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gg-pedro · 4 months

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can you hear the music (ch. 1) - joel miller x reader

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even here, at the end of all things, some things persisted. one thing in particular, throughout all the places you had been. music.

summary: everyone in jackson is trying to distract themselves from something. you teach ellie piano and find yourself trying to help more than one miller settle into their new world.

warnings: post outbreak!joel, jackson!era, platonic!ellie x reader, implied age gap, joel x reader, AFAB!reader, they kiss lolz, smut to come, pining, feelings.

words: 1.8k

a/n: a little sweet, a little bitter, a little self indulgent. I'm planning on this being a series! I hope you enjoy. warning tags only apply to this chapter.

Two knocks. Three. More knocking, hushed squabbling from outside your door. You got up from your seat at the kitchen table, a piling mess of sheet music and scribbled notes.

Opening the door revealed your newest student, Ellie, looking very much like Joel was leading her to the gallows with that scowl on her face.

“Can we just get this over with? I’m fucking hungry.” Ellie pushed past you, shrugging off her coat and kicking off her boots.

“I’m sorry… ‘bout her. She likes doin’ this, I swear. Always comes back talking about it. Just give her some time to warm up to you.”

Joel had this particular look on his face whenever he talked about that little girl. His dark eyes would soften and he’d push a hand through his graying hair, his thoughts seeming like they were somewhere else entirely from his surroundings. The most he ever said to you was about Ellie. Everything you knew about Joel was from Ellie, naturally.

He was from Texas. He was fairly older than you– you didn’t have much experience from when it was before the end of the fucking world. He sounded tightly wound. He could play the guitar, and he’d taught Ellie a few things. Once, she’d said that he only liked piano music if Billy Joel was playing it, whoever that was. That made you laugh.

You gave him a thin smile, crossing your arms over your chest to ward off the draft that was blowing through the open door. “I know. She’s a great kid, I can tell she wants to learn. I think it helps her– you know, keeping busy.”

Joel met your eyes for the first time since the conversation had started, something painful and poignant seeping into his expression.

“Yeah. I think so.” He was quiet for a few seconds before looking straight over you to grab Ellie’s attention. “I’ll be back in an hour. I’m down the street helpin’ Tommy with that old building. Be good,” he warned, before giving you a grateful nod and turning back.

And that was your routine. Joel was usually short with you, a little quiet, a little shy. You thought he was a sweet man– and a painfully attractive one at that. All southern and rough, broad shouldered, puppy-dog eyed. He seemed like he would do anything to keep that girl safe. You were glad the community had someone like him.

You had started teaching Ellie a few weeks after they had settled into Jackson. It was mostly because of Maria’s recommendation, who you were fairly close with. Ellie had hated taking lessons from you more vehemently in the beginning, but the more you worked at it, the more comfortable you saw her get.

“Come on, kid. This is good for your brain,” you would say, beckoning her to sit next to you on the piano bench.

She scoffed, but yet she obliged. “This is dumb. I could be doing something useful. Like shooting guns.”

“Art is as important, Ellie. More important than shooting guns. For you, anyway."

Her fingers tapped gingerly on the keys and she played a scale they had learned the week before. “How would you know? You aren’t even old,” she countered. “How long have you been playing?”

You glanced over at the clock. You two were wasting time, but at least she was talking. “My whole life, give or take. I tried to hold onto it whenever I could. It was my favorite thing in the entire world.”

She nodded, seeming to understand. “That’s cool. I get why Joel likes you.”

You didn’t think Joel was someone who particularly liked you. He didn’t dislike you, clearly, but if he had given any hints, they had been falling on deaf ears. You tried your best to keep your expression neutral. “And why’s that?”

She giggled to herself as she flipped through the pages of her sheet music booklet. “‘Cause you’re both fucking weird.”

You laughed too, punching her gently in the arm. “Fair. Now stop stalling and play me whatever you remember.”

Life was special nowadays. More precious than it ever had been. You would have to cherish moments like these. Loss was all around, and loving always risked the hurt. You were really, really fucking tired of hurting.

Walking back to your home, trudging through the snow, you were tired. Working in Jackson’s small clinic was easy enough, but it was draining. You saw to children mainly, bandaging up wounds and dosing out rations of antibiotics when needed. The kids liked you, the parents liked you, and that was rewarding, but plastering on a smile and a light-hearted tone all day sometimes felt like too fucking much.

So naturally, you were ready to pick a fight when you felt a broad hand consume your shoulder.

You turned around to match the disembodied hand to a face, only to see Joel Miller. He looked tired, more tired than you, and a little sad.

“Sorry, I wasn’t tryin’ to scare you. I saw you, and I…” He paused, looking down at the two sets of footprints that had outlined both of your paths. “Ellie isn’t feeling well. I think it’s best she skips y’alls lesson tomorrow.”

She released the breath she'd been holding. For some reason, he had the tendency to precede the things he said as if he was about to tell you that the world was ending. Again.

“That’s fine, don’t worry about it. Is she alright?”

“Yeah, she’s alright. This whole things a big fuckin’ adjustment, and I… I worry she’ll push herself too much if nobody stops her,” he explained. “She’s been with Maria all day. But yeah, she’ll be okay.”

Ah. He was worried about her. It seemed like he was always worrying about her. “I understand. Can’t imagine what it must be like for her. And you.”

She’ll push herself if nobody stops her. Who stopped Joel? Who looked out for him? His brother, surely, but was it like that? Did those two, hardened and stretched thin, have the time to be concerned about things like that? How long had he just been… going?

You reached a hand out to touch his upper arm, rubbing it a little before pulling away. “You’re a good man, Joel. I really think that, and I hope you know it.”

He laughed a little at that. “I haven't done any good, trust me on that.”

You dropped your gaze and looked away. You knew that everyone here, without a shadow of a doubt, had done things they weren’t proud of. Things they never would’ve done if not at the end of the world.

You were maybe 20 steps from your front door, standing out in the Wyoming cold with him. You tried to meet his eyes before speaking again, but he wouldn’t face you.

“Come in. Please, I insist. Warm up, I just traded for coffee.”

He looked like he was fighting with himself for a few seconds, raising his head and looking off to the side. “Yeah, alright. Why not.”

Joel Miller was sitting in your living room, sipping from a mug so carefully that you’d think he was afraid he’d break it. The fire was lit and casting warm shadows across the dim room. It was endearing. You hadn’t felt like this in a lifetime.

“I couldn’t do it. What you do. Dealing with all those kids,” he said after a long lapse of quiet.

You shrugged, sipping on your own cup. “I love it. I never thought I’d have the chance to play music again, much less teach. It’s not perfect, but it's something,” you said. “Ellie tells me you play guitar.”

Joel rolled his eyes and finally sunk back into his chair instead of hunching over. He groaned a little as he did it, as if he stored all of his tension in his back. “Yeah, used to. I ain’t good at it anymore.”

“But you used to be?” You pried.

He finally looked at you, his eyes infinitely more dark in this light. “Maybe. Don’t think I’d be able to forget how to play even if I tried, so might as well put it to some use.”

You smiled. “I know. Funny how things stick with you. Muscle memory.”

He nodded. “Somethin’ like that.”

And it was true. There were lots of things neither of you would forget how to do, no matter how much time had lapsed in between the before and the now. And sure, most of what you had learned happened after the world had ended, but that was irrelevant. The most important things had always been there. You’d known how to love for your entire life.

His eyes wandered over to the old upright piano situated on the wall in the living room. “Is she any good on that thing?” He asked.

You thought about Ellie, who would curse everytime she slipped on a scale, who would argue fervently about how that squiggly shit on the sheet music could possibly mean anything, who learned faster than any of your other kids.

“She is. She’s impressive. She picked up Old McDonald Had a Farm like that.” You grinned, snapping your fingers for effect.

He smiled thinly, his mind clearly somewhere else. “Explains why she won’t stop humming that shit. Thanks for that, by the way.”

“My pleasure, Joel.” You laughed. “You finished with that?” You gestured to his empty mug.

“Yeah. Hey, I’ll help you.”

You were elbow to elbow with each other at the sink, cleaning out the liquid and the scattered coffee grounds from the bottoms of your respective cups. Joel took yours and placed it on the drying rack, wiping his hands off with the towel you passed to him.

You leaned back against the island as he turned his back to the sink. He was so tall, so rugged, so handsome. His age only added to it. He had a softness around his eyes now, his features slightly obscured by the absence of much light.

“Should probably take off… Thank you. For the drink,” Joel began.

“Don’t thank me, I’d do it anytime. Tell Ellie that I hope she’s feeling better soon.”

He nodded, and he swallowed. He wasn’t making any moves to leave, save for his eyes on the door. They flicked back to you, watching you, scanning you up and down until he finally said,

“You’re gonna kill me, sweetheart, lookin’ at me like that.”

You weren’t really sure of how it all happened, but in an instant your bodies were pressed together with your lower back digging into the dull edge of the island counter, Joel’s lips pressed to yours like he was seeking oxygen.

His free hand felt up your body, and your skin was on fire. A match thrown onto a pool of gasoline. Everything was electric. He kissed you like he’d learned it in another life, back when love was free, when forever was a tangible thing, when strings weren’t attached. You felt it all on your lips and tongue, in the bonfire that was being fanned in your abdomen.

When he stepped back, you pulled him in for more. The opposite reaction to the Earth pulling down on you is you pulling the Earth back up. You tangled your hands in his soft hair, and his dug into the fabric of your jeans on your hips.

You both came up for air after a while, having migrated to the entrance of the kitchen. He had you backed up against the beam of the open doorway, tucking both sides of your hair behind you ear to see your face.

"Shouldn't be doing this," he mumbled, nipping at the warm skin on your neck.

"Maybe not," you conceded. I didn't mean you couldn't want it– what he could give you. You'd all done wrong things. "You could still stay."

"Yeah," he responded, pressing his body against yours and sweeping a hand over to cradle your lower back. "Still could."

Maybe it wasn't a lie. Maybe that glassy, far off look wouldn't be permanent. It could be like this. You could have a reason.

And yeah, maybe Joel knew more than he let on. Some things never really left him.

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bigenargy · 1 year

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What If Twilight had a normal protag?

A/n: I also posted this on wattpad

Overview: In which y/n take on the role of Bella Swan but she doesn't act like a bloody egit.

Warnings: None, hinted Bella slander, I don't think gender is specified..maybe one sentence that readers to the reader as a girl? I spelt Jacob's name wrong on purpose

You'd never given much thought as to how you’d die, but dying in the place of someone you loved always seemed like the dumbest way to go.

Cause what do you look like taking an L as big as that for some raggedy mofo who you’re not sure would do the same for you? Even so, you don’t regret your decision to leave home. Sure, you’d miss Phoenix and your loving, erratic, and sometimes overbearing mother but she and her husband wanna travel; it’s been a while since you’ve spent time with your dad. You’ve been spending two weeks with him every summer since your parents divorced so moving in with him won’t be that big of an adjustment.

Your dad, Charlie, is the chief of police. He picked you up in a police car which was strange for you since you used to shout ACAB at them whenever they’d drive by. The drive was mostly pleasant with brief periods of comfortable silence between conversations. You enthusiastically filled your dad in on your life and he quietly listened, only speaking to ask a few questions or to let you know he was listening.

“Your hair’s longer.” He spoke.

“I cut it since the last time I saw you though”

“Oh. Guess it grew out again.” He said awkwardly

You could tell how embarrassed he was, so you started rambling about all the unique styles and colors you wanted your hair to be and how your mom never allowed you to do them.

The two of you pulled up the driveway and made your way into the house.

“I cleared off some shelves for you,” Your Dad said.

“Oh, thanks dad,” you replied with a small smile.

See, if you were whiny and ungrateful, you’d complain that there is one bathroom, but you had redeeming qualities, so you didn’t.

You stepped into your bedroom that looked just the way you left it last summer. It resembled your room at your mom’s with a few different details.

Your dad made his way downstairs and shortly after you heard a honk. You peered out your window and saw some familiar faces, so you made your way downstairs to say hi.

Your dad re-introduced you to Billy Black and Jackob then went ahead to fake a fight with Mr. Black, leaving you to get re-acquainted with Jacob. You couldn’t help but smile for the brief time the two of you talked. He was literally so cute.

Your dad made his way over to you and Jacob and asked what you thought about the old trick he was leaning against.

“This is mine!?” you asked with the most realistic smile you could muster. In truth, the truck was the ugliest fucking thing you’d ever seen. It looked older than you and the color was atrocious.

“I totally rebuilt the engine for you,” Jacob said as you ran your hands over it and lied about how perfect it was.

“I told you she’d love it! I’m down with the cool kids brah.” You heard Mr. Black say.

‘Be so fucking for real’ you thought to yourself as you entered the truck.

Jackob showed you the little tricks needed to get it started and you offered him a ride to school. Pulling up in this old piece of metal alone seems like the most embarrassing first day ever.

“Oh. I go to school on the reservation.”

You just smiled and slightly nodded in response. You’re actually going to drive to school in this old thing by yourself.

You quickly ran inside to shower and change since you just sat through a four-hour flight; then you made your way to school.

You can picture this outfit if you want.

As you parked your tired excuse of a car you noticed all the kids giggling and pointing at it.

“Nice ride.” Some kid said.

“Thanks.” You replied while side-eying him and making your way to the school building.

“Hi! You must be the new girl, y/n l/n. I’m Eric. The eyes and ears of this place. Anything you need? Tour guide, lunch date, shoulder to cry on?"

“Oh, uh hi, yeah. I’ll take you up on the tour guide offer. I’m not tryna look like a goofy ass Freshman.”

“Totally, totally. And the lunch date bit?”

“I don’t know about the date part but if you don’t mind, I'd like to sit with you at lunch. Sitting by myself is just gonna be too depressing.”

“Hey, I'll take what I can get.” He said, with an ear-to-ear smile that made his slanted eyes look closed. “I can see it now, ‘Woman with a Plan: New Girl’ that’s gonna be a sick title.

“Title for what?”

“Your feature. You’re front page, baby.”

“Mm, I don’t know about that. I mean I literally just walked through the doors.”

“Okay, cool, no feature.”

Gym sucked. You didn’t have Eric with you, and you hit some kid named Mike in the head with a ball which summoned a passive-aggressive girl named Jessica who obviously had a thing for Mike.

A/N: this is a silly goofy idea that came to mind. If it's received well I'll write more so please like and comment to lmk if I should keep writing

#edward cullen x reader #jacob black x reader #twilight x reader #twilight x y/n #bella swan #idk lmao #it's

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pepsiluvr0209 · 3 months

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Ilomilo (Cinderella)

WARNINGS: Angst, Kidnapping, Death if you squint, Slight age regression if you squint real hard

Disclaimer: I understand the whole issue with romanticising mental health. As someone who does struggle with mental health, if you find subjects like this uncomfortable, then simply scroll by, a lighter Chris fic is on the way.

This is not to do with justifying any abusive actions, and if anyone treats you or someone you know that way, please tell somebody you trust and get yourself or anybody else out of the harmful relationship. This is simply a fanfiction, nothing else, but if you do find yourself uncomfortable then by all means stop reading.

(THIS IS AN AU FIC, NOTHING MATT WOULD DO OBV)

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

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"Told you not to worry,

but maybe that's a lie"

“You can’t keep doing this Matt!”

“Doing what, darling?” He looks at you with a malicious smirk, head tilting, showcasing his defined jawline and contrasted silver chain.

“When am I going to be allowed out of this house without you constantly behind me? Like a- Like a shadow. When can I call my family huh?”

“Oh darling, we’ve talked about this.” Matt coos, gently holding your cheek in the palms of his cold hands. His shiny rings cool to your heated skin, making you wince in his hold. “Remember,” And he tilts your head up so he can stare into your glossy eyes. “You can leave whenever you want.” And he let’s go. “But you will regret it darling. Trust me.”

