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Monster

Summary: You and Eleven were both experimented on and escaped together to Hawkins. You were in hiding and the last thing you expected was to meet a particularly confident bad boy with a secret heart of gold. (Billy Hargrove x reader)

Warnings: some violence

Word Count: 4.8k

You couldn’t quite tell if you hated being kept away from practically everyone in Hawkins or if it was just being kept away from Billy. It wasn’t like you didn’t understand why you couldn’t talk to him, or be friends with him, but you hated isolation.

It’s taken you years to break out with El. She was the last straw for you. You could handle the experiments. You could handle being locked in a dark cell for weeks at a time, but seeing her go through the same thing broke your heart. Eventually you’d convinced her to break out and the two of you went on the run. Truthfully, you’d have taken anything over being in that place, getting experimented on practically every damn day.

You’re abilities weren’t exactly stress free, and to you they felt generally unhelpful.

You were able to heal anyone and bring things back from the dead (well, only small animals like mice seemed to be able to come back to the real world).

To the untrained eye this might seem like an incredible ability, to be able to stop peoples suffering and take care of the people you love. But everything comes with a price.

For you, the bigger the injury the more pain it caused. Whenever you would heal another person, it was as if you were transferring their pain to yourself. You could feel exactly what they felt until whatever wounds they had were gone.

This still didn’t come close to the time you were forced to bring a mouse back to life. A mouse which they forced you to kill in the first place. The pain you felt was indescribable and dark. You eyes became black as you felt a burning sensation beneath your skin, flowing through your veins.

You’d vowed to never do it again. You’d pretend that you weren’t able to do it anymore. That you’re ability had faded. The scientists didn’t exactly believe you, but you were stubborn enough to stick to it.

When Hopper took you in with El, you told him about it. He promised you that you’d never have to do anything like that again, that he’d take care of you and the people around you.

He was the one who allowed you to go to school, though only under the condition that you spent your time with Steve, Nancy, or Jonathan.

You figured this would be easy. You liked all of them and they knew about your abilities. You also weren’t the most sociable person. Being locked away for most of your life can do that to you.

You remember when Billy arrived. As you were a very quiet person, you were able to listen in on peoples conversations about it.

Only minutes after his arrival and everyone had an opinion on him. All the ladies were swooning and all the men were jealous.

When he strolled into the school with a denim jacket and a cigarette hanging from his lips, you found yourself agreeing with the ladies. The way he walked like he owned the place and the surge of confidence flowing through him had you wishing you could speak to him. You knew you weren’t allowed and due to your gratitude to Hopper, you decided you’d let it go.

Months went by without anything different. You’d continued to spend your time with Steve and Nancy. Two people who definitely did not like Billy. You’d sit with Steve, listening to him complain about the new guy and how annoying he was. You realised pretty quickly that Steve felt threatened in his presence. This was something you’d never understand. You couldn’t really imagine feeling threatened by just another teenager, especially since you’d been faced with much worse in your time.

Your days soon began to change when you were in your English class and your teacher lost it. She’s snapped at this disruptive class and decided on a seating plan. The truth was you didn’t give a shit. It was like you talked to anyone anyway.

You were placed directly at the back of the class and right next to Billy Hargrove. What a surprise, you thought to yourself. Out of all the people, it had to be this boy.

It took only a few seconds before you noticed him open his mouth. He was not going to spend the class actually paying attention so he figured he’d annoy you instead.

“So what’s your story, huh?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and leaning towards you.

“Excuse me?” You replied, unsure of what he meant.

“Oh come on” he grinned. “No one can be as shy as you and not have a story”

“Uhh, I don’t have a story” you said quietly, glancing around the room.

“Why don’t you talk to anyone around here?” He asked, deliberately prying into your life.

“I’m talking to you, aren’t I” you replied quickly, giving him a shy smile as you twiddled your fingers. He gave you a smirk as he nodded in response.

“How’s it feel to be responsible for the seating plan? I mean, you’re definitely the one who caused it” he said with a smile, causing you to let out a chuckle.

“Shh, keep it down” he joked as he gave you a slight nudge with his elbow. You couldn’t even hide your smile if you wanted.

“Be quiet!” The teacher yelled, snapping her head towards Billy, feeling her blood begin to boil as she looked around at the class.

You let out a small giggle as you ducked your head down.

“That’s you she’s talking to” he whispered as he leant over.

“Definitely” you agreed with a smile.

When the class finished, you felt yourself for the first time thinking that the class went well. Being the quiet one and not talking to anyone usually resulted in boredom and an overall feeling like you were going to fall asleep.

As soon as you walked out the door, Billy appeared by your side.

“So eager to get to the next class?” He questioned, letting out a laugh.

“Wouldn’t quite say that” you replied.

“Are you saying you’re not the complete nerd that everyone thinks you are?” He grinned as he looked down at you.

“Maybe the real nerd has been you all along” You retorted with a chuckle.

“Oh shit you got me. Don’t tell anyone or my reputation will be ruined.” He replied, trying to hold onto a serious expression.

The two of you soon parted to go to your set page classes. As you were sitting in your next class you felt yourself smiling, so much so that Steve kept giving you strange looks.

“What’s got you in such a good mood? Not that it’s a bad thing” he asked, giving you a smile.

“She was talking to Billy in her last class” Nancy replied before you had a chance, shaking her head in disapproval.

“Whoa, whoa. Billy? As in Billy Hargrove? King douchebag of the school?” Steve said, giving you a shocked expression.

“You should not be talking to him. Literally any other living thing would be a better idea than that asshole” he continued, pursing his lips as Nancy nodded in agreement.

“I don’t know... he didn’t seem so bad” You replied quietly, keeping your head down as though you were being interrogated.

The weeks began to go by and you deliberately didn’t tell anyone about Billy. You hated how much your friends did not approve of him.

Billy continued to talk to you, chatting you up at any moment with little jokes and flirtatious comments. It had become his new mission to get you to loosen up.

“You still haven’t told me your story” Billy said as he walked up behind you in the car park. “You know I thought we had something special, Y/N” he added, giving you a sad pout and a frown.

“Alright here it is” you said, watching him lean towards you in excitement. “I’m a secret agent sent from the future”.

“I knew it.” He replied. “Everything about you screams badass secret agent, capable of assassination at a moments notice” he laughed as he walked with you.

Steve came walking up behind you and tapped you on the shoulder, distracting you for a moment.

“You ready?” He asked, pointing towards his car. He’s being driving you and Nancy to school for the last few months now since you’d never been given the chance to learn how to drive.

Before you could answer, Billy stepped in to face Steve.

“Don’t worry Harrington, I’ll take her home” he said.

“I think she’d rather go with me Hargrove” Steve replied, pressing his eyebrows together as he looked at you.

“Why don’t you let her decide” Billy said, looking at you with a smirk.

You didn’t have time to answer before Steve grabbed your hand and began walking to the car.

“Enjoy your night” Steve said with a big smile as he waved off Billy, causing you to let out a sigh as you were pulled away.

You spent the drive ignoring Steve. You hated that you didn’t have a choice. You hated being forced to avoid Billy and anyone else.

-

The day Nancy and Steve broke up felt like a small relief for you. Steve has now become so caught up with the break up that he didn’t have time to focus his attention on you.

You’d told each of them that you were spending time with the other whilst you secretly spent a majority of your time with Billy.

Billy had approached you after school at your locker when the bell rang.

“You ready to go?” He asked with a smile.

He’d been driving you home in secret for the past few weeks. Though you didn’t let him take you to Hoppers house. You told him to drop you off earlier and he never pushed to ask why. Truthfully, he was happy that he could finally drive you at all now that Steve wasn’t in the way all the time.

You nodded with a smile as you began walking to his car. He knew you wanted to keep it a secret that you were spending time with him so he was quick and discrete. He was also glad that Max wanted to hang out with her friends after school so he had time to talk to you instead.

When he pulled over at the usual spot he’d drop you off at, he turned off the car and leaned towards you.

“We could just sit here for a while” he suggested, looking you up and down for a short moment.

“You know I can’t” You replied, letting out a breath and you looked down.

“I really like hanging out with you... I just want you to know that” he said quietly with a serious expression.

“I like hanging out with you too” you replied softly, a small smile creeping across your face.

You watched him lean towards you, only a few inches away from your face as he looked into your eyes.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you felt yourself move towards him. He took this as a sign of encouragement before he closed the gap, pressing his lips against yours as his hand rose to cup your cheek. You felt yourself reciprocating, pushing back against him as you reached out, your hand pressing against his chest.

When the two of you parted, you couldn’t stop the smile appearing on your face.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that” he laughed as his hand move to grip yours, allowing your fingers to intertwine with his.

“I couldn’t agree more” You replied with a grin as you squeezed his hand.

“I wish I could show you off to the world” he said, gently biting his lower lip.

“I guess I’ll have to be your little secret” you said with a small smile as you leant forward once again, softly pressing your lips against his.

