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EDDIE MUNSON

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                                  EDDIE  DID  REMEMBER  WHEN  RONNIE  SAID  SHE  WANTED  to  get  out  of  hawkins  ,  even  if  was  for  just  a  day  and  eddie  did  understand  that  better  than  anyone.  this  town  could  get  be  suffocation  at  times  and  he  didn’t  blame  her  for  needing  a  break  ,  especially  with  working  two  jobs  ,  but  with  tori  in  the  picture  it  was  quiet  hard  to  plan  something  that  was  appropriate  and  wouldn’t  end  up  with  him  getting  scolded  at.  especially  when  most  of  his  weekends  were  spent  with  band  practice  or  with  deals  and  parties  outside  of  hawkins.  all  places  tori  shouldn’t  be  and  then  he  came  up  with  this  stupid  idea  of  an  amusement  park.  it  was  an  one  and  a  half  hour  drive  ,  but  he  would  take  it  upon  him  in  order  not  to  only  make  ronnie  happy  ,  but  tori  as  well.  and  they  all  could  see  something  different  ,  so  he  gathered  all  the  money  he  could  (  and  maybe  he  had  charged  some  of  his  newer  clients  with  more  money..  )  in  order  to  make  this  day  trip  happening.  of  course  he  hadn’t  told  ronnie  nor  her  sister  until  it  was  a  day  before.  it  didn’t  take  much  for  him  to  convince  them  both  that  it  would  be  a  fun  experience  ,  that  he’d  be  the  one  making  sure  they  were  having  a  good  time.  the  ride  over  the  highway  took  longer  than  expected  the  next  day  ,  but  it  was  worth  it.  eddie  just  knew  it  and  when  he  saw  the  big  eyes  of  tori  he  just  knew  it  was  truly  worth  it.  his  arm  draped  around  ronnies  shoulder  as  they  started  to  walk  around  and  he  pursed  his  lips  as  a  small  grin  perked  up  on  the  corner  of  his  lips.  „  you  know.  you  can  thank  me  later  for  this  amazing  idea  i  had.  like  when  we’re  alone.  “  ,  he  teased  slightly.

RONNIE   COULDN'T   REMEMBER   A   TIME   WHEN   HER   PARENTS   had   taken   her   and   Tori   anywhere.   Never   to   the   playground   or   the   circus,   never   to   a   carnival   or   to   the   movies.   She   realized   as   she   got   older   that   her   parents   had   been   dirt   poor,   but   their   lack   of   care   for   their   daughters   costed   nothing.   So   she   was   surprised   when   Eddie   showed   up   at   her   house   early   in   the   morning   and   told   her   he   had   a   surprise   for   her   and   Tori.   The   three   of   them   piled   into   the   van   and   were   on   the   road   before   nine   o'clock   rolled   around.   The   whole   way   there   they   pestered   @shatterxdsouls   to   tell   them   where   they   were   going   but   he   wouldn't   budge.   It   wasn't   until   they   reached   the   parking   lot   of   the   state   fair   just   outside   of   Indianapolis   that   it   dawned   on   Ronnie   what   the   surprise   was.   Neither   of   the   girls   had   been   to   the   state   fair   before   and   she   was   thrilled   to   be   able   to   share   this   with   her   sister   and   Eddie.   She   knew   it   was   going   to   be   expensive;   however,   and   she   couldn't   let   Eddie   pay   for   the   entire   day.   They   argued   over   who   would   buy   their   wrist   bands   for   the   day,   and   eventually   Ronnie   relented   with   the   condition   that   she   bought   food   and   drinks   throughout   the   day.   She   had   money   of   her   own   but   appreciated   that   her   boyfriend   wanted   to   treat   her   and   Tori   to   a   nice   day.   

The   blue-haired   girl   laughed,   leaning   into   her   boyfriend   as   he   joked   about   thanking   him   later.   She   cocked   an   eyebrow   at   him,   nudging   him   in   the   ribs   playfully   as   they   walked   a   few   paces   behind   Tori.   ❝   Oh,   you   think   you   should   get   lucky   because   you   decided   to   take   us   out   for   the   day?   ❞   she   teased.   Not   that   she   wasn't   planning   on   doing   exactly   that.   Ronnie   wrapped   her   arm   around   Eddie's   waist   as   they   walked,   Tori   stopping   in   the   middle   of   the   thoroughfare   as   she   tried   to   decide   which   game   she   wanted   to   play   first,   or   what   ride   she   wanted   to   get   on   first.   The   choice   was   completely   up   to   her   because   Ronnie   knew   this   meant   so   much   to   her   little   sister.   Despite   Tori   being   a   teenager   now,   there   was   a   brightness   to   her   eyes   that   wasn't   usually   there.   Ronnie   felt   bad   for   all   the   things   her   sister   had   missed   out   on   because   of   their   shitty   parents.   

As   she   played   a   game,   Ronnie   turned   to   her   boyfriend   and   wrapped   her   arms   about   his   waist.   She   lifted   herself   onto   her   toes   and   kissed   him   gently.   ❝   Thank   you   for   doing   this   for   us,   ❞   she   said   softly.   ❝   You   have   no   idea   how   much   it   means   to   me.   Not   just   bringing   us   here   but   that   you're   so   willing   to   spend   time   with   Tori.   I   can't   begin   to   explain   how   much   that   makes   my   heart   smile.   ❞

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- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ [Chrissy Cunningham] ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ @tobedisastrous·

THERE WERE THINGS THAT THEY DIDNT TALK ABOUT, things that were kept close to their chests in hopes that it would never ruin what little reprieve they had together. it was easier to act like it didnt exist, sweeping it back under the rug where it belonged. she didnt ask about his bruises, he didnt ask about her relationship with food. it worked for them, for her. yet the moment that she had opened the door, seeing the blood and the barely contained tears … the illusion was broken, shattered with the brunt of reality. even as he sat on the edge of her tub in the meticulously pristine bathroom, she felt like apologizing for intruding, for peering behind the curtain of billy hargrove.  “ —sorry, ” she mumbled. if it was for the pain she caused him or her own inner thoughts, she wasnt sure. her heart hurt for him, aching and clenching in her chest. billy wasnt just her escape, he was her strength. she could never be so bold or honest, so unabashedly herself like he was. and despite all the rumors, he made her feel safe. safer than she ever felt with jason or her own family. seeing him like this didnt change anything except now it felt like she had let him down. she wanted to do more than just cleaning him up. she wanted to make it better but she couldnt. her own self loathing crept back, making her feel sick.  “ my parents wont be back until monday night … you should stay here, ” she said softly. one hand cradled the unmarred side of his face while the other tapped a cotton pad gently against the cut. her gaze found his and she felt like she would drown in all the emotions in those baby blues. she leaned down from where she stood in front of him, pressing a kiss to his forehead, afraid of what would come out of her mouth. she took a step back to fish out a clean bandaid. it was a little big but it would cover it at least.  she turned back to him, nimble fingers opening the paper slip off the bandaid. she opened her mouth then closed it before trying again. “ you can talk to me, you know. if you want to. you dont have to tell me everything and i know i cant really help but i want to and i— ” she was rambling. blue eyes looked up from her task to meet his own. he had no idea how much he meant to her, how much he had saved her from falling deeper into her own insecurity. she was always afraid, walking a fine line with everyone because the alternative was to be alone. not with him though. in a small voice, she mumbled “ i want you to feel safe, like i feel with you. ” 

                              THEY   VERY   IDEA   OF   REVEALING   ANY   OF   HIS   SECRETS   made   him   want   to   recoil.   It   ignited   his   fight   or   flight   instinct,   and   he   normally   chose   flight   when   confronted   with   the   truth.   He   survives   on   anger   and   self-deprecating   humor,   laughing   to   himself   when   he   remembers   all   the   people   in   his   life   who   failed   to   protect   him   as   a   child;   his   mother,   his   teachers,   parents   of   friends.   Neil   Hargrove   didn't   always   hit   Billy   in   places   that   could   be   easily   hidden,   and   yet   no   one   ever   questioned   it   when   he   was   twelve   years   old   and   showed   up   to   class   with   a   bruised   jaw   and   split   lip.   He'd   learned   he   could   only   rely   on   himself   but   the   fear   his   father   had   instilled   in   him   remained.   He   didn't   know   how   to   break   the   loop   he   found   himself   in.   He   wasn't   even   sure   it   was   possible.   There's   a   part   of   him,   deep   in   the   recesses   of   his   mind,   that's   simply   waiting   for   the   day   his   father   finally   kills   him.   He'd   welcome   it   because   it's   never   something   he   had   the   courage   to   do   on   his   own,   no   matter   how   many   times   he's   thought   about   it.   The   fantasies   of   driving   his   car   into   a   tree,   or   knocking   back   a   bottle   of   pills   and   chasing   it   with   a   bottle   of   liquor   have   been   many.   He's   always   chickened   out,   though.   

Azure   hues   flick   up   to   the   girl   before   him   when   she   apologizes,   though   Billy's   not   sure   what   she's   apologizing   for.   He   only   nods   when   she   suggests   he   stay   there   for   the   weekend   since   her   parents   are   gone.   He   usually   gets   about   three   days   before   Neil   sends   the   cops   out   looking   for   him.   He's   close   to   turning   eighteen,   and   yet   it   feels   so   far   away.   Once   he's   legally   an   adult   he   never   has   to   go   back.   It   can't   come   soon   enough.   The   ache   in   his   chest   only   grows   when   Chrissy   kisses   his   forehead   and   he   draws   in   a   slow   breath.   He   doesn't   deserve   her   kindness,   doesn't   deserve   her   affeciton   or   her   love.   Billy   has   destroyed   everything   he's   ever   touched   and   he's   sure   she'll   be   no   exception.   But   he's   selfish   and   he   won't   leave   because   he   craves   her   comfort   too   much.   