“Matt.” You whimper.

“No baby. You’re mine. Remember angel? Mine.” And he holds your shaking frame to his chest, your cheek bathing in the scent of his musky cologne.

The tears you shed left wisps of a broken romance, thread together by the bounds of Matt’s love. Of his obsessive, manipulating love.

Pools of regret flow onto his black t-shirt as he holds you close. You needed to run.

"Honey, what's the hurry?

Won't you stay inside?"

“Hey love, I’m just going to head out to the store.” Matt speaks, as he places a cap on his soft head of hair.

“Okay.” You whisper.

He smiles and kisses your forehead, his voice barely audible as he murmurs, “Don’t even think about leaving me.”

Sending waves of goosebumps along your skin, he smiles at you and caresses your cheek lovingly before you hear the door slam.

You let go a terrified breath you didn’t even realise you were holding and raced to gather your stuff. It was now or never.

Shoving things into a random bag, you run downstairs and look around before racing towards the front door. Just as you were about to make your exit, you hear a menacing voice.

“I knew you would run sweetheart.”

You’ve never heard a voice so cold. A voice so sharp it sent blades hurling towards your heart, piercing your skin and bruising your muscle. A frightened sob escapes your lips as you turn around and see your boyfriend standing down the hallway. The lighting cloaking half of his figure in a dark cloud.

“I’m sorry.” You cry.

“Step away from the door.” He says in a scarily sweet tone. “And I promise it’s all going to be okay.” You see him twisting around an object in his right palm, fingers nimbly twirling the blade making your blood run dry.

“Y/n.” Matt growls warningly. He starts leering towards where your body is standing and you gasp in fear, turning towards the door, dashing towards the exit and potentially your freedom.

You slam the front door shut and just run. You knew damn well Matt wasn’t stupid. He knew where you were going to go, but without a car there’s not really any other place else.

It should’ve been more obvious to you. The over-protectiveness, the threats, hell even moving to a town with barely anything in it.

Walking red flags zoomed by your day to day life and you just ignored it as if it was the clouds painting the sky, or the maliciousness dripping off your lover's smile.

Frantically, you banged on the door, sobbing for someone to let you in, having no idea if the man you once loved was hot on your tail. Finally it opened, and you threw yourself inside, ignoring Nate’s confused inquiries.

“Hey, hey what’s wrong?” He grabbed your forearms and levelled towards your collapsing figure.

“It’s M-Matt.” You choked. “He’s gonna be here soon. Hide.”

Loud and bone-shivering knocks, banged through the whole house, shaking each of your nerves and polished floorboards. You whimper and hurtled yourself up Nate’s stairs looking for a place to hide. Grabbing a throw blanket off some bed you launch for the closet and cover yourself up, hyperventilating in the enclosed space.

Nate had no clue what was going on, but he knew that his best mate was a bit of a protective character, so maybe there was a fight or something. He thought back to how distressed you looked and decided against opening the door, but when the loud, angry knocks resumed, he knew better than to leave Matt enraged.

As soon as the innocent friend opened the door he was effortlessly clocked in the head, by a man with a tattooed arm. Matt. He stepped over his old friend’s body, his slow footsteps echoing throughout the semi-vacant house. “Oh angel,” He starts.

Your body goes rigid as you lightly hear his voice echoing through the walls. “You never fucking listen!” Matt’s voice grew at the last three syllables, earning muffled sobs from your hiding place in the closet. “And look at where that got you.” His tone turned sickly sweet, gently walking up the carpeted steps, ready to catch what is rightfully his.

“Oh darling, we’re gonna have so much fun. And I’ll make sure you never run from me. Ever. Again.” You can make out the door to the room across from yours creaking, signifying that Matt is getting closer and closer to sealing your doom. The closet is one where it is built by shutters, meaning if you squint through the blanket you can see your boyfriend's black jeans carefully entering the room adjacent to yours, through the slits in the closet door. You throw the blanket more over yourself, curling yourself against the floor to try and make yourself a less visible lump.

“Sweetheart.” He taunts. “Don’t play these games with me baby. Come back to me.” The door to the guest room squeaks as he pushes it more open, and you hold your breath, silent tears of terror roll down your flushed cheeks. You can hear his soft footsteps get closer and closer, until they stop. You hear ruffling and then a voice right next to your ear.

“I wish it didn’t have to happen this way.”

The closet door flings open, and before you even have time to scream, his arms are already holding the blanket, you previously had on yourself, against your face, limiting your ability to breath. You claw at his strong hands, trying to wriggle out of his secure grasp, but it was too much. You can slowly feel yourself slipping away.

"The world's a little blurry, or maybe it's my eyes

The friends I've had to bury, they keep me up at night."

“Hi baby.” You can feel a hand graze your cold forehead, pushing stray hairs away from your face, so it frames your tired expression. Slowly blinking your eyes open, you realise you’re back here in you and Matt’s shared room. “My throat.” You can barely get out. “Oh, here.” And your boyfriend holds up a glass of water towards you, soft blue eyes gazing at your hunched figure expectantly. You reach to grab the fragile glass when you realise, you can’t. “What did you do?” You rasp, straining your wrists against the cold, sharp metal. You can feel the claustrophobic circles digging deeper and deeper into your skin as you restraint against them. “Shhh, nothing darling.” And he brings the cup to your lips. “Hold still.” He growls, his free hand firmly holding your jaw as he brings his steady hand to your trembling lips. Gently, Matt pours the water down your throat, some of the liquid tumbling from your mouth down to your shirt. “Here.” Matt whispers, as he tugs the sleeve of his hoodie, and wipes the water dribbling down your mouth, along with salty, stray tears that lingered on your face.

“Why?” You tremor. And Matt just sits across from you, admiring all of you, now that he has you to himself and you can’t leave. Ever. “Look at how pretty you look.” He cooes. “Matt.” You almost sob, awaiting his reply as to why he could be this cruel. “Oh angel, I know.” And he wraps his arms around your head, scooching himself so your back is pressed against his stomach, cradling you on his lap. “Do you want anything? Food? Cuddles?” “Home.” You choke out. “I want to go home.” Half of your face is pressed into Matt’s warm hoodie, but he still heard your wobbly sentence and it made his expression drop, turning into stone. “Darling,” He seeths. “You are home.” “Home.” You cry again, tears getting stuck in your throat causing you to cough erratically, gasping for breath. Matt sighs irritatingly and gently holds your sputtering figure by the waist, moving you off his lap. He gets up and just looks down at you. “Pathetic.” Matt then crouches down so you can look at him, pale face, red cheeks drenched in tears. “You might not love me baby, but you better learn to because nobody loves you more than me okay?” All you can do is nod at him, which leaves Matt with a satisfied smile on his face, and with that he exits the room.

"Try not to upset you, let you rescue me,

The day I met you, I just wanted to protect you."

Once Matt can’t hear your strangled cries, he figures now is an appropriate time to at least uncuff you, and see how you react. He’s been planning this for a while, his protective acts not going unnoticed by you, made him scared that you would leave him for someone who isn’t as batshit crazy as he is, but he can’t help it. He loves you.

“Sweetheart.” You hear the several locks on the door click, only to reveal the one person you're most afraid of at this moment. Your knees go up to your chest as you peek at him through thin strands of your hair. Matt crouches in front of you, placing his large, ringed hands on your knees, staring back at you with a small frown on his face. “I’m going to uncuff you.” Instant thoughts start racing through your head and just like he can see the gears turning in your skull, his expression turns serious and forcefully lifts your head up so you can make direct eye contact with him.

“Remember what we talked about love.” After a slight pause, he brings his right hand to his back pocket revealing a small silver key. Almost as if he was teasing you, he brings the item to the hole of your cuffs letting it linger there for a minute. All that could be heard was your heavy breaths, anticipating your release. With a sigh he clicks in the key, freeing your right hand then your left.

Flexing your wrists, Matt stands back, awaiting your decision. Stupidly, you eye the door and just hope God is on your side as you sprint towards the metal knob, sweaty palms twisting the rounded object with no avail. A broken sob leaves your wrists as you turn to Matt, pleading with him to let you go. Matt watches you and almost feels sorry for you, witnessing your distressed expressions and tired frame. But sickening enough, that sympathy is overrun by a heavy tank fuelled with pride. Seeing you like this almost gives him a sense of twisted joy, your tears fuelling his madness.

“You didn’t think I would make it that easy bug?” He pouts, arms coming behind you to hug your shaking figure. “No.” You sob. “If I let you go, you gonna leave?” “N-No.” “Good girl.” He whispers and lets go of carefully, leaving you alone by the door as he walks back towards the bed. “No.” You cry again and quickly pad over to him, making yourself home in his open arms. “There we go.” Matt gently praises, his hands holding you up to rest against his warm skin. Cologne filling your senses as you snuggle into his shirt, silently hating yourself for finding comfort in the man who scared you, but coincidently loving the way he held you close, and whispered love filled praises into your ears, kissing your forehead with utmost care.

"B-B-B-B-Breathe."

“Matt.” “Mmm, my love?” He mumbles, nudging his head with yours to show you that you’ve got his undivided attention. “Can we… Can we get food?” He looks at you, studying your tired features before softly sighing and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “Of course angel, there’s food downstairs.” He taps the side of your thigh as preparation for him to stand up, arms cradling you as he presses you close to his chest. Matt carried you downstairs, footsteps pressing against the plush carpet. “Here.” He mumbles, resting you on a kitchen stool, before he takes out takeaway thai from the fridge. Matt instantly picks up on your fidgety behaviour and he can see the thoughts in your eyes rushing miles a minute. “All of the doors are bolted shut my love, so don’t even try.” He speaks nonchalantly sifting through the plastic containers of pad thai and spring rolls. His statement makes you freeze up and slightly whimper. Even though you weren’t doing anything, the fact that you couldn’t leave, stripped you away of the stability you were feeling a mere 15 minutes ago.

Matt sighs, as he places 2 plates chock full of thai in the microwave, shutting the door and turning to face you. “Look, I didn’t want it to end up this way.” There’s a pause through his sentence as he walks towards you and tilts up your jaw so you're looking right at his face. “There are a lot of bad people out there baby- God knows how many people would even think twice to snatch you away or-or” “Kidnap me? Hold me hostage?” You hoarsely whisper and he clenches his jaw, hand still resting comfortably on the warm skin of your cheek. The microwave beeps.

“I’m just protecting you darling. Soon, you’ll learn to love me. But for now, this will have to do. Your mine. Correct, darling?”

You just nod your head in conformation. “Yours.”

"And I don't want to be lonely,

Was hoping you'd come home.

Even if it's just a lie."

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sorry for the long break I missed youuuu

PLEASE LEAVE REQUESTS I GOT SM FREE TIME RN

I love u and remember your better than whatever Matt was playing at in this fic smh

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c1garettesduringsex · 5 months

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𝘚𝘔𝘖𝘒𝘌 𝘚𝘐𝘎𝘕𝘈𝘓𝘚 | 𝘙.𝘓

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘴 𝘓𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘯 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖱𝖾𝗆𝗎𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗈𝗇, 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋. (𝖣𝗋𝗎𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗎?)

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨: 18+ Drug mentions, Remus and reader sell and do drugs, weed, mentions of death, smoking, flirting? Tattoos, readers silly billy.

A/N: Remus lupin is hot.

The Pub was full of people, laughing, drinking. Remus and his friends were celebrating the pregnancy of Lily Evans and James potter.

but everything seemed to be in slow motion, all his friends were married, had a Partner, or pregnant. but not Remus. no, he didn’t have anything of the sort. so instead Remus went out to get some fresh air…when he found you.

in the alleyway of the bar.

you looked like some sort of god from the heavens. hair loosely resting on your shoulder, outfit that hugged in all the right ways. the smoke exhaling out of your mouth, blowing in his direction. it didn’t smell like a normal cigarette, no it was weed you were smoking.

you didn’t see him yet. too busy looking at your arm?

“Hey…” You said, now looking his way. “Hey, Dove” Against his own judgment he walked closer to you. now standing side by side, picking the joint out of your mouth. you wave it in his direction.

“What if i was a cop? or a narc?” he grinned, taking the joint. and sucking it until it lit up red with fire. you only rolled your eyes, mirroring his smirk. “I know who you are, Some of my friends buy from you.” your friends? why didn’t they buy from you then?…

“I…i have a rule with selling to friends and family,” he understood, probably more than you’d ever know.

“Yeah, i understand that rule.” The night was silent as he watched you crouched down, balanced on your knees. “Celebrating?” You smirk, standing tall. “Something like that…my best-friends are having a baby.” Just thinking about it brought a smile to his face.

“congratulations on them.” Smirking, you look at your arm again. “What’s with the glances are your arm?” He questions, stepping on the fished joint. “Nothing really, visualizing my next tattoo” tattoo?

“Any ideas?” Remus ponders, slipping up his sleeves. Revealing his own tattoos littering on his forearms. “Maybe…a wolf? I quite like the folklore behind them.” You trace the part of your arm where the ink would be. “they have folklore? You mean symbolic?” He would tell you why his friends call him moony, as his spirit animal is definitely a werewolf.

he doesn’t want to ruin the vibe you both so clearly have going on.

“they symbolize the struggle between good and evil, werewolves are technically anti-hero’s…so” you shrug, tucking your hands into your chest. “Hm I’m sure if they were real they would be”

“they actually are real…I am one, but don’t tell anyone or else” you jokingly threaten, bringing your lip to your lips in a ‘shhh’ manner.

“As long as you don’t tell anyone I am” Remus plays along, staring off into the distance. “Almost a full moon, better get going..” your red lips move into a soft smile while you talk.

“See you whenever your here next..” you wave goodbye, heading back inside to presumably go home. And Remus can’t help but imagine what your tattoo will exactly look like.

he wonders if maybe the full moon carries good luck.

Days go by, Remus shows up everyday to see if you appear. But alas you don’t, not for four long painful days, and boy was it worth the wait.

your black dress clings to your figure, hair loosely around your shoulders. As you tip the drink into your mouth, he notices the cling wrap on your left arm. It also doesn’t take long for you to spot him.

“Remus, hey!” Remus only tilts his head up for a second then goes back to your arm. In red ink is the outline of a wolf, then in black ink is the shape outline of a woman he assumes is supposed to be you inside of it.

“that’s amazing…why the left arm?” the brunette says, “ Left hand is symbolically unlucky…but the tattoo is gorgeous!” You seem over the moon with joy at your new addition to your body. “Like someone else I know.” He lets slip in the casual Conversation, although your reaction was worth it.

blushing mess in front of him, almost as red as the ink on your arm.

“that was bad.” You say blankly. “You liked it.” He retorted.

yes you did.

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #remus x reader #harry potter imagine #sirius black #harry potter

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Wicked Sensation

part seventeen // billy hargrove x f!reader

a/n: I’m going through a bit of family stuff but writing is my outlet so i don’t think it should be affected but to play it safe, this is going to be the hardest week of my life and I might get to requests slowly and post chapters slowly but maybe I’ll post more who knows. Anyways, thank you all so much for reading. I appreciate you all endlessly.

word count: 6k

warnings: 18+ minors dni, hey Eddie still exists!, Neil being Neil, pregnancy, smut, oral (m receiving), p in v

tag list: @blue-eyed-lion @bbyhargrove @sweet-villain @actuallyspencerreid @trapistani @sierrahhh @likeanimagepassingby2

Okay, so maybe it’s a bit ridiculous. The man has put a baby in you and is moving in to your parents house, you shouldn’t have to devise a plan to get him to propose to you. You never even pictured yourself in this role before but with all the pregnancy hormones and the devotion you feel towards Billy, the prospect of being his wife and the mother of his kids is insanely appealing. Perhaps this was all Mary’s fault. She’d put the idea in your head and now it was all you could think about.

