate third wheel).

“Glad I can help.” You respond. Once he’s gone, you turn to Jonathan. “And you were right, Dustin indeed wanted more than Will’s measly three bucks.”

He laughs. “Figured as much. The look on your face was genuine disbelief when he asked.”

“Mhm, I’m scared these boys will turn into horrendous teens. The lack of gentlemen in Hawkins these days is astounding.”

“C’mon, I’d say I’m a gentleman. I mean, I’m riding on your bike pegs tonight to keep you safe.” Jonathan says, waving an arm in front of his body as if to present all his gentleman-ness to you.

“Sure, bee.” Although, he has a point. Joyce has the car tonight so she can drive Will to the arcade and Jonathan doesn’t like you biking home in the dark. After what happened last year, none of the Byers are particularly keen on letting their loved ones go off alone at night. So, to ensure your safety, Jonathan has started riding on your bike pegs all the way home.

It’s endearing really, wholly unnecessary, but endearing.

Jonathan flicks your nose. “Who else would be such a gentleman to you? Steve?”

Hearing Steve’s name sends a wave of varying emotions through you. Guilt, shame, remorse, longing. You miss him. You really, really miss him.

“I thought we agreed to stop talking about Steve.” You mumble, now busying yourself with a piece of paper on the counter.

After Will was found last year, you and Steve had gotten really close. He’d spend hours bugging you at work, he’d gotten you such a lovely Christmas gift that still hangs on your wall, and you’d grown close with him in a way you haven’t before with anyone else. He would’ve done anything for you, he cared about you with such genuineness, and you couldn’t handle it.

Summer came and the heat that came with it scared you.

You’d pushed Steve away, severed any connection you had to him. It was easier when you didn’t have to see him every day at school, but ever since junior year started, you’ve been in your own personal hell.

Steve walks past you in the halls without batting an eye. He doesn’t look your way, like the months you spent learning every inch of his wonderfully unique brain and the moles scattered along his face never happened; he doesn’t give you that smile that makes your knees weak. He’s avoided you like the fucking plague, which you can’t blame him for, but it’s only made things more awkward between him, Jonathan, Nancy, and you.

Jonathan sighs. “I’m sorry, bug. I just… he seemed good for you, ya know? I was actually starting to like the guy before you suddenly stopped hanging around him.”

You play with the piece of paper, hoping that if you don’t respond then Jonathan will just drop the subject, but a thought seems to cross his mind.

“Wait a minute. Steve didn’t like, hurt you or anything, right?” You don’t respond again and now he’s starting to get worried. “Y/N, I’m serious. Did he do something to you?”

The irony of the situation is so comical you want to laugh. Here Jonathan is, demanding to know if Steve hurt you and if that’s why you’ve stopped being his friend, when in reality it’d been Jonathan who hurt you. Jonathan, your oldest and dearest friend, is the reason you’re so fucking terrified of letting Steve in. Of falling in love with him.

You’re already in love with Jonathan, you can’t put yourself through any more hurt.

But fuck, you miss Steve. You’d come to rely on him and his obnoxious sense of humor that never failed to make you laugh. The way he so effortlessly filled the room with warmth.

“Relax, bee. He didn’t do anything. I just wanted to focus on Will and the boys more.” You lie through your teeth.

He gives you a funny look. “I know you care about the boys, but you know they’d want you to have some other friends.”

“I have you, that’s all I need.”

It’s all I can afford.

“Bug, I’m worried about you. You’ve all but thrown yourself into school, you work non stop here, and when you finally have some free time you’re spending it researching child psych for Will–”

“Just drop it, Jonathan!” You finally snap at your friend.

He stops, surprised by your outburst. He can see the angry flush in your cheeks now and the slight heavy breathing you do to try and calm yourself down. Jonathan drops his shoulders, defeated. He’s been worried about you ever since junior year started. You’re more withdrawn, you look like you haven’t slept at all, and now you don’t even feel comfortable telling him what’s been bothering you.

All Jonathan knows is that one day you were glowing while telling him a story about Steve and his stupid jokes, then the next day you looked frail and sickly as you told him that Steve was no longer visiting you at work.

Something happened between you two, he’s just not sure what or how to even help.

For once, Jonathan is at a loss.

–

“And then she chased Mike all the way down the street for her money! He got away!” Jonathan finishes his story with a grand flourish, laughing and hitting his steering wheel as if it’s the funniest thing in the world.

You let out a weak laugh, exhausted from the night before. It’s early morning and you’re in the school parking lot, hanging in Jonathan’s car as always, and you feel like utter shit. You stayed up late last night reading this journal you’d found in the school library about acute trauma in children. It had been fascinating and there were some things you thought could apply to Will. Before you knew it, it had been three in the morning and you needed to be up soon for school.

Which leads you to now: slouched in the passenger seat, sunglasses over your eyes to block out the annoying sun, tiredly listening to Jonathan’s recounting of his phone call with Nancy from last night. Apparently they’ve progressed to nightly phone calls now.

Lovely.

Without meaning to, your eyes start to drift shut. The car is the perfect cozy kind of warm and the late October air wraps around you as if to lull you to sleep. Jonathan notices you’ve gone quiet and pokes your cheek.

“If you fell asleep I’ll tell your mom and she’ll put you back on house arrest.”

You slap his hand away. “Don’t do that, then she’ll just ban me from your house.”

“You were up all night researching again, weren’t you.”

“If you have to ask, then that’s probably your answer.”

“Y/N–”

You put a finger up, using your other hand to rub at your temples. A headache is forming and you’re three seconds away from just skipping first period to nap in the car. “We aren’t doing this again. Drop it.”

Jonathan rolls his eyes. “I’m your best friend, it’s my job to worry about you–”

“And it’s my job to tell you to fuck off whenever you’re getting on my nerves–”

Suddenly a loud blue camaro comes speeding into the school parking lot, effectively drowning out whatever you’d been saying to Jonathan. The car revs its engine and almost hits a few students as it jerks its tires and then screeches to a halt, parking right next to you guys.

You and Jonathan look at each other.

“What the fuck?” You look out your window and are greeted with the sight of an attractive blond guy staring at you. His music is blasting so loud you can hear it through Jonathan’s windows.

“Jonathan,” you whisper, getting his attention. “Am I really tired or is there a guy with a god awful mullet staring at me right now?”

“He’s real.”

“Cool.” You continue to stare at the guy, unsure what to do. You’ve never seen him before, there’s no way you’d forget a face like that in Hawkins. He’s attractive, almost unappealingly attractive, and there’s a coldness to his beauty that makes you uncomfortable. He looks dangerous, like he knows how much power his beauty brings him.

The boy winks at you, a lit cigarette dangling from his mouth, and then gets out of the car, slamming his door rather harshly. It’s then that you notice the redhead girl, much younger than him, possibly around Dustin’s age, getting out of the car as well. She slams her own door and doesn’t even spare the guy a glance as she drops her skateboard down and rides towards the middle school across the parking lot.

Meanwhile the boy saunters inside, a lazy pace in his step that also holds immense confidence. He’s cocky, cool and collected, and he takes one last look around, as if to survey his new claimed battleground. You notice a few of your classmates gazing at him with interest, which you don’t really understand. He’s hot, but his attitude alone tells you everything you need to know about him.

Once he’s gone, Jonathan finally speaks. “Who was that guy?”

“No clue,” your eyes linger on the doors he’s just walked through. There’s something off about him. “But I don’t think we want to know… C’mon, if we don’t head in now we’ll be late for our first class.”

–

During your lunch period everyone’s buzzing about some upcoming Halloween party. As you’re walking towards your locker with Jonathan, you notice a few pieces of orange paper being passed around. You don’t pay much attention to them, but when Nancy joins you two she eagerly takes a few from the girl passing them out.

Nancy playfully shoves the papers at you and Jonathan. “You guys are totally coming to this.”

“We are?” You ask, eyeing the flyer wearily. You have nothing against parties, but the thought of being surrounded by a bunch of drunk teenagers in horrible costumes is frankly terrifying to you.

“You sure are, Y/N.”

“But Nancy–”

“‘Come and get sheet faced’.” Jonathan reads aloud. “Yeah, Nance. I think we’ll pass.”

Nancy groans. “I can’t let you guys sit all alone on Halloween. That’s just not acceptable.”

“Actually,” you correct her, annoyed by the assumption, “we have a tradition with the boys. We take them out every year to trick or treat and it’s always been fun. We won’t be ‘alone’.”

“No offense, Y/N, but spending Halloween with a bunch of middle schoolers isn’t much better.”

You make a face and look over at Jonathan for help, but he shrugs. “You gotta admit, it is kinda lame.”

“I can’t believe you’d betray me like this–”

Nancy smiles at this. “See? Plus, I doubt trick or treating with the boys will take all night. You’ll be home by 8:00, and Jonathan will be listening to the Talking Heads and reading Vonnegut or something, while you, my dear Y/N, will be baking a fresh batch of cookies and throwing away all the candy corn you find.”

“Sounds like a nice night.” Jonathan responds, and you nudge your shoulder with his. It does sound like a nice night, one you’re looking forward to.

“I forgive you for your earlier betrayal.”

“Guys!” Nancy stops at her locker now, slight frustration in her voice. “Just… Come on! I mean, who knows? You guys might meet someone and–”

Her words are cut off with a squeal as she’s suddenly lifted in the air and spun around, Steve having snuck up behind her. Nancy now puts all her attention on him, he has his arms wrapped low on her waist and he’s wearing sunglasses inside like some idiot, and your heart hurts. He looks good, too good.

Steve is looking at Nancy so tenderly, and when he removes his sunglasses you see how much his eyes light up when she hits his shoulder and leans in close to him.

“I missed you,” Steve tells her, his voice soft and sensual.

It’s the way he says it that makes you want to run your hands through his hair, be the one in his arms as he kisses your neck and whispers how often he’s thought of you since you’ve been gone. You’ve felt his arms around you before, once. You know how securely he holds on, how his cologne lingers on your clothes long after he’s gone. You miss him, you miss everything.

Steve, as if sensing what you’re thinking, risks a look at you. Your eyes meet his and for a brief second no one else exists anymore. It’s just you and him in the small Hawkins high school hallway, where he’s yours again in a way that’s clouded with “almost” and “not enough”, and you want to tell him how lovely he is and how horrible you feel for hurting him, but then he diverts his gaze and focuses back on Nancy and you’re thrown back into reality.

He isn’t yours. Hell, he isn’t even your friend anymore, and you’re the one to blame.

Once Nancy and Steve start kissing, you share a disgusted look with Jonathan and silently agree to leave.

“Young love, huh?” Jonathan jokes bitterly when you’ve left them behind.

“I hate it.”

And you do.

You’re really starting to hate this whole “love” thing.

–

The only highlight so far this school year has been you and Will growing even closer. When Jonathan told you that Will started seeing the Hawkins Lab people for treatment and to see how he’s been recovering, you pulled Joyce aside later that night to ask if it’d be okay if you spoke with Will yourself. Since everything that happened last year, you’ve only become more interested in psychology, and you’d be lying if you said Will wasn’t an interesting case study.

You told Joyce that you’d been doing your own research, reading journals upon journals, and she made you a deal. You could help Will as long as you also took care of yourself, that you wouldn’t place an even heavier burden upon yourself. Of course you agreed, promising her you wouldn’t, and that’s how your weekly chats with Will began.

Jonathan had been against it at first, telling you that you didn’t have to worry about Will because you already do everything else for the kids. You told him you could handle it, and secretly you liked helping Will because you were able to pour all your anxiety and complex feelings for Steve into research and studying. It was a win-win in your eyes.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Waters had been extremely understanding when you asked for Wednesdays off. After all, you’d been working at Bookstrordinary for almost three years now, so she was quick to make the accommodation.

Now here you are, another Wednesday spent at the Byers’ home. You’re sitting with Will in his bed, the both of you quietly scribbling with his crayons. You’ve learned that he’s more receptive if you draw with him, if you take your time.

“How was Dr. Owens today?”

Will pauses mid-scribble. “Fine.”

“Just ‘fine’? Nothing else?” Your head is down so he doesn’t think you’re studying his reactions, but you keep an eye on him anyways.

“Yeah. I told him about my latest episode.”

“You had another one? Would you like to tell me when?”

Will thinks for a moment, and you tell him that he of course doesn’t have to say anything if he doesn’t want to.

“Last night. I was back in the Upside Down… and there was this… this thing.”

Now you stop drawing. “Like the monster we killed last year?”

“Different,” he shakes his head. “This thing was evil.”

Will’s eyes are darting everywhere around the room, and you can see his growing unease, so you decide to put the topic to rest for now. Clearly the episodes are getting worse, scaring him more, so you shift gears.

“Okay, I believe you. I’m sorry for the episodes, but besides them how have you been feeling? Is school getting any better?” Earlier this month Will had confessed to you about the kids in school calling him “zombie boy” and treating him like a freak. You did your best to comfort him, and once you finished your chat with the boy you’d gone to Joyce to let her know.

Will sighs. “School is… school.”

You reach out and move some hair out of Will’s face. “I’m sorry, little bee. Middle schoolers are idiots, they’ll never understand how much you went through. I mean, I had to face that monster for only about twenty minutes. You had to hide from it for days, so you’re honestly incredibly braver than me.”

This gets a smile out of Will, which you’re relieved by. He’s been quiet lately, more closed off, and you’re worried that with the one year anniversary coming up, his episodes will only get worse.

A knock on the door, and then Jonathan pokes his head in. “Hey, guys. Mind if I join?”

“Actually, I think I should go. Bob’s been begging me for my cookie recipe, so I’ll leave you two alone.” You send a look Will’s way, a you better talk to your brother about this look, and he weakly nods his head.

As you walk past Jonathan out the door, you lean in close to Jonathan and whisper, “he’s struggling at school. Be gentle, kids can be fucking awful.”

He nods and squeezes your hand, silently thanking you, and you close the door behind you. While you want to help Will, make sure he’s adapting well, you also recognize your limits. He’s not your brother, Jonathan is, and you know he’ll be more open with him.

Joyce is in the kitchen with Bob, making some popcorn over the stove. He’s filming her with his ridiculously large camera and you can’t help but smile as you watch them. Joyce looks so happy around the guy, laughing more than she’s laughed in the last five or so years you’ve known her. She deserves this, she deserves a guy like Bob. Sweet, slightly silly, but good.

When Joyce sees you lingering in the doorway, she waves you in. “Hey, honey. Any luck with Will tonight?”

“A bit, he told me some of what’s happening at school. He still seems… off, but at least he was opening up. It’s a good sign.”

Joyce hums, but you can sense that there’s more on her mind. You look around to make sure Bob isn’t near, he’s busy digging through a cabinet to find a clean bowl, so you move closer to the woman and lower your voice. “What did Dr. Owens say this time?”

“Claims we need to just pretend everything is okay, despite the fact that it’s getting worse.”

There’s an edge in Joyce’s voice, so you’re careful with your words. “Well… I think he’s right.”

“You do?” Joyce turns to you, her voice loud with surprise, before she quickly remembers Bob is near and lowers it again. “Why do you think that?”

“I was up late reading a new journal I found about acute trauma in children. It’s been almost a year since Will disappeared, he spent days in complete fear, almost died… I mean, it makes sense that his body is remembering those traumatic effects.”

“So you think we should just leave Will alone, let him suffer through his episodes without any help?” There’s more confusion and fear than anger in Joyce’s voice, and you rest your hand against her arm.

