#Also can we TALK about short haired Billy??????

[xetswan]

Youngest Shadow- Crash It

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Today was the day of my 6th Volleyball game out of 14. It’s a Home game.

Every single game has been attended by Jacob, Quil and Embry. Sometimes Sam and Billy. Bella made it to about two. Clearly needing to do her own thing I understood. If I didn’t understand a sport I wouldn’t want to go either.

She makes me sit with her at lunch still, I got kind of close with Angela. She’s cool. She also comes to games but that’s to take pictures, helping with the yearbook committee.

Bella and I walk out of the house together. I see my bike is gone and remembered I had to give it to Jacob for maintenance. Since he offered I was getting it done for free.

It’s also raining so I’m kind of glad I don’t have to choice to ride it. Sometimes the rain drops hurt like a bitch. I lift my hood up, walking behind Bella as we go down the steps. “Great.” She mutters under her breath.

Charlie pulls in with her truck. “Dad I can drive us to school myself.” As we get closer to the bottomed step she slips and falls on her ass. Tripping due to not watching where I was going I go forward.

“You okay, Bells? [Name]?” Charlie climbs out of the truck, helping Bella up and then the both help me. I ripped a new pair of jeans, hissing in pain from my hands I wipe it on my sweater that’s not so new. Luckily I didn’t bleed at all. “Ice doesn’t help the uncoordinated.” Bella frowns at her own joke.

“Clearly.” I groan.

“That’s why I got you new tires.” Charlie points to the red truck. “The other ones were nearly bald.”

“You got me new tires. No one’s ever don’t that before.” Both Charlie and I look at her confused. “I mean… nothing.”

He glances at me, not getting it but he heads to his cruiser.

“I won’t make it to dinner or the game. I’m heading down to Mason County. A security guard at the Grisham Mill got killed by some kind of animal.” He explains to us.

“An animal?” Bella asks, confused.

“You’re not in Phoenix anymore, honey. They’ve been hunting it for a week with no luck. Thought I’d lend a hand.” He puts it simply. “Be careful.” We say in unison.

“Always am.”

“And thank you for the tires.”

I’d thought by now they wouldn’t be so awkward with each other but I am very wrong. The tension is so thick it couldn’t even be cut with a knife.

Change of pov

Rain was still hitting hard. Eric and Bella walk together into Biology. She brushes off her coat as he talks. “And yeah, prom committee is a chick thing, but I gotta cover it for the paper anyway and they need a guy to help choose the music. So I need your playlist.” Eric explains but before the girl can respond Mike comes up behind her. “Come on, Arizone. Give it up for the rain.” He shakes his wet baseball cap onto Bella’s head.

“Terrific.” She walks away, ignoring them to get to her seat.

She freezes once she notices Edward. She straightens her posture, striding to the shared table confidently. Dropping her books in front of him, ready to address him but instead he looks up at her and speaks.

“Hello.”

She stops, automatically stunned. “I didn’t have a chance to introduce myself last week. My name is Edward Cullen.”

She’s too shocked to respond, she wasn’t expecting him to talk to her. “You’re Bella.” He stares, not questioning.

“I’m… yes.” She finally sits, feeling stupid.

He abruptly moves to the edge of his seat away from her. She’s baffled to say the least, smelling her hair as if she stinks.

“Onion root tip cells! That’s what’s on your slides. Separate and label them into the phases of mitosis. The first partners to get it right win the golden onion!” Mr. Molina holds up a gold spray painted onion but disappointed by the little to no reaction.

“Come on people, tick tock.”

Everyone gets to work. Edward pushes the microscope towards Bella, still keeping a distance.

“Ladies first.” She grabs it defensively and snaps the first slide in, adjusting the lens. “You’ve been gone.”

“Out of town. Personal reasons.” He was curt like her, short with his answers.

“Prophase.” She says, going to remove the slide. “May I look?” She slides the scope to him, he looks into it. “Prophase.”

“Like I said.”

He writes it down on the work sheet. He takes a deep breath, turning to her. “Enjoying the rain?”

“Seriously? You’re asking me about the weather?” She seems offended. “It appears.”

“No, unlike my sister I don’t like the cold, or the wet. Or the grey. Or the parkas. Or the turtlenecks.”

There was a small smile that played on his lips.

He actually seemed interested in what she had to say. He studies her like her sister did to him days ago. But she can’t tell if he despises her or not. “What?”

He shakes his head and turns to the microscope, switching out the slides. She continues to stare at him, appreciating his evident beauty. His cheekbones to his lips.

“Anaphase.” She snaps out of her daze to go back to giving a dry look.

“May I?” She mocks him for before, looking into the lens.

“Anaphase.”

“Like I said.”

They change the slide.

“If you hate the cold and rain, why move to the wettest place in the continental U.S.?” He quizzes her.

“It’s complicated.” Simple answer, but he’s intrigued so he pushes.

“I think I can keep up.” She looks at him quickly then looking away back at the scope. He seems to be paying attention very intently.

“My mother remarried.” Another simple response.

“Very complex. So you don’t like him.” A statement, he doesn’t question himself.

“Phil is fine. Young for her but nice enough.” She tells. “Interphase.”

At the end of school she’s still holding the golden onion. She bumps into Edward on accident. “Why didn’t you stay with your mom and step dad? Or your sister?” He waits patiently for her to say something, studying her like before.

“Alright, Phil’s a minor league baseball player, so he travels a lot. My mother stayed home with me and [Name] but it made her unhappy. And my sister has always been a daddy’s girl. So I decided to spend time with my father too.” She explains everything. “But now you’re unhappy.” He states himself again.

“No I… I just.” She turns away, embarrassed.

Back to You

At the end of the day I stood beside Angela and Jessica. Since our game was today I don’t see a point in going all the way home just to come back to the school.

I watch my sister head for her truck, shivering. Once she got there she looked back, making little eye contact with me and then staring at the Cullens. More specifically, Edward? I think that’s his name if I’m remembering correctly.

Their eyes met then there was a loud screech only getting louder by the second. A van skids out of control, heading right for my older sister.

I felt frozen for a second, running over there immediately. The van comes to a complete stop after spinning out. Like something forcefully stopped it. I didn’t see anything as it had happened so fast. The van had only hit the back of the truck, leaving a dent that was definitely noticeable to the eye.

After milliseconds everyone went berserk, roaring into screams of trying to get help, calling 911.

Mike and Eric yell if she’s okay, I watched Edward who was once at his Volvo now leaving the scene. Wanting to ask him what happened I shake my head, pushing the two boys out of my way. “Bells, Bella?!” I cried out, falling down to her level, feeling the pain in my knees from earlier but ignoring it. I took her into my arms as she was obviously in shock.

I ended up driving her and the boy who crashed into her, Tyler a ride to the hospital.

I told him to shut up on our way there. Even sitting in the room as they got checked up on I sat there glaring at him.

Minutes later, Charlie rushes in. “Bells, are you alright?“

“I’m fine dad, calm down.” She assures gun but it’s not enough. “I’m so sorry Bella. I tried to stop.” Tyler apologizes.

“It’s okay Tyler.” Bella tells him and I scoff. “It sure as hell is not okay.” Charlie says, I nod agreeing. “Dad it’s not his fault.”

“We nearly lost you.”

“But you didn’t.” She says, I pull her into a hug since Dad is glaring at Tyler like I once was. “You can kiss your license goodbye.” He sternly tells the boy and I watch his body falter.

I notice Dr. Cullen approach us and if I didn’t know anything I would’ve thought he was a movie star. I didn’t pay Trenton to what they were talking about. I focused on his face, observing him as he talked. Just like I did with his foster kids. Then I heard Tyler apologizing once again, since I was closest I closed the curtain getting a fist bump from my dad.

“It would’ve been a lot worse if Edward hadn’t knocked me out of the way.” Bella says ignoring dad and I’s antics.

“Edward? Your boy?” Charlie asks only to not get a response.

Dr. Cullen adverts his eyes, I watch Bella press. I’m guessing she knew something that was making him uncomfortable. “It was amazing he got to me so fast. He was nowhere near me.”

The blonde man smiles.

“As long as you’re safe.”

We leave the treatment area. “I just have to sign some paperwork. You better call your mom.” He points to Bella.

“You told her?! She’s probably freaking out!” He just shrugs and walks off.

She pulls her phone out and I laugh, earning an eye roll. Then we both look down the hall, hearing an argument. “Stay here.” She orders as if I was so much younger than her. She gets a little closer to whatever was happening.

Not meaning to but the curiosity getting the best of me I do the same thing.

“This isn’t about you. It’s about all of us.” It was Rosalie. I raise an eyebrow but Dr. Cullen definitely saw Bella, taking Rosalie inside his office.

I sit for a moment, but I see Bella talking to Edward so I just walk the other way, pulling out my phone as I felt it vibrating.

It’s Jacob calling, shit.

I answered it quickly. I forgot all about my Volleyball game that’s in… 35 minutes.

“Hello?” I spoke to,

“Hey, where are you? Are you okay? I heard something about an accident with you and Bella?” He freaks out, i why shush him trying to calm him down.

“Hey, everything is fine. No damage was done. Bella was apart if it but no scratches, just a bump on the head. I’m sorry I should’ve called.” I told him, hugging my self with my open arm.

“Oh, I’m glad you’re both okay, I’m glad shes okay.” He sighs like he had just been holding in a long breath.

“Yeah, yeah. Everything is good. I’m just going to keep watch on Bella for a little. Could you let my coach know what happened. I’m sure she knows but y’know?”

“Totally understand, I will let her know. Call me later tonight?” He sounded hopeful and I smile to myself.

“Of course, I’ll call around 9.” I say

“Can’t wait…”

“Knock it off.”

I was going to ask what he meant by that but I hear the other guys in the background and I laugh.

I hung up, not seeing Bella come up to me, she grabbed my shoulder causing me to jump and almost drop my phone.

“Who was that?”

“Jacob. He asked if we were okay since he went to my game as usual. Seeing I wasn’t there freaked him out.” I take a deep breath through my nose.

“I completely forgot about that. We can still make it.” She says in a hurried tone but I shake my head.

“Coach wouldn’t let me play anyway. There’s no point.” I laugh, putting a hand on her arm.

“I’m sorry.” She frowns.

“No need, you should call mom though.”

She whines to herself, pulling her phone out again.

Charlie walks out and we go outside. I drove the truck home.

Later that night I call Jacob like I told him I would. He tells me about the game since they stayed due to Quil wanting to.

“It would’ve been a better game with you for sure.” He says and I could hear the smile.

“I know, I’m just so amazing.” I brag, playing with my tongue piercing as I hear his laugh.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have boasted your ego.”

“What ego?” I jokingly say.

I look over ti my clock, seeing the time and it was already 11:30.

I was surprised Charlie hadn’t come and told me to go to bed.

“Ah, we should go to bed.” I start to say, I heard a small thump from Bella’s room upstairs and I stood up carefully strutting towards the door.

“[Name]?” Jacob calls, I snap out of whatever trance I was in. Not hearing anything else from Bella’s room so I go back to my bed.

“Sorry I got distracted. Goodnight, Jake.” My voice was a little raspy from being tired.

“Goodnight.” He ends up hanging up the phone and I lay back in my bed.

Thinking about everything that happened today.

Chapter three, unedited.

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[messedupfan]

Chapter 16

Summary: After finding out about your possible attendance at Tommy and Billy's big day, Vision decides to pay you a visit.

A/n: Hello! This one is short haha Also did any of y'all get to see the eclipse? Crazy!! Enjoy!

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You and Pietro are staring at the blueprints for the building that the company has been working on. There was a measurement off on an area which has made the work halt until someone can figure out what went wrong. The two of you are trying to decipher where the issue is and what the best solution would be when Vision storms onto the job site. 

“Vision, you're not allowed to be here. You're an unauthorized civilian in a construction zone,” Pietro says as he steps around the table to prevent his former brother-in-law from moving further into the unpredictable space. 

“I'm here to speak with Y/n. I'm not leaving until I do,” he states and you aren't sure what he could possibly want with you. 

“We are trying to work,” Pietro glares at Vision. “Actual life threatening work, not standing pretty in a room full of hungover college students.” 

Vision looks at Pietro for a moment then looks back at you. “Do you have a minute?” 

Pietro is about to say something when you decide to cut in. “Just this once, Vision,” you grab a spare hard hat and plop it on his head. “Regulations, I’m sure you’ve taught your students about them.” You pat him on the back before guiding him out of the construction zone. He takes the hard hat off and roughly returns it to you as he fixes his hair. “What is so important, Vision? I’m needed inside.”

“I want you to stay away from the tournament,” he states. 

You lick your lips in thought and look past him to the job site. The concrete mixing machine is spinning and you fantasize for a moment about pushing Vision into a space and burying him in the concrete. You shake the thought away and look back at Vision. “Why would I do that? Tommy and Billy invited me.” 

“That doesn’t matter, I’m uninviting you. They are my boys and if anyone is going to be there to support them, it’s going to be me!” Vision says as he tries to intimidate you. His reasoning for keeping you away confuses you. Why does he really not want you there?

“Vision, no one is saying you can’t be there. Why are you making this a ‘it’s me or you’ thing? This isn’t about either of us, it’s about your sons. I have been helping them practice and they want to show me that our hard work has paid off. Why is that such a bad thing?” You ask, instead of agreeing to stay away. You knew that he was going to make this into a thing, but you don’t understand why it has to be. It’s not like you are dating Wanda or trying to replace him as his kids parent. You don’t understand why he has such a problem with you. 

“I know that you have been helping them. You know how I know? Because they don’t stop talking about it. I have friends and colleagues that have children in their class. What kind of father will people think I am if Tommy and Billy give you all of the credit? I don’t want them to run to you when they win. They will be running to me because you won’t be there. Understood? You are to stay away,” he says bitterly and now you understand what’s happening. He doesn’t want his image of being an involved father to be affected. It upsets you that he could easily earn that credit and praise by spending time with his kids. But he relies on everyone else doing the heavy lifting and keeping their mouths shut. You find it ridiculous. “The tournament is happening on my weekend. So I have to be there. They aren’t your kids, you can make up some excuse and not show up. Or else,” he threatens. 

“Do you have something to support your ‘or else’ or were you hoping that was enough for me to agree to cancel?” You ask, bored of this conversation. 

“Just, leave my kids alone. Okay?” Vision walks away and you sigh. You knew when you accepted the twins invitation two weeks ago, you were going to upset Vision. You didn’t realize that you were making him feel insecure as a parent. You return to work to try and push the encounter out of your mind. 

The issue turned out to be a simple adjustment. Everyone cheered because it could have been much worse. It could have taken weeks to fix. There could have been a fatal accident. It could have cost materials that would have taken weeks to replace. It could have been missed until inspection and that would have had the building demolished. The list of scenarios could go on and on. You and Pietro are more than happy about the results of an easy fix. 

You forget all about Vision's visit until during your lunch break when Pietro asks what the man wanted. “For me to stay away from Tommy and Billy’s tournament,” you shrugged. It was something you were expecting but you didn't think he would cause a scene at your place of work. 

Pietro nods and takes a bite of his food as he looks at the other crew members around the two of you. “Did he say why he doesn't want you there?” 

“Kind of? The gist of it was he's an absent father and he doesn't want the rest of the world to know that,” you shake your head and laugh a little as you think back on the conversation. “I tried to threaten me but there's nothing he can do. I'm still going.” 

Pietro makes a face, “Threaten you? How so?” 

“Well, he just said,” you clear your throat as you get ready to imitate the British man. “Stay away or else!” You roll your eyes. “It's ridiculous, he didn't have anything to say when I asked him what he would do. Because he can't do anything to me.”

“Maybe not to you, but he could do something to my sister. Or worse, he could pull the boys out of that class or make sure they don't show up to the event. I don't know.” Pietro pushes his food around his plate. “All I'm saying is that he can't do anything to you but he can do something to them. So maybe, don't go.” 

You frown as you consider Pietro's advice. He was right. Vision might not be able to touch you but he can hurt Wanda and her kids. 

Later that night, when you're picking up Rachel from Wanda's house, you feel terrible as you think of the ways Vision can hurt them and the only thing that you can do is comply and hurt them in a different way. “What's on your mind? You've been more quiet than usual,” Wanda asks as she hands you a clean plate to dry. 

“I um,” you aren't sure if you should tell her about the encounter earlier. But I'd you're considering canceling on her boys, you can't lie to her. “Vision came to see me today. He doesn't want me there to support the boys next Saturday.” 

