#school parka | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

lovebugism · 2 months

Note

#20 from the jealousy, jealousy prompt list with steve pls 🫶🏼

steve doesn't realize he's in love with you until he gets a glimpse of you with someone else (fwb to lovers, fluff, 1.2k)

Steve Harrington spent the entire summer thinking he was the only one who thought your Scoops Ahoy uniform was way hotter than should be allowed.

The thigh-high socks. The short skirt. The pretty ascot tied around your neck. It was a diabolical concoction. And, yeah, sure, the sailor theme was an acquired taste, but Steve has always been a firm believer that you could wear anything and make him fall to his knees. He’d worship you like a goddess in a goddamn parka, he’s that far gone for you.

The only problem is he thought he was the only one.

He loved you so much that everything else just became white noise. There was never any room for anyone else to love you ‘cause he adored you the most. Or he thought so, at least — until a pretty boy with circle glasses and a chiseled jawline talked you up at the front counter. For ten fucking minutes straight.

He watches the stranger cross the threshold of Scoops, with a sundae in his hand and a dumb smile on his stupid face. “Who was the guy?” Steve blurts from the opened partition the second he’s gone. He folds his golden arms over the countertop, biceps threatening to burst from the navy sleeves of his uniform.

“A friend,” you answer casually as you sort change in the register.

His fluffy brows pinch then relax a moment later. He pouts at the vague response because he can’t handle not knowing. “Seems like you two are real close,” he lilts, trying hopelessly to play it cool.

“We are, actually,” you tell him. You drop the remaining quarters into their designated section and flash him a pretty look over your shoulder. “I’ve known him since I was a teenager— sophomore year, I think?”

Steve nods slowly, feigning interest. “Ah. High school sweethearts, then?”

You slide the opened register closed with your hip. It clunks shut behind you as you spin around to face him. You walk the short distance to the back counter, skirt swishing around your thighs as you go. Steve tries hard not to pull away when you lean in towards him, choosing to bask in your unwavering stare and intoxicating perfume instead.

“You should watch what you say, Harrington,” you caution lowly. “I’m gonna start to think you’re jealous.”

He scoffs. “I am not jealous.”

“No?”

“No! No way,” he answers, too quickly to be convincing. “We’re— We said we were gonna do the whole unlabelled thing, so… That’s what we’re doing.”

You nod once. “Great,” you hum with a tightlipped smile, spinning away once more.

The door to the breakroom squeaks open a moment later. Steve lingers in the entryway, shifting on his feet like a nervous child in a sailor’s uniform. Crossing his arms over his chest, he peers at you through his lashes.

“But it wouldn’t be, like, the worst thing in the world if I said I wanted to be the only one who, you know, looks into your eyes, and… holds your hands, and… hears you laugh…” he wonders lowly, scrunching the bridge of his nose. “Right?”

You don’t realize how big you’re smiling when you look back at him. “No,” you shrug, all cool despite your skipping heart. “It wouldn’t be the worst thing.”

“Good,” Steve grins.

The small of your back digs into the counter’s edge when you turn to face him. You meet his pretty face with a sheepish one. “But it does go against everything we talked about it.”

The boy shrugs. “Well, then, screw it,” he blurts.

“What?”

“I take it back.”

You laugh before you mean to. The golden sound echoes through the empty store. “That quickly?”

“Hush,” he pouts.

“It took me talking to some guy — who might as well be a stranger to me now, by the way — to change your mind about wanting to date me?” you elaborate with narrowed eyes.

Steve cowers under your stare. “…Kinda. Yeah.”

“So, what?” you scoff. “We’re boyfriend-girlfriend now?”

“If you wanna be.”

You grin up at him while he approaches you, all slow like he’s stalking prey — only you don’t entirely mind being hunted. “Pretty soon, we’ll be playing house if we’re not careful,” you joke, smoothing your palms up his torso.

A crooked grin blossoms on his pink mouth at the thought. “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea, actually,” he mumbles lowly.

“Steve…” you huff.

He laughs and cradles your jaw between softly calloused palms. “What?” he hums as he ducks down to kiss you. Your lips lock in a fleeting kiss — an innocuous spearmint-strawberry-chapstick concoction.

You let him kiss you, but your pout never wavers. “You can’t just say something like that and expect me to move on,” you murmur.

“I like you?” he shrugs. “So what?”

“So what?” you parrot with a laugh. “We’re not kids anymore, you know? Relationships are pretty serious now, Steve.”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

You meet his doe-eyed look with a sterner glare. “That’s the problem. That’s why we agreed to keep things lowkey. ‘Cause you can’t be serious about anything.”

“I can’t be serious about some things,” Steve insists with a boyish twist to his scruffy features. You arch your brow to egg him on. “Well, you, for starters— I haven’t even looked at anyone since I started seeing you, so… That’s gotta be a start, right?”

Your brows scrunch softly together. You don’t mean to look as shocked as you do, but you can’t help it. “You haven’t?”

“No,” he answers, chiseled features swirled like he’s tasted something sour. The thought never even crossed his mind despite distinctly keeping your relationship (or lack thereof, maybe) completely casual. “Have you?”

“No! I just… I thought that maybe you were, you know, keeping your options open or whatever.”

“So that means you’re not canoodling with Mister Jawline, right?” he jokes with a hopeful glint in his honeyed gaze.

You roll your eyes but decide to humor him anyway. “No, Steve,” you deadpan.

He grins, prettier than should be allowed. “Good.”

You squint up at him. “Which means you’re not canoodling with Miss Redhead-Nice-Boobs, who comes in every week just to talk to you. Right?”