She   applied   the   bandage   to   his   face   and   he   muttered   a   soft   'thanks'.   Then   he   reached   for   her   wrist   so   he   could   bring   her   palm   to   his   cheek   once   more.   He   closed   his   eyes,   turning   his   face   into   her   hand   so   he   can   kiss   the   lined   skin.   Her   words   touch   something   deep   inside   of   him,   shakes   him   to   his   core,   and   for   a   long   moment   he   didn't   reply.   Billy   didn't   know   how   to   respond   or   what   to   say.   His   emotions   were   all   over   the   place,   and   he   was   still   caught   between   the   place   of   wanting   to   run   and   wanting   to   stay.   ❝   I   know,   ❞   he   said   finally.   ❝   This   is   help   enough.   Just   you   being   here,   patching   me   up   and   letting   me   stay.   That's   enough.   ❞   

Billy   stood   from   the   edge   of   the   bathtub   and   slid   his   arms   around   her   waist,   pulling   her   small   body   against   his   own.   He   bends   to   nuzzle   into   her   neck,   his   voice   soft   when   he   spoke.   ❝   Can   we   just...can   we   not   talk   about   it   tonight?   ❞   he   asked.   He   knew   it   was   a   conversation   they   were   going   to   have   to   have   now   that   the   proverbial   cat   was   out   of   the   bag.   It   made   him   sick   to   think   that   Chrissy   was   going   to   learn   all   the   parts   of   him   he   attempted   to   hide   from   everyone   around   him.   How   would   she   feel   about   him   after?   Would   she   think   less   of   him?   Would   she   realize   he   was   far   too   much   work   to   be   with   and   leave?   He   was   prepared   for   all   of   that   because   it   was   all   he'd   ever   known.   Abandonment   was   something   he   was   all   too   familiar   with.

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- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ [Jonathan Byers] ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ @flovraelies··

    Jonathan  had  never  expected  to  see  Steve  Harrington  at  his  doorstep  after  the  ordeal  he  was  unintentionally  exposed  to.  Hell,  he  was  positive  that  he’d  end  up  never  speaking  to  either  of  them  again  —  or  at  least  not  to  the  freak  that  was  corrupting  Nancy.  It  didn’t  really  faze  him;  he  and  Steve  were  never  friends,  never  anything  more  than  teenagers  who  had  passed  each  other  in  school.  Jonathan  at  this  point  in  his  life  was  well  aware  that  he  had  nobody  else  than  his  family.  So,  when  he  hears  a  repetitive  knocking  at  the  front  door,  the  brunette  expects  Mormons,  or  even  Lonnie  to  try  and  make  two-faced  amends.  The  next  time  he  pulled  that  bullshit,  he’d  end  up  putting  his  fist  to  his  face.

    Except  it  wasn’t  either  of  those  options,  but  the  person  that’s  bullied  him  relentlessly  throughout  the  years  and  he  purses  his  lips,  umber  hues  observing  the  other  boy.  Steve  talks,  uncharacteristically  nervous  and  Jonathan  spares  a  quick,  subtle  glance  around.  Was  this  a  prank  ?  What  was  the  other  boy’s  ulterior  motive  ?  Skepticism  is  evident  across  his  features.    ❛  …  Uh…  thanks  ?  ❜    he  eventually  replies,  finding  the  appropriate  words.  His  tongue  is  weighed  down  by  lead,  painfully  stuck  with  this  excruciating  awkwardness.  Does  he  invite  him  in  for  a  cup  of  coffee?  Did  he  scoff  and  slam  the  door  in  his  face?  To  say  the  least,  Steve  Harrington  was  the  last  person  he  suspected  to  be  gifting  him  with  a  camera.

    ❛  …  Why  though?  We’re  not…  friends,  and  isn’t  it  kind  of  useless  to  buy  me  something  that  you’d  just  probably  break  again  ?    ❜    there’s  no  hostility  toward  him,  but  more  of  a  bitter  statement.  The  two  of  them  lived  in  contrasting  lives;  after  this…  whatever  this  was,  was  over,  they  would  only  revert  back  to  their  designated  roles  inside  of  Hawkins  —  the  King  of  Hawkins  and  the  freak  outcast.  These  two  sorts  of  people  weren’t  exactly  complementary  to  each  other.    ❛  Look,  if  Nancy  forced  you  to  get  me  something,  I’m  flattered  but  honestly  it’s  fine,  you  didn’t  need  to  ❜

    …  Despite  his  mild  bafflement,  Jonathan  does  find  himself  amused  at  Steve.  He  holds  out  the  camera  with  such  timidness  that  it’s  almost  unbelievable  to  him.  This  wasn’t  the  boy  he  was  used  to  seeing  at  school.  If  there  wasn’t  such  a  complex  history  behind  them,  Jonathan  would’ve  laughed.  Instead,  he’s  just…  rendered  to  incorregible  emotions.  He  didn’t  exactly  want  to  owe  the  other  boy  either.  Have  it  bite  him  on  the  ass  at  a  later  date.

                              THEY   WAY   JONATHAN   IS   STARING   AT   HIM   MAKES   HIM   UNCOMFORTABLE.   Steve   shifts   his   weight,   his   hands   tightening   on   the   camera   box.   The   nerves   in   his   stomach   are   building   and   for   several   minutes   he   thinks   Jonathan   isn't   going   to   accept   the   camera.   Steve   wouldn't   blame   him   for   it,   honestly.   He's   extending   an   olive   branch   but   the   boy   in   front   of   him   is   by   no   means   obligated   to   take   it.   He's   really   hoping   Jonathan   just   takes   the   camera   and   that's   the   end   of   it,   but   of   course   he   doesn't.   He   has   to   ask   questions   and   Steve   worries   at   the   inside   of   his   cheek.   He's   never   felt   so   awkward   in   his   life.   Then   again,   he's   never   had   to   hold   himself   accountable   for   his   actions.   Up   until   recently   he's   been   the   man   on   top.   Not   anymore.   Not   after   the   shit   he's   seen   and   experienced.   All   the   things   that   used   to   matter   to   him   doesn't   anymore.   

❝   Nancy   didn't   ask   me   to   do   this,   ❞   he   says.   It's   so   damn   cold   outside   he's   begun   shivering   and   his   hands   are   going   numb.   He   holds   the   box   out   farther   to   the   other   boy,   encouraging   him   to   take   it.   ❝   This   was   my   idea.   I   just...I   feel   bad   that   I   broke   your   shit,   okay?   After   all   the   stuff   that   happened   I   just...I   guess   I've   done   some   thinking   and   realized   what   a   total   asshole   I   am.   ❞   Steve   doesn't   have   siblings   so   he   can't   truly   imagine   what   it   might   feel   like   to   have   said   sibling   go   missing.   He's   trying   to   be   a   more   empathetic   person,   turn   over   a   new   leaf,   and   he   figures   this   was   a   good   place   to   start.   He   doesn't   plan   to   admit   that   to   Jonathan   because   he   doesn't   want   him   to   think   this   is   about   his   salvation.   It's   not.   He   genuinely   feels   bad   about   what   happened   between   them.   

Humbling   himself   isn't   easy   and   the   longer   he   stands   on   the   Byers'   porch,   freezing,   the   less   secure   he   begins   to   feel.   Dark   hues   look   down   at   the   box   in   his   hands   and   he   frowns.   He   can't   force   Jonathan   to   take   the   camera   but   he   was   sort   of   hoping   he   would.   Steve   doesn't   expect   them   to   be   friends   or   anything,   but   they   can   at   least   be   cordial.   After   all,   they're   all   weirdly   connected   now   whether   they   like   it   or   not.   ❝   Look,   you   don't   have   to   take   it   or   anything   but   I   am   sorry   for   the   shit   I   put   you   through.   ❞   Steve   moves   toward   the   icy   lawnchair   on   the   porch   and   sets   the   camera   on   the   seat   before   stuffing   his   freezing   hands   into   the   pockets   of   his   coat.   

❝   If   you   don't   want   the   camera   then...I   don't   know,   you   can   sell   it   or   something,   ❞   he   shrugs.   ❝   It's   up   to   you.   I'll   see   you   later.   ❞   He   turns   on   his   heel   and   descends   the   stairs   of   the   porch   to   return   to   his   car.

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WILL BYERS ( @flovraelies· )

    The  reason  why  Will’s  so  drawn  to  his  textbooks  and  study  notes  is  purely  to  distract  himself  from  the  way  his  best  friend  is  looking  at  him.  He’s  never  seen  him  stare  at  him  like  this;  quite  frankly,  it  has  him  a  bit  concerned.  Has  he  done  something?  What  has  he  said?  Will’s  gaze  meets  his,  and  the  taller  boy  is  looking  away,  causing  the  brunette  to  do  the  same,  the  start  of  a  flush  on  his  subtly  freckled  cheeks.  They’ve  been  studying  for  almost  two  hours,  and  the  longer  they’re  sat  on  this  bed,  the  more  he’s  being  swallowed  by  this…  tension.

    The  second  time  he’s  looking  at  him,  and  their  eyes  meet  for  a  second.  Will  has  all  intentions  to  put  aside  his  textbook  and  question  what  the  hell  was  up  with  him,  but  he  doesn’t  get  that  chance  to.  Instead,  a  warm  hand  rests  on  his  cheek  and  Mike’s  kissing  him.  It  completely  surprises  him,  leaves  him  bewildered  momentarily.  Then  the  realisation  is  settling  in,  and  as  he  can  feel  his  best  friend  pulling  himself  away,  he’s  quick  to  rest  a  hand  on  the  back  of  his  neck,  reciprocating  the  kiss.