“What?” Wanda stops scrubbing the pan she was cleaning. “Are fucking kidding me?” She scoffs as she shakes her head. She figured that Vision would come to her when he found out about you attending the event. She can't believe he dislikes you so much. She truly doesn't understand it. “What did you tell him?” 

“What I told him and what I’m considering are conflicting,” you truthfully tell her. “I don’t want Vision to do something to the boys or even become a bigger headache for you.” 

Wanda nods, she knew that whatever Vision threw at her, she could handle it. However, she agreed that the boys shouldn’t get affected by their father's tantrums. She takes a deep breath. “What are we going to tell them?” 

You are a little touched when she includes herself in this conflict. That this isn't something you have to deal with on your own. “I haven’t figured that part out yet. I wasn't sure if I should fight him or not.” 

“I know how much the boys would love to have you there but,” she sighs as she hands you the last dish. “Vision can't hurt either of us and he knows that. I don't want to believe that he would do something to hurt his kids but, let's face it. His priorities aren't exactly where they should be.” You dry the plate and set it aside as you nod. “So, we're just going to have to tell them that something came up and that you won't be able to attend. But we'll wait until the end of the week to tell them. Make it seem more urgent.” 

You nod with a deep frown. It hurts that you had to cancel on the boys. They've been so excited during the practices that you've done with them since that first night. You don't want to disappoint them but it's better that it's you and not Vision. 

On the day that you do have to break the news, Tommy called you a stupid head and said that he didn't want you there in the first place before he stormed up to his room. Billy just cried. Rachel asks you a million questions on the way home. It makes you feel terrible. Nothing could have prepared you for the heartache you felt when you said that you couldn't be there for them. 

In the middle of the week, Vision had a basket sent to your apartment with a thank you note. You tossed it in the trash. You couldn't believe that you let him win. All you could do was hope that they'd forgive you or at least forget about the let down. 

You tried to forget about it the rest of the week. On Friday, your friends want to go out so you join them. You don't drink as much as you have in the past when hanging out with them but you, Bucky, Steve, and Darcy end up staying out until close to three in the morning. The four of you had a lot of fun. The night started out at a simple bar with a few drinks then it led to one of those modern arcades with a bar. At a certain point, you noticed that  Steve and Bucky had gone missing. Darcy claimed that it happens every time she hangs out with them so you didn't question the disappearance. And when they reappeared, you were having too much fun to realize that they had switched shirts. 

Everyone ended up crashing at your place instead of going to their homes. You chose to sleep in Rachel's room to give Darcy your bed while Steve and Bucky crashed in the living room. You plugged your phone in and slipped into a dreamless sleep. 

In the next afternoon Darcy is shoving you awake. “Answer your damn phone! Some of us weren't made to sleep through natural disaster!” She grouchs as she continues to shake you. 

Groggy and discombobulated you squinted through your eyes as the bright sun shone through the blinds. You stretch and yawn as your phone starts ringing again. It's louder than you remember it ever being. You quickly answer the call before checking who it is. “Hello?” 

“Y/n, thank goodness!” Wanda says urgently. You spring up in bed, alarmed by her tone.

“What happened? What's wrong? Are you okay? Is it the boys?” You say as you get out of bed. 

“Woah, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I mean, it's an emergency but it's not a life threatening one,” she says, a little calmer this time. 

Your body relaxes instantly. “Sorry, I'm just waking up. I had um quite a night. Anyway… What's the emergency?” Darcy shouts that you're being too loud so you step out onto the balcony. 

“Hold on, are you with someone?” Wanda asks instead.

“No, that's just Darcy,” you say. “She spent the night because we were out late. Bucky and Steve are here as well. But ignore all of that, why are you calling?” You check the time and frown. “Shouldn't you be cheering the boys on soon?” 

“Vision dropped the boys off and disappeared,” she says. “I can't get a hold of him. Every time I call it goes straight to voicemail. I asked Tommy and Billy what he said when he dropped them off but their answer wasn't helpful. They're devastated,” she continues and it seems like she's going to say more but instead she says. “Sorry, I don't know why I called I-” 

“I'm on my way. I'll be there as soon as I can,” you interrupt before she says that she shouldn't have called you. It makes you happy that she called you for this. “I've got to get ready, I'll see you in a bit. Bye,” you hang up the phone before she can protest. 

You quickly inform Darcy that you have to leave and why. She stops you from grabbing your keys. “Not so fast boo boo the fool. You smell like sweat and booze. Shower first, I'll put together some clean clothes and then you can go play superhero.” You don't think you have time but you do have an odor and you don't look very presentable. In fact, you'd hope that they'd refuse entry to someone in your state. 

You quickly rinse off the previous night and throw on the clothes that Darcy laid out for you. Steve and Bucky are sitting at the kitchen table and Darcy is making them coffee as you pass them. “Darcy, you have my spare right? Please lock up before you leave.” 

“What? Why does Darcy have a spare and I don't?” Steve asks, offended. “We've been friends longer.” 

Darcy taps his head, “Hush, they’re on a mission.” She looks up at you with an innocent smile as Steve scratches his head. “Don't worry, I'll be sure to lock up. Now go, go!” 

You thank her before racing out of the building. When you arrive, you find Wanda consoling her boys with their Sensei. Someone steps out of the gym and when the door opens you can hear that the event has already started. You jog over to Wanda. “Hey, I'm sorry I'm late. Traffic was just,” you don't get to finish your excuse because Billy crashes against you and greets you with a tight hug. You wrap your arms around him. “Hey buddy, it's alright,” you say gently as you carefully pry him off of you. “What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be in there kicking butt?” You ask as you level with him. 

Billy wipes his tears, “I couldn't because I was sad.” 

You frown, “Sad? Why were you sad?” You move some of his hair out of his face and pull a bandana out of your pocket to help wipe his tears out of his prescription goggles. 

“Because my daddy didn't want to be here and neither did you,” he admits and your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. 

You shake your head. “That’s not,” you sigh and look behind him to Wanda standing beside Tommy, he is giving you his best death glare that reminds you a lot of Vision. “I’m sorry that I made you think that, Billy. I thought that there was something more important but I was wrong. Nothing is more important than seeing you and your brother compete today.”

“Really?” Billy squeaks as his eyes start to brighten up a bit. You can see so much of Wanda in him. You grin as you nod. 

“Billy, sometimes we are given two choices and I don't always pick the right one. But you are smarter than me. So I'm going to give you,” you point to his chest as you speak, “two choices. Number one, you can quit now and we can all go home. We might watch a movie but there will be nothing to show for it. Or number two, you can show everyone in that room what your Sensei has taught you and what we have worked on together. You and your brother could win trophies and get new belts and then we can go out to celebrate. Which one do you think you should pick?” You try to make one option seem a little more appealing than the other to try and get him inside. 

Billy looks at you then to his mom, then to his instructor, and lastly, he looks to his brother. “Do you want to?” Tommy had his arms crossed over his chest with an angry frown and a deep scowl. You could tell that between the two, he was the one that refused to perform. His way of having control over the situation. Something that he was learning from his father. If you don't give him what he wants, he tries to take something away. In this case, he's not getting his father's approval so he's making it so that they don't participate. It hurts Vision’s image, which isn't something that Tommy knows much about. He can't stop playing his father's words over and over in his head, don't embarrass me. 

Tommy steps forward, “If we go in there, are you going to stay?” 

“I'm going to stay,” you promise. His features soften and he grabs his brother's hand and takes him over to their Sensei. The three walk through the double doors and run to their corner. Wanda walks over and gives you a tight hug, much like Billy had. 

“Thank you so much,” she says into your chest. 

“Wanda, as much as I love being in your arms, you're holding me back from keeping my promise,” you say as you give her a quick squeeze in return. 

“Just a second longer,” she says before she finally releases you. “You are incredible,” she says as she leads you inside. A volunteer stops you from walking further. 

“Do you have a ticket?” She asks with a bright smile. You quickly pull your wallet out of your pocket. 

“No, I don't actually,” you say but Wanda stops you. 

“Nonsense, after what you did for my kids, I've got you covered,” Wanda hands the woman her debit card despite your protests.

“Okay, you two are good to go,” she says then she pulls out a clipboard with a sheet of names and contact information. “I'm also supposed to ask if you would like to sign this petition to get more funding for programs like these. Is that something that you would be interested in?” The woman is a little more flirtatious in her approach and you are thrown off. You size her up as she is clearly eyeing you and you smile at her politely. She bites her lip as she leans a little forward to expose a bit of cleavage. 

“Sure, I love to support a good cause,” you say as you take the clipboard and pen to write down your name and phone number. She asks you a couple of more questions before you and Wanda are able to walk away. 

“That girl wants a date with you,” Wanda mutters once the two of you are sitting in the stands. “I’m assuming one without any clothes.” You shake your head with a laugh.

“Please, it was just a tactic to get my signature,” you say as you lean in close so she can hear you. 

“Oh. So I should judge you because it worked on you?” Wanda asks in a playful tone but there is a layer of truth. 

“No, I just thought the cause was worth supporting. What you should be concerned about right now is that Billy is up next,” you say as you point to the floor where Billy is stepping onto the mat. Wanda reaches for your hand and holds it in a tight grip. You don’t pull away, more than happy to give her some sort of comfort. You felt just as nervous watching Billy out there. You record as much of the match as possible. Something for Wanda to send to Vision or people in her family that couldn’t be there. 

In the middle of the tournament, your stomach starts to growl and ache painfully. You excuse yourself to buy some snacks at the concession stand. Because neither of her boys are on the mat, Wanda watches you from her seat. On your way back to the stands, the woman stops you for what looks like a quick chat. She cleanches her jaw when the woman touches your arm as she laughs at something you said. She tries to ignore the pang of jealousy she feels as you continue to talk to the woman. You come back to her side when Tommy stands up to enter the mat. When you return, Wanda pulls you close to her and her eyes search for the red haired woman. As soon as she makes eye contact with her, Wanda wraps her arm around your waist and steals some of your popcorn. You laugh because you notice her odd behavior but you don’t question it. Not as much as Wanda is. 

When the event is over, Tommy and Billy run to you to show off their awards. You give them high fives and tell them how proud you are. Wanda gives them hugs as she tells them the same. Then they take your hand and race you over to their friends. She puts their prizes in her tote bag as she gets ready to leave. Tommy and Billy have other plans. They have you show each of them how to do the moves you managed to teach them in the past few weeks. Wanda stands back and watches with a wide smile. She snaps a few pictures as she watches but she doesn’t want to view the moment from her phone screen.

“Excuse me,” the volunteer from earlier says quietly to Wanda. “Hi, my name is Nebula and I just wanted to apologize for flirting with your partner earlier. I consider myself to be a girls girl and I didn’t realize that you two were together,” she rambles and Wanda holds her hands up to stop the girl. 

“Slow down, we’re just friends,” Wanda corrects her. The words feel wrong coming out of her mouth but she couldn’t stop them. It was like an automatic response every time someone implied that you and her are a couple. 

“Oh,” Nebula fails to stop the smile from growing on her face. “Is Y/n seeing someone?” She turns to watch you playing with the kids. 

“No. No, they are single,” Wanda knew this girl was being friendlier to you than just getting another signature for a petition. She didn’t want to be the one giving Nebula this information. But no matter what she was feeling, she wasn’t going to sabotage you. 

Nebula nods as she continues to watch you. “Do you think they will be creeped out if I use their information from the petition to contact them?”

Wanda watches the girl for a moment and thinks about telling her to back off. That if anyone should be asking you out, it should be her. But was Wanda ready for a relationship beyond physical pleasures? She doesn’t know. And because she doesn’t know, she wasn’t going to gatekeep you. Just in case she isn’t ready for a long time. “I think maybe that’s exactly how you should do that. I’ll get to win a bet if you do,” Wanda says jokingly. 

Nebula nods and nudges Wanda with her shoulder, “I’ve got you. Make it a good bet.” She winks, “Thank you. I hope to see you around soon.” 

“I’ll give the toast at the wedding,” Wanda jokes again and Nebula walks away laughing. 

“Oh, would you look at that, I think she had her eyes on you this whole time,” you say as you walk up to Wanda with both boys wrapped around and hanging onto each of your legs. Wanda shakes her head. 

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” She steps closer to you and puts her hand on your shoulder. “Let’s get these two some ice cream,” she says loudly and the boys let go of your legs to jump up and down as they cheer. She messes with their hair and tells them to go wait by her car. They start to shove each other on their way out of the building as they race each other. 

“Still no word from Vision?” You ask as you scrape the sides of your cup to get every last bit of chocolate ice cream out of the cup. Wanda checks her phone and continues to shake her head to see the lack of responses from Vision. She eats her ice cream and gets some of it on her nose. You wipe it off with your thumb and smile. “Mmm, maybe I should have gotten that flavor instead,” you say as you lick the ice cream off of your thumb. She smiles back at you.

Tommy and Billy are running around the playground while you and Wanda sit on a bench and watch them play. “I don't know if I should take them home with me or drop them off at Vision’s house. I don't know how Vision will react because I'm not even sure why he didn't show up.” 

Your smile drops and you look away from her as you shake your head. “I can't believe after the tantrum he threw that he wasn't there for them. He sent me a thank you basket. Which, I don't want to know how he got my address to begin with-” 

“He is unbelievable and I am going to be tied to that man for the rest of my life,” she shakes her head again. 

“They're pretty great reasons to be tied to him though,” you compliment the boys, making Wanda smile as she watches them chase each other around. 

“They are,” she says and then she looks at you. “Will you join us for dinner? I'm thinking that we should go somewhere nice.” 

You look at her and when your eyes meet, you want to kiss her. The only thing keeping you from doing that is the fact that her kids could witness it and ask questions that you're not prepared to answer. “Um, yeah, I’d love to. As long as we split the bill.” 

Wanda considers insisting on paying for everything but that's not what will catch your interest. It's not a collection of times she has done something for you and you have done things for her. Leaving an imbalance of power between the two of you always. No, you are someone that seeks equal partnership. “Fine by me,” she says. 

Your phone goes off and Wanda's heart jumps in her throat from the anticipation. She hoped that the Nebula girl hadn't decided to reach out so soon. “It's a grocery list from Darcy,” you say as another message comes through. “And she and the guys have finally vacated the premise,” you laugh as you respond to the messages. She didn't realize she was holding in her breath until you spoke. Wanda relaxes as she continues eating her ice cream. 

“They’ve been at your apartment this entire time?” Wanda asks with a light laugh of her own. 

“Apparently, and now I'm all out of food,” you shake your head.

During dinner, Wanda has to excuse herself to take a call from Vision. You distract the boys by being silly to make them laugh, then you ask each of them to tell you about their week since you haven't seen them since last Friday. They go on and on about assignments that they enjoyed or hated. Like how Tommy is bummed about a book report but that Billy is ecstatic about it. He’s already read every book on the list, which he conveniently avoided telling the teacher. In gym class, there is a push up challenge that Billy isn’t thrilled about at all but Tommy is more than ready for. They talk about some playground drama where you find out that your daughter has been married and divorced three times throughout the week. You laugh when you find out that she's currently married to a girl named Kate in their class. 

You fondly remember your days in primary school when you were officiating weddings for Jean. She married half the class by the end of the school year. But she never married you back then. She told you that one day she would and then she kissed you on your tear stained cheeks. 

When Wanda returns she looks frustrated and you feel for her in her situation. “That was your dad,” she starts as she sits down. “He will be by the house tomorrow with your school bags but you're staying with me tonight.” She can't look at her boys as she stabs her food with her fork. She was still very worked up over the conversation. Billy puts his hand on her arm and she nearly breaks. 

“Wanda, do you want to know a trick I use to make water taste really good?” You ask her as you hold your glass up. She looks at you with a fragile expression before she takes your cue. She grabs her cup and you show her the trick you've learned over the years of how to drink something in order to avoid crying. It seems to work and she compliments that the water does taste better. The boys don't believe it so they try it and their brains trick them into believing the technique did anything to change the flavor. 

“Thank you,” Wanda mouths when she has calmed down. You shrug in response as the meal continues on. 

After dinner, you follow Wanda to her house with Tommy in your car and Billy in hers. He wanted to make sure that you came to their house to play video games and because you wanted to earn their trust, you agreed to drive with Tommy in the car. Wanda thought it was sweet that you cared this much about her boys. 