Steve’s brows furrow. His dark eyes flit between both of yours as he tries to figure out who exactly you’re referring to. “Who?” he wonders with a cartoonish lilt to his voice.

You’re pout deepens ‘cause you don’t know what he’s playing at. Her name’s Cherry — which you think is pretty easy to remember, considering her fiery auburn curls and ruby red lipstick. She’s tall and lean and effortlessly beautiful. Too pretty to be jealous of. You can’t help but admire her.

So Steve’s confusion is equally dumbfounding.

“You do like me, don’t you?” you murmur with a suspicious squint.

He laughs. “Does that surprise you?”

“A little bit. Yeah.”

His nose scrunches. “Still wanna be boyfriend-girlfriend with me, though?”

You purse your lips to the side and pretend to ponder the question “Sure,” you shrug after a few moments, rising to the tips of your toes to smack a quick kiss to his mouth.

You greet a group of customers a second later, while Steve restocks the tubs of ice cream. Totally casual. Not at all lovesick.

Well… maybe a little.

#published by bug #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things imagine #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #st drabbles #stevie drabble

1K notes · View notes

kaito-pictures · 1 year

Text

he's so 'babygirl'

#kaito #vocaloid #vocaloid kaito #kaito vocaloid #kaito tuesday #kaito blue is best blue #vocaloid screenshots #screenshots #vocaloid screanshots #project diva #school parka #romeo and cinderella

52 notes · View notes

opheliaoversteers · 2 years

Text

It’s not even december and it’s been fucking icing all day.

Just straight ice falling from the sky. All day. 14 hours straight. This is february weather. I’m not prepared for this yet. I don’t even have all my sweaters out of storage still.

#read: i haven’t pulled them out from the mess that is the space beneath my bed #i have two icelandic wool sweaters out and a single parka and that’s It #and i brought those out just to survive the law school in september bc they keep it at 18 degrees C year round #not built for this -1 C weather rn

1 note · View note

raven-at-the-writing-desk · 8 months

Text

🎃 twst halloween 2023 ABEMA stream news 👀

SIT DOWN, Y'ALL IT'S A DOOZY AND YOU'LL NEED IT

***SPOILERS FOR THE TWST HALLOWEEN 2023 EVENT + OTHER ABEMA LIVESTREAM NEWS BELOW THE CUT!***

First main topic of discussion is the Disney100 Campaign and a reminder about the SSR Platinum Jacket Grim banner. There is also a limited design parka giveaway in JP.

PV ALREADY??????????? ?? ??? ?? ? ??? ?? ??? AND DESIGN REVEALS FOR THE TWO NEW CHARACTERS (so sorry for the crunchy quality on Ace)

You can watch the new Halloween animation (English fansubbed) here!

The new characters are Ferro Honest and Gideru/Gidel/Gidell, the latter of which is not voiced. However, Ferro Honest will be voiced by Tomokazu Sugita!!

Some new event images!! The new event is called "Stage in Playful Land ~Dancing Puppets and the Fantastical Theme Park~"! The boys will be headed to "Playful Land", an amusement park of illusions. They've been specially invited by the two new characters. You get to forget all your worries and have fun all day, no need to pay! Maybe you'll even become a star... Hey, why not just skip school and stay here forever? How shady! There has to be a catch to it...

NEW CARDS TIME!!!!!

First up, the Rs (Trey, Jack, Jade, Lilia)! You can automatically see that the poses are very dynamic and incorporate ribbons. They look like they're being puppeteered on strings!! You'll also notice that they still have the eye masks, just with a different overall outfit theme than in Glorious Masquerade.

Next, the SRs (Cater, Leona, Floyd, Vil)! asdihlbaoyfeqfba They all look like they're having so much fun moving around their limbs and posing~

Last, but not least, the SSRs (Ace, Kalim, Ortho)! THEY'RE ALL SO DRAMATIC (especially Ace, look at him hamming it up)... It's really rare to see this kind of an expression on Kalim too, so it's a treat! Ortho was practically a given because of the Pinocchio inspiration of this event, but it's still so great to see the confirmation.

Yana-sensei was inspired by marionettes while designing this line of cards! She paid special attention to the patchwork in the clothes (there are even some easter eggs in there, particularly on the SSR trio). THE NEW HALLOWEEN EVENT STARTS ON THE 20TH 🤡THAT'S THE END OF THIS WEEK.... . . .. ............ . . .. . . .... . . .. . . . .

Ooh, new event merch! Keychains and scarves, plus a large holographic acrylic block with the Platinum Jacket Grim initial art.

885 notes · View notes

littlestardude · 1 year

Text

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Dating Kenny HCS|| Reader x Kenny McCormick

✰ - SFW & NSFW - ✰

Plot: Just sum HCS!

Note: I love Kenny McCormick so fucking much he's so pookie smookie, also first post yippee!

TW: Drugs, death bcs of drugs (its Kenny he comes back-), incest ment (concerning rats), smut HCS at the end

Gender: AFAB Gen neutral

✰ - SFW - ✰

FLIRTS NONSTOP. all day every day, he just doesn't fucking stop. But the moment you flirt back.

Bro is dead, 6 feet under, giggling and kicking his feet

Has trouble falling asleep and sometimes you'll wake up and he'll be just staring at you

"Kenny what the fuck are you doing... "

"You're so pretty... Can I not stare at my partner in the middle of the night!? :(("

Demands you cuddle him to sleep

Did I mention touchy?

