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Burying my heart with you- Billy Hargrove x female reader

You and Billy have been dating in secret for a few months, so it’s not unusual for Billy not to call but this time something is making you doubt if he is okay.

Warnings: angst from being to end (I’m sorry) Billy’s death, depression, mentions of burning to death, grief, Neil Hargrove, Karen Wheeler, funerals, Max’s survivors guilt (this is a heavy fic please look after yourselves) if you want to maximise the pain you can listen to luka and you’re not gone you’re just dead by Vira

A/N: I apologise for this fic, it hurt to write. I have maladaptive daydreaming and this plot just appeared in my head. Also I’ve just attended my favourite band panic! At the disco’s last ever concert so I want you all to cry and be sad with me ;) To all the people who have requests I promise you that I’m going to start them next week, I took a break from writing as I needed to look after my mental health. I thought that a good way back into writing was writing my own fic. Sorry if some parts sound overly British as I’m from the U.K., also apologise for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy

You haven’t heard from Billy in a week, the alarm bells were ringing inside your brain but you eagerly shook off those thoughts of doubt. Desperate to believe that your thoughts were simply thoughts but something was tugging at your subconscious filling you with doubt.

You and Billy have been secretly dating for a few months now. It started when he couldn’t get the beautiful teachers pet out of his head, he tried to hate you at first, so unused to the way his heart fluttered whenever you walked by. He hated how you had the audacity to make him smile on days when the world felt like it was crashing around him.

Billy tried his damn hardest to hate you, he was terrified of ever loving someone especially after witnessing the shitshow that was his parents marriage. He simply believed that love was hurt and abuse in disguise, that it’s best to never have to take that risk.

So instead Billy glared at you from a distance, rolling his eyes whenever you would speak, trying his hardest to crush these butterflies that were wreaking havoc in his stomach.

‘Why do you hate me?”

“What?” Billy stuttered, feeling like all of the air was being suctioned out of his lungs. Like his tongue double in size blocking out all of his words from exiting his lips, looking like a flustered mess with his wide eyes and redden cheeks.

“I said why do you hate me?” You forcefully asked again, frustration rising to the surface. You were truly baffled as to why he was a massive jerk to you when all you were was nice to him.

Sure jocks and and you nerd, a bookworm or a teacher’s pet or whatever clique people class you as didn’t get along , but a the very lest they were civil to you if you never got in their way. While Billy on the other hand never even gave you a chance, it was as if it was his life’s goal to make yours as miserable as possible.

Recalling on his first day at Hawkins High, you gave him a small timid smile when he first arrived in your English class as he made his way to the empty seat at the back of the classroom. He looked at you right into your y/e/c eyes and instead of giving you a thin lipped smiled as you had expected, he scoffed and rolled his eyes at you. Leaving you baffled as you pondered what you did that could have been misconstrued, do they greet people differently in California that you weren’t aware of?

“I don’t hate you” Billy muttered back, looking down at the ground not daring to meet your eyes otherwise the feeling of longing would return. He awkwardly shuffled on his feet, hoping that you would leave him alone so he didn’t have to reface that uncomfortable feeling.

“You clearly do, I’m nothing but nice to you. Sure jocks and nerds don’t get along but you could at least me civil to me. You always glare at me

“I don’t hate you” Billy’s voice raising slightly into a growl taking you both by surprise at the forcefulness of his voice. He placed his lips into a thin line as his exhaled trying to collected his thoughts before he embarrasses himself further.

“I like you”

His voice was barely audible, it sounded small and broken as if he had to choke out the words before they became trapped in his throat.

“What?”

“I like you”

You eyes grew wide in surprise as your mouth gape wide. This was truly the last thing you thought would come out of Billy’s mouth. You were hoping for an explanation for his shitty attitude towards you but not this confession that looked like it pained him to admit.

“I swear to god Billy if this is some form of sick joke-“

“No, I really like you” he sighed realising that he is truly fucking up any hope of potentially dating you. Finally looking you back in your eyes, the feeling of longing and desire came to the surface reawakening he butterflies. He let out a shaky breath, trying to squash all the doubts he has about the situation.

“I just hate how you can make everything okay, I hate how infectious your adorable smile is, I hate how you can actually make me happy. I know that I haven’t been the nicest person to you, in fact I acted like the biggest asshole and I’m not expecting you to say yes. But what are you doing this Friday?” And from that day towards your relationship bloomed. He was doting boyfriend, you found it endearing the way he followed you around like a lovesick puppy whenever you two had the house to yourselves. Billy was finally able to open up to you about his past, you became the security and care he never received in his 18 years of life.

These feelings never felt uncomfortable in fact Billy adore these feelings that only you produced in him. For the first time in years the smile finally returned to Billy’s face, he tackled his own doubts about love and was finally able to allow himself to say the words ‘I love you’

You pushed off all the negative thoughts that was in the corner of your brain whispering that something was wrong. It has been a week since you last saw Billy, not even a phone call to prove that he was still alive.

But you knew Billy sometimes he chooses to isolate himself from the world when he became too overwhelmed. It was a habit he learnt as a kid, in an abusive household you had no choice but to shutdown as no one cared about you or there was no one you felt safe around, so you had no choice but to rely on yourself.

Billy has recognised that it’s one of his many forms of self disruption and he was working on his communication with you. He knew that you wouldn’t hurt him, he knew that you love him unconditionally and would always be there for him, he was letting you in but sometimes he couldn’t help but finding comfort in his self harm rather than feeling scared to embrace healthy techniques.

You last remembered that Neil was being more violent towards him finding every littlest thing that was Billy’s fault, and also the sexual harassment he received daily by Karen Wheeler at work. It was too much for anyone to face let alone a 18 year old, you could hear his voice so broken and small over the receiver, he choked back each gut wrenching sob. Your heart broke in a million of tiny pieces, you wanted to drive to his and telling him that it was all going to be okay but Billy forbade you from ever stepping a foot near his house, so terrified of what he farther could do to you. He watched for years as his farther beat his mother black and blue, he couldn’t take that risk and end up with you hurt.

You ended the call reassuring Billy that he’s always welcome to sneak through your window whenever he needed to escape. And from that night forwards you always kept your bedside lamp on, your windows ajar making it easier for him to push open the glass and a first aid box neatly tucked under your bed. Waiting for your Billy to return, no matter when or what state he maybe in you’d always be there for him.

You woke early the next day, it’s been a reoccurring theme each morning. You woke up in a groggy sleep deprived state, walking like a zombie down to the kitchen to pour yourself a large cup of coffee, allowing the warming buzz of caffeine to flood across your body trying to force yourself to feel some form of energy for the day ahead. You barely slept this week, how could you when your boyfriend is badly hurting and there’s nothing you could do to lessen his pain, wishing that today would be the day that he would finally call.

You reached over to the coffee pot like you did each morning, your body on autopilot to your daily routine, your brain filled with thoughts of Billy and that you prayed to anyone who was listening that he was okay. You didn’t even notice your eyes trailing towards your father’s daily paper that he left on the counter before driving to work.

Reality came crashing down around you, your eyes swelled with tears. The walls felt like they were closing in, suffocating you till you were moments from passing out. You shakily ran to the bathroom to empty the contents of your stomach.

The news paper headline read:

Local teen found dead in a fire at starcourt mall

Underneath the bold black headline laid a photo of Billy Hargrove

You laid on your bathroom floor for hours, tears burning your eyes as you choked on your heart wrenching sobs. You couldn’t stop shaking as you wailed, you buried your face in your hands praying that this was some form of sick joke and that your Billy was still alive.

Your brain couldn’t stop playing these fucked up nightmares of Billy’s final moments screaming and writhing in agony and the brutal flames consumed his body. Curling up in a ball you wished for this to all be over, the pain was unbearable like your heart was being ripped out of your chest. Wishing that you could have saved him or at least be with him in his final days.

What they don’t tell you about secret relationships is that if they die you won’t be told straight away , you have to wait till the local newspaper publishes his death.

You didn’t sleep in the following days, in fact you barely did anything. You barely ate as the lead ball of grief making you feel sick at the slightest thing that entered your lips, even water was a struggle to keep down. You can’t even recall the last time you left your bed let alone showered or changed your clothes. You weren’t even surviving at this point, your body was existing as every minute ticked by. Not even daring to close your eyes as then you would picture his body screaming in agony as his skin starts to char, his blood curdling screaming would ring through your ears.

Billy took his heart with you on the day that he died

You stood at the back of Hawkins cemetery watching small figures of people dressed in black crowding his grave. You glared at each single person who attended that funeral. How dare they actually pretend that they cared about Billy, rolling your eyes at their pathetic attempts to display any form of sorrow towards the recently departed. If looks could kill they’d all be dead in a matter of seconds and how you wish that would be true.

Especially Neil Hargrove, you seethed through gritted teeth as you watched him lay down a rose on top of his casket pretending to look sad as they lowered Billy to the ground. You fists tightly balled into fists that your fingernails started to draw blood. You pictured every way this monster could die in the most painful way possible, but death would be too kind on the monsters that was Neil Hargrove.

You later returned to Billy’s grave as soon as you knew that everyone attending the funeral was gone. You were dressed in all black out of respect for your beloved apart from his Hawkins jersey, the only thing of his that you have left. He left it the day before he stopped calling you, it was just after you placed band aids over his newly attained cuts and iced the new bruises that were starting to form.

You clung the soft material, pulling it closer around your frame. It still smelt of his Cologne and cigarettes, tears started to collect at the brim of your sore puffy eyes. If you closed your eyes you could almost picture him with you, you whimpered as a sob threatened to escape your lips as you walked closer to his grave.

Your knees buckled underneath you as you fell flat upon the newly dug soil. Tears flooded your vision as you collapsed on the ground below, you screamed out in pain as each sob erupted from your chest.

Your horse voice choked out “I love you… please don’t leave me… I can’t live without you”

“What are you doing wearing my brother’s jersey?”

You heard a small broken voice from above your trembling frame, her voice sounded like yours horse and filled with grief. You could tell that she had been crying from the small whimpers that she tried to swallow down.

You slowly turned to look at a a young girl with bright red hair, with glassy red eyes dressed all in black. You recalled Billy talking about a stepsister called max, and the way she sounded so surprised to see you wearing or as she called it “my brother’s jersey”.

“I should go” you quickly rose to your feet but the overwhelming grief consumed your body caused you to stumble back to the ground.

“Stay, it’s okay really it is. I’m just glad that someone else who isn’t some misogynistic jock like the rest of the basketball team or those airhead cheerleaders are hear to see my brother” she weakly laughed offering you a weak smile

“I’m max Billy’s sister and you are?”

“I’m y/n Billy’s girlfriend”

Max’s whole face dropped to the ground upon hearing your relationship to her brother. She was in such a state of shock that her mouth was twitching trying to find what to say next. Billy has never mentioned a girlfriend or at least she would have heard you as her bedroom was next to Billy’s, come to think of it Billy hasn’t brought another girl back in months.

“But Billy hadn’t mentioned he has a girlfriend” she stuttered, no quite believing what you were saying was true.

“That’s because I’m a teachers pet or a nerd or whatever clique people refer to me as and Billy is a jock, our social circles don’t mix so we dated in secret and Billy refused me from ever stepping a foot in your house because of his dad”

Max’s eyes burnt up with tears as she nodded along to what you had to say, if only she knew that he had a girlfriend that maybe you could have saved Billy from the mindflayer? She pressed the lips into a thin line trying to contain her tears, survivors guilt flooded her body, knowing that you could of been the one to save him, she could of found you but instead she failed not only him but you too. But the thing that hurt max the most was that she didn’t know that Billy was dating you which meant that you couldn’t have been invited to his funeral.

