#and karen sees billy for who he is - she knows him

[leiascully]

Rewatching Pilot and realizing how red Karen Swenson's hair is and something something Karen-Billy-Theresa/Scully-Mulder-Samantha parallels. It's not a fully formed thought. But there's something.

#the x-files #yes i know they end up married #tell me that samantha isn't the great love of mulder's life before scully #no one ever said the man was modeling or modeled healthy relationships #at first glance they look like a naive victim a pawn/perpetrator and the heir to a crime who learned too much and couldn't be tolerated #but they're really all victims #the adults around them are the perpetrators #as if anyone would have believed theresa if she'd revealed what she suspected #and then scully with the same marks as karen (almost) #billy woken from his long sleep to a world in which he's both a bad guy and an innocent (oh hello mulder-style baggage) #and theresa spirited away from her conspirator parents in order to protect her #damn after 30 years i'm still seeing something new #oh AND #karen seems like a silent victim #but she's the key to cracking the whole case #meanwhile scully is supposed to be a spy/mole and ends up as mulder's greatest ally #and karen sees billy for who he is - she knows him

[geminibsworld]

porn!star William bonney gets a new scene partner.

tags: no minors, smut, pure porn, fluff (lil bit), angst, daddy kink bc y not maybe some innocence obvi but ya

it's the summer of 1980, porn was the ultimate career that anyone could get settled in. especially, if you're hot. Paris, adjusted her white tank pulling it down hoping to impress someone. she sat in a kind of dingy office, many men and women were around her. Paris had never done anything like this before, in fact she was a virgin. but loads of other girls make money this way, and she's interested in trying something new.

"Paris Smith?" her name was called, she stood up and walked confidently towards the door. in she walked into a tan room, a woman and a man sat in there.

she noticed a camera behind them, as she sat on the couch nervous. she picked at her nails, staring at them, they were talking about her.

"alright, sweetheart," the man spoke, he looked young. he was beautiful, blue eyes, long wavy hair, and the prettiest pink plump lips.

"lemme see your tits, baby," his voice interrupted, she took off her shirt. the man and the girl both looked at each other. his face, with a smirk.

"those are real right?" the woman asked, writing something down. Paris nodded her head before speaking.

"yes ma'am, I've had no work done," Paris smiled, quickly. the man nodded slowly.

"got some nice legs," he mumbled," take em off for me. real slow." his eyes pouring into hers. the woman was writing stuff down, watching you through her glasses at the top while the man never took his eyes off of her.

she turned around unbuttoned her shorts, before bending over and pulling them down, slowly. she turned her head to look at them, the man was admiring her almost. he thought she was gorgeous, how'd she get here? her tan skin dark against the white panties she had on, a pink bow sat on top of her panties, they were high cut. he shook his head looking down at the paper.

-tan

-young

-blonde

he only had three notes about this girl. he nodded at the woman next to him. she nodded, a tight lip smile.

"we'll call you,"

☆

she huffed on her cigarette, anxiously waiting for the call. it's been three days, she wanted to know what was going on. something, anything. the phone rang, she ran towards the kitchen grabbing the yellow phone off the wall her hair flying.

"hello?" she asked, hopeful but nervous.

"Hi, is this Paris smith?" a woman asked, sounding cheerful.

"yes, ma'am. can I ask who this is?" Paris asked, chewing the inside of her cheek.

"yes this is, Karen. we met the other day," she started, "I wanted to contact you to let you know we've made a decision. "

"oh okay," Paris gulped, she wanted this.

"we've decided to take you on! you'll be with the man you met the other day. he'll be your scene partner most of the time. they call him, billy the kid. ya know the cowboy?" she laughed, shuffling playing in the background. Paris grinned, and did a small happy dance before responding.

"okay, awesome, when do I start?" Paris asked, trying not to sound too happy. that man she met the other day, made her feel some type of way plus he was hot.

"hold on, sweetheart. I have to get you introduced, a solo scene or two," Karen said, chewing on a piece of gum now.

"okay," she gulped now nervous, she's never done anything like this before. she's a virgin and and she's never touched herself so she can't imagine, she was fine because sex looked easy but that's different being on her own.

"so william, aka billy, is thirty years old okay? hope you don't mind too much, he was quite fond of you," Paris blushed, she thought he was her age.

"you've had sex before right?" Karen asked, Paris looked around before nodding.

"yes maam," Paris mumbled into the phone. Karen was sitting in the same room with William, he was listening to their conversation. he smirked, he knew she was a virgin.

'liar' he mouthed at Karen, she rolled her eyes ignoring him.

"okay sweetheart, come in tomorrow at 10am and we'll talk okay,"

☆

Paris stood outside at a cheap motel, she grimaced to herself and looked around. hookers and drug deals all around her, she felt excited and it was only ten am. she double checked the paper that had the address and room number on it, she looked around before walking to the left side checking a few doors before climbing the stairs and finding the room. before she could knock, a naked girl ran out bawling her eyes, holding her clothes close to her chest. her eyes in shock as she looks inside a film crew and a bed, was really that was in there. she gulped feeling nervous, then seeing him. he smiled a welcoming smile before saying,"hope you're not taking her place yet, you ain't ready for this honey," he rasped, he wanted to see her reaction. she gulped, blinking her eyes slowly looking away. he laughed, her cheeks felt warm.

"you don't know what I'm ready for actually," Paris snapped, feeling annoyed this man is undermining her.

"ooh did I upset you?" he stood tall over her, she just now noticed he was shirtless, his chest and arms toned with a perfect size waist. her eyes searched his face before looking at his chest, again.

"no,-" before she could finish, she bumped into the bed and fell. she looked up at him, he crouched slowly not breaking eye contact.

"no, what?" he asked, brows furrowed slightly, his gaze seemed softer as he reached out to touch her hair. two fingers grabbed the ends pulling gently, then letting go.

"oh my God you're here! William leave that poor girl alone, you're not workin with her just yet," Karen walked up to her grabbing her hand and pulling her to the small bathroom.

Paris' cheeks were red, and William knew it. he smirked to him, watching her long legs take her away. she caught a quick glance, back at him. his eyes racking her body, before their eyes met and the bathroom door shutting.

"put on this white set, goes with your innocence then when you're done come out and we'll decide if you need some make up," Karen said eyeing her, "by the looks of you though, we won't need it,"

Karen shut the door behind her, leaving Paris alone. her long wavy honey locks reached her mid back, she looked at herself in the mirror feeling nervous and scared. she swallowed the feeling as her heart thumped hard in her chest. she sliding off her shorts then her tank top, sliding off panties. luckily she wore no bra, she slid the new white panties up her legs. high cut. she thought, she put the white lacy bra on. she noticed pink bows on the waist band, and in between the cups. Paris noticed how the white looked against her tan skin, she loved how it made her look. she grinned, looking at herself in the mirror. she turned around flipping her hair over her shoulder, she looked at her back and down. she looked hot, she thought.

a knock on the door, interrupted her. she opened it, Karen grinned and whistled slightly.

"you look so beautiful, doesn't she boys?" she pulled her out by her frail hand, Paris giggled as Karen spun her around. the men nodded, but William did nothing. he stared at her, before swallowing and looking away. Paris was kind of disappointed, she felt hot she wanted to know she looked hot.

"alright, let's see what you got. just touch yourself, and look at the camera okay? look pretty, and have fun." Karen led Paris to the bed, different sheets lay on the bed with different blankets. a white silk sheet, Paris crawled on the bed sitting on her calves. she watched as William stood farthest away, still sneaking glances.

"will is gonna watch, since he'll be your partner for the most part, and but if you want him to leave, just say so. you're the boss," Karen said, close to Paris, tapping her shoulder comfortingly.

"alright, andddd action!" Paris frozen but nodding to herself, she laid down on her chest on the bed. propping her ass up, arching her back. Paris flipped her hair to the side, before rolling over to her back. one of the cameramen picked up another camera getting a different angle, scanning down her body. she stared straight at the camera, she smirked biting her lip sliding her hand down to between her thigh whimpering touching herself ever so slightly. Paris sat up slowly, bending over her cheek laid on the pillow, her ass and pussy facing the camera, as she began rubbing herself. she was so into it, she didn't know what was going on. tom watched as she shamelessly rubbed her pussy, his cock hardened at the sight. what a star, he thought. he watched as Paris slid her panties down her legs, the other camera getting a close up as she ran her fingers between her wet folds. she moaned before sticking in one small finger gasping before doing another. William watched as his dick felt like it was about to explode. wet sounds squishing as she plunged her small fingers in and out of her, her body lay flat as she clawed at her tits. she cried out, pulling her now soaked fingers into her mouth sucking on them. she winked into the camera before their eyes met, her mischievous grin dropped and her cheeks turned before Karen handed her a robe covering her. everyone else started talking, looking at footage, or taking a smoke break.

"I can't believe I did it," Paris giggled to Karen as they smoked outside, the robe fell off of her shoulder before william walked out. he gestured for Karen to leave as paris' hair blew in the wind as she watched the palm trees blow around. the sky was Grey and the ocean wrecked the sand. Paris smiled at the view, before she noticed Karen wasn't there. william sat next to her, staring out.

"pretty ain't it?" his voice deep, Paris nodded.

"listen honey, If we're gonna work together I'm gonna need you to stop playing this nervous act. you can be innocent or whatever but we're gonna have to be cool before your pretty self sits on my cock," he sighed, looking over at her. she snapped her head towards him, he shrugged.

"I'm just sayin, honey," Paris was upset. how could be such an asshole? she thought, or well she thought she was thinking.

"I'm not the asshole, I'm being realistic. it may be porn but I try to enjoy it and you should too." william snapped, Paris scoffed. William looked over at Paris with a look of disgust.

"then why the hell was that girl crying when I got here?" Paris crossed her arms over her chest, Williams eyes went down to her perfect tits before laughing.

"because of an orgasm, I gave her. fucked her, stretched her, tasted her, she came everytime. the last time she started crying her eyes out saying,' I can't, no more,' " he rolled her eyes, shrugging, "one day soon that'll be you,"

"you won't be able to make me cum," she spat at him, brows furrowed as she puts out her cigarette smashing it into the metal fence.

"and for the record, I'm doing this for money. not for pleasure," she said, bitterly. William sucked in a breath before stepping over to her, towering over her small frame. she stood stall, not faltering. he smirked down at her, his hands gently reaching for the belt around her robe before pulling it open. the robe exposed her perfect body, she gasped trying to close it before william held it wide open only towards him though.

"I'll show you pleasure, babygirl," his voice rough and deep, "and you'll still get that money, maybe even more. I'll show ya how it's done," his eyes racked her body, over and over. taking in every detail.

he closed her robe back up, her mouth agape at him. he grinned, before saying, "baby, close your mouth before I close it for you," he laughed in her face, turning to walk away before saying,"you're a real star, by the way,"

☆

"I can't believe him! of course, he's just a cocky asshole," Paris groaned into her bed, her roommate laughed.

"emphasis on cock, girl you're lucky. I've seen a couple of his films, and he is good. you can tell it's real," her friend, Rachel, grinned mischievous. Paris sighed, sitting up. maybe she should watch something of his so she knows what to expect?

"do you still have those films?" Rachel smirked, giggling.

"yes girl! they're hot as hell, here I'll get em," Paris sat up, her shorts wedging slightly and her big tshirt falling off her shoulder. Paris laid on her stomach waiting for Rachel, she thought about William. he was so hot, but twelve years older. Paris is freshly eighteen, it's a bit weird, but at least it's legal. she couldn't help but laugh out loud at her thoughts as Rachel entered.

"alright girl, I got billy the man and cowboy, which one?" Paris thought about it, cowboy seemed good to her but so did billy the man.

"you pick, you've seen em," she shrugged, Rachel nodded putting in a vhs. the screen went blue before turning black, then it opened to a scene.

william was in a bar, he was dressed as a cowboy. tight blue button up, with tight brown pants with cowboy boots, and a hat. Paris watched as he threw back a shot before the bar tender asked, "what else you'll be having?" it was a woman, she wore her dress low with heavy make up and big hair.

"you," suddenly William grabbed the woman and picked up the woman, as she placed kisses on his neck. he carried her over to a booth as he laid her down on her stomach, he yanked up her dressed before crouching down. he spread her cheeks open, before spitting on her pussy. he then quite literally devouring her, his tongue swirling around her clit, sucking on it, back to swirling his tongue up and down she pressed herself down on him. he spanked her, hard.

"mhm, no," he mumbled into her, pulling away. her moans and whimpers stop, as he pulls himself out of his pants.

"he's huge, rachel," Paris gaped, Rachel laughed clapping her hands. Paris watched as he fucked the shit out of that woman, she was screaming and clawing at him before he grabs her wrists planting them above her head. he leaned down to the woman's ear, whispering.

"such a fucking slut, you like that?" he plunged into her from the back, her screams loud as william moans.

"fuck, suck me now," he breathed, pulling out her hole clenching one last time.

Paris couldn't help but think about the aching feeling between her thighs. she was soaking, so wet than she'd ever been. surely, soaking through her shorts. she crossed her legs, rubbing her thighs against her heat. she couldn't help but wish that was her. the woman swallowed his largely endowed member almost all the way, she watched as William through his head back in pleasure. eyes screwing shut, as he came into her mouth. he pulled out of her mouth, a string of cum following.

then it ended, Paris knew she was fucked. she was so horny, she told her roommate she was going to bed before turning on the other film and touching herself. she came several times that evening, she washed her sheets and took a shower.

☆

she was at a party hosted by the industry, she walked in a tight short black dress, and some heels. music bumped, people were doing coke, smoking weed, or just simply having a good time. Paris sat in the corner, before she noticed a man coming up to her.

"hey, I'm jessie," his southern accent smooth, she nodded and shook his hand that he put out almost instantly.

"paris," she nodded, she sipped her champagne looking around for anyone or anything.

"I love your new tape, you're gonna be a star," Jessie said, closer to her. Paris gulped, extremely anxious.

"yeah, she is a star." Paris knew that voice, it was him. she watched as Jessie nodded before walking away, Paris scoffed grabbing another glass downing it.

"woah, slow down, baby," william laughed, she glared at him. of course, he came over to be an asshole.

"why did you come over here?" Paris quipped at him, he shrugged grabbing a glass of champagne and sipping on it. his blue green eyes racking her up and down. he wanted to tease her.

"oh no reason, you look good tonight. not as innocent of course. white is more your color," he smirked, stepping closer. Paris looked up at him, smirking. two can play at that game she thought.

"yeah, well, billy the man, you look good as a cowboy," her pink lips etched into a grin, his knees felt weak. he arched up one eyebrow.

"why do you think I said you look good in white?" he asked her, his fingers gently touching her brushing her hair out of the way. his fingers touched her colar bone, chills appeared on her skin. she looked down, before gulping and replying.

"I've seen why they call you billy the man, and let's just say, I touched myself to you and creamed everywhere," she smirked at him, his dick hardened, as her panties filled. she cleared her throat, stepping back from william. the rock music played, lowly. the party had died down, they both didn't even notice, william, grabbed Paris pulling her away.

"where are we going?" Paris asked, nervously william ignored her. pulling her into a broom closet. he pushes her upgainst the wall, she gasps. her back to the wall as William stood over her. looking down, his eyes much darker.

"to show me, what'ya got," he leans down and kisses her, his lips enveloping her into him. her hands unsure where to go, slowly going up his chest, william impatiently places her hands up in his long wavy hair. his hands racking up her body, pushing up her dress, his toned arms picking up her from under her thighs shoving her deeper into the wall. she moaned into him as he started sucking on her neck, licking, and kissing. she cried out, he placed a hand over her mouth.

"shhh, be quiet, honey," he grinded, into her. she soaked against his crotch. surely leaving a wet spot on his pants, william didn't care. he wanted to feel her.

he grinded his hardened self into her, she threw her head back in pleasure whimpering into his ear, he moaned quietly. no girl ever made me feel like this and he wasn't even inside of her.

"fuck, baby, so wet for me." he rubbed her clit, her juices coating his fingers, he rubbed with his two fingers, in circles wanting her to cum.

"fuck, will- " he stopped her placing a hand over her mouth, "daddy, I want you to call me daddy,"

Paris suddenly feel like she couldn't control herself anymore. her eyes rolled in the back of her head, as she shook and clenched around nothing. he pulled her hand out of her panties, pulling his fingers into his mouth sucking her juices off holding eye contact.

"that was easy," he mumbled into her ear, amusement in his voice. he sat her down, before looking down at his pants, a wet spot right on his crotch. he didn't care, he honestly wanted to inhale the scent. Paris sat there unsure of what to do, clearing her throat. he planted a wet kiss to the side of her head. she shook her head.

"what about you?" she asked,quietly. he smirked, laughing.

"what about me? you want my dick in your mouth that bad?" he asked, scanning over her body again walking slowly towards her. her back hit the wall, again. she looked up at him, nodding.

"well, I came. do you not need to?" she asked, almost innocently. Williams cock was hard, too hard. he did need to cum, but he'll save it for their scene together.

"nah, I'm good,thank you though," he smiled quickly opening the door, he stopped. Paris peaked around seeing, Karen. fuck, they both thought.

Karen had her arms crossed, with a annoyed look on her face. it was obvious things happened between the two, no doubt.

"seriously? can't keep your dick in your pants for five fucking minutes?" Karen spat, then looking at Paris before sighing.

"come on, let's get you home. will, you and I will have to talk."

☆

"save it for the cameras," Karen crossed her arms, "seriously. you don't need feelings getting involved,"

William scoffed, rolling his eyes before puffing on his cigarette. Karen stared at him disappointment, and slightly disgust.

"she's fine, we were just having a bit of fun," he didn't make eye contact with her, Karen groaned at him.

"she's young, will! she's practically a child who just so happens to be of legal age. you all have different mindsets, she's eighteen and you are a literal grown man. she is your scene partner, not your own flesh light." Williams nostrils flared, smashing his cigarette into the railing.

"oh my god, all you ever do is complain! she's young and? I was helping her out, is all. she threw herself at me, and yeah. I was into it, " william seethed stepping towards Karen, her back pressed against the railing, the salty air blowing.

"but, maybe I started it and I wanted it, wanted more." Karen pushed him back, glaring hard at him.

"save it for the fucking cameras or else," Karen walked away, her tight bun becoming unraveled slightly, her cotton blue suit feeling tighter than normal.

☆

Paris was mad at William, she could've lost her job. she got $75 for her solo scene which is the most they give out at the time, she was satisfied with herself. she was cleaning the apartment, music played as she danced around the apartment. the phone rang, she ran into the kitchen grabbing it.

"hello?" she asked, it was quite till she heard him .

"hey honey, I need you today," william spoke, she rolled her eyes.

"for work?" she asked, william chuckled.

"yes, doll. Karen told me to call for her," Paris felt unsure, what if he was just tricking her.

"can I talk to karen?" she asked, almost embarrassed.

he scoffed before replying, "you don't trust me honey,?"

before she got to reply, she heard Karen's voice. she felt better knowing she was talking to karen about work rather than him.

"hey sweetheart I'm sorry it's so short notice but I need you to be here within the hour, come to this address okay?" Paris nodded writing down the address, nervousness bubbling in her. she was finally going to fuck billy the man. Paris felt like her heart was going go explode out of her chest in the back of the taxi. her nails pressing into her palms as hard as she could, her jaw was clenched and she stared out of the window. she passed palm tree after palm tree, looking out at the beach. the taxi came to a stop, they were at the beach entrance. her eye brows furrowed.

"we're here," the driver spoke, gruffly eyeing her from the rear view mirror. she handed him a twenty, before stepping out. the taxi pulled off fast, her sundress moving around her thighs. she walked down to the entrance, her flip flops covered in the hot sand. she couldn't help but smile at the salty air. the sun was beating down on her, she kept walking till she spotted Karen of course yelling at William.

"where is she!? the hour is almost up!" Karen looked so anxious and stressed, Paris sped up her walking speed.

"we have to start shooting, william, and if she's not here I'll have to call someone else," Karen frantically, swung her hands around as William turned out. his brows furrowed from the sun, he smirked at Paris. her dress was see through in the sun.

"hey good lookin," he called to Paris, karen screamed excitedly.

"you're here! fuck, go put on this suit okay? there's a small out house over there, we have to start shooting, like now! now go!" she shoved a red one piece bathing suit in paris' hands. it looked like the baywatch suits, Paris had always dreamed about being one of those girls. Paris nodded walking off, taking a quick glance at William. he was shirtless with short swim shorts on, his tan skin glistening, his broad shoulders, toned arms and chest. Paris quickly turned around meeting Williams eyes. he winked back at her, she could feel her cheeks heat up as she scurried off towards the outhouse. she pulled open the curtains, slipping her dress down her shoulders to over her hips to down at her feet. she slipped off her panties, sliding on suit. it fit her like a glove, and gave her breasts a push up look. the red suit extremely high cut, with her whole ass out. she couldn't help but feel extremely exposed, no one was at the beach where they were at but still. she felt nervous.

she picked up her panties and dress, walking out. she held her clothes in front of her, knowing her ass was out she wanted to feel covered a bit more. she walked over to the rest of the crew, william was the first to notice her but didn't say anything.

"you ready sweetheart? alright, so you're a life guard and william is.. a beach goer," Karen said, hesitantly.

"wait, isn't a cowboy like his thing?" Paris, asked her brows furrowing in confusion.

"baby, I'm all kinds of things," he laughed, Karen shook her head as Paris still looked confused.

"we wanted to try a different scene, see how yall both do," Karen smiled, rubbing paris' arm before loudly yelling, "let's get this show on the road people,"

Paris wanted to scream, or drown herself in the ocean. she could not believe this was happening, she stood in the water with her toes in the sand as William laid down on a towel. she was supposed to approach him, and start the scene. she was so nervous, but yet so excited.

"and, action!" a voice called out, two cameras from a far and another cameraman behind her scanning her face and body. she walked towards william was, he laid there with his eyes closed hands on his stomach. the cameraman followed closely behind her making sure to catch an angle of her ass and in between her legs. she cleared her throat at William, he peaked an eye at her open.

"sir, no sleeping on the beach," she said, standing a top of him. his blue eyes opened, a playful grin on his face. he chuckled at Paris, he sat up on his elbows.

"oh yeah? what are you gonna do about it, life guard?" he asked, a playful smirk on his lips.

Paris gulped, before responding.

"I could write you up?" Paris suggested, william laughed standing up.

"or we could forget it ever happened," he suggested, lowly. she looked up at him as his fingers traced her thighs, right up by her hip bones. she shuddered, william leaned down to her ear.

"I can't wait to finally feel you," he said, too low for anyone to hear but him and her. she gasped before william placed a wet hungry kiss to her parted lips, his tongue slipped in as she remembered what he liked. she kissed him back with the same energy, slipping her fingers in his waves. her tongue traced his tongue as his hands roamed her body, kneading her ass flesh to her back, to finally her tits. his thumb softly rubbing her hardened nipple, she let out a little whimper as william leaned down to her ear licking her ear lobe then his tongue tracing down to a spot below her ear. she moaned tugging on his hair. his left hand slowly went down her body, rubbing her. she threw her head back, moaning. william licked down her chest pulling her straps down, exposing her tan breasts her pink nipples hard against the salty cool air. she sucked in her breath, as william took a nipple into his mouth. she whimpered, this time she felt herself pooling in the suit. she looked at william with pleading eyes , his eyes met hers as he wrapped his arms around her pulling her onto the towel down with him.

Paris was so horny and william was full on teasing her, he had barely touched her as she was a moaning wet mess. william laid down on his back, pulling Paris on top of him. he groaned as she straddled him, she moaned feeling him against her.

"forgot about that write up huh?" he asked, his voice low a smirking playing at his mouth. she grinded against him, as billy looked up at her. he bit his lip, before pulling her lips to him again.

"mhm, slide your suit over baby," he said against her mouth, her hand slid down pulling her suit over. Williams hand played with her clit, rubbing in circles with his thumb while his other hand pulled himself out.

"you're gonna ride me baby, wanna see them pretty tits bounce," he said, she nodded. preparing herself as she placed herself on top of his tip, she was soaked no doubt but william was huge. her roommate said he looked about 9 or 10 inches. she gulped at the thought, she slid down him slowly. William groaned, loudly.

