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mourntheantagonist · 3 years

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I'm so sorry to hear that you're sick 💛 I hope things are as good as they can be for you. Take care of yourself 💛

And OH, Harringrove and the Party headcanons?

I love the idea of the Party playing D&D at Steve's (because he provides the best snacks and has a big TV they can watch later and a proper rec room and El and Max come round and go in the pool when they get bored instead of trying to drag the boys away BUT mostly because they love Steve!)

And anyway. Steve joins in sometimes, but only for causal games because he never really had the attention span for it, so mostly he and Billy just do their own thing. Cuddles on the sofa or cooking together or something like that.

Except one time.

When they're watching a movie and Billy's getting distracted by the argument the kids are having over their plan for the super important quest. And Steve wonders if he's getting upset by the raised voices (because Dustin and Mike especially have pretty heated arguments at times) but then Billy growls in annoyance and strides into the rec room.

And Steve panics, thinking he's angry at the kids for making so much noise.

But instead he sits down, calls their plan stupid, points out all the things they SHOULD do (which are all these things Will had been quietly suggesting but he'd been ignored) and basically shows a LOT of very detailed D&D knowledge.

He ends up getting totally drawn in to the game, and by the next campaign, Will's made him a whole character sheet with a lil illustration!

🍒

oh I adore this !! also thanks for sending this when I was sick 💙 I’m feeling a lot better now

also, preface: my knowledge of d&d is 🤏🏼 minuscule

they’d totally make the switch from mikes basement to steve’s house. their ever expanding party can no longer fit it the cooped up space under the wheeler house and there’s also the added benefit of being able to be loud and obnoxious and not have to worry about ted wheeler shutting it down. and steve house is just so much better for a good time. it’s like it was built for parties. the big new tv, the pool, ping pong and pool tables in the garage. they spend as much time there as possible. and yes of course, the main reason is they love steve!! steve is the only adult they can all stand to be around, despite will’s defense of jonathan, mike doesn’t see the enjoyment in spending time with his older sister’s boyfriend. just don’t remind him that steve is her ex.

steve pretends to be annoyed by it. greeting the party with a scoff whenever they show up to his house unannounced, but he truly did enjoy having them around, bringing life in the once dead and empty house.

steve typically watched them do their thing from afar, sometimes hang out with el when she didn’t feel like playing. they’d watch a new movie together that steve brought home from family video and snack on the wide variety of chips and crackers and dips that somehow were always stocked on his shelves. sure his parents weren’t home much, but they were sure to keep him well fed.

but other times, he’ll just be so intrigued in what they’re doing that he’ll join in on the fun. It’s not really his thing, however. he likes games that have a solid end and don’t go on for hours. that’s why you’ll never convince him to play monopoly. it also just requires too much focus and engagement for his liking, he prefers more mindless games. It’s sometimes still lonely for him even with his house full of teenagers, because he’s often listening to them scream from the rec room from the comfort of the couch in his living room. popcorn bowl in hand, watching back to the future for what seems to be the hundredth time.

that’s until he starts dating billy and soon there’s another frequent visitor to his house.

they tried to keep things between them on the downlow for a while. billy only coming over at night after all the kids had left to ensure no unannounced guests arrived. but the one time they decided to veer from that system was also the same time the whole party barged in through his front door and heard some... unsavory sounds coming from the top of the stairs. and there was no denying it at that point. billy’s camaro was parked out front and they’ve already scarred them for life.

it wasn’t necessarily surprising that they were all cool with it, but it was surprising when they constantly told steve he should invite billy over when they were all hanging out. he felt weird about it for a while, and so did billy. they never considered the idea they’d get to actually be with each other publicly or in the presence of others so it was a foreign idea for them. but one day billy decides to drive max directly to steve’s house instead of dropping her off at the wheeler’s. and he decides to stay, as if it wasn’t the plan all along.

it takes a couple of occasions for the two to progress from just sitting on the couch beside each other, to holding hands, to cuddling, all the way to kissing in front of the group. every time they made a little step forward in that arena it felt really good when the kids didn’t even bat an eye. except for kissing, but they would have that reaction no matter who they were. and the gagging noises it elicited made them only want to do it more.

billy never seemed to show much interest in the games from steve’s point of view, always seeming so content with just the two of them lying on the living room couch watching whatever movie he snagged that day.

but this time he looks pissed off. he’s got that same expression on his face when someone cuts him off or is going too slow in the passing lane. the kids are being a little rowdy, he’ll admit that, but it’s not more than usual. but maybe this was billy’s last straw.

when billy gets up from the couch, steve would be lying if he said he wasn’t worried for what he might do. but he was also just as scared of standing in his way because that man walked like he was on a goddamn mission.

billy gently pushes dustin out of his chair and takes a seat, earning a confused ‘what the fuck dude?’ out of him.

and he basically calls them all a bunch of idiots and tells them what they should be doing. and they all want to argue with him (except for will obviously) because billy doesn’t know anything about d&d!! except what he says makes perfect sense and they can’t argue with him if they wanted to.

and then he doesn’t leave where he’s sitting at the table. excuses it as him needing to be there to keep them from arguing. except the reason he stays is because he likes it. brings him back to the days when he was around their age playing the same game in the basement of his own friends house.

and eventually he does start joining in on future campaigns. by now he’s got his own character and everyone is always talking about how it’s great having a barbarian in the group because “steve made a terrible barbarian”. that would always come with a loud “hey!” from the other room, because they always said it loud enough to hear.

at first steve thought he’d be upset that billy started playing with the kids and not spending the time with him, but he just loved watching billy get along with everyone. it made it worth it to see billy so loose and free like that, and it wasn’t like billy didn’t make time for him afterwards...

#I love you so much for this ❤️❤️#I love love love them all getting along as one big happy family 😭😭😭#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #mandi writes tresh #headcanons #🍒

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 3 years

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My Mistake part 5

Masterlist

Thank to everyone that's been following along xx

Warnings: happy ending and smut-they are a couple now so we assume protection is sorted and doesn't need to be spoken about.

WC: 1372

Enjoy x

The taxi drove down the streets Nick knew too well, passing places that made his heart sing and a big smile pulled to his face thinking of the last time he was back taking you out for dinner and spending time with the squad. You had no idea he was coming, that he was even in Manhattan. He had managed to tie up all his lose ends 2 weeks earlier, his boss letting him head back to start in the downtown office in two weeks. He had rang Sonny and asked if he could somehow hold you back for an extra couple of hours so he could get to your guys shared apartment to surprise you when you got home.

Once you got back from LA when you were cleared from the doctors you moved in with Amanda for a month while you hunted down the perfect apartment for you and Nick to start a new life. You were lucky enough to have found a larger 3 bedroom one in a secure building. It had a very large master with ensuite, a room that was Nick’s home office and another room that you had set up with a bed for Gil or Zara when they would be over and a sofa bed in the office in the off chance both kids happened to be there at the same time.

Nick got out of the cab making his way inside to the door man showing his ID and he was given the key to the apartment. He chuckled to himself when he looked at the keyring you had put on it. Half a sliver love heart, your key having the other half. The lift rode up to the 16th floor and he got to the 2nd door on the right unlocking it swinging it open pulling his bag inside the door, taking in the beauty of the apartment, being able to see the sun as it went down through the roof to floor length windows in the living area. The beautiful white open kitchen and medium size dining table. He made his way down the hall, the walls almost covered in yours and Nick’s family photos, and also a few around with friends including the squad. Nick smiled to himself when he seen one of you and Sonny cuddling with Jesse and Billie.