Yea

Super fucking touchy

Literally has to be touching you all the time as if you we're his phone in his pocket or he'll freak out

Actually learned the value of life once you stepped in. He's died only once.

Why you ask? In his words

"I can NOT just say no to free drugs"

Drugs in question were something called... Crazy 8...basically 8 fucking drugs mixed together.

Yea he wasn't gonna survive.

Now you have to keep an eye on him, and tell him to just stick with weed

Oh yeah weed

Bro is toasted most of the time.

AND reeks of weed 24/7

Anytime you smell weed the first thought that pops into your head is, "where's Kenny? "

Basically weed is a comforting smell to you now 💀

Asked you to get high with him

You were reluctant at first but then you tried it... Let's just say it's a common occurrence now

You think he's flirty when he's sober? When he's high omfg.

Compliments like crazy, and can actually take compliments back when he's high

You adore high Kenny because he literally turns into the silliest mf alive

Super duper touchy when you're both high, like on top of each other the whole time

Piercings out the wazoo

Tattoos to come...

You let him shower at your place so he actually became CLEAN once you started dating.

Like his hair is actually touchable now, and not greasy

He's still a rat boy tho, and does dirty rat boy things

Actually HAS rats

You came over one time and he introduced you to his ratty children

"This is Frankie, and Frankie Jr, and Frankie Jr Jr, and that's Maggy, and Rosie and- FRANKLIN JR GET OFF YOUR SISTER RIGHT NOW! >:("

"Um, Ken... I don't know how to tell you this but rats dont care about incest..."

Almost cried, "it's like medieval Spain all over again... "

You pat his back, "it never gets easier... " you sighed dramatically

Loves animals, you guys wanna get a dog and cat together!

He loves you and adores you so much

He thinks you're the best person to ever come out of this cruel world, and he tells you that all the time

You also love him. So much. You think he's the prettiest, sweetest boy

You tell him that most of the time when you think he's asleep, he usually isn't because he loves hearing it

Back to the weed thing, LOVES when u guys order McDonald's when ur both high and have the munchies

Bro can throw down 2 big macs, 1 double quarter pounder, 20 piece chicken nuggets, and 2 orders of large fries and still be like

"I need something sweet... " 💀

Anytime you're out with your friends, Kenny's usually wearing his parka and you're the only one who can understand Kennish

Also holding hands the whole time

It took you awhile to get used to the fact you had a super clingy partner but you got used to it

You guys were able to get a place together eventually after high school

It's super shitty but it's home <3

You'll eventually upgrade after grueling work and endless shifts

But you definitely make time for each other

✰ - NSFW - ✰

(The fun begins *rubs hands evily together*)

SWITCH KENNY SUPREMACY!!! Literally does not mind either, as long as he's with you and he's naked? And you're naked? Bros chilling

Fucking loves oral, receiving and giving

First time he ate you out, you were on cloud mf 9, seeing stars n shit

He LOVES your thighs, like before he eats you out he just likes kissing and squeezing your thighs

HOWEVER. The first time you sucked him off. Omg, HIS thighs were MESMERIZING.

Something about boys thighs... Just seeing them pushed together, your fucking weakness.

His thighs are pale and ever so slightly plushy... Help me

KNOWS WHAT TO DO WITH HIS MF HANDS‼️

He grabs you and stimulates you in the best fucking spots

LOVES COCKWARMING. NEED I SAY LESS.

You guys will just be chilling watching a movie, and he'll just go like

"Babeeeee... " that's literally all he needs to say bcs you know what he wants.

After some time of just being on his dick it kinda hits you, "I'm on his cock, I could literally do what ever I want... " you think, evily

You'll shift your body around to where you're looking at him and he already knows what's coming, his hands are IMMEDIATELY on your hips

And you start slowly bouncing up and down

Doesn't take him long to start making noises

He's very vocal during sex, he sees no point in staying silent

Plus the first time he moaned super loud during sex you literally came on the spot.

Now he can't help but moan and whimper when you're on top of him because he knows you love it

AFTERCARE KINGG

Usually urges you two to take a shower after sex

Sometimes ends up into shower sex if the both of you still have the energy

You bought a shower stool so you both could fuck in the shower because one time he almost slipped and will NEVER live it down

"IT WAS SUPER SLIPPERY OKAY"

"You stepped on the soap babe... You almost went flying"

Yea a shower stool and those mats for the shower floor

#kenny mccormick #kenny x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny x reader smut #kenny mccormick x reader smut #south park smut #south park fanfiction #south park hcs #✰Star's shooting comets

918 notes · View notes

bigdumbbambieyes · 6 months

Text

Winter comes, blowing frigid air through Hawkins, covering the ground with a thick layer of snow and the roads in slick ice.

And the air is so cold it hurts Billy’s face.

He frowns, nearly glowers, at the way his breath and cigarette smoke seem to dance in the air in front of him, visible for a second or two before floating away.

His leather jacket becomes stiff and cold when he stands outside the school this early in the morning, stuffing his glove-less hands into his pockets, feeling the cold scrape of the metal zipper against his nearly frozen skin.

It fucking sucks.

Even the tips of his ears are cold.

He smokes only half of his cig before he tosses it against the brick and rushes back inside, grabbing the cold metal handle of the door and rushing inside, his shoulders all the way up to his ears as he shudders.

There, down the hall at his locker, is Steve. Waiting for him.

“Damn,” the pretty boy grins, “Cold enough for you, Hargrove?”

He glowers at Steve the same way he’d done to the air outside moments ago, shoving the brunet back so he can yank his locker door open and fish around for his notebook and pencil.