“I wish that I could have save him, you know? I heard that burning to death is the most painful way to go, he didn’t deserve to die in so much pain. I love him max, i really love him and I can’t believe that he’s gone” you sobbed, your voice cracked beneath the weight of your confession.

Max’s heart dropped to her stomach, she felt sick like the whole world was spinning around her, as she realised that you didn’t know how he died. Max’s heart broke all over again watching how small and fragile you looked, seeing how heartbroken you were over her brother’s death broke her own heart further.

She crouched down beside you and tightly wrapped her arms around your trembling body. She let her tears fall damping the crook of your neck, holding you close like a child would to their favourite toy, needing to feel the comfort in your shared grief, as you two were the only people in her world who genuinely cared about Billy Hargrove.

She weakly spoke needing you to hear this, as you may never know the true reason for his death but at least you can know about the heroic sacrifice he made

‘Me and my best friend El was there the day of the fire, and a beam was a bout to fall on El but he push her out of the way. He saved her life Y/N Billy is a hero”

You cried even harder upon hear her confession, you held her closely to your body as you both continued to cry.

Billy died a hero, you don’t know if that more comforting or heartbreaking but the love of your life died just as you remembered him, brave, compassionate and forever caring.

After what felt like an entirety of you two clutching on to each other for dear life, max gently pushed you away as she fumbled in her pocket for something.

“I want you to take this”

She delicately placed in your palm the St Mary’s chain that has never left Billy’s neck. You use to joke and say that it was his good luck charm as he couldn’t dare to part from it.

“Max I can’t take that from you”

“Please I want you to take it, as we both know that Billy would want it going to the person that he loves”

A/N: well in happier news as you can tell by my profile I was lucky enough to have met Joseph Quinn last Sunday, he truly is the sweetest person.

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Hey if your still taking requests please could u write non abusive Nate Jacobs x reader where the reader struggles with anxiety and just how he would comfort her just really fluffy

Thank u have a nice day/night :)

You’re safe with me- Nate Jacobs x Fem Reader

You’ve always had anxiety for as long as you could remember. When one bad anxiety attack happens during lunch all you need is the one person who knows how to comfort you.

Warnings: anxiety attacks mentioned in detail, negative self talk, mentions of periods, the reader not having the best parents, girls at school being jealous of yours and Nate’s relationship, and Nate being incredibly sweet and comforting (he maybe out of character but enjoy the fluff)

A/N: I want to thank you so much for being incredibly patient with this request. I love this request and as someone who also has anxiety all I want is for Nate to comfort me in this way. I hope that you enjoy this request and I apologise if it isn’t good as I’ve taken a month off from writing but I’m back now. I’m from the U.K. so I’m sorry if any parts sound overly British, also I apologise for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy.

You don’t know how it happened. One minute you were laughing at something your friend said, the next minute life felt like a dream. Your friend who was once sat by your side now felt like they were miles away, as their voice became muffled and distant as the imaginary distance increased.

The pressure in your head increased as if your whole head was submerged under water, as if an imaginary force pressed your head under water refusing to let go. You wanted to scream but it felt like your lungs were burning, as your skin pricked in a hot sweat, as your breathing rapidly increased. You were pretty sure that you were hyperventilating but you couldn’t force yourself to breathe, your gaped mouth desperately trying to swallow down some air but to your distress you simply couldn’t breathe.

The room felt like it was spinning around you as the LED bulbs of the cafeteria burnt your eyes, your body willing you to run away but instead your body was frozen to the spot in fear. Dropping your head against the cool cafeteria table while your whole body shook with violent waves of anxiety.

You could have been laid there with your head on the table for seconds? For hours? Time seemed to be moving incredibly slow as if the whole world has long left you behind, leaving you to be consumed by your anxiety that you begged to stop. All the techniques that your councillor has taught you was long forgotten, too overtaken by the throws of your anxiety to look for the nearest red object or 5 things you could feel.

“Babe?” A concerned voice called out to you, it was muffled and faint but at least it was audible. You could recognise whose voice was calling out to you, the only person who was able to comfort you when you were in complete distress, the only person who could break through the thick concrete walls that your anxiety created between you and the world.

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You struggled with anxiety for as long as you could remember, you’ve always had a nervous disposition as a child but it wasn’t till middle school did you realise that anxiety had a name. That every time you grabbed on to your mom’s leg as she dropped you off to preschool, crying and begging her not to leave you, or when you panicked when you first gotten your period believing that there was something was seriously wrong with you. All those times where you were told to act your age or told to stop crying over something small, you came to realise that it wasn’t you being pathetic or whatever names was thrown at you. You had anxiety and saw a therapist as young as 13 years old to help create coping skills when the world came too much to bare.

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It was very touch and go, mostly good days where you could easily distract yourself or take yourself outside for a few deep breaths, whenever you felt your heartbeat start to race and your breathing hitching slightly. But on bad days it feels like all hell breaks loose, nothing could calm you down. It’s awful it feels suffocating, you can’t breathe and it genuinely feels like you’re dying, especially when there is no warning sign of a potential flare up.

Sometimes it’s stress of having everything piled on your shoulders with heavy responsibilities weighing you down, the down side of being a people pleaser is that you could never say the word no. Sometimes it’s the overwhelming pressure that your parents pushed on you, nothing you did was ever good enough or why couldn’t you be like your sister who effortlessly achieved straight As and was cheer captain and prom queen.

But today you overheard the sly comments and remarks chiding about your relationship with the king of East Highland Nate Jacobs. No matter how many times you told yourself that they were jealous of you and their downgrading comments was just a way of projecting their own insecurities, as they didn’t know how to deal with it so they found it easier to push someone else down rather than acknowledge their own issues.

But their comments slipped its way through the cracks of your critical thinking and clamped down on your anxiety, making your mind turn and your thoughts dark. You’ve always felt deep down that Nate was too good for you, you were a shy wallflower who easily blended into the background. Nate was much better suited to a pretty cheerleader rather than you. so it’s just a matter of time before Nate wakes up and faces the facts, and it won’t be long till he’ll throws you to the wayside where you belong.

“Babe?” Nate called again, his voice remained steady and calm not wanting to aggravate your anxiety further, but it was apparent in his voice that he was growing in concern over your condition.

“Babe I know that your anxiety is bad, but do you think that you could walk out of here and to somewhere more calm?”

You slowly nodded your trembling head as you squeaked out a shaky “yes”. Feeling Nate’s gentle arms slowly wrapping around your waist offering support as you slowly arose from your seat.

Nate walked by your side, slowly taking each step at a time. Allowing you to take it at your own pace. With his arm wrapped around your shoulder allowing you to press your body weight against his, as he gently guided you towards the nearest empty class room.

You both sat down on the floor in the dark classroom that was partially illuminated by the natural light that the overcast sky provided.

Your head pressed against his chest feeling both his heartbeat, but also the rhythmic flows of his steady breathing. He held you close to him while you breathed in his calming scent of his cologne which never failed to give you some sense of security as to you it smelt like home.

“Okay babe I’m gonna to need you to copy my breathing, can you do that?” He softly asked you. You nodded back in response not having the energy to answer him back, as it took every part of your energy to feel each inhalation and exhalation, so you could match your breaths precisely to his.

“Okay breathe in and out, just like that” he slowly rocked you back and forth in an attempt to comfort you, while his free hand gently wiped away your falling tears.

After a few moments your breathing finally fell into a normal steady rhythm with help from Nate’s deep breathing, while he softly whispered “you’re okay, you’re safe here with me” in your ear. Your peripherals were no longer blurred as life slowly faded back into reality, no longer in this hellish dreamscape you were in moments before.

Relief flooded throughout your body as you slowly came to realise that your anxiety attack was over, just in time for the post anxiety embarrassment to kick in.

“I’m sorry” you were able to croak out, your voice still horse from uncontrollably shaking and crying just seconds before.

“You have nothing to apologise for, I’m just glad that you’re okay” Nate soothed, still holding you tightly in his arms while rubbing comforting circles on your forearm. He left out a small sigh of relief, relieved to see that you were okay. For it truly broke his heart to see you in such a deep pain that he knew that he couldn’t take away from you.

“You shouldn’t have to look after me, I’m nearly an adult for Christ sake I shouldn’t be this pathetic. I should of handled it better-“

Your frustrated rant of self hatred was cut by Nate pressing his palm tightly against your lips, stopping you from talking so awfully about the girl he loves.

“I refuse to listen to you talk shit about the girl I love. Y/N you have anxiety it’s not your fault, it’s never been your fault why or how these attacks happen. I may not be able to take you away from your own mind” you quietly giggled at his small attempt of defusing the thick heavy atmosphere.

“But I promise you babe that I’ll be here whenever you need me to, I’ll always be here with you. You’re never alone. Now let’s go and I can get us some ice cream and I’ll allow you to watch one of those god awful romcoms that I know that you like so much”

You playfully scoffed, rolling your eyes at him elbowing him in his side. But you couldn’t help but laugh at his remark, he was the only person in your life who actually made it this whole shitshow bearable for you. You were eternally grateful that life had gifted you introducing Nate Jacobs in your life. That you were his and he was yours, even if your head sometimes made you doubt that.

“Hey don’t talk about Clueless like that, I swear that I saw you smiling intently at it a few weeks ago”

Nate groaned at your comment, playfully giving you a shove. He helped you up to your feet, still refusing to acknowledge that deep down that he had a soft spot for those kinds of movies.

“Hey it’s okay your secret is safe with me” you joked back at him.

your smile quickly died down as the realisation hit you. Your eyes darting towards the ground, playing with the cuff of your sleeve, rocking back and forth on your heels retreating back into yourself”

“But Nate you don’t have to do that for me, I feel bad enough about taking you out of lunch and plus my parents will kill me for skiving-“

“Y/N look at me” you reluctantly brought up your gaze to meet his, your eyes softening upon seeing his brown eyes filled with a loving tenderness.

“I don’t have to this, but I want to do this. I want to look after my girl. I love you so fucking much and I want to spend the rest of the day by your side. Your own health comes first so screw your parents and screw the school. Come on Y/N you can either come with me willingly or I’ll have no choice but to carry you to my car”

Your heart grew over hearing his words, it felt like it was beating out of your chest. But this time it made you feel giddy and loved, you couldn’t help but throw your arms around him holding him closer to you.

“Thank you, I love you” you smiled looking up at him

“I love you too babe. You know that I’ll do anything for you” he returned your loving doting smile as he lifted his lips to tenderly kiss your forehead.

“Now let’s get going”

A/N: it feels good to be back. Also as always my requests are always open. I have a cute funny Bradley Rooster Bradshaw fic, a angsty Gareth Emerson fic on the way.

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isimpfortoomanypeople · 1 year

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Hey I was just wondering when your Bradley Bradshaw fic will be out I love your writing and seen you have a fic pending ❤️

Hi my love, thanks so much for loving my writing it honestly means so much to me. I took a little break from writing over the holidays and I’m currently writing a request that should be out this weekend then your’s is next on the list. I usually take 2 weeks to write a request so thanks so much for your patience and I want to say I love your request and I can’t wait to get started on it soon ❤️

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Our first Christmas together- Billy Hargrove x Female reader

The Christmas holidays was always hard for Billy especially growing up with an abusive father. He usually busies himself in work to distract himself from the painful day but when his boss gives him the day off, you try to help to make this Christmas bearable for him. (A continuation of my high school sweethearts one shots)

Warnings: abuse mentioned in detail, Neil (he’s a warning in itself), ptsd attack mentioned in detail and anxiety.

