#neil: *sweating* no reason

[be-queer-do-arson]

I love that scene in tkm where Wymack tells Neil he's going to make him vice captain the next year and Neil tries to politely decline (on the grounds that he'll be dead by then) and Wymack is literally like too bad bitch. This isn't a democracy and i say you're the next captain so figure it out

#neil didnt tell wymack why he's reluctant to accept of course #but his internal monologue was somehow simultaneously depressing and funny as fuck #neil: you should pick up an extra striker for next year #wymack: why 🤨 #neil: *sweating* no reason #aftg #neil josten #all for the game #the kings men #coach wymack #wymack

[mothhball]

five-finger discount

Pairing | Neil Lewis x Reader

Warnings | 18+ SMUT, DUB-CON, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, blackmail, sex on camera, brief edging, creampie, cheating, cursing, Moth pretends to know anything about movies

Summary | You’ve been trying to make easy money, but you’re not as subtle as you thought. Some lessons need to be learned the hard way.

Words | 4.4k

Notes | FINALLY DONE. and vaguely inspired by 70s porn haha

MINORS DNI

INT. GUMSHOE VIDEO – THRILLER AISLE – DAY

“No, it's not. That's not what she said. Someone is in trouble. Something bad is happening!” squawks a woman from the running TV in the background while your fingers trace over the backs of the VHS as you walk past the shelves.

1 PM on a Wednesday certainly is no rush hour at Gumshoe Video. Even the most annoying film bros don't come here at this time of day to flaunt their knowledge of the craft and subsequent absence of social skills. You're in the clear, pretending to deeply think about your choice in entertainment for the end of the day, even though that couldn't be further from the truth. Throwing a glance over your shoulder, you spot the business owner, entranced by the film that he put on to pass the time, and you can see his plush lips silently mouthing along to the dialog. Cute. And easy to trick.

It's not your first time here. No, you made sure to become familiar with the place over the course of months now, learning where each genre and title has been sorted into its rightful place.

Certain old VHS-tapes can sell for a small fortune online, and for every tape you rent, you take one for free with the plan of selling it to the highest bidder. Currently, you have a stack at home, waiting for you to finally stop procrastinating and open up that damn eBay account.

Your pinky catches on a specific tape. 'A History of Violence', currently estimated to lure an additional 199 bucks into your greedy bank account. Quietly, you pull out the film, leaving a gaping hole in the neatly sorted row as you slip it into your purse.

With nimble hands, you try to rearrange the tapes to make the missing VHS a little less obvious, but in your haste, a few of them escape your clammy grasp and clutter to the ground. A head of silky brunette hair whips around, and you're met with pretty blue eyes as the store owner turns to face you.

You let out a giggle, trying to sound as vapid and innocuous as possible. You’re in character now. The persona you chose? An unassuming, ditzy little thing that’s hot enough to distract him, but stupid enough as to not get suspected of any wrong-doings. You’d say you’re a good actress. A fantastic one, even.

"Sorry," you purr, batting your eyelashes at him. "I'm a little clumsy today." You're already bending over to pick up the tapes when he makes his way over to lend a helping hand, and you make sure to show off your cleavage in an intentionally accidental way. You know he’s into you. You’ve been seeing the heat in his gaze for weeks now, along with the occasional crack in his voice and an almost endearing desire to impress you. It’s his biggest weakness and the reason your plan has been working flawlessly until now.

"Hey, hey, no worries. Uh, gravity wins sometimes. Don't sweat it," he grins at you, brushing his fingers against yours as the two of you work together to put everything back into place.

"What exactly were you looking for anyway?" he suddenly asks, breaking your focus for a second.

"Uh, Moonstruck," you mutter, completely on autopilot. The store owner nods, pursing his lips as he mulls over your answer. You’re aware of your blunder before he even answers.

"Moonstruck? Then you're in the wrong section. You know, with how often you come here, I thought you got the hang of our layout by now." Fuck, he’s got you. Play dumb. Play dumb!

Your poker face almost cracks, but you keep your composure. Or at least you try to. "Huh? Oh - I... right. God, I'm just all over the place today." You giggle again, relieved by the way his grin seems to soften. Hook, line and sinker. He may think he’s detective Sam Spade from ‘The Maltese Falcon’, but you’re Brigid O’Shaughnessy. Or he’s Batman and you’re Catwoman. Or – well, it doesn’t matter. Baseline is, you’re snatching tapes right from underneath his nose while he’s too busy fantasizing about what’s underneath your clothes.

The store owner speaks up again, lazily rubbing the back of his neck as he leans against the shelf, and his free hand wanders and gestures around a bit as if he’s trying to figure out which pose would look the coolest and most effortless.

“Right. Actually, that wasn’t really fair of me.” You tilt your head at him, eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly which prompts him to elaborate. “Some of our tapes went missing. Y’know, some of the oldies and goldies? That’s why I didn’t stock Moonstruck this week.”

Your lips part in surprise, but all you can reply with is a soft ‘oh’. The store owner shrugs, leaning in towards you. There’s something conspiratory about his expression which makes your stomach churn a little. “Yeah. But I do still have it. It’s just in my office.”

There’s a beat of silence as you mull over the unspoken offer. Your plan is built on the one tape you always rent for cheap. No one would think you’re stealing if you’re actually paying for something, right? Despite this, you wonder if you should call it a day and head home with the stolen film hidden in your purse. Alibi be damned.

“I… That’s great. Uh, actually, I was just about to –“ he cuts you off with a casual wave of his hand, and the grin on his face widens once more.

“Don’t worry. I’ll even give you a discount. Just follow me.”

INT. GUMSHOE VIDEO – NEIL LEWIS’ PRIVATE OFFICE – DAY

The private office of Neil Lewis, cinephile and pop culture enthusiast, is decorated with a distinct Film Noir charm, lovingly empathized by leather chairs and a checkered floor. Not to mention the letters on the door. He calls himself a private investigator. A joking title that makes you palms sweat ever so slightly. You notice that he set up a small camera on his desk, but he brushes it off as a regular procedure.

"So... Moonstruck,” he starts, gesturing for you to take a seat. Which you do. “Great pick. Just curious - Why did you go for that one?" The question makes you pause for a second.

"The... the cover spoke to me,” you casually lie, trying to sound somewhat cute, but it doesn’t land. Neil’s expression quickly betrays his skepticism, and his lips part while his narrowed gaze wanders around the room for a minute. "Hm. And what about the other one?"

"What do you mean?" Play dumb, play dumb, play – but he’s not letting you off the hook so easily.

"The other tape."

Silence fills the office, and you swear the VHS in your purse is starting to burn a hole right where it’s settled in your lap.

"Which... other tape? I just picked out this one."

"Ohhh, right. Sorry. My bad. Just… Moonstruck." The way he’s saying this makes it seem like he enjoys the taste of the letters on his tongue. You nod, a little too eager to get this conversation over and done with.

"So you won’t mind me looking through your purse?" Neil leans forward in his seat, folding his hands on top of his desk. Your eyes briefly fall onto the little desk name plate that’s undoubtedly just made out of shiny, golden plastic. But it does the job. It intimidates you. At least to a certain degree.

“No,” you lie through your teeth, trying to shrug off the tension. “I… it’s certainly no problem, Mr. Lewis. None at all.”

Neil lets out an apathetic sigh as he rises from his seat, causing the leather to squeak. His steps seem a little too confident for a video rental owner as he moves around the desk to first walk over to the door and lock it. “Neil is fine. I’m not a big fan of… formalities,” he starts, coming up behind you to set his hands on your shoulders. His hands are gentle but firm, causing your body to warm right down to the deepest layers. To make his control over the situation even more apparent, he splays his hands, tracing your collarbone with his middle finger. It’s subtle enough that he could pass it off as a figment of your imagination if you should choose to speak up. But you don’t. You stay quiet, even as he leans down and you can hear the murmur of his voice right next to your ear.

“Open your purse.”

You bite your tongue, slowly opening your purse to find Cher’s face grinning back at you. It’s Moonstruck. In all of its romantic glory, and it makes both you and Neil freeze for a moment. You lick your dry lips, saying the first thing that comes to mind.

"That's mine."

"Yours?" You wouldn’t know, but his eyebrow twitches upward at your ridiculous claim.

"Yeah. A... personal copy." Great, now you’re doubling down.

"With my name on it?" Silence, yet again. You could basically hear the dramatic music that the producers of any reality TV shows use in the background of any tense scene. But this isn’t scripted. No, all of this is improvised.

"... what are the odds?" you croak, feeling how your throat goes dry in real time. Neil scoffs in reply, shaking his head, and his grip on your shoulders tightens a tad before he lets go entirely. His expression is stern as he steps in front of you, leaning against the desk and crossing his shapely arms over his chest. For a moment, he’s silent, letting his eyes wander all over your form in a slow, appreciative way that makes your palms get sweaty. “You do know I have to call the police, don’t you?”

“What?” Your breath hitches in your lungs, and you blink a few times, almost in an attempt to shake yourself out of this very strange dream. “This… this is just one tape. Isn’t this kind of excessive?”

“Yeah, maybe it’s one tape today. But you’ve been coming here for weeks.” Your jaw drops, but you can’t seem to come up with an appropriate response. You’ve been had. For the past months, you were convinced that he only saw you as a little piece of eye candy wandering through the store, but he’s been seeing right through you all along. Now you definitely don’t feel like Catwoman anymore. When he notices that you’re not going to say anything, Neil continues.

“Did you really think we don’t have security cameras all over the place? Well, I’ve been watching you the entire time, playing along when you pretended to be all ditzy and cute. It’s not just one instance. It’s a whole case, baby. And you’ll go to jail.” That makes you break out of your stupor, and you can feel your pulse speeding up.

“No- wait, no, no, no. Please, can’t we just talk about this for one second?”

“I don’t bargain with thieves.” He’s smug. Too smug for your liking, considering that he’s threatening you with the loss of your precious, precious freedom.

“Please, I’ll do anything,” you plead, fixing him with the biggest puppy dog eyes you can muster in an attempt to appeal to the soft, awkward side of him. And he cracks. At least the tiniest bit.

“Maybe… maybe we can work something out. But I’ll need to search you first. Who knows what else you’re hiding.” He gestures for you to stand, and you get up from your seat, causing the leather cushioning to faintly squeak once again. “Spread your arms. To the side.”

Your expression settles into a pout, but you do as you’re told, much to Neil’s satisfaction. He returns to his previous position behind you and starts by touching your shoulders, slowly trailing his hands down your arms. His fingers leave tingles behind on your skin, and you’re even more aware of how close he’s gotten when you feel his breath on the back of your neck. His cheeky hands continue to wander, making their way down your sides, softly squeezing around your waist before he moves on to your hips. You try to think about it as a TSA search, but it’s a little hard to do when his hands linger for much longer than necessary on your thighs and your calves as he crouches down. Once he’s satisfied, he straightens back up, and you almost think he’s done before he leans in to rasp into your ear.

“You’re gonna have to take your clothes off… so I can search you more thoroughly.”

Your heart skips a beat, and you’re about to protest, but he’s already pulling your top off, tossing it aside before he moves on to your shorts. A sigh escapes him as he pulls them down along with your panties, and he doesn’t give you even a second to recover before he’s gripping and caressing the curves of your body. Leaning his chin on your shoulder, he runs his fingers over your hips, feeling how your skin warms beneath his touch. “Take your bra off.”

“What? There’s no way I could be hiding a tape in there –“ In response, Neil lightly pinches your thigh, causing you to jump a little and let out a soft whine. Seems like there’s no way around it. With shaky hands, you reach behind yourself to unclasp your bra, and Neil leans back ever so slightly to give you the space to move. That is, until your tits are exposed, and his body is glued against yours once more. The feeling of his hardening cock pressing up against your ass sends heat into your core, and you instinctively clench your thighs together. Of course, this catches his attention.

“Ah, so you are hiding something.”

He wraps his arms around you, steering the two of you over to the mirror he hung on the wall next to his ridiculous little costume rack. You watch your own flushed expression as his hand slips between your legs to let his fingers trace over your already wet folds. With a groan, you try to avert your eyes before he corrects you with a rough grope of your breast.

“No. Eyes on yourself. I want you to see the guilt on your face while I search you.”

Reluctantly, your eyes return to the mirror, just in time for him to plunge a finger into your velvety pussy. Your lips part, and as much as you’d like to keep quiet, your resolve crumbles immediately when he finds that sweet spot inside of you. Within minutes, the office fills up with the sounds of your pleasure and the obscene squelching of his fingers in your wet cunt. And he’s thorough in his search, quickly working you up from one finger to three, making your toes curl against the checkered floor. For a moment, he drives you up to that delightful edge, only to pull his fingers out of you at the last second.

You don’t have the capacity to complain when he lifts his hand towards the light, showing off his glistening digits. Both of you are entranced by the sight, and Neil lets out a soft wheeze before he licks his fingers clean.

“Yeah, I made up my mind. Get over to the desk and bend over.”

“I have a boyfriend,” you whine, turning your head to give him your biggest puppy dog eyes.

“Well, you should’ve thought about it before you stole from me. Losing those rare tapes was a financial disaster for me. I’m risking this store. And I’m not gonna do it without something in return.” He finishes his sentence with a light smack to your ass which only manages to get you even more riled up. It’s hard to disagree with him when he knows just how to get you going.

Neil drags you back over to the desk, angling the camera in just the right way before he hurriedly tears his clothes off completely. The sight of his urgency makes your chest fill with butterflies, but you still need to protest. You have to!

“I don’t usually do this… what if my boyfriend finds out?”

“That’s one more reason to behave. You wouldn’t want him to see this little clip, right?” he asks, although the question is entirely rhetorical. You’d love to feel guilty, but you can’t bring yourself to it.

 His hands run from your shoulders down to your hips, kneading your flesh with the attentiveness of a potter crafting a masterpiece, and he leans over you to place open-mouthed kisses down your spine. You shiver, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth to stifle the noises that are threatening to escape your mouth. With a quick movement, Neil reaches under your knee to guide your leg on top of the desk, and you let out a soft sigh when you can feel your arousal rolling down the inside of your thigh as he spreads you open with two fingers.

“You know… nice girls wouldn’t get this wet in situations like these. Then again, you’re a filthy thief, so you’re the furthest thing from a good girl.”

Neil wraps one arm around your waist, pulling you back against his chest so he can latch back onto the side of your neck, sucking and biting while he uses his other hand to guide the tip of his cock against your drooling entrance. His naked skin against yours fills your head with need, and you press up against him a little more to feel him more closely as he slowly pushes inside your velvety cunt. Both of you let out a hiss, and Neil follows it up with a needy whimper as he stills for a moment.

“Fuck… oh fuck,” he breathes, causing your lips to twitch up in subtle amusement. Neil’s hand shakes as he adjusts the camera, making sure to get everything in frame, and in this moment, you clench around him on purpose, causing him to moan right into your ear. “Jesus Christ, don’t do that –”

The slap to your ass is meant to punish you, but it’s doing the exact opposite, and you let him know this by moaning his name. His lips return to your pulse as he pushes his cock deeper into you, stretching you so perfectly that it sends goosebumps over your skin. Or maybe it’s because of his warm breath on your ear. Or his hands diligently kneading your tits. The cocktail of heated touches and sensations is literally making you feel drunk.

“Your cock feels so good,” you whine, causing him to suck in a sharp breath at the praise.

“Yeah?” he chuckles, bottoming out inside of you before he starts to set a slow, sensual rhythm. “You’re such a depraved little slut… getting off on your punishment. If only your boyfriend knew.”

Neil rolls his hips against yours, drawing a moan from both of you that would fit perfectly on the set of a porno. Maybe you’re hamming it up a little to feed his ego. But that isn’t very hard to do when he fills you up so deliciously, making you wetter with every thrust.

You’re already starting to feel breathless when he slowly speeds up, drilling into your dripping pussy with even more fervor. Words are starting to become a little difficult, but you try your best anyway. “You’re better than him. SO much better –“

Your reward is a second smack – aimed at your chest this time.