He feels warm fingers on the tips of his ears, probably red from how cold they are, and he smacks Steve’s hand away as the pretty boy laughs at his misery.

“C’mon, it’s not that bad,” Steve hums, and Billy ignores him as he looks for the right textbook.

A beat of silence passes before Steve’s grabbing at his leather jacket, still stiff from the cold weather, and says, “You’re wearing the worst thing for cold weather, too.”

Billy flicks his gaze over, narrows his eyes at Steve as he mutters, “It’s the only one I got.” Because he’s never needed anything thicker, anything warmer. The sun was enough for him, back home.

Their eyes meet and Billy feels the sun’s warmth as he looks into those dark eyes, watching Steve shrug off his jacket and hand it to Billy.

He would say Steve ‘offered’ it to him, but that would be wrong. There’s no option here — Steve hands him the jacket and so Billy shrugs off his own and shoves it into his locker to thaw. He pulls on the white and red jacket Steve wore under his parka, the warmth of his body still lingering in it, just like his cologne.

Billy can’t help the small sniffle he makes as his nose nearly drips, also thawing from the cold.

“Better?” Steve asks with a small, knowing smile.

“S’alright,” Billy murmurs with a half shrug, finally pulling out his textbook and notebook and slamming his locker shut.

“Looks good, too,” Steve adds quietly, smiling a little wider, making Billy feel fucking stupid for the way his stomach flips.

He clenches his jaw and eyes Steve, imagining how he must look, standing there in the dumb jacket over his black t-shirt and blue jeans, his ears and nose still pink from the cold.

And his eyes, bright blue, don’t look away from the pretty boy until Steve’s leading the way to class.

❄️

The next morning, Billy opens his locker to find a parka left inside. In the pocket, a note:

Stay warm.

Steve

Billy wears the coat all winter long.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #YES it’s winter #NO there’s no snow on the ground where i live #and it’s frustrating bc we ALWAYS GET SNOW #so here is some winter musings to pass the time until it comes 🤍#bambiwrites

179 notes · View notes

dragonflylady77 · 2 months

Text

The Birthday Wish

I decided on Wednesday afternoon to write a fic for Billy's birthday (on the Friday). Just pretend it's still 29 March, okay?

Gift for @spaceofentropy

You can find it on ao3

TW Neil Hargrove, child abuse

Steve drove up to the quarry, slowing right down when he noticed there was already a car there. A very familiar blue car.

“Fuck!” His evening was shit enough, having had to endure three hours of the Party as well as Jonathan and Nancy being all cozy on the couch at the Byers’ house for Will’s birthday, he didn’t fancy a confrontation with Billy Hargrove on top of that.

It was too late though, Hargrove would have noticed his car by now, for sure, and Steve knew he’d never hear the end of it if he turned tail now.

He parked alongside the Camaro and turned his engine off. He glanced to his left and did a double take when he noticed Hargrove was sitting on the hood of his car, a thin looking blanket on his lap. The guy was holding something but it was too dark, even with the nearly full moon, for Steve to see what it was.

Steve grabbed his parka from the backseat and put it on once he got out of his car.

“Am I dreaming or is that you, Harrington?” Hargrove asked as Steve did his zipper up.

It was cold as balls, barely above freezing. “Yeah, it’s me, don’t cream your pants,” he muttered under his breath, not expecting Hargrove to hear him but then he started laughing and Steve stared.

He couldn’t remember ever hearing Billy Hargrove laugh before. It was surprisingly heartwarming and Steve wished he could see his face properly. He stepped closer to the Camaro and peered at Billy. He had a can of beer between his thighs and was holding a cupcake.

Huh.

“You’re just in time, pretty boy,” Billy said, pulling his pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of his denim jacket, followed by his Zippo and a… birthday candle.

“In time for what?” Steve asked, confused as fuck. He didn’t even react to the pet name, he was kinda used to it. Truth be told, he hadn’t heard it for a while, since he wasn’t at school anymore, and he kinda missed it, not that he’d ever admit that to anyone.

“‘m turning eighteen in a few minutes,” Billy said around the cigarette between his lips. The flame of his lighter illuminated his face for a couple of seconds, long enough for Steve to see the black eye and the dried blood on his cheek.

“The fuck happened to you, Hargrove?”

Billy shrugged. “Neil didn’t take too kindly to Maxine reminding him it was my birthday. He expressed his displeasure before I dropped her off for her sleepover at the Byers’.”

“Excuse me, but what the fuck?”

“Don’t worry about it, princess. I’m just glad he gave me time to pack a bag before he kicked me out.”

“Kicked you out? On your birthday? Again, what the fuck?” Steve couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Well, yanno, I’m eighteen now, legally an adult, so I have to fend for myself or some such,” Billy said, checking the time on his watch and pressing the sad looking candle into the frosting of his blue cupcake.

Steve watched him light the candle, his heart in his throat as he connected some dots. What kind of parent kicked their kid out the day they turned eighteen? What kind of monster beat up their kid because it was their birthday? Holy shit .

Billy made eye contact with Steve before he closed his eyes for a moment and blew out his birthday candle.

“What d’you wish for?”

Billy grinned before he removed the candle and put it back in his pocket. “Can’t tell you, Stevie, or it won’t come true.”

“Happy birthday, Billy.”

“Thanks.” Billy ripped the cupcake in two and offered one of the halves to Steve, who took it with a nod.

Steve looked at it then back at Billy.

“It’s not poisoned, in case you’re wondering,” Billy said before he moved off the center of the hood and patted the space beside him. “Come sit with me, I promise I won’t bite.”