The four of you play three different multiplayer games together. Some rounds were kids versus adults and others you and Wanda would team up with one of the twins. The games went on until nine at night and that's when the kids wanted to watch a movie. You and Wanda sat at opposite ends of the couch with both boys sitting in the middle. When they both went quiet Wanda recruited you to help her take them to their beds. 

Once the two were settled in their beds you helped Wanda with cleaning up the mess in the living room by taking care of the cups while she reset the gaming setup. Putting controllers to charge and setting game cases on the game shelf in the cabinet. When all is said and done Wanda walks you to your car. 

“Thank you for today,” she says as she stands close to you with her hands in her back pockets. “You'll have to let me know if that girl messages you. I have a lot riding on that bet,” she jokes but her eyes look at both of yours and then land on your mouth. You've heard about this tactic, it's a signal to let you know she wants to kiss you. Suddenly you feel a little nervous. Any kiss the two of you shared could be dismissed with being under the influence or having heightened emotions. But right now, there wouldn't be any excuse. There would just be. 

It was a terrifying thought. 

“I’m sure you'd be devastated to lose the chance to choose my next haircut,” you retort as you lean in closer to her. Even when you're talking about a potential relationship with another woman, the only person on your mind is Wanda. The two of you gravitate towards each other until your lips meet. The kiss is short but meaningful. She smiles at you when the both of you break away before she bites her lower lip. You smile back at her as she steps away from you. “I'll see you later?” You ask as you open the door to your truck. 

Wanda nods, “Yeah, I'll um, I'll see you later.” 

“Okay,” you say softly. “Goodnight, Wanda. Sweet dreams.” 

“Sweet dreams, Y/n” she repeats and waves goodbye as you climb into your truck. She watches you drive away from the front door. She decides then that she doesn't need to be exploring her sexuality anymore. None of the people she sleeps with make her feel nearly as alive as that simple kiss did. As she lies in her bed, she goes through all of her dating apps and deletes every single one of them. She doesn't need them anymore.

Chapter 17

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

I have a light one that’s kind of dumb.

🐶🐱

AITA for wanting a dog even though my sister/housemate does not?

To start, nobody is allergic to dogs or has a fear of them, she just doesn’t want it.

(if ages and gender are important, we’re both f in our early 20s)

I grew up on a farm with lots of animals. There were always cows, I had goats, there were chickens, ducks, barn cats and of course, 1-3 livestock guard dogs at a time.

When I was 16, I had a senior spaniel who had to be put down due to heart problems. Ever since I have been asking if I can have another dog but my parents have said no.

Around a year ago now I sold my goats and moved out of my parents house into an apartment. The apartment didn’t allow any pet bigger than my little gecko.

Then, about January, my older sister started messaging me with images of houses on a realtor site. So we looked at houses. I agreed to buy a house with her 1) so she could move out of our parents house and 2) because being by myself in the apartment with no real friends wasn’t really that good for my mental health.

To her credit, she did get a kitten from our farm and let me keep it, although I didn’t really want a house cat. The main reason I wanted a dog was for the amount of exercise it would need, and I would have to take it for long walks. Not to mention litter boxes aren’t my favourite thing to deal with. Still, I am glad I have a little animal to cuddle.

Additionally, most of the times when I bring up wanting a dog or getting a dog, it’s either in a jokey matter or it’ll be in contrast to something (for example there was a shady guy hanging around our street the other night and we don’t have an actual alarm for our house, so I went “yknow if we had a yappy little chihuahua it would be an alarm enough” or something like that) to which she will reply something short and growly along the lines of “you’re never getting a dog in my house”

Her reasons she gives for not wanting a dog? Number one, it’s “her” house. (It’s in both of our names, I paid half the down deposit and I pay half the mortgage and bills, and I pay for the Wifi. I’m not paying her rent, we both own it) Number 2, her friend is allergic to horses. (A friend that never comes over to our house anyway, and I understand fur allergies are complicated but it’s a dog. We aren’t anywhere NEAR horses! We live in town!) (this one is also BS because sister wants to buy a farm and have Clydesdale horses) Number 3, it sheds. We have a cat. The cat sheds more than the breeds of dogs that I really like or want. One of my favourites are the Xolo dog. Which has no hair. At all. Number 4, the cat is scared of dogs. (She isn’t. She’s never seen one in her life. I can get her used to having a dog around easily, even if she starts afraid. I’ve done it before when our parents have gotten new dogs around new cats.)

I’m not going to go behind her back and bring home a dog (even though there have been opportunities to get a free puppy multiple time) but I’m not going to stop wanting to have a dog or wanting to get one or talking about what dogs I like.

Our grandparents are moving to town and selling their farm next year, which sister wants to buy with me. I told her I’d like to move out of town into a farm, but only if she let me get either a dog or a donkey to protect our property against coyotes. (Especially considering we both want chickens if we get a farm)

She got really pissy at me about that, and stormed off. AITA here? I think she’s being a little unreasonable. I’m not a bad pet owner at all, I work with my animals as much as possible. I had my billy goat following me around the farm without a lead before I sold the goats, for pineapple’s sakes!

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[afewproblems]

98 for Robin?

98. "Hold me back!"

Ahhh thank you very much for this! I'm sorry it was so late nonny!

This is taking place in the same universe as this piece which you can also read on AO3

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"I swear to God" Robin moans as she smacks her head onto the counter, "I will walk into traffic if I have to explain the plot of Labyrinth one more time". 

Steve puts the money from the recent rental into the till and shrugs, "I dunno Birdy, I liked your take on it this time". 

She snorts, finally cracking a grin, "you just liked the look on her face when I talked about how half the movie is Bowie's package and the other half is Muppets". 

"Potato, Tomato," Steve hums, closing the till with a soft snick.

For a Saturday opening shift it had been strangely slow. 

They had their usual guests during the day, screaming children with parents who were clearly at the end of their tether. Irritating teens who stole as many snacks as their thieving little backpacks could handle. Movie nerds who asked for as many titles as they could think of before settling on something so obscure there was no way they carried it -or on the off chance Family Video did have it in their inventory, it was already checked out. 

However, with half an hour until Keith was set to arrive for the closing shift, the front door bell jingled harshly to announce a new presence in the store and in an instant Robin’s stomach falls into her shoes. 

Because Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins have just walked in. 

Robin has dealt with assholes from highschool before, she had to wear a sailor outfit with shorts for her last job for fucks sake, but she’s also never gotten into a physical fight with any schmucks from her forth period algebra class. 

Steve on the other hand…

He’s on the other side of the counter all of a sudden, standing in between her and Tommy.

His expression seems neutral, but Robin can read the line of tension in his shoulders as Carol whispers something into Tommy’s ear.

"Welcome to Family Video," Robin says, her voice clipped and stony, "it's two for one Saturday and all the sections are labeled so you should be able to get in and get out". 

"Come on, we just got here," Tommy scoffs, he's glaring openly at Steve while Carol seems to be scanning Robin, watching her carefully.

"Boy, you really do have a type huh Stevie," Carol sneers from Tommy's side, "at least this one plays an instrument, she's just as stuck up as Wheeler though from what I remember".

"If you guys don't want to rent anything, then leave," Steve says slowly, deliberately with wary hostility.

"You're suddenly so fucking tough huh?" Tommy scoffs, stepping closer towards Steve.

Carol moves with him but her eyes widen slightly in surprise, she grabs at his arm and pulls just slightly, "Tommy--"

"I'm not going to fight you man," Steve sighs, running a hand over his face and into his hair, Robin watches as his shoulders droop ever so slightly.

She knows Steve has complicated feelings about his former friends, they'd known one another for such a long time and those old feelings don't just disappear.

He'd been hurt to see Tommy and Carol gravitate towards Billy so easily. To egg him on as he bullied Steve their senior year, the tables turned so suddenly it was like whiplash.

Well, Steve may feel conflicted about his old shithead friends, but Robin has no such compunction.

"He won't but I will," Robin blurts out, the words run away from her faster than she can even catch up to them.

Steve closes his eyes, his expression pained while Tommy and Carol both turn to her with equal looks of surprise. 

Huh, it's the first time in her life she's ever seen Carol Perkins speechless and it's glorious. 

Robin lets the thrill of it carry her forward until she's stepped around the counter to stand beside Steve.

“Yeah, Steve's gonna have to hold me back,” Robin snarls as she grabs Steve’s hand and places it on her own shoulder. 

Steve gives her a withering look as he mimes pulling a zipper over his own mouth.

"You let your bitch off her leash huh Harrington?" Tommy says with a lecherous grin as he stares at them both.

He lets out two barks and laughs again as he swings an arm around Carol's shoulder, her tinkling laugh joins his own and Robin can't believe this is even happening. Did she hit her head getting out of Steve's car this morning?

Fuck this.

"Funny stuff Hagan," Robin bites out, "your ass must be pretty jealous of your mouth for all the nasty shit it gets to spew in public".

"What did you just say to me?" Tommy snarls as he stomps closer, his ears have turned a ruddy pink that matches the flush crawling up his neck.

Carol tries to reach for his arm, whispering, "just drop it Tommy, let's go," but he wrenches away from her and continues forward, only stopping as a flat palm catches him in the chest.

Steve stands his ground in front of Tommy, looking down his nose with cold eyes. 

Steve told her about the last time he and Tommy had squared off. It was just before Robin spotted Steve outside the corner store while she waited for her mother to pay for their things, the aftermath that she hadn't thought much of at the time, but now…

Steve walks forward, using his height to his advantage to tower imposingly over Tommy, his face twisted into a vicious snarl that Robin has only seen one other time, underneath Starcourt.

"Get out, I don't want to tell you again Tommy," Steve says lowly under his breath, just loud enough that Robin has to strain to hear him. 

Tommy's eyes narrow as his mouth pulls into a sneer, "and what are you gonna do about it, you're not scary Harrington," he grins despite taking a step back as Steve continues forward, pushing them towards the front door. 

"I don't have to be scary, but I do have an in with your drug dealer and I can make it impossible for you to score for as long as you live in this godforsaken shithole". 

"You're bluffing".

"Try me," Steve whispers just as the bell dings again at the front of the store. Tommy doesn't look away from Steve even as Carol exclaims a small, 'oh', beside him.

Robin smirks and leans back against the counter, raising her hand in an enthusiastic wave towards the entrance, "hey Eddie!"

Tommy curses under his breath and wrenches himself away from Steve, just in time to see the murderous expression on Eddie's face. 

Carol takes the opportunity to grab at the sleeve of Tommy's shirt and drag him the last few steps away towards the door, they give Eddie a wide berth as they pass. 

Tommy glares at Steve and Robin the entire way, muttering curses under his breath as Robin blows them a kiss with her middle finger.

The bell jingles again as the door swings open and falls gently closed, leaving them in an uneasy silence. 

"You guys okay?" Eddie says quietly after a beat, he steps towards Steve, his brow pinched with concern.

Steve nods silently before turning towards Robin. She expects a lecture from the frown on his face but blinks in surprise as Steve pulls her into a tight hug.

"Don't do that again," he mumbles into her hair, she opens her mouth to speak, to insist that she doesn't need a babysitter like his gaggle of children.

"I know it's just Tommy," Steve breathes out as though reading her mind, "but I don't think I could handle it if something happened to you Robin, I mean it". 

And all at once the fight drains out of her as Robin wonders just how she wound up with someone like Steve Harrington in her corner. 

"I wasn't going to let them talk shit," she huffs, despite pressing even closer, she feels his head shake against her own.

"I can take a hit and I'm not going to let some asshole have a chance to go after you too," he says sharply. 

Robin rolls her eyes and steps back just enough to look him in the eyes, "remember what your annoying child friend said, if you die, I die".

She shrugs at the incredulous expression on his face, "what? Smartest thing that kid has ever said". 

"You're ridiculous," Steve whispers and there's so much warm affection in his voice as he squeezes her once more, that Robin has to bury her face in his shoulder to hide the sudden shine in her eyes.

Eddie seems to take this as his cue to move forward and let his hand rest on Steve's lower back, the pinched look fading slightly as he smiles at Robin. 

"Well, my original plan was to take Stevie here, out after his shift, buuut I'm thinking the three of us are in need of a night on the town, what do you say Buckaroo?" Eddie asks with a waggles of his eyebrows and a wide grin. 

"I'll come if you never call me that again," Robin says with as much of a straight face as she can muster.

Steve barks out a laugh as he leans into Eddie's side, "oh you've done it now Buckaroo". 

Robin squawks and flaps her hands at Steve until he ducks away behind Eddie who immediately shields his face with his hands. 

"You think way too highly of me if you think that's where I'm aiming," Robin says dryly, snorting as Eddie gasps and lifts a leg for further protection, prompting them both to collapse into a fit of giggles while Steve watches fondly.

They all eventually relax, falling into an easy conversation as Steve and Robin finish up the last of the morning duties. The tension from earlier fading away as Eddie sits on the counter top, with his eyes on the door, watching out, just in case.

#platonic stobin #robin buckley pov #steve harrington #eddie munson #tommy hagan #carol perkins #afewproblems writes #afewproblems answers #stranger things #we love protective steve harrington #protective robin buckley #robin buckley is ride or die #eddie munson is the supportive boyfriend that loves their shenanigans and is definitely hoping for robins approval #steve x eddie #more of this universe because I love the idea of these three being friends before season 4 #wip weekend #I know no one voted for my askbox list but its been haunting me

[winniethewife]

It's undeniably real (Layla El-Faouly x The Moonknight system x Reader)

Chapter 1: Then, it's the best feeling I've even known

Words: 1282

Warning: sex mentioned not described.

Three months ago when my best friend, and childhood crush, Layla El-Faouly reached out asking if I would like to possibly be in a threesome with her and her Husband Marc I was surprised. One they never seemed the type for Non-Monogamy, and Two I was pretty sure Layla was over her Bi-curious phase a long time ago. It was a pretty amazing night. I was pretty sure I would never have sex that good again, but I was very wrong. I have sex like that all the time. About a week after that night they had invited me over again, this time, I found out a lot more. About Marc’s DID, About Steven and Jake, about Moon-knight, and their adventures around the world. I felt like I could probably take that all into stride as their friend, then came the next surprise.

They asked me out.

They wanted me to be in a relationship with them, all of them. I had felt like my heart stopped that second. It took me sometime to process it and decide.

It had been a long day at work, I had just managed to get in the door and get out of my work clothes when there was a knock at the door. I went to take a look though my peephole It was Marc. I opened the door with a half smile on my face.

“Hey, Marc. Come on in.” I smiled and gestured for him to come inside.

“Hey, I’m sorry to not call or something before coming over I...I needed to see you.” He says in his usual gruff voice. He needed to see me? This was something else.

“Oh, um Okay.” I closed the door after he walked in. “Is something wrong?”

“Look, I thought it would be a good idea if, I asked you on a date, and they Want to ask you on a date as well, Especially Jake, He and Layla, don’t exactly get along…It’s a long story.” He seemed anxious about it, about asking me out.

“Does Layla also want a date? Is this some kinda trail period? First four dates free?” I try to lighten the mood with a joke. Marc smirks and chuckles.

“Yeah, something like that. I’m sure Layla would enjoy that. Sorry…this is still new to me…to us.” He rubs the back of his neck and averts his gaze.

“And not to me.” Admittedly my last triad hadn’t ended well but I had more experience in this than they did. “Anyway you feel about it is totally normal. Its how you act on those feelings that matters.” We sat in the living room for hours after that. Talking about how he felt, talking about how the others felt, and talking about how we all felt about Layla. I put my hand on his knee at one point and he after thinking for a second put his hand on mine, and that’s when I think I knew, no matter how those first dates went, I was saying yes.

~

Now three months later I’m grocery shopping with Layla, trying to figure out what one of the boys wrote on the shared grocery list, her arm around my waist as I’m holding the list.

“I can’t read Jake’s handwriting, what the hell does this say?” She points at it.

“Horchata Mix.” I laugh

“How can you read that?”

“He leaves me little love notes, like in the book I’m reading or on my bathroom mirror. I had to figure out what they said. So I made a cipher.”

“Well Jeeze, For all the times I managed to get him to talk to me all he could do was cuss me out.” Layla chuckles. Layla and Jake had a rough start of it, when He first showed up he brought chaos into their lives again and after they had just managed to settle down again. Layla had every right to feel like she did, but Jake also had a right to live a life, and for some reason, He really liked living his life with me. Which made me think of our first “free date”

~

“Dress for dancing. Can’t wait to see you. -J” That’s all the text said. The text made me laugh. The short black dress that hugs every curve of my body, the comfortable dance heels from my days in dance class, delicate makeup, hair done nicely. I thought I did well. I was surprised when Marc and Layla had said Jake wanted to take me out first. Apparently he had practically begged. I thought they were kidding at first, until I had gotten the text from Jake. Once I was ready I checked my phone to see a text from Jake.

