#maybe he did knock but Billy didn't care

[roseglazedlens]

⦑ spoiled girl ⦒✶.*

requested by anonymous pairing(s): leon kennedy x f!reader synopsis: after the lost of your non-biological father, you find a way to come to terms with your grief with your stepbrother in the most unexpected ways. content: smut 18+ only mdni, stepcest, leon & reader are adopted, hurt/comfort, found family(?), grief smut, family member death, unprotected p in v, mating press, oral (f! receiving), praise kink, degradation kink, mentions of death, childhood trauma « 1.6 k words┇ao3 ┇masterlist┇reblogs appreciated! »

That man was never Leon’s blood father, but he was as close to one could be. Both just as stubborn, protective. Apprehensive at first, Leon found new comfort in calling this man ‘dad’, a word so foreign it spat off his tongue when he uttered it for the first time in sixteen years.

Leon first met you on the summer of ’95. You were antsy, untrusting, straight out of the orphanage. He recognised the signs - how your fingers tap restlessly against your thigh, eyes averted - you reminded him of his younger self. He didn't care if you two weren't bound by blood, instead, took it upon him to care for you like a real sibling he never had.

Sometimes, feeling beyond that with the wildfire looks exchanged through the hallways of your shared living quarters. Granted, none of those emotions will survive to daylight.

That is until your father passed away in a car accident five years later, he drew breath to his final words – “Take care of your sister, son.” Which will grow to be the latest memory Leon will remember of him.

Screeches echo the entrance as Leon opens the front door, embraced by a gust of cool air, chilling to the spine, into the hallway of darkness. You expect to hear the usual rattle of cookware and a distant hum of Billy Joel, but only the mutters of toneless eulogies ring in your head.

“I’m going to my room.” You murmur. Leon doesn’t say anything as you surrender yourself to the hollow in your room.

The door shuts behind you, piercing through the silence that once filled with countless occurrences of laughter and jest. Leon observes the sofa in the living space, one that he often finds his dad sitting on to watch a game. He picks up the throw, relieved to smell lingers of his dad's scent on them.

Maybe you'll appreciate it. He picks it up, folding the corners neatly together, as if the gesture alone can preserve the scent within. He grabs a box of tissues too, you’ll probably need it.

“Hey.” Leon knocks on your door.

“Go away.” You sniffle.

“I’ve brought you something.” You didn’t say anything, which is a signal, as he had learnt through the years, for him to come in.

Leon finds your figure sitting at the edge of the bed, a photograph of the three of them burying into your face, the tears dripping along the metallic frame onto your black pencil skirt, one you haven’t worn since your first job interview.

“How are you doing?” Leon positions himself right next to you, one hand extending the tissue box slightly to you.

You appreciate the gesture, instantly snatching a few strips to wipe the tears on your face and blow your nose deeply into the tissue.

“I… I already miss him, Leon.” You choke through the words, feeling another sting in your eye. The throw is draped in front of you, and you can't stop remembering how much your father means to you.

Leon almost didn’t know what to say. “Me too.”

“I don't want to be alone again.” Another sniffle threaten to escape.

“You won't. You still have me.” In an effort to comfort you, he slides his hand on your back, rubbing small circles at your centre.

Your hands fly underneath his arms, tears drenching over his tailored black suit, one that snugs around his figure. Leon hasn’t cried once ever since the orphanage, but today, he almost did. He runs his hand into weaves of your hair, massaging your scalp slightly as he pulls you closer into his embrace.

A sigh left your throat, almost a bit content. Pleasured. Leon catches your breath on his shirt, and his breath hitches ever so slightly. Leon parts with your embrace just a tad, just enough until your eyes meet. The smell of your childhood bedroom runs into his nose like juicy steak dangling right in front of his lion’s claw – he was so close to have it all.

“I’m sorry…” Leon cups your face, tilting his closer to you.

He runs his lips to yours, breaking the spell that has been keeping him away this entire time. Your lips twitch in resistance for a brief second, before losing control into the softness of his lips. Gently, he pushes you down till your frame meets the soft mattress as he plants his palms on each side of your face.

“We don’t have to do this…” His lids are hooded, cautious words contradicting the burning desire hiding behind the hardness pressing onto you. Leon tries to pull away from you out of conscience, but it has become impossible looking at how obedient you are underneath him.

“I can't say I don't want this...” Your hands come up to feel the mole next to his adam's apple. “You've always been more than just a brother to me.”

Leon kisses you on the forehead, this time with endearment. “I’ll be gentle, don’t worry.”

You nod, stifling a chuckle between your covered mouth. The kisses grow hungrier, more erratic. His hands start running down the zip on your skirt, pulling it down just slightly. Leon's fingers slither into your underwear, grazing lightly against the tiny bud that pulses slightly upon touch. A moan gasps at the back of your throat as he circles it gently, feeling you throb through your clit. Your thighs jolt together for a second, then relaxes, widening your stance for easier access. Leon runs a hand along your slit, collecting the juices onto the pad of his finger, bringing it up to his lips for a taste of that nectar.

“God, I didn’t know my sister is so spoiled.” He whistles, pulling your legs up his shoulders, basking in the wetness between your thighs.

Leon preps his cleaned fingers for another entry. With a skilled movement, he presses his thumb against your clit, index finger teasing at your entrance as he feels around your folds.

Your breath hitches at the impact, composure falling apart and melting into a puddle of your own pleasure. Leon parts his lips and land them right in front of your bud, exchanging places with his fingers. He breathes onto it lightly, triggering a tickle sensation that lets out a giggle in you before he takes in all of it in his mouth. Suckling on them. His fingers resume, moving in between your folds, thrusting his digits into you.

Your moans turn into a strangled pant, crying his name out loud, chasing the high that he instils into you. Leon watches you through the whole thing. When he sees your movement starts uncontrollable twitch, he releases your bub with a wet pop.

He moves his face lower, putting his tongue inside of you, thrusting and licking your sweet juices until you almost unravel on his tongue. Before he suddenly takes his tongue off you, his finger still pressing firmly in your pulsing clit. You whined out, clenching to nothing.

“L-Leon… Let me c-come…”

“Wait for me, baby. I want us to come together.” He kisses your inner thigh to as if to apologise before Leon removes his shirt revealing his chiselled body. He gets his pants undone and let it fall onto his knees. He wrings out of them awkwardly, tossing to the side of the bed.

You see his cock for the first time, looming in front of you. The crest of his cock slightly bulged in pink, tip drooling to enter you.

“Be a good girl for me and lift your legs up for me, won't you?” Leon curls his hand around his cock, fisting it a few times. You can't take your eyes off him as you lift your bottom upwards. He nods in gratitude as he hooks your knees across his shoulders, pressing you down so slightly until your knees almost touch your jaw.

You squirm involuntarily, a light gasp left your mouth as he lines himself up against you. You buck your hips closer, getting impatient. His breath turns heavy before thrusting himself into you.

You use this opportunity to lock his waist with your ankles, securing him just enough for his movements to become strained. The curse that left Leon’s mouth was almost carnal. He buries himself into you, elbows losing balance for a second and falls onto the mattress before he picks himself back up. Your thighs start to quiver under him, a welling of emotions chasing the high of your euphoria. His dick twitches, groans turning into desperate whimpers. He pulls himself out of you, shooting strings of white onto your sheets as he pants in relief.

“Where did you learn how to do all that?” Leon rolls right next to you, asking with a heaved breath.

“You know I’m already twenty-four, right?” You chuckle. “I’ve had some experience.”

“You’re already twenty-four?” He releases a heavy breath, mentally counting the years. “I would’ve graduated high school seven years ago… Man, I'm getting old.”

“Shut up, you’re just a year older than me.” You run your fingers to the soft of his waist, tickling him in the spot you know he’s sensitive to.

Leon guards his sides defensively, hands held in yours to stop you. You chuckle at his reaction, but he holds your hand firmly this time. His eyelids hood the cerulean of his eyes, gaze fixed upon you like wildfire meets turbulent waves.

“I’ll take care of you. Whatever it takes. Always.”

Leon’s hand grip onto yours, a bit firmer. You let a grin tug your cheek, and lunge to hug him.

He intends to keep every bit of this promise.

i've never thought ab stepcest in this way, until this kind anon asked me to write this. ngl i wasn't sure how to approach this at first - but i think i did my best? ik stepcest can be kinda controversial, i just enjoy writing angst in all forms lol thanks for reading! come check out my other works. ––yours truly, rose. tags: @carlosgf @sporeghost (pm me for tags) © roseglazedlens - please do not repost, plagiarise, or feed to ai.

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[helaelaemond]

Little Games That We Play - Billy Washington x reader

Pairing:  Billy Washington x semi-girlfriend!reader (?)

Word count: 2k

Summary: you pick Billy up from the police station after he's smashed up a butchers' shop. You're sick of him, but not so sick you can say no to getting fucked.

AFAB reader, she/her pronouns, established relationship, penetrative sex, clothed sex.

Content warning(s): rough sex, mentions of Islamophobia, very brief domestic violence (reader slaps Billy)

Rating: E

For Ez, one of my beloved muses.

You march out of the police station with anger in you.

"Sunglasses?" Billy asks as he strides to keep up with you.

You pull them from your bag and shove them to his chest. "A halal butchers?" you ask, your voice full of disgust. He doesn't answer you as you make your way quickly down the stairs and to your banged up old Corsa. Not as sorry as his Cavalier, but nothing to be especially proud of.

"Thanks for coming to get me."

You can't even stomach looking at him. When you're both in the car, you open the windows and screech out of the car park and into the road, barely making it to third by the time you hit thirty.

"Aye, ease up," he tells you in a strained tone.

"You reek," is the only reply you can muster.

The rest of the drive is in silence. On the steering wheel, your knuckles are white. It takes twenty minutes with traffic to get home, and you're too angry to park neatly - half your wheel is on the pavement, and you'll probably get a ticket, but fuck it. Billy can pay for it - when he finally gets a job. The thought makes you snort, and he looks over at you.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"You ain't even got that to your name."

When he laughs in reply, it's dry, humourless. A cheap shot, you know, but Jesus. You're so angry you could push him into traffic, you really could-!

After a long pause, Billy speaks. "I int got my keys."

Silence is the answer you give him. He follows you across the road and up into the flat that you share. It's cluttered and messy and dirty, and you've been spending more and more time back at your mum's place than here lately. It's been a while since it felt like home.

On the stovetop, dirty pans wait to be washed. There's a half-finished Pot Noodle next to it, and a dish of used teabags. This isn't how you saw your life turning out. "Didn't have five minutes to clean up?"

He pours boiling water into two mugs and stirs them both without looking up. He's still wearing those sunglasses. "Didn't know when you'd be home. Didn't see the point."

"You don't help yourself, you know?"

He winces at your raised voice. "Save it, will you? My head's killing me."

"How many did you have last night?" you press. He hands you the cup of tea and you take it without thinking.

"A few."

"How many's a few?"

"I dunno. It was a wake, for fuck's sake, I wasn't counting."

"Yeah? Well, maybe you should've. A butchers', Billy, a fucking butchers'?"

Billy shrugs slightly. His chin is tilted down. Without taking a sip, you set your mug on the dirty counter and grab him by the front of his black shirt.

"What are you playing at?" you hiss.

His lip curls and he turns his face away. "Leave it."

"No! You're throwing your life away, and dragging other people down with it!"

"No one cares enough to be dragged down with me."

You slap him, hard. Across his sharp cheek your hand comes, and it knocks those stupid Aviators right off his nose. "No one cares enough? Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?"

Sometimes, Billy is as meek as anything, and he takes the nasty things people say with shining eyes and tight lips. But other times, he comes to the edge of losing control. There is no shine in his eyes now - just the glisten of something dangerous. A thrill goes through you. He catches your wrist and squeezes until it hurts. "The girl who promised she'd never leave. But you're leaving me, aren't you? You're giving up, just like everyone else."

"What do you expect me to do?" you challenge. There are butterflies in your stomach when he pulls you closer, but you fight it. He's stronger than you, though. "Sit around and watch you waste the best years of my life? Watch you drain my bank account?"

"You promised."

"Look at the state of you." Your voice is low, angry. "Dirty clothes. Dirty face. Dirty fucking life."

His lip twitches, but he makes no reply. At least not with his words. One hand winds suddenly into your hair, fingers gripping hard at the root, and he pulls until your neck is arched, and your hands grab desperately for his arms. He doesn't go to the gym anymore, but his biceps are tensed and you hate how much you love the strain in the muscles.

"You're not a man," you hiss. "You need to grow up."

The hate in his heart has put distance between you. But the fire in his eyes is nothing but passion and love for you, you know. It's not enough for you anymore.

It still makes your pussy wet.

And when he shoves you against the messy counter, stomach first, you know what's coming. "Then why are you still here?" he mutters against your ear.

With his half-hard cock grinding in his filthy joggers against your backside, it's difficult to keep your mind on words, let alone an answer to such a complex question. Because you love him. Because you're filled with hope. Because you promised to stay.

You think of how ashamed he sounded on the phone this morning when he asked you to pick him up. You had been the one that he wanted when everything had gone to shit - when he had ruined everything. It was still you. "Because you called."

It comes out more tenderly than you intended. He grunts, and his hips stutter. "You fucking love me. Don't you?"

Gripping onto the countertop, you suppress a shiver and shake your head slightly. "No."

"Yeah, you do." Behind you, Billy shoves up your dress and presses his hand between your thighs. His long fingers rub over your underwear, and with his soft breaths at your ear, he slips them underneath. Between your folds he dips, and he groans to find you hot, the beginning of slickness pooling at your entrance. "Oh, yeah, that's what I thought."

"You don't deserve me," comes your defiant reply. It's punctuated by stiff breaths that give you away, though.