Holding his half cupcake, Steve sat on the edge of the Camaro’s hood before sliding closer to Billy. The metal was still a bit warm and it made Steve feel something he didn’t care to analyze.

“What are you gonna do?” Steve asked as he took a bite. The frosting was really sweet, and the cupcake vanilla flavored.

Billy shrugged again. “Sleep in my car, I guess, shower at school, or something, I dunno. Neil didn’t find the money I’ve been saving but it’s not enough for a motel, not to last until graduation, anyway.”

“Billy, it’s way too cold to be sleeping in your car. You’ll freeze to death!”

“Cute that you think anyone will care, Harrington.” Billy laughed and this time, it made Steve shiver. Unlike before, there was no happiness in that laugh. “Not sure you’ve noticed but literally no one gives a fuck about me. No one at school. Certainly no one at the house on Cherry Lane.”

“Max cares,” Steve countered. You care , a voice in his mind added but he shushed it.

“She only cares because I’m her ride to places and it saves her having to walk everywhere. I have zero illusions about where I stand.” Billy balled up the paper case of his cupcake and threw it into the bushes.

“Surely—” Steve was sure Billy was wrong about Max.

“Nah, pretty boy. It’s fine. Don’t worry your pretty head about it. Just promise me, when they find me dead in a ditch, make up some good stories about me at my funeral, okay?” His empty beer can went the way of the cupcake case.

“That’s not funny.”

“Like I said, not your problem,” Billy said, an edge in his voice that Steve was wary of. “You should head home before your parents wonder what happened to you.”

Steve snorted. “My parents are somewhere in Europe, and they don’t give a fuck.”

“Aww Stevie, I’m sure that’s not true.”

“They showed up on Christmas Day and told me I had six months to sort myself out because they were putting the house on the market on July 1. I’m lucky my mom talked my dad out of cutting me off when I didn’t get into college.”

“Ouch.” Billy winced. “What are you gonna do?”

Steve shrugged. Working at Family Video was all well and good but it wasn’t really a long term plan. “Saving most of my shitty wages until I have to leave, then, I don’t know. Indy, maybe. Or Chicago, I guess.”

“You need to think bigger, princess. There’s a whole world out there. Where’s somewhere you’ve always wanted to go? What’s on your list?”

Steve took a moment to really think about it, watching his breath make little clouds of steam every time he exhaled. His ass was getting cold as well, sitting on the cooling metal. Billy’s blanket looked even thinner up close than it had earlier. It was time to move this party somewhere else.

“Hey, don’t feel like you have to say yes, or anything, but you wanna come back to my house? It’ll be warmer than here. I’ll even make us some food if you want.”

Billy didn’t punch his lights out or say no outright, so Steve counted that as a win. Billy gave him a confused look.

“Didn’t you have dinner at that weird kid’s birthday party? I saw your car there.”

“Yeah, well, sitting across from my ex and her new boyfriend kinda killed my appetite. I’m starving.”

“I didn’t realize you could cook, Stevie,” Billy said, taking one last drag of his cigarette before pressing the butt of it to the underside of his boot and dropping it in the dirt.

“My parents have been taking progressively longer trips ever since I was twelve, so I had to learn. There’s only so many frozen pizzas and boxed mac and cheese a guy can eat before he craves real food.”

***

Billy followed Steve to Loch Nora and parked his Camaro next to the bimmer in the Harringtons’ vast garage. He wasn’t too sure what was happening, but the promise of warmth, food and company definitely beat sleeping in his car at the quarry with the shitty blanket he’d sneaked out of Cherry Lane.

He left his boots by the door in the foyer and spent a moment taking in what he could see of his former teammate’s house. The Harringtons lived on the other end of the spectrum when it came to income bracket, no doubt about it. For starters, they had an upstairs and what looked like a formal lounge and, oh yeah, was that a freaking pool ?

“Billy?” Steve called out and Billy startled.

“Yeah?” he replied, wandering towards the voice and the light. The kitchen was bigger than his bedroom at Neil’s house, with a double oven and too many cupboards to count.

“Hey, there you are,” Steve looked up at him from the freezer. “You okay with gnocchi?”

“Um, I guess. Never had them.”

Steve smiled at him and Billy felt something warm unfurl in his chest. He was having trouble remembering why this crush he’d been harboring on Steve was a bad idea, what with the way Steve was finally giving the attention he’d been craving since the first day.

He sat on the bar stool by the breakfast bench and watched as Steve put a big pot of water on the stove. Steve kept telling Billy what he was doing as he was doing it, explaining it was a recipe he’d found in a cookbook his parents had brought back from one of their trips.

The butter and sage smelled delicious and Billy couldn’t wait to try this dish. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had taken the time to cook for him. Susan’s cooking skills were not the best and she cooked whatever Neil demanded anyway. One of the upsides of being kicked out was that Billy would never have to pretend to enjoy Susan’s bland, dry meatloaf.

Billy realized Steve was calling his name and he looked over at him. “Sorry, what did you say?”

“Dinner is ready. You wanna watch a movie while we eat?”

Billy nodded, at a loss to explain why Steve was being so nice to him. It wasn’t like they were friends. Yeah, sure, Billy had apologized after the fight that night back in November, but the few times he’d taken Max to the video store, he’d stayed in the car to avoid any awkwardness.

Now he’d shared his birthday cupcake with the guy and they were sitting down on his expensive looking couch to watch a movie, with a beer and delicious smelling food Steve had made for them. Almost made Billy forget about Neil whaling on him and kicking him out of the house.