-

The two of you went on like this for months. At school you’d act like you barely knew each other, trying so hard to make sure no one knew. It was a nightmare.

He’d always find ways to sneak touches or kisses. He’d find a way to catch you alone during the school day and would immediately be all over you, joking around with you or kissing your neck.

You’d sneak out in the late night and he’d be parked up the street, waiting for you so you could spend the night together.

You’d either spend the night sitting in his car talking until the sun came up, or he’d take you out. Either way, it’s all you could think about every night. You found yourself more and more drawn to him.

When the summer came and school finished, you could barely contain your excitement. Outside of working shifts as a lifeguard at the local swimming pool, he’d be with you. Lucky for you Hopper was often out and El knew how to keep a secret, especially since her and Mike were otherwise preoccupied.

You’d planned a night together after one of his shifts. He said that he’d take you out for dinner and then to a hotel for a proper night out. You couldn’t stop thinking about it all day.

That was until he didn’t show up.

All night you waited for him to pick you up. You couldn’t stop yourself from worrying. He had never once been late to be with you, he’d never even come close.

The next day you went to his work, knowing he had a shift scheduled. When you arrived and noticed he was in the locker room, you decided to follow him.

“Billy..?” You asked as you walked in, seeing him sitting on the floor of the shower with water running over his face.

“Hey...” you said softly. “What’s going in?”

He didn’t look at you but you could see he was shaking. He was curled up, holding his knees against his chest. You reached out your hand to touch him and he quickly grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t..” he said quietly.

“Billy, please tell me what’s wrong” you begged.

“Just stay away from me!” He said firmly as he flicked your hand away and stood up, quickly running out of the locker room.

You just stood there for a moment, your mind raising as a wave of confusion hit you. He’d never acted like this; you were beginning to worry.

Days went by like this.

He refused to talk to you, practically bolting away from you whenever he saw you.

You felt yourself panic, going over everything you’ve done and wondering why the hell he was acting like this.

Eventually you felt so confused and hurt that you told El. You confessed to everything. The secret relationship you’d had and how he’d been treating you lately.

You’d been expecting her to comfort you, giving you some type of comfort but instead it looked like a light bulb lit up in her head.

She didn’t waste a single second before telling you about him, about seeing him leaning over Heather. The blood ridden whistle in his bathroom and the similarities he was sharing with Will when he was possessed by the Mind Flayer.

You couldn’t believe it. Yet it made sense.

He’d never acted like this before and a part of you was grateful knowing that it might not be him doing this.

-

When El and her friends told you about the plan to lock him in the sauna, you were all for it. If this Mind Flayer piece of shit was in him then you wanted to know and you were going to find a way kill the thing yourself if you had to. There was no way you were going to let Billy be controlled by this thing.

When the door slammed shut on him in that sauna and he turned around, his eyes locking with yours.

“Y/N....?” He asked quietly, frowning as he took in a breath.

“What’s going on? What are you doing?” He asked as he glanced around, his confusion growing even more when he noticed Max.

“Open the door!” He yelled as he began to panic.

“Turn it up, Will” Mike said as Will increased the temperature.

You watched as Billy began to back up, his chest expanding rapidly as he began to breathe heavily. His hands rose to his head as he started to panic before your eyes.

“It’s not my fault. It’s not my fault!” He yelled as he collapsed to the floor.

You quickly walked forward, peering through the small window as you watched Billy sit on the floor.

“It’s not my fault, Y/N!” He yelled, his eyes tearing up.

“I’ve done some... bad things. Really bad things” he said as he looked up at you, his hands shaking.

“What did you do, Billy?” You asked softly, trying not to panic.

“It’s not my fault! He made me do it” he replied as he gripped his knees.

“Who made you do it?” You asked.

“I don’t know, it’s like a shadow” he responded, ducking his head as he tears began to pour down his cheeks.

“Please believe me, Y/N. It’s not my fault!” He pleaded before holding his head in his hands.

You couldn’t stop yourself from tearing up, seeing him like this made your heart ache.

“I believe you, Billy” you said. “It’s gonna be okay”.

You watched him continue to shake and shrink in on himself. You wished so badly you could go in there and wrap your arms around him. You wanted to stop him feeling like this and you wanted so badly to kill the Mind Flayer.

“Step away from the door” Mike chimed in causing you to turn around.

You barely had enough time to process before Billy launches himself your way, his hand smashing through the glass.

You felt Max pulling you way as Billy struggled to open the door. You’d never been frightened of him before but you were scared shitless watching him break out. The anger on his face sent chills up your spine.

It wasn’t long before you felt yourself backed against the wall as Billy came charging towards you. You were frozen, standing there waiting for him to attack you and you couldn’t move a muscle.

If it wasn’t for El, you would have let him kill you.

You hated how weak you felt as El stood in front of you, protecting you from Billy.

She was the only one who stood a chance against him and even she had been struggling. When his hand from gripped around her neck, you finally moved.

You sprinted up behind him. Wrapping your arms around his neck and shoulder as you attempted to pull him away. Though it proved to not be very powerful, it did distract him enough for El to get away.

She collapsed against Mike as Billy turned to face you. Black veins were bubbling beneath his skin as he clenched his jaw. In all the anger in his body, you couldn’t help but notice his tearful eyes.

You noticed his feet planted on the ground as if he were struggling to stay still. If only you had known the battle going on in his head. How he was screaming for the Mind Flayer to stop, to not force him to hurt you. He couldn’t imagine being the one to cause you pain, there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d ever hurt you and he was begging for you to run.

In this moment of him standing still, you used it to move it of his way. He thanked god you didn’t try to come at him, knowing you’d never stand a chance against this horrid version of himself.

He’d never felt so frightened in his life. The fear of hurting you had him cowering in the dark corner of his mind.

When El was able to fight him off, sending him through the wall. He didn’t hesitate before running. He would not fight you.

-

You refused to accept that he was lost. That you couldn’t save him.

Once the Mind Flayer had taken shape and targeted El, you realised the kind of danger you were all in.

You’d all been hiding in the Mall once Billy appeared in the car park. You were sucked behind the car, sitting closely beside Nancy as the two of you tried desperately to stay quiet.

Due to Lucas and his smart thinking, he was able to distract it long enough for you to run.

He quickly handed out fireworks and you all scattered, firing them off in order to distract it from El... who was clearly the prime target.

When Billy stormed in, you began to truly panic.

He’d been dragging El across the floor towards the Mind Flayer, ready to offer her up. You began running down to the first floor as she began to scream, attempting to fight him off to no avail as her abilities appeared dormant.

You were trying so desperately to get to her. Watching him push her to the ground and lean over her. Your mind was racing faster than you’d been moving. You couldn’t bring yourself to hurt him and yet here he was, ready to sacrifice your own family.

You were stopped in your track as you noticed a change in his eyes. He was leaning over her as she began to speak to him, his eyes softening by her words as he began to tear up. You had no idea what she had been saying, but you could help but notice the tears falling from his eyes as her hand rose to his cheek.

You watched from a distance as Billy began to rise, turning away from El as he looked up at the Mind Flayer. His shoulders were broad, fists clenched and his face full of anger.

It happened so fast. You watched the creature launch at El and couldn’t stop the scream pour out of you as Billy jumped in the way. He was attacked from all sides, blood staining his white shirt as he yelled in pain.

When it ripped through his chest, that was when you finally unfroze, racing towards him.

He collapsed to his knees before you came running up behind him, arms wrapping around him as he fell against you. His head pressed against your chest as you gripped him tightly, tears falling down your cheeks as you stared at him in shock. You didn’t notice the monster beginning to cave in on itself as it died. Your attention being so painfully focused on the man dying in your arms.

His eyes locked with yours as you rested his head in your lap, unable to stop yourself from crying.

“..Y/N” he choked, staring up at you as he struggled to breath.

“I’m s-sorry” he said quietly, his eyes moving towards the ceiling as his final breath was taken away from him.

You felt his entire weight in your arms as your mouth opened, trying to find anything to say. Your eyes moved rapidly over his face, refusing to accept that he was gone.

You pressed your forehead against his as your hand tightened around him. The palms of your hand began to tingle and heat up as your heart rate quickened. Your eyes clamped shut as you winced in pain; the heat spreading rapidly through your body.

You could feel sharp pains in your body, as through your skin was being torn and ripped away from you.

The pain he felt was so horrific, your chest feeling as though it was shattering beneath your skin. El was attempting to pull you away as you yelled in pain, tears rolling down your cheek.

Your vision went black before you could see him. Before you could see the wounds on along his body closing up, before you could feel his pulse coming back. You could only remember falling back against El before you became completely unconscious.

-

Light was stinging at the corner of your eyes as you opened them to see the ceiling. You frowned for a moment, feeling like everything had been an extremely vivid and painful dream.