He smells unwashed, and stale beer clings to him like dust. It wraps you up in a haze of devotion and disgust. When he pushes his joggers down, you think of where they've been. He was wearing them when he carried out a hate crime, and when he was picked up by police sitting on the filthy pavement. In the police car and then the cells he wore them, and there are stains on them that you dread to think the origin of.

"Bend over," he tells you.

"No."

He growls against your ear. "Bend over."

"Make me."

And he does. With a hard hand on the back of your neck, he forces you to bend over where you stand. Before you have a moment to think, the blunt head of his cock nudges between your spread thighs, and he sinks into you like he owns you.

"Don't pretend you're too good for me," Billy mutters once he's deep inside you, his groin pressed against your backside. "That's not a fun game."

Your head rests on the counter, eyes closed. In front of you is the dish of teabags. It smells strangely comforting. "This isn't a game."

"Yeah, it is." He slams back and forth into you, once, twice, thrice, and then he pauses. "You love these little games that we play."

You hiss very quietly. "Get on with it."

"Oh?" There's a smirk in his voice now. Smug cunt.

"Just- just do it."

"Do you need it?" he asks. His pace begins smooth and slow. He knows what he's doing.

"Billy," you say through gritted teeth.

"What?"

You are going to have to swallow your pride. At least for a moment. Hopefully it'll be worth it. "Fuck me properly or not at all."

"You want it hard?"

Shit. He knows exactly what he's doing. You hate him for it. "Yes."

"Say it."

"No."

The hand on the back of your neck squeezes in a silent threat. His voice turns cold. It makes your blood run hot. "Say it."

"Fuck you!"

Billy scrapes his nails over your scalp before grasping your hair again and yanking you up slightly. He hisses against your ear. "Say it for me. Or I'll stop."

In a moment of quiet, you consider him. You could walk away now with your dignity. But, God, you feel so empty without him. And now he's inside you and you shift your hips slightly and even that tiny stimulation makes your eyes roll. "Oh, God. F-fuck. Fuck me. Hard."

And he does.

He fucking does.

The noise of your coupling in the little kitchen is obscene. Your skin slaps together as the slickness between your bodies echoes, barely covered by Billy's groans and your laboured breaths. His cock fills you perfectly, pounding into you again and again like you're unbreakable. He fucks you like you belong to him.

It makes your thighs tremble. He doesn't have the decency to touch you anywhere else this time. Sometimes, he spends hours worshipping your whole body, kissing and caressing your skin until you feel like a shrine of his love, godly and devotional. But here, now... he fucks you like he doesn't love you. But like he needs you.

"Fuck!" Billy bites your ear before licking around it. "You gonna keep your mouth shut next time?"

"No," you whine. "You're a piece of shit."

He slides his hand from the back of your neck to your throat, and pulls you up slightly. It makes your hips tilt and back arch, and the new angle makes your knees weak.

"I think you will." Words are punctuated by hard thrusts that feel so good they almost hurt. "Gonna make me come."

"Hand," you tell him. With one still around your throat, the other goes between your legs and his fingers rub a brutal rhythm over your clit. He presses your hot flesh hard and fast until you go weak in his arms. He holds you upright like it's nothing. Like you're nothing.

"Fuck, fuck-!"

"Billy, yes, yes, don't stop, don't-!"

He groans your name. "Fuck, fuck, gonna make me come, I'm-! Yes, oh, God yes, yes, yes-!"

Your orgasm crashes over you at the sound of him reaching his peak, and your knees give way. He holds you tight and strains up on his toes to bury himself as deep as he can, spilling inside you with a gutteral cry. Pleasure erupts from between your legs through your whole body, crashing over you in waves. The hand against your cunt holds you firm, giving you something to keep focus on as aftershocks make you twitch.

"I've got you," he mutters after his moans have subsided. You lean back in his arms, utterly spent. There are no thoughts left in your mind. Floating. You're just floating.

But what goes up, must come down.

"Let go," you mumble.

"Hmm?" His lips are at your neck, soft kisses making your skin tingle.

You push him away. It makes you wince when his cock slips, half hard, out of you. He made your underwear chafe against your thigh when he pushed it aside, you realise now. "Get off."

Billy hangs his head. Hastily, he pulls up his joggers and grabs his mug from the side. You notice the cuts on his knuckles have opened up again. Whatever. That's his own fault.

"Stay."

You look up at him. He avoids your gaze. "Billy..."

"Just... stay."

"Don't ask me that after... after that. You know I..."

"You what?" he asks. And then he looks at you with shining eyes.

"I can't say no to you like this. You... you know that."

He nods. "Yeah. That's why I did it."

It should make you hate him. It's bad enough that he did it, let alone admit it - he fucks you like this to keep you tied to him. But you don't hate him. Instead of leaving, you take your tea and follow him to the couch. Together, you sit down, and drink in silence. You'll stay. Come what may.

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[casterousaudrey]

To have loved and lost

Word Count: 2k

Pairing: Astarion/Gender Neutral!Reader

Theme: very angsty, death of a lover, revenge.

Note: The people have spoken and I shall answer. I tried to make this as lore-accurate as I could while maintaining my main idea! Sorry if there are errors. I was initially going to write this as a hurt/comfort but angst was just calling my name 😪. I HIGHLY recommend listening to these songs while reading hehe.

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It wasn't supposed to happen how it did. Beating Cazador was supposed to be easy, Astarion had you and your other companions to fight alongside him. The difficult part was supposed to be deciding whether he would take this power for himself or let it go along with the thousands of vampire spawns with it.

So why was he frozen in place with your lifeless body an arm away, as your other companions tried to keep Cazador and his other lackeys at bay. You were always the protective type, you cared- probably more than you should for other people. He never understood how you could be so kind to people you just met, he who tried to kill you when you first met, he who takes all your offers to drink your blood, and he whose only goal was to kill Cazador, that was before he got closer to you.

He wasn't used to affection that didn't have a price, after all the times he fed on you he didn't hear a single condition on what you should get in return, all he heard was "I'm just happy to be helping you" Or "I can see in your eyes that the hunt wasn't good today, just swing by my tent if you need me ok?". He was- confused, and albeit sickened, after what he experienced being that kind only made him weak and even made him into a slave for Cazador. At the same time he couldn't help what he was feeling, how could he deny how he felt calm when he was in your embrace after particularly hard days, your skin on his with pleasure he never felt before, your kisses felt like the touch of the sun bringing back warmth into his pale and cold body, and your eyes that held no disgust for him.

But in the end, he was right, your kindness made you take a blow from Cazador for him and you paid the price. The last thing he remembered was you running to the blast that was aimed at him, gaining multiple attacks from the numerous minions Cazador had. Astarion couldn't move, he was stuck in place by Cazador and he already accepted the blast that was coming his way but if he knew that you were going to stand between him and Cazador maybe he would've fought harder, maybe your body wouldn't have been facing him with your eyes only focused on his. The moment you got hit- he swore he saw a tear leave your eye. He still doesn't know if it was out of worry for him or fear for what would happen to you.

The blast made your body fly to him as the impact knocked both you and Astarion to a nearby pillar. He was numb, even more than he was in all the years he served Cazador. After regaining his composure Astarion tried to take a glimpse at your body, but it only made him hold his breath and look away.

"Astarion are they ok? Say something!" He could hear Shadowheart screaming for him but there was still a distinct ringing in his head, he couldn't understand what was happening, he couldn't process what just happened. Shadowheart killed the remaining lackeys Cazador had while Karlach was able to kill most of them, Maybe they also saw what happened, and maybe they were also in rage. Who could blame them, You were the best of the group, and everyone's morale solely depended on you keeping it up.

He finally gained the courage to approach your body- crawling to where you were as he turned your body upright. He finally processed what had happened, you are dead, you sacrificed your life for a vampire spawn and he never felt sadness the way he did right now. Your eyes were closed, your chest not moving to breathe, this couldn't be the end. He loved you too much to let you go now, and he regretted not saying those three words earlier. "I love you" He whispered although now it didn't feel like what he imagined it would be, it felt meaningless.

In his grief he tried to find a solution, he racked his brain for any kind of answer, and in desperation, he found one. He'll turn you into a vampire, just like what happened to him when he died. Although he hoped this would happen in different circumstances he can't doubt himself now. "Hold on darling, okay? I got you. I'm here." He cradled your body in his arms as he wasted no time to bite your neck. In all his years as a spawn he has never experienced truly turning someone else, and why would he, the pain he remembered when he turned was not the pain he wanted on anyone else.

A bite and a drop of his blood was all that it should've taken. He bit his arm and had taken more than a drop of his blood in his mouth. He held your face as his blood made its way down your throat. For a moment he was glad, he knew it would work, this was how he turned! How could it not? But with the bite mark on your neck and the smell of his blood still lingering on your lips, you still weren't moving or responding at all. "What's the matter, love? Why isn't it working? I need you to live please!"

He cried and cried but through his tears, he wondered if maybe just biting you and giving you more blood would work. Frantic he started to remove the armor you had to gain access to more parts of your body.

Bite.

Your wrist, the same ones he remembers so tenderly to have kissed when you made love.

Bite.

Your leg, it would always tangle with his on nights that you found peace in each other's arms.

Bite.

Your thigh, what he would give to hold it tight once again as you sat on top of him.

Bite.

Your neck again, where he would bury his face, and suddenly all his problems would disappear.

He took in even more of his blood that once again made its way deep down your throat.

...

..

.

But nothing, it wouldn't work. He tried to reason with himself that maybe just maybe it would take a while for you to turn but he knew deep down that wasn't how it worked.

"You see boy, you are weak, you are nothing but a vampire spawn with no ability to protect anyone. Did I not teach you better than this?" Cazador who was already on his knees still managed to talk Astarion down.

Shock turned to grief and grief into rage.

"In all my problems and all the times I failed it was always you who was behind it..." Astarion made sure to put your body down gently whispering an 'I'll be back sweetheart' before standing up and striding towards Cazador and grabbing him by the back of his head "You just weren't satisfied with the years of pure shit you put me through were you?" Out of all the cruel things Cazador has done Astarion would argue that this is by far the most gut-wrenching thing he had ever experienced.

"Astarion, maybe if we bring them back to a church fast enough the clerics could-"

"The clerics can't do anything about this now!"

Karlach was quick to stop talking, normally she would not be easily swayed but she knew that he was right, You were as good as dead and in Astarions mind his world had also ended.

"You are a fool to believe that you could ever have a happy ending, Astarion. From the moment I turned you to the moment you lured your first victim you should've known that no Gods would ever take pity on your soul." The hand that was holding the back of Cazador's neck tightened. "You're right, No God would help me, but maybe your little contract can"

Astarion threw Cazador on the ground as the decision was set in his mind. "What do you think you're doing?" Finally, a hint of fear in Cazador's voice was what Astarion needed to continue what he was about to do. He needed to ascend to find another solution that his abilities as a spawn couldn't possibly find. "Karlach, I need your help- your eyes rather, to see the scars on my back. Use the parasite to connect to my mind so I can see the scars on my back and copy it onto his."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh, but I would, years of trying to push me towards the edge and today... You finally did it and I applaud you" Astarion picks up the blade beside him ready to carve the contract onto his back.

"You know I can't let you do that" Karlach tries to reason as she sees how truly hurt Astarion is.

"That wasn't a question! All the power that he's lusted after will be mine"

"At the cost of a lot of lives. It's not worth it, Astarion" Shadowheart knows nothing could sway him now, not after what Cazador did.

"My darlings' life was worth more than thousands! I'm just trying to even out the score"

Karlach debates for a minute, If she lets Astarion do the ritual thousands would die but if she doesn't Cazador would surely find a way to ascend and hunt down Astarion. In the end, she lets Astarion see the scars on his back, she could feel the blade in his hand with a tight grip and his grief covered by the lust for power that he can obtain.

"Yes, yes I see it." Astarion smiles a wicked grin as he removes Cazador's top which reveals his bare back soon to be marked with a contract.

The moment the blade came in contact with Cazador's back it was followed by his blood-curdling screams with the sound of flesh being carved out rather brutally. Shadowheart had to look away until the screams came to an end and the contract was finally set on Cazador's back.

"Ungrateful child. Wretched child."

"It's time to take your place."

Astarion picked up Cazador's staff which gave him the power to place Cazador to where he would be sacrificed. He could feel it, the power was an inch away from his grasp. All he needed to do now was plow the staff into the ground to obtain all that power.

As he raised the staff with closed eyes all he could think of was you, the images of all the times you spent together flashed before his eyes, at first he was happy then enraged after realizing that he might never see your smile again. It was all he needed for him to plow the staff to the ground as a red aura emanated from the floor and to the spawns. He recited the chant for the ritual and finally, he felt stronger and even more powerful.

One by one they all died and Astarion could feel the power flowing through him, he was high on whatever power he just received and as Cazador died the ritual was complete. Shadowheart and Karlach could only look in concern and fear as Astarion smiled.

He was free at last, but how free could he be when the chains of your death still hold him hostage? He let go of the staff as it started floating on its own and started following him. He slowly walks towards your body, still no change, but he picks you up anyway and gives a small kiss on your forehead. "Come on sweetheart, I'll get you fixed up, I promise. I'll find a way."

He started to slowly walk out of the lair, not caring if the other two would follow or not. Your body cradled closely to his chest. He looked to your lips which would feel so tender against his- now unmoving, and your eyes- he was convinced had some sort of magic in it now closed. His head filled with thoughts of the endless power and control he could have and what that power could do to bring you back to life. He looked menacing just from the way he walked, anyone who stood in his way would be destroyed. In his mind, this is what grieving felt like, an emptiness to what should be full, the weight of the world on his shoulders, and the Gods laughing at his despair.

As he approaches the elevator, the gurs stand in alert ready to confront Astarion about what he's done but for their sake, he hopes they would stand down. For a grieving monster is more terrifying than they think.