He expected Steve to sit on the other end of the couch but he sat right next to Billy instead, his thigh warm against Billy’s. They ate in silence, and Billy did his best to pay attention to the plot of the movie Steve had picked but he was too distracted to care much. He hadn’t been this close to Steve since basketball practice and it was making his heart race.

Billy was trying not to read too much into the prolonged physical contact. He’d already been punched once tonight, he wasn’t looking for a repeat. Resisting the urge to put his hand on Steve’s thigh was getting harder and Billy wasn’t sure how much longer he would be able to control his body’s reaction. That was an embarrassing situation he could do without, not to mention extremely awkward.

He put his empty plate on the coffee table and stood up, asking Steve for directions to the bathroom before telling him he didn’t need to pause the movie. Billy then rushed out of the living room and locked the bathroom door behind him, resting against it for a minute. Fuck. Maybe he should leave, head over to the Motel 6 for the night and work out what to do tomorrow.

Once he was done in the bathroom, he headed for the kitchen and got a glass of water to give himself some time.

“You okay?” Steve asked from the doorway and Billy startled.

“Y-yeah, just, um, needed a drink.” He drained the last of his water and put the glass in the sink. “Look, Steve, it’s really late. I’ll… um, I’ll get out of your hair. Thanks for dinner but I better be going.”

“What? No.” Steve walked into the kitchen and stopped in front of Billy. “Why?”

Because if I stay I’ll probably get a boner and try to kiss you…

Billy ran a tired hand through his hair. “It’s just… it’s better this way.”

“Better for who?” Steve asked, not budging when Billy tried to move past him.

“Steve…”

“Listen, Billy, I’m sorry.”

“What?”

Steve’s hand made it halfway to Billy before he dropped it at his side and wasn’t that a mindfuck? “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable by sitting so close to you on the couch. I just…”

“You just…?” Billy’s fingers twitched with the need to reach out to the boy in front of him. He could feel Steve’s eyes on him, a phantom touch that heated up his skin, so for once, he let himself look. Steve’s hair looked like he’d been raking his fingers through it, his brown eyes fixated on Billy, the moles dotting his cheek and his neck, the yellow jumper that looked so soft.

Billy didn’t let his gaze move below the belt, instead trailing back up to Steve’s mouth, his lips looking so fucking kissable. And so close. Huh? Before Billy could fully process that Steve had closed the gap between them, Steve leaned forward, cupping Billy’s face with both hands, and pressed their mouths together.

The contact was brief. Too soon, Steve pulled away, dropping his hands and taking a step back, eyes wide, like he suddenly realized the enormity of what he’d done. Billy grabbed him by the waist with both hands and pulled him close, capturing Steve’s lips and unleashing a year and a half of pent up yearning and pining.

Billy found himself pressed against the side of the fridge, Steve’s tongue in his mouth and Steve’s arms around his neck. The kiss went from soft and exploratory to frantic and thrilling. Billy couldn’t get enough. He could feel Steve getting hard against his belly and it was intoxicating.

They broke the kiss when breathing became an issue but didn’t move away from each other.

“Stay,” Steve whispered against his lips and Billy nodded.

Later, tangled with Steve in his bed, naked and sated, Billy told Steve in hushed whispers how he’d wanted to kiss him since the Halloween party at Tina’s. Steve told Billy of all the times he’d stamped down on the attraction he was feeling because he believed it would never go anywhere. Billy laughed when Steve said he’d thought Billy was straight, then told him about Neil.

Over breakfast the next morning, Billy told Steve he’d secretly applied to colleges in California, and Steve told him he’d never seen the ocean. They started making plans.

***

Billy stepped off the stage on Graduation Day and walked past his classmates and the rest of the crowd until he reached the parking lot. Steve and Max were leaning against the Camaro, chatting animatedly. Max ran to him when she spotted him and they hugged.

“I’m gonna miss you so much, Billy!” she cried when he let go of her.

“You can come visit, shithead,” he replied with a grin. Being with Steve had helped repair their relationship and Billy had had to admit that Steve was right and Max did care.

“You better write me when you get there.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I promised, didn’t I?”

They hugged one last time then Steve said his goodbyes and they got into the car.

Billy told Steve he could picked a tape and a lone birthday candle fell out of the glove box when Steve opened it.

“You never did tell me about your birthday wish, Billy,” Steve said, holding the candle up with two fingers.

Billy smiled as he pulled away from the lot. “I guess I can tell you now, since it came true.”

“Oh?”

“You were my wish, pretty boy.”

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #billy hargrove's birthday #dragonflylady77 #the birthday wish

102 notes · View notes

angel-gone-south · 8 months

Text

Stan’s Gang, Craig’s Gang, Scott M., Girls, Pip, Damien, Gregory, Christophe, and Gary x GN!Reader: Comfort

For those of you going through something. High school implied. Trying out something, lemme know what you think

listened to: snap out of it - arctic monkeys, no surprises - radiohead, all’s well that ends - rainbow kitten surprise, ykwim? - yot club, birdbath - gezebelle gaburgably, meteor shower - cavetown

CW: Drug/alc ment, abuse ment, cigarettes

Stan Marsh

When you showed up at his window sobbing, three in the morning, well… he knew it wasn’t good. He hauled you in, immediately embracing you in a hug. Despite the smell of pot and alcohol mixing with his cologne, you held him as tight as you could. You couldn’t be bothered to care as you buried your snotty, tear-soaked face into his wide shoulders. He hushed you and lifted you easily by your thighs. Your legs wrapped around him as he carried you to the bed, setting you down and soothing you while he went to shut the window. The football player laid down, pulling you on top of him so he could play with your hair and rub your back.