“You’re damn right I am,” he groans, sucking another hickey into your skin and adding to the little necklace of bruises he’s been placing around your neck. “Suck these for me, will you?”

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, but it doesn’t last long when he brings his fingers up to your mouth, and you eagerly latch onto his digits, still faintly tasting yourself from earlier. You suck them down to the knuckle, running your tongue in between them in a way that makes him groan and pound your cunt even harder. Once his fingers are sufficiently coated in your saliva, he pulls them free from your lips and reaches between your legs to rub your clit.

The one leg you’ve been standing on threatens to give out immediately, but he holds you up with his other arm, and gently guides your hands into place to better support yourself on the desk. Neil nuzzles his face into your hair, breathing heavily against the shell of your ear.

“If you promise not to steal ever again, I might let you cum on my cock.”

His words are intercepted by quiet grunts and whimpers, and you find yourself agreeing pretty quickly, blabbering out promise after promise.

“I’ll never – never steal again! I swear, I swear, I swear, please! Please, please let me cum –!”

You’re almost not recognizing your own voice due to the desperately needy tone that’s laced through your pleading, but Neil doesn’t mind. Quite the opposite, really, because you can feel his thrusts picking up in intensity. He rewards your obedience by rubbing your clit a little faster, and you have to bite your knuckle as to not cry out his name. Fuck, it’s only noon and you’re approaching your release at breakneck speed.

“Fuck… I – I’m close,” you breathe, turning your head to look at him from over your shoulder. His teeth are back in your neck as he kisses and bites at your skin, and his voice sounds strained as he answers you.

“Go ahead… let go for me. If only your boyfriend knew, hm?”

That’s it. Your orgasm rips through you, and you let out a whine as you claw at the surface beneath you. Neil is generous enough to let you ride out your climax, but you can tell how impatient he is when he suddenly pulls out, swallowing heavily.

 “On your back.” He doesn’t have to tell you twice. It’s a little awkward, but you manage to scramble and reposition yourself, lying back against the desk and looking up at him with flushed cheeks and tousled hair. Neil is in the same state, licking his lips and swallowing dryly as he guides his cock back into your cunt, aided by his thumb on the base of his length.

“Fuck… how can you still be this tight? Shit, FUCK…” He’s cursing and muttering under his breath, having half a brain to readjust the still rolling camera as to not miss a single second. His hands guide your legs around his waist, and he leans over you, staring at you through blown out pupils that clash against the vibrant intensity of his ocean gaze. His pretty face is red, and sweat beads on his forehead, causing his hair to stick to his skin. Without thinking, you reach up to push it back, causing both of you to still for a second before Neil finds his tone again.

“M’gonna fill you up… and send you back home to your boyfriend with a creampie in that pretty cunt. Alright? Alright.”

You can only nod in response, hearing your own racing heartbeat in your ears along with his continued grunts and moans. His hands on you are gentle, but his thrusts definitely aren’t as he pounds you against the desk. Neil’s hips smack against yours, causing every novelty item around the two of you to tremble along to your feverish rhythm. You tilt your head back but he goes after you, finally capturing your lips in a hungry kiss that he’s been trying to hold back from the entire time. But now that he’s rapidly approaching his own climax, the self-restraint is completely out of the window.

Your tongues clash, and you moan into his mouth when his hands find yours, linking your fingers together. Neil’s lips faintly taste of iced coffee as he licks against your tongue, and your grip on his hands tightens when his movements start to become erratic.

Your lips stay locked the entire time, even as he lets out a guttural groan when he finishes inside of you, thrusting into you a few more times to push it in as deep as possible. Finally, he stills and pulls away from you, unable to resist stealing one last peck from your swollen lips. You’re still breathing heavily as his hands roam over your body once more, relishing the feeling of your skin beneath his fingertips. Now that he has material on you and you promised not to steal again, he’s gentle. Almost too gentle, and you have to clear your throat to snap him out of it.

Neil catches himself, blinking down at you with soft eyes while he wipes some sweat off his brow. There’s a subtle twitch in his lips that tells you that he’d love to keep touching you, but he’s aware of the setting you’re in. Almost reluctantly, he pulls out of you to let you retrieve your clothes. While you’re getting dressed, he checks the camera and stops the recording before he speaks up.

“You’re free to go, then. You know what happens if I catch you stealing again, right?”

The question prompts you to nod in response, and you mumble out a “yes” as you pull your top back over your head. Once Neil confiscates the VHS from your purse, you’re free to exit the store on trembling legs, cringing a little at the feeling of your combined fluids leaking into your underwear. But God, this heist was worth it.

INT. YOUR PLACE – LIVING ROOM – DAY

As expected, the house is quiet when you get home, and you let out a deep, satisfied sigh as you throw yourself onto the couch to decompress for a moment.

Not even 20 minutes pass until the front door opens, and you hear familiar footsteps. A lazy smile spreads over your face, and you sit up, watching you boyfriend as he kicks off his shoes and throws his jacket over the coat rack on the wall. He makes his way over, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your lips, and your vision is filled by ocean eyes and faint freckles. Neil chuckles softly, placing the camera onto the coffee table before he sinks down on the couch next to you and pulls you close. “I’m glad Lucien agreed to take over the rest of the day.” You hum in agreement, closing your eyes when he brushes his fingers through your hair to massage your scalp.

“I think that was our best one yet.”

FIN.

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[ash5monster01]

Hiii. Could I request a Neil smut? Maybe it is her first time and he's all soft and sweet? Thanks!

First Time

Pairing: Neil Perry x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, established relationship, smut, readers first time, fluff, dirty talk, p in v, oral, nudity

Summary: it’s your first time and Neil seems like the perfect choice to take your virginity considering how gentle and caring he is.

word count: 2.2k

Masterlist

You had always considered sleeping with someone before marriage. Yet that consideration wasn’t taken lightly. You had swore to yourself that if that was what you decided to do it had to be with someone who was worth it. Which never seemed likely considering Harvard was a big place with a lot of people. Yet somehow amongst all of them you had stumbled upon Neil Perry. Found him studying in library, a sadness to the air around him, but the most genuine eyes you had ever seen. It explained the reason why you had half a mind to even sit next to him in the first place. The rest was history.

You had dated almost the full four years of college and it was no doubt in your mind that he was the one for you. You were going to marry Neil Perry even if it’s the last thing you do. All of this is why you had officially decided you were ready to sleep with him. That and the fact it was getting harder and harder to pull away from him. So when he reaches your dorm room, wearing a ivy green sweater pushed up to his forearms, wire glasses hung low on his nose, and grey sweats, your excuse is you’re only just a girl. A girl with an entire meal for a boyfriend. You’re supposed to be studying but none of your books are open before you’re straddling him on the bed.

“Someone missed me today huh?” he teased with a light squeeze to your waist and you fight everything in you to not roll your hips on top of him.

“I always miss you” you tell him, hands holding yourself up on his firm chest. He had filled out since Freshman year, more meat on his bones, yet just as lean.

“Even when you’re with me?” he asks, hands reaching to remove the readers that were meant for studying he never got too.

“Sometimes, but only if we haven’t talked in a while or were busy doing other things” this sentence has him pulling you down to meet his lips which you happily accept. You can tell he’s surprised when you deepen it but it lasts only a moment until he matches the pace and dares his tongue past your lips.

“I gotta say baby, I’m loving this mood you’re in” he says trying not to sound to breathless when he pulls away and you grin, hands dancing along his chest and to his abdomen.

“What do you say we remove this pesky sweater?” you grin deviously and he raises his eyebrows as your fingers start bunching the fabric up, revealing an expanse of skin. Your mouth practically waters at the happy trail now revealed to you, hair he had also just grown in the last few years of college.

“You sure baby?” he asks but you don’t need to answer because you’re practically lifting him by the sweater to get it over his head, taking the white T-shirt underneath with it too.

“What, want me to remove mine too?” you ask and his mind actually malfunctions for a moment, unsure of how to respond because he truly had only seen you in a bra a few times. He never comes up with a response because now you’re lifting the red Harvard t-shirt above your head and revealing the white lace bra from underneath. He visibly gulps, eyes darting between your chest and face as he tries to comprehend what’s happening.

“Listen, baby. If we start this I’m not sure I’m going to be able to stop. I also have play practice in two hours and it’ll be so much harder leaving knowing I have you in bed like this” Neil tells you and you chuckle.

“Two hours is plenty of time, and you can always come back after” you tell him and his whole face reddens all the way down to his neck.

“You’re being serious, you want to do this?” he says and you nod almost instantly.

“I’ve already made up my mind, the only way I’ll stop now is if you’re not serious about me. I don’t want to do this and then have you leave me behind” you tell him and his face instantly softens towards you, hands pulling your face to his own.

“I’ve been serious about you ever since that day you sat with me in the library” and his confession is enough to make you kiss him again and Neil doesn’t miss the slight roll of your hips. You know you have his attention now based on the way he’s started to harden beneath you, no longer fighting the urge. Just as your tongue darts past his lips you grind against him again which makes him put his hands on your ass, holding you in place because one more movement and he’d be harder than a rock. That’s what you wanted anyway.

After a beat you break apart from his lips, something he protests to but stops when he realizes you’re reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. His throat has gone dry and as much as he feels panic rushing through him it is also paired with excitement. He knows not to stop you again, that you’re on a mission. So he does the only thing he can think of and just watches as the fabric loosens and slides down your shoulders. You don’t have to ask if he likes how you look considering he is now fully hard against your backside.

“It’s okay baby, you can touch me” you whisper to him like it’s your secret. He hesitates only slightly which has you guiding his hands and placing them over each breast. Your nipples harden under his palm which urges him to finally grope. The feeling of his hands and look of awe in his eyes has you grinding against him again. Now lost completely in your touch he leans up and places a nipple in his mouth. Your arms wrap around his neck as a moan bellows from you. Once he has given both breasts his attention you push him back down onto the bed, needing more skin to skin contact. His stomach jumps when you slide off him, shimmying down his body and curling your fingers into his waistband. His pants were tented and he couldn’t believe you were about to pull them off right now. Your lips meet his pelvic bone which makes him gasp.

“Shit, baby. Please” and you know exactly what he means. So you pull the sweatpants along with his boxers down, allowing him to spring free. Your brain short circuits as you look at the sheer size of him. You need to taste him immediately which is why you give no warning when you suck the head of his cock into your mouth. The precum is sweet on your tongue as Neil moans out, hips lifting to find some relief.

Seeing how well he responds you suck as much of him as you can into your mouth. He’s whining needily which urges you in to suck him for all he’s worth. Seeing how hard he has gotten for you has made you so wet you can feel it soaking through your underwear. When it all becomes too much for him he pulls you off, not wanting to finish before pleasuring you. “My turn baby, been dying to taste you for so long now”

Your eyes can barely leave his cock, now covered in your spit and hard against his stomach. It clearly needs attention but he wants to take care of you. So Neil lays you back in his spot, his own hands dipping underneath the fabric of your pants and pulling them down your legs. Neil’s eyes never leave your body as it is fully revealed to him. As much as you want to be shy you know you shouldn’t be based on the way he is looking at you, so you open your legs for him to see. “You’re so wet baby”

“All for you” you tell him and he grins, finger reaching out and sliding through your folds. Your head falls back when it bumps against your clit and Neil smiles before repeating the same action with his tongue. He had imagined how you would taste hundreds of times but this was better. You tasted so much better than anything he could’ve conjured up. Neil is no longer worried about going too far and has started to devour you like a man starved. He’s so good and you are so glad you finally decided to do this. Imagining going back to a life without Neil eating you was a life not worth living.

“Fuck, I need to be inside of you baby” and you nod eagerly, grinning at the slick that covers his chin. He watches as you reach to the bedside table, opening the drawer, and grabbing a condom you had stashed in there. Neil knows now you had been planning this all along. He wastes no time putting it on before lining up at your entrance. Your hands hold his biceps, eagerly waiting the moment he’d break that barrier for you. Officially make you no longer a virgin.

You’re whimpering as he runs his tip through your folds, on the verge of begging him to do something when finally he pushes in only slightly. You wince which makes him freeze. “It’s okay, keep going”

“You sure?” and you nod, holding him close as he slowly moves inside. It doesn’t take long for the pain to turn to pleasure and Neil closes his eyes, trying to think of anything else other than the fact that you were practically sucking him in. Usually the image of Nolan in his underwear did it for him.

“Please move” you whisper and Neil nods feverishly, slowly pulling his hips back before thrusting back into you. You don’t expect the low moan to rattle out of you due to the movement and once it reaches Neil’s ears he finds a quick pace, pumping into you like a man who no longer has anything holding back.

“Shit, you feel so good” Neil doesn’t think he has ever experienced this type of bliss before. There will never again be no better feeling in the world especially because the girl he loves so much is now marked entirely as his. You have no idea about the ring he has stashed away for graduation, and you have no idea he had planned on marrying you since the first day you both met. He would’ve been fine waiting until marriage but for once he finally understands why it was so good to wait for the right person. Yes, sex could be about the feeling but when you love the person you’re experiencing it with it adds an entire layer of pleasure. Charlie never understood that, Neil couldn’t wait to tell him. Charlie deserved this feeling too.

“Baby, I’m so close” you pant out, and Neil smiles as he leans down to kiss you. He can feel the way you clench around him and he knows he won’t last long. So he moves to speed up the process. You gasp the moment his hand meets your clit, and his mouth meets your nipple. Neil may have been a virgin but he also knew Charlie all his life. He was an expert because of his friend by senior year of high school.

The action alone has you coming undone in seconds, clenching around him so tightly Neil’s movements falter for a moment. When you relax into the mattress, a blissed out look on your face, Neil finds himself letting go and finishing right behind you. When his body weight lands on top of you, you can’t help but smile. Your hand meets the back of his head, fingers running through his hair as he kisses your neck.

“I can’t believe you expect me to still go to play practice after this and remember my lines” Neil says which has you giggling in an instant and Neil hisses when you flutter around his dick still buried deep inside of you. Slowly he pulls out, both of you breathing heavily from the action.

“I’m sorry baby, I just couldn’t wait” you tell him and he smiles as he kisses you sweetly.

“I can’t wait to tell Charlie” he says once he pulls away and you roll your eyes at the mention of his friend. One you had only met once or twice on a Winter or Summer break but knew was Neil’s best friend.

“Of course you would say that” you tell him because whenever Neil accomplished anything his first instinct was to always call Charlie. Charlie heard he got the lead in the play before you did. Yet after everything they had been through together, sometimes you just had to deal with it.

“What, he’s my best friend” Neil defends as you just giggle and pull his lips back to your own.

“Yeah well tell him he has to share”

#neil perry smut #neil perry x femreader #neil perry fic #neil perry fanfic #neil perry x reader #neil perry imagine #neil perry #neil perry series #dead poets society imagines #dead poets society series #dead poets society neil perry #dead poets society fanfiction #dead poets society #dps edit #dps imagine #dps au #dps fanart #dps fanfiction #dps headcanons #dps boys #dps fic #dps fandom #dps #dp spoilers #neil perry x oc #neil perry x original character #robert sean leonard #robert sean leonard imagine #robert sean leonard fanfic #robert sean leonard fic

[elliespillowprincess]

being ellie’s housewife. omg.

a/n: smut, breeding kink… littleee blood.

WHY YOU SHOULD NOT SUPPORT NEIL DRUCKMANN

you were just finishing up the chicken tacos you made for your wife, ellie, while you wait patiently for her to get home; wearing nothing but a small cami and a pair of short shorts. she was off doing patrols for the past week and you grew more and more needy for her as the week progressed, unable to satisfy yourself with just your hands. suddenly, you hear her key insert into the door as you plate both of your plates. “baby? i’m home! where’s my girl?” you hear the familiar voice say. you run up to her, seeing how sweaty and dirty she had gotten being away for so long, and for some reason: it turns you on, wetness pooling in your cotton panties. “ellie!!! i’ve missed you so much!!” you say, wrapping your hands around her neck. ellie immediately noticed what you were wearing, she herself had grown desperate for you this week, only having the pictures in her wallet of you to look at.