That’s how you’re awake at the ass crack of dawn with her, making a lunch for Billy to take to his first day at your dads shop. You think that maybe if you start doing wife type things, Billy will realize how badly he wants to marry you.

“You wake up this early every morning?” you ask, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

Mary smiles wide as she pours you a cup of coffee, “How do you think I get anything done?”

“There’s like more than 12 hours left of today, that seems like too much time,” you complain as you hear footsteps down the hall.

You turn to see a sleepy, messy haired Billy with an unlit cigarette perched between his lips already. That same familiar feeling warming your chest and making you swoon whenever you see him. He walks into the kitchen, pulling the cigarette from his mouth to lean down and peck your cheek.

“Morning,” he grumbles to Mary and reaches for the coffee pot.

“Oh, here!” you cheer, extending out the cup Mary had just poured for you.

Billy takes it, smiling at you, “Thanks, darlin. Care to join me?”

“You haven’t quit smoking?” Mary gives you a look of shock.

Shamefully, you shake your head. You were going to schedule an appointment today for the doctors and figured you’d ask him about your options for that. You’d been smoking since you were thirteen and weren’t sure if you could quit and Billy wasn’t going to anytime soon so you’d always have the temptation.

“They’re Lights,” Billy offers, “It’s something.”

Again, your heart swells. It’s a small thing but you love how he defends you at any opportunity. Mary gives you both a disappointed look as you follow Billy out to the backyard. He lights the cigarette and takes a long drag before handing it to you.

“We can share,” he says, “At least you’re cutting back.”

You nod and lean your shoulder into his, “Thank you. I feel like you’re the only person who gets me.”

He kisses your temple but doesn’t say anything. You’d like to think you’re the only person who gets him. Billy’s still not good at talking about his feelings. He shows you how he feels through touch, and maybe that’s enough. For now, at least. If you’re gonna start a family with him, you’d like that to change.

He takes another long drag from the cigarette and speaks up, “I’ve got to get my things today. If there is anything left. You willing to make that trip with me when I get back?”

You think that means he feels safe with you. With a soft smile, you tell him yes. You know you two have to tell Neil that you’re pregnant, or at least, you think you should. See, Billy hadn’t told you about his dad finding the Polaroids of you and you still thought that Neil liked you, so you think maybe he’ll be excited that you’re pregnant. Billy knows better and is dreading telling his dad. In fact, he doesn’t really want to tell him, doesn’t want Neil to be a grandfather at all. He knows Neil will try to control his kid since he can no longer control Billy.

“Are you excited to work for my dad?” you ask.

Billy nods, he genuinely is. He likes working on cars, figures it’ll pay enough for you guys to find an apartment in a few months. He is thinking about marriage, but he’s afraid of it. Having a child together isn’t enough to make sure either of you stay, he’s learned that. He’s also worried you might run off into another man’s arms at the first sign of trouble. It’s a fear he can’t shake.

“Yeah. You looking for jobs today?” he asks as he stumps the cigarette out in the ashtray.

Sighing, you shrug. You hadn’t planned for that but you know you should. Billy shouldn’t have to have all the financial responsibility but you had no idea what you would do. Working at your dads shop could easily turn into a career but you didn’t have that luxury. Your options were limited with only being able to work until the baby was born.

“I suppose I should,” you tell him as he stands and helps you up.

You pick up the phone and dial a number you’ve had memorized since grade school but you don’t remember the last time you called it.

“Hello?” Eddie’s voice rings through.

“Hi,” you say meekly.

Eddie scoffs, “You remembered I exist.”

You lay on your mattress, looking up at the ceiling as guilt drips into your system. Billy kept you so distracted from everyone and then when you were broken up shortly, Steve took up most your time. Eddie wasn’t supportive of you and Billy and selfishly, you decided Billy was most important. He still was, even more so now that you were carrying his child but you and Eddie had so much history that it would be cruel to never talk to him again.

“I’m sorry… I haven’t been fair to you,” you say softly.

“I expected you to call when I heard Billy dumped your ass but you never did,” Eddie replies, “Guess you couldn’t bear to hear an ‘I told you so’.”

“We got back together,” you mumble, “But I should’ve called. I don’t want to have to chose between the two of you.”

“Then don’t.”

“Eddie, you’re the one who made me feel like I had to in the first place,” you explain, “Billy has no issues with you.”

He’s silent and your skin crawls. You didn’t want to lose him but you understood if Eddie wanted nothing to do with you.

“I just don’t want to have to deal with it,” he says finally, “If you guys are constantly breaking up and getting back together, I’m never gonna come around to the idea of him.”

“I don’t see that happening,” you reveal, “He’s moving in and I’m pregnant, so…”

“You’re what?” Eddie’s voice sounds shocked.

“Yeah. I’m having Billy Hargrove’s baby.”

“Jesus Christ,” he exhaled, “I tell you what, I didn’t see that one happening.”

“Yeah, we didn’t either,” you chuckle.

“And he didn’t run away? He’s moving in with you? Are you guys engaged or something?”

“No! Well, not yet. I don’t know if he wants to get married,” you admit, shyly.

Eddie laughs, “He’s moving in with you and you guys are having a baby. Why the hell would he skip marrying you?”

“I don’t know. Marriage is like a big deal, a big commitment,” you say and Eddie’s laughing harder, you picture him doubling over from it.

“Why are you laughing?” you pout, feeling like you’re missing out on some joke.

Once his breathing calms down, he starts, “He’s all fine and dandy knocking you up and you’re scared he can’t commit.”

Eddie starts laughing again and you really don’t see why it’s hard to believe. You and Billy both know that kids and marriage don’t keep people together. Eddie should know that too, but here he is laughing hysterically.

“It’s not funny,” you whine and finally, he sighs.

“You’re right,” he deadpans, “it’s stupid. So I have Hellfire tonight but if you’re not busy later this week, we should hang out.”

“Can I bring Billy?” you ask, twirling the phone chord around your finger.

Another sigh and he says, “Yeah… guess I should get to know him if he’s gonna be the dad of my god child.”

You’re heart swells, but you deep down knew Eddie would forgive you. You guys were practically family.

Dale holds out the light blue uniform shirt to Billy, tells him they can get him an embroidered patch soon and Billy thanks him. Having a name on the shirt was a privilege at the shop in San Diego and Billy never earned it. At your dads shop, it was something everyone typically got from the first day. He wanted his employees to feel important, like they belonged on a team.

Billy pulls the shirt over his white tank top and starts buttoning it up, eyes scanning over your dads office. It’s in disarray. Tools, papers and empty paper coffee cups placed sporadically. On his desk, is a photo of you and your brother. Billy picks it up and looks closer. He suspects it’s from a past trip to Florida because your hair is shorter.

“You’ll have to come out with us from now on,” Dale says.

“What? Sorry,” he places the frame back on the desk.

“Florida. For Christmas, you’ll have to come with us,” your dad explains and Billy feels weird but not in a bad way. Christmas wasn’t ever a special holiday since his mom left. In fact, they didn’t really even celebrate it before his dad met Susan. The only thing he’d looked forward to was a card from his grandparents. However, you talked about Christmas excitedly, you’d told Billy it was your third favorite; after Halloween and Thanksgiving of course. It must be that it was fun in Florida, that holidays with your family weren’t as empty or angry as the ones Billy was used to.

“Yeah,” he says, smiling at the thought, “Wonder what the surfs like down there.”

Your dad laughs, “The waters a lot choppier than California but I imagine you’ll have fun.” He gestures to the door, “Let me give you a tour, real quick.”

Billy listens closely as your dad explains the routine of the shop and what Billy’s primary responsibilities will be before sending him in with Darla from accounting and Billy recognizes the name when your dad says it. He walks into the little office and is met with a member of his fan club, one of the housewives that would hang out around the pool.

“Billy!” she smiles wide, “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, hi,” he says as he walks up to her desk.

She keeps looking over Billy’s shoulder, causing him to turn and look.

“Oh, don’t worry,” she says, “We’re alone.”

He looks back at her with his brows furrowed. Alone? he thinks and his eyes dart down to the worn romance novel sitting on her desk. She stands and he shakes his head, “Oh, no.”

“No?” she looks disappointed.

Billy chuckles, “Dale just hired me, he sent me in here so I could fill out paperwork.”

Her disappointment evolves back into excitement, “You’re working here now?”

“Yep!” he chirps as he sits at the plastic chair across from her desk. “Saving for the baby and all.”

“Baby?” she asks and Billy revels in the defeated tone.

“Yeah, that’s why Dale’s giving me the job. His daughter and I are having a baby,” he puts his elbow on his knees and leans forward.

“Congratulations,” she says as she slams a clipboard on the desk. “Just fill this out quickly and I’ll have you in the books.”

“Awesome,” he grabs it, “Thanks.”

Billy takes the long way home, chain-smoking and listening to an entire cassette even though it’s typically a fifteen minute drive from the shop to home. He just needs to clear his head and his favorite way to do so is to take the road that stretches all around Hawkins and back. It’s mostly fields and farms, but it’ll take him right where he’s needs to go and he likes that it’s empty roads. He figures his alone time will be limited from here on out.

When he finally gets home, you’re voicing concerns. They’re in the form of questions, he knows you were worried but he can’t help but feel a bit suffocated. He knows these feelings are because of his looming fear of seeing his dad but he can’t help but lash out.

“I just took a drive,” he bites, “Can you chill out? It’s not even late.”

You stare back up at him, a little stunned but you press your palm on his chest and rub in circles, “I’m sorry.”

Billy doesn’t expect that reaction and his first response is to push you away, but that’s Neil getting in his head. He sighs and wraps his arms around you, pulling you to his chest and tucking his face into your neck.

“No, I’m sorry,” he mumbles into your hair, “Just not looking forward to going over there.”

Your hands circle around his waist and you squeeze him, “I’ll be with you. We’ll make it quick, just grab as much as we can and leave.”

He pulls back and hooks his finger under your chin, tilting your head back as he leans in to press his lips to yours. It’s chaste but lets you know he trusts you. And anytime his lips are on you, it heats up your thighs and leaves you a little breathless.

“Shall we get it over with then?” Billy grumbles though his tone suggests he really doesn’t want to.

You lace your fingers and pull him out the door. He allows you to lead him across the street and then the two of you just stand at the door. Billy feels as if he has to knock, like he hasn’t just spent a little less than a year living in this house. His knuckles tap against the wood as he prays Max answers the door. She doesn’t.

“It’s about damn time,” Neil spews as he stares at Billy, eyes dark. He eyes dart to you and then back to his son, “Needed your safety blanket, did ya?”

Your blood boils so you squeeze Billy’s hand tighter, “We’re just here to get some of his stuff.”

You figure you’ll do the talking, maybe make this a little easier. Neil opens the door wide, stepping back and you can see Susan peeking her head out of the kitchen. Billy tugs you inside, making a beeline for his bedroom door. Upon opening it, Billy sees that Neil has sold all his stuff and all that’s left is his stereo system and two packed boxes on the floor. His face heats up, he wants to scream at his dad but it’s a losing battle. He knows what Neil will say. He bought everything that was in there. Billy knows because the stereo is still there, it was the first thing Billy bought when he got his first ever paycheck.

He heaves a sigh and then looks over to you, “Can you manage the two boxes? It won’t hurt the… ya know.”

“Billy, I’m like maybe a few weeks along, it’s a little tadpole in there,” you say and then your eyes widen, realizing that you’ve just admitted you were pregnant.

You turn around to see Neil standing in the doorway, looking dumbfounded.

“Fuck,” Billy curses, bringing his hand to rub his brow.

“What was that?” Neil asks, stepping into the room.

Billy heaves a sigh and turns to his dad, “Nothing.”

“Nothing?” he scoffs, “Sounded to me like your little girlfriend just said she’s pregnant.”

“Pregnant?” Susan’s voice rings through the hall and she hurries to stand in the doorway.

Billy doesn’t say anything, he just starts stacking the speakers onto the cassette deck.

“You really fucked up,” Neil laughs sinisterly, the sound startling you and causing bile to rise up your throat. You swallow it down and go to grab the boxes but Neil stops you, “I’ll get the boxes. You shouldn’t be doing any heavy lifting.”

“No, it’s fine,” you try but he’s already picking them up with ease and heading for the door.

“Shit,” Billy says, grabbing the stereo and following after his dad.

You eye Susan curiously before walking out behind your boyfriend. Neil’s already at your doorstep when you get outside and Billy’s quickly shuffling across the street after him.

“Dad,” he calls out.

Neil bangs on the door and your dad opens it. Your hearts in your chest as you run after them. You have no idea what Neil’s plan is but you’re scared he’s gonna deck your dad right in the face.

“Neil,” your dad says, opening the door wider to let him in. You and Billy right behind him.

“Go ahead and just set those down anywhere,” Mary says to him, perched over the kitchen counter.

You shut the door behind you, letting out the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

“Dad,” Billy pleads again, but nothing follows. He doesn’t know what he’s asking Neil not to do.

“So my sons knocked your daughter up, has he?” Neil says after dropping the boxes on the floor.

This is all your fault. The guilt rises in your throat and threatens to pour out, you reach to Billy for comfort once he’s set the stereo down.

“It would appear so,” your dad says, leaning against the kitchen table as he looks to Neil casually.

“And you didn’t kill him?” Neil responds, crossing his arms.

Your dad shrugs, “I like the kid.”

Neil chuckles, but it doesn’t sound happy, like he can’t fathom anyone liking his son. He shakes his head, seems defeated and you and Billy both admire your dad.

“Is that all, then?” your dad asks, crossing his arms.

“Well what’s the plan then? When are you getting married?” Neil asks, turning to his son now.

Billy clears his throat and you notice he starts tapping his foot, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Neil scoffs, “Well, boy, you better figure it out. You don’t want to marry her? You should’ve thought that before you did something so damn irresponsible.”

The words sting your chest and your dad moves in front of Billy, physically shielding him from Neil.

“Thanks for stopping by,” your dad says, “We’ll make sure to let you know the plan.”

Billy’s shocked when his dad retreats, through all the years of abuse, he’s never seen his dad give up on a fight. He takes a deep breath when the door slams. Most of all, though, he’s embarrassed. Without a word, he picks the stereo up and lugs it into your room.

“Thank you, dad…” you hug your father, unable to truly express your gratitude.

“Let Billy know that I didn’t only do that for you, I did it for him,” your dad says, a solemn smile on his face.

You nod, squeezing him once more before trailing to your room to see Billy still holding the stereo. He has no idea where to put it, you have too much stuff. You put your hand on his shoulder, “I’ll give mine to my brother. Yours is better anyways.”

Billy heaves a sigh, remaining silent as he watches you unplug your stereo and gather the speakers. You leave to put it in your brothers room, saying a quiet hello to him when he peers up at you from his book.

“Aw, really?” he sets the book down and sits up.

You place it on his dresser, “Yeah, Billy’s is better than this one.”

“Thanks, sis,” he says, springing up from his bed, “I don’t have any cassettes.”

“I’ll give you some,” you offer, placing your hands on your hips as you look at him.

“Was that his dad?” he asks, biting his nail.

You slap his hand from his mouth, not wanting him to form the habit, “Yeah.”

“Are you really having a baby?” he asks, a tilt of his head.

You nod, giggling as you ruffle up his hair, “Yeah, you’re gonna be an uncle.”

He grins up at you, “I hope it’s a boy.”

“Billy does too,” you reply, “I hope it’s a girl.”

“Typical,” your brother says, poking at the buttons on the stereo set.

