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lowlights · 2 years

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Sunday Morning

Hi. I'm back with my fave domestic man, Pero, who just won't leave me in peace. Thank you to @tuskens-mando for encouraging me as always, @ezrasbirdie for the suggestion of the pet name, and all my lovely bbys on here who listen to me rant and cheer me on. I have been in my feelings the past few days and needed something sweet.

Sunday Morning

WC: 2.8k (mistakes are mine)

Pairing: Neighbor!Pero Tovar (Modern AU)x f!Reader (I imagine her chubby but there's very little description)

Warnings: Mature. Just absolutely epic amounts of fluff. Both Pero and Reader have had a bit of a hard life and need to feel some TLC, Pero being broad and large, fingering, smooches, sweetness, talk of food.

BTW: the little potato quality gif of Pedro in The Great Wall rehearsals inspired what Pero is wearing in this story.

Thump thump thump.

Your eyes blink open as you are startled out of a dreamless sleep. You reach for your phone, its bright light blinding you momentarily. 7:05 am? On a Sunday? Who is pounding at your door at such an ungodly hour?

You shuffle to the front door and peek through the peephole. You only see a grey t-shirt stretched across a broad back, along with soft brown hair that’s getting so long it’s starting to curl. You don’t need the man to turn around and show his face to know who it is. You undo the locks and pull the door open.

“Pero? What are you doing here?” you ask, brain still swaddled in sleep. Your neighbor was a quiet man who mostly kept to himself but who had slowly but steadily turned into a friend. It started with swapping mail that had been wrongly delivered to the other, had progressed to sitting out on the bench together while your dog Billie played, to movie nights and shared cartons of takeout.

He turns around as you speak and walks into your living room, stopping to give Billie some head scritches where she lies curled up on the couch.

“Kitchen sink or bathroom sink?” he asks gruffly, large toolbox in hand.

“What?” you ask as you slide the locks back into place and turn to face him.

He tries to hide a smile at the mess that is your hair and the oversized forest green shirt you are wearing, the hem of your sleep shorts just barely seen underneath. “You texted me ‘my sink is leaking’ at one in the morning and I just saw it. Is it the kitchen sink or the bathroom sink?”

“I didn’t think you would get here before the sun came up,” you lament, punctuating your sentence with a quiet yawn. You had texted him out of frustration last night after dumping yet another full bucket of water into the tub. Cursing your landlord who had known about the problem for the last two weeks, you had sent the SOS text. “I’m sorry that I made it seem like an emergency.”

Pero just shakes his head. “I do not care about that, I just want to get it fixed. Kitchen or bathroom?”

You point down the hall towards the bathroom and he turns on his heel and makes his way down the short hallway. You pad along behind him and can’t help but think about how his large frame fills your little apartment.

Pero immediately sets to work opening the cabinet under the sink and pulling out everything from underneath. “How long has it been like this?” he inquires, settling onto his back under the sink.

You hesitate, knowing that the answer is going to annoy him. Pero had taken it upon himself to look after you and your apartment, wanting always to make sure that you were cared for and safe. You had chalked it up to the fact that you live alone and Pero was just being a good neighbor, but the true meaning was something that still lived deep inside Pero’s chest.

You bite your lip as you lean against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Um, a little bit. I told the landlord about it.”

Pero huffs out a dry laugh. “He is an idiot, I’ve told you this.”

Smiling, you let your gaze roam across Pero’s body as he takes a large wrench to the pipes. His ever-present jeans were slung low on his hips and his t-shirt was riding up as he went about fixing the leak. You stare unabashedly at the slice of his torso that is visible, his golden skin dusted with dark hair that disappears below his belt. You chastise yourself for thoughts that play through your head as you realize Pero is saying your name.

“What?” you say, startled out of your daydream.

“I said I can fix this today, just give me a few minutes. Perhaps you should make yourself some coffee, chica?” He doesn’t wait for a response before he is clanging around and cursing under his breath. You take one last look at him before heading into the kitchen to find some breakfast and the largest cup of coffee you can manage.

You move through your familiar morning routine, only this time it’s doubled. Double the amount of eggs, double the slices of toast, double the amount of coffee beans dumped into the grinder. You’re watching the coffee beans spin around and around into dust, lost in thought about how domestic it feels and trying very hard to ignore the warmth that is spreading through your chest.

You’ve got the coffee percolating when you sense a presence behind you. “Sink is fixed.”

Spinning around, you smile at him and open your mouth to express your thanks, but the look on his face stops you in your tracks. His eyes are dark, his normal scowl even deeper than usual.

“Why didn’t you let me know sooner, preciosa?” Pero asks with a frown. “I told you I should be your first call when something goes wrong.” He walks towards you, stopping only a step away.

This is a new term of endearment, and it coupled with his proximity makes you feel like your heart is beating in your throat. You look up at him and mumble something about not wanting to be a bother, which makes his frown soften.

He sighs and moves in even closer, watching closely for any sign that he is making you uncomfortable. “You are never a bother to me. Anything you need, I am yours.” He says it like a promise, a pledge. You have been working your way into his heart for some time now, but seeing you stand there in your pajamas, sleep-mussed and soft and worried about bothering him, his feelings for you are dangerously close to spilling out.

You take in a deep breath, the faint smell of him filling your senses. You don’t know what it’s like to truly feel cared for, having left a bad family situation at a young age. You were independent and sufficient, but it felt unexpectedly comforting to know that someone had your back in this world. You can feel your cheeks warm as you tentatively wrap your arms around him, resting your head against his chest.

Although you can’t see it, Pero’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. He can’t remember the last time he was hugged like this, having also not been shown much care by others in his life. He gathers you close in his arms and holds you to him, one hand splayed across your back and the other cradling the back of your head.

Both of you stay like this, unmoving, for who knows how long. Pero finally feels you shift in his arms and he is already lamenting the end of your hug. But to his surprise, you don’t pull away. Instead, you just look up at him with eyes that shine with unshed tears, arms still wrapped around him. He desperately wants to take away whatever pain is buried inside of you, confident that he could shoulder it instead.

“Thank you. For everything. Will you stay for some breakfast?”

“Will you make me your strange egg toast?” he asks, giving you a hopeful smile.

You grin up at him as you nod, each of you pulling apart reluctantly. While you make some gently scrambled eggs and toast, Pero pulls the butter and strawberry jam from the fridge and leaves it next to you, scooting close behind you to pass. He fills two coffee mugs and takes them to the table that is situated in the little corner of the room by the kitchen, folding himself up to fit into the alcove. You’re not far behind with two plates of perfectly toasted wheat bread, slathered with butter and jam, and topped with eggs and black pepper. Pero hums appreciatively as you sit down next to him before digging in with gusto, hunched over his food like he always is.

Chewing in silence, you are hyper-aware of how your thighs are touching under the table, the rough texture of his jeans against your bare legs. You try to focus on your breakfast but all you can think about is how good he smells. Dammit.

In between bites, Pero gestures towards your hair with his fork. “Is this a new style?”

You reach one hand up and feel the mess of hair on top of your head, eyes widening. Pero only smirks at you.

“Well, this is what I look like when someone pulls me straight out of bed. Don’t laugh at me!” you say with a playful slap to his arm.

Pero puts down his fork as the smirk falls from his face, melting into a serious but pensive look. “You always look beautiful, preciosa,” he says softly.

You mirror his action and put your own fork down, turning your body towards him. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears as you place one hand on his arm. “Pero, I…why do you take such good care of me?”

Looking down at where your hand, Pero leans in close to you. He clears his throat and says, “I just want to make sure you’re alright. You…you mean something to me.”

You know the words of this confession are hard for him. He doesn’t say much, electing often to observe instead. Even when he does speak he tends to lean into sarcasm or dry humor. But these soft words are laden with so much emotion and honesty that you are fearful he might put back up those walls of his if you say the wrong thing.

He’s just staring at your hand on his arm, still as stone. You slowly lift your hand from his forearm to his cheek, tilting his head up slightly so that he can see you when you say the words he desperately needs to hear.

“I care about you, too. So much. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Pero turns his head and presses a kiss into your palm, eyes never leaving yours. His soul is laid bare before you, a look in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. That deep secret, the one he has kept shoved down in his chest, is bubbling out of him and he knows there is no turning back if he takes that next step forward.

You smile softly and he’s done for. He meant what he said before: he is yours.

He leans forward and kisses you, lips slotted against your own. He tastes like coffee and strawberry jam and is tugging you as close to him as possible, communicating through his kiss everything he still can’t say. Your hands are in his hair and gripping his shoulders, clutching the soft grey fabric of his shirt in your fists.

You break apart to breathe, resting your forehead against his. His hands run up and down your thighs, enraptured by the feel of them under his hands and the thrill that he is allowed to touch you at all. “Maybe we can go somewhere not so cramped?” he suggests.

Looking over at Billie’s long limbs stretched out on the couch, you know better than to think she will move out of the way. You take a risk and stand up, coming around to pull Pero up by the hand and lead him back towards your bedroom. He follows dutifully, gripping your hand tightly and almost running into you when you stop at the foot of your bed.

You turn to look at him and say with nervous sincerity, “We don’t have to do anything, I just…think it might be nice to…lie together? It’s still early.”

Pero leans down to kiss you again before kicking off his shoes. You nod at him to take one side of the bed while you take the other, meeting each other in the middle. He stares at you, all signs of his normally grumpy demeanor absent. You turn away from him and pull his arm across your body, urging him to scoot behind you. He does so without another word, just a kiss placed behind your ear as he rests his hand across your stomach. Normally you would feel self-conscious about this action, but he just makes you feel…safe. Secure. Cared for.

Neither one of you expected this, and yet you both realize this is exactly what you’ve been building towards with each other. The movie nights spent gravitating towards each other, the way you both register and recall each other’s idiosyncrasies, the accidental touches that were never truly accidental. Tenderness is something that has been in short supply for both of you, so to have this moment now seems so intimate that you almost feel like crying.

A lump forms in your throat and almost immediately Pero seems to notice. “Preciosa, are you alright?”

You nod and nuzzle back into him, letting his warmth envelop you. His hand skims your torso, down and up again, over and over, softly grazing just under your tits and back down across the swell of your hips. He stops at the hem of your shirt, toying with it between two fingers. A silent ask, without pressure or expectation, to take it further.

You help guide his hand to lift the shirt until he finds the waistband of your shorts.

“Are you sure?” he says lowly.

You twist so that your lips can meet his, your hand tangling in his dark brown curls. “Positive,” you whisper back.

Settling back against his broad chest, you shift your hips so that Pero can easily work his fingers down to your core. He does so gently, trailing one finger across your folds where he finds you warm and wanting.

“Oh, preciosa, will you let me take care of you? So wet for me,” he says as he teases your entrance.

“God, please,” you beg, unashamed at how much you want him. You can feel him growing hard behind you as he seeks some friction against your ass, zipper pressed against his throbbing cock.

He heeds your plea and slides one of his large fingers into you, curling slightly as his thumb skims over your clit. You arch against him, gasping at the sensation. He murmurs soothing phrases in Spanish in your ear, drawing his finger in and out of you before adding a second. He creates his own tantalizing rhythm; thrusting, scissoring, curling with his fingers while his thumb rubs against your swollen clit in between. The sounds your wet pussy is making coupled with the soft moans he is pulling from you make him so hard he thinks he might come right in his pants.