“i missed you more sweet thing, what’s that smell?” she looks up, trying to find the source of the savory smell. you blushed at her sweet words as you explain you had made them dinner. she looks around the house and notices how beautifully spotless it is. “look at you mama, having food and a clean house all ready for me.” she says, grabbing the small of your waist and pulling you in for a sultry kiss. sweat, dirt, and her cologne fills your nose as you grab her auburn hair and kiss her deeper. “did you miss me baby?” she says, pulling away and laughing. “yes els.. you don’t know how much. i’ve been so bored here all week missing you… needing you.” your final words trail off, making ellie raise her eyebrows.

“go upstairs and lay down on the bed.” her words surprised you, not expecting her to be so demanding so fast. “but els.. the food!” you pout, turning back to see the steam from your plates become thinner. she gives you a look, a look that you just know you want to listen to, as you turn on your heels running upstairs. she watches you and goes to store the food in the microwave until you two are done.

you hear the downstairs shower running for about 15 minutes, growing more impatient by the second. “els!!! where are you?” you shout from upstairs. suddenly, the water turns off. about 5 minutes goes by and you see your wife walk in, wearing a pair of clean boxers and her sports bra. you practically drool. “couldn’t get my pretty girl all dirty right?” she says, walking over to the bed. you attentively sit up, watching her every move. she crawls onto the bed, and on top of you. “els…?” you say, looking up at her with innocent eyes. her eyes had grown darker, needier. “let me take care of you baby.”, she says, immediately sucking on the soft part of her skin. the sudden contact makes you moan loudly, holding her head in place.

“my sexy fuckin’ wife, cleaning my house and having hot food ready for me.” she says between kisses. her bent knee separates your legs, making you gasp at the sudden contact against your beating cunt. ellie notices how your wetness had pooled out through your underwear and into your shorts, smirking against your skin. her kisses trail down your collar bone, until she meets your thin cami top. “wearing these tiny little tops, looking so fucking beautiful.” suddenly, she rips the entire top in half in one fell swoop. “els!! this was one of my favorite tops!!” you say, pouting at her. “don’t worry baby, i’ll buy you as many more as you want- fuck i’ll buy you a hundred more- whatever you want.” her lips latch onto your left breast, suckling as her hand plays with your right bud. “fuck!!.. fuck, els please.. more..” she laughs softly, lifting her head up to look you in the eyes. “alright sweet thing.”

“aghhhhhh!!! ellie s’too much!!!” your head is shoved into the pink comforter of your bed as ellie’s strap enters and exits you at an animalistic pace. her grip on your hips is so strong, you’re sure it’ll leave marks. “my sexy wife, fuck.. look at you.. gonna.. gonna put my babies in you… fill you up.” nothing but the sound of your wet cunt, the bed creaking , and moans fill the room. “yeah baby?… what do u-fuckkkkk.. what do u think? you’d be so pretty.. all round and plump carrying my-nghh… kids..” you feel so full of her and all you can hear, smell, feel, think: is her. the knot in your stomach is pulling tighter and tighter and you feel like you’re gonna burst. “yes..-fuck!! yes els please!!!” her sweat drips off her forehead and down on your back. “look at that pretty pussy taking all of me.. so fuckin’ wet. she���s swallowing me.” her pace speeds up, her nails drawing small droplets of blood from your blush hips. her hand reaches around and begins drawing fast circles around your puffy clit. “els!!! m’gonna cum!! fuck-“ her pace speeds up as she her own orgasm from the back of the strap rubbing on her clit furiously tips her to the edge. “fuck- baby come with- with me.. gonna fill you up baby… cmon mama give it to me-“ her words, her pace, everything tips you over the edge as the moment you’ve been waiting for all week happens. your orgasm rips through you making you see stars and screams her name as ellie’s follows right after. you both fall over exhausted.

“got another one in you baby?”

#ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #i need to be her housewife omg #ellie x you

[catboygretzky]

Exyblr Dashboard Simulator based on what I personally see on sportsblr:

3/?

🫡 exyisntreal follow

actually the real reason they call it the fox HOLE court is - *exy ball hits my head, immediately killing me*

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😎 foxyknoxy

@ sports news.................

there are so many other ways you can say this

🐋 sexyexy

can i add another personal fav?

😎 foxyknoxy

how do they keep getting away with this

#the real question now is: #DOES kevin day top neil josten? DOES neil josten edge kevin day?

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👁 jean-mor-uhoh

asking exy fans "is he attractive or is he just tall and athletic" is so funny like - no no no we've accepted that he isn't attractive. he's just some guy. the most Some Guy some guy in the world. he probably uses 3 in 1 shampoo/conditioner/body wash and drives a big truck bc he thinks it looks manly. he has no discernable personality besides 'athlete' and listens to terrible country music. can he even read? questionable.

#you don't need to tell us #we know #the average looking rep we need!

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🥰 boytoyjeremyknox follow

I'M SICK OF NCAA EXY MIC DROPS !!!!!! KEVIN DAY NEVER WENT SKIING AND NOW I HAVE JEREMY KNOX IN MY FACE TELLING ME JEAN MOREAU IS A TROJAN??????????????? I CAN'T HANDLE THIS

#this is too MUCH i need PEACE and QUIET also omg hiiiii jere u look so slurpable covered in sweat

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🫡 exyisntreal follow

yeah espn+ is fun and all but then you get to the ad break and LIVE SPORTS! ESPN+ ORIGINALS! smacks you in the face and you regret everything

🧸 mreow-bearcats-mreow

had a dream once where riko moriyama was standing at the end of my bed like a sleep paralysis demon, stage whispering "LIVE SPORTS!" over and over

🫡 exyisntreal follow

girl r you like,,,, ok?

🧸 mreow-bearcats-mreow

no 👍

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👨🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻 talk-exy-to-me

kevin day????????! like from the fanfiction??!?!

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🏳️‍🌈 gay4stickball follow

seeing a player on campus is always a trip like logically i know you go to my school. we've shared classes. but this is MY coffee shop i frequent and your stupid exy ass should never be NEAR ME go back to the FANFICTION where you belong!!!!!!!!!!!

#leave me be

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🌸 a-softer-exy

neil josten x kevin day - hands

#neil josten #kevin day #psu #psu foxes #palmetto #0210 #kdnj #njkd #web weave #exy #hands

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#all for the game #kevin day #neil josten #jeremy knox #jean moreau #kevneil #exyblr #aftg #mine #the espn+ is for the real ones sorry if you dont understand #once again the web weave is the most accurate part of this #the foxhole court #the sunshine court #tsc spoilers #tsc

[centrally-unplanned]

The Clarkesworld AI Spam issue is one of those stories that to me really highlights the limits of the tools that hype is obscuring. Clarkesworld is a well-established Sci-Fi publishing magazine that today had to suspend all of its submissions due to being overwhelmed by ChatGPT generated entries:

This inspired a lot of discourse around the idea of a ‘crisis of credibility’ on the internet, AI sweeping away the boundries of authenticity in a flood of forgeries. How can magazines even operate in this new environment, one might ask?

Which is weird because this environment isn’t new at all, as the editor, Neil Clarke, comments on in his blog post around the problem:

Since the early days of the pandemic, I’ve observed an increase in the number of spammy submissions to Clarkesworld. What I mean by that is that there’s an honest interest in being published, but not in having to do the actual work. Up until recently, these were almost entirely cases of  plagiarism, first by replacing the author’s name and then later by use of programs designed to “make it your own.”

The issue isn’t that spam exists, its the quantity:

This is undoubtably a gigantic spike, and 100% it is induced by ChatGPT.

But hold on - is ChatGPT actually *better* at this that previous spam tools? Niel doesn’t think so, even if he is worried about the future: 

I’m not going to detail how I know these stories are “AI” spam or outline any of the data I have collected from these submissions. There are some very obvious patterns and I have no intention of helping those people become less likely to be caught...

... What I can say is that the number of spam submissions resulting in bans has hit 38% this month. While rejecting and banning these submissions has been simple, it’s growing at a rate that will necessitate changes. To make matters worse, the technology is only going to get better, so detection will become more challenging.

And how expensive was the plagarism before to do anyway? It was copy-pasting text, automated word replacement programs, and done, that is trivial. Its a little harder than ChatGPT, sure, but you could make a thousand in a day no sweat, automated scripts randomizing names and jumbling nouns from a list. 

The success rate also seems to be zero! Neither plagarism nor ChatGPT generates any story worth a damn, these aren’t being accepted. Neil is quite confident he is catching 100% of them and I believe him on that, these tools cannot write good fiction of any length beyond a paragraph. 

So what is the ChatGPT’s advantage over previous, ‘dumber’ spam that justifies a 100-fold increase in spam usage? I am not seeing one, and I don’t think there is one besides marginally lower per-spam costs. Phrased another way, what was stopping someone from submitted 500 spam entries in one month in 2021? Nothing but interest in doing so.

Which is the rub of why this is happening - it isn’t because ChatGPT is good at this task, its because its the hype thing to do. Everyone is talking about it, everyone is trying it out, everyone is trying to find “delta” so they can ride the hype train. A bunch of people, some who may have even had axes to grind against Clarkesworld, have heard of this brand new fun tool and are flooding into the market to take advantage of it. But there might not be much to take advantage of; hype is fleeting, particularly in the face of no results as this effort is getting. As it fails, unless that axe really needs grinding above all else, spammers will move.

All of this to say that this story is, again, not a story about AI at all. AI is just the reason these already-bad parts of the system are being tested in the public eye.

#ai discourse

[robthegoodfellow]

I'm Glad My Dad Died

mungrove | slightly expanded version of fic written for @strangerthingscharityzine | ao3

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Billy had a secret: he was glad his dad was dead. So glad that even when his mom sold their house in Ocean Beach and moved them to Hawkins, Indiana, uprooting him from his friends and the sea and everything Billy loved, he still wouldn’t go back to the way things were. Given the options—California, dad alive; or Indiana, dad dead—he’d pick the second every time.

He would, even though Hawkins was its own hell. Learned the hard way that among prepubescent country bumpkins, embroidered roses on your shirt and hair like Shirley Temple bought you a one-way ticket to Loserville.

It was the fall of 1979. Disco was dying and former flower children were gearing up to vote for Reagan. Kumbaya over, time to make America great again.

So, yeah—sixth grade sucked, but stuff at home was world’s better. They were living with Aunt Doris—because San Diego was too expensive, his mom said, and wouldn’t it be nice to get a fresh start?

Mom was really into the whole fresh start thing—which Billy suspected was fueled by guilt and determination to be the kind of mother she hadn’t been before. And… he appreciated that. He did.

But—he wished she would stop? Put down the pen, step away from the extracurricular sign-up sheets.

Because if the outfit put a target on his back, swim team aimed the bow, and band fired the arrow. 

You’ll miss the water, honey. And you love music! 

She wasn’t wrong. He did love those things—but not enough to willingly wear a Speedo in public or blunder through some Beethoven on the flute. Also in public.

Oh—why the flute? Because she’d fed him a steady diet of hippie tunes from the cradle and knew how much he dug Jethro Tull. Perfectly reasonable explanation—his peers would definitely understand.

Here lies Billy Hargrove, innocent victim of social homicide. 

The bullying was relentless, but Billy figured he could take it. No middle school bully could come close to the one he’d lived with all his life. 

You know, the one he was glad was dead.

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Billy hadn’t wanted to attend the talent show, but Mom insisted it was important to support his friends. By which she meant her friends—women she’d been palling around with who had kids in said show.

Kids she’d been aggressively arranging playdates with like Billy was five. 

Patrick’s talent was making twenty free-throw shots in a row. Robin’s was singing “This Land is Your Land” in four different languages. His mom and Mrs. Buckley had laughed about keeping the less than patriotic lyrics, assuming the Spanish rendition would fly over people’s heads.

Billy felt bad even thinking it, but he did wonder if his mom pushing these particular friends at him was part of her fresh start campaign.

Pat was black. Robin was a girl. And his dad had a habit of muttering snide remarks about anyone who wasn’t a WASP packing a sizable stinger—who wasn’t a clone of Neil Hargrove, basically.

And look, Pat and Robin were—fine. But he knew and they knew that they were only hanging out because their moms wanted them to, which was awkward as hell. Made his palms sweat whenever they were together or whenever they said hi at school despite him being a fairy freak according to kids whose opinions mattered. 

They were nice, but it felt like pity. Embarrassing in a way that made him shrivel up inside.

So he wasn’t in the best mood, slumped in the auditorium between his mother and Doris, praying no one pelted him with shit from behind. Mom felt crappy enough about all those years with Neil—Billy didn’t need her kicking herself for scooping him out of the fire and into a frying pan.

Pat set a record—28 in a row—and Billy clapped. Robin sang her song wearing a daisy crown, and Billy clapped. Dully, he watched as stagehands set up the next act, hauling out a drum kit.

Gareth, this shrimpy sixth grader, sat at the drums. Then an eighth grader came out, followed by a couple kids in seventh, the former bearing an electric guitar, one of the latter a bass. The guitarist waved, leaned into the mic—skinny guy with a buzzcut, eyes big and dark as an alien. 

We are Corroded Coffin—paused as a contingent of the audience went nuts—and this song is called Paranoid.

In the next row, a kid whispered, excited: Think they’ll make Coleman pull the plug again?

Gareth banged his drumsticks, counting them off. 

The opening riffs were like nothing Billy had heard before—this grind of chords that rattled teeth, thrummed in the chest. He straightened, compelled forward, a fishing line hooked deep.

Buzzcut was bent over the strings so low that all you could see was the top of his head, a fuzzy cue ball. Then Gareth kicked in, and the front man wailed the first verse, this nasal staccato, sort of speak-singing.

Billy scrambled to decipher the rapidfire—caught bits of the first verses. Then the bridge begged for help, and the rest landed loud and clear.

I need someone to show me The things in life that I can't find I can't see the things that make       true happiness I must be blind

The words were meant for him—just for Billy. It’s me. The guitarist leapt, plunged into a driving solo. The song’s about me.

Make a joke and I will sigh And you will laugh and I will cry Happiness I cannot feel And love to me is so unreal

Helpless, Billy turned to his mom, who grinned, whispering they’re great, aren’t they? He could only nod, swinging back to the guitarist, riveted until the final blaring note.

For Christmas, Billy unwrapped the smallest package under the tree—a cassette. It was all he’d asked for: Black Sabbath’s greatest hits album.

Because that night of the talent show, he sold his soul for rock n’ roll.

More specifically, for heavy metal.

More secretly, for the boy with the big brown eyes.

Eddie, he��d found out at school the next day, gossip overheard at lunch. The boy was Eddie.

Eddie Munson.

And whenever Billy caught a glimpse of him, the rest of that year, he thrummed like an electric guitar.

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Unfortunately, his passion for headbanging and powerchords did not meaningfully improve the remainder of middle school, and by the time he walked the stage at eighth grade graduation, Billy resolved to make a change—give himself a fresh start on his terms.

First, he mowed endless lawns and bought a new wardrobe: bootcut jeans with matching boots, which lent him some height and a certain swagger; button downs in dark colors worn open to his sternum and white tees like the crew from Outsiders; a bitchin’ leather jacket.

His hair had progressed from Shirley Temple to Farrah Fawcett, so he trotted to the barber for a Bon Jovi bi-level. Almost chickened out at the mall when he got his ear pierced, but loved the way the earring swung from his left lobe… though the right would’ve been more accurate. 

He quit band and swim. Thought maybe he’d try basketball instead, and enlisted Pat to help him practice.

They were actual buddies by then.

Lastly, he took up smoking. Marlboro Reds, because they were badass. Soldiered through the pack all summer, suppressing a gag on every pull till he was puffing like a chimney.

August before ninth grade, Pat’s brother let them tag along to a party at the quarry; if Billy got in good with upperclassmen, it could pave the way to social acceptance—maybe even… popularity?

Total pipe dream, but then… it worked.

That night was one for the record books: first time smoking dope, shot-gunning a beer… first time a girl went down on him.

