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wolven91 · 25 days

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It's Cold Outside

Space isn't as cold as one expects.

Oh sure, in the shadow of something; it's freezing, but exposed to a star and no way to naturally dissipate the heat? It gets hot quickly. Having a robust method of cooling one's ship is vital, otherwise the crew would cook within hours. One's ability to cool one's systems is the deciding factor of how much a ship can do in most situations. Problem arise though when that system goes on the fritz and doesn't stop cooling.

On its own, Neil wouldn't have really had an issue. Maybe put on an extra jacket or hoodie? Sure, it was cool, but it wasn't cold. Unfortunately, Yil'ro was a ssypno and cold blooded.

She wasn't cruel, evil, or mean. She was not cold blooded in that sense, but more literally; she made very little of her own heat and without enough heat, she would slow down, become sluggish and eventually fall into a coma. The ship wasn't huge, it was enough for a grand total of eleven crew members. Yil'ro was missed when she didn't appear at breakfast.

When the human had gone to check on her in her, comparatively to her size, tiny quarters, he'd keyed the door open to find her trying desperately to warm up. Blankets covered her and several instant hot food snacks resting against her gently steaming into the air-conditioned room.

"It's... Not... not enough..." She explained haltingly. Coiling herself into a tight knot, causing the hot-pots to wobble.

Neils, unafraid of the blue Titanoboa, stepped up and placed a hand on the nearest loop of her tail in a show of care and solidarity.

"Is there anything I can do? I can bring more blankets?" The man suggested, genuinely concerned for his friend of the last three months. However, she reacted to his touch, pushing into his palm.

"By the storm snake's blessing, your hands are like a fire..." She murmured, seemingly not hearing him.

Emboldened, the man rubbed his palms together quickly and placed both back onto the coil, which surged up again and into his hands. Neil had always delighted in the deep blue scales of Yil'ro, they were so dark that without light they looked almost black. Currently they shimmered and moulded under his touch.

"Is this helping?"

"Yes!"

"Should I get everyone else?"

"It doesn't work like this with t-them. Too much fur. Feels cold."

The skin. Humans were alone in the universe with regards to how little they had to cover them. A bit of hair, here and there, but nothing even close to the full head to tail covering of pelt that most of the other races had. Skin on scale transferred heat with such efficiency, that it had been reported that humans who touched the draconians, geckins or the ssypno; felt heavenly.

Neils frowned as he tried to think of a solution, before his mind offered him one.

There was a second of debate, but all it took was to see Yil'ro's miserable face, pulled tight against her coils to make the decision for him.

The man put his weight onto the coil in front of him and vaulted it, swinging a leg up and over it. The size of a ssypno can not be understated. They regularly reached forty to forty-five feet in length with the potential to get much, much bigger. Even with his leg thrown over one of her smaller coils, his toes barely touched the floor.

"Ooh.. What-? Neil?!" Yil'ro started, apparently opening her eyes to see what had just briefly provided two legs' worth of heat across one section of her tail. "What are you... you doing?" She asked, flinching as she shivered with the cold.

"It's an old human trick, sharing body heat."

"But-"

"In life and death situations, skin on skin contact can save your life. I'm not offering, I'm instructing you-" Neil removed his top, the frigid air making his skin pebble. "-To coil me. Shut up! Just do it." Neil ordered with a firm tone, silencing Yil'ro before she could say another word.

Despite her cooled state, the speed at which a ssypno could move shocked the human as her torso appeared from the depths of her coils and embraced him with all four arms. Then, thick, muscular coils wrapped and coiled around the pair of them, sandwiching them together before the outside world was lost and all the remained was the sound of the ssypno and the human's breathing.

She was cool to the touch and Neils could feel the heat sap from him, before the air in the confined space began to warm notably.

"Oooh..." the chest Neil was pressed to rumbled. "Oh my..." Yil'ro murmured.

"I had always wondered... what it was like to hold you- I mean a human..." She corrected hastily. Neil just grinned.

"Enjoy what you like, I just want y-" Neil's words were cut off as he squeaked. One of the broad hands that were clasped down his back had twitched sidesways and given his rump a hard squeeze having him jerk forwards into her.

"You said 'enjoy'..." Yil'ro giggled, already seeming much closer to her old self. "Can we... do this every morning? It would definitely help me get moving..."

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#conservationverse #cuddleverse #human #hfy #haso #humans are space orcs #human x scalie #snake #ssypno

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mypoisonedvine · 5 months

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Neil Lewis is definitely that weird guy in high school that thinks he has a chance with the cheerleader captain. Request is noncon with Neil maybe following her into the locker rooms after practice and while she’s showering-yeah. She stayed behind to shower while everyone else went home.

OMG INCEL NICE GUY NEILLLLL OMFGGGG

warnings: NONCON SMUT (18+ only!! dark!!), misogyny kink, stalking/voyeurism, 'nice guy' rhetoric, degradation, jealousy, slapping, hair pulling, forced creampie

"I just wanted one chance," he reminded you as you tried to cover yourself with your hands.

"How the fuck did you get in here?!" you yelped, quickly turning off the water and trying to reach for your towel-- but he stepped in the way, smiling at you.

"It's just a door, anyone can walk through it," he explained with a condescending chuckle, before furrowing his brow at how you tried to shield your naked body from his gaze. "No real point in doing that, is there? I've already seen everything."

"How long were you watching me shower?" you wondered with a disgusted frown.

"A while, but that's not what I meant-- it's not the first time I've seen you naked, I mean," he clarified. When your eyes widened, he answered your next question pre-emptively. "Stacy Gawthrop's party? The guest bedroom? I saw you and your idiot boyfriend getting it on, got a little show... you guys really should lock the door before doing stuff like that."

"You weren't even invited to that party," you remembered with a scoff.

"That's what you're concerned about? I told you I watched you get railed and you're worried that I wasn't invited?" he laughed coldly. "God, you're so shallow. I can't believe I actually like a girl like you."

"Can you please just leave me alone?" you whimpered, heart racing faster as he stepped closer to you again, cornering you against the tile wall; there was a devious sparkle in his eye, something sharp about his smile as he looked down at you.

"The point is, I watched him fuck you," he went on regardless, "and I knew I could make you scream louder than he could. And now I'm here to prove it."

He shoved you back as you winced, pressing himself against you, soaking his gym clothes with the water on your skin. "Get off me!" you yelped as he tried to force a kiss-- but when you turned your face away, he smacked you hard, which only hurt more with the water on you still.

As you tried to grab your face to soothe the sting, he snatched you by the wrist tightly with one hand-- the other he brought to your chest, groping you as he hummed proudly. "You really shouldn't show these off so much," he scolded. "Guys can't help but think of... well, of doing this."

He knelt down enough to catch one in his mouth, sucking almost too hard on your nipple until you whined. "N-Neil, stop!" you gasped, sobbing a bit when his teeth grazed your delicate skin.

"Sure, baby-- tell yourself you don't want this," he purred, before tilting his head the other way and lapping happily at the other. "I know you fucking wanted me-- you just can't admit it, 'cause a girl like you with a guy like me is 'social suicide' or whatever."

"I told you to j-just leave me alone!" you panted, trying to struggle again only for him to come face to face with you-- his expression tinted with the rage you remembered from the last time you rejected him. He refused to believe that you genuinely found him creepy and irritating, and apparently maintained his delusion that you were just afraid of what would happen if your boyfriend-- or anyone else, for that matter-- found out. Even though that wasn't the primary reason, you had to admit you were very anxious about somebody walking in and seeing this.

"If you don't want me," he challenged darkly as one of his hands slipped down to cup your mound rather aggressively, "then how come you're wet?"

He dragged his fingers through your folds, far too much pressure on such a sensitive place, and your knees quivered. "S-stop, Neil, I'm serious..."

"Shut up, whore," he growled, spinning you around and slamming you against the wall again as you cried. "Just do what you do best and spread your legs, hm?"

You obviously didn't, but he kicked them apart anyway, shoving his shorts down and making you whimper as he rubbed his cock against your ass. And while you were a bit wet, for reasons you couldn't explain, you certainly weren't wet enough... not for how thick he was. But he shoved himself in anyways-- one quick, hard thrust that made you cry out from the sting of the stretch.

"Ah, fuck, that's good-- it's so good," he moaned, dropping his head on your still-damp shoulder and starting to thrust into you quickly. He had no patience at all, jackhammering into you and holding tight to your hips as he groaned deeply. "Guess that stupid boyfriend didn't stretch you out much, huh? You're still so fucking tight, baby..."

You tried to hide your face under your arm, anything to get away from him, but he grabbed your hair by your scalp and yanked it down, exposing your face and making you cry louder. "Neil, please!" you begged through your tears.

"Oh, don't talk like that," he warned, "I don't wanna finish too fast. But fuck, you look so cute trying not to show how good it feels..."

Good isn't really how you would've described it... it wasn't just painful, but it hurt-- he was too big, you weren't used to it yet, and he just seemed to go faster and faster with each passing moment. But there was a sick pleasure to it all, something about the way he reached so deep inside you... he was at least right about one thing: your boyfriend had never made you feel like this before. You weren't sure if you'd ever be able to face him after this, for more than a few reasons.

"Baby," he praised, biting down on his own lip to muffle a moan, "quit squeezing me like that, you're gonna make me come."

"D-don't," you tried to plead, as if it wasn't inevitable. Just the way he kept going, grabbing a tighter hold of your hips, moaning lowly against your ear... it was not only inevitable but imminent.

"I'm close," he warned under his breath, "fuck, look what you do to me--"

"Not inside, Neil, please," you choked, but he ignored it, moving faster and moaning louder until it all slowed down to a stop, his cock flexing with every stripe of come that painted your insides. You hung your head defeatedly, feeling sick to your stomach as the reality of what just happened began to sink in.

"Shit," he hissed, "I didn't think I'd come that fast..."

"Fuck, Neil, I-- I could get--" you started, too scared to even say it.

"Aw, don't worry baby," he cooed, kissing your cheek sweetly just before another tear fell across it, "I'll be able to go again in a second."

#dark!neil lewis x reader #neil lewis dark fic #cillian murphy dark fic #dark!cillian murphy x reader #neil lewis smut

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billys-pretty-babe · 4 months

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Last Kiss

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary: A freak accident took you away from your boyfriend, and he doesn't know what to do with himself, he's never faced a loss like this in his life.

Warning: Reader death (car accident), lots of suicide ideation (overdose, driving a car into a lake), suicide notes, swearing, Billy and reader are still in high school (entering their senior year), Billy says lots of hurtful stuff to his family (due to grief), vomit, substance abuse (drugs and alcohol), suicide (overdose), no happy ending

Word count: 3,151

A/N : Grab your tissues, this made me cry until I dry heaved. Loosely inspired by Pearl Jam's cover of Last Kiss (X) These are extremely heavy triggers please proceed with caution.

August 12, 1985

Billy laid in his room, cigarette between his lips, exhaling the smoke before doing the same thing. School was starting in three days, he was finally a senior and as soon as he would graduate in May 1986, he'd leave Hawkins with you, going back to California. He was on babysitting duty once again, Neil and Susan were who knows where, and Max was in her room with her weird friend, as he heard them giggling.

Music blared in his bedroom; he didn't even realize anyone was at the door until Max's fist banged on his door. He rolled his eyes, fixing the black shorts on his hips. He got up, putting the cigarette in an old beer can, shaking it a little before putting it in his trash can. He opened the door, "Need money for pizza?" Max shook her head, she looked odd, he noted the way her eyes were teary, Jane in the hallway, looking at Max.

"Chief of police is here, he needs to talk to you." His mind began racing. He was trying to figure out where to hide his ounce of weed. "Tell him I'm not here." Max shook her head, "You really need to talk to him." Billy sighed and nodded, leaving his room, shutting the door behind him. Max went to her bedroom, Jane following right behind her. Billy went to the front door; Jim Hopper was sitting on the railing of Billy's porch. Billy shut the front door and Jim looked up, hit hat off of his head.

