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bookshelf-dust · 2 months

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i was made to love you

billy hargrove x fem!reader

gif by @suledins

word count: 1,879

warnings: teeny bit of swearing (i think?), reader has some bad experience with romantic things/insecurities/trust issues, anxious habits (lip picking), anxiety/slight panicking, otherwise quite soft and comforting

a/n: well, hello! i haven’t written for billy since october (gasp), but i’m happy to say that i finally got some inspiration for him again and i am pretty pleased with how this turned out. that inspiration was courtesy of a few prompt lists i found! the first being from this list by @euthymiaaa and the second from this list by @creativepromptsforwriting !! both of those were extremely helpful in getting me back in the groove of things. please check those blogs out!! anyway, i hope you will find some comfort in this and that you’ll enjoy. happy reading!!! <333

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“What’s the matter with you?”

Billy isn’t being mean when he asks you this. His tone isn’t cruel, but instead there’s a lilt to his voice, an almost desperate one.

He’s asking you to talk to him. The way you’ve been standoffish towards him all day is freaking him out. Your lip is raw from how aggressively you’ve chewed at it, since you’d rather do that than voice your feelings.

But he can’t take seeing you act this way.

“Come on. The windows are gonna start rattling with how you’re bouncin’ your leg, babe.”

You stop on instinct, red-stained fingernails moving back to your bottom lip.

“Nothing’s wrong, Billy. Just having a bad day.”

But that’s not totally true. Your day had been mundane at best. This feeling, your acting this way, had started when he’d shown up this morning, unannounced, with flowers in his hand. For you.

Something inside you broke upon seeing him there, knowing he’d spent money on you, knowing that for some reason he was thinking about you. You can’t understand it.

Billy gets up from his place on the couch. His socked feet move across the carpet until he’s sitting down on the coffee table in front of you. His hand grips your knee. You can’t avoid him this way, and it frustrates you even more, because why is it your attention that he wants?

“I know you better by now than to believe that,” he says firmly.

You can’t handle this. You sit up further on the couch and criss cross your legs so they’re out of his reach. You try not to notice the flash of pain across his face. You’re retreating from him and he doesn’t like it.

“Why are you doing this, Billy?”

He blinks. “Doing what?”

“Bringing me flowers. Thinking about me. Wanting to spend time with me. Touching me, calling me those names. Why do you do all of that to me?” Your voice breaks over that last word and you exhale, hard.

Billy’s eyebrows knit together. “Why wouldn’t I?”

You stare at him like he’s suddenly grown a third eye. Like it should be obvious to him why doing all of these things is wrong.

You lift your hand and rub at your chest. “Because I’m me.”

Billy lets out a huff of a laugh, looking over his shoulder like there must be some hidden camera in the room. “Yeah, and?”

Your eyes water. “Can’t you see all that’s wrong with me? There’s so many other girls you could be spending time with. So many you could love or pamper. We’re not even together and you-you’re treating me like I’m special.”

You stand up, now short of breath. Billy stands with you. You keep rubbing your chest. You slip a hand under your sweatshirt and squeeze the soft of your side, leaving fingernail imprints in your skin.

He moves quickly across the floor, recognizing that you’re starting to panic. He takes your hand in his, but keeps your clasped fingers pressed against your chest, just under your collarbones.

“You are special. To me, you’re the only girl in the world,” Billy says. But you’re not looking at him. Your eyes are glued to some spot behind his head. He presses his thumb to your jaw. “Hey. Look at me.” Your eyes find his and he follows a tear as it makes its way down your cheek. “You’re the only girl in the world.”

Your eyes flutter shut and you pull away from him.

“Th-this doesn’t make sense. I’m not the kind of girl that receives flowers or gets loved on or gets chosen. You’re my favorite person in the world, Billy, but I can’t possibly be what you want.”

He maintains eye contact with you, trying to understand why you’re behaving this way. Why you don’t believe his motives behind treating you the way he does. Like a princess.

You continue on, starting to pace. “My default is being a nervous wreck, Billy. I hate leaving the house, I don’t have any prospects, I’m not exciting…and I don’t have anything t-to offer you.”

And then it clicks.

Everything comes rushing into Billy’s mind, and he understands now, why you’re so confused, why you’re so afraid of the fact that he’s choosing you.

You’ve never had someone treat you this way. The last guy you talked to, the only guy you’ve talked to, wanted you first. But then you realized he wanted to talk when he needed something. You got attached and he took advantage of that. He dangled everything you’d ever wanted right in front of your face and then took it all away.

And now you’re trying to figure out why someone would want you.

The next words to leave your mouth snap Billy out of his stupor.

“I don’t deserve you.”

Billy swipes a hand down his face, fingers traveling to the back of his neck where he tugs at his hair to keep himself composed. Nothing is more frustrating than having the best girl he’s ever known in front of him and she can’t even see a shred of the value she has. How good she is.

He sighs. “If you think I am going to validate your pessimistic thoughts, then you’re wrong.”

You stop moving and slowly step back towards the couch. Your hands reach out for the cushions first, like you need to steady yourself or you won’t be able to sit properly.

This is the part where he’s supposed to leave. To lash out at you and say you’re too anxious, too worried. Thinking about the way those words have been said to you in the past makes you nauseous and your fingers rub at your stomach.

Billy tracks the motion and sits back down on the coffee table like he had been before. You’re trying to wrap your head around this.

You’d felt desired for a short time before Billy, and you’d felt special, having been treated like you were. But those features weren’t because of you and who you are, but because it guaranteed you’d be giving attention to someone else. Someone who fed off of that and needed it to feel satisfied. It was never because he really wanted you.

But now Billy does.

“I’m sorry, Billy. I want to be able to accept that you’re doing all of these things because your intentions are pure and because you actually like me, it’s just that my mind—it can’t comprehend that just yet.”

Billy takes your face in his hands. They’re warm and calloused and big, and your eyes fill just from the feeling.

“Don’t apologize to me. I understand where you’re comin’ from. But in all honestly, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I bring you flowers and ask to take you out and buy you books and stay the night because I want you. I’ve never wanted to do any of that with someone before. I’m not doing it for my gain. But because you…you are worth all of that. I want to make you happy. You understand me?”

You blink, and Billy’s thumb swipes the tear away before it travels down your face. You start to nod.

“I understand. Can you just…” You lock eyes with him. “Be patient with me? I’m gonna have to learn how not to be afraid o-of this and I know it’ll be hard.”

Billy knows your emphasis on “this” means a potential relationship with him. One beyond the slightly-more-than-friends thing you’ve got going on now. If he’s honest with himself, the prospect of that scares the shit out of him too, because he’s never really done this officially either. He’s always been a hookup kind of guy. The few girlfriends he had never lasted long or had some lasting emotional connection. But he knows your life hasn’t been that way. You’re afraid for different reasons. Because you think he’ll slip away and that you’ll really be the version of yourself that you see on a daily basis.

“Of course I can. I wouldn’t just give up on you because you’re kinda fucked up. That’d be pretty hypocritical, don’t you think?”

The corners of Billy’s mouth twitch. You blink at him, winded at his attempt to make you laugh.

He chuckles to himself, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. The gesture steals the breath from your lungs but makes you warm all over. You grab hold of his wrist where it still lingers near your face. Billy is drawing shapes on your shoulder.

He relaxes his arm and lets you take his hand in your own. You drag your index finger along the lines crossing his palm in every direction.This is more entertaining than anything you’ve done in weeks. Your hand slides up against Billy’s until they’re lined up at the heels, and you push against him in an effort to convey that you want to raise them.

Billy catches on. You’re trying to compare his hand to your own. He thinks it’s a silent way for you to communicate with him. Like your way of saying: I want this too. I care about you. You matter to me.

His palm is so warm. Just like the rest of him. And his hand is much bigger than yours, enough so that you hold back a shiver. You want to be able to show Billy that you feel how he does. You want to be able to use those gestures as effortlessly as he does.

So you lower your fingers until they fall between each of his. And then you’re holding hands. You give Billy a little grin, and he swears he could fucking melt. Seriously, the way you make him feel ought to be studied.

To him, spending time with you, comforting you, talking to you about the hard things, learning who you are—it’s as easy as breathing.

It’s like he was made for this. Everything up to this point has prepared him for you. He thinks that somehow, someway, he would’ve found you no matter the situation. You have always been it for him, even when he didn’t know it yet.

You take a deep breath.

I deserve this, you think. I deserve to be cherished and to hold hands. I deserve to let go and see this through.

“Maybe…maybe together we can learn to be a little less fucked up,” you finally say. “I could be easier that way.”

Billy squeezes your hand. “And maybe we’ll get more fucked up in our own special ways.”

That gets a quiet giggle out of you. Shit, he’s won the lottery.

After a moment of peaceful silence, Billy leans forward, dipping his head down so he’s looking up into your eyes. His own are so very blue this close. With those little flecks of gold.

“You deserve the world. I need you to know that. I don’t want anyone else. I want to learn you, inside and out. I want you with me. Is that okay with you?”

You look at him, at the way his curls frizz out by his ears, the way his freckles have faded because of the cold, the way his hand shakes when it leaves yours.

“That’s okay. More than okay.”

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hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch · 1 year

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I could teach you things

I just wanna say thanks so much for you guys love on this series, I'm glad everyone loves mommy!Wanda

Part 1

Part 2

Summary: Will your mom ruin yours and Wanda's time together? Obviously not and Wanda doesn't give her much chance to do so, all she wants is to spend time with her little girl, why are people trying to ruin it?

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI just adult themes and mommy kink everywhere and Nat

Words: 1,500

"Well hello Jenny what do I owe you the pleasure of bursting into my home unannounced?" Her hard stare at your mother made the woman fault slightly but she still pressed on "where's my daughter you bitch"

"Oooh someones in a mood, you should know that Y/n wants to be with me and is currently lay in bed sleeping after the long day she had-

Jenny didn't let her finish the sentence before running past her and up to her room to find you "Y/n!" She slammed the door open and you jumped up from the bed "honey come on we're gonna go" she went to grab your hand but you moved away, unbeknownst to your mom Wanda was glaring at you to make sure you didn't say yes by shaking her head

"Sweetheart?" She tried again and you just sighed "it's okay mom I-I want to stay, Wanda is great" you retreated under the covers and Wanda smiled "see Jenny, now if you would please leave my house before you start scaring my boys"

Your mom left without another word promising to get you back even if it killed her, a bit dramatic it’s not like you were in much danger, she was a few doors down, god this was fucked up

You felt the bed dip and Wanda brought your surprised body into her own “oh my sweet princess did she scare you? It’s okay go back to sleep, she wont get in again”

You listened, curling into her body and closing your eyes again "okay" you didn't give another thought about your poor mother going out of her mind instead kissing Wanda's shoulder, the only place you could reach in the woman's tight grasp and you couldn't help the smile when Wanda kissed your head in response

"thank you for being with me my love" she whispered to you "go to sleep"

Your eyes fell heavy drifting back off into sleep and Wanda watched you 'your mom won't bother you anymore my love, I'm the only one you need now'

She repeated that to you over and over again softly in your ear making sure you knew you were hers

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"Good morning princess" Wanda's smooth voice filled your ears making you smile in your sleep, her voice was so soothing and was definitely something you could get used too

"my love I have to take the boys to school, do you want to come with me?" She started to get up but you gripped her tighter keeping her in place "no you stay" you mumbled, not knowing where that came from actually

"The boys need to go honey, you stay here and I'll pick up some breakfast for us" she reluctantly slinked away from you placing a last kiss to your lips "be good printsessa" you just nuzzled back into the pillow grumbling a little in response.

Wanda left you promising to return soon with the boys in tow "does Y/n live with us now mom?" Tommy questioned and Wanda ruffled his hair smiling " she does honey, are you happy about that boys?"

They both nodded their heads "yeah! She's so cool, can she come and pick us up later?" Billy asked

"Sure boys I'm sure she'll love that, now come on your teacher won't be happy if you're late again"

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When Wanda left, you eventually got up showering and putting on some of Wanda's clothes, they were a little long because she was taller than you but you didn't mind, everything was still stressful and you still didn't want to fully accept the position you were in but for now you sat downstairs watching TV waiting for Wanda's return.

You jumped slightly when the door opened and Wanda entered, she saw you in her clothes and gasped "wow, wearing mommy's clothes detka? You know how to impress me" she walked to the kitchen putting the breakfast she promised to get on the table "come see what mommy got you"

You stood and moved into the kitchen wondering why she was calling herself mommy "what did you get Wanda?"

The woman ignored you shuffling around the kitchen doing other things

"Wanda?" You tried again but still no response

"Why are you ignoring me?" You were getting annoyed until it clicked, you sighed knowing full well what she wanted "what did you get..."

Wanda raised an eyebrow at you waiting for you to finish "what did you get mommy?"

Wanda was pleased, finally "I got us some breakfast sandwiches and I got a coffee and you some orange juice" handing you the drink you thanked her

"Come on pretty girl let's eat" she sat down at the counter but when you sat down on the other side of the counter Wanda stopped you "ah ah princess, you need to sit on my lap so I can feed you"

Your mouth dropped "what the fuck are you talking about?" Theres the small amount of fighting spirit you had left in you, well Wanda would make sure that was broken too.

"Well that's no way to talk to your mommy is it? Why don't you try speaking again hm?" You couldn't place her voice and didn't know if she was angry or disappointed, so you didn't push instead responding

"I'm sorry I was just confused...I think I'd be heavy on your lap maybe and it-

"Stop rambling honey and come sit on mommy's lap, the sandwiches are getting cold"

You nodded moving towards her chair but you were still unsure on sitting on her lap which Wanda noticed and accepted it "okay my love you don't have to sit on my lap but sit up on the counter so I can still feed you"

The relief came over you and you nodded pulling yourself up onto the counter and letting her spread your legs so she could sit between them "there we go baby, are you okay?" She rubbed her hands on your legs in a comforting way "yeah I'm okay, kinda hungry though" you teased making the woman laugh, maybe this....whatever it is would be more fun than what you thought, even if the voice in the back of your head screamed at you to stop

Wanda opened the sandwich bag pulling an egg and bacon sandwich out that had already been cut up and fed you a piece which you happily took "is it good?" She asked giving you another piece that you greedily took "yeah" you finally said "it's really good"

"I'm glad honey" Wanda wiped some missed food from around your mouth with her thumb, she rested her thumb on your lips stroking softly "are you mommy's girl?" You felt a shaky breath leave your lips "I-I don't know" you whispered and Wanda hummed, instead of responding she pushed her thumb into your mouth and onto your tongue surprising you and you remained still, unsure of what to do

"You look so cute like this honey, go on and clean my thumb, suck" that single word made your whole body blush and although hesitantly, you used your tongue to clean her thumb swirling it around the limb but refusing to look at her until Wanda pressed her thumb down hard on your tongue stopping you "look at me when you do it"

You were forced to look into her darkened irises and the smirk on her face made you want to subconsciously rub your thighs together which was obviously difficult with the position you were in.

"Aww are you feeling tingly honey? Want me to help?" Wanda used her other hand to stroke your face which you leaned into "do you want me to-

"Knock knock!" Wanda's friend Nat interrupted the tension filled interaction causing you to bite down on Wanda's thumb making her hiss "shit" she pulled her thumb out of your mouth "you've got some sharp teeth there honey" she laughed it off and turned to Nat "do you want to tell me why you ruined our moment?"

Nat shrugged "I just think you should know that theres some police on their way over looking for Y/n, I told them no one was in so you've got about an hour before they knock the door down anyway knowing I lied"

Wanda groaned "fucking fantastic" she turned to you "your mom is pretty persistent isn't she detka?"

You shrugged "sorry"

"Dont apologise my love, why don't you go with Nat for some ice cream while mommy deals with this problem"

Nat snuck up next to you making you jump "yeah princess, let daddy take you for some ice cream"

You cringed at the moniker "Daddy? Seriously? Why would I do that?"

Nat rolled her eyes "you will one day don't worry, now come on, let your pretty mommy handle it" she kissed Wanda softly and the redhead smiled "it sounds hot when you say mommy too"

"I know, you're so easy to fluster"

You watched the interaction with a little jealousy which they both noticed "don't be jealous my love, mommy will treat you so well later"

You were a mess, on one hand you liked Wanda giving you attention and you guessed she was okay even if she didn't like your mom but on the other hand this was completely fucked up and wrong and you were an adult so calling someone mommy felt wrong, what a mess.

"Get out of that head of yours little one, let's go" you felt Nat grip your hand dragging you off the counter away from Wanda out the back entrance of the house, the last thing you heard before the door closed was Wanda opening her front door

"Good morning officer, what seems to be the problem?"

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spicysix · 1 year

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me and you (we can't lose) | eddie munson X reader

You met a sweet boy by an alley and shared some cigarrettes. You had the best time of your life and made some plans for the perfect future. But Hawkins is no good place to live, and he went to sell drugs to the cheer captain and didn't come back.

warnings: fem!reader. angst angst angst! drinks and drugs abuse, unreliable narrator, canon compliant, canonical character death, hurt/no confort. eddie is dead, okay? he's dead. i'm sorry. also, maybe a little ooc? word count: 4.5k author's note: baby's first try at angst! based on the song 'all I wanted' by Avril Lavigne (feat. Mark Hoppus). not beta-read. if it sucks, don't let me know. if you liked it, please do let me know - reblogs and comments are worshipped like divinities. happy (not so happy, sorry) reading! ♡

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A light breeze passed by you, raising the hairs in your arms. The smell of dampened earth around you and the sound of the drizzle on the clothed surface of the umbrella above you was somehow soothing, even if not soothing enough.

You couldn’t see anyone around you, but, anyway, your eyes were focused.

Staring at it, as memories flooded your mind.

I was always crushing on the wrong boys I was always yelling when I should’ve been sitting down Memories of cigarettes and polaroids

“Will you shut the fuck up, for god’s sake?!” you said loudly, and Chance rolled his eyes at you.