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And also maybe like reader is Wanda and like she like adopts Finney and Gwen and they start to get like platonically obsessed with her and so are the tbp boys

So. Hi. Here ya go. Aged up to 15 because it feels more natural. Gwen is 14.

"Sign here please" I said to Finney and Gwen's father. He nodded, and signed. Now they were my kids. I could take care of them just like their mother asked me to. I was best friends with their mother in high school. I was devastated when I heard she passed. So I came out to visit her husband and children when I noticed. He's extremely abusive. He beats these poor kids. It's so sad. So I bribed him with money to let them come live with me and my son that I adopted two years ago.

They had this cute little friend group that was always over at my house. They were such angels! Griffin, Vance, Finney, Robin, Bruce, Gwen, and Billy. They were never apart. I knew all their parents and most of them were abusive and toxic. Robin's mom was too busy focused on alcohol ever since her husband died to focus on her sun. So I treated him as my own.

Griffin's foster parents neglected him. They didn't give him the attention he needed to thrive and survive. Finney and Gwen's dad is a hot mess. I gave him 5,000 dollars for each of them and he took it immediately! You should always value your children over everything. Bruce's mom was alright but she pushed him too hard to be perfect. The anxiety that poor boy was under!

Vance's mom was a workaholic. She was never home and Vance has 2 little newborn sisters. How is he supposed to take care of them? He's 15! So I babysit the twins every day so Vance can be a kid. Billy's parents moved away after he got taken by the grabber. We haven't been able to find them since so I just adopted him.

Not to brag or anything, but my house is like the safe house of our little town. You're running from a toxic ex husband. Knock on my door. My house is the most protected house you'll ever see. It doesn't have cameras or anything. It has me. And my powers. Everyone knew I had powers. I used them for good. To heal. To help. I was the mom to every one in our little town. I especially loved those boys and Gwen. I know why they hang out with each other. The boys survived the grabber. By killing him, they got away. Gwen has those dreams.

They all have shared trauma. I loved those little ages angels like my own. They can do no wrong.

Third Person POV

"So where is Daniel, Gwen?" Vance asked "Under the bridge." "Which one of you killed him?" "I did!" Griffin exclaimed proudly. "Good job, Griff!" Finney said. "So it looked like he stood her up?" Robin asked. "Yup!" Billy said. "Good job guys." "We'll be the only ones she loves forever!"

Back to Y/N

My angels. They can do no wrong.

Hope you like it! Love y'all! :) -Kaylin

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Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better

Quinn Fabray x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Forced outting

Summary: As Rachel Berry's sister you naturally get fed up with her big ego. You finally decide to knock her down a couple pegs. ( Not my gif)

Pt2

Masterlist

If you were a character in a movie, you'd be Ryan Evans from Kenny Ortega hit teen movie series High School Musical. There were a few things that made you akin to Ryan Evans.

The first connection was your sister, Rachel Berry. She had to be the focal point of everything she did. All she wanted to do was be in the spotlight at any possible expense. Whether you liked it or not, you'd be a part of that journey.

The second was that you were incredibly gay. Which meant that you had to be hopelessly in love with a girl that wasn't interested in you; Quinn Fabray.

" Alright, everybody, this week's lesson is a classic; duets. As always, winners get a free dinner at Breadsticks."

Rachel raises her hand," Mr. Schue, is this the time you finally let us pick our own partners? Because if not, I think I'd like to campaign to have either Finn or Y/n as my partner."

" What a big surprise?" Santana mocks her.

" Unfortunately Rachel, you won't be picking your partners, but neither will I. It's up to fate," he brought out a fedora and the whole class groaned.

Rachel was already bolting out of her seat and confidently reaching her hand in the hat. She pulled out the piece of paper and smiled widely," Finn, I guess fate is on my side."

" Who's next?"

Quinn stood in her cheerios uniform, volunteering herself. She pulled a name out of the hat and locked eyes with you," I got Berry, the better one."

You could hear Rachel huffing besides you as Finn said something to defend his girlfriend. However, you didn't really care, your mind was racing. You'd be doing a duet with Quinn, and that's the only thing you could focus on.

Everyone picked partners and kind of broke off into those pairs. You slowly made your way to Quinn, taking a seat next to her.

" So, what were you thinking for our duet?"

You shrugged," Whatever you want is fine."

Quinn chuckles dryly," Let me guess, Rachel usually chooses, and you just sing along."

She wasn't saying it as an insult, just an observation," Ya usually."

" Well, then maybe it's time for you to take advantage of not working with her. You take the lead, and I'll follow," Quinn looks at you, awaiting your response.

" I- uh okay? It would be easier to pick a song that already has two parts…"

" But that doesn't sound like what you want to do," Quinn interjects.

You laugh a little," I don't think so. I want something that fits both of our styles, and we could definitely incorporate some choreo. How do you feel about Billie Eilish?"

" Billie Bossa Nova?"

Your eyes light up," Ya, it's a cute, soft song. It matched well, and we can definitely throw in some like salsa moves or something."

Quinn starts humming the melody of the song, and you feel yourself melting," You're a genius Y/n."

" I don't know about all that, but we can practice at my place. Finn and Rachel will probably take over upstairs, but that's what the downstairs den is for. Does tomorrow work for you?"

" It's a date, Berry. See you then," Quinn winks at you before leaving the room.

You couldn't leave until Rachel was ready. On the way home, she was going on a mile a minute about her and Finn's duet.

" So what about you and Quinn?"

You blinked a few times before parking the car in front of your house," We have the song, we just need to arrange it and figure out some choreo."

Rachel makes a face," Well, I suppose as long as a Berry wins, we'll both be winning."

She got out of the car, and for once you stormed after her," What is that supposed to mean?"

" Nothing, nothing, it's just you know. Some of us are more prepared for these things than others."

You rolled your eyes," You don't think I can beat you, do you?"

Her eyes widened," Well, I- I never said that."

You laugh," You're so full of yourself, Rachel, I swear. We have the same DNA, the same training, the same routine, the same upbringing."

" You may have all of that, but I have a natural star power that we both know you don't have."

You glared at your sister," Tomorrow, me and you, diva off during glee club."

" If you want to embarrass yourself in front of everyone, be my guest," Rachel says.

" Anything You Can Do, Annie Get Your Gun."

Rachel smiles," You don't have the voice."

" We'll see," you leave her with that, headed straight for the den downstairs.

" That didn't sound too good, sweetheart," your dad's voice catches you off guard.

" It's just Rachel being herself," you plop down on the couch.

He pushes up his glasses," She doesn't mean it."

You shake your head," Oh no, but she does. She thinks she's so much better than me, and tomorrow I'll prove to her just how much of the spotlight I let her have."

Hiram looks pensive for a moment," It won't hurt her to be humbled, I suppose. She gets it from your dad."

You laugh at his words," I'll beat her in the diva off and then Quinn and I will wipe the floor with her and Finn. She'll be feeling humble for weeks to come."

The news of the diva off had spread quickly through the glee club. The next day at school, you had everyone bombarding you about it.

" So you're finally standing up to her. I know that's right Y/n, knock her down a few pegs," Mercedes strides by your side in the hallway.

" It's about time off brand Barbara learned a thing or two, especially from you," Santana popped up on your other side.

Brittany was attached to her hip," A Berry fight to the death. There can only be one winner."

You laughed at the blonde's words. It was then you saw Finn, Rachel, Kurt, and Blaine across the hall. You had no nerves, you knew that you could beat Rachel.

Quinn stepped into your viewpoint, gaining your attention," Is it true about the diva off?"

You nodded," It's time the better Berry finally lived up to the nickname."

The cheerio's hand slid across your shoulder," I'm rooting for you," then she continued down the hall.

As soon as school was over, you headed straight for glee club. The students there were already taking bets on who would win. Rachel was already there, so you deliberately sat as far away from her as possible.

Mr. Schue walked in the classroom," So, I heard we had a little diva off slash duet happening today. The Berry sisters are going to show us how it's done."

" I hate to say it, but Rachel is going to destroy Y/n," Artie said, and a few murmurs of agreement were heard. Rachel plastered a big smug smile on her face at the reaction.

" Artie, when I win, I expect an apology," you stood up from your seat and approached the middle of the room.

Rachel strutted her way down the stairs and stopped in front of you.

A chorus of Oooo's rang out, but you didn't let them bother you. It was your time to shine and for once, you wouldn't be overpowered by your sister.

Rachel started the song, as she always did. You followed impeccably. The fun of the song was definitely gone for the both of you. It was heated, and the glee club seemed almost shocked by your voice.

Rachel herself even seemed to underestimate you. She hit the high note flawlessly in the first verse, but you took over the long note in the second verse.

You found yourself one upping her basic choreography. Each step she did, you did, but elevated. That was the case until you did a flip off the stairs, which she couldn't possibly follow.

She tried to outbelt you on the last note, but instead of playing her game, you flipped it on her. Finishing the song in true Berry fashion with a huge high F at the end, just because you knew it would make her angry.

By the end of the song, you and Rachel were on opposite sides of the room. It seemed like you and Rachel were getting closer as the final notes came to an end.

Once the music cut, the two of you were standing face to face, breathing heavily. Rachel's eyes wide from your last note. The classroom was silent.

Then Artie spoke up," Y/n, I am so sincerely sorry."

That's when they broke out into cheers. Even Mr. Schue was stunned at your musical prowess.

" Y/n, oh my god. Where have you been hiding that voice?"

You smugly turn to your sister," Behind her massive ego."

" My performance was better than yours, and you know it," Rachel snarled at you.

" I hate to be the one to tell you this… wait, never mind I don't. It wasn't even close," a wicked grin takes over your features.

Rachel looks around the classroom for anyone to back her up, but no one meets her eyes, not even Finn.

" I-I'm a natur-"

" Natural talent? Then why are you so insecure, Rachel? You sent Sunshine to a crack house, you act like solos are a birthright, and then act like you've done them a favor when anyone else gets one, hell I know for a fact that Kurt can hit the high F just like I did. Everyone is letting you act like this because they don't care enough to shut you up."

Tears brim her eyes for a moment, but they stop as soon as they land on you. There's a new glare in her eyes, one full of malice and hatred," Oh, are we having truth time?"

Mr. Schue tries to cut her off," Hey guys, enough."

Rachel doesn't stop," Oh no, no, no, if she wants to embarrass me, I can embarrass her back. You're a lesbian, and you're in love with Quinn. Newsflash, she'll never love you back."

Your heart dropped when your sister spoke. She just outed you to the entire glee club.

" Rachel, that was low."

You didn't know who said it. Part of you hoped to never know. You didn't give her the satisfaction of running out of the classroom. So you calmly walked out, but before you left you looked at her with the coldest stare you could muster," You are the most heartless, self-centered, bitch I've ever met in my life. You aren't my sister, you're a fucking parasite."

You walked out after that.

The body tends to act on its own when in shock or traumatized. Your feet carried you to the top of the bleachers. The sunset from the field was beautiful. It's not until you let out a scraggly breath that you realized you were crying.

It hit you harshly. Your body began to shake as choked sobs came out of your mouth. With your elbows resting on your knees, your head fell into your hands.

" I knew it would be intense, but not like that."

You raised your head to see the captain of the cheerios.

" Oh baby," she sat down next to you and draped an arm over your shoulder. She made your head lean on her shoulder.

" I'm sorry," you don't know what compelled you to say it.

" Don't ever apologize for who you are," you stay silent," I like you like this."

Her thumb delicately wipes the tears from your face.

" You don't have to say that, Quinn."

Her thumb tilts your chin up," I mean it."

Quinn doesn't let any more time pass. She places her lips firmly against yours. Nothing, but certainty, in her movements.

It was a mixture of your salty tears and her cherry lip balm. You wanted to savor every second of it, just in case this was a dream.

When she stopped, you were warm like the sunset.

" Are you sure about this? You're already in the glee club, won't this ruin your reputation?"

Quinn kisses your forehead," I'm not Rachel, I don't care about my reputation more than I care about you."

You chuckle bitterly," Dinner is going to be awkward tonight."

" Am I still invited?"

You nod," I could definitely use the support with Rachel and Finn there."

Her fingers intertwined with yours," Well then I'm here for you."

You squeeze her hand," Thank you."

She kisses the back of your hand. The sunset illuminates the two of you on the bleachers. You'd probably never forgive Rachel, but this moment with Quinn almost made you want to thank her. Almost being the key word.

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Poor Planning

Rain pelted your window, as you made your way down to the warehouses. You try concentrating on the rhythmic swish of the wiper blades to calm your racing heart. As you pull into the ANVIL parking lot, the first thing you notice is that jerk's lifted Ford F250. Over-compensating much?? Why do you need a truck that big? Dickhead. You never understood what your sister saw in him. No, you take that back; he was handsome. But that's all he was. A lying cheating pretty boy. An overgrown fuckboy.

You pull up alongside the truck, rain still coming down in buckets. Smiling, you throw yourself out of your car and into the torrential storm. Your hair quickly becomes plastered to your head & your clothes stick to you. You toss the garbage bags into the truck bed and then climb up into the bed. Ripping open the bags & emptying them into a big pile. His car alarm starts blaring so you need to make this quick. The bed quickly gets filled with his clothes, shoes, personal effects, stupid collectibles, everything he had at your sister's place in now returned to him. Cheating ass! You stare at your handy work getting soaked & ruined in the rain.

"What the fuck!?!" You hear him roar, while running towards you with a bunch of people at his heels.

"Allie told you to pick up your shit! I thought I'd be helpful & deliver it to you." You proudly stand in the middle of the truck bed with your hands on your hips. You looked as threatening as a drowned cat, but you don't care. No one messes with your baby sister! You see a woman grab his arm, trying to hold him back. "Jesus Christ, is that her? You work together?!"

"Get the fuck outta there!"