“Outside. –J”

I felt my heart start to race as I left the building. He was standing outside his car, a flirtatious smirk on his face, It was a little odd to see Marc’s body but know it wasn’t him, how he held himself, the way he dressed, it was all very different. I walked up to him. I looked him over for the first time, he was dressed very nice, dress pants, white button up, dark tie, and the pageboy cap pulled over his dark curls was a good touch.

“It’s good to finally meet you Hermosa. You look stunning.”  His Spanish accent was a bit of a surprise.

“Thank you Jake, It’s really nice to meet you too.” I smile and lean in to kiss his cheek, a soft chuckle leaves his lip before returning the favor.

“Tu eres muy dulce…” His Honeyed words hit my ear and a shiver goes down my back. He opened the car door for her and she sat down in the car. As we drove to the dance hall we made some simple conversation. We pull into the parking lot of the dance hall and Jake is a gentleman the whole way in, opening doors, taking my hand, ordering my drink, it was quite sweet. But I had no idea what I was in for when we hit the dance floor.

He takes one of my hands in his and his other wraps around my waist, and he gives me a warm smile. It was my turn to surprise him by knowing where to hold myself in a starting dance position, a small smirk on my face as he chuckles and we start to dance together. I feel my heart thumping in my chest as His dark brown eyes met mine, something in the quality behind them, was different then when Marc looked at me. Everything about him was sensual, every touch, every turn, every second I felt like I was dancing on air. At some point we took a break and sat down to talk.

“Where did you learn to dance Muñeca?” He asks

“I took a bunch of classes in college, and some more recently with my ex. ” I answered honestly “And you?”

“If I told you I’d have to kill you.” He says with a chuckle. I laughed.

“Alright keep you’re secrets Lockley.”

“How else am I gonna keep you on your toes? Hm?” He wiggles his eyebrows at me and I couldn’t help but laugh again.

~

I put the blue bag of Horchata Mix in the cart with a smile then looked up at Layla. Her coffee eyes looked at me with an affection I had learned to enjoy over the last three months. I was thankful every single second I had with them. I had learned many times over the years that love like this is rare and fleeting, I just hope this time it lasts.

~

Masterlist

Chapter 2

#moon knight #marc spector #x reader #jake lockley #layla el faouly x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #moonknight x reader #fluff #steven grant x reader #polyamory #poly representation #moon knight system #moon boys #layla el faouly #Spotify #steven grant

[billys-pretty-babe]

Billy

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : It was a big commitment but nonetheless, you were willing to make it for the man who turned your life completely around.

pictures are from pinterest

Warnings : Swearing, illusions to smut, Billy has a PA piercing

Word count : 1,285

A/N : This came up in conversation with my friend so I had to write it for her 💙

You looked in the bathroom mirror, lifting your loose top, just to cover your nipples as you looked at the ink that now decorated your body. Billy had gotten your name tattooed on him the day of your six month anniversary, it sat right where his heart would be, in pretty cursive. As soon as the two of you got together, people doubted that he would be able to commit to you given the fact that he had slept around.

Now, it's been two years and you finally took your own leap of faith, getting his name tattooed under your breast. The placement was beautiful and you also knew he wouldn't miss it considering how much he stared at your breasts when you were naked. The front door of the apartment opened and you heard his heavy feet, quickly dropping the shirt back down to cover yourself.

"Baby?" You smiled. "Bathroom! Give me a sec." You turned off the light as you walked out of the bathroom. He took his steel-toe boots off, sighing at the relief of being able to freely move his toes without having to worry about dropping tools on them. You walked over to him, kissing his shoulder and he smiled. "I'd hug you but I'm dirty, let me take a shower and we can eat." You nodded, shooing him into the bathroom as you grabbed his towel and cloth as the water turned on.

You looked through his clothes, grabbing a pair of shorts and underwear for him, knowing he'd most likely not even put the underwear on. You walked into the bathroom, Billy was already in the shower as you saw his body behind the foggy shower door. You jokingly whistled and he put his left hand above the top of the shower, his middle finger on display for you and you both laughed.

"I put everything on the counter." You heard him snap a bottle shut. "Thank you," he said over the water, making you smile as you left the bathroom, leaving the door open as you went to the kitchen, reheating the dinner you had made a few hours after your tattoo appointment. Almost an hour passed before warm arms encircled your body, Billy's chin sitting on top of your head.

You placed your hands over his as he swayed you gently, kissing your head before separating from your body, looking through the fridge as he grabbed a beer. "Want one?" You shook your head, "No thanks." He nodded as he cracked his can open. His hair was pulled back into a low bun. "Billy," you grumbled, "where are your underwear?" He snickered, lips on the can still. "No need for them." He was cocky, you'd give him that.

"Dinner's almost ready if you wanna sit at the table." He shook his head, grabbing the silverware. "What're we eating?" You glanced at him, "Spaghetti and garlic bread." He whistled and patted his stomach, "Sounds good, I'm starving." You laughed, "I packed you lunch this morning." He shrugged, "And I ate it in like ten minutes." You laughed once more and nodded.

He grabbed the cups and took them to the small dining table before going back into the kitchen. He handed you the plates, "Make yours, baby. I can make mine." You looked at him, "Are you sure? I really don't mind making your plate first." He shook his head, "Make yours first." You nodded, making your plate of spaghetti first, grabbing a piece of bread and you sat at the table, the cups filled with water.

He sat across from you, thanking you for the meal before the two of you began eating as you both talked about your day. The room fell to a comfortable silence as the two of you ate. Billy finished first, making you laugh. "Are you gonna get a second plate?" He shrugged, finishing his water. "If I get hungry again, I'll get another plate." You nodded and he left the dining room and the water in the kitchen began running. You finished your own plate of food and walked into the kitchen where Billy was washing his plate and fork. He looked over, sticking a soapy hand out to you. You handed him the plate and thanked him.

You both did your nightly routines together as he stood behind you at the bathroom sink, mouth sudsy form the toothpaste, his toothbrush in his hand as he gave you a smile, making you laugh and toothpaste got onto the mirror, making him laugh. He followed you back into the bedroom once the two of you were ready to lay down.

No one would ever believe but Billy was a velcro dog in human form, everywhere you went, he was there with you, even if he was just watching you, he always wanted to be with you, hence the Polaroids in his work locker of you. He laid down, groaning as he moved his back around, trying to get comfortable.

You laid beside him and he raised a brow and you finally noticed the perfectly shaved line. "What?" He laughed, "Think you're forgetting something," he said as his pretty eyes drifted to your shirt. You usually slept shirtless because you got too hot so skin to skin was perfect to keep you at the right temperature. You took the hem in your hands before lifting it over your head, tossing the shirt onto a nearby chair.

The tattoo was visible to him at this point, it was just a matter of minutes before he would see it. He smirked, hands going to your waist and you laughed, squirming slightly. You watched his eyes trail down your body and you saw the moment his eyes locked onto the tattoo, his eyes widening, pupils dilating. His fingertips on his right hand trailed up your side gently as he leaned onto his elbow, getting a closer look at the tattoo.

"When'd you get this?" You smiled, "Around noon." He nodded, still looking at the ink. "It looks really fucking good, holy shit." His fingers itched to trace it but it was still an open wound, he'd have to wait until it was heeled to do that. He finally looked up at you, a little smile on his face. "You love me, huh," he asked cockily, his smile turning into a smirk and you gently pushed his forehead away from you.

"Only a little bit," you teased, making him laugh. He tugged you so that you fell onto his chest. His left hand went to your jaw as he leaned in and kissed you, his right hand trailing underneath the black comforter, gripping the small of your back, trying to bring you closer even though it was impossible.

"God, it looks so fucking good on you," he mumbled against yours lips, "perfect placement too." You laughed, smacking a quick kiss to his lips. Your hand went to the tattoo on his chest, thumb rubbing where you knew it was. "I love this," you said, pulling away slightly to see the tattoo.

"Oh yeah? I have something you'll love even more in my shorts," and with that, he turned the bedroom lamp off, the room completely dark, making you laugh. "I can't see you." He softly hushed you as the moon lit up the room softly, just enough for you to see his broad back as he kissed down your torso, lips latching to the skin right below your belly button as he sucked.

That night, he showed you just how much he truly loved that tattoo, your toes and fingers going numb, spots in your vision and a soreness between your legs that you happily welcomed.

#billy hargrove fanfiction #stranger things billy #william hargrove #billy hargrove x f!reader #billy hargrove x female reader #billy stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove #billy hargrove fluff

[mystargirl-interlude]

𝙻𝙰𝙲𝚈

Billy Hargrove. heart throb of Hawkins Indiana, he could have any girl he ever wanted. Im not going to sit here and lie and say I don't have feelings for him, he's treated me nicely but that doesn't mean he wants me? I don't look like the other girls in Hawkins, I know beauty is not my lack but the way I'm treated it feels like that.

im not popular so the day billy came up to me during the last semester of junior year was a big shock to me 

sitting in French class listening to mrs Roberts give us our last graded assignment before the school year ends I can hear billy and Sarah talk about their plans for the weekend.

Sarah she is by far one of the most stunning girls in Hawkins, basically a Bridget Bardot reincarnate, gorgeous pale skin, honey blonde hair. what wouldn't you love about her? 

getting out of my thoughts by the bell ringing I grab my stuff and go start walking to my locker to get my books for my next class. 

billy Hargrove

I needed to get my grades up in French class because there's most likely nothing more embarrassing than having to repeat a class

so what's better than having the pretty smart girl tutor me?

her

feeling the presence of somebody next to me I look over and see billy next to me 

"hi?" I ask

"y/n right?" he asks with a smirk

"yeah! did you need something?" 

"so I was wondering if you could help me with this grade for French class because the last thing I need is to repeat junior year" he asks

"oh yeah of course, what do you have in mind?" I ask 

"your house, say 7 a'clock?"

"yeah, sounds great! here's my address." I say giving him a piece a paper 

days pass and study session after study session pass. but also meet ups where we didn't necessarily study 

"bi-billy if we don't finish these flash card you're gonna fail" I say against his lips while I'm in his lap 

"just five more minutes 

...

a few days had passed and I would say we had something going on, we had made a few appearances at parties and I wanna say things were going well.

until he passed his test 

he stopped showing up to my house  he stopped talking to me and every time I tried to make conversation with him we would give me short answers and walk to carol and Tommy but then I see him with Sarah at school basically all hours of the day

I would say me and her were aqaintenced. we would stay hi to each other in the halls she would smile to everyone she passed, she was the sweetest thing on this side of hell  but I soon stopped talking to her  once she started being around billy and she didn't seem to mind 

did I ever tell you I'm not doing well?

the more he was with her the more I became obsessed with her I loathed her.

on the outside it would seem like I was in love with her. its like a girl crush in a different font.

every time she would compliment me it was like bullets on skin, that's how much it impacted me, being complimented by the most gorgeous girl in school. 

I kept going to parties until I didn't. the one time I didn't go to a party  I didn't expect much to happen because nothing ever does. it was the week before school ended and the Monday after the party.

the moment I walked into school all eyes were on me. walking the halls confused I feel my best friend robin pull me to the side and pull me into a hug 

"what's going on why is everyone staring at me?" I laugh confused 

"billy and Sarah were seen together all night at the party and they left together" she says really fast 

eyes watering I put a smile on 

"why would I care we were never together anyway" I laugh walking away 

making my way to French class I go to the back of the class putting my head down the class starts to fill up 

picking my head up I see Sarah is in front of me. staring at the back of her head she has a ribbon in her hair. I try to hate her I really try but I can't. it's like she's made out of angel dust.

she turns around to face me and gives me a soft smile like she feels sorry for me

its like she's out to get me.

I hate her I hate her I hate her 

but I don't. I hate my rotten mind for how much I worship her. 

billy comes in 5 minutes late and sits down next to Sarah 

I write in my journal deciding not to give him any more of my attention 

I feel his eyes on me but I can't bring my self to look up at him 

I begin writing what I feel to be a poem but I have the melody that I can't get out of my head 

lacy, oh lacy, skin like puff pastry 

tears fall on my paper and  thank god the bell rings because I couldn't stand to be around him anymore 

bolting out of the class room I hear my name being called by an all to familiar voice but my feet can't stop moving and I exit the school 

hearing footsteps behind me I turn around to see billy behind me with a saddened look on his face 

"y/n." he says in a hushed voice 

uncontrollable tears make their way out of my eyes 

"I'm sorry I can't" i say

"but I understand why you chose her, how could you not?" I whisper with a saddened smile 

I walk away before he could say anything else and I leave for the day 

night time rolls around and I get a call

picking up the phone its a call from the principle saying I don't have to return to school and I can start my summer break because I finished all my last tests early 

me and robin end up spending summer break in California with her friends Nancy and Steve along with Nancys brother and his friends the first week we are there we spend almost all the time at Venice beach 

"this is by far the best ice cream I ever had" mikes friend dustin randomly blurts out

"hey!" Steve says offended as he used to work at an ice cream shop

"what! its true" dustin gets cut off by a very familiar woman coming up to us 

"hello I know this seems very strange but would it be okay if I talked to you for a minute?" she says looking at me 

"oh! um sure " I reply standing up from the beach towel following her to the sidewalk 

"im sarah doukas with the storm modeling agency and me and my assistant saw you and couldn't take our eyes off you, you have a one of a kind look that we haven't seen for years, we can't even remember how long we have been trying to find someone with your beauty. would you like to make a contract with us for our new Chanel campaign?"

(I know that's not how it works shhh😭)

that's the first time I have heard the name Sarah and didn't want to break down

"oh my god! I absolutely love your work I knew I recognized you from somewhere, holy shit um yes I would love to!" I reply 

"great, here's our card and fittings are next week, just call the number and we will give you all the info" she smiles walking away 

shocked I quickly walk back to the group immediately pulling robin into a hug telling her what just happened 

"wait you got scouted by THE Sarah doukas??????" her and Nancy yell 

"who's that?" Steve asks oblivious to what's going on

weeks pass and so does the best day of my life. this is the first time I don't feel like I'm being drowned by Sarah and her looks I finally feel like I'm my own person 

after the photoshoot I somehow make friends with THE Naomi Campbell we exchange numbers and Chanel gives me basically a full wardrobe of clothes from them for free and they tell me my pay for the photoshoot which let me tell you was way more than I would have ever made working at the diner for a year 

but all good things come to an end and we have to go back to Hawkins to begin  the school year but the magazine comes out 2 weeks after school starts and I'm hoping people will finally look at me different but also I'm hoping they see me different now that I changed, I cut my hair just above my shoulders and I no longer have old out dated clothes.

I feel like I have grown as a person these past 3 months. Sarah no longer consumes my thoughts and neither does billy. I don't feel like throwing up every time I hear about them. I have come to peace about it 

I no longer feel like she's out to get me

for once I am actually excited to start the school year 

#billy hargrove x reader #stranger things x reader #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x reader smut #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove blurb #billy hargrove angst

[randombush3]

Blame It on the Dog.

florence pugh x reader

summary: you make flo a little annoyed when watching her cook

words: 1978 (short 💔)

warnings: none! (god can u believe it)

notes: requested by @kassies-take - thank you so much. this was so peaceful and relaxing to write.

also i’m an awful cook so don’t ask me what she was making

Having proper meals has never been your top priority in life. Earning enough to put food on the table, yes. Eating the food on the table? That could wait.

Then your girlfriend came along, begged you to live with her, and decided she’d be your personal chef until the day you die (and she’d run into oncoming traffic before allowing the cause of death to be malnutrition). Breakfast is always fresh and healthy and too good not to eat, and as lunch can be on-the-go and busy, a hearty dinner finishes your day. Like bookends.

Sometimes, Flo gets lonely and talkative – usually when you’re not around to sit at the table and nod along to her monologue – hence her personal cooking show on her Instagram. It goes smoothly because she has no distraction, bar the scavenging dog and her impeccable music taste (which you don’t tend to like because it gets wacky and you have enough strangeness in your life through her), and her followers keenly watch every part to her lengthy story because they love her and the food looks good.

The food is good; so good that she frequently doesn’t have to make dessert.