But for now, this is about you. He needs to communicate how he can care for you and love you without having to say the words; he is a man of action and he isn’t ready to utter those syllables yet although he knows the feeling is already there. So he repeats his ministrations, building and building until he curls and rubs together at just the right moment, making you see stars behind your eyelids and call out his name.

The way your cunt flutters around his fingers has him craving the same feeling around his cock. He lets you ride out your orgasm, holding you tight to his body, letting you feel how turned on you make him. When he pulls his fingers from you, you turn around to face him and throw your leg over his hips, letting his denim-clad dick rub against your sensitive sex.

You kiss him over and over again, eagerly obliging when his tongue begs for access to your mouth and squealing when he grabs a handful of your ass to grind himself against you.

“You know, Pero, if this is how it’s going to be you’re welcome over here as early as you want,” you say with a smile, kissing his nose and laughing as he scrunches up his face at you.

“If we’re going to have early mornings, it might just make sense if I stay the night. No commute that way,” he says.

“Good idea,” you say with a kiss before Pero grabs hold of you and tugs you up so that you are fully straddling him.

“By the way, don’t think I didn’t notice since the moment I walked in that you’re not wearing a bra,” he says, pulling you down to kiss along your neck.

“Oh god,” you say as you feel your cheeks warm with equal parts embarrassment and arousal. “I should really put on something sexier for our first time. Lingerie or at least a cute bra.”

He grunts in disagreement. “As if you’re not the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen? I want you just as you are.”

You roll your eyes, but he spends the rest of the day proving it to you. And every day after that.

A/N: Yes, I make eggs and egg sandwiches like that. With any jam, really. You should try it! Good with white cheddar too...

#pero tovar #pero tovar x f!reader #pero tovar x reader #the great wall #fluffy fluff #with a bit of smut #as a treat #pedro pascal character fanfiction #i'll never stop writing him just as soft as can be

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f1nalboys · 3 years

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Okay, okay! So I love your poly!Ghostface dark/angst, but I wanna see you do some poly!Ghostface dark/fluff too(if that's a thing?)! Still unhealthy/toxic relationship, but one where their feelings are at least actually true and genuine. Trio vs the World shit. Best Friends to Lovers blah blah blah cause you know Im a slut for that lmao. NSFW too if you're willing 👀

AHH so glad I finally got to this request I'm sorry it took me so long :(( HOWEVER i had fun writing it!! i really hope you enjoy (ps, no smut unfortunately i tried to add it and it was coming out wrong ahhh) flashbacks are italicized!

WORD COUNT: 2352

WARNINGS: toxic relationship, kinda cute moments between the three of you, cursing, little bit of stalking, threats of violence, no nsfw because i was a little lazy sorry :,(

Had someone told you five years ago that you'd be dating not only Billy Loomis but Stu Macher as well, you’d have laughed straight in their face. And yet here you were, curled up on the couch between the two, your legs thrown over Billys and your head resting on Stu’s shoulder, watching a horror movie. You smile softly as you feel Billy’s hand grip your thigh slightly. He never seemed to realize he was doing it which made it even cuter.

“Remember the day I met you guys?” You question, head moving off of Stu’s shoulder when he turns to look at you. He gives you a goofy grin and nods, kissing the tip of your nose. “Sure, baby. Why?”

“Did you think we would have gotten together? Like, back then?”

“Definitely,” Billy says, poking his finger into your side. You raise an eyebrow at him, catching his hand and holding it in your lap. He sighs, grinning slightly. “Alright, maybe not the day we met, but I knew pretty soon. Why? What’s got you thinking about it?”

You shrug, not really sure yourself. Something about the situation you three were in at the moment made your mind drift to those few awful god damn weeks. “You two really sucked then, you know? Honestly, I’m surprised I didn't kill you both.”

Stu gasps, throwing himself back with a hand on his heart. You roll your eyes; ever the dramatic. “You would have hurt us? I can’t believe this… the betrayal!” You elbow him and he sits back up, laughing, and wraps his arms around you, planting a few sloppy kisses onto your neck.

“We weren’t even that bad, babe.” Billy says, eyes widening as you glare at him.

“Not that bad? Do I need to remind you of the first thing you said to me when we met?” You shoot back, sitting up closer to Stu. You had already forgiven the two for how they acted then, but that doesn’t mean you can’t give them a hard time.

The first day you met Billy and Stu, it had started out good. You still didn’t have many friends but that was perfectly okay with you. You were sat in the grass outside one of the buildings where your next class was held, waiting. Thirty more minutes and you got to go to math; yay. You were leaned up against a tree, headphones in, trying to relax, when two men stood in front of you. They were pretty cute. One was tall, wearing a thin sweater and a goofy grin, while the other was shorter with dark hair and a smirk. The tall one's mouth moves and you pull your earbuds out, about to apologize for not hearing him, when the shorter one speaks.

“Pretty stupid to wait for someone to talk to you before taking your headphones out.” His smile was still there but it was clearly masking his annoyance. Your eyebrows raise in surprise at the gall of this dude. You don’t even know him and he thinks he’s owed a conversation?

“Excuse me?”

“What? You’re deaf and a bitch?” The taller one slaps the back of his head immediately and he grumbles, rubbing the soreness. You scoff, shaking your head, fuming. Was it just this dude or were most people here dicks? You didn't want to find out.

You stand, grabbing your bag and pushing past the two, heading towards the building. Your eyes instantly roll into the back of your head when you hear the sound of footsteps behind you. “Hey, I’m sorry about him, really. That’s how he jokes and sometimes it comes across as mean. I’m Stu and he’s Billy.”

Stopping in your tracks you turn to face Stu, the taller one, and take a second to think of a response. Glancing over at Billy, who had finally caught up with you, you can see what resembles regret on his features. “Well, he didn’t come across as mean, he came across as an asshole.”

Stu laughs, nodding. Billy shrugs, giving you that same weak smile he had shown when he approached. You shrug your backpack up higher onto your shoulder, the weight of it starting to get to you, when Billy grabs ahold of it and yanks it off of you. “What the hell? Give me my shit back!”

“Least I can do is to carry it for you. You going to class?” He asks. It’s like he wasn’t taking no for an answer. You give a large sigh and nod, silently thankful for the weight off your shoulders. “Which building?”

“Sycamore.” He nods and begins to walk there, you and Stu trailing behind him. “Is he always so...?” You ask Stu under your breath, trailing off, unsure of a word that could describe the man. He grins and nods. “Annoying? Mean? Stubborn? Yes, yes, and yes.”

Billy groans at the memory, annoyed. He hated when you brought that up. “I told you I was just having an off day! Come on, you’re acting like Stu didn’t offend you too! Do you not remember when you got food with us, like, that night?” Stu punches Billy in the shoulder hard, pissed that he had brought it up.

“Oh yeah! I kinda forgot about how much of a dickhead Stu was,” You say, leaning back against the couch. It really was a shock your relationship with the boys got to where it was now.

Billy and Stu followed you around all day. It seemed they were trying to apologize for Billy’s attitude earlier but, if you were being honest, it was kind of unnerving. After your math class, where they had walked you inside the building and only left when the professor came in, you saw them waiting outside under the tree you had been at.

“Can you guys stop following me?” You had told them the third time you noticed them, this time at the small diner you stopped by after your last class. Stu’s face turned red and he looked behind him as if there was someone else you could be talking about. “Yeah, you two.”

“We wanted to apologize for earlier,” Billy said, motioning for you to join them at their table. You had to choose which one to sit next too and, after your not-so-pleasant meeting with Billy that morning, you sat next to Stu. He sticks his tongue out at Billy who rolls his eyes.

“You already apologized. It’s getting kind of creepy.” You say, placing your elbow on the table. Before the boys could respond, the waitress walks over, placing down their drinks. She flashes you a smile and takes your order, walking off with a sway in her hips, much to the boy's enjoyment.

Stu throws an arm over your shoulder and you shrug him off, ignoring the pained look he gives you. “We just wanted to make sure you really knew we were sorry! Billy here never acts right around a hottie,”

“Stu you fucking idiot.” Billy spits, throwing something at him. Stu laughs, holding his hands up in mock surrender. Billy looks at you and gives you what looks like a real, genuine smile. “Sorry about him; he can’t seem to think with his upstairs brain.”

“Don’t need to when my downstairs one leads me to be sitting next to a smoke show,” Stu says, holding his hand out to you for a high five. Your face flushes and you ignore him, scooting away from him slightly. He was cute, sure, but way too forward. “What? Can’t compliment people anymore?”

“Not when your compliments are preceded by stalking.” You mutter, a part of you hoping he doesn’t hear it. Unfortunately, he does. You see his face change in your peripheral vision and your eyes flick over to Billy. He grins at you, sitting back in the booth, and taking a sip from his drink. He was enjoying this.

“Stalking? You’re fucking with me, right?” His rant is cut short by the return of the waitress who hands you your drink and places the food the boys had ordered onto the table, completely oblivious to your discomfort. She leaves and Stu grabs a fry from his plate, chewing loudly. “We’re not fucking stalking you - trust me, there are better ways to spend our time.”

Billy throws his balled up straw wrapper at Stu, catching his attention, and you let out a soft sigh of relief when Stu’s demeanor changes. He was back to smiling and laughing as if he hadn’t just been attempting to tear you to shreds. “Sorry about that… I’m pretty tired, that’s all.” Stu says, playing with his fingers.

“S’okay, I guess.”

“Why don’t you let us take you on a date? You know, as an apology?” Billy chimes in and Stu grins, nodding. A large part of yourself was screaming no. There was something off about these boys, something dark just under the surface, but you were intrigued. And so you smile.

“Yeah, I guess you two can do that.”

Billy had his arms wrapped around you, laughing at the excuses Stu was stammering out. He was obviously getting frustrated at the memory and you opened your arms to let him join in on the cuddling.

“You know, I really am glad we stuck together. I don’t know what I’d do if it were for our nightly cuddle sessions,” You say, your words muffled by Stu’s sweater. He pulls back and gives you a kiss, Billy swooping in to take one from him as well.

“Yeah, I don’t know what I’d do without our fuck sessions,” Stu hums and you groan, punching him in the shoulder. What a way to ruin the moment. “Wait, let’s not act like you were a saint in all of this! I remember you being pretty awful at one point.”

“What?! No way!”

Billy nods, tickling your sides for a second. “Sure were, babe.”

Two months into the relationship was your breaking point. You really did like, if not love, the boys and yet you were still an outsider. Walking into the shared apartment just for their whispered conversations to stop. Late nights spent in the living room with hushed voices while you tried to sleep. You felt as though you only knew a portion of the two people you had come to like; no, love.

You admit it was petty. It wasn’t the right thing to do in any circumstance, but you did it because you knew it would get a reaction. You had packed a bag and sat in the living room. You wanted them to see you leave. Wanted them to see how much their secrecy had taken. You had been together only a short while and yet you felt so at home with them that the idea of actually leaving, of breaking it off, nearly tore you apart.