"s-shit, so fuckin tight," he mumbled, his eyes closing. Paris was in pain, but soon as she took him all in and adjusted he hit this spot. he felt her clench around him, he couldnt help but smile.

"so easy," he mumbled, as he wrapped his arms around Paris lifting his hips up taking over. his arms wrapped around her waist as her plowed into her, she screamed as william hit her g spot over and over.

"fuck, baby, you feel too fuckin good," he moaned into her neck, she threw her head back lost in euphoria. her juices coated his cock, dripping. William had lost himself in her, listening to her moans and whimpers. he quickly flipped them both over so he was top, pulling her legs above her head, he grabbed both her wrists pulling them above her head.

"want daddy to keep fucking you, honey?" he asked, pulling out teasing between her wet swollen folds. Paris felt like her body was on fire, she felt tired from cumming so much but she wanted to show she could do it.

"yes daddy, please, keep fucking me. I need to feel all of you," she moaned, william groaned before shoving all of himself into her at once. she cried out, her eyes closing. he let go of her wrists grabbing her jaw, her lips puckering.

"fuckin look at me while you take my dick," her eyes wide, tears brimming as william plunged into her over and over. she moaned loudly, william held her face, noticing her eyes watering.

"yeah, take it, baby. you gonna cum for daddy again?" his hand played with her clit while he fucked her. she felt all of him, she was losing her mind.

"yes daddy," his hand on her throat, applying slight pressure as he moaned into her.

"oh fuck, not gonna last much longer with you saying all that," Paris cried out, as william picked up his pace. yanking her on hips as he slammed into her, her legs wrapping around his tight waist. his large calloused hands under her back pulling her close, her head hung back mouth a gape. William moaned, as he became sloppy yet still quick. he pulled out, finishing on her naked body spread out all over. on her tits, stomach, and right above her swollen pussy.

william was out of breath, standing up before helping Paris up. Karen rushed over with a robe, before paris' legs shook so much she had to be steaded into william. Williams arms grabbed her, a laugh erupting from his lips. Paris' skin pink and sweaty, her hair a mess, her lips swollen but william thought she looked beautiful still. Karen placed the silky robe around her shoulders, Paris felt like she was going to fall over.

"wow, will, you really got her," Karen laughed, as Paris giggled quietly. william laughed, picking up the red suit. following behind the girls, william couldn't help but think about Paris. she seemed so innocent yet so sure of herself.

"how about we go and celebrate yalls first scene?" Paris drank a water bottle, slipping on her dress forgetting her panties. she didn't know where they went, she didn't know william had taken them.

#tom blyth #tom blyth smut #tom blyth x reader #billy the kid #billy the kid 2022 #tbosas

[its-vannah]

All I want | Another Love Part Two | Eddie Roundtree x Reader

Request from anonymous: I don't know if this can be considered a request, is more so that I will die if you don't to a part 2 of the Another Love story, where Eddie offers to help Y/N get over Graham, shoot his shot with the girl now that she decided to move on. She starts to realize his feelings for her and decides to give him a chance. Or maybe like they start a friends with benefits kinda thing, but eventually she falls in love with him as well? idk, just throwing ideas out there....

A/N: So, I started writing... And I've decided this is going to be a three part mini series. This one's mainly just a filler. Building, really.

Warnings: None

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Daisy Jones and The Six Masterlist

The night Graham broke your heart was the night you thought you had lost everything. But you didn't, not in the slightest. There was one person who never left your side, hadn't even considered it. Eddie.

He had held you in the back seat of your car as you cried into his chest. Once you had fallen asleep, he debated waking you up and taking you home. But that posed a few problems: you would either drive back on your own (he didn't want to leave you by yourself in your state) or he would drive you but wouldn't be able to drive himself back since it was your car.

In the end, he wound up with the back of his head against the window, his back at an awkward angle with one food planted on the seat and the other hanging over the side of the leather seat.

You were nestled in his side, your breaths now steady.

But his back was killing him and there was barely enough room for the two of you. So he went to his next option.

Sitting up, he pulled you with him, lifting you out of the car as gently as he could without waking you.

Eddie got a few looks from people passing by on the street, but he payed them no attention. He just focused on getting you comfortable.

He readjusted you in his arms to make sure you were fully supported before entering the elevator, using his knee to press the button to his floor.

Looking down at you, he couldn't help but smile. When he looked at you, he didn't see your puffy eyes or tear stained face. Eddie just saw how truly beautiful you were, how at peace you had found yourself.

When the elevator doors opened, he stepped out, rounded a corner, and began making his way to his room.

What he didn't expect to see was Karen sneaking out of Graham's room. She looked at him, eyes wide.

"Not a word to Billy?"

He shook his head, "Not a word."

Karen smiled, "She alright?"

"Exhausted, it was a long day."

She raised her brows, a smirk appearing on her face, "Are the two of you—"

"No, no it's not like that. I'm her—We're friends. It's just too late for her to drive home," He said, his voice just above a whisper.

"Hope the two of you sleep well," The keyboardist said, slipping back into her room.

Eddie kept one arm behind your back, his other replaced with his knee as he dug for his room key with his now free hand.

Finding it deep in his pockets, he pulled it out and stuck it in the lock, twisting it gently before placing it back in his pocket and stelping inside.

He set you down on his bed, carefully slipping your shoes off and placing them at the food of the bed. Then he moved to your hair, running his fingers through it to get some of the knots out.

Draping the sheets over you, he stepped away and headed for the bathroom to get changed into his pajamas.

Once he was done, he made his way over to a small couch in the corner of the room, taking a spare blanket from the end of the bed on his way there.

Checking on you one last time, he turned out the beside lamp and went to sleep.

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The sunlight filtered through the hotel room the next morning, waking you from a dead sleep.

You could tell that something was off before you even opened your eyes. You weren't at home, this wasn't your bed.

Slowly opening your eyes, you took in your surroundings. No one else was in the bed with you, the room was empty. Where were you?

That's when the bathroom door opened. Eddie poked his head out, his face softening when he saw you, "Morning."

Confused, you took off the covers from on top of you, "Morning..."

There was silence for a moment, "Eddie?"

He hummed in response, pulling a long sleeve shirt over his white tank top.

"I didn't make it back home last night?"

"You passed out in the back seat. I figured you'd be more comfortable up here than there, so I brought you up."

You furrowed your brows, "Where did you sleep?

He nodded towards the couch, causing you to groan.

"I kicked you out of your own bed?"

He let out a soft laugh, "It's alright, Y/N. The couch was fine. Plus, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay," He said, teasingly adding, "You can pay my chiropractor another day."

You sighed, falling back onto the bed.

Eddie sat down on the edge of the mattress by your legs, "How are you holding up?"

"I feel like shit," You admitted, sitting up. You got a glance of yourself in a mirror, groaning, "I look like shit, too."

He shook his head, "No, you don't."

Smiling at him, you leaned into him for a hug, your chin resting on his shoulder, "I don't know what I would've done without you last night. How can I make it up to you, I'm sure you barely got any sleep."

His hand found your back, returning the embrace, "Don't worry about it. Just take care of yourself."

"I should probably get going if I'm going to make it to the show later."

Eddie pulled away, "You're still going?"

"I owe it to you, Ed."

"You don't have to, you know."

You placed a hand atop his, "I want to."

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The day after the concert, your head was spinning. You wanted to say goodbye to Eddie and Camila, the girls, too, but it made you sick to think you'd see Graham there again.

You made the decision to go anyway, getting to the hotel to bid your farewells just after sunrise. Their next stop was Chicago.

Julia saw you first, standing hand in hand with her mother. She pointed at you, pulling Camila's hand and running towards you as fast as her little legs could carry her.

You scooped her up in your arms, peppering her face with kisses, "I got you something."

She clapped excitedly, kicking her feet as you held up a stuffed tiger from the zoo you had gotten for her when she was first born. You had meant to send it to her ages ago, but had never gotten the chancs.

Camila shook her head, smiling, "You spoil her too much. She's going to expect something everytime she sees you, you know."

You shrugged, handing the toddler over to her mother, "There are worse things in the world."

"Y/N?" A voice called out from behind you.

Turning towards the direction of the voice, you were glad to see Eddie walking towards you with a suitcase. He walked a little faster when he spotted you, not wanting to waste the little time he had before he left.

You met him halfway, throwing your arms around him. It took him a moment before he returned the hug, pulling you close to him, "I didn't think you'd come."

You pulled away a bit to look at him, "And miss seeing my favorite people off? What kind of girl do you think I am?"

He didn't know how to answer, so he just pulled you back into another embrace.

Warren honked the horn, "Come on, ladies and gentlemen!"

Camila shot him a threatening look for interrupting your goodbyes.

The two of you finally broke away from each other as the rest of the band piled into the van. Camila pulled you in for a brief hug, practically an arms length away because of her bump.

"I'll call you when we get back, alright?"

You nodded, "I look forward to hearing from you. Let me know how the delivery goes, alright?"

She nodded happily, "I will."

Getting into the van, she and Eddie waved at you one last time before pulliny away. In the blink of an eye, they were gone. But you had this new feeling sinking into your heart, and you couldn't quite put a finger on it.

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[gaysontodd]

see, like. the thing that gets me is people like to paint billy as an unlikeable asshole who is barely tolerated when like. he high fives his teammates. he acknowledges people at the party. hes angry and standoffish but hes not a complete dick. like. the girl he drives away with when he makes max skate home because she’s late- she’s startled and surprised when he snaps at her for calling max his sister. hes not exactly pleasant, right, hes got a neutral-to-bitchy face going on while they wait, but thats not really surprising. hes only smiling and making an effort with steve and mrs wheeler. we know hes making an effort with karen wheeler because she knows where max is and he needs to find max, and well. look. hes gay coded out the ass and loves to yank steves pigtails. you do the math. at the party he smiles right after he breaks steves keg stand record, and then he goes back to resting bitch face. he defaults to rbf. but people like him anyway.

#leo.txt #billy hargrove #also. fic likes to paint him at the town troublemaker everyone sideeyes #i disagree but thats another post

[birdiewriteslit]

“engagement”

warren rhodes x fem!reader

warren proposes to you and life couldn’t be better (set before the production of aurora starts)

lord this man has me writing all this soft shit. part 2

“Oh, my God, oh, my God,” you muttered while running to the house. You practically slammed open the sliding door, startling Camila and Karen, who stood against the kitchen counter.

“Jesus, you scared me,” Camila said with a hand over her heart. Karen noticed the look on your face and got concerned.

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

You broke out into a wide smile and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “No, quite the opposite.”

You held out your left hand for them to see. “Is that what I think it is?” Camila gasped and rounded the corner of the counter, Karen following suit.

Her mouth agape, she took your hand to get a better look at the ring. “He didn’t.” She looked up at you in shock.

“Let me see,” Karen said and took your hand from Camila’s. “Oh, my God. Is that moonstone?”

“It is!” You bit your lip in excitement.

“Who cares what the rock is? You’re getting married!” Camila said, pulling you in for a tight hug.

When you pulled apart, Karen took your arms and you two started jumping around, “Y/n is getting married! Y/n is getting married!” she chanted.

Camila joined in, and the three of you danced around the living room in gleeful joy. You didn’t even notice Daisy came inside until she spoke. “What’s going on in here?”

You all stopped moving and tried to act casual. “Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just getting married!”

“What? Oh, my God, tell me everything now.” Daisy said, feeling the excitement in the room. You sat down on the couch, and the girls surrounded you, eager to hear the story.

“So, we were on a walk down at the beach when he did it. We were standing in the water where it was like ankle deep just throwing rocks and shit. Out of nowhere, he drops down on one knee and pulls out this ring. Then, he’s telling me I’m the only woman for him, and I’m saying yes before he gets the question out.”

Daisy grinned. “Wow, I never knew Warren could be such a romantic.”

“Sorry, but did you just run all the way here after?” Karen asked.

You looked down sheepishly. “Sort of, but it’s not like I ran away from him or anything. He’s probably telling the guys right now.”

“We have to celebrate,” Camila said. “I’m having all of you over tonight.”

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By nightfall, the eight of you were gathered in the living room, drunk off your asses (except Billy) and laughing about stupid shit.

“Oh, remember the time when Warren drank too much and started telling all the groupies conspiracies about the government,” Graham said, laughing loudly.

“He also told them that I secretly read Cosmopolitan. So, thank you Warren for losing me a lot of play that night,” Eddie rolled his eyes and took a sip of his beer.

“Man, I only told them that because it’s true,” Warren snickered while you laughed at Eddie’s misfortune.

You were sat on Warren’s lap wearing a short white sundress. His arms came around your waist as he pulled you close enough to whisper in your ear, “You look so gorgeous right now.”

You felt your face heat up immediately. Of course, this was something he would say when nobody was listening, while the others were too wrapped up in their drinks and embarrassing stories to notice.

He leaned his head back on the top of the chair, gazing up at you with a kind of admiration he’d only ever had for you. God, you were marrying this man, and he still had the power to make you feel shy.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“I can’t look at my wife?” He offered you a toothy grin and reached a hand up to play with your hair.

Your lips quirked up in a wide smile. Your hid your face in his shoulder. “You’re too much, Warren,” you whispered against his shirt.

You felt his chest move as he laughed. “You better get used to me calling you that. You’ll be hearing it for the rest of your life.

You moved your head from his shoulder to find him looking back at you. “I really don’t mind that.”

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[kaynothanks]

Tape From Hell

Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader, more

Ask: @hargrove-stan: Can I request an imagine where the reader and Billy are dating and instead of billy getting possessed by the mind flayer it’s the reader? And billy is the one trying to free the reader from the mind flayer’s possession in star court mall? Reader doesn’t die!

Warnings: NSFW! swearing (like a lot), t o x i c relationship, SMUT, oral (f receiving), p in v, choking, dirty talk, a hint of degradation, billy being bat shit? Idk if it's a part of his personality comes with the package, crying, angst, sad shit, violence! (not from Billy for a change), it's dark I ain't gonna lie, minors dnr

Word-Count: 14k (I know she’s a long one but it’s worth it)

There were a few things about Billy that had you seething with anger for a big part of your relationship. For one, Billy Hargrove was one big asshole. He could be oh so selfish and self-obsessed and sneaky as hell. Something about his way just played into one’s annoyance just right. Perhaps it was a talent, really, for him to be able to change someone’s mood from happy to sour with only a few words and calculated looks. Just like he had done to you only half an hour prior, leaving you to sit in your car, anger brooding in the back of your mind.

You had been on your way home, punching your steering wheel furiously, as you cussed him out, the mixtape he had made for you playing loudly in the background when you almost hit a tree. Deciding it was better to stop for a few moments and calm yourself, you now sat at the side of the road, head thrown back against the seat, eyes closed as you forced yourself to stand over it.

Everything had been just fine; you knew his temper and his habits of flirting. You knew and it was fine. But when you came to the Hawkins Community Pool, where you had planned to surprise him with some food and a new bikini, which you knew he would drool over, only find him grinning down at Karen Wheeler, while biting his lip and moving his hand to gallantly pull at the strap of her swimsuit – which was quite unsuitable for a woman her age, by the way. He had seen you then, after giving a wink to one of her lady friends. And he knew what he had done too, for the sly smile had frozen on his lips and his limbs seemed to stiffen dramatically. You had turned around then, walking back to your car with the two milkshakes and bag of food in hand. He had run after you, too, and you thought had he not done so, you would have been less angry now. It was nothing, he had said. They just like to look, no need to overreact. That one had gotten you and God you had reacted, for he had pulled such shit, too, back when you were both still in high school.

All images of him ever flirting with other girls and women while you two were dating flashed in your mind. And Jesus, they were a lot, but you knew what you were getting into when you first started seeing him. You knew and you didn’t care, because all that Billy was, he was good, too. He was so very good sometimes that your heart sputtered over with love and happiness, so much you had never felt anything to compare it to. Sipping the milkshake that hadn't landed on top of his head, you started up the engine of your car again, continuing your drive further into the town. You had just gotten off one of your jobs, where you worked as a secretary for men, who showed not a single bit of respect for you, only to gain further humiliation at your second job having to wear an orange-shaped head, while selling orangey beverages all evening long.

You parked the car, which once had belonged to your father, in a sunny spot close to the entrance of Starcourt Mall. Your head plopped down against the steering wheel, eyes lazily turning to your passenger seat. A pout worked its way to your lips at the orange, green-collared, pink-buttoned work uniform. With a huff you stripped of the fine shirt you were currently wearing, leaving you in the bikini top you had purchased. For Billy.

You rolled your eyes and slipped on the orange piece of pure torture, gripping the silly hat and locking your car. There was another half hour before you had to start your shift, so instead of heading straight for Orange Julius you went up the stairs, ready to bother the shit out of your one friend.

Ignoring the people whispering upon noticing your fast pace, you vanished inside the little shop, crossing it in seconds as you pulled a chair up to the counter, causing it to screech.

"Jeez," Robin stared down at you, as you let yourself fall on the uncomfortable plastic that made the skin of your thighs stick to it. You groaned at her look, pressing your face against the cold surface of the counter, barely missing the little bell there.

She pressed her palm flat to your forehead and lifted your head. "You know how many disgusting toddler hands were all over that surface? Remember the acne you had freshman year? Be ready to embrace it 'cause it's coming for round two, baby."

"Wheeler," you whined. "Goddamn, he was flirting with her."

"Nancy?" She clicked her tongue. "Can't blame him."

"No," you moaned ready to press your face back to the counter, but her hand stopped you. "Mrs. Wheeler." You pulled back then to lean against the chair, pushing back strands of hair. "I mean, what is it? Am I- I not wrinkly enough? Do I need to put on old people's clothes?" Your hand reached for her arm as you pulled her closer. "I'm not ready to look like an old lady, Robin."

She flicked at your hand so you would let go of her. "Ah, yeah, Hargrove. Such a nice guy," she mused sarcastically. "Been telling you how much I like him, right?" She grinned falsely, batting her eyelashes. "Dreamboat waiting to sail. Nothing wrong with that guy." She rested her elbows on the counter. "One could think you are a bull with how much you go for the red flags."

You rolled your eyes, before letting them wander over the different sorts of ice-creams. "Worst thing, I spent money for him. Again."

"Did you buy him shitty expensive cologne again? 'Cause everybody needs that in their life."

"Okay, firstly, it was his birthday and he liked it. Secondly, no I didn’t. Thirdly…" You quieted as you thought.

A chuckle from behind Robin got your attention. "You don’t have a third point, do you?"

You narrowed your eyes at the brunette. "You haven’t gotten your dick wet yet, have you?"

Robin snorted. "I should make a new scoreboard. This happens way too often for there not to be a scoreboard."

"What did you spend the money on, though?" Steve questioned. You shamelessly unbuttoned a bit of the work uniform which had Steve chocking on his own spit. Pulling away the orange fabric, you showed off the bikini.

"That is…" Robin cocked her head, her hand dangling in front of her own chest as she tried to gesticulate. "Tiny… very… strappy?"

"It's hot," you argued, buttoning the uniform back up. Pointing to Steve, you gave Robin a triumphing grin. "Shut Harrington up and he didn’t even see the bottoms. Two words for you; tiny and strappy."

Robin, too, gave a glimpse over her shoulder at her colleague. "Talking about scoreboards," she mumbled, getting the whiteboard from the back. With her teeth, she pulled off the marker's cap and drew a thick line on the YOU SUCK side of the scoreboard. Your eyes landed on the empty YOU RULE part.

"Why don’t you just dump him?" Steve inquired, coming to stand beside your friend. "I haven't seen him since school ended and let me tell you, the guy's not very miss-able."

You pouted. "Because I lo-"

"No!" Robin groaned, shielding her ears dramatically. "I had to listen to three months of whining because he wouldn’t take you out. I went through that and took it like a mother-effing champ. Don’t say the other thing. I can’t take that yet."

"Robin, Billy and I have been dating for a while, you know? Pretty sure you should get ready for hearing the L-Word."

"What, it's been like a month. Big deal."

"A year," you spoke slowly. "We have been dating for a year."

"Huh," she made. "Guess time moves differently with one foot in hell."

"Did you just call my relationship hell?"

"Yup."

You crossed your arms. "You owe me free ice cream now."

"No freebies for you anymore," Steve grumbled.

You frowned. "C'mon," you whined, patting the counter expectingly. "Give me the scoops, Ahoy Boy."

"No," he squeaked, scrunching up his face. "Not after last time." The last time he had lost a bet with you, saying he would be able to get some girl's number. He hadn’t been able to do that, winning you all the ice cream you wanted for a day, straight out of his pocket. You hadn’t held back, going home with a crucial tummy ache that evening.

"Doesn’t your shift at OJ's start like four minutes ago?" Robin chimed in, still playing with the marker between her fingers.

Once more a pout grazed your lips as you stood. "This isn't over yet, Harrington. I'm going to get my scoops."

Pushing the chair back where it belonged, you waved to Robin – the one friend you had had through High School before Billy had shown up from California. You had noticed him the second he pulled up in that beautiful Camaro of his. Unlike the car that you owned, his was polished and treated with care. Treated with love.

Billy didn’t hold love more many things in this life but his car surely was one of them.

After his big entrance, everyone around you had his name in their mouths, with the rumor-mill stirring like crazy. Before the first period had even started, you knew his name, age, and half of his family history. And he had known absolutely nothing about you. Not even known you existed – until later in the week.

You had been on your period, you remembered that. Remembered the ache in your lower abdomen, and that you had been forced to change pants after the gym class which the teacher hadn’t allowed you to sit out. So, you were walking the halls of Hawkins High in an already sour mood that had gotten significantly worse about halfway through Miss Click's history class. She had given back a surprise test that you hadn’t studied for, which was pretty clear after you saw the grade.

To say you were a bit feral that day – big understatement. When Billy Hargrove then ran into you after his afternoon basketball practice, you exploded into a fit of rage that the school hallways had never witnessed from you before.

"Are you blind? Or just blind stupid?" You had hissed at him. "I mean, understandable. That big goddamn ego of yours must be leaving no place for even just part of a brain, is it?"

As Billy spotted the crease between your brows and the furious fluttering of your nostrils and how you still just looked just so damn sweet, he knew he needed to have the devil in angel's clothing. No matter how much you resented him at first. He had managed to make you want him, so much that you spent months ranting about him to Robin. How he had managed it, you still didn’t know.

After receiving shit about the five minutes you were late, you took your spot and hat and filled the beverages in round glasses for the customers to enjoy. Once they were done, you were there to gather the dirty dishes and bring them to the back. It went on for about an hour until a perfectly styled mullet entered your vision.

"No," you said flatly as you saw his little grin. "I'm working and I don’t feel like talking right now."

His hand reached out to tug at the embarrassingly big hat you wore, which you slapped away with a huff. Mrs. Wheeler surely didn’t have to wear something so stupid. You took a step back and crossed your arms, watching as he harshly bit down on the minty chewing gum. He turned his back to you, giving you a second to freely roll your eyes, as he changed the sign on the glass door from open to closed.

"Billy," you warned. "I'm working. I don’t have time to listen to you try to talk yourself out of the deep shit you're in."

"Oh, Sweetheart," he mused, showing off his pearly whites. "Never said anything about talking, now, did I?" His fingers went up to pull out the piece of chewing gum which had probably already lost its taste.

"I swear to god, if you put that down somewhere without properly throwing it away, I will stick it to your forehead," you warned, already scrunching up your nose at the thought of having to scrub gum off any more surfaces. The ones beneath the tables were disgusting enough to clean each month.

"Princess," he spoke up, stalking closer which made you shift from foot to foot. You wanted to close your eyes and hit your head against one of the mixers to remind yourself not to let him get to you.

"No," you insisted, putting a hand out to push him away. "I don’t want your apology."

Seeing the seething red in your eyes, he sighed and finally took a step back. He leaned his back against the wall across from you, clenching and unclenching his fingers. You knew he did so to center himself, slightly pushing his nails into his skin as a reminder not to blow up when talking to the people important to him. "I'm sorry."

You lifted a brow. "For what?"

His mouth opened unsurely. "Everything."