You roll your eyes and head back to your room, noticing Billy’s set up the stereo but he’s no longer in the room. You peer curiously out the door to see him walking up to you with the boxes in his hands. He sets them on the floor and sits in front of them, opening the first up to inspect what Neil wanted him to keep. To his surprise, it’s all the things he's kept of his mothers. His heart aches, wanting so desperately to tell her she’s going to be a grandmother, wanting to tell her everything that’s happened since she left.

“He didn’t throw any of it away,” Billy mumbles in disbelief.

“Is it your moms stuff?” you ask, as you sit beside him.

He hands you a photo, it’s of an infant Billy being held by a beautiful blonde lady. You’d never seen any photos of Billy as a baby.

“Huh,” you say, “So our kids gonna be this cute.”

Billy shoves you playfully, “With any luck, it’ll only have my genes.”

You giggle, happy when this side of Billy makes a resurgence. “I’m hoping and praying.”

He hands you another photo, one of when he’s roughly a year old and he’s standing in front of his mom while holding onto her hands. He’s learning how to walk. You scan over it, smiling back at his mom. “She’s so pretty,” you muse, “You look like her.”

You swear he blushes, “Yeah, she was beautiful.”

He continues pulling the items out, showing you every photo and explaining every random item. Billy visibly relaxes, an easy smile plastered on his face and he’s never looked prettier. You kiss his face, starting at his jaw and all the way up to his hairline.

“Oh! Wait!” You spring up and barrel out of the room, only to return with an empty photo album. You sit back down and hand it to him, “Here, you can put them in here.”

He takes it gratefully and gradually, the two of you fill the photo album. Billy then moves onto the second box. It’s his jewelry and a few clothing items but at the bottom of it, his dirty magazines sit. Billy laughs, pulling them out.

“Why the hell didn’t he just throw these away?”

“Who is he to become between a man and his porn collection?” you tease, pulling the first Penthouse magazine from him.

You start flipping through it, seeing in your peripheral that Billy’s watching you with an amused expression. After flipping a page, Polaroids fall into your lap. You drop the magazine and gather up the photos, blushing when you see they’re of you and Billy. Some raunchier than others.

“You kept these?” you ask, softly.

“How do you think I got through those weeks without ya?” he nudges your shoulder.

You look at him, mouth agape. You’re extremely flattered at the thought of Billy pleasuring himself to photos of you. Granted, half of these, his dick is inside of you but still.

“You jacked off to these?” you ask, lowering your voice.

“Oh, yeah,” he says, grabbing them from your hand and shuffling through them. “This one’s my favorite,” he hands you a Polaroid, it’s one of the day at the lake.

You’re embarrassed as you look down at your body, riding Billy on a towel with your swimsuit top not covering your breasts but pulled to the sides. Then you tilt your head, looking at where your bodies meet and you can see just the tiniest inch of his cock. It is a hot photo and you remember how turned on you got when Billy reached for the camera.

Suddenly, you feel his lips on your neck and then his tongue, wet and hot against your sensitive flesh. You moan softly at the feeling, tilting your head even more to give him access while you continue to look at the photo. He reaches into your pants, cupping you over your underwear and your breath hitches in your throat. He gently moves his fingers, teasing the wetness out of you. The photo flutters out of your grip.

“You like it, too,” he notes, feeling you soak through the thin cotton.

“Uh huh,” you moan, awkwardly spreading your thighs and feeling as the magazines and photos fall from your lap onto the floor.

His hand rises a bit, just to snake into your underwear and his fingertips drag up through folds and stop at your clit. He sucks on your neck, rubbing languid circles against your sensitive bud. You lean back, hands pressing on the floor behind you to keep you upright. Billy’s fingers feel like magic, always do. You ache for him, want to feel him all over. You get frustrated sometimes, wanting him closer even if he’s as close as he can physically be.

“Billy,” you whimper, your arms shaking as you try to hold yourself up but when he slides two fingers inside you, you collapse onto your back and kick your feet out to spread your legs further.

He chuckles, leaning down to kiss your lips softly. He pulls away too quickly, so you cling onto his shirt and pull him back down, feeling his smile into the kiss. You lick against his teeth, still pulling at his shirt. He gives you what you want, licking into your mouth and curling his fingers inside you. Your back arches off the ground, moaning into his mouth. He groans back, his fingers faltering when you reach over to feel his cock straining against his jeans. You’re eager, unbuttoning his jeans and trying to claw them down, but with the way he’s positioned you can’t. He lifts his bum up and helps shove them to his thighs with his free hand. Your fingers wrap around his cock as soon as it’s free, stroking him quickly. He laughs against your mouth.

“Slow down,” he mumbles and you lick his teeth again, groaning in protest but you still listen.

You can hear his breathing and the slick sound of his fingers pumping in and out of your soaking pussy. You swipe your thumb against his tip, feeling his precum bubbling out and you spread it around which earns you a guttural groan from the blonde. You lift your other hand and push him back, leaning yourself over to take him in your mouth. You have to taste. Swirling your tongue around his pulsing head, your hand strokes whatever’s not in your mouth. Billy leans his head back, biting his lip to stifle his moans. If only he’d turned on the stereo when he plugged it in.

Billy’s pulling his hand away only to snake both of them into your hair, propping himself on his knees and pushing you further down on his cock. You’d be pissed about the loss but his pursuit of his own pleasure turns you on more. You position yourself better in front of him, grabbing onto his thighs while you breath through your nose as you take him into your mouth as deep as you can. You bob your head, by the aid of Billy’s grip on your hair as he guides you up and down. You look up to see his eyes meeting yours, mouth slightly agape and his eyes glassy. You can’t help but gag as he reaches the back of your throat and he moans, voice hoarse and just a tad whiny. It makes you squirm, feeling slick dripping down your thighs.

“Fuck,” he whines, as you pull off him with a loud pop, drool stringing between your lips and the head of his cock.

You stick your tongue out, eyes wide up at him and he wraps his fingers around his cock as he slaps it against your tongue. Your lips tug up before you wrap them around his head again, sucking hard and then pulling off again. Billy’s pushing you down into your back, then. He rips your leggings and panties off before following suit with your top and bra. As he’s lining himself up with your center, you start unbuttoning his work shirt and pushing it off his shoulders, the sleeves catching at his elbows. He gets the hint, smiling when he pulls it off and then grabs the hem of his tank top, bringing it over his head and tossing it aside. He presses his palm against your chest, easing you back down. He grabs his dick again and presses his tip through your folds, shaking it against your clit. You gasp, hands squeezing your own breasts.

“Give it to me, Billy,” you beg, “please.”

He smirks and then plunges his cock into you. It stings slightly as he bottoms out, his hand coming up to dig his fingers into your thigh. Your eyes flutter shut and he brings his other hand to grab your jaw.

“Look at me,” he orders and you obey, eyelids flying open to see his gorgeous, flushed face looking back at you.

Billy shoves his fingers in your mouth and you suck on them lazily, moaning around them as he rocks his hips against you. He pumps in and out of you, deep and slow as his thumb digs into your cheek. It’s crazy, with his fingers shoved in your mouth and his cock balls deep in you, all you can think is how fucking much you love him. How you can’t live without him. How you never want to go a day without this.

“Closer,” you mouth around his fingers.

He pulls them out and looks down at you curiously, slowing his thrusts.

“Closer, want you closer,” you plead.

Billy smiles, leaning down and wrapping his arms around you before pulling you up, holding you against his chest. Your arms circle his neck, holding him close while he moves his hips quicker again. You moan softly against his ear, clinging onto him for dear life. His arms tighten around you and you’re thankful for all the working out he does. He’s able to press against your g-spot with every thrust as this angle and you’re quickly coming undone around him. In attempt to help, you writhe against him. His labored breathing followed by small, high pitched moans in your ear pushes you along. You scratch at his upper back, letting him know you’re close and he starts pounding up into you harder. It snaps, the build up of your orgasm falling over the edge and you shake against him, biting his shoulder to quiet the cry you let out.

Billy’s leaning down, resting you on your back and relentlessly thrusting into you. You scratch all the way down his back, overwhelmed with pleasure as you ride out your climax. He freezes, eyes squeezing shut and gritting his teeth as he releases inside of you. You hold onto his face, wrapping your legs around his waist and grinding your hips up against him. He whimpers, hands grabbing onto your hips to pin you down. He collapses his weight on top of you and it’s the most comfortable feeling in the world. You squeeze him in your arms and pepper his neck with kisses.

He finally lifts himself up to his elbows and gazes down at you, curls sticking to his face with sweat. He looks ethereal, always does but more so now than ever.

“I love you,” he whispers, caressing your face.

“I love you, Billy.”

Three months of saving and he’s about to burn through it in an instant. Billy peers down at the ring, reading the engraving and second guessing himself. Not about proposing, but about the words he’s chosen.

Forever, Snoopy.

He knows you’ll get it but it feels cheesy and he’s a bit uncomfortable with that side of him showing. He knows he shouldn’t feel embarrassed around you. Besides, girls like that kind of mushy, romantic stuff. Billy has a hard time with being perceived as anything other than tough and cool so he tells himself you’ll think the ring is cool and that it was very cool of him to reference how you met and totally not tacky and cheesy.

It burns a hole in his pocket as he walks into the restaurant, seeing you sitting there with your dad, brother and Mary and wonders if proposing in such a public setting is a bad idea. Oh, God, what if you say no?

He feels his lunch threaten to make a reappearance and he redirects his path to the bathroom. He locks the door behind him and looks at himself in the mirror. He wore his best shirt, the maroon one and he’s only buttoned the last two buttons. He shimmies out of his leather jacket, suddenly feeling too hot. He rests it on the counter and then turns the cold water on. He splashes it on his face and then takes a deep breath. Why would you say no? There’s no possible timeline in which you say no to marrying him.

Hell, he’d asked your dad this morning and if he doubted your acceptance he would’ve said something like ‘Sure, Billy, spend all of the tiny bit you’ve saved to move out of my house to get rejected by my daughter’ instead of “Yes, of course you have my blessing.”

Billy takes a deep breath and exits the bathroom, only to turn around and retrieve his jacket. Nerves be damned, he was gonna marry you. He arrives to the table and you stand to greet him, his eyes darting to the tiny baby bump more obvious than it’s ever been in the tight dress you’re wearing. He kisses you, hand pressing to your hip as he does so.

“Hi, baby,” you say to him with those dreamy eyes.

“Hi,” he coos back, his nerves subsiding the second your eyes meet. He forgets why he was nervous in the first place. “Sorry, I'm late,” he apologizes to you and then your family, as he sits down.

Your dad gives him a knowing smile and it makes Billy even more nervous. He’s in his own head during the whole dinner, missing questions directed at him. You reach over and squeeze his bicep, asking if he’s alright and Billy just nods.

Then he tells himself he’s got nothing to worry about and maybe right now isn’t the right time to propose. He ignores your dads pointed looks and when you excuse yourself to restroom Billy announces to the table, “I am going to propose just not here.”

“You nervous?” Dale chuckles, sipping his wine.

Billy blushes, “I just… I don’t know, feel like we should be alone.”

Mary reaches in her bag and pulls out the Polaroid camera, “Then you have to take the photo.”

“I can’t do both at the same time,” Billy explains, a little exasperated.

Mary grins, “Why don’t you do it when she gets back? As she walks up, get down on one knee.”

Billy’s eyes widen, thinking about what a spectacle that would be, “God, no. I want to do it when we’re alone.”

“It’s their story, Mary,” your dad says, “Let them write it.”

“Fine,” she grumbles and reaches for her wine.

“I’ll ask for you if you’re scared,” your brother offers Billy earnestly.

Billy pats his back, “Thanks, kid but I’ve got to do this myself.”

You return to the table and raise an eyebrow as they all turn to Billy expectantly, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing!” Billy smiles too wide at you.

And he doesn’t ask, he thinks about it when you’re cuddling before bed that night but he can’t bring himself to do it. He presses kisses against the back of your neck

“You know I love you, right?” he mumbles, almost too quiet for you to hear.

You lean your head back, awkwardly angling your lips to his. He squeezes your waist and kisses back deeply.

“I love you, too Billy. Why are you acting weird?” you turn around to look into his eyes.

“I’m not acting weird,” he argues, but his cheeks feel hot.

“Are you trying to ask for a blow job?” you tease, pushing his hair back.

“I mean…” he laughs, “If you’re offering, I’ll accept.”

“Go to bed,” you giggle and tuck your head in his shoulder.

He’ll ask in the morning, he decides.

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winniethewife · 6 months

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Believe in one thing, I won't go away

(Basil Stitt x Reader)

Chapter 2: I couldn't love you any better

Warning: angst, Nude shower scene, making out, Oral sex (f!reciving)

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Chapter 1

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Over the next week they seemed to just cohabitate, barely talking, barely able to figure out what to say to the other. Until finally one day Basil had enough. He sat next to her on the couch, tears already coming to his eyes.

“If you never left that day… it wouldn’t have happened. If you didn’t agree to move out here…” “Basil…you can’t change the past, this happened and there’s nothing we can do to change that okay?” she says softly not looking at him. He moves closer to her and gently takes her chin in his hand.

“Do you want out of this? I still want to love you, every day, like we promised, I still want…Us, but if you… if you don’t.” He was staring to sob as he looked into her eyes, he was trying everything to keep himself together but was failing miserably.

“Of course not…Basil you’ve been my best friend since the second grade. I’m not going anywhere. I just don’t know, how to deal with this. I’ve never cared about my looks, I’ll get over the scars. But…” She deeply and relaxes into him seeking the comfort of his shoulder. “I don’t know how to deal with…what happened to me. I don’t know…How to live with myself as someone who…was assaulted.” She feels the tears come to her eyes.

“Oh…My love…I’m gutted…you mean everything to me. What happened to you…it’s not your fault.” Basil said with a whimper in his voice, his own tears still flowing. Running his fingers through her hair and pulled her in closer. wrapping his arm around her “I don’t think any less of you because of what happened, and I’ll be here for you every step of the way, just like you are for me. We have each other…that’s all that matters.”

“Thanks Baz…I love you…you know that right?” She says quietly as she plays gently with his hand, He smiles softly and buried his face in her soft hair.

“I do now…I love you too....You know that?”

“I do now.”

She stares in the mirror. Over the last month she has gotten more used to the change in her appearance, it doesn’t quite haunt her like it did at first. Basil slides into the bathroom behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and leans in to kiss her neck softly. A small smile graces her face. This was pretty routine for them at this point, waking up in the morning side by side, she’ll get up first to get ready for her work from home position, He’ll follow her into the bathroom and they’ll take shower together.

“Morning Baz, Sleep okay?” She asks her voice groggy with sleep, her hands running along his arms on her hips. He lets out an affirmative sound as he nuzzles into the crook of her neck her scent filling his senses. They stand for a minute just enjoying each other’s company, before they strip out of their Pajamas and step into the shower.

Basil was always slightly in awe whenever they got in the shower like this, getting to see her like this, every day? He might as well be the luckiest man alive. His hands running along her soft skin, caressing her breast gently, just being close to her as the hot water beats down on their bodies, washing away their worries. Her lips meet his and they share a gentle kiss, he licks into her mouth wanting to feel every inch of her love for him, their tongues tangle in an embrace that had become familiar over time. Basil wrapping his arms around her naked form. A soft moan escapes her lips as he pulls her in closer, deepening the kiss. Basil lifts his hand and holds the back of her head, weaving his fingers in her hair as he does so, letting out a sigh as he finds satisfaction in this moment. After a moment he pulls away and looks into her eyes, and all he can think is how grateful he is that he called her that day, after everything had happened. He softly touches his forehead to hers smiling, holding her for just another moment before they get clean.

That evening she was making dinner when Basil surprised her from behind with a soft growl and his arms around her waist.

“Fuck… I love you. You feel amazing, you are amazing…” Basil starts to nip at her neck, a smile on her face.