You didn’t need to say anything for him to hold you.

Kyle Broflovski

He’s like his mother. His first instinct was to fix it, make the problem go away so you could stop crying. But as he went to spitball ideas with his friends, you grabbed him by the sleeve. His head turned to you and his heart broke at your expression. He knew you were desperate, and he got it. Finally, he understood what you wanted from him. Comfort. So, he picked you up, right there in the hallway. He took you outside, on the school’s front steps where nobody was during lunch. He set you in his lap, and buried his face in your shoulder, whispering the sweetest of everythings in your ear.

He couldn’t stand seeing you so sad.

Kenny McCormick

You’d brushed him off all day, which was extremely unlike you. His every attempt at catching your attention fell flat, and you were out of it. When he pulled you into the janitor’s closet (something far too usual for the two of you), he saw how dull your eyes were. He pulled down his parka hood and unzipped it, draping it over your smaller form. When you looked up at him his rough hands were instantly cupping your face with the gentlest of touches. He murmured softly, bringing your foreheads to touch as his hands slid down your arms and held your waist. He pressed soft kisses along the bridge of your nose, up to your forehead and scalp where he silently left millions.

He would do anything to let you know you were loved.

Eric Cartman

Eric was never a sappy, comforting guy. Especially when he was woken up at eight in the morning on a lazy Sunday. But when he saw your trembling form on his porch once he escaped from his yawn, he immediately stepped aside to allow you access to his home. The place (and he) smelled of cinnamon as he picked you up princess style to bring you to his large, soft mattress. He cradled your head in his chest, the soft sunlight from his blinds spilling over the two of you. He tugged a blanket up, fingers coming soothingly through your hair. The two of you laid there for a bit before drifting off.

The world and your problems could wait.

Butters Stotch

Butters was sure he would get his ass thoroughly beat for this. But he was completely sure it wouldn’t matter to him. He had to know you were safe. He ran across the neighborhood, hopping your backyard fence and scrambling up your treehouse’s ladder that was beginning to dampen with dew. He panted as he practically tackled you, and you clung to him. You’d sounded so distressed on the phone it’d made his core ache. He managed to coax you from the cold into the warmth of your bed. When he went to go, your hand softly gripped his wrist and you whimpered: a plea for him to stay. He sighed and smiled, kicking off his muddy shoes and climbing in to spoon you. He knew he’d be grounded when his mom found his bed empty.

But he would take the worst punishment for you.

Craig Tucker

Craig had a hard time reading folks. Being on the spectrum made recognizing subtle changes in mood almost mute to him. Clearly, though, you hadn’t been yourself lately, given that even he’d picked up on it. He sighed, his normally silent nature almost suffocating when mixed with your quiet contemplation. He held your waist softly, making you jump. He just used his other hand to lay your head on his shoulder. The two of you stayed like that for a long time. It became routine. Ever since, whenever you’d been down, Craig just opened his arms.

Normally he wasn’t touchy, but for you, he’d make any exception.

Tweek Tweak

He panicked when he heard the knock at his door after dinner one night. He calmed a bit when he saw it was you, but his heartbeat spiked right back up when he saw the fat tears rolling down your cheeks. He ushered you inside quickly and sat you on the couch. He swallowed dryly, not saying a word as he clamored around his kitchen to make you a warm beverage. When he was done and sipping his own coffee, motor tics finally subsiding, he sat with you. You spoke softly into the early morning.

He would always be there to calm your aching heart.

Clyde Donovan

Clyde was never the brightest. But he was emotionally intelligent. It was easy for him to tell when you needed him. He very kindly invited you over to his one weekend. You nearly broke down in sobs when you got there- he’d made a giant blanket fort, set out tons of snacks, lit candles and put your favorite movie on, ready to play. He dragged you into a bear hug, and didn’t let you go until your sobbing stopped. You had a grin on your face the whole night, so wide it made your cheeks hurt. The two of you fell asleep in each other’s warmth.

You couldn’t fathom why you hadn’t told him sooner.

Jimmy Valmer

Jimmy wasn’t quite used to feelings other than joy, or sometimes anger, given those were the two most common responses to his comedy. He was unsure how to handle your tears when you broke down at a sleepover with him. He shuffled himself on the bed, back against his headboard, and pat his lap. You obliged, albeit somewhat embarrassed, and he rubbed your sides and listened to your rambles. Surprisingly, the comedian gave great advice- and even better snuggles.

He loved your smile far more than your frown.

Tolkien Black

Tolkien invited you over when you expressed your discomfort at being alone for the night. You marveled briefly at his large house, despite having been in it before. He shot you a soft smile, and your heart began to hurt. You felt as though you could be yourself here, messy emotions and all. When you started bawling, he picked you up with ease and sat you on the island countertop whilst he made the two of you sundaes. He made sure to stick close to you the whole night, and when you fell asleep on his couch, he carried you up to his bed and tucked you both in.

Warm company and ice cream is such a happy thing.

Scott Malkinson

Scott’s dainty hands played in your hair as you lay on his lap. It was a warm day, and given your sorry state lately, Scott brought you to a picnic in his backyard, where the sun was just warm enough when it mingled with the house’s shadows. You sighed happily, feeding yourself a strawberry before offering one to the boy above you. He shuffled a bit, giving you a wide and dopey grin as he took it between his teeth. You both giggled, and Scott filled the following silence with anything he could think of.