"What'd I do?" Hopper shook his head and Billy raised a brow, sitting on the steps of the house and Jim joined him. "My dad and Susan?" Jim shook his head once more, clearing his throat. He reached into his back pocket, grabbing his wallet and he pulled a small clear bag out of it, handing it to Billy.

A bloody picture of you and Billy was in the bag, he looked at it, his stomach churning. He put it down, looking at the grass, trying to contain what he had eaten that day. "I don't know how you guys know each other, but that was in her car. It was a freak accident; a truck driver was falling asleep and didn't see her car." Billy grew increasingly nauseated, Jim putting the image in his head. He began to sweat, pushing his hair back.

"She's not okay, is she," he asked, choking on his words and the bile building up. Jim shook his head, "She passed a few hours ago, her parents didn't want anyone there." Billy leaned over the railing, throwing up in Susan's flowers and Jim put his hand on Billy's naked back, patting gently.

Billy spit a few times, trying to get the taste out of his mouth and he pushed his hair back again, wiping his mouth on his hand, wiping the liquid on the wooden railing. "Is your dad here?" Billy shook his head, "No, I don't know where he's at." Jim nodded. "When's her funeral?" Jim looked at Billy, "I'll come by when I find out." Billy nodded, looking at the picture again.

They were pictures from the Funfair from a photobooth, he remembers exactly how the night went. "Her mom said you were around a lot, even met them." Billy nodded, those were the first and would be the last set of parents he ever met. "Yeah, she was my girlfriend, was gonna be a year in December." Jim nodded and a static voice came through his radio, someone needing him at the station. "Take care of yourself, Billy. If you need anything, you know where to find me or ask my kid in there for our address.

Billy nodded, quietly thanking Jim and he got up, putting his hat back on his head and patted Billy's shoulder and walked to his car. Billy watched Jim leave, looking up at the sky, doing his best to contain his tears. He got up, going back into the house, Max and Jane on the couch. He handed Max money, "For your dinner," he said before going to his bedroom, slamming the door shut and he locked it.

He carefully took the strip of pictures out of the baggy, putting it on his bedside table that held a picture frame of the two of them at prom. He looked through his room, finding the black box that held a locket, his name engraved into the pretty heart locket, your guys' first picture in it. He snapped it shut, hoping you'd have an open casket service so he could put it with you.

He laid back down, letting his mind run rampant with memories of the two of you. Hours must have passed as he saw Neil's truck headlights pull into the driveway. He hoped for his sake that Max had ordered dinner and had cleaned up afterwards. He heard Neil's heavy footsteps go through the house and then he heard Max's door open as he heard her cry, most likely in search of her mother.

He heard a soft knock on his door before he heard Susan's voice, "Billy, I'm so sorry." He heard her soft footsteps leave his door and his brain finally came to terms that you were gone. He curled up, stuffing his face into his pillow as he cried, his body shaking with his cries as he struggled for air, gasping through his hiccups and sniffles.

Almost two weeks after he found out about your death, the funeral was held, Max joined him along with Susan, Neil out of town for his job. Your mom hugged him, rubbing his back and your dad hugged him, something he had never done before that day. It was an open casket and as everyone left the room, preparing to go to the cemetery, he walked to the front of room. He stood above your body, more tears falling, and he held the locket in his hand.

He felt someone's presence, someone was behind him, probably Max or Susan waiting for him since he drove them to the service. He unclipped the locket and put it around your wrist, clipping it back together. He looked down at the silver ring on his finger, something his mom gave him. At this moment, he didn't care, his mom never left a hole in his heart like this, he'd forget about his mom with time, but he'd never forget you and the mark you left on his heart.

He slid the silver ring off of his finger, holding your cold left hand as he slid it onto your ring finger, where the diamond ring he would've bought you, would sit. He looked at you, you didn't look any different than you usually did. He grabbed one of the chairs, moving it closer to your casket and he sat down.

"What am I supposed to do now," he asked, "I haven't gone to school, I think I'm going to drop out. I haven't left my house either until today, because I needed to say goodbye to you. I keep taking it out on Max and everyone else, I've never been this angry before, I think I'll always be like this. I know if you were still here, you'd tell me that you would want me to move on, but I can never do that, no one is going to treat me like you did."

He gulped, trying not to choke on his tears, "I decided to stay here so I can be close to you, I'm gonna come see you every day, just like I did when we were dating." He wiped his face with the back of his hand, "I love you, and I'm gonna love you forever, because you're doing the same for me." He moved the chair back, letting his fingers touch yours, trying not to react to the coldness of your body.

He turned around to leave the room, your mom standing in the doorway of the vast viewing room. "We have something for you." He nodded, following her out of the room, and out of the building, to the car where your dad was standing at the trunk. Billy walked over, wiping his face, his eyes burning from crying so much. Your dad opened the trunk, two boxes in it. "We kept what we wanted to, this is everything that has you two in it, your clothes that she took from you, and other stuff we thought that you would like to have." He nodded, thanking your dad and your mom hugged him again.

"You're still family and welcome to our house whenever, Billy." He nodded and thanked her, and your dad helped Billy take one of the boxes to the Camaro and Billy opened the trunk as your dad put the box into the trunk and Billy shut it, placing the other box in the backseat beside Max. Her hand went to reach out, "No, that's not for you. Keep your damn hands to yourself." He moved the driver's seat back to its regular position as he started the car.

He looked in the mirror, sighing as he saw Max looking out of the window, "Look, I'm sorry, alright? I shouldn't have snapped at you." She shrugged, "It's fine, I get it. That's her stuff." He nodded and he followed the black hearse to the cemetery. They all arrived, and he fixed his black dress shirt, throwing a blazer on and Max and Susan got out of the car. Billy met up with your dad, your brother that was a few years older than you, and other family members that he never got to meet.

Billy didn't want to be a Pallbearer, but your dad had asked him, and he couldn't say no to him. The six of them talked as the funeral director opened the back of the hearse. "Okay, so Billy and I will be in the middle since we're going by height." Everyone nodded at what your dad said.

Your dad introduced Billy to your uncle, grandfather and cousin and he shook their hands. Your grandfather and uncle grabbed the back of the casket as Billy and your father grabbed the handles on the middle and your brother and cousin grabbed the front handles. Your casket moved to everyone's shoulders, their other hands grabbing onto the handles as they all began walking to your grave site.

Susan held Max's shoulders as Max wiped under her eyes. They all put your casket on the contraption and took their seats, Billy sitting with your parents, Max and Susan on the other side of your mom. The funeral director began speaking before your dad got up and gave a speech. Your mom gave a speech as well, along with your brother and Billy stood up as your brother left the podium, your brother putting his hand out and Billy clapped his hand to his, leaning in and their shoulders touched, and your brother sat back down.

Billy grabbed the crinkled, tear-stained notebook paper out of the pocket of his blazer. He pushed his hair back, clearing his throat. "I'm Billy, I'm," he cut himself off, "was her boyfriend." He couldn't bring himself to say your name. "I had a whole speech prepared, but nothing I say will ever amount to how much I truly love her, how she made me feel during tough moments. We met on my first day at Hawkins High, I asked her to be my girlfriend in December and I met her family in January. I had never had a girlfriend before her, she made me feel like everything was okay during family problems, like nothing could hurt me. She was always so happy to see me, there was never a dull moment with her. She was the first person to tell me that they loved me and actually mean it. We did everything together; we were glued at the hip. We would have graduated together in May 1986 and then we were going to move to California and start our new life there, get married and have kids later on in life."

He wiped his face with his index finger, looking at your casket. "The Funfair was one of our last dates, she hated heights, but I was somehow able to convince her to go on the Ferris Wheel with me. She freaked out the first two minutes were on it." Your brother laughed with your dad and Billy chuckled at the memory, "We used to go on late night drives to the diner on the outskirts of town, we'd go to the lake just to go sit on the dock and look at the stars." He looked at your casket one more time, this last sentence for you and you only, "I love you more than I can ever say, I just wish I got to tell you one more time." He cleared his throat, a single tear slipping from his right eye, onto his paper.

He thanked the crowd and sat back down at his seat and your dad put his hand on Billy's shoulder. Everyone watched your casket get lowered into the dirt before someone began covering it with dirt, your headstone showing to everyone the more the dirt pile shrunk. People began leaving, your brother and Billy talking behind a tree as they smoked cigarettes. "You're still my brother, even though she's not here anymore. You need anything at all, you know where to find me." Billy nodded, thanking him.

"Is it hard for you?" Your brother nodded, "Very, I moved out because I couldn't sleep next to her room anymore knowing that she wasn't in there." Billy nodded. "How's school?" Billy hummed, "I don't go, haven't left my house since Jim Hopper came to my house to tell me that she passed." Your brother hummed, nodding in understanding. They finished the conversation and Billy saw Max and Susan at the car, ready to leave. He sighed, not ready. "I can take them back to your house, I know where it's at. Cherry Lane, right?" Billy nodded, thanking him and your brother walked to the girls, and they got into his car.

Soon, Billy was the last one left, and he was to your headstone, sitting right beside it, the dirt still too soft on top of your casket. He took a deep breath, "This is fucked up, I was supposed to go first from natural causes." He put his hand on top of the headstone, rubbing a ridge just like how he used to rub your skin. "I wonder how much these plots are, might as well put my down payment for the one right next to you," he chuckled before sighing.

Many weeks passed and not a day went by where he wasn't high or drunk. He was able to get ketamine, weed, and some type of pills. He was hoping that something would be laced with something that would kill him. He was mean now, to everyone he knew. Max did her best to breakthrough to him, but she ticked him off weeks ago when she said she understood the feeling and he freaked out, leaving his house and ending right back at your burial sight. She didn't understand, no one in his family knew how he felt.

He had gone through loss before, his mom leaving, his grandparents passing away, but nothing fucked him up like your death did. Now, he sat in his bed, weed in his system as he wrote notes, sealing them in envelopes as he wrote names on the front of the envelopes. He wrote one for his entire family, your brother and parents, and one for you. He had dreamt about his death, sometimes when he drove by Lover's Lake, he wondered if he'd be able to crash his car into the water, but determined he was too good of a swimmer to go through with it.

He knew that his drug supplier wouldn't give him anything laced, so it was in his hands. He finished his notes, coming to terms that he wanted to die. He left his bed, putting clothes on and making sure he had his wallet, making sure his driver's license was in it. He made his bed one last time, quietly making his way to Neil's bedroom as he found the high strength pain meds from a past surgery, he hoped they would still work.

He walked back down the hallway, shutting his bedroom door, walking past Max's bedroom, sliding the envelope under her door, leaving Neil and Susan's envelopes on the coffee table in the living room. He grabbed the keys to his Camaro, driving to your parent's house, putting their envelopes in the mailbox before he made his way to your brother's apartment complex, talking to the person at the front desk as they slid it into his mailbox.

Billy made his way back to his car, making his last stop at your grave, wedging your envelope between the vase and the headstone. He rubbed the top of the headstone before going back to his car. He looked at the plot right next to you, hoping that Neil would respect his last wish to be buried right next to you.

Billy made his way to Lover's Lake, the last place the two of you spent time at. He looked at the pill bottle, popping the top and started off with four pills, swallowing them with water from a bottle that had stayed in his car for days. He took more, and more until the bottle was empty.

1 AM

Max walked into her bedroom, seeing the white envelope on her floor and she picked it up before she heard the front door open, hearing Neil speak to someone before the door shut and she heard Neil scream like he was in pain. She tore her envelope open, and her eyes welled up at the opening words.

"I'm sorry for everything I put you through."