Nick walked into the kid’s room with the beautiful earth tones and more photos of the kids with Nick at different stages of their lives. Nick then walked into the home office that you had set up for him and then walked into the main bed room that was surrounded by windows, a king size bed and walked to the bed side table picking up a framed photo of you and him that you had taken the night before you had left LA. He ran his fingers over the glass sitting it back down and walking into the bathroom to freshen up.

The lift dinged and you stumbled out looking for your key in your bag making your way to the door. You opened it and walked in hanging up your coat and bag, toeing off your shoes, walking into the apartment. You pulled your shirt out of your pants and undone the buttons leaving it hanging open to your navy push up bra and then slipped off your pants throwing them over the couch. You turned on the TV for back ground noise and started to make your way to the bedroom and you caught you breath when the door swung open to Nick in a black button down and black jeans,

“Nick?” you stood there looking at him up and down not quite believing that he was there.

“Hey Baby. I’ve missed you so much” You rushed towards Nick jumping up on him wrapping your arms around his neck, Nick’s around your waist “I hope you always walk around like this when you come home from work” Nick chuckled and you pulled back giggling at him.

“What are you doing here babe? A case?” you lent forward peppering his face with kisses, Nick’s hands running over your body over your shirt.

“No I’ am here to stay, I start in the downtown office in two weeks” Nick ran his hands up under your shirt, up and down your sides “I like what you did with the place” Nick smiled down at you.

“You can change things around if you don’t like them” you rested your hands on his chest “It’s your place too” you smiled up at him.

“The only place I need to worry about right now is being in you” Nick’s voice was deep and husky.

Nick pulled you towards him, his lips landing on yours for a deep all tongues kiss. You ran your hands up his chest to his hair threading them either side on his head as you backed him into the bedroom. You both pulled away from each other and you pulled his shirt out of his jeans and started to undo the buttons one by one till his shirt fell open showing his muscly chest. You reached up and pushing Nick’s shirt off him, it pooling behind him on the floor.

You ran your hands down over his soft warm skin, the feeling of his skin under your hands going straight to your core, leaning forward you left opened mouth kissed all over his chest, shoulders and neck. One of your hands running down to cup his hard length through his jeans and he groaned, his head falling back, his grip on your sides tightening. You stepped back from Nick ripping off the remaining of your cloths, Nick following your lead before he was back on you picking you up, your legs wrapping around his middle.

Nick walked to the bed sitting on the edge so you were straddling his lap and you started to roll your hips, his hard length brushing over your wet opening and you whimpered loud, your hands going to his shoulders, his resting on your neck,

“I need you Y/N” Nick grunted thrusting his hips up slightly.

Using his shoulders to keep you steady, you lifted up slightly lining himself to your opening, sliding down slowly, both your jaws going slack as you sat fully on him and you wasted no time rolling your hips down on him, Nick bucking his up into you. Nick moved both hands up cupping both your breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth sucking it pulling off with a pop and then doing the same on the other side, you moaned loud and your head dropped back. Nick kissed up your chest to your neck and he started to grunt into your neck when he felt you grip around him.

“Oh Nick” you whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders as you moved your hips moving even faster over him. Nick reached between you both rubbing your hardened pearl, “Nic-I” you groaned so loud you would be sure the next door heard you,

“That’s it Y/N” both of Nick’s hands going to your hips as you rode him through your mind blowing release, your body covered in a light sheen of sweat your arms going to warp around his neck. Nick thrusted up and with a loud roar, you felt him coming deep inside you and he fell back bringing you down with him, for you to lay down on top of him.

You lifted your hips slighting and rolled onto your back, you and Nick doth laying there breathless staring up at the ceiling. Nick resting a hand on your thigh rubbing it up and down it,

“Thank you baby”

“What for?” you turned your head and kissed his shoulder.

“For everything. For setting up the house. But mostly for giving me another chance.

“I’ am not going to lie, if you told me a few months ago we would be here I would have laughed in your face” you and Nick laughed “But I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else” you kissed his bare shoulder again.

Nick rolled onto his side, his lips landing on yours kissing you deeply,

“You’re my life, forever Y/N”

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electrictoes · 3 years

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Closer Than We Are

For @dailysvu's Amanda Rollins Week

Day 4: Cuddling Characters: Amanda Rollins, Sonny Carisi, Jesse Rollins. Guest Appearances: Olivia Benson, Kat Tamin, Billie Rollins, Noah Porter Benson Relationship: Amanda Rollins / Sonny Carisi Warnings: None

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The first time that Amanda found herself cuddled up with Sonny it was almost 4am, and they were both exhausted.

Jesse had been teething and Amanda had barely slept all week, so when Sonny had offered to come over and cook dinner she’d gratefully accepted - just the thought of someone else being in the apartment with her was enough, the fact that he was also going to provide food that didn’t come from a packet was an added bonus.

They’d had a few late nights at work that week - Sonny and Fin had born the brunt, covering for Amanda so that she could spend time with Jesse, however little rest that actually gave her - so he was tired too, but when Jesse had started screaming after dinner Sonny had told Amanda to stay where she was sitting half asleep on the couch.

She watched bleary eyed as he brought Jesse out of her bedroom and into the living room, her screams subsiding briefly as she mouthed at the knuckle of his index finger; he was holding Jesse against his chest with his left hand while she chewed on his right and Amanda watched as he paced the room with her, trying to keep her calm and soothe her back to sleep. Amanda was grateful for his help; she was doing better than she herself would've predicted at this mom thing, but having another pair of hands never hurt. Jesse eventually settled against him and he carefully carried her back to her crib before joining Amanda on the couch.

They talked a little, but mostly they sat in a companionable silence, watching sitcom reruns from opposite ends of the couch. Jesse was back up an hour later, and when Amanda eventually settled her again and came back to the living room Sonny’s eyes were closed; his head tilted back against the couch cushions. “Carisi, you don’t have to stay.”

“Nah,” he said, opening his eyes again, “It’s fine, I think you’re in for a rough night, I wanna help.”

Amanda sighed, “You don’t have to.”

“She’s my goddaughter,” he said, as though spending his Friday night listening to Jesse’s cries was part of the job description.

Amanda didn’t know how many times they had been up and down with Jesse by the time the clock ticked over to 2am, but she had begun to move past exhaustion. Sonny was back to pacing the room, Jesse drooling over his shoulder as she cried, Sonny rubbing gentle circles on her back, singing off-key lullabies. “Rollins, I’ve got her - go to bed.”

“I’m fine,” Amanda protested; he shook his head but he didn’t argue.

When Jesse drifted off against his chest, he carefully sat down on the couch again, his hand on the back of her little head as she slept fitfully; Amanda watched Jesse move with the rise and fall of his chest, and she reached out to stroke Jesse’s cheek, to rest her fingertips on her daughter’s back.

The next thing she knew, Jesse was wailing again; Amanda blinked open her eyes and found her arms had wound around Sonny as well as Jesse; he was awake too - no one in a five block radius was sleeping through Jesse’s howls - but he didn’t pull away from her; he just smiled a tired smile over the top of Jesse’s head. Amanda didn’t move away either; she didn’t have the energy.

Sonny gently shushed Jesse, whispering to her; he lifted her carefully, moving her so that she was facing Amanda, and they sat there in the dim light of the TV, Amanda’s eyes on her baby girl, one arm still slung along Sonny’s torso, her head resting on his shoulder as Jesse reached out, touching a tiny hand to Amanda’s face, her whimpers dying down as exhaustion took her again.

Dinner and bad TV had kind of become a weekly tradition - sometimes Sonny would cook for them, and some nights, when they were both worn down by a difficult week at work, they would order pizza and the three of would them flop down onto the couch, Jesse between Amanda and Sonny, and they would watch cartoons or kids' movies until Jesse dropped off, her head leaning against her godfather’s side, her feet digging into Amanda’s legs.