First time he’d seen Eddie in two years. Wouldn’t even have recognized him, except the eyes hadn’t changed. Eddie was a junior and looked it: taller, wild dark hair to his shoulders, tattoos peeking from his sleeves. He made a brief appearance and vanished—there to sell some supply, not socialize.

Billy wished he’d stayed. Admitted then what he was most excited about for high school: the chance to see Eddie Munson again.

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Ironically, the object of Billy’s obsession had suffered a fall from grace in the transition to the big leagues: swirling rumors swore he was a Satan-worshiping anarchist and a burnout to boot. A weirdo who played geeky games with his loser friends.

Except—unlike Billy, Eddie didn’t give a fuck. While Billy strutted around vaguely unsettled, ill at ease with his costume, this immersive performance for the foreseeable future, Eddie had unveiled his freak flag—reveled in it, let it fly.

Regret gnawed at him, grew in Billy’s gut—knew if he were a little braver, he could trash this cool kid stuff and… 

End of Eddie’s senior year, Billy was sick at heart. Knew he’d missed his shot.

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So imagine his confusion, surprise—his hidden euphoric delight—when Billy spotted that dark mop atop a wiry frame loping across the parking lot on the first day of eleventh grade.

Eddie should have graduated, but for whatever reason… hadn’t.

Thus, a new resolution: seize this chance. Be Eddie’s friend.

By second semester, Billy had worked his way up to casual chit chat and also, incidentally, was a raging pothead—so much so that his mother was worried, and she had spent the 60s stoned out of her gourd.

Let him experiment, Doris advised, winking at Billy over dinner. His grades are fine. What’s the harm?

The following evening, Doris showed him her special cookies stashed in the freezer, cautioning him to only ever take one bite and be patient. Billy asked if he could give one to his friend.

Top tier moment, right up there with Dad dying. Eddie’s eyes lit up all starry, demanded Billy come hang so they could make like Keebler—try the old elfin magic—and Billy was blessed to learn that Loaded Eddie = Handsy Eddie.

Blessed and cursed, because Eddie learned that Blazed Billy = Honest Billy. Tell me a secret, Eddie said, tickling. Tell me a secret.

Nothing happened. Eddie was just… affectionate. Bit of a snuggler. Who now knew he was the reason Billy was such a metalhead. 

And that Billy was glad—about his dad.

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Eddie was held back again, and suddenly math and history were Billy’s favorite classes because Eddie sat next to him in the back row. Seemed to do decently with Billy there egging him on.

Thus, his final resolution: graduate with Eddie. Drag him across the finish line if necessary. Billy held study sessions he didn’t need at the library after school, invited Eddie to join—and Eddie did.

Eddie invited Billy to come see his band play at a local bar on Tuesdays—and Billy did.

Tell me a secret, Eddie said one weekend, when they were sharing a bowl, and Billy snorted, gazed into bloodshot eyes. Glad you got held back. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be doing this. Eddie smirked, soft. Getting high? Billy laughed. Hanging out.

Billy turned eighteen that March, and the Buckleys and McKinneys came over to celebrate, as usual. Unusual was the doorbell as they were about to eat, Eddie and Wayne trooping in, sorry for being late.

Robin picked up on something that night—cornered him in the bathroom. Are you and Eddie…? Billy went tight, and she rushed to reassure. It’s okay if you are. I am, too. So Billy breathed, calmed. I am. I dunno if he is. Robin arched her brow. From where I’m sitting, odds are good.

Billy spent weeks yanking hope by the roots.

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Come May, they walked in green cap and gown—hugged in the milling crowd, Eddie cackling wet in his ear, a clinging koala. Didn’t think I could do it.

Billy brought him along to Robin’s graduation party. In the backyard, her old childhood treehouse beckoned, and they heeded the call.

Tell me a secret, Eddie said, sitting back against mossy boards. They weren’t even high. He flicked Billy’s earring—set his heart swinging. That should be on the other side, Billy said, and stared until Eddie flushed red, understood. I got a secret, he said, and Billy didn’t dare to know but did. 

Eddie said it: I’ve wanted to kiss you all year.

A click as Billy swallowed, bone dry. Then do it.

And Eddie did.

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#mungrove #when characters meet as kids you know the drill #apologies to jennette mccurdy #eddie munson #billy hargrove #guest appearances from billy's mom robin buckley and pat mckinney

[stick-ball]

Serious question, but how do you think Andrew being taller-tall would affect plot and in what way. I always have hard time seeing him as this steady image of safety mainly because of his size.

I am an Andrew lover first and foremost so I accept him in every shape and size he may come in xd

Okay, but seriously now. I think him being taller would've definitely altered some points of the plot. The first thing that comes to mind is his relationship with Neil. Neil from the get-go makes us aware that due to his father's abuse, he is scared of not only older but taller men. They read as a threat. If Andrew was a big guy and had not the puppy dog personality of Matt, Neil would probably have a much harder time trusting him or opening up to him. Their relationship might've gone differently. All of Andrew's actions would've been interpreted with distrust, as they are anyway at the start, but the root would be in a much deeper fear.

I also think that's crucial for Andrews character. He is, as you said, seen by us as the image of safety - but that's Neil's opinion. that's how he sees him. Most people look down on him, only those who are keenly aware danger is not always about brute strenght don't make fun of the red flag he comes waving around in every situation. Neil or Riko aren't tall either, so they know what kind of things he can still be capable of without the proper moral limitations. Kevin, Jean and Renee will know that to, due to their experiences.

Still, most people don't see him as a threat, or as strong, the size is a point of ridicule but also a point of tactical advantage for him. If they don't take you seriously they don't see you coming for them, do they? Add the label of "psychotic" which is also thrown around in contempt, on the edge if being a slur by some characters and there you go. He's not seen as strong, he's seen as a train running of the tracks, about to crash in a nearby town.

There are only a few that know better, as it usually is in life, which, proper advantage. I would say the only reason Andrew was on parole with the requirement for medication after he almost killed those 4 guys who attacked Nicky before the first book happens - instead of being locked up for it instead - was due to his size. If he was a big guy he would be treated much more harshly, especially with his previous criminal record.

Another thing this point brings up is how I read a couple posts in the past, where people thought it improbable that Drake managed to get Andrew concussed and at his mercy so easily in the Thangsgiving scene, since Andrew is supposed to be so strong. (This isn't criticism, im just giving my own outview)

Be that as it may, size does matter. Andrew is strong and dangerous for many, and he could best probably most of the people reading this in a fight no sweat. But you know what's the reason for that? He's prepared. He actually knows how to fight. There are scenes in canon and ec If im not mistaken, that bring it up. I've been trained in martial arts since I was 4 years old (on G-d no cap) and I can, and did, manage to take down many guys twice my size and strenght because of that - but that's because I was smarter, or quicker, or my technique and endurance was better. Andrew spars, Andrew has training while most people don't. Just because a guy is twice his size doesn't mean he actually knows how to use his body weight to land a solid punch, doesn't mean he has the instinct and proper form to block a fist coming at his side thats gonna push all air out of his lungs. So yeah, against people less trained than him, he has a chance.

Tw: discussion of the thanksgiving scene, psychological trauma, ambush situations.

But Drake is a marine. He has extensive training, worse - he has the tactical advantage of surprising him, and worst of all - the force of trauma that comes with being suddenly attacked by one of your worst fkn horrors. It's a ambush and he has every single ace up his sleeve. I've been in a situation like that once, so I can imagine the complete and utter short-circuit Andrew's brain must have gone in in those precious seconds that would give him an even chance against Drake. But then, Drake is as much a physical as psychological horror, and it's no wonder the fear that brings make Andrew spiral into dissociation as a coping mechanism.

End of the triggering stuff!

In the end, though, safety in my opinion is about more than physical strenght. Sometimes it's just having someone by your side even if there's no chance of making it to the other side. That type of support can make anyone keep going. And I think that more than anything else is what Neil sees him as. He is, to make it cliché, the lighthouse bringing him to the safety of shore in a midnight storm. (I will shut up now bcs the fever must be getting worse if im saying shit like this).

thank you for this ask, I live to talk about andrew minyard ❤️❤️❤️

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Yay a Glee (Quinn) writer! lol I miss her! Can I request reader lending her sweater to Quinn, when Quinn is home, she realizes she still has r’s sweater and she find r’s iPod. Out of curiosity, Quinn looks through it and finds a playlist titled with her name, friends to lovers please! :)

Lost Something?

1,035 words

fluff

quinn fabray x reader

a/n: this was hard to write for some reason lol. keep sending your requests, im working on them right now and they should be out sometime soon!!

if someone would’ve told you that you would’ve fallen for your best friend quinn fabray, you would’ve laughed in their face. but here you were, sitting across from her at breadstix trying hard not to lean over and kiss her. she was wearing a red sundress, matching her red headband, and jeans. a look that made your knees weak. you, however, had decided to dress down for the occasion, a hoodie and sweats, you didnt expect her to dress up so you didnt.

she looked at you and laughed softly “whats going through your mind, y/l/n,” she said softly before taking a bite of her food. you shook your head “no nothing, dont worry” you replied before pushing your plate away, something you did whenever you were done with your food. “you’re already done? i just started!” she joked, trying to finish her food faster. “hey, we dont have to finish at the same time” she laughed softly before copying you and pushing her plate away towards you after she finished.

the waitress brought the check by, you and quinn looked at each other. you both wanted to pay but you didnt want to fight about it so you just let her. she smiled as she reached for the check and put her card in it. you sat back and looked at her with a smile. “you let me pay?” she questioned. “i didnt want to fight about it” you answered. she shook her head “we wouldn’t have fought, i would’ve just made us get my way” she smiled while you laughed, “sounds like a fight to me” the waitress brought back quinn’s card. the blonde said a quick ‘thank you’ to her before the two of you got up and started to leave.

it was cold outside, ohio in december isn’t exactly the warmest. you looked at the cheerleader next to you, watching as she was shivering. you quickly took your hoodie off before handing it to her “put it on” you instructed as you walked with her to your car. she looked at you, without your hoodie you were left in just a t-shirt. she shook her head “i dont want you to freeze” she wrapped her arms around her body, trying to conserve warmth, “i’m not going to freeze, q, you might though” quinn scoffed jokingly before taking the hoodie from your hands and slipping it on, the smell of you wafting through her senses.

quinn wouldn’t never admit this to anyone, but she was starting to catch feelings for you as well. you did the sweetest things try to make her happy, like giving her your hoodie whenever she was cold or making her her favorite pastry whenever she was sad. you remembered the small things and she loved that about you.

you dropped quinn off at her house about a half an hour ago. she had been sitting on her bed in your hoodie all that time. she turned on her side and put her hands in the pocket. the blonde felt something touch her hand. curious, she pulled it out of the pocket and looked at it. your ipod. god, you must’ve been dying without this. you can barely go five minutes without music.

quinn got curious about what you had been listening to all these years so she decided to go through it. show tunes, neil diamond, john denver, billy joel, simon and garfunkel. all people she was expecting, you weren’t very new with your tastes. she kept going through it before landing on a playlist. this playlist intrigued the blonde, as it was titled ‘quinn <3’.

the cheerleader smiled at the sight before quickly clicking on it before she could think. make you feel my love, lucky, something, but one song stood out to her, you belong with me by taylor swift. the only song from this playlist she actually knew and knew the meaning of.

quinn sat stunned, the thought of you actually liking her back made her crazy. she couldn’t wait til tomorrow to find out, she needed to know now. the blonde raced downstairs and outside to her car. she got in and drove to your house, breaking numerous speeding and stopping laws.

once the blonde got to your house she knocked on the door until someone answered. just to her luck, you were the one who answered. “whats up quinn? why are you knocking so much?” quinn looked up at you, looking at you dressed in sweats and a tank top. she gently bit her lower lip before holding up your ipod, “lost something?” she said with a smirk. you smiled brightly before yanking your ipod from her hands “oh my god i thought this was gone forever! was it in my hoodie?” you questioned while bringing her inside and up to your room. quinn nodded and sat on your bed “it was, you know, there was a certain little playlist that caught my eye”

your eyes went wide and you looked down, trying to avoid any and all eye contact “i dont know what you’re talking about” you mumbled. quinn smiled and looked at you, she didnt need your confirmation, your reaction made her know you liked her. you felt the warmth of her hand on your back rubbing soft circles “hey its okay, can you look at me for a minute?” she questioned. you looked at her, scared for whats going to happen. the blonde used her hand to cup your cheek, gently rubbing the apple of it. “you like me right?” she asked. you closed your eyes in fear, you didnt want to lose her. you just nodded in response, your eyes still closed.

quinn sighed and looked at you, she knew you weren’t going to open your eyes so instead of trying to talk to you, she just placed a gentle kiss on your lips. “i like you too” she said softly. you opened your eyes slowly, making eye contact with her before kissing her again. she smiled and kissed back before laying down on her back, inviting you to lay on her. you laid your head on her chest.

“so are you gonna send me that playlist, love?”

#glee imagine #dianna agron #quinn fabray #quinn fabray imagine #quinn fabray x reader #glee fanfiction #glee #quinn #glee x reader #x reader

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When the day met the night x Billy Hargrove x female reader

You and Billy were polar opposite, you were the definition of a summer day personified, while he was a hurricane. Billy never expected himself to fall for such a good girl. (Grumpy x sunshine trope)

Warnings: Smoking, mentions of porn (it’s brief but for that reason only 18+ MDI) Abuse, Neil physically hurting Billy, Billy being mean at the beginning, The moms at the pool (this may be a warning as Billy is a minor and Max and Billy not having the strongest of relationships

A/N: I wrote this completely in one sitting so it may not be my best fic I’ve ever written but oh well. Again my maladaptive daydreaming strikes again and this fic is inspired by the lyrics from ‘when the day met the night’ by panic at the disco. This is different from my usual writing style and instead of lines to break up the story, I used lyrics from the song. I’m aware Billy doesn’t have a fence around his house allow it for the story. Sorry if some parts sound overly British as I’m from the U.K.. Apologies for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy

When the sun found the moon she was drinking tea in her garden

Wiping off the sweat that glisten on his brow in the hot Indiana heat as he pulled up to his drive. Turning off his engine, taking a moment to adjust his sunglasses that slid down the bridge of his nose, mentally preparing himself to deal with Neil and his far from normal home life.

Praying that he made it home before Neil did, so Billy could walk up to his room and stay there till the day ended. Hopefully ending the day without becoming his father’s punchbag, pummelling away his frustrations and anger towards whatever had pissed him off that day, only ending when Billy could barely stand.

Billy had quite possibly the longest shift he ever had, every kid in there wanted to be, well according to Billy, a piece of shit. He had to yell at them for running by the pool, diving in the water till his throat became red raw leaving his voice raspy and horse, for speaking felt like hot gravel scraping across his throat every time he uttered a word. While their moms? Sat there gawking at billy, making bedroom eyes at the teen completely ignoring that their children were making Billy’s life a living hell.

All Billy wanted to do now was to go up to his room open up a can and blast out a few tapes.

Stepping out of his camaro lifting up a cigarette to his lips, cupping over the end to create a windshield for the flame to ignite. Taking a well deserved drag, allowing the stress to melt away from his tone muscles as nicotine course through his veins.

He was about to open the door when he heard a feminine voice call over to him

“Hi neighbour, I’m Y/N my family just moved here”

He turned his head and looked over his shoulder. His shades blocking out his rolling eyes for the last thing he needed right now was to make small talk with one of his new neighbours

“Hi” he respond coldly, clearly in no mood to start a conversation especially with someone who he barely knew, especially in the hell hole that was Hawkins she would stick her nose where it doesn’t belong. As from Billy’s experience that is that all people do from this wretched town, and he has zero interest in being her friend just because they’re neighbours doesn’t mean that he owes her shit.

But to his dismay she didn’t let the ice cold response deter her away from getting to know the blonde hair boy, who was most probably glaring at her from behind his tinted shades.

“I made some ice tea if you want some?” She smiled motioning towards the jug sat on her porch. Her voice quite possibly angelic like the bright summer sun personified. She looked so radiant standing there in her denim shorts smiling at him with her pink bubblegum lips.