“I know it seems counterintuitive, but the best studies we have all show that we have to let those who suffer from post-traumatic stress adapt at their own pace, through their own ways. They hate feeling pitied, and I have a feeling Will is starting to as well.”

Joyce turns the stove off and shakes her head at you. “You sound like Hop. I thought you hated the guy.”

“I don’t hate him,” you chuckle, now helping the woman peel off the foil and sprinkle some salt onto the popcorn. “He just reminds me too much of my dad, and we all know how that ends.”

“Well if you ask me, I think it’s because you two are so similar.”

You gasp. “How dare you!”

Joyce laughs and the seriousness from the previous conversation dissipates. Bob finds a clean bowl and together you and him pour the fresh popcorn in as Joyce prepares the drinks. They’re having a movie night together, and you want to cry because of how adorable it all is. Joyce deserves this.

“You know you’re welcome to join us tonight, Y/N. It’s Will’s turn to choose the movie.” Joyce tells you, but you politely decline.

“Normally I’d love to, but I should get going. I have some homework and I promised Dustin I’d bake him some Halloween treats.”

“Oh!” Bob turns to you. “Speaking of, you promised you’d give me that recipe of yours!”

You and Joyce share an amused look. “You caught me, I did. I’ll write it down right now and you have to swear that no one else will look at this. Deal?”

Bob nods, ecstatic, and you grab a piece of paper and quickly scribble down all the ingredients he’ll need and how to make the cookies. Joyce watches fondly, and you fill with warmth having pleased her. When you’re done, you hand the paper over to Bob and make him cross his heart, just to be extra sure he won’t reveal all your secrets.

“Scout’s honor!”

“Very good then, soldier.” You salute him, and then pull Joyce into a hug. “I really gotta go now. Can you tell Jonathan I said goodbye?”

“Of course, bike home safe, alright?”

You wink at her. “Scout’s honor.”

Bob lets out a loud cackle and you can’t believe that this guy is real, but Joyce is laughing along with him and you’re pleased she’s found someone as endearing and kind as him.

–

As soon as you get home you throw down your backpack and bunker down at the kitchen table. Your mom isn’t back from work yet and Dustin seems to be off somewhere doing god knows what, so it’s just you and Mews for now.

Mews plops herself on the table next to an essay you’ve been working on and you scratch her head as you work. You get lost in your writing, humming softly to yourself, enjoying this small moment of peace.

You won’t admit this to Jonathan, but he’s right. You’ve been overworking yourself, your body aches and your eyes droop with exhaustion almost every day now. But keeping yourself busy is what’s helping you stay afloat. The more you pile onto yourself, the less time you have to think about Steve and his stupid smile and stupid hair and stupid face.

In the middle of one of your sentences, Dustin flings the front door open and scares you. “Jesus, dude!”

He doesn’t spare you a glance, but when he sees Mews on the table with you he suddenly looks a bit alarmed. “Mews is here?”

“Yeah…? She’s helping me with this english essay.” You respond, confused.

“Huh,” Dustin thinks for a second, but seems to shrug it off. “Anyways, I’m home.”

“I can see that.”

“Are you gonna ask about my day?”

“How was your day, my dear brother.”

Dustin hops onto the table and shimmies his shoulders. “I met a girl.”

“What?” You drop your pencil in shock and Mews scatters, your exclaim having frightened her.

“Don’t act too surprised, geesh.” Your brother rolls his eyes, but then he frowns. “Actually, technically speaking I haven’t met her yet, but–”

“You have a crush?” You’re in shock. In your eyes, Dustin is still a baby, no older than six years old. And yet here is he, thirteen and talking to you about a girl.

“Yes, Y/N. Her name is Max, she has red hair and is new, and she’s totally awesome.”

Red hair? You remember seeing that girl in the parking lot earlier today. “Was she with that weird new guy, the one with a mullet?”

Dustin nods, so you poke him in the stomach and ooh at him. “I saw her this morning, she was prettyyyy.”

He shoves your finger away and blushes, which you find adorable. Dustin’s first ever crush, you can’t believe how old he is now.

“Yeah, she’s pretty, but she’s also just awesome. I think she’s the one with the new high score on Dig Dug.”

“Dig Dug?”

Your brother scoffs. “The arcade game the party always plays? Honestly, do you not listen when I tell you about my days?”

“Alright, fine. If you can remember what I told you I did yesterday, then I’ll apologize for not listening better.”

Dustin closes his mouth, unable to recall a thing.

“Mhm, that’s what I thought.” You flick his hat. “Anyways, since you officially like girls now, I’ve been dying to give you some girl advice.”

“Y/N–” Dustin groans, but you shush him.

“First things first, always be a gentleman. Max does indeed seem cool, but I’m sure she’d appreciate a nice and polite young man like yourself.”

Dustin nods. “Okay, be kind. Got it.”

“Good. Now secondly, we Hendersons are charming people, so just be yourself.”

“Duh,”

“Lastly, if she shows interest, tell her how you feel. Better you’re honest and true about how you feel rather than hide it and sulk.”

Dustin snorts. “Says you.”

You look away from him, slightly hurt. “I don’t know what you mean by that.”

“C’mon, Y/N. When are you gonna tell Jonathan you love him? I mean, everyone knows you do, it’s about time you confess.” Dustin drones on, unaware of your hurt feelings. “And he’s obviously in love with you, you guys are disgusting to be around–”

“He doesn’t love me back.” You whisper, looking down at your paper. You feel pathetic, confessing this to your little brother.

Dustin freezes, now realizing you’ve gone quiet. He can feel your mood darken and he feels like shit for not noticing it sooner. He’s upset you. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I thought he did, I mean the party and I all assumed…”

His words fade off, and you want to crawl into a hole and never come out. It’s embarrassing, you shouldn’t be pitied like this by your brother. “It’s okay, I know what you meant.”

“Y/N–”

You get up from the table and gather your things, shoving them into your backpack. “I’m gonna finish up this essay in my room, then I promise I’ll start baking those marshmallow puffs you like–”

Dustin jumps down from the table and blocks you from leaving the kitchen. “Jonathan is an ass–”

“Language–”

He doesn’t let you interrupt. “You’re cool, he’s stupid, and I’m here for you. Alright? Don’t make me pull a code blue on you.”

You wrap your brother into your arms, something he hadn’t been expecting, and allow yourself a small laugh. “No need for a code blue, I promise. Just, give me like an hour to sulk and then I’ll be as good as new. Okay?”

When you pull away, Dustin eyes you, but understands he won’t win this argument. The two of you handle your emotions the same way: alone, in solitude, away from prying eyes. He knows you just need some time to yourself, but he still feels like a jerk for upsetting you in the first place. “Fine, but if you’re sulking later I’ll flick your nose.”

You flick his nose and then quickly flee to your room, Dustin not far behind you. “Flicked you first!”

“Not fair!”

You slam your bedroom door and giggle as you lock it. Dustin bangs on the door, but you can hear the amusement in his voice. You tell him you’ll be out as soon as you’re done with your essay, and then go and sit down at your desk. Sighing, you dig into your bag and pull out what you need. Without meaning to, you look up and see your Spider-Man poster, your wonderful Christmas gift from Steve, hanging in front of you.

The small joy you’d been feeling vanishes.

The poster stares back at you, you can almost hear it calling you a pathetic coward, and you feel guilt claw at your throat. You close your eyes, remembering the cold from that winter day, and you can almost smell the cologne Steve had been wearing when you’d thrown yourself into his warmth. Sometimes, if you sit still enough, you think you can feel the ghost of his embrace.

You open your eyes.

Steve isn’t here.

Of course he isn’t here.

You exhale, feeling the familiar ache and exhaustion within you; junior year is looking quite grim.

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never meant to be

☁︎ ellie x fem!reader ☁︎ summary: in which you and ellie go through the heartbreaking realization that love is never fair. ☁︎ warnings/themes: cheating (ellie cheats on current gf with you), dina is your sister, heartbreak/forbidden love, not a happy ending, familial issues | fingering/thighriding (r!recieving), use of strap, fem anatomy ☁︎ a/n: hi. don't hate me lol. sometimes i write stories like this to feel a little something. also it's 2:30 am and i have to be in class by 7:00am so this is not proofread lol. there will be NO part two. ☁︎ word count: 9,800 words aka my longest fic yet

for as long as you could remember, you were always in dina's shadow.

despite you being the youngest daughter, dina was your parent's pride and joy. she was the smartest and prettiest daughter, who never failed to win the family's attention.

dina was the 'perfect' daughter in your parent's eyes. she followed in mom's footsteps and won prom queen 3 years in a row and was crowned 1st place as miss wyoming since she was 14 in the annual pageant every year. last year, she got accepted to yale university with the intention of going to law school and becoming a criminal lawyer just like father.

your parents were set on having two extremely intelligent daughters who attended ivy league colleges and strived for an above-average career like an award-winning surgeon or a ground-breaking research scientist.

but that wasn't you. at all.

from a young age, you were always attracted to art — such as sculptures, paintings, murals, and various types of music. you had a keen eye for things more abstract, which always set you apart from your own family.

sure, math and science were subjects that came easily to you, and you had no difficulty with keeping straight A's at school, but you always knew you wanted to do something different than what was set for you.

despite being the black sheep of the family, you did find yourself envying dina. she had the bigger room, nicer clothes, a car, and always got money whenever she asked mom and dad for it. it was hard not to be jealous.

especially since she started bringing ellie williams around.

dina met ellie during her freshman year at yale, and the two hit it off. they officially became a couple this summer, and with the approval of our parents, ellie followed dina back home and agreed to stay the entire summer with her and the family.

from the first moment you met ellie, you were smitten.

it was the first week of summer, and you were relishing in all the much-needed vacation time, knowing by the time summer was over, you would be on your way to los angeles for college.

you were relaxing in bed with your copy of 'pride & prejudice', reading it for probably the 70th time. from your bedroom, you can hear a car pulling up in the driveway followed by your mother's loud voice yelling "welcome home!!", and then slamming car doors. getting up from your comfortable position, you drew the linen curtains to the side and took a peek out your window, down at the driveway.

from above, you could see mother taking dina in her arms, giving her a hug and placing a kiss on her forehead.

your eyes drift to father, and to the girl he was shaking hands with.

she was unlike anyone you've ever seen. her short brunette hair was cut short, hanging right at her neck in the style of a mullet. her slender arms revealed one tattoo on her right forearm that was visible underneath the folded flannel layered over a plain white t-shirt.

she held this charming aura about her, evident by how your father let out a hearty laugh as he gently nudged her on the shoulder. this woman must've been impressive because it was a rarity to see your father laugh, let alone when first meeting someone.

as dina grabbed the girl's hand to drag her inside the house, her eyes flickered up toward you, lingering on you for a little too long.

-

"so, ellie, tell us. what are you studying at yale?" your father's deep voice resonated throughout the dinner table.

"ugh, daaaad, please. no more interrogating my girlfriend," dina groaned out, "you're gonna scare her away, and we've only been together a month!"

"i was just asking a question, sweetie. no need to fret," your dad interjected as he took another bite of chicken.

ellie cleared her throat before putting her fork down, "uh, i'm actually in a computer science program— i'm in the works of developing my own software."

father's eyes widened, "wow! how impressive! what kind of software is it?"

"it's actually a type of software used by government agencies to store highly classified government documents, sir," ellie added, "it keeps unverified users locked out of the servers so they don't access the documents unless they recognize the IP address, and the software reports any unknown addresses back towards us to be monitored for criminal activity."

your ears would usually tune out the boring conversations held at the dinner table, but you couldn't help but be completely absorbed in everything ellie was saying and it only left you wanting to know more.

"how exciting! glad dina found someone who's doing something significant with their life," your father complimented, "unlike our youngest."

"such a shame. you graduated top of the class this year, yet you want to attend art school." your father's eyes bore into the side of your face as you pretended not to notice his words, distracting yourself by poking at the cold piece of broccoli on the expensive china plate.

"art school is cool too," ellie complimented, "what are you majoring in?"

you picked your head up, surprised by ellie's sudden interest in your studies. you were used to everyone else asking about dina and talking about dina and would compare you to dina. it was exhausting.

"um— fine arts. i'm also minoring in graphic design," you managed to squeak out, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

"and what are you planning to do with that, young lady?" your dad prodded in his signature stern voice, "you're 18 years old, almost 19, you have to start thinking about your future seriously."

you take the glass of water, and take a sip from it, suppressing that urge to cry from his words, "okay, father."

your mother places a hand on your dad's shoulder, attempting to calm him down, "honey, not at the dinner table."

he doesn't say anything else, and continues eating his dinner, whereas you lost your appetite a long time ago, and are no longer feeling in the mood to be around your family for another second.

the fork falls from your hands, creating a clinging sound against the ceramic dish. "may i be excused?" you tremble, ignoring the burning gaze from the brunette's eyes. you couldn't put into words the humiliation you felt at this moment, and you couldn't bear to look at dina's mocking smirk or at ellie's pitiful stare.

"okay, sweetie. goodnight." your mother murmured. you got up from the chair, and scurried out of the dining room, wanting nothing more but to curl up under your covers and lay in dark silence.

as you ascend up the stairs, you can hear dina continuing the conversation as if nothing ever happened, laughter and jokes ensuing in your absence.

-

the past two weeks with ellie in the house was an adjustment you had to get used to.

there have been a few occasions where you'd forget to lock the bathroom door, and bam, ellie barges in. luckily, she was a gentlewoman and always covered her eyes even though you were fully clothed. but it was extremely awkward, to say the least.

one morning, you thought the house was empty and took the opportunity to blast your favorite pussycat dolls song and belt out the chorus while shaking your hips around in the living room, only to find ellie looking down at you from the top of the stairs with an amused expression on her face.

needless to say, you put an end to your one-woman concerts and kept them in the privacy of your bedroom.

it was currently 2:45am, and you just wrapped up a painting you started this morning. the house was still and silent, and no one else but you were awake during this time of night.

feeling the gurgle and rumble of your belly, you take off your headphones and tiptoe down the stairs. with your socked feet pitter-pattering on the cold tile of the kitchen, you opened the door to the fridge and scanned the shelves for a tasty late-night snack.

"hmmm...." you hummed, "strawberries and cream might do the trick." you pulled out the bowl of strawberries and a tub of cool whip, and sat down on the tile, opening the lid, and dipping the berry in the creamy topping.

you were about 5 berries deep before you heard a voice clearing their throat, causing you to jump in your spot.

"isn't it a little too late to be eating dessert?" ellie queries. she was in a grey hoodie and plain grey sweatpants with half of her hair tied up. it was evident she probably just woke up, and a part of you felt a little guilty that you possibly were the reason for that.

unable to speak with a mouthful of fruit, you slowly shake your head left and right, eliciting a chuckle from the brunette.

"alright, no judgment here." ellie puts her hands up, "can i join you?"

swallowing the lump of red fruit down your throat, you respond, "sorry, yeah. of course," you hold up the bowl of berries, "want some?"

the girl crouches down and sits next to you on the floor, grabbing a strawberry and dipping it in the cool whip, then taking it all in one bite.

she chews momentarily before shaking her head in satisfaction, "not bad, not bad. never tried this combination before."

"really? i've had this snack for years, ever since i was a little girl," you smile, "it was my dad's favorite snack growing up..."

your voice trailed off as you reminisced about the earlier years when life was easier and you didn't have the pressure of worrying about college or career aspirations. all you and dina worried about was grilled cheeses and finding your bratz doll's missing feet.

ellie spoke again, "were you close with your dad growing up?"

you bit your lip, the sweet taste of strawberry and whipped cream present upon the skin, "yeah. we were," you laughed dryly, "we used to watch those cheesy law and order SVU shows all the time."