“You’re the one talking non-stop!” he countered, and grabbed your arm tightly. “Look, I just wanna apologize, okay? Please,” he called for you, his voice not pleading at all, but you were already forcing your wrist out of his grip.

“Give up, man, okay? You think I’m someone who’ll just bite my tongue and keep my head low for you, but that’s not how it goes. That’s not me. You want a little bitch to boss around, search through your cheerleaders.”

You turned around, ready to leave, but Chance was determined to try and force you into his wants. He pulled you by the arm once again, backing you into the wall behind you, forcing air out of your lungs in a gasp.

“You’re being a bitch right now,” he sneered, voice low, dangerous, a threat. “Now, you listen here-”

“I think you should leave, man,” a different voice came from your left, louder than Chance’s, from the opening of the alley Chance had you cornered in.

You knew him. Eddie Munson. Regional drug dealer, metalhead, nerd leader, trailer scum, and known freak.

Not your words.

The Hideout was just around the corner, the bar where you knew bands like Munson’s band played from time to time.

“I think you should stay out of this, freak,” Chance mocked, and Munson rolled his eyes. But the first boy’s grip on your arms was a little less tight now.

“I’m not gonna say it again, man,”

“Or what?”

Munson pulled up the sleeves of his leather jacket and walked closer to you and the boy bothering you, a slow strut, also dangerous, also threatening. His face was stern, not once looking at you, focused on the boy in front of you, and you already knew Chance well enough to know that the movement in his Adam’s apple and the tightening of his jawline meant fear.

When Munson reached a closer distance, you could see the height difference. He was two or three inches taller, shoulders broader. Chance was just starting on the basketball team and thought he was who? Billy Hargrove? Grow up, man.

“I’m not sure you wanna learn what,” Eddie took something out of his back pocket. A switchblade. Chance saw it, and gulped again. Retreated from you, leaving your upper arm sore - would probably leave a bruise.

“Don’t you think this is over, bitch,” he practically growled at you, before passing through Eddie, bumping shoulders, but Eddie’s eyes were finally on you now, and he didn’t deflect them elsewhere as Chance left.

“Could've saved myself, y’know. But thanks anyway,” you said, and Eddie’s features were instantly softer. He stood put where he was, not coming closer, but not leaving either.

“I know you could, you’re scary yourself. But shitheads like that one don’t tend to listen to you unless you’re taller than them,”

“Makes sense,” you shrugged, and he still wasn’t leaving. You fished your pack of Camels from your back pocket and offered one to Eddie. “As a token of gratitude,”

He finally approached you, a sweet smile on his lips, leaning onto the wall beside you and reaching for the cigarette. “Thank you.”

You smoked in silence, side by side, for what felt like hours - even though it very likely wasn’t more than thirty minutes. Didn’t stop at the first cigarette, each of you smoking one more before sharing the final one - fuck your lungs, I guess. The touch of his fingers against yours sparked something electric, the thought of putting on your lips something that had just touched his lips giving you chills. And you peered at him from the corners of your eyes to see a light blush on his ears. Maybe he was thinking the same. You smiled.

“Need a ride?” he offered. Your smile grew wider.

Kiss you in the kitchen of a house that burned down I remember waiting on the sunrise

“Come on, you old duds. Gonna leave you behind,” Gareth’s voice wasn’t far ahead enough that you couldn’t listen, even though you had no sight of him in the dark woods anymore.

“Christ’s sake Gareth, slow it down!” Eddie complained by your side, making you laugh at his grumpiness.

It had been his idea to come to the old Creel House, wanting to “spice things up” from a normal Halloween, get drunk on a supposedly haunted house, maybe play some Ouija after smoking some weed. Y’know. The usual freak behavior.

And you couldn’t believe that having met him in an alley by a rock bar would’ve led you to this a few months later. He saved your ass, took you home, bid you goodnight with that sweet smile of his, waited for you to get inside your house before leaving. And yet the next day he actually seemed surprised to see you sitting at the table he shared with his fellow freak friends on lunch at school. But you had absolutely no complaints, as you’ve come to find out his rough exterior was reserved for assholes only, but to you he would show nothing but kindness and sweetness. And that Gareth had a sour, dry humor that could make your belly hurt from so much laughter; and that Igor was actually great at chemistry and at explaining it, and helped you study for your tests; and that Jeff could cook a bomb carbonara from scratch and was the best hugger ever. And that they were all lovely, wonderful souls, mistreated because of biased views only, and that you could also come to love being a freak alongside them.

The sight of the Creel House took your mind off your thoughts, and Gareth was trying to see something past the old dusty windows as Jeff and Igor were working on opening the door. The silence around you was unsettling, something in your stomach growing - a mixture of fear and excitement.

“We’re here, rats, calm your tits,” Eddie said and went to help his friends with the door. You stopped beside Gareth and could see through the glass: the peeling wallpaper, the furniture left behind, and was suddenly remembered that a once happy family lived there until it all went to shit.

“Okay I’ll admit this is kinda freaky,” you whispered and Gareth nodded.

“At least you have your knight in shiny armor to save you from the spirits, I’ll have to rely on Jeff and Igor,” he poked your side with his elbow and you rolled your eyes at him but grinned anyway.

“He’d never use a shiny armor. He’d use a rusty one if only to make a statement. Also, when it comes to spirits I feel like he’d be the first to run off in fear. Or pass out, maybe,” you both laughed at Eddie’s expense, and turned to see him looking at you with a confused expression before calling out.

“Come on, rats, it’s open. Let’s get freaky,” and so you did.

You got sofreaky that Gareth had to go outside and puke at some point.

You got so freaky that Jeff passed out on top of a dusty, disgusting, thirty-year-old couch after double intoxication from too much booze and weed.

You got so freaky that Igor was dancing by himself with no music on, twirling around the living room with a broom, humming what sounded like Culture fucking Club.

You got so freaky that you and Eddie decided to go check the kitchen for any running water even though you knew the house had been abandoned like, twenty years ago, and wasn’t surprised that the water was cut off at some point. Yet you lingered by the kitchen anyway, you sat at the counter, and Eddie was rambling about the story of the Creels for the fourth time that night, trying to scare you off maybe. But all you could focus on was the way he’d gesture around while talking non-stop, and the way his hair was frizzy like a halo framing his face and looked as soft as a cloud, and the way his lips moved around each word and you wanted to shut him up with your own lips.

You got so freaky that you did just that.

“Eddie, get over here and shut the fuck up,” you called, and he came instantly.

“What, is this too scary for you, honey?” he teased despite his willingness to you.

You didn’t dignify him with an answer, just pulled him by the collar of his leather jacket and pressed your lips to his, feeling his body tensing up before relaxing, before he led one hand to your thigh and the other to your cheek, before he responded with eagerness, before you poked at his mouth with your tongue and he opened wide for you, before you could smell and feel and taste nothing but Eddie, and it was intoxicating - more than the weed and the booze, but in the most delicious of ways.

“Of course he’d get the girl,” you parted lips and Eddie jumped and tried to let go of you, but you held him close before he could run away. Because it was just Igor mocking you, his broom partner still in hand, Gareth by his side with that expression on his face of someone you could tell just puked his guts out.

“It’s the hair, I think. ‘Tis why I’m growing mine out,” Gareth answered and they both shrugged before turning around and going back to the living room.

Eddie’s ears were pink and your face was burning from getting caught, and none of you said a word even though you both chuckled lowly, and you tucked your face in his neck to hide how far gone he took you - gotta keep his ego in check, and gotta keep your tough gal image intact.

But you’ve been there for a long time now, and it was closing in to the time the Sun would come out of hiding, you could hear the birds outside chippering waiting anxiously for the brand new day; and his fingers were tracing sweet, soft caresses in your waist and soon you were just all over him again, fuck the Creels, fuck the spirits and fuck your friends, because Eddie was mumbling something like “and she’s sweet like honey too,” to himself against your lips. Because you couldn’t wait, and it was a brand new day, and Eddie’s taste was just addictive.

I would always fuck around and find out You were always saying I would crash down someday I would have to pass out on my friends couch

“One of these days that’s gonna be me, honey, you bet?” Eddie asked, and you didn’t have to look at him to see that he was pointing at the band performing.

“Don’t gotta bet, Eddie, I know that,” you shrugged and he looked at you, those stars in his eyes, that sly smirk on his lips. His arm was draped over your shoulders and you could barely hear each other, but it was fine. More than fine. It was the best time of your life.

You enjoyed the rest of the band set, their sound very similar to Corroded’s and, yeah, you could see them on top of a stage someday, a huge crowd, maybe some bras being thrown to the boys but Eddie would have eyes only for you. You knew that.

“Wanna head to a club next?” he asked, and you nodded. Where he’d go, you’d follow.

“One of these days that’s gonna be me, Eds!” you shouted over the loud beat, nodding at the DJ, a girl barely over your age, hair half buzzed, the rest a rainbow of colors, tattoos all over her arms and a naval piercing dangling and twinkling in the club lights.

“You’re gonna be smoking hot behind a mixing table, honey,” he answered, not shouting like you did, just a low tone voice right by your ear, and the club was cramped, the air was moist and hot and yet Eddie’s voice still gave you chills. “Open up, baby,” he commanded, and what he said you’d follow, so you opened your mouth and showed him your tongue where he placed a small pill. You swallowed, and you took a sip from the glass on your hand - didn’t remember what drink was in it anymore - and you kissed him.

And you danced, and you kissed him, and you drank, and you kissed him, and he twirled you around the dance floor, and you kissed him, and he made you open up and swallow another pill later, and you kissed him, and he shoved his hand inside your pants in the bathroom, and you kissed him.

You couldn’t tell what it was that drove you so far over the edge, if it was the substances or if it was just Eddie, but you couldn’t care less when he took you to the wildest places because you asked him to, and he took you to your higher orgasms because you begged him to, and he took care of you after every night out because he wanted to, and you kissed him and you couldn’t stop kissing him and it would never be enough.

“Sweet like honey,” he’d whisper against your thighs, pressed to a bathroom stall door, one of your legs over his shoulder and your shorts and panties almost falling from where they were barely hanging on from your boot, in danger of getting wet from whatever liquid was on the floor. And your head was buzzing and the tips of your fingers were numb but you couldn’t care less, because you wanted more of him, always, and it was the best time of your life.

“One of these days that’s gonna be us, honey,” he’d point at a couple getting out of a courthouse, they were dressed all white and cleaned up nice, and the rings on their ring fingers were polished bright as the sun above you.

And it was a brand new day, you were on your way back to Hawkins after partying another whole weekend in Indy, probably about to sleep in his bed because your parents would freak out again. And you looked at Eddie beside you, he was always beside you, and smiled, no headache could stop you from smiling at him, and his sunglasses were hiding his beautiful eyes but you could feel the warmth of their attention exclusively on you.

“But we’ll be wearing black, Eds.”

We were up all night so we slept all day I remember waiting on the sunrise

“Do ‘ya think they’ll take too long?” he asked, and his eyes left your intertwined fingers to stare at you instead.

“Dunno. But I think we’ll miss first period anyway,” you shrugged. “Ms. Click’s already pissed at me, what’s another time?”

He only smiled and said nothing else.

You were sitting on the van’s hood as it was parked by the curb of the road, the sun rising in front of you to a brand new day, Gareth and Jeff and Igor sleeping in the back benches. Waiting for towing because of course Eddie’s old thing would break at some point, it took her long enough. Ten miles left until Hawkins, so close and yet so far, but it was okay. You had an amazing weekend, Corroded played in a disgusting pub but it was amazing nonetheless, and you and Eddie were glued to the hip the whole time, as usual - where he’d go, there you were, following him. Just living the best time of your lives.

“That guy from the bar seemed to like the band. Think he’ll call you over to play again sometime?” you asked, not enjoying the silence after so much noise for three nights straight.

“Sure hope so. I wouldn’t mind living in Indy,” he replied, somehow shifting closer to you, draping his arms around your shoulders and kissing your temple. “Me, you, the boys and a huge fucking dog. The ugliest mutt we can find in a shelter, ‘whaddya say?”

“Sounds like a fucking dream, Eds.”

“Sure is, honey,” and he cradled your face in his hands and he kissed you, gentle and slow, and the rising sun was not the only thing to heat your skin, because you revolved around Eddie and he showered you in all his light and warmth and he was addictive and you couldn’t get enough, couldn’t wait to live your dreams with him, always beside you, you knew he’d always be beside you.

Glowing from the inside out, you let yourself just kiss him, and kiss him, and kiss him. Until the towing came, until you went to school without a night’s sleep, but you didn’t care because Eddie was all you needed to power up.

And maybe it was for the best, you used to call me useless We’re floating to the nothingness ‘cause after all the truth is The only things we leave behind are noise and absolution I act like everything is fine, when I’m plotting revolution

“Eds, seriously? Chrissy Cunningham?”

“Well, she seemed nice enough. And she definitely has money enough, and we need the money for our plans, okay?” his voice wasn’t as sweet as it usually was when he talked to you, and he seemed jumpy, nervous, as he went through the shit in the van’s glove compartment, looking for god knows what.

“Can’t I at least be there?”

He paused. Looked at you from the corner of his eyes before looking at his hands again.

“No. You’ll scare her,”

“I’ll scare her? How the fuck would I, a nobody, scare the Queen of Hawkins High?” you mocked loudly, drawing attention from the people passing by the parking lot, probably on their way to watch that stupid pep rally.

“Look, she was already scared when we talked, and it wasn’t easy to get her to trust me. She won’t trust you if you’re there, and I don’t wanna scare her even more,” he finally gave up on whatever he was looking for and turned to face you, and you loved how he cared about people, but you also knew him too well.

“That’s not all. Tell me the whole truth, Eddie,” you demanded and he sighed.

“You look like shit,” he stated, not looking into your eyes, but staring at a far spot above your head instead. “And I don’t know where you were yesterday, and why you were late to school again, and I don’t know what you used, and I don’t know how you got it because it wasn’t from me. But you look like shit, like a truck ran over you, and I don’t want her to see you like this.”

It was like a punch in the gut. Your eyes instantly wet, your breath instantly cut, your heart instantly broken.

What have you done?

“I was with Igor. You said you couldn’t yesterday, but we-”

“Yeah, had to help Wayne with some stuff.”

“Don’t want us to have fun without you?” you knew the venom in your words was unnecessary, but you felt like you had to defend yourself from something.

“That’s not what-” he sighed again, “look, I’m sorry, I gotta go. Hellfire’s about to start and I’ll take Chrissy home later to get whatever she wants and you can come over after that. And we’ll talk.”

“What’s there to talk about, Eddie, you’re not my dad!”

He gulped, people passing by still paying attention to your fight, Gareth waiting for him by the entrance to the school, and you were feeling like shit - in addition to apparently looking like shit - but your pride spoke louder than your reason.

“I’m just worried, honey. We’ll talk about it later, ‘kay?” his voice was sweet again, and he pressed a kiss just as sweet to your forehead before closing the van’s door and leaving you there. Alone by the parking lot, because you didn’t play D&D and you weren’t close enough to Lucas to go watch his basketball game, and because you felt like you had no one else but him.

And you felt like shit because you couldn’t scare pretty little Chrissy Cunningham, who was going home with your- with Eddie, and you knew you could trust him because he was a good - the best, really - person, and yet that ugly little green thing in your gut was screaming.

And you felt like shit because mixing shrooms and molly wasn’t a good idea, and you felt like shit because you knew Eddie was fighting for his life to finally get his diploma that year - because he felt like shit, guilty for making you repeat your senior year with him even though it wasn’t his fault at all. And you were probably throwing it all away and god knows why. Not like you didn’t have a good life without the drinks or the drugs or the party, it was a good life. And you had to get your shit together to make it a perfect life: you, Eddie, the boys and a huge ugly-ass mutt in Indy.

You cleaned your face, wet from tears and melting mascara, on the glove of your jacket, took a deep breath before leaving the parking lot, telling that ugly little green thing in your gut to shut the fuck up. It was okay. You’d see Eddie later and you’d figure your shit out. Just a few more hours.

I remember waiting on the sunrise And I’ll be right here waiting till you come back around Come back around, come back around

“You’ll wake up in no time, I’m sure of it,” his hand was cold in yours, the incessant beeping from the machines loud in your ears, the weight of guilt pinning you down.

It was a whole week before you saw Eddie again after the fight about Chrissy, his eyes closed and his skin pale, lying in a stiff and thin mattress as Wayne cried and prayed in the hallway, a gaggle of kids worried to their souls, going from Eddie’s to that Mayfield girl’s room - Eddie’s trailer neighbor, who was apparently also in a coma. And you had no idea what happened to them, if what happened to them was connected, if it was related to the huge fucking slashes in Hawkins’ soil and streets, but it didn’t really matter.

Because none of you could do a thing.

Because the doctor said Eddie lost too much blood, and his wounds were too deep and got infected, and they were doing their best but Eddie was too weak to wake up.

Yet. You’d always add it to the end of the sentence. Eddie was too weak to wake up yet, but he would. Soon.

And you didn’t see him for a full week, and Jason Carver and the news guy were saying he killed his cheerleader girlfriend, and a boy from the school’s paper, and a basketball player. And you knew it in your bones it was bullshit, because your Eddie was sweet and caring and lovable and wouldn’t harm a mosquito. But he was being hunted by an angry mob, and the little sheep he recruited for Hellfire were nowhere to be seen, and Gareth had a purple eye, and you were getting nightmares every night since Eddie went missing, and you just wanted to leave this creepy fucking town behind once and for all.

But after a week the freshmen reappeared, with a few older friends - the prior king of Hawkins High, the preppy ex-girlfriend who cheated on him, a band weirdo. And Eddie. Unconscious, on the brink of life, and the hospital people were treating him apprehensively until some sus government people showed up with the (apparently not) dead ex-Sheriff, and that family whose little boy had gone missing three years prior. And all of them talked to Wayne, and none of them talked to you, and then Eddie got the best treatment ever.