"Everything," you whispered to yourself, before a light chuckle escaped you, with a shake of your head. "You're a bad liar, you know that?" As he went to argue about your statement, you lifted a finger, signaling him to just stop with the whole goddamn charade. You gripped the orange-shaped hat from your head and flung it aside, as you stepped further into the back. Distance was needed before you got close to bursting into tears from all your pent-up frustration with him. In front of the giant fridge, you stopped, far out of his reach, out of his sight. Both of your hands went to your face. You wanted to shout into a pillow, like you had done back in Highschool when something angered you. Or perhaps punching something, anything that would have eased what you were feeling.

Your name sounded from his lips as he rounded the corner, causing you to straighten your back. "Talk to me," he spoke, confusion in his voice as though he had no idea whatsoever of what was going on inside of your head; your heart.

"Fine," you hissed and turned to face him; angry tears stinging in your eyes. "You act like nothing's wrong when it clearly is! And I keep trying to tell myself that all of… all of your shit is just that. Your shit. And that it's going to stop at some point. That you will grow out of whatever egoistical trip you're on. But no matter how long I wait and how much I tell myself the wait is worth it, somehow, it's always a losing game with you!"

"I'm sorry," he repeated, eyes averted to the checkered floor.

"Oh, stop it." That got him to look up. "You're not. Because this is what you enjoy, Billy. God knows why but you fucking love me screaming at you, you like seeing me angry, you like us fighting."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He growled, unable to stop his own fury from rising. "I work at the goddamn swimming pool. I wear swimming trunks and I can’t fucking help them ogling me!"

"That's not even what this is about anymore!"

"What the fuck is it about then?!"

"You treating me like shit, Billy!" You shouted, throat hurting with the tone you were hitting. "What the fuck happened to all of your promises? I will take care of you, I promise to love you, I can’t wait to start a life with you," you spat in his face, ready to grip some of the filled cups that you had falsely made – in your occupation of mind - and were sent back, just to see something run down that goddamn annoyingly pretty face of his. Even if you had already smashed a milkshake on his head only hours prior.

Angry tears were pricking at your waterline, eyes burning. Or perhaps they weren't simple angry tears at all. They were a realization that somewhere along the way so much had gone wrong and still you couldn't bring yourself to give him up. You couldn't bring yourself to turn your back on the bad seemingly following your relationship because every time you tried, all the good moments invaded your thoughts, as though it was a sign that your relationship still could be everything you had hoped for.

You knew he could be. You were certain of it, had seen it in the way his eyes would make sure you were alright after coming home from a stressful day of work; In the way he checked if you had gotten enough water over the day since you tended to forget. Or how he brought back tapes which he thought you would like when it was actually him that had wanted some new music for blasting in his car.

He had a well-tuned stereo in his room, boxes placed so the center of the room would be hit with the perfect tune. You had laid on the floor the first time he played you a tape and he didn't question it, didn't look at you with anything else but adoration before joining you.

Not wanting him to see you cry, you turned with your head hung low, one hand pressed against your lips in case an uncontrollable sob tried forcing its way from your throat, while your other hand wiped at your eyes. Arms snaked around you from behind, pressing you tightly against his solid front.

"I'm sorry," he whispered over and over again, nosing at the side of your face as he pressed a kiss to your temple. You shut your eyes, turning your face to the left, away from him, and yet he continued. Admitting to being an asshole, admitting he didn't deserve you, admitting he loved you. Your heart ached until suddenly you couldn't help it as you turned your head to the other side, his kisses now falling to your cheek.

"I'm so fucking sorry," Billy murmured once more and you craned your neck then. His lips found yours immediately. Desperate and scared of losing you. Of having finally crossed the line after coming so, so close too many times to count. He couldn't understand why he was so intent on fucking up the thing he thought was the most precious achievement he had ever made. He didn't care about being popular, didn't care about making people gawk after him, not really. He cared about you so fucking much it scared him.

There were so many things in your relationship he was afraid of and somehow, he had already managed to do half the things he tried avoiding so furiously. He knew you deserved so much more, so many things better than him, better than this goddamned town. He had meant it when saying he wanted to start a new life with you somewhere else, had started circling ads for houses or apartments in newspapers that he usually wouldn't bother giving a second glance to. He had started saving up, too. Though money was one thing he couldn't say he had a fair share of.

"I'll be better," he promised, hushing it against the sweet flush on your lips which his kisses had caused. "You deserve better."

"I know," you whispered, promising yourself this was the last chance you were granting him as he turned your form in his arms. His hands, calloused by basketball and weight-lifting, fell to either side of your face, and once more his mouth was on yours; no less desperate, no less scared, no less guilty.

It was in the snap of a second that the softness faded and all the pain and betrayal was put into a messy clash of tongue and teeth. Your arms circled his shoulders as he backed you up against one of the metal tables. He tugged at the polo shirt you were wearing, almost tearing it over your head as he carelessly threw it over his shoulders.

The decorative orange and green lighting was a blur as he heaved you onto the cool surface. He halted for a moment, letting his eyes wander to the newest addition to your closet. A grin spread on his lips as he gave a swift tug on the fabric.

"Did you get that for me, baby?" His face was molten with a hint of cockiness, shaped slyly by his lopsided smirk. "Wanted me to tell you how pretty you are?" Billy questioned, lips hovering over yours before he dipped in for a soft peck. "You are, baby. My perfect girl."

My girl. Your breathing picked up and not a second you had his hair in your grasp, pulling him in close. His lips smashed onto yours in a forceful kiss. With expert fingers he snapped open the bikini top, making it join your shirt on the floor. Billy's rough hands found your hips as he pushed you closer to the ache pressing needily against the prisoning material of his jeans. One of his hands trailed up along your naked waist, finding one of your sensitive peaks, letting his thumb brush over it until he gave it a sudden pinch. You gasped.

"You liked that, baby?" He questioned against your lips, deepening the kiss before you could answer. His nose tenderly landed on your cheek, trailing down further. A small, innocent kiss was pressed against your neck as simultaneously his left hand tightened, digging into the flesh of your hip. With the tip of his tongue, Billy trailed along your pulse point, causing your eyelids to fall shut. There was no denying the comfortableness you felt when being in his arms, his kisses something to give you bliss and steal your breath.

"Billy," you sighed, the name falling from your tongue coated in all the sweetness you weren't sure he deserved. Your head felt as though it was rising to the clouds and every stroke of his tongue across your skin lulled you in contentment.

Though suddenly his mouth left your skin. You opened your eyes in confusion, only to find him sinking to his knees. "I'm gonna show you just how sorry I am."

Your thighs tensed, his bigger hands around them, spreading them however he desired, while your hands unconsciously followed the feel of his soft, blonde locks. Lightheadedness struck you as his breath fanned over the sensitive insides of your bare thighs. You didn't like a lot about your work uniform but the skirt you were growing quite fond of. The warmth caused your legs to clench as something deep in your lower tummy tightened.

"I don't care about any of them," he told you and you knew he meant the ogling women while his hands were squeezing and lifting your leg onto his shoulder. He brought your ankle to his lips, eyes boring into your own before he slowly worked his way up. "Only thing I want is you," he murmured, words smeared against the heated skin of your thighs. "Having those pretty legs spread just for me." He teethed incautiously against your sensitive spots that he knew oh so well. Again, a bright smirk spread across his face. "Getting to hear those perfect little noises from that smart mouth of yours when I make you cum."

Your legs shook as his hands bunched up the fabric of your skirt, hearing him suck in a sharp breath at the tiny bikini bottom barely covering your core. "You were going to wear that to the public pool, baby? Show everyone how pretty you look for me, how much of a whore Hawkins good girl really is?"

You swore silently as he gave a slap to your inner thigh, arching your back to press your core close to him. He gazed up at you through his gorgeous collection of thick, dark lashes that you had adored from the first moment of noticing them. "Billy- please, need it," you mumbled, brows furrowed.

He huffed out an amused chuckle. "Hold on, darling." Within seconds he had loosened the little bows and ripped away the bikini bottoms; him almost sending you from the edge of the counter, though before you could get far, he had you caged between the prodding muscles of his arms. There was little time for preparation as he pressed a messy kiss to your most sensitive bud. Your leg jolted at the sudden surge of pleasure that ascended from the very tips of your toes all the way up your spine, your nipples hardening. The hand in his locks tightened, forcing a groan from his lips, sending vibrations of his dark rumble through your core. There was no question that Billy knew what he was doing. No doubt as he parted your lower lips with his sinful tongue, exploring your pussy with a growling hunger. You shifted, the raw sensation of his muscles circling your clit too much but his arms kept you locked tightly against his tongue.

You whined loudly, forgetting about the masses of people outside the paper-thin walls, as his tongue prodded at your clenched hole, nose bumping into your glistering wetness. Billy flattened his tongue against your mound, nuzzling in messily with a slight shake of his head. His lapping at your folds didn't cease, the lower part of his face drenched in your slick.

Your hips bucked, and you weren't sure if you were trying to get away from the overwhelming stimulation or get impossibly closer to the pleasure he was giving you. You moaned out his name, purposefully tugging him closer by his blonde mullet. He sucked your clit into his mouth, your legs clenching before he let go of it with a pop.

"You're so fiery, princess- makes me want to fuck you so hard." With his teeth, he tugged on your throbbing bundle of nerves causing you to jerk forwards with a surprised moan. "You gonna let me do that, huh? Let me make you cry for the right reasons, baby?"

You nodded furiously, pleas escaping your swollen lips, easing up only at the sound of his belt unbuckling. Your ears picked up the ripping of plastic before his warmth returned between your thighs. His thick hardness nudged at your sopping entrance, as one of his hands pulled your face to his, fingers digging into your neck. "Tell me I belong to you."

You opened your mouth and though he had pressed you for a response he pushed in in one swift motion, rendering you utterly speechless.

"Tell me I belong to you," he whispered against your ear, pulling out until no more than the tip was left in your clenching core before he dove forward with no hesitation. You wetly gasped his name, nails digging into his broad shoulders but he remained relentless. "You're not gonna tell me, baby?" He teased. "Can't even think with my cock stretching that tight little cunt, huh?" Whining, one of your hands fell to his forearm while the other searched for something to hold on to behind you. It was all too much; the filthiness of his words paired with thrusts so deep your tummy felt as though it was bound to burst. "I still wanna hear it, baby," he insisted, hand circling your throat as he gave it a warning squeeze. Billy brought your ear to his lips. "Be a good girl."

"Fuck, Billy," you whined as he hit a certain spot deep in your cunt. "You bel-ah! belong to me."

"There were go, darling." His teeth tugged at your earlobe, delivering another sharp thrust that had tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "Know how you feel, princess. If anyone looks at you- fuck- touches you, I'm gonna fucking kill them," he whispered, tightening his grip on your neck ere his tongue licked at the sweaty skin of your neck where his hand didn't reach. You clenched around him, head falling back in defeat as his length continued to split you open.

"Are you close, princess? Can feel you squeezing me."

"Uh-uh," you whimpered, nodding your head. "So close."

Billy landed a spank on your ass as he yanked you closer onto his cock. His hips stuttered when you tightened at the stinging sensation, tip slamming into your spot, making you choke on your moan. "Cum for me, princess, be a good girl."

Your toes curled in pleasure, thighs trembling under his every action. You cried out his name, your sudden orgasm leaving your lungs empty of air; voice broken as Billy continued his forceful thrusts for a few moments before a low rumble of a curse fell from his lips and he stilled. He lifted his head, resting his forehead against yours, thumb stroking your throat which he had been gripping with no remorse mere seconds ago.

With one more kiss on your forehead, he pulled out carefully, asking you where you kept your towels. You wordlessly pointed to a drawer of freshly washed cloths, not sure if you could trust your voice just yet. Watchful eyes followed Billy's every move while he took out what he deemed to be the softest towel, as he moved on to wet it in the sink before stalking back to you. He gave a quiet tsk as a sign for you to open up your thighs. Unnaturally gentle, he cleaned up the mess he had forced out of you in the best ways possible and expertly threw the wet towel into the laundry basket across the room; ever the basketball star.

Billy took his place between your thighs, gripping them though tender and attentive - nothing like the bruising digging of his fingers from before. "I'll be better," he promised once more, followed by a small peck on the lips.

You grimaced, encircling his neck with your arms. "You can say it over and over again, Billy. It won't change anything. I need you to show me."

"I—"

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

Both him and you groaned simultaneously, heads dropping at the interruption. You jumped down from the metal surface, now sticky with sweat and you knew you would have to thoroughly clean and disinfect everything before leaving that evening. Hastily you pulled on the bikini top and shirt Billy held out for you, waiting for him to hand you the panties only to stare dumbly as he shoved them into the back pocket of his jeans.

"Billy," you stated with a tone to let him know you wanted them back now, though you were met with his cocky, pearly-white grin.

"You didn't think we were done, did you, princess?" He stepped closer, hand finding your bum as he gave a few innocent pats. "Haven't made you cry yet, now, have I?" He brought his lips to a level with yours. "Kiss."

With a pout you obeyed, agreeing to meet him back at his place later, since Neil and Susan wouldn't be there, going on a date night which Susan had insisted on.

...

After your shift – and another half an hour of cleaning – you closed the store, exiting the partly dark Starcourt Mall. On the drive home, you tried getting the static out of your old car radio, frustration clawing at you, you barely caught what was in front of you. You hit the brakes; heart-rate picking up as you understood that this situation could have ended so much worse.

Almost comical that Billy now seemed to be the better driver out of the two of you. He sure as hell wouldn't have almost hit the massive tree blocking the street. You rolled your eyes, knowing that now you would have to take the biggest detour of all. It was an almost complete round of the town to some old industrial district with many abandoned buildings and factories.

With a sigh, you turned the car around and headed in the other direction.

One of the tapes Billy had given to you was playing just loud enough for you to be able to blend out your own singing. Your fingers were tapping on the steering wheel as you squinted your eyes at the next factory you were to pass. Brimborn. You noted though it was too dark to make out what was written smaller below.

Ere you could get a second look something hit your windshield, shattering it. You turned the wheel in shock, the wheels of the car slipping on the sandy street, making you drift out of control as you once more hit the brakes until the car stilled. Cursing out every swear word you had ever heard, something dripped from your forehead. You lifted your hand carefully to your skin, finding it covered in red as you examined it.

Growling your clenched your hands into fists and pushed open the car door to get a look at your car. Smoke was rising from the engine hood which made you weary to even get close but then your eyes caught something weird. Brows furrowed, you stepped closer to the windshield an eerie cold running over your back as your fingers touched the gooey liquid covering the glass.

What in the holy hells did you hit? A jumbo toad?

Leaves rustled. You turned sharply, pressing closer to the smoking hood. It seemed better than being hacked up by an axe murderer from behind. A weird gurgling screech came from the dark.

"Oh, hell no," you whispered to yourself, rounding the car, and heading for the door. You pulled and rattled but the damn thing was bent shut from whatever it was that hit you. Something snaked around your ankle. You gasped about to look down when you were yanked from your feet. Screeching you tried digging into the ground to keep from being pulled into the factory by whatever this thing was. Your hand caught the iron of a handrail as you strained with all your might against the force of whatever dread awaited you in the dark.

The iron gave a creak. Your eyes shot up. It was in the blink of an eye that the iron gave and nothing of you remained in the light.

The stone floors were icy when you next opened your eyes. It was as though no more than two seconds had passed when you ripped yourself free from whatever had you in its grip. With a furiously beating heart, you dashed for the creaky metal stairs illuminated dimly by old street lamps. The gurgling of that thing still close on your heels, you took the steps two at a time, tripping when you finally reached the upside.

A shout of terror flew from your mouth as you thought it would get you once more and you hastily scrambled back to your feet and out of the steel mill. You opened the passenger side of your car and climbed through to the driver's seat, making a run with screeching tires.

Blood tickled into your eyes from the wound on your forehead. You went to wipe it away as you took in your hand covered in glinting red. Breathing picking up, you turned the rear-view mirror, a sunflower pendant Billy had gifted you dangling from it.

A figure covered in red stared back at you from the backseat. You screeched and hit the brakes. A hand shot forward from the backseat and you dodged it barely. Rattling on the dented car door curses flew from your mouth before you gripped the door handle and with full force rammed your shoulder against it. It fell open and you toppled out onto the street. Your eyes went back to the car, though the figure was there no longer.

The street lights went black. Tears of dread fell onto your cheeks, not able to see your own hand in front of you. You stumbled back to your car, tripping over something as your hand landed on the grimy surface of the engine hood.

"Build."

You whirled around and out of the black shot a streak of red lighting. The sky was lit up in a second as white flakes started to rain down from above. An eerie cold surrounded you and out of desperation, your eyes fell shut, trying to escape what was happening around the same way a child hid when being frightened.

A vision of rats zipped over your inner eye. The monster that had taken you; as its appalling arm loomed over your form back at Brimstone mere moments before everything went dark.

With a gasp, your eyes shot back open only to find the figure from your backseat grinning at you. You squinted your eyes, trying to make out who or what it was, as the horror inside your gut found a sudden surge of courage.

"What the hell do you want?!" You shouted but the figure did no more than chuckle darkly.

"Build." "Build." "Build."

The whispers came from everywhere around you. There were no more places left to hide as the figure dripping with blood moved toward you. Another sinister bold of lighting struck and the air flew from your lungs as your own face loomed back at you. The creature might have worn your face but the darkness in it was nothing you could have ever conjured.

This creature was a nightmare sent from the darkest of realms, you were sure of it, and for a second you contemplated whether it was the devil itself standing across from you.

"Build," she stated and leaped.

...

You shot up utterly breathless and disoriented in a way you had never experienced before. There was a ringing in your ears, a distortion in your vision and it took you a few minutes to understand you were at home. The room was dark, curtains shut completely which was unusual for you since you liked sleeping with the moon bringing a bit of light.

The ringing in your ears was joined by the unsteady thumbing of your heartbeat. You stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom across the hall which your mother had remodeled in an obnoxious shade of lime green. Gasping, you shielded your eyes from the sun streaming in and turned on the cold water. Your eyes caught your reflection in the mirror over the sink. The wounds on your face were gone. You cocked your head, furrowing your brows. Something was off. You lifted your hand, moving it toward your reflection and the second your skin came into contact with the cold surface, the bathroom was dipped into darkness. Black vines were running over the furniture and the floor and those white fragments filled the air. You let go and it all vanished. Shaking your head, you spattered some cold water onto your face before deciding on taking a shower.

No amount of droplets splattering against your shoulders helped you clear your mind as you exited and wrapped a towel around your body. You brushed your teeth as you did every day and applied some sun protection on your face as your vision stopped at the right side of the mirror. The cabinet stacked with your mothers cleaning supplies. As though you were caught in a trance, you set down the yellow tube and turned. Your mind was empty of thoughts or will, the only thing filling your thoughts was a spur of purpose that was not your own. You reached out and opened the lime-painted cabinet door, grasping a bottle of tile cleaner.

A concerned shout of your name went through the house. You staggered back just as your mother knocked on the door, the cap of the cleaner in your other hand. "Honey? You're going to be late for work."

You shut the cleaner, leaving the bathroom in a hurry, almost running over your mother, as you slammed the door of your room shut behind you. You pressed your hands to your face, fingers pressing into your scalp, as you pushed down the eerie cold inside of you. For the first time since you awoke, your mind felt free. You went on to get dressed and grabbed your car keys ere making your way downstairs. Close to the front door, your mother called for you once more. You stilled; the ringing lowly returned as you turned your head to the side.

"Build."

Your feet moved by themselves and before you knew what you were doing, you found yourself in the kitchen, the handle of a frying pan clutched in your hand. You took a swing, just as your mother turned to you, a plate of eggs in her grip. The plate clattered to the tiled floor and your mother yelled out with wide eyes as the pan found its mark for a second time.

You stared for a second at the unconscious form of your mother. There was no remorse or any other emotion in your bones. Making your way to the garage through the connecting door in the kitchen you searched your father's man-cave for some duct tape. You put a piece over her mouth and bound her arms and legs with it. Carelessly you let it fall to the ground before you took a hold of her legs and pulled her sleeping form after you. Opening the trunk of your car, you heaved her up into it with grunts and straining muscles and shut it after the deed was done.

You pressed the button in the corner of the room which opened the garage door and sat in the driver's seat before hitting the gas pedal; the garage door just opened enough for the car to fit through. The pace you were going was something you would have scolded Billy for with no end in sight as you entered a familiar area close to your destination. Brimborn, the sign read as your car came to a halt. For a few moments, you stayed seated as a sense of wrongness crossed over your shoulders, but in the blink of an eye, it was gone and you were pulling your mother's writhing body out of your car trunk. She hit the floor with a dull thud, leaving behind a trail in the dirt as you pulled her inside and down the flight of rusted stairs until reaching the bottom.  

Shushing her whimpering you noted a streak of blood running from her head that you were the cause of. Your hand tentatively ran over her face. "No need to be afraid, Mom," you whispered. "I need you to stay still, okay?" A tear escaped her. You caught it with your forefinger and once more let out a shushing sound. "Don't cry. It's gonna be over soon." You pulled off the piece of tape on her mouth and stepped back. Unnatural snarling emerged from the darkest corner and your mother turned her head toward it slowly. The creature roared lowly in approval of what you had brought, its barely made legs bringing it forward as an arm extended from the gooey mass.

Your mother gave a scream of terror before the arm crept over her face and any noise stopped. Something like horror scratched at the back of your mind as you watched the scene and involuntary tears pooled at your waterline. The hint of emotion was snatched away then and you turned, going on about your day.

...

When reaching the Starcourt Mall, the sun was blazing high up in the sky. Sweat soaked your work uniform the second you stepped out of your car. Shielding your eyes you hurried inside, the sun burning on your skin as though someone was trying to brandmark you. Your shoulder rammed into someone making you stumbled as they complained and threw an insult your way. Looking forward you found a crowd of people in and outside the mall. Your breathing picked up; vision blurred and skin burning from the exposure to the sun.

Pushing open the glass door of the Orange Julius shop and headed straight for the back, ignoring your boss shouting after you that you were more than half an hour late. A few customers were seated out front and after making sure that everyone was served, he followed you. You ripped open the door to the walk-in-freezer, grabbing a few packs of ice which you held to your neck, trying to calm down the throbbing of your skin.

"Do you hear me?" His hand landed on your shoulder. Your head snapped up at the gruff voice of your boss. "One more time and you're fired."

"Build."

He turned to walk away and you followed with quick steps, grabbing one of the aprons of the hook used by only a few co-workers. You wrapped one end of the string around your hand as you jumped on his back and pulled it tightly against his neck. He stumbled and your feet landed on the floor, while his hands pulled at the fabric around his neck, but the strength you possessed was not your own. Soon his movements slowed and he, too, fell into unconsciousness. You bound his limbs using whatever you found and stuffed a rag into his mouth before pushing him into a storage closet.

Taking one of the stupid hats, you wiped some sweat from your forehead and placed the orange-shaped cap on your head before making your way to the front of the store. Two customers you served, expression bland and words sparse until Billy's sister entered the store.

Her smile was bright as her eyes landed on you. She greeted you happily and introduced you to her wide-eyed friend. It had been a while back since Max had thanked you for dating her brother. She said she had never seen him being less of an asshole and their relationship had taken on a civil level. You tried paying attention to what she was telling you but your eyes fell back to her friend. Something inside of you thought you recognized her as a feeling of anger and want for violence zipped through you. Hatred, you noted.

Her eyebrows twitched as she found you staring. Max's repeating of your name snapped you out of it. "You okay?" She questioned. You blinked at her before giving a short nod and making the order she had given you. Your eyes still resting on the girl, you watched as they skipped away hand in hand.

At the end of your shift, you put the chairs up on the table and gave the floor a quick sweep before you locked up and went to the back. Your boss – no longer unconscious – was begging and squirming, trying to free himself from the knots you had bound around his arms and legs. After making sure he hadn't loosened anything, you excited through the back entrance of the Orange Julius with him in tow. It was usually used for bringing in massive amounts of oranges and down the hallway was an elevator, big enough for you and Billy to have had some fun in it.

On the level below, you stepped out of the elevator, dragging your boss after you. It was so late, you were certain no one else would be back here, as you opened the door and pushed him outside. You left him there for the time being as you went to get your car from the parking lot. The area was almost completely empty, except for the car of the cleaning people, your own, and the blue Camaro beside it. Billy was leaning against it, a cigarette hanging from his lips. The second his eyes landed on yours, he plucked the smoke from his lips and threw it aside.