A/N: did you really think that i wouldn’t post anything for Christmas? Just like Billy I don’t find Christmas a great holiday due to a problematic family member so it inspired this. I also have ptsd so what I wrote for Billy is accurate for me and this is important if someone is having a ptsd attack don’t hug them unless the person says it’s okay. Sorry it’s a little dark but I imagine as Billy had an abusive dad Christmas isn’t going to be a happy time for him. Sorry if some parts sound overly British as I’m from the U.K. Apologises for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy

Billy Hargrove hated Christmas and that was a fact. He hated the whole stupid holiday, all these commercials and stupid hallmark movies that depicted the perfect family life. Preaching that Christmas is a season for all coming together over a cozy fire with your family, forgiving those that have wronged you as it’s the most wonderful time of the year.

Everything about Christmas made Billy sick. what if you don’t have a loving family who loved and cared for you? What if home isn’t a safe place for you where there’s no presents only the threat of your drunken farther beating you till you could barely stand? What then!

Before his mom left Christmas was bearable, his mom tried her hardest to make a magical Christmas for the young boy. She would sneak into Billy’s room in the early hours of the morning to place a stocking at the bottom of his bed for him to open in the morning.

Billy grew up never believing in Santa Claus for his farther would never allow him to believe in such a childish thing, claiming that he shouldn’t believe in such childish bullshit and Neil should shake some sense into him if he wanted to believe in such a myth. The magic of Christmas was taken away from Billy as soon as he learnt to know what it was.

So when Billy received the stocking from his mom it was kept on low profile from his dad, Billy would wake up before his farther to open whatever his mother had brought him. As it was all done behind Neil’s back all he received was a candy bar and a small toy car, Billy was thankful for his mom to try to keep the magic of the holiday alive. But the tiniest spark of Christmas joy faded away when his mom left without even saying goodbye, she left him with the monster he had to call his dad.

Billy despised Christmas

Everything had gotten worse when Neil remarried Susan and moved to Hawkins. Susan was the sort of mother who loved Christmas and believed it to be a time for family, much to Billy’s dismay. Every year she would gather all of the family around the tree every Christmas morning while he had to watch them all play the picture perfect family which made him sick. Watching as his farther gave Max presents with a warm loving smile. Watching as he kissed Susan with such tenderness. Neil proved to Billy that he can be a loving farther which made Billy’s heart sink, Neil could be all the things that Billy wanted him to be but he didn’t want to be a loving father for him.

“Billy do you have any presents for Maxine and Susan?”

“No sir, I thought that we didn’t give presents” Billy’s heart sank to his stomach, he was sure that it stopped beating all together as he saw Neil’s smile turn into a scowl in a matter of seconds. All the love that his eyes once held turned cold and dark the moment his eyes laid upon his son. Billy tensed his body knowing what that look from his farther entitled.

“What!” Neil barked, Billy felt his blood run cold rapidly blinking back his tears as his farther walked over to him with his fist raised in the air.

“It’s fine honestly I don’t need any more presents” Max ran up to Neil, pleading with him to not hurt him. Her eyes clouded with tears blurring her vision, this wasn’t the way she wanted this day to go. She hated Neil with all her heart, she couldn’t understand why her mom would marry the monster known as Neil Hargrove. Max could see through the fake smiles Neil gave her, Neil wasn’t a nice man and the bruises that scattered upon Billy’s face proved that.

“Maxine go to your room” her mom ushered her up the stairs

“Mom he’s going to hurt him-“

“Maxine go to your room!” Her mom ordered, her face displayed little sympathy towards the abuse that was about to take place. Max desperately searched her mom’s face for the slightest glimpse that she could register that what her husband was doing was inhumane. But sadly Max saw barely any emotion on her face, like she was on autopilot as if this was normal to her.

Max scoffed and glared at her mom as she ran up the stairs, she couldn’t bare to look at her for a second longer as she felt sick.

“You ungrateful shit!” Neil bellowed, his voice shook the house, max flinched as she clasped her hands around her ears to block out the sickening thud of his fist colliding with Billy’s nose.

From that day forwards max hated Christmas and started to question her mother’s morality.

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Ever since moving to California with the love of his life and his beautiful daughter, Christmas was still the most hardest holiday for him. He eventually opened up to you about his abusive upbringing but the subject of Christmas was still a sore spot to him, especially knowing how much you loved the festive period.

He begged his heart to try to feel something over the season for your sake, he wanted to share the same excitement you held whenever you saw it’s a wonderful life shown on tv or when you saw the local toy shop’s lavish Christmas display. But at last he felt nothing and when Kelly was born he felt like the world’s worst farther as he couldn’t bring the magic of Christmas that he knew that she deserved.

Every time the difficult holiday came around he busied himself with work, he conveniently forgot to give in his holiday notice to his boss till it was too late. So every Christmas Billy spent it at work, not that he didn’t love you and your family that you created together, in fact he loved you all to the point of insanity, his love for you knows no bounds. But he couldn’t spend a holiday with the people he loved the most with the occasion that held so much trauma for him. So he put up with sympathetic smiles from his coworkers as he showed up at work on the 25th, secretly glad that he didn’t have to spend a single moment reliving some of the worst days of his life.

But this year had different plans for Billy, his boss was adamant that Billy took Christmas Day off saying that it wasn’t fair as Billy had a wife and daughter that he shouldn’t work during the holidays. Billy awkwardly smiled at his boss, giving him his best attempt of being grateful even though his heart plummeted. Suddenly he was 16 years old at his father’s house bracing himself to receive a powerful blow from his dad, he tried his hardest to regulate his breathing from this panic attack he can feel bubbling towards the surface. Which led to his boss sending him home early as he believed Billy’s panic attack to be an illness from Billy’s sudden pale appearance.

Billy clung on to the kitchen counter as he felt his legs turn into jello before they gave way entirely. He fell to the floor, hugging himself tight into a ball rocking himself back and forth to try and feel some form of comfort in this hellish situation he was experiencing. His breathing was hitching rapidly to the point that he was feeling light headed from the lack of oxygen to his body, he couldn’t breathe as much as he tried to gasp for air he couldn’t breathe. Everything felt far away as if it was a dream and he couldn’t stop shaking as flashes of his father’s abuse flashed across his brain, forcing him to relive every moment.

You ran down the stairs when you heard the door flung open followed by the crash of Billy’s body on the floor. Your heart felt like it was in your throat limiting your breathing, your mind was racing jumping to all the worst case scenarios.

“Billy what’s wrong?” You tried to be calm but the panic made your voice erratic and loud. You saw him curled up in a ball, physically shaking with tears streaming down his cheeks, his eyes looked glazed as if he was in a different reality all together.

Billy flinch when he heard the loudness in your voice call his name, he buried his face in his knees trying to drown out everything around him. Trying to tell himself that what he was experiencing in his head isn’t real, but the flashbacks were vivid and violent that it was hard to believe that he is safe when his farther felt like he was in the room with him.

“Billy?” You called his name again this time with a softer calmer tone in your voice.

He slowly lifted his head to look at you, battling with his own mind to remain in the room with you without being sucked back in to his flashbacks. His eyes looked like that of a wounded puppy, he looked so small and fragile, it was heartbreaking to see.

You slowly approached where he was curled up on the floor, wary not to startle him further. You’ve seen Billy experience a ptsd attack before so you knew how to comfort him, but you were confused to what had triggered this attack. Usually he would wake up in a cold sweat from a nightmare about his farther or him being possessed again by the mind flayer.

You sat down next to him and wrapped your arms around him in a comforting embrace, allowing his head to rest on your chest to hear your heart beat and to feel the rise and fall of your chest to help to regulate his breathing in a calming rhythm. You rubbed small soothing circles on his arm as you softly spoke to him, reminding him that he’s safe. Helping him slowly come back into reality.

“I’m sorry” Billy croaked, his voice still strained and horse from those heart wrenching sobs, he clung on to you like a child would to their favourite toy reminding himself that he’s safe here with you.

“Billy you have nothing to apologise for” you soothed placing a gentle kiss against his sandy curls

Billy explained everything to you in one big outpour, he told you the extent of his father’s abuse during the holidays and how guilty he feels that he can’t make your favourite time of year special. You felt your heart breaking seeing the guilt appear through his ocean eyes, seeing the guilt and despair Neil installed in him making Billy apologise for things that isn’t his fault. If you could go back in time and take Billy away from his dad you would, but you’re far away from him now and that’s all that matters.

You listened to him allowing him to get everything off his chest while you held him, he just needed someone to listen to him and not to judge him.

“Billy baby, you don’t need to apologise none of this was your fault. What he did to you was never your fault. We don’t have to make Christmas a big deal this year-“

“But what about Kelly?”

“Billy it’s okay we’ll have a small family Christmas and we can do whatever you want to do. We can make our own traditions and create new happier memories”

He tilted his head to look at you, his eyes were soft as he felt the weight fall off his shoulders. He softly smiled at you and he reached up to lower your face to his as he gently kissed you.

“Thank you” he whispered when he broke away.

God he was lucky to have you. He loved everything about you, how you never judged him and made him feel safe even when his mind wasn’t. He loves you and couldn’t be happier to call you his wife.

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When Christmas morning came around Kelly woke both of you up by jumping on your bed.

“Mommy daddy wake up, it’s Christmas” she giggled with glee “Santa came and he brought me presents”

“Wow honey you must of been a good girl this year, you go downstairs and wait for us we’ll be down in a few minutes” you smiled, your voice still heavy with sleep and your voice horse from just waking up.

You waited for the sound of little feet running down the stairs to turn into silence before turning over to Billy.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m okay” his voice was weak with nerves, he was trying to put on a brave face but you could see the uncertainty that laid underneath.

“If it gets too much let me know” you reassured him, placing a kiss on the top of his head before climbing out of bed.

The morning though tough for Billy ran a lot smoother than what he expected. He started to feel some joy as he watched the excited face of his daughter as her face lit up with each present that she unwrapped.

Around lunch Billy was starting to relax, he no longer felt tense in fact he was starting to warm up to the day. There was no arguments or punches that he used to associate with the holiday, instead he saw the love and comfort that he had wished for. You were gentle and patient with him, allowing him to take the day at his own pace. The day consisted of opening presents and a small Christmas lunch and that was it as you didn’t want to overwhelm Billy on one of the days that was the most hardest for him. It was nice to have your husband there for Christmas, even though it was a small Christmas it was the best one you have ever had.

To finish the day you all sat curled up on the couch, Billy on your right with his head nestled into the crook of your shoulder, while Kelly was to your left half asleep with her head in your lap while Miracle on 34th street played in the background.

“Thank you”

“For what?”