“Baz do you want dinner or do you want to get in my pants?”

“Can I get both?” He asks with a chuckle. “Come on…My love. I need this. I need you.” He mumbles against her skin, his hands drifting from her waist into the waistband of her jeans, tugging at her underwear.

“Basil, Baby please. I’m trying to make food. You can wait long enough…”

“No I can’t I need you now…” He gets on the floor and surprised her further by pulling down her pants and shoving his head between her thighs. Licking a stripe up her pussy, drawing a shocked gasp from her lips.

“Basil!” She holds onto the counter beside her trying desperately to stay upright as he eats her like a man starved, he was moaning softly, whimpering into her folds. She reaches to turn off the stove, the food was done anyway but Basil apparently really couldn’t wait. Basil’s tongue was moving in and out of her, his fingers rubbing her clit in quick circles as he continues to make the most pathetic and lewd sounds into her, her own breathing gets heavy and she moans.

“Baby…Fuck… I’m close…” She pants as he nips at her rubbing her clit harder, wanting to feel her release on his face. Her knuckles go white as she holds tight to the counter as the waves of pleasure crash over her. Her mouth open in a silent scream as Basil licks up every bit of her release, still whimpering into her folds. As he stands up he pulls up her pants and turns her to face him. She laughs.

“You’re a mess Baz.” She says grabbing a kitchen towel and gently wiping his face as he gives her a cheeky grin.

“I’ll be a mess for you any time.” He leans in and kisses her. The taste of her still on him. It didn’t matter anymore what they looked like, they loved each other Just as they are.

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dilf-whore · 2 years

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my kind of girl (finale)

pairing: billy hargrove x f!reader

genre: friends to lovers! , fluff

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

A/N: and here’s the finale! i’m so glad you guys enjoyed this series and thank you for supporting my works as well, i really appreciate it 🥹❤️ let me know your thoughts on this series!

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You stayed quiet the next day, moving your head or smiling whenever Billy talks to you. You just feel so odd and well, hurt - you just had a realization last night and you don’t know what to do about it because the man you’re in love with does not feel the same way. You can’t help it, it’s hard to just suddenly throw your emotions away. It’s hard to try and act normal with him attached to your side all the time.

Everything was a blur to you despite the rowdy and busy surroundings of Hawkins High, your hearing’s fuzzy as you keep coming back to the events last night and how such a small thing shattered you into pieces. You’d often breath shallowly and your heartbeat speeds up whenever someone especially girls would come to you both and congratulate Billy for winning the tournament last night, it wasn't the same rapid beating you usually have around him - it’s more of an uneasy and uncomfortable feeling that makes you want to burst into tears.

Today was such a slow and suffocating day, you just want to go home and be alone but you still need to teach Max and endure a few more hours in the same house as Billy.

He doesn't fail to notice your silence and how you’re always out of it today. You didn’t even hug him and Max when you saw them this morning. It worries him so much, he just wants to embrace you and comfort you but it seems like there’s a barrier between you two today - it’s killing him without having a hand on your warm skin, and not being able to help you with whatever you’re going through right now. So he decides to just give you space, he’ll talk to you tonight.

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You arrive at their place and ring the doorbell, your palms sweaty as you anticipate and hope a red hair girl opens the door.

Please be Max.

Max goes out of her room, her footsteps echoing outside. She tries to get to the door but Billy rushes to it and grips on the metal doorknob. Max softly gasps, startled by his brother’s sudden movement. She stands still and looks at him with confusion and a hint of annoyance on her freckled face.

You suddenly take a step back when you were met by a tall blonde boy that you’ve been trying to avoid. You sigh and try to bring your composure back, “Oh hey, is Max-”

“We need to talk” he cuts you off, grabbing you by the wrist as he pulls you into his bedroom. “Wait in your room Max, we won’t take long” he says, closing his door. He faces you and holds both your arms softly, “Talk to me. What’s bothering you? Are you alright?”.

You gulp - your surroundings starting to feel tense, “y-yeah I’m good”

“i know you’re lying Y/N”

You take his hand off of you and get to the door, “I-I’m not lying. I better teach Max, she’s waiting. We have things to do, sh-shouldn't you be going out with that girl from last night? Seems like you guys like each other” you blurt out. Your eyes grow wide and turn back to face him. You didn't expect for you to say that - you were only thinking about it, guess your thoughts were so loud it came out. Your hand grips on your face as you cover your mouth - your cheeks warming up in embarrassment. Dumbass! you just had to say it, you scold to yourself.

He sighs in relief, a smirk forming on his face. “So it’s about last night huh?”

“I don’t know who she was. She just came to me and gave me a compliment. Then started being touchy which made me so uncomfortable and annoyed, so I told her to go away. She even thought I winked at her” He says, approaching you. “In fact, you were the one I was winking at”

You step back, heartbeat racing “Oh” was all you could say as you look away.

“I don’t even like her, she’s not the kind of girl I want - you are. My eyes are only on you since the first time I met you.” He confesses. “I’m in love with you, Y/N. Took me a while to realize it but I do. I really do, and I want to be with you” he adds.

There was silence in the room, you were speechless. Everything’s still processing in your mind, Billy Hargrove just confessed his love for you. You out of everyone. Billy fell for Y/N Y/L/N - the tutor. The man who made your heart flutter, who made butterflies go crazy in your stomach, who made you smile and forget your problems, actually feels the same way about you.

You finally meet his hypnotizing blue eyes, “I’m in love with you too”.

A huge smile forms on Billy’s face and wraps his strong arms around you and lift you off the floor. He’s ecstatic - the most amazing girl is in love with him too. He presses his lips into yours, you melt into his and kiss him back. Your body has relaxed - relief and joy flowing through your system.

He finally pulls away - trying to catch his breath, “so you were jealous huh?” he teases.

“Hmm maybe” you giggle softly.

“But jokes aside, I’m sorry for making you feel horrible”

Max suddenly knocks on the door - impatient, “I’m glad you guys figured things out but we got some studying to do!” she yells.

You laugh and Billy puts you down. “Gotta go now” you say. You grab the door but Billy pulls you in for another quick kiss. “Okay, I’m gonna miss you though” he grins.

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A few months has passed and you’re happier than ever. You and Billy are like each other’s missing puzzle piece, perfect for one another. He loves to drive you to wherever it is you need to go, he told you to stop using your car because “my pretty girl shouldn’t be riding on an old ugly car”. Neil has also been put behind bars making everything way better for Billy and Max, anxiety finally leaving them - the fear of being yelled at or get mercilessly beaten is now long gone.

Today is Max’s birthday, you and Billy planned to celebrate it at the arcade and invite her friends. You told them to keep it a secret and just wait there so you could surprise her. You three arrive at the place, Max steps out of the car first and goes to the entrance. “Happy Birthday!” her friends greet as she opens the door. Lucas, who’s holding the cake approaches her and lifts it up. She then makes a wish and blows the candle.

“Alright let me take a picture of you guys” you say, motioning them to get together. “3, 2, 1” click.

After a couple more pictures, you all ate KFC and the kids went around the arcade to play. Leaving you and your boyfriend with cleaning up, “Let’s play Dragon’s Lair” you say. Billy throws the trash and dusts off his hands, “Let’s go”.

He grabs your hand and go to the game. Inserting a token, you hold the joystick and start to play. You were too focused on the game and didn’t notice Billy coming up from behind. He rests his chin on your shoulder and puts his hand on top of yours causing your body to shiver. He moves your hand that’s on the joystick as he press the buttons with the other. You look at the monitor and watch your boyfriend take control.

click

Billy loses his focus from the sudden flash on his side and lose the game. You both look to where it came from and see Max with a sheepish smile on her face, “had to take a picture”. Your boyfriend chuckles and turns you to face him. “Maxine take another one” he instructs.

He cups your cheeks and kiss you.

Max gives a disgusted look, “ew” click

“Gotta have a picture of me kissing the love of my life”

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ctrl-alt-em · 2 months

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A Letter Home

Garnet wandered around the tiny town idly. It was early afternoon and the saloon was empty. It would be a couple hours before she could make a few bucks at the cards table.

Turning a corner, she saw the town’s stable, a small affair near the center of town.

Delacy sat on the wooden fence of the corral, facing a grazing Humble Ned.

Garnet headed towards her young friend. In his lap was his newest ‘The Daring Adventures of Bison Billie’ book and a piece of paper.

Delacy frowned at the page.

Garnet back leaned on the fence next to Delacy, facing the opposite direction. “What are you doing, Delacy?”

“I’m trying to write a letter,” the boy answered without looking up.

Garnet looked at the blank paper. “How’s that going?”

Delacy groaned, “It's a lot harder than I thought I’d be.”

“Who’s it to?”

“My family,” he answered, chewing on his pencil. “They’re probably worried.”

Garnet was surprised. Billie Joe would have been her first guess. Maybe the Tombstone Epitaph, the newspaper he read with Edie whenever they got their hands on it, to tell about their latest monster hunt.

Delacy didn’t talk about his home life much, except about the farm itself. He hadn’t mentioned any siblings, aunts, uncles, or cousins so far. He seemed like he liked living on a farm well enough, but he certainly wasn’t in any hurry to get back there.

The only time he’d mentioned his parents was when they thought he might die in a duel. Garnet still had the slip of paper with the location of his family home tucked inside her Hoyle’s book.

From what she could make out, Delacy’s home life was pretty stable for having lived in Bloody Kansas. She had guessed his hesitation to talk about his family stemmed from his guilt from leaving and left it alone.

Perhaps the guilt of running away had finally gotten to him.

“You know what they’d like the most?” Garnet asked.

“What?”

“To see you in person.”

Delacy looked away and scraped his boot on the wooden railing. He shrugged. “I don’t know about that.”

“Why not?” She shrugged. “We’ll pass right through Vincent on our way to Dodge City. We can stop there for a few days, say hi to your family, get some leads and gossip on Dodge, convince your parents we haven’t kidnapped you, that kind of thing.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Miss Garnet.”

She tilted her head at him, “Why’s that, Delacy?”

“I don’t really get along with my parents,” he admitted. Before Garnet could ask the first question that came to mind, Delacy continued, “They took good care of me and my pa is the one who taught me how to shoot a gun when I was real little and all that, but I think my leaving would’ve been more of a relief for them than anything. I wasn’t the favorite child, I know that for sure.”

Garnet’s face fell. She turned to face the same direction as him and moved closer.

“You don’t think your parents love you?” she asked, gently.

Delacy curled into himself more. Minutes ticked by.

“No, I- I know they love me,” he whispered, “It’s… I just wished they liked me.” He wiped his nose on his hand.

“Oh, Delacy…” She brushed his golden blond hair behind his ear.

Garnet didn’t know what to say. She had been very close to her father as a child. It was only the two of them as far back as she could remember. He’d read Hoyle’s Book of Games to her on his knee and he taught her how to shuffle cards as soon as her hands were big enough. He’d taught her about demons, manitous, and magic after he closed the store at the end of the day. The day he died was the worst day of her life. If she had run away one day on a whim, he would have been devastated.

She settled for leaning her shoulder against his in a way she hoped was comforting for him.

“Did you tell your parents anything you left?”

Delacy hesitated. “No, not really. I didn’t plan on leaving when I did.”

Garnet frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I went to town with my sister, Lucy. She’s married to the doctor’s son. I saw the ad that Victoria put in the paper and I figured it was something I could handle. I showed it to Lucy, then she gave me $15 dollars and took me to the train station.”

“Your sister sent you off on a bounty hunting job?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. Delacy nodded.

“Are you and your sister close?”

Delacy grinned a little. “Yeah, Lucy’s the best.”

Someone sending her beloved kid brother off to shoot people didn’t quite sound right to Garnet, but, then again, she also took the same kid to shoot people.

“Well, why don’t you write the letter to Lucy and ask her to tell your folks you're doing all right? Surely she would have told your parents what happened, right?”

He thought about it for a moment. “Yeah, you’re right. I like that idea better. Thanks, Miss Garnet.”

She patted his shoulder. “It’s what I’m here for.”

Garnet climbed up on the fence next to Delacy and pulled out her Hoyle’s book. She flipped through the yellowing pages of the book her father once owned. She smiled at the old memories as Delacy scratched away at the paper next to her.

When he was finally finished, Delacy held the letter up critically before deciding it was good enough. He hopped off the fence. “I’m gonna head to the post office.”

“I’ll head with you.” Garnet slid off the fence and ducked between the railing back out of the corral. “Then why don’t we head back to the saloon? I’ll teach you the proper way to shuffle a deck of cards.”

Delacy grinned mischievously. “Does this mean you’re gonna let me play cards with you later?”

“No, I know for a fact Edie and Silas wouldn’t be happy if I let you gamble at cards,” she answered, knocking his hat over his eyes. “‘Sides, I think you’ll have much better luck with darts.”

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“When should we tell them?”

“We don’t,” Heather answered. The hard candy of her lollipop clattered against her teeth as she moved it from one cheek to the other with her tongue.

Robin blinked softly, following it before she remembered what they were talking about. “Steve’s my friend. I’m not leaving him to the whims of Billy Hargrove.”

“You’re nicer than me,” Heather disregarded.

“I thought you and Billy were friends.”

Heather looked at her over the rims of her sunglasses. “Where are you going with this?”

Robin looked back at the boringly empty Scoops Ahoy parlor. Slow days were a blessing and a curse. “You’re just in it for the show. I was too, back when I thought Steve was a total lady killer.”

Heather snorted. “I knew Steve was a sweetie way before you did. Don’t worry. Once the ruffled alpha feathers finally relax, they’ll see each other for what they are.”

“Disgustingly horny for each other?”

“Two alphas wanting to bone each other’s brains out isn’t disgusting…so long as they keep it out of my work hours. I don’t care where they get nasty, just stay the hell away from the pool. Draining and cleaning is a nightmare.”

Robin smirked and offered, “If it takes less than a month, I’ll trade jobs with you for a day.”

Heather looked at her, silently processing the offer. “You really think it’ll take them that long to be in each other’s pants?”

“Steve’s sweet but Hargrove only has so many strikes until he’s out of Harrington’s good graces.”

“Yeah but…hormones? The nose knows?”

Robin snorted. “I’ve seen first hand that Steve is predictably clueless and weirdly smart when I least expect it.”

Heather sighed an agreeing sound. “Billy surprises me too. He turns up his jean hems and irons them down.”

“You’re surprised he’s a diva? With that car?” Robin teased. “Have you seen his hair?”

Heather countered, “For a guy who’s trying to have all the peacock feathers of a war-prized veteran, he’s…soft.”

“I’m gonna need you to elaborate on that.”

So Heather did: “Usually it’s the girls who are supposed to teach the kids’ swimming lessons. Don’t get me started on that—”

“Regardless of second gender?”

“It’s old world bullshit,” Heather fumed and continued, “but it’s Billy. Billy’s the best one with the kids.”

Robin adjusted her position in the seat. It was going to be a real bummer whenever someone came in wanting ice cream, but for now, she enjoyed her extended break. “Steve’s the same. I never would have assumed he even liked kids, but the only people who ever visit him are next semester’s freshmen.”

Heather perked up. “The ones Billy’s sister is friends with?”

“Max,” Robin informed. “They’re all fine, I guess. In an…obnoxious freshman way. Max is the most tolerable of the bunch.”

“And she spends more time here than at the pool…” Heather contemplated aloud.

Robin felt inclined to correct, “She spends more time in the theater. Steve lets them into the R-rated films through the staff hallways.”

Heather dropped the stick of her lollipop into an ice cream cup and concluded, “A late night mall date sounds like just the thing.”

Robin stood up and disposed of the cup in the trash bin as she refuted, “I’m not friends with Billy’s sister, and the idea of recruiting a kid so her brother can screw my coworker gives me a bad taste.”