And he was still in a coma, but he’d wake up soon, you knew it.

Because you had a plan, and you didn’t use shit after your last talk in the parking lot, feeling brave and strong from resisting your urges, but it was almost easy to resist them when the other possible outcome was losing Eddie. Because you had a plan, and it was him and you, always together, making your dreams come true in the big city, and you couldn’t do it without him, he had to be there, beside you, always beside you, and you couldn’t lose him.

And yet you were losing him anyway.

All I wanted was you, let’s do whatever it takes Me and you, we can’t lose, I’ll take you away from here From the city that never loved you, from the town I always hated Me and you, we can’t lose

You couldn’t see anyone around you, but, anyway, your eyes were focused.

Staring at it, as memories flooded your mind.

And it was staring right back at you, stone cold in all ways as it read:

“Edward Wayne Munson 1965 - 1986 Beloved nephew and loyal friend Brave until the very end”

“I’m so sorry, Eds. I don’t think I’ll be coming here much often now. I’m leaving for Indy. Gonna go live our dreams, okay? For you and me,” you touched Eddie’s grave, wetting the tip of your fingers, rain falling harder now. “I love you. Sorry I never said it to your face, I really should’ve said it to your face. Gonna miss you forever, gonna take you with me. Won’t ever forget you, that I promise, okay?”

You let silence reign for a minute. Waiting for an answer, maybe - that you knew was never coming. You had no tears left in you anymore, been crying ever since Wayne called you to say Eddie was in a coma weeks before this, but you could feel as the half of your heart that was entirely Eddie’s broke into pieces, could practically see it falling with the rain, soaking the soil beneath you. Growing roots in Hawkins. Where a part of you would always be. Where you hoped to never return.

You left the cemetery, left Eddie there, and didn’t look behind you once.

I’m with you Win or lose All that I wanted was you

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things fanfic #stranger things angst #stranger things fic

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wheels-of-despair · 1 year

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All I Want for Christmas Is You Pairing: Billy Knight x You Summary: Girl fantasizes about a quiet Christmas with a touch-starved boy who needs one. Contains: Lazy Christmas vibes, excessive cuddling, personal goals. Word Count: 500ish

It wasn't going to be a big Christmas.

You'd both agreed on one gift each, and a stocking stuffed with small things. It's not that times were tough, it was that you already had everything you wanted… because all you wanted was him. You'd told him so. Your heart nearly burst when he echoed your sentiments.

You planned to put in an appearance with your family tomorrow, on Christmas Day, for no more than one hour. Neither of you much liked crowds, or people in general, so your happiest moments were spent together, just the two of you, in the cozy little place you called home. Spending an hour with your large and loud family would make you all the more grateful to retreat back into yourselves tomorrow evening.

In the morning, you'd stay in bed as long as you could, soaking in one another's warmth rather than face the chill that existed outside your cocoon of blankets. When the need for food finally dragged you out of bed, you'd shuffle into the kitchen and make breakfast together, never more than an arm's length away. Opening gifts could wait until after, when you're both full and happy and ready to resume your morning cuddles on the couch as you enjoy the greatest gift of all: each other.

But for now, nobody makes a move.

'Twas the night before Christmas, and you're snuggled together by the fire. Dinner had been eaten and the dishes were done. You'd briefly contemplated putting a Christmas movie on, but as neither of you cared enough to choose one, you settled on watching the multi-colored lights slowly fade in and out on the tree you'd decorated together a few weeks earlier.

You lay on your back, Billy pressed up against your side, his head on your chest and arms wrapped around your middle. Your legs are in such a tangle, you're not sure what belongs to who, especially since the matching pajamas you'd bought as a half-joke were a hit. One of your hands strokes his hair, the other rests on his shoulder. The soft glow of the tree and the warm crackle of the fire have lulled you both into a trance.

He stares in the direction of the tree with heavily lidded eyes, your hand moving through his hair rendering him powerless. This would never get old. Every once in a while, he lets out a satisfied sigh that somehow sinks him further into you. Even when you think you couldn't possibly be any closer, Billy finds a way.

You live for moments like this. No worries. No words. No desire to ever be anywhere but right here, at home, with your arms wrapped around your favorite person in the world.

What more could anyone possibly ask for?

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lovebillyhargrove · 1 year

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A follow-up to Where the skies are sunless and rain never falls

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Steve didn't really have an idea of how .. in what state he will find Billy Hargrove in the Upside Down. He kinda pictured the familiar Hargrove, looking his usual self doing .. whatever the hell you can actually do in this place. Be busy surviving.

What Steve sees, is a body lying on the ground. It looks too still.

It has to be Billy.

It looks lifeless. Steve's heart sinks - is he late? .. - but he's stubbornly walking towards it - he can't be late, it can't be. Okay, the "usual Hargrove idea" was clearly bullshit, and if there's even a spark of life there, Steve can work with that.

Billy has to be alive.

Hargrove's body is very thin, bony almost, and covered in dirt, his jeans and the what-used-to-be-a white wifebeater - the clothes he was dressed in during the Starcourt finale - have all turned to rags. The hair is longer and a mess. Steve can't see Billy's face because he's lying with his face to the ground but, as he's getting closer, he can hear incomprehensible monotonous muttering which stops as soon as Billy is sensing someone's presence.

Thank fuck, he's not dead.

Hargrove is pushing himself up on his exhausted hands and is raising his head to look around. Steve can feel a madman's stare, directed at him through tangled long hair, unfocused and wandering. Broken.

There are vines crawling over Billy's body like big black snakes. The moment he starts moving they slither away, leaving four thick ones wrapped around his wrists and his ankles. Billy's trying to stand up but the second he gets on his feet, the four vines grip his arms and legs tighter and pull him, drag him back, pinning his body to the cliff, like a .. like a ..

~ suddenly, Steve's six or maybe seven years old. It was the time when his parents were mostly around, and it was the time when Steve was just a happy kid. They used to have family breakfasts and dinners, play board games and decorate a beautiful tree every Christmas. Sometimes his mom would read books to him, on an especially rainy or a snowy day, and Steve loved listening to the sweet fairy tales, thrilling stories of travellers, pirates, and wizards; adventures and scare, a kid's world where there is no other option but a happy ending to everything, always and forever.

Steve loved the stories but most of all he loved listening to his mother's voice. He can hear it, right now, reading this particular legend:

"There once lived a strong and brave son of a Titan and a nymph, called Prometheus. When Zeus, the chief god on Mount Olympus, got angry with the people and withheld fire from them, the most necessary element of life, Prometheus stole the fire from the gods and gave it back to the mankind.

The enraged Zeus decided to severely punish Prometheus, who had gone against his will and showed his disobedience. Zeus had him chained onto a mountain, and put him to relentless torture by having a vicious eagle feed on his liver. The liver would grow up again at night, so that the eagle could happily eat it again the next day.

This endless misery was the punishment of Prometheus for having rebelled against the god of all gods. His screams were full of pain and despair and his torment was supposed to last till the end of time .." ~

Steve drops the gasoline can on the ground. The vines at his feet hiss and coil menacingly, and retreat.

Steve stands in front of Hargrove.

Billy? .. It's me, Steve. Steve Harrington.

He wants to touch the boy, his arm, or his face, but is afraid to do so. Billy's body is covered in nasty scratches, some of them look like real wounds. He's bleeding and he's awfully, horrendously thin.

Harrington?

Billy's voice is weak and whirring

I thought you were a quiet hallucination. What a nice surprise. You talk.

What ..? I'm not .. I'm not a hallucination, Billy. I'm real.

Yeah and I'm not tied to a fucking mountain. I know I'm dreaming. It isn't you, Harrington. It's just fucking with me.

It's me, Billy. I'm real. Can I.. can I touch you?

I don't know. Can you?

Steve's gently touching Billy's shoulder. His body is cold, so cold, like ice.

What.. who is holding you here?

What do you mean? The fucker who owns this place. The mindflayer.

I thought it died in .. in Starcourt.

Well .. yes and no. It's a long story, Harrington. We don't have time for that. If you're real, you better run, pretty boy. The bats are gonna be coming soon.

The bats..?

Yeah, they come and uh .. fucking make it all worse. With their claws.

That's where the wounds are from.

Steve has to act fast.

Billy. Billy, listen to me. I've come here to.. to bring you back home. I'll get you back home, okay?

Are you out of your mind, Harrington? It's not gonna let me go.

Okay, listen. First, you gotta eat man. And then. Then we're gonna get the fuck out of here.

Billy's eyes flash with a hungry gleam

Food ..? You got real food here, Steve?

Oh my god. What has this place done to him?

Steve wants to ask a thousand of questions, what actually keeps Hargrove alive in here is one of them, but later. He'll ask him later.

Steve hurriedly takes out a bottle of water and a sandwich from his backpack.

Billy snatches the bottle and drinks all of it, his hands shaking and some of it spilling out of his mouth. Surprisingly, the vines are letting him do it, they are not holding Billy's hands back.

He then grabs the sandwich and sinks his teeth into it, his whole body trembling. Hargrove eats only half of it and looks around as if searching for a place to hide the other half. Steve understands, for a rainy day

But then Billy just gives the sandwich back to Steve and he stuffs it in the backpack thinking What. the fuck. have they done. to this boy.

Enough. I can't eat all of it or I'll get sick.

Billy is leaning on his back against the cliff and there's this look in his eyes, that seems like a spark of happiness

I still think that I'm dreaming it all, Harrington. But it's okay, you know .. It's like a dying wish come true.

Billy's chuckling quietly

Pretty boy .. such a pretty sight.

Billy, I promise you, it's not a dream but you .. We gotta get going. Can you walk?

.. Walk ?

Hargrove is looking at the vines that are wrapped tight around his wrists.

Okay, watch out!

Steve swings his old faithful bat and the nails slosh into the black flesh. Black goo splutters all around. The vine shrieks, and Steve swings again and again. The grip on Billy's right hand becomes weaker and he manages to wring it out of the trap.

Steve is butchering up the black slimy serpents and frees Billy's left hand and legs. The vines are hissing hysterically, but do not dare to attack.

Steve picks up the gasoline can

Come on! Come on, Hargrove, let's go. Down the path, nice and easy.

Billy is looking at Steve, and he understands that Billy needs help walking, needs him to hold on to. Steve lets him lean on his arm, and they start getting down the cliff.

When they manage to get to the road, Billy starts looking around nervously.

Can you hear it, Steve?

Can I hear what, Hargrove?

The dogs. They are running.

Then we gotta run too.

Steve, I can't. I can't run.

You gotta try, Billy, come on. Let's walk faster.

Steve's voice is wavering. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he didn't expect Hargrove to be completely helpless.

We're not gonna make it, Steve. I can hear them running, their stomping is shaking the ground. They are gonna be here, soon, Harrington. Listen, as much as I appreciate the effort, man, YOU HAVE TO FUCKING RUN!

I'm not leaving you here, Billy. Come on, just walk faster, man, help me a little!

He's dragging Hargrove along, Billy's feet are tangling and barely cooperating.

Fuck, Steve, just go.

Shut up, Billy.

Now Steve can hear them too. The demodogs.

Miraculously, Billy's feet are starting to move faster. They are almost running. They just need to get to the Starcourt building.

There's still a long way to go. They won't make it.

Okay. Hargrove? We'll have to fight.

What??

We'll have to fight!

Are you fucking mental, Harrington?

What if I am?

Steve finds a stick on the side of the road, splashes some gasoline on one of its ends and lights it. Gives it to Hargrove.

The demodogs are so close. Steve can see them.

He also takes the can and pours a big circle of gasoline around both of them. Flicks the lighter and throws it on the ground. The flames come alive,

Steve's grabbing his bat, tight,

And suddenly the demodogs are everywhere, all around, howling and diggings up the ground with their clawed paws.

The ring of fire is protecting the boys, for now, but soon it's going to be battle time. Steve and Billy are standing back to back. Are they going to die here, together?

"El !!! El, can you hear me?? Code red!! CODE RED, EL !!"

Steve's screaming in his mind, maybe she'll hear him, maybe she'll see what is happening, maybe she'll be able to do something.

From fucking California, yeah right

There is probably a dozen of dogs surrounding them.

There's gonna be more! - Billy's shouting.

Steve notices a pitch black cloud in the sky, distant, but moving closer and closer.

The bats, Steve, the bats!

What??

The bats, they're coming too!

Steve knows what demodogs and demogorgons are, but he's never seen the demobats. There's nothing good to expect though, he knows that much.

I should've probably thought of a backup plan!

Really, Harrington??

Steve can hear Hargrove's manic laughter.

The fire's still burning bright but it's slowly starting to die down. One demodog risks jumping through the fire but Steve gets it good, right on the neck. The air smells of burnt flesh. The dog flies back, squealing.

Billy's so weak, he can't fight for shit. He's trying to, out of sheer rage, out of desperation. He's swinging the burning stick and the dogs stay back, baring their teeth, snapping their flowerlike jaws, snarling, expectantly.

Steve can hear the distant clapping of wings and blood-chilling whistling sounds.

They can't fight multiple flying creatures and demodogs.

They can't fight them all.

"Mom, Dad, I know you aren't around much but I still love you. I don't want to die."

Flashes through his mind.

Steve's feeling Hargrove's back pressed tight to his.

It's crystal clear.

No backup plan. No help coming.

They are going to die.

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#harringrove #billy x steve #harringrove fic #billy's camaro fic

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stevewhoreington · 2 years

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until the rain stops

[one of the first (and shortest) harringrove fics I wrote. there's just something about billy and steve and blowjobs and rain.]

Steve likes the rain.

Likes listening to it; the pitter-patter sound of waterdrops on glass windows. Cosy inside, while the world outside turns into the ocean.

He likes the rain. Especially spring rain, when the sun is out and the sky just dulls, with next to no warning. Grows dark abruptly, before the clouds split in half and water showers the world.

He likes the rain.

Likes being contained in his car while water thrashes against it.

He’s reclined in the back-seat, head tipped back to look at the drops that rush down the windows. Looks funnier like this, almost upside down, chin pointed to the ceiling. It’s loud, here. The rain rushing towards every window; hitting the roof of the car.

Hargrove is louder. Is between Steve’s thighs, working his tongue up and down his cock, lazy. Noisy and lewd, and when he pulls back to ask, ‘Still with me, Stevie?’, he’s still attached to Steve by a thin string of saliva.

Steve just mumbles some acknowledgement. Nods his head and shoots Billy a look, before retraining his eyes to the window. Watching drops of rain chase each other down the length of it. He closes his eyes when the heat of Billy’s mouth surrounds him, and he doesn’t get to see which drop wins the race. It doesn’t seem to matter that much now. Not in the grand scheme of things. Not now Steve’s fingers are getting lost in curls and Billy’s head is bobbing. A steady up-and-down between Steve’s thighs.

It’s familiar. Not the first time they’ve been here. Fucking around in Steve’s car - or Billy’s car. The only place, really, they have to rely on. Steve’s invited, and asked, and told Billy to come over to his place, but he never does. For some reason, they’ve never wound up in an actual bed together, and Steve might complain about that.

Later.

Until then, he’s quite happy to open his eyes and pull his gaze from the rain-streaked window to watch Billy instead. To look down at him, and to see Billy all watery-eyed and hollow-cheeked. ‘Yeah. That’s good, baby. Like that.’

Steve knows he’s risking teeth-to-the-dick with that comment. Knows the words that Billy would spit if he had the full use of his mouth. He gets a look, and he can handle that. Much better than a sharp bite, even if the stare is piercing. Looks like it could cut glass. And, Steve’s an asshole, probably too cocksure for his own good in this moment, so he just smiles back at Billy. Like butter wouldn’t melt, or. Like he knows he’s getting away with something, and always will get away with it.

Billy’s good at this. Good at making Steve feel good, and that’s probably why he always comes back to him. Probably why they always end up here, someone’s legs in the air.

The first time they did this, Billy had said, ‘It’s a talent.’ And Steve had replied, ‘You pride yourself on your cock-sucking abilities?’ That had nearly shut Hargrove up, but he sucked on Steve like the world was ending, and Steve sucked down his words. It is a fucking talent, and he’d be gloating too.

Maybe.

When he comes, Billy’s holding him in his mouth, hands-free. His hands are busy with Steve’s thighs. Grabbing and scratching and massaging, while Steve just shudders on the back-seat of his car, spills into Billy’s mouth and Hargrove takes it all. Doesn’t even fucking flinch, the shithead.

By the time Billy swallows him down with a crude gulp that makes Steve wince, the car is a fucking oven. A furnace. They’re sticking to each other and they’re sticking to leather seats.

It’s only a matter of time before Billy peels himself away and retreats back to his own car, stationary and silent and parked just a few feet away. Only a matter of time before Billy’s saying, see you around, like he hasn’t had his mouth full of Steve’s cock. Like they’re just buddies, and they’ve just bumped into one another. A chance meeting.

Always see you around. Never, when do you wanna meet up again? Or, maybe we should finally switch numbers so we can make actual, solid plans?

But. Billy doesn’t move. Not today. He shifts and readjusts himself. Ends up between Steve’s thighs, still, but he’s closer. His body covers Steve’s and then he’s reaching for the door handle, just above Steve’s head. ‘Fucking hot in here.’

He cranks the door open, just a sliver. But it’s enough to drown Steve’s ears with the sound of rain on hard ground. Enough to make Steve shiver when the air, cooler outside than in the car, creeps in through the gap and settles in his bones.

Steve’s watching Billy and he wants to ask, what are you doing? Why aren’t you going?

And, maybe Hargrove is a fucking mind reader or some shit, because he looks down at Steve before he flops his weight down, head dropping to Steve’s shoulder, and breath tickling his neck when he says, ‘Waiting for the rain to stop.’