“For everything you’ve done today, I’m sorry that this wasn’t the best Christmas-“

“Billy this is the best Christmas I’ve ever had, I mean that. I got to spend the day with the man I love and my daughter who I adore, this is the perfect Christmas for me”

“I love you princess”

“I love you too”

A/N: I just want to give Billy a hug and take him far away from the duffer brothers as they clearly don’t know how to write for someone experiencing abuse. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you all. As always my requests are still open

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Heyyy just wondering if you could do a Dimitri x reader, like dimitri and the reader had a thing for eachother like back and fourth little flirting when they were all escaping from Russia, but he had only seen the reader bloody and dirty but when they all get to America a few weeks later Joyce is having a kind of welcome back party for hooper and this is the first time he’s seen her since Russia and she looks stunning with a nice dress hair all done just jaw dropping gorgeous and he is speechless and gets a little jealous when they speak to officer callahan ( btw the reader is french aswel and some people mistake her accent for Russian. Sorry a bit all over the place but you can do what you like with it :)

From ash love can grow- Dimitri Antonov x Female French reader

Joyce being your closest friend of course you agreed to accompany her to Russia to help Hopper escape, especially when you believe it to be a simple task. What you didn’t expect was to survive a plane crash and to meet the most handsome man you had ever laid eyes upon.

Warnings: slight xenophobia, mentions of blood and injury, mentions of being drugged, alcohol and I think that’s it

A/N: hi thanks so much for being so patient with me to get this fic finished, I finished for winter break at my uni/ college then I was sick but I’ve finally completed it. Dimitri is so charming and I’m so happy that he is my first stranger things fic I’ve written for the adult characters. I’m aware that this story doesn’t 100% follow the storyline of season 4 but allow it for the sake of this fic. Also I don’t speak French or Russian so I’m sorry if I’ve gotten the translation wrong for some lines. Sorry if some parts sound overly British as I’m from the U.K. apologises for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy

When Joyce told you that Hopper was still alive and was in a prison in Russia and asked you to go with her and Murray to brake him out. Of course you said yes, Joyce became like a sister to you. She was the first friendly face you had met since arriving in California.

Lenora Hills is exactly what you expected a stereotypical American town to look like. Perfectly placed houses lined up in a row, all with precise manicured gardens completed with the most nauseating fake families you ever had the displeasure to have met. Hollywood definitely gotten that stereotype right.

The women were as closed off as you can imagine, women who would hold a big pearly white smile as they pushed you under the bus. You were slightly glad that their arrogance swayed them from befriending you as there’s no way in hell would you ever entertain their company. When you moved from France all it took was for them to hear an accent that wasn’t American and that was enough for them to shun you. One plus of that situation was that you could mutter “Je t’emmerde’ under your breath and they would have no clue what you had just muttered.

But Joyce Byers was the only person who welcomed you with a warm smile and invited you to have dinner with her family. You almost declined her offer at first, as you weren’t used to kindness from any of the women who lived on that street. But you were glad that you did as Joyce was one of the kindest human beings that you had ever met, and you were practically inseparable ever since. Which is why you accompanied her and Murray to Russia.

But what you didn’t expect was also to be drugged and to survive a plane crash, if you knew that was in store for you from the beginning, you definitely would have given Joyce a different answer. So now you were following the directions from the one who drugged you and originally threatened to turn you all into the Russian authorities, now you were walking towards the high security prison Hopper was held captive in.

You wrapped your coat more tightly around your body but the harsh bitter winter wind bit down to your bones. You had long lost all feeling in your legs from the artic environment, you were in a great deal of pain from a gash on your head from the crash, the blood has stopped pouring but the pain persisted.

“How far away are we? My feet hurt and my head is pounding” you complained as you begrudgingly trudged through the thick icy snow. Oh how you wished that you could be basking in the warm Californian sun, but no you were in what felt like a deserted part of Russia.

“What’s wrong the Russian princess can’t handle the snow?” joked Murray as he ploughed on ahead.

“Russian? I’m French you idiot!”

“Wait you’re not Russian?” Murray questioned? his pitch raised in shock, his brows knitted together as he replayed your voice in his head trying to detect your accent.

“No I’m not Russian! Why does everyone think that?.. Joyce?” You looked at your friend quizzically, noticing how her face morphed into a sheepish smile. You looked at her with disbelief, surely she would have the common sense to differentiate the difference between the wildly different accents, but you were sadly disappointed.

You rolled your eyes at her before muttering

“Vous êtes tous des idiots”

They all looked at you dumbfounded all trying to decipher who you have just insulted under your breath, while you smugly smiled to yourself, again thankful that you were in the minority who spoke French.

Another thing that you didn’t encounter for was meeting a handsome former Russian prison guard called Dimitri, also known as Enzo from his nickname Murray and Joyce called him from his cryptic letter.

He had a handsome rugged charm about himself, he had short brown hair with piercing steel eyes. He was effortlessly handsome like a marble statue of a Greek god come to life, though now his chiseled jaw was bruised and cuts heavily scattered across his face. He definitely had seen better days but neither have you, but still you couldn’t help but marvel at him. You choked on air when you first laid eyes upon him taken aback by his beauty, you wanted nothing more than to get to know him further.

But right now you were all running from the prison that now holds the body of a demon you had to kill, you have been informed that it was called a demogorgon and apparently Joyce, hopper and Murray have all had an interaction with one. It made you question the sanity of the trio and if Hawkins was actually hell itself.

Dimitri unbeknownst to you took a particular fascination to the quick witted feisty woman who walked beside him. Dimitri suggested that the five of you spent the night in his apartment till sunrise, it was a chance for you all to escape the bitter cold and for you to have a safe place to sleep before the authorities gotten word about your whereabouts. Tomorrow you can finally kiss Russia goodbye, you had always wanted to visit Russia under different circumstances but this ‘trip’ left a bitter taste in your mouth, safe to say that you won’t be rushing back anytime soon.

Your matted hair caked in blood and dirt, your ripped bloodied shirt and the many cuts and bruises you required from the crash and fighting a monster, that moments ago you didn’t believe existed. None of that deterred him from looking at you in awe, how you knocked down the demogorgon from the barrel of your gun slightly turned him on, and further fuelled his desire to get to know you better.

“What’s your name Голубь?” Dimitri smiled at you, watching as the breeze pushed your hair out of your face revealing your beautiful y/e/c eyes

“Y/N” you smiled back at him, you cringed as you felt your cheeks flush the same shade of red as your nose from suffering the harsh winter winds. Hopefully you can blame it on the winds icy chill?

“What a beautiful name y/N” he smirked upon seeing the coyness flash across your face from his flirty remark. He loved the way your name felt when it exited his lips, savouring every letter like he was saying the most beautiful word in existence .

“Is that a French accent I detect?”

“Finally someone with sense” you huffed looking at Joyce in her eyes as she flashed you a sheepish smile.

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Dimitri’s flat was smaller than you thought but it was beautifully furnished, the thing that attracted you the most was the beautiful oak book case complete with all the classics. You gently ran your finger against the spine of the books admiring them all, judging by the condition of the cover they had to be at least first additions. They say that it’s rude to ask a man about the money that he makes, but judging by the books alone you knew that he must be loaded,

“A woman of taste I see” you turned your head to see Dimitri leaning against the wall beside the book case, his eyes filled heavily with admiration like you were the most beautiful person to have ever existed. He swears that you couldn’t get any more beautiful but he stands corrected.

“You can take any book you want, they’re not exactly going to be read anymore come dawn” he sighed, you saw sadness momentarily flash across his steel eyes, as he swallowed down that heavy emotion, not even daring to acknowledge how this is now his last evening in a country that he once loved.

“Are you sure?” You questioned unsure to why he was speaking so kindly to you, those moms of Lenora Hills definitely made you skeptical about genuine kindness being thrown towards you. You looked at Dimitri quizzically expecting there to be a catch to this deal.

“Of course” he outstretched his hand towards you “now follow me, I have some bandages and some antiseptic in the bathroom”

You placed your hand in his as he lead you to his bathroom, noting how your heart fluttered over the contact. Wishing that you were still outside, for at least then you could blame the wind nipping at your cheeks for making them appear pink.

He hovered over you as he cleaned the dried crusted blood that surrounded your split lip. You could feel his body heat radiating upon your skin, you had to swallow down the small whimper that almost fell from your lips. You prayed that you could stay calm and collected as he gently touched your chin, tilting your head to look at the gash on your forehead.

It was a near impossible task as you could feel your heart race feeling the way he touched you with care. The butterflies in your stomach was creating hurricanes whenever he would look at you in the eye. And when he gently swiped the pad of his thumb against your bottom lip, he avoided the cut not wanting to pain you further.

You saw the corners of his lips flip into a warm smile. You could of sworn that you saw a small glimmer of longing in his eyes, but you were quick to shake that thought out of your head believing that the small crush you have developed wasn’t reciprocated, you’d have to learn to be okay with that even though it’s difficult when all you want to do is feverishly smash your lips against his.

“Ты такая красивая”

“Huh?”

“I said that it looks painful” he cleared his throat “I’ll leave you to shower”

You felt your heart sink into your stomach when he closed the door behind him, longing for his touch again, wishing for him to stay forever with you.

God this is stupid! Y/N you’re so stupid! You’ve just met this man now you’re head over heels, you’re a full grown adult not some pining teenager in love.

You hated these butterflies that flapped their wings inside your stomach, making your stomach contort with each flutter. The more you wished these butterflies to dissolve in your stomach acid, the more violently they continued to fly.

Maybe it’s best that you’ll never see Dimitri again? As then you won’t have your heart crushed under this lovesick fantasy.

When you were showered and dressed, you walked into the living room where Joyce, Murray and Hopper stood with a glass of wine in hand, all laughing and engaging in free flowing conversation.

Your ears heard the faint melody from a familiar song coming from the vinyl player in the corner.

“I thought that the Mademoiselle would be appreciative of some Édith Piaf” Dimitri smiled as he handed you a glass of red wine. You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from returning the same tender smile.

Not that you didn’t want to, god knows how much you want to. But you couldn’t allow yourself to fall deeper into his charm as come dawn you would have to wake up to the fact that this is all a fantasy, there’s no future for you and him and that heartbreak would be too much to bare.

“Come dance with me” he chuckled outreaching his hand to yours, his voice as smooth as whiskey melting into your every senses, capturing you under his charm.

“I don’t dance” you tried your hardest to dismiss his charm. But like a moth to a flame you caved especially when he said something as charming as-

“It’s okay I’ll teach you”

All that contact you craved in the bathroom finally happened and you couldn’t be more flustered even if you tried. You gaped at him, your lips moving trying to conjure up some form of excuse, but all you could say was a stuttered series of incomplete sentences. But you couldn’t think of an excuse when your heart truly wants it to happen, your heart yearns for his touch, and secretly you wanted that too.

He chuckled at your awkwardness, he found it incredibly endearing. Dimitri loves how flustered he makes you feel, how your cheeks flush rouge whenever he makes eye contact with you. How your breathing hitched in the bathroom, he noticed every minute detail about you. He believes that you must be an angel sent from heaven above, that god has sent you down just for him.

You didn’t know this, but when you helped to save him you gave him that fight to keep going. Moments before you turned up, he gave up even trying, believing that there’s no point to go on for he was a traitor and the brutality he faced upon his imprisonment crush his spirit into tiny pieces, that he didn’t have the energy to piece them back together. But when Dimitri first saw your face he found the energy to keep going, for if he survived one day he was going to make this beautiful angel his wife. He craves to hold you close to his chest to see if your heart beats just as fast as his.

You pressed your lips into a thin line when you felt his warm strong arms wrapped around your waist, to suppress the gasp that threaten to escape your lips. Your eyes secured itself to the wooden floor below your feet, trying your hardest to ignore the lovesick blush that spread across your cheeks as he held you closer to him, swaying to the gentle melody of La Vie En Rose.

“I bet you $20 that they’ll end up together” Hopper smirked upon watching you both caught in a lovers in brace.