Lazy days were the greatest for a pick me up.

Wendy Testaburger

Wendy was, quite like Kyle, a logical person. She was your best friend, level headed and always impressive. You almost envied how in-control she seemed of herself. But when you came to her, upset or crying or angry, inside she was losing it. She held your face in shaky hands, blabbering to you about how adored and wonderful you were. About how she adored every moment, every crumb of time she was ever able to spend with you. You meant the world to her and she would make sure you knew it every time you were sad.

You both tended to ramble- not that the other minded.

Bebe Stevens

Bebe was used to joy, people having fun. Your tears sent her mind spiraling, but she knew this wasn’t about her. This was about you. She led you away from the party, into a bedroom where she sat you on the bed. She kneeled in front of you, laying her head on your knees so you could play in her thick hair. She relented eventually, standing and pulling you to your feet too. She took a deep breath with you, and listened for the booming music downstairs. She held your hands, giggling with a beaming grin as she danced the two of you around the room.

She didn’t mind having a private party with you.

Nichole Daniels

You were far too quiet, lately. Nichole noticed when you were unenthusiastic at the latest DnD game. She grabbed your hand as you went to leave, and sat you down. She braided your hair while you talked out your woes, listening attentively to every detail. She offered advice, giving you a soothing squeeze on the shoulder. As you went to leave, she expressed her admiration for you. She thought you were very brave to speak of your feelings that way. She gave you a kiss on the forehead, and welcomed you to stay back with her any time.

You were delighted as you left that day.

Red McArthur

Typically, your day consisted of talking shit with your favorite girl. When you didn’t show up for school, her immediate instinct was to skip class and head to your house. What she wasn’t expecting was you, huddled on the couch, eating straight from a pint of ice cream. She knocked on the window, and you lazily meandered to let her in. She didn’t say a word, simply walking to sit on the couch and snuggle into you. Sometimes she would sneak the spoon from you, or you would feed her bites. You watched shitty romance movies abound, and fell asleep with the empty tub on the coffee table.

You and her were inseparable.

Heidi Turner

Heidi was known for being the therapist friend. The first time you ever tried to talk to her she internally scoffed and rolled her eyes. But every time you opened your mouth, she found herself entranced with the words you would say. Eventually you soothed her inner turmoils, and she helped you as well. It was a long time, lots of work. Her favorite moment was sitting on a bench in the park, her head on your shoulder and your head on hers, silently stargazing. She felt, in that moment, that she was understood, and she finally had someone to understand in turn.

Birds of a feather will perch together.

Pip Pirrup

Pip is probably the one person who understands inner turmoil the most. When you came to him for anything, he got it. He couldn’t help but to feel selfish, enjoying the times when you were upset and he held you. It made him feel whole, to have someone. Your reliance on him for comfort was no obstacle. He found himself looking forward to any sight of you. You grew close as could be. He was delighted to be your confidant, and you his. You defended him at school and he would defend you from the boogeymen that haunted the nights, protectively coddling you close to his chest.

You needed each other.

Damien Thorn

He tried hard to ignore it, at first. Your pain made him uncomfortable and he couldn’t fathom why. Normally the grumpy Son of Satan reveled in the suffering of the mortal race that so resembled those who cast his father from heaven, but with you it left a pit in his stomach. When you came to him, crying during your free period, he thought he might set the whole school ablaze to find a culprit. Your next move stopped him dead, though. You gripped his shirt, sobbing into his front. He awkwardly raised his hands, one going to rest on your back and the other fiddling in your hair. He’d seen others do the same. It worked like a charm.

He might just learn love, for you.

Gregory (of Yardale)

The Himbo King of Not Paying Attention, Gregory was doing his usual blabber as you sat by the pond, skipping rocks. Your heavy sigh pulled him from his stupor, and he scooted closer. You looked up at him with tired eyes, noticing his silence. He offered you an awkward smile and another rock to skip, his hand lingering when he passed it over. Fuck it, he decided, and held your free hand. A soft smile graced your features as Gregory maneuvered behind you, holding your hips and burying his face in your hair as you leaned back onto his warm chest. He allowed the two of you a long, long moment of peace.

Maybe silence didn’t always need filling.

Christophe “The Mole” DeLorne

There are no comforts in this world. It is cold and uncaring and vile, taking from the good and giving over to the evil. Cynical as ever, Christophe was a bitter boy. The worst thing that God could do, he thought, was make you cry. You were sunshine to him, the reason to be alive, a warmth he had never before known. He held you. No matter your soft, sniffling protests of him smelling like a pack of Marlboros. He was warm, wide and built from all the digging and boxing he did. Any chance he got he would hold you. At lunch, his arms loosely around your waist, you on his lap, his stubble tickling at the back of your neck. At either house, you on top of him, his hands massaging your sides and back, your fingers tracing his eyebags and scars. They were simple pleasures.

You were his world, his forever and always.

Gary Harrison

Despite not knowing you, his chest ached when he saw you at the edge of Stark’s Pond that day. You were sobbing, tears slipping down your soft face and sparkling like little crystals in the afternoon sun. He thought you looked utterly ethereal. His heart pounded as he gathered the courage, sitting next to you. At your furrowed brow and confused pout, he offered a gentle smile and put his arm out. You ducked yourself into his side, a new wave of sobs wracking your frame. He soothingly rubbed your arm, letting you soak the fabric of his shirt with tears.

Sometimes strangers aren’t always that strange.

Full disclosure this took like 3-4 days. Dedicated to my dearest friend. 😇💖

221 notes · View notes