One of them - usually Sonny - would scoop Jesse up eventually and tuck her into bed with a kiss goodnight. The TV volume would get turned down a little lower, the cartoons switched over, and they’d watch something - anything - that they didn’t have to care about.

It was comfortable, that time with Sonny - the groove they’d gotten into over the past couple of years. Jesse had spent her whole life having weekly dinners with Uncle Sonny, and Amanda had found a friend she would never have predicted when he walked into the squad room three years ago. They laughed together - a lot - and he never judged her about the big stuff (the small stuff, sure, how many times had he bemoaned her lack of decent cookware?); she didn’t feel like she had to stand on ceremony with him; he didn’t complain about the dishes in the sink, the laundry hanging up about the place - and he told her things about himself, normal, everyday things, and she found herself opening up to him too. Not about everything, but she shared things about her past, about her family, that she had always held back from other people.

Tonight, they were tired, and if her head dropped onto his shoulder while they were talking, it didn’t mean anything more than that. He’d put a documentary on and she wasn’t even too sure what it was about - so she closed her eyes for just a second, or at least she had meant for it to be just a second.

When she woke up her head was still on his shoulder, and her arm was across his chest; he was leaning into her too, one of his hands resting just above her hip, and she was so comfortable, she felt so safe, that she just closed her eyes again, sinking back into sleep without thinking about it too much.

When they woke again hours later, still intertwined, they shared a brief, slightly awkward smile as they pulled apart. Amanda wasn’t about it admit it, but she felt better rested than she had in a long time.

Sonny wasn’t at his desk when Amanda got to work, and he was usually there before her unless they made plans to meet for coffee or breakfast beforehand. She hadn’t seen him the night before, didn’t know what his plans had been, but for some reason his absence bothered her. She sat down at her desk and kept an eye on the door waiting for him to come in - an hour passed and there was still no sign of him, so she sent him a text - just a quick “you ok?” - she glanced at her phone periodically but the message status never changed to Read. The morning was quiet - both Liv and Fin were meeting with Stone for trial prep first thing, and Amanda was working her way through a backlog of reports in between checking her phone.

Two hours after she got to work, around two hours and ten minutes after Sonny would usually have put in an appearance, Liv walked in and approached Amanda’s desk. “Carisi’s out sick today,” she said, “Can you meet Fin at Mercy? We’ve just had a call.”

Amanda frowned. “Sick? Carisi? He’s like fifty percent hand sanitiser.”

“Yeah, I think it’s the flu, he didn't sound great on the phone.”

For the rest of the day Amanda’s mind was on Sonny; she’d sent a couple more texts but he hadn’t even read them, and it was so rare for him to get sick - she wouldn’t admit it out loud, but she was worried. When she got out of work she text her nanny to say she needed to make a stop on her way home, and she drove over to Sonny’s apartment with cold medicine and Gatorade.

When Amanda knocked on Sonny’s apartment door there was no answer; she called his phone but she could hear it ringing unanswered inside the apartment, which only served to increase her worry. Eventually she pulled out her keys, scrambling to find the key he'd given her for emergencies; she knocked twice more before opening the door, calling out his name as she entered the apartment.

She didn’t visit his apartment often; could count the number of times she’d been here on one hand, in fact - she wasn’t exactly comfortable in this space like he was in hers, and she felt like an intruder as she walked down the hallway, still calling out to him. When she reached his living room she saw him. He was lying on the couch, his feet hanging off the end in a way that would be comical if he didn’t look so utterly wrecked; his eyes were glazed over, his breathing unsteady, and it took him a second to notice her.

“Rollins?” he said when he spotted her - his voice coming out croaky and weak. “Why are you…”

“I was worried,” she told him, crossing the room and putting the back of her hand to his forehead - he was burning up. “You weren’t answering my messages.”

“M’fine,” he mumbled, “Just restin’.”

“I don’t think you are fine, Dominick,” she brushed his hair back from his forehead and he let out a noise somewhere between a whimper and a moan.

“S’nice,” he said, leaning into her touch.

“Where’s your thermometer?” she asked, “I know you’ve got one.”

“Somewhere,” he says unhelpfully. She moved away and he sighed, lifting a hand to reach out to her, “Don’t go.”

“I’ll be right back.”

Amanda still felt like she was intruding as she went into the bathroom, opening his medicine cabinet and making a point of not looking too closely at the contents - she found a thermometer easily enough and headed back out to the living room. She’d been gone barely two minutes, but he smiled like it had been a decade since he last saw her.

His temperature was 103, and she told him so. He frowned. “No, m’cold,” he said, disbelief in his tone.

“I’m sure,” Amanda said soothingly. It took several attempts to coax him into sitting up, and to find out that he hadn’t taken any medication yet, and another five minutes to persuade him to swallow the cold medicine.

She sat beside him on the couch, slotting in to the space he left when he sat up, taking a sip from the bottle of Gatorade she’d handed him. He dropped back against her a moment later, leaning into her, barely able to support his own weight. She swept her hand through his hair again as his head lolled on her shoulder.

“You should go,” he murmured into her neck.

“I’m staying until the medicine kicks in,” Amanda told him him, her fingers still in his hair.

“But the girls-”

“They’re fine,”she assured him, “they’re with the sitter.”

“I’ll get you sick,” he said; he sounded so miserable there was no way she’d leave him alone right now.

“So then you can return the favour,” she countered, and he gave in, letting his eyes drop closed, one arm coming to rest across her stomach as he drifted off to sleep.

It was a choice to curl up next to him on New Year’s Eve - there was still a lot that had been left unsaid between them, and this was one of those things - that closeness; just a little too intimate to be platonic, but skirting the edges of admitting anything further. She had a blanket draped over herself, and he had one arm on the back of the couch; she fit perfectly into the crook of his arm, her hands pillowed between her head and his chest. The TV was on, but they weren’t paying too much attention to it; she was content resting against him as she listened to the stories of his Christmas celebrations with his family; he already knew how her Christmas was, had heard it all in great detail from Jesse when he had face-timed them the day after Christmas; the noise and clamour of the Carisi family in the background, but his attention solely on the Rollins girls.

They were comfortable together, her and Sonny. They had been for a while. It wasn’t something Amanda had ever had before - not like this, and they were on the precipice, resting between friendship and something more, but she embraced moments like this, where they could be in their own bubble - whatever happened between them in the future, she wanted to keep having moments like this. That had been what she was thinking about when she’d drifted off, midnight still hours away.

If the Amber alert hadn’t woken her, things might have ended a little differently, but there was no awkwardness when she did wake up burrowed into him. She moved only enough to reach her phone, reading the alert, sitting up only when she knew she’d have to go into work - to leave the warm comfort they’d found here and go out into the real world.

He looked as disappointed as she felt - and she wanted to drop back down against him, ignore the darkness of the world they lived in - but that wasn’t an option, and she knew there would be other nights like this, other nights they would fall asleep together, still not quite giving in to whatever kept compelling them back to this spot, this thin line they were living on.

Now, when they’re cuddled up together on the couch, Amanda never needs to pretend it’s anything different - it’s not because they’re tired, and it isn’t because one of them is sick, and she doesn’t have to analyse every movement of his body against hers - this is just who they are now, this is just what they do.

It’s movie night again - but not just the two of them - Amanda’s calling it ‘family night’, after weeks of late shifts and early starts, no one getting to spend much time with their children or the people they loved - Fin had declined the invitation, told them he’d had a better offer - but Liv and Kat are here. Jesse, Noah and Billie are on the floor in front of the TV; Sonny had set them up with cushions and snacks and with the amount of sugar they’ve already consumed Amanda’s sure they’re going to crash halfway through the movie.