Your steps ceased, heart racing. Pressing your eyes shut, you shook your head. The whispers in your mind didn't stop their churning. Whirling around you moved away from him but he shouted after you, big steps hot on your heels. A hand wrapped around your wrist and he yanked you to face him.

The ringing in your ears exploded. "Build."

"No!" You shouted, ripping yourself away from him. With fists, you hammered against your head, the ringing hurting. A pressure engulfed your head, feeling as though it was bound to split open. You screamed, falling to your knees, head clutched in your hands. Billy was at your side, concern running through his body in a way he had never thought it possible as he gripped your shoulders and shouted your name, not knowing what else he could do.

"No, no, no," you continued to plead as the whispers within got louder. Determined you steadied your breath. "No," you stated once more and the whispers subsided, the ringing eased and the pressure on your mind vanished. You sobbed as he took your face in his hands, kneeling in front of you. "Please," you cried. "I don't want to hurt you. Leave...please, please."

He pulled you against his chest as you begged him to leave, your hand grasping his wrist to feel the throbbing of his pulse beneath his skin. You could feel how fast his heart was beating; scared for you. "What's wrong, baby?" he pressed again after you distanced yourself enough to look at his face. Billy wiped away your tears, eyebrows furrowed at what was going on with you. "C'mon, Y/n, talk to me."

"He... He is inside my head, Billy," you whimpered. "I didn't want to hurt them, I promise, he made me." Tears blurred your vision. "He made me hurt them," you repeated just as a sliver of the ringing returned. In panic, you pushed him back and scrambled to your feet. As he tried going after you, you held out your hand in warning. "Stay away from me."

He stepped forward again. The ringing picked up. "Y/n—"

"Leave!" You screeched and he halted in shock. "Leave me the fuck alone!"

"No!" He belted out. "I'm not just going to—"

"I don't want you here!" You shouted back at him; your heart breaking just a bit. "I don't want you." You swallowed hard as hurt flashed in his eyes. "Just leave!"

Whispers crept in. "Build."

His nostrils flared and you saw a hint of a nod as he flexed his jaw. Billy turned on his heels, returning to his car and slamming shut the door behind him. The Camaro roared to life and Billy sped out the parking lot with tires screeching in protest.

"Build." The hurting in your chest was gone. You cocked your head as you looked after the car for a second longer before returning to what you were told. Building.

At Brimborn you brought your boss down the metal stairs, ignoring his cries and please. You removed the rag from his mouth and shushed him, telling him the same thing you had told your mother. It would all be over soon. The thing in your mind stirred, sensing something that shouldn't be there. Following its senses, you turned, squinting your eyes at the blurred figure of a girl.

"Her." The thing seemed to whisper and you took a step closer. Just as you went to reach for her, she was gone. You stared after her as a vision clouded your eyes. The girl all by herself shutting it out. Locking it away before it was able to do what it came here to do.

When you got home that night, your father was just taking off his jacket, and turning on the TV. He greeted you, asking how your day was to which you barely gave a reply. You found your mother in the kitchen, a row of empty plastic bottles of cleaning supplies on the table. She turned to you with a smile and a tenderizer in one hand.

"Could I borrow your car, honey?" She asked and waited, straight-backed.

"Of course." You handed her the keys and she went into the living room, still smiling as she took her first swing at your father's head. Leaning against the door frame, you watched and as the ringing got louder you, too, found yourself smiling.

...

Later that evening a storm was raging over Hawkins and your mother had taken your father into the car and left, while you threw out the empty bottles. You took the bloody tenderizer from the sink and let the water run over it. Humming to yourself, you took the dish soap and a sponge and scrubbed at the metal kitchen tool.

"Y/n?"

Your humming halted before you turned off the water. "Max," you spoke questionably and faced the ginger girl. And her friend. "El, " you greeted and had to force yourself to look away from her. "What are you doing here?"

"Where is he?" The other girl spoke. Your eyes fell back onto El and the girl repeated her question. She knew.

"Who?" You inquired and smiled at them.

"Your bo-"

"Boyfriend!" Max interrupted, though you could see that was not what El had wanted to ask. "We were looking for Billy. I, uhm, was, uh, concerned. When he came home before he was really mad and, uh, kinda out of it. He left in a hurry and I thought that maybe he might be here?"

"No," you clicked your tongue and smiled. "But it is so nice to see you getting along like that. That you are concerned about him." Your gaze flickered to El. Challenging almost ere looking back to Max. "Oh, excuse me. Are you two thirsty? I might have some cherry coke in the garage."

"Uh, no, we should be going," Max said quickly. "Thanks though."

"Are you sure you want to go out in such terrible weather?"

"Oh, it's no problem. You know, since we live so close by."

"Do you want me to take you? I could take my father's car," you smiled as your fingers found the metal handle of the tenderizer in the sink behind you.

"No, thank you!" Max exclaimed and took El's hand. They passed by the couch and you noted Max slowing before picking up her pace again. You followed after them when they had closed the door and watched them leave from the window. When they were out of sight, you went up to the couch, taking the bloody cushion with you.

...

The next day you went on just the way you had done the day before; working and spending your break in the freezer and in the evening, you went home. You had hardly put down your keys when the telephone rang.

"Hello?" Your name was said, followed by a small whimper. Confused you tried placing the voice until it made click. "Max?" You questioned. "Is everything all right?"

"Billy," she sobbed. "He was really angry and started shouting." Another sob was heard. "He left me at the pool. No one's here. Can you come and pick me up, please? My mom is not answering the phone and I didn't know who else to call."

Ringing entered your ears which wasn't there before. "Build."

"Sure," you replied. "I'll be right there." Smiling you hung up the phone and picked up your car keys. And so, the building would go on.

When you arrived at the pool, you expected her to be standing outside, waiting for you. Instead, the gate of the pool was opened widely. Huffing, you turned off the car's engine and went inside. "Max?" You shouted as a door slammed shut in the direction of the showers. Once more you called out for her. When no answer came you went inside the building where the showers and lockers were located.

No later you could clearly make out sobs. Following the sound, you went past the shower stalls and past the lockers to the far back. You saw a light on in the sauna, the door, too, open. When you got closer, your gaze dropped to the hooded figure bundled up in the corner. Your worry for the young girl exceeded the ringing and whispers. "Max? Are you okay?" You hurried forward, putting a hand on her shoulder as you turned her toward you. Confused you stared into the face of a puppet. The sauna door slammed shut behind you.

You whirled around, eyes landing on a group of children. Including Max and El.

"Her," he whispered in your mind, trying to take away the confusion and worry, but you pushed him away.  

"Max?" You questioned; your voice unsure. "Why are you doing this?" Laying your hand on the door, you peeked out the window in the sauna's door – trying to focus on her, but he was so curious about her that you couldn't help the glances in El's direction.

"Do it," the blonde spoke then. A boy went forward at her command, turning up the heat. Anger flared up inside you which wasn't your own. You stumbled back as heat filled the small room, sitting on one of the benches. The room was quiet, filled with nothing but your labored breathing as sweat started soaking through your work uniform.

"Please," you whimpered desperately; your skin on fire. "Please, Max. It hurts." Your hands rubbed over your skin irritated, attempting to soothe the ache. "Please, it's too hot for him, Max. It's hurting him. Me. It hurts so much."

Max stepped up to the window. "It's too hot for whom?"

"The darkness," you whispered with a shuddering breath. "He is inside my mind, Max. He made me do so many bad things." Wiping away the sweat that was running into your eyes, you stood and moved toward the door. Your eyes flickered downward to where a web of blackness spread under your skin and his anger coursed through your insides.

A door slammed shut as a furious shout followed. Billy. Max turned toward her brother, gaping with a wide mouth. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I went to get my wallet and find you here with a group of boys? Is that what you have been doing, hm, Max? Do you th-" His eyes landed on you and all color drained from his face. "What the- Let her out!" He roared, pushing past the group of children and taking out the metal bar from the door handle.

"No, Billy, don't!" Max shouted and pushed aside her brother when he started fiddling with the metal chain working as an insurance lock.

"I feel him," another boy in the back spoke, but your hand had already balled into a first, slamming through the thick glass in one hit as you went for Max's throat. A sudden surge of unseen power slammed you back against the tiled wall. Landing on the ground, you gasped for air, nostrils flaring in fury as you pushed yourself to your knees.

Her. Nothing like you had ever felt circled through your veins as the lights all around you started flickering. The shadow loomed in and found root deeper than before; webs spread around your body fully. You roared, throwing yourself against the door with an unnatural force. From the outside you heard Billy's angry shouts at Max, demanding to know why and what they had done to you, before you threw yourself against the door a second time, the metal of the chain creaking. Stepping back, you heaved, and for the last time your body connected with the thick iron door. The chain snapped. You came face to face with her.

She screamed and you were ripped from her feet, back smashing into a wall, a barbell flying toward you; caging you. It pressed against your neck and again Billy shouted out in terror.

"Her." "Her." "Her."

Your hands pressed against the bar, teeth clenched tightly, as you pushed against the invisible force until it gave. You hurled the barbell toward the girl, throwing her to the floor. One of the boys rushed forward, a broken pipe in hand as he went to hit you, but Billy caught the pipe and pushed back the lanky boy. Grinning you stalked toward the girl. But before you could get there, she lifted her hand. In the blink of an eye, her nose started bleeding more and she yelled out in strain before flinging you aside with such a might, you broke through the brick wall.

Bones inside your body cracked, setting themselves back together as you lifted yourself onto your feet and ran. Ran to the place you knew safety awaited you. Brimborn. You gave a full report of what had happened, letting them know that now she knew about you. "She could have killed me."

Your mother brushed your forehead and nodded to the darkness. "But not us." Your eyes followed hers to the crowd of people – all of them him. "Not us."

You gazed past them all, at the body, he had built for himself as he straightened and roared. "It's time." You stood, which had your mother give you a questioning look. "She is a curious thing, that girl. She will come looking. And this time, I'll be ready." You walked home then, with no tiredness or muscle ache. Numbness filled your being as your body healed from the fight with the girl; the shadow made sure of it. In your room, you took a seat, grabbed a trashy magazine and waited.

It wasn't long until you felt it. Her; tucking at the strings of your mind as her voice carried through, distorted but there nonetheless.

Can you hear me? It echoed lowly. Can you show me what happened to you? Your eyes snapped up to her, your hand going for her arm. She gasped. The corner of your mouth lifted as you pushed her back and she fell into the depths of your mind. In concentration, you watched her cross through, allowing her a little insight into the past you had lived before she came to the turning point of it all; the day of the car accident and your big fight with Billy. You closed your eyes and waited for a moment - just as she was about to leave, open her mind back up, you lunched.

When your eyes opened you found yourself in the bedroom encased by wooden walls.

"Mike?" Her voice questioned in panic at the sudden emptiness.

"He can't hear you," you spoke dimly, stalking out of the room, causing her the take a few steps back. "You shouldn't have come looking for me. Because now..." You smiled even though you didn't want to do so. "I see you." You cocked your head eerily. "You let us in and now, you're going to have to let us stay." The more she distanced herself from you, the closer you tried to get. You fought to stop yourself, strained on the inside for some kind of power. "Don't you see? We've been building it." Bringing your left hand to your chest, a sighed. And below it all, not even your heartbeat was your own. Running at a pace too slow for any human being to survive. "All that work and now... it's time. Time to end it. And then, we are going to end you." The meaning behind the words sunk in, something that had been in the air, between the lines, from the first moment you – he – had laid eyes on her. There weren't many steps for her left to go, you noted, three more and she would be backed up against the kitchen's sink. "And when you're gone, we're going to end everyone." A tear trickled from your cheek, the only sign that whatever mind you possessed hadn't fully been canceled out by the giant shadow in the front of your mind. That you weren't him. Not yet.

"No!" She screamed and with one sharp tug, ripped herself from him, the way you hadn't been able to do, no matter how hard you had tried it.

Alone in your room, he didn't leave you alone like he usually did. Instead, there was something new he needed you for. You felt as the others joined him, became him, and went to find her. There was an unexplainable connection between the shadow and everyone he had taken. A pain that wasn't your own seized your body. You roared out in pain, gripping the duvet as you waited for the strange torture to end; and for your new mission to find its beginning. The abnormal net of darkness unfurled under your skin and you watched helplessly – caged inside your own mind - as it took over every inch of you. His intentions became your own and his drive for revenge moved you. Within seconds you were seated in your car, engine scorching as you followed the call of the hive mind.

He had fought her once more; you knew, somehow. She had won once more, though this time it was a close call, getting injured when trying to hold her ground – getting infected. And you followed that part of you, of them, of him, inside her being. Your car slowed to a stop outside Bradley's Big Buy, watching to see for any movement inside, though the shop seemed to be dipped in dead silence.

Directly upon setting foot inside the deserted space your gaze caught the flickering lights and the groceries strewn carelessly over the floors. You took a deep breath, plucking out the tinge of fresh blood in the air and following it. Gauze, half-empty water bottles, and other medical supplies were sitting on the floor surrounded by small puddles of glinting red liquid. Crouching down, your finger dipped into the enticing redness. Your breathing picked up as you rubbed it between your fingers; she.

"Close," the whisper echoed and dreadful, unfamiliar joy spread in your chest. "So close." Your eyes fell shut, concentrating on where they had moved on to. Leaving back the chaos, you took a seat behind the wall and hit the gas.

You screamed but no sound made it to the outside. His plan, now unfolded shamelessly in your mind, left you with little hope – little power. But as you screamed internally and the ringing was drowned out by the throat-ripping screech, your fingers on the steering wheel cramped up and a small trickle of blood flowed from your nostril.

The mall, even illuminated by countless signs so late at night, stood proud and new as you turned into the parking lot. The well-known blue Camaro stood aslant in one of the parking spots beside a car which you had seen Mrs. Wheeler take to the pool. Whistling you turned off the engine, stepping out and up to the closest car. As your hands went to tear open the hood of Billy's car, some sense of what was happening filled you, and your movements wavered for just a split second. The aluminum of the hood was pleasantly cool under your skin as you pried it open and ripped out what Billy had once explained to you to be the ignition cable.

Once more your actions slowed to a stop as a memory of you two flashed before your eyes. It was at the beginning of the school year after you had miserably failed the first math test of the season and were utterly certain you wouldn't be receiving your diploma with the rest of the class of '85. Billy had offered you a ride home, gave Max money for the arcade – which you had found incredibly odd – and had taken off at a pace too fast for the small people of Hawkins. You had gaped when he kidnapped you in the other direction of your home, refusing to answer any of your questions. Instead, he had given you a bright smile. "Can't have my baby frowning all day long," he had said and taken you to a diner far outside of Hawkins, pushing you to order anything you wanted and more. With four bags of take-out, the drive had continued to a quiet spot, where you spent the rest of the night sitting between his legs on the hood of this car.

"Have you ever seen the ocean, princess?" He had questioned out of nowhere, to which you shook your head, plucking at a cold fry. "I'm going to show it to you one day," he had promised. "Gonna show you everything you want to see."

Warm, salty droplets fell to your cheeks as you closed the hood and moved on to the Wheeler's car, ripping out the second cable to leave them trapped, too, inside a small space with nowhere to go. And God did you know the feeling.

...

Billy paced inside Starcourt Mall at a safe distance away from the group of freak kids and airhead Harrington with his parade of nobodies. You had levitated, he thought again, turning once more beside the unconscious Russians – or something -  to start his circling anew. His girlfriend had levitated and had been thrown through a wall of bricks and had continued running. The quick rundown of the shitshow going on behind the backs of Hawkins' citizens Maxine had involuntarily given him - after he was about to go out and search for you – did not help him understand shit.

"She is possessed!" Max had shouted after he hadn't stopped raging at her which had gotten him to shut up. Though only for a moment before he had started laughing at the absurdity of it all. "Billy!" Susan's daughter had stomped her foot and pulled his collar down, catching him off guard. He was about to grip her the same way, anger present on his face when she stared into his eyes. "She is in danger."

He had been forced to listen then, listen to the hundred possible ways you could die or could kill them, listen to what that thing – the Mind Flayer – was doing to you.

Wailing from behind him caused Billy to turn, finding the girl, whose name he couldn't remember, writhing on the ground. The other freak Byers was standing over her with a knife in hand and Billy blinked at the scene dumbly as all the other kids gripped the young girl to stop moving. Even he flinched as the older Byers made the cut, trying to pull something out of the wound with his fingers. The weird wonder girl took charge, screeching as she extended her hand and he watched unmoving as a piece of gooey mass was lifted out of the wound by some invisible hand. She flung it aside and he carried on speechlessly staring as the alive mass robbed forward on the floor.

A foot landed on the gooey thing. His eyes followed up the leg and beer belly to the familiar dickwit's face that had cost him more money than he had earned in the few weeks of being a lifeguard. Sheriff Hopper. To his right stood a lanky woman whom he had seen around town once or twice and on the sheriff's left someone that looked as though he belonged in the '70s porn industry.  

What the actual fuck was going on?

He sat on a bench, head reeling. Face planted in his hands his breathing was uneven, heartbeat thumping irritatingly in his ears. You might die. A voice reminded him. Yet again he might lose someone he loved. His chest ached. You might die and he hadn't kept any of his promises. He had made you cry the last time you had been yourself, hadn't taken what you had said too seriously. Instead, he had hidden that he cared so much for you that he didn't know how to handle himself and had taken it for granted.

At the end of the night, he might not ever get another chance with you ever again.

"Billy!" Max called out and when he looked up, half of the group was gone and the ones that were left were trying to carry the girl to the outside. He wiped at the wetness in his eyes and joined them wordlessly.

...

Your attention picked up as a group of people left the mall and your smile faded, hidden in your car by the darkness of the night when you didn't catch sight of her in their midst. The engine of your car gave a loud howl after they had seated themselves in the Wheeler's car, while Billy went to his beloved Camaro; their head snapping toward you as the lighting of your floodlights blinded them. In vain they tried starting their cars only for both Jonathan and Billy to hastily pop their hoods.

The grin on your face returned at the dread in theirs as they hurried back into the mall, the place they thought to be safe. And you stayed back. Silent and waiting. As he entered proximity your skin prickled. With unblinking orbs, you watched as he climbed onto the full height of Starcourt Mall and broke through the glass roof. Your eyelid twitches, hearing its frustrated roars and screeches until out of nowhere, the group of kids poured from the back door, dashing for the car.

Your foot pressed down and once more the engine bellowed. Nancy Wheeler lifted a handgun with the precise aim as though she had done so all her life and took her first shoot. The bullet hit the windshield, splintering it, as it went past your shoulder. Fear settled into your bones. Your very own. And the next bullet hit.

Not able to witness the scene playing out in front of him, Billy gripped Nancy's arm, trying to wrangle the gun from her grasp and suddenly your car took off in their direction. Your heart rate skyrocketed no matter how much he tried to control it as you saw the headlights reflect in Billy's glassy eyes. Not able to stop it, your eyes fell shut, blood seeping down to your lips; your mouth filling with the metallic flavor.

The breath was wrung from your lungs as you flew to the side, head smashing against the car window. A male screech of your name faintly entered your ears but your limbs felt too heavy to lift, mind too foggy to respond. Your car door was ripped open and you fell. No harsh floor collided with your side, instead, you were engulfed in a loving embrace.

You didn't need to see his face to know who it was that even after everything you had done, tried to keep you safe. A sob fell from your lips out loud and no longer locked inside. "I told you to leave," you whimpered and the shadow loomed over your shoulder.

"When have I ever done what you told me?" He joked, choking on his words.

"Please," you cried. "He is coming. And I don't think this time he is going to go away again." You kept repeating your please as Billy's arm slid beneath your knees about to pick you up when your gaze caught hers. In one flash, each vein in your body was dipped in black and Billy gasped as you swung him aside. You rose to your feet, no matter how many broken bones were left in your body. They ran and you followed them into the back entrance of the mall.

The lights flickered as you followed the sound of reverberating footsteps in the emptiness of the halls until you a bolt of ginger hair rounded the corner. Max turned to you, eye flitting to her friends still struggling to get away. "Y/n, please, stop," she begged. "Remember! You are Y/n, you let me stay at your house when my parents fight. You love Billy no matter what shit he pulls. Please, remember- I'm Max and you treat me like your little sis—"

With no remorse, no hesitation you had smashed her head into the wall and brought your focus back to her. The lanky boy you flicked aside with no strength needed whatsoever, his head hitting against waterpipes. The girl threw out her hand and you felt the pressure of her powers, though before she had time to react, you gripped her head and pushed it back against the wall. Unconscious, she fell. You took a hold of her feet and dragged her into the elevator and into the center of all shops. Presenting her to him. Kneeling you leaned toward her ear.

"No need to be afraid," you spoke. "I need you to stay still. It's gonna be over soon." Her eyelids fluttered open and snarling he turned. You stood and watched as an arm broke loose from the mass and dove for her. Before it could reach her, an explosion rang through the mall, and a torturing burning spread across your back. You fell to your knees, screeching in sync with the creature as explosion after explosion hit. The girls scrambled away and you just so managed to grasp at her ankle and pull her back.

Arms slung around you from behind, rendering you unable to move as you trashed in the embrace you had always found to be a safe place. "Help her!" Billy cried out to the girl still laying on her back on the floor.

"I—" She scrambled to her feet at his anguished tone. Her eyes bore into yours as she tried to find a way, her powers as good as gone from the strain of having to fight him off. "Tell her," she spoke after a heartbeat of recalling what she had seen in your head when wandering through your memories. "Of the night you met her parents. Her happiest memory."

With one straining grunt, he forced your trashing form against the dirt-covered floor, caging you with his body; your wrists in his hands pressed beside your head.

"Graduation night," he started. "You were going crazy because you thought your parents would kill you for having a boyfriend." He grinned through the throbbing in his chest, recalling that night. "You remember how your dad's face dropped when you brought me into the kitchen?" He chuckled. "And your mom... she just knew all along, didn't she?" A tear dropped from his eye, hitting your cheek. "I heard her, you know? When your dad took me out back for a man-on-man talk. What she said." You writhing ceased at that. "She told you she knew that look on your face. Because it was the look she wore when she decided she would marry your dad." He laughed then. "And when I asked you what you two talked about, you turned so red you looked like a tomato. And that's when I thought she had to be right because I couldn't see myself with anyone else but you." His hand let go of your wrists, encircling your cheeks, while his thumb tenderly cleaned away the blood on your face. He brought his forehead against your icy one and for the first time in so long you longed for warmth.

You wept as you pressed closer to him, drowning out the screeches of a dying creature, as that thing inside you lending you its power vanished and you were left to feel what was broken. "Everything hurts," you cried. "I don't wanna die, Billy."

"No, no, no." He shook his head furiously. "You won't, you won't." Billy looked around at the strewn kids and teenagers, cradling you closer. "Someone get a fucking ambulance!"

From the outside light flooded the mall as soldiers equipped heavily with different kinds of weaponry stormed in. Sirens of ambulances and firetrucks sounded. More and more people rushed in, as someone loaded you onto a stretcher and Billy thanked every god from above and below for the chance to fulfill his promises to you.

...

One year later

"You're holding it wrong," Billy complained as you sushed him. His hand went out but you dodged out of the way, smacking his fingers. "We're going to end up driving off a cliff," he huffed to himself.

"You concentrate on driving," you stated stubbornly. "I'll handle this."

"But you are holding it wrong!"

"Maybe you just have no sense of direction."

"I might not but I know for sure that the N for North isn't supposed to be at the bottom!"

Your eyes fell to the bottom of the map, where indeed an N stood on its head. "I just have a different way of reading maps," you declared but he drove to the side of the road nonetheless, where there was a designated spot for stopping.

"Gimme."

You pouted, reluctantly handing him the map. He turned it the right way around, giving you a triumphing side-eye as you leaned over with a roll of your eyes, placing your hands on his shoulder. "You know what?" He hummed in question and you continued. "I want to visit every art museum on the way and look at paintings I don't understand the meaning of and I want to speak to people who know lots about lots."

"Any other wishes?"

You bit your lips, trying to keep your smile at bay. "I want you to teach me how to surf, meaning you'll need to save me from drowning several times. That's it for now." You sighed. "I can't wait to see the ocean."