You throw a leg over the back to step onto the bumper as he see's all his stuff getting rained on & ruined. He's furious! He grabs you by the back of your shirt and tosses you to the ground. Your back hits the ground & the air is knocked out of you. Your head bounces off the concrete and you see stars. You curl into a ball trying to catch your breath. Shit! Ok, maybe this wasn't one of your brightest ideas trying to gasp for breath. He looks like he's ready to murder as he stomps towards you. His cold murderous glare pierces your heart. You try to scramble away as someone steps over you, putting themselves between you and your sister's ex, slamming him up against the truck. The crash sounds like thunder.

In a steely baritone thick with a New York accent, "We got a problem here, Dave?" eyeing the truck bed. When he's silent, your savior thumps him up against the truck again, "Answer me."

"No, Mr. Russo." Spitting out the words, but his eyes are shooting daggers at you as you pull yourself into a sitting position behind Bill Russo, the owner of ANVIL.

Bill looks over his shoulder at you on the ground, clutching your chest still trying to catch your breath. "Get out of here and take care of that," nodding at the mess in the truck.

Dave tried to salvage what he can from the back, putting it into the cab and driving off. Once Bill is sure Dave's gone, he quickly crouches down to you. "Honey, how badly are you hurt?" His long hair falls across his forehead, weighed down by the rain. You pull your fingers away from the back of your head and there's blood on your finger tips. He quickly scoops you up in his arms.

"No, put me down. I'm fine. I'm sure it's just a scratch." Even as your arm drapes around his broad shoulders.

"I have a medic on staff. Let's have her give you a quick once over." He carries you over to the building, "I can also have the cops down here if you want to press charges."

"That'll just make things worse. I didn't quite think this whole plan through, huh?" His lips quirk into a lopsided grin.

"No offense, but no you did not." He looks at you, "What's your name, darlin'?" You tell him your name, "I like that. You can call me Billy." He gives you a smile that makes you forget about all your scrapes and bruises.

@imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @e-dubbc11

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo fanfic #billy russo imagine

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Dudjfhek uhuh Billy with younger brother reader? them having a good sibling relationship, reader just likes hanging out with his older brother?,, and maybe reader being a guitarist trying to impress Billy with a song he spent weeks on learning?

HIS LITTLE BROTHER

Character(s): Billy Hargrove

Type of reader: M!Reader

Category: Fluff🥰✨

Warning(s): none

Edited: ❌

You were Billy's precious little brother. Yeah he may be an asshole to others and treats most people like pieces of shit, but with you, he was pretty sweet. And just like most little brothers, you'd follow him around like a lost puppy. But it's not like he cared that much.

"So.." Billy began as he gave you your slushy as the two of you began to walk back home. "I saw some music notes in the living room." Billy said as he looked ahead of him. "Oh yeah! I'm trying to learn how to play somethin' so I can..." You cut yourself off and quickly started drinking your slushy.

"So you can what?" Billy chuckled as he ruffled your hair. "It's a secret, you'll find out soon enough." You said with a smile. "Alright, if you say so kiddo." "Hey! I'm only three years younger!" Whenever Billy would go out for the night or late afternoon, you would quickly go to your guitar and play for as long as you wanted until he got back.

After all, you didn't want the little surprise you were working on to be spoiled so quickly.

You even had to beg Max not to tell him what you were planning, of course it took her a little bit of convincing till the begging just started to annoy her. A couple weeks had passed since you began your surprise for Billy, and just when everything was ready you went to go get him.

"Billy! I have a surprise for you!" You called out as you lightly knocked on his door. The door opened a few seconds after you knocked. "What's up?" Billy asked. "Follow me to the living room, I wanna show you somethin." You said and quickly made your way to the living room. Billy of course followed after you, curious on what you wanted to show him. You motioned him to sit down and he did while he picked up your guitar and positioned it in a way to make you comfortable.

"Sooo, this is basically the surprise I spent a long time workin on for you." You smiled before strumming your fingers against the strings.

A soft tune began playing before it turned into a more energetic kind of tune and that when you began singing the lyrics that you remembered from the top of your head. Once you were done you excitedly looked at Billy who sat there a bit shocked till a warm smile curled up on his lips.

He motioned you over and you went over to him. Billy stood up from the seat and gave you a twelve second hug in complete silence. "You wanna know somethin?" Billy asked as he released you from his semi tight grip. "What?"

"I'm glad I'm able to have such a sweet and kind brother, just like our mom."

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Curiosity At First Sight...

STRANGER THINGS CC X OC (BILLY HARGROVE) (ISABELA VASQUEZ/WHEELER

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Summary: This is just a little writing exercise for me. To see how I want Billy and Isa to meet or to even see each other before I think to the nitty-gritty. I hope you enjoy it! If you have any suggestions, let me know!

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Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Cursing, Suggestive writing, Slightly CRINGE WRITING-- Billy being.. Billy. BEWARE!!

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He knew he was going to be right... This place was absolutely shit. He wanted nothing else but to be right in the moment, taking lazy strides through the Hawkins High halls to find his homeroom. Once he finally found it, Billy knocked on the wooden door, just in time, too, as his teacher called his name.

"William? William Hargrove?" His home room teacher called out. His siren ocean eyes glared boils into the older man. God he hated that fucking name. Shoving his hands in his denim pockets, Billy huffed before glancing away.

"It's Billy.." He muttered, his ears perking up to the sound of soft whispers at his voice as it boomed but barely echoed through the classroom.

"Ah. You're very lucky that I just called your name Hargrove. Being late to homeroom on your first day wouldn't be a good look." Billy began slowly drowning out the light lecture, taking his seat swiftly at the desk he was directed to. More and more did the whispers and giggles find trail to his ears. He could feel the eye fucking from most of the girls in here.. except for one. The one he was sitting right next to. He glanced over at the quiet being. She was writing intensively, her abnormally long dark brown locks hiding most of her face from sight. The more he stared, the more he absorbed. He found it odd how focused she was on whatever she was doing. Work maybe? Made sense. They were trapped in hell. His bright blue orbs traced her exposed caramel skin, soft angel kisses trailing down her arm in a sporadic motion. The only time he was able to see her face was when he looked up at the clock, brushing the curls out of her face to give him the perfect view of her face catching the sun. Her eyes were big and brown, doe-like as she looked up at the mechanical clock on the wall. Her nose was small, but exotic with the way it curved and her lips.. her lips were the most interesting thing about her so far. The way her cupid bow softened and the way they pouted out was just right. Seemed like the freckles also appeared on her face. Billy wouldn't even call it freckles. He'd lean on the phrase angle kisses with the way they were positioned on her cheeks and chin. It was something. She was something.

One thing he couldn't fathom was why she wasn't she looking at him. Was she not aware of who he was? Did she not care? Did she think she was too good enough for him? All of those assumptions would be wrong, however. The exotic looking gal was definitely aware of his presence, her own ears flaring up as she very carefully heard the girls behind her speaking about him. The things that they were saying were enough to dust blush on her soft cheeks if she hadn't drowned them out with her own thinking. She didn't want to be horrendously down bad for this new guy, nor did she want to be thinking about him all the time. And so she ignored him, ignoring the turn in her stomach as she felt his eyes bore into her very soul. She ignored his carelessly wavy hair and the way it framed his goregous face. The young woman ignored the way his face made her melt and the fact that he WAS STARING RIGHT AT HER. She didn't know if he was checking her out or just staring through her. Out of the corner of her big doe eyes, she could just barely see his naturally bedroom eyes setting on her.

Saved by the bell, Isa got up, shoving her notebook into her crocheted bag and halling ass outta there. She left so quickly, she could've left skid marks behind. That gave Billy pause, scoffing at the absurdity of there interaction in its entirety. Her looked behind him, then back at the door.

"What the hell..?"

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There will be an attempt of art at this

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STOLEN HEARTS CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Billy nodded, “I know it's not,” he said, taking a bite of his food. My eyebrows raised in question, “You know? How do you know?” I asked. He finished chewing his food, opened his beer, and took a long sip. “He told me.” That was his answer before going back to eating. “Care to elaborate?” He shrugged, swallowing what was in his mouth. “He kind of sobered up a little after you left. I decided to give his drunk ass a ride home instead of kicking his ass and catching a lawsuit. He mumbled the whole way there in between telling me where to go. Sobered up more and broke down when we got there and saw you actually left.”

I threw my hands up in the air. “What the fuck did he think I would do?! Stay there and take his shit?! Did he send you over here to talk to me and get me to go back to him?! What happened to the Billy Hargrove that didn't give a fuck about anyone else but himself? Hm? Where did he go? Since when you fucking care, Billy? Not like you to do bitch work!” I yelled. Billy put his chopsticks down, placed his hands on the counter, and leant forward. “Watch your fucking tone with me. I didn't come here because of him or for him. I came here…because…”

“Because why, Billy? Because you felt bad for me?” He rolled his eyes “No, I don't feel bad for you. If you want the truth…the truth is, I know what it's like. I know I'm not some Saint and I was a jackass in school. I took advantage of girls and used them for my own pleasure because I know I could. Stacy is the same way. She uses men to her advantage. She finds you threatening because you have something she never will…Eddie and the fame. That’s what she wants, she wants fame. She gets Eddie then she can have fame.”

Billy stepped closer to me and leaned his hip and arm on the counter. “Look, at one point I was jealous of Munson. Not only was he able to get out of this shitty town, but he always had a very pretty girl on his arm. I'd be lying if I said that I haven't thought about stealing you away from him. Hell, back in school I had that thought all the time. But I knew you would never give me the time of day or a chance. You're not the kind of girl I wanted to just sleep with and more onto the next. I also saw the way you looked at Munson. It only provided that to me more when I was you guys together on MTV and shit. You're in love with the dickhead…”

There was a knock on the door stopping anything more Billy wanted to say. I froze and looked towards the front door. Who could that be? Maybe It's Robin…I did run into her a few times since we've been back and this is a small town, I'm sure everyone heard about what happened. “You going to get that?” I looked at Billy and raised an eyebrow. “What?” I asked. “The door. Are you going to get the door?” I was caught in my head that I didn't realize the person had gone from knocking to ringing the doorbell non-stop. “Yeah. Yeah, I'm getting there,” I said. When I didn't move Billy let out a loud annoyed sigh and walked to the door. “Wait! What're you doing?”

I chased after him but wasn't fast enough. Billy pulled the door open to reveal a very drunk or high? Maybe both…Eddie. Eddie looked up as I pushed Billy to the side. “I'll be in the kitchen if you need me.” I looked over at him and watched him walk away. Eddie scoffed and my head snapped back to him. The shock of him here turned into slight anger. “What do you want?” I asked, blocking him from coming inside. He was swaying back and forth and I could smell the alcohol on him. He had deep dark circles under his eyes, which told me he hadn't been sleeping.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” He slurred out, pointing a finger into the house. “What do you want, Edward?” His eyes snap down to look at me. “Well…I came over to apolo…apologize,” he hiccup. “But it looks like you have already moved on. Already fucking Hargrove! Can't say…say I didn't se–see that comin’!” I looked at him 8n disbelief. “Excuse me?! What the fuck is that supposed mean? You're the one going around fuck anything on two legs! You're the one that ruined this relationship. Not me! God, you're even drunk right now. I wouldn't even be surprised if you were also high, and with the way your eyes look I would say you are.”

Eddie scoffed, “You don't know shit! I ain't drunk or high!” I laughed at that. I mean I actually laughed out loud at that. “Have you looked in a fucking mirror?! You really thought you could come here and what? Apologize while your shit faced drunk?! You can't even stand up straight, Eddie! Besides, you made it very clear that you don't want me. I'm just a burden for you. I'm getting in your way of being famous! Now, get the fuck off my property!”

I pushed him, making him stumble back. I looked over to his van and froze. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I felt like I couldn't get a breath. Eddie followed my line of sight and cleared his throat. “That's not what it looks like.” I looked back at him and shook my head. “Leave. Now. I never want to talk to or see you ever again,” I whispered. I felt the tears burning the back of my eyes. “Babe…” I held my hand up to stop him. “Don't. You have no right to call me that. You've chosen who you want to be with. I cant–I can't fucking believe you.”

“What the fuck, man!” I felt Billy's hand on my shoulder. “Go back inside. I'll make sure they leave,” he said. “Fuck you! Get your hands off my girlfriend!” Eddie went to lunge forward but Billy put his hand out, pushing it against his chest. “You need to fucking leave me! What part of your fucked up brain told you it was a good idea to show up here with that fucking bitch? Huh?! Great job, man.”

I looked over at the van to see Stacy smirking at me. She crawled across ro the driver's side and yelled out the window. “Eddie, baby, come on!” We all looked over at her. She had a pouty smirk on her stupid ugly face. I saw nothing but red. I hadn't even realized that I was heading towards her or that I had ripped the door open until I was pulling her out of the van by her hair. “You fucking cunt! Let go of me!” I felt arms wrap around my waist and lift me off the ground, pulling me away from Stacy.

“That's enough! Stop! Damnit, yn, stop!” Billy yelled and threw me over his shoulder. “You might want to get you're little fuck toy out of her, Munson. Get your shit together while you're at it.” Billy didn't let go of me until we were back inside and he knew Eddie had left. I had lost all the fight at this point and just fell to the ground and cried.

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[thelovelylolly]

memories

summary : so there's no good reason in make believing that we could ever exist again warnings : out of character billy (just a teeny tinny bit), break up, cheating, billy still being toxic, yea this isn't happy notes : this song is just chef's kiss yall

You and Billy had been Hawkins High's 'it' couple. The guys envied to be him, the girls were jealous of you. Sure, you fought here and there, but your relationship was as perfect as highschool relationships could be.

Key word : was.

Everything was fine Billy was winning one basketball game after another, you were there on the sidelines cheering him on. But you noticed one thing was off.