She felt sick to her stomach, clutching it as she read the letter as she heard her own mother cry, Neil's cries were the loudest. Someone knocked on her door before it opened, Susan standing in the doorway before she walked into the room and wrapped her daughter into a tight hug. Max sobbed into Susan's neck and Susan tightened her hold on Max's body, swaying them. "He was in pain, baby, he felt like he had no other option." Max cried harder, wishing she had tried harder to help him.

That night, two families were broken, your family dealing with two losses and Billy's family having to come to terms with his death, Max taking it the absolute hardest, because maybe just maybe, they could have been best friends and do what normal siblings do.

#billy hargrove fanfiction #stranger things billy #william hargrove #billy hargrove x f!reader #billy hargrove x female reader #billy stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove angst

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lucyswinter · 2 months

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request!!! the nightmare trope with cilly. reader wakes up scared in the middle of the night and he comforts her 💖

pairing: cillian murphy x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none! <3

(a/n): thank you so much for the request ml!!!! alsooo new divider!! creds to @/saradika-graphics 💗💗 this was not proofread, but ava got a sneak peak and liked it so lmk if there’s any grammatical errors lol

You let out a sharp breath as you jolt up into a sitting position, dry sobs echoing the walls of your bedroom as you cross your arms and grip the opposite forearm for support. You don’t even notice that you’ve woken Cillian until he made himself known.

“Lovey? What is it?” he asked you worriedly, eyes wide, slowly sitting up and leaning on his arm so that he could see you properly.

“I-I…” you manage to pant out, eyes watering.

“Love, you need to use your words. What’s wrong?” He puts a hand to your cheek and softly strokes your face with his thumb in a comforting rhythm. He always knew exactly what to do to calm you down, even when you didn’t.

“I had um.” You pause to take a nervous gulp, eyes now overflowing enough for a few tears to race down your cheeks, some pooling up around Cillian’s thumb. “I had a nightmare…” a sob punctuates your sentence, prompting Cillian to furrow his brow with worry.

“Ohhh my poor sweet girl” he laughs, his hand moving down to rub your shoulder and pull your head against his chest. “I’m so sorry”

You try to lift your head from his chest. “Cill i’m going to get your shirt all wet with tears” you sniffle, another sob of guilt coming on.

“Shh it’s alright love. I can change later. This is about you right now. I’ll be fine.” He pulls you back on his chest and continues rubbing your shoulders. “Now, would you like to talk about what happened, or no? I won’t pressure you, but I’m here if you need me baby.”

You let out a few more soft sobs before wiping your cheeks and lifting your head to look at him. A sense of relief washes over you as soon as you meet his bright blue gaze.

“I just…I was being chased by this monster and he chased me into this house, and when I got into one of the rooms I-“ you’re cut off by a slightly more violent sob, the tears returning your cheeks, your eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to make them stop.

“Shhh take your time, sweet girl. Poor baby.” His lips connect with yours, and linger for a few seconds before he pulls back to give you his attention.

You take a deep breath out and continue to explain to him what happened. “And when I got into this room you were there but…but you were dead” you wail, the tears streaming down your cheeks like a waterfall.

“Oh my sweet caring girl. I’m so sorry you had to think about that. Ohhh poor girl.” He wiped tears from your now puffy eyes to reveal red cheeks. “But I’m here. And I’m not dead, lovey. You don’t need to worry about that.” He places a kiss on your cheek, and begins to rub your shoulders again. “I must say, angel, that sounds an awful lot like the movie we watched tonight…I don’t mean to jump to conclusions, but is there a possibility you got a bit frightened by the movie and that’s why you had this nightmare?”

You nod, ashamed to admit that a silly movie scared you.

He let out a soft chuckle, more pitiful than condescending. “Well why don’t we go back to sleep, baby.”

You lie down on your side and snuggle up closer to him so that his chin is above your head. He puts his arms around you and gentle rubs his thumb against your back, causing a tingly sensation to spread through your body in waves, lulling you closer to sleep. Your eyes flutter, and eventually close. You let out a soft sigh, and he leans his lips close to your ear, tickling the sensetive skin with his warm breath.

“No more scary movies for you, sweet angel. I hate seein’ you all scared.” He whispered. “Sleep now, love. Dream sweet things”. He planted a soft kiss on your forehead as you slowly drifted into a peaceful slumber.

(a/n): ty for reading!! next up is a neil lewis oneshot and a hotch oneshot!! <33

#cillian murphy x f!reader #cillian murphy x y/n #cillian murphy x you #cillian murphy fanfic #cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x fem!reader #cillian x reader #cillian x y/n #cillian fic #cillian fluff #cillian fanfic #lucywrites<3

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dvrcos · 1 month

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Imagine Neil and Aaron’s schedules lining up and they end up having to take a math course together. It’s a required class for both of their degrees so there’s no getting out of it.

Neil running late to the first day of class and when he walks in the ONLY open seats are the ones on either side of Aaron (trust the PSU students to go nowhere near a Fox). And Neil’s like ‘you’ve got to be kidding me’ but he has no choice so he throws himself down in the seat next to Aaron.

And Aaron just audibly says “Oh what the fuck”. He was actually kind of excited for this class but now that fuck face over here has shown up he debates switching degrees to whatever gets him as far from Neil as possible. But they both suffer through the first class and don’t say a word to each other.

The semester continues on and they continue to have to sit next to each other. Unassigned assigned seats have been set in place, they’re stuck next to each other and they both hate it.

Aarons pissed because why Neil is good at math like better than anyone he’s ever met and it kinda destroys part of this image Aaron’s constructed in his head to justify hating Neil. But Aaron’s a nerd, he can’t help but be slightly impressed by someone’s intelligence.

Neil’s image of Aaron also starts to crumble. He’s never seen or been around Aaron outside of the court or being around the foxes. He’s seeing Aaron in his element, the reason he’s at college. And Aaron’s also good at math which is a shock for Neil.

They, unconsciously, turn it into a competition (because of course they do they’re both competitive as hell). The prof tells them to solve an equation and they’re like racing to see who gets it done first. Homework gets assigned and they rush to do it, whoever gets it done first purposely goes to the others room just to slam it onto the others desk all smug.

The image they have of the other starts to shift. They’re seeing each other for the first time outside of Neil’s obsession and the thing Aaron puts up with to get himself through school debt free. They’re seeing each other away from Andrew and the rest of the Foxes. And they form this weird kind of academic rivals friendship that neither of them address but are both okay with.

They even start to talk in a civil way outside of class, albeit it’s only ever about class. It’s probably a shock to the other Foxes because what do you mean these two are willingly interacting with each other in a semi non-hostile way (they’re still arguing but it’s not vicious and it’s more of just them trying to one up each other) ((and gossiping about the prof and other students bc they’re also judgmental as hell))

Idk just them seeing each other in a whole new light and unconsciously connecting in the ways they’re similar (gossip, competition and math). They’re far from what you could call friends but it’s a vast improvement from blindly hating each other.

#me rambling about the Neil and Aaron dynamic #none of you can stop me #they take up an unhealthy amount of space in my brain and I love them #academic rivals but only when it comes to math #aftg #all for the game #aaron minyard #neil josten

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lovesickonmybed · 1 month

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crazy fuckin' phenomenon | 18+

masterlist | info about palestine | donate to gaza

pairing | dbf!joel miller x reader

synopsis | after your dad abandons joel to watch instagram reels in the bathroom, an argument over the remote ends in a new discovery

warnings | excessive use of bigfoot as a plot device, dbf!joel, explicit sexual content, smut, age gap (20s/late 30s), play fighting with sexual tension, wedgies, humiliation, degradation, kink discovery, semi brat tamer!joel, almost getting caught, blue balls

word count | 2030

a/n | this was co-written with one of my favorite people ever but they wish to remain anonymous! this was so so so fun to work on and i think it really shows. i urge you to not buy any of the last of us games, including the remaster as the creator, neil druckmann is a zionist. the second game is based off of the israeli occupation in palestine and you can learn more about that here.

“Joel I swear to fucking god if I have to watch one more episode of Finding Bigfoot, I’m clawing my eyes out.”

There’s only so much bickering between Matt Moneymaker and Ranae Holland that you can take, and apparently, you’ve found your limit. Approximately five minutes. Joel had come over to hang out with your father, they had planned to watch some war movie because they’re fucking old, but, in typical dad fashion, your father had gotten up halfway through to use the bathroom. After 30 minutes, Joel couldn’t wait anymore and switched the TV to Animal Planet so he could watch Finding Bigfoot reruns. That was two hours ago, and you’ve now spent an hour on the couch with Joel, pleading for him to change it. Of course, your TV decides to stop working the one time your dad actually wants to use the living room TV. So, yeah, you can be a little bit of a drama queen.

“If you can drag your old man off ‘a the shitter, we can go back to watchin’ Come and See. Three fuckin’ hours, startin’ to think he pulled an Elvis.”

“Seriously, Joel,” you bellyache, slumping back into the couch. “Dunno why they’re looking for Bigfoot when he’s clearly right fucking here.” You shoot him a glare from across the couch.

“Uh huh,” Joel drones, either not listening or either not giving a fuck while he watches one of the camouflaged hosts do a shitty imitation of a sasquatch mating call.

Well, since he’s distracted…

With the stealth of a super spy, you lunge over Joel’s lap towards the side table, reaching past discarded beer bottles and hunting magazines for the hijacked remote. You snatch it right up, victorious for a few seconds at most.

“Now what in the hell do you think you’re doin’? Gonna put on fuckin’ Euphoria or something?” You don’t have time to come up with a witty response before you’re pinned down to the couch cushions. Joel’s hulking form hangs over you, shoulders broad and his hair messy as he gives you a smug look. Cursing the cavewoman part of you that gets butterflies in your stomach from how easily he overpowers you, you writhe underneath him.

“Joel what the fuck? Get off me you old fuck!” You groan, grunting in frustration as you try to maneuver Joel off of you. You’re weak as shit but you remember something from the self defense class you took in high school. You knee Joel in the chest, causing him to fall back, giving you a chance to roll off the couch and onto your knees. You look back as he coughs and gasps, trying to catch his breath.

“Oh you little shit!” Joel groans, getting off the couch and looming over you like a killer in a slasher fic. He smirks down at you, tilting his head to the side like Micheal Myers.

You feel your heart start to race and your cunt start to pulse. You turn back and start to crawl away but Joel leans down and grabs your ankle, pulling you back to him. You definitely feel like you’re in a slasher film now.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re not gettin’ away that easily…needa stop acting like such a little brat. Your daddy was never that good at discipline.”

You don’t know what you’re expecting. But Joel’s warm hands sneaking down the waistband of your denim cutoffs is not it. You cry out as his fingers loop around your purple thong, drawing it midway up your back. Pain sears up your ass, and much more dangerous, pleasure tingles in your cunt when the front of your thong slips between your folds. Kicking your legs, you smack your palm into the carpet underneath you. “Joel!” you gasp out in surprise.

Maddeningly, Joel chuckles at your struggle underneath him. He shifts to straddle your upper thighs, weighing you down even more. “What, ain’t ever had a wedgie before?” Another sharp tug makes your head drop to the floor. You fight not to give into your body’s base desire to arch your back. “With how often you run your mouth, I’m surprised your friends never ran you up the flagpole in the schoolyard.”

You scrunch your fingers in the fiber of the carpet, trying to anchor yourself to anything other than the searing pain in your ass and cunt. It doesn’t work. You can’t focus on anything but this cruel and unusual punishment. Your dad’s best friend, wedgieing you into obedience.

Somehow, he pulls even harder. All of that contracting work isn’t for nothing. You’re silently moaning now, mouth open and your forehead dipped to the floor, desperate pants flying in and out of your mouth. “Hmmm,” he hums. “Wonder if I could get these over your head. Bet you’d have an easier time watchin’ my show with that.”