Amanda glances over at Liv and Kat as she slips into the space Sonny has made for her on the couch, his arm coming around her as soon as she’s settled. Liv smiles in their direction, but says nothing. Kat raises an eyebrow - but it’s playful; she’s happy for them too, Amanda knows.

She can rest her head on Sonny’s chest these days, smile to herself as he presses a kiss into her hair; she can wind her arms across him freely. She’s always felt safe like this - been able to fall asleep knowing he’s right there with her - but now she can admit things she’s held back - now she can admit that she doesn’t just feel safe in his arms; it feels like coming home - whether it’s on a couch surrounded by their makeshift family, or it’s in their bed in the early hours of the morning, or his arm around her shoulder while the girls play on the swings - it’s somewhere she always wants to be.

#rollins week #rollisi #rollisi fic #my fic #this is just sentiment and feelings #sorry not sorry

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ashyblondwaves · 3 years

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HEADCANNON EXTRAVAGANZA TO BRING YOU SOME JOY

Family stuff

Vision talks to the twins while they are still in Wanda’s belly to get to know them before they are born. They aren’t as active as Florence but they still know that their daddy is there and respond in some way to his voice.

Vision always talks to his children as though they are grownups and almost never does the baby voice thing because he wants to treat them with the utmost respect. He’ll still attack them with kisses and cuddles and he’ll do the voice he does in episode three of Wandavision when he kisses Wanda’s belly. However, he’s never like, ok teeny weeny babies let’s put on our sockies and shoesies (no shame if anybody does this, I do this sometimes lol).

Wanda is super sweet on her kiddos but is not one to be fooled. Sometimes Vision can be naive but the kids have never even tried to pull a fast one on Wanda. She is a really loving mom and would never be verbally or physically abusive/ condescending/ rude but her kids know from the beginning to respect her. They also know that she will cut a bitch for them. Looking at you school bullies/ PTA moms/ homophobes.

Every week, they have family nights where everybody cuddles in the couch/ in Wanda and Vision’s bed. Because the boys are little it’s something suitable for them. When Wanda is pregnant she cries at whatever is going on in the movie and Vision holds back his laughter and puts on a supportive face. He and the boys attack (gently) her with kisses and hugs. The boys hold her face in their hands and look her right in the eyes and say “it’s ok mommy it’s just a movie don’t be sad” and give her a kiss. And she’s like “thank you mommy feels so much better now” and snuggles into Vision who rubs her belly soothingly and kisses her forehead.

When they are at the store, Wanda pushes the cart (like you said for balance) while one of the babies rides in the cart and Vision carries the other one. Billy and Wanda are singing wheels on the bus (he’s getting better with the words over time and he giggles and claps his hands). He knows not to kick his feet because his baby sister is still cooking and he doesn’t wanna hurt her. Vision is carrying Tommy in a baby bjorn and dancing with him/holding onto his hands/ singing a song from spongebob.

When they are out in public, the boys try to reach for everything and Wanda has trouble keeping up with them sometimes because she’s kind of waddle-running, so it’s Vision’s job for the most part to corral the boys. Wanda trades their cooperation for fruit snacks. By the end of a shopping trip, he’s not sure if Wanda or the boys are more tired and he knows that everybody probably needs a nap when they get home.

During Wanda’s pregnancies Vision does everything he can to make sure Wanda’s comfortable. He’s also obsessed with her so he’s always there anyway. It helps her back if she leans back against him, so they take up that position in the bath/ shower/ watching movies or TV in bed. Sometimes they just stand and away with her leaning back against him. Other times she bends over and holds onto his shoulders so she can stretch.

Wanda has fallen while adjusting to her new center of gravity during her pregnancies and Vision was terrified to leave her side after that. He wants to be there to protect her and the babies. He is worried about her falling and hurting herself or getting stuck in the tub regardless of whether or not she can use her magic to help herself.

Vision ties Wanda’s shoes during her pregnancies and when he’s getting back up he kisses her belly and her lips on the way.

Angst

Wanda has passed out from exhaustion/ dehydration when her morning sickness was especially bad. Vision was really scared when he found her laying on the bathroom/bedroom floor. Everything was ok in the end but she had to spend a couple of days in the hospital getting fluids and making sure the babies were ok. It was the most agonizing time in Vision’s life. He stayed home from missions until Wanda was well again.

Sometimes Wanda and Vision still have really bad nightmares. They get especially bad for both of them when Wanda is pregnant because things are changing and they always feel a bit helpless because they can never be 100% sure that everything is fine in the world. They take a lot of midnight showers and baths and have comfort sex to calm down. A lot of time is spent with their foreheads pressed together to ground them.

Vision has gotten kidnapped on a mission before and it took a week to get him back. He was seriously (not gravely) injured but when he woke up in a hospital bed, Wanda was asleep in a chair next to him with one hand in his and the other on her belly. When he rolled over to get a better view of her face, pain shot through him and he winced, waking Wanda up. She burst into tears and made him promise to always come back to her.

Wanda has also been kidnapped on a mission. Vision asked Pepper to watch the boys (who are a year old at this point) for a couple of days while he and the other Avengers find her. When they break into the facility where she is being held, it looks like she might be gravely injured at first. Her vitals are weak but she’s alive. When he takes her into his arms she groans but curls into him. At the hospital, she wakes up to Vision holding her hands and staring off into space. He almost looks like a broken man and when their eyes meet she can see how scared he was. They cry and kiss and revel in being together.

One time on a mission, they aren’t speaking because they’d been having an argument when they got called to headquarters. They still squeeze each other’s hands on the ride over but they are completely silent. During the fight, one of them goes down and the other is worried the last thing they said to each other was something stupid during a fight. Everyone lives and there’s some crazy hot “I thought I lost you” sex in the shower later but it was really scary.

They are both risk takers and would sacrifice themself to save others. They fight about the other one putting themself in harms way.

Wanda and Vision get very worried when the other is out on missions. When Wanda is pregnant she’s extra worried and waits at headquarters for the Quinjet to land to make sure she can see Vision step off. One time he flew separately for some reason and he saw Wanda sobbing on the landing pad and thought something was wrong with the babies. The other Avenger’s hadn’t gotten the chance to explain when Vision pulled her into his arms.

One time Wanda had to be carried off of the Quinjet and Vision staggered over to her. She gave him a pained but sly smile and teased him through her pain. Everything was ok but she needed him to stop worrying so that she could stop worrying.

Wanda’s hormones make her seriously jealous. Vision is a hot piece of ass and she’s always worrying that someone is going to try and snatch her man away. Or worse, that Vision will find someone better. She gets mad at him because she thinks the pizza delivery guy was flirting with him. He calms her and feeds her pizza and all is well.

Her jealousy has led to full fledged arguments. She demands proof of his fidelity and he is seriously hurt by the accusation and leaves the house for a couple of hours to cool off and have some time alone. She’s terrified that this will be the thing that breaks them even though he means everything to her. When he gets back, she throws herself at him and they have a long discussion about how her jealousy can get out of hand sometimes. He also takes his time explaining how in love with her he is, how there could never be anybody else for him, and makes love to her nice and slow in the shower. And then the bed. And then the bed again.

Cutesy

Wanda and Vision sing to the kiddos during bath time. Vision makes sure to sing to big bird as well when she’s cooking in Wanda’s belly.

Vision says good morning and goodnight to Wanda’s belly during her pregnancies.

In his sleep, Vision still rubs Wanda’s belly and tries to calm the baby if she’s being particularly active.

Wanda is the most adorable thing in the world to Vision. Especially when she is grumpy in the morning with bed head and waddling to the kitchen.

I hope these make you smile :)

PS: can you tell my favorite place for them to have sex is the shower???