“Y/n,” Flo grumbles, prodding you with a jittery index. You recline on the sofa, having been lazing around ever since you stepped through the front door.

She’s been on edge recently. Nothing’s come your way, but you can sense that something (or someone) has worsened her general anxiety and caused her to become restless and, frankly, a little irritating.

“Hm?” You open your eyes. “You okay?” She nods, fingers playing with the bow of her apron, rubbing the fabric between them. “Oh, is dinner ready?”

“No, I was just about to start on it,” explains Flo, perching on the arm of the sofa, fingers now walking up and down your forearm.

“You seem antsy.”

“Do I?”

You raise your eyebrows, wondering why she’s in denial. She’s quite upfront most of the time, and you say, “yeah, you do. You look like you’re about to stress-cook a five course meal.” She slides down the arm, landing lightly in your lap. “What’s wrong?”

“Just people.” Ah. Rumours. Normal things. “I’m going to film a Cooking With Flo – I was just telling you in case you wanted to watch.” Two years and you’ve never seen the entirety of your personal cooking show. You might catch the end if you get to the kitchen early.

You press a kiss to her lips. “Sounds fun. I’ll be your first live human audience.” Billie barks from the other side of the sofa, where she has been matching your mood and napping on a handmade cushion Flo picked up when filming in Morocco. “Sorry!” She turns away from the both of you in a huff, and Flo calls after her saying she cherishes her company more than yours. “I’m going to push you off me in a second.”

Dramatically, she groans. “My girls hate me, do they? Good thing millions of people can be my friends instead.”

“Fuck off,” you joke, wrapping your arms around her waist before she can saunter off. You bury your face in her hair, breathing in the smell of a shampoo that was yours originally but stolen and carted off round the globe by her. “I love you. I know you’re stressed.”

“Y/n…” She hates trying to be cross with you because she hates failing. She relaxes into you. “I’m just going to cook it out. Are you coming or are you both going to be couch potatoes?”

You pat Billie’s bum. “We forgive you for making us compete for your love and affection.” Billie grunts in agreement. “But my associate here is demanding cuddles as compensation. Specifically, cuddles for me – oh, that’s so kind of you, Billie – involving a kiss or two or three, and maybe some state of undress. Scandalous, but you have to pay the price.”

“And this is all Billie’s idea?” she teases, turning around and straddling you. If you had been looking at the dog, you would have seen her roll her eyes. “Definitely not yours.”

“No, I would never ask for that. I think Florence Pugh is a bad kisser.”

She frowns, standing up. “I’m never kissing you again. Billie gets all my love from now on.” To top it off, the dog follows her as she exits the room, tail wagging like she knows she is suddenly number one. You trail after them because there’s nothing else for you to really do.

It makes your girlfriend quite smug to see you observing her every move, staring when her hips sway to a song she’s only playing because she knows you hate it. The music barely registers in your mind as you settle your gaze on her, only tuning into her commentary to keep you grounded. Otherwise you’d probably pounce on her.

Deciding to satisfy an alternative hunger (she’s adamant that you can’t sleep with her until you retract your statement from earlier, but you’re a stubborn woman and refuse), you reach across the worktop for the chopping board, pulling it towards you. Flo is in her own world, filming what’s happening on the stove, talking to her phone. You wash the chopped cherry tomatoes down with the margarita she made both of you, sliding the board back to a similar position it was in when she left, pretending you’ve been sitting there doing nothing the whole time her back has been turned.

“I’ve prepped the–” Your guilty expression and the sudden decline in tomatoes cause her to stop recording. “Did you eat them?” You shake your head. Shamelessly.

“Billie ate them.”

She glances doubtfully at the dog, who is eating her own dinner, then back to you. “Billie jumped onto the worktop, and, despite the fact she doesn’t like tomatoes, gobbled half of them up?”

“I guess so.” You waggle your finger at the very innocent dog; no wonder she naps by Flo’s feet more often than yours.

Flo furrows her eyebrows, amusement slowly tugging the corner of her lips into a soft smile. She continues recording. “Sorry about that. I prepped the tomatoes, but someone ate half right from the chopping board. If you ever find yourself with a food thief in your kitchen, the best way to recover is to make yourself an even stronger margarita and reassure your dog that you don’t believe one word of the blame placed on her.” She looks directly at you.

“It wasn’t me!”

“Right, Y/n.” She rolls her eyes at the camera, using your arm on the worktop as a stand for her phone. You whisper to the microphone that she trusts you very little and that it is perfectly realistic for Billie to steal food from you.

The next time you take something is when she bends to put the vegetables in the oven, handily facing away and very focused.

She leaves the feta out, temptingly right in front of you. You have a whole shelf stacked with packs and packs of it in the fridge so you resolve that it won’t hurt.

Eating feta while looking at her bum (her jeans are very flattering – you remind yourself that she’s your girlfriend of three years and that you are very much allowed to stare) would be a perfect evening if she didn’t seem to still have a ‘songs Y/n hates’ playlist on shuffle. Once she’s finished her detailed explanation of why she’s now baking everything in the oven, she ends the video, uploading it to her story and catching you in the act. You freeze

“Caught feta-handed.”

Her face is so serious that you laugh, ultimately choking on the cheese and needing a long gulp of your cocktail to fix it.

“I would never eat your ingredients. I’m telling you that it’s Billie!” The dog is on the other side of the room. You pout at her. She ignores you and updates everyone on what’s baking.

“The cherry on top will be this white wine sauce that my friend showed me a few weeks ago.” It’s a good sauce. “Then all we’ve got to do is take everything out of the oven, toss the salad and add the feta, and we’re done!”

Her glass is empty, and so is yours, so you grab the bottle of tequila from the cupboard and start measuring things out in the cocktail shaker. You mix the drink and give Flo hers in a glass chilled from the freezer, kissing her cheek before returning to your seat. You groan once you get there, asking how long she’s going to be. You are so hungry.

“Y/n, can I use this one?” She holds up a bottle of Delas Freres. A sixty pound bottle. She makes faces at the camera while you decide.

“Do we have another bottle?” She shakes her head. “I mean, Mum gave it to you, so it’s your choice.”

“Guys,” she says, addressing her millions of friends, “this wine is one of my favourites, but if you don’t want to use your prized white in the sauce, you could easily use something else. But I’m gonna bung it in – Y/n’s mum loves me and will get me another bottle.”

You took Flo to meet your parents a month into seeing her. They used to FaceTime you to check in, now they only call your girlfriend. It’s okay because her family would much rather have you stay over.

She has far too much trust in you, because you drink a sixth of the bottle the minute it’s open and her attention is on something else. By now, she really should be expecting it but her mouth still forms an ‘o’. “Y/n!” She’s slightly offended now. “Why am I cooking if you’d rather eat everything raw?”

When Flo gets cross with you – which is rarely something super serious – she folds her arms and furrows her brows and sits in a hip; a perfect replica of her mother. You can see her prepare her war stance, eyes widening. She settles into an upset frown, over exaggerated for sure, and you exhale in relief. Thankfully it won’t be your last breath.

You make a big show of enjoying the food once she’s finished, not being able to bear the glint of actual hurt in her eyes. Part of you is convinced she’s acting, but you’re trying to make it up to her just to be sure. You might have taken your teasing a little too far. You can fix this.

“I’m not going to touch you no matter how many times you moan.” You swallow your water quickly, nearly choking; it’s a close call. “I know the food is delicious. You know the ingredients are delicious.”

“I was hungry.” She waits. “And thirsty.”

“You are definitely thirsty.” A euphemism. She’s proud of herself for that one.

You decide to change the topic slightly, knowing that something’s going to be slammed on the table in either direction that this current chat is going. (One is a world where she forgives you, the other is where she does the opposite.) “Has the response been good so far?” Your fork clatters against your polished-off plate. There’s a slight smirk of satisfaction creeping onto her lips. “Don’t be so pouty.”

“I am not being pouty!” You laugh. “And the response has been excellent, thank you very much. Lots of nice things said about my cooking.”

Her phone sits on the worktop. You grab it on your way back from putting both your plates in the sink, unlocking the device and going onto Instagram.

A few people have commented on your mouse-like tendencies.

You snap a picture of her pouty/confused/entertained expression, adding it to her story captioned: ‘she doesn't like it when cooking with flo becomes eating with Y/n’.

tags: @pewpughpew @ridlz @jeyramarie @flosbelova @kassies-take @delfiore @yelenabelovasbxtch @sophie-xox @slut4milfs69 @sunshadesnrainbowz

#florence pugh fanfiction #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh #florence pugh x y/n #florence pugh one shot #florence pugh fluff #florence pugh imagine #florence pugh x you #cooking with flo

[dilf-whore]

my kind of girl (part 5)

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pairing: billy hargrove x f!reader

genre: friends to lovers! , fluff

summary: you grow closer and closer with the redhead you tutor… and maybe with her stepbrother too

A/N: part 5! sorry it’s pretty short but i hope you guys still like it nonetheless. let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! alsooo this would probably be an 8-part series 😗. thoughts/comments are also appreciated! send in requests too 💗

requested: no

requests are OPEN

masterlist

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A few days has passed and the middle school’s Snow Ball is coming up, leaving Max all jittery and excited. Billy would often spot her in front of the mirror trying on some jewelries or go through her hair and do a bunch of hairstyles. 

Meanwhile, you and Billy have grown closer, he’s technically attached to your hip. Despite judging eyes around you, everything just seem alright whenever you’re with him - you really enjoy his company. He’d wait for you outside the classroom and grab your bag for you. He would also find himself quickly smiling like a fool whenever he sees you. The past few days were nothing but pure bliss for Billy. He can’t seem to point it out but, he sure does feel some odd things he never felt around a girl before.

It was lunch time, you and Billy were sitting across each other as he talks about his life back in California. “You know, I’m a pretty good surfer” he says, taking a bite from his food. “That’s so cool! You used to go to the beach often huh?” you ask as you place both your elbows on the table, resting your chin on the back of your hand. “Uh-huh, my mom would bring me there and we’d just - have lots of fun” he replies.

You take a sip from your juice box and lean closer towards Billy, “tell me more about her”. His body perks up, you smile as you see his beautiful blue eyes suddenly twinkle.

“Well first of all, she’s gorgeous of course i got my handsome face from her! she’s so supportive, and caring. There’s this one time...” You watch him talk about his mom with his whole heart, hands making gestures - moving from one place to another, your food already forgotten as you both got so invested. 

He grabs his wallet in his pocket and takes out a photo of him and his mom. “That’s her” he points at the blonde woman. You hold the picture, fingers brushing against each other, “she’s gorgeous Billy. You both look so happy here”

・°☆

The night of the Snow Ball finally comes and you’re at Max’s room doing her beautiful red curls. You braid the front part of her hair and bring it to the side to show her face more. You clip it in place, earning a soft “ow” from her. 

“Sorry, had to make it a little tight so that it won’t get ruined” you say as you apply a little blush on her freckled cheeks. You hold her by her shoulders and make her face the mirror, “you’re so pretty” you compliment. An awkward smile forms on her face, not used to being dolled up.

 “Thanks Y/N. Still feel weird with this hair and face stuff, but I still love it though. I appreciate it”

A soft knock is heard and you signal the person to come in. Billy opens the door and stares at Max - a smile threatening to form but he’s too shy to do so, “you look great, Y/N did a good job” he finally say. “Ready to go?” he asks.

・°☆

Billy parks beside the middle school gym, Max hops out of the car and goes to you and his step brother, “are you sure that you’re really okay with waiting here the whole night?” you nod in response.  “Especially you?” Max adds as she points at Billy, remembering how he’d leave her behind if she’s late even for a minute. But, that was before he learned how to be patient, “yes, I’m sure” he replies.

“Okay then” she says as she runs off, waving you both goodbye.

“so... what should we do while we wait?”

You go in front of Billy with a grin, “we can dance” you suggest.

ABBA’s Dancing Queen is playing in the background and you start swaying your body side to side and move your arms to the beat. He puts his weight on his car, crossing his arms as a small giggle escapes from his lips. You continue to dance along and do twirls from time to time, Billy watches your hair flowing perfectly as you move and your figure being perfectly lit by the moonlight.

"You’re so pretty” he mumbles to himself.

・°☆

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[puniyo]

Thoughts about ep 6:

(All image credits go to weibo)

*I greatly enjoyed the second couple, short and hilarious for a good intermission between the heavy drama that is coming.

*Someone give P'Yai the award for BEST wingman, brother, cupid, genuine pure-hearted retriever.

*Let's appreciate for a second how beautiful Tharn is in traditional costumes (and long hair! Damn I will gladly go to hell for long hair)

*On the same line, Tharn in a black suit? I almost can't finish writing this because I just keep staring at him. (And that mole under his eye... really enchanting as per Billy's words)

*I appreciate that the female characters in the story are not potential love rivals but Dao is annoying the wits out of me. Besides showing at the wrong time when Tharn and Phaya are talking, she had the audacity to ask the grandma to convince Phaya to change jobs?? No, no, no, if there is one thing I hate is people dictating what jobs we can do or not.

*Chalotorn is manipulative but damn I love the character. He elevates the love triangle to a higher level and makes the plot more intriguing. For those who expected Tharn and Phaya to be lovey dovey, sorry that's not going to happen to soon. The boys are still in the courting phase and after learning that Tharn's past lover has died, I can totally understand why he refuses to let himself openly love Phaya (because his heart already loves him). Tharn is not worried that he will get hurt, he is worried that Phaya will get hurt, but doesnt know how to communicate that. Phaya, on the other hand, openly loves but is too impulsive to wait to peel down the walls around Tharn. And Slow Motion? He just simply knows how to manipulate and push the buttons to keep the boys away. At this point, I wouldn't mind a flashback or a dream sequence about Tharn and Chalotorn, so that Tharn can finally accept that he truly loves Phaya and for Phaya to be consumed by jealousy, hehe.

*For those saying that Tharn is stupid and shouldn't have punched Phaya, did we all remember that Phaya also slapped him and it was all because of the lack of proper communication and making too many assumptions? Chalotorn spoke with Phaya when Tharn was on the restroom while this time he purposeful locked Tharn inside the car when speaking with Phaya. The boys are both unaware of the context and in the heat of the moment, your brain will use the quickest strategy - fight.

*Let's finish this post with a longing Tharn. Because I just love him too much and Babe is my newest obsession.

#babe tanatat #the sign the series #thai bl #the sign #billy patchanon #ep6 #the boys need to talk #i did enjoy the ep #despite the subs being messy #protect Yai #protect Khem and his antics too

[bluesylveon2]

After much deliberation, I think I'd love to see Rook with "I Won't Say I'm in Love" from Hercules. It started me on a brainstorming spiral. And! The little bit at the end where Megara holds the nile flower to her chest? Imagine Yuu doing that with Rook's hat. I just really like the idea, that out of all the possible options, they fall for that guy.

It could be fun if instead of the muses it's the ghosts of ramshackle, and instead of falling onto a statue, Yuu falls into the arms of a ghost that looks like Rook. Yuu doesn't know how to process these feelings and the ghosts are being menaces.

So when I first saw this ask, I was like "I got this 😎" Famous last words right there lol. I did enjoy messing with Yuu/MC tho. I hope you enjoy it, anon!

Word Count: 933

Notes: the ghost names are: Billy = short one, Don = tall one, Harry = fat one. I picked the sames based on the Lonesome Ghosts (what Ramshackle is based on) and used the actor's names

Warning: not beta read, possible ooc characters, and one irl reference

"-man!"

"-enchman!"

"HENCHMAN!!"

"Ah!" Yuu jumped and dropped the item in her hands. She frantically looked around the Ramshackle lounge. Her eyes landed on Grim, who was jumping on the other side of the couch. "Yes, Grim?"

Grim crawled up on Yuu's lap, "I'm hungry! Feed me some tuna."

"Oh, I am. I'm sorry, Grim. Let me get you your tuna for dinner," Yuu stood up, grabbed the big purple hat, and walked towards the kitchen with Grim following behind to sit down. 

"You had a starry look in your eyes when you were staring at that hat. Were you thinking about Rook again?" 

"NO!" Yuu exclaimed while placing the hat on the dining table. She opened the pantry and grabbed a can, "Why would I be thinking about him anyway? He is weird, mysterious, and a bit creepy."

Grim put his paws on his hips, "Mhm, sounds like your type."

Yuu almost dropped the opened can of tuna, "Grim! Eat your tuna!" She shoved the can into Grim's paws. He barely had enough time to catch it.  

"Hey, this is premium tuna! Besides, what I said was true."