“It’s obvious that’s going to happen, but the question is when?” Joyce added, her heart warming upon seeing you both sweetly dancing not caring who else was in the room for this moment in time it was just you and Dimitri. You were both enthralled by each other, as if you were both in a trance. For Joyce has never seen her friend so in love with someone before, as she knows how hard you find it to let someone in, she’s just glad that you found it in the caring, sweet soul that is Dimitri

“I say by the time we get back to Hawkins”

“You’re on”

And with a shake of a hand the deal was done

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When the plane landed your heart shattered into a thousand of tiny pieces upon the impact of the wheels on the tarmac below.

The only thought that was on your mind, was the dreaded thought of leaving Dimitri behind. The man who taught you in the only day that you have spent together what love was meant to feel like-

Y/N what the fuck are you thinking!!! You barely know this man stop acting like a love sick child.

You hugged everyone goodbye, telling Joyce to keep in touch and she’s welcome to visit you in California whenever she wanted.

Then it came time to say goodbye to the one person that you wish you didn’t have to, but for the sake of your heart you had to make this goodbye as short as possible.

You gave him a small sweet hug. But when you broke apart you could feel his face leaning in towards yours, you forced yourself to break apart before his lips made contact with your skin.

You kept your eyes rooted on the ground not wanting to see the dejected look within his eyes. Blinking back the tears that stung your eyes, you turned on your heels and walked towards your connecting flight.

Only when you were sure that you were out of sight of Dimitri did you let the tears that had desperately tried to fall slide down your cheeks. You wiped away the quick falling salty tears as you repeated to yourself

‘This is all for the best’

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After two months since landing back in Lenora Hills , you received a call from Joyce inviting you to Hawkins for a welcome home party for Hopper. You accepted with the only condition was that this trip wouldn’t turn out like the previous one, you heard her laugh over the receiver as she gave you her word that this trip would more sane that the last.

So here you are, anxiously twiddling with your emerald necklace that complimented your dress. Your last reminder of your grandmother back in France, you claimed it to be your good luck charm. But right now your good luck charm made you stand anxiously outside the door for what felt like an hour, trying to will yourself to open the door.

You took a deep inhale, pressing your lips into a thin line as you finally worked up the courage to knock on the door.

Joyce wrapped her arms around you into a tight embrace as soon as she open the door, she was so overjoyed to see her friend that she hugged you with so much force that she accidentally made you loose balance, causing you to stumble into the house.

“I’m sorry Y/N it’s just that I’ve missed you so much” Joyce laughed as she led you by the hand into her house.

Dimitri stood with Hopper leaning against the lounge wall, he was so deep in conversation that he didn’t notice you at first. It wasn’t until a small breeze from both of your bodies walking past him, did he finally look up.

When he caught sight of you, he choked and spluttered on his drink. Hopper looked at him with confusion till he saw where his eyes trailed off to, when he saw you next to Joyce he shot Dimitri a knowing look.

Dimitri couldn’t take his eyes off you as you walked around the room as Joyce introduced you to everyone. You looked dazzling, truly a sight to behold, with your flowing emerald dress that cut off above the knee. Dimitri fell in love with you when you were covered in blood and caked in dirt but right now he fell in love with you all over again, with your beautifully styled hair complete with winged eyeliner and scarlet lips.

“And this is officer Callahan, he works with Hopper”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you” Callahan smirked as he brought his hand to meet his lips. You smiled at his chivalry.

Dimitri on the other hand was glaring daggers at the officer who looked at you with a flirtatious look in his eyes. God! It made his blood boil, he wanted nothing more than to go over there and take you away from him.

Hopper heard the low growl that exited his lips, he couldn’t help but smirk to himself over how in love Dimitri was with you. He knows that Callahan has nothing over Dimitri, but god was it fun to watch how green with jealousy Dimitri got.

“I wouldn’t worry about him, she likes you”

“You saw how she was when we landed, it’s clear that she doesn’t feel the same way about me. Out of everyone here tonight, why did it have to be him?”

Hopper chuckled at himself seeing how blind Dimitri was to the situation. He gently patted Dimitri on the shoulder as he leant in towards him.

“Joyce told me that she has never seen Y/N look at someone the way she does towards you, now go over there and talk to her.”

Hopper pushed Dimitri towards your direction, he took a deep breath to steady his nerves. He cleared his throat and walked up to you.

“Y/N can I have this dance?” He asked out stretching his arm towards you

You felt your face grew red like you were back in Russia all over again, yet he still never fails to take your breath away especially when he looks so dashing in his suit. You bit your lip and nodded, taking his hand in yours. Too afraid to say anything as all your words have jumbled together and you feared to look more of a flustered mess than you already were.

Dimitri held you close, his hands rubbing circles into the small of your back which sent shivers down your spine. If you were worried about looking like a flustered mess before, you somehow had gotten worse as your heart began to flutter as you felt his slow steady breaths against your skin.

“I’m sorry” you muttered into his shoulder

“What was that Голубь?”

“I’m sorry for my cold goodbye when we landed, it’s just that I was scared. I know it sounds stupid but it’s just that I really like you and thought that it was easier to say goodbye. I believed that we would never see each other again and I didn’t want to hurt myself by pretending-“ your heartfelt ramble was cut short by Dimitri’s lips pressed against yours. You froze to the spot upon first feeling the contact of his lips against yours, but you eagerly moved your lips against his.

You smiled at him when you both broke apart, the giddy feeling grew in your chest as you saw the way he looked back at you. He looked at you like you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

“My Голубь, I loved you the moment I’ve first ever laid eyes on you. I lost all hope that I would never escape that god forsaken prison, but the moment I saw you I found the hope I lost. I survived because of you. And that night we spent in my apartment was one of the best nights of my life, I know it’s too soon but I love you”

You captured his lips with your own, moving your hands to hold the back of his head, while he held your waist closer to him to deepen the kiss.

“I love you too” you smiled at him with love filled eyes.

Joyce and Hopper stood back to watch the pair of lovebirds swaying across the floor.

“I believe that you owe me $20”

Joyce huffed as she routed through her purse for the dollar bill, she placed it into his hands. Smirking as he shoved the bill into his back pocket.

Maybe the strife you faced in Russia was worth? it as it brought you in the arms of the man that you love.

A/N: Dimitri to me is incredibly smooth and charming so I had to write him like that. I hope that you enjoyed it and sorry again about the wait. As always my requests are still open

Je t’emmerde - fuck you

Vous êtes tous des idiots - you’re all idiots

Голубь - dove

Ты такая красивая - you are so beautiful

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isimpfortoomanypeople · 1 year

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Hey I hope you are well! But I have a question if that’s okay? So I was just wondering if you write your requests in order like if you have 2 requests do you write the first one you got then the second or do you just write what ever one you feel like righting first?

Hi, of course I always write the request that comes first then I work my way through the rest of them. I’ve currently have 3 requests, I’m currently writing a Dimitri x reader that should be completed in a few days time, then a Nate Jacobs x reader and a Bradley Bradshaw x reader. I’ve unfortunately been a little behind with my writing at the moment as I’m an actor in training and I’m currently rehearsing for a play, but I’m writing whenever I can. I hope that this helps ❤️

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isimpfortoomanypeople · 1 year

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Do you write for Bradley ‘ rooster ‘ Bradshaw??

Of course I do, I definitely didn’t fall in love with him

In top gun 😅

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isimpfortoomanypeople · 1 year

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I’m currently working through all my requests and my own WIP’s but would anyone be interested in reading a Gwydion Lashlee Walton x reader fanfic? I just love this man so much and I have an idea for a fic but I don’t know if anyone would want to read it?

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isimpfortoomanypeople · 1 year

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I met Jamie Campbell Bower today, he called me pretty and complimented my outfit. If I don’t upload any of my fics that is because I’m dead 😂

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isimpfortoomanypeople · 1 year

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Hey everyone im just posting this so i can update you guys and also to remind myself what posts i have coming up as I’m extremely forgetful.

Upcoming fics:

Request: Dmitri x reader

More high school sweethearts one shots

Gareth x reader

Robbin x reader

Mungrove x reader

(Also as always requests are still open)

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Lucas asks Billy if he can marry max

High school sweethearts one shot Billy Hargrove x female reader

During dinner you all grow concerned over Lucas who looks like he’s going to pass out from his nerves, wondering why he’s so worked up

Warnings: mentions of hospitals and so much fluff

A/N: I literally wrote this fic as soon as it entered my head as it was too cute not to write it. I’m so glad that people have been liking high school sweethearts enough for me to be able to create a series of one shots. Sorry if some parts sound overly British as I’m from the U.K. apologises for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy.

“Well she’s finally down” Max gently sighed as she pulled a chair from under the dining table.

“Thanks Max for doing that, Kelly couldn’t stop talking about how she missed her auntie” you smiled at her as you dished a pile of pasta on to her plate. Finally sitting down on your seat next to Billy who pulled you close to his side, gently kissing your cheek as he complimented you on how delicious the meal looked.

“It was no problem, I love Kelly even when she makes me read good night moon for the one hundredth time” Max joked as she twirled the pasta on her fork, she lent into Lucas’s side nudging him with her elbow.

Lucas looked at Max with a questioning look as he watched her mouth turn into a crafty smile. He reached out for his glass, bringing it up to his lips weary about whatever his girlfriend is about to say.

“She’s so cute, she makes me want to have a kid”

Lucas spluttered and choked on his water, regretting to choose that exact moment to take a sip. His eyes grew wide as he processed what she had just said to him.

Billy’s eyes narrowed in an over protective manner, locking Max into his gaze. Biting his lip, trying to compose his words before he said the first thing that came to his mind. She was his little sister (still a kid in his eyes) there was no way in hell was she going to have a kid.

“Maxine no kids till you graduate college or even then! Actually don’t have kids till you’re married” Billy sternly spoke, drawing out each word so that she would get the message. His mouth slightly twitching as he brought his fork to his lips, forcefully swallowing the food down his throat.

Max cringed over Billy’s use of her full name, she rolled her eyes back at him as he was still holding his stern look.

“Okay dad I’ll wait till marriage” she sarcastically muttered back to him

“So Max and Lucas how is college?” You quickly chimed in, awkwardly laughing as you tried to defuse the atmosphere. Saving poor Lucas who was still frozen to the spot still in a complete state of shock over Max’s comment, you were pretty sure that he hadn’t even blinked yet still processing what the fuck just happened.

The rest of the meal ran smoothly, Max and Lucas updated you both about their lives since you last saw them at thanksgiving. Living in California sometimes felt isolating being so far away from Hawkins, but you loved your new life you built with Billy and having a beautiful daughter. Plus Max was only a phone call away.

You developed the unlikely friendship with Max during hospital trips to see Billy during high school. You gave her rides to the hospital, Max at first was standoffish, but could you really blame her? That poor kid has been through a lot in the first few years of moving to Hawkins, fighting monsters who came from god knows where, having an abusive step dad and watching as her own brother got possessed and nearly died. But slowly after a while she warmed up to you, Laughing as you both sang along to her cassettes that you let her play in the car. It wasn’t long before she started coming to you for advice and confiding in you about what had been bothering her that day, she soon saw you as the sister she never had.

This confused Billy at first in his heavily medicated induced haze, but seeing how you two got along warmed his heart.

This still continues to this day, Max will still call you weekly telling you about her life in college or asking you for relationship advice with Lucas.