"yeah?"

"mhm," you hummed, "they were always entertaining to me. he thought that it'd eventually influence me to become a lawyer like him. he always said that we'd become the dynamic duo or whatever and that we'd kick ass in court."

ellie sat intently, watching you, listening to you as you told her this memory. from the moment she first met you when she got here, she knew you were quite the opposite of dina. dina was type A. she was occasionally uptight, a bit boring, and not really fit for ellie. ellie was chill and was a 'go by the flow' person, which was one thing dina hated about her. don't get her wrong, ellie liked dina, and she liked how dina was funny and smart, but she didn't really see them lasting long-term.

it was shitty. it was shitty how ellie didn't see herself being with dina for that long, and it was worse that ellie didn't have the guts to tell her.

but, for her own selfish reasons, ellie didn't want to tell dina, not yet anyways. she gravitated toward you and often found herself staring at you for a little too long during meals at the table and thinking about what you were doing in the next room over while dina was cuddled up in her arms.

ellie knew this was a bad idea. she could not get attached to her girlfriend's sister. it was nothing but a recipe for disaster.

but ellie was only human. she couldn't help her ever growing curiosity.

"you didn't want to be a lawyer?" ellie asked.

you shook your head, "hell, no. looks stressful and boringgggg," you sang out.

ellie laughed, "yeah, can't disagree with you there. dina tells me it involves lots of reading."

"yea, i'm good." you giggle, "what about you? have you always known that you wanted to work with computers 'n stuff?"

"i guess. i was always a 'nerd' and all that bullshit. loved watching sci-fi movies and shows and i'm also a huge gamer so—" ellie began, "i can't imagine myself not doing anything else other than techie shit."

you nod, putting another cream-covered berry in your mouth, "that makes sense. at least you're passionate about what you do."

"yeah, i guess," ellie snacks on another strawberry, "how 'bout you? you're an artist?"

you cover your mouth to muffle a laugh, "i wouldn't call myself an artist. but i do love painting. it's all i ever want to do."

"then it wouldn't be too much if i could ask to see some of your art."

your eyes widen, and you nearly choke on the fruity snack. "what?" your voice almost comes out sounding shocked.

"yeah, i mean, i'd love to see some of your stuff," ellie looked toward you with a sly smile.

"um, no," you laugh, "my parents haven't even seen some of my work."

you were hesitant to show anyone any of your artwork, and only allowing your best pieces to be kept in the security of your personal portfolio, only to be viewed by colleges for applications and such.

"aww, c'mon. i wanna see."

you huff, "maybe."

ellie smirked, "i'll take what i can get," she continues, "besides, think of me as....an art critic."

you let out a giggle, "oh yeah?"

the night progresses and you and ellie get lost in conversation, talking until 4am about life and whatnot. ellie was an easygoing person to talk to. she never seemed to judge you for any of your own opinions, and it felt like she was actually interested in what you had to say. it felt like you've known her for years, even though it's only been a matter of weeks.

you could already see the rays of orange peeking up from the navy, blue sky. it was already early morning.

"we should probably head back upstairs," you suggest, nodding your head towards the window, "the sun's gonna rise....and dina'll wake up soon."

it was like clockwork. dina woke up every morning at 6:30 am, never earlier nor later. you definitely did not want her to catch you and ellie here, alone and together.

for a moment, ellie forgot that she was here with dina. it was fucking terrible and she felt guilty, but she really liked spending the night talking with you and she knew she needed to do it again.

"uh— no, yeah, of course," ellie stood up first, holding out a hand to help you up next.

you took her warm hand in yours and hoisted yourself up until you were stable on your feet.

"thanks," you murmur.

"yeah, no problem."

ellie didn't pull her hand away, and neither did you. it was like your hands were two pieces of a puzzle, fitting perfectly in the spaces of each other's fingers.

realizing what was happening, you quickly pulled your hand away from hers, "uh—"

"fuck, sorry," ellie stammered, "i'm getting— um— awfully tired."

good excuse, ellie thought to herself.

"it's fine, no worries. let's head upstairs," you lead the way up toward the stairs with ellie alongside you. you stop in front of your bedroom door and ellie stops in front of dina's, her hand lingering on the doorknob.

"yeah?"

"um— just wanted to say goodnight, ellie." you smile at her, and she returns the favor.

"goodnight." ellie whispers, and you both head inside.

with dina still fast asleep, ellie crawls into bed next to her. she pulls the blanket close to her body, and turning away from her sleeping girlfriend, a small smile makes its way across her face as her mind drifts to you and how you were just a few feet away, a wall being the only thing separating you both.

and as you crawl into the comfort of your own bed, you couldn't help the wide smile that curls upon your lips as you thought about ellie, and how badly you wanted to talk to her again, ignoring the fact that she was probably laid up against your sister's body, holding her close.

it was an unfortunate thing — the slow formation of the connection between two people who were right for each other but were bound by the fate of knowing deep inside the chance of them being together was just not a possibility.

-

ellie could not get herself to fall asleep. she's been here for weeks, yet found herself tossing or turning in bed, never sleeping soundly for more than 3 hours at a time.

it happened again tonight. she fell asleep at 11:00pm, and here she was, wide awake at 3:00am.

she never knew how dina could do it— how she could make her body sleep at the same time, and stay asleep until morning.

ellie blamed it on the idea that her body wasn't adjusted to being at dina's house with her family. she thought that spending her summer vacation with dina's family would be fun and that it would be a good getaway from all the stress at school.

but ellie fucking hated your dad. from the first night she met him, she hated how he talked down to you. he was an asshole. it was obvious to ellie that he favored dina, and she knew it was only because she was following the same career path he was on. ellie didn't agree with how he felt about you at all, and desperately wished she could say something to him, but she thought it'd be best to not interfere...for now.

sighing, ellie took the covers off and quietly walked towards the door, slowly opening it and gently closing it.

she didn't know what the hell compelled her to walk over to your bedroom door, but before she had any time to even consider her actions, her fist planted three soft knocks on the surface.

ellie thought you must've been fast asleep by now, but a small part of her hoped that you would still be awake.

you swung your bedroom door open, unsure who would be knocking on your door at this hour, but was relieved to see it was ellie, "oh, hey."

ellie's eyes trailed up and down your body, taking you in and letting her eyes rake over the way your sleep shirt hangs loosely off your shoulder and how your cotton shorts stop mid-thigh.

she had to force her eyes back up on your face, and she was beating herself up for even letting her look at you that way, like a piece of meat.

"uh- er- sorry, i was just—" ellie stuttered, "i couldn't sleep."

you nod slowly, and step aside to let her inside your room.

god, this was such a bad idea.

after letting her inside, you close the door and lock it. walking back over towards your bed, you plop down on the mattress as ellie awkwardly stands in the middle of your room.

"you can sit down, you know," you giggle, and ellie shrugs and chooses to sit on your swiveling desk chair.

silence fills the air for a moment before ellie speaks up first.

"were you busy?"

you shake your head, "nope, was just reading a book."

"ahh, okay," ellie was silent for a moment before speaking again, "sorry again, for uh— bothering you."

"you didn't bother me," you laugh, "i'm usually up around this time anyways, jus' doing whatever."

ellie nods and turns the chair to face your desk where she sees your black leather sketchbook. her fingers open the book to a random page, and it was a sketch of a cat napping on a window sill in incredible detail.

the sound of pages flipping caught your attention, and you immediately jump to your feet as the realization hits you.

"hey! my sketchbook!" your hands quickly try to snatch the book from her hands, but ellie was faster, and got up and held the black book up and out of your reach. to your loss, ellie had the advantage of being a couple inches taller than you were, which made it extremely difficult for you to get to your book.

"these are amazing! let me just look through them a little bit longer—" ellie says, flipping through the pages of all the sketches you made, "holy shit— is that— is that me?"

your eyes grow wider, and you could feel the sweat seeping out of your pores, "give that back!"

you jump and try to grab the book, but ellie has this annoying smirk on her face as she holds the book high above her head, knowing you wouldn't be able to grab ahold of it due to your shorter stature.

"ugh, seriously?" you whine, flushing red in embarrassment, feeling like she just read an extremely personal section of your diary. in a way, your sketchbook was your diary.

"let me take a picture of my sketch and i'll give it back to you, deal?" ellie attempted to negotiate with you, but you narrowed your eyes at her, really not wanting her to have any evidence of your sketch at all. but she doesn't seem like the type to take no for an answer.

luckily, you were quite the trickster yourself. it's a youngest child thing.

you huff, "fine."

ellie smiles with pride, and as she lowers her arm to put the sketchbook down, you act fast and seize the book. but before you succeed, ellie snatches it back, and suddenly she's falling back onto your bed. you fail to steady yourself, following suit and landing on top of her, your forehead thumping against hers.

"ouch."

both of your eyes meet, and for a second, everything stands still. you and ellie don't move, afraid that whatever happens next, it'll end up with you both in a compromising situation.

"i— uh—" you sputter, "sorry." you quickly scramble up to your feet, getting off of her, and standing back to create some distance.

the absence of your body made ellie feel cold, but she pushed that feeling to the side and stood on her own two feet, handing you your sketchbook.

"thanks," you take the book from her hands and stuff it in the top left drawer of your dresser, where it usually is anyways.

"you know, those were really good," ellie mutters, scratching the back of her neck, "especially the one of me."

heat rises to your face once again, "it was from the day i saw you in the driveway— when you first got here with dina."

she nods, "i can tell, 's really good though. i swear."

you blush, "thanks," you think of something quick to change the subject, wanting to stray away from your sketch of her, still reeling in the embarrassment of her finding out.

"wanna watch the office?"

4:58am

you know what? imitation is the most sincere form of flattery, so i thank you.

"god, i love dwight so much, dude," ellie laughs, throwing a chip in her mouth as she watches jim's character pull out the bobblehead and place it on his desk.

identity theft is not a joke, jim! millions of families suffer every year!

michael!

oh that's funny— michael!

you let out a sleepy giggle, cuddling your pillow. you and ellie had been on your bed with the show playing on your laptop for an hour already, while she munched away on a bag of chips you had in your room.

ellie turned her head to check on you, and she could tell by your heavy eyelids that you were about to knock out in any second, "you sleepy?"

"mhm," you manage to hum out.

she smiles, in awe at your cute, sleepy state.

"go 'head and sleep. i'll finish up this episode and let myself out when it's over," ellie murmurs. she unfolds the blanket that was sitting at the edge of your bed and places it over your body.

"you sure?" you ask, nearly half asleep.

"mhm. i'll be gone by the time you wake up." but you knew you didn't want ellie to be gone when you woke up and ellie didn't want to go either.

as the show continues to run, you close your eyes and fall into slumber.

you weren't sure what woke you up, but you did. you hear the sound of 'the office' theme song playing, causing you to stir slightly, but you were surprised by the pressure present around your waist.

you sit up a bit, and you see ellie fast asleep, with her arm wrapped tightly around your waist, spooning you.

you look at the clock next to your bed and read the time: 6:23 am.

the air is sucked out from your lungs. dina is gonna be up soon.

"ellie! wake up!" you whisper quite loudly in her ear, shaking her awake. she doesn't wake up, and just groans, pulling you back to hold you again.

ignoring the butterflies going rampant in your belly, you attempt to wake her up again, "ellie! please, wake up," you shake her arm, "dina's gonna wake up in any minute."

ellie's green eyes open, and for a moment she's glad it's your face she sees when she wakes up, until the realization dawns on her.

"shit, shit, shit," ellie curses, getting off your bed and standing up, "i have to go."

and she exits your bedroom, leaving you alone in your bed only with the memory of waking up in her arms.

as ellie slowly and quietly enters dina's bedroom, she's relieved by the sight of dina's body still fast asleep. she gets back in bed and turns away from her, trying to calm her fast heart rate down.

on cue, dina's alarm clock goes off at 6:30 am sharp. ellie can feel dina turning and shutting off her alarm clock, and then she scootches closer and wraps her arms around ellie's body, planting a kiss on her cheek.

"morning, babe," dina whispers, and ellie shuts her eyes, pretending she's still asleep.

ellie lets out a mumbled 'morning' sounding groan and nestles her face into the pillow. she feels dina get up from bed and head into the bathroom to begin her morning routine, leaving ellie alone, wishing she had you wrapped up in her arms instead.

-

two days had gone by and you barely talked to ellie, sharing nothing but longing glances and brushes of fingers when you handed her a plate during meal times.

you didn't purposely intend to avoid ellie, but your mother had filled your agenda with errands for your 19th birthday party this weekend. you had to go talk to the caterers, talk to the florist, get fitted for a dress, buy new shoes, send out invitations— it was all so tedious and tiring, but you didn't want to make your mother upset by disappointing her.

the contractors were currently setting up the house with decorations and such for the party, and ellie was outside in the backyard with father, helping the rest of the workers set up a stage and other things needed.

you hated hot days, especially ones like these, where the air was scorching and dry. but you couldn't complain today, ellie was in a tight, white tank top showing off her muscular biceps and arms. you couldn't help but stare a little longer, trailing your eyes over the beads of sweat that would roll down her neck.

thank god for hot days like this one.

"honey, will you please do me a favor and bring out this tray of refreshments to everyone outside please?" your mother handed you a tray of cold drinks and fresh fruit.

"of course," you smooth out your sundress and take the tray from her hands, walking out of the kitchen and through the open doors leading to the backyard patio.

you walk over toward where they were working and set down the tray, "here are some cold drinks everyone."

your father and the workers mutter a quick thank you and take the offerings, sipping on the chilled drinks and talking amongst themselves.

however, what ellie needed wasn't a cold refreshment or a fruity snack. in fact, the only thing she could think of that would help ellie in this heat right now was you.

she couldn't tear her eyes away from the way your tits looked, the way the fabric hugged the soft, pillowy flesh. she definitely couldn't look away when you walked back towards the house, only wishing she can run her hands over the smooth skin of your thighs, grabbing on your ass.

the way you made ellie sweat was incomparable to the sun's radiating heat.

"excuse me, i'm gonna use the bathroom," ellie muttered, making her way back inside the house.

as you neared the kitchen, you overhear your mother's conversation with dina.

"yeah, we'll be leaving a little early. i have stuff to do back on campus," dina's voice remarks.

"oh, that's too bad. i really like having you both here," your mother pouts, "when are you and ellie leaving?"

"the day after the party," dina replies, "it'll give us time to rest and pack up."

your heart sank in your chest. ellie was leaving? and so soon?

you ran back inside the house, jogging up the stairs, not wanting dina or your mother to see the tears watering in your eyes.

"sweetie? you okay?" your mother yells out from the kitchen.

"uh, yeah! just need to get something from my room!"

you make a bee-line to the bathroom and shut the door behind you, looking at your reflection in the mirror, and letting yourself break down in tears.

something like this was bound to happen. you knew ellie wouldn't stay here forever, and you would be leaving for college. but why did this hurt so bad?

you hear the bathroom door open, and you quickly wipe your eyes.

"e-ellie?"

the brunette was surprised to see you in the bathroom at first, knowing you did have a habit of leaving the door unlocked sometimes, but that all went away and concern washed over her as she noticed your tear-filled eyes and red, stuffy nose.

"hey, hey, hey," she whispers as she takes a few steps toward you, "what's wrong?"

you blink a couple times, a tear falling down your cheek. you hesitated to answer her question.