#harringrove #billy x steve #billy and steve #smut #ficlet

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thatgirlwithasquid · 10 months

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I had an idea for harringrove right-

So basically 1960s au where Steve is a mod and Billy is a rocker. They have the natural hatred for each other, on principle alone from being in the two warring subcultures and they meet on that massive fight on bank holiday Monday at Brighton Beach.

Steve ends up getting knocked out almost immediately because even though he can fight, Billy is fucking scrappy yk. Then because it’s Billy he immediately feels awful about it and uses the fact that he’s a trainee doctor to patch him up. Harringrove shenanigans ensue and after a lot of confusion and pining they end up in a relationship (Steve still refuses to get on Billy’s bike tho it’s a fucking deathtrap)

Also I love my rizzless harringrove babies (because I stand by Steve being an absolute dork alongside Billy) but there’s this phenomena I had to share with you bc I find it so funny

Apparently there’s this thing where autistic people have rizz completely on accident? And Steve “stealthy like a ninja” and Billy “heebie jeebies” are 100% autistic. So I just love the idea of all the teens in Hawkins High staring at Steve who’s been infodumping about hairspray for the past two hours and Billy who’s lining his model trains up in order of the date of the model, and going “ I have no idea why, but I want them.” And Steve and Billy completely oblivious with Eddie and Chrissy.

took me wayyyy to long to respond to this cause it always takes me forever to remember to/mentally prepare for responding to asks for some reason, sorry!! love getting them but then the introvert in me panics haha

but yes!!! all of this!!!!!!

Billy knocking out Steve and immediately, maybe a little begrudgingly, patching him up is especially such a great mental image. Just-

Steve waking up on an unfamiliar couch, in an unfamiliar flat, under a tatty old blanket with a pounding head and then Billy Hargrove comes in from the bathroom. Steve suddenly remembers what happened and full on glares at Billy all the way through the guy cleaning him up with the first-aid stuff he had been fetching. They bicker the whole time, neither of them happy to be this close to each other even if they’re undergoing some truce at the moment cause Steve knows for a fact now that he’ll get his arse kicked otherwise, and Billy still feels a little guilty (which he is decidedly not happy about, but fuck it if he doesn’t have a strong moral conscience). That doesn’t stop Billy from shouting ‘good riddance!’ at Steve’s retreating back when he lets himself out with the promise of ‘never seeing your stupid face again, Hargrove’.

But then, the next time Steve does see him, Billy’s gone and gotten into another fight and it’s only fair that Steve returns the favour. So Billy ends up awkwardly sat on Steve’s couch this time as Steve looks him over. So they’re… good? Only now things aren’t balanced, cause Billy only bandaged up Steve to make up for fact he knocked him on his arse in the first place; and there’s no way that he’s letting this pretentious dick have one up on him, so he makes Steve say he’ll come to Billy next time he’s hurt, too. And Steve’s no coward, alright? So he’ll show Billy, and he’ll go to him for help until Billy kicks him out on his arse just to prove a point.

Only Billy doesn’t kick him out. So Steve keeps going to Billy, and Billy keeps going to Steve, cause the pair of them are both a bit quicker to jump to violence than they maybe should be, especially when defending the people they care about. And eventually, one day, Billy just shows up, pounding on Steve’s door and utterly fuming, because this time he walked away before he got into a physical fight and needed to calm down somewhere. Strange, right? That’s not their deal. But then Steve finds himself doing the same thing. Less and less they find themselves patching each other up.

Suddenly they’re just… hanging out for the sake of it. Billy’s friends are suddenly Steve’s friends and vice versa. They spend hours sprawled out in each other’s living rooms (much to the annoyance of Heather, and Carol and Tommy who have to live with this constant disruption) and just ranting about their interests like most people don’t want to put up with. And suddenly they’re not rivals anymore they’re maybe even friends and— oh, shit. They’re in love, aren’t they?

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #this scenario got away from me but yeah #the extreme version of the ‘i had nowhere else to go’ trope where they very much do but want to Prove A Point #and yeah. heather tommy and carol are their roomates in my head now #besties that bitch together live together 🤭#also the accidental autistic rizz sounds fucking hilarious i love that lmao #so them tbh. weird dorks that everyone just desires carnally

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lesbianlovelanguage · 2 years

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Thunder in Our Hearts pt. 2

My contribution to the post S4 Vol 1 fix-its pt. 1 here, or read on AO3 I know it’s short, but we’re gonna get into the meat of things next time!

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Steve hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of Max since they had all managed to regroup at the Wheeler’s basement. He knew she felt it too, knew she probably didn’t appreciate his overprotective watch, but he couldn’t look away. He knew that the image of her convulsing as she floated away from the ground would become a permanent fixture in his nightmares for years to come, right along with the haunting thud of demodogs on a bus and the nauseous feeling of unknown Russian drugs streaming through him.

As the group settled down for the night in the Wheeler’s basement, and it was determined that there should be a ‘Max Watch,’ he found himself volunteering for the first watch and then sitting down on the bedraggled couch next to Max. They watched in silence as the other members slowly began to pass out from exhaustion, and in the silence Steve couldn’t help but listen to the lyrics of Max’s favorite song, committing it to memory.

And if I could I’d make a deal with God And I’d get him to swap our places

It wasn’t until Nancy’s gentle snores began to fill the room that Steve dared to speak up. “I’m no musical genius like Robin, but ‘m pretty sure that’s one hell of a depressing song.” Max just shrugged her slim shoulders.

You don’t want to hurt me But see how deep the bullet lies Unaware, I’m tearing you asunder There is thunder in our hearts Is there so much hate for the ones we love

As the chorus came back stronger, Max wound the headphone cord around her finger. “It’s not really. It’s actually kind of,” she paused, looking carefully around the room as if to make sure no one else was awake. “Comforting. To know someone else knows how it feels.”

“How what feels?” Steve asked.

“To- to miss someone you’re not supposed to,” she whispered.

A dawning realization came over Steve. He knew he wasn’t as close to Max as he was to Dustin, or even Mike and Lucas, she had always been too independent to ask for advice the same way. But she was still a kid, one who had had to watch someone close to her die and she couldn’t talk to anyone about it because she assumed everyone hated Billy too much to empathize.

He shifted closer to her on the couch, leaning down to make their conversation seem as private as it could be. “I kind of know what you mean.” She abruptly turned her head around and dropped the walkman in her lap. “It’s not exactly the same,” he continued to explain. “I mean they’re not actually dead, but my parents- They’re not really there anymore. Haven’t been in years. I’m supposed to be happy about that right? I mean, teenager with a huge empty house. It was practically Tommy’s wet dream. But at night, when the parties ended and the house was empty again I just felt…numb. And lonely.” Steve rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed and uncomfortable as Max just kept silently staring at him incredulously.

Then within one breath and the next, Steve suddenly found himself with a lap full of Max Mayfield. Her hair tickled his nose as she dug her face into his neck, but he could also feel the shivers that wracked her small frame as she tried desperately to silent her crying. He just wrapped his arms around her and began rubbing small circles on her back. Remembering her words from earlier, he bit back the automatic reassurances he wanted to falsely promise her and simply let Kate Bush and synthesized piano chords ring out from the headphones crushed between them.

Come on angel Come on darling Let’s exchange the experience

The song played twice more before he felt her silent sobs begin to die down, and then just as quickly as she had flung herself at him, Max retreated to the farthest end of the couch. He could just catch a glimpse of red, puffy eyes behind her curtain of red hair. Another loop, and Steve gathered up the courage to speak again.

“I won’t promise that things will work out, but I can promise that this group,” he twirled his finger in a gesture meant to include everyone in the basement, “will do their damndest to figure this out and put a stop to the wizard’s curse.”

Max didn’t say anything in response, just gave a jerky nod before pulling the headphones over her ears and curling even tighter into the arm of the couch. Steve could still hear Kate Bush though.

If I only could Be running up that hill With no problems

#yes i know the song is probably overplayed at this point #but whatever #i needed this scene okay?#it's probably the most self indulgent thing #it does serve a purpose to the story too though #anyway #stranger things s4 #stranger things spoilers #max mayfield #steve harrington #tay writes #harringrove #eventually

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helaintoloki · 3 years

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Meet the Family

pairing: Pietro Peter Maximoff x fem!reader

warnings: angst, manipulation, reader is a Westview hostage controlled by Wanda, etc., 2.5k in length

notes: writing a piece that takes place in the WandaVision universe was such a challenging and fun experience, and I really tried to capture the same dark undertones of the show so I hope you enjoy!

summary: An innocent family dinner with Pietro’s new girlfriend reveals that life in Westview is not what it seems. Uncle Pietro introduces y/n to the family!

Y/n almost feels like she’s being watched as the warm hand of her boyfriend— since when do I have a boyfriend?— carefully guides her trembling figure up the front steps of his sister’s house and rings the doorbell. Her grip on the glass dish of brownies in her hands is so impossibly tight she fears she might just break it, and when the silver haired man swoops down to steal a kiss from her cherry gloss stained lips she can’t help but to feel nauseated. The sickness morphs into guilt immediately, and when he looks down upon her with a gaze so tender and fond she forces herself to bat her eyes and smile at him. What kind of girlfriend is horrible enough to be disgusted by a kiss from her own boyfriend? Something isn’t right here...

“Don’t even sweat it, babe, my little sis is going to love you!” Pietro comforts with an easygoing grin plastered on his features.

“I hope so,” y/n murmurs quietly, nervously chewing at her bottom lip. This is the audition, her one shot at impressing the boss, and if even one tiny minuscule detail is thrown out of place then there goes her new house and fancy wardrobe and y/n is written out of the show. Permanently.

“My girlfriend is such a worrywart,” he laughs fondly with a gentle pinch of her cheek. It’s as if a switch is flipped inside of her, and this time when she smiles at him it is genuine and full of unadulterated love.

“I just want everything to be perfect, I know how much this means to you,” she replies earnestly, too dazed to notice the soft aww that drifts through the air from the audience. Pietro smiles.

“Man, did I luck out on finding the most perfect girl in the world or what?”

“Well us being together certainly isn’t a coincidence,” she notes with a small smile. The uneasiness begins to wash over her again, but y/n isn’t given a chance to dwell on the feeling as the front door swings open and a vibrant looking young woman stands in the doorway, almost beaming at the two with pure glee.

“Thank goodness you made it!” She exclaims, hand delicately resting on her chest to showcase her relief before she pulls the stranger her brother into a hug.

“Like we’d really miss Sunday dinner,” Pietro jokes before pressing a chaste kiss to his sister’s cheek. His hand returns to the small of y/n’s back and the fond smile pulls at his lips again. “Wanda, I’d like to introduce you to a very special little lady, my girlfriend y/n.”

“Oh, she’s very special indeed,” Wanda notes with an overzealous wink, ignoring the way in which the brownie dish begins to tremble in the poor girl’s hands. Just a little stage fright, that’s all. “It’s very nice to meet you, y/n. I’m Wanda.”

“It’s an honor to meet you,” the girl replies earnestly, “Pietro has told me so much about you.”

“Well aren’t you sweet! Please, come in,” Wanda grins, ushering the two inside before shutting the door. “Boys, Uncle Pietro is here!”

“What a lovely place you have,” y/n compliments. Her eyes scan the perfectly decorated home in wonder, awe, and a third thing she can’t quite place for if she dwells on it for too long her head begins to ache and her surroundings begin to grow fuzzy.

“Oh, please, it’s just a little something I threw together,” she jokes, canned laughter echoing distantly in the background of y/n’s mind.

“Uncle Pietro!” Two voices exclaim, and y/n watches curiously as her boyfriend lets out an ecstatic laugh before rushing forward to scoop the twin boys in his arms.

“If it isn’t my favorite little trouble makers!” He grins, making sure to ruffle both heads of hair. “Billy, Tommy, say hi to your aunt y/n.”

“Hi, aunt y/n,” Billy greets politely. Tommy is at her side in an instant, movements so quick y/n can’t help but to let out a startled yelp as he lunges for the dish in her hands.

“Are those brownies?!”

“Tommy, where are your manners?” Wanda chides gently, shaking her head with a laugh and reaching for the pastries. “Boys will be boys. I’ll take these off your hands.”

“Oh, uh, yes, thank you...” y/n murmurs softly, brows stitched together in discomfort.

“You’ll have to excuse my husband’s absence, another late night at the office. You know how it is, don’t you?”

“I can’t say I do.”

“Hmm... Well, make yourself comfortable. Dinner will be ready soon, I’ll just go put these in the kitchen.”

“Oh, do you need any h-“

“No,” Wanda blurts out abruptly, startling everyone in the room. She plasters on a smile, “No thank you. How can I be a good hostess if my guest is doing all the work for me?”

“You’re right, I’m so sorry,” y/n flounders, panic clear amongst her features. “I-I didn’t mean to impose at all.”

“No apologies,” the woman murmurs quietly, a small smile on her lips and an admonitory glimmer in her eyes, “we’re going to have a nice family dinner, and everything is going to be just perfect.”

The tension in the air is suffocating, wrapping itself in a slow growing hold around y/n’s neck. Her eyes begin to water, bottom lip quivering in fear as she looks around the room that suddenly feels too big and too bright. She doesn’t belong here with these people, something is wrong, the man she came here with is not hers, and as Wanda’s figure retreats behind the kitchen door y/n makes a mad dash towards the nearest exit.

“Whoa!” Pietro exclaims with an uneasy laugh, and in a blue flash she suddenly finds herself being scooped up off her feet and tossed back down on the couch in between the apprehensive twins faster than her fried brain can even comprehend. “Not so fast there, missy. Just where do you think you’re going?”

“I... I don’t feel right,” the young woman murmurs, wincing at the uncomfortable dryness of her throat as she swallows. “I want to go home and lie down.”

“Don’t be like that, babe,” he chides with a disappointed frown, “this is my family.”

“But what about my family?” Y/n whispers, tears welling in her eyes as she realizes that whenever she attempts to picture the life she once lived not a single thing comes to mind. “I don’t have a family.”

“This is your family now. We talked about this, remember? We came to Westview to make Wanda happy, and you don’t want to upset her, do you?”

“No,” she replies meekly, shuddering when the calloused pad of his thumb swipes across her warm cheek to remove any evidence of tears. No, I don’t want to make her unhappy, because if I do then I’m written off the show and I don’t know what will happen to me if I am. “I want to spend time with my new family.”

“Atta girl,” Pietro grins as he cups her face with both hands and brings her in for a kiss.

“Yuck!” Tommy exclaims in disgust from beside the couple, and this time y/n can’t help the bubbly laughter that escapes her at the young boy’s antics. Any memory of her previous meltdown is quickly wiped from her mind, and all she can think of now is how utterly grateful she is to be loved by such a wonderful man and be taken in by his wonderful family.

She pulls Pietro in for another kiss and giggles uncontrollably when he responds by tickling her sides, all while Wanda watches carefully from behind the scenes.

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“Dream of better lives, the kind which never hate. Trapped in a state of imaginary grace.”

Her voice is quiet and serene as she hums along to the Modern English song playing on the radio, a content smile on her face as she washes the dishes leftover from dinner. It was the least she could do after the lovely evening Wanda had hosted; her sister-in-law had been called upon by the neighbor Agnes for a task that hadn’t quite been specified, so y/n was happy to tidy up while her boyfriend spent quality time with the boys. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt as happy and content as she did now— she couldn’t remember anything, really— and y/n knew then and there that moving to Westview with Pietro had been the right decision for the family, for his sister and themselves, and for the children, too. Yes, everything was just peachy keen.

The kitchen door swings open and in walks a man y/n has never seen before. He looks just as surprised as she is when their eyes meet, an awkward smile on his red face and the morning paper in his hands, and y/n slowly drops the dish she had been washing back into the sink.

“Hello,” the man greets curtly, “I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting before.”

“I’m afraid not,” y/n agrees with a bashful smile, quickly removing her rubber gloves so that she may extend her hand towards him for a shake, “I’m y/n, Pietro’s girlfriend.”

“Ah, yes...” he murmurs lowly, cautiously shaking her hand and sizing the woman up and down until she shrinks under his gaze. He means her no harm, but he isn’t sure whether or not she’s part of this cooky little play or just another victim cast under Wanda’s spell. He smiles suddenly, the gesture startling the girl. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Vision.”

“Oh, yes! Of course. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

“May I ask where my wife is?” Vision asks.

“She went off to the neighbor’s,” y/n explains before promptly returning to her dish washing. The radio sounds distant and warbled now, the song she had been singing along to now nothing but static and jumbled up syllables, but to Vision’s dismay she doesn’t seem to notice in the slightest.

“How are you enjoying Westview?”

“I’m having the best time. Pietro and I have been talking and we might just have to hunker down in our own little place,” she says with a giggle. “It would be nice to be closer to you all.”

“I must say, having you and Pietro here was quite the surprise.”

“Not a bad one I hope,” she frowns. Vision guiltily refuses to meet her gaze.

“No, not at all. But, might I ask how you two came to be?” Vision asks apprehensively, adding on so that she doesn’t feel cornered, “I’m sure it must be a lovely story.”

“Oh, yes! I remember it like it was yesterday,” y/n swoons dreamily, a fond smile plastered on her face and her gaze casted out towards the living room where Pietro sits playing video games with the boys. She blinks once, twice, eyes never once leaving the silver haired stranger in the couch. A pregnant pause hovers over the two, the porcelain plate trembles in her hands, and Vision watches in silent horror as her eyes begin to well with tears.

“Y/n?” He calls gently, fingertips carefully brushing against her elbow in an attempt to bring her focus back to him. He removes the plate from her iron grip and sets it back carefully in the sink before turning the girl by the shoulders to face him; she still wears that same adoring smile despite the tears that silently fall down her cheeks.

“Forgive me,” she murmurs quietly, “I can’t seem to gather my thoughts properly.”