The door opens and in enters Billy and Stu, wrapped up in their own conversation. Stu waves at you, carrying on before realizing what he had just seen. “Babe? What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving.” Your voice was confident, not a waver in sight, and you knew it was because you weren’t planning on leaving. Some would call it manipulation, sure, but you were backed into a corner. Stu’s mouth drops open and Billy stares at you, his eyes narrowed.

“What? What do you mean you’re leaving? What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Stu rushes to sit down next to you on the couch, not wanting to accept the idea that you were leaving them on your own volition. His arms wrap around yours and you shove him off. “Babe?”

You shake your head, standing from your spot on the couch, grabbing ahold of the bag. Billy was still standing near the door, his arms crossed, watching you. “Don’t call me that. The two of you… It’s like I’m not even in this relationship. I’m an outsider with the two people I love and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.”

“Where the hell is this coming from?” Billy questions, grabbing ahold of your arm when you try to walk past him. His voice is thick and you could see the vein in his forehead throbbing. He was angry and you hate to admit it but that’s exactly what you were hoping for.

For the next two hours the three of you talk about your relationship and the future of it. Stu cried, you cried, Billy sniffled a few times, and then you came to an agreement. No more secrets. They told you things that they hadn't told anyone before that they hid behind a vague threat of ‘once you hear this you’re stuck with us,’ and you told them things you had planned on taking to your grave. To say you weren’t shocked at what they told you would be a lie.

Murder wasn’t what you thought they were capable of and especially not murder so gruesome. But, oddly, you felt better about being with them. They trusted you, loved you, enough to let you know their biggest and darkest secret. And you loved it.

Knowing they wouldn’t hesitate to kill for you was a major turn on, which they soon found out.

“Wow, I really was kind of horrible, wasn’t I.” You mutter as Billy recounts the memory with a few interruptions by Stu. You didn’t remember it that way but the more they talked the more you could tell they were being honest. “Well, good thing we stuck together, hm? Would have been pretty bad if we hadn’t.”

“Yeah because we would have killed you,” Billy whispers into your ear and you shiver. He’s telling the truth and that’s what makes the relationship the way it is; they choose to be with you, to keep you around, to love you. “Yeah, we would have given you a call a while ago,” Stu says, his finger making a slicing motion across your neck.

You roll your eyes not because you don’t believe them but because you do. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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dearjamesxo · 3 years

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[drabble under cut]

They’re on their way to wish Bea luck when it happens.

Billy, Spike and Jessie trudge against the midafternoon crowd, Spike boasting a story from his childhood – no doubt exaggerated to the moon to impress Jessie. Billy listens with half an ear, hands stuffed in his pockets and eyes on the ground. He doesn’t react when someone bumps into him.

“He’s in a mood,” Jessie teases to Spike when Spike tries, for the fourth time, to include Billy in the conversation.

Spike snorts, “I can see that. Which is why I’m trying to cheer ‘im up.” He sidles into Billy’s space, claps a friendly hand on Billy’s shoulder and asks, “Come on, mate, who shoved that monumental stick up your arse?”

Billy’s jaw twitches. He tucks his chin into his chest and hunches further into himself, hoping to relay how much he doesn’t want to talk about it.

“Is it the whole we’re not good enough tripe?” Spike questions, rolling a hand in the air to encompass the tripe he’s referring to. “Because the way I look at it, we got lucky. Who wants to go to a stuffy old ball anyway?” Spike’s tone suggests he does, but Billy refrains from pointing it out, “Let Bea and the good doctor go and deal with all that crap, while we—” He leans back and grins across the breadth of Billy’s shoulders, winks at Jessie, “—get to enjoy ourselves!”

Billy doesn’t respond, simply shrugs and keeps his pace, his shoulder colliding with another man’s. Again, Billy doesn’t even seem to register that the man told him to, watch where yer goin’!

Yes, Billy’s in a mood, definitely, but it doesn’t have anything to do with Bea or Watson or the ball Spike mentioned. In fact, it was Billy’s idea to go find Bea before Watson collects her at Mrs. Smith’s shoppe.

As usual, Watson’s swanning Bea off to perform for another investigation, some undercover business that apparently, “Only Beatrice has the maturity and patience to pull off,” thanks for the confidence, “the rest of you will merely serve to attract unwanted attention.” As if Bea done up like a gateau de savoie won't attract attention. Although Bea has learned to carry herself less woodenly than she did, she isn't exactly graceful when laced into a gown. Jessie's the better candidate, equipped with supernatural powers to boot, but Watson's mind was made up. Besides, Billy's noticed that he and Bea have some sort of connection; they seem to get each other in a way that leaves everyone else behind.

Howbeit, Watson’s condescending remark isn’t what gets Billy’s dander up either. That honor goes to His Royal Highness, Prince I-Have-To-Escort-Helena. Not that Billy wants to go through the trouble of pampering and primping for a ball he’s sure he’ll hate every minute of. But Leo could’ve at least had the courtesy to pretend he was regretful, since he already has so much experience pretending to be something he isn’t.

Billy scowls at his shoes, kicks a pebble harder than he means to. He ducks his head and picks up his pace when he hears a strangled yelp and sees, from the corner of his eye, a man clasp his ankle and hop on one foot.

Oops.

It’s then that the short hairs at the back of his neck rise, his scalp tingles, the sensation of being watched shivering up Billy's spine. He lifts his chin and, immediately, his gaze is drawn to the end of the street.

“Isn’t that—?” Jessie starts, tugging Billy’s wrist to get his attention. Then, much quieter, under her breath, “Oh,” as if she's figured something out.

Billy yanks his wrist out of her light grasp and squares his shoulders, ignorant of the utterly baffled Spike sends Jessie behind his back. “Wait here,” he gruffs and stalks toward the end of the street. Or more precisely, toward who lingers there.

“We’ll meet you!” Spike calls after him and wraps an arm around Jessie. She tries to resist, head craning, but Spike guides her down the cross street in the direction of Mrs. Smith’s shoppe.

Like a wolf preparing to lunge, Billy stalks toward Leo, expression hard and fists clenched. Leo returns the sentiment with a rigid, neutral set to his features, stare unwavering. Billy inwardly chastises himself for the heat of desire that rushes through him upon seeing Leo. No matter how pissed he is with the prince, Billy can never deny how attractive Leo is like this, all lofty courage and attitude, golden against the smutty backdrop of the Marylebone rookery. God, Billy wants to strip Leo of his finery, fuck him until he remembers who he really belongs to. And it isn't, Billy thinks in a possessive growl, Helena.

Theirs will never be a public romance, a reality Billy understood from the start, only it didn't feel so impossibly cruel until the moment Leo casually mentioned he would be attending the very ball Bea and Watson would with Helena on his arm. As if he wasn't lounging between Billy's legs, his back to Billy's chest, his fingers laced with Billy's. It never ceases to amaze Billy how terrible Leo is at reading a room because Jessie's discomfited expression alone should've been a clue that something wasn't right. Even so, Billy kept his mouth shut because he's supposed to be fine with it, isn't he?

Easier said than done, Billy knows now.

As much as they - Billy and Leo and Leo and Helena - have an agreement, it still cuts deep when Billy has to step aside so Leo can appease his mother by flaunting the person society deems Leo's best match.

“What’re you doing here?” Billy demands to know the instant he’s within earshot.

Leo flinches slightly, then musters the confidence to say, “I’d like to have a word.”

“With your side piece?” Billy mocks disbelief, “I’ll bet.”

“Billy, please, if you would just listen—”

Billy’s in front of Leo now, standing at the closeness he’s grown accustomed to since he and Leo became he and Leo. He didn’t mean to narrow the distance so quickly, wants to hold on to the anger because it’s easier, except that to put himself anywhere else in Leo’s orbit feels intrinsically wrong.

“Better make it quick, your highness,” Billy sneers, “I’m sure your lady doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

“For goodness’ sake,” Leo erupts through gritted teeth, though his tone maintains a respectable volume as propriety demands, “I’m not going.”

This stops Billy's mounting rage in its tracks, all at once replaced with a confusion that shows itself on Billy's face. A simple “What?” tumbles out of his mouth as he frowns at Leo as if Leo told him the sky is actually green.

“I’m not going.” Leo repeats.

Billy grabs Leo by the upper arm and drags him out of the middle of the crowded street, into a narrow lane that separates the butcher’s and an Indian-owned tearoom. Leo doesn’t resist, allows Billy to manhandle him, and stops moving altogether when Billy pushes him against the brick wall just inside the lane. Suddenly, Billy’s flooded with concern.

“What happened?” Because it has to be something awful if Leo can shirk his responsibility for the evening. “Is Helena alright?”

Leo’s brows furrow, eyes flickering between Billy’s, down to hover on Billy’s mouth before they slip to the ground where they remain. He huffs a humorless laugh, “Helena’s fine, you massive boor.” and slumps against the wall Billy has him pinned to by the shoulders, defeat obvious in his posture.

“Then what—?”

“It’s you!”

Well, that can't be right. Leo's never missed an engagement his mother's insisted upon for Billy in the weeks they've been, well, them. Billy has to make sure, “Me?”

Gesturing helplessly with one hand, Leo explains, “How can I go and act as though I care about anything my mother’s contemporaries have to say when all I can think about is you, here, upset with me?” A tiny smile curls Billy’s mouth, “I love you, you idiot.” Leo says as though he's said it a thousand times - he hasn't, this is the first and Leo doesn't appear to notice he's shared such an important declaration in the middle of a rant. Billy wants to say it back all the more for it. “Helena made a fuss when I told her, practically pushed me out the window so I would come find you.”

Floating on a wave of giddiness, assuaged by Leo's words, Billy remembers how much he likes Helena. Helena who has her Henrik in Münster and swore not to intrude on Leo's relationship with Billy as long as Leo issues her the same respect.

Billy leans in and places his forehead against Leo’s, hands sliding from Leo’s shoulders to cradle Leo’s jaw, resting the pads of his thumbs gently at the corners of Leo’s mouth. A small chuckle escapes him, unable to contain it, and Billy shuffles forward to press their bodies flush from waist to hips to knees, fondly brushes the tips of their noses, then tilts his head and captures Leo’s lips in a sweet yet hot-hungry kiss.

When he pulls back, he wonders, “Or maybe it’s Helena I should be thanking?” He hooks a thumb over his shoulder, smiling playfully, “Should I be kissing her instead?”

Eyes in grumpy, feline slits, Leo protests, “Don’t you dare.”

“Mm, you’re right, she’s really not my type.”

Abruptly, Billy untangles himself from Leo, bends enough to grab Leo by the back of the thighs and lifts. Leo cries out shrilly, startled, the action forcing his legs to wrap around Billy’s waist and his arms to lock around Billy’s neck. Cackling, Billy pins Leo with his body, his fingers kneading the sensitive flesh just below Leo’s arse, eliciting a moan that he swallows greedily.

“Is this really the appropriate time?” Leo pants, throwing his head back when Billy grinds their hips together, making them both groan.

“Not even a little bit.”