These are fabulous and had me smiling the whole way through. Thank you for sharing them. They sound like they're pros at making shower sex super hot and I am here for it!

"Vision is a hot piece of ass" put this on my urn, please.

Ahh I loved these so so much. Again, thank you! I really am so glad to have something fun to read during these long nights of work.

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billyspotato · 4 years

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You should do a part 4 to Dad!billy. We’re they find out there pregnant (again)

Family [Part 5] - Dad!Billy Hargrove

Words: 1.228 words

Type: Fluff

Summary: (What’s written on the request)

Warning: English is not my first language. Sorry if I misspelled something.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

A/N: Gif’s not mine :)

You get home from work, letting the front door close behind you and the empty apartment comes into view. The kids are still at kindergarten and Billy is still at work, so the apartment would be yours only, for about 2 hours.

You decided to get some stuff ready for dinner and even start doing the meals for everyone to take to school/work tomorrow.

After almost an hour of cooking and stacking the boxes with the meals, you walk to the living room with a bag of popcorn on your hands while leaving everything to cool down.

You can’t help but hate the silence. Once your first born came to the world, you pleaded for a little bit of silence. Now, after another one and both being a little grown up, you just grew to despite the silence. It almost makes you feel lonely.

While looking at the TV, your mind started to trail to a whole another stuff, to your kids and husband. How cute they all looked this morning, with a bed head and half-closed eyes. Random memories such as the small mumbles the kids could pull off instead of words just couldn’t wipe the smile from your face.

Out of nowhere, you start feeling nauseous. Nausea was the only thing you could feel right as it appeared. You look over at the bag of popcorn you brought, looking for the expiration date, presuming that it would be it.

The date showed that it would only go bad in a year, making you feel even more confused.

Nausea intensifies and you run to the bathroom, emptying whatever your stomach held.

You wash your mouth and open a pack of gum before putting one in your mouth.

While you leaned back on the counter, you started to think about what could make you feel this way. Your lunch was like any other one you ate last week or the day before, you didn’t eat any new snacks or drinks during the morning.

You could always be overacting but it was no lie when you say that you’re sexually active. Even with 2 kids, you and Billy still found a way to be very active.

But it couldn’t be it, right?

You open the cabinet under the counter and pull the pregnancy tests from their hiding place. You do them and go to the kitchen to store the food, that you left to cool, on the fridge.

Once you looked up at the clock for the 10th time, the minutes you were supposed to wait are up.

You almost run to the bathroom and once you looked down at the counter, your eyes met two positive pregnancy tests.

“Fuck” you whisper to yourself.

(…)

The front door opens, and Billy walks in with a kid holding his hand and the other asleep on his chest.

“Hey” you say once you step out to the hallway, making Billy look up and smile at you.

“Hi” he says before walking to you and pecking your lips.

You pull your son off him and you walk to the kids’ bedroom. While he is on his sleeping-like-a-rock state, you change him out of his casual clothes to his pajamas. You tuck him in and walk out of the bedroom.

Billy is sitting down on the couch as his daughter cuddled up close to him after pulling herself up the high couch.

“How was work?” You ask him and you sat down as well.

“Boring” Billy admits after kissing your shoulder. “And yours?”

“Tiring”

“Guess we’re in the same boat here” he says, and you smile at him.

Your daughter got distracted quickly with the toys at the far corner of the room and you smile at her as she runs to them, pretty far from the both of you.

“I have to talk to you about something” you tell Billy as you laid your head on his shoulder.

“How many plates did you break on accident?” He asks and you roll your eyes playfully.

“None” you say, and he makes you look up at him.

“You broke them on purpose?” He jokes and you giggle at him.

“No, I didn’t break any plates” you said kissing his chin.

You pull yourself away from the couch and quickly ran to the bathroom, leaving Billy confused with what the hell is going on.

You run back in the living room, holding the two tests behind your back. You sit back down next to Billy and he looks at you confused.

“What’s going on?” He asks before taking a look at his very distracted kid.

You pull the tests from behind your back and his eyes widen with just the sight of them. You give them to him, and he reads the words ‘Pregnant’ about 20 times quickly on his mind before looking up at you again.

“Are you serious?” He asks and you nod. “Oh, my fucking god”

“Daddy! Language!” The high voice yells and you two look at your daughter, who is sitting surrounded with her toys.

Billy chuckles before saying a quick ‘sorry’ to his toddler. You look over at him and he pulls you into a hug, kissing you head, your cheeks and nose repeatedly making you laugh in his hold.

“I love you so much” he says when he pulls away.

“I love you more” you whisper before kissing his lips.

“Oh sweetheart, that is: im-po-ssi-ble” he says slowly like you were having a hard time understanding him.

(…)

Next morning, your neighbor offered to look over your kids while you two went to have the doctor’s appointment about the pregnancy.

Nothing could wipe out the smile on Billy’s face after the words “Yes, you are pregnant” left the doctor’s mouth. As the doctor left you two alone, Billy pulled you into a real kiss as his hands cupped your face. After he pulled away, he went back to kissing your face as he did the day before.

“We’re having another kid. Can you believe that?” Billy asks and you smile at him, kissing his cheek.

“I do” you tell him, “But this time, you’re the one getting up during the middle of the night to change his or her diapers.”

“That’s a deal” he says extending his hand to you.

You take it and shake it smiling at how excited and goofy he gets in these situations.

You two walk out of the hospital holding hands, Billy acting like it’s his first child all over again.

After getting home, Billy was the first one to break the news to your neighbor and she hugged you both right away while yelling ‘congratulations’.

Once your neighbor leaves, the kids are next.

You pulled your son into your lap as he scrubs his big blue eyes. Billy sits on the ground with his daughter and slowly starts explaining it to her, since the other one is too distracted with your hair.

“You’re having a little sister or brother” Billy tells her, and you laugh at her expression of shock.

“Another one?” She asks and Billy nods as he laughs with you. “Where is he?” She asks and Billy points at you.

Your daughter walks over to you and hugs your stomach as tight as she can.

And she kept doing it on daily basis for the next 9 months of this pregnancy.

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hargroves-angel · 5 years

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ah but imagine you and billy fucking in his room and poor max has to hear you screaming from her room and the next day when you babysit the party she confronts you about it in front of all the kids

October 7th - Scarred For Life

Summary - Max hears something she wish she could unhear.

Warnings - Mentions of smut, swearing, Mortified Max

A/N - Hope you like! Sorry I’m a day late x

You screamed out Billy’s name as he thrusted into you, causing your fourth orgasm to rip through your body. Billy panted as you both came down from your highs.

“That was- amazing” he chuckled in between heavy breaths.

“Y-yeah... it was perfect” Billy layed a kiss down onto your cheek and pulled out of you, throwing the condom into the bin and snuggling next to you.

“No way are you leaving my for that long ever again” he lit himself a cigarette, the smoke filling the room.

“Sorry... can’t help family vacations... my dad was wondering if you wanted to come next year? We can have our own hotel room” you winked. Billy smirked, liking the sound of that.

“Id love to angel, anyway I gotta pick that brat up from the arcade, see ya in a few... help yourself to food” he winked. “I’ll be 15 minutes” he shoved his jeans back on and combed his hair.

Stepping out of the door, he heard music? Did she leave on her crappy pop music again? Neil would go fucking mental, ‘wasting his money’ and all that.

He opened the door and went to turn it off, seeing Max laying asleep on her bed.

‘She must’ve skated home’ Billy thought, tiring off the music anyway and sneaking back into his bedroom.

“She skated home so looks like we can watch that movie now” he threw your clothes onto the side of his bed and watched you get dressed, smoothing everything back down.