You lurched forward in a panic as you looked around the empty room. It was your room for sure, but it was so quiet. You rushed out of the door as your heart races, eyes tearing up as you thought back to Billy.

Your body stopped suddenly, staring up into the eyes of Billy as he stood at the other end of the lounge. His lips parted as he thought of something to say but he came up with nothing.

You were moving so quick yet your body felt numb. It felt like someone was controlling you as you ran to him, jumping up and wrapping your arms and legs around him.

He immediately wrapped his arms tightly around you as he pressed his head into the nape of your neck, his eyes tearing up as he held you in his arms.

Your feet dropped to the floor as you stared up at him, eyes scanning his face. He was okay. He was alive. He was beautiful.

“Billy...” you whispered, your voice cracking as you felt yourself tear up.

His hand rose to your cheek as he sucked in a breath. He leant down slowly before pressing his lips softly and hesitantly against yours. His hands were resting on your waist as he kissed you, touching you as if you were made of glass.

He wanted to hold you so tightly against him, to pick you up and spin you around. He wished him could kiss you with every fibre of his being, but the fear of hurting you was still inside him.

You pulled away slowly, your eyes still closed for a moment as you let out a breath, savouring the feeling of him being right here in front of you.

-

As the weeks went by, he became slowly more comfortable with you again. But he was still so quiet. He never once talked to you about what he did and what it felt like.

You definitely didn’t want to push him but you knew how much it must be bugging him. There were moments when you’d catch him just thinking to himself, a sad look on his face and you knew he was going through memories of what happened.

The two of you were lying in your bed one night, facing each other and intertwining your fingers.

“You know you can talk to me, right?” You said quietly, giving him a small sympathetic smile.

He just looked away as he took in a deep breath.

“I can’t...” he replied softly.

“Whatever you did Billy... just know it wasn’t your fault” you said, your hand moving to rest on his cheek.

“It doesn’t change anything” he replied quickly as he looked into your eyes. “It was still me. I’m the one who hurt those people”.

“Don’t say that. You didn’t do those things. It was that piece of shit monster” you stared, unable to change your mind on the matter.

“But it was my hands, I could’ve killed El. I could have killed you” he replied, his hand rising to grip yours as he pulled your hand from his cheek.

“You died, Billy.” You said softly. “You died saving our lives”

“If that doesn’t prove you’re a good person... than I don’t know what does” you added, leaning in closer and squeezing his hand.

“I still don’t know how to thank you saving my life.” He replied before his hand loved to your waist, pulling you closer towards him.

“You don’t have to” You said softly. “I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

He leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, unable to understand how you could look pass the things he’d done. He couldn’t change how he felt about you, being more and more grateful everyday that you were here with him.

“God I love you” He whispered, inches away from your face.

You felt yourself freeze for a moment. He’d never said that to you, or anyone else for that matter. Your heart was racing as he stared into your eyes, but you did not need to think about a reply. It was simple.

“I love you too, Billy. So damn much” you replied, leaning in to kiss him again as he arm wrapped around you completely.

You spent the night in each other’s arms, holding onto him tightly, as though he might disappear if you were to let him go.

The two of you had been through too much now for you to drift away from each other. After all... you did have shared trauma.

-Hope you enjoyed! :) Thank you to @ateliefloresdaprimavera for the request!

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Bad Guy

Summary: Billy was a bad boy. You did not go for the bad boy... and you absolutely did not let him weasel his way into your heart. (Billy Hargrove x reader)

Warnings: profanity 

Word Count: 4,689 (I got carried away with how much I love this man)

You’d met in school when he first arrived to Hawkins, stepping out of his car with those tight jeans and a cigarette hanging from his lips. Everything about him screamed ‘stay away at all costs’. You watched him walk around like he owned the place and told yourself you’d never fall for that.

Steve also told you from the get-go to avoid him, and since he used to be king dickhead of the school, you followed his advice.

That was until you got a job as a lifeguard at apparently the same pool as Billy. How ironic, and entirely predictable given your continuous string of karma you’d carried with you your entire life.

You distinctly remember sitting in the chair beside the pool, burning up in the hot sun, wondering if you really needed the money that bad. He’d strolled up beside you, it definitely wasn’t his turn to be on watch so you tried to ignore him.

It was difficult when you noticed everyone’s head turn, watching him approach you. You’d roll your eyes when you’d see the ladies gawking at him, wondering why they seemed to like him so much.

“You should see the view from down here.. great stuff” he said, giving you a wink as his lip tilted into a smirk.

“Do you need something Billy?” You asked, raising an eyebrow and leaning down towards him.

“Nothing wrong with polite conversation aye, sweetheart” he replied, still carrying that smirk on his face.

“You’re so right, we should talk about road laws or how to save the environment” you said, shaking your head slightly as you leant back in your seat.

“We can talk about whatever you want, honey” he replied quickly, looking you up and down before he bit his lip.

“Let it go Billy. It’s not gonna happen” you laughed, continuing to keep your eyes on the people swimming.

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about” he replied, his smirk turning into a smile.

You tried to shake him off, you deserved an award for being the only girl who didn’t throw yourself at him. But damn, did he make it hard.

He was relentless. And more annoyingly, not in a bad way. He was overly nice to you, racing ahead of you to open a door for you and giving you a grin as you passed him. He would always approach you at school, offering to carry your things, or just chat you up.

You were mature though, obviously. You could handle this, you could be civil, hell even friends. But there’s no way you’d let him weasel his way into your life.

You were walking home from school one day since your parents insisted on taking your car for a service (something you weren’t exactly keen on doing). This day you realised the world was against you when it began to pour down, the rain drenching you all the way through your puffy raincoat to the skin on your back.

Revving his engine, Billy came driving up behind you. You didn’t even have to turn around to know it was him, this was just a typical thing in your life now (being screwed over by fate).

“Need a lift?” He asked as he pulled up beside you.

You let out a deep breath, glancing up at the sky before admitting to yourself that you did not want to walk in the rain any longer. You gave him a quick nod before getting in his car... and damn, it was a nice car.

“Don’t you usually drive Max? Or did you kick her out for me?” You asked, to which he laughed, glancing over at you for only a moment.

“She’s off today, apparently sick or something.” He replied.

“Thank you for driving me, I was getting soaked out there” you said, giving him a small smile.

“Oh yea? ...How soaked?” He asked, a cheesy grin creeping across his cheeks.

“Oh come on” you laughed, giving him a slight slap on his arm.

Talking to him was surprisingly easy. He was different with you, though you’d never truly accept that. He didn’t flirt with you like he would when he first came to this tiny town. He found being straight forward with other girls worked best, they all wanted him anyway.

He liked joking around with you; teasing you to try and get a reaction. He also liked talking to you in general and that was a surprise given he didn’t really find anyone else here any interesting.

He pulled up to your house and you tried to suppress the feeling of disappointment in your gut. You hated that you wanted to keep talking to him.

“Maybe I could uh, wait till, the rain stops” you suggested quietly, your heart rate picking up slightly.

He turned to look at you for a moment before he turned his key in the ignition, switching the car off.

You couldn’t help the little sigh of relief that escaped you.

“You know, you look surprisingly good with your hair wet... not an easy look to pull off” he chuckled.

“You think I’m ready for modelling yet? Or should I wait a few years” you laughed, glancing down at your hands for a short moment.

“Oh no, I think you’re ready” he replied with a quick wink.

You watched him pull off his leather jacket, grabbing the sides and swinging them off his shoulder. His shirt was always slightly open, allowing for you to see the faint outline of his pecks.

“Here. Don’t want you to get too cold” he offered as he handed you his jacket.

The two of you talked for way too long. You didn’t even notice until the sun was glaring in your eyes and it occurred to you that it was setting.

He was so curious about you, asking you about your life, your hobbies, and listening with genuine interest. He’d even told you a bit about himself, nothing too personal but it definitely was something.

You felt yourself rambling at some points, realising you’d been talking about your favourite movie for far too long. When you stopped and mumbled quietly to yourself to shut up, he let out a laugh.

“No, no, keep going. This is some good stuff” he smiled, not for a moment making you feel embarrassed.

When you went to bed that night, you realised you’d never tossed and turned so damn much. You felt yourself going over every word you said, replaying it in your head and cursing yourself for saying anything you thought was dumb. You spent the night smiling to yourself, wishing you’d talked a bit longer. It finally dawned on you... you were in so much trouble with this guy.

Billy didn’t have a chance to enjoy thinking about you. As soon as you walked into your house, he knew he was fucked. His father was going to kill him for being late and leaving Max on her own.

He knew he wasn’t going to pass up the chance to talk to you, to actually get to know you. So he told himself he would accept the consequences and deal with his shitty dad when he got home.

He pulled up in his driveway and could already hear him. His father was going on and on about how sick he was of Billy, about how he was in deep shit when he returned. For a moment, Billy thought about leaving, but he knew it’d only be worse when the time came for him to come back to this house. He wondered what it’s like to ever call somewhere home, what it was like for people to have somewhere to retreat to and find comfort in.