“Who did this to you? Was it Wanda? Pietro?” Vision press urgently. Y/n sways slightly when he shakes her by the shoulders in a desperate attempt to break her from her trance but still her smile remains.

“Pietro? Oh, he loves me, and I love him.”

“My dear, I don’t think you do,” the man utters sympathetically.

“Of course I do, silly. We were made for each other.”

“Perhaps you were, but not in the way you think. Y/n-“

“Please let go,” she interrupts in a soft, steady voice, looking up at him like a scorned child, “you’re scaring me.”

“If you would just let me,” Vision begins to say, fingertips reaching for her temple in preparation to break her from the spell only to be interrupted by another presence in the room.

“Whoa, what’s going on in here?” Pietro asks with a raised brow and uneasy laugh. “Hey toaster oven, you mind maybe letting go of my girlfriend?”

“Of course, my apologies,” Vision murmurs, stepping away from the girl and allowing her to run into the arms of her boyfriend.

“You okay, babe?” He asks with a raised brow. She isn’t, not in the slightest, but she has a job to do and a role to play, so she merely bats her eyes at him before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Never been better. Hey, how does dessert sound?”

“I think that sounds lovely,” Wanda chimes, her sudden appearance in the kitchen doorway startling the already present trio. Vision looks like a deer caught in headlights when Wanda saunters over and gifts him with an innocent kiss to the cheek. “Why don’t you and Pietro get the boys settled down while y/n and I prepare the dessert?”

“What a lovely idea, darling,” Vision chimes with an easy smile— y/n isn’t the only one with a role to play. “Come now, dear brother-in-law.”

“Take good care of my girl, little sis,” Pietro calls on his way out. Wanda smiles, her eyes never once leaving y/n’s trembling frame.

“But of course. What is family for? Y/n, be a dear and grab the plates, won’t you?”

“Yes, Wanda,” the girl chimes obediently. She smiles.

“I noticed you seemed a little shaken up just now, is everything alright?” Wanda asks, feigning obliviousness.

“Oh, you know, just some friendly questioning from my new brother-in-law. I’m sure he just wanted to make sure Pietro had found the right match,” she explains with a passive wave of her hand. Wanda hums softly.

“Well we don’t need to worry about that,” she notes. “You’re here for a reason, y/n. Do you know that?”

“For Pietro, and for you,” she replies earnestly, smiling when Wanda takes her hands in her own and gives them a gentle squeeze. “You’ve always wanted a big family, a real family, one that would never turn its back on you or leave you behind ever again. You want a sister and nieces and nephews and love, and I’m here because I can do all of that and more for you.”

“Exactly right. Family is forever, y/n. Are you ready for the commitment that comes with being a Maximoff?”

“I’ve never been more ready,” y/n responds eagerly. Wanda smiles.

“I’m so relieved you said that,” she utters gently, pulling y/n in for a hug so that she may not see the way in which her eyes begin to glow red and waves of energy begin to emit from her fingertips as she carefully settles herself fully into the girl’s mind. She fills her head with thoughts of Pietro and family, with memories she’s never lived and feelings she’s never had, she fills her with love, and y/n is none the wiser.

“Congratulations, y/n,” Wanda utters quietly, comfortingly stroking the girl’s hair, “you’re a Maximoff now.”

#wandavision spoilers #wandavision #peter maximoff #pietro maximoff #peter maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #peter maximoff imagine #pietro maximoff imagine #quicksilver #quicksilver x reader #quicksilver imagine #wanda maximoff #vision #wanda maximoff x reader #vision x reader #marvel #mcu #mcu x reader #mcu imagine

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lebenspurpur · 3 years

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the L-word

|Michael|

the unspoken kind

The smell of the cooked stew on the oven made their stomach rumble. A little bit of oregano, some pepper and paprika were still missing. They hummed while they added the spices. Grabbing a wooden spoon, they stirred the food in the giant pot. They felt like a wizard brewing his potion and the thought made them giggle.

It was dark outside, the chirping of crickets the only sound at this time of the evening. They looked out of their window, hoping to spot a familiar white mask staring back at them but no one met their gaze.

Sighing they walked back to the oven.

A man stepped out of the shadows, stalking their form hunched over the kitchen counter. Knife tight in his hand, he trudged forwards for a better view. The eyes behind his mask lovingly grazed over their familiar expressions and body. The way their eyes glimmered and the corners of their lips curved up, it made him... happy? The familiarity of their movements reassured and calmed him in ways he couldn't explain.

The man sighed and shook his head. He turned and walked towards the main door. "I love you." he thought as he let himself in, "I fucking love you.".

|Vincent|

the quiet kind

They were fast asleep, their chest rose with every deep breath they took. Their hair was splattered all over the pillow. Their expression one made out of bliss.

Vincent laid next to them, head propped up on his arm. The air felt cold on his exposed face but he smiled. His eyes never left their face, admiring their beauty and studying their appearance. In his mind he sketched their body, trying so hard to express the peaceful state they were in right now.

Vincent extended a hand and pushed a loose strand of hair out of their face. His fingers rested on their cheek a bit longer, feeling their warmth. He couldn't help but let his hand wander. It traveled down to their neck, over their sternum and down to their abdomen. He tried to remember every single detail, every scar and every mole he met.

Retreating his hand he leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to their forehead. They stirred in their sleep and smiled a little. Vincent let his head fall on the mattress next to their face and hid his bashful smile in their neck.

"I love you," he whispered and kissed their neck lovingly, "so much.".

|Bo|

the heated kind

Their eyebrows furrowed and he rolled his eyes at them. Their shouting made his ears hurt. He wanted it to stop.

So he shouted back, anger and annoyance clearly audible in his voice.

Tears suddenly dwelled in their eyes and they grew silent. Bo felt a shock of pain go through his heart at the sight and rushed forward. His arms quickly caught them and even though they scratched and hit him he didn't let go.

He let them cry in his chest and they slowly stopped trying to escape. Bo still tightened his grip and lovingly caressed their back and hip.

He attached his lips to their hair and closed his eyes, "I'm sorry darlin'. You know I love you. I'm so sorry.".

|Lester|

the proud kind

Bo flinched at the sound of their angry voice shouting at him. He tried to interfere and say something but they threw him a burning glance and he shut his mouth. Motioning with their hands, they argued with him until Bo let his head hang low and muttered a silent apology.

They smiled proudly and put their hands to their hips. Sending a Bo a last hateful look, they turned around and marched towards Lester.

Their steps were energetic and proud and they grinned upon seeing Lester grin. As soon as they reached him he opened his arms and enveloped them in a hug, pressing his forehead against theirs in the process.

"Wow." he said breathlessly and sent them a proud grin, "I love you.".

|Baby|

the flirty kind

She circled her hips and watched them shamelessly gaze at the movements of her hips. Giggling she gripped the pole and swung around, her pretty body moving in ways god never intended it to.

Their eyes never left Baby's body as she finished her performance with a split. They applauded jokingly and she giggled as she arose from the uncomfortable position.

Baby walked down the stage and into the empty room, her only visitor being them. They smiled at her as she approached their seat.

Then they extended their arms and Baby gladly took the offer, sinking down on their lap. Her forehead rested on their shoulder and they wrapped their arms around her. She smiled mischievously and slowly kissed their neck. Leaving little bites here and there her lips slowly moved up to their mouth. Baby finally pressed a passionate kiss on their lips, biting their lip in the process.

"I love you." she then stated and winked at them, "I love you very much.".

|Otis|

the annoyed kind

Otis couldn't help but rest his forehead in his hands upon seeing them try to grab something from the upper shelf. While their darted out tongue and concentrated expression was adorable, he still felt amusement at their blindness. There was literally a stool right next to them yet here they were, on their tiptoes trying to reach the box of cereal with their finger tips.

They smiled upon seeing Otis' expression and giggled, "Oh no, seems like I can't reach my food. What a tragedy that there's no strong man around to help me.".

Otis now groaned but he stepped forwards and grabbed their hips. Lifting them up a few inches they snatched the cereal and he let them down again. Turning around, they pressed a chaste kiss on his cheek and chuckled. "Thank you strong man," they thanked him jokingly. "I love you." they then added and gave him a proper kiss.

The white haired man groaned again and rolled his eyes, "Whatever”, he grumbled the last part quietly, “I love you too."

|Billy Loomis|

the surprised kind

Stu groaned at Billy's agitated rumbling about something. He always ended up like this. As soon as he found something to talk about he didn't stop, especially when the topic was Horror-movies.

Stu grimaced at them and stood up. After quickly saying goodbye Billy immediately started rambling again. They couldn't help but chuckle at his excited expression.

Billy looked up at the sound and stopped mid-sentence. They were actually listening to him. Oh wow.

He was used to people ignoring his words when he got excited about something. That usually led to him shutting up about his personal interests but they were actually listening to him.

He chuckled in surprise and leaned forward to kiss them. They kissed back, surprised at the sudden passionate action.

Billy leaned back a few inches and laughed again, astonishment audible in his voice. His forehead rested against theirs and he smiled, "I fucking love you.".

|Stu Macher|

the loving kind

They laid on on the grass, fingers intertwined and eyes gazing up at the stars in the sky. It was early in the morning or very late in the evening, it depends on how you want to see the situation.

After a while Stu's head turned and he looked at their side profile. They smiled and tried to ignore his gaze wandering over their features.

A few seconds later their head turned as well and their eyes met his. They grinned, "Why are you staring at me, you're supposed to look at the stars.".

Stu just smiled back and extended his hand to cup their cheek.

"I love you." he whispered quietly and they turned around, giggling like a lovesick teenager.

|Brahms|

the needy kind

"Y/N..." the brunette whined, their name drawn out to annoy them. Brahms didn't get an answer.

He crossed his arms and pouted, "Y/N... pretty pleaseee..." he mewled again and they sighed.

Brahms noticed that they were slowly breaking and smirked. "Y/N.." he tried one last time, this time seductively.

They stopped what they were doing and slammed their hands down. "What Brahms?" they said, reserved anger visible and audible.

"Don't you think I should get some attention? I think I deserve some. Y/N I love you and you love me and lovers usually give each other attention. Pretty please Y/N." Brahms begged now, his eyes pleadingly focused on their face.

They sighed and dropped the rug they've been cleaning with. Brahms squealed as they walked over to him and opened his arms. A smug grin was visible on his face as their body hit his in a hug.

|Josef|

the outraged kind

Their sigh sounded annoyed and Josef gulped.

"Josef we've talked about this." they said while massaging their temples.

"I know, I know but look at it. Isn't it pretty?" he wrapped an arm around their shoulders, "I made it for you.". The smile he send them after the sentence was proud and loving.

"But why Josef? Why?" they said, resignation in their voice.

Josef let go of their shoulder and sent them an outraged look.

"Why?" he repeated and scoffed, "Because I love you?". Outraged he turned around and pouted.

They laughed at his temper tantrum and hugged him from behind. Their head rested on his back, "I love you too, you man-child.".

|Thomas|

the shy kind

It was warm but not too hot, a nice change. Summer in Texas was always horrible but the evenings were okay. Cold wind caressed their faces and the scent of cigarettes hit their nose.

Thomas was sitting next to them on the porch, eyes closed and mask off. He looked so calm, so relaxed. It made their heart swell.

They slowly snuck over to him, a playful smile painting their features. Thomas opened his eyes as they sat on his laps and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Turning red, he wrapped his arms around them and placed his chin on their shoulder.

They smiled and placed their fingers on his shoulders, massaging the tense muscles.

Thomas hummed in appreciation. He whispered a quiet "I love you." against their skin and they laughed quietly.

Pressing a soft kiss on his forehead, they chuckled quietly "I love you too, big boy.".

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zodiyack · 3 years

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Rude! (3,000+ Follower Fic Special 1/3)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Female!Hopper!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Billy stuff, lyrics, fluff

Song: Rude by Magic!

Words: 1,798

Summary: Billy's love for Hopper's daughter is too strong to be stopped by the tough Chief Jim Hopper. Despite being told "not in a thousand years", he plans to love her regardless.

Note: Thank you so so much! I love you all, and writing your ideas, as well as sharing mine with you, has been so fucking fun and amazing! I'm sorry for my lack of words, I wish being an author came in handy with writing this, however, all I can say is that I love you all from the bottom of my heart. I've seen people do shout-outs, and ask-related stuff with their follower things, and I may do that, I'm not sure. For now, I hope you enjoy this... Thank you all, again!

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"Saturday morning, jumped out of bed and put on my best suit. Got in my car and raced like a jet all the way to you. Knocked on your door with my heart in my hands, to ask you a question, 'cause I know that you're an old-fashioned man. Yeah."

Billy was freshly graduated, working as a lifeguard whilst his girlfriend worked her own job, both saving up for their chance to ditch Hawkins and move to California. Sweet Cali. Billy was excited to show the love of his life around the place he called home. Though, physically, he left the salty ocean and windy beach behind, the place never truly left him.

You could see it in his eyes. The waves crashing in his blue orbs. He swore the scent had just barely clung to his belongings; the smell of the tangy air that followed a majority of the state. Working at a pool was the closest he got to the memory of California. Chlorine was most certainly not the salted ocean waters, but with the circumstances, he decided it'd do.

The way his face lit up whenever he talked about his home...it made Y/n more and more excited to see it. His girlfriend had grown up in Hawkins, stayed there her whole life. Never once did the Hoppers leave Hawkins.

But the second that was introduced to Billy, he knew it had to change.

Although they were saving for a big move, Billy had...other things in mind with what to do with his first large pay-check (or series, rather. Working as a lifeguard didn't pay well with just one check). He began to work more shifts to make up for the money he'd spent, and one day after calling in for a day off, he decided to put his plan into action.

"Billy, stop messing with the tie."

"It's annoying." Hands slapped away his attempts of adjusting the black silk tie.

"Well it won't stop being annoying if you keep fucking it up."

For the first time in a long time, Neil Hargrove was calm. Not happy, not amused, not pissed off for some unjust reason- just calm. He wasn't wreaking havoc and he wasn't being an asshole to his son. Billy hadn't seen this side of his dad in quite some time, in fact, he thought something important was going on and he was about to fuck it all up. And then, Susan retreated to the living room with a camera and a freshly ironed suit.

"You're not putting me in that."

"And who asked for your opinion?" Neil deflected with a raised brow. One heavy sigh later and Billy was leaving the bathroom, dawning the whole black and white getup.

Susan clasped her hands over her mouth, a tear leaving her eye, "You look so handsome! Just like your dad!"

Billy rolled his eyes, "Great."

However, his careless attitude was swept under the rug when the blue Camaro pulled up to the police station, interrupting a clearly distressed Chief Hopper bickering with his daughter. Billy had to get himself together before stepping out of the car, jaw slack after seeing the beauty he got to call his date.

"Hello Mr-"

"Don't even try play nice with me, Hargrove. She's not going anywhere with you. End of story." Hopper kept his eyes trained on the blond, body tense like a snake preparing to strike it's prey.

Y/n grabbed Billy's arm, slowly directing him to the car, "And in the sequel, we find out I am going with Billy. End of that story."

"There is no 'sequel.' The writer got drunk and lazy." She paused, turning to face her father who stood tall, arms crossed and face unamused.

"So his daughter picked up where her father left off, and then the sequel was published and the two lived happily ever after, the end."

While her dad attempted to search for a line that would better hers and force her to stay, she pushed Billy toward the driver's side and slid into the car as fast as she could, rolling down the window as Billy started it up. "Bye! I'll be back before midnight!"

The two drove off toward the school, leaving behind a trail of dust and very, very, pissed off Hopper.

Prom was better than Billy thought it would be. He didn't want to go at first, but after Max found out and spoke to her mom about it (the little redhead a cupid-in-the-making), Neil pushed him to go (as he was "doing something else besides being a lazy-no-good rebel"). It was then that he called Y/n and asked if she'd be going.

The suit came in handy. Clashing with his rocker aesthetic, he put it back on once more. The once-annoying tie proved to be somewhat okay in the end.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend, but the answer is no!"

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude?

With a deep breath, he ran-over the conversation in his head once more. Like a script for an actor, he had thought of every possible outcome and every possible line for him to face it with. He almost chickened out as his fist rose to the door, but it was too late, for his knuckles rapped against it before he realized he was even knocking.

El opened the door, eyes wide when she saw the familiar mullet and button-down. "Papa..." She muttered as she backed away and out of view.

Hopper traded places with her, his lazy expression sobering up instantaneously, replaced with a grumpy scowl. "Hargrove."

"Mr. Hopper, sir."

"What are you doing on my front porch?"

He swallowed roughly, palms sweaty against his sides. "I was wondering if I could talk to you."

"You seem to be doing just that right now, Hargrove." Hop crossed his arms and clenched his jaw.

Well, this was certainly not something Billy had thought of. He was on panic mode internally, attempting to find any response that could save his hide and accomplish what he set out to do. Unfortunately, the word-vomit button seemed to be misplaced under the button labeled "help".

"I'd like to marry your daughter, sir."

Hop's eyes grew just as big in size as El's had when she opened the door. He choked on his own surprise, coughing it off, then glaring at the boy in front of him. "Over my dead body, Hargrove. If that's all, I'd strongly advise you to get off of my fucking porch while you're still alive."

I hate to do this, you leave no choice; can't live without her. Love me or hate me, we will be boys- standing at that alter. And we will fly away, to another galaxy, you know. You know she's in love with me, she will go anywhere I go-

"Billy, he's just stubborn."

"No, no, I don't think he likes me."

Y/n sighed, rubbing her boyfriend's back. He hadn't told her of his proposal plans, only that Hop seemed to have it out for him. "It'll take time, but he'll warm up to you!"

"It's been how many years since he's met me?"

"To be fair, your reputation wasn't doing you any good until now..."

"It's not like that was fucking obvious." He slouched further down in the front seat of his Camaro. To Billy, all hope was lost. If he couldn't get Hopper to give him his blessing, he was sure he'd lose his goddamned mind.