    Will  makes  a  soft  startled  startled  sound  against  Mike’s  lips  when  he’s  pulled  into  his  lap,  eyes  closing,  immersing  himself  in  this  moment.  This  moment  he’s  wanted  for  years,  and  he  has  it,  he  has  him.  Hands  move  to  cup  his  best  friend’s  cheeks,  shifting  to  find  comfort.  In  the  back  of  his  mind,  he  thinks  vaguely  about  how  much  those  notes  and  textbooks  costed,  and  just  how  muddled  those  index  cards  were  now,  but  it’s  all  but  forgotten  when  Mike  deepens  the  kiss  and  he  lets  his  mind  go  blank,  just  focussing  on  the  kiss  he’s  yearned  for  so  long.     ❛  Mike…  ❜  he  musters  between  kisses,  unable  to  completely  pull  himself  away  from  him;  from  something  that  felt  as  if  a  puzzle  piece  has  just  shifted  into  place.  Fingers  thread  through  dark  hair,  the  other  clutched  onto  the  fabric  of  his  shirt.

                        FOR    A    MOMENT    HE    THINKS    MAYBE    HE    WAS    TOO    FORWARD.    Maybe    Will    doesn't    appreciate    Mike    suddenly    kissing    him    out    of    nowhere,    without    asking    his    permission.    Then    he    adjusts    in    his    lap    and    he's    not    longer    concerned    that    he's    done    something    wrong.    Hands    cup    his    cheeks    and    he    makes    a    soft,    wanton    sound    as    the    kiss    deepens.    He    keeps    it    PG-13    for    now,    allowing    the    two    of    them    to    process    what's    happening    between    them.    Mike    never    thought    this    was    something    that    might    happen,    but    being    away    from    Hawkins,    in    their    own    space    and    just    the    two    of    them...makes    things    different.    Life    on    campus    has    opened    his    eyes    to    many    things    he    might    not    have    otherwise    experienced    in    Hawkins.    It's    diverse    and    the    student    body    is    unapologetic    for    living    their    truth.    It's    given    Mike    a    sense    of    courage    to    go    after    what    he    wants,    which    is    Will.    

Will    is    straddling    his    lap    and    his    hands    rest    at    the    other    boy's    hips.    He    breaks    the    kiss    and    dark    eyes    look    up    into    his    best    friend's.    ❝    Should    I...apologize    for    not    asking    permission    first?    ❞    His    tone    is    light,    almost    joking,    though    the    question    is    very    serious.    His    hands    seem    to    be    unable    to    stay    still.    He    wants    to    touch    different    parts    of    Will,    explore    him    like    he's    never    allowed    himself    to    do    before.    The    slip    from    his    waist    to    the    top    of    his    thighs    and    back    up    again.    ❝    I    don't    have    an    explanation    for    that,    ❞    he    confesses.    ❝    I've    just    been    wanting    to    do    it    for    ages.    ❞    Mike    tilts    his    head    up    and    presses    another    gentle    kiss    to    Will's    lips,    then    against    the    curve    of    his    jaw,    and    against    the    side    of    his    neck.    

The    brunette    leans    back    against    the    wall    next    to    his    bed,    bringing    Will    with    him    so    he's    close.    He    kisses    the    other    boy's    throat    and    down    to    just    above    the    collar    of    his    shirt.    When    he    leans    back    again,    his    eyes    are    bright    with    desire    and    his    heart    beats    rapidly    in    his    chest.    He    feels    that    there    is    a    fine    line    in    the    sand,    and    if    they    cross    it    there    is    no    going    back.    Their    friendship    will    never    be    the    same.    It's    a    risk    they    both    have    to    be    willing    to    make.    If    Will    doesn't    want    to    then    he'll    have    to    work    through    his    feelings    on    his    own.    He's    prepared    to    do    that    because    not    having    Will    in    his    life    will    be    akin    to    ripping    his    own    soul    in    half.    

❝    I    want    everything    with    you,    Will.    I    just    need    to    know    if    you    feel    the    same    way    so    we    can    stop    right    here.    We    don't    have    to    go    any    further    and    go    back    to    how    we've    always    been.    ❞    There's    a    nervous    tremble    to    his    words    and    his    stomach    churns    over.    He    feels    like    he's    going    to    be    sick    at    any    moment    and    swallows    against    the    bile    rising    in    his    throat.    Mike's    never    felt    this    nervous    for    anything    in    his    life.    Not    even    when    he    and    Jane    had    innocently    dated    when    they    were    fourteen.    It's    different    with    Will    because    his    best    friend    has    been    a    permanent    fixture    in    his    life    for    as    long    as    he    can    remember.    

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BILLY HARGROVE ( @flovraelies· )

    While  his  primitive  instinct  to  dominate  and  take  control  does  quieten  when  his  partners  submit  to  him,  Billy  finds  quickly  that  he  very  much  enjoys  when  they  challenge  him,  and  Steve  had  no  hesitation  in  doing  just  that.  The  blue  in  his  eyes  have  all  but  been  swallowed  up  by  enlarged  pupils,  drinking  in  how  his  body  squirms.  The  redhead  knows  by  now  that  Steve  only  means  to  rile  him  up;  his  body  betrays  him,  as  well  as  his  inebriating  scent  that’s  signature  to  the  beta  and  his  arousal.

    A  low  guttural  groan  surpasses  him  as  he  bites  down  on  his  neck,  intoxicated  to  how  the  brunet  arches  into  him,  his  weeping  cock  red  and  neglected.  The  sting  of  Steve’s  nails  raking  down  his  back  elicits  a  pleasured  growl,  only  biting  down  harder,  wanting  desperately  to  mark  what  was  his.  Billy  soothes  the  teeth  marks  with  his  tongue,  tasting  the  sweat  and  copper  from  when  he  broke  skin  while  a  smirk  etched  onto  his  lips.  ❛  Hurt?  Sweetheart,  that  sounded  like  you  were  about  to  cum  from  my  teeth  on  your  neck  ❜  he  quips,  nipping  at  the  already  irritated  skin.

    That  triumphant  feeling  doesn’t  last  too  long  —  Steve  has  him  on  his  back  and  that  tug  of  an  insatiable  need  to  seize  control  returns  tenfold.  His  own  cock  is  twitching,  desperate  to  find  relief  as  his  own  hips  rock  into  the  brunette’s  ass,  grunting  at  the  minimal  friction  it  provides.  Billy’s  hands  gravitate  to  his  hips,  wetting  his  lips  and  his  eyes  are  now  near  black,  forcing  Steve’s  body  down  on  his  aching  erection.

    ❛  Go  ahead,  bite  me  if  you  want  ❜  The  alpha  purrs  lowly,  one  hand  moving  up  to  grip  locks  of  brown  hair  firmly,  more  demanding  and  on  the  rough  side,  tugging  him  forward.  ❛  My  skin’s  all  yours  to  mark,  but  just  so  you  know.  If  you  do,  I  won’t  be  apologising  for  what  happens  when  you  do  ❜

                        IMMEDIATELY    HIS    CURIOSITY    IS    PIQUED.    Steve    bites    down    on    his    lower    lip    and    cants    his    head    to    the    side    as    if    in    thought.    He    doesn't    know    much    about    what    it    means    to    be    a    werewolf,    beta    or    alpha,    but    it's    been    made    explicitly    clear    that    certain    things    will    catch    him    consequences.    Call    him    stupid    but    he    likes    to    push    the    envelope    with    Billy,    see    just    how    far    he    can    get    before    the    alpha    instinct    takes    over.    The    bite    mark    on    his    neck    is    already    healed    and    he    swipes    at    the    drying    blood    on    his    skin.    It    did    hurt    but    it    also    felt    good    and    he's    annoyed    the    alpha    knows    that.    The    grip    on    his    hips    is    tight    enough    to    leave    bruises    and    he's    disappointed    they    won't    last    long.    He    does;    however,    press    a    hand    to    Billy's    stomach    so    he    can    stop    the    blonde    from    rutting    against    him.    

He's    about    to    say    something    but    he's    interrupted    when    Billy    grabs    hold    of    his    hair    and    pulls    him    down.    He    gasps,    the    sting    of    his    hair    being    pulled    smarting.    Dark    eyes    look    into    the    cobalt    blue    of    his    lover    and    he    shivers    at    how    dark    with    lust    they    are.    There's    something    primal    in    the    way    the    other    man    looks    at    him,    which    is    both    exciting    and    intimidating.    The    beta    nature    inside    of    him    is    writhing,    wanting    to    submit    to    his    alpha    but    Steve    won't    allow    it.    Not    yet.    ❝    What    happens    if    I    do?    ❞    he    finally    asks.    He    doesn't    assume    Billy    is    going    to    tell    him    but    he    posits    the    questions    regardless.    

He    shakes    the    hand    out    of    his    hair    and    nips    playfully    at    the    other    man's    lower    lip    before    moving    down    the    column    of    his    throat.    His    mouth    is    hot    and    wet    against    his    lover's    skin    and    he    groans    faintly    as    his    cock    brushes    along    the    alpha's.    ❝    I    don't    think    I    could    let    a    mere    human    fuck    me    after    being    with    you,    ❞    he    purrs.    Not    only    is    he    afraid    of    his    new    strength    and    the    possibility    of    not    being    in    enough    control,    the    things    Billy    makes    him    feel    can't    be    sought    elsewhere.    Steve    loves    coming    out    of    it    bruised    and    exhausted,    marked    up    and    satisfied.    He    knows    the    alpha    hasn't    truly    bitten    him    because    if    he    had    the    mark    would    be    permanent.    ❝    If    I    bite    you    to    mark    you    does    it    mean    the    same?    Does    it    let    other    werewolves    know    that    you    belong    to    me    as    much    as    I    belong    to    you?    ❞

The    brunette    slides    down    the    length    of    his    body,    his    mouth    leaving    a    trail    of    wet    kisses    behind.    He    kisses    along    the    scars    on    Billy's    body,    his    cock    throbbing    against    his    stomach.    He    reaches    the    blonde's    belly    and    eyes    flick    up    to    him,    his    incisors    sharp    against    his    tongue.    The    normal    brown    of    his    eyes    flashes    bright    gold    instead    as    he    allows    just    a    little    of    his    werewolf    nature    to    come    through.    He    drags    his    tongue    along    one    of    the    scars    on    his    alpha's    torso    that    stops    just    above    his    hipbone.    He    watches    Billy    the    entire    time    and    when    he    finds    the    spot    he    wants,    he    bites    down    into    the    soft    flesh    until    it    breaks    under    his    teeth.    A    low    groan    leaves    him    as    the    copper    taste    of    the    blonde's    blood    coats    his    tongue.