As Billy leans in for another kiss, Leo interrupts by putting two fingers to Billy's lips. “Perhaps,” He says, voice pitched suggestively, “We should take this elsewhere,” Here, Leo kitten licks Billy’s parted lips, darts his tongue into Billy's mouth quickly, moves on to dot Billy’s jaw with a trail of dry kisses. He reaches Billy's ear and continues in a whisper, “Somewhere you can spread me open,” A nip to Billy’s earlobe, “And show me what happens when I upset you?”

Billy's cock twitches in interest. He takes in Leo’s pink cheeks and glassy, blown eyes, decides, “Sounds like a marvelous idea.”

In a swift sequence of motions, Billy drops Leo to his feet, carefully repositions him, crouches, and then hoists Leo over his shoulder. Spike was right, Billy grins, patting the swell of one of Leo's arse cheeks in victory, who wants to go to a stuffy old ball, anyway?

#The Irregulars #netflix #Billy x Leo #Billy/Leo #Billypold #Billy #Billy (The Irregulars)#Leo #Leopold #Leo (The Irregulars)#drabble #writing #my writing #photo prompt

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lesbianlovelanguage · 4 years

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YOUTUBER AU I’m such a fucking sucker for those. It can be anything you want really. Maybe they are friends doing a challenge or something and they end up kissing (or more ;)) or they could meet each other at like a creator even and take a pic together and everyone starts to ship them... :)

HI! Anon I am so sorry, life has been *general handwaving* a MESS. But, I’ve finally gotten most of my shit together and look! A fic! Finally!!! I hope you enjoy two ridiculous boys being ridiculous.

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“You guys asked for it, and here it is. The explanation to Bendy and the Ink Machine! Now, I’ve watched a ton of playthroughs of this, especially The RatKing’s, as well as played through it myself, and I think I’ve got it.”

Such a simple statement, it made it through both of the editors as well as Steve and Dustin themselves without raising any red flags. But as with everything, once it had been released on the internet it became fuel for fans to break apart and over analyze.

The comments started pouring in, the standard mix of support and people trying to break apart his theory. But one comment in particular would stand out and begin something so much bigger than itself.

Twenty minutes after Steve had pressed upload, someone with the username Random Hoe posted a comment saying Awe! A collab between you and Billy would be totes amazing!! While an innocent comment in itself, it began to pick up steam as people ranted and demanded for the two popular youtubers to interact more. It turned from video ideas to outright shipping within two hours, and only five hours after the video had been up, people began tagging Steve on Twitter with everything from edited screen grabs to fanart and video edits, all about Steve and Billy’s secret yet undying love for each other.

Steve had almost quit Youtube as the fanbase for what had been dubbed “Stilly” steadily grew and became all the more ravenous. There were less and less comments and reactions to his theories, whether movie, video game, or even book related, and more and more comments about how he needed to do a collab with Billy ASAP, and how he’s queerbaiting, and how it’s okay to come out, it was 20Gayteen after all. He had tried to do damage control, but it only made things worse.

And then someone showed Billy, and Steve not only wanted to quit Youtube, but also crawl under a rock.

Billy’s only reaction to someone sending him a picture of Steve and Billy during a live stream was “Nice art, like the hair,” but Steve could have sworn his mouth twitched down in a grimace before Billy recovered his composure.

But Dustin had convinced Steve to keep going, and with two months of no recognition or new content, the frenzy of Stilly shipping died down. It never disappeared, but no one sent anymore art to Billy and stopped tagging Steve in all of their posts. That had been in February.

Vidcon was in June, and Stilly was the least of Steve’s worries. He’d been asked to host a panel on the new game show he and Dustin had begun hosting on Youtube TV about pop culture trivia, and then host a live episode with various Youtube guests as competitors. It promised to be relatively simple, a simple explanation of the origin and behind-the-scenes and a simple Q&A session followed by what he spent every Thursday doing for the past two months. And it was, him and Dustin breezing through the panel bouncing off of each other and the first round of Did You Know? You Don’t Say? flying by as the famed beauty guru aced almost every question. But once the second guest stepped on stage, Steve knew it was all going to go to shit.

Because Billy Hargrove, The Rat King himself, swaggered out on the stage in flip flops and an Everlast crop top and flopped into the contestant’s chair with a smirk. Steve froze, mouth suddenly drier than a desert.

Luckily, Dustin didn’t even stutter. “Ah! The next victim. Should we go easy on him?” He waggled his eyebrows as he asked the audience. The audience shouting brought Steve out of his daze, and with a shake of his head, he turned and spread his arms out wide.

“Well then, let’s begin. So, Billy, Do you know what the rarest MnM color is?”

The cocky smirk melted off of Billy’s face, replaced by one of thoughtful determination. He’s silent for only a moment before he looks up and says, “Brown, like your eyes, Pretty Boy.” Steve feels his pale skin flush with heat, but he coughs and tries to play it off.

“Quite the charmer there, Rat King. Luckily, your lines are actually true. One point! Let’s see it!” He calls out and then looks behind him to the television screen currently displaying the scoreboard. A large blocky 1 appears and the audience cheers.

“Alrighty then,” Dustin says after the crowd dies down. “Next question. Billy, Do you know the original name of Istanbul?” Billy chuckles, and shakes his head.

“Easy. Constantinople.”

Dustin fake pouts and looks over to Billy. “None of that Rat King charm for me?” The audience laughs, and Billy chuckles before throwing a wink at Dustin.

“Not quite old enough to ride this ride, bud.”

Dustin scoffs and shakes his head, making the curls bounce around wildly. “Whatever you say, old man. You did get it right by the way. Let me see another point!” Dustin mimics Steve and gestures towards the scoreboard which now shows a big, white 2.

“Your turn, Pretty Boy. Give me something hard.”

“Alright. Let’s see.” Steve pretends to look over his notes before seeing the perfect question. “So, Billy, Do you know which two American states don’t observe daylight savings time?” Billy stares blankly at Steve. This was the final question in their lineup, but he had asked for a hard question.

Luckily, Billy recovers quickly and clears his throat before giving another chuckle. “Damn, I know I said give me a hard one, but I wasn’t expecting that. I’m gonna go with Hawaii and Alaska?” Steve shakes his head and gives a small sigh.

Dustin gives a little cheer, and then runs over to a table off to the side of the stage where they have a cue card that the contestant has to read off of if they lose. It was Dustin’s idea, the You don’t say? part of the title. It’s his favorite part of the show, because they get to see their contestants say some ridiculous things.

“Well, unfortunately, that was incorrect,” Steve announces over the booing audience. “And, following the rules, you now have to read whatever is on this card.” Dustin hands Billy the cue card with a wicked grin.

Billy sighs and flips over the card. There’s a moment of silence as he reads over what the card says, and then he looks up at Steve and clears his throat.

“Would a Pretty Boy want to go out with me?” He says in a clear voice, gaze never leaving Steve’s.

Suddenly too many things for Steve to process happen at once. He feels the heat return to his cheeks and his mouth dry out again, the audience goes wild, and a buzzer sounds, signaling that they were out of time for Did You Know? You Don’t Say? Dustin comes through and pushes a frozen Steve off-stage, where Billy is waiting in the wings. With the audience’s weighty gaze gone, the feeling returns to Steve all at once.

“What the hell man? What was that out there?” He hissed at Billy. The man simply shrugs and gives another one of his trademark smirks.

“Just giving the people what they want, Princess. Try to keep up.” And then he turns around, and walks away. Simple as that. Nothing to it.

Steve wants to scream. Fortunately, he and Dustin have been friends for years, and he knows all of Steve’s tics by now. The stagehands shoo them from the wings, and he pulls Steve through one of the backdoors to outside the convention center. Somehow, he also procures a water bottle in the hustle, and hands it to Steve once they’re both sitting on the steps outside. Steve takes the water bottle gratefully and chugs half of it in one long gulp. He pulls it away and wipes at his face before sighing. He seems to deflate, like a balloon losing all of its helium at once, and Dustin puts an arm around him. It’s awkward because he’s shorter than Steve, but it’s still comforting nonetheless.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Dustin asks quietly.

“I- I’m so stupid. For just a second I thought it was real, but why would it be? What would someone like him see in someone like me?” Dustin lets out a huff before pulling away and turning towards Steve.

“Steve, buddy, pal o’ mine. You’re an idiot. If anything, he doesn’t deserve you. He’s a pompous ass for pulling a stunt like that. It’s bullshit.”

“He could have anyone. Between his paycheck and his pecs, he’s one of Youtube’s hottest content creators.”

“Yeah, sure. But for the sake of alliteration, he also lacks personality. The guy’s a huge dick! And he proved it today. He knew that you wouldn’t shut him down and bitch him out on stage, so he thought it would be funny to pull that shit.”

“Yeah, he is kind of just a publicity-seeking asshole, you’re right,” Steve admits, feeling a little better, and a lot angrier. “You know what, Dusty-Poo? I’m gonna find him, and give him a piece of my mind.” He stands up, itching for a fight and knowing who to go find for one.

“Tha-that’s not exactly what I meant but sure! Go knock him down a peg.” Dustin stands up as well and follows Steve back onto the main showfloor.

It takes about twenty minutes to find Billy amongst the crowd but Steve sees him, and locks in like a tiger stalking his prey. Or something cool like that. Thankfully, Steve doesn’t have to make a huge scene as he walks up to Billy and gets in his face.

“You. Me. Conference Room 3. Now,” Steve says, poking a finger in the middle of Billy’s chest to emphasize his point. Billy chuckles, but still follows along as they walk into the empty conference room. Once they clear the doors and Steve hears them swing shut behind them, he turns to Billy.

“Explain. What the fuck was the point of that little,” he wavs his hand around, “stunt you pulled during the game show?”

Billy raises an eyebrow. “Told you Pretty Boy. I gave the people what they wanted.

“So that’s it? It was a publicity stunt?”

“You tell me. You’re the one who started the whole thing,” Billy shoots back, still holding on to an air of nonchalance, but Steve can his patience waning.

“You- you mean the stuff from February? When I happened to mention you in one video? You think I meant for that shitstorm to start, for fun and publicity?”

Billy only shrugs again.

“Okay. Nope. Again, I mentioned your channel one time, as a source. Gave credit where credit was due. I do it for all the channels I watch! I’ve mentioned Nancy’s channel like 8 times, and Jonathan’s too. Never had this shit started with them.”

“They’re married, Steve. Like super married. Of course it wouldn’t. We’re both single, queer youtubers. Of course shit’s gonna stop. Didn’t your agent or whoever look over your video?”

Steve huffs. “Oh yeah, let me just go hire an agent, cause I have such a need for someone to monitor my every move,” Steve snarked. Billy just looked at him like he had failed to add 2 and 3.

“You’re telling me you, part of one of the biggest channels on Youtube, don’t have an agent?”

“We’re not one of the biggest channels, and we’ve never needed one! We’ve got our team of editors and assistants, no need for some agent.”

“Steve,” Billy says patiently, like he was explaining something to a child, “You have over 4 million subscribers. That’s a big channel.”

“We’re still not one of the biggest channels, dipshit.”

“Oh, I'm the dipshit? I didn’t start a fucking fandom frenzy apparently by accident. Because I was smart and got a fucking agent.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“Whatever you say Princess.”