“Please,” you rasp. Your brain wants you to beg for him to let you go. Your cunt wants you to beg for him to be meaner. To go all the way and snap them over your head, leaving you ass up and face down, split in half for his enjoyment. You short circuit before you can get any further into the plea, because he’s pulling your panties even higher in brutal bursts.

“Begging ain’t gonna help, honey. You’ve made your bed, now lie in it.”

The waistband gets halfway up your neck before Joel gives up. The tension in your body lessons as you melt into the floor. “You ain’t off the hook yet, missy,” Joel says, smirk evident in his voice.

He guides your arms through the leg holes of your panties, and you moan helplessly as he snaps them over your shoulders, leaving you in the equivalent of a wedgie bodysuit. You feel like you’re being split in half.

You can’t help it. You roll your hips, grinding into your panties and the floor. The pressure is everywhere and it’s perfect. Perfect against your burning asshole, your leaking cunt, and your throbbing clit. Every movement also propels you up against Joel, something you can’t even bring yourself to remember right now. You’re wet – unbelievably fucking wet. “What the hell are you doing to me?” you whine, still humping the floor as heat blossoms in your core.

Joel stiffens above you. “Are you…” He clears his throat, a rough noise. “Are you fuckin’ into this?”

The question alone makes you whimper.

Every rock of your hips has the wedgie slicing deeper, pulling you apart piece by piece from your most sensitive place. You arch your back properly, that way every time you go up, you can feel Joel’s bulge against your rear. Joel’s quickly hardening bulge as he watches you lose all of your dignity while humping the floor with your panties rammed up your ass.

“Shut the fuck up, Joel! I’m not into this…I just-” He cuts you off by flicking the string of your thong. Tellingly, you moan out.

“Just what? Just get off on getting split in half by your fuckin’ panties?”

You try to speak but he shoves you forward, pressing your face against the carpet and pinning you down, “Just shut your mouth, don’t want your daddy findin’ ya like this do ya? God, just imagine what he’d say…. Seein’ his precious ‘lil girl gettin’ all wet from a well-deserved wedgie up these plump fuckin’ cheeks.” His hand glides down between your ass cheeks and slaps against your denim-covered bottom. You jolt, moaning where he’s pressing your face into the carpet. You’ll be surprised if your drool isn’t soaking it.

“Joooooel,” you pout, still fighting underneath him. You kick your feet, and they barely graze the small of Joel’s back, a sort of flexibility you can’t afford very much of right now. “Can’t… can’t take much more. Hurts.”

“I’ll tell you what you can take, you little brat. You’re lucky you’re not hangin’ up by these,” Joel grabs the waistband of your light wash denim shorts, using it to lift you up off the floor while you grasp at the carpet in a poor attempt to stay on the ground.

It doesn’t work. Joel hauls you up, grabbing the front and back of your wedgie. You can’t stop yourself from moaning again, dimly away that your dad is still in the bathroom and still could walk out at any given time. You hope Joel’s good ear can hear if the toilet flushes, because you can’t hear a damn thing over your own pulse rocketing in your ears.

He yanks the back of your thong, and then the front, effectively flossing your ass crack and cunt. Your hands fly down to your thighs, but it’s not like you can do anything, because the next thing Joel does is lift you fully off the ground. You cry out, hastily clamping a hand over your mouth, and decide three things back to back to back.

One – fuck Joel Miller.

Two – fuck Joel Miller.

Three – you might actually really like this.

The third one you realize when you look down to see your arousal seeping through the denim. The humiliation stings on your cheeks with a sort of heat you’ve never felt in your life. He bounces you in the damn thing, pulling you up and down with a strength you’d never fathomed he could have.

You can’t stop yourself from grinding down when he brings you up, pulling your panties even deeper into your ass and cunt. You whine and grab at Joel’s forearm for purchase, nearly fucking yourself against the thin fabric that’s cutting you in half. Joel’s satisfaction at it all, the way you can feel him getting sadistically hard behind you from your cocktail of pain and pleasure, is what truly makes it for you. You buck against your panties even harder, letting out a truly ragged moan when it brushes your clit just right.

“You’re taking this so good, ain’t even cryin’ or nothin’. Should I hang you up? Get your eyes just as wet as your cunt? Could you even take it, or are you gonna cream your pretty little panties before I even get you on a hook?”

The answer is yes – you are going to cream your panties before he gets you on a hook.

Your orgasm rips through you violently, lighting you on fire as you hang in suspension and just take it. Ass burning and your cunt dripping like Niagara Falls, you clench and grind on your panties as desperately as you can to prolong your orgasm. Your eyes water, heart beating out of control. Joel’s hand cups your mound, heel rubbing against where your clit pulses. You’re still tremoring by the time you come down. Everything feels like it’s in technicolor, easily marking the most powerful orgasm of your life.

You realize Joel has deposited you back on the ground. It’s a miracle you’re even standing at all with how limp-boned you are. Chest rising and falling, you stumble back around to face Joel, whose cock is straining against his jeans. You’re about to put him out of his misery, not even taking the time to pick your wedgie as your hand flies towards his belt when you hear it –

Wooooooooshgluglgulglug.

You take your wedgie out like you’re racing to get rid of a ticking time bomb, frantically yanking it down your shoulders and tucking the strings into your waistband. Still burning up from your orgasm, blatantly freshly fucked, you give Joel a half-apologetic look (he had given you a hellish wedgie, after all) and scamper upstairs.

You barely acknowledge your dad as you brush past him. “Hey sweetie, goin’ back up?”

“Mhm,” you get out, almost tripping up the stairs.

“Hm, wonder what’s wrong with her,” you hear your dad reflect to Joel.

“No idea,” Joel says.

You’re about to close your door when you hear more commentary from downstairs. Your dad’s voice. “Woah there, man. Got a thing for bigfoot?”

Your eyebrows shoot to your goddamn hairline as your heartbeat spikes and your brain fills in the gaps.

“Fear boners, crazy fuckin’ phenomenon,” Joel says, just as casual as ever. Yeah. Crazy fucking phenomenon is right.

#joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller/reader #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fic

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otdiaftg · 7 months

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The Foxes score.

Riko almost made it past Matt for a shot on goal, but Matt twisted in an impossible move and used his body like a battering ram. They collided with such a loud crash Neil cringed in sympathy pain. He forgot about them a second later when he saw what Andrew was doing. It wasn't against the rules for goalkeepers to leave their goals, but it was extremely ill-advised considering how big their goals were and how fast a ball could move. A goalkeeper only risked it in extreme cases. Apparently tonight was one of those nights, because Andrew was moving before Matt and Riko even hit the ground. Aaron, the other striker, and both dealers were all racing for the ball, but Andrew was closer and faster. A goalkeeper's racquet was flat, meant to deflect a ball rather than catch it, so Andrew couldn't scoop the ball up. He knew how to redirect it, though, and gave the ball a short, fierce swat. It hit the ground first, the wall second, and rebounded high. Andrew cleared it all the way up the court to his strikers with a hard swing. Neil only needed a second to realize Andrew was sending it to him, and his heart beat with savage triumph. Jean and Johnson had pushed Kevin and Neil all the way to half-court. With that much open space Neil could outrun anyone. It didn't matter that he started with Johnson right at his back or that Johnson was better than he was. Neil had plenty of room to run and he was the fastest player in the game. He was two steps ahead of Johnson before he passed the far-fourth line and he'd widened the gap to six by the time he caught the ball. He spared one second to look for Kevin and one more to calculate his throw. On his tenth step he fired the ball at the away goal wall. All those long nights learning Raven drills from Kevin had to pay off here. The perfect rebound wasn't just about getting the ball to the right racquet; it was getting there at the right angle so Kevin wouldn't have to aim. Kevin just had to bring his racquet back on the catch and fire straightaway. It was the same trick the Raven strikers had been pulling all night, but the Ravens weren't ready to see it from Kevin and Neil. Jean and the goalkeeper thought they had more time to react, but Kevin wasn't waiting. The Raven goal lit up red when Kevin slammed the ball against it.

Day: Friday, October 13th Time: 8:03 PM EST

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riouri · 2 years

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- - - weakling. - - -

who: billy hargrove x female reader summary: when billy tried to sneak into y/n's house through her window, she notices that something is off about him. and when he tries going to bed with his jacket still on, she confronts him about it and learns what's going on request: prompt #28 "Why didn't you tell me you're hurt?"- billy hargrove x female reader word count: 1,755 warnings: [SFW] mentions of abuse, neil, fresh wounds, blood, bruises -lmk if I missed something note from riouri: requests are open! check out my pinned post for more information and request prompts!

"Make sure that your sister is asleep before 8, call the Harringtons if you need anything, if the house is on fire- get your sister out first, don't drive anywhere, you can have friends over but don't make a mess of the house, and- Chris, is there anything I'm forgetting?" My mom looked over her shoulder at my dad, eyes wide with anxiety.

"Nope. Call us if you need us, we'll be back in a week. And the Harringtons will check on the house, so, no partying around. Now, if you don't mind us, your mother and I have a vacation to get to." Dad removed his arm from around Mom to hug me and I squeezed him back. As I kissed my mom on the cheek, I glance out of the side of my eye to look for my 8-year-old sister, Jenna. She was sitting on the couch, watching something on the TV. I could tell she was purposely not joining me to say bye to our parents but it wasn't until I walked over to Jenna that I realized why.

Jenna had glassy eyes and her mouth was curved down. She mumbled something that I couldn't quite understand, but it sounded like she was complaining about our parents leaving. I offered her my hand and she took it, gripping it tightly as we walked to the front door, just in time to see our father shut the car trunk. "C'mon Jen, say bye," I raised my hand that was interlocked with hers and waved it around until she finally waved goodbye to our parents as they drove off.

"Come, let's have some dessert to cheer you up." I closed the front door and picked Jenna up by the waist. She giggled in protest but didn't complain as I set her down at the kitchen counter.

The rest of the night was spent with me comforting Jenna as she asked me every possible question about our parent's vacation. She finally fell asleep at 7:30, and as I tucked her into bed I heard a loud rustling noise outside. I quickly backed out of my little sister's room and ran to mine, which was thankfully, just down the hall. When looked out of my window, I didn't see anyone, but I could still hear the rustling noise. Where was that damn sound coming from? I gathered my thoughts and looked towards the tree that led to my window, and there he was- Billy Hargrove, my boyfriend.

I didn't open the window, I wanted to see what he was making all such a fuss about. From what I could tell, he tried to get onto the tree but wasn't able to. I wanted to leave him there, to let him get into the house by himself, which I normally would have done, but it felt wrong to do so tonight.

I slid open the window, and in as loud a whisper as possible, I spoke, "Billy? Billy! What are you doing on the ground?" He looked up and immediately stood and brushed off his pants. "Nothin'. How are you, baby?" I rolled my eyes. "Billy- just meet me at the front door." And with that, I shut the window, leaving him in his confusion. Finally, he walked around the house as I raced down the stairs to open the door.

"Hello there." He smirked and walked past me, looking around. "Your folks aren't home?" I locked the door and headed toward the stairs. "Nope, but my sister is, so keep it down- would you?" He followed me to my room and shut it behind him as I sat on the edge of my bed. "So, why are you here?" He raised an eyebrow as he sat next to me.

"Well, you told me you wouldn't be able to come over since your parents were home. So... what happened?" His face went pale and his eyes opened wide for a split second before he chuckled. "What? I can't just visit my beautiful girlfriend whenever I please?" I smiled. "Well, I do enjoy you visiting, but I have had a very tiring evening, so unless you're fine with laying down, it's back home for you, baby." He looked me over, and I noticed how he was sitting so stiffly and shaking just the tiniest bit. I looked into his eyes, still fixated on me, and watched as they met mine. "Yeah, okay."