Another girl was wearing his varsity jacket, the one you always wore the halls. You had given it back to him for the game, but instead he gave it to another girl.

"Why did she have your jacket on?" You asked as he drove you home.

Billy sighed before answering, "she was cold, I offered it to her and she took. It doesn't mean anything, don't overreact."

You wish you did. Maybe then you wouldn't have caught him and the same girl in the locker room before the game. You went in to wish Billy luck and give him a kiss, but he was too busy shoving his tongue down her throat to notice you.

She was the one to pull away and scurry away. As she passed you, you purposely moved so you hit her shoulder with your own. She stumbled a bit, but you kept staring at Billy.

"Listen, babe-"

"We're done," you said sharply. You pulled his varsity jacket off and threw it at him. "Give her your jacket, I'm sure she's still cold."

You walked home, not caring how cold or dark it was getting. You were fuming and you hoped a walk would calm you down.

It didn't.

You stormed through the door and ignored your parents' questions, heading straight for your room. You shut your door behind you and locked it. You didn't bother to turn any lights on, you were going to bed anyway. Maybe some sleep will help.

Wrong.

You couldn't sleep. You kept thinking about all the good times with Billy, you kept thinking about how many times you excused his shitty behavior, you kept thinking about all the signs that it was going to end this way,

Tears started to fall onto your pillow and you didn't even fight to stop them. You rolled over and grabbed your other pillow, squeezing it tightly as sobs wracked your body.

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You woke up to a tear soaked pillow and puffy eyes. You rolled over towards your window and were met with harsh sunlight. You groaned as you got out of bed, still in your clothes from last night.

A sudden knock came from your door.

"Honey! Billy's here!" Your mom called from the other side.

Maybe if you hid under the covers and didn't answer, this whole thing would go away. No more Billy, no more cheating.

Another knock came from door.

"Sweetheart, it's me. Can I come in?"

Damn it.

You walked over to your door, pushing your shoes from last night to the side. You unlocked the door and yanked it open.

Billy was smiling when he looked at you. Smiling. The audactiy.

His smile suddenly dropped when he saw you. Your messy hair, puffy eyes, and tear streaks on your cheeks.

"Sweetheart-"

"Shut up, Billy. How stupid are you to show up here after what you did?"

"Let me explain-"

"No! You don't deserve a chance to explain yourself!"

He grabbed your hands, and you had to resist the urge to pull away. "Please, I'm sorry."

You sighed, pulling your hands away and turning away. "Fine, since you came, I guess I'll let you stay."

Billy followed you inside your room, closing the door behind him. You walked over to your desk while he sat on the edge of the bed.

"For as long as it takes to grab your books and coat, and that one good cologne that you bought when we were fighting!" You yelled, throwing any item of his that you had at him.

Billy was surprised by your sudden change in attitude. He stood up, not catching anything you were throwing at him. "What is wrong with you?! I came here to apologize and this is how you treat me?!"

"Oh, you're mad at me?! At least I wasn't in the locker room shoving my tongue down some girl's throat, you asshole!"

"You don't understand-"

"I don't care, Billy! Go home, it's over."

Billy opened his mouth to argue back, but nothing came out. He sighed and turned towards the door. He could feel your eyes staring at the back of his head as he left your room. He didn't bother closing the door, knowing that you would probably slam the door to prove your point.

"I hope you stay in my memories!" You called after him.

Billy turned to look at you again, but was met with your door slamming shut.

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove angst

[writer-in-theory]

Steve hates giving gifts.

He used to love it, used to think that was the only way to show people how much he cared about them. He wasn't the one with the smartest words, wasn't the best shoulder to cry on, wasn't even the best to spend much time around back in the day. But he always had an empty house full of enough booze for countless parties, and he had too much money to know what to do with. This was how he was useful, this was how he made being around him worth it to his friends and partners.

It was all he knew, giving gifts. That was how his parents kept their marriage alive, by spending money on each other. It was how they kept in touch with him, too. Steve wouldn't see his parents for months but they always paid him a hefty allowance, always made sure to send the best clothes when they missed another planned visit. It was fine, because it was what he knew.

But then Billy came along with his devil-may-care attitude and rough way with words.

It hadn't taken long until Billy was practically throwing himself on top of Steve on the couch, limbs so entangled Steve wasn't sure they'd ever be able to disconnect. Billy just held on though, telling him a scarily hesitant, "You know you don't have to buy me, right, pretty boy?"

"I'm not buying you," Steve protested, though couldn't help but turn his head so his face was nestled in Billy's neck where he didn't have to look at him.

"Okay," Billy conceded, hold tightening for just a moment before his arms relaxed again. "Just lettin' you know being with you's enough for me. You're enough for me."

He said it so simply, but the words knocked around in Steve's brain for days after. Billy never brought it up again, maybe realizing that this belonged in that carefully guarded box labeled 'Steve's parental trauma: do not touch'.

But Steve thought about it. He noticed.

Giving gifts could be great. He remembered his heart soaring when Nancy had remembered his birthday and actually put effort and thought into what she'd gotten him. It was a small little stuffed lion from a discount store just outside of town, and Nancy apologized for it not being fancy but he loved it because it reminded her of him specifically. But Steve, he hated what he did. He bought and bought for everything—roses and chocolates and expensive treats because that was all he ever knew. He'd made friends by shelling out enough of his parents' earned income. If there was a fight, or if someone was upset but didn't want to communicate, everything could be fixed with enough money.

And that thought alone made Steve's stomach curdle.

But there was another option.

"Being with you's enough. You're enough for me."

No one had ever thought he was enough, as is. Straight from the box, right out of the package, already perfect. But Billy did, he did.

So Steve wanted more time with him. Instead of hiding in his room to slog through studying he invited Billy over, when he was hosting DnD night every other week he'd invite the other boy over in lieu of sitting there completely lost at the Party's game alone. He brought the boy into his life even more than Steve thought possible.

And you know what? Steve was the happiest he could have ever been.

Because Billy didn't need anything from him to stick around, he just needed Steve Harrington, as is. And that was enough.

#i have billy's love language in my drafts now #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger jays #harringrove ficlet

[stever-things]

The Biggest Asshole in Indiana | Part 2 | Billy Hargrove x Reader

A/N: I'm thinking of making this a three parter with maybe an epilogue but I'm not sure yet. All I know is that this shit is gonna be angsty.

Warnings: Kissing, heartbreak, angst

Part One Part Three

Ever since you had met Billy, you couldn't stop thinking about him. When you were at stoplights in the intersection off of 3rd and Mabry by Hawkins High, in the middle of class, or even when you were trying to fall asleep at night.

Thoughts of him plagued you.

It didn't help that you were your brother's designated driver. I mean, it wasn't Nancy. She was occupied balancing the newspaper and her fizzling relationship with Steve.

Every Thursday during the summer, when the kids got together to go to the arcade, the movies, or whatever they had planned—you were the one picking them up.

And every time you pulled up at Max's house, Billy was outside on the porch, sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose, smoking a cigarette.

Max would come running out of the house, letting the door slam shut behind her as she made her way to your car.

But this time was different. Before you could put your car in reverse, Billy was sauntering down the driveway, knocking on your window.

A sly smile spread on his face as you rolled it down, "You need something?"

"Dinner at eight."

You raised a brow, "Confident, are we?"

Mike stared between the two of you, his lips pressed tightly together.

But Max wasn't the silent type, shouting "Go away, Billy!" from the backseat.

"Zip it, Maxine," He snapped back, focusing his attention on you, "So what do you say? We can go to the diner by the school."

You shook your head, trying to conceal your flushed cheeks, "I'll think about it, Hargrove."

He stepped back from the car, hooking his fingers in his belt loops, a cocky look on his face, "See you then, Wheeler."

As you pulled out of the driveway, rolling your window back up, Mike turned towards you, "You're not seriously thinking about going to dinner with him, Y/N."

It was less of a question and more of a "You're crazy", but you just let out a sigh, "I'm a big girl, Mike. I can handle myself. I'm not even sure if I'm going yet."

Max crossed her arms in the backseat, "He's not a good guy, Y/N. He enjoys hurting people. He's only interested in one thing."

"You guys don't give me enough credit."

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The kids had decided to hang out at the mall today, so Steve offered to give them rides home. Which was lucky for you, because you were too busy crimping your hair, teasing it just enough to add some volume but not enough to make you look like you just stepped out of a hair ad.

Batting your eyelashes as you applied mascara, you almost didn't hear the knock at your door.

Mike twist the handle, pushing it open, looking you up and down, "You're joking, right?"

Rolling your eyes, you glanced back at him, "Leave me alone, Mike, I'm getting ready."

"You're going out with him!" He exclaimed, hands on his hips, "This isn't going to go well, Y/N. He's a... a... a womanizer!"

"It's one date."

His eyes widened, "Oh, so it's a date now?"

"Shut up, Mike." You groaned, rising from your chair and turning towards him.

"Mom and dad are going to kill you."

You crossed your arms, "Mom and dad don't care what I do."

"Dad will if he finds out what Billy does in his free time."

"Does he know what you and El do in your free time?"

Your brother shrunk back, "That's not fair."

Heading towards your door, you looked down at him, "Move, Mike."

And he did, no questions asked.

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Standing outside the diner, you regretted not bringing a sweater or jacket to wear over your dress. It was a vibrant shade of pink, so vibrant that when the light hit it, you practically glowed.

So when Billy pulled up in his Camaro, you weren't surprised when he looked you up and down, a lopsided smile on his face, "I could see you from a mile away, Wheeler."

You nodded, "That was the whole point."

"You know, I wasn't sure you were going to show up."

Looking down at the ground, you agreed, "I could say the same about you."

"Well here I am. Shall we?"

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Dinner went by like a blur. And surprisingly, Billy was the perfect gentleman. He pulled your chair out for you, paid for you meal, and asked questions about you and your life.

Leaving the restaurant, he slid an arm around your waist, his body pressed up against yours, "You know, I don't really want this night to end."

"Me neither."

"So what do you say we go somewhere else?"

You tilt your head up at him, "Like where?"

"I don't know—we could go see a movie."

A smile spread across your face, "Okay."

Opting to let him drive you over rather than take two separate cars, the drive over was quiet. That is, until he pulled into a parking spot at the back of the theater.

Turning towards you, he brushed the hair out of your face, gently tucking it behind your ear. Before you knew what he was doing, his lips were mere inches away from yours. So you leaned in, letting your mouths move against each other.

The two of you stayed like that awhile, kissing in his car all the while the center console got in the way.

But good things always come to an end. You should have known when he started shrugging his jean jacket off and sliding a hand up your dress.

Not wanting to break the kiss, you pushed his hand back down. But it was back mere seconds later, causing you to pull away from him.

Looking into his eyes, you could see the disappointment on his face.

Shaking your head, you sank back into your seat, your head in your hands, muttering, "God, I'm an idiot."

Billy chewed on his bottom lip, "You alright?"

You looked over at him, "They were right. You really do only want one thing."

"Y/N..." He trailed off, "I—Did you really expect something different from me?"

"Yeah, Billy. I did."

"I'm guessing you don't want to see a movie."

"There was never really a movie, was there?"

His silence answered your question.

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Billy dropped you back off at the diner, where your beat up car was still sitting in the parking lot.

Thanking him for dinner, you pushed open the car door and unlocked your car without another word.

Not wanting to give him the pleasure of seeing you cry, you put your car in reverse, pulling away from the diner—and pulling away from Billy.

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When you got home that night, you parked the car and immediately went to your room, not uttering a word to your mom or siblings.

Falling onto your bed, you hugged your pillow close to your body, tears spilling out on the pillowcase.

Without saying a word, Mike came in the room, sitting down beside you and rubbing your back. He wasn't an ass about it, he just sat there and made sure you were okay. And that was more than you could have ever asked for.

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[discodeviant]

HARRINGROVE WEEK, DAY 4: Eighteen | Teen | 2.9k

SURPRISE: The Projection Room at The Hawk 

How Many Candles on the Birthday Cake: 18 years old

Specific Dialogue: “I don’t need another friend.”

Thank you to @shieldofiron for assuring me that the intro didn't suck lol <3 Came from a separate idea I had a while ago and never did anything with, so I hope you enjoy it! 😚

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King Steve…

A burden so heavy that it kept his head down when he was finally single again. Even the freshmen had already been told about him, and they wanted him just as much as the other seniors did. Until October, at least, when they realized just how lame he’d become. But that was high school, and the girls didn’t matter. Nancy didn’t matter; they were still friends anyway, so not all was entirely lost. Steve still had pieces of the crown preserved by Tommy for a while, and then even he turned out to be low, and the king had no subjects.

People weren’t so interesting, then. His best friend was a middle schooler he babysat for 2 hours on weekdays and some Saturdays. Jonathan was an acquaintance at best, someone whose reputation was never high enough to care about it falling lower after his brother had gone missing. He rolled his eyes at the pity thrown his way; if it were Steve, he’d have gone mad. But those days, no one regarded him either, and skipping out on parties doubled his time at home alone to look at himself in the mirror and think he’d lost his charm entirely.

It was February when he looked at Billy Hargrove with more than disdain.

“Hey, man.”

Before, Steve tried not to look at him at all even in the classes they shared, but Billy found a way into his field of view anyhow. He answered the questions that Steve got wrong with just enough edge to keep his attention. He talked too damn much in gym class, and Steve always left with a pulsing headache. He shot spitballs, shoulder checked, knocked Steve down more pegs than he could count—since fucking Halloween.

And then, one day, one cold, sunny Tuesday, he didn’t.

Steve’s heart dropped a little when Billy Hargrove didn’t tease him at their lockers that morning. No spitballs, no shoulder checks, no more pegs. Steve had lost the last piece of his crown to Billy’s silence, and maybe it had never really been there to begin with. He hadn’t slept like a king since the night Barb drowned. In his pool. At his party—his last, artificial little get-together before he was riddled with guilt and nightmares that led him to isolate even more. He wasn’t going to college or getting hitched at nineteen like his parents did, and now he wasn’t even worth Billy’s daily torment. The fall of the king. He felt like a tragedy.