Much to Billy’s distaste she pulled him in, she was far from the girls he had on his posters or those in his porn magazines that was kept under his bed. She looked angelic, like the gods in heaven handcrafted her to look so damn perfect, this good girl persona who saw the best in everyone, and god did it make Billy sick.

“I don’t drink tea darling” he dismissed her friendly gesture, adding a very condescending tone on the word darling, so she’d really get the picture that he doesn’t want to give her the time of day.

Her brows furrowed slightly, questioning what she did wrong? Isn’t this how you were supposed to introduce yourself to your new neighbour? Maybe in Indiana they did things differently that she wasn’t aware of.

“I can get you some water if you like?” She offered, trying to piece back her smile back together again, but this time it was slightly wobbling from being so rudely dismissed. But Y/N liked to believe the best in everyone, maybe that was her fatal flaw? She was still so innocent and naive that her view of the world has yet to be destroyed and corrupted.

He clicked his tongue and pressed his lips together, what the fuck is wrong with this girl?

He walked towards the fence where she leant upon. He towered above her, glaring daggers into her flesh.

“Look I don’t know if you’re deaf or something, but I don’t have any pleasure in standing here talking to the likes of you” he sneered, almost having some form of sadistic pleasure in seeing her smile drop, her eyes avoiding his as her shoulders caved in around her.

He walked back to his front door, giving another glance to the girl who stood frozen by the fence. Smiling to himself, at least now she knows not to think that people in this place are as friendly as she believes, in a way he was protecting her from being crushed further along the line. Best to rip the band aid off now and to open her eyes to the shit hole that is Hawkins Indiana

When the moon found the sun, he looked like he was barely hanging on, but her eyes saved his life

Y/N threw the trash bag that was slung over her shoulder into the silver trash can nestled by the side of her house.

Taking a brief moment to admire the neighbourhood that she now calls home. Looking at the pristine houses lined up in a row reflecting the pale moonlight that illuminated everything in sight. It look so quaint like something you’d see in movies about the idyllic American life.

“You’re fucking pathetic! You’re no son of mine, you’re just like you’re fucking mother. You’re a pussy just like her, get the fuck out of my sight”

Her ears pricked up at the booming loud voice spitting venom. It seemed to be coming from that boy’s house that she met a few days ago. She flinched at the aggressive voice booming so loud she didn’t know if she should call the police. The rest of the neighbourhood didn’t show any concern over the intense threatening screaming, like this was a casual thing that she should learn to grow use to. Y/N refused to let anyone suffer this extent of abuse, and those who just sat there and not doing a thing over these awful screams were simply inhumane.

She heard a sickening thud followed by silence, that made her feel sick to her stomach. She prayed that whoever was on the receiving end of those violent threats was okay and she didn’t just hear their body drop to the ground.

Billy stormed out of the house after receiving a powerful blow to his right eye socket and a punch to the nose for good measure. Neil laughing in Billy’s face when he flinched as the pain kicked in after his punch, blood gushing from his bruised and swollen nose.

God he hates it, he hates how weak he feels. Every punch he receives brings the waterworks to his eyes as he just wants a normal life, is that too much to ask for? When Billy was young and naive, instead of wishing for a puppy or what ever shit younger kids wished for on their birthdays, Billy wished for a farther who actually loved him, someone who didn’t punch him nearly everyday. Billy stopped wishing and blowing out candles, now he’s just lucky if on his birthday he can survive the day unscathed.

Billy lit a cigarette, shakily holding it to his lips. Taking such a deep inhale not caring that the smoke would damage his lungs, at this point he’d gladly embrace it. The tears flooded his cheeks as his breathing became erratic, fuck he really can’t deal with this shit for much longer.

Billy let out his pained frustrated cry of anger into the night sky as he kicked the fence that separated his house to his neighbour. Running his fingers through his curls, he couldn’t stop his body from trembling. He looked over his shoulder and was met with the wide eyes of Y/N who stared at him in a state of utter shock, with her hands pressed against her mouth to muffle the sharp gasp.

Great this is just what he needed right now

“What are you looking at?” He snarled, pressing his lips in a firm line to stop his tears from escaping. This is the last thing he wants is this girl to take pity on him, to think that he’s weak and pathetic

“You’re hurt”

“Wow way to state the obvious darling “ he scoffed, rolling his eyes, turning away from her.

He wish that he wasn’t seen especially like this, what is she going to do anyway? Ignore his suffering like every damn person in this neighbourhood did, that’s what he deserved right? To be left alone to rot, that’s what his mom did, she left him when he needed her. She was the first person to show him that the world didn’t care about him, for she saw his suffering and didn’t love him enough to care. For if she really cared about him she would of taken him far away from here. No one cares about billy hargrove and that’s the cold harsh truth he learnt to accept at a young age, that’s why he drank too much, for alcohol brought him the comfort of forgetting and numbing out this agonising emotional pain.

“You can come inside, we’ve got a medical box in the bathroom cupboard. I could get you patched up?” She offered her voice trembling with nerves, from a mix of Billy’s tendencies to meet kindness with aggression, and still in shock over what she over heard. I mean what kind of monster would beat his own son?

He didn’t answer her, his shoulders hunched as small sobs overtook his body. Billy didn’t know why this small act of kindness hit him so damn hard, for no one cared for him or at least pretends to care, for all he was met with was people looking the other way pretending that they didn’t see a single thing. All Billy ever wanted was someone to actually care about him, to show him an ounce of kindness, at this point he’d settle for the scraps of human decency.

But of course if you’ve spent your whole life not even receiving the bare minimum, you would simply believe that you didn’t deserve it. Because why else would his mom leave, why else would his farther hate him? It was easier to believe that he was unworthy of love and affection, to stop himself from breaking down into a puddle of tears every time at work when he saw fathers teaching their sons to swim, when they would hug them and not be afraid to say ‘ I love you’ to them.

“I don’t believe what he said” she stuttered, not really sure what to say next for billy was like a time bomb not knowing when he was next going to blow. But Y/N knew something and that was that she wasn’t going to leave him alone at least not tonight. “I don’t think you’re pathetic”

“You barely know me”

“All the more reason for you to prove me right. Are you coming?”

He sat on the porcelain lid of the toilet seat, while she hovered above his hips, her tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth in concentration as she inspected every part of his beaten face.

“I don’t understand” he muttered, it was supposed to be just for him to hear, but when their bodies were almost flushed together she couldn’t help but hear every word.

“What?”

“It’s just that you don’t know me, so why are you doing this?”

“You’re hurt and even though you don’t like me I couldn’t allow you to be on your own” she shrugged reaching towards the damp cloth resting on the corner of the sink.

“I don’t hate you-“

“But you always find flaws in all the nice gestures I do for you. You always-“

“Because you scare me”

“I scare you?” She questioned, she looked so dumbfounded by his response. Trying to cast her memory on what she could of done that could of been misconstrued

He sighed, as he looked her into her angel like eyes, that somehow his breaths got lodged in his throat and his thoughts scrambled into such a mess that he didn’t know how to function properly. Billy was a man of many words but she had the ability to reduce him into a babbling mess, he hated how much she enticed him. Billy believed it to be easier just to shut her out, as when you’re so use to abuse, kindness and love feels so alien, like a poison you have to spit out.

“Yes you do! I mean you’re nice to me for Christ sake, you treat me like I’m a good person and I can tell you darling I’m far from being a good person..” his sentence trailed away into thin air for he wanted to stop himself from admitting, not only to you, but out loud. that he may have a crush on the most sweetest, big hearted person he has ever met. He knows that deep down you deserve someone way better than him, someone without a reputation and without a closet full of baggage.

As she wiped the dried blood from his nose, he felt her breath warming his skin, making Billy’s breath hitched which further fuelled this unfamiliar feeling in billy.

She crouched down further to be on his level looking back into his eyes, giving him a kind sympathetic smile as if to say ‘I don’t believe a word you’ve just said’

“I believe that you’re a good person ..”

“Billy”

“Billy” she smiled feeling how the word felt to say. Billy swore that he hasn’t heard a sound so beautiful than his name falling from her tender lips, if he could replay it over and over again he would

“I’d like to be your friend if you’d let me?”

He felt his heart drop, friends was the furthest thing that he wanted to be with Y/N, but it’s a price he’s willing to pay just to have her close by. She’s too good for him and deep down billy believes it to be true

So he said “would it be alright if we just sat and talked for a little while?”

Y/N sat on the sun bed at the communal pool, drying off the water droplets of the chlorine pool water from her hair. The blazing sun shone down almost feeling like it was cooking her skin, so a dip in the cooling pool waters was definitely needed.

Which is why she was surprised by the group of mom’s to her left. They were giddily giggling as if they were back in high school, all dolled up to the nines. Looking as if they should be on their way to Enzos not lounging by the pool.

Y/N tried to mind her own business but she was utterly confused by the older women, how they were staring at the clock, reapplying another layer of lipstick as if they haven’t put on a coat 10 minutes before. All of them squealing about how it’s soon time for the lifeguard to come on shift, by the way they were squealing you’d think that someone famous was about to walk in.

Y/N would be lying if she said that this mystery lifeguard didn’t perk her interest, as the way the women were hyping them up they must be something special.

She picked up her book from the floor and placed her shades on her face trying to look inconspicuous as possible, for she didn’t want the women to know that she had overheard their conversation.

“It’s time” the mom with bleach blonde hair joyfully announced capturing the eager attention from the surrounding women.

Y/N pushed her book down which she gave up trying to pay attention to a while ago. She saw the female lifeguard in a skin tight red swim suit, stepping down from her chair strutting towards the changing rooms.

Y/N was momentarily deafen by the screams coming from their mouths, as the same door the female lifeguard exited from, out stepped no other than Billy Hargrove. Y/N almost choked on air for he was the last person she expected to see. She again didn’t like to judge people but she couldn’t help but judge the way the moms were battering their eyelashes towards the teen, biting their lips as they approached their sun beds, for Billy was old enough to be their own son. It felt very uncomfortable to observe as he was an minor they should really know better.

Y/N almost slammed the book into her face to hide her burning cheeks. Billy made her flustered especially how god like his tanned skin illuminated his washboard abs, the way his tongue swiped across his lips making her forget how to breathe altogether. Hoping that if she stuck her nose in her book she would just blend into the background and he would just walk right by her, so he wouldn’t have to see her scarlet cheeks and the way her body temperature was increasing rapidly making her perspire.

Instead of making his usual stop to greet Mrs Wheeler that it became a daily habit, it became such a habit that he felt like his day was thrown off if he didn’t see the blonde looking at him adoringly. Billy didn’t care about her in that sense, sure he flirted with her but to him it meant nothing. Billy just liked the attention, he liked how he could escape to work everyday being seen like this person who is worthy of all the attention his life lacks.

Much to the woman’s dismay he didn’t even look at her, she even convinced her husband to buy her a new swimsuit, of course he is blind to the reason why she brought it, but she knew she looked hot the least he could do was acknowledge her. Clenching her jaw together, glaring at the person who captured his attention instead of her, if looks could kill this girl would be dead in a matter of seconds.

Billy kept on walking past their sun beds for a girl in a baby blue bikini who was laughably failing at being discreet . For she was holding the book too close to her face to read a word, she did look adorable and that bikini look gorgeous on her, it complimented every curve on her frame. Billy had to mentally remind himself where he was before he stared for too long admiring every part of her perfect soft figure.

“Hey darling”

“Hi” she tried to muffle her squeak with a cough, still determined to stay buried within the confines of her book. She couldn’t figure out how to regulate her breaths, maybe it was the secret vulnerability or the fact he looked so damn delicious in those shorts, but something in that day made Y/N form a crush upon him.

He couldn’t help but laugh at her sudden timidness, he found her adorable sitting there trying to avoid this small crush she had formed on him, without realising how obvious she was being. She truly was the most endearing person he had ever had the pleasure to have met.

“How’s your book?”

“It’s good”

“I’m sure it is darling as you haven’t changed the page in 10 minutes” he smirked sitting down beside her. She placed her book down when she felt the bed dip beside her, her eyes traced the outline of his physique, she gulped loudly as her eyes darted towards the ground below. Cringing at herself for being the furthest thing from discreet.

“See something you like darling?” He winked at her, smiling as she squirmed in discomfort. He must admit that it heavily boosted his ego seeing her melt under his charm, he had Y/N exactly where he wanted her.

That’s one thing about Billy Hargrove he wasn’t use to doing the chasing, he would rather have girls throw themselves at his feet. But something about Y/N’s innocence and how effortlessly entrancing she was, she captured him with such a vice like grip that billy can’t escape, not that he wanted to. He would gladly die under her spell, all he wanted to do with her is to woo her, take her out and do all that romantic bullshit he saw in movies. And the obvious signs that she liked him back made Billy’s once cold and bitter heart swoon.

God what has Y/N done to him?

“I’m kidding darling, I was just wondering what you were doing here”

“Well I’m just exploring the place and you know without school starting there isn’t a lot to do” she shrugged, biting her lip, twirling a strand of her luscious hair around her fingertips.

Fuck did she have any idea what she was doing to him right now, if billy could he’d gladly eat her up

“I get off at 5, what are you doing then?” He flirted, smiling at her cheeks change of colour now she didn’t had her book to hide behind.

“Erm I’ve got the house to myself and I was going to watch this film I rented” Y/N nervously stuttered, unsure to what he was suggesting. Was Billy hargrove seriously asking her out? Or was he just being friendly and she was reading the whole situation completely wrong. For surely a person like billy would have cheerleaders throwing themselves at his feet, swooning at his Californian charm, there’s no way he was seriously toying with her right?

“Be ready at 6 darling” he grabbed her hand into his and placed a delicate kiss to her knuckles. He stood up, giving her a wink as he returned back to duty.

He left Y/N in such a state of shock, her mouth gaping like a fish. Unable to process what the fuck just happened to her.

Completely oblivious to the scoffs and death stares she received from the moms who just watched the whole situation unfold. Completely jealous of this mysterious new girl who captured the heart of their beloved lifeguard, while they were living off scraps of the teens attention.

So she said ‘that’s okay just as long as you can make a promise not to break my little heart or leave me all alone in the summer”

Soothing out the skirt of her daffodil coloured dress, staring at her self in the mirror, turning around to make sure that she looked good from all angles.

Y/N heard a knock at the door breaking her out of her trance allowing the nerves to completely kick in.

She’s actually having a date with the handsome boy next door

Trying to ignore the anxiety weighing heavily in her stomach, churning with each step as some dark thoughts whispered that this was a bad idea as he could never like someone like you.

“Hey darling” he smiled trailing her figure with his eyes, she looked radiant looking at him with her doe eyes. She truly looked beautiful

“Hi billy” she smiled, reaching towards him wrapping her arms around him. Billy was slightly taken aback by her warm gesture as he wasn’t use to girls being so gentle with him. He wrapped his arms around her taking in her scent of strawberries, and how perfectly she fitted into his arms, like she was made just for him.

Billy hated upbeat films, he’d rather sit and watch films that contains an obscene amount of violence. Always delighting when the good guy punches the ever living shit out of the bad guy, maybe because he wishes more than anything that he could dish out his father’s medicine back towards him. So Y/N’s favourite film of Grease was far from his usual watch, but seeing how enthralled she was by the film, made it bearable.

Halfway through the film, he slid his arm over her shoulder bringing her body closer to his. Bringing goosebumps all over her skin.

She felt his hand lifting her chin to face him, looking at him in the eyes she felt shivers running down her spine. He looked at her with soft eyes fluttering to a close, bringing her face closer to his till their lips were only an inch apart. Y/N forgot how to breathe entirely, if billy doesn’t kiss her now she swears that she’ll combust.

The kiss was tender and soft, far from the heated kisses Billy gave just to snake his way into the pants of some chick who’s name he couldn’t remember. but with her he wanted to take his time to get to know her properly, to do all the small steps of dating that one was expected to do.

Her heart fluttered the moment his lips connected upon hers, like she died and went to heaven. When he pulled away she felt a small pang of emptiness wanting him to kiss her over and over again.

“How about I take you out this Friday?” He whispered against her lips

“Like a date? So this isn’t a one time thing?”