“Stop fucking calling me a princess!” Steve screams, voice booming in the silent conference room. “Why do you do that? Pretty Boy, Princess, Stevie? Just- just stop with the fucking nicknames. It’s not fair.” The second part of his outburst comes out as a whisper, sounding almost desperate.

Billy was at a loss for words, but then again, he had always been more of a man of action.

So he says nothing, only gives a seconds’ thought of what he was going to do, before lunging forward and doing it.

Steve’s next words are muffled as Billy crashes their lips together with absolutely no finesse, teeth clacking. It probably constituted as the worst kiss Billy has ever had, but as he moves back, Steve grabs a fist full of blond locks and pulls him forward. Their

second kiss is far better. By no means is it soft, but that was just par for the course with them wasn’t it?

The kiss comes to a natural ending as they both pull back to breath, before Steve starts to giggle.

“You really need to work on your pick-up lines, Rat King.”

A soft gasp from the doorway cuts off Billy’s retort, and they both turn to see a girl decked out in Youtube merch, including a jacket with the Upside Down Theories logo on it. She had dropped her backpack, and was open-mouthed gaping at the two. Her eyes are as wide as dinner plates as she frantically gathers up her backpack and shoots out of the conference room.

“Chances that this blows up online by tomorrow?” Steve asks, turning to the blond next to him.

“I’m betting in the next two hours, Pretty Boy,” Billy replies.

A wicked smirk creeps onto Steve’s lips as he shrugs and says, “Oops. What was that about getting an agent to help with this stuff?”

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Aside from this taking FOREVER, I hope you guys enjoy this! It was tons of fun to write.

tag team: @lostnoise @gideongrace @stevefuckingharrington @a-magey @catharrington @trashycatarcade @myboyfriendsteve @thesummerof84 @lightsupinthenorth @smashmouth-hargrove (lmk if you would like to be added/removed from the list!)

#tay writes #AGAIN FINALLY #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #youtuber au #anon asks #tons of fun to write!!!

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thehelleniclunarwitch · 5 years

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Obsession (Billy Hargrove)

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Prompts: “They’re coming! Kiss me!” & “You’re mine to own, do you understand?”

Requested by: @fandomfaery

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Billy Hargrove scared the absolute shit out of her. He transferred in as the new kid at the start of the school year last year. He was quick to try and dethrone, your best friend, Steve Harrington, as the king of the school. Billy also intrigued her. He was completely different from anybody else at the school.

Steve and Billy were a year ahead of you. So you were grateful to spend your senior year not being tormented by Billy, but you missed Steve. Throughout the school year, it had become your thing where Steve would pick you up and the two of you would do whatever the two of you got up to.

When summer finally came, Steve tried getting you to take a job at Scoops Ahoy, but you had always been a lifeguard. On the first day of your shift, you wished you had taken Steve up on his offer when you saw that not only was Billy working as a lifeguard but the two of you were paired up on the schedule together.

“Hey, you got it easy,” Heather said.

You looked up at her as you finished applying your sunscreen.

“What do you mean?” You asked her.

“Billy stays to himself. I worked with him last summer. The old ladies fawn over him and he’s a bit of an ass, but he comes in does his duties and leaves. He never flakes out or makes you do all the work,” Heather explained.

“Oh,” You said pushing your sunglasses up into your hair.

Heather continued to go on and on about Billy. You stared at her with wide eyes. You could tell that she was definitely crushing on him.

“I mean if he’s that good of a partner we could switch,” You offered.

Heather beamed at the thought of your idea.

You jumped when an arm fell around your shoulders. You looked up to see Billy standing there with a huge grin on his face.

“Now, why would I allow that to happen? I’ve always wanted to get to know Harrington’s prized possession,” Billy teased.

Heather giggled. You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not his prized possession,” You scoffed pushing his arm off you.

Sensing an argument about to happen, Heather wished you luck and jogged off to meet up with the others before CPR training. Billy stared down at you with his piercing blue eyes.

“I know I’m an ass, but I’ve always been kind to you,” Billy said.

This time it was you who laughed. “Right, teasing me all through my junior year and beating up my best friend is a great way to show how nice you are,”

“Hey, Harrington deserved everything he got,” Billy pointed out.

“Right,” You said as you rolled your eyes.

As you turned away from him to go and join the others for training, Billy grabbed a hold of your arm. You turned back to look at him.

“I think I deserve a chance,” Billy said.

You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“Chance for what?” You asked him.

“To get to know you. Take you out on a date,” Billy said.

Your mouth fell open.

“Wait, what? I thought you hated me,” You said in utter confusion.

Billy’s eyes hardened. “Why would you think that?”

“Billy,” You said softly. “You teased me, taunted me, called me names, and told everyone the only reason why Steve was friends with me because he had hoped to get in my pants,”

“I was saying those things to get a rise out of Harrington,” Billy told you.

“Yeah, well those words hurt me, Billy. I became fearful of you,” You said honestly.

Billy let go of you in shock.

“You’re scared of me?” Billy asked.

“Hey, you two! Come on training is starting soon!” Heather shouted.

“You’ve given me plenty of reasons to be scared of you,” You said before finally walking away from him and joining Heather.

All through CPR training, you could feel Billy’s eyes on you. You did your best to ignore him. You stuck by Heather. She talked enough for the both of you. Tomorrow was the first day of the season. You were on the closing shift with Billy.

At the end of the day, you were walking out of the women’s locker by yourself. Heather, Kate, and Zoe had already dressed and went to hang out with Adam. You were searching through your bag for your Walkman and headphones when you slammed into something hard.

“Oof, sorry,” You mumbled as you looked up to see Billy smirking down at you.

“I was wondering when you’d be coming out of there,” Billy said.

You stood frozen in your spot.

“What do you want from me, Billy?” You asked.

“That right there is a loaded question, but for now I’d like to finish our conversation from earlier,” Billy said.

“There’s nothing else to talk about,” You replied.

“Sure there is. I’d really like to know why you won’t even give me a chance?” Billy asked you.

“I, uh,” You stumbled over the right words.

“Is it because of Harrington?” Billy asked.

“What?” You said.

“Are you Harrington a thing?” Billy asked.

“No! God, I’m sick of people thinking that. You know a boy and a girl can be best friends without there being any romantic feelings,” You snapped.

“Okay, fine, if it’s not because of Harrington then why not?” Billy asked again.

You stood there unsure of what to even say.

“They’re coming! Kiss me!” Billy suddenly shouted.

“Wait, what?” You said in confusion.

“You idiot,” Billy hissed as he slid his arms around your waist and pulled you in close.

You didn’t even have the chance to fight him off or to yell at him. His lips connected with yours. Both of you closed your eyes, you felt yourself sinking into his touch. As you eased up, Billy pulled you in closer and you had no choice but to wrap your own arms around you.

There was giggling and then everything around you went quiet.

“Oh, he was serious,” Zoe said.

“Heather said she wanted to switch shifts,” Katie said.

“Maybe she wanted to keep their relationship private,” Zoe said.

Katie sighed. “I guess we’ll have to tell Heather,”

“Come on before he catches us staring,” Zoe said pulling her friend away.

When Katie and Zoe had disappeared around the side of the building you finally pushed yourself away from Billy. You stood in front of him with wide eyes. Billy stood there heaving as he tried catching his breath.

“What was that!” You exclaimed.

“Just me securing my chance with you,” Billy smirked.

“You piece of-” Your insult was cut off at the sound of Steve honking his horn.

“Harrington is here for you,” Billy grinned.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Eat shit,”

You scooped up your bag that had fallen to the floor and quickly dashed away from Billy. Billy watched you run through the parking lot to where Steve sat parked. He had one of his sister’s annoying friends in the back seat. Billy clenched his fist as he watched you jump into Steve’s arm with a big hug. You ruffled Dustin’s hair before running around to the passenger side.

Billy knew you like the back of his hand. Steve would drive you home where you’d shower and change then three of you would be off to Starcourt Mall and that’s where Billy planned on making you finally realize who you belonged to.

Across town at your place, Steve sat on your bed flipping through some of your comic books while you sat at your vanity brushing your hair. Dustin was admiring vinyl record collection.

“I saw you with Hargrove. Everything okay?” Steve asked.

Your hands were busy braiding your hair as you turned to look at your best friend.

“He wants to take me out on a date,” You answered softly.

The room went dead silent.

“And he also kissed me,” You admitted.

Steve finally sat up. “He’s dead,”

“Steve,” You and Dustin said in a warning tone together.

Steve jumped off the bed, began pacing and ranting. Dustin and you sat there stunned watching him go ballistic over what you had told him.

“Steve,” You said once more.

Your best friend stopped pacing and looked over at you.

“If I didn’t want Billy to kiss me,”

Steve cut you off. “Don’t. Don’t you dare finish that sentence,”

“Come on Steve,” You began.

“Dustin, let’s go downstairs so Y/n can finish getting ready,” Steve said.

You opened your mouth to argue, but Steve and Dustin slipped from your room shutting your door. Sighing, you flopped down on your bed. Billy Hargrove scared the shit out of you. He intrigued you. And you hated to admit that that kiss made you feel butterflies and sent shivers down your spine.

You couldn’t deny that there was something there. That Billy made you feel something. You shouldn’t even have to have Steve’s permission to go on a date with Billy. He was your friend, but he was your best friend and you wanted him to approve. You would just have to work on Steve you of all people could get him to change his mind.

Slipping on a pair of teal leggings you grabbed your long gray sweater and pulled it over your head. You snagged the neon pink belt that Nancy had gotten you for Christmas and wrapped it around your waist. You added a matching pink bow headband to your hair before pulling on your white converse.

Grabbing your bag, you headed down the stairs to meet up with the boys. Steve said nothing to you, but Dustin broke out into a conversation. You were thankful that you wouldn’t have to sit in a silent car all the way to the mall.

At the mall, Dustin made a beeline for Scoops Ahoy to check in with Robin. You grabbed Steve’s arm. He turned back to look at you.

“You’re not mad at me because you're in love with me, are you? I can’t handle a love confession from you,” You asked.

Steve couldn’t help but start laughing. A smile cracked on your face at the sound of his laughter.

“No, I promise no love confession from me,” Steve said.

“Good. I know that you have your issues with Billy. And maybe nothing will come from this date, but I kind of want to say yes to him,” You explained to him.

“Billy is such an asshole,” Steve complained.

“Hey, you had the title of an asshole for a while, you know,” You reminded him.

Steve chuckled.

“I don’t need your permission to agree to this date, but it would make me feel better knowing that you approved,” You said.

Steve sighed.

You squeezed his hand trying to reassure him.

“Fine, but if he pulls anything then I get to kick his ass,” Steve said.

“Harrington, hell would have to freeze over for you to be able to kick my ass,” Billy said from behind them.

The two of you looked over to where Billy stood.

“Hargrove,” Steve snarled.

“Go,” You whispered.

“Y/n,” Steve began.

You gave him a look and he threw one last nasty look to Billy before heading towards Scoops Ahoy.

“I knew you’d come around,” Billy said.

“Or I knew you wouldn’t take no for an answer and figured just to get this done and over with,” You told him.

“Ouch. That hurt,” Billy said.

“Am I wrong?” You asked him.

“I think I’m going to prove you wrong,” Billy said.