Little did you know, Max wasn’t asleep, she was fucking scarred for life, hearing you and her brother going at it for the past 20 minutes! Not even her music could drown out every slap of your skin and scream of his name. Her eyes were wide open as she stared at the wall, there was no way she would be able to look either one of you in the eye again.

The worst part was that you were one of Billy’s nice girlfriends. You helped her study, braided her hair, gave her tips and tricks on where to shop, you were like a sister to her. And the fact that Billy! Billy was doing that! With you?! It grossed her out to such an extent she couldn’t even get the thought out of her mind.

Thai extended for about a week, despite car rides to and from school, she’d managed to avoid both of you. Luckily she wasn’t home much, especially when you were over. Deciding it was best to leave when you were alone.

She shuddered as she grabbed her books from her locker and bumped into Lucas.

“Woah, you good, you look like you haven’t slept in weeks” Lucas commented.

“Thanks, dick” she cursed. Lucas raised his hands up.

“Sorry, jeez what’s up with you lately?” He asked, walking with her to the car park.

“I- Umm .... oh god” she saw you and Billy at his car, he had you pressed against it as he made out with you, his hands wondering places. She gagged. “I- heard Billy and Y/N... uhhh”

“oh... OH!” Lucas let out a chuckle, shivering. “OH! They’re picking us up tonight as well... ok, just don’t mention it... I’m sure it’ll be fine. Just don’t tell Dustin or he’ll go crazy”

“Tell me what? Amigos” Dustin smirked, trying to act cool, smoothing his hair back.

“Stop trying to act like Billy, and it doesn’t matter” Max giggled at his attempt to be smooth.

“Whatever, let’s go then! I’ve been waiting to watch this film for a whole year!” Max breathed out, her eyes staying trained on the ground.

Billy was practically grinding against you by the time they reached the camaro.

Mike cleared his throat nervously.

“Get in the back and don’t, I repeat DONT! Get anything on the leather, I’m talking muddy shoes, books, even if you have to awkwardly hover, I don’t care... but if I see any marks on this car I swear to god I’ll-“

“Be very disappointed” you interjected, glaring at Billy. “Anyway let’s go”.

—————

After an awkward drive you finally arrived at the Hargroves household.

“Kids sit on the floor, ain’t enough room for all of you up here” Billy grumbled, grabbing a bag of chips and ripping them open. He gave you them to hold, sitting down on the couch, his arm resting over the back of it, you cuddled up against his side.

Max and Lucas sat uncomfortably on the rug in front of you.

The movie started and nothing happened, the only noise from behind Max was the sound of yours and Billy’s fingers digging into the chip bag and crunching.

Max felt herself relax, the awkwardness settling as she watched the film.

Then she heard some ... noises ... make our noises.

She could hear yours and Billy’s lips as they pushed together and roughly kissed eachother.

Her eyes widened, a disgusted frown apparent on her face as she kept staring at the screen, remembering the noises she’d heard earlier that week.

And then a sex scene came on TV, nothing too graphic but the noises. The damn noises, no wonder why Dustin wasn’t allowed to watch this at home. She covered her ears and stood up in front of the TV.

“Can you please, stop making out for one minute!” She growled. “It’s so gross! It’s like two wet fucking fishes slapping against eachother!” She groaned.

“Ever since last week you’ve been doing it all the time! Do you ever stop!” She yelled. Billy looked like he was gonna start shouting, meanwhile you were very confused.

“Max, what’re you talking about?” You asked, moving your face away from Billy’s.

“I’m talking about last week Y/N, when you and Billy were doing it!” She gagged at the thought again.

“And so what if we were doing it!” Billy defended.

You nudged him to shut up.

“Wait you heard us?”

“You weren’t exactly being quiet! You were screaming his name ‘BILLY!’ ‘OH BILLY’” she imitated. Lucas was about to burst into laughter.

“Did Billy hurt Y/N?” El asked innocently. Mikes eyes widened, meanwhile Dustin tried to watch the film.

“No I didn’t hurt her, I was f-“

“Helping me with my homework, but it was really hard... that’s why I was screaming, because I was just so frustrated, don’t worry about it El” you reassured her.

“Me and Mike do it all the time!” She smiled, completely unaware.

“We do not!” El looked even more confused.

“Either way! Max we apologise, we thought you were out at the arcade and then came back after, we should’ve checked before hand... but at the same time... we are adults now, and when two people love eachother very much...”

“OK! ok I get it, I’m sorry it’s just gross ok” Max calmed down sitting back onto the floor. At least you’d be a little more aware next time. But that thought of a ‘next time’ still made her gag.

“Finally” Dustin added, eyes trained on the screen. Max threw a pillow at him. “What was that for”

“Just shut up” she groaned.

Dustin smirked and shrugged his shoulders.

—————

Later that night.

El sat at the table with Hopper, eating some pasta.

“Me and Mike are gonna do it at his house tomorrow” she smiled at him, referring to her and him doing homework.

Hopper dropped his knife and fork.

“What!” He growled.

“Homework, Billy and Y/N do it all the time” she beamed.

Hopper breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’m never letting those two near you again, Jesus..” he chuckled.

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okaybutlikeimagine · 4 years

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Every year, on the anniversary of Will’s disappearance, Joyce clings.

She clings and coddles and hugs and kisses and worries and dreads and attempts to mask her utter fear with smiles that don’t reach her eyes.

It’s always a sweet attempt. It never quite works.

After that first anniversary, where the Anniversary Effect turned into a Very Real Nightmare of, once again, fighting monsters and fearing for their lives, Will hasn’t been let outside on November 6th. There’s been no ifs, ands, or buts about it. He is locked inside of the house in the nicest, kindest, gentlest way possible.

Billy doesn’t know this.

So the first November 6th that they spend as a family, in 1985 after Hop has married Joyce and they’re all living together in the same house, Billy asks Will if he wants to go out and grab some dinner so that no one has to cook. He’s just trying to bring the energy up in the house, honestly. All day people have been keeping the energy stale at best. Joyce kept Will home from school even though he doesn’t look sick. Her face is pale, along with Jonathan’s, and Hop hasn’t done much more than grunt and rub Will’s shoulder when he passes by the boy. Billy’s not sure if he even went to work. El has been attached to Will’s hip, scrunching her nose up in a smile at him whenever he makes eye contact with her.

It’s just been weird and Will has looked like a goddamn prisoner all day and really, all Billy wants to do is get Will some fresh air and bring the mood up. He can’t handle it feeling this way. He feels like he’s out of the loop over here.

Will, from his place hunched on the couch, looks over to Joyce. Billy looks too when he sees it, only to find Joyce giving a scared and nervous look accompanied by a small shake of her head.

Will sighs softly. Billy’s surprised he hears it.

“Uh… no. I shou- I can’t.”

It doesn’t make any sense to Billy.

Like, seriously doesn’t make any sense to him. The boy is 14 and barely ever steps a toe out of line. He wasn’t asking him to go party on a school night, he was just wondering if they wanted to go pick up some burgers or a pizza or even some Chinese food god something.

Billy’s eyes furrow.

“Seriously? It’ll take like 2 seconds. I mean-” Billy pauses, rephrases. He knows Will can’t stand how fast Billy drives, so he has to slow it down for him. “Really like 20 minutes. But-”

“Billy, can I talk to you?” Jonathan asks with a hand pulling on Billy’s arm before he can even respond. He’s yanked out of the room against his own accord, allowing it just out of sheer confusion and curiosity.

“What?” Billy asks pointedly to a very tired looking Jonathan. Which is saying something, because Jonathan always looks like a truck just did a number on him.

“Do you know what day it is?” He whispers conspiratorially.

Billy blinks.

“Uhhhh… yeah? Tuesday?”

Jonathan takes a heavy breath, looking away for a second.