"you know you can tell me anything, right?" ellie coos, her hands soothingly rubbing up and down your arms.

you nod, and bite your lip, thinking of how to word your response correctly, "d-dina said you both were leaving after my b-birthday."

ellie softens and an evident look of disappointment appears on her face, "yeah, we are."

you wipe your nose, looking up at her with glossy eyes, "it feels like you just got here and— and—" you sniffle, "you're leaving already."

ellie's heart soars understanding that you were upset because she was leaving. "i know and i'm sorry," she snakes her arms around your waist, pulling you close to her, "i wish i met you sooner."

ellie wished she met you first, she would actually have a chance at giving you both a shot without the guilt of betraying dina.

you bury your face into her shirt, the scent of her perfume wafting in your nostrils. god, there was just so much to do and so little time.

you pull your head back to get a good look at her face, to memorize her features, and sear them into your brain.

your eyes fell to her lips, and before you could even form a single thought, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against hers.

ellie instinctively pulled you closer by your waist, kissing back, moving her lips slowly with yours.

you slowly try to pull away from her lips, but she brings you back in for more, her grip on your waist never releasing.

"ellie," you breathe out, but it comes out sounding more like a moan, "w-we can't," you whine, "d-dina's here."

fuck. she stops, and pulls away from your lips, leaning her forehead against yours for a brief moment.

ellie plants a small kiss on your forehead, before letting you go and exiting the bathroom, leaving you alone once again.

-

"happy birthday, dear," the lady greets, leaning to give you a kiss on your cheekbone, "19 is such a fun age, don't take advantage of it, alright, hun?"

"sure," you hum, smiling back as the lady retreats back to the party, getting lost in the sea of people.

you had no idea who she was. actually, you didn't know a lot of the people here. a bunch of them were your father's associates from the law firm, some of your mom's book club members, and dina's friends from high school.

it was your birthday party, but your parents never turned down the idea of hosting a celebration if it was an excuse to mingle and network.

you head upstairs toward the balcony and step outside to the cool, summer night, leaning against the railing. you took a deep breath in, briefly closing your eyes in an attempt to gather your thoughts and clear your head.

"not enjoying the party?"

the sound of the voice causes you to spin in your spot, and you're met with ellie standing at the doorway. she was dressed in a white, collared dress shirt that was slightly unbuttoned at the top, with black slacks. her hair was down, in her signature mullet. you could tell she'd been drinking, as her eyes appeared dazed and she seemed more relaxed.

"uh— it was getting hot and stuffy in there," you tore your eyes away from her, "i just needed some air."

ellie sauntered over, standing next to you and placing her arms against the rail. her eyes raked over your body, drinking in how absolutely gorgeous you looked in your dress.

"you look beautiful tonight."

heat rose to your cheeks, and luckily the blush you wore today camouflaged the deepening crimson fading on your cheeks, "thanks."

"you always look beautiful, but you know, it's your birthday tonight and i had to remind you."

it was possible that ellie's words just fell from her lips because she was slightly inebriated, but it was true. ellie thought you were the most beautiful thing this earth could offer. you were the closest thing to heaven on earth.

but ellie couldn't have you, and without you, she was in her own personal hell.

you cleared your throat, attempting to wave off the tension in the air, "are you enjoying the party?"

she shrugged, "yeah, it's okay. i mean— dina's been introducing me to all your dad's friends and shit, trying to show me off like some kind of fuckin' trophy or something." she lets out a harsh laugh, "have you met my girlfriend ellie? she's a computer science engineer at yale! she's already done work for google and apple! isn't that so cool?"

ellie mocks dina's voice, and you can tell she has this slight bitterness to her. but you couldn't blame her for how she felt, dina only cared about the superficial things.

"oh...i'm sorry," you turn your head to face the view, "she's always been like that. trying to compete with everyone else and prove that she's better."

"yeah, i fucking hate that."

silence falls between you two again, and the elephant in the room couldn't be more obvious. it's been two days since the kiss in the bathroom occurred, and neither of you had even acknowledged it since then.

ellie would occasionally find herself thinking about the way your lips molded onto hers, and how she'd risk her relationship with dina just to experience it one more time. hell, she'd break up with dina.

it was hard for you to think about ellie without having the guilt bubble in your belly. you couldn't get ellie out of your head at all, and frequently spent those late nights fantasizing what it'd be like to be in dina's position, as ellie's girlfriend.

but, those feelings of shame always came to the surface and you tried to suppress them, pushing them into the dark corners of your mind, but as the day's progressed, it got harder and harder to do.

even being next to ellie made your body feel like it was on fire, and the urge to kiss her again was coming full throttle. you had to leave before you did something you both would regret.

"umm, i'll see you down there," you quickly sputter out before turning your heel to leave, but you felt ellie's hand grip your arm, stopping you.

"wait."

you force yourself to look at ellie, and your eyes connect with hers. your heart rate picked up, and suddenly the oxygen left your lungs. it was insane how one person could make you feel like this— like you could die if you were to let go.

"i—" ellie was about to let her heart speak for herself, and she was going to tell you everything. she was going to put her heart on the line and risk everything, for you."

"ellie! elllieee! where are yo— oh! there you are!" dina appeared at the doorway, a wide smile on her face as she finally found ellie. "where were you? i have to introduce you to this guy who works for this video game company! come on!"

before ellie can say anything, dina grabs her arm and drags ellie away.

the party happened and ended. you blew out your candles and cut the cake, and soon enough all the people left by midnight. dina was fast asleep on the couch in the living room downstairs, as the expensive, bubbly champagne had officially defeated your older sister.

your parents were asleep. dina was asleep. the only two people awake in the house was you and ellie, a deadly combination.

ellie was in the next room, intoxicated, and thinking about what her next moves were. she was leaving tomorrow and she knew that soon enough that you would be leaving for los angeles too, for college.

the thought of you possibly meeting someone new during college made her skin burn. ellie wanted to be that person for you, to be the one who made you laugh, to be the one who you called at the end of the day to tell her all about what happened in class, to be the one who gave you butterflies and made your heart flip.

fuck it, ellie thought, and the next thing she knew she was walking to your room and knocking on your door.

you swung the door open, and ellie swore she could've died and gone right to heaven. you were still in your birthday dress, but your hair was down, and you just looked like the most beautiful thing she'd seen in a long time. it was impossible that you were a real person.

"....ellie?" you spoke softly, and the sound of your voice knocked her out of her thoughts.

"huh? yeah— uh— fuck. sorry," ellie stammered, "can— can i come in?"

"sure."

you could smell the mixture of whiskey and her sandalwood perfume radiating off her body, and it was an addicting combination. you just wanted to bury your face in her neck and sniff her, as creepy as that did sound.

you sit down on the edge of your bed, crossing your legs, and ellie leans against your wall, with her hands stuffed in the pockets of her black slacks. she was still in her outfit, but the top of the buttons of her shirt were opened much wider, revealing a bit of skin.

silence falls in the room, and there was tension in the room. the room was beginning to feel humid and hot, and a small bead of sweat rolled down your temple.

ellie's eyes raked over you in your little dress, and how the dress bunches up just enough for her to get a peek of the sweet skin of your inner thighs, a paradise she's been dreaming of.

she wasn't sure if it was the little bit of alcohol still left in her system, but she could feel that familiar heat bubble in her core, making her feel even hotter.

"so, i was thinking, and i realized that i didn't say 'happy birthday' to you," ellie spoke softly, "i didn't even get you a gift."

your eyes widen, and you let out a small laugh, "it's fine, don't worry about it."

"nah, you've been so good to me, and— i mean— the least i could do is buy you something or take you out for dinner when me and dina come back for winter break."

your smile falters. when me and dina come back. the words echo throughout your head. me and dina. come back.

shaking your head, you try your best to respond without choking up, "i-it's okay..."

"what? don't be ridiculous-"

you cut her off, "it's f-fine, ellie," you breathe out, "i'm gonna head to bed now."

a pang hits ellie in the chest, and a look of hurt washes over her. "w-what? but i-"

you couldn't contain the jealousy that simmered in your belly, and it was partly due to the specialty cocktails you had tonight. you just had to have a midori sour.

"you and dina have to leave early tomorrow," you spat, with venom dripping off every word. it was enough to be noticed by ellie, and she received your message.

ellie doesn't say anything and her mind whirls in search of the words she wants to say.

after a few seemingly long minutes, she speaks up, "i think i'm gonna break up with dina."

your head snaps in her direction, your expression in utter disbelief, "what?"

ellie nods, "yeah."

"but, why?" you ask, "dina loves you and my family loves you—"

"dina is not who i want to be with."

you freeze, and your heart skips a beat.

"who do you want to be with?" you had an idea of who, but you played dumb, eager to hear her say the words.

"you."

time stops, and suddenly, everything feels like it's frozen in time, and the only two things that were present were you and ellie. for a moment, you let yourself imagine how things would be if she did break up with dina and went with you instead. of course, you would be over the moon being ellie's girlfriend, but at what cost?

dina would surely hate you if she already didn't and she'd make your life a living hell. and your parents? your dad would think you were a bigger disappointment, especially for ruining his perfect daughter's relationship.

you and ellie would face ultimate backlash, and wouldn't be on the receiving end of support from those close to you.

it pained you to think about it, but you had to be realistic.

"ellie......" you whispered, your voice coming out slightly strained, "i don't think we could be together."

ellie shakes her head, "we can. i'll break up with dina and— and— we'll have a long distance relationship and we'll come back—"

"and we'll be here? together? in front of dina and my parents?" you cut her off, hurt evident in your voice.

her demeanor faltered, and she was quiet for a moment. ellie understood your point of view, and how it'd be difficult to continue a relationship with her ex-girlfriend's sister.

"just stay with her."

ellie sighed, "no, even if we can't be together, there's no way i'm going to stay with her. no fucking way."

"but—"

"no. i don't want to be with her," ellie comes closer to where you were, causing you to stand on your feet and back up, "everyone is talking about how everyone else would feel. what about me? i can't fucking stand not being with you. you think i enjoy thinking about you while i lay with dina? do you even understand how hard it is for me to just look at you? do you know what you do to me?"

you feel the cool surface of the wall press on your skin as you were backed up against the wall. she had you cornered and you couldn't do anything about it, and a small part of you enjoyed this.

ellie's voice is low and raspy, "do you have any idea how much i think about you? having you as mine? thinking about the things i would do to you?"

you swallow hard, and you shake your head left to right, "ellie, you're just d-drunk."

she shakes her again, "i'm not. i'm one hundred percent sober."

"you're talking nonsense—" you try to convince her, but deep down inside, this was you trying to convince yourself.

"why can't you just face the fact that i want you?"

"because you're dating my sister!" the tone of your voice shocks the brunette.

"i can't— i can't have these feelings for you," you breathe out, "you're with dina."

ellie closes her eyes at the mention of her name, and again, silence fills the space.

"then let's forget about her, okay? for one night, i just want to forget about her," ellie whispers, "all i wanna focus on is you."

you search her face, and you bite your lip, actually contemplating the idea.

as you and ellie make eye contact, it was then you realize how close she was to you, you can nearly taste her lips if you leaned in further enough.

and in a swift move, ellie presses her lips against yours, pushing you against the wall. her hands cup your cheeks, kissing you with a sense of urgency and passion.

she takes control, and pushes her tongue in between your lips, roaming around in your mouth, eliciting a mewl from the back of your throat.

ellie's hands move to the back of your neck, and wrapped up in each other's lips, you both continue your way over to your bed, falling onto the mattress.

you pull away for a brief moment to flip her over, straddling her and sitting on her thighs.

ellie bunches your dress around your hips, fully exposing your thighs for her enjoyment. her cold hands send a shudder up your spine as they make their way to your thighs, "so fucking gorgeous."

ellie whispers, and she reconnects her lips against yours, and you couldn't help but grind your core against her, eager for friction as you feel a pool of wetness gather in your panties.

you let out a small whimper against her lips, and ellie grows more greedy, and slides her tongue inside your mouth again. the burning heat forming in your core begins to be harder to control, and you couldn't help but grind your pussy harder against her again.

the brunette smiles against your lips, and she takes hold of your hips, guiding you and placing you securely on her right thigh, "there, baby. grind that pretty fuckin' pussy on my thigh."

desperate for more, you place your arms around her neck for security and begin rubbing your panty-covered pussy against her pants, the fabric providing some friction on your swollen clit.

you couldn't suppress the soft whimpers that leave your lips, and ellie presses her lips against yours, drinking in every single moan that reverberates through your throat. she has you right where she wants you, wet and desperate for her.

"ellie.." your parted lips whine, "want more."

your pleas come out sounding as pathetic moans, and she smirks at the sight of you, eager for more.

"yeah? you want more, baby?" you nod frantically.

the brunette flips you over, takes you off her thigh and lays you on your back. using her knee to part your thighs, her fingers slowly trail down your inner thighs, and she uses her index finger to slide your panties to the side, sliding her finger down the wet slit of your pussy.

"shit," she curses, "so wet for me."

your hips buck up, craving more and more of her touch against your sensitive cunt, "ellie, please."

smirking, ellie pulls down your panties, the damp fabric pooling at your ankles, and she uses two fingers to spread your lips, the wet skin creating a slick-sounding echo throughout the room.

she uses one finger to rub your soaked, swollen clit, drenching her finger with your wetness.

"hmmph," you whimper, gripping her arm tight. ellie takes your lips in hers, muffling your pleading moans with her mouth as her fingers rub agonizing slow circles on your pussy.

she briefly pulls away from your lips, breathing heavily, "god, you're so beautiful when you moan."

ellie continues the circles against your clit, and you grab her wrist, stopping her, "e-ellie, please, i-i want more.."

the brunette pauses and thinks for a moment, "alright, baby, give me a second and wait here."

ellie places a kiss on your forehead, pulling her fingers out of you and quickly hurrying out of your bedroom. seconds later, you hear your door open and you see her come back in with a black strap and a harness.

"do you use that with—"

ellie cuts you off, "no. this one's new."

she takes off her shirt, and her black pants, leaving her in a plain black sports bra and plaid red boxers. she quickly hooks the harness around her hips and attaches the strap.

coming back on the bed, ellie looks at you with soft eyes, "is this okay with you?"

you nod, "yes, it's perfect."

she smiles, and she leans in to kiss you again, this time the kiss being much gentler than the previous one before. her hands make their way down your hips, and taking the hem of your dress in her hands, she slips it off of you.

pulling away, she takes the chance to gaze at your body. there was nothing but absolute adoration in those pools of green.

"you're beautiful, have i told you that?"

"only a couple times," you reply shyly, and ellie smiles, kissing your cheek.

her hands gently part your thighs, and she lines her cock up at your entrance. "we'll start off slow, yeah? you let me know if anything hurts, and i'll stop, baby."

looking up at her with glossy eyes, you nod. ellie takes the base of her strap and slowly slides it inside of your pussy, slowly filling you up.

"oh my god." was all you could muster.

"fuck," ellie curses, "you're so fuckin' wet for me, sweet girl."

filling you up almost completely, she grabs your waist and begins thrusting her hips, the strap easily sliding in and out of your wet pussy.

your eyes roll to the back of your head and you grab onto her arm, your grip tightening around her limb with each striking thrust.

the sound of clapping skin and wet slick fill the room, along with a combination of your soft whimpers and ellie's groans.