“One date, Billy. I don’t think you’re going to be able to change my mind in just a date,” You said.

Billy leaned in super close to you.

“I think you underestimate just how crazy I am for you and that I will stop at nothing to have you as my own,” Billy said.

You gulped as you stared into his blue eyes.

“This is just one date,” You whispered.

“Oh no, sweetheart, this is just the start of us,” Billy said.

You took a small step back away from him, but one of his arms caught you around your waist.

“Billy,” You said softly.

“I hate the saying ‘if a boy teases you that means they like you’, but that’s exactly what was happening between you and me,” Billy said.

“And beating up Steve?” You asked.

“Jealousy. I know it happens to the best of us, but I thought you were crushing on Steve,” Billy admitted.

“But I’m not. He’s my best friend,” You replied.

“I know that now,” Billy said.

“And what if this date doesn’t go so well?” You asked him as he slowly lowered his lips towards yours.

“Then I will have to keep making it up to you until you realize it,” Billy said.

Again you furrowed your brows in confusion.

“Realize what?” You asked him.

“That you’re mine,” Billy growled.

“I belong to nobody,” You said defiantly.

Billy juggled you in his arms bracing you tighter so you had no way to escape.

“Y/n,” Billy said making you look at him.

“Billy,”

“You’re mine to own, do you understand?” Billy asked.

There was a good chunk of you that was yelling at you to run. To kick him in the ball and run as far away as you possibly could get. But there was that bigger part of you that felt excited at the thought of being Billy’s. To kiss him whenever you wanted, to hold his hand, cuddling up in front of the TV, date nights, the whole thing. It excited you but it also scared you.

“Answer me, Y/n. Do you understand?” Billy asked again.

You remained silent.

“I will not ask again,” Billy said shaking you slightly.

“I-I understand,” You stuttered.

Hearing those words finally come from you sent shivers of excitement down Billy’s whole body. He finished leaning in and kissed you. His lips were dominant. He was in full control. That small voice in the back of your mind that had screamed at you to run was being silenced. For some odd reason being in Billy’s arms weirdly felt like being home and you really didn’t want that feeling to ever go away.

#Billy Hargrove #Billy Hargrove x Reader #requested #prompt #Stranger Things #minor characters #Steve Harrington #Dustin Henderson #Heather Halloway

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margoshansons · 5 years

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I Let You Go: s.h.

Steve Harrington x Reader

Part Two of This

Summary: Y/N’s headed off to college, but not before tying up one more loose end on her list.

Request: For many people, but I’m tagging @yessii-i because they were the one who requested it in the first place.

Warnings: angst, swearing, jealousy

Notes: I finally gave in and wrote a part two. But I honestly don’t think I’m going to write a part three because I love this ending. I hope you guys love it too!

It had been weeks since Billy and her broke it off. She chose not to dwell on it, choosing instead to put all of her focus into applying for colleges.

She had gotten into some great ones so far, even NYU. Y/N could honestly say that she was looking forward to getting out of Hawkins.

The town had grown stale, and she was tired of her friends keeping secrets from her. Nancy trying to explain the strange girl Mike was now dating, Jonathan and Will keeping to themselves, even Steve refused to talk to her.

It sucked.

Because she somehow still had feelings for the idiot. Not that she was going to act on them. She left in three days, she still needed to get packed. She still needed to say goodbye.

“Are you sure you’re ready to head to New York?” her mom asked, blocking the doorway to her room.

“Yeah” Y/N chirped from the floor, folding up a pair of jeans, “I’ve never been more stoked to get out of here.”

Her mom shuffled, crossing her arms in an act of nervousness. “Have you said goodbye to everybody yet?”

Y/N paused at the passive-aggressive tone in her voice. “You mean have I said goodbye to Steve yet?”

“You two were best friends Y/N” Mom urged, “I think you should talk to him before you leave.”

Y/N scoffed, pushing the rising nerves back down into her stomach, ignoring the knot that formed. “Why?” She stood up to face her mom, “So he can tell me he doesn’t care anymore? So that he has an actual excuse to ignore me? No thanks.”

She pushed past her parental unit, heading toward the stairs that ran up from the basement, pausing as her mom called to her with one last plea, “At least give him the chance to say goodbye.”

She pushed forward, refusing to think about how much she missed pizza movie nights, refusing to think about how she longed for one of his hugs, refusing to imagine herself in his arms, fingers running through his hair as she tried to convince him to let her braid it. She couldn’t think about those times.

She couldn’t think about their friendship.

Not when she was days away from starting over.

She definitely couldn't think about how long she had been in love with him.

How when she and Billy had sex or made out she imagined Steve instead. How the past year had been hell, because she couldn’t push past her own stupid pride and admit her own feelings for her former friend.

How she only said yes to Billy because he was what Steve had been before he pulled away. How the reason they broke up was that he simply wasn’t enough.

How Steve was the real reason they broke up and Billy never let her forget it.

She couldn’t think about how much it would hurt to leave Hawkins behind without saying goodbye to him. How much she wanted to stay here and do a year of Community just to be with him.

She couldn’t do that to herself. Not when she was so close.

Her sneakers slid against the newly paved parking lot of Starcourt Mall, knowing what had driven her here, but refusing to acknowledge it.

Denial poured into her brain, even as she pushed open the heavy doors of the shopping center, the bright blue and white sign catching her eye long enough to pull her toward the newly built ice cream shop.

“Hi” She breathed, locking eyes with the girl behind the counter. The pretty girl behind the counter. “I’m uh, looking for Steve Harrington, is he here?”

The girl’s eyes scanned Y/N’s body fully before replying to her question, “I wasn’t aware the dingus had friends older than age eleven”

She gulped nervously, “So, he uh, hasn’t mentioned me at all?”

The clerk shook her head, a bored look in her eyes, “Nah, he’s been a bit busy trying to crack secret Russian communications.”

She exhaled, a mirthless chuckle escaping her closed mouth. She chewed on her bottom lip at the realization.

More lies.

More excuses.

More reasons to avoid her.

Well, fuck him then.

“Thanks” Y/N glanced at the clerk’s name tag, “Robin. If you see him, tell him Y/N says to come up with better excuses.”

She spun on her heel, anger knotting itself up in her chest as she strode out of the mall, chiding herself for believing that Steve had changed. For allowing herself to hope.

***

“Hey, dingus!” Robin’s grating voice rang through the sliding window, tearing Steve away from the banana he was eating, “You screwed up big time.”

“With what?” He asked, mouth full, racking his brain for anything he had done to piss Robin off in the past few hours.

Her eyebrow arched, “One of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen walked in here and told you to find better excuses for something.”

Steve scrunched his face in confusion, chowing down on the yellow fruit.

“Said her name was Y/N?”

Steve’s mouth froze. His eyes widened. “Y/N was here?” He asked, food forgotten, “Like here, here?”

Robin nodded.

“Holy shit” He shoved the rest of the fruit down his throat, “Where’d she go?”

Robin shrugged, “Outside, probably back to her car.”

“Holy shit” Steve whispered once again, mouth still full. “Watch the store I gotta go”

“What did you do?”

“Just watch the stupid store!” He urged, launching himself over the counter, sneakers racing toward the expansive parking lot, eyes searching for the ugly color of the chevy that belonged to his best friend.

“Y/N!” He called after her, catching a glimpse of her ponytail. He’d know that hair anywhere.

“Steve?” The girl asked, eyebrows creased in confusion. “I thought you weren’t-”

His lips on hers cut off the statement. The connection sending pleasant shivers down his spine, sending his heart racing, his mind reeling.

Her lips moved against his seamlessly, a culmination of everything the two of them wanted meeting in a single kiss.

He was thrown away from her.

“What the hell Steve?” Y/N yelled, anger ablaze in her eyes, “You can’t just kiss everything better, we aren’t kids anymore.”

Silence filled the space between them, tension blazing.

“That’s not--that’s not what I was doing Y/N.”

His chest writhed as he caught the hurt expression on her face.

“You ignored me for weeks!” She ranted, breathing ragged, “You hide behind excuses, citing babysitting, or work, but here you are, having your co-workers make lame excuses like decoding Russian communications.”

Steve bit his cheek at that last bit, he shouldn’t have trusted Robin with that bit of information. “Whoa, Robin has nothing to do with this, she never even knew you-”

“Like that’s supposed to make me feel better?” Y/N shot back. “Were you ever going to tell me that you found someone or were you just gonna keep it a secret forever?”

Steve stepped back at the accusation, shock inhabiting his body, “Robin and I aren’t--”

“And really? A secret Russian communication? I know you can lie better than that.”

“That part is true” Steve reluctantly admitted, hands on his hips.

Y/N’s eyebrows arched skeptically, “Really? You’ve been entrusted by the government with this big conspiracy and only you can decode this message?”

He stammered, trying and failing to get words out. When she put it that way it did seem like he had been making up the instances of the past three years up. “Minus the government interference, yeah.”

She scoffed, the lazy gesture throwing a dagger of pain into his chest, the wound writhing around before forming a solid knot that began to weigh him down.

“I can’t believe I came all this way to say goodbye, and instead,” She bit her lip, “I’m disappointed, again.”

“Y/N I’m sor--wait” His brain finally caught up with his mouth, “Goodbye? Where are you going?”

She rubbed her arm nervously, jaw set. “New York.” She spoke curtly.

“For how long?” Steve’s voice grew soft, almost as if he was hurt.

“Does it matter?”

He scoffed, disbelief written across his face, “Uh yeah, you’re going to be several thousand miles away.” He pointed out, the realization growing heavy on his shoulders, “We won’t even get to see each other anymore.”

“We already don’t see each other Steve.” Y/N snapped, irritation rife in her voice, “You’ve been ignoring me for half a year, or have you forgotten that little part?” He glanced down at his feet. “Cause I haven’t.”

“You can’t just go away, I mean, you have family here. Right?” He urged, breathing racing, heart pounding, “I’m here. You can't leave, right?”

He was enough to keep her here. He had to believe he was. She wouldn’t leave him behind. Would she?

Silence confirmed his fears.

His stomach dropped. “Oh my god, you- you’re serious, this is- this is real?” Disbelief clouded his eyes, the dagger digging deeper into his chest, “You’re really headed to New York for god knows how long and you weren’t even going to say goodbye?”

“You didn’t give me a reason to.” Was all she said.

“I told you I loved you!” Steve raised his voice, rage spilling out, “You were the one who threw everything away for that Hargrove asshole!”

“Billy and I broke up weeks ago!” Y/N pointed out, rubbing the relationship further in his face, “You could’ve approached me anytime and instead you ran off with Nancy’s brother’s friends!”

“I keep telling you I was babysitting.” Steve continued telling the half-truth, determined to keep Y/N away from any interdimensional threats.

She scoffed at the excuse, seeing right through him. “Right, because thirteen-year-olds need a babysitter, they’re almost in high school! Mike and Lucas have girlfriends!” She screamed, voice thick with emotion, “I know that because Nancy still talks to me! Meanwhile, you went out and got a girlfriend without even telling me!”