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CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM ( @flovraelies )

✉    @hellxfireclub·  sent  STRADDLE  ( sender  sits  in  receivers  lap  to  tease )

    Chrissy  had  all  intentions  to  watch  this  movie  playing  on  the  television.  After  all,  she  had  invited  him  over;  cooking  him  dinner,  snuggling  themselves  into  the  couch  as  she  chose  a  movie  that  Billy  wanted  to  watch,  and  that  she  hadn’t  seen  before  tonight.  She  was  always  looking  to  expand  her  watched  film  lists,  as  it  was…  incredibly  low  due  to  certain  movies  she  was  prohibited  from  watching.  However,  given  that  it  was  only  them  two  as  her  parents  were  away  for  the  weekend,  she  took  advantage  of  this  liberating  experience  —  this  slither  of  domesticity  between  them.  The  strawberry-blonde  relaxed  against  Billy’s  chest,  curled  up  and  her  verdant  hues  trained  on  the  screen.

    The  cheerleader  was  growing  more  and  more…  promiscuous,  well,  only  for  Billy.  Being  with  the  redhead  was  so  liberating;  he  openly  wanted  her  to  leave  her  shell,  to  see  that  she  was  more  than  expectations  and  what  others  perceived  her  to  be.  Chrissy  hasn’t  been  this  content  with  anyone  in  such  a  long  time;  many  would  say  that  she  was  being  corrupted,  but  how  could  she  see  it  that  way  when  Billy  made  her  feel  incredibly  comfortable  with  him.  Nobody  else  mattered  when  it  was  just  the  two  of  them.

    The  redhead  shifted  underneath  her,  possibly  to  get  comfortable  as  his  arms  tighten  around  her  and  Chrissy  is  helpless  to  the  twinge  of  arousal  inside  of  her.  She  bites  her  bottom  lip  in  thought  before  she  slowly  shifts  on  him,  spreading  her  thighs  enough  to  slowly  gyrate  against  him.  Chrissy’s  breath  hitches,  the  thin  fabric  of  her  underwear  underneath  her  skirt  rubbing  against  the  rough  denim  of  his  jeans  over  his  crotch.  Leaning  backwards,  her  back  pressing  against  his  chest  as  her  lips  brush  against  the  shell  of  his  ear.  ❛  Billy…  ❜  it’s  a  soft  gasp,  intending  to  tease,  grinding  against  him.

    It  doesn’t  take  long  before  her  underwear  grows  damp  and  begins  transferring  onto  Billy’s  jeans,  leaving  a  wet  patch.  ❛  Please,  Billy–  ❜  her  back  arches  against  his  chest,  gripping  his  hand  in  hers  as  she  grinds  down  harder  with  a  shudder.

                                        HE'S    NEVER    BEEN    THE    SORT    TO    LET    OTHER'S    DICTATE    HIS    ACTIONS.    Since    he's    been    with    Chrissy,    which    is    becoming    so    much    more    than    just    a    bet,    he's    let    her    take    control    of    certain    things.    He    never    pushes    her    for    sex    and    waits    for    her    to    let    him    know    she's    feeling    some    type    of    way.    She's    so    much    more    adventurous    than    he    would    have    ever    assumed    and    it    brings    to    life    something    inside    of    him    he    can't    explain.    When    this    all    came    about,    Billy    had    been    sure    she    would    be    the    type    of    girl    who    wanted    missionary    all    the    time    because    anything    else    was    too    much.    Not    the    case    at    all.    The    blonde    has    had    her    in    several    ways,    in    several    places,    and    her    appetite    for    him    is    nearly    insatiable.    He    is    absolutely    not    complaining    because    Chrissy    is    someone    who    can    clearly    keep    up    with    him.    

And    when    they're    not    involved    intimately,    he    finds    he    genuinely    just    enjoys    spending    time    with    her.    He    likes    listening    to    her    talk    about    the    things    she    wants    out    of    life,    how    she    plans    to    achieve    them,    and    her    genuine    care    for    those    around    her.    She    cares    about    him    which    is    an    entirely    new    feeling.    He's    soft    around    her,    though    not    so    soft    that    she's    been    able    to    get    completely    under    his    skin.    By    the    time    prom    comes    around    Billy's    not    sure    what    he's    going    to    do.    He's    in    too    deep.    

The    cheerleader    had    invited    him    over    that    night    for    dinner    and    a    movie,    and    she'd    cooked    for    him.    Something    no    one    had    ever    done    before    because    he's    never    given    them    the    chance.    Relationships    were    complicated,    messy,    something    he's    had    little    desire    for    in    the    past.    This    little    slice    of    domesticity    between    them    is    foreign    to    him    to    the    point    it's    almost    uncomfortable    at    first.    Chrissy    makes    it    easy    for    him    to    relax    and    just    live    in    the    moment.    So    when    he    finds    himself    on    the    couch    with    her,    a    movie    playing    on    the    television    he's    not    really    paying    attention    to,    he    feels    most    calm    than    he    has    in    a    long    time.    She    fits    against    him    perfectly,    his    arm    around    her    waist    as    she    leans    against    him.    He    doesn't    mean    to    incite    anything    when    he    shifts    but    a    moment    later    the    strawberry    blonde    is    in    his    lap,    her    skirt    hiked    up    and    she's    grinding    on    his    thigh.    

Billy's    hands    immediately    move    to    her    hips    as    they    move,    bunching    in    the    fabric    of    her    skirt.    It    takes    only    the    soft    gasp    of    his    name    to    spark    the    arousal    in    his    belly,    for    his    cock    to    start    straining    against    his    jeans.    Her    back    is    against    his    chest    and    his    mouth    immediately    descends    onto    the    side    of    her    neck,    kissing    and    sucking    at    her    skin.    ❝    Mmm...please    what,    sweetheart?    ❞    he    purrs    against    her    ear.    His    hands    move    from    her    hips    to    her    thighs    beneath    the    material    of    her    skirt    as    she    arches    against    him.    He    can    feel    the    damp    spot    forming    on    the    denim    of    his    pants    and    he    smirks    faintly.    ❝    What    does    my    girl    want?    ❞    He's    learning    how    much    he    loves    to    tease    her,    loves    to    make    her    beg    for    him.    

It    takes    some    manuevering    but    he    manages    to    reach    into    his    back    pocket    and    withdraw    his    wallet,    which    he    sets    on    the    arm    of    the    couch    next    to    him.    Using    one    hand    he    fumbles    it    open    and    withdraws    the    condom    he    replaced    just    before    coming    over.    Always    best    to    be    prepared.    He    sets    it    next    to    his    wallet    for    one,    as    his    hands    continue    to    explore    Chrissy    body,    slipping    beneath    the    hem    of    her    shirt    so    he    can    cup    her    breasts    through    the    bra.    

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BILLY HARGROVE ( @flovraelies· )

    Despite  his  grievances  with  the  two  women  that  had  entered  his  life,  Billy  has  always  wedged  himself  between  them  and  Neil’s  abusive  hands.  In  the  back  of  his  mind,  he  often  thinks  that  if  he  was  strong  enough  back  when  his  mom  was  around,  she  just  might  have  stuck  around  —  wouldn’t  have  been  so  afraid,  wouldn’t  have  had  to  walk  on  eggshells  around  the  bastard.  The  redhead  would’ve  protected  her  at  the  expense  of  his  own  wellbeing,  yet  he  wasn’t  strong  enough.  Billy  was  so  easily  tossed  around,  thrown  out  the  way  as  his  bruised  fists  came  down  on  the  woman  he  was  supposed  to  care  for.  Those  memories  would  forever  taunt  him.

    There’s  a  magnitude  of  reasons  as  to  why  Billy  was  easily  aggravated  by  Max’s  resistance  toward  him,  but  the  most  prominent  one?  If  she  does  something  that  she’s  not  supposed  to,  it  falls  back  on  him.  Neil’s  anger  isn’t  directly  at  the  smaller  redhead  or  his  wife,  it’s  the  deadbeat  son  that’s  grown  used  to  every  bruise  and  broken  bone  in  his  body.  Billy  resented  them,  because  they  served  as  a  reminder  that  he  was  a  stain  on  his  father’s  life.  That  he  was  unwanted  by  both  of  his  parents.  ❛  Turns  out  you  do  have  a  brain  in  that  head  of  yours  ❜  the  male  quips  teasingly;  there’s  a  bit  of  humor  there,  but  its  laced  with  melancholy.

    ❛  …I  never  wanted  to  be  like  him  ❜  it’s  weak,  vulnerable.  Honest.  If  there  was  anything  that  Billy  was  certain  of,  it  was  that  he  never  intended  to  turn  out  as  a  carbon  copy  of  Neil  Hargrove.  His  rebellious  antics,  the  way  he  dressed  and  styled  himself,  he  wanted  to  do  everything  in  his  willpower  to  separate  himself  from  his  dad  —  to  show  that  he  was  more  than  just…  a  waste  of  oxygen;  a  faggot,  a  pussy.  Whatever  derogatory  remark  his  dad  made.  Billy  was  proving  a  point  to  anyone  that  was  willing  to  indulge  in  it,  yet  over  the  years,  corruption  was  inevitable.  Hell,  even  as  he  mirror  his  father’s  abusive  ways,  it  still  wasn’t  enough.  He’d  never  be  enough,  that  was  the  harsh  reality  of  it.