“Okay, prudish,” Heather scoffed. “What to you suggest?”

Robin smirked as she rotated to lean back against the glass, refrigerated case. “I’m so glad you asked.”

• • •

Steve sighed heavily, blunt fingertips scratching his neck as he mentally willed customers to keep walking past Scoops Ahoy. For some reason, all of Hawkins had him on their radar, and where was Robin to witness his ability to draw people into the store?

Steve needed to get laid. Between the internal itch of his body and him fidgeting near his glands, his throat was slowly becoming a red beacon. A dark blue, stupid sailor costume was not doing him favors in concealing it. And it was just his luck that he had to work solo on such a busy day—

“Wow. Do you want a cream for that rash?”

He frowned at none other, than Robin approaching the counter. Dressed in casual clothes, she pointed her stoic glare at him, but he’d developed a skill at reading her.

“You hate this place way too much to be here on your day off. What gives?”

She leaned on the counter with all the familiarity of someone used to being on the other side of it. “Word on the street is that Billy Hargrove is in the parking lot.”

Steve stared at her, visibly processing that until countered, “Robin. That’s not a rumor. You just saw him on the street on your way in here.”

“Whatever. Are you gonna make a move, or what?”

“Oh? A move?” His brows flew up towards the white sailor’s cap on his head. “Like the other move you suggested where I use the community pool’s gymnasium?”

“I didn’t know you could get ring worm from the gym,” Robin defended.

“No, I wouldn’t expect a band geek to know that.”

“You don’t need to go for my throat. At least it got you and Billy talking.”

“Yeah, because it was so thrilling for our first somewhat polite conversation to be him teasing me about the rancid gym. And he was right.”

Robin pursed her lips to the side and recalled one of Heather’s tactics. “Well he gave you nail polish for that, didn’t he?”

Steve’s eyes narrowed on her. “Buckley. I always knew band geeks can’t keep secrets—”

“The hell does that mean?” she recoiled.

“It means someone told him I needed to suffocate some ringworm on my skin!” Steve paused as his eyes darted over her. Steve might’ve been oblivious to her preferences until she spilled about Tammy Thompson, but damn it, that had been the key to a lock that was Steve figuring her out forevermore.

“Heather. You and Heather—!”

“They work together!” she shushed. “I had the best resource to help you with your dead end crush—”

“I am never a dead end,” he huffed. “Tammy Muppet Thompson is a dead end.”

“Okay,” she drawled in a hiss.

“Nothing stays at band camp! You squealed to Heather!”

“Why would I have supported your crush on Hargrove if I didn’t know you had a chance?”

That brought Steve up short. “You know he likes me?”

Robin’s dark blue eyes went wide. “Where did that get lost? Was it how he salivates around you so much that his tongue wags? That he brings you ice pops from the pool despite you working in an ice cream parlor? He behaves like it’s Florida or California, walking in here wearing only his swim shorts!”

“It’s hotter than hell outside, half the town is shirtless. Maybe if you’d told Heather to tell Billy that my favorite flavor isn’t cherry, I would’ve been impressed.”

“We’re always out of maraschinos because you eat them,” Robin countered. “What’s your favorite flavor?”

A deeper voice answered, “Caramel apple.”

Steve’s red neck blossomed up through his cheeks as Robin froze. Steve recovered faster, “You did say he was outside.”

“I thought we had time,” she bit out. “He takes so long to go anywhere, letting people look at him.”

“Are you two a package deal? Because I’ll need to read the fine print,” Billy remarked as he approached and placed two wrapped ice lollies on the counter.

Robin glanced at the green apple flavor boasting caramel sauce inside before she asked, “How long have you been here?”

“Long enough for all your customers and half the GAP to hear about you meddling in my sex life, thanks. Heather’s shifts for the rest of the month depend on how fast you can run.”

Instead of leaving, Robin smirked at him. “How about I take the rest of this shift, and you take the dingus to the pharmacy.”

Billy’s features flattened as he looked Steve over, not having considered him to be ill. He found the source quickly enough, sharp blue eyes riveted to his throat while Steve otherwise handed Robin his Ahoy sailor’s cap. However, she grasped it and frisbee-tossed it through the back room window.

“Screw company policy.”

“Oh-ho, look at you,” Steve sassed, shimmying his way around the counter.

They had to pass each other as she took over his shift, and her features pinched into a grimace. “You smell like a BLT. With pickles on the side.”

“My favorite,” Billy crooned, almost too quiet to hear.

A wave of heat swept over Steve, causing Robin’s eyes to roll while Billy’s nostrils widened. “God, get out of here before someone thinks we have salted caramel as a topping. You’re disgusting.”

“Maybe if you spent your time with Heather gossiping less and getting laid more, you’d sing a sweeter tone,” Steve finished, ice lollies in hand as he waved Billy through the staff door to the back room.

Billy’s composure lasted about as long as it took them to walk through another door to the hallways networking the back of the mall, and for the two of them to glance at each other. Billy’s hand slid over Steve’s lumbar, feeling his fellow alpha jump a little as the heat of his hand seeped through the sailor uniform. “Outside, pretty boy. You might lose your job if your scent lingers like that.”

“Why do you talk like that?” Steve blurted, shoving open the door to the outside. Hawkins was hotter than ever, and the lollies dripped condensation through his grip.

“Like what?” Billy countered, in the same husky tone as he let Steve back him up against the conveniently parked, maroon BMW. A good thing, indeed, that he’d worn a shirt today; the hot metal made him reach for one of the ice pops in Steve’s hand.

“Like you’re growling but shy.”

Billy pulled the wrapping apart to expose the green pop with murky innards promising caramel sauce. Instead of answering directly, he knocked his leg against Steve’s. The natural humidity on their skin made them stick, just for an instant, deliciously together. Billy liked the friction of their leg hair together. “And why’s it taken you this long to stand up to me?”

“I’ve always stood up to you. I just didn’t realize you liked being courted like this—that’s insane.”

Billy had bitten right through the corner of the green lolly that was threatening to melt into slush any second. His head tipped backward, a fast gesture to spare his teeth from the cold chunk in his mouth. “It’s ninety-eight degrees, Harrington, and we haven’t even reached today’s high yet.”

“You’re telling me,” Steve said as he raised the other lolly to the back of his neck. Billy’s tongue moved around his mouth, eyes resting way too long on Steve’s crimson neck. The poor guy was clearly in the cusp of a rut in the thick of July. It was a damn shame, for Billy’s cool fingertips found the edge of an inflamed gland and Steve vocally sighed at the tickling relief.

“You might actually need an ointment for this.”

Steve huffed and shoved the lolly—now ice pack—underneath the hair on his neck. “I get sweat rashes in the summer. This hair comes with a price that my glands pay.”

“Uh huh,” Billy purred, watching Steve’s mouth connect with the top of his ice cream and how his cheeks hollowed while he sucked the caramel out. A thread of sauce followed Steve up before he licked his lips—

Billy chased after it, licking sugar off of Steve’s lips between their kiss before Steve pushed his sweet tongue into Billy’s mouth. Billy’s fingertips found Steve’s chin and cheekbone, holding him in place while he switched sides. Their noses bumped together and Billy smiled against Steve’s overeager pursuit of his mouth. Getting teeth instead of lips made Steve complain, “Do I really smell like a BLT?”

Those doe eyes looked huge across the distance of their breath. Billy shamelessly gripped the red knot of the Scoops Ahoy ascot and pulled Steve’s uniform off his skin so Billy could press his nose against a collarbone. In his other hand, green apple juice dripped over his hand.

“Not yet, at least. You busy this weekend?”

The artificial highlights in Steve’s hair beamed in the summer sun as a dopey smile lifted his tired face. “I sure hope so. You mean with you, right?”

Billy nodded his head toward the car behind him. “We’ll take my car, before the heat takes you out.”

“What’s wrong my car?”

“I can’t drive home smelling you.”

Billy watching Steve’s throat move as he swallowed. “Yeah. Yeah, sure.”

#harringrove #harringroveforturkey #harringrove for turkey #chrisbitchtree #neonponders #alpha!billy #alpha!steve

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thatgirl4815 · 4 months

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10 BL Boys That I Want Carnally

Thx for the tag @thegalwhorants and @waitmyturtles! It's funny how whenever I do these games every BL man I have ever drooled over immediately leaves my mind, lol. I'm sure I'm missing people who would make a great addition to this list. But in no particular order…

1. Sand and 2. Ray

I’m including them as a pair because they come as one. Together or separately, both characters are 🔥 and I would die for either of them in my own way. Do I want them carnally? 100%, absolutely, without a doubt. I would commit arson for them. I would burn down mount Olympus for them. I would take a dip in the river Styx for them. (Can you tell I’m in my Percy Jackson phase rn?)

3. Mork

He’s the ideal. I love him. I will never not be in love with him. They say he’s not a romantic but he totally is, and adding Jimmy’s hotness on top of it all…whew.

4. Porsche

Idk what else to say other than Apo’s profile is perfection and Porsche was a slightly-annoying-but-still-admirable goofball who just so happened to be intensely hot.

5. Phayu

I had a Boss phase. His motorcycle racer vibes are unmatched, and the little bun he wore? No one can pull it off like him.

6. Vee

I know, I know, he’s problematic. The cheating was bad. He was in crisis, and I know that doesn’t excuse it, but Yin is hot enough that I am willing to overlook it. Also, I have been in a debate with my friend for a year now that he bears a significant resemblance to Yeonjun from TXT.

7. Sarawat

Is this the basic answer? Absolutely. I think 2gether is overrated, and while I enjoyed it at the time, I don't think it lives up to the hype anymore BUT Bright's profile certainly does. He fits this prompt too well.

8. Phaya

Idk why I keep talking about the actors so much over the characters, but I have to preface this by saying that I hated SCOY and War of Y was not much better (the part that I did watch) but Billy has never let me down. It also helps that Billy is one of the BL actors that knows how to act like he wants to devour people (didn't think I'd ever be saying those words in my life but here we are).

9. Black

Look, Gun as a nice guy is great, but Gun as a rebellious gang leader? I'm all for it. I only wish Black would've gotten more screen time. Or like a spin off.

10. Kiyoi

Finally leaving the Thai BL sphere for a moment. Kinda hate his hair styling but his face is 10/10, and I completely understand why anyone would have an obsession with him.

I think I'm kinda late to this one so if you're seeing this, consider yourself tagged! :)

#tag game #bl tag game

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mayumiiyuu · 2 years

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mg i was just thinking about this and then saw that you were taking requests for songfics, so butterfly’s repose by Zabawa maybe with Billy, just him being comforted☹️

b. hargrove || butterfly's repose

A/N: ngl this hurt to write :'D

tw: mentions of abuse, angst to comfort

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There was nothing you loved more than rainy nights, listening to the pitter-patter of raindrops upon the rooftop as you drifted off to sleep. The sound of the rain and gentle wind was the best lullaby you’ve ever known.

Just as your eyelids slowly start to close while your breathing steadied softly, they snapped wide open as you jolted up from your sleeping position, panic rushing through your veins as you heard your window swing open.

Thinking it was an intruder, you grab the nearest weapons closest to you—which was, unfortunately, just your stuffed toy. You switch on the lamp at your bedside table in a hurry as you hear the intruder struggle to get in.

As light illuminated the room, the initial panic you had felt dissipates as you recognize who snuck into your window at this time of the night.

“Billy.” You breathe out, lowering your stuffed toy back on your bed. You slip out of bed to approach him, his back turned to you.

“Billy, love, what’s wrong—?”

He turned around, revealing his bloodshot eyes that brimmed with tears, a bruise on his cheek. Your eyes soften immediately at the hurt etched onto his face.

“Oh, my love.” Is all you manage to say as you wrap your arms around him, despite his clothes being soaking wet. You didn’t care, he needed you, and you were there.

Slowly, he returned the gesture as he encased your body in his arms. He buried his face into your neck, attempting to quiet the sobs that racked his body. You ran your fingers through his hair soothingly, whispering words of comfort into his ear.

Billy was known for his confidence, his cockiness and arrogant personality. People labeled him as many things, a womanizer, a bully, a terrible brother. But underneath that tough, cocky façade sat a boy who just wanted the gentle love of his father, only to be met with harsh words and even harsher beatings.

You didn’t like Billy by any means when you first met, swayed by whatever rumors were flying around about him. Thinking he wanted nothing but to get into your pants you walked away from him each time he had attempted to talk to you.

With everything that he was, you could tell for certain that this boy was persistent. Eventually, you gave in, with the help of your friends who nudged you towards him, grabbing your hand to keep you from fleeing when he walked over towards you. Surprisingly, he had been a gentleman, bringing you flowers on your dates. But you were no fool, of course every playboy acted like gentlemen—at first. You wondered how long that act of his would last until he showed his true colors.

But that day never came.

Billy was nothing but sweet towards you, the well known asshole of the school dating the sweetheart of Hawkins High surprised everybody, including you. While he was brash and rough around the edges, with you, in all your kindness and softheartedness, he felt safe. And as time went on, he started to open up to you about his troubles, particularly to do with his relationship with his father.

That’s when you found out that he was a complicated, messed up boy because he was brought up by an even more complicated, messed up man. You vowed to yourself that day that you would be there for him whenever he needed it.

And you had since kept that promise.

“It’s okay, my love, I’m here, I’ll always be here.” You whisper softly, your heart ached as he continued to cry. You couldn’t bear to see someone you love be filled with so much sorrow, when you knew he deserved so much more.

He sucked in a breath, exhaling loudly before you pressed your forehead to his as he attempted to calm himself down enough to speak to you.

“I’m—“ He swallows. “I’m sorry, it’s just—I just, I didn’t know where else to go and, god, it’s—I just couldn’t stop the pain, it hurts, it hurts so much, (y/n). Y-you know I know im not perfect, I know that some of the things that people say about me are true, but it’s—I, what did I do to deserve this?” He shook his head, gnawing at his bottom lip to prevent anymore sobs from erupting out of his throat.

“You did nothing wrong, love.” You reply, rubbing his back soothingly.

“Then why does this keep happening to me? Why do I keep being blamed for shit I didn’t even fucking do! Shit I never meant for to happen?”

Your eyebrows knit together at his words, unable to give him an answer. The world was cruel, far too cruel, you thought as you wiped off his tears with your thumbs.

“Let me go get you a towel first, okay my love? We can talk all about it after we get you dry, don’t want you getting sick, I’ll fetch you some ice, too” You mumble against him, walking towards your closet to grab him a towel. You grab your chair as well for him to sit on, and wrap the towel around his shoulders, rubbing your hands as you do so to give him warmth. After going downstairs to fetch ice, you place the ice in a clean rag, placing it atop the bruise on his cheek. He takes it and secures it there with his hand.

You sit on your bed, facing him.

“You still wanna talk about it?” You say, gently, rubbing his knee with your thumb to reassure him, to tell him that you were here and you were never going away.

He shakes his head, his gaze at the floor as he continued to chew his lip.

“Alright,” you say, taking in a breath.

He opens his mouth to speak, his lower lip trembling.

“I don’t know if I can keep living like this anymore, (y/n).” His voice is soft, shaking, as he utters those words. “It’s getting real bad, I mean really bad. Am I really that unlovable? My own father..”

Your heart breaks at his words. He didn’t deserve this, nobody deserved the agony he felt.

You get down on your knees so you can look him in his eyes, his perfect blue eyes that were usually glittering with mischief were now dreary and downcast. You brush your thumb against his cheek.

“Please don’t ever say that, Billy. Of course you’re lovable, I mean, I’m here, aren’t I?”

“It’s only a matter of time before you learn to hate me.” He mutters, which breaks your heart into even tinier, sharper little pieces.