He smiled, taking your right hand and pressing a kiss to it, as his thumb tenderly grazed the diamond-studded ring there, and he looked at you like you were the only thing worth having eyes for. "I'm gonna show you everything you want to see."

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Catch Me If You Can

Chapter Nineteen

Plot summary : When your friend interviews for a position at Anvil, you have a chance encounter with Billy Russo. He takes you for coffee and, by the time you’re done, Billy decides he’s anything but done with you.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R 

Chapter Rating : R - some smut

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] There's some smutty behaviour and vague descriptions of a panic attack. And lots of angst. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story. 

Word Count : ~3.9k

A/N : Five weeks after the heartbreak of the last part (sorry again for that). As always thanks so much everyone who's reading every week and all the new people, you're all awesome!

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO | CHAPTER THREE | CHAPTER FOUR | CHAPTER FIVE | CHAPTER SIX | CHAPTER SEVEN | CHAPTER EIGHT | CHAPTER NINE | CHAPTER TEN | CHAPTER ELEVEN | CHAPTER TWELVE | CHAPTER THIRTEEN | CHAPTER FOURTEEN | CHAPTER FIFTEEN | CHAPTER SIXTEEN | CHAPTER SEVENTEEN | CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Chapter Nineteen

The next week passed as something of a blur.

After leaving Anvil, Karen had taken you back to her apartment and, after listening to you sob for an immeasurable amount of time, she led you to her guest room. And that was pretty much where you stayed for days. Your phone rang and buzzed; he tried to call hundreds of times, sent countless messages before Karen took your phone and blocked his number because, despite how much he’d hurt you, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

A couple of days later he turned up at Karen’s door - she didn’t let him in and you didn’t speak to him, you just heard them arguing while you fought back tears.

You hated him for how broken he’d managed to make you feel, how pathetic and weak you felt because you’d been stupid enough to believe that he could ever feel anything for you. But, as much as you hated him, there was a part of you that still loved him; a part of you that would always love him, a part of you that was worried about him, about how he was handling all of this.

After the first week, you managed to pull yourself together enough to go back to work, knowing that you needed to start earning back the money that you’d given to the PI. You stayed with Karen a little while longer before she told you that you could go home, that Billy understood that you didn’t want to see him and he wouldn’t bother you anymore. That didn’t stop you from changing your phone number though.

The welcome home you received from Tammy was awkward at best but, to her credit, she tried to make you feel better. And, soon enough, you fell back into your old rhythm of working all day and spending your evenings alone in front of the TV. After three weeks, it almost felt like the last few months had never happened and that Billy Russo had been nothing more than a fever dream. 

Eventually, things got easier; you didn’t cry yourself to sleep every night and didn’t wake yourself reaching for his body beside you. It still hurt to think about him - you were certain that it would always hurt - but it became easier to not think about him at all.

Until it came to pick the photos that you wanted to print for your show.

You’d wanted to just cancel the whole thing, but you knew you needed whatever money you could make from it. And there he was, one of the best candid shots you had, catching him as his lips were pulling into a smile - he’d been laughing at something Karen had said during his interview all those months ago. You didn’t want to use the picture but you couldn’t not, not when it was technically one of the best photographs you’d taken recently. Karen had given you a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder and, somehow, you managed to not break down.

Your brother had asked you to go to Connecticut to stay with him for a while and, without Billy as a reason to say no, you found yourself agreeing. A fresh start was just what you needed, but first you needed money, and that meant using that photo, even though it broke your heart every time you looked at it.

By the time the show rolled around, it had been almost five weeks since you’d last seen Billy so, really, you weren’t expecting what came next. 

Things had been going well, the first hour of the show had been good, everyone seemed to like your work and, for the first time in weeks, you felt almost good about yourself, like things were finally starting to get better.

And that’s when you saw him.

Your heart stuttered in your chest at the sight of him, standing in front of a photo of himself, his back to you. His shoulder ticked upwards and, from nowhere, you felt that pang of sorrow in your gut, remembering how his shoulder had been hurt. But there was something else about him, something that felt off. He seemed almost slouched, he looked defeated already before anything had even been said.

Karen appeared at your side, her eyes quickly finding him. 

“I’m sorry, I already told him to leave,” she tried to explain, keeping her voice low, obviously trying to avoid causing a scene, “I can get Frank to come get him so you don’t have to deal with him -”

“No,” you caught yourself saying, shaking your head, “it’s - it’s fine, Karen.”

“You don’t have to talk to him,” she offered softly.

“I think I do. I need this to be over.”

She looked at you for a moment and, obviously, she still had plenty she wanted to say to you but, for whatever reason, she decided not to. She just gave a nod. “I’m here if you need me.”

You hoped that you wouldn’t need her, you hoped that the small amount of peace you’d managed to cultivate over the last five weeks would be enough to face him and finally draw a line under everything that had happened so you could both move on. Moving slowly, you approached him and stopped beside him. 

He gave you a cursory glance before letting his gaze drift back to the photograph. 

“You’re the only person who’s ever made me smile like that,” he told you, already sounding defeated, like he wasn’t there to fight you, or fight for you.

“Maybe you’d be able to smile more if you weren’t always expecting the worst from people,” you answered softly, finding yourself looking at the picture, at the lit-up and carefree expression on his face. It made your heart ache to know he was hurting now, even if he did mostly bring it on himself.

“Yeah, that’s what people keep telling me,” Billy sighed.

A silence fell and you both let it linger, neither seeming to know what to say to the other. It felt like there was an insurmountable chasm between the two of you, instead of just three feet. You had thought that you would have more to say to him, you thought you’d vent your anger and frustration, and tell him all the things you couldn’t quite say the last time you’d spoken but, now, you just felt empty. It felt pointless. Billy had left a hole in your life and you weren’t sure you’d ever recover from it.

“I’m sorry,” he finally muttered. “I know it doesn’t mean anything now and it doesn’t fix what I broke, but I - I shouldn’t’ve jumped to conclusions, I should’ve talked to you first.”

“Is that all you wanted to say?”

“No,” he hesitated awkwardly, finally forcing himself to look at you, “I thought you should know that I read the file...”

It should have surprised you half as much as it did - you’d left him with a file containing decades worth of information on you, of course he looked through it. But, still, the thought made you feel light headed. Even now, when he no longer meant anything to you, you didn’t want Billy to know about your past.

“I need some air,” you muttered, turning and heading towards the fire escape. Billy waited for a moment before deciding to follow. 

You pushed the heavy door open and stepped out onto the metal balcony, shivering the moment the cold air hit your skin. Billy followed after, letting the door close behind him and, suddenly, everything felt so quiet. You looked down at the street below and, then, looked up at the ominous clouds - anything to avoid looking at Billy.

“I would have helped pay off the PI if you’d told me,” he finally broke the silence.

“I told you, there are things about my past that I didn’t want you to know,” you pulled your arms across your chest as you turned back to finally face him, trying to ward off the cold.

“You didn’t have to tell me about any of it. I still would have helped.” He told you with that oh-so familiar stubborn tone. “There’s nothing in that file that changes how I feel about you.”

(Feel. Present tense.)

You shook your head.

“It’s not that simple, Billy. That file doesn’t tell the whole story and even if it did, I didn’t want you to know.” As much as you might have wanted to, you couldn’t keep the frustration from slipping into your tone. But, still, you were taken aback - you’d always assumed he’d want nothing to do with you if he found out anything from your past.

“I’ll never ask. You never have to tell me, I -”

“Billy -” you tried to interrupt him, tried to stop that train of thought before he got too carried away, but it was already too late.

“Just tell me how to fix this. I’ll do anything.”

“I don’t think you can fix this.” You told him and your stomach knotted when you saw a flicker of pain on his face.

“So you won’t even let me try?”

“I think it’ll hurt too much if you do.”

Another silence fell and you watched as Billy struggled, obviously fighting with himself, trying not to say the wrong thing and ruin this. You hated seeing him like that; you’d never seen him look so uncertain and unsettled.

“You’re not the only one in pain,” he finally muttered, “what you said, about me being able to turn my emotions off, that - I can’t do that, not with you. Not with us. Not having you in my life hurts too much; I can’t sleep, can’t eat. I keep playing that moment over and over, wishing I’d done things differently...”

“I don’t want to make you feel like that but -”

“I know I fucked up, I know I promised you that I wouldn’t but -” for a second he looked like he was really struggling to get his thoughts in order and force the words from his lips, “- but you don’t know about my past and the shit I’ve been through either. It’s hard for me to trust people.”

You realised that he was right; you didn’t know much about his past, not really, and you’d never really asked. Beyond the snippets that he’d told you about his childhood and his mother, and what little you knew about his relationship with Krista, you never really tried to find out anything about him. Honestly, you’d always just assumed that he was like you, that he wanted to keep his past in the past.

But, looking at him now, maybe that wasn’t the case.

“Maybe that’s why this would never work,” you sighed.

“Don’t say that,” his eyes found yours and he looked at you like it was the only thing he was certain of, “just because this isn’t easy doesn’t mean we should just give up.”

“You did give up, you thought I -”

“I was wrong, and I’m so fucking sorry, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop fighting for you.” He dared to take a step closer to you.

The way he was looking at you caused a shiver to run up your spine. You could see the desperation in his eyes and, a part of you, still wanted nothing more than to reach for him, to just give into the moment. But you had too much self-respect for that. (Or maybe it was fear, maybe you were just scared of taking him back and him hurting you again?)

“You said you loved me,” his voice turned softer and the space between you seemed to shrink even more.

“I shouldn’t have told you like that.”

“You didn’t mean it?” His voice threatened to break.

It would be easy to lie, to say you hadn’t meant a word, but you couldn’t bring yourself to hurt him like that. You stayed silent for a few seconds, letting the question and your indecision hang in the air between you.

“Of course I meant it, I just - I shouldn’t have blurted it out like that,” you sighed heavily, “I was hurting and I said it because I wanted to hurt you back.”

“It did hurt,” he confessed quietly, “but it hurts more knowing that you feel like that and don’t even want to see me.”

“Billy -” you tried, but there were no words. There was nothing that you could tell him to  change any of it or make either of you feel better, it felt too late for any of that.

“I can’t let this be over,” he told you, and the silence that followed felt deafening. The air between you seemed to crack with the sort of tension that you wanted nothing more than to ignore and push aside. Despite everything you’d told him, something inside you wanted him to fight for you, wanted him to prove you wrong and show you that he could love you despite what he now thought he knew about your past. 

When you didn’t immediately tell him no, when you didn’t tell him that things were over, you allowed him hope that prompted him to move. 

Before you knew what he was doing, Billy had cleared the small distance between you, kissing you so suddenly that all you could think to do was respond. You got caught up in the moment, fingers tugging at his hair, pulling him against you. It felt so good, so right to be in his arms again, that you barely noticed him lifting you, sitting you on the cold railing. Your legs parted instinctively, letting him press closer still as the kiss turned hungry and desperate, and you could feel how the moment was already affecting him.

You didn’t even realise that he’d undone his zipper until you felt his cold fingers slide beneath your dress and up your thighs, pulling your panties to the side. Every shred of common sense you possessed told you to stop, to tell Billy to stop, but when you felt his cock start to nudge its way inside you, all you could do was moan against his lips and grip his shoulders as he filled you inch by inch.

Of course, you knew it was wrong to give him any hope that he could repair your relationship - just one more inch, you told yourself, then you’d tell him to stop - but it wasn’t long until every throbbing inch of him was buried inside you. And it felt good. It felt better than it should. Even the ache of your walls stretching to accommodate him after so long without him felt amazing. You’d missed the feeling almost as much as you’d missed him.

“Billy -” you uttered breathlessly against his lips, not getting the chance to say much more before his tongue slipped between your lips again. You let him kiss you, let him slowly draw back his hips before pitching forwards again and drawing another moan from you, your walls slickening around him, coating his cock and letting him move with ease. “Billy,” you tried again, tugging his hair, trying to make him look at you while your pussy continued to tremble as he moved, “Billy, we can’t -”

“Yes we can,” he kept moving, the wet heat of your body betraying you. Your mind wanted to say no, but your body and the way it moved against him said yes. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

He kissed you again and, this time, it was almost enough to break your resolve, the steady thrust of his hips filling you with his cock so deeply that you almost lost your mind. Moaning against his lips, your back arched, legs wrapping around his hips as you took him deeper. Yes, you wanted to moan, fuck me harder.

“Billy, stop -” you managed to gasp, finally coming to your senses.

Billy stopped immediately and you felt his body tense beneath your hands. He didn’t pull out or put you down but, similarly, you didn’t release your hold on him. You could still feel him throbbing, just as unfulfilled as you were.

“Tell me you don’t want this,” he repeated, his forehead pressed against yours, lips lingering so close that every word he spoke caused them to brush against yours. “Tell me you haven’t missed me.”

Of course he wanted to try and talk while he was still inside you and all you could think about was how you were practically dripping all over his cock. It wasn’t fair - it almost made you want him to finish before having the difficult conversation with you, but you knew that if he came inside you, or if he made you come, you’d never be able to turn him away.

“Of course I missed you, Billy,” you sighed, “but you hurt me, and fucking you isn’t going to fix that.”

“Then tell me what is,” he asked in an anguished tone that you’d never heard from him before.

“Put me down.”

Finally, he relented, pulling out and lowering you back to the ground, leaving your body aching and empty, unfulfilled and wanting. He turned from you to fix his clothes and you did the same, waiting for him to turn back, but the moment never came.

“You said you loved me,” his awkward and broken tone said it all, betraying his agony, and your heart sank, knowing that you’d just let things become a hundred times worse.

“I do, but what you did was -”

“You think I don’t know how fucked up it was?” His breath caught uncomfortably and you saw him shudder as his fingers ran through his hair. There was shame in his voice as he continued; “when Frank told me he caught you paying the PI, I felt like I was dying, it hurt so much. I thought you were -”

Another ragged breath escaped him and his hands moved to grip the railing.

“I told you that I couldn’t do this if you didn’t trust me,” you told him, trying to fill the awkward silence.

“I know and I’m so sorry,” his voice turned strained, like he was struggling to speak, and not just because of how upset he was.

You’d seen this before, that night in his bedroom. Panic, anxiety; he was struggling. But, as much as you wanted to reach for him, to hold him until it passed, you knew he wouldn’t want that and that it wouldn’t get you anywhere.

All you knew for certain was that you couldn’t keep doing this.

“Tomorrow at noon, meet me at the coffee shop you took me to the day we met,” you offered as calmly as you could manage. “We can talk then. I can’t promise that things will go back to how they were, but we can at least talk, okay?”

“Really?” He still kept his back to you.

“Really,” you told him, knowing you needed to leave before you dared to reach for him. “I need to go back inside, are you gonna be alright?”

“I’m fine,” he forced the words in one shuddered breath.

“You’re not fine, Billy. And, I think maybe that’s something we need to talk about tomorrow too.” He didn’t answer but you heard him force another breath. “Just... go home and take care of yourself, okay?”

Billy grumbled something that you didn’t quite catch, but you knew you couldn’t stay any longer; for his good and your own. But, still, against your better judgement, you reached for him, softly placing a hand on his shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. For a split-second, you were sure that you felt him relax, but the moment you let go, that awkward tension filled his body again. 

Between that moment and pulling open the door, you changed your mind about leaving him at least a hundred times, hating leaving him like that, not knowing how long the episode would take to pass or if it would pass at all. But Billy wasn’t the only one who was hurting, and all the pain and emptiness that you’d spent weeks trying to overcome came flooding back, leaving you feeling more broken and miserable than ever.

The door closed behind you, separating you and Billy, and leaving you feeling just as alone as you’d felt after leaving Anvil that day. You froze, torn between going back to Billy and walking away, filled with an aching and a longing that only he could cause, and stuck with a terrible realisation; you still loved him, you were still in love with him, and no amount of pain or heartbreak would ever change that.

“Are you alright?” You didn’t notice Karen at your side until she spoke and you struggled to think of a way to answer her. Her eyes drifted to the door. “Is he out there? What did he say to you? Did he upset you? Do you want me to -”

“No,” you finally managed to force the word, “it’s fine he just - he needs a minute and then he’s gonna leave.”

As shaken as you were by everything that had happened, you didn’t want Karen marching onto the fire escape and making Billy feel worse.

“What did he say to you?” She asked, placing a hand on your elbow and slowly leading you away from the door and towards the bathroom so you could pull yourself together in private.

“He said he wants to fix things and that he’s sorry.”

“Did you tell him about Connecticut?” She asked as the bathroom door swung closed behind you both.

You let out a sigh, leaning against the sink and looking at yourself in the mirror for a moment. It hadn’t even crossed your mind to tell him that you were planning to leave New York and, once Karen had mentioned it, you felt sick. You’d agreed to meet him for coffee tomorrow, you’d given him a reason to hope, and that had been needlessly cruel of you.

“No, I didn’t...” you reluctantly admitted.

“You need to tell him,” Karen told you with an enviable certainty, “I know he hurt you, but it’s not fair to let him think he has a chance to fix things when you’re leaving.”

“I know, I just...” you shook your head, “what if I’m wrong about him? What if leaving is the wrong thing to do?”

“Only you can decide that. Billy is - he’s complicated and I don’t think that’s ever going to change. I can’t tell you what to do, but I know you shouldn’t stay unless you’re certain.”

“You’re right,” though your tone gave away how much you hated it, “I can’t keep expecting him to change for me.” You took a few deep breaths and returned your attention to the mirror, taking a moment to fix your hair. “I guess I should get back out there and try to sell some pictures.”

“Atta girl,” Karen smiled, “you get back to selling and I’ll go see what’s left behind the bar for us.”

When you stepped out of the bathroom, your eyes moved the fire exit for a second, wondering if he was still out there, but you quickly pushed the thought away; you’d see him tomorrow and, this time, you’d tell him that you were leaving and that it was over between you. The thought made your chest ache, but that ache was bearable, unlike the pain he’d caused you. 

Forcing a smile to your lips, you started doing the rounds, talking to anyone and everyone who wanted to know about your work, distracting yourself from thoughts of Billy and tomorrow.

Chapter Twenty

END NOTES : I can't say anything because I don't want to spoil anything that's going to happen. But, if anyone is interested, this fic is now about 80k long and there's only (maybe) five chapters left (which is to say I have five planned but whether or not some of those will need breaking up into smaller chapters idk).

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[magicalqueennightmare]

Broke it All

Billy Russo x Reader

You and Billy have been friends for years but one night ends up with a line being crossed. You admit your true feelings but Billy lies about his until Frank forces him to see the truth

Billy's eyes tracked his fingers as he picked at the label of the beer bottle in front of him. He was waiting for Frank to tie into him but so far the older man was silent, watching the hockey game that played on the TV over the bar. 

After a few minutes he exhaled loudly and when Frank cut his eyes at him he waved his hand “C'mon Frankie let me have it” “Have what?” The question alone made him want to scream. “You warned me years ago to not touch her. To not let it go past friends then when we got closer you warned me again, don't break her heart. I slept with her then told her I didn't love her. Don't ya wanna at least get one punch in?”

Frank laughed lightly “Looks like you're beating yourself up well enough. Why hurt my hands? Besides ya got one coming as soon as Kare sees ya” Billy groaned inwardly thinking of Frank's girl and your best friend. Karen Page was a spitfire of a woman and had one hell of a temper when she was protecting someone she loved. That's what had drawn Frank to her. Yeah he'd get his head knocked off his shoulders when he saw the blonde.

“Can I ask one thing?” Frank spoke after studying him for a moment. Billy shrugged “Why not?” “Why'd you lie?” 

Billy dropped his gaze down to his hands, the heartbroken look that had been in your eyes when he told you he didn't love you played through his mind. He didn't know why. A part of him said it was to protect you, his job was dangerous. He still had a few old enemies but deep down he knew that was a lie. For one you were basically Frank's little sister. That puts a certain protection on you, not to mention you could take care of yourself well enough.

He lied to protect himself. You meant too much to him, he'd let one night and a few shots overwhelm years of burying his feelings. 

“I don't know” he finally admitted and Frank nodded then said “Just know man, when she moves on and finds someone else I'm not letting you beat up the idiot just for the sake of not being you. If she finds someone who cares about her she deserves to be happy” Billy's stomach dropped at that thought.

You, dancing in another man's arms. You, laughing and joking with another man. You, curling up next to another man to watch those horrible horror movies you loved. You,  leaning on another man when you had nightmares. You, kissing another man. You, touching another man. You, under another man. You, telling another man you loved him.

“Fuck Frankie. How do I fix this?” a grin split across Frank's face and he checked his watch “Two days and forty five minutes. Pretty decent time to finally get your head out your ass Russo”

#billy russo au #billy russo x you #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x reader

[bowiebond]

AU where right after Billy crashes, he’s about to have a good old angry cry over his baby, he’s about to touch the goop on his cracked window and be lured away by his own curiosity, when he’s blinded by headlights.

“Oh my god, sir, are you alright? I thought I heard a crash…” Joyce “Psycho” Byers is rushing out of the car to check on him, some kid she doesn’t really know, because she’s on her way back from work and heard the whole thing and has never been able to ignore a situation where someone might need help.

“Oh god, you poor thing, you’re bleeding, um, I think I have some bandaids in the car - wait no, we should probably get you checked out all together, what if you have a concussion, do you have a concussion? Tell me if this hurts.” She’s talking too fast in her panic, and he’s kind of bewildered as she reached out to feel under his curls for more wounds, but he snaps out of it quickly when she does poke at the growing lump from where he hit his head on the door more than once. The spilt on his forehead hurts enough.

“Watch it, lady.” He doesn’t have enough will power to yell at an older woman, a mother, but he’s running pretty high on emotions right now.

“Let me check your eyes - Jesus, it’s dark out here.” Joyce mutters, Billy dodging her attempts as pulling his pinched brows apart and up.

“Hands off, will you? I just fucking crashed.”

“Don’t use that tone with me.” It’s an instinctive response and it leaves Billy flushing with shame, which only makes him want to throw something, kick something, and it ends up being his car because he’s not gonna kick a woman.

“Sorry, I have two boys, the oldest used to have a bit of a smart mouth.” Joyce flusters. “Is this your car? It was just you?”

“Yeah. Something hit my fu- my windshield. I swerved. Hit the pole.” He felt ridiculous. It was a silent road, he could have just stepped on the break and he would still have a car, his only fucking freedom and possession.

“It happens to the best of us. I’m just glad you’re not dead. Do you need a ride home?”

“I had a date.” He muttered, but his sour mood would not be fixed by seeing Karen Wheeler. Even he knew that.

“Oh, well, I’m sure they’ll understand if you give them a call. The hospital can be a pretty penny, but I can take you home and your parents can keep an eye on you, I’m sure you have a first aid kit, right?”

Yeah, his parents would not give a solitary shit about his condition. Neil would add to it if he was feeling particularly mean.

“My dads gonna kill me.”

“A car is just a thing, honey, it can be replaced. You can’t be. He’ll understand.” Joyce placed a hand on his shoulder and Billy shook her off with a glare at the hunk of junk. All his best memories, down the drain with one crash. His baby was gone so quickly. Like all good things.

“He really won’t.” He muttered, huffing to him. He’d have to find a pay phone. Get someone to tow her back to his place. She’d take a while to fix up, but he prayed he could do it.

Joyce was quiet a while.

“Why don’t you come home with me? Our couch is a pull out, I have a fully stocked first aid kit, I even did a little nursing in the past, volunteer work, so you can relax for a bit until I’m certain you’re good to go.”

Billy sighed. He had two options. Stay here, sort this shit out himself and walk home, or go with the lady everyone calls crazy but seems relatively nice, who has a pull out that’s somewhere other than his own house.

Billy wasn’t stupid, even if he was stubborn.

“Okay. Thank you. Ma’am.”

“Oh please, Ms Byers or Joyce, whichever is most comfortable for you.” She waved off his attempt at manners and put a hand on his back. “Come on, it’s muggy out here, even this late, and I’d like to go home too.” She joked.

“My car…”

“I have a friend at the station.” She patted his chest. “I’m sure he’ll be happy to tow your car home, or to the nearest shop, whichever is best for you.”