“It’s the… It’s…”

Billy watches the boy fumble with fleeting patience.

“It’s…..? What? Some weird fucking holiday? ‘No Burgers’ day? ‘Will Can’t Go Outside’ day?”

Jonathan sighs. “I mean… sort of.”

Billy’s eyebrows furrow.

“To which one, dummy?”

Jonathan sighs again. He’s getting on Billy’s last nerve.

“It’s the anniversary of Will’s disappearance.”

Billy freezes. Looks over to the living room as if he can see Will sitting on the couch from here. He can see his little socked feet swinging around against the floor.

“Uhh… oh.”

“Yeah. 2 years ago.” Jonathan’s got his hands shoved deep in his pockets. He looks for all the world like a nervous child. Billy doesn’t know how to feel.

“And he has to stay inside… because?”

“Mom gets nervous about him going out.”

“I mean, I get it but-”

“C’mon, Billy. Don’t stir the pot.”

Billy rolls his eyes, like he doesn’t feel an immense pressure in his chest from this. From all of it. From what he can only imagine it must feel like to have that hanging over your head. Always in your mind. Always in the back corner of your thoughts whispering and feeding and gnawing like a parasite.

Remember the monsters?

Billy remembers them. Remembers the cold and the intense heat and the looming fear that never left. Never rested. Never loosened its hold.

But…

“Fine. Then I’ll just go get food for everyone by myself.” Billys says, walking out into the living room to grab his keys and go pick up a pizza.

And so every year, even after Billy and Jonathan have gone away to college, they come back for the anniversary. Joyce insists they don’t have to, even though it’s clear in her eyes and voice that she’d very much appreciate it. Jonathan insists that they do have to, and reiterates to Billy how important it is for all of them that they all come by.

“I know John-boy, you’ve told me a billion times. I’ll make it.”

“Why do you still insist on calling me John-boy?”

“Because you insist on making it fun for me.” Billy says before hanging up the phone.

And so they go to visit. They all sit around and watch reruns of TV shows. They play board games.

It’s weird. The vibe is still so off. And Billy hates to look at Will because he looks so sullen. So pale and afraid and nervous of the walls of his house. Like something’s going to break through, to crawl out, to grab for him. Joyce spends all day near Hopper. It’s the one day Billy has ever seen her smoke a cigarette. Hop still tries to keep away from them, but he joins her out on the porch anyway, if only for a little bit. He always comes back inside fairly quickly so he can keep an eye on the door or something.

But now it’s 1988 and Will is 17 and the fear and the tremors of everyone’s body is gone. Jonathan and Billy come by to visit just because it’s what they do. No one clings to each other or jumps at sounds or shivers like it’s cold in their house even under blankets.

But Will still doesn’t go outside.

And it drives Billy crazy.

So he stands in Will’s doorway, looking at the boy laying across his bed, reading some nerdy book Billy would probably enjoy if he took the time to sit down and read it.

“Hey, pipsqueak-” His eternal name for Will, no matter the fact that he’s 17 now and reaching Billy’s height. “Wanna go grab some ice cream?”

Will doesn’t even look up from his book.

“It’s cold out.” is all he says, flipping the page. His foot starts to shake absently.

Billy rolls his eyes. “Alright, smartass, wanna grab some lunch?”

“I don’t have any money.” Will lies through his fucking teeth. The kid always has money, Billy knows it.

“I’d pay for you, kid. You know that.”

“I’m not hungry.”

Billy sits in his hip, tired and irritated.

“Alright fine. Wanna take a walk.”

“Not really.”

“And why not?”

Will looks up like Billy’s stupid. Billy’s just grateful to see him look up.

“It’s cold out.”

“I’ll wrap you up in every sweater you own, come on.” Billy says in his Big Brother Voice that he’s been using for years now. He grins a bit to see it still works on the younger boy, who’s eyes widen a bit with worry and whose face flushes a tad in nervousness.

“Why?”

“Because sitting around like a fucking vegetable isn’t healthy for you, c’mon. We can grab a cookie or something at the bakery on that corner let’s just do something. No one will miss us.”

It’s true. Everyone’s off doing their own thing. Jonathan is hanging out with Nancy in his room, who accompanied him on his visit. El is with Max outside, playing around on their own skateboards (Max got El one for Christmas last year). Hop and Joyce are cuddled up on the couch, watching reruns and laughing gently. Steve came along with Billy on the trip, but he was forced into a very long afternoon with Dustin and his mother. (Forced in the kindest way, obviously. The woman loves him and he loves their little family right back. She’s always knitting him sweaters and stuff.)

“I… I dunno…” Will says timidly. Billy crosses his arms.

“C’mon, what could you possibly have to do that’s more fun than hanging out with me?”

“Lots of things.” Will says through a crack in his voice.

Billy just doesn’t believe this shit, though. He lets the pause hang in the air, making his disbelief known.

“... what, did you get a boyfriend that you didn’t tell me about?”

That does it. Will’s face is beet red in a matter of seconds, his book falling loosely in his grip because suddenly other matters are a lot more pressing.

“...! Wha- uh! Don’t say that!”

Billy cackles. “Seriously, did you?”

“Cut it out!”

“If you don’t come with me on a walk, I’m gonna have to assume that you’ve got a boy hidden somewhere in your room.”

“Billy, cut it out.”

Billy pauses, shit eating grin consuming his face.

“He’s in your closet, isn’t he?”

“Billy!”

But Billy isn’t listening and Will isn’t moving from his spot on the bed, so Billy saunters up to Will’s closet with a mention of: “If it’s that Wheeler kid I swear he’s dead meat.”

“Billy shut up!” Will whines, book slammed shut and tossed onto his bed as he moves onto his knees to get off the bed and, presumably, go after Billy.

Billy swings the closet open to find-

Lots of clothes. No boys.

“Billy. I don’t have a boy in my closet.” Will seethes, which only makes Billy cackle more.

“And how was I supposed to know that? You got a new hair cut, maybe you turned into a real casanova.” Billy reaches a hand out to muss up Will’s new hairdo. Will swipes at Billy’s hands weakly. “Okay, get your jacket, lets go.”

Will whines lowly.

“It’s cold out.” He mutters, turning around to go on a search for a jacket.

“Get your thickest jacket and let’s go.”

So in a few minutes they’re saying goodbye to everyone, who only give Will farewells with the smallest of worry in them, and they set out through the trees and towards town.

It’s quiet. The space between them is nippy, but not too cold to breathe. Billy’s eyeing Will every now and then. His shoulders are so high his neck probably aches, his eyes are shifty but always make it back to the ground.

He’s growing into a handsome boy, and is still the same sweet kid Billy’s always known. It sucks to see him be so afraid of everything. He shouldn’t have to feel afraid in a place he’s always called home. Billy knows what it’s like to be afraid of home. Will doesn’t deserve that, not even for a second. There are so many gross, shitty kids in this town that don’t have the same kind of weight on their shoulders; don’t have to be worried about the same of the kind of memories that Will has. It’s not fair.

Will’s mouth starts moving like he wants to say something, but no words come out. Billy saves him.

“We don’t have to talk about anything.” He says, tilting his head up to the sky and watching the patchy gray clouds hover. There’s some kind of relieved sound that comes from Will’s small being. “It’s just…”

Billy sighs. He lets the cloud of his breath dissipate before he speaks again.

“It’s better to do anything. Anything but sit there and think about it.”

“I wasn’t thinking about it.” Will’s voice is small. Unconvincing.

“The more you sit around, the more you’re gonna think about it.”

Will doesn’t have a response to that, so Billy looks over at him. Sees his pensive face that falls into something like acceptance. Knowing.

Billy nudges Will’s shoulder with his arm.

“Trust me, pipsqueak. I know.”