She was overjoyed when she found out that you were pregnant and swore to be the best auntie to your child. Which explains why whenever Max is around Kelly is always attached to her hip.

“Billy can I talk to you?” Lucas nervously stuttered looking at the ground not daring to look him in the eyes.

“Sure?” Billy questioned as he watch the uneasiness wash over Lucas’s body as he started to shake with his nerves.

Billy got up and pushed his chair back under the table, he walked towards the living room door, his face stuck in a baffled expression confused to what Lucas was about to ask him? Especially in a different room away from Max, didn’t those two tell each other everything? So why was Lucas being so god damn suspicious?

Lucas quickly followed suit still shaking with nerves, the room started to feel like it was closing in as he started to feel queasy.

“Should I be worried?” Max asked you as the two men closed the door behind them.

You shrugged, shooting max a reassuring smile. But you too was asking yourself the same thing

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“What’s up?”

“Well erm I..” Lucas stuttered feeling sweat pool at the top of his brow. Was the room getting hotter?

“Spit it out kid” Billy looked at Lucas with concern as he started to look faint, his eyes couldn’t keep still as they switched from different areas of the room.

Lucas allowed himself to breathe, trying to compose himself before he asked Billy the second biggest question of his life.

“What I’m trying to say is that I love Max, I truly love her with all my heart. I’m mad about her, I honestly can’t picture a future without her in it, so I want to ask for her hand in marriage?” Lucas asked, finally looking Billy in his eyes. He nervously held his breath awaiting Billy’s response.

Billy’s face relaxed, he chuckled as his face grew into a warm smile. He crossed his arms trying his hardest not to sound too overjoyed for his little sister otherwise he would spoil the surprise.

“Of course”

Lucas released all the tension from his body as he sighed a breath of relief upon hearing Billy’s words.

“I can see how well you treat her and how happy she is when she’s with you. But as much as I like you Lucas, I have no problem with doing something stupid that Y/N won’t like if you ever do anything to hurt her”

“So what did you two talk about?” You asked when the guests left. Looking at Billy with suspicion as you brought the plates to the sink. You saw how visibly relieved Lucas looked when he reentered the room while Billy looked visibly overjoyed, they both pushed off all questions you and max asked them about their talk.

“Lucas asked if he could marry Max”

You pressed your hand over your mouth to muffle out a loud squeal to avoid waking up Kelly. Your lips grew into such a big smile that your cheeks started aching. You were so happy for them both, remembering the day Billy proposed to you.

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“Hello?”

“Y/N he proposed! Can you believe it? Oh my god I can’t stop shaking. I’m going to be Max Sinclair, oh my god!” Max squealed, her voice raising in pitch with each word, that you had to hold the phone away from your ear.

“I’m so happy for you max” you beamed feeling your heart swell over their young love

“ I wish you could see the ring Y/N it’s beautiful, I still can’t believe it”

You chuckled at her giddiness as it reminded you of how you felt when a beautiful diamond ring was placed upon your finger.

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“Well Max said yes”

“I knew she would, they’re both crazy about each other, reminds me of us” Billy smirked as he pressed his lips to yours into a soft gentle loving kiss.

“Looks like Max doesn’t need to wait much longer to have a baby” you joked laughing as you saw Billy groan, rolling his eyes at you.

“Y/N don’t even joke about that”

A/N: did I purposefully leave our details of the reader and Billy’s proposal just so I can write a one shot about it? I’ll never tell ;)

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I loved your high school sweethearts imagine and I was hoping if you could do that with Nate jacobs? But like Nate and the reader have 3 kids ( 2 boys 1 girl the girl being the youngest) and the reader is pregnant again with another boy so like the little girl is Nate’s little princess? :)

Till death do us part- Nate Jacobs x female reader

Spending your high school years in an off and on again relationship wasn’t how you would imagine high school to be. 7years later your best friend Lexi invites you to her engagement party, now the real question is are you and Nate still together?

Warnings: the reader and Nate having a bad relationship in high school, brief smut MDI (I needed it to set the beginning of the story), alcohol, mentions of Cal, toxic masculinity (for context wise Maddy didn’t date Nate in this) super fluffy Nate towards the end

A/N: aww thanks I’m glad that you loved high school sweethearts. I loved writing this, and it maybe a little bit self indulgent by having Lexi and Maddy being the reader’s best friends as they are my favourite characters. This is my first Euphoria fic so I hope that you enjoy it and I’ve done it justice. Sorry if some parts sound over British as I’m from the U.K. apologises for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy

You gasped for air rolling your eyes into the back of your head as Nate thrusted into you, moaning your name as he spilt his seed across your velvety walls.

You both panted as you recovered from your climax. Nate lifted his fingers brushing away the strands of hair that clutch to your forehead from the exhaustion you’ve just experienced. He pulled out of you, you both whimpered from the lack of contact.

“This shouldn’t happen again”

“Babe you say this every time”

You panted trying to regain your breath. Trying your hardest to regulate your breathing into a normal rhythm. Nate knew how to make you feel so good to the point that you were putty in his hands.

But you’ve been broken up for over 2 months you should allow yourself to move on but it’s hard when Nate narrows his eyes, locking you in his gaze swatting off all men that ever showed the slightest bit of interest in you.

You broke up for a reason as he was the biggest asshole you had ever met, he was controlling but yet you couldn’t let go. For Nate is a siren drawing you to your untimely death. With a face as pretty as his, he could make the grey thrashing waters appear blue and tranquil. One thing about Nate Jacobs was once you were under his spell it was impossible to escape.

“I mean it Nate, we’re supposed to be over. I can’t move on when you scare off every man who shows me the slightest bit of attention. I’m not yours anymore you have to let me go” you sighed, allowing your head to slump into the plush pillow of your bed. Pinching the bridge of your nose, praying that he actually got the message this time, not continuing this nauseating game of cat and mouse which had been happening for weeks with you always ending up underneath him.

“Babe..” his head nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped protectively over your body. Almost chaining you to the spot, limiting your movements, hoping to silence your following words.

“Nate I mean it. Please you’re going to have to let me go-“ your words were cut short by Nate throwing you out of his embrace, as if your body was a poison that burnt him to touch. He scurried around your room collecting his clothes from the heap on the floor , as when you were both deeply in the throes of lust to care where they ended up, you just needed the clothes off your body as soon as possible.

Nate made a point of crashing his foot upon the wooden floorboards with each step he took, over exaggerating how pissed off he truly was. Like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum.

His eyes couldn’t bare to look at yours, his jaw clenched so tightly together that a vein pulsed on the side of his forehead.

He said nothing as he exited your room, the only sound that broke the deafening silence was the loud slam of your door. You flinched upon hearing the loud slam and the rattle of the metal hinges, he slammed it with such ferocity you were amazed that your door was still in tack.

Safe to say that Nate got the message, he was finally going to leave you alone. You could finally move on, you wanted this right? So why does your heart feel like it’s crumbling into tiny pieces? Why are tears pouring down your face? And why do you feel empty, so incredibly empty and alone?

Y/N: I finally did it, he got the message. I can’t help but feel like I’ve made a mistake

Maddy: honey no, you haven’t made a mistake Nate Jacobs is a toxic asshole. He should of treated you right but he never did, it’s his loss to loose such an amazing person

Lexi: Y/N I agree with Maddie, don’t you ever let him make you feel like this was a mistake. You deserve way better and you can do way better

Y/N: why do I feel like this is a mistake though? I still love him and girls this hurts, this really fucking hurts

Lexi: oh Y/N :( I know it’s hard but you will get through this. I’ll be there in 5

Y/N: Lexi I can’t ask you to do that as you’re going on a date with Fez tonight

Lexi: too late I’m on my way, my girl needs me

Maddy: I’ll be there in 15, Ive snuck a bottle of my parents wine

Y/N: I love you guys so much <;3

The rest of the weekend was spent either pouring your heart out to your two friends, while Maddy continued to pour you drinks to help numb the pain. The pain didn’t lessen as each drink only made the hot tears come down like a torrential down pour. You couldn’t talk without your words becoming slurred by the overwhelming grief you felt for knowing that Nate is officially out of your life, but also from the copious amount of booze Maddy was supplying you with.

The two girls nodded sympathetically when they were needed to be, swigging back the bottle to try to conceal their true emotions about the situation. They were secretly overjoyed that you and that toxic asshole were no more.

They reassured you that it was the best thing to do, Lexi allowing you to curl up on your bed with your head in her lap. She stroked your hair, telling you that it was okay, not caring that your tears was dampening her jeans.

By the following Saturday the two were able to convince you to go to a party, claiming that this is the perfect way to finally get over him.

“Oh my fucking god! Y/N you look stunning!” Maddy gasped as you entered her bedroom, wearing her pastel blue dress , it just about covered your ass and boobs. But then again Maddy wouldn’t wear anything that left anything to the imagination, but if you have even an ounce of the confidence Maddy exudes you would too.

She wondered towards you and sprayed your whole body with a bottle of perfume , you had to take a step back as the floral smell was making you light headed. She moved your chin with her index finger admiring her handy work, she did the most intricate blue eyeliner with stick on pearls to truly accentuate your eyes.

“You look so hot” Maddy smirk lifting a shot glass full of clear liquid to your face. Weakly smiling as you shot back the glass that felt like it could have been filled with straight ethanol from your visceral reaction.

She whipped her phone out from her right pocket, holding you close to her as she angled her phone to capture you both in the most flattering angle. Maddie pouted her lips tilting her head to face yours, so unsure what to do in this situation that you followed precisely what Maddy did. She posted the photo on her story adding a caption saying “single and ready to mingle”

You reposted the photo on your story and not even a second after posting you swiped up out of curiosity to see who had viewed your story, straight away you saw

@nate.jacobs has viewed your story. Rolling your eyes, you threw your phone in your purse. Ready to forget about him for the night.

“You look amazing y/n” Lexi smiled bringing you into her embrace, her arms wrapped tightly around you.

“Thanks lex you too”

“Lex told me about you and Nate, I’m sorry about that. He’s an asshole and I have no problem punching him again if you need to” fez offered as he patted you on the shoulder. His jaw clenched as he said Nate’s name, swallowing down the anger he has for him.

“Thanks fez, as much as I’d love to see him with a bloodied nose again, I don’t think that will be necessary-“

As you finished your sentence it dwindled away into thin air as you locked eyes with Nate, who had his arm tightly wrapped around the shoulders of Cassie. When his eyes met yours, he placed a kiss to Cassie’s temple, as if to wound you for wounding him. He quickly looked away as they both walked towards the kitchen to search for something to drink.

You felt your body shaking in a mixture of anger and despair. Every mussel in your body strained as you were trying to contain yourself from punching Nate yourself.

Fuck you Nate Jacobs!

“Y/N are you okay-“

“Lex did you know?”

“No I didn’t Y/N I swear, I’m so sorry” Lexi desperately called after you but it was too late, as you slammed the front door behind you.

You leant against the side of the house, letting the tears you’ve been holding in slide down your face. You didn’t want to give Nate the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

It was a mistake you showing up tonight

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Y/N it’s me Lexi, I firstly want to apologise for losing contact with you after graduation. It was hard with you moving to college and I was dealing with Fez’s arrest and the death of ash. But I saw your mom when I was grocery shopping and she gave me your new number. Me and Fez got engaged, can you believe it? He proposed last week at this fancy restaurant. I wanted to invite you to our engagement party this Saturday. You can bring a plus one if you’re dating someone, I can’t wait to see you as I miss you.