“Don’t wanna deal with Bravo either, huh?”

That was one of many days he’d been weighed down by the dense, foggy storm-cloud in his head. Zoning out since he woke up, voices blending into fuzz and lights making his eyes throb with the dull ache of an oncoming migraine—he skipped History to go outside. Under the bleachers by the running track where no one would see him close his eyes, rest into his palms, remind himself to breathe before he couldn’t. A moment to stop thinking about Billy and all of the reasons why he wasn’t worth Steve’s time either. He was crass and rude and cocky as all hell. His face was too intense when they made eye contact, that smile too wide when he shoved Steve into the the gym-mat wall. Billy played with his hair too goddamn much, and Sometimes Steve wondered what it felt like. No one had curls like that in Hawkins.

Somehow it turned out that his innermost demons had gone to haunt him anyway when he recognized that golden glint through the cracks of the stand. He stood and peered through, careful in case Billy noticed his presence because the guy seemed to have a nose for him. For a second, Billy looked over towards the bleachers, but his head turned back around. He scanned the track, walking quickly with a force in his step that Steve had only seen him with a few times. His fists clenched, and he tossed his bag on the ground by the starting line. Kept his jacket on to stay warm. Stretched a little. Took a deep breath. Ran like hell.

Steve’s head throbbed even worse looking out in the sun. Suddenly he was burning up even in the cold. Billy hadn’t changed out of his gym clothes, still in green shorts and a sweaty t-shirt. He held a steady pace but remained tense for a while, past the bleachers where Steve pulled back into the shadows so as not to be seen. His heart thrummed. Billy’s frame shrunk in the distance the further he went around the curve, then closer when he came back for a second lap. Steve dipped back and leaned forth again. It was too hot. He was too hot, and he had too much energy. Billy hadn’t seen him all day, so maybe he wouldn’t notice then either.

Steve thought he was right when Billy didn’t answer him. “I, uh—honestly didn’t really… get what the book was saying last night. You know, I… I start reading, and it just… poof!” It was harder to run in jeans than if he’d also stayed in his gym clothes, but it wasn’t his plan to follow Billy down the track in a sprint before matching his speed. Billy glanced over his shoulder for a moment before turning it back ahead of him, and still nothing, but he noticed. His fists relaxed, and Steve took that as something. “I don’t know. I guess I’m bored of American history. Rather go back to world—“

“Why are you following me, Harrington?” Billy asked, and Steve nearly stopped in his tracks.

“Well, I wasn’t, first of all. I got here first.” Billy slowed to let him catch up, and they ran side-by-side. “Besides, you haven’t said anything, like, all day. It’s weird.”

“Why, you miss me bugging you that much?”

Steve said, “You wish,” and looked over at Billy to see that his face remained unchanged. Tight lips, flared nostrils, sweat on his temple. He just grunted and stayed quiet for a while.

A full lap later, he finally spoke again, more audibly out of breath this time. “I don’t need another friend, you know.”

Steve huffed and rolled his eyes, and maybe it stung a little. He couldn’t be sure that Billy had any when his sister even rejected to spend more time with him than she had to. “Never said I wanted to be your friend.” Maybe he should have stayed under the bleachers. For the first time, Billy’s gaze blinked down, and his fists tightened just long enough to crack the knuckles in his thumbs. “Do you want me to go? I’ll leave you alone.”

“I didn’t say that.”

So Steve kept running.

When they reached Billy’s jacket again, he finally stopped, and Steve doubled over to catch his breath. “Fuck, thank god.”

Billy laughed, patted his back, and asked, “You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, fine—“ he said, straightening his back and stretching his shoulders, unintentionally pushing away the only gentle touch Billy had ever given him. For some reason, Billy stayed.

“Sure?” he asked, straight-faced again, looking so deeply into Steve’s eyes that he thought Billy was trying to pry something out of him. “You can say no.” The faintest hint of a smile pulled on Billy’s top lip—hardly enough to notice, but Steve did anyway. This time he was the one with no words. “You, uh… wanna get out of here?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, let’s… yeah.”

So they took Billy’s car through Hawkins and around the next town, nowhere to go, no one to stop them. Billy smoked with the window down, still opting for silence over conversation, but Steve found that he didn’t mind his music so much when it backed the open road.

“What were you doing out there?”

“Hm?” Billy glanced over at him, cig in his mouth, eyebrows arched. “Out where?”

“The track. It’s fucking cold.”

He shrugged. “Clearing my head.”

“Did it work?” Steve asked at the cost of another scrutinizing glance. A little softer this time, but maybe his eyes were deceiving him.

“Mostly.”

“Did I ruin it?”

Billy smirked then, and Steve slouched with relief. “Nah.”

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“You didn’t tell me it was your birthday.”

They’d been doing this thing for a while by then. Being not-friends because Billy didn’t need any, and Steve didn’t want to be his friend anyway. Meeting at the bleachers during class, running in silence, driving, listening, thinking instead of talking out loud. It was nice. They still weren’t friends.

“Was I supposed to?” Billy looked good with the single strip of sun over his face and in his eye when he blinked it away. His eyelashes shimmered brighter than his hair, richer than any gold Steve had ever seen. Smoke between his fingers that he let fizzle out more than he dragged. Maybe people weren’t interesting, but they weren’t Billy Hargrove. They didn’t give him the time.

“I mean. I don’t know. Could’ve got you something,” he said, and Billy smiled, laughing from his nose.

“King Steve wants to give little old me a birthday present.” Then he did take a drag. The hue on his face reminded Steve of their drive two weeks before, when they stayed out late because neither of them had kids to look after. Billy had kissed him and regretted it. Gotten shy before he decided to, even more so after it happened—when Steve wanted to talk about it, to ease the fear in his eyes with assurance that he liked it, that he wanted it again. He thought Billy would ignore him after that, but he showed up at the track like always.

“Friends usually do that,” Steve said, quiet, afraid that Billy would… leave?

“We friends, Harrington? You change your mind?”

He sighed. “No.” Billy passed him the cigarette and let him take a long, slow puff, not looking away even when Steve’s attention was on his lips. “Let’s catch a movie or something.” He handed it back.

“What movie?”

“I don’t know. Does it matter?”

“If we’re gonna see a movie, I’d rather not hate it.”

“We’ll see what’s playing. Come on.” For a moment, Billy didn’t move even when Steve stood up and fixed his jeans. So Steve leaned over with practiced hesitance, a special blend of careful and domineering just for Billy. This was something he had to take initiative on, so he did without second guessing himself. Billy accepted the gesture, allowed Steve to hold his hand, bring him to his feet and squeeze before they let go to head back to the parking lot. They drove their cars individually to the theater and met back up inside.

The ticket boy waved them in without a word, and Steve paid for their concession, much to Billy’s displeasure. “Not on your birthday,” he said, letting Billy roll his eyes all he wanted, knowing he wouldn’t change his mind. One bucket of popcorn, two drinks, a big bag of M&M’s, and Billy was ready to find a couple of back row seats on the off chance that Steve would hold his hand again, but the pull on his jacket kept him from going through the door. “This way.”

“What?”

“I help the owner out on weekends sometimes. Which means… free tickets, food discounts, and…” They walked through a door marked for employees. “Exclusive seats.” Billy went through with a questioning eye but didn’t ask where they were going. One short flight of stairs later, Steve was knocking on another door that opened not a few seconds later.

“Steve!”

“Hey, Marsh,” he said, letting Marshall—owner of The Hawk—pat him on the arm in greeting. “Got room up here?”

“Of course. Show’s starting in about ten minutes, then I’ll be out of your hair.” So Marshall let them in, and Billy’s attention was immediately on the window that looked out over the auditorium. About a third of the seats were filled with people who didn’t think twice about anyone putting the movie on for them, eating and talking until the lights would dim. “Cool, huh?” Marshall asked him, and he nodded with that nervous-excited face he wore sometimes that Steve liked just as much as all his other faces. Maybe not as much as when he smiled, really smiled, but that was a rare sight to see.

Ten minutes later, Marshall left with the request that Steve keep an eye on the film, which he promised he would. He and Billy sat in the two chairs, watching from their special view, taking turns eating out of their bucket—which sat on the desk—and remaining quiet for a while longer. Steve watched Billy more than the movie, and there were a few times when he’d caught Billy’s eyes looking back at him before they flicked to the screen again. The one time they remained on Steve, he asked, “What are you looking at, Harrington?”

“You,” Steve said, unashamed, whispering like they were in the audience.

“How many chicks have you brought up here, huh?”

“What makes you think I have?”

Billy faltered, eyes wide open as Steve ate another few pieces of popcorn with a grin that didn’t hide how much he enjoyed the moment they were sharing. All of their moments since Billy showed up in his dreary little town, all fire and burning rage that he let go of when they kissed two weeks ago. Steve said, “Chicks get the back row,” and wiped his hand on the knee of his jeans. “But, to be honest with you, I haven’t had a date in months.” Then, again, he reached for Billy’s, slipping his fingers between the gaps and rubbing his thumb along the back. “I come here to clear my head.”

Billy leaned closer and asked, “Does it work?” though Steve had a feeling the question ran deeper than that.

“Mostly,” he said, because all the times he cleared his head let Billy remain front and center.

“Am I ruining it?”

“Nah,” Steve told him, soft gaze peering into one that was hesitant and frightened, ready to bolt at any sign of deception that never came. “You’re the one thing I keep up there.”

“Steve…” Billy was already a nose away, having moved closer against his better judgment, chasing his heart that Steve had lassoed and reeled in so, so long ago.

“C’mere,” he said, whispered so softly that Billy could only hear because of how quiet everything else had gone. But he listened, and he leaned in closer, into Steve’s hand that found its way to his cheek and his hair. Steve kissed him first then, short and salty and buttery and still the sweetest thing he’d tasted in his life.

“Steve,” Billy said again, near-silent into another kiss that lasted longer, that Steve made sure would last until he knew it was real.

“Billy…” He was out of breath, hand gripping Steve’s tighter than ever. “I really like you, okay? I do.” Even speaking, their mouths didn’t separate, and they couldn’t hardly open their eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“What the hell does that mean? Yes, I’m sure.” Steve couldn’t help chuckling. He pressed his forehead to Billy’s, feeling that golden curl trapped between them, scalding like it would imprint on his skin just the same as every other part of Billy that had already. His gaze, his voice, his touch no matter how rough and daunting. They made Steve so weak to recall every morning and night, every time he closed his eyes, all over his body inside and out.

“Not just saying that ‘cause it’s my birthday, are you?” he asked, and Steve shook his head, rubbed his thumb along Billy’s cheekbone and curled his fingers in his hair.

“You’re a goddamn catch. How couldn’t I?”

Billy laughed, and Steve leaned back to watch that smile come and go, trying to hide itself away. “I’m an asshole.” Steve shook his head again.

“I don’t know, you’re pretty sweet to me.”

He blushed, and Steve liked to think he was the only person who could make him. “Sometimes.”

“More than you think.”

The longer they sat together in the dark, the deeper their kisses became, and the closer they sat. Billy was damn near in his lap by the time he had to work the projector, shaky and out of breath but still without a hitch.

“You should come over,” Steve said once he was done with the film, leaning down over the back of Billy’s chair and wrapping his arms around broad shoulders. He played with the buttons of Billy’s dress shirt, doing them up one by one and deliberately brushing his fingers against his chest.

“I gotta pick up Max at nine.” His head leaned back against Steve, eyes closed, forgetting where they were with a hot breath against his ear.

“And I’ve got cake mix that’s not gonna bake itself. Come on, let’s go.” Steve kissed his neck, his cheek, then walked back around to take his hand and stand him up. One last kiss to his mouth before they left for their cars again, on the way to Steve’s house where they still, after all this time, couldn’t just be friends.

#harringroveweek #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #steve x billy #one shot #fanfic #.discowrites #ao3

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

Run to the Hills

Possession for Day 6 of @mungroveweek !

It had been four days since Eddie had last seen his boyfriend, and at this point, he was worried. It had been almost three months since they'd become official. Well, as "official" as a gay couple in Hawkins could be. The two carefully sneaking behind the backs of judging eyes with only a handful of people knowing about the couple. If he couple, Eddie would excitedly get on a table and two the world about his love for Billy. He wanted to do that more than anything, but he couldn't. Not here in Bumfuck, Indiana. Not when Billy still lived with the walking shitbag that was Neil Hargrove. The blonde never said it, but Eddie saw the look of fear that crossed his boyfriend's eyes when the topic of his father came up.

"Kid, you okay?" Eddie didn't realize how anxiously he'd been scribbling into his notebook until he was surprised by his uncle's hand on his shoulder. The metalhead looked back to see his uncle holding the ugly Garfield mug Eddie bought him last father's day in his free hand with a concerned look on his face. "You look all worked up about something."

"It's nothing, Wayne." Eddie waved his uncle off. "Just...thinking about something."

"About that boy of yours? Haven't seen him come 'round these past few days."

"No, just...just trying to get ready for my senior year. Again. I'm thinking about getting a tutor." A blatant lie. Wayne didn't need to know that.

"Right." Wayne replied with a raised eyebrow. "Well, I'm leaving for work. Make sure to lock the door behind you when you leave."

"Yeah, sure." Eddie agreed half heartedly as Wayne left the trailer. His attention returned to the notebook page now covered almost completely in black pen scribbles. Damn it, this was really starting to bother him. Eddie glanced to the side at the phone on the wall. He wanted to call Billy. But there was also the chance Neil would pick up. Eddie could only imagine what the man would do if another boy called asking to talk to his son. "Damn it." Eddie cursed quietly, contemplating what to do when there was a knock on the front door.