“Oh darling you’re too special to be a one time thing” placing his lips back upon hers.

Well he was just hanging around then he fell in love

“And this is black widow, she’s such a badass” Max spoke with enthusiasm as she sat cross legged next to Y/N pointing at the comic book in her lap.

“She used to be bad then she turned good, but she can take down like 100 men with nothing but a gun and her assassin skills” max added, taking a sip of her ice tea.

“She sounds cool”

“More than cool, she’s powerful. Thanks for the tea Y/N-“

“Max what are you doing here?” She turned to see the face of a very puzzled Billy, wondering why his sister was at his girlfriend’s house.

“Y/N invited me, why are you here?” Max challenged, annoyed that Billy had to ruin what had been a perfect afternoon. The new neighbour was warm and caring, she only met the older girl a few hours ago but she felt a sisterly bond, one that she had yet to form with Billy.

“Hey” Y/N spoke trying to defuse the tension before it became fiery and heated. “I invited both of you”

Max looked at her in confusion, under what circumstances would a sweet girl like Y/N want to do with practically the biggest asshole of Hawkins or even in Indianan.

“I’m dating your brother” she smiled getting up to her feet placing a kiss upon Billy’s lips, which caused a fake gag from max. “And Billy be nice, I invited Max she’s a nice kid”

Which caused billy to scoff, she elbowed Billy’s side to tell him to behave.

Max collected her comic books into her arms, glaring at billy, her face softened when she looked at Y/N

“Thanks for inviting me Y/N, I better get going. maybe we could do this again sometime?” She suggested giving her a hug, max turned to her brother, “I swear to god Billy if you ever hurt her in anyway I’ll make your life a living hell!” And with that threat max closed the door behind her.

Billy Wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist, resting his chin on her head, taking in her comforting scent. “I missed you Y/N”

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“With max? She’s a sweet kid so why are you so mean towards her?”

“Maxine is my step sister, we have never gotten on. My dad likes her over me and wishes that she was truly his kid and not me” billy had to stop himself mid sentence as tears started to well in his ocean eyes. Swallowing them back down and continue to pretend that he wasn’t hurting from old wounds that lay infected never to heal.

“Billy, I’m sorry. I hope that you could see yourself through my eyes” Y/N softly smiled turning around to face him, looking in his eyes for what she had to say next, hoping that her words could penetrate into his soul so he could truly believe what she had to say. “I see a sensitive and sweet soul, someone who never fails to make me laugh, someone who brings out the best in me, someone who I love”

“Please don’t say what you don’t mean” he whispered, tears streaming down his cheeks. He was told from the day he was born that he was unloveable and that was what he grew to believe. Settling for one night stands finding comfort as and when he needs without the word he was undeserving to feel attached to.

“Billy I mean it, I love you” Y/N wiped his tears away with her thumb, kissing him gently on the cheek. “I felt it for a while, I truly love you Billy Hargrove”

“You really mean that?”

“Of course I do”

“I love you too darling” billy held her close to his beating heart that was beating only for her. She truly saved his life without realising it, for she didn’t let his protective outer layer deter her from getting to know him, the true him. He could finally let his guard down, the broken inner child that was kicked and punched has finally found someone to piece together his fragile heart.

For the first time in his life he felt he deserved to be loved, he found love in the beautiful internal summer which is Y/N. He was in love and was finally loved in return

When the moon fell in love with the sun all was golden in the sky, All was golden when the day met the night

A/N: thanks for reading, writing Billy fics have such a hold on me. Also I’m aware that Billy’s mother isn’t to blame, I just feel like sometimes he’d think like that. 100% more fics with this boy will be posted soon

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[sadhours]

Wicked Sensation

part nineteen // billy hargrove x f!reader

find all chapters here

a/n: this is the end of the road :( next chapter is the last one. thank you all so much for reading!! I’ll be working to start up another series.

word count: 5.5k

warnings: 18+ minors dni, dirty sex like literally, p in v, neil but he’s not being the worst?!

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

Billy has had what feels like the longest shift of his life. Twelve grueling hours of being under searingly hot engines. He’s learning a lot and earning even more but he sincerely fucking hates these long days. However, he’s offering to stay late more days than not. He’d saved up enough for a place but once you’d mentioned how you wanted a honeymoon, Billy took it upon himself to make that a reality. His bank account was looking nice meanwhile yours was draining almost as soon as you got paid. He wasn’t upset though, you were buying baby stuff and even though both he and Mary suggested you wait until after the baby shower to start buying stuff, he liked the excited look on your face as you showed him all the things you’d bought.

It’s late when he walks through the front door. You’re seated at the kitchen table, flipping through wedding magazines Mary brought home for you. The clock on the stove tells him it’s almost nine and the look on his face tells you the day he’s had. He’s covered in sweat and grease, his curls barely have any bounce to them as they stick to his neck and forehead and his eyes look exhausted. For some reason, the sight of him like this sets you aflame. You feel yourself getting very wet. And Billy can read you like an open book because he gives you a pointed look.

“I need to shower first,” he tells you seriously but his lips curl up as disappointment twists your features. “What? You want me to fuck you like this? All covered in fucking oil and god knows what else.”

You nod up at him, “You look so sexy.”

He shakes his head but steps closer to press his lips to yours. You deepen it instantly, sliding your tongue against his bottom lip until he opens his jaw slightly. Tongues clashing, you grab onto his dirty work shirt and moan softly. It lights something deep in Billy and he’s lifting you from the chair and setting you on the table. You don’t even care that your dad and Mary are awake. Maybe it’s the hormones but you want Billy so carnally in this moment you’re gonna let him fuck you on the kitchen table.

Your hands make quick work of his belt and zipping, pushing down his briefs and pants low enough for his cock to spring out. Billy groans into your mouth, his fingers pushing your nightgown up and pull your panties to the side. He presses his tip to your entrance and pushes in with ease, filling you to the brim in one swift thrust. You cry out but he silences it with his lips, hands digging into your hips while he drills into you. It’s so rushed and reckless, like if anyone walked in you two couldn’t physically stop. Your hands wrap around his neck, whimpering against his lips. With each thrust, he hits your g-spot so perfectly and repeatedly you’re already a goner.

He pulls his lips away to whisper in his ear, “Such a needy girl. You’ve been thinking about my cock filling you all day, haven’t you?”

“Y-yes,” you confess breathlessly, “want it all the time.”

Billy has to admit, with all the working he’s been doing he’s a little pent up so he’s not lasting very long. He grabs onto your hair and pulls it, tilting your head back so he can devour your throat with his tongue and teeth. You grip onto him tighter, gasping out without a care in the world about how loud you’re being. Billy rolls his hips into you even harder, his grip on your hair getting tighter as he chases his high. It grabs you first, though and you moan out his name as your hips rock up to meet his eager thrusts. Your orgasm ripples through you, your thighs shaking before your legs go limp. Billy grabs a hold of them, fingers digging into the back of your thighs as he holds them up. He gives another few hard thrusts before shooting his load into you. He stills completely, lowering his forehead to rest on your shoulder as he breaths hard. You giggle softly, wrapping your arms around his waist and turning your face slightly to kiss his dirty hair.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters before pulling away and stuffing himself back into his pants. “You need a shower now.”

You bite your lip as he slides your under back into place and helps you off the table. He laces your fingers and drags you to the bathroom where you share a very boring shower.

-

“He proposed how?” Eddie asks, eyebrows furrowed as he looks at Billy from across the room.

The baby shower was bigger than you thought it would be. Your dad invited every single one of his employees and they all showed up. You invited Eddie and Billy invited Max. But there were so many people here you barely knew. Mary even invited the majority of her coworkers. It was nice. Your eyes turn to follow Eddie’s, seeing as Billy sips his beer while talking to his coworkers.

“Well, the ring fell out of his pants when we were getting ready for bed and I saw it so he just did it then,” you shrug, “I’m sure he was planning some big gesture but I like how he did it. It was sweet.”

Eddie frowns, “He’s so different now.”

You know he means it as a compliment but you know this Billy has been in there all along. You’re just glad you were able to help coax it out of him. Billy was different without having to be under the dictatorship that was Neil but he was more like himself. He was patient, kind and incredibly loving. The biggest surprise was just how funny Billy is. He would have you bent over laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe. When he didn’t have to be so serious all the time, he had a great sense of humor.

“He’s himself now,” you correct Eddie.

He reaches over and squeezes your hand, “I’m happy for you. I mean it. You deserve this, all of it.”

“Thank you,” you beam, meeting his eyes. “Oh!” your eyes widen as you slide off your engagement ring and you hand it to Eddie. “Look how he engraved it.”

“Snoopy?!” Eddie let’s out a bellowing laugh before handing the ring back to you. “And you were embarrassed of those pajamas.”

“It’s still embarrassing,” you gush, “We may be getting married but I still want Billy to think I’m cool.”

“He obviously does, otherwise he wouldn’t be looking at you like that,” Eddie grins.

Your eyes raise back up to see Billy looking at you with stars in his eyes as he bites his lower lip. Your cheeks redden as you smile back and you see him walking over.

“Having fun, Eddie?” he asks, hands in his pockets.

Eddie nods enthusiastically, “Oh yeah, this is quite the rager. In fact, I frequent baby showers. They’re the best kinds of parties.”

“Well then,” Billy smirks up at you, “We’ll have to make a couple more so you can come to the parties.”

The idea that Billy wants more than one baby makes your stomach flip. You can just imagine him rocking cargo shorts and dad shoes.

“Give me two years after this one at least,” you say defensively.

“You excited to be maid of honor?” Billy directs his attention back to Eddie as he sits at the table with you two.

“Dude of honor, thank you very much,” Eddie bites back cheerfully.

“You wearing a dress?” Billy teases, pulling the beer he was holding up to his lips as he smirks over the rim of it.

“Don’t think I won’t,” Eddie mimics Billy’s smirk.

Mary interrupts by rushing over to tell you it’s time to open the gifts. She ushers you and Billy over to the couch where the presents are slowly presented to you. Mary takes photos of every gift, insisting Billy smiles as he hold them up. You turn to watch his face scrunch up in exaggerated delight as he holds up a box of diapers.

“You’re not gonna be making that face when you have to change ‘em,” you hear one of his coworkers call out.

Billy rolls his eyes as he sets the diapers back down but then his smile is back as Max walks over with a gift bag. He pulls the card out and opens it.

Billy,

This gift was hard to give because it’s the one thing I kept from your infancy. It was a reminder of the love your mother and I once shared and what a wonderful baby you were. You’re growing up and I wanted you to know I’m proud of you. I know you’ll be a great dad.

Love,

your dad.

Billy’s eyes immediately well up with tears and he wonders if his dad cried while writing that. Neil had never been so candid, he’d never once told Billy he was proud of him. He wouldn’t even bring up Billy’s mom. This… this was something else. He wipes his tears quickly, sniffling harshly as he hands you the card. He pulls out a second card and wonders if his dads playing a sick joke and this one will say Just kidding. Fuck you. but it doesn’t. This one is to you and him and it’s from Max and Susan. He reaches into the bag as pulls out some baby clothes. After you read the card, you’re leaning into Billy and pressing a kiss to his shoulder as you rub circles against his back. You’re crying, a lot more freely than he is. At the bottom of the bag, Billy feels the hard plastic and hears the sound before he sees the gift and immediately he knows what it is. He pulls it out, mouth agape slightly as he peers down at the ocean themed rattle. He recognizes it, he’d been pretty damn attached to it when he was a kid. He can’t believe his dad had kept it and had it tucked away all these years. He’s too floored by the rush of emotion to care about all the eyes in the room on him. He won’t let himself break down and sob, but he stays silent as he holds the toy in his hand. He didn’t know Neil had it in him to be so kind.

You press a kiss to his cheek, “That’s so sweet, Billy.”

“I know,” he says after clearing his throat and resting the rattle back into the bag before slapping his thighs, “Alright, what’s next?”

You let it go, knowing you’ll talk to him more in depth tonight. Max reaches forward and squeezes his shoulder before retreating. She knows Billy well enough to not dwell on this moment in front of everyone.

-

When you walk into the bedroom, you see Billy sitting against the headrest of your bed. He’s holding the rattle in his hands, turning it over while he looks at it. You sit next to him, placing a hand on his thigh as you wait for him to speak first.

“You think he regrets being a giant asshole my whole life?” Billy breathes out, not tearing his eyes away from the rattle.

“Probably,” you guess, “I’m sure he misses you being around. He’s probably had lots of time to think about how he treated you.”

Billy drops his hands, looking up at you with misty eyes, “I want to hate him so bad.”

“And you have every right to. But it’s complicated. Did you hold resentment for your mom after she left?”

He nods.

“Yet, you still love her dearly and you’ve justified why she left. It could be that while your dad was shitty to you, you still appreciate that he was there,” you offer, hoping it could help him. You didn’t exactly know how Billy was feeling but you know how you felt about your own situation with your parents.

Billy sighs, a tear breaking from his eyes and cascades down his cheek. He reaches for your hand and squeezes it, “I don’t want to be like him. I want to be a good dad.”

“You will be,” you promise, moving into his lap and raking your hands through his hair. “You don’t have to be like him.”

Billy rests his head against your chest, pulling you into a hug. You circle your arms around his neck and squeeze him tightly while you kiss the top of his head. “It’s not the best apology but maybe it’s way of doing it.”

“Yeah…” Billy sighs, “I just don’t know what to do about it.”

“You don’t have to do anything,” you tell him.

-

“Are we ready for something like this?” you ask as you walk down the hall, peering into empty rooms.

“Your dad said he’d co-sign,” Billy shrugs as he steps into the hallway bathroom and flicks the light switch on and off.

A mortgage seems like a big step into adulthood that you’re not sure you’re ready to take. You’re always overthinking things, though. You’ve imagined all the possibilities. All the things that could happen. Like what if you and Billy break up. Or what if you guys can’t afford to pay it and it horribly damages your credits for the rest of your lives. Billy seems to notice you’re panicking internally because he wraps his arm around your waist and looks down at you.

“You’re pregnant with my baby and we’re getting married in a week. The next logical step is buying a house,” he says and then thinks for a second, “Er, trailer.”

“I don’t even have a car yet. I’m still a kid,” you argue back.

“Yeah, we’ll work on the car thing,” he chuckles, “We may be young but we’re doing very adult things. We’ll be fine. We’ve got each other.”

“It’s three bedrooms,” you point out.

Billy rolls his eyes, “We ain’t stopping at one baby. We’ll need the room.”

You giggle and with that, he’s convinced you.

“Fine!” you gush, “Let’s do it.”

Billy grins as he leans you back and plants a big, sloppy kiss on your lips. The prospect of being so domestic with him has you buzzing. You grab hold of his jaw while you kiss back. He pulls back to nudge his nose with yours, “I’ll put in an offer. We can move in after the honeymoon.”

“Honeymoon?” you look up at him in disbelief. You’d thought it’d been out of the budget.

“Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that?” he leads you into the kitchen and leans against the empty cabinets.

“You did,” you reply, “How can we afford to buy a house and a honeymoon?”

Billy lifts you up and rests your ass on the counter, twirling a bit of your hair between his fingers while he looks up at you. Your heart swells with how much you love this man. He’s given you everything you could ever want and more.

“Why do you think I’ve been working twelve hour days? I wanna give you everything I can,” he murmurs, blue eyes scanning your face and focusing in on your lips.

“I wanna give you everything too,” you whisper, wrapping your legs around his waist and grabbing a hold of his t-shirt.

“Yeah?” he smirks, resting his hand on your thigh, “You can give me something right now.”

“In here?” your eyes widen.

“Why not? It’ll be ours,” he counters, hooking his fingers into your waistband.

He has a good point so you nod, leaning back so he can pull your leggings down to your ankles. He presses a bruising kiss to your lips as he starts to unzip his jeans. Once he’s got his cock in his hand, he drags his tip through your folds. Billy exhales at the sensation, your slick coating his throbbing head. It’s all so intoxicating and right. He taps it against clit a few times, eyes on yours intently as you whimper. You worry the realtor will show up randomly even though she canceled and gave Billy the key.