She really was doing too much. Billy was gonna start feeling guilt above the slight humiliation he already felt. He rounded her car, a sense of ease filling him as he opened the door. He felt like he had just escaped something really bad, for some reason. Maybe his fathers wrath for the evening.

“Oh, what’s your name again, honey? I forgot to ask.” Joyce asked from over the roof of the car, a little pinch between her brows.

“…William. Most people just call me Billy though.”

“William, that’s my son name.” She broke into a bright smile. “Well, now I’ll have two Williams in my house. I do hope I don’t mix you two up.” She joked as she slipped into the car. He cracked a small smile as he followed.

“Don’t worry. I won’t be calling you Mom like he does.”

“Oh, Jim says I’m everyone’s mother.” She chuckled as she started the engine. “I won’t hold it against you if you slip up.”

“I won’t.” As nice as she was, she wasn’t his mother.

As she drove them away from the scene, Billy felt the anxiety ease in his chest. She was playing pop hits from the previous decade, but they’re nice, nostalgic, and he finds himself almost drifting off.

“Don’t go falling asleep, Will, you might be concussed, sweetie.” Her hand reaches out and brushes his curls back from his face.

“It’s Billy.” He mumbled, and everything kind of goes hazy as his eyes unfocused. Her car is equally muggy as outside, with the smell of artificial lavender, and the music has trilled to something softer. It’s just perfect for a nap.

“Right. Sorry, honey.” He likes that she’s still patting him as she drives, just his hair where it doesn’t ache or sting. “Just stay awake, okay?”

“Okay…” He would. Or at least, he really did try. He’s pretty sure he’s not concussed, just…sleepy.

It feels nice to fall asleep with a hand on his head like the old days.

#just some Joyce and Billy fluff <3 #Joyce mothering Billy like she does Will <3 #because Billy is a sensitive boy too #Billy hargrove #Joyce Byers #fix it au okay #stranger things

[kimpossibly]

THE CHAIN -> e. roundtree PART FOUR: aurora

PAIRING: eddie roundtree x fem!reader WARNINGS: swearing, drinking, drugs, minor injuries, blood, very suggestive content, implied sex (NOTE: some warnings for this story include MAJOR spoilers for this series down the line, so I'll put those beneath the cut. If you don't want to get the story spoiled, then just ignore it ― but I did want to provide the chance for you to get an idea of how the story will go later down the line if you have any sensitive topics you'd like to avoid. please prioritize your mental wellbeing!)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: HIIIIIIII HI HI HI HELLO AND WELCOME TO THE FOURTH AND FINAL INSTALLMENT OF THE CHAIN! I'm so sorry this took me ten million years to write, it was really hard both time-wise and emotionally, as you'll see later...but HERE IT IS!!!!! This little story has gotten so much love since I posted the first part and it is absolutely insane. I'm almost at 800 followers now, compared to the 300-and-something I had before. It is absolutely crazy how this little plot bunny turned into something that you all really love. I'm glad that this story has brought you guys joy, and I hope I can do that one last time. So, here you go! Part four of The Chain!

WARNINGS (SPOILERS INCLUDED): reader has a life threatening illness. Discussions about death and loss, depictions of grief, hospitals

AURORA (1977-1978)

EDDIE: It started with little things, you know? The drip before the dam breaks. She would have these moments of...of absentmindedness. She'd say "I think I'm going to wear the red sweater at tonight's gig." And I'd say, "I love that one." And she'd say. "Me too." And then she'd pause, and go back to whatever the hell she was doing ― strumming on the guitar, packing for tour ― and all of a sudden she'd say, "Oh, Ed, I'm going to wear the red sweater at the show tonight." I thought maybe she was telling a joke, but she'd look up at me, waiting for a response. So I'd say, "Baby, you just told me that." And she'd say, "I did?" And I'd say, "You did." And then she'd pause again, thinking. And then she'd shrug and just say, "Oh." Oh. Like it didn't even matter that she'd just said the same thing twice and forgotten she'd even said it in the first place. I don't blame her for it. I mean, she was like the opposite of a hypochondriac. She could stitch you up when you got hurt, but she thought she was indestructible. It was all I could do to get her to see that everyone has a breaking point. Everyone has that point that they can't come back from. And I didn't know it then, but she'd already crossed it.

KAREN: The first time it happened ― the first time we really started to realize that something was up ― was during a rehearsal. I think...I think we might've been recording, actually.

Aurora was coming along better than any of them thought it was. The songs were recorded in six days. The band was in the middle of the fourth day, mid-recording of "Kill You To Try," when the drums came to a sudden halt at the song's peak.

And Billy, whose only goal was getting the album recorded so that he and Teddy could take over on the mixing, was on the verge of losing his mind.

It took him a moment to realize the drums had faded away until they were completely gone. The rhythmic guitar faded next, next the bass, and then Billy caught up, his voice breaking off and his headphones pulled away from his ears.

He turned around, an angry knot forming between his brows. "Y/n?" he said impatiently. When there was no answer, he said it again. "Y/n."

She was staring straight forward, arms fallen limp to her sides, a blank look on her face. Her eyes fluttered rapidly, more half-blinks than full stops.

Karen, who was closest to her at the keyboard, walked over and put a hand on her shoulder. "Honey, are you all right?"

And then it stopped. Y/n blinked one last time and her eyes went still. She looked around at all of them, a crease forming between her brows. "What?" she asked, looking back at their stares. "What did I do?"

DAISY: We just...we didn't know what to say.

"You zoned out, dude." Warren replied.

"I did?" she asked. There were nods. "Oh. Sorry."

They went back to recording then, mostly at Billy's insistence, but Eddie couldn't help watching Y/n through the corner of his eye for the rest of the day. She seemed fine enough for the most part, but he couldn't get rid of the sneaking suspicion that something was very, very wrong.

"Okay...okay. Mom, go, I don't need Dr. Medina getting mad at me. I'll call you in the morning. I hope the surgery goes well. Be the best damn nurse the world has ever seen. Okay, bye. Love you."

Y/n hung up the phone and jumped over the top of the couch, lying down and laying her head in Eddie's lap. Everyone else had left the house in Laurel Canyon by now, making them its only two residents. It was quieter than it was before, sometimes unsettlingly so, but they liked it. With the band becoming more and more chaotic, they both needed the quiet. Plus, they could make out in the kitchen without worrying about anyone walking in on them. That was a definite plus.

Eddie stared off into space for a moment, absentmindedly running a hand through Y/n's hair. "You ever think about getting married?"

Y/n sat up, eyes wide. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Getting married. Out of the blue. Just like Camila and Billy."

Y/n stuttered, "Camila and Billy have been together since, like, the beginning of time. We've only been together for...we can't..."

She trailed off, and Eddie's face fell. He covered it up with a shrug. "No, it's fine."

"Eddie, hey."

"No, no it's fine, I get it," he said, getting up from the couch. Yes, it was a risky thing to say. And he hadn't exactly known what to expect, but it definitely wasn't that.

Y/n got up to gently grab his wrist, stopping him in place. "Eddie, Eddie," she said gently as he reluctantly turned. He looked somewhat dejected ― it hurt her to see, so she put on her sweetest smile as she laced her fingers behind his neck. "Camila and Billy got married at three in the morning because she got knocked up. That's not me. That's not us."

He said nothing, but his features softened just the slightest bit.

"It can't be out of the blue, okay? Call me old fashioned, but I want the planning. The pretty cathedral, the stupid vows, the white dress...I want it all. And being in a rock band doesn't really coincide with that, yeah?"

Eddie just rolled his eyes at that, but there was a slight grin on his face as he did so. "Come here," she muttered, pulling him closer and hugging him tightly. He held her back, his chin resting atop her head like she'd fly away if he didn't try hard enough.

"Give me some time. We have a world tour coming up, but after that..." she trailed off with a smile. "That sound okay?"

"Yes ma'am," Eddie responded with a shit-eating grin. Now it was Y/n's turn to roll her eyes and push him away, smiling.

"Why are you in such a rush to get tied down? Aren't rockstars pretty flighty people?"

"I'll let you know you when I see one," Eddie said, and pulled her in to kiss her.

Billy and Daisy were nowhere to be seen. Daisy Jones & The Six's World Tour of Aurora was set to begin in less than a month, and their main attraction was missing from rehearsal. The rest of the band sat around like sitting ducks, fiddling with their instruments like they had no purpose. Well, right then, it was like they didn't. Without Billy or Daisy...practice almost wasn't worth it.

And eventually, Eddie had had it. "Okay," he said, standing up, "this is bullshit. Just because Billy and Daisy aren't here, we have to sit with our thumbs up our asses?"

Warren paused. "Yeah, basically."

Eddie shook his head, giving a bitter laugh. "Yeah, fuck that. Up."

He slung his guitar over his shoulder as they all reluctantly got up, groaning in exasperation. Y/n took her seat behind the drums, Karen got behind the keys, and Warren picked up his guitar. And Eddie headed for the mic, causing a few confused glances between the other band members.

"Hey, Ed?" Y/n called. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? We're going to rehearse."

"Yeah, but...you're not going to sing, are you?" Graham said.

Y/n threw a drumstick at him. "Dude."

Warren and Karen held back laughter. Eddie looked around the room, eyebrows raised. "Fine. Anyone else want to volunteer?" he asked. "Please, someone else take over."

No one moved to take his place. Eddie nodded. "That's what I thought. Okay, let's start with Regret Me."

"You're going to sing Daisy's part?" Y/n said, eyebrows raised.

"Nope," Eddie responded. "You are."

Y/n froze. For a moment she thought that might've been a joke.

KAREN: She looked like a deer in headlights. I knew Eddie wouldn't ask me, probably because he was still a little scared of me. But Y/n always hated being front and center. She looked like she was going to be sick.

Eddie beckoned her forward. She looked at the others for help, but all she got in return was wide-eyed looks and desperate shrugs. She looked back at Eddie. "N-No! I-I have to do the drums!"

"Teddy can play the drums. Right, Teddy?"

Caught off-guard, Teddy pressed the speaker button. "Um, sure?"

As Teddy came from the booth into the studio, Eddie walked over to where Y/n sat behind the drums. She had shrunk down as if to hide herself. She stared up at Eddie as though he were about to lead her to the slaughter. "What the fuck are you doing?" she said in a harsh whisper. "I'll kill you, you know. The second we get home, I'm taking the bat and crushing your fucking kneecaps."

Eddie just laughed as he took her hand to guide her to the mic with him. "I know you can do this," he muttered, quiet enough so that only she could hear, "I've heard you sing it."

"In the shower."

"Still counts."

She resisted the urge to slap him right then, looking around at the rest of the band. "If any one of you ever bring this up ever again―"

"Yeah, yeah, save the death threats," Warren said. "Can we all just shut up and rehearse?"

"Oh, now you have a sense of urgency." Y/n muttered.

After one final look around, Graham counted them in, and the song began. And Y/n who had no instrument to play, only stood a solid foot away from the mic, her heart beating so quickly that she could feel it in her skull. Eddie gently took her hand to pull her closer. When he opened his mouth to sing, hers stayed shut.

"You regret me and I regret you," he sang alone. "Except I don't care what you're feeling and I don't need your reprove."

He squeezed her hand, trying to encourage her with only his eyes. And then, quietly, she joined in on the next line.

"I'm a slippage in the system with a natural gift, how I move," he found himself starting to sing through a smile, "So go ahead and regret me but I'm beating you to it, dude."

The chorus was approaching, making Y/n feeling more and more like she was going to throw up. The logical part of her knew that she wouldn't burst into flame if her voice cracked. But the other part? The other part of her wanted to punch Eddie in the face for ever bringing her within a five foot radius of this mic.

"You regret me and I regret you!"

WARREN: They had that chemistry that Billy and Daisy had, but it felt more…lived in. Daisy and Billy were like two pieces of flint that you’d knock together. Sparks would fly and hey, maybe something would catch on fire. Eddie and Y/n were like a bonfire. Controlled. And, if you stood a good enough distance away, you could see how nice it was. It wasn’t as exciting, but it sure was good enough to take the place of the real thing.

She gained confidence the more that she sang. Whether it was the fact that her voice held on or the fact that she got to stand so close to Eddie, she didn't know, but she felt okay.

"Go ahead and regret me, but I'm beating you to it, dude." Y/n finished the song with a smile at Eddie, her face flushed. It took her a moment to realize that the room around her was silent.

Her smile fell. "What?"

"Nothing," Graham said. "That was great. Um...what about Honeycomb?"

Everyone nodded in agreement, going back to their instrument. Eddie pulled Y/n to his side, pressing a kiss to her head. "Told ya."

She suppressed a smile. "Shut up."

EDDIE: The lead up to the tour, I think. That was when things got really weird. She was tired all the time, no matter how much sleep she got. I mean, yeah, we were recording an album and getting ready for a world tour, but it wasn't like normal. We'd come home and she'd go straight to be, sleep until the morning, wake up, and an hour later she'd be yawning again. For a while I thought she might've just been tired of me [laughs].

"Y/n, come on. Time to get up," Eddie said quietly, crouching beside their bed to be at her eye level. Her eyes blinked open reluctantly and she groaned, rolling over.

"My head is killing me."

"I'll get you some Advil."

"No, no, I got it," she said, and then proceeded to lay in bed, eyes shut, curled under the blankets.

After a few moments, Eddie spoke. "Y/n?"

"Five more minutes."

He laughed quietly. "Come here," he said, sliding one arm under her back and one under her legs, scooping her up into his arms.

She wrapped an arm around his shoulders gratefully, burying her head in his neck. "Wow, you're so strong," she said with a little giggle.

"Yeah, yeah. I can still throw you down the stairs."

"Ooh, I'm counting on it."

They went to rehearsal―where, luckily, Daisy and Billy were already located―and got to work. Eddie kept an eye on Y/n out of the corner of his eye. Her headache had worsened on the drive there despite her taking more pain pills than was probably necessary. She played just fine, but she cringed ever so often at the punctuated hit of a hi-hat. He thought about taking her off the drums for a bit and putting Teddy in her place, but she'd just get angry at him.

In the middle of Let Me Down Easy, the drums stopped suddenly, drum sticks clattering to the floor. Everyone looked up to see Y/n sprinting out of the room, a hand clamped over her mouth. Eddie froze. Karen was the first to move, running after her to make sure she was all right.

They all stood in silence for a minute or two, unsure of how to proceed. Karen came back, running a hand through her hair. "She just got sick. She's fine now, but I think we should give her a minute."

"What, does she have the flu or something?" Graham asked.

"Maybe she's pregnant," Camila suggested. Everyone turned to look at her at once. She blinked. "What?"

Eddie left the room then, feeling like he was about to be sick himself. The bathroom door was ajar when he got there. Y/n was sitting on the floor when he walked in, knees tucked to her chest, her head propped up by one palm.

"Hi," she croaked.

"Hi. You okay?" he asked, sitting beside her.

"Fucking fabulous," she replied with a slight grin.

He smiled and kissed her forehead, wrapping an arm around her. "D'you think that maybe it's time you see a doctor? I mean, the headache, you're tired all the time, and now this?"

"No, no," she waved her hand to brush that away. "I get like this sometimes. It's like allergies. It's whatever. I'll ask my mom on the phone later. She's never failed me."

Eddie nodded, going silent for a moment. "Are you maybe...do you think you might be pregnant?"

"No, I'm―" Y/n began, then cut herself off. She paused for a moment, thinking. Then she turned back to Eddie, eyes wide. "Um."

Cut to the two of them in the bathroom at midnight, Eddie pacing and Y/n staring at a little pregnancy test on the counter. It had taken them nearly half a dozen drug stores to find a regular pregnancy test, not to mention the fact that they grew more and more panicked with every second that passed.

"What if―"

"Nope, no," Eddie cut her off, "We are not playing the What If game right now. Whatever happens happens, and we'll deal with it."

Y/n nodded, pursing her lips. "But, what if―"

"Y/n, no."

After a few minutes of anxious silence, Y/n exclaimed. "Look, I see a line!"

Eddie quit his pacing to rush to her side, looking down at the test. "What does that mean?"

"Two lines means I'm pregnant."

"There's only one."

"I know that, Eddie."

"Well, what does that mean?"

And then they were scrambling for the box, looking for the instructions they worried they might've accidentally tossed out. Once the box assured them that one line meant Y/n was definitely not pregnant, they both let out a sigh of relief, Y/n slumping over the counter in exhausted victory. "I feel like we should take several rounds of shots right now."

Eddie wrapped his arms around her waist. "Thank God, I was about to call Karen's priest."

She laughed, feeling giddy.

"Would it have been the worst thing In the world, though?" he asked.

Y/n turned her head to look up at him. "Sweetheart, we're about to leave for a world tour. The timing isn't exactly ideal," she paused. "But no, it wouldn't have been the worst thing ever. I mean, I would have a lot to explain to my extremely Catholic grandparents, but no, I wouldn't be entirely devastated."

Eddie couldn't stop a smile that spread out of her sight. "First you want to marry me and now you want to have my children? God, are you obsessed with me or something?"

She gasped in mock offense, tearing herself from her grip and glaring at him. "You precocious son of a bitch."

"Careful, you might accidentally turn me on."

She narrowed her eyes, staring at him for a moment. Then, quick as a flash, she turned and ran to the bedroom. Eddie chased after her, their screams of laughter floating up through the ceiling as he slammed the door behind them.

AURORA WORLD TOUR (1978-1979)

WARREN: Tour life was crazy, man. It always had been, but that one was insane. Daisy and Billy had it out in Rolling Stone, and everyone wanted to see their little shitshow. I'm not saying that their blowup was what rocketed us to the top...but it fuckin' was. Drama, man. The people eat it up.

Daisy Jones & The Six was the shit. Everywhere they went, massive crowds followed. Record sales were at an all-time high. Everyone knew the band. They were on top of the world.

Eddie thought every day about taking a knee and proposing to Y/n. In the middle of a show, even. He'd do it in the dead of night. They never tired of each other, no matter how long they were together. They were attached at the hip until they were forced away, which, now that they were on tour together, wasn't often.

They had made a routine. Wake up, rehearse with the band for a couple hours, and then go walk around whatever city they were in. Then they'd play the show, go to a party, and go back to their hotel room. They clung to each other through all of it. Eddie wasn't quite sure what the terms of common law marriage were, but he was sure that they would meet all of them. But he'd wait until the tour was over, just like she said. And then he'd marry her. That much he knew.

When they got to Chicago around early July, it was set to be their biggest show of the tour.

KAREN: Tensions were high. I don't think the two of them noticed, or they were too in love to care.

They stood backstage, the sounds of the crowd growing louder and louder as more people arrived.

Camila turned to wish her good luck with a smile, but it quickly faded. "Oh, honey, your nose."

Y/n frowned, then felt a drip. She swiped her thumb underneath her nose and it came away slick with blood. "Oh," she muttered, "oops."

"Are you alright?" she asked in a very mom-way.

"Yeah, feeling okay," Y/n nodded. "Goodnight, Julia."

Camila rocked her daughter, "Say bye-bye, Julia."

Julia lifted a hand and made a grabby motion in farewell. Y/n giggled and did the same back, still holding her nose. "Bye, Squishy," she said, poking one of Julia's little dimples. The girl giggled and clung to her mom, disappearing out of sight.

She staunched the blood as best she could once she found tissues, stashing bloody tissues in her bag rather than the trash can so as not to worry anyone. She swiped on some glitter anywhere that would catch the light. Eddie came in as she was tying her hair up. He pressed a kiss to her cheek and she wrapped her arms around him, laying her head on his shoulder.

The moment her eyes closed, she got this feeling like she wanted nothing more than to let them stay closed, to drift away into sleep right there. She was tired. There were thousands of screaming people out there waiting for her, and all she could think about was getting to sleep as soon as possible.

"Maybe this tour is it," she muttered into Eddie's shoulder.

"What?"

She paused, trying to form a thought into words. "After this. I don't know if I can do it again."

They pulled apart and Y/n saw a crease between Eddie's brows. "What makes you say that?"

Before she got a moment to figure out what exactly made her come to that conclusion, she was being pulled forward onto the stage by Warren. The crowd came to a deafening roar as they appeared, and Y/n waved and smiled like she had done a hundred times, taking her place behind the drums.

They all picked up their instruments, and then Billy turned and gave Y/n the nod. The first drum hit of 'Aurora' rang out, and the show began.

EDDIE: The show was great. We all played great, the crowd was great, it was all...[pauses] it was great.

The set was coming to a close. They had played through nearly the entirety of the album, throwing in some older songs of theirs. But the crowd had ceaselessly been chanting for one song in particular, one that had purposely been left off the setlist for the entirety of the tour: Look At Us Now.

Everyone looked around at each other, then at Billy. He glanced back at them as if asking permission. They each gave a nod, and Daisy turned back to the mic. "Who wants to hear Honeycomb?"

The screams of the crowd that followed were enough to answer that question. Billy looked back at all of them again. "You know what to do."

Billy picked up an acoustic guitar from the side of the stage and came back. He tapped his foot a couple times to set the pace, and then he began to play.

The crowd sang every word with them, for them at times. And Y/n selfishly thought she had the best seat in the house. From the back of the stage, she could see it all. The crowd, the band, and everything in between. How could she let this go? This tour couldn't be the end of it all. She decided right then that she wouldn't let it. Not when there were views like this in the world and she was one of the few that got to see it.

And in an instant, it all went haywire.

Daisy and Billy were so caught up in the song for a moment that they both failed to notice as the drums grew more and more muddled until they stopped all together. Drum sticks clattered to the ground, heads snapping in their direction. Thousands of eyes saw as Y/n slumped out of her seat, collapsing on the ground beside the drums.

Instruments were dropped haphazardly as everyone on that stage stopped what they were doing to rush to the drum set. Rod left his spot in the wings to see for himself as Y/n laid stiff on the ground, seizing.

What followed was a rush of colors and light, of ambulances and ceilings, none of which she could really see or understand. But Eddie could. Eddie saw and understood all of it. And that, possibly, was the worst part.

Y/n woke up not long after, feeling as though she had just woken up from restless sleep. She asked quick questions, which were answered in short, quick words by Billy and Camila. Who she really wanted to speak to was Eddie, but he was laser focused on whatever needed to happen next. All he could do was hold her hand and squeeze back.

By the time she was in her hospital bed, she was convinced that she was perfectly fine. The part she was most upset about was ending the concert early―which, she assured them, would not happen again.

"After I get treated for whatever this is, I can come back, right? Rod?"

"Calm down, kid. You just had a seizure. Give yourself some time to be overdramatic before you get back on the road," he said with a slight chuckle.

"Miss L/n, have you ever had a history of epileptic seizures?" the nurse in the room asked. Y/n shook her head, and the nurse gave a nod. "I'll be right back with the doctor."

She left, and Warren suddenly gave a shiver. "Fucking hate hospitals."

Y/n shrugged. "I basically grew up in one."

"Ah, so that's why you're...you."

Several people had to dodge as Y/n hurled a pillow at him. Then, realizing it was the only one she had, she pouted. "Give it back."

"Oh, this pillow? The one you threw at me?" Warren said, being annoying as usual. "No way, sister. This is my property now. Bequeathed to me by your sorry arm muscles."

"I'll beat you up as soon as I get out of this bed."

"Sure you will, honey."

The door to her room opened and the doctor stepped in. He was tall, older, and graying a bit at the ends. "Hi there," he greeted. "I'm Doctor Lawrence."

Y/n waved, and he suddenly seemed to realize how many people were in the room. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid only family are allowed in here," he said.

Y/n immediately grabbed Eddie by the wrist. "He's my husband!" she said. Everyone quieted. "And they're my brothers," she looked at Billy and Graham, "sister-in-laws," she glanced over at Camila and Karen, "he's my cousin," she nodded to Warren, "and he's my weird uncle," she said, looking at Rod. Then she looked back at the doctor. "They're my family."

The doctor didn't believe a word she'd said. But after a moment of silence, he nodded to the group. "You can stay."

Y/n sighed in relief, lacing her fingers with Eddie's. If anything were to happen that night, she'd rather have him by her side.

Doctor Lawrence asked her a couple menial questions, then rambled a bit about what exactly seizures are (which, of course, she already knew) and suggested a CT scan to better understand what was going on. She agreed.