Billy started to take his shoes off as I walked to my closet to change into pajamas. When I came out of the closet, Billy had already turned off the lights and was lying in bed. I pulled the covers back so I could get beneath them when I saw that Billy was still wearing his jacket and jeans. "Billy?" "Yeah, sweetheart?" "Why are you still fully dressed?" "What?" I reached over and clicked on my bedside lamp. "I asked why you still have your jeans and your jacket on." He looked down at his outfit, and then glanced up at me. "Because, uh- I felt like keeping them on," He was fidgeting, his hands twitching ever so slightly. "Tell me the real reason, Billy." He locked eyes with me. "That is the real reason. Now, time for bed." Billy sat up and stretched over me, letting out the tiniest groan before clicking off my lamp and pulling the covers over us both.

I moved over under the covers, so I could rest my head on Billy's chest, like I normally did. But when I did so, he made a yelp that immediately made me sit up. "What's wrong?" Billy's only response was to clutch his torso and hiss in pain. I put two and two together to realize he was hurt, and he tried to hide it. He probably hurt himself trying to get up the tree. I flicked on the light and I grabbed his forearms and moved them to be able to get to his chest. He fought me by tensing up, but I pushed his arms away harder. I looked over and he still had his eyes shut. I unbuttoned his jacket as quick as I could, my fingers shaking. I pushed the fabric aside as I pulled up Billy's white undershirt, that I noticed had some red stains, and gasped.

He had so many bruises- all the size of a fist, and a couple cuts that were fresh since they were still red and bleeding. Billy's chest began to rise and fall faster and I looked up to see what could only be described as "fear" on Billy's face. "Why-wha- Why didn't you tell me that you were hurt?" Billy's chest pumped faster as he looked at the ceiling.

He mumbled something and quickly glanced down at me before looking up again. "I didn't catch that." He shifted backwards, so he could sit up a bit against my pillows. "Because I didn't want you to think that I'm weak." He whispered, almost too quiet for me to hear.

I sat up even straighter. "Billy... No- Billy, never." He looked away and I could see that his eyes were becoming glassy. "Billy, look at me. Look at me, Billy." He stared at me and bit his lip. "Billy Hargrove, you are anything but weak. You are strong physically and mentally, and nothing, I repeat, nothing, will ever change that." He nodded and made a sound that sounded like he was holding back tears.

"Now, can you please tell me what happened?" Billy sat up straighter, wincing as he did so. "My dad- he hits me. He's done it for a long time, but uh, today he pushed me onto a table and something broke- and it was glass- and it cut me- and then he left me- and so I-" I reached for his hand, and moved my thumb over its backside in small circles. "Take a breather. You don't have to spit it all out." He took in a deep, shaky breath.

"So I uh- dropped Max off at her friends house, and came here. And I already got the glass out, so it's not that big of a deal." I nodded, and climbed off the bed. "I'm going to go get a first aid kit. I'll be right back. Could you maybe get your shirt and jacket off?" He smirked at me. "Oooh, what do you have planned for us tonight?" I rolled my eyes and laughed. "I don't know what you were worrying about, Billy. You're over here cracking jokes." He chuckled as I left the room.

I stepped into the bathroom, looking for the kit. After a minute of looking, I found it, and brought it back to my room, where Billy was waiting. Shirtless. Ugh, right now is not the time for these thoughts, y/n. I immediately began to work on patching up Billy's chest and stomach. There wasn't much I could do for the bruising on his torso since I was out of bruise healing lotion, so I made a mental note to go get more as I rubbed some numbing ointment on Billy's chest.

As I cleaned him up, I could feel Billy's eyes staring at me. So when I finished and looked up, I wasn't surprised when we made eye contact. I could still feel Billy's eyes on me as I put the first aid kit on the nightstand and turned off the lamp.

I was about to lay down when I felt Billy's arm snake around my waist and pull me back. He turned me around and we both sat in front of each other. Then, Billy moved forward and wrapped his arms around me. I hugged him back, careful not to squeeze too tight, for fear of hurting him. When Billy pulled away, he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. His lips were soft, yet there was a roughness to them, but I could tell the kiss wasn't meant to escalate things. It was just a kiss.

God, I love this man

When Billy pulled his lips from mine, he planted a kiss on my forehead and nudged me so I'd be lying down. He grabbed the covers and threw them over us and then cuddled into my back side. After a while, once I thought he was asleep, I whispered, "I love you, Billy".

I didn't think he heard me, but as I yawned and shut my eyes, I heard his response: "I love you too, baby"

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constantcrisis19 · 2 years

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All Of Me

Billy Hargrove x GN S/O

Word Count: 1,496

Warning: Angst and implied child abuse

You hadn’t seen Billy at school all day and you were starting to get worried.

You had asked around, but no one could give you a clear answer as to where he was, so you spent the entire 8 hours that you were obligated to be in school an anxious wreck.

Your leg bounced under the desk as you stared at the clock on the wall, as if your gaze alone could force the slow tick of the minute hand to speed up. So, the second that the final bell rang -signaling the end of class- you were out of your seat and racing through the halls in order to get to your car.

You carelessly tossed your bag into the back before slamming the door and climbing in behind the wheel, roaring out of the student parking lot just as the main crowd of high schoolers began to flood out of the building.

You stopped at all your usual spots first, checking off Lovers Lake, the quarry, the junkyard, and Skull Rock from the list when you found no indication of Billy having been there recently.

You didn’t want to drive to Billy’s house since he always got pissed when you showed up on his doorstep, the blond angrily chewing you out after you were both shut safely away in his room.

With the memory of Billy’s last thorough scolding in mind, you ultimately decided to stop at your house and call his landline to see if he was there instead of just showing up out of the blue.

You started the car, pulling out of the random parking spot you’d pulled into and began the familiar drive back home. You had just turned down your street when you spotted something that made your heart stop.

There, parked haphazardly in your driveway, was Billy’s camaro. Though a quick scan of the yard through your windshield revealed no sign of the man himself.

You slammed down on the gas and roared up behind the other car, leaving your book bag in the backseat as you scrambled out, almost tripping over your own feet in your haste to exit and make your way over to the camaro. You cupped your hands around your eyes as you pressed your forehead against the tinted window in order to peer inside, frowning when you found the interior empty.

“Hey.”

You startled, slamming your forehead against the thick glass window before drawing back with a hiss, turning to face the origin of the voice with a glare. But, when you saw him, all the complaints that you wanted to say got stuck in your throat, the annoyed expression you were sporting melting off your face at the sight that greeted you.

Billy looked terrible.

One of his beautiful blue eyes was swollen shut in a mess of black and purple, his knuckles were bloodied and raw as he fiddled with the cigarette between his fingers, sitting at your doorstep like some sort of stray.

Billy brought the cig up to his mouth before inhaling deeply, letting the smoke linger in his lungs before exhaling noiselessly, and you wondered how the action didn’t aggravate his split lip.

You took an involuntary step toward him and he stubbed the cigarette out on the wall next to him before heaving himself up off the steps with a grimace. You reached him right as he swayed dangerously, placing a hand on his hip in order to steady him before he fell over and hurt himself further.

“Jesus, Billy! What the fuck happened to you?” You asked, your eyes wide as you took in the damage. Now that you were closer, you could see the bruises littering his chest and ribs peeking out through the ragged tear in his shirt.

“Neil and I had a disagreement.” He stated with a hollow laugh, his teeth stained pink as he gave you a sharp smile.

Your brows drew down as you led him to the front door and it took you three tries to unlock it due to your trembling hands. Billy didn’t say anything else as you entered, his lack of complaining about you coddling him giving away just how bad he was feeling.

You were infinitely grateful for your parents' convenient absence as you sat him down on the couch with a demand to not move before rushing to your bathroom, which was where you kept the first aid. You tore into the room and threw open the cabinets, rifling through various cleaning products and supplies that were under the sink before straightening and ripping open the utility closet.

You paused when you caught a glimpse of your reflection, your face unnaturally pale and your wild eyes unrecognizable in your panic. You quickly averted your eyes and grabbed the red and white kit before pushing out of the room, making your way back to where you had left Billy.

He didn’t look like he moved a single muscle since you sat him down, the blond staring blankly at the far wall until you reached out to gently touch his shoulder in order to get his attention. Billy flinched under the light pressure and grabbed your wrist, his grip so tight that you could feel the bones under his hand grind together uncomfortably.

“Billy? It’s just me.” You said softly as you passively waited for the blond to reorient himself, the lashes of his remaining eye fluttering as his gaze focused.

He released your wrist once he realized that it was you who had touched him, his functioning eye looking suspiciously wet.

“Sorry.” He muttered so quietly that, if you weren’t as close as you were, you would've missed it.

“It’s fine.” You reassured him as you popped open the clasps on the first aid, pulling out a pair of scissors, cotton balls, a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide and several pads of gauze to start.

You began by cutting the rest of Billy’s shirt off -finding yourself begrudgingly thankful that it wasn’t one of his favorites- and winced. The damage was even worse than you had initially thought.

You felt rage rapidly well up inside you at the thought of Neil, once again, being the one responsible for Billy’s state. You wanted that man to suffer for ever daring to lay a hand on Billy, you wanted to cripple him with a baseball bat and break all his fingers and-

“Y/n. Ease up.” The request was grunted through grit teeth and you immediately backed off, your eyes welling up with helpless tears as you watched Billy breathe through the pain.

“Why don’t you go to Hopper? Hell, even Joyce would be willing to help you! You don’t have to live like this, Billy.” You asked desperately as you stood to pace, shoving your fingers into your hair and tugging at it in an attempt to ground yourself.

Every time the blond came to you broken, you lost a piece of yourself, that piece going to Billy as you patched him up in order to help him heal...only for him to inevitably come back to you broken again.

It was a vicious cycle and you both couldn’t keep it up.

"No.” Billy’s response drew you back to the present and you stared at him incredulously. You sat back down on the coffee table in front of him and tried to get him to meet your eyes.

“Billy, what do you mean ‘no’? You need more than I can-” You were cut off by Billy lashing out, his arm sweeping the first aid kit off the table, spilling the contents all over the carpeted floor.

“I said no.” He was breathing hard, his hand curling back into his body in order to gingerly hold his ribs as he sucked in a breath that sounded more like a whine. The outburst seemed to have eaten up the last of Billy’s anger, the blond just looking tired now as he slumped back into the couch. “You're the only one I trust to do this." He whispered as he finally looked up at you, tears beginning to drip down his face.

You moved away from the table to sit down on the couch next to Billy, opening your arms and shifting closer to him slowly enough that he could avoid the hug if he wanted to. He didn't.

He let you curl around him and shuffled deeper into your warmth, his tears wetting your shirt as he began to cry. All of his seemingly endless pain spilled out in the form of heaving sobs as you held him, petting his hair and murmuring soothing words as he fell apart within the safety of your arms

As hard as it was to see Billy like this, you knew that as long as he kept coming to you that you’d keep helping him, sending him away with another piece of yourself in the hopes that it would somehow make him whole.

Prompt: "You're the only one I trust to do this."

#stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #implied abuse #fuck neil #this one's dark guys #angst #im sorry

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oh RIGHT it's wednesday!!! I'd like a vamp or angel boy of some sort please <3 - @quiescentdestiny

WIP Wednesday (3/27) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 97)

The ride to the stadium is well… tense, thanks to Andrew’s little idiotic display in the elevator. Everyone is nervous, no doubt because they think they almost witnessed him dig his teeth into a stranger’s neck and drain him dry. That’s what he’d wanted and they all know it. He settled for the smell of Neil’s fear. And for the sound of his racing heart. The elevator opened just in time to save Neil’s life.