His feet hit the front porch and the door swung open before he had even had to chance to reach for it.

Billy clenched his jaw for a moment, glancing at the floor before tilting his head up to face his dad. It took only a split second before his father grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into the house.

Billy told his father he was out partying, having the time of his life and that was why he came home late. He told him that he’d even had a bit to drink, pretty much anything that was far from the truth. He didn’t want to even hint at the idea of you to his father. He never, ever wanted the two of you to interact.

He showed up late to school the next morning, music still blasting as always as he parked the car. Max got out quickly, racing to go hang out with her friends.

You were several feet away, sitting on the bonnet of your car as you watched him get out: still carrying the same confidence as always. He wasted no time before approaching you, unable to keep the smile from his face.

“You in for a bit of fun?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he leant against the car.

“What kind of fun?” You replied, pursing your lips.

“How about we ditch this joint” He suggested, a smile spreading across his cheeks.

You let out a quick breath, looking him up and down for a moment whilst you thought about it. You weren’t exactly the type to skip school, but you figured there should be at least one time you did before you graduated.

“You know what... that sounds like a great idea” you laughed before he grabbed your hand, leading you towards his car.

He was quickly speeding out of the school. He’d honestly rather be doing anything then go there anyway so this was definitely a bonus.

He took you to the cinema first and insisted on paying for everything even though you told him you could pay. You both shared a bucket of popcorn and sat up at the back.

Luckily he didn’t try the cheesy stretch and then put his arm over your shoulder. He was cocky for sure, but that move was old.

He instead opted for his hand softly grazing yours, first only side by side as you both shared the arm rest. It didn’t take long for you to see what he was doing so you eventually reciprocated. Your hand moved closer to his, encouraging him before you slid your hand in his; finger intertwining as you both began to smile to yourselves.

You honestly couldn’t recall much from the film since you’d spent most of the time sneaking glances at him and actively trying to focus on the film, which is practically the same as trying to sleep when you’re not even tired.

When you did finish, the two of you sat in the parking lot on the hood of his car; sharing some snacks he’d bought earlier.

“So... how come it’s taken you so long to warm up to me?” He asked, given you a sly smirk before you chuckled at his response.

“Oh come on, you know exactly why” you replied, laughing him off. “You were a total dick”

“Well... yea that’s fair” he laughed.

“I think I might’ve been wrong though” you added quietly, giving him a small smile. “I just didn’t want to be some kind of challenge for you, ya know?” You continued, avoiding eye contact.

“Challenge?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“You know... like how long would it take for you to get me kind of challenge” you said, biting your lower lip slightly.

He let out a huff, giving you a small chuckle. “You’re not some challenge. I like you. Genuinely like you. Which is fuckin’ new for me” he added, causing you to giggle in response.

The two of you continued to talk all afternoon, waiting for school to be over so he could take Max home.

As the weeks went by, the two of you began to hang out like friends. You’d joke around with each other at school and work, meet up after school to buy food and talk. You’d pick on each other too. Whenever he’d walk towards a door, you’d open it for him, claiming him as King Stud Muffin whilst giving him a bow. He hated it, yet enjoyed it since it was coming from you.

He would often call you a nerd, pretty much whenever he’d catch you reading anything. It could be been a brochure and he’d call you a geek.

The two of you just simply enjoyed one another. You weren’t about to go as far as saying it was meant to be, but you shared a connection that felt unique. Particularly for Billy since he’d never had anything like this in his life, the only connection he ever did have was with his own mother who had abandoned him.

You’re relationship changed on one fateful evening.

He showed up at your doorstep, a bruise covering his left cheekbone. He didn’t even make eye contact with you when you opened the door, he could only feel the shame of letting you see him like this. The truth is he had no where else to go and his father had told him to get out. There was no going against his dad, as proven by the mark left on his face.

You didn’t have time to ask him what happened before he stepped towards you, his hands resting on your waist for a short moment before they slid to your back, pulling you against him.

You had never, ever seen him like this and you were pretty positive that no one else had either.

You wrapped your arms around him in response, not saying anything; the two of you just holding onto each other for the first. He was so much warmer than you’d expected, and a lot bigger too.

Eventually you pulled him inside leading him to your room where you sat next to each other, carefully watching him as he stared at the floor.

“I know this is a lot to ask, but do you mind if I stay the night?” He asked quietly, you’d never seen him feel so small before.

“Of course, Billy.” You replied. 

“Do you want to tell me what happened first?” You asked, giving him some type of sympathetic look, worrying that you were going to push him.

And so he did. He told you that it was his dad... and that this wasn’t the first time. He confessed that the night he drove you home, he had known he was in for some shit when he stepped foot in his house. You felt you heart become heavy, feeling a sense of guilt knowing that had you not stayed and talked to him, his dad wouldn’t have hit him that night.

He poured his heart out to you and you’d never felt so much pressure. Like you were holding it in your hands, guarding it from harm. You hated that his father could treat him like this, you wished you could tell him to go fuck himself, but you knew that wouldn’t help.

Not long has passed before you were both lying on your bed, facing each other, not really saying much. You kept focusing on his face until your hand rose up to it, thumb sliding gently across his cheekbone, using your touch to soothe a painful area.

You inched closer to him, swallowing hard as the two of you made eye contact. You leant up for a moment, moving over to the side of his face, placing a soft kiss on the now darkening bruise.

When you leant back, he was watching you in a way you’d never noticed before. 

He moved towards you, his breath becoming slow as he became inches from your face. You could feel the tension rising in your stomach before his lips brushed against yours. He was gentle and his lips were soft.

You didn’t wait before returning the kiss, deepening it as you moved closer, your lips pressing against his with a sense of urgency.

His hand gripped your waist ever so slightly as he pulled you closer, your bodies pressing together as you continued to kiss. It was slow, yet passionate. You didn’t realised how long you’d been waiting to touch him until you were in this moment, having him in your arms. You’d been waiting so long to feel what it was like to have a moment like this with him and now here you were, and he was so much softer than you’d expected. For such a big guy, he was so gentle with you, his hand cupping your cheek as he kissed you. Truthfully, he was taking your breath away.

And he would from there on out.

You couldn’t stop your feelings towards him now, you were in too deep. 

Months went by and the two of you were in each other’s pockets. Literally. You’d walk through the school halls and he’d keep his hand in the back pocket of your jeans whilst sneaking kisses along your neck.

You’d walk out of the school after the bell rang, making your way to the parking lot where he would greet you; his arm wrapping around your waist as his lips pressed against yours.

You loved how flirty he was with you, but even more than that; you loved how much he trusted you.

You’d already lost count of how many nights he’d shown up at your house, sneaking through your window late at night and trying his best to be quiet. You’d spend all night in each other’s arms, and talking way more than you should. You couldn’t pinpoint the moment you felt so comfortable. You didn’t need to censor anything with him, talking about pretty much everything.

Things took a turn when the two of you decided to go to some party, which you’d told him you didn’t want to go to.

When you arrived, he quickly became the same old popular boy he was at school, cheering and yelling whilst taking shots. You honestly didn’t have a problem with it, but chose not to participate. You’d instead spent the night on the couch, talking with Steve. Honestly, you felt bad that you hadn’t really been there for him when Nancy broke up with him so you were here now, trying to make him laugh and not think about her for a short while.

Billy saw it from a distance, you and Steve sitting together on the couch, talking and giggling like old friends do. He couldn’t stop the sharp pain in his chest, the surge of jealousy rising up his spine.

It wasn’t the same jealousy it used to be. The jealousy that came with the competition over who was the alpha of the school, who was the true ladies man. This was different. It was a jealousy and a fear. A jealousy of the connection you two had and the fear that Steve was maybe a better man than he was.

He let out a hard breath as he stormed out of the house, continuing to drink and attempting to forget about you and Steve. He might have succeeded in this if it weren’t for you.

You’d seen him getting drunk and began to worry. You’d pulled him aside and suggested the two of you get out of there, giving him a little wink. The truth is you were trying not to upset him since you didn’t know what kind of drunk he was.

He’d obliged, though he did shake his head and give you a pout. You couldn’t help but giggle as you helped him walk to the car, feeling him lean a considerable amount of his weight against you.

You were driving along a dark street when you noticed Billy leaning his cheek against the chair, staring up at you with a strange look in his eye.

“What are you looking at?” You giggled.

“You’re so beautiful... you know that, right?” He replied, a grin creeping over his face as his eyes slowly shut.

“Are you hitting on me?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow and chuckling to yourself.

“Maybe” he mumbled.

He was quiet for a moment, and you couldn’t see the way he was looking at you. It was almost sad, looking up at you, his eyes somewhat glistening as they reflect the streetlights.

“I don’t deserve you...” he said quietly, his eyes turning to look at the floor.