Y/n frowned. Her frown flipped around as an idea popped into her head, her lips finding Billy's knuckles and quirking his attention. "Even if he never likes you, I'm not going anywhere."

Billy laughed softly, "he'll fucking kill me if you go against him."

"Eh, that's only if he can catch us."

"You're out of your fucking mind, Y/n Hopper."

"I know."

The rest of the night was spent in the Camaro, of course, doing one of Billy's favorite pastimes. By the time the sun rose, Billy was sneaking a kiss to a giggling Y/n before dropping from her window in the cabin and running to his car, parked far enough that Hop or El wouldn't notice. He blew her one more kiss, which she pretended to catch, then he broke into a sprint.

Maybe, he thought, just maybe; there was still a chance.

His knuckles hit the door again, shifting on his feet nervously. It swung open to reveal Hopper, an unimpressed look bringing no surprise Billy's way. It was quite expected, honestly.

"What." His tone made it clear he wasn't up for fucking around.

"Mr. Hopper, if you just give me one chance to prove to you that-"

"No, no, no, no, no. Let me make it very clear to you that I want you to have nothing to do with my daughter whatsoever. No marriage, no friendship, I don't even approve of you guys fucking or whatever-"

"We're in a serious relationship, sir. It's nothing like you think it is."

This made Hop laugh. He continued to do so, holding his stomach, until he realized Billy was unamused. "Oh, you're serious?... My answer is still no, Hargrove. My answer will always be no. Go find someone else's daughter's heart to break. You're not hurting mine."

"It's not like-"

Before he could even get the words out, he was met with a door in his face. Turned down, again.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend, 'cause the answer's still no!"

Again, again, and again, Billy incessantly pleaded with Hopper. Different tactics were all met with the same answer; rejection.

He held up a sign outside the cabin, only for Hopper to close the curtain and chuckle as he sipped his coffee.

He asked at the door again, only for Hop to threaten to give him a black eye (which was met with "aren't you the sheriff? Isn't that illegal?").

He raced past the police station, Max leaning out the window with another sign, only for Hop to threaten them with holding cells.

He even went as far as to ask Max and El to help, but Hopper had none of that, and sent Max home with a rant full of nos.

However, if Jim Hopper thought any of it would get it into Billy's head that getting his blessing was just not happening- he was as wrong as Nancy when she claimed not to have feelings for Jonathan.

Billy had another plan in mind, and this one was impossible to say no to.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend- but no still means no!"

"Hopper." Billy stood before his desk, interrupting his nice date with a delicious doughnut, and earning a very annoyed glare. "I got Miss Byer's blessing. Aren't you two a thing?"

"You son of a-"

"I got Eleven's too."

"Hargrove, I'm gonna-"

"Before you cuss me out, I think you should know that I've got a stable job, an interview with a mechanic so I have a job when the pool closes for the winter, and I've got a house on the market I'm looking at. I'm devoted to your daughter and she's devoted to me. You may not like me, but I think you're a great dad, better than the one I was unfortunately stuck with. You raised a strong and amazing woman. She's incredible and I admit, she deserves better than me-"

"You don't have to say that twice." Hopper huffed, crossing his arms.

"I know she deserves so much better than me, I'm surprised she's even with me too. But she loves me, and I think you can see that. I love her too. I would never, in a million years, break her heart."

Jim stayed silent for a few minutes. The silence brought uneasiness to Billy, but that was intentional on Hopper's behalf. He finally piped up with a cough, clearing his throat, before his piercing eyes met Billy's blue orbs.

"I'll hold you to that, Hargrove."

Bonus:

(after the wedding)

"What was that about a no?" Billy quipped with his infamous smirk.

"You're lucky I'm sheriff, Hargrove."

Why you gotta be so rude?

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heliads · 3 years

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Some Things Have To Be Said (Part Three)

When S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Y/N L/N is called to the S.W.O.R.D. encampment outside Westview because of her history working alongside Wanda Maximoff, she’ll have to face her past with Wanda and even a confrontation with the woman she loved.

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You can only stare at her. Your blood feels like it’s freezing in your veins, slowing to a stop. The world crashes to a halt around you. After a long moment, you’re able to claw up the strength to form a single word. “What?” Wanda’s gaze doesn’t break. “Who are you?” She repeats, and the question still burns just as deep the second time.

“You don’t- you don’t know me?” Wanda shakes her head, the movement slow and unflinching. “Should I?” You blink, trying to regain any sense of clarity. “Yes. No. You did, once.” Wanda’s emotionless mask flinches once, and she tilts her head slightly to the side to consider you. “I did, didn’t I?” She looks deeply into your eyes, and you have that same sense of overwhelming scrutiny that you had felt before. Wanda must be reading your mind, but there seems to be something blocking her from looking too deeply, because she looks away after barely a moment has gone by.

“L/N. Agent L/N. If you’re with the government, why don’t I feel afraid of you? Something is telling me to trust you, but I don’t know why.” You feel a bitter smile creep onto your cheeks, lips tugged up at the sides. “It’s because I loved you.” Wanda nods once. “And me? Did I feel the same way about you?” You force yourself to keep a calm face, to not break down. “I don’t know. That’s why I came, to find out.”

Wanda furrows her brow. “Y/N. Your name was Y/N.” You incline your head. “We met a while back. I don’t know why you can’t remember me.” Wanda seems about to answer you, but then you hear the sound of shouting from across the town. It sounds like the cries of two young boys, and you realize it must be Wanda’s children.

Wanda appears to have come to the same conclusion and seems drawn towards the sound, but she forces herself to turn back to you, as if held in place by some anchor tying her to you. “I have to go.” You nod once. “I know. It’s alright.” Wanda’s eyes flicker up to you, and she places her palm lightly against your cheek. It barely touches you, but the sensation of her so close to you is spellbinding. “You need to be careful. There’s a woman here, Agatha. I don’t want you to get hurt.” You let your hand come to rest against hers, contact for just a second. “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.”

Wanda nods, takes in one quiet breath. “I’ll come back, Y/N. I promise.” You try for a smile. “I know you will.” Wanda hesitates one last second, as if drinking in the sight of you, then she finally pulls her hand away and hurries off down the sidewalk to help her children.

You’re left standing there, your own hand unconsciously rising to where hers had just left you. Your fingers feel cool against your cheek. Out of nowhere, a woman appears in the middle of the street, and walks until she’s shoulder to shoulder with you, both of you watching the place where Wanda had just been. You speak first. “You must be Agatha.” The woman leers at you, and you realize she was the strange neighbour from before, the one who had known your name.

Agatha’s voice is colder now that she’s dispensed with the ‘happy neighbour’ attitude. “And you’re Agent Y/N L/N of S.H.I.E.L.D. Don’t take Wanda’s lack of memory too personally, I’m afraid that was my fault. I needed her to completely fall apart so I could take her powers, and I knew she wouldn’t crumble as easily if she knew she had someone else waiting for her who wouldn’t vanish when her little suburban dream disappeared.”

You cut a glance over to Agatha. “So you took her memories of me?” She nods, shoulders lifting in triumph. “Had to be done. I’d tell you not to worry because the memories might come back, but I’m not even sure that will happen.” Agatha claps her hands together, suddenly purposeful. “Well, I’m off to rain destruction on your little friend. Stay out of my way, sweetie, or you’ll find yourself in more trouble than you can handle.” The words, spoken so carelessly, carry a far deeper threat than the seemingly innocent words would otherwise show.

In a heartbeat, Agatha vanishes, and you’re alone on the street once more. You glance around you at the houses nearby, and realize with a dull panic that Monica was supposed to be checking out Agatha’s house to find Wanda. Surely she would have heard the voices and come out, right? When you check around, you can’t find Monica anywhere, so you decide to enter Agatha’s house and try to find your friend. If you can’t help Wanda right now, you can at least try to get Monica out of Agatha’s control.

The door to Agatha’s house is unlocked, and you can hear a vague commotion going on upstairs. When you make your way up a flight of stairs and down a hall, you pause by a door leading to a bedroom. You can hear Monica’s voice coming from inside, so you try the doorknob but find it locked. From inside the room comes the sound of someone panicking, and they seem to be begging for their life. That does it- you back up a little, then run at the door and kick it down. Monica looks up at the sound of the door splintering open, and you find that she’s not alone- there’s another boy there, who looks like the new Pietro casting on Wanda’s show.

You raise an eyebrow. “Well, I was ready to join in the fight but it doesn’t look like you’ll be needing my help. Who’s he?” Monica gives one last look to the boy on the ground. “Ralph, apparently. I think Agatha put him under mind control to make him act like he was Wanda’s twin brother. Easier to recast than bring someone back from the dead.” You shrug. “I can’t argue with that logic. You want to come to the town center? I think some big fight is going on between Wanda and Agatha.”

Monica nods, and the two of you leave Agatha’s house, heading quickly towards the center of town. Sure enough, you see Wanda and Agatha hovering in the sky, exchanging blasts of magical energy. You also see Hayward and his S.W.O.R.D. reinforcements arriving to the scene, and tap Monica on the shoulder to point them out. “You see that? He’s still gunning for Wanda even though it’s obvious she’s not the villain anymore.” Monica frowns in determination. “He’s got a bigger hand in this than he’s letting on. Are you ready to help defend Wanda and her kids?” You grin, reaching for the gun at your belt. “I thought you’d never ask.”

At last, after days of research and planning and mind control, you’re finally back in your element. As Hayward’s reinforcements pour out of their armored vehicles, you take them down one by one, moving with the methodical grace of someone who was practically born for combat. It feels so freeing to be able to finally push everything out of your mind and just take down everyone in your path. A large part of your S.H.I.E.L.D. training was combat, so it’s nice to use that familiar skill set again.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Hayward training a gun at Billy and Tommy, Wanda’s kids. Your eyes go wide as you realize he’s prepared to shoot, and even as you race towards him, desperate to stop this, you already know you’re arriving too late. Luckily, Monica is there just in time, and stands in front of the boys to protect them from the bullets. To your shock, Hayward still fires, but the bullets pass harmlessly through Monica and fall to the ground.

Hayward seems just as surprised as you are, and races into an armored vehicle in an attempt to ram the twins and Monica. Just as he’s flooring the gas, though, a food truck of all things hurtles into the vehicle, crashing into it in a flurry of sparks and twisting metal. You realize with a grin that it was driven by Darcy, and sigh in relief to realize that your friend is alright.

You hurry over to Monica. “Okay, I knew about the glowing eyes, but the bullet trick was new. Very cool and very dangerous.” Monica purses her lips in thought, but she looks exhilarated by her new powers. “I know about the dangerous, but I’m not so sure about the other part.” You toss her a grin. “I’ve worked with the Avengers for a while, and I’ve seen a lot of powers. Trust me, that was very cool.” Monica laughs at that. “It is, isn’t it?”

You look up to see Wanda floating out of the sky towards her children, and turn away hurriedly, distracting yourself by running checks on your weapon so that Wanda won’t see you. Monica frowns at you. “Y/N, when I got my powers I could see into Wanda’s head for a little bit. I know she loves you, and I know how you feel about her. Why are you trying to hide from her?”

You look back at the retreating figures of Wanda, Vision, and the twins. “She only has so much time left with this family, I don’t want to mar any of it with thoughts of others.” Monica follows your gaze, watching them leave. “Does it hurt to see her with them?” You sigh quietly. “Yes and no. It hurt more before, but I know that I’ll be able to be with her again once she lets them go. I want her to have as much time with them as possible.” Monica nods, and puts a hand on your shoulder in comfort. “If you need anyone, you know you’ve got me, right?” You smile back at her. “I do. Thank you, Monica.”

A woman in a black suit comes up to Monica, asking for a word in private. Monica nods, then turns back to you. Both of you know that this is goodbye, that you won’t be meeting up again today, or even for a while. Your eyes warm as you take in the sight of your friend. “I’ll see you again soon. I have no doubt of that.” Monica smiles at you. “Good luck, Y/N. I hope you can make things work with her.” You nod goodbye, then she turns and walks away, following the woman into a movie theatre. You slip away from the crowd of agents, walking briskly into the fading light.

Wanda Maximoff is striding purposefully down the streets of Westview. She’s almost on the outskirts of town when she notices the parked car waiting at the far edge. A woman is leaning up against the car, staring up at the sky, although she straightens once she notices Wanda approach. “Need a lift?” Wanda’s eyes widen as she recognizes the woman. “Y/N?” She hurries over, wraps her arms around the other woman. Although Y/N has had years of training on managing her emotions, she still freezes slightly, surprised at the sudden contact.

Then a smile appears on her face. “You remember me?” Wanda nods. “I remember everything. Agatha’s spell fell apart once I took care of her.” Y/N nods, a warm happiness glowing in her eyes. “I knew you would.” Wanda looks over at her, face falling. “Y/N, about everything, I-” Y/N holds up a hand, cutting her off. “You don’t have to explain. I know. I’m just glad that you came back.” Wanda reaches out, takes Y/N’s hand. She stares at it for a second before finding the strength to continue speaking. “I knew I would, eventually. I don’t think I could ever really leave you.” Her voice falters for a second. “I love you, Y/N. I wish I told you that before.”

Y/N’s face lights up at that, even as she struggles to keep her emotions under control. “I love you too. Always have and always will.” Wanda runs her finger over Y/N’s knuckles absentmindedly, fingers trailing over the faded scars that line her palm. “Thank you for waiting.” Y/N inclines her head at that, then gestures towards the car. “Are you ready to leave?” Wanda takes one last look at the town of Westview, then opens the door and slides into the passenger seat. Y/N crosses around the front of the car, and Wanda watches as she swings her legs over into the driver’s side chair. They lock eyes for a second, both closer than they ever have been, and then Y/N speaks at last. “So, where to?” Wanda looks back over the road before them, eyes trained not on the town behind them but the journey ahead. “Home.”

Wanda is sitting on the porch of a cabin in the woods, dressed in a simple gray. The piercing whistle of a kettle echoes through the open door, and she stands to pour herself a cup. Wanda glances at a dusty clock resting on the mantle, then gestures lazily with a free hand. A portal appears in the space next to her, scarlet sparks flying off into nothingness. A woman in a black suit walks through the portal, trading the tall buildings behind her for the quiet of the cabin. A label is stitched in white over her coat pocket: S.W.O.R.D. Director L/N. A promotion after the success of a recent job.

Wanda smiles at Y/N, handing her a cup of tea. “How was work?” Y/N takes a sip of the beverage, savoring the warmth. “Pretty good. Only a couple of new crises, but it’s nothing we can’t handle.” She gestures with her chin towards the corner of the room, where a strange energy seems to hover in the air despite nothing being there to conduct it. “Have you learned anything new?” Wanda grins, a faint aura of power tugging at her lips. “You have no idea.”

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mybillyhardgrove · 3 years

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He loves you, he loves you lots b.h.

A/n: if you haven’t read Mango Kisses, check it out :) this piece may be my favorite thing ive written so far and im excited for you to read it!

Disclaimer: i don’t own any Stranger Things material

Word count: 2467

Warnings: some cheeky remarks from billy and a couple curses

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader (female)

Summary: after being with Billy for a few months, it has become clear how he shows his love for you

Physical Touch

The touches had been deliberate at the start, meant to convey the interest you two had in each other. Flirty touches of his shoulder or arm as he talked to you in the school hallways or at random parties on the weekends. Gentle touches of your lower back as he walked past you, his chest rubbing a bit on your shoulder blades, though there was room enough for him not to need to be so close.

As your relationship developed, the touches became more frequent and less subtle. His arm draped around your shoulder or his hand in your back pocket, your legs crossed on his lap or your fingers intertwined with his. No matter what, it seemed that you were connected in some way almost all the time.

Finally, when you accepted Billy’s invitation to a date and you were officially his girl, the touching didn’t stop. Not that you minded. You found it so endearing that Billy seemed to reach for you, sitting with his knee touching yours, his hand on your back, his shoulder rubbing against yours, his hand on your thigh while he drove. It also seemed he didn’t realize he was doing it most of the time. It was an unconscious pull he had to you whenever you were near. One of your favorites was when you and Billy laid together and he played with the ends of your hair, rubbing his fingers together and smoothing the bumps away. It tended to relax you so much that you had to fight to keep your eyes open, lulled by his steady heartbeat and the warmth of his body wrapped up in yours. “That feels nice, Billy.” You felt his chest vibrate as he laughed, pulling you closer and lightly scratching your scalp as you let sleep fall over you.

It meant even more to you that Billy was so comfortable being physically affectionate with you after you learned about his childhood and the physical and verbal abuse of his father. This point was driven home when you were sitting at a diner one evening, Billy’s sneakered feet rubbing yours as you sipped your milkshake. You grabbed his hand resting on the table, softly rubbing your thumb over his knuckles and giving him a soft smile. He squeezed your hand in response, wiping his mouth and making sure he had your attention.

“I’m glad you’re my girl.” Your smile immediately widened, teeth popping out.

“I am, too, Billy.” After a beat, “What made you say that?” He grabbed your other hand across the table.

“I’m just happy to have you. It feels nice that I can reach out and I know you’ll be there. Your hugs, the way you touch me, I’ve never felt that before. Usually it’s rough and my dad or a girl wants something from me. I like that you touch me and let me touch you so much because you’re happy.” You could see he was losing his nerve, pulling his hands away and preparing to put on the devil-may-care attitude that was common when with friends.

“I love you, Billy. And I love that you feel comfortable enough to share that with me. I hope I can always make you feel that way.” He looked up, smiling a little, the tension leaving his shoulders. You didn’t want to make him feel awkward by focusing on the confession too long, so you continued. “Now eat those fries before I steal some.” He chuckled and grabbed your hand again, reaching across with a fry for you.

Once he had dropped it in your mouth, he cleared his throat. “I love you, too.” You smiled widely again, squeezing his hand a little tighter.