The next few hours were rather boring. Silences were punctuated with pain, as Y/n grew to realize how stiff her neck was. Her arms and legs were sore, but that, she assumed, was from the seizure.

"It's too bright in here," she commented when she was returned to her room. "Can I turn the lights down a little?"

People milled about. Camila had to go to be with Julia and the twins. Graham and Karen got coffee. Warren and Rod sat around her hospital room, competing to see who had the crazier stories (the winner, of course, was Rod). Eddie sat beside Y/n on the hospital bed the entire time, talking to her as she came in and out of consciousness

One of the times her eyes blinked open, she frowned, looking around in confusion. "Where the hell am I?"

Eddie paused. "You're in the hospital, Y/n."

Her eyes widened. "Why?"

"You...you had a seizure."

"Oh," she said. He felt her flex her fingers in his. "My hands feel weird. I can't feel your hand."

Eddie began to panic. She was treating every new horrible thing as though it were a new science fact she had just learned. "Y/n, what―"

Doctor Lawrence returned then, Karen and Graham trailing behind him. Billy returned not soon after. The only one not pale and freaked out was Y/n, who seemed content braiding small strands of her hair.

"The CT scan came back. She has a severe case of encephalitis."

Everyone looked around, most of them either hearing that word for the first time or not knowing what it is. Y/n did. "How? Meningitis?"

"Hard to say. It probably started out as a virus, something that triggered a strong autoimmune response."

"Can I take an antiviral to treat it?"

"Sorry, can someone explain what the fuck you're saying?" Warren finally asked.

Y/n sighed, letting go of her third braid. "My brain is inflamed, and it's swelling. It's pressing on my brain stem and it caused the seizure."

"That sounds...bad?" Graham said.

"Yeah, but it can be treated," Y/n said with a shrug. "I'll need to take antivirals for a bit, right?"

The doctor paused. "Yes, you would for a less severe case."

Her eyes narrowed. "So, what do I do for my case?"

He went silent. Y/n froze. Everyone looked to the doctor, who seemed unsure of how to continue. "I'm sorry."

Y/n understood what he was saying. She felt her sore muscles stiffen up again, this time from panic. "You're saying there's nothing? Do I just have it let it go away on its own, or...?"

"A case this advanced won't go away on its own."

"Well, if it won't go away on its own and we can't treat it, then...then what?" she asked, her voice becoming more panicked. "What do I do? Tell me what to do, I'll do it."

Lawrence just shook his head again. "I'm so sorry. I'll give you all a minute to figure out how you want to proceed."

He left then, and everyone was silent.

"Y/n," Eddie said, his voice quiet and careful, "what does that mean?"

She was staring at the blanket over her legs, eyes blank. "Can someone please get my mom on the phone please?" she asked quietly.

"Y/n, what does it mean?"

"It can't be treated. It's not going to go away on its own, it'll just get worse," she said in a quiet, calculated voice, like she was reading from a textbook. "It'll put more and more pressure on my brain stem. And the brain stem regulates circulation and breathing, so..."

Karen let out a sob, her hand reaching up to cover her mouth. Y/n couldn't bear to look up at the faces around her, because she knew she'd see a reflection of exactly what she was feeling right then: hopelessness.

It meant that she was already gone.

"Someone get my mom on the phone. Please."

The night that followed was awful. Camila returned, having finally found someone to watch Julia and the twins. Y/n had watched as Billy told her the news. She teared up, tears streaming down her face within minutes. But she shoved them away as she walked into the room to give Y/n a hug. She chatted about how Julia missed her. She did a good job of keeping the conversation off of the obvious. Y/n was glad for it.

Eddie ended up beside Y/n on her bed. She curled into his side, floating in and out of consciousness. She seized twice more, once just past one in the morning, once after the sun had just started to come up.

Her mom arrived on a flight from Pittsburgh at two. The first time Y/n cried was when she saw her walk into the room.

The morning brought some sense of comfort. Karen and Billy went out to get coffee and bagels for everyone. They all sat around and talked about something other than music, which they hadn't done as a group in years, maybe in forever.

Y/n glanced up at Eddie at some point during the conversation and noticed that he had a strange look on his face. "What?" she asked, nudging him.

Eddie looked down at her, a million thoughts in his head at once, all of which combined to form one coherent sentence.

EDDIE: I told her right then and there that I wanted to marry her. I didn't care how much time she had left. I wanted to call her my wife.

KAREN: When I looked at Y/n, I could just tell...he didn't have to say it twice.

GRAHAM: It all happened so fast from there. Karen called the minister that had done Camila and Billy's wedding ― once we told him the circumstances, he was pretty quick to agree to officiate. That guy was metal, man. He'd done two last-minute weddings for a rock band within two years. Show me another priest who could brag about that. Not that priests brag, right? Jesus was humble and shit. But you know what I mean.

CAMILA: Eddie left to get a tux. He said he wanted to do his part, even if Y/n was wearing a hospital gown.

EDDIE: I think I said something really cheesy about how, if she could look that good in a hospital bed, then I could at least do my best to look the part of a groom. She loved it.

KAREN: Graham went with him, for "style advice," is how I think he phrased it. Really I think he just went to make sure he had someone there with him. None of us really wanted to leave Eddie alone.

GRAHAM: I think we got the first one that fit. He wore it as we left the place. Eddie wasn't screwing around. He was giddy the whole time. He would go dead silent for a few minutes and then talk my ear off for another few. All in all, I think we were gone for maybe forty-five minutes. An hour, tops. We didn't know...we didn't realize they couldn't call us if something happened.

KAREN: It happened so fast. She was so excited, she was talking so quickly I could barely understand her. But she was beaming at us the whole time. You couldn't help but be happy for her.

BILLY: Twenty minutes after they left, she asked for something. Ice chips, I think. The nurses gave them to her all the time, she was kind of addicted. She asked if we could get her some, and Karen said something stupid like, "I'd get you a private jet if you asked for it." And she laughed and said "Don't tell me that ― I might ask, just to see you sweat."

DAISY: Billy left the room to get her some ice and then...I'm no doctor, I can't tell you exactly what happened.

CAMILA: She started seizing up again, so Karen and I tried to put her on her side, but she started fighting us. Like, smacking us away whenever we tried to touch her. I don't know if it was her or...[Pause] something other than her. That's the kind of thing that keeps me up, you know? She was so happy to get married. So happy. But when she hit us away...it was almost like she knew exactly what she was doing.

KAREN: The doctors came in and shooed us back out into the waiting room. Camila didn't want to let go. Neither did I. They practically had to pull us off of her. Billy found us out there, still holding the ice chips, and Camila just started bawling. She didn't say anything, but I think he could piece together what it was that'd happened.

DAISY: Karen sat down. Billy stayed up with Camila, holding her while the ice in the cup started melting down to water. We couldn't have been out there more than ten minutes when the doctor came out. The look she gave us...we just knew. We knew.

BILLY: Camila was almost screaming. Karen left; we didn't ask where she was going. All of a sudden, it was like...like the first time I ever took a punch. You know, you've heard about getting in a fight and taking a hit so hard it makes your head spin. And then there's the first time it really happens to you, when you take your first punch. And there's this brief moment in between the hit and the pain. You know it's coming, but there's that delay before it gets you. In a second, you get the air knocked out of you, and then...[Shakes head] and then it hits you. It didn't feel like losing a friend, either. I lost a sister.

KAREN: I was just completely blindsided. I walked out, not really knowing where I was going. I felt like I was going to puke, and I didn't want to do that in front of everyone. I think we all forgot, you know, that Graham and Eddie were out...

CAMILA: I remember looking over Billy's shoulder, seeing the car drive back up and Eddie stepped out in the tux. He was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands, talking a mile a minute, and I just...[Chokes up] I couldn't tell him.

BILLY: He walked into the room, and he saw her, and...God, he just...he pulled out this little box from his pocket. He took her hand, opened the box, and put the ring on her finger. He kissed her on the forehead, and then he left.

KAREN: Camila was his first love, yeah. But Y/n? She was the love of his life, man. He had something people would die for, kill for. And the minute he realized it, the minute he realized what he had, the universe snatched it away from him. Life is un-fucking-fair, man. Always has been and always will be.

CAMILA: God, he really loved her. He really did.

When Eddie got the call, he was surprised to hear that she wanted to speak to him directly. Even more so, he was surprised to hear that someone wanted to write a book about the band. He had always been a firm believer in leaving the past in the past, but she was persistent. Plus, he couldn't say no. Not to her.

They met in a park near the coast. They chatted about life, what she was doing, what he was doing, and it was the general consensus that all was good and well.

"So, where should I start?" he asked as she hit record on the camera.

Julia stepped back from the camera. "Just...tell me about Y/n."

He paused, caught off-guard. And then, he smiled. "This might be a while."

EDDIE: It's not all bad anymore. I got time with her. I'll always wish I had more, but the time I got...it was great. It was the best time I've ever had. But I was able to move on, meet someone new. I think about her every day, and I always will, you know? A person like Y/n...that doesn't leave you. And Jesus Christ am I grateful for that. Julia...I'm really glad you're doing this. Your Aunt Y/n would've loved it.

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Moving In Stereo

Many moons ago I applied to the Harringrove Zine with a concept: what if Steve was a lifeguard with Billy at the pool. I ended up writing a completely different concept for the zine after way too many talks with @adelacreations but Lifeguard Steve has been waiting in the wings, ready to promote the Zine Preorder that opened today! The zine is made to support charity and there’s many ways that you can back it and read the crazy thing I had to write after finishing this, and all the incredible stuff the other contributors have come up with. We’re so excited to share it with you. And now without further ado: lifeguard Steve

Billy Hargrove had a new title: King of the Poolside. The whole town fawned over him, all the suburban moms who asked Steve about Billy’s schedule and blatantly stared at his body, all the teen girls who made eyes at him. Even the little kids liked him. Whenever Steve would sub in the aquatots class there would be a chorus of questions about, “Mr. Biwwy.”

It was starting to piss Steve off.

Steve didn’t mind not being King anymore. Billy could have the crown, shove it up his ass for all Steve cared. But they didn’t know the real Billy Hargrove. Despite a teary, drugged apology that night when Steve drove him home after the Byers, and the occasional conversation in the break room, Billy Hargrove remained as he always was: an asshole.

“Stick to your stand, ” Steve grumbled when Billy leaned against Steve’s leg, one golden shoulder pressing into Steve’s calf. Billy was hot all the time. Steve swore he could see steam rising off Billy’s shoulders when he rose out of the pool. Somehow he managed to do it in slow motion. The asshole.

“You can see all of the pool from your stand, though,” Billy smiled and snapped his gum, his eyes hidden by mirrored aviators.

“Then we’ll switch.”

He had to remind himself that Billy was an asshole, because for one millisecond Billy frowned and he almost looked hurt.

“Can’t be near me for even a second, huh?” Billy looked up, but his face was impossible to read behind his sunglasses. They only reflected Steve back to himself. His pink cheeks from Billy standing too close. His slightly wilted hair, curling at the ends from the heat. Billy was so shiny, chest gleaming, golden hair glassy and lustrous. Steve could see himself reflected in all the weirdest ways.

Steve shrugged. “Not my job to tell you what to do.”

Billy snorted, “You act like it enough.”

“Whatever,” Steve rolled his eyes. “One of your fan club is coming over.”

It could be splashing, but it nearly sounds like Billy muttered, “Showtime.”

It’s Karen Wheeler, tottering in a new swimsuit and heels that seem frankly dangerous close to the water’s edge. Steve twitched, the heat from where Billy’s shoulder was pressed to his leg almost throbbing with awareness.

“Hello, Steve,” She smiled too warmly. “Billy.”

“Dig the new suit, Mrs. Wheeler,” Billy pressed his sunglasses up his nose and gave her a toothy smile.

“Thank you, Billy,” She preened, and stretched out on a towel next to Steve’s stand. “The sun’s moved over here, so…”

Billy nodded, leaning into Steve’s leg, “Oh, yeah. Gotta chase those rays.”

She laughed like it’s the funniest thing she’d ever heard, and for some reason Billy did too, his white teeth gleaming.

Steve shuffled in his seat.

“Thanks for your help, Harrington,” Billy punched his leg softly, and Steve glared at him. “See you later Mrs. Wheeler.”

“Bye, Billy,” She called out hopefully. She has a bag slung over the back of her chair that reminded Steve of when Steve and Nancy used to date.

She looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, and asked him what he’s doing now that he’s graduated while her eyes lingered on his chest hair. Steve gritted his teeth before draping a towel over himself.

Billy Hargrove was an asshole. But Mrs. Wheeler was starting to wig Steve out pretty bad too.

That afternoon, he was still in a sour mood. The stalls at the community pool have these wimpy curtains. They barely gave the illusion of security but King Billy always acted like he couldn't see that this stall was occupied.

“Whoops, sorry, Harrington,” His voice echoed off the tiles and Steve slipped, hand waving out in the middle of nowhere to help him catch his balance.

Billy’s arm shot out and caught him by the elbow

“For fuck’s sake Billy,” Steve’s voice was higher than he wanted, and kind of breathy. Billy was stark naked except for red flip flops. “This is the third time this week.”

“Sorry, compadre, I have a lot on my mind,” Billy nodded and turned, throwing the curtain closed behind him. “Really didn’t mean it.”

“Like what? It better be good, because if my… fucking dick is going to be exposed it better be for a damn good reason,” Steve groused.

“Nothing I didn’t see in school, chill out, baby,” Steve can practically hear that toothy grin.

“What’s on your mind?”

Billy doesn’t answer right away. But the shower next door turns on, and Steve can hear the slap of Billy’s flip flops.

“How do you know if you’re in love, Harrington?”

Steve’s mouth fell open and he got a mouthful of the nasty pipe water.

“What?”He asked.

“Like… I never been in love before,” This was followed by the patter of flip flops. “So I’m trying to get some perspective.”

“I… you think you’re in love?”

“Probably,” Billy doesn’t sound happy about it. Water splashes on the tiles around Steve and he imagines the water splattering across Billy’s chest, heat rising like steam. Slow motion.

“What makes you think so?”

“I’ve been saving money,” Billy said. “I’m very close to getting back to California. I could go. But there’s this person…”

“So… tell her how you feel?” Steve expected that he would be fucking elated to find out that Billy was leaving, but instead it feels kind of empty and blank.

Billy laughed, a short firecracker burst of a sound, hitting the tiles all around Steve like a whip’s crack. It was very different from the way he laughed earlier.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Just trying to figure myself out, you know.”

“When would you leave?”

Billy sighed, “Sooner is better. They’re never gonna feel the same way. I’m kidding myself, you know?”

Steve scrubbed a hand through his hair, waiting too long before responding. “I’m sorry, man.”

“Don’t worry about it,” This laugh sounds more like the Mrs. Wheeler laugh, loud and, Steve’s starting to suspect, fake.

“You could still give it a try,” Steve offered weakly, “You’ve got nothing to lose, right?”

The laugh got louder, “You’re a riot, Harrington. Really, you are.”

Steve drove home with his head weirdly muddled with this news. He should be psyched about Billy's leaving. And if Billy got with his crush, he would have less time to piss Steve off or flirt with everyone in town. It was a win win.

It’s only when Steve was in bed later that night, the smell of chlorine still hanging in his nose slightly, that he wondered. Why Steve said she, but Billy said they. Like it could be anyone.

Like it could be a guy.

He watched the next day, the way Billy hung back from the crowd of girls, always holding himself apart. He slid away from a girl who was practically falling out of her swimsuit, smile frozen on his shiny face. Mrs Wheeler is staring at him, and Steve is uncomfortable to think how he’s not much better.

Come to think of it, he’s never seen Billy really hang around a girl that long. Oh he talks to them, goes on dates. He sleeps with them, or so Steve has heard. He’s never attached to any of them, he never seems to linger around one more than any other. Steve used to be part of SteveAndNancy and SteveAndMichelle and SteveAndChrissy. Billy wasn’t Billy and anybody.

It’s pretty easy to keep an eye on him because the only place Billy seems to linger is around Steve’s stand. He hangs by Chet at the gate sometimes too, giving him sunny smiles that make Steve’s chest hurt. Eddie Munson rolls by sometimes at closing, sitting with Billy in the back of his van.

Steve started to stare so hard he swore he was getting blinded by the glare off of Billy’s necklace, the gleam of his fake smile.

He showered and started to lock up in a fog, when he heard a splash in the water. The pool is closed… Steve’s blood runs cold. He promised himself if he took this job that nothing like what happened to Barb would ever happen again.

He groped under the check-in desk, coming up with the plank that they use to prop open the window when the weather is stifling, and crept out into the pool area.

“Jesus, Harrington,” Billy bobbed in the water, “What the fuck are you doing?”

Steve exhaled a shaky breath, “Fuck, Billy. I thought you were like a wild animal or something.”

“Who says I’m not?”

Steve dropped the plank to his side, “What are you doing out here?”

Billy leaned back in the water, his hair floating out in a dirty blonde halo, “Taking a dip. It was hot as hell today. You wanna come in?”

“I just showered.”

Billy shook his head, “Haven’t seen you in the pool all summer. Can you even swim?”

“How do you think I got the job, asshole?” Steve frowned.

“So prove it, asshole,” Billy grinned.

Steve grumbled, hating Billy for baiting him and hating himself for rising to it.

“There’s that King Steve spirit,” Billy smiled smugly. “Feels good, right?”

Steve floated along, annoyed that it did actually feel good. He tried not to think of the mass of swimming kids he’d seen opening their mouths underwater in the pool all day, and just enjoy.

“Did you talk to your crush?”

“Talk to them every day,” Billy replied with a laugh.

That ruled out Eddie Munson.

Steve frowned, bobbing closer, “You talk to them every day and you don’t know if they like you?”

Billy smiled ruefully, “I know they don’t.”

Steve rolled his head back into the water, “You could tell them. What’s the harm, if you might leave soon? No regrets, right?”

Billy doesn’t respond, but Steve was content enough to wait, his face turned up towards the late afternoon sunset, eyes closed. He hadn’t gotten into a pool for pleasure in so long.

It almost felt like the water lapping up, brushing Steve’s face. A warm press, something soft brushing his lips. If it hadn’t been for the stifled moan, Steve might have thought it was the pool.

He opened his eyes, and Billy was covering his mouth with his hand, swimming backwards. Steve could see his own shock reflected back in Billy’s bare blue eyes.

“Sorry,” Billy said, “Fuck, I’m… I’m sorry.”

Steve blinked at him, his brain still catching on to what happened.

“I’m so-” Billy swam swiftly to the edge of the pool, pulling himself out, shaking his head.

He kissed him. Billy kissed him?

It didn’t make sense. Steve’s game has been shot. He hadn’t gotten a single date this summer, nor a single kiss. He’d been a dick to Billy, snapping at him with the slightest provocation. He wasn’t King Steve anymore and Billy could have anyone he wanted.

He was slammed out of his reverie when the gate slams shut, leaving Steve alone, bobbing like a cork.

Billy didn’t come to work the next day. Or the next. Steve felt like he was going through his days under water, in slow motion.

“He quit,” Heather raised one perfect brow, “Will you mop up in the boys bathroom? Some kid threw up a hot dog.”

Steve didn’t exactly want to clean up hot dog but it wasn’t like there was Billy around to hang out with. Billy to jostle and scowl at, Billy to float on the water with. Billy to kiss…

Later, Billy asked Steve when he realized, when he decided he needed to rush over to Cherry Lane right away and bang on the window until Billy opened up. Billy asked when Steve decided to kiss Billy then and there, in front of God and everybody.

Steve didn’t have the heart to tell him that it was when he was mopping up chunks of hot dog, chlorine clogging his nostrils, nothing to do but think. Billy had said he loved someone. Someone he talked to every day, who didn’t like him much. Someone who could be a boy. Someone like Steve.

“You’re an asshole,” Steve laughed as he flopped through Billy’s window and wrapped his arms around him. Billy didn’t gleam like he did at the pool, all shiny surfaces. But he kissed Steve like he meant it, reflected back all the mixed up feelings swirling in Steve’s chest. All of this and in slow motion too.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #steve x billy #harringrove zine #kings of nowhere zine #my writing #moving in stereo #tw Karen wheeler #harringrove fluff

[billlydear]

masterlist - billy hargrove x reader

minors dni with smut.

basic biology part two part three (completed) - you’re paired with billy for a biology project. you only visit his house once, but it’s enough for you to understand why he doesn’t want you to come over again. when he starts showing up more and more in your life, you realize that it’s basic biology: you were made for him, and he was made for you.

supernova - max's english tutor has a black eye and a shitty alibi. billy sees right through it.

like we'll never have sex - billy's not used to getting less attention than the movie playing on the theater screen.

stuck - billy doesn't know how you keep landing in ridiculous situations, but he'll be your savior every time.

got a light? - billy gives you the help he wishes someone would give to him

window shopping - billy's a perv, but so are you.

possession - sometimes billy's mouth moves, but his dad's voice comes out

figure you out - billy doesn't realize what he's missing until you're with steve

touch starved - headcanons of billy being touch/love starved

smoke break - billy meets a cheerleader on a smoke break that isn't who he thought she would be

oral fixation - headcanons of billy with an oral fixation

widsom teeth - billy drives you home after getting your wisdom teeth removed

cheerleader - headcanons of billy dating a cheerleader

main kinks - headcanons of what i think billy hargrove's kinks would be

moody - billy's girlfriend is moody and he can't figure out why, so he asks max

promposal - how billy hargrove would ask you to prom

rings - headcanons on billy, his rings, and you

lunch break - karen wheeler is jealous of your lunch break with billy

little things - billy notices the little things about you, like the way that you play with your hair when you're anxious

medic - billy needs an ice pack after a rough play on the court, and you're the courtside medic

improvisation - you take control during sex and billy likes it

new york, baby - headcanons of billy dating someone who's similar to him and from new york

#↳ ❝ { pandora's scrolls } ¡! ❞ #↳ ❝ { pandora's art } ¡! ❞ #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove blurb #billy hargrove drabble #billy hargrove fanfic #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove angst #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove oneshot #billy hargrove imagine

[its-vannah]

A Toast to the Bride and Groom | Graham Dunne x Reader

A/N: After all the angst Graham content I've been serving, you guys deserved something sweet.

Warnings: Implied sexual encounter (very, very minor), mentions of drug use, alcohol, alcoholism

Daisy Jones and The Six Masterlist

The sound of a fork tapping against someone's wine glass rang through the room, bringing everyone's attention to Graham.

"Before we get started and the band starts embarrassing me in front of my wife, I'd just like to thank all of you for coming today to celebrate with us," Graham said, smiling down at you as he spoke, "It was always my biggest dream to get married and I'm so happy I got to fulfill that with you."

Raising his glass, he looks around the room, grinning from ear to ear, "To Y/N Dunne."

The room erupted with applause and you couldn't help but lean into Graham's side. He eventually took his seat beside you, setting his class down.

Warren stood up not long after, clinking two classes together to get the attention that was already on him. When you come into a formal event wearing a fur vest, bell-bottoms, and round sunglasses, you brought attention to yourself.

Clearing his throat, Warren sat on the edge of the table, much to your parents dismay, "When I first met Graham, he was stick thin and getting over his first girlfriend who broke up with him at his locker. His dramatic ass acted like he'd never be able to move on. But he did, and when I say he upgraded, I mean it. I've never met a girl who puts a smile on my man's face more than Y/N/N. She really has become like a little sister to me. A wiser, smarter, prettier sister who puts up with my bullshit and Graham's."

Your mother cringes at his use of language, digging her nails into her fists as she throws you "the look." But you didn't pay her any mind.

Warren continued, "She allows us to continue our sword fights in their living room, encourages him to keep pursuing music, and loves him fully."

Looking around the room, clearing nearing being full on drunk, he winked at you and Graham, "I remember the night when she showed him how much she loved him."

To your left, your mother sank into her chair, her head in her hands. The two of you had told her you were waiting until marriage.

"To Y/N/N and peaches!" Warren said, holding up both glasses, pouring them both into his mouth, which ended with him pouring a glass directly down his chest.

Awkward silence and a few claps ensued, with Karen standing up next, waiting for everyone to quiet down.

"I'll keep it short and sweet, as I know half of have been very friendly with your alcohol, myself included," She began, "To go off of Warren, Graham—you're still awkward and you're still growing, but I think you have found the best woman to grow beside. And Y/N, let me know if you ever need any help babysitting these three."