"keep your eyes on me, babe, wanna see those pretty eyes as i fuck you," ellie groans out, tilting your chin to look up at her.

how can something so wrong feel so right? she had your legs spread apart, with her strap buried deep inside you as dina slept soundly just downstairs.

it was hard to feel guilty when she was hitting every sweet spot inside you.

ellie leaned her forehead against yours, her thrusts never losing rhythm as you coat the black silicone in your white, cream.

as her strap slides in and out of your pussy, that familiar knot begins to form in your belly, and you feel almost as if you're nearing the edge.

"god, ellie— i think i'm about to cum," you stammer out, feeling your pussy tighten around her cock. ellie's eyes never stray away from yours, wanting to make sure you kept your eyes on her.

"yeah? come on, pretty girl, cum on my cock," she coaxes you, and her words cause that feeling of euphoria to wash over you, as you tip over the edge and writhe beneath her.

"ellie," you cry out, "i-i l-love you, fuck." you whimper out, as your pussy clenches around her, the black plastic strap squelching as your juices drip all over it.

"i love you, baby," ellie groans out, as she does one last thrust inside you, falling over in exhaustion onto the bed.

moments later, ellie gets up and takes the strap off. she cleans you up with a clean, wet rag, and climbs into your bed, the both of you still without clothes.

she drapes the blanket over your bodies, and she pulls you close to her.

"you okay?" she asks.

"mhm, i'm more than okay," you hum.

a comfortable silence falls, and you speak up again.

"i just wish you didn't have to leave tomorrow," you whisper, a stray tear falling down your cheek.

ellie kisses the top of your forehead, and rubs your back soothingly, "me neither, baby."

and you and ellie both fall asleep in each other's arms, just for this one night.

-

you really didn't want to have to see dina and ellie off.

it was sad enough that the girl you were in love with was dating your sister, but for her to go to university almost halfway across the country was something close to heartbreak.

luckily, ellie woke up early and got ready and packed up her things before dina woke up. but unfortunately, you woke up alone.

and for the rest of the morning, you stayed cooped up in your bedroom, not wanting to endure the sorrow of seeing ellie leave.

but she had to.

from your upstairs window, you watched as your father and ellie both began loading up the car with suitcases and other bags.

you didn't even want to say goodbye to her, knowing that the minute you saw her face, you'd burst into tears.

so, you just decided you wouldn't say anything to her at all. it was easier that way and it made a cleaner cut.

you hear a knock on your door, and your mother's head peeks out in your bedroom.

"hey honey," she coos, "come downstairs and say goodbye to ellie and dina."

you sigh and turn your head away from the door, "no, thanks. they'll be good without me."

you hear your mother sigh, and she shuffles into your room, closing the door behind you and sitting next to you on the bed.

"don't you wanna say goodbye to your sister, before she leaves?"

you shrug, "dee will be fine without my goodbye."

and for a moment, your mother is silent.

"well," she begins, "don't you want to say goodbye to ellie?"

you were stumped and you didn't reply.

"after all those late night conversations and such, i think ellie would want you to say goodbye."

your eyes widen in surprise, and you turn to look at your mother. "hold on, you know about that?"

she scoffs, "i may be your mom, but i'm not stupid." she laughs, "i can see things from a mile away, and my motherly intuition is telling me that...you like ellie."

you sigh and tear your eyes away from your mother, feeling ashamed, "i know, and i'm a terrible sister for that."

your mom soothingly rubs your back, "no, that makes you human. you can't help who you get feelings for, hun."

she tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and smiles at you, "ellie is an amazing girl, and i'm glad she realizes how wonderful you are."

tears fill your eyes, and you completely break down. your mom looks at you with sympathy, her heart cracking seeing her daughter experience heartbreak, "i love her, mom."

you let out these muffled sobs, and your mom takes you in her arms, comforting you as you cry.

as soon as you come back, she wipes your tears, and takes hold of your hands, "listen to me, sweetie," she coos, "if you love her, let her go, and if she comes back, she was always yours. but if she doesn't, it was never meant to be."

you laugh a little bit, "ugh, mom, that was corny."

"it is, but it's also true," she says, "which is why i think you need to say goodbye to ellie. life will take you in two different paths, and you'll regret it if you don't say anything."

absorbing her words, you nod and wipe your face with the sleeve of your sweatshirt. you get up from your spot, and hurry outside, nearly sprinting to the driveway, seeing dina already in the passenger seat and ellie about to get in the driver's side.

"wait!" you call out, and ellie's head snaps in your direction, a wide smile curling on her face.

first, you jog over to dina, "bye, dee. have fun at yale and stay safe."

you kept your words short and sweet.

"thanks, kid. go crazy in LA, okay?"

smiling, you nod at her and make your way over to the driver's side of the car, where ellie was standing and waiting.

you stand in front of her and you take a deep breath, before wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling her in for a tight hug.

you take this opportunity to whisper in her ear, only for her to hear, "maybe in the off chance we see each other again, and things are right, we can give us a shot."

"you better stay true to your words, pretty girl, because i plan on seeing you again," you can hear the smile in her voice as her arms wrap around your waist.

before anyone notices the prolonged hug, you pull away from her and stand next to your mom and dad, where you all wave goodbye to them as they pull away and disappear into the road.

maybe in another life, in another time, in another dimension, you and ellie were together.

you would have this big house overlooking the hills, and you'd have this amazing studio with huge windows to paint whatever you wanted and ellie would have her own office, dealing with her own ordeals. you would have a dog running around with a grumpy cat trailing along with them. you and ellie would always end the day with dinner together, and by the end of the night, you would be curled up in her arms and life would be perfect.

but this wasn't another life. for now, you and ellie were just two souls who are merely passing by each other in this lifetime. from strangers to friends, friends into lovers, and strangers again.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

#ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie williams tlou #the last of us #the last of us ellie #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x reader #tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams angst

[stararch4ngelqueen]

Quick Maintenance

Time Written - 11:42 p.m

(Idk where I was going with this, so it isn’t proofread.)

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Your heavy eyes blinked, slipping in an out of mental focus from the soft snip snip near your right side. Minor tufts of wet hair trickled down your shoulder, sliding along your freshly washed graphic shirt.

“Stay still, baby,” he murmurs, tilting your chin up to keep a level field as focused eyes squinted to study his work.

Calloused hands held thin, little shears he pulled out from the bathroom drawer, snipping away at little uneven pieces of hair he left unchecked.

Work, school, the sheer stress of wondering what kind of person you were in this world would get to you. You weren’t always like this, priding yourself on not caring what the world thought, meanwhile beaming like a ray of sunshine to all those who knew you once you stepped out the door.

One of the toughest enemies you could ever face in your lifetime, who knows every gruesome detail of your agony, every weak bone in your body, holding each detail of your flawed skin to memory, was the teary eyed person that stared back at you in the mirror.

Some days you barely had the strength to get out of bed, brush your hair, or get some water.

If you didn’t have a bodyguard of a worrisome, golden retriever boyfriend leading you towards the bathroom for a haircut, bedrotting would’ve remained a much easier task.

Dick didn’t force you to cut your hair, the idea came to you before you took a shower. Maybe a minor change was needed, something new within your control to make you feel a little better. You came to him after your long, hot shower with said offer, the man slouched on the couch with brow raised.

“Can you help me cut my hair?” You asked, presenting him with some old scissors you fished out from under the sink.

What an offer to receive on such a late evening. Dick never felt happier to see you out of bed, hair wet and changed into a pair of fresh clothes. All anxiety for you melted off his shoulders, sparing his thumbnails from being chewed on a second longer.

“Of course,” he rises from the couch, said old scissors now in his hand. Now, he sat you ontop of the toilet, gently tilting your head side to side with care to make sure every cut was as clean and even as possible.

A favor for a favor, he thought. You helped him cut his hair when it looked way too outgrown to your liking, way past ‘sexy mullet,’ in obvious words. Nowadays, keeping his hair at jawline was both for preference and convenience, though maintenance would’ve been a pain if not for you.

You offered to cut it for him the first few times, he always questioned why. Gotham cuts hair starting at at least twenty five dollars, which he could obviously afford, but having your pretty fingers run through his locks? He’s trusted no one else since.

“Twenty five bucks is twenty five bucks.”

“Twenty five bucks could be spent on dinner for your stylist,” you’d muse, cute brows bowed in deep concentration on getting the length just right. Your prized perfectionist skills left him feeling in good hands.

“I’m proud of you, y’know,” he says to you, voice lowered to a concentrated level that soothed your ears. Any accomplishment you do on one of your bad days was a gold star in Dick’s book.

His support of soft, comforting words of praise acted like a chamomile balm on a soothing ache. Your mind eventually would be soothed, lulling you into a state of affection he provided so well, sometimes reducing you to tears.

“Though, I’m a little disappointed you didn’t use my body wash.” He mumbles, now using some smaller, much thinner scissors to catch the tiny wisps he missed, taking after your perfectionist tendencies.

A trickle of a smile lasted a few seconds on your lips. “Today didn’t feel like a ‘sea salt and cedar’ day, Richie.”

“Guess that’s fair, least you’re wearing my shirt,” his cheeky grin was contagious, your heart warming at the joy that erupted in his eyes in witness to your gorgeous smile.

“There. All done, beautiful.” Dick concludes, brushing remnants of hair off your shoulder before his thumb stroked along your cheekbone, planting a kiss on your forehead.

A short two step to the bathroom sink left you staring at yourself in the mirror once more, your desired length now becoming reality.

In all honesty, you didn’t exactly like the length of the haircut. Picturing it differently in your mind had you assuming more grand expectations on the outcome.

It wasn’t all new, but it was different, a good different. A good, new you, one you’d appreciate and cherish, because that’s what you always deserved.

Besides, Dick Grayson, your puppy eyed golden retriever would make sure you were satisfied with the outcome. How could you say you didn’t like it to such a handsome face? Impossible.

“How’s takeout sound?” He questioned, watching your hands busy themselves by brushing through your new hair, feeling visibly softer along your fingertips.

“I’m thinking … something spicy.” He slips an arm over your front accompanying a soft squeeze, gifting you a smile through the mirror’s reflection. “It feels like a spicy day, yeah?”

“Anything Sounds delicious,” you admitted, your body recognizing and remembering what hunger felt like after hours of feeling numb under soft blankets and pungent silence.

“Gotcha, I’ll call up a place.” Dick steps to the side, allowing you room before reaching for the sink drawer.

“Where’d you get these scissors, anyway? They’re so tiny.”

“Oh,” you quickly recall the memory, an event quite a long while ago while on an essentials stop at a local corner side pharmacy.

“Accidentally forgot to pay for them,” you hesitantly admit, recalling the particular day. Maybe you’d forgotten to pay for an eyebrow kit that came with an adorably small pair of gold trimming scissors.

“My girlfriend, the thief,” Dick repeats with feigned surprise, shaking his head in mocked disbelief.

“Ima have to report you for this,” he smirks, glancing at you out the corner of his eye. “How much were these, anyway?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug. “Like, seven bucks?”

“Huh,” Dick clicks his tongue before plopping said scissors back into their designated drawer, promptly sliding it shut.

“Seven bucks is seven bucks.”

#dick grayson x female!reader #titans dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x reader #dick Grayson #gotham knights dick grayson #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x y/n #richard grayson x reader #richard grayson #interesting way to announce I was hella sad and cut my hair but here we are

[wannaeatramyeon]

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Swim

G/N. Fluff. Missed this menace.

Finally. After all the time.

There's a sport that Taehoon doesn't excel at.

That he looks sorta pathetic doing. A fish out of water, except... Literally. Or maybe literally the opposite.

Seong Taehoon is a pretty atrocious swimmer. Sure he can swim, but he's neither fast nor skilled. Which is surprising considering his height and his long limbs; his strong shoulders and wide back and legs no one wants to be on the receiving end of.

You outlasted him after lengths and lengths of the pool with breast stroke. You're far quicker at front crawl and somehow he doesn't float particularly well for backstroke.

(Neither of you can do butterfly for shit, but that's a stroke for the weirdos or the gifted, likely both, so you ignore that.)

It's hilarious, and his silent outrage at his un-athleticness makes it all the funnier. Mood growing surlier as your swimming session goes on, only staying due to competitiveness and denial.

You do nothing to help. Taunting and teasing, mocking and provoking. So much so, that even you in your swimwear doesn't uplift him anymore.

Taehoon's saving grace is, he's a pretty comma atrocious swimmer.

And heavens, is pretty an understatement.

He's distracting enough when you're out and about together, fully clothed. Strip him of his jeans and jackets and even the absurdly tight shirts; put him in a pool and in swim trunks... Well.

There is hard muscle as far as the eye can see and legs that go on for miles. Rivulets running down his chest and highlighting his abs. Skin tantalising, flushed with exertion and cheeks tinged pink.

Even the stupid mullet that you at first tolerated, then grown fond, is slicked back. His hair, maybe for the first time ever, is hot. Oh so pretty features on full display and you know everyone here has given Taehoon at least a glance.

If you weren’t so obviously better than him, consistently beating him in the water, you would have no doubt had trouble keeping your hands off him.

"Let's go," he says, interrupting your ogling and shoving you towards the ladder.

"Taehoon~" you whine, trying to plant yourself to no avail, and he gives you a look, "Don't you wanna swim a bit more?"

"I've had enough of your gloating, you lil asshole," he gives you another push, "and enough of people staring."

"You're too pretty for your own good," you scoff, "Cry me a river."

Taehoon exhales, short and sharp to signal he's at the end of his patience with you. It takes a good while longer to get there than for other people, yet he gets there nonetheless.

"I mean at you, dumbass."

"Oh," You notice him practically snarling at a group of boys nearby who have been looking for a moment too long.

"Yeah oh,” he mimics, “Now let's get the fuck out of here."

"Like you care," Taehoon might be right, but why give up the chance to poke the bear one last time? "You're only saying that because you're a sore loser."

He narrows his eyes, displaying full well his annoyance. "You want me to beat your ass?"

"Only if you can catch me!" You kick off the side and start swimming away at speed.

Taehoon shouts, swallowing a mouthful of water as he ungracefully cuts through the water.

"You fuck-!" Cough, sputter. "Get back here!"

#taehoon seong #seong taehun #taehoon seong x reader #seong taehun x reader #how to fight #seong taehoon x reader #seong taehoon #taehoon x reader #how to fight x reader #how to fight headcanons #how to fight manhwa #viral hit headcanons #viral hit manhwa #viral hit x reader #viral hit taehoon #viral hit #wannaeatramyeon

[fuqsketti]

hi! hope youre doing well, may i request mike wheeler x reader where the reader plays with mike's hair :)

fireworks || mike wheeler

A/N tysm for the request! ik this might not be exactly what you had in mind but i hope you enjoy either way! <3

unedited

fluff fluff fluff

Despite how easy they stayed in touch, Y/n always found it difficult to be apart from her boyfriend.

After all the strange happenings, Y/n left Hawkins because her mother didn't want her to be part in any more of it.

Mike would give her a call whenever he had the chance, write her a ton of letters, sends her presents in the mail but it just wasn’t the same as getting to see him everyday, getting to hug him and kiss him, feeling those fireworks only Mike wheeler could give her.

She prayed he still felt those fireworks.

On very few occasions her mother would let mike visit her.

She had always thought those friends of yours from Hawkins were a bad influence, especially after the star court incident.

This time however, after months of begging, your mom finally caved and let YOU visit HIM in Hawkins.

To say Y/n was excited was an understatement, she got to see all her old friends and got to stay at her boyfriends house.

Nothing could make her fall break any better.