"The hell?" Eddie asked out loud as he got up. Going over to the door with mild confusion. "Wayne?" He called out experimentally. "You forget something?" The teen pressed his face to the door and looked through the peephole. His eyes widened as he recognized the figure on his porch. Eddie practically yanked the door open where he was greeted by the familiar figure of his boyfriend. "Billy! Holy shit!" Eddie exclaimed, probably a bit too loudly, but he didn't care. "Fuck, I was starting to get worried about you," Eddie led the blonde into the trailer excitedly," I almost called-wait, shit, Billy, are you okay?" It took a solid minute for Eddie to notice the state of his boyfriend. Billy stared at him blankly as his body shook. A sheen of sweat covered his distressed face with a mess of blonde curls matted to the sides. He looked like a hot mess. Even worse, Eddie took note of the bruises that covered his arms and chest.

"Fuck, what happened to you?" Eddie asked as he gently took one of Billy's hands in his. "Did that bastard do that to you? I swear to God, I'll kill him if he did-"

"Already did that." Billy finally spoke, his voice coming out through gritted teeth. "You're next."

"What?" Eddie asked as confusion knit into his face. "Come on, dude, what-?" Eddie was cut off by one of the blonde's hands darting out and grabbing him by the throat. Immediately, the boy began to panic as he tried to struggle against Billy's grip. He watched in horror as Billy's veins began to bulge and his eyes darkened. With a supernatural strength, Billy lifted him off the ground single handedly.

"He became a part of us. So will you and everyone else in this God forsaken town." The voice that spilled out wasn't Billy. Eddie knew his boyfriend, this wasn't him. Something was wearing his skin like a disgusting flesh puppet. Maybe an alien. Eddie was struggling to think as he struggled to stay awake and breathe. His arms fell to the side as things started to grow fuzzy. Barely maintaining consciousness when the grip suddenly relented.

Eddie fell to the floor, gasping for air as his vision swam back into the focus. Looking up, Eddie saw Billy standing above him as his body twitched and jerked side to side.

"You can't have him."

"You can't tell us what we can have."

"No! I'll fucking kill you if you touch him again."

"Why must you continue to fight?"

Eddie watched in confusion as Billy's voice switched back and forth, his arms literally tearing at each other when his head snapped to face Eddie.

"Run!" Billy's voice screamed at him. Eddie couldn't help but obey as his feet carried him out the door and far, far away from his home and his boyfriend. A sinking feeling buried itself in Eddie's gut as he wondered what the hell he was supposed to do now.

#stranger things #fanfiction #stranger things au #eddie munson #billy hargrove #mungrove #mungrove week #billy x eddie #mind flayer #possession #wayne munson #neil hargrove is his own warning

[magicalqueennightmare]

Sins & Amends Chapter 50

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary/Warnings: Misunderstanding be damned. You and Billy have a heart to heart, you reveal something you've hid and maybe there's a chance to work towards a new start

One thing you'd loved about Curtis from the first time you met him. The man didn't ask questions if a friend told him they needed something. 

He showed up at your place and when you opened the door he handed you the keys to his car then proceeded to grab a drink out your fridge and sit on the couch "I'll be here however long you need me to stay with her Y/N. Go take care of whatever you have to" 

You leaned over the back of the couch and hugged him around the shoulders "You're one in a million Curt" he laughed and said "Can i get that in writing?" You grabbed your jacket and slipped it on before replying "Hell I'll even get Foggy to notarize it" "Be careful" he called as you headed out the door.

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You hadn't exactly planned what you were going to say to him as you parked in front of Billy's building. A sick thought occurred of the possibility of him having someone in his place with him but you pushed it off your mind. 

You had to know what was going on with him even if it was just to make sure it wouldn't mess up his schedule seeing Adi because normally that would've been his first stop.

You locked Curtis's car and slid the keys into pocket. You kept an eye on your surroundings until you got in the building then headed for the elevator.

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When you finally got to the third floor you found your steps slowing the closer you got to his door and realized you were nervous. Every fear you'd ever had about Billy was popping up in your head. From him having someone in there all the way to him deciding family life wasn't for him. No he loved Adi. That much you'd bet everything on.

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You stopped in front of his door and took a deep breath before knocking. You heard his muffled voice from the other side say something along the lines of "Hold on" before the door was swinging open to show Billy dressed in a dark blue t-shirt and black jeans. He'd taken his jacket off since you'd saw him but it was apparent he'd been wide awake.

His dark eyes scanned your face for a long moment worry showing plainly in them "Y/N? Are you ok? Is Adi ok?" You finally nodded after a moment spent just staring into his eyes "I'm fine and she's ok but I need to talk to you"

You saw him take a deep breath like he was bracing himself for something before he stepped back and motioned you inside "Come on in"

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You stood just inside Billy's door and let your eyes flicker around his apartment. You'd been there a couple times but it was such a contrast to how his last place had been it startled a part of you still. 

The only decoration in the place was a few pictures of Adi scattered around the room. 

Everything else was so blatantly bare it hurt some part of you to see. You finally turned to face him and realized he'd been staring at you so you decided to jump in head first "Billy you've acted weird towards me since Christmas. Now I don't know what I did but please tell me. At least for Adi's sake cause I don't know a lot about the whole co parenting thing but I know everything is easier when two people are on the same page"

"It's you and Matt" he finally said after a moment and you took a tentative step towards him before you found the words to ask "What about me and Matt?" 

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Billy couldn't look you in the eye as the memories flooded his head. Of all the things he'd worked to get back a large part of him wished those memories had been among the ones Frank had knocked permanently out of his head.

He could see you that night in Josie's. He'd found out about you seeing Matt from some mutual friends. He couldn't quite remember who but he'd seen you around with him and couldn't help but show up at the bar once he discovered Matt and Foggy frequented it.

He'd sat in the corner knowing how to lose himself in a crowd and waited. It wasn't long before he'd heard your voice. He followed the sound to see you sitting in a corner booth with Matt, Alice and Kenzie.

For longer than he'd ever care to admit he'd watched you and Matt. You were beautiful. The black jeans you wore hugged your body perfectly and the red top showed just enough cleavage to be sexy but not too showy. Matt was attentive to you. Never turning away when he spoke and leaning closer when the noise in the bar started to grow. 

He watched as you had leaned your head over on Matt's arm much like you had tonight. He had broken the beer bottle in his hand when you tilted Matt's face towards yours and left a lingering kiss on his lips. 

You had looked happy until you saw him then your whole demeanour had changed. You whispered something to Matt then when he'd purposely stepped in your path when the two of you started to leave. You'd grabbed Matt's arm and walked out, he hadn't even wanted to imagine what you'd done when you'd left the bar.

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The longer Billy remained quiet the more worried you got. When he started rubbing his hand roughly across his head, tugging slightly at the longer locks that'd grown out since he'd been out you knew you had to do something to break him out his own mind so you stepped closer to him and gently put your hands on both sides of his face. "Billy?" 

He blinked a few times before his eyes finally focused on yours. You smiled when you saw that he was actually looking at you "Talk to me. What is bothering you about me and Matt?" 

He closed his eyes and took a few slow breaths before he finally covered your hands with his own holding them to his face "I remember you being with him. I remember the two of you as a couple after I broke up with you. Every time I've been around you and him together it digs it in a little deeper. He's a good guy Y/N. A better guy than me"

"Billy open your eyes" when he did as you asked you pulled your hand free from his face but before his face could fall from the perceived rejection you grabbed one of his hands and placed it on your pulse point on your neck "My heart beat speeds up when I lie..no matter how hard I try for it not to so I want you to feel as I say this. I was with Matt yes. He treated me damn good and me and him are still close friends and hopefully will remain friends because by now I couldn't imagine my life without him in it but I do not want to be with him like that. Nothing with him ever came anywhere near you. When I think of my future these days I think about Adi and you"

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His dark eyes never left yours as you spoke and you felt his hand shift to be cupping the side of your face instead of holding your neck "Do you mean that?" He asked in a low voice that made your stomach flip "Yes Billy I mean it"

Without thinking you surged forward catching his lips in a quick kiss. He looked as stunned as you felt when you pulled back. You studied each other for a moment before he was suddenly kissing you like he was trying to make up for the years you'd been apart.

Every part of your body felt like it was on fire as Billy advanced on you and you backed up until your back hit a wall never daring to pull your lips from his in fear of breaking the moment. His kiss had always been intoxicating and after this long you felt like an alcoholic that had allowed themselves a drink of the finest whiskey.

His hands smoothed down your sides pulling light noises from your lips as you moved your hands to his shoulders trying to pull him even closer. He let his hands move lower to grip your hips tightly which caused a gasp of surprise to leave you.

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As suddenly as it had started it was over. Billy drew back from you and backed away like you were on fire. Your chest was heaving from his actions moments before but you were hurt. Did you do something wrong? Or did he really just not want you like that any more?

"I can't do this. Not now" he muttered and it felt like a slap in the face when it occurred to you he meant kissing you. "Why can't you kiss me Billy?" You asked, feeling very defensive until he spun around and the emotions in his eyes made your breath catch in your throat 

"Because I don't want to just kiss you. I want nothing more than to show you how much I've missed your touch, your taste..those sounds you make when you're under me and coming undone. But I can't. I love you and our daughter with everything I have but I'm not fucking up this second chance. I need to be the man you both deserve and being with you like that now wouldn't be right"

You threw up your hands in a mixture of frustration and pure embarrassment from initiating the kiss to start "Why does everyone else think they know what I deserve or not?" He stepped back closer to you and cupped your cheek once more "Sweetheart it's because of how much I love you that I want to do this right by waiting"

You froze staring into his eyes and knew he'd meant every word. It took you a second before you were able to say "I don't mind waiting" he smiled and leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. 

You closed your eyes when you felt his lips on your skin and grabbed his arm before he could step away "My couch is pretty comfortable so why don't you come over? Adi would love to wake up to daddy after a week without seeing you" he searched your face for any uncertainty about him staying at your place and when he didn't find any nodded "Let me grab some clothes"

The ride back to your place was in silence. You glanced at Billy whenever you got to a stop light and he'd simply smile at you. A part of you was worried what Curtis may say about Billy coming home with you as you parked in front of your building and both of you headed inside.

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When you walked into the door of your apartment Curtis glanced up from the tv and simply hitched an eyebrow when he saw Billy walk in the door behind you. "She's sleeping soundly mama" he said with a smile as he stood up and walked towards you.

You leaned up to hug him "Thanks Curt" he nodded when he pulled away and said "Anytime Y/N. Have a goodnight" then glanced at Billy and added "You too" and patted his shoulder on the way out too.

After Curtis walked out you realized you and Billy were still standing in the entryway of your apartment so you motioned to the couch "I'm gonna grab a quick shower then I'll get you a pillow and blanket. If you want we can watch a movie or something?" He nodded and said "Sounds good. Mind if I grab a shower after you?" "Yeah no problem. I'll be quick"

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You went back and forth on what to wear to bed then finally just decided on your usual bed clothes consisting of an oversized shirt and some sleep shorts. Wasn't like Billy hadn't seen you in a lot less.

You grabbed the extra pillow off your bed and stepped into the closet to grab one of your spare blankets then walked back into the living room.

Billy was sitting on the edge of the couch and glanced up when you walked out. You walked over in front of him and held out the pillow and blanket "I'm gonna check on Adi while you're in the shower" he nodded and sat the pillow and blanket down next to him and said "I'll be quick" then stood to head to your bathroom.

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When Billy got out the shower you were sitting in the recliner scrolling through the lists of movies you could watch. You were used to watching Disney ninety percent of the time so it felt weird to be looking at anything else. "So what you pick?" He asked and you glanced up to see him standing in the doorway in a pair of grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. 

"Um thinking a western?" He nodded and dropped his dirty clothes into his overnight bag "Sounds good to me" he sat on the couch and his eyes flicked towards you a few times before he motioned next to him "Wanna sit over here with me?" 

You tried to ignore your heart beating in your throat when you stood and walked across to sit next to him. You were being ridiculous. This was Billy, the father of your child. You'd known him for so long it was hard to remember a time before him yet you felt like a teenager left alone with her boyfriend for the first time.

He stretched his arm over the couch behind you then leaned over and whispered in your ear "If you don't relax a little I'm gonna start feeling unwanted here" you smiled then let yourself sink back into the cushion and pulled your feet up under you. After it was clear you were comfortable he grabbed the remote and clicked play.

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As you were watching the movie you felt your eyelids getting heavy but fought it. The longer you stayed up the longer you got to be around him without any pretenses having to be put forth but when your head dipped one time and you woke up a little while later with your head back against his shoulder you realized the fight was useless. You were fucking exhausted and needed to go to bed.

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When your head started dipping Billy tried to keep the smile off his face. He'd seen you try to stay awake past exhaustion more than once and knew what it looked like. When your head dipped the last time and he felt a pressure against his shoulder he smiled when he glanced down and saw you were leaning against him.

God it felt like heaven with you so close to him but he knew it was only temporary. You'd have to go to bed eventually then come morning you'd go to work and so would he and the moment would be over. Hell he didn't even know if you'd still feel the same way when morning found you.

When you sat up and stretched with a yawn he smiled when you said "Sorry Billy. I gotta head to bed" you stood up and was almost to your room when he said "Goodnight Y/N. I love you"

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You froze with your hand on your door. You didn't know what to say. Hours before Billy had just told you he wanted to wait to try to be together again but now he was saying he loved you?

You didn't try to face him. You knew you couldn't look into his eyes and not say you loved him, not say you wanted to be with him so you simply said "If you need anything knock" and walked into your room shutting the door behind you.

Billy was asleep when he heard a scream and jumped straight up off the couch. Before his feet hit the floor good he was moving towards your room. He'd know your voice through any fog of sleep. You sounded in pain. 