“I could never,” You say, voice cracking as your resolve failed you. “Remember that night we were by the lake, we talked about taking all of our stuff and just—just running the hell away from here? Far away, somewhere where nobody knew any of our names?”

Billy finally meets your gaze, licking his cracked lips before nodding.

"You remember how you told me we'd have the perfect house, picket fence and all? Where we'd have a dog, and maybe raise our kids in?" You smiled, in spite of the tears in your eyes that threatened to fall.

He nods his head again, his lips twitching into a soft smile.

You take his hand, and intertwine his fingers with yours, reminding him that you were real, you were being sincere.

“Hold onto that for me, yeah?”

He bites his cheek hard enough to draw blood to prevent a sob from escaping as his tears started to flow once again.

You open your arms towards him. “Come here, my love.”

Billy sinks into your touch as if it were the downiest mattress. You two lay on your bed, his head against your chest as you stroke his hair, twirling and brushing your fingers through his curls. That, combined with the steady beat of your heart, is enough to comfort him entirely. Being with you, hearing your laugh, seeing your smile, feeling your gentle hands cup his face right before you give him the best kiss he had ever received in his life, were the best things in the world to him. Because to him, you were his world.

“It’s okay, love,” You whisper. “Close your eyes, you’re safe here, you’re safe with me.”

His eyelids finally rest, his ragged breathing from before had steadied as you traced intricate patterns across his back, soothing him even further.

“Let all the pain melt away, my love. Let it go, let’s start again tomorrow.”

He inhales deeply, and exhales slowly, exhales all the pain from his system with your soft words and gentle caresses.

“It’s okay, you can sleep now, I’ll see you in your dreams, ‘kay?”

Finally, Billy manages to drift off to blissful slumber, his chest rising softly and steadily, safe in the arms of the only person who ever showed him unconditional love and affection.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove fic #billy stranger things #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove angst #stranger things fic

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girlblogger666 · 2 years

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Billy and Chrissy being besties

An: i can see it happening tbh!! Hope u guys enjoy these headcanons! ✨🫶🏻

Okay so the second Billy started his semester at Hawkins High, he’d fit right in with the populars

Chrissy being one of them cuz she’s been a cheerleader since freshman year

She’d also be extremely intrigued by Billy but that’s also bc she finds him just a teeny bit attractive

That’s a lie tho, hes literally her type

Curly hair, leather jacket, bad boy personality, but she’s with Jason…..and hes different

So it’s no surprise that Billy could sense her nervousness around him whenever he’d hang around her squad and that leads to him saying

“Let me drive you home, you live near me, no?”

So she lets him and on their little drive home she learns he actually has a great taste in music and hes funny

They’d start to hangout more and learn more about each other, especially their trauma and stuff :(((

“We’re just two messed up souls, aren’t we?” Billy would say to lighten the sad mood

I think Jason would start to suspect something bc he’s such a jealous dude and Chrissys like “nope, just friends”

Which is true because Billy has his eye on someone ;) and Chrissy can’t rlly picture him with her and she has Jason

That quickly changes though during one lunch period when Billy and Chrissy are sitting outside together

Sometimes Billy can only handle so much of all the jocks, so he always invites Chrissy to sit out with him

So when Chrissy picks at her barely eaten food because she’s so distracted by the group of “freaks” sitting across them more specifically the long haired one, Billy senses what’s up

“I knew it,” he’d bring her back to their little reality

“Knew what??” Her face would grow as red as a tomato, trying her hardest to remain stern

“Munson,” his face grows wide along with his devilish grin, “you have the hots for Eddie fuckin’ Munson”

Chrissy would deny deny deny as best as she can but if Billy knows then it’s super obvious

Billy finds it hilarious that the head cheerleader would be crushing on someone like Eddie

Chrissys his pal tho and if that’s who she chooses to like, then why should he care

He’d tease her by saying “instead of buying drugs from him, I’m just gonna tell him that you’ve been hopelessly in love with him since middle school”

“Do that and I’ll slash the tires on your precious Camaro”

Chrissy didn’t have the best grades (her student file!!) and I can imagine Billy didn’t either, so the two of them would start studying together bc they rlly wanna graduate

Billy would sometimes bring her over to study at his place and there Max would see the two of them

Chrissy waving at Max who shyly waves back bc she doesn’t know if that’s Billy’s friend or girlfriend

Chrissy giving Billy relationship advice

In return, Billy gives Chrissy his mixtape bc he listens to the same stuff as Eddie

Billy and Chrissy secretly heading to the hideout to watch Eddie’s band and running out as soon as he notices them

During the summer, Billy would get her a job as a lifeguard and she’d befriend Heather as well

The three of them staying out late after the pool is closed and when Heather leaves, Billy and Chrissy just talk

She asks him about what to do with Jason and he gives her the most honest advice he can

I think he’d be tender with her and that would start motivating him to be kinder to his sister because he treats Chrissy more like a sister than he’d like to admit

I’m all for Billy and Chrissy bettering themselves

Tysm for reading babies <3333

#stranger things #billy hargrove #dacre montgomery #chrissy cunnigham #grace van dien #chrissy x eddie #eddie x chrissy #eddie munson #joesph quinn #stranger things 4 #eddissy #hellcheer

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enchantedflameandflower · 2 years

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Glimmer 10/? Billy Butcher fic

pairing: Billy Butcher/OFC

rating: mature

summary: Sometimes even a wavering light in the darkness can be enough to bring you through. How will Billy Butcher cope with falling in love with a supe he can't walk away from?

chapter: 10/?

Addison spent the next few months with her phone in her hand at all times. She nearly cried out with relief when Butcher called her a week after he had been there with Ryan. He came by every once in awhile after that. They rarely did more than sit on her balcony in the dark, but it felt truly cathartic. For both of them, she thought. Didn’t it mean more anyway when you could sit in quiet with another person? Addison felt a kind of peace when he was there that she had never found before in her life, and she thought maybe she gave the same to him.

Once, he asked her if she had joined Mallory’s team keeping tabs on supes across the eastern seaboard. Addison turned to him, quirking her lips. “Well, I’m not allowed to tell you that,” she teased. “Unless of course you join the team.” He smirked, and flashed her a real smile (she noted his dimple) but didn’t reply.

Addison didn’t know what Billy was up to and she didn’t push him for information. Her working on Mallory’s team was really a given though, considering it was basically what she had unofficially been doing already.

It was one of those jobs now that found her driving across the bridge headed toward Queens with MM. Usually she worked alone, but Mallory wanted a pair on this one. They were heading across to check on what seemed to be a troubled supe teen after a string of incidences in the area, petty theft and general unruliness.

“Have you seen Butcher lately?” MM asked as soon as they were on their way. Addison shifted in her seat, glancing over at him as he drove. She wouldn’t say she knew him well, but well enough.

“Here and there...” she shrugged. “You know Billy.”

“Yeah I do. But I’m starting to wonder if you might know him better.”

She didn’t have to look at him to know he was teasing her.

“Have you? Seen him?” she returned the question.

“Yep.”

Addison fidgeted in her seat, trying not to take the bait but she never could help herself.

“And?” she sighed, glancing at MM.

“He asked about you.”

“Why would he ask about me. He can see me whenever he wants.”

MM shrugged. “I think he likes to know what you’re up to. Without seeming like he wants to know what you’re up to.”

“Well that’s no mystery,” Addison laughed. “I work and sleep and drink.”

She could feel MM looking at her out of the corner of his eye but she didn’t take the bait this time. Did Billy really ask after her? MM had no reason to make it up. She smiled just a little to herself. Billy was coming to be more important to her than she’d let anyone else be in her adult life, just by being there, as he really had been now for years.

Addison checked her map app, as they passed through Brooklyn, reading off directions to MM and soon they pulled up to the address they had been given in Ozone Park. It was a small, old house, the strip of grass out front overgrown, and the paint on the siding was peeling. They parked on the street and went to knock on the door.

A young woman with her dark hair pulled up in a messy bun answered, she couldn’t have been much more than 30, with a laundry basket under her arm and dark circles under her eyes.

“We’re sorry to bother you miss,” MM started. “We’re looking for Xander Griffin, does he live here?”

Addison could not miss the way her eyes went hard at the mention of the name.

“Why? He in trouble?”

“No. We just want to talk, see if there’s anything we can do to help.”

The woman looked from MM to Addison and back again, clearly suspicious, and Addison felt her nerves go on edge.

“Well he’s not here.” She shifted the weight of the laundry basket under her arm and straightened her back, defensive, but still she didn’t tell them to leave.

“Is he expected back soon?” Addison asked, softening her voice. “Or do you know where else we might find him? It’s very important we speak to him.”

The woman paused for a moment. “I don’t know. Try Highland, maybe. I don’t know if he’s gonna want to talk though.”

MM glanced at Addison, then back to the woman. “Well thank you for your time, miss,” he nodded at her. “We appreciate it.”

They turned to leave and didn’t see her reach for her cell phone before they even left the stoop.

“I have a bad feeling,” Addison murmured as they climbed in the car. “Was that his mother? She didn’t look very old. And she couldn’t seem to decide whether she wanted to help us or not.”

MM started the car. “If it’s his mother she’s torn between wanting to protect him and wanting to beat him for causing trouble.”

When they got to the park it was dusk. The sky was still bright and pink on the horizon but the light was fading. The streetlights turned on as she stepped out on the sidewalk. It was warm and there were kids still playing on the playground a ways off.

Addison sighed as MM stopped next to her. It was a big park, but what else could they do? She had to at least try.

She scanned the park in front of her and MM looked to her.

“Let’s head that way, further away from the playground and I’ll take a listen.”

They walked into a copse of trees and Addison closed her eyes, reaching out for anything that might lead them to what they were looking for. A heavy feeling settled in the pit of her stomach but she pushed it away, focusing on listening. It was just one troubled teen. Nothing her and MM couldn’t handle.

There. She heard two quieter voices. Power. Motherfuckers. Trouble.

“That way,” she nodded to the south.

They walked across the park until they got to the basketball courts. It was darker now, with the trees around them blocking more of the light from the setting sun. One lamplight stood at the corner of the court, casting a circle of yellow.

Then across the way two people came out of the darkness from the opposite side of the court. It was hard to see but she was sure one of them was Xander. It was clear from the ids they’d got on him that he had superpowers and they were hoping they could help and influence him before anything went totally off the rails.

“Hey,” Addison spoke up, careful not to move to close. “We’re looking for Xander Griffin, do you know him?”

“Why? Who are you?”

“We work with supes. We just want to talk and help. See if he needs anything or if we can help in any way.”

“Are you supes?”

“I am, yes,” Addison answered. She could feel MM tensing next to her. They both took a step closer and a defensive stance, almost in unison.

“Prove it.”

Addison took a breath. “We just want to talk -“

She heard the footsteps running up behind them too late, not quick enough to fully prepare. Still, she spun around and that was enough to alert MM to do the same. Three young men were rushing them from behind.

The first came at Addison and she ducked, just barely missing a fist to the face. She swung back, but he grabbed her arm, so she spun and kicked him in the stomach. He stumbled back but recovered quickly. A knife appeared in his hand from nowhere and she had to twist to get away. He was quick though and the knife slashed across her upper arm. She gasped but ignored it, grabbing his wrist and jerking it hard enough to snap. He cried out and was taken off guard enough for her to kick him across the face, knocking him unconscious when he hit the cement.

She turned quickly to find MM taking out another one, but the flash of a gun from the teenager on the other side of the path caught her eye. Fuck. She sprinted and jumped, tackling MM to the ground. Immediately she could feel the bullet tearing into her side. MM rolled her underneath him and came up again with his own gun, but whoever had fired was long gone.

It felt like fire was ripping her apart, fuck. She groaned, pressing her hand to the wound, dismayed to find her shirt already wet with blood.

MM stood then, determination rolling off him like waves of thunder and she remembered there were still the first two. She forced herself to come up on her knees but as soon as she did the most piercing, horrible noise rent the air. She cried out as it split her head but she found the energy from within to somehow tone it down to something bearable. It was the same energy she used for her super-hearing but it took much more effort and she was already weak.

MM was on the ground 10 yards away, hunched over in utter pain from the sound. She had to stop it. There was no way she could keep fighting alone with her arm sliced open and a bullet in her side. “Fuck,” she growled, but no one heard her.

Pulling strength from somewhere deep inside she managed to climb to her feet, but as soon as she did, she saw the supe emerging back out from the shadows, Xander, while the other stayed back. He must be making that sound, but now he had a fucking gun as well, pointed at MM who was completely paralyzed on the ground.

In the next instant he shot at MM and she wasn’t close enough to take the bullet this time. Addison reacted without thinking, pulling her pistol from the holster on her thigh, she fired three quick shots. All three hit the teen in the chest and he fell back to the ground. Immediately the piercing noise stopped and she turned her hearing up to full again. The other teenager was running now, his footsteps already far away.

“MM!” she called out, stumbling over to him. Fuck her side hurt. “Are you okay?”

He jumped up as soon as the sound stoped, shaking his head. “My ears are ringing, I can barely hear.” He shook his head again. The bullet missed. “I’m okay.”

As soon as she knew he was okay, she turned to the supe. What she saw hit her like a missile. He was a teenager, but barely. He just looked like another child now, small and young and...a pool of red was growing below him and she felt her vision start to go out but she forced herself to hold on.

Fuck, fuck, fuck... She had to do something, anything. Without realizing, she was on her knees next to him, searching for each wound, pulling his jacket aside, trying to put pressure on the bullet holes, reaching to check his pulse, watching to see if he took a breath... fuck, fuck, fuck...

“Addison...” MM was behind her suddenly pulling on her shoulders.

She cried out as red hot pain ripped through her body, but she jerked away from MM.. “No no no...”

“Addison stop,” he yelled at her. “He’s gone. You’re hurt.”

“No no no no...” This could not be. He was a child. A child... Everything went black.

When she came to again, MM was laying her down in the back of the car. She blinked, trying to focus, but the pain was overwhelming. Everything felt cold. The air, her skin, her insides. She felt like she weighed 1000 pounds and belatedly wondered how MM had carried her all the way to the car. He caught her gaze as he set her down.

“Thought I’d lost you there. I’m taking you to the hospital.”

That brought her out of her haze. “No! No hospital. No,” she shook a her head.

“Addison. You aren’t healing.”

She reached for her side, groaning as she moved, and slid her hand over where the bullet had hit her. Her shirt was slick with blood. There was no exit wound but it wasn’t too deep.

“I think it’s because the bullet’s still in there. If you -“ she took a breath as a wave of dizziness came over her. “If you get the bullet out, I’ll be fine.”

All she could think about was the boy, ashen and still, his blood everywhere...

MM sighed. “Fine. We have a place in Bushwick. Not far. But if you pass out again, Addison, I swear...” he pointed his finger at her.

“I’m...great...”

The drive was a blur. She clutched at her side until a throb in her arm reminded her she had a cut there too. She couldn’t help the groan of pain but then clenched her teeth trying to stifle it. It took every thing in her to keep from slipping into the void. Fuck what a mess. She’d never had a job go that bad, that fast before.

It felt like forever but she knew it was probably only minutes and MM was stopping the car in front of a big brick building. He helped her out of the car and she gritted her teeth, trying not to cry out with pain.

MM noticed though. He never seemed to miss anything. “Addison...” he practically growled.

“It’s...fine.”

He huffed then scooped her up in his arms without a second thought. On the side of the building was a set of stairs leading to the basement and he rushed down them, pounding on the door when he got there. Frenchie opened it within moments, cursing in French when he saw them. “What happened?”

“We got ambushed. She saved my life. Can I use the table?”

“Oui, oui...”

She’d only been there once but already this was much better than the last place. It was still dim and concrete and a bit bare, but better.