After that exhausting flight, all she wanted to do was collapse into her boyfriend's arms and get to smell his sweet cologne again.

As soon as her flight landed she rushed to the gate, scanning the crowd for her boyfriend.

And then she saw him.

Holding a sign that said ‘Y/N’ with nicely drawn flowers and hearts- Will must’ve helped him out with it.

He saw her the same time she saw him, throwing the sign aside and rushing towards her- She met him halfway and embraced him in a bear hug as he swept her off her feet, spinning her around a few times as he was just so excited that she was here.

Once they finished their little love fest he put her back down smiling at her warmly.

She then had the chance to look at him closely.

He had changed much since she last saw his face about a year ago; any baby fat had completely vanished, and he now had sharp cheekbones and jawline, thick eyebrows, and faint undereye bags.

But his mullet was the only thing that caused her to gasp.

“Oh wow.” Y/n chuckled as she started to play with the long hairs from the back of his head.

He sighed in content, he’d missed her touch.

“What?” He asked, his smile still not fading.

“Your hair.” She whispered, raking her hands through his long black hair.

He was so lucky, his hair was so thick and healthy- it made her jealous.

“O-Oh,” He nodded then seemed a bit insecure

“Do you like it?” He asked almost shyly.

“Y-Yeah.” She stuttered out, grabbing his face to make him turn his head- so she could see the full cut.

“It really suits you Mike.”

“You think so?“ He blushed, grabbing her hand away from his face so he could look at her again.

“I really do.” She nodded, her fingers combing through his black hair again, a gesture he seemed to enjoy more this time now that he knew she liked it.

“You look badass.”

Mike grinned; the word "badass" had never been used to describe him, but god did he love that she used it.

“Like one of those satan worshippers you see on the news.” She teased then laughed, He laughed along his hands finding their way to her hips.

“Oh wow- just the look I was going for.” He chuckled pulling her close to him.

“You really know how to compliment me.”

She took her hands away from his hair and put them around his neck, smiling up at him.

“I take pride in my ability.”

He sighed,

“You’re such a dork.” he whispered while staring down at her lips.

“A dork that you wanna kiss so bad right now.” She teased, although she was looking at his too.

“You’re right.” He murmured before moving in, kissing her.

Oh yeah. those fireworks are still there.

#mike wheeler fic #mike wheeler fluff #mike wheeler imagine #mike wheeler x you #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard imagine #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard x y/n #richie tozier imagine #richie tozier fanfiction #richie tozier #richie tozier x reader #boris pavlikovsky #trevor spengler

[soulreapin]

#16: a kiss in the rain ! with kl ofc :)

prompt game: asks open!

16: a kiss in the rain.

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“Fuck you, Lance!”

Keith shoves his feet into the shoes closest to him (Lance’s Nike Dunks, but he doesn’t dwell on that,) grabs his keys, and slams their apartment door behind him.

His anger follows him down three flights of stairs and out into the pouring rain. Keith sits down on the sidewalk in front of their apartment building, knees pulled up to his chest.

This is the third time they’d fought this week. Not the playful bantering they’d kept up during highschool, but genuine, tears-in-eyes, white knuckle fighting.

And for the life of him, Keith can’t figure out why. Okay, he can figure it out a little bit. Their bills were due this week, and he found out they hadn’t been paid when the water shut off in the middle of his shower. No big deal, but Keith toddled out into the living room in just a towel and asked about it, only to be snapped at.

So that one is his fault.

The other two…he’s just missing a crucial piece. Just one, like it’s fallen between the couch cushions or something. Lance had been on edge, sleeping less and eating rarely, sitting at their kitchen table every night until Keith went to bed.

Keith sits out in the rain until his hair is soaked and plastered to the back of his neck and he can’t tell between raindrops and hot tears with how hard its pouring. His hands prune up and his t-shirt sticks to his ribs.

“I knew you wouldn’t go far.” Someone says behind Keith.

He looks up and sees Lance standing there, holding a clear umbrella. Keith blinks a few times at him and turns his head away, tucking his chin into his arms.

Lance sits down on the curb next to Keith, sheltering them both from the pouring rain.

“I’m sorry,” Lance starts, looking down at some rivulet in the street. “I have been…really, really mean to you.”

“Understatement of the year.” Keith says with a small, wet laugh. “Tell me why. Please.”

He hates the way his voice wavers when he says that. Lance inhales, “My abuela died last week.”

Oh.

“Lance—“

“No, let me finish, Red.” Lance cuts him off with a hand and a shake of his head. “Just because she died doesn’t mean I had the right to yell at you and be as mean as I was. I was—am—grieving, and I um. Lost sight of what mattered to me. I’m sorry. Can you forgive me?”

Keith is soaking wet. He’s itchy. He’s cold. When he nudges Lance with his shoulder and he glances over, Keith sees his eyes are tear-swollen.

“Always, Blue. It’s me and you, and nothing will ever change that. I told you when we got married that I would be your rock to lean on when the other option was a hard place, and I will never, ever go back on that. Not on my life.” Keith stares directly into Lance’s eyes, throwing as much of his soul behind his words as he can.

Lance glances away to flick tears from his eyes. “Where did I find you? You’re like Mr. Darcy if he had a mullet and more social skills.”

“Same place I found you.” Keith shrugs, leaning in to kiss Lance but stopping short in case he wanted to pull away.

Lance grins and the umbrella slips from his hand, hitting him on the head and then falling onto the sidewalk. “The boyfriend store?”

“Something like that.” Keith says.

They kiss unspectacularly in the rain. There’s water in both of their eyes, both soaked to the bone, but neither of them can find it in the depths of their souls to care. They’ve spent too much time fighting.

A little rain won’t hurt.

#MWAHAH #sorry this is what i got when you said kiss in the rain #i couldnt NOT make it hurt a little #theyre so in love i want to kill myself #soulasks #vld #voltron #keith kogane #vld keith #keith voltron #lance mcclain #klance #vld lance #fanfiction #vld fanfic

[rangoatemybabynsfw]

Gonna start moving some of my twitter threads over here, starting with some Klance of course! So if they seem familiar, it’s likely because you saw them over there haha.

So, thinking about Keith growing his hair out as a Galra culture thing. He asks Kolivan about his long braid, and Kolivan reveals that one grows their braid when they start falling in love with someone and the length of the braid indicates how long you've loved them.

So because Keith is definitely in love (you know who it is, come on) he starts actively growing his hair. No cuts, only the occasional trim of the split ends to keep it healthy. He likes the idea of taking part in his culture this way, showing that he is in love with someone via the length of his hair.

Then one day, Kolivan's braid is gone. It's been cut. Keith is worries about what it means.

Did Kolivan stop loving someone?

Turns out that when a Galra is ready to profess their love, they cut their hair and present the braid as a gift, evidence of how long they've loved their paramour from afar. If they accept it, they become a couple.

It took Kolivan fifteen years to profess his love.

How long will Keith's hair be when he does the same?

Earthside, Lance starts noticing that Keith is taking much better care of his hair, because of course he notices that sort of thing. He’s got great eyesight. Plus, you don't spend your whole life making sure your own hair is perfect and not notice when someone else is doing the same.

It's a good couple of months before Lance asks Keith about it. What's he doing with his hair? Giving up the mullet look? Trying to be the next Kolivan? All in that joking tone that he has.

Keith just sort of half smiles and says "It’s a Galra thing, I'll tell you about it sometime".

But Keith never really does tell him about it. Lance actually finds out about it from another Blade member. That it's tradition to grow out a long braid when one falls in love. Lance doesn't know how to feel about that.

Keith in love?

He feels strange about it. Keith's in love with someone, but he hasn't told anyone about this mysterious person. Not Pidge. Not Hunk. Not even Lance, his right hand man from the war. He thought they were friends.

Lately, when Lance really thinks about it, he gets mad.

Why wouldn't Keith tell him about them? This person Keith’s in love with? Then Lance realizes he's jealous, and he hates it.

Jealousy is such an ugly emotion and Lance has tried to curb that feeling since his younger days. Jealousy is for insecure people, not him. Not anymore. He’s so above that.

Right??

On one of their weekly hangouts Lance stews in it. He can't have fun with everyone because all he can think about is Keith. He imagines that Keith wishes he was somewhere else with his special someone. That he’s only hanging out with the team to placate them and he’d rather be anywhere else.

Lance can’t stand it, and tries to leave early, but he’s followed.

By Keith.

"Hey, you heading out?" Keith calls out, walking over to Lance under the darkening sky. "Ah, the sunset. You didn't want to miss it right?" he guesses.

 "Yeah," Lance lies. 

"Race you to the hill then, last one pays the tab next week," Keith suggests with a smirk.

Lance can't hold his frustration in anymore.

"Keith, what are you even doing here?" Lance asks and the mood drops. Keith's smirk disappears.

"What do you mean?" Keith quirks a brow with a frown. "Am I supposed to be somewhere else?"

Lance clenches his jaw and his fists at his side, trying to contain himself.

"You clearly have someone you're waiting on, why not just...go spend time with them instead of your old war buddies," Lance says bitterly. "It's gotta be more fun than being with us."

"I don't follow," Keith says.

"Damn it, Keith, your hair!" Lance finally exclaims while pointing at the braid over his shoulder. He used to think it was so beautiful and now he only holds contempt for it. "You've been growing it out for a year! Just...give it to them and go live happily ever after already!"

Keith blinks in shock at him, clearly surprised. His eyes lid and avert as he raises a hand to thumb the end of his braid.

"Someone told you about the hair thing?" Keith asks, and Lance nods. "Oh," he hums in understanding. "So you...think it's long enough to be a good offering?

"Are you kidding?! Keith if it were me I'd have taken just a curl!" Lance exclaims then smacks a palm to his mouth in shock. He hadn't meant to say that. "Just...ignore that. And go give your person your love token already! Tired of seeing you flaunt how in love you are..."

It's not true. He's not tired of seeing that. He's just tired of knowing it isn't for him. And with his unintended confession its super obvious how jealous he is of Keith's mystery lover.

He expects Keith to be annoyed, angry, or put off by this conversation, but Keith snorts. Chuckling, Keith walks over to Lance, pulling a blade from his hip. He twirls the knife once, grasps his braid, puts the sharp edge near his neck and flicks out, severing the braid in one unceremonious cut.

The mullet is back and the braid is now in Keith's hand. Lance just stares.

"I didn't mean like...right now," Lance mumbles. "Now you have to carry around a braid all night until--" 

"No, I don't," Keith shakes his head with a easy smile. He extends the braid. "This is for you."

Lance stares flabbergasted. Lance blushes and stammers in shock as he looks at it.

The braid, it was for him? this whole time?

"B-But I thought...and you...but this..." Lance stutters. "R-Really? For me?" he asks and Keith nods.

Lance takes the silken braid that's a mere six inches long but it might as well be six feet. A year's worth of Keith's love. He can't believe it. Lance looks up and Keith's got his own little blush going on with a fond smile.

"So...still want to watch the sunset?" Keith asks.

Lance finally smiles and nods. "You...ever gonna grow it out again?" he  wonders. 

"Only if you want me too," Keith says and snorts. "Don't want you to get sick of me 'flaunting my love' around," he jokes and Lance grimaces in shame.

“Sorry, that was...it was ugly. I...I was so jealous," Lance admits, still shamefaced. "I...actually think...long hair suits you." 

"Then I'll think about it," Keith smirks. "Come on, sharpshooter. Or we'll miss it," he says and takes Lance's hand.

They run hand in hand together up the hill, excited smiles on their faces as they look forward to their future together.

The End <3

#klance #VLD

[kteezy997]

I’m With You-Part Nine// Lee (Bones and All)

Ughhhh this close up is everything. Beautiful and haunting at the same time.

warnings: mention of sex, mention of birth control, cursing

You couldn't believe it had been a year since you had met Lee. It was difficult for you to remember life before him. In a way, it felt like your life had only begun the day you met. You were still madly in love, and it grew bigger and deeper every day. You would still travel and stay at places here and there for a while to save up some money.

Right now, you were nicely settled in a little apartment in Ann Arbor, Michigan. You worked in the university bookstore nearby and Lee did whatever odd jobs he could find. He made decent money doing that, and he was good at a lot of different things: fixing cars, yard work, random construction jobs, things of that nature.

You would both work during the day and spend every evening together. You'd cook together, and watch TV. Lee would make you giggle with his little predictions on how the show would transpire. You would snuggle, always snuggle. And you would make love several times a week. You were so happy.

But when it came to the bad thing that Lee had to do, you didn't want to know anything. He had explained to you that he needed it. His body needed it for nourishment. It was a terrible hereditary disease that he had been cursed with. He hated it and you knew that it wasn't him. He wasn't a bad person. He 'took care' of the bad people. He never did the bad thing to anyone that might be missed.

You started to randomly feel sick one week: headache, vomiting, nausea. You stayed home from work a couple of days, and didn't think much of it, just figuring that it was a bug going around the university or something. You were glad that Lee was still well and could go out and work. He hadn't gotten sick at all.

Then your breasts started to feel tender and sore. It was really strange. You had never experienced that before. And you realized you hadn't had a period this past month. You didn't pay much attention when it didn't come last month, you just thought it was a fluke. You had heard from a doctor once when you were younger that it was not uncommon to go a month without a period. But now you were concerned that you could be pregnant.

When Lee came home that afternoon, you met him in the kitchen. "Hey babe. You feeling better today?" he greeted you, walking over to you. He took your face in his hands, saying, "Poor thing." he pouted. "A little better." you answered. You knew that he wouldn't be mad at you, but you were still nervous to talk to him about this. "That's good. I got some stuff to make soup. It'll help your stomach." he said, taking the grocery bags over to the fridge and putting them away, as well as some pantry items into the cabinet.

You smiled as you watched him being so sweet and domestic. His hair had almost no pink left in it, and it was longer and fuller now, the mullet was gone. You had told him before that you kinda missed his old hair, even though you liked his natural look. He responded by saying that he can change it back anytime.

Lee got out the cutting board and started dicing up some vegetables for the soup. You sat down at your small kitchen table. "Lee, can we talk?" he turned and caught your gaze, "Of course, baby. Is something wrong?" "Um, kinda. I don't think that this is something that's going around. Me being sick, I mean." "Hm." he nodded, "What do you mean? What do you think it is?"

"I think I could be...pregnant." you admitted. Lee suddenly stopped chopping and set the knife down. "Oh." he said, "Oh, shit." "I don't know when it could have happened, I mean, we use a condom every time." you said. "Yeah, y/n, but they're only like ninety-nine percent effective. Fuck, I knew we should have gotten birth control. Jesus." he shook his head and put his hands on his hips, walking away from the food he was previously preparing.

"Are you mad, Lee?" you asked, swallowing the lump that formed in your throat. Lee sighed, "No, honey." he turned toward you and came up to you. Kneeling down in front of you, he said, "Of course I'm not mad. I just thought we were being more careful. I'm just scared, ya know?" You sniffled as you felt tears welling up in your eyes. You nodded, "Yeah."

"Hey, hey. Look here." His hand went to your face, making you look in his eyes. "It's gonna be okay. We'll get you in to see a doctor. You might not even be pregnant, I mean, who knows, right? Let's be sure before we start thinking about anything else, okay?" You nodded and wiped a tear away.

Lee kissed your forehead and stood up, "Okay, I'm gonna make soup for my baby." Lee frowned at his own statement, noticing the unintended irony. “You, I mean, you are my only baby.” He corrected, then turned back to continue chopping vegetables. You giggled at him. You knew that no matter what, as long as you were with him, every thing would be okay.