    ❛  I  did  all  I  could  to  separate  myself  from  that  bastard…  Guess  when  you’ve  got  nobody  else  but  yourself,  you’ve  got  no  choice  but  to  bite  back  ❜  the  redhead  knows  that  if  he  didn’t  harden  up,  he  would’ve  drove  himself  off  a  cliff;  into  a  body  of  water,  overdosed  on  a  lethal  mix  of  drugs.  Anything  would’ve  been  better  than  a  life  he’s  living  now.  Those  feelings  continued,  but  he  had…  Steve.  Someone  who  didn’t  entirely  loathe  him.  Someone  that  was  peeling  away  the  barriers  and  loving  every  inch.

    ❛  …Old  habits  die  hard  ❜  Billy  simply  replies,  providing  neither  an  affirmative  or  denying  her  given  advice.  He’s  not  a  person  easily  changed;  he’s  been  hardwired  this  way  for  years  without  an  ounce  of  compassion  from  anyone.  That’s  where  she  and  him  differed,  but  he  was  starting  to…  not  despise  her  optimism  as  much  as  he  initially  had.

  MAX    ISN'T    SURE    SHE'S    EVER    GOING    TO    TRULY    UNDERSTAND.    She    only    knows    that    the    behavior    she    sees    from    both    her    stepfather    and    her    stepbrother    is    frightening.    There's    still    part    of    her    that's    angry    with    Billy    for    the    way    he's    treated    her,    even    though    she    understands    it.    Alas,    a    bigger    part    of    her    wants    to    find    someway    to    help    him.    She    just    isn't    sure    how.    She    can    suggest    seeing    a    counselor    but    she    doubts    Neil    will    pay    for    it,    and    she    isn't    aware    of    free    help    for    abuse    victims    in    a    small    town    like    Hawkins.    Psychology    isn't    exactly    the    most    accepted    form    of    medicine.    But    maybe,    possibly,    she    can    simply    help    him    by    reminding    him    that    he    doesn't    deserve    to    be    hurt    by    someone    who    is    meant    to    love    him.    She    can't    fix    all    of    his    problems,    obviously,    but    she    can    try    and    do    as    much    as    she    can    for    him.    She    thinks    about    talking    to    Steve    but    she's    not    sure    if    that's    crossing    an    invisible    boundary    or    not.    This    is    the    first    time    they've    truly    connected    and    she's    hesitant    to    break    Billy's    trust.    

❝    What    if    you    told    another    adult?    What    about    like...Hopper?    He's    the    sheriff    so    he    could    help    you,    ❞    Max    suggest,    her    words    pensive.    She    doesn't    know    Hopper    well,    or    any    of    her    friends'    parents    but    surely    a    deputy    will    be    able    to    help.    There's    enough    evidence    on    Billy's    body    at    the    moment    to    prove    he's    not    lying.    She    can    vouch    for    him,    get    her    mom    to    speak    up,    and    get    Neil    out    of    all    of    their    lives    for    good.    It    feels    like    a    pipe    dream.    She    imagines    her,    Billy,    and    Steve    taking    a    stand    against    Neil    with    Hopper    behind    them.    Max    knows    she's    going    to    be    harder    on    her    mother    when    conversation    arises    about    Neil.    She's    truly    afraid    her    stepfather's    abuse    will    spread    to    her    and    her    mother.    

The    redhead    lets    her    knees    down,    her    feet    settling    on    the    skateboard    just    below    the    last    step.    She    moves    it    back    and    forth    slowly    for    something    to    focus    on    that's    not    her    brother.    It's    difficult    to    see    the    bruises    and    split    lip.    ❝    I    just...if    you    ever    decide    you    want    to    tell    someone    and    you    want    or    need    someone    to    go    with    you,    I    will.    ❞    It's    an    offer    he    won't    take    but    it's    on    the    table    regardless.    Max    wants    him    to    know    that    she    does    care.    

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BILLY HARGROVE ( @storiesofthenight )

EDDIE WAS LEARNING THE PARTS OF BILLY THAT GOT THE BEST REACTIONS. It's taken him some time to get the blonde to a point where he was vulnerable with him. He has a rough exterior, a hard shell to crack, and there's still more hiding behind that barrier Eddie hasn't seen. He's not sure he's ever going to break down all of those walls to get to the soft parts of the other man. He wants to because he doesn't think the blonde is as tough as he puts out. The metalhead gets it - he has a shit home life and it's a way to protect himself. They had that in common, and Eddie was no stranger to putting on a mask to protect himself from people he felt might hurt him. Whether Billy ever opened up to him or not could be thought about later. Right now he was very into the idea of making him cum again.

The brunette huffed a laugh when his wrist was grabbed and he found himself on his back with Billy on top of him. His spine arched into the wet heat of Billy's mouth against his chest, his tattoos standing out again pale skin. He didn't mind being the less dominant when it came to sex. If Billy wanted to be on top that was fine by him. He watched, dark eyes curious, as the blonde moved lower down his torso, leaving a hot trail in the wake of his lips. His cock was already stirring again and the lower Billy kissed the hotter his skin felt. Eddie groaned as another kiss was placed against his pelvis, eyelashes fluttering. ❝ Mmm...yeah? Can't say that I'm sorry. ❞

He wrestled his wrists from Billy's grasp so he could prop himself on his elbows, allowing him a better view of the man between his legs. ❝ Guess your reputation of being good in bed was true, ❞ he teased. Sure, he'd heard the talk from their peers but Eddie had never figured he'd get to find out firsthand. She gave the blonde a wicked smirk, his head canting to the side. ❝ So if I'm driving you so crazy, Hargrove, what're you gonna do about it? ❞ Sometimes it was just too easy to taunt the other man. To be fair, Eddie found him stupidly addictive.

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💌 58 .  moving around while kissing  ,  stumbling over things  ,  pushing each other back against the wall / onto the bed. ( @flovraelies​​ )

                                                            IT'S   RARE   THAT   VERONICA   HAS   TIME   TO   LET   LOOSE   AND   JUST   BE   ABLE   TO   ACT   HER   AGE.   With   her   sister   spending   the   weekend   with   a   friend   it   gives   her   a   chance   to   decompress.   She   took   this   particular   weekend   off   both   jobs   so   it   coincided   with   Tori's   weekend   away   so   she   could   simply   enjoy   being   by   herself.   Sometimes   she   felt   guilty   for   the   way   she   felt,   though   she   never   resented   her   sister.   It   wasn't   either   of   their   faults   they'd   been   given   a   shit   hand   where   parents   were   concerned.   But   sometimes   she   looks   forward   to   not   having   to   wake   up   at   half   past   six   in   the   morning   after   going   to   bed   at   three   to   make   sure   Tori   was   up   and   getting   ready   for   school.   She   looks   forward   to   not   having   to   take   her   one   day   off   during   the   week   to   meal   prep   and   do   laundry   and   clean   all   in   the   few   hours   she   had.   She   can   just   be   twenty   years   old   and   and   live   a   little.   

Living   a   little   meant   most   of   her   limited   free   time   was   spent   with   Billy.   On   the   nights   she   spent   with   him   it   was   usually   at   his   apartment   since   she   doesn't   want   to   put   her   sister   in   an   awkward   situation.   This   weekend;   however,   he   was   staying   with   her.   It's   been   over   a   week   since   they   last   time   they   saw   each   other   and   the   tension   is   thick   from   the   moment   he   steps   through   the   door.   Ronnie   plays   it   cool,   though,   because   this   weekend   isn't   just   about   sex.   At   least   not   for   her.   She's   doing   the   exact   thing   she   knows   she   shouldn't;   she's   starting   to   grow   feelings   for   Billy.   It's   a   terrible   idea   and   the   small   voice   in   the   back   of   her   mind   reminds   her   of   that   often.   She   puts   all   that   aside   for   now   because   above   all   else,   she   wants   his   attention.   She   craves   it.   Ronnie   hasn't   felt   this   alive   in   a   very   long   time.   

She's   just   putting   the   last   of   the   clean   dishes   in   the   strainer   when   she   feels   hands   on   her   hips.   She's   barely   able   to   grab   the   dish   towel   to   dry   her   hands   before   Billy's   turning   her   around,   capturing   her   lips   with   his.   A   low   moan   leaves   her   and   she   drops   the   towel   on   the   kitchen   so   her   hands   can   tangle   in   his   blonde   curls.   He   guides   her   from   the   kitchen   toward   the   small   hallway   that   leads   to   her   bedroom.   They   stumble   over   one   of   the   chairs   at   the   small   table   and   she   laughs   into   the   kiss,   her   body   pressing   against   his.   Her   back   is   against   the   wall   then   and   she   whines   softly,   her   teeth   scraping   against   his   lower   lip.   She   breaks   the   kiss   and   hazel   eyes,   dark   with   arousal,   look   up   at   him   as   her   fingers   begin   to   feverishly   unbutton   his   shirt.   Ronnie   pushes   it   off   of   his   shoulders   before   she   attacks   his   throat   with   kisses.   Somewhere   along   the   way,   her   own   shirt   goes   missing   along   with   her   jeans   and   his   belt   is   undone.   They   bump   into   the   wall   again,   into   the   doorframe,   and   finally   they're   in   her   room.   