Frenchie rushed over to clear the table as MM carried her over and Kimiko came out of another room with an old blanket to lay on top of it.

“Get my medical bag,” MM said, laying her flat on the table. “I need to get the bullet out.”

Addison gasped but tried to keep breathing deep as he laid her down and started digging through his supplies.

A boy. He was only a boy. Barely older than Ryan...

“You were able to block out that sound,” MM said as he cut her shirt away from the bullet wound. “Homelander can’t do that. Did you know you could?”

Addison shook her head. “I don’t know.”

A boy.

Suddenly she was freezing and she shivered. Her skin felt clammy and then she couldn’t catch her breath, her heart racing. Her vision swam.

“Mon chèrie...” she heard Frenchie as if from a distance. “She is going into shock,” Frenchie looked to MM.

“Kimiko, get a couple pillows to put under her feet. Come help,” MM said, looking at Frenchie. “I need to get this out. Take her hand.”

Addison flinched. “No...it’s oka - ahhhh...”

Frenchie’s hand closed around hers and she almost whimpered with relief, it was warm and solid and she was able to anchor herself to the feeling.

“Squeeze tight, chèrie, focus on me...”

She looked at him just as the forceps went in and she cried out again, holding on as tight as she could to his hand. Fuck that hurt.

But MM was good and he had the bullet out within seconds. She immediately felt the relief of having it out and knew her body would take over healing. She felt the jab of a needle as he started to stitch but it wasn’t nearly as bad as the bullet and she took a shaky breath. He only did one stitch before he stopped and looked closer. “You’re healing now. You’re good.”

“That’s it,” Frenchie said to her. “Just breathe.”

“Kimiko, hand me that gauze and the tape. Here hold this for a minute.”

Kimiko pressed layers of gauze to the wound and Addison finally felt the pain starting to ebb just a little. Kimiko looked at her worried and she managed to nod. “It’s okay.”

A child.

MM returned then and checked the bandage then placed a new layer of gauze over the stitch and taped it down. They helped her shrug out of her button down so he could check the knife wound but it was healing now as well. MM cleaned it up and taped gauze over it just in case.

“You need to rest Addison, are you okay here for a few minutes? Then we can move you to a bed. Kimiko can help you clean up.”

Addison nodded but reached out to grab MM’s arm before he walked away. “Don’t call Billy, okay? I’m okay. It’s okay.

MM shared a look with Frenchie but she had already closed her eyes again and she was too focused on her body to overhear MM outside a few minutes later.

“Butcher. Your girl needs you.”

Chapter 11

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Butterfly

Made by : EnemyMarkus

warnings?: little bit of swearing, crazy driving but mainly fluff

Summary: Gareth and his little sister (name) have made up nicknames for eachother but there’s one that (name) never forget. Kinda like headcanons alwell

Characters?: gareth, (name), Hollie (oc), amanda (oc)

pairing: gareth x reader ( Platonic with a capital P)

Gareth is 16-17, (name) is 14-15

3rd pov

I do not give permission for people to steal my work or translate it without my consent!

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It was no secret that gareth had a favourite sister out of his 3 sisters, (name) was gareth's favourite because they had so much in common and because they were around the same age. When (name) was born gareth swore to protect his sister from bullies when they were growing up, Of course he cared about Hollie (younger sister) and amanda (older sister) but something was special about (name). He adored the smile on her face whenever he came to pick him up in his car after school or when they were going to a diner and they have milkshakes all other their face, laughing about stuff they were talking about.

When gareth got into high school he started to get bullied for being weird or not doing the popular kids homework even though he didn’t do homework himself, and of course again he vowed that when you get into high school that you would have a better experience because he’s that type of brother.

When (name) did get into highschool gareth was always with her, and when he joined hellfire and became friends with eddie they bother said that they would never let you experience the same experience as they did, But what (name didn’t tell her brothers (+eddie) that she was getting bullied because she hanged out with the “freaks” and she started to get called that whenever she walked past some people in the hallway. Eventually gareth and eddie find out and threaten the shit out of everybody that said freak to you.

“if you EVER say that to her again istg i will not hesitate to fuck your life up”

“lay a hand on her and i will fucking hunt you down”

You had a nickname for everybody Eddie’s was Eds gareth’s was Thumper (from bambi because (name) made him watch it with her) But gareth didn’t have a nickname for you, he only had a shorter version of your name and that’s it, but he wanted to give you a special nickname. Like how you gave him a special nickname, so he started testing some nicknames.

Cupcake? no that was to cheesy babydoll? Hell no it's not the 60s, as he was thinking while walking with you near lovers lake there was a beautiful butterfly flying around. He saw it “dance” it the sky with it’s orange and yellow body, as he was looking at it it came down and landed on (names) nose the wings fluttering open and close that’s when gareth had the perfect nickname for (name) it was

Butterfly

As he said that in his head it matched up with (name) so perfectly. She would dance in the backyard kina like how the butterfly was “dancing” in the sky, the way her hair would flick up as she jumped just like the butterfly’s wings fluttering in and out.

As they were walking back to gareth’s van (i know this man has a van instead of a car ) (name) was talking about how she wanted to be on the cheerleading team and wanting to be like chrissy cunningham but gareth always told (name) that she is better being herself then chrissy. That was almost 3 years ago when gareth started calling (name) butterfly and hasn’t said her real name in years just like she did with his nickname.

Thumper and butterfly

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domesticblisss · 2 years

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midnight love

steve harrington x female reader (mentioned billy hargrove x reader) rating: nc-17 word count: 2360 summary: reader is in a rocky relationship with billy and steve, her best friend, hates that he can't do anything about it. warnings: angst, a whole lot of angst and fluff. friends to lovers, mentions of domestic violence (nothing explicit or graphic), cheating, name calling, self image issues, dustin being a little shit and pet names (sweetheart). i guess that's all, hit me up if i missed anything. inspired by girl in red's "midnight love"

“Steve… Can I come over?” his best friend sobbed on the other side of the phone.

“Yeah.”

Steve got that call at least once a week. Well, at least since when she started dating Billy.

Steve hated seeing his best friend being treated this way.

He had lost count of how many times he greeted his friend crying, how many times he held her in his bed while she sobbed to sleep, or how many times she promised it would be the last.

It broke him.

The doorbell rings and Steve knows it’s her. As he opens the door, he takes in her image. Her usually neatly styled hair was a mess, her sparkly eyes were filled with tears, mascara running down her beautiful face, lips swollen from biting them too hard, and she held her left arm, finger shaped bruises already forming.

Steve let her in silently, guiding her to the kitchen where he already had prepared some chamomile tea, in hopes that the warm drink would calm her down.

She sat on the table, warming her hand on the teacup before drinking it. She couldn’t look at Steve.

“Billy cheated on me with Carol. I went to his place and Max tried to stop and warn me but I found him in bed with her,” she sobbed, “he started screaming at me like I was the one doing something wrong and…” Steve’s mind was going 100 miles per hour, her voice completely muffled by his thoughts. As she went on, his body filled with rage and resentment.

“Steve, are you listening to m–“

“I can’t do this anymore.” he interrupted her.

“What?”

“I said I can’t fucking do this anymore.” The tone of his voice startled her and tears soon filled her eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry for raising my voice. But I can’t do this anymore, sweetheart.”

“Steve–“ her voice was timid.

“I can’t be your second best. I can’t be the one you come to whenever you have a fallout with Billy, only to watch you go back to him again. I can’t! This hurts me too and I’m tired.” He sighed. “I’m so fucking tired. How many times have I told you he’s a piece of shit? He’s hurting you, sweetheart, hurting you! And still you go back to him and every time it gets worse and worse and I can’t do anything about it. It hurts me too and I’m tired… I’m so tired..”

She nodded and got up, her shaking hands cleaning the tears that had started to spill.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry.” he said as he tried to hold her hand.

She shakes her head, stopping him, “It’s okay, Steve. You’re right. I’ve just been blind this whole time hoping Billy would change.”

“I won’t bother you anymore.”

“Sweetheart, please–“

“Bye, Steve.” she said as she left his house.

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Two months.

It has been two long months since she and Steve had last spoken. Two long months of Steve watching her sit alone in the cafeteria during break, two long months of only getting any news of her from the kids.

“Erica said she has been a little off lately, she’s barely even playing with her anymore, Steve.” Lucas told Steve when he asked if she still babysitted for the Sinclairs.

“I don’t know, Steve. Ask her yourself! She hasn’t been around since the whole Carol incident, Billy even tried to go after her a few days later and nothing. I think they are done for real this time.” Max told him one night while he dropped her off.

He even went after that Buckley girl she always hung out with during P.E. “Depends on the day, Harrington. Sometimes she’s fine, we talk about random things and watch a few movies, somedays she’s quiet and all she can think about is you, and if we end up talking about you, she goes to the bathroom to cry.”

“She refuses to sit with anybody else during lunch, it’s insane!” Robin sighed and continued, “She misses you and is terrified she might have lost you… fuck, she’s going to hate me for this so please if you do talk to her, don’t tell her it was me who told you, but she loves you, Steve. Like love love, nothing platonic.”

“But– I thought– Billy–“ Confusion took over Steve’s face.

Robin let out a chuckle “God, you really are just as clueless as she says you are. It’s not on me to tell anything else about her feelings, but Billy was just a distraction.”

“Distraction?”

Robin laughs.

“Look, Steve, I’ve got to go,” she got up, gathering her belongings. “But talk to her, okay?” she squeezed his hand hard, “Promise?”

Steve nodded.

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Thursdays were ice cream night for Steve and Dustin and for her. Well, at least it used to be since everything went down.

These past few months Steve tried to keep some sort of normalcy to it, he would go out to Scoops Ahoy with Dustin, grab the biggest ice cream available and talk the night away with the boy just like they always did. The only difference was that Steve would always buy her favourite flavour to go and give it to Dustin so the boy could give it to his neighbour.

Dustin had been going on and on about the summer camp he would be going to this year for at least half an hour, and Steve couldn’t pay attention to one word the kid had said, the only thing in his mind was Robin’s voice saying “She loves you.”

“Earth to Steve! Earth to Steve!” Dustin said as he snapped his fingers on the older boy’s face. “Have you listened to one word I’ve said?”

“She loves me.” Steve said, his eyes and voice looking and sounding completely lost.

“Who?”

“Sweetheart.”

“Yeah, no shit Steve!”

“How did you kn–“ Dustin cut him off.

“Anyone with two eyes could see it, Steve!” the kid said exasperated. “Who told you this? Did you finally talk to her?”

“I talked to Robin today an–“

“Who’s Robin?” Dustin cut Steve off again, his mouth full of chocolate ice cream.

“Jesus, Dustin will you let me fucking finish?”

The boy motioned for him to keep going.

“Robin does P.E. with her, anyway, I talked to Robin today and she told me.” Steve’s hands goes to his hair, making a mess while he sighed, “I fucked up, dude.”

“What are you waiting for?”

Steve raised an eyebrow at the boy.

“Do I have to explain everything to you? Get her favourite and go talk to her.”

“Now?”

“Now, Steve! Let’s go!”

The ride back to her place was quiet except for the sounds of Steve nervously drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

Steve parked between hers and Dustin’s house and panic slowly set in.

“Here,” Dustin said, interrupting the imminent panic attack that was coming, and handed him the ice cream tube. “She’s probably waiting for me to bring it to her, so it probably shouldn’t take long for her to answer.”

“Okay, okay.” Steve nodded.

The boys got out of the car and Steve slowly made his way around it to get to her pathway. Dustin stopped him. “Her mom is now taking the night shifts at the hospital, so you don’t have to worry about her getting in the way.”

“Was that supposed to make me feel better? I don’t know if I can be alone with her.”

“Steve, go! Everything will be okay!”

“Okay, yeah! I’m going.”

Steve finally made his way to her door and knocked on it. The ten seconds it took her to answer the door was the longest one of his life, as his throat was dry and his hands sweaty.

“Dusty– oh.”

“Hey.” Steve said, nervousness clear in his voice.

“Hey.”

“I got you ice cream.” Steve brought the tube to her eye level.

“Thanks.” she said as she took the tube from his trembling hands.

They kept staring at each other, her grip on the door handle so tight her knuckles were turning white, and Steve’s mind going miles per hour, the speech he had formulated on the way to hers completely scrambled.

“Can we– umm, can we talk?” he asked.

She nodded and told him to come in. “Just let me put this in the fridge.”

Steve sat down on her kitchen table’s chair as she put the ice cream away.

“So…”

“So…” they said together.

“You first.”

“You first.” they spoke together once again, earning a shy smile from both of them.

“You first, Steve.”

“What happened to ‘ladies first?’” Steve joked, making her giggle.

“Well, you’re the one who came around asking to talk.”

He nodded and laughed a humourless laugh.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the way I acted that day, I shouldn’t have talked to you that way, I shouldn’t have pushed you away.”

“Steve–“

“Please, please, let me finish.”

She nodded.

“I had this whole speech planned out, you know.” Steve laughed. “I just– I love you, I’ve loved you for so long and never did anything about it because I was terrified of losing you, you know?”

“And then Billy came along and a part of me was pretending it would be okay because then I could move on, but god I was so jealous of you, and even more so, worried. Worried because you wouldn’t listen to me when I tried to warn you about Billy… and then I became your second best, I became the one that you ran to when shit happened. And don’t get me wrong, I loved that you trusted me enough for it, but it hurt me so bad seeing the way I did, seeing you crying, seeing you bruised.”

“I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay, sweetheart.”

She sat down next to him, taking his hand on hers, playing with his fingers.

“Billy started out as a distraction, you know? You were always going out with other girls, prettier girls, and you always made sure to state that we were just friends,” she wiped a tear before continuing “and you know I’ve never been a hit with boys so… so you can only imagine what went on my mind when this super hot dude from California arrived out of nowhere, asked me out and showed some interest on me.”

“I love you too, Stevie, so fucking much. I’ve loved you since fourth grade, when I fell from the jungle gym and you ran to help me and take me to the nurse’s office.” They laughed at the memory. “I just… I felt like it was too late, you know… so I just kept going back to him. You kept going on dates and in my mind you would find someone nice and settle with them, so I just took what Billy had to offered and ended in this fucking cycle of– of whatever the fuck that was.” She started crying and Steve pulled her into his chest. His lips found the crown of her head, depositing little soothing kisses and shushing her, promising everything would be okay.

Her arms found their way around his waist as she rested her head on his chest, his steady breathing helping her calm down.

“I haven’t seen him since that day, I mean, anywhere outside of school at least. He came around one day and tried to talk to me, but my mom was around and told him to leave, and that if he tried to come around here again, she would call the police.”

“Good.”

Silence engulfed them and Steve cherished the moment. She was sitting on his lap, hugging him. His arms holding her tightly to him, as if she would run away if he let it a bit looser. His left hand held her shoulder, as the right caressed her back, inside her shirt. Steve could feel the goosebumps form on her skin, and he relished the way her nose bumped on his throat and neck as she looked up at him.

“Can I kiss you, Stevie?”

Steve nodded and silently closed the gap between their lips.

The kiss was shy at first, just two best friends finally admitting their feelings towards each other, but it wasn’t long before it got full of passion and urgency, full of need to make up for lost time.

Soon the need for air came and they broke the kiss, Steve resting his forehead on her own.

“Hey.” He said, a dopey smile adorning his beautiful features.”

“Hey, Stevie.”

“Sooo…” Steve stretched out the syllable, hinting that he was nervous with what he was about to do.

“Yes, Stevie.” She said playfully, giving a little love bite to his chin.

“Does this” he motioned with his hands to the state they were in “mean that I’m yours and you’re mine?”

She laughed, not a mean laugh, but a happy and emotional one.

“I’m yours, Stevie. Only yours, always yours.”

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