Will gives a small smile. Insists he’s not a pipsqueak anymore. Billy insists he’ll always be one.

And they walk. They head to that little bakery Billy mentioned. They talk about boys and crushes, and Will’s face is red throughout the entire conversation. They talk about Billy and Steve. They talk about what life is like outside of Hawkins and how “You’re gonna love it, kid. I swear. You’re gonna love it.”

And Billy sees it on Will’s face. Sees Will relax. Sees Will melt into himself, even just a little bit, and finally believes that the boy will be able to move past this horrible feeling. This horrible anniversary effect. Sees Will and finally believes that he’s ready to move on.

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imaginethatawriter · 5 years

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F H M and Z for Billy Russo?💕

I’m going to write this pre-season 2 because I still haven’t seen it.

F- Free Spot (I’ll give you any headcanon I come up with)

He’s always been jealous of the life that Frank managed to make for himself. Frank had a beautiful, kind and wonderful wife and two beautiful children. In Billy’s eyes he had the perfect life and Billy always assumed he could never have a life like that. He’s too hung up on his past that he can’t imagine himself settling down with someone and having a family and having a normal 9-5. So gradually there’s this resentment that builds and builds every time he spends time with the man that used to be his best friend. And he absolutely hates himself because of it. He knows that it’s completely unreasonable and a shit head thing to do to think that Frank doesn’t deserve his family. So he keeps spending time with him. And he keeps being the cool “uncle” that the kids always look up to. But every time he does he sinks further and further into this made up conflict between him and Frank. And that’s how he ends up feeling almost nothing when he finds out that Frank’s family get’s caught in the middle of a transaction gone wrong. In fact, there’s a sick part of him that feels vindicated that Frank finally understands how Billy has felt being on the outside of the family.

H- Hugs (How do they show affection/cuddle)

He only shows true affection in private places like his home or somewhere no one is going to interrupt him. He has a pretty solid mask in place as the really cool headed play boy and looking at you with pure adoration in his eyes isn’t exactly in character. So when the two of you are in public expect him to keep an arm around your shoulders or waist and the occasional peck on the cheek. The only time that he breaks his no public affection rules is when another person is blatantly flirts with you. If he’s got a point to make he will absolutely make that point. He’s going to cause such a display that everyone else in the area is turning around and covering their kids eyes.

But behind closed doors he is very different. He loves the feeling of having you in his arms, but typically only for short periods of time. He can be a very needy person so expect a lot of physical affection that can get borderline inappropriate if you let it get that far. He loves nuzzling into your neck, pressing kisses to the sensitive skin below your ear or along your shoulders. He can get lost in the domesticity of being able to kiss you whenever he wants, however many times he wants. He’s not someone who “cuddles” though. He can sleep with you in his arms lightly, but he’s not going to be all over you and he’s not going to sit around and hold you in his arms for an enormous amount of time watching TV.

M- Morning ( How do they wake up in the morning? Are they a morning person or a morning grouch?)

He is very capable of waking up early in the morning and being a functioning human being, but I think he leans more towards being a morning grouch. If he can sleep until noon he will and he will enjoy every single second of it. If he wakes up early and doesn’t have to be anywhere soon he will wander around his apartment like a zombie for a good hour at least. Often he’ll fall back into bed or onto the couch and fall back asleep again. There’s really nothing that can get him moving faster in the morning. He’s tried the whole coffee thing, and he’s tried eating breakfast. There’s just nothing he can do. If he really needs to get going in the morning and he’s feeling sluggish, sometimes he’ll go for a short run to get his blood pumping.

If you’re in bed with him and you have to get up you need to get at least an hour head start. He will grab onto you and he will not let go. You’re a second warm body in the bed and he doesn’t want to give up the extra comfort. And unfortunately for you, Billy is very strong and is unlikely to let you go unless you really put up a fight. And trust me he can be very persuasive when he wants you to stay in bed with him. Maybe you should call in sick.

Z- ZZZ’s (What are their sleeping habits? Both with and without you)

Similar to Frank he has a pretty regular sleeping schedule. He’s more scheduled when it comes to going to bed at night because he likes to sleep in, but he struggles to stay up late. He likes to sleep naked or at the most with a loose pair of pants on. If someone else is in the bed with him he keeps some article of clothing on because he feels safer that way. He’s not much of a cuddler when he sleeps. In fact, he can be pretty awful to sleep with because he sprawls out a lot. If left to his own devices he’ll spread eagle and wake up with no pillows on the bed. He may accidentally kick you or push you out of the bed and he really doesn’t feel sorry about it. If the two of you get more serious about your relationship he’ll spring for the king sized bed so the two of you can both have space.

He thrashes around so much because he’s got a lot of demons following him around. From his days in the military to his current dealings, he has a lot of stuff to think about. And while he doesn’t necessarily feel guilty about any of it, it still weighs on him. Some nights he’ll wake up five or six times at random hours because something in his dreams disturbed him. He hates being questioned about it and most of the time he’ll simply roll over and go back to sleep. It’s best to just let him be and if he wakes you up maybe reach out and hold his hand. Sometimes he’ll appreciate the gesture and other times he’ll take his hand out of your grasp and leave it at that. It’s nothing personal. Sometimes he wants comfort and sometimes he doesn’t.

The only time Billy cuddles is early in the morning when he wants you to stay in bed with him for as long as possible. In that case he turns into a koala and wraps his arms tightly around your waist, burying his face in your neck and tickling you with his beard in the process.

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tricksters-captain · 6 years

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Halloween with the stranger things older characters would include:

AN: It’s Halloween after all!

Jim Hopper:

Halloween with Jim would be more fun than you expected. You knew that Jim wasn’t a huge fan of trick or treaters but you still put a pumpkin on the porch and some cobwebs on the door. Halloween for you two meant scary movies on tv and eating a shit load of candy and sipping on cold beer as Hopper drapes his arm over your shoulders and you leant against him cuddling. He would smirk every now and then as you jumped at a scary part and toward the end of the evening when you didn’t want to leave the couch, Hopper would reluctantly get up to give the candy to the kids on your door step.

Steve Harrington:

Steve was a popular guy therefore you two were bound to end up at some halloween party where you wore a couples costume. You two would drink and dance and sing and when you grew bored of the party, you two would head either back to yours or his and collapse on the bed, laughing like school kids about the night and eventually Steve would look over at you with such adoration in his glazed/drunk eyes and tell you he loves you before you two end up in a heated kiss.

Jonathan Byers:

Well, first of all, you would help Will get his halloween costume together and take some pictures with the whole family. Joyce adored you and you both would awe over Will as Jonathan leaned against the doorway and chuckled.

Halloween was a quiet affair with Jonathan as he wasn’t the party type of guy so you’d decided on whether you wanted to watch scary movies, cuddled up on the couch or go outside and sit on the hood of his car with a large blanket and stare at the stars as you heard the sounds of children laughter and shouts from town in the distance.

Nancy Wheeler:

You and Nancy would definitely dress up in couple costumes and you two would almost certainly go out to a party and get a little tipsy and then go back to hers and dance around the room, singing halloween tunes before her Mom told you both to be quiet. After that, you’d sit on her bed just talking, holding her hand as you lie side by side and reminiscing on previous halloweens as children.

Billy Hargrove:

Billy would take you to a party to show off the fact that you both looked hot and you were very clearly his. He’d have his arm draped over your shoulders the entire time except for when he was chugging beer and the more drunk he got, the more dancey he got with you. He’d stare at you with red cheeks, a thick smirk on his lips and his head tipped back a little as he took your hand and then licked his lower lip.

At the end of the night, you’d both end up in his bed, either passed out or undressed and sweaty.

He’d place a kiss on your forehead before finally falling asleep.

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