She gestured to Warren, Eddie, and Graham, raising a brow before taking a seat.

Graham looked expectantly over at his brother, who was sat at his own table with Camila, Julia, and the twins. But Billy didn't move or even acknowledge him. His eyes were focused on the bottle of champagne in front of him, untouched.

Eddie went next, staying seated as he spoke, "Graham and I have known each other since we were kids in Pittsburgh. He was right when he said he was always dreaming of settling down. A big softy, really. But watching him meet and fall in love with Y/N made me realize how important it is to find someone who's right for you."

"Graham, man, I think it goes without saying, but we're happy for you. And Y/N, it's nice to see that he's not moping around anymore wondering if you like him back. Take good care of him, Dunne."

A smile grew on your face at his words, especially when he called you "Dunne." It was official, you married into one of the most famous families in America in the 70's.

Once again, Graham eyed Billy, waiting for him to speak. But he didn't even move.

Daisy stood, looking a bit out of place in her short, flashy dress and knee high boots, her ginger hair contrasting her heavy blue eyeshadow. It completely washed her out, as did all the drugs she was doing.

"Y/N was one of my first real friends who I could come to with anything. I trust her whole heartedly. She allows me to be—She lets—I'm the free spirit I am and she lets—She supports me."

Nothing she said was coherent, but she continued, "Graham, such a sweetheart. You two—congrats. You deserve the, you deserve... Congratulations."

Silence fell upon the room as she sat down in her chair. It broke your heart to see her like that, strung up on God knows what.

Graham squeezed your hand and before you knew it, your mother had raised her glass, tapping on it before rising to her feet.

"I remember the day I brought my daughter home from the hospital. She was so small in my arms, fast asleep as I carried her inside. It's hard to believe that she's married now. I feel like you should still be in my arms, asking me to check under your bed for monsters or sing you to sleep," She sighed, "Graham, you're a lovely boy. I never thought, and still don't think, anyone deserves my girl. But out of all the men she could've found, I'm happy it was you."

You knew her words were just for show, but for a moment, you let it all feel real.

She raised a glass, "To my sweet, beautiful, smart baby girl, and Graham."

He let out a small laugh beside you, shaking his head, whispering, "Only Mrs. L/N..."

Your head rested on his shoulder as Camila stood, "Billy's feeling a little under the weather today, so I'm speaking on his behalf, if you don't mind."

Graham felt like his heart was ripped out of his chest. His own brother couldn't put his own problems aside for one day? One day that wasn't about him?

Trying to restrain his tears, Graham nodded, forcing s smile on his face.

"Graham, I remember when Billy first introduced me to you. I'd never had a brother growing up, but you gave me the chance of getting firsthand experience. You were kind and funny, and especially good at the guitar then, and you're all those things and more now."

"Being married myself, I can't tell you what an honor it is to see the two of you finally together. There will be highs and lows for the rest of your lives together, but I have no doubt you'll rise above every obstacle that comes your way."

"Graham, Y/N, I'm so incredibly happy for the two of you. Mrs. Dunne, you've got a good one there, take good care of him for us."

For the next sixty five years, that's exactly what you did.

#fanfiction #daisy jones and the six fanfic #daisy jones fanfic #daisy jones & the six #daisy jones and the six #dj&ts #djats #taylor jenkins reid #taylor reid #graham dunne x y/n #graham dunne x reader #grahamdunne #graham dunne #fanfic #fan fic

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Stuck Between a Jock and a Metalhead

Summary: Nancy, on a whim, decides to visit Steve at Scoops Ahoy, which leads to her overhearing confessions from Steve that leads her to think about the decisions she's made. A few days later, she decides to come back. She finds him being hit on by the town freak. What's a girl to do? Oh, get stuck in a freezer with the both of them.

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Nancy waited for her sister patiently at the bottom of the stairs, but she was taking longer than she should have for someone who knows now how to get dressed herself. She was just about to go up there when Holly came bounding down the stairs, her blond hair loose around her shoulders.

"I'm ready for the mall, Nancy!" Holly exclaimed. "I put on makeup just like you would."

Nancy put her hand over her mouth, trying to stifle the laughter. Holly was wearing bright blue eyeshadow that was spread across her eyelids and well over her eyebrows. It made her look permanently surprised. She had lipstick spread across her lips and around them.

"Did you look in the mirror yet, Holly?" Nancy asked.

"No, does it look bad?" Holly asked.

She couldn't help it, she burst into laughter. It caused her mother to come in from the living room.

"What is going - Oh my goodness," Karen snorted.

"Apparently, she put on makeup just like I would," Nancy giggled.

Karen picked up the polaroid from the hallway table and snapped a picture.

"Can I see, Mommy?" Holly asked, and she showed her. "Oh! I look so silly. I look like a clown."

Holly giggled and honked her nose. Nancy swooped her up in a hug and pressed a hard kiss to her cheek. Karen had snapped another picture. Nancy settled her on her hip.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up, and then I'll braid your hair," Nancy chuckled as she bounded up the stairs.

Karen dropped them off at the mall, announcing as they got out of the car that she would be running errands and that she would be back soon. Nancy scoffed as she watched her mother drive away. She knew exactly what kind of errands she would be doing. Ally told her what she saw her mother doing at the mall. . .checking out Billy like most women. Not only was it disgusting because he was an evil asshole but he was also the same age as Nancy. Honestly, his personality was too ugly for her to find him attractive. That was the difference between him and Jonathan. . .intent. It was also the fact that Jonathan actually gave a shit about his brother. Maybe that was attracted her to Jonathan in the first place. Before Nancy could venture further into her darkening thoughts, she felt a tug on her dress.

"Come on, Nancy!" Holly said.

She smiled at her sister and took her hand, deciding to enjoy the outing. Nancy and Holly went to the bookstore first, where she had to pull Holly away. She was really happy that Holly was interested in reading but she also needed to buy her shoes before lunch. The kid was outgrowing the shoes faster than she could wear them out. Of course, with the new shoes, Holly also wanted a dress to go with them. She ended up finding a purple one with flowers on it and one that's similar to hers for Nancy. They twirled in front of the mirror.

"What do you think? Should we pay for them and wear them out of the store?" Nancy asked.

"Yes!" Holly grinned.

Once they paid for them and got bags for their other clothes, they started heading towards the food court. Nancy made sure they chose a place that served chicken nuggets. While Holly loved all food, chicken nuggets were always a must with her. She was looking for a place to sit down when she spotted Eddie sitting with a couple of his friends. He spotted her, and his face brightened up at the sight of her.

"Nancy!" Eddie exclaimed, waving her over.

He had forgotten that his legs had been wrapped around the chair, and in his hurry to jump up, he stumbled to the ground. His friends burst into laughter. Nancy giggled.

"You want to meet my friend Eddie?" Nancy asked Holly.

"Yeah, he looks funny!"

Carrying their baskets and their bags, they wandered over to the table. Eddie dusted himself off and stood up. He smiled when they arrived at the table.

"Nice face plant, Eddie," Nancy said.

"I meant to do that," Eddie said.

"If your purpose was to kiss the floor," Nancy said, and his friends laughed. "Then yeah, you succeeded."

"Nancy Wheeler, these are my friends Gareth and Jeff," Eddie introduced. "They're also in Hellfire and in my band, Corroded Coffin."

"Oh. You didn't tell me you were in a band," Nancy said.

"You didn't tell her you were in a band?" Gareth asked him mockingly.

"Our band?" Jeff asked, and Eddie rolled his eyes.

"And who's this little lady?" He asked.

"My sister, Holly," Nancy introduced.

"Hi, Mr. Eddie, we got matching dresses!" Holly said.

"I see that. You guys look like a couple of pretty princesses," Eddie said.

"Who also fights dragons!" Holly exclaimed.

"Well, would a couple of princesses who fight dragons want to sit with us?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, you aren't scary," Holly said as she plopped down in the seat next to him while Nancy sat on Holly's other side.

"I'm not? Well, that's a first," Eddie said.

"You're fluffy like a teddy bear," Holly said. "Eddie! Teddy!"

"I think that name is sticking, man," Jeff said with a snicker.

"Am I scary?" Holly asked.

"Oh, yeah, very," Eddie said with a gasp and clutched his chest, causing her to giggle. "So, what else you get?"

"The Hobbit. Nancy said I would like it," Holly said. "Our bubba, Mike, won't let us use his book."

"Oh, you're going to love it," Eddie grinned. "Why won't this Mike let you use his book?"

"Mike is an asshole," Holly said seriously, and the boys struggled not to laugh.

"Holly!" Nancy exclaimed. "You shouldn't call him that!"

"What if he is being one?" Holly asked.

"Yeah, Nancy, what if he is being one?" Eddie asked, and she glared at him.

"You still shouldn't," Nancy said.

"You call him that all the time, Nancy!" Holly exclaimed.

"Eat your chicken nuggets, Holly," Nancy said, trying to hide her amusement.

"You ladies doing more shopping after this?" Eddie asked.

"No, Nancy's going to take to me Scoops Ahoy to get ice cream, and she's got a surprise for me," Holly said.

Nancy mouthed Steve’s name over Holly's head, and Eddie grinned.

"That sounds like fun," Eddie said.

"Well, look at that. . .we've got to go," Jeff said, nudging Gareth.

"Oh, yes, we just remembered we've got that thing," Gareth said.

"We were supposed to browse the new music store after lunch," Eddie frowned.

"Well, like we said, we've got that thing," Jeff grinned.

"Teddy! Do you want to come with us?" Holly asked. "Do you know Steve? He works there."

"Oh. I know Steve. I like Steve," Eddie said.

Jeff and Gareth shared a knowing look. Nancy grinned. It looked like they suspected the same thing that she did.

"I like Steve too," Holly grinned.

"Holly, who told you that Steve works there?" Nancy asked.

"Mike," she replied.

Nancy rolled her eyes. Of course, that asshole would ruin the surprise.

"You just called him that word in your head, didn't you?" Eddie grinned and winked at her.

Nancy blushed and rolled her eyes.

"Well, we've got to go," Jeff grinned. "Have fun with Eddie."

"Teddy, you mean," Gareth said as they stood up.

"Bye, Mr. Gareth! Bye, Mr. Jeff!" Holly exclaimed.

"Farewell, Princess Holly," Gareth bowed.

"Oh, fiercest warrior and slayer of dragons," Jeff bowed. "Farewell."

Holly giggled and waved at them until she couldn't see them anymore. She sat back in her seat.

"I like them," Holly said.

"Eh, they're okay," Eddie shrugged with a grin.

"I like Jeff. He's cute, but he's too old, though," Holly said.

"You hear that, Nance? He's cute, but he's old," Eddie grinned.

"Oh God," Nancy laughed.

"Kids say the darndest things," Eddie said.

Once they were finished with their food, they started walking towards Scoops Ahoy. Holly took Nancy's hand and then Eddie's.

"So, you don't get lost," Holly said.

"Smart," Eddie said. "Metalheads like me are very well known for getting lost in malls."

"I didn't know that," Holly gasped. "Nancy, we can't let him get lost."

Nancy's heart fluttered in her chest as she watched Eddie converse happily with her little sister. He was great with her, too. His grin was so wide as he talked animatedly with Holly that he was flashing his dimples. They were very cute and suited him well. Eddie noticed her staring, and he winked at her. Nancy felt her cheeks warm.

"There it is!" Holly exclaimed. "That's it, isn't it?"

"Yes, but - " Nancy started to say.

Holly slipped from their grasps and ran ahead of them. They started running after her, but she was quick to dive between people's legs.

"Jesus! This kid is fast!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Holly!" Nancy yelled.

Suddenly, they heard her scream and they were running faster than ever. They found her lying on the floor, a large stony faced man glaring down at her. Holly's bottom lip was trembling. Nancy realized that it was the delivery guy who had dropped off the ice cream. He growled at Holly, and crocodile tears started welling up in Holly's eyes.

"I'm sorry I ran into you. I didn't mean to," Holly whimpered.

"Hey! The kid said she was sorry! Do you have anything better to do than to scare the shit out of her?!" Eddie snapped, and the man was growling at him now. "Do you understand me? Fuck off, man!"

Nancy knelt down next to Holly and pulled her to her side. The man stepped into Eddie's face menacingly. There was a flash of fear in Eddie's eyes, but he stood his ground, clenched his jaw, and stared at the man right back. When the man realized he was drawing attention from other people, he snorted and walked off. Holly pulled herself out of Nancy's arms and threw her arms around Eddie's legs.

"Are you okay, Teddy?" Holly asked. "I thought he was going to hurt you."

"I'm okay, sweetheart," Eddie said and scooped her up. "Are you okay?"

"I think I scraped my elbow," Holly said.

"Well, let's get that fixed up, shall we?" Eddie said and pulled out his first aid kit. "We can use Princess Nigel. Steve gave him to me, and I named him."

They went to the nearest bench where Nancy pulled Holly into her lap. Eddie knelt in front of her and started patching up her elbow. He stuck his tongue out while he worked.

"I'm sorry for running away, I just got excited," Holly sniffed.

"Well, you scared the crap out of me and your sister, but I think you scared Nancy the most," Eddie said softly.

She didn't realize how close to crying she had been until Eddie had said something or that she was shaking.

"I'm sorry, sissy," Holly said.

"You're okay now. That's the important thing. Always hold hands, though, okay? Promise?" Nancy asked.

"Promise," Holly sniffed. "I'm sorry too, Teddy."

"It's alright. You know, I get into accidents all the time. I'm a huge klutz which is why Steve gave me this," Eddie said as he slipped it into pocket. "I gotta say, though. You're a lot braver than I would have been. I would have shit my pants."

"Then Nancy would have to change you just like she did when I was a baby," Holly giggled.

Eddie and Nancy laughed.

"You know, since you got injured in the line of duty, I think this little warrior deserves a piggyback ride," Eddie said and turned around.

Holly cheered as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. He snorted like a pig and started walking with Nancy, who was gazing at him fondly.

"Teddy! Always hold hands, remember?" Holly asked.

Eddie grinned and held out his hand towards Nancy, wiggling his fingers at her. Nancy blushed and took his hand. Somewhere along the way, their fingers slid together. When they entered the parlor, Holly immediately jumped down from Eddie's back and started running towards the counter. Steve ran out and met her halfway, scooping her up.

"There's my girl!" Steve exclaimed.

"I missed you!" Holly squealed and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"I missed you too, pumpkin," Steve said.

"I like your outfit," Holly said.

"I like yours," he replied.

"It matches Nancy's outfit," Holly stated proudly.

"I see that," Steve laughed. "But you know what it needs?"

He took off his hat and plopped it down on her head. She giggled madly.

"How do I look?" She asked.

"Better than I do in the hat," he said. "What have you been up to? Catch me up."

"Me and Teddy almost got eaten by a troll!" Holly exclaimed.

"Okay, I'm a little lost," Steve said.

Nancy watched with a smile on her face as Eddie and Holly both recounted the story in their own adorable way. She loved the way that Holly lit up with both of them. Looking at Steve with Holly, she knew without a doubt that she was still in love with Steve, but there was also something else stirring for Eddie as well. As she looked at both of them, she knew she couldn't put them through what she put Steve through, especially since she could recognize that Steve and Eddie were starting to like one another. She couldn't come between that, and she couldn't mess it up for Holly. If only there was a way for her to be with both of them. Her eyes slid to Robin's, who was now looking at her with wide eyes. It looks like she figured it out, too. Robin slowly raised her hands and gave her two thumbs up. Nancy didn't know what that was supposed to mean. She ignored it and sat down to enjoy some ice cream with the three of them, pushing aside the warm feelings of affection in her stomach.

Chapter Six

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[luminnara]

Hear me out. Billy Hargrove falling for a gal with a toddler. This has been rolling around in my head for DAYS! Am I the only one that can see him just being completely wrapped around a 2-year-old little girl's finger? Or beating the shit out of a douchebag for insulting HIS family?!

Okay hear me out.

Billy doesn’t want to be a parent. As he starts healing from the abuse he’s suffered his whole life, he can’t stomach the possibility that he’ll turn out just like his father. He doesn’t LIKE kids, either, and besides Max and the little shits who run around at the pool and make his job harder, he doesn’t have any experience with them. He barely even got to be a kid himself, after his mom left, and he really doesn’t have any desire to ever have any.

But then he meets you one day, and he’s enamored. Maybe he runs into you at the store or something, and something about you just…clicks. So, naturally, he wants to take you out on a date, and you agree. He takes you out for dinner one night and everything is going so well, he doesn’t even try to Fuck you in the back of his car so he can get the intimacy he so desperately craves and then leave it at that. No, he takes you out on a second date, and a third…and at this point, he’s head over heels.

It’s also at this point that you decide this guy might be worth keeping around. You’re cautious, ever since your ex up and left, and at first, Billy seemed like he had the potential to be the same way. But he’s sticking by you and he isn’t even trying to overstep his bounds, reminding you more of a lost puppy than a sleazy dirtbag. So, you decide that he’s a keeper, and you tell him the truth:

You’ve got a kid.

At first, his eyes go wide. He’s surprised, because you don’t SEEM like a mom. You aren’t like Karen Wheeler or Susan. You’re his age, and you’re nice and you’re fun. It scares him a little, and you both think that he’s gonna run for it—until he pauses, and he asks himself WHY he’s scared. And he realizes that it’s because of himself, and his dad. And you don’t know anything about any of that, so how could he drag you into his own shit?

“I, uh, I gotta say…I don’t think I’m exactly father material,” he says, avoiding your gaze as he anxiously chews on a toothpick.

“Why?”

“Because…”

And suddenly he’s telling you everything. You, this person he only met a few weeks ago. And you’re not running, either, because you can see that he’s scared, but he’s trying to bounce back from everything life has thrown at him—and you don’t think he’s a danger. At all. You think he can break that cycle his father got so stuck in.

So, one hot summer day, you bring your daughter with you to the community pool, so Billy can meet her without the potential awkwardness of being stuck in your house.

He spots you immediately from his perch on the lifeguard chair, and he’s shocked at the way that he isn’t afraid of the interaction that he knows is coming. For some reason, his first instinct isn’t to run, but to yell for heather to come take his spot for a minute as he climbs down to meet you.

You’ve got your daughter on your hip, your tote bag over your other shoulder. You’ve got a wide hat that’s shielding both of you from the sun, and a swimsuit that’s a little too hot and trendy for a MOM to be wearing at the COMMUNITY POOL.

(Mrs. wheeler and the other mothers are watching you with judgmental eyes. When Billy walks up to you, their jaws drop. They can’t decide if they love seeing him kiss you because suddenly he looks like a family man, or if they hate it because it’s YOU)

You can tell he’s nervous as he says hi, both to you and to your daughter. She’s fascinated by the whistle hanging around his neck. He’s fascinated by the way that he isn’t terrified of holding her when you pick out a chair to hang out in and hand her off to him for a moment. When you glance back up at the two of them, you see that your daughter is grabbing at his curls, and he’s staring at her in absolute wonder, and you know that things are gonna go well.

And they do.

You and Billy get more serious. He moves in, and keeps you as far away from his dad as possible. Max is allowed over, though, because she’s a good (ish) babysitter. And Billy discovers that he’s kind of about this whole family life thing, after all. He keeps the Camaro, of course, because he’s not about to change his style and you’re not about to ask him to because it’s what you fell in love with in the first place, and the two of you are the coolest parents on the block. Your daughter sits outside as Billy works on his car. She grows up listening to Motley Crue and The Scorpions and everything else he likes. She never has to worry about bullies, because the other kids know who her dad is and they’re not about to incur his wrath. He never ever raises so much as a finger towards either of you, because he’s learned what love is and he’s learned to be gentle…but he’ll absolutely rock somebody’s shit if they make a snide comment about your little family.

#billy hargrove imagine #Billy Hargrove x reader

[russosafehaven]

More Than I Can Carry

Pairing: Jigsaw!Billy Russo x GN!Reader

Content: Billy find himself in a bookshop, S2 isn’t canon and he still has Anvil, Billy and Frank are still friends, Bookworm!Reader

POV: Second

BR Taglist: @snowkestrel @judig92 @k-marzolf

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He didn’t know how he ended up in the bookstore. Billy had his collection back at home, all his favourites he’d saved up for when he was younger. Yet here he was wandering around the tall aisles.

His memories had yet to come back, after the incident with Rawlins the healing process took months. Frank had felt nothing but regret when he realised he couldn’t save his brother. Maybe that’s why Billy was here in the first place. To try and get a semblance of what he liked again. Of course Curtis and Frank had told him everything but it felt like an outside perspective. He wanted to know who he was now, not who he was before.

The first glimpse Billy caught of you was in the classics section, you were flicking through a rather fancy copy of Dorian Gray. When you put it back pouting he was curious. You picked out a copy of H.P Lovecraft’s works next, turning it around to look at the price before putting it back.

It was then it clicked what you were doing. Ever since Billy started Anvil price tags seemed meaningless to him. He had all the money he needed to support himself. Against better judgement Billy decided to go pick up the two books you were looking at before following you. Anything you picked up he grabbed, adding it to the pile.

As you looked through the shelves you had a feeling someone was following. The same stomach feeling you get when a teacher is stood behind you in school. Ignoring it you continued your search, trying to find a book you liked and fit your budget. It was a silly idea, thinking coming to a bookstore would leave you with reasonable prices.

As you stalked over to the YA section a copy of Shadow and Bone caught your eye. It was a collectors edition and you wanted it desperately. You had borrowed the books from your local library back when they first came out. Ever since the show had come out you’d been dying to own your own copy of all the Grishaverse books. Checking the price you placed it back, once again all the copies you liked were far too expensive.

By then you had decided to make your way to leave the bookshop. A strange who had a large pile of books in his hands had brushed past you. Rolling your eyes you continued, you’d be the same if you could afford any.

As Billy finished up paying he followed you home. It was stalkerish and almost definitely illegal but you shared similar tastes in novels, he had to help out. As you climbed the stairs to your apartment floor Billy wasn’t far behind, giving you a head start so you wouldn’t see him. When he saw you enter, he placed the bags of books he brought on the floor. Knocking on your door before taking off to the stair well.

Opening your door you look at the bags, taking them in carefully to your shared apartment. Your roommate caught eye of them and raised a brow. She knew you hadn’t brought any and they were both curious as to where they came from. Looking through them you found they were all the ones you looked at.

“Holy shit”

Your roommate, Karen, muttered. Nodding your head in agreement you were stunned. Either there was a God or you were being stalked. Karen walked off grabbing her phone, assumedly to text her boyfriend Frank. You liked him, he was a nice guy.

“Franks gonna bring Billy over and they’ll sort this out”

Around twenty minutes later Frank entered the building with a scarred man in tow who you assumed was Billy. You walked over to Frank, greeting him with a warm hug as you always did. In your hands you held his favourite mug filled with hot chocolate. As you handed it to him he spoke up.

“For your book buyer already”

Both you and Karen cocked your heads. It clicked in your roommates head first and she burst out laughing.

“Billy boy here noticed you liked the same sorta books and when he saw you put them back he felt bad. Brought everything you touched”

Heat ran up to your face as you looked at the scarred man. Even you couldn’t deny he was attractive, resembling some of your favourite fictional characters. Dorian Gray, Logan Delos, the list went on.

“You- you didn’t have to do that”

The interaction felt awkward, you didn’t know this man. Hell you’d only just let Karen and Frank two months ago after you were fired. When you got a new job at the Bulletin you were assigned to Karen. Upon finding out about your living situation she practically demanded you move in with her.

“I know but I- I’m not good at shit since this,”

He gestured to his face. The scars more like it.

“You just looked upset and I wanted to do something good”

Karen and Frank went to wrap their arms around one another. Smiling at their friends who were riddled with an odd awkwardness.

“Well then a bookshelf would be a good next gift. So I actually have somewhere for them”

Billy nodded, replying it was done. You went to say you were joking but he wouldn’t let you. The two men ended up spending the night in your apartment. Watching New Girl with the two of you, the current favourite show of the residents. Somehow you ended up in Billy’s arms, he was comfortable and seemed perfectly fine with holding you. It was a good day, interesting and borderline creepy, but good nonetheless.

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