You couldn’t help yourself as you quickly turned your head to look at him. He looked so small, his shoulders hanging low and his arms crossing over one another.

“What the hell are you talking about?” You asked, becoming worried by his line of conversation.

“Nothing” he responded quietly, glancing at you for a short moment as his heart rate picked up.

He hated how he felt about you. He hated how when you walked into a room, every single bone in his body ached to touch you. He hated how every time you smiled up at him with those rosy cheeks, his palms would sweat and his chest would tighten. He hated how being away from you made him feel lonely. He hated the way his face would lighten up as he watched you come running out of your house, so excited to see him in the mornings before school. He hated how good you were and how much he’d worry that he would break you, corrupt you. He hated how much he wanted to kiss you, hold you, protect you. He hated how much he needed you, how much he thought about you... how much he loved you.

You shook your head slightly before pulling the car over and turning in your seat to face him.

“What are you doing?” He asked, his eyebrows pressed together.

“Why would you say you don’t deserve me?” You asked, your fingers tingling slightly as you felt yourself become nervous.

He stopped for a moment, looking into your eyes for longer than he should. Taking in the features of your face; unable to stop himself from thinking about how beautiful you were, about how much he’d come to love every little think about you.

“I don’t” he said, with such a certainty that it made your heart ache.

“You’re wrong” you replied quickly and sharply. “You deserve to have me in your life. You deserve to have someone that cares about you.”

“I’m not good enough for you. I’m not like... Steve” he said softly as he looked away.

“Steve? Are you serious? Steve does not compare to you” You replied, unable to hold back your feelings.

“Billy...” you whispered as you reach out to hold his hand, feeling him instantly squeezing it.

You’d never felt your heart rate pick up this much. So much so that your chest ached. The hairs on your arm stood up as you prepared to say what you felt for him. “...I love you”.

His eyes immediately darted to yours, his mouth opening as his shoulders rose, taking in a deep breath. It only occurred to him in this moment that he could not remember the last time someone had said this to him. He couldn’t remember the last time someone cared about him enough to fight for him.

“I really do, Billy” you added softly, looking away for a bit as you felt him watching you so closely.

He was quiet.

“I love you too... so damn much” he returned as he leant towards you, his hand gently grabbing the back of your neck as he pulled you towards him.

His lips pressed against yours with an unusual sense of urgency he hadn’t felt before. It wasn’t the same as any kiss he’d had before. It was a kiss of realisation. Realisation that the person he loved truly loved him in return. Realisation that his life wasn’t a complete mess now that he had you.

You returned his feelings with every ounce of your being. You could feel yourself holding together the pieces of a broken man, and you wouldn’t change a single thing about it.

When you pulled away from him for a breath, you knew you didn’t want to be away from him tonight, or any night after that.

“Let’s go somewhere” you said, watching him nod in response as you pulled back out onto the road.

You’d driven past your house, not wanting to be interrupted by anyone. You’d driven out into some field, far away from anyone.

The two of you got out and lied on the hood of his car, staring up at the night sky. Him listening to you point out constellations in the sky and smiling to himself as you rested your head against his chest.

“I wish we could get out of here” he said softly, his lips brushing against your ear. 

“Me too...” you replied, hating the idea that he was stuck with that scumbag of a dad.

“I’m sorry, Billy.” You said.

“For what?” He asked, pulling away for a moment to look into your eyes.

“I’m sorry that you have to live with him, I’m sorry that he treats you like this” you replied carefully, not wanting to upset him.

He just looked away, not sure of what to say.

He didn’t know what to say to you because he didn’t even know what to say to his father. All he knew was that he wanted so badly to get out and that he was going to do that as soon as he could.

“I won’t always live with him” he replied quickly, looking your face up and down.

“Are you saying that one day you might live with someone else?” You asked, smiling up at him.

“Maybe... I was thinking that Harrington guy was an option” he replied, causing you to shake your head and give him a sad pout.

He quickly leant up, his body practically on top of you as he began to smirk. He leant down, his lips inches away from yours. He hovered for a moment, causing you to feel his breath against your lip as you waited in anticipation.

“One day I’m going to have you all to myself” he said, diverting his attention to your jawline as he places small kisses along it, leading down across your neck to your collarbone.

“I think the day has already arrived” you chuckled beneath him and watched him grin in response.

He was now leaning over you, his eyes locked with yours as he kissed your lips ever so softly.

“I really do love you” he said quietly. “And it’s totally ruining my reputation” he continued with a grin as you let out a small giggle.

“I love you too” you responded, leaning up to pressed your lips against his.

Who could have thought that this was what you’d have wanted, or what he would’ve wanted. When the two of you met, not a single person would have paired you together. All those times you’d ignored his cocky attitude and flirtatious remarks, all those times you’d told yourself you’d never fall for his charm. And here you were. Feeling the warmth of his body as he leant over you, kissing you in a way that made you feel like you were home. Like he was your home.

You’d fight for him. You’d fight to be with him. You’d fight to be his and for him to be yours.

He’d finally found something worth living for. Something he could care for and love. And someone who would love him in return.

The two of you might be an unlikely pair, but there wasn’t a single thing in the world that would tear you a part. The two of you wouldn’t spend your lives searching for this to have it be destroyed. And when you finished school, you swore to each other you’d leave together. You promised him you’d go anywhere with him, and no part of you would regret it.

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-This was me trying to express how much I love this boy so, let me know if you enjoyed! :) x

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It would be AMAZING to see a part two of have a little faith! It would make a fab full on book!!!! Love your writing (loved i knew it!) have a fab day!!

Thank you, this is such a sweet message! ❤️

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Have a Little Faith

Summary: A red string has been wrapped around your pinky finger your entire life... finally, you find where it leads. (Loki x reader)

Warnings: none

Word count:1,569

A single string, red, faint and thin, no one else can see it. It wraps around your pinky finger and shoots up into the clouds. You couldn’t recall a time you didn’t have this as no one else ever commented on it, or seemed to have one of their own. You couldn’t grab and and there was no way to remove it.

You spent your entire teenager years thinking about it, wondering what in the hell it meant and where the other end of it was.

It took years before you told yourself you were sick of it, but it lingered in the back of your mind. Especially during the times all your friends started dating, and you couldn’t for the life of you figure out why you’d taken interest in no one. Not even slightly. No one sparked your interest. You worried for a time that you may have just been too picky, or full of yourself.

Your friends whined about how boring you were, you’d never talk about other people and came to the conclusion that maybe these friends of yours weren’t exactly the nicest.

You were grateful to leave school, being an adult was the best part of your life and you cut ties with most of your so called friends.

You ended up working at a tiny little bookstore down the street and started to feel like you were in a rom-com... well, without the whole love interest thing. Maybe not so romantic after all but whatever, it was a good job. Whenever you got angry with a customer you’d just thank god you weren’t working in take away, you’d never go back to that gig.

When the battle of New York came, your life flipped upside down.

This string moved. It moved down. The other end was on Earth.

Panic surged through your body, you didn’t waist a single second before you got in your car a followed it. You knew what was happening. Some evil god was here and the Avengers were defending the Earth. You knew you should be focused on not dying but there was no way you were going to get this chance again. Though if you were tied to one of those monsters coming out of the sky, you were going to have to seriously reevaluate your life.

You’d stood firmly on the ground, watching these creatures fly over your head and people running to stay inside.

The string began to pull you, once you were close enough it was as if it were a rubber band. If you moved away, you feared it might snap.

He felt the pull too. He stood on the peak of the Stark Tower and felt himself pulled down. He figured this was typical. The one time he’s trying to take over a planet (well, maybe not one time) and now he’s being distracted by this god damn string he’s had wrapped around his thumb since he was born.

He’d watched the Avengers battling against Thanos’ soldiers coming out of the sky and thought ‘shit’ before he caved and followed the string.

It felt quick. This time you were running, as if you were trying to make it to the airport just in time before Rachel got on the plane in the season finale of FRIENDS. Jesus, you needed to stop with he pop culture references.

You stopped. Feet planted on the floor.

The hair on your arms rose up and you felt a shutter down your spine. He was there. He landed right in front of you. Looking down at you with a raised eyebrow and an oh so slight smirk on his face.

“Well, this may be considered bad timing...” he grinned as he took a step towards you.

You couldn’t even react. Your mouth was hung open slightly and you looked him up and down. He was... beautiful. Yes, that may be an interesting way to describe him but it was the first thing you thought of. And he was tall, looking down at you it felt like you were the smallest thing in the entire state.

You were shocked by the confidence he had, approaching you as if it were the easiest thing he’d done. You had no idea how long he’d been waiting for this, how he had been alive for quite a bit longer than you. For him, this had been the most patient he’d ever had to be and finally the pieces were coming together.

“I’m Loki. Of Asgard. Though you’ve probably already heard considering the commotion” he gestured to the sky, another alien emerging from it.