“Who’s that babe?”

“Lexi just texted me, she’s inviting us to her and Fez’s engagement party this Saturday”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? She’s not exactly my biggest fan” Nate sighed, as he sunk down the couch beside you. Placing his hand on your thigh, rubbing soft circles on the fleshy part of your thigh. He chewed his lip as he was overthinking about every possible way this party could end in disaster.

You were the only one who could vouch that he wasn’t the same Nate Jacobs he was in high school. While they were all left with the bitter taste of his name in their mouths, despising the person he once was.

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“Y/N you coming to the graduation party?” Maddy asked, readjusting her cap that tilted to the side of her head, slightly messing up her perfectly styled curls.

“100%”

“Great come to mine for 8, Lexi and I are pregaming before our final ever high school party” Maddie squealed in excitement over the big day, you both are finally going to leave East Highland behind. She pressed her glossed lips on your cheek before running off to get some more pictures before the school kicked you out.

“Y/N can we talk?”

Your body stiffened momentarily, your nostrils flared as you forced yourself to breathe. Rolling your eyes as you prepared yourself to engage in conversation with the one person who you really didn’t want to speak to right now.

“I don’t have anything to say to you” you sighed, not even turning your back to look at him

“Y/N please?” Nate’s voice quivered as he was trying to compose his emotions. He was having an internal battle, he wanted to get on his knees begging for you to hear him out, but his dismissive tough outer exterior was telling him to run away to save his pride.

You turned around to face him, you could feel your eyes prick with tears as you look deep into his.

“What did you want to say?” You tried your damn hardest to sound cold with a dash of hostility, but looking in his eyes opened that part of your heart that you tried to kill. The part of your heart that still loves him. Looking into his deep hazel eyes it brought back all the emotions you tried to suppress.

Nate took a deep breath and swallowed down all the negative thoughts that tried to sway him from confessing how he truly feels. It’s hard when you’ve grew up with an emotionally absent, extremely toxic farther, that it’s hard to express your true emotions. His farther taught him how to only express anger, that men don’t allow themselves to cry, men speak with their fists or with their dicks. Cal was so heavily blinded by toxic masculinity that he couldn’t see the effect it has on his own son, or that he simply didn’t care. The most “love” he ever received from his dad was a pat on his back after he won a football game.

“I’m sorry” he pressed his lips into a thin line, closing his eyes to contain his tears. He felt his breathing hitch, being emotionally vulnerable felt uncomfortable that every part of him was screaming at him not to continue further. But he pushed all this down for you, he loves you and he can’t picture a life where you’re not in it.

“Nate I-“

“Please let me speak, I need to say this now otherwise it will eat me alive till the day I die” Nate choked back a sob as he forced these words out of his mouth.

You looked at him with confusion, you’ve never seen Nate in your whole relationship being so vulnerable as he is right now. You nodded your head, holding your breath awaiting what he had to say.

“I’m truly sorry Y/N. I truly fucked up, I have no excuse for the way I treated you. I can see you walking out of my life and I’m scared, I love you and I’m scared that you hate me. I won’t blame you if you do, I don’t deserve you, you were always too good for me. Ever since I called the cops on my dad, I realised that I’m turning into my worst fear, I’m turning into him. I hurt you so badly and I can’t even look at myself in the mirror. My dad was a worthless piece of shit, I believed that I had to grow in his shadow, I had to be the man he wanted me to be, so I hurt those I love because I’m so used to anger that I don’t know how to express how I feel about you. But I do love you, I love the sound of your laugh, I love waking up next to you, I love how you can make this shitty world okay” Nate’s body convulsed as each sob coursed through his body.

He couldn’t hold his tears back anymore as they slid down his face, he buried his face within his hands, hiding the tears from you. He felt a small sense of humiliation about you seeing him like this, he could hear his father’s voice ringing through his ears telling him how pathetic he was for shedding a single tear. But he didn’t care as right now he could possibly lose the love of his life forever and that scared him more than any tears would.

You looked at him with concern as your heart broke to see him so fragile, his body shaking as his hands muffled the series of ‘please don’t leave me, I love you” escaping from his lips. In your whole relationship you have never seen Nate cry, to the point that you believed that he was incapable of feeling such intense sorrow. In this moment in time you saw the fragile broken side of him that never sees the light of day.

Yes he broke your heart but you still loved him, humanity in itself is never black and white, we’re all intricate human beings with flaws and scars and Nate was no exception to this. He was flawed and broken but he also made you feel like you were the most beautiful person whenever his eyes fell upon you, how he could make all of your problems slip away into thin air whenever you were wrapped in his warm embrace.

Fuck you still loved him!, you were willing to give him a second chance. Sure there’s a lot to work upon to have even an ounce of what you once had, but if Nate was serious about what he had just said he’d gladly put in the work.

“Baby” you called out to him, just as you expected he remained where he was, still trembling with his face buried within his hands.

You stepped towards him and gently peeled back his hands to reveal his tear stained face. He looked at you with his eyes filled heavy with a deep sadness. You wiped away a hot tear that fell down his cheek with your thumb, placing a kiss where the tear used to be.

“Okay, you fucked up badly. You hurt me, but I can’t help but love you. Even when my heart was breaking I still loved you. When I once drunkenly told you that I couldn’t imagine a future without you in it, I still mean every word. But baby if we’re going to work I need you to prove to me that you’d never hurt me this badly again because my heart can’t take another heart break. I want to give us another chance, but please promise me baby that you will do anything to make us work again?”

“I will I promise, I love you Y/N. Thank you, I don’t deserve you” he weakly chuckled as new tears flooded down his cheek. He gently kissed your forehead, as he pulled you into his arms, inhaling your perfume that he had missed for it was the only thing in his life that brought him any form of comfort.

“Don’t make me regret this baby” you whispered

“I would rather die than to ever make that happen” he whispered back to you, placing another tender kiss against your forehead. Smiling for the first time in days that the love of his life was finally back in his arms.

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Lexi sighed as she got Fez to rearrange the silver banner which read ‘happy engagement’ for what felt like the hundredth time.

“A little to your left Fez, it’s still off centre” she groaned, massaging the stress out of her temples.

“Look angel , no one is going to care if the banner isn’t exactly central” Fez groaned, his back is aching from arching it to place the banner exactly where his fiancé wanted it.

“Why don’t you get yourself a glass of rosé and try to relax?” He soothed, massaging her shoulders that became raised from her over thinking. He kissed the side of her cheek as he felt her shoulders release.

“I know, it’s just that I want tonight to be perfect, everyone will be here. Plus Y/N will be here who I haven’t seen in forever, sorry babe it’s just that it’s been a lot of stress for me” she pouted, chewing on the inside of her cheek from overthinking the entire party.

“I know angel, but trust me tonight is going to be great. And fuck it if it’s not for I’m finally engaged to the hottest woman I have ever met who made me the luckiest man in the entire world” Fez smiled as he turned Lexi to look at him, he lifted her head to look at him as he brought her Into a passionate kiss.

“I love you” Lexi breathed after she had to pull away from the lack of oxygen to her lungs

“I love you too”

The two lovers were interrupted by a loud knock at the door, the person behind the door was growing impatient by the second as the door was rattling against its hinges.

Lexi rolled her eyes, growing more frustrated by the person’s persistence. When she opened the door she was met by her sister wearing a skin tight baby pink dress, barely covering her ass.

“Wow Cas you look good?” Lexi stuttered upon seeing her older sister so dolled up, Lexi snickered as she joked, “dressing for anyone special?”

“Nate could be here” Cassie smirked as she soothed down the limiting fabric of her dress

“Excuse me?”

“Last thing I heard was that Y/N dated Nate in college, if by some miracle that they’re still together, I’ll show him what he’s been missing” Cassie stated, as she flipped her blonde hair over her shoulders making a beeline for the kitchen for something to drink.

Fez noticed how Cassie flounced in here without acknowledging the two hosts or why the party was arranged in the first place. He rolled his eyes as he brought his beer to his lips.

“Remind me why you invited her?”

“She’s my sister, plus she’s delusional that Nate will be here” Lexi groaned also rolling her eyes, they say that you can’t choose your family but it’s moments like this that Lexi wish that she could

Plus her sister was full of shit, there was no way that you would ever give Nate Jacobs a second chance right?

As more guest arrived they all congratulated the happy couple and wished them both a lifetime of happiness.

Rue stood in the corner listening to Kat as she told her about her newest work in progress. Rue is gladly 7 years sober from all substances, she’s done so well that she now helps out at the local clinics that once saved her life. Rue rarely dated after her relationship with Jules, needing to find her feet and especially within her sobriety. She had finally healed the relationship with her mom and younger sister.

Kat on the other hand became a successful author, writing about steamy erotic stories which soon made her the best selling author of that genre. Fans go wild over her books, claiming her to be the queen of smut. Kat finally found the confidence she thought that she lost in herself and for once was truly happy in her skin.

Ethan spent a large majority of the party catching up with Lexi as he just came back from tour. Unsurprisingly Ethan found his love of acting through being in Lexi’s iconic play. He studied at Juilliard where he became an up and coming Broadway talent, he recently came off tour with Dear Evan Hansen and was happy to be home for a few days. Though he has been avoiding Kat all throughout the party like the plague, some wounds will never heal.

Jules arrived to the party with Kat who were still good friends and kept in touch regularly. Jules became a therapist helping queer and trans kids, she became an activist for trans rights and in result gained a huge Instagram following. Jules used what she went through in the past to help those she can, believing that no one should experience the trauma she had faced alone.

Cassie stood leaning against the wall watching the door like a hawk, every few minutes readjusting her hair or applying another layer of

Gloss, determined that Nate was going to walk through that door. Lexi and Cassie’s relationship was rocky, but for the sake of the family Lexi invited her here tonight.

Lexi felt her heart drop as she checked the time on her phone, you were officially an hour late. The guilt started to eat her alive as she twirled the pretty diamond ring that laid upon her finger. She drummed her fingers against her thigh trying to relieve her anxiety that was raging through her body. Her brain went into overdrive, imagining all the ways that you probably hate her for loosing touch. She kept on staring at the wooden frame praying for it to knock at any second.

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“Okay you can choose one toy each” Nate stated at Harrison, Noah and Lilly who were sat crossed legged on the floor of their playroom with multiple toys strewn around the room.

“But daddy Rosie needs Daisy” Lilly pouted as she held up two princess dolls from the same set, she gave Nate her best puppy dog eyes and quivered her bottom lip.

It took Nate less than five seconds to cave into Lilly’s cute pouting face which made his heart melt. Nate swears that she gets it from her mother. Lilly truly was Nate’s little princess and dangerously he was wrapped around her little finger.

“Fine” Nate sighed “only two”

The three kids let out a laughter of glee as they reached for another toy.

“Are you ready to go?” You asked resting your head in the crook of Nate’s neck, wrapping your arms around him pulling him closer to you. It must be your hormones or Nate’s irresistible nature that made this pregnancy resulting in yourself to be attached to his hip, you became more clingier but Nate found that adorable. Especially when you pouted at him if he hasn’t given you enough affection, Nate wouldn’t change it for the world for he had the life he dreamt about, a beautiful wife and 3 happy healthy children with one more on the way

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Lexi felt her heart flew out of her chest when she heard a knock at the door. She squealed loudly as she passed her glass to Fez, who was looking at his fiancé with a bewildered expression from her sudden outburst. Her body shaking with delight as she practically launched herself at the door.