Now they’re trapped again, in a car this time. Kevin is at Andrew’s side in the passenger seat and Neil is in the back, watching him like a hawk. Andrew’s grip on the wheel is iron. Because with both Neil and Kevin in the car, along with his relatives, he’s surrounded by a feast. Now he knows how Tantalus must’ve felt.

Andrew keeps his mind on driving. And the windows rolled down.

—

Once they're inside the staidum, Andrew holds his hand out to Kevin. His human passes the pill bottle over and Andrew swallows them along with a mouthful of Coach’s liquor. The burn from the alcohol mingles with the thirst just enough to make him wince.

“You kiddies have fun,” Andrew says. “I’m going to go take a nap.”

‘You mean you’re going to hide in Wymack’s office so you won’t eat the new boy,’ thinks Aaron with his arms crossed. Well, well, aren’t we smart. Andrew gives his brother a look that Aaron doesn’t return.

“Don’t play too rough,” Andrew says, trying his best not to show off his fangs. “Wouldn’t want to scare Neil off.”

“I don’t scare easy.” is Neil’s response. Aimed at Andrew’s back. Oh, a challenge?

“Is that so?” Andrew asks, turning around.

“Yes. You’re not the boogeyman, just a loser with nothing better to do that annoy people.” says Neil, making Nicky’s face fall. Well, Neil isn't completely wrong there. They're all losers though, that's why they're here. Everyone’s eyes are on Neil now and from the sound of his heart, he’s very aware of it. “If everyone’s done gawking at me, I want to see the locker room.”

"Enjoy your grand tour, Neil," Andrew says. "Don't get lost!"

#vampdrew for you! <3333 #andreil #aftg #Vampire Andrew AU #WIP Wednesday #🕊️#answered #quiescentdestiny

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The One I've Been Waiting For {Part 05 of 13}

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Older!reader

Word count: 2 K

Summary: Billy Hargrove is just one of the many students you're supposed to help. The last thing you expect from your interaction is that he'll start flirtt with you... Much less that Billy would stir up feelings you'd rather keep hidden. Despite the mutual sentiments that soon enough start to grow, there are a lot of reasons for whatever it is to be left alone, and one of them is your age...

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A/N: In this story, reader is 5 years older than Billy, who's 18.

•••

A Stolen Heart

The warm water helps you relax. The next project is almost over, which means you'll have some free time on the horizon. Your friends left half an hour ago, so your plans are to shower and go to sleep.

Once out of the water spray, you dry yourself and brush your hair before putting the pj's on, lycra shorts, and an old oversized shirt. You're tired as you climb onto the bed, fixing the blankets and getting comfortable, and sleep comes easy.

But a noise startles you awake, dragging you back into consciousness in half a second. You ignore it though, the bed is too warm and comfortable. But the noise gets louder, and a little too close for your taste. So you snap fully awake, immediately taking in the weird thud and sitting up, looking at the window.

All air leaves your lungs when you see a figure crawling through your window. In a fast move, you stand up, taking the lamp you have on the nightstand and raising it above your head. “Get the hell out of my house or I'll call the police!” You yell, walking backward until you hit the wall.

“Calm down.” An oddly familiar voice says, and you furrow your eyebrows, trying to think despite the heavy haze of sleep over your mind. “Where's the light switch?”

“Who are you?” You ask, the moment you recognize the silhouette, only lit up by the dim lights coming from outside. “Billy?”

“Yeah. Put that down.”

“What the hell-” Walking back to the nightstand, you put the lamp back in its place. “-are you doing here?”

“Just needed to see you.”

“Are you insane?” Walking to the door, you turn the lights on. “What do you think you're doing sneaking into my bedroom like that?” Billy definitely crossed a line now, and you can't just let it go.

“You're right I shouldn't have come.” Billy bursts out, suddenly angry, like you never saw before. You're about to ask why he's talking like that when you see it. When Billy turns around, heading to the window, you see a purple bruise on the apple of his cheek.

And it clicks, the pieces falling into place. You know about his father, about how difficult he is. How Billy hates him, and now you know why. Neil did that.

“Wait!” You shout, running to the window and standing in his way. “Wait. What's that on your cheek?”

“Do you even care?” He furrows his eyebrows, moving closer. “Get out of the way, I'm leaving.”

“No!” When he moves to push you away, you hold both his arms, forcing him to stop and look at you. “Billy, please.”

“I don't-”

“Please.” You see it in his eyes, the pain. And it breaks your heart. “Please, B, stay.”

His face changes, it... Drops. The fury is replaced by something far softer. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here like this, shouldn't scare you like this, I just...”

“It's alright.” You mutter, taking a better look at the bruise. “Let me get some ice, ok? Then we can talk.”

“Ok.”

“But please, don't leave.” You beg, a hand caressing his chin.

“I won't,” Billy promises and you nod, quickly moving.

Your mind is racing, and your heart is beating fast as you rush downstairs. As fast as you can, you search for a bowl, putting all the ice you have in it and grabbing a dishcloth before going back to your room. You're relieved to find Billy seated on the edge of your bed. Breathing out, you sit next to him, putting some cubes in the dishcloth and making an improvised ice bag.

“Can I?” You ask in a low voice and he nods. Gently, you put the ice on his bruise, trying not to hurt him. Billy's eyes don't leave you, but you try to focus on your task. “Did you get into a fight at the party?” You know the answer, but still, you have to ask.

“No.”

“It was Neil, wasn't it?” There's anger in your voice, and you don't want to dissimulate anymore. Billy nods, looking away from you. “I'm so sorry, B. I really wish I could do something for you, I-”

“You're doing enough.” He says, placing his hand on top of yours. His touch is warm, and part of you wants to shield him from all that. To protect him.

“How?” You whisper, now completely drowning in the blue of his eyes. Billy was never this close, and now you can feel the power he has over you.

“By just being here.” He whispers back, moving even closer.

Sighing, you take the ice off his face, throwing it in the bowl. “I didn't mean to send you away like that, I just... Got scared and thought you came here with other ideas in your head.”

“I just needed to see you. I was going to that stupid party but I found myself driving here instead.” His voice is barely a whisper, but you can hear it clearly because of the silence surrounding you.

“You can go if you want, and then come back here.” You decide to say, but you don't want him to go.

You don't want Billy to go. You want to hold him, close to your chest, until all the sadness leaves his heart.

“I don't wanna be anywhere else,” Billy says, and you close your eyes before wrapping your arms around his neck.

It's a strange sensation, and it takes a while until you even understand what you're doing. But it feels right, even better when he embraces you too, strong arms pulling you closer to his body. “I'm so sorry, B.”

Billy sighs, and you feel his breath on your neck when he does, tickling you a little. But holding him feels good. And being held by him is even better. You never thought you'd feel this way, not with him. But there's nothing else right now. No age, no bad boy reputation. Just Billy, in your arms, and you in his.

Silently, you pull away, taking the bowl and placing it on the nightstand before going to the door. “What are you doing?” He asks in a low voice.

“Turning the lights off so we can sleep.” You simply say before cutting the lights and going back to bed.

“Should I go?” Billy sounds... Vulnerable. And it's obvious that he doesn't show this side of him very often. So you feel honored to see this part of him.

“No.” Lying down, you move to the side. It's a double bed, so you're used to sleeping in the middle. “Won't Neil be angry if you don't go back home?”

“He doesn't care.”

“Then stay.” It doesn't take much time until he moves. Billy takes his shoes and leather jacket off before settling down on the right side of the bed.

Then, you fall silent. You're facing away from him, eyes open. And for some reason you know he's awake too.

“Could you come here?” He suddenly asks, his deep voice filling the room.

“What for?”

“Just come.”

Don't overthink it, you tell yourself. So you take a deep breath before moving, turning to face him and moving closer. And it happens naturally as if you've done it many times before. Billy pulls you until your head is on his chest, his arm around your waist. You're blushing, butterflies flying all around.

But this is peaceful. Calming. His breathing and heartbeat feel like a beautiful lullaby.

“Why did he hit you?” With a hand flat on his chest, you smile to feel the warmth irradiating from his skin.

“Max went out with the kids. I was supposed to go for her but she went back home earlier by herself.” His voice is low, a hand caressing your hair.

“You know this isn't her fault, right?”

“I know.” He sighs.

“Just a little while now. Soon enough High School will be over and you'll be free from Neil. And this town. And whatever else you want to be free from.” Taking a deep breath, you involuntary snuggle closer to him. Billy is warm. And you never had anyone to keep you warm during the night. To hold you.

“I know.” He breaths out. “Thank you, (Y/N).”

“For what?”

“For this.”

Biting your lip, you feel heat spreading through your cheeks. “I'm... I'm glad you came.”

“Really?”

“Mhmm.” Mumbling, you hold back a yawl. “It's a cold tonight and now I don't need so many blankets.”

“Oh, I see.” Billy pulls you closer, pressing you against his body. “A very good reason.”

Giggling, you caress his chest. “Let's get some sleep, Billy Hargrove.”

And you drift off to sleep, surrounded by a sensation you never felt before. Maybe this is a mistake. Maybe having Billy this close will end up in heartbreak. But right now, knowing he's alright after what we went through, is enough. You're happy for him. Even though it may hurt you later.

•••

When Billy wakes up, he can't believe what he feels. It's good, so damn good he wonders if he died on the road yesterday, crashed his car, and somehow went to Heaven.

He's so used to being surrounded by hate, anger, and all of those dark feelings from the moment he opens his eyes that this feels surreal.

During the night they moved a bit, and now they're face to face, sleeping way too tangled up for two friends just sharing a bed. The soft morning light makes her even more beautiful, if that's even possible. Billy looks at her as if she's an illusion, a dream, that will vanish if he moves too much. So, holding his breath, he only caresses her cheek, her warm skin. It startles him a little when a quick, small smile crosses her face. He wonders what she's dreaming of. Whatever it is, it's probably good.

Billy didn't want to fall in love. Ever. He didn't even want to like some girl. Or have someone in his mind that he couldn't shake away. He likes his freedom, he likes having someone new every week. A different face to hang out with, to sleep with. He's a man who has everything figured out. His feelings and wishes, his plans for the future. And not falling in love, ever, was a very important part of his plan.

What he doesn't want to admit is that one of the reasons for that, maybe the strongest reason, is because he fears he'll become like his father. His mother loved Neil, and he broke her heart. So Billy always thought it would be better to keep girls at a distance, only having one-night stands with those who are looking for the same quick relationship.

Billy Hargrove doesn't want to be another Neil.

But, right now, looking at her sleepy face, hair covering half of it before he pushes it away, Billy has an epiphany. It happens slowly at first, then all of a sudden.

He wants a girl after all. Even worse, he wants (Y/N), for more than just one night. Or one day. Or one week. He wants to get to know her, all of her.

And he also figures out he could never be like Neil. Not to (Y/N). For her, Billy wants to be more than a crazy teenager going to parties, staying up late for stupid reasons, and not giving a damn about school. For her, Billy wants to be a man.

It's not (Y/N)'s age that stands between them. It's Billy's maturity. Or the lack of it. It's not that he doesn't have plans for the future. Billy wants to go back home, become a Marine Biologist and find a good job, one he loves, in the place he loves. But he also knows some of his attitudes aren't... Appealing to her, as they are to other girls. They like the bad boy act he puts on, and he's quite good at it since all it takes is to express the rage he has trapped inside him.

But now, he wants her. And being the bad boy isn't enough.

He never thought he'd ever change for a girl. But Billy knows this isn't just about changing who he is, because if (Y/N) didn't like him, she wouldn't be here, in his arms. This is about growing up. And Billy would have to do that sooner or later. He was waiting until he finished High School, or until he finished college, if he ever gets there. But until then, he would party hard, live like there was no tomorrow, no consequences.

But now, there's her. And for her, and her only, he wants to make things different.

Billy Hargrove is falling in love. Fast, and hard. For a guy with his reputation, it couldn't be any different.