“Ha. Yea... I’m Y/N and to be entirely honest... I was praying you weren’t the one at the other end of this string” you let out a chuckle to which he smirked.

“I get that a lot” he joked, causing you to give him a smile as you stepped towards him. He was less than a metre away from you and the string was pulling you together so tightly, you thought you might collide.

You were afraid to touch him... still trying to play hard to get maybe.

He made the first step, sort of. He held out his hand in front of you, raising his eyebrow in a way that asked you to close the distance. You hesitated before you slid your hand into his, gliding it against his skin. He was cold and his hands were soft.

The string began to glow so bright you began to squint as the two of you stared at each other’s hands. The string felt hot around your finger and suddenly it was gone, the string vanished before your eyes and you were each left with a scar-like mark around your pinky and his thumb.

He pressed his lips together for a moment and looked into your eyes. You let out a deep breath, unable to think of anything to say.

“I’m going to finish this... and then I’m going to come find you.” He promised, before looking back at the destruction behind him.

“Don’t go” you replied quickly. There was no way to be sure he wouldn’t die if he continued to fight this battle.

“I will return, trust me” he winked.

You watched him disappear and were overcome with a variety of emotions. Seriously, you’d just finally met and he’d gone away to fight this battle... leaving you stuck here like a helpless citizen.

While you continued mumbling to yourself you had realised the destruction was happening right near you. These alien-like creatures were running past you without so much as a glance. You even saw Captain America fighting several feet from you and he never even looked at you.

You knew you weren’t exactly the most popular person in town but damn. You walked closer to one of these aliens (like some white lady in a horror movie) and noticed it immediately divert away from you.

You spent the rest of this battle unscathed and waiting for Loki. You tucked away in some nearby building eventually, but it seemed like you’d be fine.

Tony Stark flew up into the sky with that nuke, and you’d realised Loki had lost. You weren’t exactly sure if you should celebrate or feeling bad for him, either way you knew he was in deep shit now.

He didn’t return to you. Not after that battle. You’d seen him on TV with Thor, shooting back up into the sky: you’d never felt so god damn frustrated in your entire life then when you saw that.

It had been days since. You were in your room, strolling back and forth when the room around you began to fade, melting into something entirely unfamiliar.

You were in a room much bigger, with shimmering gold walls, staring into what seemed to be other prison cells across from you. You felt a surge of panic, your palms quickly becoming sweaty as your heart rate picked up.

“I thought you’d be more excited to see me” you heard a voice coming from over your shoulder, causing you to quickly spin around.

“...Loki” you gasped as you stared up at him.

“It is I, the god of mischief, so powerful, yet so entirely locked away in a prison cell” he laughed before you reached out to touch him.

It didn’t work, your hand went straight through his.

“You’re not actually here, I’m powerful but not that powerful.” He grinned.

“So what now? I’m supposed to visit you from time to time whilst you spend your life in prison?” You huffed, scrunching up your nose and pressing your eyebrows together.

“Have a little faith, love” he replied, the corner of his lip tilted up into a smirk. You rolled your eyes at his response, but couldn’t avoid the eventual smile creeping across your cheeks.

“I’m glad you’re not hurt. My projections sometimes can fade when those are far away” he said quietly, referring back to New York.

“You were doing that? Wow, for a second I thought I was just super unnoticeable” you laughed.

“Not a chance” he smiled down at you. He was so close, inches. And yet he was also on a completely different planet.

You had no idea how you were ever going to be able to meet him again. But you did need to have a little faith sometimes.

Part 2?? 

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can i request something with jealous billllyy??? i’m not okay

It is officially in the works!

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more billyyyyyy

More Billy is on its way!

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I knew it deserves a part 2 you wrote amazing

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I Knew It

Summary: You were new to Queens and Peter could sense there was just something different about you. (Peter Parker x reader)

Warning: none

Word Count: 1,248

You were new at school, with crippling social anxiety and an image fear of being in any type of spotlight. Yet here you were, brand new in Queens at a new school wishing you could disappear. Well this is actually what you were doing to disappear.

When you lashed out at your parents over an argument and clenched your first in a fit of rage, the last thing you expected were all the windows to shatter around you and the lightbulbs to burst above you.

You mother couldn’t stop screaming, calling you a freak of nature. That night you packed your bags and got the hell out of there. You unfortunately had no money and ending up robbing a gas station (not your proudest moment) and got on a bus to get as far away as you could.

When you arrived in Queens, you first got a job at some tiny little shop hiring anyone (no experience required, thank god) and started your new life as a lost teen with an apparent ability to break windows.

As you walked through the halls of your new school, you could feel the eyes on you. You couldn’t tell if this was the new ability you had or your general paranoia of attention.

You were quick moving, head down, and not at all trying to make friends. Not really much different to your last school, it’s not like you were Queen B of that shit hole. Though there was absolutely no chance you were gonna pull that “I’m not like other girls” crap either. You were just you. Shy as hell, jumping from celebrity crush to celebrity crush, and now living with telekinesis. Same old, same old.

Peter noticed you immediately. He didn’t even actually see you but when you walked it he noticed the hair of his arms stand up and a chill down his spine. The only other time he felt this was when he met Liz’ dad... so all signs were pointing to ‘what the hell is going on, please don’t be evil’.

He spent the entire English class watching you and whispering to Ned about you. He could feel his heart racing and couldn’t tell why he was freaking out but it sure as hell didn’t feel good. Every spidey sense he had was pointing to evacuating.

When you all sat in the cafeteria at lunch, you tried to sit on a table alone and were quickly interrupted by some students, causing you to wish you were dead.

“Hey. I’m Ned, who are you?” Ned smiled down at you before sitting across your table, another kid joining him, though the other didn’t look as friendly, mostly awkward.

“I’m Y/N” you replied softly, giving him a shy smile as you continued to eat your food.

He introduced the kid next to him as Peter Parker and began making polite conversation. You realised quickly that this Ned guy was really nice, so you tried your best to not sink into your shell and fade away like you did with every other conversation.

“Why are you wearing sunglasses inside?” Peter asked, raising an eyebrow at you. To be honest, you totally forgot you were wearing them.

“Uhh, they just make me feel comfortable... I guess. Yea” you replied, avoiding eye contact. The truth was, you felt pretty intimidated when people looked you directly in your eyes, sunglasses felt like a protection barrier.

“That’s cool, makes you look like The Terminator” Ned chimed in, making you let out a small chuckle to which Peter nodded in agreement.

“Way more badass though, I would say” Peter laughed, feeling a little more at ease himself. Though he still had goosebumps covering his arms.

You spent the rest of lunch making small conversation, mainly movie references and Ned trying to get you to start gaming, which your parents never really let you do. They had to studying everyday and doing clarinet lessons that made you feel like Squidward himself, yet somehow worse. Why they wouldn’t let you play guitar baffled you to this day.

Peter and Ned quickly became your tour guides at this school. For weeks you felt yourself fitting in with the nerds of the school, which was better than having no friend back at your old school. Also, you really liked these guys.

You’d go to school, study, mostly talk with Peter and Ned about movies, music, games, superhero’s, and all other cool stuff. Though there was no way you were forgetting about what was going on yourself.

You realised quickly that your abilities were tied to your emotions. You’d go home (a shitty little apartment above the local convenient store) , crying in your bed about what a screw up you were and suddenly the blinds would rattle against the window, glasses would fall of shelves, even the street lights would flicker.

You’d go to school and act like everything was fine. On one hand, you’d made the first friends you’d made pretty much ever. On the other hand, you were worried you get angry one day and collapse a local building.

Here you are now, inside a sandwich shop with Peter Parker, chatting about how your English teacher gives you too much of a hard time since you’ve only been there a few months.

“She would’ve been a great teacher in the 1950’s, you can tell she wants to hit us with a ruler” he stated to which you let out a laugh, he was bang on the money with that one.

The bell rang at the door as a man entered, dressed in black with a mask covering his face.

Your heart rate picked up as you heat began to ache. You felt your arm go out to cover Peter as the man pulled a gun from his pocket, pointing it in the face of the cashier.

“Give me the money from the register! Now!” The man yelled, a sense of panic in his voice.

You watched Peter step forward and immediately began to freak out, what the hell was he doing? You had to stop him.

You grabbed his shoulder tightly and pulled him behind you before he gunman turned to face the both of you, aiming his gun towards the two of you.

Your shoulders moved up and down rapidly with each breath as you fists began to tighten. Peter quickly shoved you out of the way and headed towards the man.

You had no time to think before you heard the click of the gun. Your hand rose instinctively, gripping Peter in mid air whilst he was meters away from you. You swung your arm across, sending him across the room as the bullet grazed his shoulder and luckily missed anything vital.

You saw the man begin to panic before he turned the gun toward you, his heart rate picking up and he moved to fire. His finger pressed the trigger for a slight moment before you reached your arm up once again, flinging it towards him with a surge of rage.