Ronnie   presses   her   hands   against   his   chest   and   shoves   him   playfully   onto   her   bed.   She   crawls   on   top   of   him   and   straddles   his   waist,   deft   fingers   continuing   to   undo   his   button   and   zipper.   ❝   I   knew   you'd   crack   first,   ❞   she   teases   him.   The   blue-haired   woman   pushes   his   jeans   down   past   his   hips   but   leaves   his   underwear   for   now.   She   kisses   him   roughly   though   her   lips   don't   stay   on   his   for   long,   moving   down   the   column   of   her   neck   and   to   his   chest.   There's   a   map   of   scars   on   his   skin   that   she's   seen   several   times   though   never   touched.   Ronnie's   always   been   curious   about   them,   wanted   to   trace   them   with   her   fingers   and   her   tongue.   She's   been   hesitant   to   do   so,   unsure   of   what   his   reaction   would   be.   Now   she   takes   the   risk   and   her   lips   trail   along   the   first   scar   just   beneath   his   rib   cage.   She   watches   him   curiously,   in   case   his   body   language   tells   her   to   stop.   ❝   Is   this   okay?   ❞   she   asks   softly,   her   breath   warm   against   his   skin.

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BILLY HARGROVE ( @flovraelies· )

He  and  Ronnie  had  this  flirtatious  relationship  between  them;  when  he  wanted  to  get  away,  when  he  didn’t  want  to  be  found  by  anyone  that  held  hostility  toward  him  —  it  was  more  often  that  he  was  finding  himself  here  and  having  a  couple  drinks.  Pretty  mind  for  the  renounced  king  of  Hawkins,  to  be  honest.  Generally  he  was  chugging  down  gallons  of  alcohol  most  weeks,  black  out  drunk  or  on  the  verge  of  being  so.  A  couple  drinks  did  nothing  for  him,  but  to  be  fair,  he  had  to  inevitably  drive  back  home  at  some  point,  despite  not  really  wanting  to.    ❛  Yeah,  well,  you’re  certainly  lucky  in  that  regard  ❜    he  states  with  a  smirk,  downing  the  remainder  of  the  drink  that  he  has  left.  Billy  spares  a  glance  over  to  the  drunken  slobs,  fingers  tightening  around  the  shot  glass.  Any  tighter  and  it  just  might  shatter  in  his  hands.  Not  ideal,  he  thinks,  putting  it  aside.

    ❛  Well,  I’m  sure  if  I’m  the  one  throwing  the  punches  it  wouldn’t  be  so  bad  ❜    and  she  wouldn’t  be  the  one  getting  in  trouble.  Billy  would  ensure  he  did  it  outside  of  the  grounds  that  was  the  bar.  That  way  it  had  no  association  to  her  whatsoever.  See?  The  auburn-haired  male  had  his  way  around  things,  and  it  wasn’t  as  if  he  wasn’t  known  for  doing  notorious  things  around  the  town.  Billy’s  azure  hues  flick  up  toward  the  woman,  a  slow  smirk  reaching  his  lips.    ❛  What,  you  don’t  think  I  enjoy  these  late  night  conversations  with  you?  ❜    he  questions  lightly.  The  answer  was  yes,  he  did.  It  served  as  a  pleasant  distraction  from  the  dysfunctional  life  he  lived.  There  was  that  rare  occasion  where  his  agrestal  lifestyle  was  too  overwhelming.

    ❛  Besides,  I  like  the  women  that  are  hard  to  get  ❜    he  points  out,  leaning  back  ever  so  slightly  on  the  barstool.  Another  truth;  if  someone  was  too  easy,  it  never  did  much  for  him.  In  fact,  it  did  nothing.  Sure,  sex  was  sex,  he’d  fuck  most  people,  but  when  he  has  to  earn  it?  The  chase  made  it  all  worthwhile.  Ronnie  has  crossed  his  mind  in  that  way  several  times,  and  makes  it  wonder  if  he’s  crossed  her  mind,  too.    ❛  And  If  I’m  being  honest  here,  seeing  a  pretty  face  on  a  weekly  basis  is  a  treat  in  itself  ❜    he  serves  her  a  wink,  playing  with  the  empty  shot  glass  in  his  hand.

    ❛  Hardly  anyone  knows  me  here.  Guess  it  serves  as  a  benefit  when  you  want  to  be  left  alone  ❜    he  stares  at  the    glass  momentarily  before  he  glances  up  at  the  blue-haired  woman.    ❛  Except  for  you,  you’re  good  company  ❜

BILLY   WAS   BREAKING   OUT   THE   BIG   GUNS   WITH   HIS   CHARM   AND   FLIRTING   TONIGHT.   It   made   her   laugh,   even   gave   her   a   giddy   feeling   in   her   stomach.   Once   upon   a   time   she   had   been   more   of   a   wild   child;   partying,   sleeping   around,   drinking   and   using   drugs.   Then   her   father   had   died   and   she'd   had   to   be   responsible   for   her   younger   sister   legally   as   well   as   emotionally.   All   those   childish   whims   she'd   been   able   to   indulge   in   came   to   a   screeching   halt,   and   with   that   the   people   who   wanted   to   actually   spend   time   with   her.   She   had   a   few   good   friends   she   could   always   count   on,   but   dating   when   you   had   a   fourteen   year   old   to   take   care   of   was   difficult.   Not   that   she   assumed   Billy   was   the   dating   type,   and   she   was   sure   if   he   was   interested   in   her   it   was   likely   to   get   in   her   pants.   That's   fine   for   her   because   she   isn't   looking   for   commitment.   She   can't   afford   to   be   distracted   when   she   has   Tori   to   think   about.   Besides,   Billy   doesn't   come   across   as   the   family   type.   Until   Tori   turns   eighteen,   the   two   of   them   are   a   packaged   deal.   

She   pours   another   couple   of   shots   and   slides   one   toward   him   before   leaning   on   her   elbows   on   the   countertop.   The   angle   gives   him   a   decent   view   of   her   cleavage   from   the   low-cut   crop   top,   which   is   entirely   intentional.   Ronnie   rests   her   chin   in   her   palm   and   grins   at   him.   ❝   Oh,   so   you   choose   to   keep   returning   here   because   you   like   how   I   look,   ❞   she   muses,   ❝   because   there   aren't   other   bars   with   just   as   many   beauitful   bartenders   huh?   ❞   She   enjoys   this   kind   of   banter   with   him.   Truth   be   told,   she's   definitely   thought   about   sleeping   with   him.   If   his   reputation   is   anything   to   go   by   then   she's   sure   Billy   can   rock   her   universe.   She   likes   it   rough,   likes   to   be   manhandled   and   have   marks   left   on   her.   He's   probably   the   type   that   likes   to   do   that.   She's   fairly   small   in   stature   so   the   fantasy   of   him   sweeping   her   off   her   feet   and   fucking   her   against   the   wall   is   delicious.   Not   that   she's   going   to   give   into   that   raw   lust   just   yet.   She's   going   to   make   him   work   for   it.   

❝   I'm   sure   that   I'm   hardly   the   first   woman   you've   said   such   things   to,   Billy   Hargrove.   ❞   Hazel   eyes   narrow   on   him   playfully.   ❝   How   many   broken   hearts   have   you   left   in   your   wake?   You   swept   into   town   like   a   tornado   and   I'm   sure   you've   left   plenty   of   wreckage   behind   you   already.   ❞   The   blue-haired   woman   traced   the   rim   of   the   shotglass   with   her   index   finger.   ❝   So   what   would   make   me   believe   that   you   wouldn't   devastate   my   whole   life,   hm?   Don't   get   me   wrong,   you're   sexy   as   hell   but   boys   like   you   tend   to   break   the   heart   of   girls   like   me.   ❞   She   was   teasing   him,   of   course,   but   there   was   some   truth   to   her   words.   Ronnie   was   a   romantic   deep   down.   One   day   she   wanted   to   find   that   person   who   she'd   spend   the   rest   of   her   life   with.   She   just   usually   made   all   the   wrong   choices   where   men   were   concerned.   She   blames   her   parents   entirely   for   it.   Her   parents   toxic   marriage   had   laid   the   groundwork   for   her   idea   of   what   relationships   were   going   to   be   like.   

Ronnie   plucks   a   maraschino   cherry   from   the   array   of   garnishes   on   the   bar   and   presses   it   to   her   lips,   the   sweet   juice   of   it   staining   them   red      before   she   bites   off   the   stem.   ❝   So   tell   me   straight   up   if   I'm   going   to   be   just   another   notch   in   your   belt   so   I   can   make   sure   I   don't   do   something   stupid   like   fall   for   you.   ❞

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BILLY HARGROVE ( @flovraelies· )

    Mornings  for  Billy  recently  have  been  nothing  but  bliss,  especially  since  he’s  opening  his  eyes  and  his  gaze  falls  on  the  brunet  curled  against  him;  it’s  calming,  something  he  hasn’t  felt  for…  hell,  has  he  ever  felt  this  so  at  peace?  For  once,  his  brain  isn’t  racing,  isn’t  dreading  getting  up  and  waiting  for  a  stoic  glare.  The  redhead  is  completely  safe  when  he’s  here.  Momentarily,  all  he  does  is  admire  the  other  opposite  of  him.  There’s  an  absentminded  smile  lingering  on  his  lips  and  there’s  an  urge  to  lean  over  and  kiss  his  lips,  something  to  convey  his  gratitude,  his  compassion.  Fuck,  he  was  so  far  deep  in  with  this  man,  he’s  already  accepting  there’s  no  way  out  of  the  tendrils  Steve  had  around  him  —  he  was  perfectly  fine  with  that.