He, who stole many hearts, had his stolen. And there's nothing he could do now. It was in her possession, and so it would remain.

@aunicornmademedoit @alexa4040 @goth-cowgirl-03 @nyctophilic0vitnir @minispice-1

#stranger things imagine #imagine stranger things #billy hargrove imagine #imagine billy hargrove #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagines #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove fanfiction

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“First Steps First” Jessamine ‘Lark’ Waterson (OC) x Neil ‘Chick’ Harding

A/N: so I’ve really been wanting to write something for Jessamine and Chick for a while but was super anxious and self conscious about it for a couple of reasons. The first being that I don’t write much fanfiction anymore and the second is because I’m not wholly convinced I nail the atmosphere of period shows/movies. But this idea just wouldn’t leave my head so I’m biting the bullet and swallowing my doubts!

This fic takes place in episode 4 during Dye’s celebration party (I can’t get over Harding saying “single fillies”, okay?) and inspired by the song “First Steps First” from the musical Bandstand. The song they dance to is “It’s Been a Long Time” and I don’t care that this version came out in 1945, it’s my favorite LOL

also hey autocorrect pls stop changing Chick to Chuck, thanks

Word count: 1,730 words (😧)

Warnings: none, other than the fact I don’t know how the military works so please ignore inaccuracies🤡😂 this is about the FICTIONAL version of Col. Harding

I saw that you said it was okay to tag you in OC stuff @rosies-riveters, so I hope this is alright and that you enjoy!

“Pardon my brashness, dear

Seeing you standing here

Dancing's more customary

For a soirée."

As much as Jessamine Waterson took pride in her work as a nurse on the Thorpe Abbots base there was no denying the fact that it was grueling, emotionally draining and often went without the accolades that came with other roles in the war. And while most days she was just fine with that, today had been particularly tiresome and Jessamine was glad for the change of pace the evening’s festivities allowed. The anxious energy that had gripped every person on the airbase had been exchanged for easy laughter, jokes, and celebration. After all, it wasn’t every day a pilot and crew successfully flew 25 missions.

As she sat with Beth and Ginny, an American nurse and mechanic respectively, who had become two of her fastest friends, listening idly to them chat about the dances they’d returned from moments ago, it took much of Jessamine’s will to avoid allowing her gaze to linger for too long on the man who had just entered the room. She had spent months chiding herself for the way her heart started racing at the mere thought of Colonel Harding being so near and despite the effort she put into acting completely normal on the instances their paths crossed, she feared her feelings were all too transparent.

It was inconvenient to have a crush during war and even more inconvenient that it was on a man who was not only a good handful of years older than she was, but compounded by the fact that he was an American soldier. An American soldier who was dashingly handsome and confident, who had just looked in her direction and caught her staring. Jessamine busied herself with the drink in front of her trying to ignore the heat burning in her ears.

“Oh well that was just adorable.”

Beth’s voice with it’s charming southern accent was usually a source of soothing reassurance and good advice, was now riddled with mischief and good natured humor now that the two women’s attention was focused on their friend. “You know there’s no shame in a little flirting, a little conversation. Why don’t you go ask him to dance?”

Ginny nodded in agreement, leaning across the table, “It’s not like you’ve never spoken to him before,” before turning conspiratorially to Beth, “remember how she gave him pain medication for his headache that one time.”

Jessamine’s hands came up to cover her face, the full weight of her body resting on her elbows as she suppressed a groan and a laugh. Of course the two of them remembered the first time she had met the Colonel; a simple exchange of names and him asking for something for a headache. Jessamine, partly sleep deprived and partly fighting off the butterflies in her stomach fumbling with the bottle before spilling a handful of pills across the floor of the nurses station.

It certainly wasn’t necessarily the most romantic or charming first meeting on her part, but Col. Harding had only smiled before kneeling and helping her gather the runaways. There had been a quip about how she could’ve just said no that resulted in flustered laughter from her and another grin from him. And her friends hadn’t let her live it down since she confided about it to them the following day over breakfast.

“I’m surprised he said anything to me after that.” Jessamine admitted and revealed her face to her friends. Though there had been more interactions with the Colonel after that, they remained confined to mostly professional settings save for a few pleasantries while off duty. “And to answer your question, Beth, I’m certainly not going to bother him and ask for a dance!”

Ginny rolled her brown eyes and tossed her head back in a sign of exasperation, looking up to the ceiling pantomiming someone experiencing a great tragedy which in turn caused another round of laughter at the table. “Well, if he asked you to dance, would you say yes?” Beth finally asked. This time all the hints of teasing had left her friend’s tone and there was nothing but curiosity and sincerity.

Jessamine nodded slowly, allowing the fantasy to tease at the corner of her mind just for a moment but unable to answer because just as she parted her lips to reply another voice cut in.

“Excuse me, ladies.” Colonel Harding’s voice sent a rush of heat through Jessamine’s body and she felt her posture straighten. She pried her eyes off of Beth to glance up, up, up at the tall soldier now standing beside their table and found that, despite him addressing them all, he was looking determinedly at her alone. “I don’t mean to interrupt, but I was wondering if I could steal Miss Waterson for a dance.”

“You’re not interrupting at all, sir.” Ginny chimed in, eyes flitting from the Colonel to Jessamine, “In fact, we were just talking about how much Jessamine was wanting to dance.”

Oh, that Ginny was going to get stern talking to later, Jessamine promised herself, but at that moment she was already standing. Hardings’ hand reached out and enveloped hers as he guided her to the dance floor.

"Isn't the band sublime?

And as it happens I'm

Just in the mood to do

A two-step, Do step

Out on the floor with me.”

The two of them found a place surrounded by three or four other couples just as the band changed from the upbeat, two step to a slower tune that made Jessamine’s heart pitter faster. If Harding felt any nervousness at the now much more intimate situation the change of song put the two of them in, he didn’t show it. Instead he wrapped an arm around her waist with the ease and confidence of a man who knew what he was doing. Her breath hitching just slightly before she felt him placing the flat of his hand lightly, respectfully against her back.

Every nerve was firing at once, each hair on her arms standing on end, she was sure of it as her mind raced. She was trying to remember just how one slow danced fighting through the nervousness, when she felt the firmness of her foot under her own.

“I’m so sorry, colonel.” The apology came out high pitched and squeaky and with the attempt to pull away from the man in front of her. But Harding kept his gentle grip and shook his head.

“It’s not the first time someone’s stomped on my foot. At least this time it wasn’t on purpose. And Neil is fine, or Chick if you think Neil is too familiar.”

There he goes again, Jessamine thought, being so effortlessly charming and saving me from my own awkwardness. Sometime in the desperate squeak of an apology she had been repositioned to properly be dancing. One soft hand held in his much larger one, the other placed on his shoulder, and her face precariously close to his as she found herself peering up at him. The rhythm was easy to find with Neil leading and the familiar trumpet crooning at the stage and Jessamine had to fight to keep her eyes from closing.

“Might you be charmingly coerced

No need to be so shy

Take reassurance, I

Know how to guide you through

The worst steps, first steps first

“It’s not too late to admit you picked the wrong dancing partner.” Jessamine finally found her voice and the confidence to add just a bit of a teasing tone to it, a smile itching at the corner of her lips. Her cheek had come to rest just slightly against his shoulder as they swayed to the music and as a result her voice was slightly muffled by the material of his dress shirt.

“You’re selling yourself short. It’s been at least a minute since we’ve had another incident. You’re a natural.” Each time he spoke she could feel the rumbling of his chest against hers and her head felt dizzy with the warmth and solidity of him.

“And I’m certainly not going to say that after I finally got up the guts to come ask you for a dance in the first place.” Neil’s confession took Jessamine by surprise and she pulled back to look him in the eyes searching for any signs of jest but only finding an intensity that sent her stomach exploding into a storm of butterflies.

“You...you had to work up the courage to ask me?” The image of Colonel Neil Harding having to work up the nerve to ask anything of Jessamine was too comical to be taken seriously but there was no denying the truth behind his statement. “You’re a beautiful woman, Jessamine. And smart and successful. Hell, you’d have every reason to reject a dance from an old colonel like me.”

This was almost too much for Jessamine to take and she struggled to wrap her mind around his confession. All she could do was blink dazedly up at him as her cheeks flushed bright red. A smile broke out across Neil’s face and he laughed, arm tightening around her waist for a moment. “I hope that wasn’t too out of line and that I haven’t just read this entire interaction incorrectly. But your friends made it pretty clear to me earlier that you felt the same about me.”

Oh…oh…oh it was all coming together now.

Jessamine couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up from her chest and she leaned forward to rest her forehead against his shoulder. His own rumbling laugh was mixing with hers and soon Jessamine had relaxed with the words of his confession replaying in her mind. The song faded and another slow ballad picked began, nothing but their breathing and the shuffling of shoes on the floor mixing with the music to fill the space between them. “So,” Neil murmured, dragging Jessamine’s attention to his face once again, “you do feel the same?”

This time, Jessamine didn’t shy away from the intense and earnest way he was looking at her. Instead she lifted herself up on the tip of her toes just enough to bring her lips to his cheek.

She would have words with Ginny and Beth about this. But later…after another dance.

Yes, after another dance with Neil.

#my writing #🏷️ my writings #oc: Jessamine ‘lark’ Waterson #jessamine x neil #mota ocs #mota oc #mota x reader #mota x oc #masters of the air x oc #Neil Harding #chick Harding #masters of the air #mota

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Mr Stole Your Girl

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : Nearly 2 weeks after you drunkenly confessed your feelings for your best friend, your boyfriend had found out and the two of you broke up. Now, you're finally Billy's girl.

Warnings : Swearing, infidelity accusations, Billy is competitive

Word count : 1, 230

A/N : Part 2 of Mr Steal Your Girl. There's a time skip, but it's labeled!

"It's because of him isn't it," Chris asked you, eyes studying yours. "No, it's not. I feel like we're not a good fit. I'm a partier, you're not and that's okay." He nodded, still not believing you. "Okay, yeah, I understand." You nodded before leaving his house and sighing, thinking about what you'd do next.

Somehow you ended up on Cherry Lane, car parked right behind the Camaro. You didn't see Neil's truck and decided to round the house to Billy's window as you knocked. His curtains moved, the cherry on his cigarette burning and he smiled around it and unlocked his window.

"Boyfriend letting you come over? How nice of him to share custody." You flicked him off and climbed through his window. "We broke up, thank you very much." His smile fell, "Wait, what?" His heart raced, his stomach lurching slightly but his soul danced on the inside, couple hip thrusts here and there at the news.

You nodded, "I just felt like we were too different plus I lost feelings about two months ago." He winced, "Damn." You nodded, trying to insinuate that you were talking about the night that you told him you'd kiss him. He rubbed the cherry of his cigarette in the ash tray as he pushed his hair back. "Why'd you lose feelings? You seemed like you liked him a lot." You nodded, "I did but I also realized I was in love with someone." His heart stopped and shattered, a gaping hole now in it's place.

"Oh." You nodded. "Are you gonna tell the guy?" You looked at Billy, "I've been trying to give him signals since I showed up to his house but I think all the nicotine has gotten to his head." He looked at you, blinking slowly, trying to comprehend what you were saying. "Say it then." You looked at him and smiled, "I'm in love with you." He smiled, a genuine, smile with teeth.

"Glad the feeling's reciprocated. Swear I fucking fell in love with you when Carol introduced us."

That was three months ago and Billy was everything you could ever want and more especially now that the two of you didn't have the energy to hide your relationship anymore. He was still your flirty best friend but now he could kiss you without crossing a line.

Now

You talked to Carol at your locker, Billy's keys in hand as you waited for him. You knew he was trying to be sneaky but Tommy made it impossible and you laughed, "I know you're there, B." He sighed, "Damn it," he said in your ear, making you jump considering you didn't know how close he had truly gotten to you.