Words of Affirmation

You were rushing to get ready, imagining the look on Billy’s face as he sat on the couch all ready to head to the party. Your hands were shaking a bit as you dusted the rose blush on your cheekbones and nose. As Billy’s girl, you could expect as always to be the center of attention for most of the night as girls looked at you in jealousy and boys looked at you while they talked with Billy. It wasn’t that you wished you weren’t with Billy, it just got tiring to have all eyes on you both.

“Are you almost ready to head ou-” as you turned towards the sound of Billy’s voice, you watched him lower the sunglasses from his eyes, dragging his baby blues down your body and back up. You could feel your cheeks get hot as he let out a low whistle. “God damn, baby, you look like that and we may never make it to that party.” He came closer and wrapped his arm around your side, his hand fanning across your lower back and with a small pull, your body was flush to his. He leaned down to press his lips to your jaw, murmuring compliments as he spread the kisses down your neck and behind your ear. “You’re so beautiful.” Kiss. “I can’t believe you’re mine.” Kiss. “So smart and kind.” Kiss. “I am the luckiest man in Hawkins.” Kiss. “I love you so much.” After this last profession, Billy pressed a soft and meaningful kiss to your lips, lingering there as his hands came to rest on your hips, giving them a squeeze.

You tilted your head to the side into the kiss, slipping your fingers in his hair and scratching a bit at his scalp before pulling away and grabbing your purse. “I’m ready to go. Let’s get this over with.” You grabbed his hand and led him out of your room.

He followed with a lovesick look on his face. “Yes, ma’am.”

Gifts

“Bill, shift your legs a little, mine are falling asleep.” You and your boyfriend were currently watching Red Dawn, your head resting on one side of the couch as Billy’s was resting on the other, legs intertwined and a thin blanket over the both of you. Sadly for you, it wasn’t quite enough to keep goosebumps from rising on your skin. Although the day had been fairly warm and you felt good in a sundress as Billy showered you in compliments all day, you were now verging on cold. Alone in the Hargrove’s house for the evening, the cool air coming in the open window was making you shiver.

Finally too distracted by the chill, you rose from the couch and shut the window, returning to curl up against Billy. You lifted the blanket, wiggled between his legs, and rested your back against his chest with the blanket up to your chin. He shifted a little and wrapped his arms around you, putting your hands in his. “Jeez, babe, your hands are freezing.” He pulled them up to his mouth, blowing warm air into your curled fingers, rubbing his palms together in an effort to bring them back to normal. You moved your feet a bit and accidentally pressed your cold toes to his bare leg. “Your feet are like ice cubes! Why didn’t you tell me you were so cold? Scoot forward, I’ll be right back.” You did as you were told and he swung his leg over your head, retreating to his room for a minute before coming back, a mess of fabric in his hands. “Here, put these on.”

You took the lump to the bathroom and laid it out, finally determining what he had given you. A cozy pair of his sweatpants, a long-sleeved henley shirt, and a pair of thick socks. Humming, you slipped your clothes off and changed into his, surrounded by the smell of cologne and a hint of smoke. You grabbed your things, dumped them next to your purse in the living room, and crawled back under the blanket with Billy.

“Feeling better?” He rubbed his hands down your arms.

“Much. Thank you.” You turned your head, pressing a kiss to his lips before settling to watch the rest of the movie.

A while later when the movie was finished and it was time for Billy to drive you home, you explained you would return his clothes the following day. “Keep them. They look better on you anyway. My gift to you, so you don’t freeze your ass off anymore.” You giggled and grabbed your things, admiring how loving Billy was to you.

Acts of Service

It was a bit of a tradition that had developed where Billy would climb up the trellis to the roof outside your bedroom window, tapping lightly so you would let him in. You loved when he did this and never asked why. He loved that about you - you didn’t need a reason or an explanation, you were there with a smile and a kiss, ready to snuggle and whisper until the morning.

This particular night was a bit different than usual. When he began the climb to your room, he could see the window was already open, likely because it was a cool night and the breeze felt nice on your skin. Smiling as he thought about seeing you, he peeked in the window and saw something that warmed his heart. The light next to your bed was on and illuminated the pile of books and clothes around your room as you slept in the middle of your bed, a notebook still open on your lap.

Billy let out a breathy chuckle as he quietly climbed in, careful not to wake you. He shrugged off his jacket and slipped off his shoes, placing them by the window. Who knew a girl who so lovingly helped Billy clean his room when Neil rode his ass about it would be able to make such a mess herself. He knew from your recent conversations that school was kicking your ass at the moment and it seemed cleaning was taking a backseat for the time being. He looked at the soft rise and fall of your chest, your tangled hair, and the pout of your mouth for a minute before getting to work. He gathered empty water bottles and crumpled up pieces of paper, throwing them in the small garbage can under your nightstand. He collected the school books that lay in a halo around you, gently lifting your hand to grab the notebook and pen you had been writing with before nodding off. Placing those on the top of your dresser in a neat pile, he went into the hall to grab a laundry basket.

After Billy had picked up the discarded clothes on your bed and floor, as well as those in your hamper, he tiptoed to the basement to throw the load in for you. Carefully avoiding the creaky spots on the staircase, he returned to your room, pleased with himself that it once again resembled the way you liked it. He pulled the socks from your feet, knowing you hated sleeping in them. As he did so, it dawned on him that they were his socks. In fact, you were also wearing the pair of sweatpants and the henley shirt he had given you the night you were cold while you watched a movie together. That memory brought a smile to his lips. Finally, he grabbed the rolled edges of your sheets and comforter from the foot of the bed, lifting them over your legs and up to your chest. This caused you to shift, taking a deep breath before rolling over, giving him enough room to slide in next to you. He did just that, humming a bit as he wrapped you in his arms, drifting quickly to sleep to the sound of your soft breaths and the warmth of your bed.

Quality Time

“Really, Billy, I don’t mind. I’ll just stay home and see you later.” You were currently on the phone with your boyfriend, trying to convince him to go to the party alone that you were going to go to together. It had been your plan all week to go to this party together and you even had an outfit laid out for the occasion. Unfortunately, you had woken up with a sore throat and a completely stuffed nose. After a few hours of blowing your nose, taking Vitamin C, and praying this would go away, you were resigned to call Billy and tell him he’d have to go without you.

“I am not going unless you’re there and I can tell from your voice that you’re really sick. Lay down and get cozy, I’ll be over in a little.” You sighed, disappointed that you were altering the plans for the evening.

“I’ll be fine. I feel bad that-” Before finishing that you felt bad for throwing a wrench in the evening, you were interrupted.

“I am not going to that stupid party, baby. I couldn’t care less. Trust me. Now get under the covers. I’m coming over. Is the door unlocked?” You answered in the affirmative and with one more order to get under covers, he hung up. You shuffled your feet across the carpet, burrowing under the large throw blanket, tissue box close by.

For a while, there was silence (apart from the sneezing and the pounding in your head from an annoying little headache that had formed since your call with Billy). You were somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, praying that this would end and missing the time you could breathe out of your nose. As you lay staring at the ceiling, you heard a familiar rumble in the distance get closer until it finally stopped in front of your house.

A few steps up to the front door and the creak as it opened and shut brought your boyfriend into view. “Shit, baby,” and with that, he kneeled next to the couch, running his fingers through your hair, wincing a bit as they ran over your forehead. He put his cheek there to confirm before saying, “I think you have a bit of a fever, too. You got it rough. But don’t worry, I brought all the things to make you feel better and I won’t leave your side until you’re good again.” He reached behind him, dragging a plastic bag full of medicine, chocolate, more tissues, and even a couple movies. You knew you were in for a troubling evening as you fought against the fever, headache, and sore throat. But with Billy by your side, it would all be okay.

By the next morning, after a night of movies, talking, snuggling, and even Billy spoon-feeding you soup, you felt almost your old self again. You were so grateful for your wonderful and caring boyfriend who showed his love all different ways. You made sure to tell him a million times, though he already knew.

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angeltiddies · 3 years

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Just Let Me Say This

——— a little ficlet based on 15x18

“Everybody's gonna die, Cas. Everybody. I can't stop it. She's gonna get through that door,”

“I know.”

“And she's gonna kill you, and then she's gonna kill me.”

“I'm sorry.”

Silence floods the room between the drum, drum of Death’s fist against the door.

Dean looks to Cas, his blue eyes are trained on the floor, hopeless, and quiet and beautiful.

“Cas,” those eyes find his own, “I need to tell you something. Before—“

Castiel nods, understanding. Before this all ends, before Death breaks in and takes them, before the little time they have is gone.

Dean takes a step closer. Castiel stands firm.

“I’ve always wondered if I could find happiness, or peace, or freedom, and I always wondered what it’d be that would give me all those in one. Always asked what my true happiness could even look like.”

Dean pauses, taking a deep breath and clenching his fist where it hangs at his side.

Dean averts his eyes and steels himself, Death’s fist pounds on the door and reminds him of the deep beat of his heart.

“I never found an answer because the one thing I want... It's something I know I can't have. But I think I know... I think I know now. Happiness isn't in the having, it's in just being. It's in just saying it.”

Dean can finally feel Castiel’s presence moving closer, taking cautious steps into his space. His proximity forces Dean to bring his eyes back up, and he almost grins. He takes inventory of the angel, the tilt of his head, the squint of his eyes, the mess of hair. Everything that makes him seem so human, so human but not quite. Everything that makes him Cas.

The low rumble of his voice wakes him from his reverie.

“Dean?”

The lilt of Castiel’s voice prompts him to continue.

“Cas, I know. I know how you see yourself. You see yourself the same way our enemies see you. You're destructive, and you're worthless, and you're alone. You're “the broken angel with a crack in his chassis.” And you think that you’re only useful when you’ve got your mojo, that.... that if you don’t have it, you’ll lose yourself. You’ll lose everyone around you. That’s not true. And everyone who knows you sees it.”

Castiel is staring, not saying anything. Dean presses onward.

“Everything you have ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love. You raised me from hell for love. You fought for this whole world for love. That is who you are. You're the most caring being on Earth. Hell, you outrank your whole family in heaven for the most caring Angel in the entirety of the universe. You are the most selfless, loving being I will ever know.”

Dean can’t stop himself from stepping even closer still. His eyes are burning, tears threatening to spill over. He hears his father’s voice trying to break into his mind but he pushes it away, lets himself melt into this rare moment alone with Cas.

“You know, ever since we met, ever since you pulled me out of Hell... Knowing you has changed me. And yeah, I told you not to change, but you have. In the best ways, Cas. I’ve seen you grow so much. I’ve seen you love this family more than I ever thought possible. You...You’re always here Cas, always at the ready. And even when I’d lose hope, I’d just have to look to you to find it. When you told me that this...this is real? We are real? I found the strength to fight on. Because you believed, I believed. I believed in you. I believed in Sammy, I believed in Jack... I believed this whole damn world was worth it, even when it seemed like the dumbest thing to do, because of you. You changed me, Cas.”

Cas is quiet. And then—

“Please don’t do this, Dean. Please don’t say it.”

Dean tries not to let that hurt bubble up inside of him. Tries not to think of the time Cas stopped him from confessing in purgatory.

“If this is goodbye, Castiel, then I want it to be worth it.”

Castiel inhales, ready to argue, but the words rush out of Dean before he can.

“I love you.”

The angel’s reaction is nothing that he expected. Cas has started sobbing, and Dean finally lets a few tears fall down his own cheeks as he watches Cas break down.

Dean moves to place his hand on Cas’ shoulder only to be met with a sharp pull away and an even sharper look in his eyes.

“I told you not to say it. I told you. I told you”

And then his gaze is softening and his tears are falling and he’s pulling Dean into his chest and hugging him furiously.

“God dammit, Dean Winchester. You idiot. I love you too.”

And Dean’s confused but he’s not gonna take it for granted, and he hugs back just as tight, his heart clenching when he hears Cas say those words. He feels stupid for saving this for the last possible moment but at least it’s out there, and who knows, maybe Billie won’t survive long enough, maybe they’ll be able to escape, maybe this isn’t the end—

Dean pulls back for a moment to smile at Cas as he hears the warding on the door reaching its last legs.

And then—

There's a wet noise coming from behind Dean. He keeps his arms around a tearfully, smiling Cas, not willing to let go yet. There’s a gap in the brick, black and gooey and empty. His eyes widen, what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck. He pushes himself out of Cas’ grip, frantic, and confused and scared out of his mind.

“What the fuck. Is that the god damn Empty?”He grips Cas’ arm and tries to pull him to behind one of the shelves. Who knows, it may help shield them for at the least a moment, but Castiel is steadfast, unmoving. He tugs a little harder, meeting Cas’ eyes, feeling the fear course through his body, “Cas, come on! We gotta move!”

And then, it’s calm. Dean feels like he’s in the ocean, head under water, everything drifting away around him. Cas is placing his hand on top of Dean’s where it’s grasping, and he’s smiling.

“I made a deal, Dean.”

“No...no... what?”

The goo is seeping from the brick, spilling out onto the floor, making its way over to them, black and viscous and slow.

“To save Jack...I made a deal, and when I experienced a moment of true happiness, The Empty would be summoned, and it would take me. Forever.”

Dean can’t speak, can’t move except to press his fingers stronger into the muscle of Cas’ arm.

The door behind them bursts open, and the Empty is suddenly quickening its pace.

“Cas...”

He can’t breathe as Castiel squeezes his and hand then pushes him to the side, onto the floor with barely restrained angelic force.

“Goodbye, Dean.”

Dean is scrambling to stand but he’s being held there by flickering grace and The Empty is flowing like the Colorado, rushing past him. The rapids engulf Cas, and then Billie and, as if they’ve become part of it, it’s pulling back, just as liquid as before, retreating into the brick, returning to the void.

Dean sits, alone. Dean sits, empty.

#OR THE ONE WHERE DEAN CONFESSES #if you notice major typos lmk before you reblog #destiel #deancas #destiel ficlet #kinda #angst #mcd #spn 15x18 #king !!#angel !!#the empty #my fics

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sarcastically-defensive17 · 3 years

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Hello lovelyyy! Could i request a Billy imagine? He makes fun of the reader after hooking up with her at a party and she just playa along for the sake of his reputation but it hurts her a lot. He finds her and apologizes and its all really angsty with a happy ending??✨

Facades - B. Hargrove

I love this req so so so so so so much and I am so sorry I took so long to complete it! If you hate it then I am so so sorry and I hope you let me know so i can send you pictures of baby otters to apologise!

I really hope you like it!!

TW: THIS STORY CONTAINS MENTIONS OF BULLYING, SEXUAL REFERENCES, SWEARING, BRIEF ALLUSIONS TO DOMESTIC VIOLENCE / PARENTAL ABUSE, BILLY BEING A BIT OF A MYSOGINISTIC PRAT, Y/N STANDING UP FOR THE LITTLE PEEPS AND BEING A QUEEN AND MENTIONS OF NON-CONSENSUAL STARING AT INTIMATE BODY PARTS.

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Original Story by defensive_sarcasm17.

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Billy Hargrove was an asshole.

Not just your regular asshole, but the kind that knew he was an asshole and allowed his severe longing for attention to control his every action. Whether positive or negative attention, he craved it; he reveled in it.

He knew it was wrong, but simply knowing he was on somebody’s mind in any way filled him with a sense of pride. It disgusted him but the thrill was far too addictive.

And there was sweet Y/N. Anybody could tell that she didn’t fit in. She walked - no, she strut - to the beat of her own drum. The minute he arrived she caught his attention. He had never before witnessed how somebody could be so unique and beautiful, yet remain on the outside. She was a fascinating creature and he hadn’t before felt such an intense desire to get to know somebody.

She was so different to so many people, both in personality and appearance, yet she took care to avoid bringing others down. Her first interaction with him was her reprimanding him for speaking ill of another girl in their grade with his friends. She had overheard the conversation that occurred near to her locker and made sure to discuss it with him away from his friends.

The last thing she wanted to do was embarrass him and herself, but she also needed to tell him that his behaviour was unacceptable. He made more of an effort to watch his tongue after that, but old habits die hard and he quickly resorted back to being an ill-mannered asshole.

Just... never to her.

Nevertheless, he was still drawn to her. Their relationship evolved, a few sneaky kisses, hanging out outside of the arcade, or the cinema, or even the one time that Billy was eating at the diner and Y/N took a seat across from him just to babble about some new thing she was doing. If she was anybody else, Billy would have told her to take a hike, but instead, he clung to every word she told.

What Y/N didn’t know, though, was that she had become a butt of some jokes amongst Billy’s friends. Her kind, bubbly personality, her eyes that were often wide in energetic glee, the way she held a cheesy smile on her lips whenever she passed Billy in the hall.

To her it was normal. Never in her the lengths of her imagination would she conclude that the way she behaved would spur other people - people that she has grown alongside - to ridicule and tease her behind her back.

So she continued on in blissful nativity, even going as far as spending a night with the brutish boy - cuddled together, fumbling blindly amongst the rumpled sheets of her double bed. What started as a meaningless conversation at one of the many parties ended in one of the best nights that either had experienced.

She was entirely enamored by him, forming an intense and strong connection with the way he would present himself to her. She quite enjoyed the Jekyll within him.

The euphoria that he felt in her presence wouldn’t fade away like it normally did, even as he took his leave from her.

But when Billy was seen by Y/N’s neighbour, Angela, leaving her house early in the morn, the news circulated with the intensity of a swarm of angry locusts amongst the school.

And when Billy turned up to school late the next day, after a long and enjoyable farewell with Y/N and a quick stop at his own abode to change and freshen up, he was hounded the minute he approached his friends in the cafeteria.