“Jesus Christ, Robin and I are not a thing!” Steve yelled, placing emphasis on the last phrase, hands waving wildly, “Besides, you could’ve reached out too y’know! You weren’t the only one who thought our friendship was ruined forever.” He sniffed, rubbing his hand under his nose to quell the oncoming snot.

“I thought our friendship was over, so I spent time with people who actually wanted to be around me.” He explained, launching into his summer spiel, “That’s why I was hanging out with Dustin's friends. And I needed this job because my asshole dad wants to teach me a lesson and I just can’t-I can’t face the fact that ever since you left my life has been a trainwreck.”

He leaned on the car, head hanging as his arms crossed defensively, his biggest secret revealed. “And now you’re leaving and I just, I have to face the fact that I will have lost my best friend forever.”

Y/N joined him on the hood, shoulders relaxed, arms curled nervously, “Not forever. Just four years, maybe less. Maybe I’ll graduate early.” Her voice was softer, calmer.

He let out a mirthless chuckle, hoping she was right, “You always were the smarter one of us.”

“I forgive you,” Y/N confessed, hesitancy lining her voice, “and I’m sorry I pushed you away.”

He refused to speak, mind wandering toward what his summer would look like without her. What the next four years would look like without her.

Her head joined the rest of the weight on his shoulders, the two adults staring at the pavement, the sun setting behind them. Their relationship was broken. Their friendship almost shattered. The pair was holding on to the last few threads of their meaningless construct, neither one wanting to let go. Only one question plagued their minds.

Y/N chose to voice it.

“What do we do now?”

Holy shit that was cathartic. I think I may have some unresolved issues, ahahaha. Oh well, that’s what therapy and writing are for right? Please like and reblog!

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shirbertandderry4ever · 4 years

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A concept/story idea

Okay I'm still a huge Derry shipper but I saw a screenshot that made me think. So like what if Josie's reputation never recovered after the sexual assault. People are hesitant to be around her and even her parents are still heavily disappointed in her. The Andrew's even cancel the deal they had made with the Pye's because they didn't want Billy's reputation to suffer.

Jerry, meanwhile, is still reeling from his recent heartbreak with Diana. She's about to leave for Paris and he's trying to figure out some way he could get her back. He wants her, he's in love in with her and if she could get see that she loves him too...

One day Josie is walking through the woods, angry and in tears about the whole situation. The only people who are willingly speaking to her is Anne, Gilbert and Diana. She's furious at Anne, especially after she "tried" to fix things and her anger extends to Gilbert and Diana as well. Guilt by association. She let's out a scream of frustration and kicks a rock as hard as she can.

....only her shoes weren't made for that and she's sure she's just broken something. She sits down on the ground, uncaring that she was dirtying up her dress. As she clenches her foot she hears someone calling to her.

It was a boy. He's tall, with dark hair and concern written all over his face. She scrunches up her face when she notices the clothes he's wearing. They're for the beggars she's seen on the streets. Her reputation was already tarnished before and she wont allow it to worsen. Jerry, as he introduces himself, asks her if she's okay and if she needs a doctor. Josie declines curtly (more like snaps at him). Jerry raises a brow but says nothing else. Haughtily, she gets up and tries to walk, only she begins to fall and is caught by Jerry.

His arms are strong and he holds onto her for a moment, and in that moment Josie felt at ease. Suddenly it comes to mind how wicked this must look to a passerby and she forces herself away from him, holding onto a tree for support. She hobbles away, shaking her head to clear it.

"Wait " Jerry calls. Why hasn't he left yet? "You never told me your name."

Normally Josie would never breath in the same direction as of someone lower in class than her, let alone talk to them. But, she figures, life can't possibly get any worse can it?

"Josie."

The two cross paths again. Jerry wants to know how her foot is feeling and if there's anything he can do. She's skeptical and searches his face for any trace of a lie. Why would he care? He didn't even know her. But, deep inside she can tell he's sincere. She mutters a response that satisfies him.

Secretly, Josie is intrigued by him, not that she wants to admit it out loud

"Why aren't you in school?" She asks the next time they just so happen to see each other. She's walking through the woods again when she spots him. He might be stalking her. It's slightly creepy. She's wondered that since they met but never thought to ask.

Jerry's face reddenes and he picks at the weeds on the ground. "Well? Aren't you going to answer me?" She gets a little important.

"We can't afford it," he says to which she goes quiet. He explains that he needs to work instead of school.

"Oh, that's why you wear those clothes."

Jerry lowers his eyes.

"Why doesn't your father just get another job so you can go? Surely he's not that selfish."

It's then that for the first time, Jerry is visibly anger. He mutters a hasty goodbye and stomps off. Josie is miffed that he just left her like that yet deep down feels guilty. Josie Pye isn't known for remorse. So why start now?

She gathers up the courage to apologize. After waiting two weeks, after pouring, after being very bored because whether she liked it or not Jerry was easy to talk to. She catches him on his way back to his home and she (sincerely) apologizes to him. She feels very small compared to him (literally, he's like a giant. Taller than Billy). He accepts her apology and they talk again, making time to spend together and they talk and she even brings him treats from her lunch (he's really hungry, she notices with a frown).

She knows this is all wrong. She shouldn't be meeting up with a boy like this. What would everyone say? What would her parents say? This is ridiculously foolish on her part. Especially after what all has happened

But....she doesn't care

Over time Josie realizes everything she's been taught from a young age us wrong. There's nothing wrong with being poor and it doesn't make someone less than. She learns that Jerry works for the Cuthberts and is momentarily angry, assuming that Anne put all this together to "fix" what she originally tried to fix. Jerry reassures her Anne doesn't know about this.

She also discovers Jerry's escapades with Diana and it sends a nauseating feeling to her. She's bothered but tries to tell herself that it's because of how coldly Diana treated him and how unDiana-like that was. Even after this she can't shake off this feeling. She feels sorry for him and listens attentively when he admits he's trying to win her back

She doesn't deserve him, Josie thinks. He deserved someone that truly cared for him and not as some scapegoat. She's seen Diana and Anne together in class and Diana doesn't look the least bit upset. She acts like everything is normal. It infuriates Josie and she wants to shake Jerry's shoulders and tell him to wake up.

She keeps herself calm, tearing a dandelion apart. It's all she can do

Weeks pass. Summer arrives. Josie still enjoys their time together. Away from the prying eyes of gossipy townsfolk, she can relax. Jerry even braids her hair once, asking her if she's ever done anything different than just curling it. She hasn't. Her mother adores her bouncy curls and she's wondered more than once what she would look like if she braided her hair like Anne's. Jerry offers to do it for her, citing that he has younger sisters and has often had to do this for them. She allows it and she's amazed at the difference. She isn't sure exactly how she looks but the wide grin on Jerry's face says it all. "You're so pretty," he murmurs in french

Her heart soars

It scares her

She can't be falling for him. It wouldn't work out, it would never work out. He and Diana were a prime example.

She takes a week to hide away in her room, feigning an illness. She's deeply afraid of running into him. Deeply afraid of blurting out the truth.

She likes Jerry. She respects Jerry. Maybe she's just confused. She just needs more to think, that's all

She's in denial and it shows

One day her parents announce to her that they've managed to find a suitor, of which her father stresses just how hard this was and that she ought not to do away with him like she had with Billy. It's a gut punch. She smiles, forced and pushes back the hurt she's feeling.

She meets Marshall Kirkpatrick. He's a stout man with a full beard and slightly handsome if you looked far enough. He's not Jerry, she sighs inwardly. He's nowhere near Jerry but she knows how hard her parents worked for this so she gives Marshall a try.

He's worse than she could've imagined. Loud, boisterous, demanding. Her mother offhandedly remarks how Josie had talked to her about taking the Queens exam.

"There'll be no need for that ," Marshall waved a hand dismissively. He then launches into a rant about women getting their college degrees and his when his father was a boy women didn't go to college.

It puts Josie off and she doesn't eat any more.

After Marshall leaves, Josie excuses herself to her room. She sits on her bed for a long while and thinks. Marshall and her father had talked for a long time about courting and Marshall confronted him about the incident with Billy, to make sure she wouldn't do anything to smear his name. Her father assured him he wouldn't

She hears something hit her window. Again. Again. Curiosity overwhelms her and she takes a peak outside. Jerry is standing there, hands behind his back. He looks shy for some reason. She wonders how he even knew where her house was. He says Anne told him.

"Why does Anne know?" She's panicked. If Anne knows, surely Gilbert and Diana know too. She can't have anyone else finding out.

He says that he had to tell her so he could find out where she (Josie) lived. It was important. She sneaks out and they run off into the woods for privacy. It's dark and she can't see much. But hope stirs up inside of her, the shock of Anne knowing was forgotten. Does he love her back? Is that what he wants to tell her? He looks so determined, so happy that she knows what she has to do

"I love you"

"I think Diana is giving me another chance"

She stops dead and stares blankly. She's sure she heard wrong. What. Why-

"Oh," her voice cracks. "That's wonderful"

He finally registers her words. "You love me?" He says softly.

But she can't speak. Her heart is shattered and her tongue is too flimsy for words. With as much dignity as she can maintain, She turns around and runs back in the direction of her house. Unbeknownst to her parents, she cries herself to that night and many nights after. The first true love of her life is lost

She ignores Anne's glances of pity and pretends she doesn't exist. She can't bear to think of Jerry and looking at Anne distinctly reminds her.

Diana and Jerry are back to whatever it is that they had. It's a secret she's keeping from her parents. Josie hears the whispering, she hears Diana tell Anne how sweet Jerry is and what a gentleman he was. She mentions that Jerry had asked her if he could kiss her. It had been meant for her hand but Diana kissed his lips instead. She and Anne erupt into quiet giggles.

Josie goes home early that day. She feels ready to vomit

A month after she graduated from Avonlea school, Marshall proposes marriage to her. She accepts, wishing it was Jerry proposing and not this idiot

A week after that Jerry confronts her. She's in town just walking around with the looming thought of her wedding say over her head. He pulls her away so no one will see them.

"Why did you not tell me?"

"Tell you what?" She says tonelsssly.

"That you love me," He says, looking around to make sure no one was listening. "I-I never knew."

"I know," her voice comes out colder than she meant it. "But I hear you're doing quite well for yourself."

He's confused by her sudden change of tone. It takes a moment but he understands that she's referring to Diana. He looks ashamed, trying to apologize but she doesn't want to hear it. It hurts, it hurts so bad that she can't even look him in the eye anymore. She turns a little and he reaches out to touch her; she flinches.

"I'm sorry, Josie." Even her name sounded good the way he said it. "I didn't know."

"I thought you liked me," she's getting teary eyed. The lump in her throat boarders on painful. "I thought when you said you had something important to say you were...." she doesn't need to finish it

There's a silence.

"I'm sorry," he rubs the back of his neck. "I didn't mean to lead you on. I care very much for you, Josie. But I also care very much for Diana-"

"Stop," she chokes out. "Dont you dare tell me you didn't feel anything. We used to talk for hours and you put your arm around me and you held me everytime someone made me cry. You sad I was pretty! Did none of that mean a thing to you?"

He starts to get teary himself but pushes them back. "I should go. Mr. Cuthbert is expecting me." He turns.

"JERRY!" She screams. It didnt matter that anyone heard her. She fell to her knees, sobbing.