He reads your mind, seeing the uncertainty on your face and tells you, “Stop thinking. We’re alone.”

“Okay,” you breath out but it quickly turns into a moan as Billy slips inside your dripping hole.

He fills you completely, exhaling against your face as he does so and you can smell the minty gum he was chewing. You grab a hold of his shoulder, sinking back until your head rests against the cupboard. You’ll never get used to how big he is or the way your aching pussy grips him. You get excited, thinking about all the furniture you guys can fuck on in your new place and how you’re starting that now before it’s officially yours.

Billy’s lips are against your ear suddenly and you feel his breath on it as he whines, “Fuck, you’re so tight. I fucking love your pussy. All mine.”

You cry out when he bites your earlobe and starts thrusting into your eager core. The slow drag of his member against your walls is electric, sending shivers up your spine. He grabs hold of your thighs and scoots you a bit closer, angling your hips up so he reaches the spongy spot deep inside you.

“Billy,” you moan out, “Ugh, right there!”

He laughs lowly, almost sinisterly and it’s the sexiest sound to grace your ears. You love to fluff his ego, you want him to be so sure that he fucks you like no one else could and that you completely belong to him. It’s hot how arrogant he can be about it.

“Fuck, that’s so fucking good,” you groan out, eyes rolling back as his rhythm reaches the pace that’ll bring you over the edge.

“Yeah? You like that?” he grits out, “This pussy was made just for me.”

“Uh-huh,” you nod frantically, “all yours, Billy.”

“All mine,” he repeats, moving his hand so he can lick his thumb and press it against your clit, moving it in quick circles.

“Ugh, yes… I’m so close,” you warn him, hands tangling into the curls at the back of his head.

Billy groans lowly against your ear before encouraging you, “That’s it. Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock.”

You whine, closing your eyes as he lures you to the edge. He licks against your neck and you lose it, writhing on the counter as you reach your climax. He keeps whispering praises into your ear as you ride it out, prolonging the waves even further than normal. You don’t even notice he’s meeting you there until you feel him emptying inside you.

“Billy,” you pant softly, a few tears rolling down your cheeks. He wipes them away and kisses your lips gently before pulling away and dressing the two of you.

“Well, we’ve christened the house,” he jokes.

You smack him arm, “We have to buy it now.”

He chuckles as he helps you down of the counter, “Or we can keep looking and see how many empty houses I can fuck you in.”

“Very romantic,” you roll your eyes, lacing your fingers together so you can lead him out to the car.

-

Your wedding dress is just a tad snug but you can still walk in it so you think that’s a win. Max, Mary, your dad and Eddie sit on the bench while you stand on the pedestal. You’d wanted Billy to come with but Mary insisted it was horrible luck for him to see you in the dress before the wedding. You felt like you and Billy were too in love for any of those superstitions to affect you. However, at the same time you didn’t want to risk it.

“It’s a little tight,” you mention to the associate, “in the belly, obviously.”

Eddie snorts but when you turn to him to glare at him, he smiles wide, “You look great in it.”

“Could we just take it out a tiny bit here?” you ask the associate as you rub your stomach.

“Of course, we can,” she smiles at you, “We’ll be cutting time a little short, it won’t be ready until the morning of, though.

“That’s fine,” you say as you turn and look behind your shoulder to see the back of it. “You can pick it up, right, Eddie?”

“I’ll pick my dress up then too,” he teases, earning laughs from the room.

You roll your eyes as you turn back around. When the associate brings out the veil and places it on your head, Mary lets out a sob and you turn to see your dad also has tears in his eyes.

“Happy crying, I hope,” the associate mutters to you, “you look stunning.”

You hope Billy will agree. You beam at her before you turn back to the mirror, the reflection you see is almost a stranger. You’d never imagined you’d be getting married ever, let alone right before your nineteenth birthday.

“I can’t believe I’m getting married,” you say to yourself, eyes scanning over all the delicate, lace details on the dress.

“To Billy fucking Hargrove,” you hear from Eddie, it’s soft and copies your disbelief. It was quick, very quick. Hell, you’d known him barely over a year and now you’re making the commitment to spend the rest of your life with him. It feels a little scary until you imagine him standing next to you, in a suit and bowtie. Then it feels more exciting than anything.

-

Billy peers down at the invitation in his hand as he stands at the doorstep. He could turn around. He could run back into your dads house and continue his life without Neil in it. But the card he’d given Billy made him not want to. He’d always been there, always stayed by his dads side and picked up the broken pieces of their life. He knew his dad was an asshole, knew he treated him so unfairly for his entire childhood but he never abandoned Billy. So Billy couldn’t abandon him.

He knocks on the door, hoping that maybe Susan or Max would answer and he could just hand over the wedding invitation and leave. But he’s met with a familiar mustache and brooding blue eyes, wonders if his own look like that.

“Son,” Neil says, his tone stern with a hint of relief.

Billy keeps their eye contact, like he’s been taught to, like real men do. Though he struggles, always has. Wants to anywhere but his dad.

“I uh, wanted to give you this,” he says and extends the invitation out.

“Come in,” Neil says, the tone has changed but Billy’s still wary. He thinks of making an excuse, saying he’s got to work or you have an appointment but he doesn’t. He follows his dad inside, to the fridge where he grabs two beers and casually passes one to his son. As they walk into the living room, Billy notices his weight set is gone and a chair takes its place, probably paid for the chair. Billy won’t mention that he personally paid for the bench press. He hasn’t had time for working out anyways, doesn’t have much anger pent up anymore. He fears for a moment that he’s getting pudgy but his dad distracts him from the self criticism.

“Sit down.”

Billy obeys, sits on the new chair and cracks the beer open. His shoulders ache and he notices how much he’s tensed up by stepping into this house so he rolls them to get some relief and tells himself he’s fine, safe. Extending the invitation to his father, he relaxes a bit. There’s a peace offering in it.

Neil takes the envelope and opens it, pulling out the card stock with your name and Billy’s at the top.

“So, you’re gonna do the right thing and marry the girl,” Neil nods, “Good.”

“Yeah,” is all he says, wants to tell his dad how much he loves you and that’s why he’s marrying you, not just because he knocked you up. “It’s this Saturday. I probably should’ve brought this over sooner but you know, we’ve been busy. I just signed the papers for our house.”

“You bought a house?” Neil sounds surprised but proud.

Billy nods, “Well, it’s a trailer but yeah. Three bedrooms, two baths, it’s nice.”

“Expecting more kids already?”

“We want to,” he clears his throat, “Not right away but yeah.”

Neil sighs, looking down at the invitation, “Well congratulations. I’m glad you’re starting a family.”

“Thanks.”

Billy’s itching to leave and hates that he can’t just get along with his dad like most sons. Furious at his dad for making it feel like he can’t say what he’s feeling. Part of him wants to tell him thank you for sticking around but he knows Neil will tell him he had no choice. And Billy knows that’s true.

“We’ll be there,” Neil says and sips his beer, tossing the invitation on the coffee table. The air in the room is thick. They both want to say how they feel but it’s been beaten in both of them not to. Billy makes a silent promise to himself he won’t do that to his kids because this is brutal to sit through.

“Cool,” Billy nods and they sit in silence as they finish their beers. Billy figures he can leave now.

-

Squeezing into the wedding dress was like shoving a balloon into a sock. How your belly had grown so much in just one week you weren’t sure. It was a horrible way to start the morning. You felt bloated and tired. They’d taken the dress out but it seemed like they hadn’t. You should’ve insisted another inch or two. Mary assures you that doesn’t look like it’s squeezing you. Eddie walks into the room, already in his suit and he looks like a million bucks, he’s holding a packet of mini donuts from a convenience store.

“Jesus,” you breath out when you see him, “I have never in my life seen you look so grown up.”

He shoves a donut into his mouth, cheeks filling as he smiles around the bite. Once upon a time you thought you’d end up marrying him and seeing him in a suit gives you a tiny glimpse into that parallel universe and it’s not so bad, but you’re glad it’s not the one you’re in.

“Did you invite Harrington?” he asks once he’s swallowed, “I saw his placement on the table.”

“Billy insisted,” you admit, “think it’s part of that weird feud they have going on.”

He snorts, “Did you make him invite Stephanie?”

“We never got her RSVP,” you giggle and Mary rolls her eyes.

“Doing all these grown up things yet you’re acting like you’re still in high school,” she sighs.

“It’s healthy,” Eddie shrugs.

“Very healthy!” you agree.

“So how did the bachelor party go?” Eddie asks as he sits.

You laugh, hard. Billy had come home drunk but complaining that Tommy and Drew didn’t get along and that neither of them knew how to throw a proper bachelor party.

“No strippers then?” Eddie teases and shoves another donut in his mouth.

“I think they just got drunk at Drew’s apartment.”

“Real rager.”

“Totally.”

Your dad walks into the room, getting a look at you all done up for the first time. He grins wide, “My little girl. All grown up.”

“It’s about time, huh?” Eddie shoves your shoulder playfully.

Your eyes always hurt after spending time with Eddie, constantly rolling them.

“Speaking of,” Mary rips the donuts from Eddie’s hands, “You need to be heading down the aisle.”

“Yay, I get to walk with Tommy,” he mumbles sarcastically. “Think I might get lucky,” he winks at you.

“Carol’s watching,” you call after him as he exits the room.

Mary stands at the door as watches, then she’s turning back to you and your dad.

“It’s time!” she squeals.

You link arms with your dad after he fixes your veil. The butterflies in your stomach rave, more present than they’ve been all day. It’s happening. You’re about walk down the aisle to Billy. You feel like you might puke so you take a deep breath. The piano sounds cue you and your dads feet, walking through the doors until the beginning of the aisle. Immediately, your eyes meet with Billy’s ocean blue ones. The threat of vomiting immediately ceases. He’s never looked more handsome than he does in this moment. His suit hugs him perfectly, the blue tie matching his eyes. His curls. They’re so perfect, pretty blonde coils styled more intently than ever. He takes your breath away. It’s as if you’re the only two people in the church. You can’t even feel all the eyes on you as every head in the pews turn to you. The walk feels like it takes forever, you want to run to him.

When you finally get there, you see the tears in his eyes and he shyly says, “Hi.”

“Hi,” you repeat and it’s met with a roar of laughter. For a moment you feel like you’re in a tv show and you’re reminded there’s about 100 eyeballs on you.

Billy takes your hands in his, grounding you. It’s easy for the rest of the ceremony as you look into his eyes. He somehow expresses silently to you that this is just between you and him. You could’ve done this simple and just as sweet at the courthouse but Mary loved planning this big event.

You recite your vows, Mary had helped you write them because you had no idea what you were supposed to say. The first wedding you attended was your own. Billy recites his and they’re simple but beautiful. They make you cry. He reaches up the year streaming down your cheek and the audience collectively ‘aws’ and you feel like you’re right back in that tv show.

When you kiss, you feel a whole lot lighter. Billy’s lips are soft and pliable. He’s your husband now. You’re kissing your husband. He cups your cheeks with his hands, smiling into it before slipping his tongue past your lips. Again, you’re reminded of the audience by the whooping.

-

Billy can dance. You watch with wide eyes as he two-steps with none other than Steve Harrington. They have drunk smiles and flushed cheeks. You feel warm inside, dandelions sprouting in your belly. You and Steve made a mistake but he was a really good friend, you’d wanted to show Billy that. Open Billy up to people who would care for him.

“That’s a sight for sore eyes,” Mary says to you, nudging your shoulder. She can see the smile stretching your face. Everyone in the room can see it.

When Billy locks hands with Robin and sways away with her, you take the opportunity to swoop in on Steve. He looks surprised, but happy. He holds onto your hand and awkwardly moves side to side with you. It seems Billy was doing all the work.

“Thanks for coming,” you say to him, watching as his chestnut hair flops with each step.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he beams, “Seriously, congratulations.”

“It’s weird, though, right?”

“Oh, other dimension weird,” he agrees, “That’s life.” Steve shrugs on the last word.

“He’s nice,” you feel the need to say. “Better than nice.”

“He’s not half bad,” Steve says but his eyes look past your shoulder and you feel strong hands on your waist, pulling you back from Steve’s grip.

Blonde curls tickle your jaw as your husband rests his chin on your shoulder, his eyes locked on Steve’s.

“Mind if I steal her? She’s my wife, after all,” Billy shoots him a toothy grin and the declaration sends tingles through you.

Steve raises his hands, “Hey, she’s all yours.”

Billy turns you, looking right into your eyes with a dreamy bite of his lip. You hook your arms around his neck and press your hips to his. He moves his hands up your back and shamelessly says, “Can’t fucking wait to get this dress off of you.”

“I’d be happy to leave right now,” you chide, hooking a blonde curl with your finger.

Billy purses his lips, “We could just find a broom closet or something.”

“Hmm, romantic,” you roll your eyes but you’d definitely do it. “Where are we going?”

“Oh you mean the honeymoon? It’s a secret, tonight we crash at our new place,” he tells you nonchalantly.

“On the floor?”

“What do you think I’ve been doing this week? Got us a much bigger bed,” he grins, nudging his nose into yours.

You tilt your head, “Think they’ll all notice if we leave right now?”

Billy lets out a deep, throaty laugh. He squeezes your hips, “This whole shindig is kinda for us. Yeah, they’d notice.”

“I don’t really care if they do,” you admit and that’s all it takes to convince Billy. It’s late anyways. He’s pulling you out the doors before anyone can make a peep.

#billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x reader #wicked sensation

[otdiaftg]

The Raven King - Chapter Seven

Day: Thursday, October 5th Time: 11:30 PM EST

"I mean literally soft. Too many curves, see? I feel like my hands would slide right off. It's totally not my thing. I like..." He drew a box with his fingers as he searched for words. "Erik. Erik's perfect. He's a total outdoors junkie, rock climbing and hiking and mountain biking, all that awful bug-infested fresh-air stuff. He's stronger than I am, and I like that. I feel like I could lean on him all day and he wouldn't break a sweat." "Funny," Nicky said. "That didn't used to be my type. None of the others I crushed on growing up were anything like that. Maybe that's why none of them could help me." Nicky turned his hands palm-up on the table and considered them. "My parents are kind of crazy, you know? There's religious and there's super psychotic religious. Me and Renee, we're the decent sort, I think. We go to different churches and have some different ideas, but we respect each other anyway. We understand that religion is just an interpretation of faith. But my parents are the black-and-white crazy kind. It's only right and wrong with them: hellfire and damnation and judgment from on high. "For some reason I tried coming out to them anyway," Nicky said. "Mom was pretty upset. She locked herself in the bedroom and cried and prayed for days. Dad took a more direct route and shipped me off to Christian gay camp. I spent a year learning that I was infected by a disgusting idea from the devil, that I was a living test for every other good Christian on the planet. They tried using God to shame me into being straight. "It didn't work," Nicky said. "For a while I wished it did. I went home feeling like an abomination and a failure. I couldn't face my parents like that, so I lied. I pretended to be straight for the rest of high school. I even dated a couple girls. I kissed a couple of them, but I used my faith as an excuse never to get further than first base. I knew I just had to keep it together until graduation. "I hated my life so much," Nicky said. "I couldn't do that, you know? I couldn't live a lie like that day after day. I felt trapped. Some days I thought God abandoned me; sometimes I thought I failed Him. Halfway through my junior year I started thinking about suicide. Then my German teacher took me aside and told me about a study abroad program. She would set it all up for me, she said, if my parents would sign off on it. She'd handle admissions and get a host family and everything. It'd be expensive, but she thought I needed a change in scenery. Guess she knew I was that close to the edge. "I didn't think Mom and Dad would go for it, but they were so proud of me for my so-called recovery they agreed to let me go my senior year. I just had to last another semester and then I could go. I was so desperate to get out of there I didn't even really pay attention when Aaron and Aunt Tilda moved to Columbia that spring. All I cared about was keeping it together until May. I know now I should have tried harder, but I would've been no good to him how I was. "When the plane took off from Columbia, I was scared to death," Nicky said. "I was so relieved to leave my parents and everyone I knew, but I didn't know if being in Germany would change anything. When I landed, my new host brother was waiting for me in Arrivals. Erik Klose," Nicky said, sounding it out like he was saying it for the first time. "He taught me to believe in myself. He showed me how to balance my faith and my sexuality, and he made me okay again. I know it sounds dramatic, but he saved my life." Nicky flipped his hands over and laced his fingers together. The look he turned on Neil was as reassuring as it was worried and made Neil want to edge away. "That's what love is about, see? That's why Exy isn't ever going to be enough, not for you or Andrew or anyone. It can't hold you up, and it won't make you a stronger or better person."