#timothée chalamet #timmy chalamet #bonesandallfilm #bonesandallfanfiction #timothee x reader #lee bones and all #timothée imagine

[house-of-slayterr]

Marko headcanons? Please 🥺 am in much need of my trash baby cause am much sad

Of course, anything for you my love! I too am experiencing Marko brain rot!

Marko loves pretty things, and by pretty I mean unique. Someone’s style, hair, makeup or lack there of. He notices all that stuff right away. It’s like he’s constantly searching for the next coolest person in town.

Cause we all know Marko is a platonic whore (as well as a regular one) boy could make friends with his eyes closed and his mullet on backwards. He’s just a really charismatic guy!

And that’s when he’d spot you, with your new blue hair! He thinks it’s possible the coolest thing he’s ever seen in his life. Before Paul or David can even tease him, he’s marching on over to you. Determined to at least leave with your number.

He probably uses the cringiest of pick up lines to attempt to flirt. “Are you a parking ticket? Cause you’ve got fine written all over you!” And don’t you for a second think it stops after just one. No, he makes it his mission to find the worst ones just to hear your laugh.

“Do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I walk by again?”

“Feel my shirt, wanna know what it’s made of? Boyfriend material.”

This is your life now. I hope you don’t mind a little golden doodle following around everyone, because you now have your own personal vampire body guard. The only time he’s not with you is when he’s hunting. He wouldn’t want to scare you off, but little does he know it makes him more irresistible.

Prepare for a lot of Paul time. Where on terror twin goes, the other fallows. He probably flirts as well, but Marko cuts him down with well places glares. He loves teasing Marko, and making you blush. So the behaviour again, won’t stop. Not unless Marko asks him too in the moment.

This man will drag you to EVERY concert on the board walk. If they’re selling t-shirts, prepare for a whole new wardrobe! Marko is a master Kleptomaniac. He could steal from five different people before anyone notices. What can I say, he’s got sticking fingers to go with the devious smirk of his.

Dates under the stars! He will fly you to the highest point in the city so y’all can look at stars together. He probably just picks up Chinese and turns it into a little rooftop picnic.

YOUR JACKET! That’s right, you heard me! Marko custom made you a jacket to match his iconic one. He pays attention to bands and colours you like and collected patches for months before gifting it to you. Sometimes you help him see new patches onto both of you jackets.

Dwayne whole heartedly approves of this. You mellow him out a Little. He’s not like a kid who’s on a sugar high, and claustrophobic, always needed to be on the move anymore. He doesn’t care how much you weigh, he’s content to have you sit on his lap. He’s a vampire after all, you weigh nothing to him. Get you a boy who can handle some skin!

David is wearing of you at first. But he sees how happy the two of you are so he lets it happen. But he’s probably had a chat or 100 about Marko turning you. David is impatient and would rather you be a fledgling than a human. Even if like Star and Laddie you don’t want to feed right away, he’d respect that. But he’s much more excepting of you after you turn.

And don’t worry, Marko would make it special. He’d be careful not to hurt you, and make sure everything goes smoothly. He can’t go with you, but Marko gives you an entire day to watch your last sunrise and sunset. He doesn’t want you to feel like you’re missing out by being with him. Please assure him your not, this poor Baby would have his heart broken if he continued to think that.

But you’re living your best life now with the boys, and Marko couldn’t be more proud of you. You’re Marko’s person, and he’s yours. And everyone respects that. Those other people better stay away, cause an angry hungry fledgling is not someone you want to piss off. You kill someone for flirting with Marko, he goes fucking feral.

Don’t expect to be getting any rest anytime soon. He’s keeping you up well I got he morning in that cave. Cue David yelling at Marko for his poor timing, why couldn’t he do this when they weren’t all stuck in the cave for the day.

Marko’s love languages are gift giving. He sees something that reminds him of you, it’s yours now. He’d buy the whole world if he could, but you’ll settle for an ice-cream and the random set of rings he thought would look nice on your fingers. But he’s keeping that one finger empty, so one day he can get you a real nice ring and start your forever together.

An: hope this was what you were looking for! I’m all soft and mushy now 🥺

#marko tlb #marko #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys #vamprie boyfriend #vamprie best friend #foor Drew <3

[silentwillowwhisperer]

Lose You To Love Me

Alright, I finally got a serious one. The title is the song I was listening to on repeat while writing this. It really fits the mood, if you want to give it a listen while reading this. WARNING: Suicide and cursing. (Guys, keep your brain space health please! You need your lovely minds to be safe so you can keep shipping Klance! Stay happy so our gay-bies can stay happy!)

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Keith felt pain when his dad died and left him alone in the world. He was not given the time to grieve.

He felt pain when he was constantly dismissed as the "trouble making kid" throughout his teen years in foster care by disapproving adults and peers. He accepted the title and proved them all right, out of spite.

He felt pain when Shiro, the man who not only vouched for him but also became his older brother, was deemed dead by indifferent superiors. He gave them hell.

He felt pain when he saw Shiro, very much alive, laying on an operating table. It was then when he truly lost all trust in the world.

He felt pain when he realized that the other paladins would rather live without him. It was worse when they finally accepted him, because he knew they would all leave him sooner or later.

He felt only anger when Shiro went missing. Why waste time crying when he could just burn the world down?

He felt pain filling his lungs like tar when he found his mother. His wonderful, horrible, traitorous, runaway mother. She could have been there for him and his father, but she had left. Just like everyone else.

But more than anything, it cut into him like knives when he saw Lance choose someone else over him. Obviously Lance, who deserved so much, would go for the princess. She had everything, and more, that Keith didn't.

He let anger engulf him. He worked hard and stayed on top, letting fury fuel him. Why was he so naïve as to dance in circles around Lance for all this time?

He felt pain when in Allura's last moments, he saw how much she loved Lance. Just as much as Keith did.

Keith was done. No more of this.

You've never seen me. I hope you notice this. But of course you'll just move on. Everyone does. I thought if I let go of you, I would finally be able to live with myself. That was a whole fucking load of crap. For what it's worth, I've loved you since the day I first laid eyes on you. -Mullet

It was put safely in one of Lance's books the next day. He would find it soon.

Keith lifted the dagger with shaking hands. It was only fitting that he used the Marmora blade for this. The knife had already killed him in so many other ways. It should be the one to finish the job. Well, isn't that funny? Just another Kogane leaving everyone else behind.

He faintly heard the door to his deserted shack slam open and a yell of, "Keith! Please don't! Wait!"

Keith pushed his blade down into his chest, missing his heart very slightly. It would still do its job, he would just bleed out eventually.

He crumpled to the ground. A couple seconds later, he saw a shadow blocking the light from his door way. A hollow, husky voice whispered his name. "Keith. W-what have you done? What have I done?"

Strong, tan arms wrapped around his thin frame. Lance. He came.

"Oh god, Keith. You're bleeding so much. Don't do this to me. Please."

Keith felt Lance bury his face in his hair, sobbing softly.

"I'm so sorry. I loved you too, you know. I still do. It's almost ironic how much time I spent watching you, only to completely missed. I thought I had moved on. But I never did, Samurai. NEVER."

Suddenly Lance was yelling about how much he loved him, and how horrible Keith was to do this, and how everyone would be heartbroken, and anything in between. Keith accepted it. If his last moments had to be Lance screaming bloody murder at him, then so be it. At least Lance was finally here.

He saw black spots swim through his vision. "Lance," he croaked.

Lance snapped his head towards him so fast he gave himself whiplash.

"NO! NO NO NO no No no NO no no no no no no..."

The steady stream of words slipped from Lance's lips. The arms around Keith squezed tighter.

"Huh. I guess it worked. You see me. That's all I ever wanted."

Both of them had tears slipping down their faces now. Keith smiled weakly.

"Catch you later, Sharpshooter..."

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Oof. My heart hurts. The song makes it hurt more. Dang it. Anyway, part 2 anyone?

#klance #angst #voltron legendary defender #vld #sad ending #sobbing #sharpshooter #samurai (nickname) #Lance crapped up #keith kogane #lance mcclain #just leave allura #lance crapped up #tawny post

[unohanabbygirl]

Thread on the hairstyles of everyone in FMN because why not?

Starting off strong (get it?) we have Jace who’ve I’ve granted grace and given a nice standard haircut. Anything too short is a no for him and mullets give the guy war flashbacks so this is his comfort look.

Out of all the Stark men his hair is the least curly, more wavy than anything but if he grew it out there would be a lot more bounce to it. Thankfully he’s kept up with the family tradition and decided to retain some nice length. Whenever Baela’s board she cornrows it just to see how red his scalp will turn from irritation.

One time she posted her work to twitter but made sure to let everyone know he’s legally biracial so it’s fine.

Next in we have baby Joffrey who’s hair is the curliest out of both his brothers plus Harwin. Its got some natural highlights and is very bouncy. The kid loves his hair even though he likes to act as if it’s whatever and hides the dozens of haircare products beneath the bathroom sink. He’s a shea-moister and curling cream junkie but don’t let him hear you say it because he’ll deny, deny, deny and insist his hair just looks like that fresh out of bed. Not his fault he’s gods favorite.

One time he posted a thirst trap to his story while his hair was wet as he was straight out of the shower because he finally added a girl he’d been crushing on to his close friends. Sadly, he forgot his sister’s were in his close friends as well which led to him getting screen shotted and made fun of 😔

Mama Rhaenyra! Ugh, her hair is everything, very reminiscent of the stereotypical 90’s bombshell. Think Anna Nicole Smith but Pamala Anderson whenever she goes for an updo.

Nyra keeps her hair around shoulder length but will grow it out a few inches in the winter/fall before going back to the salon to get some length cut off because she misses the bob. Loves hairspray like its her best friend and thinks dry shampoo is the holy grail of all hair products. The love this woman has for her hair was passed on through Joffrey and everyone knows it.

She’ll cry and be down in the dumps for the rest of the day if her salon trip leaves her with harsher layers than she wanted (me too babes, me too)

Rhaena said she was serving cunt once after getting some minor highlights + a blowout and hasn’t stopped smiling since.

Laena! What can I say? She’s a simple woman.

Her hair is always giving effortless but takes a bunch of time and heavy maintenance. Its the perfect combo between that messy running across the beach look while still very glamorous. She isn’t big on big brands or factory made products like some people… so her main hair care items are water based, all natural things like olive oil and rice water, and only applies heat every once in a blue moon. The last time an actual hair dryer ever touched her hair was when the twins were still in middle school.

Very simple woman when it comes to styles, likes a pretty low bun with a few strands pulled in front of her face and if she’s feeling adventurous will clip on a faux bang that she styled to match her hair since she’s too afraid to commit to cutting real ones. (Again, me too.)

Baela is my favorite because I’m a sucker for women with short hair. No woman has ever looked ugly with short hair and thats that.

Baela has never cared for long hair mainly because she’s a sports girl so its very hot. Plus she can’t keep a hair tie for shit, you could buy her a pack of 100 elastic hair ties and they’d all go missing in a month tops. Another reason she rather keep it shaved down is because its not as much hassle, however she’ll have her moments where she chooses to grow it out because she loves the 90’s Halle Berry and Nia Long vibe that comes with short hair on the longer side when its all styled up.

Currently her hair looks closer to the style on the left but will prob go back to something similar to the cut on the right soon.

Gonna make a part two and three because I can’t add more pictures 😭

[alarrytale]

Nah, imo it’s only the short hair doing the trick covering his temples much better than long hair, he hadn’t done anything with his hair. If you check photos from Saturday (umbrogate 3.0), you can see that his hairline looks exactly the same. The only thing that confuses me is that his hair is same length for like 2 months so it looks like he keeps this short-haired hairstyle rather than growing his hair. Plus on the photo with those 2 ballet dancers it looks like he’s growing a mullet which would be suprise (and I’m quite sure if he’s really going for this hairstyle, it will immediately become 2024 hottest hair trend).

Oh and the way H’s touching male dancer’s shoulder instead of female, it gave me some larry flashbacks. Like tell me it’s just a coincidence lol.

Hi, anon!

Let me love you. Yes, i very much agree.

I think his hair is growing, but it much more noticable when it first start to grow back, then after some months. He might have cut it a bit too, because he's in the awkward grow out phase where he needs to cut the sides a bit while the top grows out more and he needs the length in the back. It does look a bit like a mullet (*shudders*), the hairstyle looks very spikey right now. I miss his curls.

#harry hair #harry image #bald harry for ts #i'm still tagging that for you bald phobia anon

[baekhvuns]

But I like my shy yet funny boys and Yeosang is the epitome of both. Also, blonde mullet? Yeah say no more! I've been looking at Mingi since ZFP3 era 👀 ngl, but it's not enough to break me. I think at this point it's like this Seonghwa ult aka number one in my heart, Hongjoong and San second biases and Yeosang as a wrecker? Tbh recently except Hwa tunnel vision (because it's a given) I've been more into Yeosang, though Hongcruella made me lose my mind, so yeah it all depends on their hair I guess 😭😭😭😭 you have a nice hairstyle? I'm looking. You cut your hair or dye it black? I'm looking away. This is Strictland and I make the rules

Truly on top of being perfect at everything Seonghwa also needs to be good with words, fucking poet I swear. Okay poet or just writer Hwa fic, think about it 🤗 aaaaand Hwa airport model moment jesssusssssss stop my guy

Good for you, I guess you get free holidays! Though I know some places were temporarily shut down in the UK and people aren't happy cause they won't get paid 🤡 my friend travelled from Ireland to see Arsenal in match, but the PL matches were postponed... great birthday. At least Lizzie died so as an Irish that's a win lmao. I love Paddington, but I can't tolerate this I'm sorry my bear

Thought your banner said "pink Seonghwa over there"...... well in that case I'm pretending not to see you 🙈

Glad my simping is entertaining to you! Jae Young's character can't be worse than in Reflection of You and I still tried to excuse his behaviour then I was like "girl, get up I know he's hot and pathetic so a perfect guy basically, but that's not it". I consumed a lot of photos of this man (yes, I ate them) wanna bet when he's gonna show up in my dream? Also why does he look lowkey like Yuta with long hair?

Communicates in emails like a boomer. Okkkk

Yes, idk what was going on with Hongjoong's hair recently, but now he went black wtf is this behaviour, sighhhhhh. My Hyunlix have black hair rn, it's still hard to digest Felix with black hair he looks like an imposter, Hyunjin is fine if his hair is long, still though the comeback is near so I'm anticipating changes

I have Wotakoi mangas, though I only read 6 volumes I think. The story is so different and funny. Have you watched the following ones: Spice and Wolf, Kaguya-sama Love is War, Snow White with the Red Hair, Ao Haru Ride, Yona of the Dawn, Kimi no Todoke, Golden Time, A Silent Voice? I recently bought these two mangas

I asked some people and saw some shit went down in BM 😭 now I'm scared. I'm planning on catching up on some stuff with a friend, maybe soon. But I need more wholesome things in my life

"that one race he wins after losing himself, going thru so much training and almost quitting and having a character development" and if I LOSE my mind miss Baek then what???

Okay but Seonghwa in a fic like this not to be an unstable noona but 🤧🤧🤧🤧

There's this one video from last year and I was convinced Hongjoong was Seonghwa, see Hongjoong with black hair messes us up, he needs to change

"gay sexy comic relief: congrats! ur the fan favourite. hope you find a way to deal with your bottomless pit of worthlessness. (character egs - klaus hargreeves, chandler bing, nymphadora tonks)" and u?