You pushed you arm firmly through the air, keeping your feet planted against the grown as you thrust your hands forward.

The world felt slow and you sent him flying through the window, shattering the window before he collapsed out in the street.

Peter jumped up from behind the register and beamed up at you as you stood still, body shaking from the power surging through you.

“I knew it!” He yelled.

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Not a Chance

Summary: Billy Hargrove is not going to fall for you. No way. Not a chance.... right? (Billy Hargrove x reader)

Warning: slight profanity

Word Count: 1,740

He told himself he’d never go after you. As soon as he arrived in this shit town he knew he was not good for you. He’d avoid you at every chance, you’d smile at him when you walked pass him in the hall and he’d quickly look away. You’d offer him a pencil in class and he felt himself blush, he’d later cuss himself out for acting like a dumbass.

He’d watch you from across the room, a beaming smile on your face and a skip in your step. You always looked so optimistic and he’d remind himself of how different you two were. That there was no chance in hell you’d ever get together. He’d avoid you forever and that was that.

Of course, the world was not on his side as he’d arrive to work and find out the new trainee was you, of all the people in the world. He chuckled to himself at the irony and apparent fate bestowed upon him.

You showed up with that same old joyful personality and the manager decides Billy will be the one to train you. It wasn’t a surprise since the manager truly was a lazy piece of shit.

He couldn’t believe how excited you were, he’d teach you the basics of how to clean up the locker rooms and you’d be genuinely interested in the things he had to say. You were happy to learn from him and that truly was new to him.

He felt himself finally cave at work, you’d talk to him every time you saw him. Asking him little questions about himself and for the first time he noticed someone actually take interest in him besides the hot mums gawking at him on the side of the pool.

The two of you found yourselves talking about your favourite music and bands. You laughed at him when he said his favourite band was Led Zeppelin, telling him that was definitely no surprise. He’d laugh at how all over the place you were, swooning over the latest rom-com yet itching to go see ‘The Terminator’.

He felt himself getting invested in you, asking about your life and what you wanted to do when you left this lousy little town. He couldn’t help himself watch you drawing little sketches during your break and on the side of your notebooks in class.

The first time the two of you hung out outside of work or school, you both swore to yourselves that it wasn’t a date. You’d asked him to go to the movies with you, obviously to see ‘The Terminator’, and when you shared a bucket of popcorn and a drink he tried so hard to think nothing of it. There wasn’t a chance in hell he was going to ruin this friendship, it was the first genuine one he could ever recall having.

He listened to you rant about the film on the hood of his car after you’d seen it. Taking about all the moments that had your heart racing and how excited you were. He discovered how much of a fan you were of any action film after the 1970’s and found it amusing that your top favourite films were ‘Grease’ and apparently this one (though he felt it might’ve been too soon to say).

The two of you became inseparable. You’d hang out at school, work, and even after. You couldn’t think of anyone else you saw this often and no part of you would change it.

You knew he wasn’t just some dickhead. Every girl at school told you to stay away, that he’d find a way to break your heart someday. Luckily for you, you’d never listened to the common rumour. You knew his reputation for being a “stud muffin” and an asshole, but the truth is he’d never once been that to you. Around you he felt like a different person, more relaxed and even potentially happy.

The first time he yelled at you was something he wished he could take back.

You’d shown up to surprise him at his house and as you sat in the car, you could hear the yelling and screaming from inside. You could hear his father calling him a worthless piece of shit, telling him he wished he were never born.

For the first time you felt some kind of rage inside you. What kind of asshole says these things to his own son?

Billy had never told you about his home life, always avoiding the subject and directing it your way instead. Now you knew why. It also became clear to you why he acted so tough at school.

Your heart sank when you saw him walk out that door, a bruise spread across his left cheek one. Your knuckles turned white as you closed your fist and looked up at him from the window. As his eyes locked yours, he felt a surge of embarrassment through him. He told you to go away, to get the hell away from him as he stormed towards his car.

That night you tossed and turned, thinking about him and how you couldn’t believe what he was going through. How badly you wanted to help him.

A tap at the window broke your train of thought before you walked over, opening it and looking down at a red faced and stressed out Billy.

“Can we talk?” He asked quietly, careful to not wake any sleeping family members.

When he got in, he finally caved. He told you everything. About how his mother left him to a man you screamed at him and abused him. About how he’d take out his anger on his only son without a single regret. Your heart broke at his words.

You watched him stare down at his shaking fingers, your hand reached out to grab his and your fingers intertwined as you listened to him speak. He told you he was afraid you’d never speak to him if you knew, that you wouldn’t want to be his friend.

“Nothing could keep me away from you...” you replied quietly, avoiding eye contact. Knowing that those words held meaning.

In that moment Billy realised how much he needed you in his life. How he had to hold on to the one good thing he had and how he wouldn’t ruin it.

This was why he pulled away. Why when you leaned in and gripped his hand, he knew he couldn’t ruin what you had. Though he wanted so bad to be with you, wanted to hold you and kiss you, he knew he couldn’t. He’d never be able to be what you needed, he could never be the man you deserved.

You’d still spend everyday together and every so often he’d spend the night, though he’d insist on sleeping on floor, refusing to take any chances. You’d sign to yourself, wondering why he so badly wanted to avoid you.

The man that has women flicking towards him would never want you, and that truly did make you feel worthless. But you knew you wanted him in your life and if it was only going to be friendship then you’d find a way for that to be enough.

In Gym class he’d pick you up and throw you over his shoulder to stop you from getting that damn basketball. In Math he’d throw tiny pieces of paper your way with distracting notes. In English he’d make jokes and mimic the teacher, watching you try so hard to not laugh. He loved how much of a goody two shoes you were and how the two of you truly did make the strangest pair.

Your friends told you to stay away from him almost daily. Even if you wanted to you couldn’t. You were drawn to him. And no matter how many times they told you he was a made guy, you couldn’t stay away.

He’d pick you up in the morning for school and blast your favourite music, he even made you a mixtape once, just like good friends do, right?

When you were with him, you stomach began to flutter, your heart raced, you knew you were in deep shit with this one.

You’d never gotten close enough to anyone before for this to even be a possibility. You’d never really been in a relationship ever though you did have a 1 second kiss with a boy in the playground in the second grade... which totally counted for something.

You felt yourself beginning to lose it, you’d hang out with him all day and go home thinking about him all night.

You were lying on your bed, teary eyes staring up at the ceiling thinking about how you’d never have a chance. About how he pulled away from you when you’d thought he wouldn’t pull away from anyone let alone you.

You heard the tap at the window and quickly wiped your eyes, but it was written all over your face.

“What’s wrong? Do I need to punch someone?” He asked, jokingly but with a hint of seriousness.

You laughed him off for a second before you looked into his gentle eyes. You couldn’t stop yourself. You spilled. You told him how you felt about him, how you knew he didn’t feel the same way and how you were okay with that, but you had to tell him anyway. You told him you cared about him so damn much sometimes it made you chest hurt.

He stood still, shocked as the words came spilling out of your mouth. Whilst you kept talking he said to himself... ‘fuck it’.

His hands moved quickly to the side of your face, softly cupping your cheeks before he leaned in, lips pressing firmly against yours, taking the breath away from you.

His hand slid to the back of your neck, fingers intertwining with your hair and the kiss deepened, his tongue sliding gently against yours.

Your heart was beating so fast you thought it might jump out of your chest.

When the two of you parted, he let out a chuckle and watched a smile spread across your cheeks. Your foreheads pressed against each other as his hands slid to hold your waist, pressing you firmly against him.

“Do you wanna share the bed this time?” You asked, to which he let out a laugh and leaned in to kiss you one more time. God, you could stay like this forever.

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The Time Traveler’s Hunter (part 3)

Summary: Sam and Dean never expected a time traveler to enter their lives, especially not once they could grow feelings for. (Dean Winchester x Reader) (Sam Winchester x Reader)

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,119

You glanced down at the bodies laid across the floor, blood puddled around them. Tears welled up in your eyes before you quickly turned away from the family you had loved and lost so violently.

You ran out of the room with tears streaming down your face, only stopping when you ran into the 8 year old you standing in the hall.

“What, what happened?? Who are you?!” Your young self screamed at you, attempting to push past you into the horrid scene scattered across the floor in the room behind you.

You immediately reached down, wrapping your arms around this innocent, fragile version of yourself.

“You can’t go in there” you pleaded, your arms squeezing tighter around the 8 year old you, the one screaming and crying.

“You have to leave, go and run down the street. Don’t stop” you demanded, pushing yourself down the hall towards the door.

As you watched your younger self run towards the street, you notice them beginning to fade, feet disappearing from the cold road beneath them.

This would have been the second time You time travelled. In fact, the only reason to survived the slaughter of your family was because you travelled away moments before death. The first time you saw the bodies of your family, you were 10. Time travelling back to the very room, seeing the hearts ripped out of their chests by the werewolves you’d someday get revenge on.