Art used with permission by Kurra. Thank you @kurra !

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[good-omens-keeps-me-alive]

Neil Gaimen: "Form shapes nature" & how it relates to The Ineffable Husband's.

Aziraphale and Crowley's human forms are likely determined mostly on their understanding of humans. For all we know, until anatomy was understood, their only knowledge of humans would've been from Adam & Eve. Yes they're then able to sort of pick & choose what's convenient, however, the anatomy they've got will probably naturally perform its role once in place. "Form shapes nature... You can’t just become small-dog-shaped and hope to stay the same person; a certain intrinsic small-dogness begins to permeate your very Being." This recurring theme in Good Omens; how Crowley and Aziraphale seem to go soft after being on earth, how Adam was effected in S1 by both his nature and nurture....

Aziraphale & Crowley get drunk but also have the ability to rid themselves of it with effort.

They don't need to eat but their body types still reflect it, in combination more so with their personalities/attitudes

They don't need to use the bathroom but Book Crowley still had to get up to use it in the middle of a decade long nap for some reason

Aziraphale doesn't need to buy clothes or keep finances but he likes too. He could will the books he wants into his possession but he does not.

Together they use public transportation when they really could poof wherever they want instantly

they cry when they might not want to, sweat, pant when they don't need to breathe, blush when they'd rather not show embarrassment, "kiss like real humans do"

ugh just thinking a lot about how Aziraphale & Crowley had discovered the little things about humans & how there are probably things they still don't know & how they'd probably like it very much if they were to discover more of these beautiful messy things together & how they just seem to love earth & humanity which makes me appreciate the little things our bodies do for us and just. ugh.

#what if they turn human in s3 and live together in their South Down Cottages and die happy and at peace and dont go to heaven or hell #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #thank you neil gaiman #neil gaiman #good omens hc #terry pratchett

[internutter]

Lines I would like Neil Newbon to read as Astarion for no specific reason

1: [Speculatively] Dagger, dagger, dagger... and then fangs.

2: [Bear drunk] (clap, clap) Focus, darling. This isn't about you, it's about me. Though it could be about us...

3: [Annoyed] Colour me surprised. More fucking traps. And of course I have to take care of them...

4: [Muttering] By the sweat of my brow I shalt earn my... blood.

#this has been a shitpost #bg3 #astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #neil newbon #i like to think i'm funny

[jtl-fics]

Math nerd au for the wip!!!

WIP Wednesday (7/12/23) | Math Nerd AU

Andrew crosses the distance between the door and Neil's bed in under a second. His hand covers Neil's and stops him from ripping out his IV, "Abram," he says the name again and Neil flinches while Andrew feels his heart hammer in his chest.

Neil is real and alive under his hands. He can feel how Neil's hand shakes, feel the sweat, feel Neil's pulse hammer, and he's close enough to feel the shaking exhale of Neil's lungs.

"I am not a result of the pain killers they have you on. I'm not a hallucination or a pipe dream. I'm real. I'm here." he says and lets his other hand come up and rest on the back of Neil's neck. Neil lets out another choked noise that hides Andrew's own shuddering breath at the feeling of Neil's neck under his hand again. "It's me." he promises.

"You weren't supposed to follow me." he says and there's a smile on his face that he keeps trying to force down. "Andrew, tell me...tell me I wasn't the reason. Tell me it was anything else. Andrew..." Neil begs.

#Math Nerd AU #AFTG #AFTG AU #Andreil #WIP Wednesday Ask Meme #Escaped hold hell #obviously #or else ya'll would have gotten more #My pain was your gain I guess? #Now I'm home and I gotta make myself some food. #But I'll feed ya'll a lil first

[ash5monster01]

Goes On Chapter Four

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x OC!FemReader

Warnings: 18+, depression, mentions of suicide, heavy topics, eventual smut, slow burn romance, fluff, gender themes/stereotypes.

Summary: Against his best efforts Charlie has to start at a new preparatory school after the tragic events that took place at Welton. The very events that led to the loss of his best friend and getting expelled in the first place. He has no plans to make friends let alone get close to anyone ever again. That is until he meets Evelyn and her interesting group of friends. No matter how hard he tries to push them away he finds it to be impossible. So he caves and in the end learns that life can still be enjoyable even if it feels like everyone is against you.

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Ridge Academy, NY

1/22/60

Getting Charlie to be social was still impossible even after his conversation with Evelyn in the gym. She tried and tried but she couldn’t get more than a few words and denial every time. She had started to run out of excuses to talk to him and she figured it wouldn’t happen for her. She’d never get to unravel the mystery of Charlie Dalton no matter how badly she wanted too. So she accepted that she would never find a reason to talk to him again until a miracle happened.

“Hello” Evelyn answered the pay phone in the hallway. The one that rang almost seconds after she got off call with her Mom.

“Hi, I was wondering if Charlie Dalton was available?” a boys voice came through the phone, it was slightly static and the way Evelyn’s heart doubled in speed made her realize she wasn’t entirely out of reason to talk to him.

“Um, I can check. Can I ask who’s calling?” Evelyn asked, trying her best not to sound too giddy through the phone.

“Tell him it’s Knox, he’ll know who” he responds and you smile even though he can’t see you.

“Yeah, give me just a minute. The boys dorms are a bit of a hike” Evelyn tells him and this so called Knox chuckles through the phone.

“Take your time” he says while she sets the phone down and starts jogging through the halls to a room she was all to familiar with. She doesn’t even knock, like usual. This time Nate’s pants are off, standing in front of his closet in boxers.

“Evelyn! Are you kidding?” he shouts, scrambling to pull on sweats and she snickers before her eyes glance to the boy laid in the corner.

“You got a call Charlie, some guy named Knox” and for the first time in both Nate and Evelyn’s lives they see a beaming smile cross the boys face. It was as if those few words had brought so much life back to him.

“Knoxie!” he grins, jumping from the bed and leaving the dorm without any shoes on.

“Knoxie?” Evelyn mutters to Nate and he shrugs as she shuts the door and rushes off in the direction Charlie is practically sprinting too.

“Knox Overstreet, it’s been too long” Charlie grabs the phone Evelyn had abandoned and she hears the adoration in his voice. How happy he is to receive a call from Knox Overstreet.

“I know man, I don’t think we’ve ever gone this long without seeing each other since we were ten” Knox responds over the line and Charlie feels tears pricking at his eyes. The happy kind though. When he was expelled his parents wouldn’t allow him any calls. He hadn’t talked to any of the boys since Neil’s funeral. The first thing he did when he got to Ridge was write a letter to each of the remaining poets letting them know the number of the school and where to address his letters. The boys must’ve just gotten them.

“I hate it” Charlie says which makes Knox laugh loudly on the other end. Class was never the same without Charlie causing trouble in them.

“Me too, you’ll be glad you’re not here though. Nolan’s really laid down law since you left. Todd pulled a stunt right before break and now he’s got us all on a short leash” Knox tells him and the shock and amusement that covers Charlie’s features shocks Evelyn who watches him talk more animated than she has ever seen him.

“Todd Anderson pulled a stunt, yeah right. Pigs also fly” Charlie says with a wide grin and glimmering eyes and Evelyn finds her heart constricting at the sight. She wanted him to smile at her like that.

“He did Charlie, swear on my life. Keating came to collect his things while Nolan was teaching our class and Todd actually stood on his desk and called out Oh Captain, my Captain. Nolan flipped and half the class stood on their desks too” Knox recalls the moment, all the emotions of respect and loss flooding through him when he stood on his own desk.

“No shit, little Todd grew a back bone” Charlie says, disbelief but also pride filling him. “How is Todd?”

“He’s okay. He misses Neil like most of us but he’s really come out of his shell. He told me he wrote you back so expect a letter from him soon” Knox informs him and Charlie feels more excitement surged through him at the thought of getting letters from his friends.

“Meeks and Pitts too? I haven’t heard from any of you guys in forever” Charlie says almost out of breath from his excitement.

“They’re good, actually got busted for building a new radio the other day. I swear Meeks almost cried” and Charlie’s laughing because he knows exactly what this all looks like. Those boys and that school had been his entire life. It was what he knew best.

“Tell him I’ll send him a new one, he deserves it” Knox chuckles at Charlie’s response, knowing that even confident and almighty Charlie had been bull dozed by the world.

“What about you Nuwanda, how’s Ridge Academy? Co-ed” the suggestion in Knox’s tone is not lost on Charlie. Thing was Charlie could never admit to Knox how reserved he had been. He’d probably never believe it.

“It’s okay, different for sure. I’m just trying to make it through” Charlie says, not knowing Evelyn still lingered and watched him for the entirety of his conversation.

“That doesn’t sound like Charlie, I would’ve thought you’d have twelve girlfriends by now” the obscure number makes Charlie laugh and he shakes his head.

“No, definitely no girlfriends. Cute girls though” this response makes Evelyn perk up beside him, curious if she was one of these so called cute girls.

“What about the one who answered the phone, she sounded cute?” Knox asks and Charlie sighs, thinking of Evelyn and how beautiful and different she was from any girl he’s ever met.

“Super cute” Charlie tells him, a soft smile on his face. If he was the man he used to be Evelyn would’ve been his by now. He’s sure of it.

“Then what the hell are you waiting for?” Knox asks exasperated and Charlie just chuckles, leaning his head against the wall next to the payphone. Still unaware of the small girl stood behind him, waiting patiently.

“The great Nuwanda has taken a leave of absence for the foreseeable future. No girls, no caves, no friends” Charlie says and this is more information Evelyn hadn’t been able to get out of him the entirety of the time he had been here.

“Well let me know when he’s back, I miss that guy” Knox says and Charlie smiles fondly of his eldest friend, other than Neil of course. Yet know he figures Knox takes that position.

“I will, I miss you Knoxie. Say hi to Chris for me and maybe I’ll get to see you soon” Charlie says, wishing more than anything he could see Knox now standing by the same phones he watched him call Chris on for the first time.

“I’d like that Charles, I’ll be in touch soon” and Charlie humphs his acknowledgment when the phone finally clicks indicating the end of the call. Sighing he hung his own phone up, feeling happier than he has in the last two months.

“Well that was unexpected” Evelyn’s voice makes Charlie jump and he quickly turns to spot the small girl who had to of been behind him the whole time.

“God, we need to put a bell on you” he says and Evelyn snorts.

“Hey don’t change the subject. What was that all about? You were smiling and laughing. Who was that guy?” Evelyn asks, crossing her arms and Charlie brings a hand to the back of his neck. He was a bit embarrassed but then again not at all. Talking to Knox was the highlight of his week.

“My friend Knox, back at Welton. It was my first time talking to him in two months so forgive me for being happy” Charlie says in defense and Evelyn nods as she takes this information in.

“I’m not saying you’re not allowed to be happy. Was just weird listening to you be so animated. So full of life. Talkative even” Evelyn points out and Charlie sighs as he starts down the hallway in direction of his dorm. He doesn’t have to check to know Evelyn is following him.

“Well I’m a very animated person, I just don’t care to show that around here” Charlie says shoving his hands in his pockets and Evelyn scurries to keep up with his long strides.

“But why? I mean God Charlie, that’s the guy I want to know. The one who was laughing and talking with his friend on the phone” Evelyn says, reaching for his arm in hopes to use his momentum to keep up with him. She’s surprised when he doesn’t shake her away and allows her arm to lock with his own.

“Look Evelyn, I don’t know what you want from me. You barely know me. I just choose to be lonely” he says and Evelyn stays silent for a moment, relishing in the heat that comes from his side.

“Who’s Nuwanda?” she suddenly asks after a moment and Charlie stiffens beside her which she notices.

“It’s just an inside joke with my friends” he’s not entirely lying but Evelyn just sighs and accepts this answer. He clocks the instant pout on her perfectly plump lips, a deep rouge color, ones he’s been dreaming of kissing since seeing them. “Please don’t make that look”

“What look?” Evelyn defends herself and Charlie chuckles, not noticing how he squeezes her arm into him. The action making butterflies erupt in her stomach.

“That pout, you keep giving me that look and pretty soon I’ll be telling you all my secrets” he says, eyes glimmering as he studies her face. Maybe it was left over from his talk with Knox or he just held admiration for the girl beside him. No one was really quite sure.

“What if I want to know all your secrets?” Evelyn whispers, eyes fluttering to look up at him through her lashes and Charlie feels the weight of her words. The tension carried between them and he wished he could do nothing more than kiss the pout off her face.

“Trust me Ev, you don’t want to know my secrets” he says after a beat and Evelyn finds herself grinning at the nickname only her friends ever called her.

“Say what you will but I have a feeling I’m getting under your skin” Evelyn teases, her free arm reaching over and dancing her fingers along his chest. Charlie just shakes his head, trying his best not to laugh because of the girl.

“What makes you say that?” he asks as they start to approach his dorm door and Evelyn just smiles as she looks at him.

“You called me Ev, only someone close to you is comfortable enough to use a nickname” and Charlie realizes his mistake but before he can address it her arm is loosening from his own and shoving his dorm door open again. Nate stands there in his boxers a second time and instantly groans the minute he sees her.

“Again, you’ve got to be kidding me?!” Nate groans out, throwing his arms in frustration.

“Dude, I don’t care. It’s not like I’m gonna look and why would it bother you if I do?” Evelyn says walking into the room and Nate blushes almost instantly but it goes away when the girls form plops onto Charlie’s bed instead of his own. She was already beginning to choose him.

“Don’t you have homework or something?” he questions, pulling his sweat pants back on and crawling into bed. He had accepted by now that this was how he was going to sleep.

“No, and I’m bored. But hey! Guess what? Charlie has friends!” she beams at him and Nate’s eyes fall to Charlie who moves to sit at the foot of his bed since Evelyn covered majority of it.

“Yeah right” Nate snorts and Charlie just rolls his eyes before looking at Evelyn.

“You know, I’d like to lay in my own bed” he says to her and a sly smirk crosses her face.

“I don’t mind cuddling, I can be big spoon if you want?” and red skin travels from Charlie’s neck and up to his ears which both Nate and Evelyn notice.

“Nate we’re locking the door from now on” he says and Nate claps his hands together before pointing at him.

“I’m with you on that one” he says and the boys quickly team up against Evelyn.

“Oh this is so not fair, ganging up on me like this. I’m perfectly innocent” yet the smile on her face says otherwise which gives encouragement for the boys to tease her more.

“Go back to your dorm, bother Violet for all I care” Nate says and Charlie nods, reaching for her arms and pulling her into an upright position.

“I agree, Nate and I have some business to discuss. Roommate business, for our ears only” Charlie says and Evelyn feigns offense as Charlie starts pushing her up off the bed.

“Yeah, it’s our weekly meeting. Only people who live in this room can be present” Evelyn gasps, fighting Charlie’s strength.

“But what if Marty is there? I’ve seen too much, my eyes just can’t bear it!” she defends but Nate joins in helping push the girl towards the door which is no equal fight. Before she can even react Charlie’s arms are locked around her waist, lifting her from the ground, and Nate opens the door where Charlie sets her down.

“Goodnight Ev” Charlie grins and she knows he did it on purpose after their conversation. Nate shuts the door and the last thing she hears is the click of the lock.

“You guys suck!” she groans out and the laughs from behind the door tell her they don’t care. Sighing she fixes her skirt that had been ruffled from the fight to the door and starts down the hallway to her own dorm. Maybe she had more reason to be curious about Charlie now, but at least she knew he thought of her as a friend. In some weird, antisocial way, and for now she could accept that.

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