Yuu rolled her eyes and approached the refrigerator to hide her blush, "I only see Rook as a friend. We are just friends."

"I don't know. You don't sound happy saying that," Grim stopped eating his food to stare at Yuu, "You two have gotten pretty cozy after the Island of Woe incident. I would say a bit too close to be just friends."

"It's not like he is on my mind all the time, or I think about his laugh or the way his hair flows just right in the wind, or how eccentric he sounds when he speaks French…." Yuu sighed, grabbed a random container, and kicked the fridge closed. She headed towards the microwave to warm up her food. 

Curse Grim for putting him in my mind! 

"Is Yuu talking about Rook again?" Don, the skinny ghost, asked. He and the other Ramshackle ghosts materialize in the kitchen for dinner. Although they cannot eat, they stay to keep Yuu and Grim company. 

"Yep," Grim smirked, causing Yuu to roll her eyes. 

"Oh ho ho! I always knew you had feelings for him!" Harry, the fat ghost, laughed. 

"Since when?" Yuu sputtered, her face turning red. 

"Since the VDC. Billy, the short ghost, replied. "You two would always hang out, and he started spending more time here after it ended."

"A lot of people spend time here, too," Yuu pointed out and ate her dinner. 

Harry chuckled, "Well, you at least accepted his gift," The ghost pointed to the food Yuu was eating. Said human looked down to find that she did grab the leftover ratatouille Rook gave her yesterday. That was also the day he left his hat at her dorm.

"It was the first thing I saw," Yuu deadpanned and plopped on her seat next to Grim. 

"Sure it was, Yuu. We'll believe you for now," Don smirked. He and the other ghosts floated to the unoccupied chairs.

"I don't like him like that."

"I don't know…" Billy drawled, "It didn't look like it when he serenaded you on your balcony."

"He was just being nice because it was my birthday," Yuu replied, ignoring how hard it was for her heart not to jump out of her chest that night. She was willing to take how she felt like a princess to the grave. 

"What about that time he wanted to draw you like one of those French girls?" Grim innocently asked. 

"How bold!" Harry exclaimed, and the other ghosts laughed. Grim just sat there confused. Yuu felt her ears turn red as the ghosts smirked.

"Not like that! You know how he is! He is always trying to find ways to appreciate beauty."

Billy raised an eyebrow (do ghosts even have eyebrows?), "Oh, so he finds you beautiful?"

Yuu covered her face with her hands out of embarrassment. Her heart was beating fast, and her mind was thinking about Rook a mile a minute. 

The first time she met Rook, Rook's soft hair that she wanted to run her fingers through, Rook's unique personality, Rook…Rook…Rook…

"Watch this," Don whispered to the ghosts and turned to Grim pointing to something on the table, "Hand me that hat," 

Yuu was praying the teasing stopped until she felt a presence near her. 

“Bonjour, mon amour!”

"Ahhh!" Yuu screamed, causing herself to fall into Ghost Rook's arms and the other witnesses around her to laugh. Ghost Rook looked down at her with a smile similar to the real Rook, except Rook's smile made him look like a prince. Wait, prince? Yuu shook her head. This isn't real! "That is not funny!" she exclaimed, scrambling back and snatching Rook’s hat. She inspected it for any dust. 

Ghost Rook turned back into a laughing Don, "You must admit it, Yuu. You can't deny that you have feelings for him."

Yuu sighed out of defeat, "Maybe I like him a little." Grim looked at her with a 'really?' look, "Fine, I like him a lot. Happy?" Yuu hid her growing smile by placing the hat on her head and hiding behind the brim. 

The ghosts and Grim smiled, "Very."

Meanwhile, a certain blonde hunter sat on a tree, listening to the conversation through an open window. He originally came to retrieve his hat but climbed up the tree instead when he heard his name. 

"Oo la la! It seems ma chérie has feelings for me after all. I must let her know that they are reciprocated!" 

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Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

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[weird-an]

Billy just wanted to drive Max to the Byers‘ house. Not to stay there. Neil insisted on it. Because there are going to be boys there.

Billy wanted to say no. But then Max made the biggest puppy dog eyes Billy has ever seen.

”Please, can you come with me, Billy? I spend hours on the costume.“

So Bill caved. Hawkins must have been wearing him down more than he thought.

Now he is standing at the Byers‘ living room with a beer in his hand and watches a bunch of dressed up teenagers play D&D. How the mighty have fallen.

As if that is not worse enough, Steve Harrington is also there. The only boy his dad should be worried about.

Steve is dressed up as Peter Pan and wearing way too short green pants. Did Peter Pan even have so tiny shorts? Whatever. If Billy has to suffer, he can at least enjoy the view.

Suddenly the view gets closer and begins to talk to him.

”Hey, you have no costume!“ Steve frowns at him.

Billy raises a brow. ”I don‘t fucking play dressup.“

”Last year you were Terminator,“ the other points out.

Billy internally highfives himself that Steve apparently has been watching him back then. He takes too long too answer. Steve seems to take his silence as a “please help me find a costume“.

”Wait, I have an idea. Come with me.“

He drags Billy into the kitchen where a box is sitting on the table. Billy lets him because how can he say no to a cute guy in a tight costume?

”Joyce got some emergency costumes here.“

Steve begins to dig through a bunch of sparkling, colourful fabrics and makeup.

”Bingo.“ He grins at Billy. ”Close your eyes.“

”Harrington…“ Billy‘s heart is beating a bit faster.

They are all alone in the kitchen. Steve is already too close and if he has to close his eyes, he might get a dumb idea in his head and suckerpunched after acting on it.

Damn, he should deck Steve for wanting to put Billy in a silly costume.

”Please?“ Steve‘s puppy dog eyes make Max‘ ones fade in comparison. Billy Hargrove is officially a sucker.

”Alright.“ Billy swallows and closes his eyes.

Steve puts something on his head. He strokes a curl of his hair away. Billy‘s heart is hammering in his chest.

”Stay like this for a moment.“

Something cold touches his nose. Billy suppresses a flinch.

”Steve, what are you doing?“

Steve just shushes him. He is drawing something on Billy‘s face. Billy lets it happen.

When Billy is allowed to open his eyes again, Steve‘s smile is nearly blinding him.

”Come on! Look!“ He drags Billy towards a mirror in the hallway.

Steve has put cat ears on him. They are big and black. He had drawn matching whiskers and painted his nose pink.

”I look ridiculous,“ Billy huffs. He wants to touch the color, but Steve snatches his hand away and… keeps it in his own. Billy‘s skin is tingling.

”You look cute!“ Steve says, obviously delighted with himself. Billy‘s stomach does a backflip.

”I‘m not going back in there like this.“ Billy points towards the living room. No chance. He‘d rather die.

Steve is still holding his other hand. He keeps grinning.

”Then… we could get out of here?“

#happy halloween dear harringrovers #i love you all #have some fluff because I‘m writing angsty shit rn #harringrove #billy x steve #harringrove ficlet

[smallgodseries]

[image description: A page from daVinci’s notebook shows the design of a Space Shuttle which also appears to be the nose and mouth of a larger being, whose large eyes float in what appears to be the outline of a face. Text reads, "252, Genio Pazzo, small god of 'so crazy it just might work’”.]

• • • • •

“I swear, Billy, I saw it on the Discovery Channel.  This is how baby terns learn how to fly.  It’s probably how baby PTERODACTYLS learned how to fly.  Don’t you want to be like a pterodactyl?  As long as we can catch a draft under your wings, you’ll be able to generate lift, and then wham, bam, you’re flying!...of course you have wings, Billy.  I built ‘em myself.  They’re nailed to the side of the wagon real good.  You’ll be fine.  Don’t you want to fly?”

“Come on, Susan, it’s perfect!  Ariel means mermaids can turn into humans, and that means humans can turn into mermaids, too, if we just try hard enough.  Saran Wrap doesn’t tear.  So I have a tail now, see?  And if you’ll just push me over the edge of the creek, I can be a mermaid!  I’ll swim all the way out to sea and find the King of the Mermaids, and then I can come back and get you, and we can go down to the underwater kingdoms and be happy forever.  It’ll be fine.”

“What could possibly be wrong?”

“I think it’s going to work this time!”

“Look, Anja!   The laser works!”

“Just press the button!”

“Fire me, boy!”

…yeah.  His worshippers live short, exciting, exhilarating lives, and he won’t apologize for that, or for them, although he can probably recommend a good shampoo to help get them out of your hair after the inevitable explosion.  Some of them survive!  Some of them go on to do great things, pushing forward the boundaries of human science and discovery!  Others…

Well, others don’t, but we don’t really talk about them when we don’t have to.  Gods of inspiration and gods of graveyards are often indistinguishable from any sort of a distance.  As long as everyone’s having fun, does it really matter if a few of them get hurt?

Does it?

“COME BACK BILLY I WAS KIDDING!”

…maybe.

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[w3bgrl]

billie’s hair eras

a/n: eras marked with a ♡ are fan-favorite or viral hairstyles!

survival show/hellevator & i am not

debuted with a natural dark brown to go with the natural-ish colors the other members had

not the healthiest it’s ever been since she had dyed her hair in the past but it was pretty close!

juyeon said during this time that although she did like to dye her hair, she really loved natural colors on people

i am who? ♡

ariel era!

third musketeer of the redhead trio during my pace (felix & jisung)

stays lovedddd the red. she was easy to spot at events and often had other fandoms asking “who’s the girl with the red hair?”

definition of iconic

tried really hard to hide her new color and did a great job until the few days before the album release when she posted a photo that had one (1) stray hair on her shirt

i am you

back to brown!

somehow had really healthy hair this era? luscious and long and beautiful even after the red

faded into black by the end of the era

also styled her hair mostly straight this era in contrast to the ariel curls of my pace

she was soooo girlfriend during i am you era (≧∀≦)

clé 1: miroh ♡

juyeon’s favorite dye so far; the ombré

miroh also had a natural hair kinda vibe minus jeongin so juyeon got to have best of both worlds - natural color and dyed

she also got to style it really curly most of the time which was a huge plus

played a huge part of why she gained a lot of her popularity during miroh era

clé 2: yellow wood, double knot, & clé: levanter

no dye for these comebacks :(

for side effects juyeon dyed over the remnants of the ombré with a dark brown to fade into her natural color.

by double knot her hair was fully back to black. styling was usually lazy curls if not straightened.

levanter era came around and juyeon said she was getting antsy to dye her hair again. at the time she mentioned blue, pink, or another round of red. however, she actually didn’t do any of these colors next.

go live ♡

listen,

blonde juyeon stopped the space-time continuum. stay twitter was in a frenzy. you would have thought that someone died. someone probably did honestly

god tier comeback with god tier looks. god’s menu era was such a time to be alive.

after having her natural hair for the past few comebacks juyeon was so excited to be a blondie!!

stays were wondering what she’d do after the blonde as it became more brassy color by the end of this era, which is how stays were literally fed by the back door comeback

in life

blueyeon? are we kidding?

started out as a really vibrant royal blue color but as it started lightening it became more of a teal.

juyeon held on to this blue hair for as long as she could until you could almost see the bleach underneath :( she loved the blue

almost as iconic as her red hair era but just not quite there. yet you can still find blueyeon stans talking about her impact to this day

no easy & oddinary

and would you believe it or not, she went back to black.

somewhat healthy? certainly a little fried from the blonde but it was not falling out so that was a win.

she actually went back to black immediately before they went on kingdom, which is when she found out that most people agreed she had a whole different vibe with black hair.

scorpio rising queen

maxident ♡

finally!! short hair juyeon!

after years of stay begging for short hair juyeon, not only did she deliver but she served.

lots of buns off-stage in this era. something about short hair made her wanna put it up more.

it was black for 90% of this era and then one day it was brown?? cute either way!

her comment sections in this era was actually ridiculous and honestly a little cringe but stay were serious about showing their love for the bob

5 star & rock star

during 5 star her hair was a more chocolate-y color from the tail end of maxident era before she went back to black again for rock star (are we seeing the pattern here?)

while juyeon did like the short hair it was certainly just a comeback style for her and she secretly decided to start growing her hair back out the day after she cut it

during the gap between maxident and 5 star (october 2022 - june 2023) she let the bob do its thing until it hit her shoulders and then she started wearing extensions

juyeon’s hair also grows like a weed so the divide between the extensions and her natural long hair is hard to find

now in rock star era it seems that her hair is completely grown out to her usual natural color and length

#♡ billie #skz oc #stray kids oc #stray kids #stray kids 9th member #stray kids imagines #kpop added member #kpop oc #kpop addition

[eddiessweetheart86]

Feels Like The First Time

💖🖤Enemies to lovers with Eddie Munson🖤💖

Character uses she/her pronouns is bisexual☺️

Warning: Unprotected PIV, fingering, oral sex (Fem receiving), language, smoking (weed and cigarettes), mentions of drinking

‼️‼️ MDNI ‼️‼️

Kinda short and quickly skimmed through. I was bored and haven’t posted much in a hot minute:)

~

You love hanging out with your uncle who is next door neighbors with Eddie. You smoke weed and drink with him. You’re parents don’t allow you to do any of those things so you go to your uncle trailer. You’re not a fiend, you just like having a good time, especially on the weekends when you have nothing better to do. Dustin wants you to play DnD with Mike and him since you don’t do anything except hang out with Steve and Robin or Robert. You declined the offer because, while you loved Dustin, you didn’t wanna spend they day in a basement with preteens.

He loves movies, music and books just like you, so with him you feel like you can have a conversation. He’s also gay and it comforts you knowing you can talk to someone about your sexuality since you realized very young that you are bisexual. You don’t have many close friends, do you consider your uncle to be your best friend. It sounds sad but know one knows you like he does, he’s known you your whole life.

You already knew Eddie for class and wasn’t a big fan. He never did anything but that was the issue. You’re biggest pet peeve about him was that he would complain about failing but then not show up to class. He was also a smart ass and stared at you a lot. He did it partly because he thought you were drop dead gorgeous and partly to annoy you.

You also knew him because he was your uncle’s dealer. Sometimes when you’d spend the night, you would go out to smoke late at night only to see Eddie’s van rocking and loud, but muffled, moans coming out of it. Sometimes you’d hear it from his trailer. You couldn’t believe how Eddie Munson had these girls screaming his name.

When you heard it, it turned you on. The feeling freaked you out so much that you had to go inside and grab your Walkman just so you can smoke in peace, but every once in a while you would take one of the headphones off, not only to hear if they were done, but to hear if they were still going. One day you heard him yell “fuck” and that’s when you felt an even heavier, wetter heat between your legs.

The days, and eventually weeks, went on and every once in a while Eddie would have some girl. You began to develop a strange, perverted crush on him and it terrified you. So every time you heard that he had a girl over, you would call Billy to have him fuck the daylights out of you. You caught yourself imagining it was Eddie and had to pause for a moment to snap out of it. But that’s exactly why you’re fucking around with Billy. Because you want to imagine it’s Eddie. The thought of Eddie with someone makes you jealous and you wanted to blow off some steam.

Eddie knew you hated him. You weren’t the best at masking your resting bitch face. But you looked at everyone like that. But Eddie annoyed you because you began to have feelings for him.

One day in class, you are sitting in study hall when you feel a tap on your back, you turn around and Robin hands you a note

How was your date with Billy? She wrote

Fine. You replied

Are you gonna see him again?

Probably not. He may be great in bed/car but he’s so dull.

So who’s your next project?

You can’t tell anyone. So burn this after class.

Promise. Who is it? Steve!?

No. Been there, done that. What do you think about Eddie Munson?

I don’t. Why? Are you planning on asking him out?

I don’t know. He’s really sexy to be honest. It’s the hair and the ripped jeans. Also his band shirts (PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY BURN THIS)

So everything about him is sexy according to you. So ask him out

Robin gets up and mouths she has to go to the bathroom. You sigh and continue to write

I don’t wanna waste my time. We graduate this year and what if he doesn’t? Again! I don’t wanna be holding his hand while trying to get through college.

You fold the note multiple times and toss it in her chair and then begin to mindlessly look through your calculus notes.

Robin comes back and you signal to the chair to let her know that she’s sitting on the note. She mouths “what?” And the bell rings.

“You’re sitting on the note”

“Oh” she gets up and there’s nothing under her. She looks at her butt and nothing. You began to look on the floor and only see a gum wrapper.

“Fuck” you whisper

You look around the desk and it’s nowhere to be found. You begin to freak out.