He'd just touched the handle to open it when it opened to show you. Your eyes were wide with still unshed tears and he saw streaks of them down your cheeks. Your hands were shaking when you nearly collapsed against his chest, heavy sobs wracking your body.

He held you tight trying to comfort you enough you would be able to tell him what was wrong. "Sweetheart, talk to me. I'll do my best to fix whatever it is" you finally pulled away from him a bit and he felt his heart break at seeing you so upset "Rawlins had Adi. He hurt her Billy. I have to check on her" 

He had to force the knot in his throat back down to his stomach. Of course his sins were still haunting you "Rawlins is dead. I promise you. Adi is ok. She's safe" you shook your head, eyes still wide "No i have to check on her Billy. I have to make sure that she's safe. I have to" 

He nodded and said "Ok love. I'll go with you to check on her. I'll even double check the window" he started to step back so you could lead the way but your hand shot out and grabbed his arm "Please stay close to me. I don't want to be alone right now" he slid his arm around your shoulders without a word.

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He could feel his jaw tensing as he stood watching you check Adi twice over then you moved to insure her wardrobe was in front of the window which was locked up tight. He hated seeing you like this. He hated not being able to fix it. He'd do anything for you and Adi but he couldn't kill someone who was already dead. 

He didn't want to disturb you but after a moment you reached back for his hand and pulled him up next to you. He ran a hand across your lower back and said "See? She's safe" 

Your voice was barely a whisper when you said "He hurt her Billy. It felt so real" he pulled you against his chest hoping to give you some sort of comfort "I'm so sorry" he hoped you knew he meant that for so much more than a nightmare.

You laid your head over on his chest so he wrapped you in a hug before you said "Thank you for being here. I haven't told anyone else about the dreams besides Alice and Karen. Alice only knows because I had a few at work before during a long shift. Karen because I've been sharing a bed with her and had one. They've happened since I was pregnant"

He closed his eyes against the flood of emotion that came along with knowing how long you'd been dealing with the horrors alone. "Y/N I promise you I will die before I let anyone lay a finger on you or her" you sniffled against his chest and nodded "I know you would Billy" 

You felt horrible to even ask but you knew normally after a nightmare you didn't see a lot of sleep so before you could stop your mouth the words had already escaped "Billy would you mind laying down with me? I don't want anything but for you to hold me. If I know you're there I'll know she's safe"

You wanted to take it back in fear but he just leaned down to gently touch Adi's back then grabbed your hand "Of course sweetheart"

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You walked into your bedroom with Billy following you. Your nerves were still very much on edge and every noise made you jump. "Which side?" He asked and you pointed to your side of the bed so he went around and sat on the other side then looked back at you "Do you want me to hold you or do you want to lay on my chest like you always liked to do?" 

You swallowed twice before saying "chest" he climbed under the blanket then held it up "C'mon" you slowly climbed into the bed and scooted over until you were almost next to him "Are you sure? I mean I know we aren't back together I just I want you close after that. I still feel safe with you"

He reached out and pulled you onto his chest "It's fine. I'm glad to be here" you took a few seconds to get comfortable then glanced up to see he was watching you with that patent Russo smirk "Good now?" You nodded "I'm much better. Thanks for doing this"

He raised an eyebrow and his smirk deepened into a grin "No thanks needed for holding the woman I love when she needs me" you rolled your eyes then said "I mean it Billy. You said you weren't ready and this is more intimate than any amount of kissing" he leaned down and left a gentle kiss on your temple "You're welcome sweetheart. I would do anything for you and our babygirl"

"Is there anyway I can help you?" You asked letting your fingers lazily draw circles on his clothed chest "You already are. You let me in our daughter's life and back into yours. These last few weeks I hated pulling away from you but I had to know if you wanted Matt because I meant it when I said you only deserve the best yet you still want me. When you came to my place tonight, that meant more than anything. Even after everything. Even though we're not quite sure what the future holds you want me here comforting you. I never dreamed of getting this again"

You cut your eyes up at him "I want us to have another chance Billy" he brushed your hair back from your face before saying "I do too but we have to get there first. I know how much Frank means to you and I won't make you pick between us. I need to prove to him that I've changed. You and Adi..everything should be perfect for you two"

"What if it's not?" You asked lowering your eyes but he raised your chin up with one finger and smiled "When I have you and her? How could it not be perfect?"

He held your chin while he placed a gentle kiss to your lips. When he pulled away he said "Just know I love you. I have for years and I always will. You have always been the best thing in my life and now we have a perfect little girl. I wouldn't want a future without some hope for us. As for tonight lay your head down and get some sleep. You and her are safe"

You laid your head down on his chest and let the steady beat of his heart lull you to sleep.

Billy woke up a little while before you and started to pinch himself to make sure he was in fact not dreaming. You were really here cuddled up to him. 

Your hand twitching against his chest was the first sign you were waking up. When your eyelids fluttered open you looked up at him with a sleepy smile and let one finger trace the scar on the cheek that was closest to you "Good morning. Did you sleep good?" He nodded "How about you? No more bad dreams?" 

The way he felt when you smiled sweetly and said "Not a one" would've been enough to make him joke at his own expense at one time but now he relished the feeling.

Before anything else could be said he heard a noise that sounded very much like your front door opening and heard you curse yourself for forgetting the chain lock.

He was out the bed and to the door before you. He glanced back "Stay here just for a second please?" You nodded so he stepped out the room.

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You were about to go out behind Billy when you heard Frank's voice even though it was lower than usual "What the fuck are you doing here?"

You quickly stepped out of the room to find the two of them staring each other down in your kitchen. Frank was clearly on the offense while Billy was just trying to gauge whether or not he was about to be forced to duck a punch.

You moved across the floor to be effectively between the two of them "Frank please calm down. This isn't what it looks like" "Oh sweetheart I am calm for the simple fact that I know Adi is asleep but are you really gonna try to tell me you and Bill both didn't just come out of your bedroom?"

"We slept as in actual sleep. That was it Frank" you kept your voice low but steady. "Yeah Bullshit. Tell someone else that" he nearly growled but you didn't shy away from him. "What's that supposed to mean?" 

He looked between you and Billy "It means the last time he was in your bed as far as I know anyways you had Adi or do you not remember crying to me because you didn't want to be alone when you found out you were pregnant?" you flinched at his tone and the memory.

Billy didn't want to get into it with Frank but he had to speak on your behalf "Frank you're overreacting man" Frank glared at him as he said "Funny I don't remember even talking to your ass?"

He turned back to you "Y/N i fucking love you and that little girl in there but are you forgetting the hell he's put all of us through? Hell you don't even trust him to go on a mission with me and Curt and not fuck Madani why would you want him in your bed?" You felt Billy freeze and glanced over to see he wasn't even looking at Frank but was staring at you "Yeah didn't think she'd told ya that Bill. She don't trust you either"

Billy felt like he'd been hit by a truck. Was that why you came to his place? You thought he'd been screwing Dinah? Hell the two of them didn't speak to each other outside of work or her asking about you and Adi. How fucked up was he that he couldn't show you that he only wanted to be with someone if that someone was you

"Y/N?" Billy asked Frank temporarily forgotten. You nodded "You threw it in my face that you were fucking her at one time Billy then you started acting weird" he shook his head "I never felt about her or any woman for that matter how I feel about you" he wanted to pull you into his arms but he knew when to leave well enough alone.

You wiped the hot angry tears from your face as you looked between them both. Fuck it hurt just looking at them. The two men that had always meant the most to you and they could barely be in a room when you were concerned.

"Frank he didn't pull the trigger. His crime in Maria and the kids dying is the fact that he should've let Rawlins kill me. Now me and Karen have talked about this and I know she's talked to you. You've seen how he's changed. He loves Adi. He's trying to be there for you and Curt again. Hell Sarah has even told us how he protected her and Zach when shit went down. I shouldn't be asked to pick between the men I love because one was a fucking idiot and should've let me die multiple times over"

You felt your hands shake and saw both Frank and Billy's faces fall when they both reached for you but you stepped away "No. I'm sick of this shit. I have been being pulled in two damn directions for too long. Frank you and Curt knew about his deal before I ever did so it could've been squashed long before I knew. Billy, whatever guilt you carry voice it now. This is coming to a head before Adi wakes up or I swear I will kick you both out"

They stared at each other for a long moment before Frank said "I want to hate you and I hate that I don't want you dead anymore" "Why?" Billy asked and Frank pointed to Adi's room "She lights up when she sees you. Y/N has been beating herself up for having feelings for you since she found out she was pregnant. I can't hurt them and you dying would. See, Adi is your daughter but I was there supporting Y/N when she had her. Not only that but Y/N has waded into shit neck deep for me. I ain't gonna lie I can see you've changed but I can't let myself not hate you. Not yet"

Billy nodded then said "I get it Frankie but there's nothing I can do to make it up to you" "Y/N and Adi are the only thing I have left of Maria and my kids. If you two didn't have sex why were you in her bed? I'm not standing by for you to use her"

You held up a hand and when Frank looked your way you sniffled before saying "I invited him to sleep on the couch so he could spend a little time with Adi. I woke him up when I had a nightmare about Rawlins hurting her. He comforted me and made sure I knew he'd keep her safe and I slept for longer than a few hours at a time for the first night in years. These nightmares haunt me because I know I shouldn't have this life. Frank I want for me and Billy to eventually have another real chance but I can't lose you"

Frank finally broke and pulled you into his arms shushing you quietly "You're not losing me. It'll take time but you're not losing me"  Billy stepped forward and when Frank looked up he said "Frankie no lines were crossed because I know I don't deserve her and Adi. She should put me through the wringer for another chance. I love her and Adi more than life itself. I want to be a brother to you and Curt again one day but I swear to you if I fuck up this chance I'll load the gun and hand it to you. Their happiness means more than my life"

Frank held out a hand and when Billy shook it he said "I'm holding you to that"

You laughed against Frank's chest and when they both looked at you like you'd grown a second head you shook your head "Why does everything with you two have to have some alpha male bullshit agreement?" Frank kissed your forehead with a chuckle and said "Let's talk about it over coffee"

You heard Adi call you from her room and a small smile found Billy's face "Can I?" You nodded so he headed for her room.

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Frank watched him go then said "He is doing better and he does love her. I'll give him both of them cause he has my back in the field even though I've told him I don't think I'll ever fully trust him again"

"Frank I want a future with him but only if I can have you too. I've waded into shit neck deep to pull you out because I can't lose you and I just want to know if it's possible to have you both even in the future?" You could barely look at him but he put the coffee down then said "Y/N look at me"

When you did he took a breath then said "Honestly there isn't a lot that would make me walk away from you and Adi. Just take it slow and go in with your eyes open. As long as he treats you two like you're the best things he's ever even came near having a chance of having we won't have any trouble. He needs to keep you and her safe and happy but when you decide to give him another chance just don't hide anything from me please"

Without thinking you pulled him into a hug "I love you Frank" he chuckled and patted your back "Yeah kid I love you too"

@intothesoul

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Surprise visit pt1

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!reader

Warning: abuse, swearing, sweet billy. Caring reader, fluff

Summery: you're getting ready to go to sleep but then you hear something outside your window

I was home alone since my parents were working extra hours. They called me to let me know that they weren't gonna be back until the morning.

I started to get ready for bed. I already changed into a oversized t-shirt and some shorts. I was getting into bed when I heard a knock at my window. I got up to see who is was. I open the window to see billy, the most popular guy and my secret crush. "What the hell billy do you know what t-" I didn't get to finish because I saw his face. He had a busted lip, cuts and bruises on his face. He didn't even look me in the eyes. "Uhh maybe I should go" as he was about to leave I grabbed his arm. "NO I-I mean stay, let me help" he didn't get to say anything as I pulled him inside. "Wait here I'll be back" I left the room.

I stayed in the room looking around. 'Was she about to go to sleep alright' I thought to myself as I looked at the bed and her stuff

"Im back" I say with 1st aid kit. "Sit on the bed" he does as said and sits there looking at your every movement. I set the stuff next to him as I start to apply the medican. "Sorry if it hurts" I say applying it to his cuts. He stays quiet and just keeps looking at my face. When I got to his lips be hissed. "Sorry" "no its fine" he said looking into my eyes. I can feel my face start to get hot. Fake coughs "umm anywas what happensto you" I say trying to not make eye contact. "I fell down" he said lying. "Billy i know your lying, tell me what really happened". "Its none of your business" he said coldly. "Well then why did you come to my house the if it is none on my business" he stayed quiet for a couple on minutes. Then I hear him mutter "my dad". I could barely hear what he said. "Tell me what happened to you billy" I try to sound as if I didn't care but I failed. "That fucking old man go mad because max sneaked out and I didn'tknow where she was". "He did this to you" all billy did was nod. I don't know what happened but I just hugged him. He was shocked but then relaxed and hugged me back. After a while I pull away and loom at him. "Why did you come here you always bully me at schooland make fun of me " he stayed quiet for a while. "I dony know i just wanted to see you " I felt my face getting hot again. "I should go so you can go to sleep" he said getting up and walking towards the window he came from. "Umm you can stay I dont mind besides my parents aren't home" I say nervous. "Are you sure" he said looking at you. "Yes of course" I say smiling at him. "Just let me cleanthis up first" I start to clean up. "Let me help you" he says. After we clean up I turn to him "do you want anything else" I asked. "No im good" I nod and climb into bed. He just looks at me and takes off his jacket and slides in beside me. We look at each other and I start to blush so I turn around so I don't look at him. I heart was beating to fast right now. I try to fall asleep but the I feel a arm sneak across my waist and pull me towards them. I can feel billy's warmth, I feel safe in his arms. I turn around and hug him. My vision starts to go black but before I fell asleep I heard billy say "thank you y/n" and he kisses my head.

Fin

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