The parents you would visit so often, were hunters themselves. They would tell stories of the miraculous hunts they would go on together, but hunts they would never wish for you to do. They wanted you to be different, to find a passion. At times you wonder if they’d be disappointed in you and the path of revenge you decided to take. You spent your entire youth bitter and vengeful, you’d hunt day after day with no other thoughts besides hunt down the ones you hurt you.

And now here you are, stood in the doorway to a house that no longer exists, tears dried up on your cheeks as you await your return to the present.

No wonder future you hadn’t told the story of your family to Sam and Dean, it wasn’t exactly one of your fond memories... not that you really had any of those anyway.

The suburban street began to fade from your sight as the tips of your fingers faded into dust, you would do anything to not have to come back here.

The backseat of the Impala felt warm, the leather shining up at you as the sun reflected from it. The car was parked, and the boys were looking at you with concern in their eyes.

“What the hell happened? You’ve been gone for hours” Dean asked. See, that was the thing about time travel. You’d never know how much time to missed in the present, in could be 5 minutes, or two weeks. That was the longest you had ever been gone for, and hoped it would not get any longer.

You wiped the dried tears from your cheek and stared out the side window. “Just drive, please”.

The drive was quiet, too quiet. But you couldn’t find the energy to act lively after the shit you went through. You deserved to sit in the back with mind to yourself.

When you got the the motel for the night, you had gotten seperate rooms. Sam and Dean in one, and you in another, two rooms down.

Their room was quiet, not as quiet as yours, but still suspicious. The darkness of your room created an eerie sense, but in your grief you barely noticed.

The ceiling was the only thing in your sight and you laid still on the bed, knowing that if you closed your eyes you’d see the horrors once again. You stared up for longer that you’d thought, the only thing snapping your attention away from that ceiling being an abrupt knock on the door.

As you opened the door, you were slightly surprised to see Dean standing before you.

“Hey... can I come in for a sec?”

“Sure” you replied as you held the door open for him; watching him walk through slowly before you closed it behind him.

“i just wanted to check up on you, you looked a little... upset when you came back” he said, avoiding eye contact.

“Uh yea, just a bad travel I supposed” you replied quickly, trying to avoid the subject.

He looked back at you with gentle eyes; a softness to his face that felt strange considering his large, typically frightening figure.

“I just saw my parents” You blurted, unsure of why you told him.

He just sat on the bed whilst you stood before him, clearly open to listening.

“The day they died... werewolves” you muttered before he let out a deep breath. “I go back a lot, seeing the same thing over doesn’t seem to get any easier”.

“Damn... I’m sorry” he replied with a quiet voice, looking up at you with almost childlike eyes. You gave him a nod, turning away from him as you felt yourself beginning to tear up.

“Hey-“ He said as he got up, placing a hand on your shoulder. “It’s not your fault what happened to them”.

“Yea, Yea, I know” you replied, shaking your head slightly. “It’s not your fault for what happened to your dad either, you know”

His hands dropped to his side as he pursed his lips, clearly not wanting to think about it.

“I guess we both have to dark memories we’re trying to avoid” you said, giving him a sympathies smile.

“You can stay, a little longer... if you want” you offered, looking down as you spoke. He just gave to a smile and switched on the TV, giving you his answer.

He actually told you about his life, spending a lot of time on his brother and even his mum. Mentioning his mother, brought up mixed feelings with him, he mentioned her with joy, but sadness hid behind his eyes.

You were eager to hear about his life, and the way he talked about Sam made you miss your own family. You even found yourself giving him some small information, about your family and the life as a hunter.

You were each broken, in such similar ways. Each of you visited the bad memories, maybe not physically like you, but it’s all he though my about. With him, you found like you were understood, just for a brief moment in a world where you were so lost.

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The Time Traveler’s Hunter (part 2)

Summary: Sam and Dean never expected to run into a time traveler, especially not one they could grow feelings for. (Dean Winchester x Reader) (Sam Winchester x Reader)

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1,089

Read part 1 here

“You’re actually here..?” Sam asked you as he stepped slowly towards you, Dean following behind him.

“Uhh... yes, I think so” you laughed before you scratched the back of your head. “Who are you guys?” You asked once again.

“Oh! Right, uh- I’m Sam Winchester... this is my brother, Dean” Sam replied as he held out a hand, smiling as you shook it.

“This is so crazy” Dean muttered, still being unable to hide his surprise.

And finally it clicked... they knew you. You must have time travelled. Crap. Ellen and Jo can’t I know about that.

“Can I talk to you guys outside for a sec?” You asked, already beginning to turn towards the door.

“I time travelled didn’t I? That’s how you know me?” You asked once you got outside.

“Yea, we’ve known you all our lives” Sam replied with a smile on his face.

“Wow... this is... weird” you said.

“We probably shouldn’t have been so weird about this, it’s just that you’re... here. I can’t believe it, I feel like you gonna disappear” Dean said, his eyes beaming as you looked at you.

“You actually told us we should go easy on you when we did finally meet” Sam chuckle, “I guess that didn’t go as planned” he continued, to which you gave him a smile.

“Well, uh, how much do you actually know about me?” You asked.

“Nothin’ really, you said we’d get the proper details when we became friends” Dean chimed in as they both looked down at you. They were a lot taller than the other hunters you had seen.

“You can’t tell anyone about this” you begged, if Ellen found out she really would freak out. Ash would probably thinks it’s pretty cool though.

“We won’t!” Sam exclaimed, clearly trying to gain your trust. You gave him a small nod while your mind continued to race. Now you wish future you could’ve given you a heads up.

“What are you guys doing out here?” Jo questioned, keeping her eyes on Dean.

“We’re coming in” you replied before you walked to the door, the boys following you close behind.

When you walked in Ellen was giving you the usual smile and pouring you your favourite drink. Damn, you loved this bar.

“I just so happen to have a case for you, Y/N. Something about clowns” she said as she handed you a yellow envelope with all the details.

“Sweet, I do love a freaky clown hunt” you said before flipping through the details. The boys were sitting close by, watching you as if you were the ghost of Christmas past. You had to admit, you felt totally weirded out by the entire scenario and hated the fact that future you didn’t give you any warning.

“We should all go” Sam said before standing up to come read about the case. You squinted your eyes, they really weren’t going easy on you at all.

“Uhh, I don’t know about that. We just met. Kinda.” you replied, really wishing you could just do this one on your own.

“Look, we should start over. We didn’t mean to freak you out, but if we go on this hunt maybe we can properly get to know each other” Sam said, giving you a smile that really did ease your nerves.

You let out a long breath and finally said “fine”. You had no idea what you were in for, but you noticed how excited Sam was by your answer.

No time was wasted before the three of you left in the Impala; it was easily the nicest car you had seen.

“Turn that up” you said as you noticed AC/DC playing. Dean immediately cracked a smile before looking over at Sam. He had no problem at all turning it up.

You drove for what felt like hours, and you were getting restless. When Sam stopped to get some food from a local convenience store, you were left alone with Dean; knowing that you should probably be filling the silence with some form of conversation.

“So, what do you already know about me? Maybe I should fill in some details” you asked with a smile, trying to not act so freaked out.

“Not much actually, you told me that I needed to relax and stop being so nosey” he laughed as he turned his head to look at you. “I know that you’re family died when you were a kid, you’ve been a hunter ever since, and that you time travel to see those you care about the most” he smiled, his eyes capturing your attention as he spoke.

“I’m glad future me didn’t spoil all the fun” you replied with a chuckle.

“When was the first time you travelled?” he asked, genuinely curious about what you can do.

“I never told you? I’m not surprised, I think I’ll save that one for a later time” you replied, not wanting to dive into a memory you had so frequently thought of. He gave you an understanding nod.

“When did you become hunters?” You asked after Sam returned to the car, handing out food and drinks to you and Dean.

“Since our mum died when he was a baby” Dean replied whilst gesturing to his brother. “Our Dad become a hunter because of her death, but, uh- he passed away recently” He muttered, avoiding eye contact with you and his brother.

“Sorry” you said, understanding what it’s like to lose someone so close.

“It’s fine.” he replied, clearly repressing his feelings on the matter.

The ride wasn’t as quiet as it previously was. You were able to learn about them and they didn’t push you for your private information, thankfully. You found out about their parents and childhood, the deaths of their loved ones, and even a few hobbies.

You couldn’t help yourself. You were already drawn to them. The way they spoke, and carried themselves had you intrigued, wishing to know more about them. Dean joked around a lot more than his brother whilst Sam kept his attention on you, trying to decipher your thoughts and feelings.

It was safe to say, you liked them. You understood why you were going to see them so much in your future.

“Damn-“ you whispered as you looked down, you fingers beginning to fade away.

“Son of a bi-“ Dean said, being cut off as you found you yourself somewhere else, somewhere so painfully familiar that you wished it’d be the last time.

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