Do this stupid thing, haha - DV 💖

hi helloo!!

But I like my shy yet funny boys and Yeosang is the epitome of both. Also, blonde mullet? Yeah say no more! I've been looking at Mingi since ZFP3 era 👀 ngl, but it's not enough to break me. I think at this point it's like this Seonghwa ult aka number one in my heart, Hongjoong and San second biases and Yeosang as a wrecker? Tbh recently except Hwa tunnel vision (because it's a given) I've been more into Yeosang, though Hongcruella made me lose my mind, so yeah it all depends on their hair I guess 😭😭😭😭 you have a nice hairstyle? I'm looking. You cut your hair or dye it black? I'm looking away. This is Strictland and I make the rules

no u so right, yeosang funniest ateez member but he's also so cute with that cheeky smile 😭😭😭😭 KEEP UR EYES AT MINGI IM THINKING SOMETHING HGGJHJRGJ hwa's tunnel vision has been making me look a yunho very disrespectfully gjkrghnkj,,, LMFAOOOO U DECIDE UR BIAS ON THE HAIR COLOUR 😭😭😭😭

Truly on top of being perfect at everything Seonghwa also needs to be good with words, fucking poet I swear. Okay poet or just writer Hwa fic, think about it 🤗 aaaaand Hwa airport model moment jesssusssssss stop my guy

YOOOO A POT EXACTLY THIS GUY FGHGK I WONT BE SURPISED IF HE'S WRITTEN FICS OR STORIES 😭😭😭😭 writer seonghwa x writer au ????? I LITERALLY AVOID LOOKING AT HIS AIRPORT PICTURES BC I M GONNA CATCH THE FEELING WORD

Good for you, I guess you get free holidays! Though I know some places were temporarily shut down in the UK and people aren't happy cause they won't get paid 🤡 my friend travelled from Ireland to see Arsenal in match, but the PL matches were postponed... great birthday. At least Lizzie died so as an Irish that's a win lmao. I love Paddington, but I can't tolerate this I'm sorry my bear

just one 😭😭 OH AINT NO WAY NO PAY?? DAMNN LIZZIE TOOK THAT RIGHT TOO 😭😭😭😭 nOOOOOOO PLS THATS SO SAD NAURR POOR GIRLIE

Thought your banner said "pink Seonghwa over there"...... well in that case I'm pretending not to see you 🙈

HEY HEY HEY PLS I JUST WANNA ROB THE PINK HWA PC PEACEFULLY

Glad my simping is entertaining to you! Jae Young's character can't be worse than in Reflection of You and I still tried to excuse his behaviour then I was like "girl, get up I know he's hot and pathetic so a perfect guy basically, but that's not it". I consumed a lot of photos of this man (yes, I ate them) wanna bet when he's gonna show up in my dream? Also why does he look lowkey like Yuta with long hair?

IT REALLY DID 😭😭😭😭 DFSJDGHVG TRIED TO EXCUSE HIS BEHAVIOUR 😭😭😭😭 im about to consume jaeyoung's photos right now actually, its sick how he has those insane edits b,,,, iM SORRY YUTA???? U JUST- IM NO HE KINDA DOES

Communicates in emails like a boomer. Okkkk

a very expensive uber im assunming? pls book an appointment with him soon ☺️

Yes, idk what was going on with Hongjoong's hair recently, but now he went black wtf is this behaviour, sighhhhhh. My Hyunlix have black hair rn, it's still hard to digest Felix with black hair he looks like an imposter, Hyunjin is fine if his hair is long, still though the comeback is near so I'm anticipating changes

LMFAOOOO BLACK HAIRED HONG FOR TOUR IM ASSUMING BC THIS ONE HAS ME, if he does not go sliver im unstanning hoongjooong. LIKE AN IMPOSTER PLS FHEWBFKCG felix tho looks so good with the blond,, the black on him is the definition of emo,,,

I have Wotakoi mangas, though I only read 6 volumes I think. The story is so different and funny. Have you watched the following ones: Spice and Wolf, Kaguya-sama Love is War, Snow White with the Red Hair, Ao Haru Ride, Yona of the Dawn, Kimi no Todoke, Golden Time, A Silent Voice? I recently bought these two mangas

THE WAY I LET OUT A SCREAM AT THE SNOW WHITER AND RED HAIR STOP STOP STOP THE MEMORIES WASHED IN STOPPPPP I HAD THE FATTEST FASTTEST CRUSH ON ZEN CRYING , YES KIMI NO TODOKE SILENT VOICE SPICE AND WOLD STOPPPP AP HARU RIDE IM SOBBING RIGHT NOW

I asked some people and saw some shit went down in BM 😭 now I'm scared. I'm planning on catching up on some stuff with a friend, maybe soon. But I need more wholesome things in my life

some shit??,, the whole world collapsed,, today's the new wp and im so scared to watch i just want a happy ending 😭😭😭😭 YES PLS DO CATCH UP U WOULD BE SO SHOCKED

"that one race he wins after losing himself, going thru so much training and almost quitting and having a character development" and if I LOSE my mind miss Baek then what???

<3333 if u lose urmind thenthat means i have to write <3 hear me out, a ex sports person reader who was falsely accused and had to quit, hwa finds reader and begs to be trained by her boom,, this hwa in it

Okay but Seonghwa in a fic like this not to be an unstable noona but 🤧🤧🤧🤧

IM GONNA D WORD RIGHT NOW MISS MAAM DV ANON

There's this one video from last year and I was convinced Hongjoong was Seonghwa, see Hongjoong with black hair messes us up, he needs to change

hongjoong seonghwa twins atp, boyfriends whi look alike u start to dress them alike too.... smelling a poly au

"gay sexy comic relief: congrats! ur the fan favourite. hope you find a way to deal with your bottomless pit of worthlessness. (character egs - klaus hargreeves, chandler bing, nymphadora tonks)" and u?

Do this stupid thing, haha - DV 💖

CURSE DSFBHJRF HOW ABOUT U

ok bestie have u heard bp’s album yet? any favourite tracks? the happiest girl is >>>

…thoughts 🧍🏻‍♀️

😭😭😭???

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

[strawbearisamu]

dialogues: cutting his hair

timeskip! husband! miya atsumu, kuroo tetsurō & sakusa kiyoomi x gn! reader

summary: you may be criminally a little incompetent at cutting your husband’s hair

note: this is mostly dialogue! also slight mentions of the office characters in atsumu's

miya atsumu

"are you sure you know what you're doin'?" he pursed his lips .

"tsumu, honey, i'm basically a professional." you peered down at him, patting his head.

"well at least i’ll be able to try out some of the new hats i bought," he mumbled.

“hey! you would think my husband would have a little faith in his life partner?" you playfully nudged his arm.

"ouch, fine. but if this doesn't go well we're not doing night smooches anymore."

"and we're gonna pretend those smooches aren't for you now?" you scoffed and atsumu huffed in indignation.

the mirror conveniently placed directly across the two of you, you tried a few ways of styling his hair.

"it's my usual undercut sweetie, it doesn't need much thought" he said desperately hoping his words would cut through any "ideas" you might've been having.

"maybe we can try a mullet." you said to yourself completely ignoring him.

"BABE NEVER, you won't do that to me, right?" you felt a death grip on your forearm, atsumu pouting up at you like a little puppy.

"i would never tsumu, your hair's not long enough for that anyway," you tugged his cheek as he sighed in relief.

"hmm...i'll tell you what, how about the jim?" you stand back, trying to envision it.

"oo that sounds fancy, what's that?" he cocks his head at your reflection.

"you know, from the office."

"BABE WHY DO YOU HATE ME. i'm gonna be all ugly then, and you're gonna leave me!"

"you're ugly now and i'm still with you." you joked cheekily, atsumu missing the humour completely as his face contorts into one of pure horror. "calm down tsumu, i was only joking, you're terrifyingly handsome okay?"

he gave you a pouty nod.

"okay but i have to say it...the dwight?"

"BABE, just a simple undercut," he pleaded.

"but it could be hot though," atsumu sighed, it was gonna be a long night.

kuroo tetsurō

"tsurō," you whined, eyeing his hair and whatever shape it was supposed to be, "i have no idea how to even begin."

"babe you'll do fine just make it shorter."

"the brilliant tetsurō strikes again,” you rolled your eyes, “your hair is honestly rocking but i cannot even fathom how your usual guy approaches this...this bird's nest."

"excuse me? honey did you just call my hair a bird's nest?"

"in the best, most loving way possible tsurō." you gave him a little kiss on his temple.

"this is my everest, i was born for the sole purpose of taking this on,” 20 minutes later you’re still trying to decipher the puzzle that was kuroo’s hair.

"babe you're being dramatic... NO oh my god y/n, that's not how you do it," kuroo frantically stopping you as you tried to chop a good 3/4 of his bangs off.

a wave of relief washing over him as he strokes his bangs, "almost lost you buddy, don't worry. i got you."

"who's being dramatic now tsurō," you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you begin searching your little bag. "aha!" an unsettlingly wide grin gracing your face as you pull out the special tool you got just for this occasion. excitedly, you turn on the electric razor right next to his ear, the roaring sound of the razor echoing the bathroom.

"OH MY GOD," he frantically leaned backward, raising his hands in submission, "babe you are a literal hazard."

"c'mon tsurō don't be such a baby, you love me don't you?" you pout turning off the razor.

"of course babe." his expression softens, thumbs brushing small circles on your cheek.

"you trust me don't you?"

"intrinsically." he smiles, putting a hand on his heart.

"alright then," with a flip of the switch the razor came roaring back to life. kuroo gulped, closing his eyes before uttering, "do you worst," if he’s going to go down, he was going down a dauntless soldier.

---

"BABE WHY IS THERE A BALD SPOT

sakusa kiyoomi

all 6'4 of sakusa was squeezed into your little bathtub, squirming a little under your gaze, hands resting on his knees, eyebrows furrowed, a slight pout gracing his features.

you couldn't help but giggle at the sight of your adorable husband, smushing his cheeks between your palms as he glared at you. "you're so cute omi."

"i'm not." he mutters, the flush in his cheeks giving him away too easily.

"mhmm, so how do i start..." you fingered his curls, getting a little lost in the task as you fluffed and ruffled them, flipping them from side to side, switching up the angles, buying yourself time to play with his hair.

"are you just playing with my hair now," kiyoomi said a little amused as he watched you pace around him.

"no way," you chuckled as he rolled his eyes, smiling at you nevertheless.

"now don't move," you said, snipping the air twice with your trusty craft scissors. "lets get to work."

"WHY ARE YOU USING CRAFT SCISSORS."

---

"there! all done and it’s not half bad."

"it could be...good?” kiyoomi eyed himself, “thanks babe,” he kissed you on the nose before trying to get up.

"WAIT,” you push his shoulders back down, “don't move, it’s time to wash the hair kiyoomi. hey! don't snarl at me now...you’re not a cat!"

sol's comments: ngl i cut my bangs w craft scissors too

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[variousqueerthings]

@pohjanneito okay so somethingsomething johnny and hair touches, bit of soft angst, whole lotta fluff, little bit of sex

JOHNNY

1.

Who's ever played with his hair before? his mom used to card her fingers through it, but that's so long ago he can't even really remember the feeling of it.

Girlfriends seemed to like it. Back in the late 80s it was long enough to be called a mullet and man did that drive the chicks wild. He misses the days when he didn't have to talk to anyone much, they'd just see how you looked at them and go for you.

That wasn't so much playing as rough pulling though, which was good as well, but you couldn't call it soft.

He's still got that golden hair of course, but suddenly it's not really enough (and if you squint you can tell it's going a bit gray on the temples). Like everything else about him, it's kinda faded like a shitty picture. Man, being an adult sucks. Just years and years of missing out on the memo on how to do things, and in this case it's apparently how to talk to a person. He hadn't realized there was a sell-by date on when people stopped noticing you and you had to try to make yourself interesting somehow.

Still got those golden locks.

Well, someone noticed him.

2.

Once upon a time Johnny would've thought that everything Daniel said to him or did to him was out of some kind of fucked up power play, haha look at me, I've got a hot wife and my kids love me, and I get laid on the daily, and I look like I'm twenty years younger than you, and the only thing you've got left is your blonde hair and your dumb attitude...

In hindsight, having someone comment on your hair like that after seeing them again for the first time in thirty years should've been a giveaway that maybe Daniel just thought he was hot...

3.

Obviously, later, he figured it out.

And the hair thing, well...

4.

So first of all, Johnny does not purr. He doesn't fucking- he doesn't- he doesn't whine! Got it?

He'll allow that maybe nobody has done this to him before, and that maybe he drooled into LaRusso's lap (it's "LaRusso" because he's being smug -- "Daniel" is only for when he's not an asshole), and maybe he fell asleep for a hot second.

Does... does that happen to people? Is that normal? His body feels like a fucking noodle, but in a good way... like a post-workout or post-sex kinda drowsy, but the only thing that happened was LaRusso petting and running his hands through and scratching and -- occasionally, but not enough -- pulling lightly at his hair, while they were watching a movie, and somehow Johnny ended up going from lying against his shoulder to knocking right out in his lap.

And the whole time he didn't stop touching and playing and... what a dick.

There might have been some noises. But not a fucking purr or a whine! Daniel!

-

DANIEL

1.

Johnny whines.

Daniel is never going to be the same.

Johnny reacted like he got all of his strings cut, just from Daniel's fingers threading through his hair.

It reminds Daniel that when they were teenagers he was kinda surprised that Big Bad Lawrence had such a soft, high voice.

2.

When they've had sex, Johnny's been kinda quiet so far.

Daniel didn't know what to expect, but the quiet's been... well, okay, he's been used to Amanda and she's always been vocal about what she wants and when she likes it. Johnny sorta... screws his eyes shut and breathes heavily and bites his lip and... well, he's into it, obviously. And Daniel likes seeing him go red all the way down his torso (which, so far, he's noticed he does when angry, when embarrassed, and delightfully when turned on and teased... and when fucking).

He's into it, clearly, in his own way, but Daniel's been thinking okay, I know you Johnny, you're kind of macho and maybe you don't like thinking about being with a guy, but this is pretty new to me too, it's not like I've had a million partners, and I'm not that secure either -- and a million other thoughts that have been building inside of him and will probably explode at some point in future in a very unhelpful way, but if he could avoid that...

Yeah, yeah Johnny, it was a manly moan... (he'll allow him that for now. Secede the battle, win the war).

3.

It's an easy plan.

Getting Johnny naked was never a problem, once he understood that they were in a scenario in which getting naked meant getting him off, and Daniel getting naked as well.

Johnny's easy to please like that.

And it's not a problem either, once he's stroking his dick, to slide his other hand into his hair and thread it through his fingers.

And after that, Johnny just goes along with however Daniel manipulates him, but he shows some mercy and guides his head to his shoulder, so Johnny can make all his pretty, high little noises without too much shame. Tries alternating between soft twists and tugs, presses his mouth to the beautiful touch of grey on his temple and murmurs I've got you. Every new thing draws something out bit by bit, like he's trying to pry open a stubborn lock.

4.

He keeps on after Johnny comes, until he's shaking. The sounds flow out now, barely needing a touch, but maybe Daniel's not so merciful after all...

5.

Once he's lain them both down without saying anything about Johnny's wet cheeks, he keeps playing with his golden locks until long after he's fallen asleep.

#lawrusso #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #my johnny crying from overstimulation crusade continues #i have not checked through this and it's late but the sentiment is all there!