    That  kiss  Billy  was  craving  is  soon  granted  to  him  when  the  brunet  gets  up  and  returns  with  napkins,  involuntarily  chasing  after  his  lips  once  he’s  moved  away.  Yeah,  he’s  incredibly  deep.  It  doesn’t  take  long  for  the  auburn-haired  male  to  devour  his  pasta;  when  food  was  scarce  and  when  Billy  didn’t  want  to  be  around  his  dad  when  he  was  home,  there  were  plenty  of  nights  where  he  went  without  food  and  therefore,  he’s  a  quick  eater,  as  if  it  would  get  ripped  away  from  him.  It  doesn’t  take  him  long  to  notice  Steve’s  change  in  his  demeanor,  gotten  uncharacteristically  quiet.  It  leaves  him  feeling  nerved  and  unsettled.  The  redheads’  about  to  question  his  shift  in  mood  before  he’s  speaking  up.

    Billy  was…  more  or  less  dreading  this  conversation,  and  it’s  noted  in  his  own  body  language  the  way  he  tenses  up  at  the  mention  of  returning  home.  His  gaze  drops  down  to  the  wood  of  the  table,  processing  his  words  that  make  his  chest  begin  to  ache.  Billy  knows  he  can’t  stay  —  once  Steve’s  parents  return,  he’ll  have  to  go.  Hell,  he  knows  Neil’s  waiting  for  him;  surprised  he  hasn’t  called  the  sheriff  and  reported  a  missing  persons.  The  redhead  inhales  slowly,  moving  to  lace  his  fingers  with  his  sluggishly.

    ❛  …You  know  I  can’t  stay,  Steve.  I  want  to,  but  you  know  Neil  will  no  doubt  report  me  as  a  missing  person  and  then  you’ll  have  police  at  your  door  or  some  shit  ❜  Billy  knows  that’s  not  reassuring  whatsoever,  so  he  continues,  ❛  As  you  said,  we  graduate  in  a  few  months  ❜  He  can  handle  a  few  months.  If  he  can  handle  eighteen  years  of  abuse,  he  can  handle  this.  ❛  Then  you  have  me.  I’m  not  going  anywhere,  alright?  I  just…  I  can’t  stay  ❜

                                                                  STEVE   IS   PREPARED   FOR   THE   RESPONSE   AND   FOR   BILLY   TO   TELL   HIM   HE   CAN'T   STAY.   He   knew   it   was   coming   but   it   doesn't   hurt   any   less.   He   listens   quietly   as   the   blonde   gives   him   a   list   of   reasons   as   to   why   he   can't   stay.   Because   his   father   will   come   looking   for   him,   because   he'll   send   the   police   to   retrieve   him.   He   shakes   his   head   and   withdraws   his   hand   from   Billy's,   rubbing   it   down   his   face   instead.   He   can't   stand   the   idea   of   the   other   man   returning   to   his   home   just   so   he   can   be   abused   even   more.   There   are   no   doubt   huge   consequences   waiting   for   Billy   once   his   father   gets   him   home   and   it   makes   him   sick   to   think   about.   He's   not   sure   he   can   stand   seeing   him   again   bruised   and   bloody.   Once   was   more   than   enough.   He's   also   not   sure   he   won't   hunt   Neil   down   and   take   him   out   with   a   baseball   bat.   It'd   be   worth   the   time   in   jail,   right?   He   thinks   so.   

❝   So   why   can't   we   beat   him   to   the   punch?   ❞   he   asked,   leaning   back   in   the   chair.   ❝   We   can   talk   to   Hopper.   Tell   him   what's   going   on   and   maybe   you   can   get   emancipated.   It'd   only   be   for   a   few   months   since   you're   going   to   be   eighteen   soon   but   who   knows   what   can   happen   in   that   few   months,   Billy.   ❞   He   was   desperate   to   keep   the   other   man   close   so   he   could   try   and   protect   him.   Once   he   was   emancipated   then   Neil   would   have   no   legal   recourse.   Steve   knew   the   courts   would   need   more   than   just   Billy's   word,   but   with   any   luck   Max   would   help   him   out   by   saying   something.   Steve   didn't   imagine   Susan   would   have   the   luxury   or   that   she   would   even   say   anything   if   she   did.   The   blonde   could   live   with   him,   not   have   to   worry   about   renting   a   place   until   they   were   done   with   school   and   he   had   a   steady   job.   They   could   make   this   work   as   long   as   they   tried.   

Panic   is   clawing   at   his   chest   because   he   knows   Billy   is   stubborn   and   proud.   He   knows   his   lover   isn't   going   to   want   to   tell   anyone   what's   really   happening   in   his   life.   Steve   gets   that   but   all   it   takes   is   one   time,   one   right   hit,   and   he's   gone.   He's   not   trying   to   overreact   but   he   worries   that   Neil   might   actually   kill   Billy   one   day,   even   if   it's   unintentional.   The   spaghetti   he'd   just   eaten   suddenly   feels   like   a   stone   in   his   stomach.   He   feels   like   he   might   throw   up   and   draws   in   a   deep   breath   to   calm   himself.   ❝   I   just   think   you   have   more   options   than   you   realize.   Just   let   me   help   you,   Billy.   ❞   His   tone   is   almost   pleading.   

The   conversation   is   useless   and   he   isn't   sure   what   else   he   can   say   to   convince   the   other   man   to   not   go   back.   Steve   gets   up   from   his   chair   and   starts   to   clear   the   table,   taking   the   dirty   dishes   to   the   sink   and   turning   on   the   faucet.   He   rinses   them   under   the   water   and   places   them   into   the   dishwasher,   keeping   his   hands   and   mind   busy   so   he   doesn't   break   down.   His   throat   feels   tight   and   his   eyes   itch   from   wanting   to   cry.   He's   such   an   idiot.      

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BILLY HARGROVE ( @flovraelies· )

   ✉    @hellxfireclub·  sent   ORAL  ( sender  goes  down  on  receiver )

    There  was  nothing  that  Billy  enjoyed  doing  more  than  proving  a  point,  or  in  this  case,  proving  someone  wrong  in  a  sensual  way.  Kat  and  him  had  upheld  the  contract  for  weeks  now;  barely  touching,  kissing  when  appropriate  (he  ensured  to  draw  it  out,  relishing  in  the  woman’s  shudder  each  and  every  time),  no  sex,  no  frenzied  behavior.  Hell,  he  may  as  well  have  accepted  a  life  of  celibacy  —  but  despite  the  late  nights  cumming  inside  of  a  cold  shower,  he  was  uncharacteristically  patient.  Why?  Because  ever  since  he  discovered  that  her  previous  boyfriend  had  done  nothing  but  made  her  fake  orgasms,  Billy  made  it  his  mission  to  want  to  prove  himself.

    And  it  paid  off.  Azure  hues  trailing  up  the  disheveled  figure  before  him  from  the  ground;  Kat  had  her  legs  propped  onto  his  shoulders,  underwear  tangled  by  her  ankles  purely  because  that  impatience  was  beginning  to  surface,  and  her  blouse  half  unbuttoned,  exposing  the  bra  she  wore  underneath.  Billy  would  be  a  fucking  liar  if  he  had  said  he  hadn’t  envision  her  like  this,  her  sex  exposed  to  him,  shivering  with  wanton.  For  someone  that  hasn’t  experienced  an  orgasm,  he  could  sense  she  was  holding  him  to  his  word.  Their  eyes  meet,  his  hand  gliding  up  her  thigh  as  he  spreads  them  further.  ❛  I’ve  been  wanting  to  do  this  for  months  ❜  he  states,  his  voice  low  and  husky.  The  erection  straining  inside  his  jeans  twitches  achingly,  but  he  ignores  that.

  Wetting  his  lips,  Billy’s  eyes  soak  in  the  woman’s  quivering  body  before  they  reach  her  pelvis.  Hands  moving  to  the  globes  of  Kat’s  ass,  he  tugs  her  forward  and  tilts  his  head  until  he  can  feel  the  heat  emitting  from  her  pussy.  Fingers  dig  into  the  flesh  of  her  skin  as  he  finally  moves,  dragging  the  flat  of  his  tongue  across  her  slick  folds,  groaning  against  her  as  he  tastes  her.  Tasting  just  how  sweet  she  was.  Billy’s  hold  on  her  only  tightens  when  he  hears  that  mewl  of  pleasure  leave  her  parted  lips,  and  oh,  he’s  already  hooked.

    Like  a  man  dying  of  thirst  finding  an  oasis,  the  redhead  moves  his  tongue  between  her  folds  and  teases  her  clit,  his  breathing  increasingly  becoming  laboured  while  he  eats  her  out.  Billy  wanted  to  hear  every  noise  leave  those  pretty  lips  of  hers.

IT   WAS   NEVER   SUPPOSED   TO   COME   TO   THIS   POINT   BETWEEN   THE   TWO   OF   THEM.   They   had   a   contract,   an   agreement,   that   had   very   clear   cut   lines.   But   the   longer   they   continued   the   blurrier   those   lines   became,   the   more   the   tension   swelled.   The   moment   Billy   learned   she'd   never   experienced   an   orgasm   it's   been   his   mission   to   give   her   one.   He's   never   been   pushy   with   her,   allowing   her   to   move   boundaries   when   and   as   far   as   she's   comfortable   with.   Kat's   been   hesitant   because   she   knows   she   feels   something   for   him   that's   deeper   than   sexual   attraction.   It   scares   her   to   feel   that   way   since   she   is   sure   Billy   will   break   her   heart.   It's   almost   an   inevitability.   She's   trying   so   hard   not   to   let   her   emotions   get   the   best   of   her   but   it's   difficult.   Billy   is   different   from   the   person   she   thought   she   knew.   He   was   rough   around   the   edges,   sure,   but   when   it   was   just   the   two   of   them   he   could   be   thoughtful   and   considerate.   It   still   takes   her   by   surprise.   