“It’s fine” Robin says “your name is not on it so if someone finds it then they won’t know who was writing it”

“Robin… it’s so embarrassing. Somebody had to have taken it when I wasn’t looking so they’ll know it’s me! Why do you think I wanted to burn it!”

“Like I said. Nobody will know” she calmly says

Your face falls and you realize who probably has the note. Eddie. Eddie sits next to Robin but a row behind. He must‘ve been staring again, saw you write the note and took it when you weren’t looking. You rush to Dustin’s locker to figure out which’s ones Eddie’s

Meanwhile, Eddie is already at his locker after sprinting from class to read the note. He’s hiding the note in his locker as he reads you pining words about him, making him smile. While your last comment stings, he can’t help to only focus on your positive notes. That in this very moment, you want him.

When you run into Dustin he let you know which locker is Eddie’s but Eddie wasn’t there. You asked him where he goes for last period and Dustin says he doesn’t know. You grunt and he begins to ask why you want to find him so bad. You tell him it’s none of his business and give his hair a tussle.

After 4th period you still couldn’t find Eddie so you decide to go to your uncles trailer and scout him out. You’re not going to approach him because if he doesn’t have to note and you ask him about it he would never shut up until you tell him what’s on it.

You see him park his van as you sit smoking your third cigarette on the porch, talking to your uncle about the situation. You’ve never mentioned Eddie to him but you needed to rant to someone about it. He was shocked but also rooting for the two of you metal heads. You rolled your eyes and he nudged you when Eddie began to walk towards you. You turn your head and instantly get red. You don’t know what else to do so you put out your cigarette and go inside. So much for keeping it cool. The door then opens behind you and it’s your uncle with a big stupid grin and Eddie behind him

“Oh Y/N” your uncle sings

“Fuck off! I’m gonna shower!” You say running into the bathroom

“Hey… um I read your note, no need to be ashamed sweetheart” Eddie says

You angrily walk out the bathroom and point a finger at Eddie, “that note was private, how fucking dare you! And don’t call me sweetheart”

“Hey hey hey, I’m just trying to make you feel better”

“Yeah? Well you know what will make me feel better? If you went home!”

There’s a few seconds of silence before your uncle says “I sense a lot of tension here… so I’m gonna go to work and when I get back you guys better have solved this… but not on my bed or the couch or the kitchen counter or— you know just go bananas, I’ll pick up some bleach on the way back” he goes into his room for a few seconds to get his backpack and then heads out

The whole time your jaw was on the floor and you were frozen. Eddie had a stupid grin plastered on his face.

“You heard the man” Eddie says

“Fuck you” you whisper, looking at his lips, you couldn’t help it

“You wish” Eddie whispers back. His face was so close to yours that you could smell his faint scent of amber cologne, leather and cigarettes

Eddie begins to walk out, arrogantly, hoping you’d pounce on him and rip his clothes off. He opens the door and turns around to you

“Do you wanna come over?” He asks slyly

You don’t say anything, but your eyes say everything. You feel your thighs throbbing and begin walking towards him. He pushes the door forward and you walk past him and to his trailer. He was always a few steps behind you.

When he lets you in the trailer you turn around and look at him. Even though you act tough, he’s making you weak in the knees. You hope he makes the first move. And he does. He puts his hand on your chin, lifting it up, and he gives you a soft kiss. He pulls away and you look into each others eyes. You lean in again and kiss him more passionately this time.

He grabs your face with both hands you put your hands on his chest, slightly gripping his shirt. He slowly inches his way down and to your breast. You let out a soft moaning, causing him to smile against your lips.

You pull away “can we go to… the bedroom”

“Why?” He asks mischievously. He wants to hear you say it

You laugh and then gain a little more confidence “so you can fuck me so hard I can’t stand up”

“‘Mmm” he says and kisses you hard. He pulls away to hold your hand and pull you into the bedroom. He removes his shirt and you do the same. You then pounce on each other before falling onto the bed. You land on top of Eddie and he unclips your bra as you make out ferociously. Once your bra is off he stares at your tits as if they are golden artifact at the beginning of Raiders of the Lost Ark and he’s Indians Jones himself. You sit up to remove his jeans and then your own

“So impatient” he laughs as he takes off his boxers.

“I need you inside me” you moan

You get on top but he flips you over and kisses you down your stomach and to your pussy.

“You’re fucking soaked, Y/N” he groans

You laugh and he begins to rub your clit slowly. You yelp as his finger enters you and then he begins to kiss your clit. You’ve never had someone do this before. He laps up your wetness, focusing on your clit and also going in and out of you with his fingers. The coldness of his rings are at your entrance, a stimulation you’ve never felt.

You moan and run your fingers through his hair as he sucks your clit and pumps his fingers in and out of you. You start to feel heat in your pelvis and thighs and know you’re close. You’ve always had this feeling and then it would go away, but you would tell people you came to make things not so awkward. But this time an orgasm was really coming. Looking down and seeing Eddie looking back up at you with his deep brown eyes as he softly thrusts into the mattress is what finally did it. You yell an exasperated “fuck” and writhe below him as he keeps going, causing you to squirt into Eddie mouth, neck and chest. But he keeps going, gripping onto your thighs for dear life.

“Eddie Eddie Eddie!!” You gasp, and he looks up at you, clearly very proud of himself

“Yes?” he says with a smile

“Cum inside me” is all you want to say

“Oh baby” he says and he leans down to kiss you.

He grips his cock and lines it up at your entrance. He pushes in easily and you both let out loud moans. He sits in, deeply, for a few seconds and stares down at you, softly stroking one of you nipples, his tongue grazing the other. He gently pulls out and thrusts roughly back in causing you to scream and claw at his back. He does it again. And again. And again.

He sits up and outs your calves on his shoulder as pumps in and out of your wet pussy. Just looking at him is enough to make you come undone again.

“I’m gonna cum, baby” you say mindlessly

“Me too— fuck”

You clench around him causing him to empty his warm cum into your pussy. Thank fuck you’re on birth control.

He thrusts a few more times before stopping and laying down his head in the crook of your neck.

He begins to laugh and you ask him “what are you laughing about” in between gasps for air

“I just… never finished to fast, I’m sorry”

“Eddie it was amazing. It’s fine”

“I don’t know what you did to me” he says looking up “but just seeing you below me, I couldn’t believe I was finally fucking you”

“Me too” you smile

“You know you’re not as mean as you let on” he says

“Neither are you”

He kisses you on your cheek and laughs

“What now?” You laugh

“You called me ‘baby’… why?”

“I… what?” You face turns bright red

“You did”

“Sorry” you say nervously

“No it’s fine”

“Well you said you finally got to fuck me. What’s that about, huh?”

“It’s exactly what I meant. I’ve wanted to fuck you since Iaid eyes on you”

“You what!?” You yell sitting up

“Honestly. You’re the hottest girl in town. Maybe in the whole state. You know what, you’re the hottest girl I’ve ever seen in my life”

“Oh stop” you say flustered

“Really. I’ve been wanting to ask you out but I thought you hated me”

“I do”

Eddie laughs “I could always sense the tension though, but I didn’t wanna assume”

“Me too. Plus you’d always have a girl here every weekend. I didn’t know if it was the same girl and you were going steady or something.”

“No different girls… wait did you spy on me”

“No! When I go smoke sometimes you’re busy rearranging someone’s insides… I’d… sometimes… well all… the times… wish it was me” you confess

“Fuck baby” he moans and kiss you “you’re gonna make me wanna rearrange your insides again”

“Think you can last this time?” You joke

“Woah!” Eddie yells “come here” and flips you onto the bed, making you two burst into laughter

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut

[the-cult-of-russo]

Just Beneath The Flames (Part 1)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: cursing, smut at some point probably lmao, zombie shit, typical canon violence. You know the drill.

A/N: Soooo, I wanted to do a zombie AU for a long ass time. What can I say? I wrote for the walking dead fandom for yeeears lmao. Anyway, the first scene came to me and I just started writing. No idea where it's going or if it's gonna be good, but I guess we'll see lol

I told myself I wouldn’t post this until it was finished but as I’m writing this author note, I’m just starting chapter 7 and I have no idea how far this will go and I’ve been dying to post this lmao. I figured I’d start posting it and see what happens but after these 6 chapters are posted that I’ve already written up (I’ll post one a day), there might be some delays and stuff. I can’t promise chapters after that will be consistently everyday as I’ll be writing it. I’ll do my best. I posted Poetic Tragedy as I went too and all the kind words people left really encouraged me and inspired me to keep going.

Name of this one is from the song of the same name by Digital Daggers.

We were kings and queens of bedlam

We were happy to exist,

In discomfort we’d created

Though we dreamed of more than this

We had embers in our bloodlines

Iron lungs beneath our skin

Though our hearts were barely beating

We were bleeding out within

We’re at a stalemate,

Begging for the earth to shake,

Wondering if the winds will change

And blow us all away,

We are in the dark age

Tell me it was worth the pain,

Will the wild winds sing again

And blow us all away?

Or will we stay

Everything the same?

Oooh, stay,

Just beneath the flames

Just beneath the flames

We were wary of the future

How the days drew on and on,

With our eyes so widely open,

Tried to see where we’d gone wrong.

We were bold and we were brazen

But grew timid over time,

In our fear we lost direction,

And our dreams left us behind,

We’re at a stalemate,

Begging for the earth to shake,

Wondering if the winds will change

And blow us all away

We are in the dark age

Tell me it was worth the pain,

Will the wild winds sing again

And blow us all away?

Or will we stay

Everything the same?

Oooh, stay,

Waiting for a change,

Oooh stay,

Just beneath the flames

Just beneath the flames

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You crouched low, hiding in the shadows as you darted from one tree to another. The forest was bathed in darkness, the only light coming from the campfire that was calling you like a moth to the flame. Either these people were stupid or they were really sure of themselves. You'd never declare your whereabouts like this. You were hiding behind a tree, eyeing up the campsite. There were two women quietly talking among themselves, two children asleep next to them. There was a stocky man with short hair poking at the fire, a man with longer and messier hair beside him as he spoke in a hushed tone. There was a man with a darker complexion asleep not too far from the women and he had two guys next to him. One also had longer hair and he was slightly bigger than the more slender man next to him. The slender man's eyes never seemed to land on anything as he smiled and spoke to the other man. You wondered if he was blind but you couldn't be sure. You weren't too bothered with the people though. What drew your attention, what brought you here to begin with, were the crates of tins and other various foods. Your stomach growled like one of the dead as you stared at your prize, trying to figure out the best way of going about this without getting caught. They didn't just have food, they had weapons too. You wondered what was also in the black van parked on the road just outside the treeline. That was the first sign people were here and then you'd seen the light of the fire. 

You adjusted your scarf and was just about to move when you felt something feeling suspiciously like a gun being pressed to the back of your head.

"Don't fuckin' move," a voice growled and you felt your heart stutter. You'd sworn to yourself you wouldn't rob people again after the last time but you'd been desperate. Your hand inched ever so slowly to the knife strapped to your thigh but then the gun pressed even harder against your head.

"Don't even think about it," he hissed.

"You really gonna use that thing? It's just ringing the dinner bell for the dead," you muttered plainly, your body tense as your eyes darted around. You weren't sure how you were getting out of this one and memories swarmed your mind at a rapid rate. 

"We'd be long gone by then, but your body will still be warm enough for 'em to wanna bite," the man murmured darkly as he grabbed your arm and yanked you to your feet. He whistled sharply then and you jumped slightly, body tensing even more when the group looked over, some of them coming to see what was going on. The stocky man who had been poking the fire came right over to you, his face hard and cold as he drew his own gun. 

"Who the fuck are you?" He asked harshly.

"That's really none of your business now, is it?" You snapped. You couldn't help it, not when you were backed into a corner like this. Not when you had guns on you. The man from behind you moved around you then, moving to stand with the other man, his gun still trained on you. He was tall, his dark hair somehow neat and slicked back. But his eyes were almost black and the fire in them made you turn away from him.

"Why are you here?" The stocky man asked, glaring at you so hard you were surprised you didn't burst into flames. You shifted where you stood, uncomfortable under this scrutiny and unsure of your fate.

"I was gonna rob some food," you muttered honestly.

"I call bullshit," the man with the dark eyes scoffed.

"Where's your group?" The other man pressed, narrowing his eyes. 

"I don't have one," you bit out.

"You really expect us to believe that? That you're out here all on your own and doin' just fine?" The dark-eyed man laughed incredulously.

"I wouldn't say fine, but I'm still breathing if that counts," you glowered at him.

"Nah, I don't believe this bullshit," the man huffed, turning to a blonde woman who was hovering near the other man.

"Go get Matt, get him to do his heartbeat thing," he instructed, making her nod and scurry back off to the camp.

"The heartbeat thing?" You asked slowly. He turned back to you then with a dark smirk.

"Let's just say we got a human lie detector," he grinned patronizingly.

"Great, then he can tell you that you're an asshole who's wrong," you smiled back, just as patronizingly. His eyes narrowed to slits as he rolled his shoulder. The blonde came back then with a man, the one you suspected was blind. You were even more sure with your observation at the way he didn't quite look at you as he stood with the other men.

"We need you to do your thing, Red. See if she's lyin'," the stocky man muttered, his untrusting eyes going from the man back to you. 

"You're scared," the maybe blind man stated, tilting his head a little. You guessed he was using whatever mojo he had to listen to your heart beat like a hummingbird's wings. 

"She should be," the dark-eyed man scoffed, earning a small smack to the stomach from the stocky man who gave him a look. 

"I have guns pointed at me, I'd be stupid not to be scared," you pointed out sardonically. 

You watched as the stocky man and the blind one looked at each other, or at least seemed to before the blind one nodded. 

"Why are you here?" The stocky man asked once again. You rolled your eyes, shifting where you stood.

"I haven't eaten in four days and I saw your van on the road. I followed the light of your fire and saw you had food. I was going to take some," you explained monotonously. The blind man's head was tilted and then he 'glanced' at the stocky man.

"She's telling the truth," he said quietly.

"Do you have a group?" The stocky man asked, looking at you a little more curious than hostile and you wondered if he was starting to realize you weren't a threat. 

"No," you muttered, feeling a wave of pain hit you in the chest. 

"She's being honest," the blind man murmured with a nod. The stocky man nodded thoughtfully and you shot a condescending smirk to the dark-eyed man who just glared at you. 

"You rob groups like this often?" The stocky man asked you and you shook your head with a frown. 

"I only do it if I'm desperate, the last time was three months ago but after that… " you trailed off, the urge to touch your throat stinging you but your hands stayed at your side since the guns were still pointed your way.

"Are they the ones that left the scar?" The blind man asked softly, his voice sounding apologetic. Your head whipped to him, shock coloring your face. You blinked at him slowly and he shot you an almost sheepish smile as he looked down. 

"Look, I wasn't gonna hurt anyone, okay? I was just hungry and desperate and you looked like you had more than enough. Just let me leave," you muttered with a frown. The stocky man lowered his gun but the dark-eyed man didn't until he got another firm look from the other man. You started to wonder if the stocky man was the leader here. The blonde woman who had been hovering once again then rushed over to the crates of food and started rummaging. 

"Karen… what the fuck are you doin'?" The dark-eyed man asked roughly.

"You heard what she said, Billy. She hasn't eaten in four days, we can at least give her something," the woman huffed, giving him a sour look as she plucked a couple of cans from the crate and a bottle of water. She rushed back over to you then with a warm smile and it made your chest ache. You really hadn't expected this. 

"Here, I hope this helps," she murmured. Your mouth floundered for a moment, unsure how to respond. It had been a long time since you'd experienced kindness from anyone, especially a stranger. 

"Uh… thanks," you muttered, slipping your backpack off your shoulders before stuffing the cans and water inside. You were starving but you'd eat once you left. You didn't really want to stick around in case they changed their mind. You slipped your backpack back on, eyes darting around the group. While yes, they'd just been pointing guns at you and interrogating you, it was understandable in this new world. But now they were letting you go and giving you some of their supplies. You didn't like feeling in debt to anyone.

"I um… since you helped me, I can give you some info to help you too," you started hesitantly. They two men were still watching you like you were a bomb about to go off. 

"What is it?" The stocky man asked warily. You licked your chapped lower lip, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your jacket. 

"There's a group around these parts and they aren't good news. You know how some people are… the living can be worse than the dead out here," you frowned. 

"They the ones that hurt you?" The stocky man asked, his tone a little softer although his body seemed more tense and on alert at your words. You nodded jerkily, trying to push the memories away. 