“Please for the love of all that is cool in this world, tell me you didn’t hook up with freaky Y/N,” Tommy blurted in front of almost the entire cafeteria. The frown on Billy’s face did nothing to deter the boy, and from the corner of his eye he could see Y/N still as a statue as she felt most eyes turn towards her. Her tray was clasped between her fingers and she struggled to shift her features away from shock. “I mean, look at her,” he raised a hand as if he intended to whisper, yet the silence of the room ensured everybody heard, “You’d get more satisfaction out of a bean bag chair. She’s a dork.”

In that moment, he had two options: stick up for Y/N and confess to the growing admiration he harbored for her in front of everybody, and remove the cloud of admiration he received from many women and men alike; or do what billy does best-

“Please, I won’t put my dick just anywhere, willingly,” he scoffed, avoiding the burning gaze from the girl. His stormy blue eyes hid the flurry of his neurons, all of them working overtime to one up with an excuse, an answer, anything to avoid judgement from his peers. “She ended up with my jacket at the end of the night and there was no way I was letting her keep it.”

Tommy had an evil smirk on his face, turning his gaze towards Y/N and eyeing her in a grotesque way. His eyes linger on her chest for longer than she deemed comfortable before he snapped back to Billy. “Figured as much, but, we’ve all seen the way the freak looks at you. Even now, she can’t keep her eyes off of you.”

More sniggers erupted throughout the room. Y/N placed her tray down carefully, planning to leave the room as fast as she could, but she stopped when she saw Tommy crook a finger at her. He beckoned her closer, and she wanted nothing more than to shrink down to the size of a mouse.

“Is she dumb?” Tommy grunted as he nudged Billy’s shoulder with his own. “Come here, freaky!” Some chatter resumed in the room, but all eyes were still on her. She slowly stepped towards their table, crossing the few meters difference as slow as she could.

A chuckle left Billy, but he had forced it from his chest. His mind was going through many scenarios in which he could hurt Tommy, his favourite settling on stabbing him in the hand with one of the cafeteria forks followed by a severe pummeling to the face, but the eyes on him sent his adrenaline spiking. He felt horrible about speaking so badly of Y/N, but everybody had their attention focused on him. He was making people laugh, gasp, grumble even. He saw the girls at the table next to them get closer, winking at him and whispering along themselves about Y/N.

It was intoxicating.

“Tell us, freaky,” Tommy drawled, a sinister smirk forming in his thin and cracked lips. “You’re just obsessed with my man, Billy, here. Aren’t you?” Billy didn’t meet her eyes, and she knew - she just knew - that he didn’t enjoy what was happening, but she figured he would have the decency to stop it from continuing.

She had seen many sides of Billy, including the menacing, careless, boarding-on-sociopathic side, but she had managed to convince herself that she was immune to the abuse that tumbled from his lips. Y/N was already scolding herself inside her mind for thinking such discrepancies.

“Look at her, Billy. She can’t even speak!” Billy felt Tommy shove his shoulder with the palm of his hand, dropping the appendage quickly when he noticed the glare Billy shot him. His face paled slightly before the arrogance returned and the smirk resurfaced when his gaze shifted back to Y/N.

She hadn’t moved, her eyes locked on Billy. In those situations, Y/N knew her tear ducts were far to close to her eyelids, often spilling over at the any confrontation. She shied away from it, knowing that it often resulted in heartache and misfortune - but this time she felt anger. She just wasn’t quite sure if the anger was directed at herself or Billy.

Maybe both.

To add fuel to the flame, Billy turned his steely cerulean eyes towards her, raking them along the length of her body before he decided to open his mouth once again.

“Do i make you speechless?” his voice was sultry, warm, juxtaposing with the chill that ran down her spine at the audition.

It took her back to the previous night when he whispered sweet nothings against her skin. But she knew this was not the same Billy. This was the Billy that he would show to everyone. Everyone but her.

This was his Hyde, and she despised it. This was far from her Billy, but she knew how much his reputation meant to him.

He held her gaze strongly, but she could see something else in his expression. He was hoping that she would stay quiet, retreat from any chance of spilling his secret to the entire cafeteria, but part of his mind was telling him that he deserved her to speak the truth.

“I can’t help it, Billy,” she mumbled, hoping that a confession would make everything end. Her face was stoic, jaw set in a tight clench, only relenting to let the words slip out. To the rest of the cafeteria, it would portray as nerves and embarrassment, but to Billy - he knew that something had definitely changed in the usual mild-mannered, kind-hearted woman. Shame was running through her head at an alarming rate, mixed with embarrassment and cut with a growing anger. “I’ve had a crush on you for so long. It’s hard to deny how i feel about you.”

The words hit him like a speeding truck. Despite their activities, she had never once given him an indication for the depth of her feelings, nor had he for her. He had came to the conclusion that she simply knew of his emotions without the audition of them - he treated her so differently, he thought.

Nevertheless, he wanted to believe that her words were the truth, but the fire blazing in her beautiful eyes set his skin alight and had his heart pounding against his ribcage with guilt. She was Y/N. She was kind, she knew him. She knew how much he craved the satisfaction of being on somebody’s mind as if he could sense that he held somebody’s attention.

He knew she did it to help him, and he was somewhat grateful underneath the growing guilt.

“Wow,” Tommy breathed. His face held a look of astonishment, but once again he returned to his stock standard expression. “What an absolute spaz!”

Billy found himself nodding along to avoid the heat-filled stare, swallowing the lump of bile rising in his throat, “Why is it that all the dorks think they have a chance with me? I must have a wannabe-magnet that makes them all hot for me,” his cackle was filled with faux-malice, but the students were none the wiser. His thoughts were roaming around his head, moving faster than he was sure his brainwaves could manage.

He barely noticed when a feminine voice hit his ears and said something about Y/N needing to cool off before pouring a drink over her head. The red liquid was already beginning to stain her shirt and her hair was pushed to the front of her face.

“There you go,” Carol - the girl that had Tommy wrapped so tightly around her little finger that she has a circulation issue - had been the one to spill the liquid over her head. The smile on Carol’s face was dripping with sugar, but Billy knew that it was actually salt.“The red makes you look less like an ugly cow.”

A gasp left her lips, her eyes closing quickly. Y/N knew that the tip of the iceberg was approaching. Everybody has the point in their anger when they hit a point of hypersensitivity. Their body struggling to find a way to release the pent up friction in anyway, and it chooses to take the route of tears.

When she opened her eyes they had already began to blur with tears, yet she could still make out Billy’s figure, but she didn’t stay long enough to hear their taunts any longer. Her feet carried her to her car at a steady pace, where she finally allowed the emotion to escape in any way it pleased.

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He had expected to see her in their next class. Her presence was the only think that kept him from flipping out during their history class. Mr Daniels, the balding, narcissistic, middle-aged douche bag, had it out for him. Billy had often joked that it was because of the hair - pure jealousy, he said. The mere sight of Y/N’s profile managed to keep him occupied, his mind running wild with thoughts of the woman.

But when he had noticed she wasn’t there, all resolve had fled his body as his body fled the school. He had been trying to reach her since he had left, the pay phone on the corner of the block had his attention for nearly an hour, all of his change spent dialing her number over and over again with the same result.

The guilt was eating away at him, shame creeping up his spine.

He was an asshole. Plain and simple.

He had spent nearly his entire wallet on the pay phone, growing more frustrated by the minute. If she were home, she would answer. She always did. She was too kind to ignore a call. Hell, she even stayed on the line with telemarketers until they stopped talking for long enough for her to apologise and bid them goodbye.

The mere thought had him slumping his forehead against the receiver of the phone. His patience had worn thin and he cursed under his breath as he reefed his keys from his pocket and set off towards his blue camaro.

He needed to see her. The image of tears running down her cheek was burned into his mind, occupying all of his thoughts as his subconscious mapped out the route to her house. He had only been there once, maybe twice after dropping her home one afternoon, but he had the way etched into his hippocampus alongside many things about Y/N.

He had barely pulled in to the curb before he shut down the engine and stomped to her door.

His knuckles were rapping on the door before he knew it.

He knocked again, and once more. But no answer. Her car was parked in the drive way, he knew she was home. He picked up on the faint sound of music playing, some indie band that she was fond of. Not Billy’s taste.

“Y/N?” He called, fighting the lump that had swollen in his throat. “Y/N, please, I need to talk to you!”

The door opened slightly, just enough for Y/N to stare at him with innocent eyes full of shame before the chain stopped it from advancing further.

“I think you’ve said enough, Billy,” her voice sounded broken. Shattered even.

Her hair was still saturated, the T-Shirt she wore was stained, and he faintly recognized it as one of her favourite articles. A from was deeply carved into her features and he had to restrain his mind from thinking about how she adorable she looks with a crease between her brows and a dimple forming on her chin with growing anger.

“Darling, please let me in. I need to talk to you about something,” he flashed a charming smile. His pink lips contrasted perfectly against his sun-kissed skin. He was a delectable sight and he knew so; he made sure to dress to impress on the daily. He craved the looks of lust and jealousy. Like neon straight into his awaiting veins, it was his drug. Even the way Y/N glared up at him made his ego hum, but his heart ached with the disappointment she showed. “What happened in the cafeteria... it’ll never happen again. I just, I couldn’t-“

The door abruptly slammed in his face silencing his words in an instant. He froze, the sound shaking his spine and clearing his train of thought, only for the sound of a chain clicking and the door reopening capture his attention back.

There she stood. Hair drenched beyond all hope, clothes stained a bright red, throwing off the aesthetic of her outfit for the day. Her makeup was smudged more than he originally thought, as if she had been furiously scrubbing at her eyes with her hands. His heart ached, but he couldn’t deny the excitement in his nerves when she gave him her full attention.

Her hand reached out to grab his shirt, pulling him inside faster than he thought possible.

“Couldn’t what?” She snapped at him, venom coating her words in a way that made him recoil. “Couldn’t resist making fun of me? Couldn’t resist having every single pair of eyes on you? Couldn’t resist taking the piss out of me, just like you have done for months?”

She wasn’t meant to know about that, he thought. She was meant to be none the wiser. His face paled, eliciting a dry laugh from her chest. She felt the pressure of the forced omission in her stomach, the muscles aching from the furious sobs that racked her frame moments before.

“All of this time, I was trying to be your friend, Billy! And you!” She waved her hand at him, pointing at him in a manner dripping with unbridled anger. “You were playing me for the fool! I’ve been the butt of all jokes between you and your asshole friends since the minute I opened my big mouth to talk to you, haven’t I?”

He knew he was in the wrong. He knew that he should have punched Tommy in the face for even bringing anything up in front of her. His friend had noticed that he had abruptly halted the jokes surrounding the girl in question, but he couldn’t bring himself to admit the real reason why. He was falling head over heels, but he just didn’t know it yet.

Now he felt like his heart was ripping in two at the sight of her blotchy cheeks and red rimmed eyes, and he was the reason.

“It started as a joke, Y/N. I never meant to hurt you,” His voice was full of pain. Self-loathing. “Yeah, Tommy and I used to make fun of you for a while, but...” his words faded away.

The chuckle that left her lips this time was a hearty one, more like she was laughing at an actual joke than their humourless situation.

He didn’t realise how intently he was staring at her sock covered feet until he brought his eyes up to her face. She was genuinely laughing, but the tears that he didn’t realise were falling down her cheeks made his arms twitch from the need to hug her.

“My god,” she huffed, bringing her palms to her eyes and pressing hard, almost as if trying to hold her tears back. Her voice deceived her, and she sobbed for - what felt like - the millionth time that day. “I’m such an idiot.”

His hands connected with her shoulders and he brought her in against his chest. The hug was all he could do to comfort her, for he knew so little about his own emotions to even begin to understand another’s pain.

“Every time we spoke, every time we hung out together...” she pulled herself back from his chest. She couldn’t stand the contact that she craved so much, for she knew that it was unrequited. “Every time I kissed you.. last night. It was all bullshit!”

“Princess,” his own voice began to shake, feeling overwhelmed and anxious, “Every moment I have ever spent with you has been because I want to.”

She worked her hands into her now half-damp hair, pulling it back from her face in a tight grip, “Why? You and your friends needed some new material?” She released a heavy breath, her lips trembling. “Nancy told me about all of the jokes last week, yet I still went home with you last night. I still played along while the entire cafeteria stared me down because I know how much your reputation means to you. I know that I am at the very bottom of your priority list, Billy. Everything you do is for a purpose, and your purpose with me was just to make me feel worse than literally everybody in that school already does.”

He reached for her hand slowly, as if he were afraid she would pull away from him forever. He was never sure of his emotions, but this time, he knew that he would watch the world burn just to make her happy. He hated himself. He hated Tommy, and the girls that embarrassed her further. He hated Neil, and he hated his own narcissism. He hated the world for making such a beautiful soul so miserable, but he especially hated how he knew right from wrong and still chose the latter.

His fingers laced with hers, but her hand remained slack in his grip. It was better than nothing, he thought.

He cleared his throat, the organ feeling as stiff as a piece of cardboard, his mouth dry. The next words would be difficult, but they were honest. She deserved honesty.

“When I first met you, I didn’t know who you were, and I didn’t really want to. You were kind and thoughtful and you pulled me aside to chew me out for talking shit about some girl, but you did it where you knew my friends wouldn’t hear, just so you could spare my reputation. For the first little while, yeah, we made jokes. I made fun of the weird way you dress and the horrible music you listen to, and how you are the nicest person I have ever met, but the it stopped. The things you did stopped being funny to me, and the way I felt when I was around you changed completely.”

“Billy, what are you talking about?” Her tear-filled eyes wrinkles, her brows furrowing deeply.

“Tommy and the rest of the assholes, they noticed that I didn’t want to talk shit about you, or that I didn’t like when they would talk about you in the way - in the way we talk about other girls. Its hypocritical, but they dropped it. Until today. All because Angela couldn’t keep her big mouth shut.” He caught the look that she sent him, frowning slightly. “Sorry. Because Angela told them that I left here this morning, and they wouldn’t shut their stupid mouths the minute they saw me. I told them that I had nothing to say about you, but they wanted answers and I said shit that I never wanted to say.”

She watched him intently. Tommy had made a lot of comments about her over the years she had known him. The other guys had too, but she did notice that they started backing off lately. She hadn’t paid much attention to the fact, secretly hoping that they had begun to mature, but to think that Billy made them stop - well she didn’t know what to think.

“Why did you make them stop?” her mind was running faster than her mouth, but she still couldn’t put it together. If Billy was anybody else, she would maybe think that he reciprocated the feelings she expressed for him in the cafeteria but he isn’t - he is Billy Hargrove, and he doesn’t have feelings for anybody.

He laughed for a second. A soft, disbelief fueled cough. His eyes seemed to shine bright in the dull lighting of her house. Neither of them had realised the time that has passed, it was now nearing the afternoon. He looked down at her, his stomach full to the brim with an odd sensation.

“You really don’t know?” he seemed to have stepped closer to her, only slightly. His shoulders were slightly shrunken in. She shook her head softly, the crease returning to between her eyebrows as she thought. “I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

Never in his teenage life, had Billy feared rejection from a woman. His mother had given him all of the rejection he needed for a lifetime, but now, as he stared into Y/N’s eyes, his lungs seemed to constrict.

It was as if her world froze for a moment. Not only did Billy Hargrove, possibly her best and only friend, confess that he has feelings for her, but he said that he loved her. To say she was at a loss for words would be an understatement, but she stood in front of him gaping like a fish, mouth opening and closing every time she wanted to say something.

“I don’t mind if you don’t feel the same,” He spoke, slightly lower than when he confessed to her. He turned away from her slightly, releasing her hand and using it to rub the back of his neck. His skin felt like it was aflame and he started to sweat. “I just wanted to let you know, especially after what happened today. I-I’m sorry for the shit I said, and I am gonna kick Tommy’s ass for this. And I’m sorry that you had to say that stuff today. I know that you just said it to help me, and I appreciate it but you didn’t have to -”

His words fell short when he felt arms wrap around his waist. It was a soft, slow gesture, new, but not entirely uncomfortable. If he had to put money on it, he would say that she could feel exactly how fast his heart is beating.

“Those things I said today, about my feelings for you...” she began, head pressed against his chest.

“Yeah, princess?”

“They were all true.” He pulled her back slightly to look at her. It was his turn to look confused. “Last night was one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time, Billy. Being around you just makes my heart swell and everything better.”

His heart started to beat impossibly faster, but there was still hesitance in her voice. “I feel like there is a ‘but’ coming.”

“But I can’t deal with this split-personality bullshit, Billy.” He had never heard her curse before. It was music to his ears, exciting, entrancing, but he also knew that she meant business. She was incredibly serious. “The person you are when you are around me, that is the guy I am obsessed with. Who you are when everybody else is around... I know how it feels to be on the receiving end of that now, and I hated it.”

“I know, darling. I’m so sorry for that, I promise, I will be better. Even if you won’t have me, I will be better. For you.” His eyes held an honest strength. It was as if he were selling his soul to her, right there in her entry way, where they had stood since she wrenched the door open in a fury. “But, if you will have me, how about I take you out tomorrow night? If you don’t want to, then I understand.”

“I would love that,” she smiled up at him, the expression growing wider as a matching one took over his face.

He couldn’t help but lean forward slowly, giving her an opportunity to pull away. When their lips connected, he melted into the touch, moving with such intensity it was as if he were repeating his apology and his promise into the kiss.

She had never felt more wanted before, and he had never felt more safe.

When their lips parted she rested her forehead on his for a moment, basking in the silence and the ambiance that surrounded them.

But of course, Billy had to ruin it.

“So, you are obsessed with me, huh?” She could feel the smirk against her cheek as he nuzzled his nose into her temple.

She turned away from him so fast that the wet ends of her hair slapped his face.

“Where are you going, princess?” He followed after her, long strides catching up with her faster than she wanted.

“I’m going to have a shower. If you want to join me, you can leave that bad attitude at the door along with your shoes,” She sent him a sly wink, a smirk on the lips that Billy wanted to taste once again.

“Yes ma’am,” he said, and his shoes went flying into the hallway.

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