Kat   didn't   exactly   ask   for   this   to   happen   but   she   had   made   it   clear   by   the   way   she   kissed   him,   the   way   she   placed   his   hands   on   her   body,   that   she   was   ready   to   experience   this   sort   of   intimacy.   She   hopes   he   can   put   his   money   where   his   mouth   is,   and   that   he   wasn't   lying   about   his   skill.   It   doesn't   take   much   for   the   arousal   to   stir   in   the   pit   of   her   belly,   for   her   underwear   to   grow   damp   as   his   mouth   and   hands   explore   her.   Before   she   knows   it,   he's   on   his   knees   before   her   as   she   sits   on   the   edge   of   the   bed,   her   blouse   half   unbuttoned   and   her   pants   gone,   underwear   dangling   off   one   ankle.   She   feels   exposed   and   a   little   vulnerable   with   her   legs   over   his   shoulders   but   she   wants   this   so   much   it   fades   quickly.   The   way   he   looks   at   her   and   the   desire   in   his   eyes   makes   her   want   to   melt   into   him.   

❝   Billy,   ❞   she   gasps   as   his   hands   grab   her   ass,   pulling   her   to   the   edge   of   the   bed   until   she's   closer.   She's   practically   trembling   with   the   anticipation   of   what's   to   come,   her   cunt   soaking   and   ready.   Her   breaths   come   in   quick   pants   as   she   whines   softly,   impatiently.   She   wants   him   to   devour   her   until   she's   screaming.   Finally,   his   tongue   is   on   her   and   she   whimpers,   one   hand   curling   into   the   bedding   beneath.   Kat   tangles   her   finger   into   redlocks.   ❝   Oh   god...Billy...❞   She   loves   the   way   his   hold   tightens   on   her,   how   he   delves   into   her   sex   like   he   needs   her.   She   needs   this   -   needs   him   -   more   than   she   realized.   The   sounds   that   fall   from   her   lips   are   sinful   but   she   doesn't   care.   No   one's   ever   touched   her   like   this   and   it's   liberating.   

Kat   falls   back   against   the   mattress,   her   back   arching   as   he   feasts   on,   fingers   tighten   in   his   hair   as   his   tongue   plays   with   her   clit.   She   swears   it's   too   much   and   not   enough   at   the   same   time.   Clearly   she's   been   foolish   to   believe   he   wouldn't   know   what   he   was   doing.   She   realizes   it   was   projection   on   her   part,   she   had   wanted   him   to   be   all   talk   because   it   means   she   wouldn't   want   this   again.   She's   lost   already.   Kat   is   going   to   crave   this   feeling   from      him   over   and   over   again.   Dark   hues   watch   him   between   her   legs,   her   skin   flushed   with   arousal.   ❝   Oh   fuck...yes   yes...that   feels   so   good.   ❞   She   feels   like   her   words   are   gibberish   but   she   can't   help   it.   Her   whole   body   is   on   fire.   

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MAX MAYFIELD ( @starskatr· )

“   still   …   thank you.   ”      two years ago , when they first stood nose to nose , eleven looked at max with such distain that it made the red head feel as if no bond would ever come between the two.      now   …   now that same person was her best friend and the very reason max was even alive.      it was funny how time worked.      a soft but there smile grows as the other cups her cheeks , her words sinking in deep.      but it does not take away the feeling of owing her life from this point forward to the girl.      “   and besides , you still owe me an explanation about the whole piggybacking from a pizza dough freezer thing.   ”

                              EL   DIDN'T   THINK   SHE   WOULD   EVER   GET   USED   TO   PEOPLE   THANKING   HER   FOR   DOING   THE   RIGHT   THING.   She   would   never   let   anything   happen   to   the   people   she   cared   about   be   hurt   if   she   could   help   it.   It's   hard   to   accept   the   thanks   but   she   does   so   as   gracefully   as   possible   and   simply   hugs   her   friend   again.   She'll   never   not   feel   guilty   for   how   she   treated   Max   at   the   beginning,   and   she's   so   happy   they've   moved   past   that.   

❝   Oh,   ❞   she   laughed   as   she   leaned   back.   ❝   It's   just   something   I   thought   might   work.   I   wasn't   sure   but   Argyle   talked   someone   into   letting   us   use   the   pizza   restaurant.   We   filled   an   empty   freezer   with   a   bunch   of   salt   water   to   make   it   like   the   sensory   deprivation   tanks   at   the   lab.   It   worked   the   same   and   let   me   find   you.   I   couldn't   have   done   it   without   the   others.   It   wasn't   just   me   that   saved   you.   ❞

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💌 65 .  one small kiss  ,  pulling away for an instant before devouring each other . ( @flovraelies​​ )

THE   FEEL   AND   TASTE   OF   BILLY'S   LIPS   AGAINST   HIS   OWN   IS   FAMILIAR.   It   still   sparks   something   inside   of   him   he   hasn't   felt   since   he   was   sixteen   years   old.   Niko   can   clearly   recall   the   last   night   he   ever   saw   the   redhead,   lying   on   a   blanket   on   the   beach,   the   stars   bright   above   them   as   the   waves   crashed   into   the   shore.   He   remembers   holding   hands,   both   of   them   bruised   and   broken,   making   plans   to   run   away   together   because   neither   of   them   could   stand   living   with   their   parents   anymore.   They   were   going   to   meet   the   next   night   in   their   secret   spot   in   the   middle   of   the   night.   Niko   never   made   it   because   they   had   come   for   him.   People   who   his   parents   believed   to   be   from   a   'tough   love'   camp   and   who   turned   out   to   work   for   Hawkins   Lab   and   Dr.   Brenner.   Somehow,   they   had   known   about   Niko's   powers   and   they   had   tried   to   exploit   those   powers.   He   never   let   them.   He   knows   Billy   must   have   been   heartbroken   when   he   didn't   show   up   that   night.   It's   all   he   thought   about   for   weeks   before   the   instinct   to   survive   took   over.   

The   kiss   was   gentle   and   swift.   Blue   eyes   look   up   into   the   other   man's   and   he   searches   them   for...something.   He's   not   sure.   The   blonde   thought   this   part   of   his   life   was   in   the   past,   the   chapter   with   Billy   closed.   Funny   how   fate   seems   to   work   so   mysteriously.   He's   never   even   believed   in   fate   but   he   has   no   other   explanation   for   this.   The   auburn-haired   man   was   his   first   love,   his   only   love,   but   they   were   older   now   and   he   hadn't   been   sure   if   those   feelings   were   still   there.   Now   he   knows   they   absolutely   are.   Their   young   love   had   been   a   whirlwind   of   trouble,   sexual   exploration,   and   the   desperate   need   for   someone   to   relate   to.   It   had   been   stripped   from   them   so   violently   it   had   left   a   gaping   wound   in   both   their   chests   that   have   only   barely   begun   to   heal.   

❝   Billy   I-   ❞   he   starts   and   stops,   unsure   if   there's   anything   to   say.   Neither   of   them   are   people   who   wear   their   hearts   on   their   sleeves.   Talking   was   never   something   they   did   often   when   they   were   younger.   They   should   talk   -   they   need   to   talk   -   but   right   now   all   he   wants   is   the   warmth   and   security   of   the   other   man.   So   he   grabs   hold   of   the   redhead   and   pulls   him   into   a   deeper   kiss,   guiding   Billy   back   to   the   closest   wall   and   trapping   his   body   betwwen   it   and   his   own.   Niko's   teeth   scrape   his   bottom   lip   before   his   tongue   slips   into   his   mouth.   A   low   groan   leaves   him   as   his   fingers   tangle   in   auburn   curls.   

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💌 “ you deserve more than i could ever give you. ”  ( @willbyerstm​ )

❝   THAT'S   NOT   TRUE,   ❞   MIKE   REPLIED,   SHAKING   HIS   HEAD.   He   will   never   understand   why   Will   thinks   so   low   of   himself,   or   why   he   thinks   he's   some   kind   of   burden   to   him.   Will   has   never   been   and   never   will   be.   They're   best   friends   and   maybe   even   more   than   that.   He's   not   sure   though   he   wants   to   find   out.   He   reached   out   for   the   other   boy's   hand   and   squeezed   it.   

❝   I   don't   care   what   you   say.   You   mean   more   to   me   than   anyone   else   in   the   world,   Will.   I      know   I've   been   an   asshole   a   lot   and   I'm   sorry   for   that.   ❞   Mike   looked   down   at   their   joined   hands.   ❝   I   want   to   deserve   you.   ❞

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ELIZABETH BATHORY ( @ofmythsandfables​ )

❈ — Apparently neither are vampires, she thought silently with a light chuckle and sipped more of her drink. Glancing back at him, Elizabeth smiles and shakes his hand firmly. “Elizabeth. It’s lovely to meet you, Billy.” She lingers in holding his gaze and hand for only but a moment longer until she breaks everything, turning to her glass and downing the rest of its contents.

“How about we get another round, my treat? I’d very much like for us to get to know each other some, if you’re willing to spare some of your time..?” The young man was way too attractive for his own good and Elizabeth was most intrigued by him. She briefly wondered how his blood tasted and couldn’t help her lips curling upward at the thought…

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❝ NICE TO MEET YOU, ELIZABETH, ❞ HE REPLIED WITH A SMALL GRIN. Billy couldn't quite put his finger on what it was about this woman that drew him in, but he felt like a moth to a flame. He didn't feel that way about most people, or any people for that matter. It baffled him and he knew he ought to question that since it felt a little dangerous. Billy was nothing if not reckless and the woman next to him felt like a rabbit hole he could fall down quickly. So instead of declining her offer and calling it a night, he found himself agreeing with a nod.

❝ Of course I can spare some time for someone as beautiful as you. ❞ He was being genuine when he said that. Billy pushed his now empty glass aside and once a fresh Old Fashioned was before him, he tested the taste of it. ❝ So do we start with the boring questions? What do you do for a living? Where are you from? ❞ Billy wasn't good at shit like this. He was used to people just wanting to get straight to sex so he was rusty in the department of getting to know someone.