"I came across them a few months ago and I was starving, I needed food. They caught me trying to rob them," you muttered.

"What happened?" The stocky man asked carefully.  You sniffled, cracking your neck a little.

"These guys… they're real assholes. And I'm talking about the ‘take what you want and kill anyone in your way’ kind of assholes. There's ten or eleven of them, all armed to the teeth with guns and a shit tonne of knives. They didn't take too kindly to me trying to take what was theirs. They… they slit my throat and left me for dead," your hands clenched into fists in your pockets as a barrage of memories hit you. 

"They slit your throat?" The dark-eyed man scoffed incredulously, an amused smirk on his face like he didn't believe you. You tugged your scarf down a little, revealing the jagged scar along your throat as you quirked a brow at him and he looked away. 

"Wha- How did you survive?" The blonde gasped, blinking at you with wide eyes. 

"Let's just say the guy that did this wasn't very good with a knife," you snorted mirthlessly.

"And you were able to just walk away, stitch it back up yourself and you're fine?" The dark-eyed man asked skeptically.

"I didn't stitch it up myself, I had help," you muttered tensely.

"Thought you didn't have a group," he glowered, eyes narrowing at you.

"I don't, not anymore," you bit out and the man's mouth clamped shut. 

"Andy… he was the last in our group, we were the only ones left. He was a doctor before all this and he stitched me up the best he could," your voice was laced in pain as you hastily fixed your scarf back in place. 

"What happened to him?" The stocky man asked quietly. 

"He got bit, asked me to put him down," you swallowed thickly. You were sure the sound of that gunshot would haunt you until your dying day. 

There was a tense silence that overtook you all then and you decided it was time to duck out. Before you could leave though, the stocky man piped up again. 

"This group, any idea where they are?" He asked, a dark look in his eyes. 

"Last I saw them, they were down by the creek just east of here. They move around a lot but I keep tabs on them so I know where to avoid," you shrugged. He nodded looking deep in thought for a moment. 

"Could you show me where?" He asked after a long moment. An inelegant snort left your lips as you looked at him like he'd grown another head. 

"Didn't you hear anything I just said? These guys are kill on sight and the last time I saw them, they tried to kill me. They think I'm dead and I'd like to keep it that way," you huffed incredulously.

"I get that… I get that you're scared, but if you show me where they are, they won't be a problem for you anymore," the stocky man said as he raised a brow at you. 

"What, are you gonna take them all out? You're outnumbered and outgunned, how the hell are you gonna manage that?" You asked derisively. 

"They might have more guns and more men but we got more skill," the dark-eyed man smirked coldly. 

"So you guys wanna go on some suicide mission and just have me tag along for the fun of it?" You scoffed as you shook your head. The stocky man shared a look with the blonde woman before he took a slow step towards you. 

"How about a deal? You show us where they are and you can come with us when we're done, join the group," he offered softly. 

"Seriously, Frank?" The dark-eyed man asked hotly but he got ignored. 

"No offense, but I don't wanna join your group," you muttered. 

"Why wouldn't you? You're alone out here and struggling. You could be with us and you wouldn't have to worry," a different man frowned at you. You hadn't even noticed him come over. It was the man who had been sitting with the blind man.

"I've tried being in a group and I had to watch each person I care about get ripped apart by the dead, get murdered or slowly die from illnesses. I'm better off on my own," you said firmly, making the man look away with a frown. The stocky man moved towards you a little more, getting your attention. 

"Alright, you don't wanna join us, that's fine. How about you help us with this and you get first picks from their shit after we're done?" He offered. You mulled it around in your head for a moment. You knew those assholes had a tonne of gear and food. 

"Throw in that bow and we have a deal," you smirked, gesturing with your head to a bow you'd been admiring in the camp. It was a Mathews V3X 29/33. The dark-eyed man barked out a laugh as he shook his head. 

"Is that a joke? She's not takin' my fuckin' bow, Frank," he scoffed. He managed to look incredulous, amused and offended all at the same time. 

"There's that hunting store not too far from here, I'm sure you can get another," the blonde muttered to him in a hushed tone. He squinted at her like he was trying to set her ablaze with his mind. 

"You have any idea what kinda bow that is? They won't have this kinda thing in a shitty little hunting store," he huffed. 

"Fine, you can keep your bow. But you take me to the hunting store so I can get one," you relented, quirking your brow at the stocky man since he seemed to be the one in charge. 

"Done," he smirked. It was easier than you thought. 

You didn't really relish the thought of seeing those assholes again but you had no plans on actually participating in the fight. You'd stay well out of the way and hopefully go unnoticed, you'd get some food and some weapons out of it so you'd go along with it. You'd been due a break and maybe you were finally getting one. Being alone out here was hard but even with the offer of joining the group, you knew you had no desire to. It was just asking for bad news and getting attached to people just meant hurting when you lost them. And you always lost them because this new world was cruel. It was relieving though to know you didn't have to deal with another group of unhinged lunatics, especially since you were staying in the same area. You wondered about the possibility of trading with them. You didn't want to join them even if they did seem nice enough, but it would be good to have some sort of relationship with other people. Maybe if you needed food you could offer them something. Building relationships like this was the only way to survive this. Your old group had trading relationships with other groups until slowly the numbers dwindled to nothing. You often wondered just why you survived all the bullshit, why out of everyone, you were the last one standing. It didn't make sense yet here you were. No matter how dark things got and how morbid your thoughts turned, you always tried to push on and deal with it. You promised Andy you would before you put a bullet in his head and you owed him that at least. 

You stood around awkwardly as the two men got ready with weapons and food for the trip. The one with dark eyes had a sniper rifle with what looked to be a silencer on it. You weren't too good with guns, you didn't really like them. The blonde woman walked back over to you as the men got ready and she handed you a protein bar. 

"For the trip," she smiled. You took it gratefully with a hesitant smile of your own, still feeling a little out of place and just wanting this whole thing over with. You didn't wait to eat it though, ripping the wrapper off instantly before munching on it hungrily. You were glad for some sustenance. The cans felt like they were burning a hole through your bag but you'd wait until you had a moment alone to open them. You could never seem to get the hang of using your knife to open it, you really needed to keep your eye out for a can opener. 

"I'm Karen, by the way," the woman added. You'd almost forgotten she was there in your euphoria over finally getting some food. 

"Y/N," you supplied, earning a smile from her. She walked over to the men then who seemed like they had all their stuff ready. You were still standing at a distance from the camp as the others who were awake spoke to the men, probably murmuring their goodbyes. You watched curiously as the blonde, Karen, toyed with the stocky man's vest, which looked a lot like a bullet proof vest that you were sure he wasn't wearing before. He said something you couldn't hear to her before she leaned up and kissed him softly. You felt for them. One of them was going to die and the other would be doomed to live with that pain. It's just how things were now. 

You blew out a sigh as you waited, anxious to get going so you could leave and get on with things. You were also looking forward to going to the hunting store. You really needed a bow after you'd had to abandon your last one after your camp got overrun with the dead. The men finally walked over to you and you grabbed the straps of your backpack, adjusting it a little.

"Ready?" The stocky man asked. You nodded and the three of you set off. It was strange how well you'd learnt the lay of the land here. You weren't from St Lawrence County in New York, you'd been from the city. But when all hell broke loose, you knew being in an overpopulated city was the worst place to be. It would be the quickest way to die, or worse, get bit and turned into one of the dead. So you'd made a mad dash for your brother's apartment and the two of you took off. You’d looked at the map and tried to pick an area that was less populated, more rural. And that was how you ended up here. You’d met people along the way and slowly formed a group. But now you were the only one left. Your younger brother Sam had been the third to die. It wasn't even the dead that got him. He had a heart condition and it had been getting harder and harder to find the medication he needed. Eventually, there wasn’t any left. You swallowed thickly and tried not to think about it. Focusing on those you lost wouldn't do you any good, you always had to move on, keep pushing forward. 

It was still dark outside as the three of you moved through the trees carefully, always keeping an ear out whether that was for other people or for the dead. You had no idea how this would all play out. 

“So, you guys really think you can take all these dudes on?” you asked curiously. It had been a long time since you’d had to make conversation with anyone. You’d missed it and not missed it all at the same time. It was easy to find comfort in your loneliness, easier to look after yourself than have the burden of taking care of others too. To feel that crushing weight bear down on you when you couldn't help them and they wound up dead. But at the same time, it was hard. Being by yourself for such a long time had worn you down. You felt like you were in a vacuum. The dark-eyed man scoffed as he glanced at you.

“We don’t think it, we know it,” he wore a cocky smirk on his face but it didn't fill you with confidence. For all you knew, you were about to witness them being murdered. You wondered to yourself what you’d do if that happened. Would you go back to their group and let them know? Or would you just flee, leaving them never knowing what happened?

“Right…” you muttered, clearly sounding not very impressed. 

“We know what we’re doin’. Former Marines, Spec Ops. Not our first rodeo,” the stocky man said. While he didn’t seem cocky, he did seem confident. You nodded thoughtfully, they looked the type. The type of guys who had seen some shit and probably had to do some shit. Then again, the same could probably be said about you at this point. You didn't think there was a person walking the earth that hadn’t been through hell at this point. It was a war of a different kind. The silence came back then as you led them through the forest, making you feel slightly on edge. The stocky man also seemed not to like the silence as he broke it abruptly after a while.

“I’m Frank and this is Billy,” he muttered, looking at you and then glancing to the dark-eyed man who was apparently Billy before back at you.

“Y/N,” you replied, much like you had with Karen. 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” Frank said with a wry smile and you snorted lightly. 

“These assholes… they seem like they know how to handle their weapons?” Frank asked curiously. You didn't blame him, he obviously wanted as much information about the guys before he got there. 

“Well, I mean they tried to kill me and failed pretty badly, so I’m gonna guess no on that one,” you huffed, rolling your eyes a little.

“Bunch of little boys playin’ with guns and knives, thinkin’ they’re big men,” Billy growled as he shook his head.

“Basically,” you shrugged. It didn't make you feel any better though. Maybe they weren’t as skilled as the men either side of you with their weapons, but they still had more numbers and more weapons. If they fired enough times, surely a shot would land. You kept glancing at Frank as you all walked, something itching in the back of your brain before the puzzle pieces all clicked together in place.

“What?” he asked warily after you just blinked at him for a moment.

“Nothing, I just… I knew I recognized you from somewhere but I’ve only just figured it out. You're the Punisher, right?” you asked carefully. You remembered bits and pieces on the news about him. You felt sorry for him, for what happened to his family and you couldn't quite blame him for the rampage he went on. He chuckled, looking away awkwardly as he nodded.

“Yeah… that’s me,” he muttered. You started to wonder if maybe they did have a chance after all. And maybe forging some kind of trading relationship wouldn't be too bad. The Punisher was definitely someone you wanted on your side and if you ever got into trouble with another group, and you had no doubt there would be others in the future because there was always more, maybe he’d be able to help you. 

You carried on walking for a little under an hour before you slowed your pace a little, the surroundings feeling familiar as the hair on the back of your neck prickled up. The walk had been littered with small talk, mostly from Frank as his counterpart remained silent and brooding, on high alert at all times. Frank had told you the names of the people in his group, told you a little about how they all left the city. Much like you, they knew the city wasn't a good place to be and the man with shaggy hair who had been at the fire with Frank, Micro, had suggested here. 

“We close?” Billy piped up for the first time, noticing your slowing pace.

“Yeah, it's not too far,” you murmured. You tried not to let the fear creep in, your throat burning like it was cut all over again and you tugged at the scarf you wore with a frown, readjusting it. You all heard them before you saw them. You had no idea how these assholes even survived for this long as they all laughed and hollered like they were having a party. You could see a faint glow from a campfire behind the trees on the other side of the creek.

“Alright, you stay here, out of sight,” Frank said, giving you a stern look as if you even needed to be told. You weren't going any further than this. You nodded, crouching behind a tree as you watched Frank ready his gun. Billy took the sniper from his back, getting on the floor on his stomach as he set it up behind a bush for cover. Frank walked further away, crossing the creek at enough distance not to be noticed. You took a shaky breath, now behind the tree and unable to see what was going on. It made you nervous. Your eyes drifted to Billy then, his sniper at the ready, his eyes laser focused across the creek.  You weren't quite sure of their plan or how they were supposed to communicate to be in sync with one another but it didn't seem to matter. After a few beats of nothingness, the only noise coming from the assholes across the creek, Billy fired three shots in quick succession. You didn't see if they landed but the men all started yelling, no doubt scrambling for their weapons. The silencer hadn't made the shot completely soundless, it wasn't like the movies. But it was significantly quieter, enough to confuse the men about where the shots were coming from. You heard a few loud shots fired in the direction you and Billy were and you curled in on yourself, hoping the tree would protect you. But then you heard even more shots and you could only hope that Frank had joined the fray. Billy took some more shots and you covered your ears at each loud boom coming from across the creek, your eyes darting around rapidly as if waiting for the dead to descend on you all at the noise. When the shooting stopped, you hesitantly moved your hands from your ears and you heard a sharp whistle, much like the one Billy had done when he'd found you. Billy stood at the whistle, shouldering his sniper rifle. You stood on shaky legs, holding the tree for support as you looked over to Billy. He watched you with an unreadable expression for a second before gesturing with his head. He didn't spare you a word as he set off moving to cross the creek and you hurried to keep up with his long strides. You didn't care about getting wet and this part of the creek was fairly shallow, coming only to your mid-calf. 

When you got to the camp the men had been staying at, the place was littered with bodies, Frank standing among them as he waited for you both. 

"Goddamn, Frankie," Billy grinned, shaking his head as he took in the carnage rather gleefully. 

"Told you we'd get it done," Frank smirked at you. 

"You definitely did," you muttered wryly, glancing at all the bodies. You didn't feel bad for them one bit after what they'd done to you, what you knew they'd probably done to countless others. Death didn't bother you like it had in the old world, not when you were surrounded with it constantly. You spied something on the floor next to one of the men and crouched, seeing a pocket knife. You swiped it off the muddy floor, checking it quickly and grinning to yourself when you saw a can opener. You stood up, quickly stuffing it into your jeans pocket and catching Frank's slightly amused look at you.

"Well, a deal's a deal. You helped us out here so you get first pick of all this shit," he murmured and you gave him a nod. You didn't waste time, knowing the dead would be ambling their way towards you pretty soon after all the noise. You dug through bags, picking out some cans and other bits and pieces, shoving them into your backpack. You wanted to take as much as you could but you couldn't overburden yourself. You still needed to get around easily. You shoved about 10 cereal bars into your bag and a few bottles of water too. It would last you for a little bit and it was more than what you currently had which was close to nothing. You grabbed one last can of tomato soup before you moved to sit on a log near the campfire that was still burning. 

"Go nuts," you said dismissively, grabbing your new pocket knife as you opened the can. Frank and Billy got to work, grabbing some of the men's bags, emptying them out before filling them back up themselves. You took some greedy gulps of the cold soup, watching them shoulder the large backpacks of food before grabbing some duffles and starting to gather up some of the weapons and ammo. 

It was as you just finished your soup that you heard the telltale groans of the dead floating through the forest. You stood up quickly, throwing on your backpack and seeing the men thinking the same as they grabbed the duffle bags. You all quickly walked back through the creek to the other side before you set off back to their camp. You didn't need to worry about the dead on your heels, knowing they'd be distracted by the meals you'd left them. With each step you took, you felt a little lighter. Ever since you'd run into those assholes months ago and they'd left you for dead, you'd been feeling like a skittish animal. The reason why you'd been so starving was because the stores in the area were getting scarcer off food and when you went the last time, the gang of men had been there. Not feeling like having your throat slit again, you'd avoided it like the plague. You didn't have to worry about them anymore, didn't have to sneak around and keep tabs on them so you could always stay one step ahead. But you knew the relief would be short-lived because there would always be another group to take their place. You'd quickly learnt that nothing brought out the worst in humanity as much as the downfall of civilization. There was the added threat of the dead ones walking around but after living this life for so long, you worried far less about the dead ones than the living. The dead were like animals, operating on pure base primal instinct and the drive for food. They were predictable. The living however were far worse. They were unpredictable, selfish, greedy, desperate and deadly. There were worse things than death in this life. Getting taken out by one of the dead was one of the easiest ways to go now, but you'd just take some respite from the harsh reality of the new world while you had it. Whatever came for you next, you'd deal with it when it came to it. 

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