He smacked a fat, wet kiss to your cheek and you laughed, "Gross." He gasped jokingly, "Gross? Says the one that has a spi-" you cut him off by putting your hand over his mouth as he nipped and licked at your palm. "You're like a rabid dog, stop it." He bit you harder and laughed as soon as he was free.

Three lockers away from you slammed shut and the four of you looked over as Chris made eye contact with you, shaking his head and Billy snickered in your ear. "Someone pissed in his Cheerios." You hushed him. "Stop, he's just upset." He hummed and nodded. "I'll see you later, okay?" You nodded and quickly pecked his lips and he hummed, "Maybe I can skip practice." You shook your head. "No you can't. You said yourself that you suck." He scoffed and you laughed.

"Go." He nodded and walked with Tommy and Carol wolf-whistled and Tommy turned around and winked at her. You and Carol went outside to Billy's car and you turned his radio on, having to kill time.

Billy walked into the locker room as Chris shoulder checked him and Tommy looked at Chris. "The fuck?" Chris looked at Tommy. "Oops." Billy hummed, biting his cheek. "So, you guys fucked huh?" Billy looked down slightly, Chris being a few inches shorter than him. "That's none of your business." Chris laughed, "Man, I had a feeling something was going on with you two especially after I saw that Polaroid of all of you at that party, the way you were groping her made me think a little." Tommy scoffed, "He didn't fuck her while you were together." Chris hummed, "Sure, I'll believe it for now," he said as he left the locker room and went to the court.

"Bat shit, I tell you, man," Tommy said as he and Billy walked to their lockers. "He's bat shit because he lost her. Fuck, I'd be bat shit too." Tommy laughed, "You already are." Billy mocked Tommy's laugh and hit the back of his head before changing and going to the court. An hour passed and Billy and Tommy walked to the Camaro and he opened the driver door, "Out, you can't drive for shit." You mocked him and he laughed, gently swatting your ass when your back faced him.

Tommy and Carol bid the two of you farewell and Billy began driving the two of you to your house. You two bound up the stairs and he immediately laid on your bed and you wrinkled your nose, "Are you still sweaty?" He shook his head, "Showered at the school." You nodded and laid beside him and he hummed as you wrapped your arm around his chest.

You immediately removed it, hand going to his jaw and you turned his face and he winced, knowing you found the bruise. "What happened?" He bit his tongue gently, "Got into a little scuffle, nothing to worry about." You looked at him, "With who?" You knew who, they had been going at each other for months, even before you and Billy began dating.

He sighed, "It's not a big deal. It doesn't hurt, just a little bruise, fucked punches like a bitch anyways." You ran your thumb over the bruise and he winced, "Sure seems like it hurts." He looked at you, taking your hand off of his face, "Hurts because it's fresh, it'll be fine in a few hours. He kept saying I fucked you when you guys were together." You sighed, "Just ignore it, we know that we didn't." He nodded.

"But fuck, I sure wanted to kiss you that night." You laughed, "I did too, thankfully I didn't." You both laughed and he pulled you closer to him. "We can kiss now," he said as his face got closer to yours, "and no one would have to know, our little secret."

You laughed and pressed your lips to his and he hummed and held the back of your head as he slowly sat the two of you up, his lips slightly chapped against yours, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip occasionally as he held you as close as he could because this would never be close enough for him, he physically needed to be sewed to you, he was greedy like that, always needing you beside him, your skin on his to calm him.

The next day when Tommy saw the two of you, he laughed and dapped up Billy before calling him something that made the two of you laugh, "Morning Mister Steal Your Girl." The four of you laughed before going about your day.

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Billy Hargrove X Harrington!Reader

'Enough for Now'

You see something when sneaking in Billy's window. Something that makes you do something crazy.

You were biking to Billy's. It was a lazy Saturday night, and neither one of you had done much other then talk on the phone.

You had heard yelling before bikky said bye, and hung up. You had suspicions that Neil was a shitty father, but you had noticed Billy with bruises before. He always brushed it off, said it was from a fight he got into.

You hide your bike in the bushes and walk over to his window. You hear music being blasted, and yelling. The music is turned off and you start to make out the voices.

"What did we talk about?" You hear a slapping noise as something falls to the ground. You peer into his window. Neil has him pinned into a bookcase.

"Respect and Responsibility," Billy says through gritted teeth. You flinch as Billy receives another slap, and then is let go. Neil yells more insults before leaving the room, and slamming the door.

Billy slides down and you see him wipe away a tear before standing up. You toss a nearby pebble at his window.

He hears the disturbance and panics when he sees you, he realizes what you just saw. He opens the window and you shush him. You climb into his room.

"Get your shit, we have a spare bedroom. Steve's out tonight, I will think of something in the morning," you say and refuse to listen to any argument as you grab his keys.

He sighs before packing away some clothes and a few treasured belongings. He grabs his duffel and you both hop out of his window.

"He's going to notice I'm gone," billy says, "And he knows we're dating. It won't be to hard to find your house," billy gets into the passenger seat with no complaints. He's never seen you so mad. It does scare him a little.

"Okay, so? He can have a talk with me and my revolver, and by talk, I mean murder," you reply as you tear out of the driveway.

You do slow down and are careful. You don't want to hurt his prized possession. Billy groans and leans back into the seat.

"We're almost there, and then we can get you some ice. Throw your shit in the guest room, or mine. It's up to you, pretty boy," you tell him.

You don't miss the ghost if a smile that hits his face. He would never, under any circumstance admit it, but he loved being called 'pretty boy' or anything like 'my love'. It quite literally makes his knees buckle.

"Your brother hates me. How long do you think you can hide me. He will see my car." Billy points out. You planned on telling Steve to deal with it and that you couldn't explain.

"I'm just going to tell him to fuck off," you reply and billy shakes his head.

"That's not going to work. Just tell him what you saw," he says quietly.

"I can tell him to trust me, he will." You pull into the driveway and park the Camaro next to your car. You left plenty of space for Steve to park his vehicle.

Steve was going to kill you. You knew it. There was no way in hell he was going to happily except his worst enemy into his home.

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Steve pulled into the driveway and saw Billy's Camaro parked in the driveway. It was four am. There was only one thing two young adults would be doing at four am. One thing.

Thoughts - horrible thoughts - raced through Steve's head as he raced out of his car and opened the front door. He tossed off his shoes and noticed something; he didn't hear anything?

He was careful to be quiet. He didn't want to spook yall. He sees you in the kitchen with a smile. And of course; Billy Hargrove.

"Hello?" Steve asks you. You look over at him and your smile fades. Steve is still confused. "it's four am?" He takes note of the bruises littering Billy's face.

"Yes, we were worried sick about you. It is four am, why are you just know getting home?" You play scold and Billy stifles a laugh.

"I was- no why are you two up? And why are you in my house?" Steve realizes why. He knew you had said Neil was a real asshole, he just didn't realize neil was a different type of asshole then he had assumed

Billy didn't take hits like that in fights. He delivered those type of hits. If hell froze over then Steve still wouldn't believe those hits came from another kid.

"No sex in my house," Steve says with a sigh as he points to the two of you. He didn't want to push. It wouldn't get him anywhere other then the dog house.

"What if you aren't home?" Billy asks and you laugh. Steve turns red and shakes his head no before storming out speechless.

"That went well, you wanna try to go to sleep now? Or do you want to watch Carrie?" You ask and billy smiles.

"We can go to sleep, but I don't think Carrie is the best movie to fall asleep to," he says and places a kiss on your forehead. You take his hand and lead him to your bedroom. Sleep might just work this time.

Steve was listening the whole time. His suspicion was confirmed. Billy was here because he was upset, not to get into your pants.

Steve wasn't happy, but he also wasn't mad. He was at meats glad that you both weren't doing something bad. That was enough for now.

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billy request,, reader finds him alive in the upside down

Come Back Home

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genre: angst, fluff

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You and your friends sprint through the Upside Down, desperately looking for a place to hide. The demobats attacked Steve and more were coming your way so you all decided to make a run for it. Eyes roaming around, you finally find a much more horrifying version of Skull Rock. You catch your breath as you fall down underneath the figure that serves as a cave for all of you. Your legs are tired and weak - your heartbeat racing. Your body suddenly tenses up and you could feel your heart clench, tears forming in your eyes. You’re scared especially for your friends and family.

You look over Steve who’s being patched up by Nancy and tears were now threatening to fall. You hate seeing them hurt even if it’s just a small minor scratch, you couldn't bare it. You couldn't bare the thought of losing them after what happened with Billy.

You were exhausted, when will this be over? you’d often ask yourself. You thought it was all done when the mind flayer disappeared, but you were wrong. Seems like the universe laid a course on you and your loved ones.

How many more people need to die before it finally ends?

A cold hand gently rubs your arm, making you snap out off your thoughts. “You alright?” Robin asks. You wipe away your sweat and some tears in your eyes, “uh y-yeah”. Nancy then calls everyone’s attention and talks about her plan so you could all escape.

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You arrive at the Wheeler’s and Nancy rummage through her room, “My guns are not here”. She spots her old diary on her bedside table and sees the last entry was 1983, she then looks around and sees the walls were outdated - some of her old things still in her room. “This was my room 3 years ago” she says. “How’s that possible?” Eddie asks, confused.

“I think the Upside Down’s based on memories of Vecna’s victims” Robin speaks up. She then approaches Nancy, “your room’s probably based on the memory of your friend, Barbara. She got taken by the demogorgon in 1983 right?”. Nancy nods in response, the dreadful memory coming back.

After an hour of searching through their house, you finally got to talk with Dustin through the lights and he told you about a possible gate in Eddie’s trailer. “We can ride bikes to his place but, how can we get there without getting devoured by the bats?” Steve asks.

Your fingers land on the gold necklace on your neck, the one Billy gave you. You look on its beautiful pendant that shines through the darkness - an idea pops in your mind. “We’ll pass by Cherry Lane on the way there. And if Robin’s theory is correct then, Max’s old house would be based on Billy’s memories. His dad’s guns will be there” you say.

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You arrive at the familiar 4819 home, you step in first and you sigh in relief - Robin was right.

You lead them to storage room and find Neil’s hidden guns, you grab the revolver and toss Nancy the shotgun. The rest didn't know how to use them so you instructed to stash the spare bullets instead. You collect all the possible objects that could be used as a weapon when the door suddenly creaks open. You quickly turn and aim the gun, trembling as Vecna could be the one who opened it.

“Billy?”

Your eyes grow wide, you expected a horrifying entity but you were met by the man you lost back in the mall. The man you love, the one who you never stopped mourning for.

“How do we know you’re not an illusion or something made by Vecna?” Steve asks, gripping on the spear he found. You examine him, he drastically changed: his eyes no longer the ones you remember - they look tired and scared, he’s thinner, hair dull and longer, an he doesn't have the necklace anymore.

“He’s not wearing this” you say, pointing at the gold chain on your neck. You then run up to him before your friends could even agree with you, tears starts to stream down your face. “I missed you so much. H-how is this possible?” you ask as you hold into him tighter, not wanting to let go. “I-I’m not entirely sure, I just woke up and found myself in a really dark, gloomy, and empty version of Starcourt” he sobs.

“There’s this creature that’s behind everything” he adds. You pull away and start explaining about Vecna and your plans on killing him. You also talked about how hard it is for Max and how she’s not coping well.

Billy’s arm was just wrapped around you the whole time, never wanting to leave your side. He had lost hope and just waited for his death but now you’re here and he’s finally getting out of this terrifying place. He never stopped thinking about you and Max, that’s probably what kept him alive for the past year.

Nancy hands him an extra spear as a weapon and head out. You grab his hand and give him a tired smile, “Come on love, let’s go home”.

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