Maddy saw Lexi’s commotion and quickly followed suit with her face beaming over the thought of seeing you again.

“I missed you-“

The two women’s eyes grew wide as they looked at your stomach that was carrying your fourth child. Lexi cupped her hands over her mouth and squealed again in delight.

“Congratulations Y/N who’s the lucky guy?”

“My husband-“

“Oh my god! You’re married?” Maddy smiled as she wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug, but not tight enough as she was weary of your bump. Maddy was overjoyed that you are finally in a healthy relationship ever since the shit show her and Lexi had to endure in high school, the two were so used to seeing you in tears with a broken heart. It warms her heart that you look happier and you were practically glowing, pregnancy really did suit you.

Lexi shared the same feeling of elation for you but she was momentarily sad when she found out that you were married, not that she wasn’t happy for you but she wished that she could of been their to celebrate your big day with you. Well at least you can now attend hers.

3 kids came running up behind you, your twins Harrison are Noah were 7 while Lilly was 5. Lexi and Maddy waved at the three kids, gushing about how cute they were and how much they all looked like their mom. Both women were crouched down listening intently as each kid introduced their toys to them, laughing as Lexi and Maddy shook their hands and welcomed the extra guests to the party.

When Maddy looked up to you, her smiled faltered as she choked on the air overcome with shock from who just appeared and placed a kiss on your cheek. Lexi looked at Maddie eyes wide with confusion till she turn to look in the same direction, Lexi rapidly started blinking not fully processing what she’s just witnessed.

You and Nate Jacobs were still together! Not only that but you were married to him with kids.

None of the pieces were adding up in their heads, they were completely baffled by the entire encounter. Last time they saw you, you were crying over him hating him for breaking your heart. So what the hell has changed for you to look totally infatuated by him?

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After you graduated from university Nate proposed with a beautiful delicate diamond ring. Saying that you were the love of his life and the only one for him.

You both had a small private wedding reserved for only close family and friends, for you wanted your big day to be spent with those who you loved. You did wish that Lexi and Maddy could be there but you all loss contact so it was impossible to contact them.

You both moved far away from LA as possible, both wanting a fresh start and especially when Cal was allegeable for parole. Nate wanted to be far away from him as possible, especially a few months after the wedding you fell pregnant with twins. Nate wanted to live somewhere safe with his family and to be the farther he never got to your twins (and Lilly who came two years later and baby Jamie who is now on the way).

He became a football coach at the local high school and you worked in the art department. It was sweet that you both worked in the same place which meant that you could have cute lunch dates together away from your kids as much as you loved them.

Nate was a great farther he was nothing like his dad, he was kind and patient. Completely different to his former high school self, where he didn’t know how to communicate his emotions. They built up inside of him till it came out into this fiery rage that could make anyone’s blood run cold, so unused to feel love so when he felt it he felt like he needed to push them away as he believed he was unworthy of feeling such a thing.

Seeing the way he was acting was hurting you, the love of his life. Watching you nearly walk out of his life was the worst pain he had ever felt, it felt suffocating, like every part of him was breaking. That he knew he had to change, and he wanted to change if it meant that he could keep you in his life.

Yes it was hard for him to begin with but he slowly let down his guard, the one his farther installed in him to make him ‘more of a man’ even though it made him seem cold. He started to let you in, he started to communicate about his feelings rather than to wait till they reached boiling point.

Nate was a doting husband, he brought you flowers every Friday and hires a sitter just so you two can have your regular date nights. He loved you with all his heart and never missed an opportunity to show that to you. You were both finally happy. —————————————————————————-

“I can’t believe he’s changed?” Lexi exclaimed lifting her glass to her lips, still in complete shock over what she’s just heard.

“I love you Y/N but he was a dick in high school I’m having a hard time believing that he’s such a loving husband” Maddy added watching in amazement as Nate sat with his children on the floor. Laughing with them and joining in their make believe game, watching as Lilly giggled with glee as her dad gently kissed her on the cheek.

“I know if I wasn’t married to him I’d have a hard time believing that too. But I truly couldn’t ask for a better husband, the smallest things make me nauseous nowadays. So Nate now carries water, mints and ginger tea incase I need it”

“Stop it that is too cute” Maddie gasped.

Both her and Lexi shared a look, maybe they were both wrong about Nate Jacobs? Seeing you so content ,watching how good he is with the kids and how he looks at you like you are the most beautiful girl in the world (which caused Cassie to roll her eyes and huff in annoyance seeing how in love with you he was). Nate Jacobs was your perfect match.

“So Y/N I wanted to ask if you would be my maid of honour at my wedding”

“Oh my god Lexi, yes I will” you smiled as you quickly pulled her into a warm embrace.

“I need my best friend there on my big day and it wouldn’t be the same without you”

They say that the best love is fast and intense, maybe that was true to your high school self. But the true, real kind of love was consistent and giving, forever holding onto that initial spark. Now you know exactly what that love felt like as you found that in Nate.

A/N: I hope that you enjoyed this fic. I’d had to make Ethan an actor especially after his incredible performance as Nate in the play. He also gives me dear Evan Hansen vibes I don’t know why. My requests are still open and I’m currently working through all of them

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Isimpfortoomanypeople Billy Hargrove Spotify playlist

I’ve decided to share my Billy Hargrove playlist, it’s something I listen to when I write for his fics. They’re all modern songs which may not be everyone’s preference as there’s some cool 80s Billy playlists on Spotify, but as a lyrics person all these songs either remind me of him or his relationship with the reader. You can’t convince me that cigarettes and feelings wasn’t written for him. Enjoy

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Hey I got a billy Hargrove one shot a kinda sweet cute one where billy comes in from work to you and yours and his daughter watching the lion king and both of you are crying and billy finds it funny just something very sweet lol

Movie nights- Billy Hargrove x fem reader

Billy teases you for crying at the lion king

Warnings: a slight mention of his upbringing, a slight mention of the starcourt mall attack. A lot of fluff

A/N: this is such a good idea I love it. I hope that you don’t mind but I’ve made this a one shot of my fic high school sweethearts but before the reunion. I’m giving my boy the happy ending he never got. I’d say if you haven’t read high school sweethearts it might help for some context. Sorry if some parts sound overly British as I’m from the U.K. apologises for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy

Billy pulled up on the drive way of your shared house. He switched off his engine, taking a moment to prepare himself to step foot into the blazing Californian heat. Enjoying the last few blissful seconds of the ac inside of the vehicle.

Pushing up the shades that slid down the bridge of his nose from perspiration, and brushing away the blonde curls that clung to his forehead. He reached over towards the backseat to retrieve the grocery bag and the bouquet of pink roses that he carefully laid on the seat not wanting to crush the precious petals.

Ever since high school where he saw the school councillor, even though he begrudgingly dragged his ass to that office every Friday. It was definitely the hardest thing he ever had to do, and he was controlled by a monster that many believed to exist in Hollywood movies. He hated every moment of that 1 hour session , the therapist asked him about his upbringing and his family life, Billy hated vulnerability in fact he detested it. The idea that someone could see him at his weakest made him feel physically sick, but he did it all for you. He made a promise to himself when he believed his life to be draining out of the hole in his chest that the monster created , if he was going to live he was going to fix your relationship.

The therapist helped Billy to be able to communicate frequently with you, for Billy to let you in when it felt like the weight of the world was crushing his body into the ground. She suggested that you and Billy go on one date a week, not the so called dates you used to have which involved hooking up or going on drives. But actual dates which involved taking you out to the movies, taking you to benny’s ect

And to this day that is still something you and Billy make a habit of. Despite having a 3 year old daughter and being married for 4 years, Billy every Friday will bring you flowers and now will cook a meal. Because as of now you have a young child so you can’t exactly go out for the evening. But homemade meals made by the man you loved beat any restaurant dish. It’s true love does make a dish taste even more exquisite.

“Hey Princess I’m home-“

He could hear the muffled sounds of the tv coming from the living room. The silhouette of your body resting against the back of the worn out brown leather couch, with your arm wrapped against your daughter’s small frame. Billy’s heart swelled seeing you both totally engrossed in the film, he truly was the luckiest man alive. .

He leant over the back of the couch to place a gentle kiss on your cheek, his eyebrows knitted together when he felt your dampness of your cheek.

“Princess what’s wrong?”

“The movie”

“The lion king seriously?, come on princess I used to make you watch the shining on one of our first dates and your seriously crying at a kids movie” Billy teased, rolling his eyes at you.

“Hey, you haven’t experienced watching mufasa’s death that was heartbreaking”

“It’s true daddy, the lion died it was really sad” Kelly piped up, pouting at her dad for teasing her mom for crying.

“Oh no now that’s sad” Billy chuckled kissing her blonde curls. “How about I go and have a shower and when I come down we can watch another movie, and daddy can order us a pizza how does that sound?”

Kelly squealed in delight clasping her small hands together, she looked at you with cute wide puppy dog eyes.

“Please mommy can we have pizza? Please? Please?” She pleaded, her voice raising in octaves with each word, till her voice was barely audible.

You smiled “of course we can sweetie” you chuckled, gently tickling the sides of Kelly’s ribs causing her to squeal in laughter.

“Now go and get your shower daddy”

“Okay little miss bossy” Billy teased holding his arms in mock surrender from his daughter’s blunt choice of words. “She gets it from her mother”

You scoffed rolling your eyes at him, playfully smacking his arm

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“Thanks Billy” you softly smiled as he passed you a glass of Merlot. Scrunching up your face in a wide giddy smile as you felt his lips connecting to your cheek. Making your face blush as red as your wine.

Feeling the coldness of his wedding band under your chin, as he guided your face to look at his. Billy’s face was inches away, feeling the warmth of his breath fanning your face. He closed the distance between you both and sealed your lips in a soft tender kiss.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

“All the time” he quickly pecked his lips against yours.

Billy feels that he needs to kiss you all the time just to prove that you’re real, that he had found the most beautiful woman to become his wife. Billy went through his life believing him self to be unworthy to deserve love, he learned how to settle for the scraps of human decency . But when he met you his whole world changed, he felt like you were sent from heaven above, you made him believe that he could be worthy of love.

“I picked the film daddy” Kelly piped up from her spot on the carpet by the tv, with a pile of vhs tapes scattered around her. She excitedly ran to the couch with a tape in hand.

Billy chuckled as he walked around the couch to sit in the middle of you both. Popping open the tab of his beer taking a sip as Kelly thrusted the tape in his hands. Shaking her knee in anticipation watching as her dad scanned the vhs tape, awaiting his response.

“Mary Poppins?” He questioned looking at the brightly coloured cover.

“Please it’s one of my favourite films?”

“Will it make mommy cry?” He joked nudging you in the ribs with his elbow

“Haha you’re so funny”

The rest of the evening was spent watching different movies picked out by your daughter. Billy smiled as he watched you and Kelly singing along to all the songs in the films, very out of tune but that’s what added to the endearment of the situation. Watching as Kelly sat with wide eyes as she became transfixed by the movie despite this being the 5th time she’s watched the film. Watching as you sat with your head resting on the curve of his shoulder with your hand on his chest, how your wedding ring caught the light from the tv made his heart swell. As he was completely and utterly in love with you, you have both been married for 4 years and he believes that you become more beautiful as each day goes by.

Smiling softly to himself for he has finally found the love he never had.

A/N: god I love him. Should I make this a small series? Creating one shots based on high school sweethearts? Also should I release my Billy playlist that I listen to when I write for him? My requests are still open

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