Time flies. She's dressed in one of the finest dresses she's ever seen. Her hair is curled perfectly and pinned to the dress was a gorgeous broach her mother gave her as a gift. She's beautiful, her mother and other relatives said so. She doesn't feel like it. Marshall is with the pastor and his friend, waiting for her.

Her mother asks if she's nervous. Josie is too much in a trance to answer. The day she's been dreading since the proposal is here. Inevitably it came and there was no going back. She wishes God would strike her down this very instant.

Her father walks her down the aisle. The guests are smiling, even crying. She wants to cry too, but for an entirely different reason.

She's up at the alert in front of everyone. The pastor tells them it's time to exchange vows. Josie goes first, they're so fake she almost laughs. Her mother told her to write from the heart. She did. Everything she wrote was about Jerry.

"I now pronounce you husband and-"

"WAIT!"

Josie's heart nearly stops. Jerry bursts in, he must have been working. His work clothes are dirty and there's smudges of dirt on his cheeks. Some of the guests wrinkle their noses at him. She thinks he looks beautiful.

"Excuse me," her father and Marshall are angry and stand tall together to try and intimidate Jerry. It doesn't work. He's looking past them and at Josie.

"I'm sorry," he says loudly. "I'm so sorry Josie. You were right. It did mean something to me and I was an idiot for not realizing it sooner."

"What is he talking about?" Marshall demands.

A tear falls down her face. "You mean it?"

He nods. "I do." How ironic.

"But what about Diana?"

"I thought I had feelings for Diana, really I did. But it's not her. It's you I love, Josie."

He bends down and takes her hand. The crowd gasps. "Josie Pye, I love you. I love you more than I thought was possible, ever since that day in the woods. I may not be able to give you everything you deserve but I can love and cherish you for eternity. And if it's not too much trouble, I'd like to ask you to marry me."

The crowd goes berserk. Everyone is screaming and Marshall is pointing accusations at her father but Josie doesn't care. It feels like she and Jerry are the only people on earth.

It's so unorthodox, so unheard of. She's going to be the talk of the town no doubt. She might even be disowned for this. It's a huge weight she'll have to carry.

And it sounds so enticing

"Yes," she whispers and let's out a sob. A happy one. "Yes, yes! I'll marry you Jerry."

She leaves the church that day with Jerry's hand in hers, on cloud nine. It's them against the world

And she can only thank Billy and her hurt foot for all of this

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harrymendesfangurl · 4 years

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Dream Girl

A/N: This story is my first. I hope you like it. Insipired by “365 Dni”.

Disclaimer: This story contains swear words. Please read at your own risk.

Shawn dreamt of her again. He dreamt of kissing her full lips, of tracing her light brown skin, caressing her long curly brown hair, the white sheets barely covering her naked curvy form and her morning smile enlightening the whole room

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His eyes sparked open. He was naked in bed, the light sheets only covering his crotch, while his legs were spread open on the mattress. He looks to his right to see the two naked women entangled in his sheets, sleeping deeply. Shawn sits up, staring at his white curtains.

He heard small moans coming from one of the girls on the bed. He stood up and walked to grab some water on his table. His only known way of handling his hangovers.

“Good morning daddy” one of the girls almost moaned at his sight.

“You need to leave. The door is open” he says before disappearing into the bathroom. The hot water slid down his back and shoulder blades. He washed his hair, and his body before coming out.

As he grabbed his towel from the hanger and tied it around his waist. He hoped those girls were long gone.

As he wished, the girls where gone and he could proceed dressing up. He was catching a flight to Cairo this afternoon with his uncle.

****

“Wake up you need to get your ass to work” Miriam told her best friend Nadine in Arabic.

“No. I didn’t get much sleep last night” she protested.

Miriam getting fed up, pulled the covers from her skin making her hiss and curl up into a ball.

“I’m coming back here in 15 minutes. You better be ready.” Miriam orders before leaving her room.

She huffs and picked out her outfit for work. Nadine hated having two jobs. But it was the only way she could get a living. During the day she worked as a secretary for a rather decent office here in Cairo but at night she was one of the highest paid strippers that “Lux Club” had to offer.

She was a stripper at a five star hotel and Tourists loved to spend their money there. Despite her earnings she still lived with her best friend.She combed her hair and put on some makeup. Like she said, Miriam returned to the room to see that Nadine had actually made some progress.

“God is great” she thanked. Nadine threw her pillow at her before she laughed and walked out

****

She was trying her best to arrive there faster. She didn’t know that when her boss at work asked her to stay a couple more minutes, he actually meant it. She was lucky she didn’t perform amongst the first girls. She was actually important there which made other girls envy her. She finally reached the hotel and getting in through the staff door. She rushed through the halls and finally got to the club.

****

Shawn had arrived few hours ago to his owned house in Cairo. He made most deals there but he knew his heart really belonged in Canada. He was going out with his best friend and right hand man, Connor.

He had worn a black button up shirt with only two buttons buttoned and black jeans. He heard of this club “Lux Club” that was also a hotel. Maybe he could find a girl to spend the night with.

****

Nadine was engulfed in glitter. Her makeup was on fleek and her lingerie hugged her body in perfect ways letting her pantyhose do most of the job. She wore really high heels and was about to go on stage.

When she heard one of the staff call her name, she looked in the mirror one last time and went backstage.

Her stage name was Alicia. She couldn’t use her real name, in fact it was advised not to. She was a huge fan of Alicia Keys and so she chose that name.

Once the girl passing before her was done she asked the DJ to start the music.

Shawn was getting bored already. All the girls there were beautiful but none of them suited him. His attention was drawn back to the stage when he heard the beat to “COPYCAT” by Billie Eilish.

When the singing starts, Nadine came out. She was doing a devil themed dance today. She wore a blood red lingerie that showed more of her body. She wore black glittery pantyhose, red high heals and to top it, she had a blood red whip with her.

Shawn has his eyes glued to her, he couldn’t believe it. He was almost petrified. He saw her, the girl in his dreams.

The girl he’s been dreaming about for almost a year was there right in front of him. He watched her intently as she teased every single male and female in the room. Men were screaming her name and she just gave a devilish smirk. Men threw money at her, HUGE sums of it. She was so flexible dancing against the pole. Shawn could’ve sworn it just got hotter in here. He watched, mouth agape and eyes as bright as that of a kid who ha received candy. She looked so dirty dancing yet so beautiful. Her hair was disheveled and her ass was aching to be grabbed.

The music ended and she stood up before grabbing her money, thanking the crowd and disappearing backstage.

Shawn needed to see her, so he immediately ordered for a lap dance from her personally. He didn’t mind paying thousands he just wanted to see her.

Once he had placed his order he waited in a much private room with a pole hanging from the ceiling. He sat there on the comfortable couch. When he heard start he braces himself for what was about to come.

“Jump” by Julia Michaels was playing. She appeared from behind the curtains. This time she was in a silver colored lingerie with glitter sparkling all around her. Her pantyhose was transparent and her high shoes were as sparkly as her outfit.

She danced around the pole for a few seconds. Teasingly slow, she crawled approached him and was on her knees right in front of him. For a second, he thought she was gonna do the unimaginable but she stood up and straddled him. He went to grab at her hips but she teasingly smacked them away.

She slowly grinded on his crotch and he loved every feeling accompanying it.

She stood up, sitting on him, but this time her back facing him. He fought the urge to grab at her ass and grind her against himself. She was so slow that he would’ve cried. Time was running and he needed more of it.

“How much for the whole night?” He asks ready to pay any sum of money that she required. She could’ve said yes because she really needed money but she just laughed.

She continued to give him a pleasurable lap dance that could cause Shawn’s balls to burst.

When she felt the music approach its end she turned around to straddle him one last time. Shawn put his hand on her ass, this time she didn’t push them away. She lowered herself towards his ear.

“I’m a stripper not a hooker” he accent rang through his ears, Her angelic voice doing unspeakable things to his fucked up mind.

She stands up and walks back from where she came.

Shawn was surprised. He gave her a choice but she refused it. So if she wouldn’t come with him willingly he’d have to do it his way.

****

Nadine had just finished her shift, she removed her makeup, she wore much more comfier clothes. She walked out of the staff door of the club and into a dark alley. She hummed to “Torn” by Ava Max.

They alley was dark but she knew she was being followed. She turned around to see a tall figure behind her. She gasped inside her mind and turned around to walk faster but there was another man in front of her. She wanted to scream but it was too late. They poisoned her and she passed out.

****

She saw the bright lights penetrate the windows. She immediately stood up. She looked around the room. It was rather decent, an amazing decor to be honest. The bed was king sized and the walls were cream. She had just realized that this wasn’t a room that she was familiar with, this was too fancy to be her bedroom and too neat to be Miriam’s. She immediately started to look for a way out.

There was a balcony. So she ran towards it but it was locked. The window would’ve been a thought but it was a really really long way down. She gave up and sat on the bed. She heard the door click open. Her head immediately sparked towards it. A tall male figure walked in. He had brown curly locks.

She scoffed when she realized it was the man whom she gave a lap dance to.

“Really? Kidnapping?” She scoffed.

Nadine had a Mediterranean English accent. Besides her brother Karim, she was the only one in her family who could speak fluent English. Her family were this traditional Arabian family who wanted to marry her off to this rich man. But she decided to run away. She was later shunned by her family when they learnt she was a stripper, the only one who stayed close to her was Karim. He helped her get a place to stay in the city and that was with his very good friend Miriam who became her best friend.

“I had to have you someway babygirl” Shawn says.

“Which stupid idiot would kidnap a girl he met at the club?” She ranted in Arabic.

“I don’t understand anything you said but I know you called me an idiot” he said

She only glared at him.

“Let me go” she demanded.

“I can’t do that sweetheart” he says “What’s your name?”

“Alicia”. Technically she didn’t lie. People called her that. But only people who didn’t know her real name.

“I’m not stupid love. I know strippers don’t use their real names” Shawn said raising his eyebrows. She hissed at him.

“Nadine” she finally said.

“Well, Nadine. I saw you, I liked you and I wanted you” he admits.

“You. Want me?” She points at him then to herself.

“I want you Nadine. And I promise you would want me too.” He says almost cockily.

“What an arrogant fucking pussy.” She says.

“Okay. Rule number one, no Arabic.”

“How would you feel if I told you, you cannot speak English in your own country” she says.

He stood up ready to leave.

“We’re not gonna be here long honey” he says and leaves.

She had decided to take a shower and open his closet to see what he had in there. He had sweats and a shirt. So she wore that. She sat in his room. Bored. He had a refrigerator in there. So she stuffed her face with drinks and ice cream. He had a pantry with chips. His TV had Netflix so she wasn’t all too bored but she ended up sleeping off.

****

She woke up to the sun setting. The room was dark but she still managed to see the dress that was on the bed. It had a note

“Join me for dinner. Down the stairs, outside by the pool”

She wore the red dress with a slit by her thigh, and the black heels that came with it.

She attempted to open the door and it was opened. It was her first time seeing outside of the rooms that she was trapped in. The halls were chilly and she shivered a bit. The walls were fancy and elegant. But not as elegant as the stairs. She decently went down the stairs and she saw two opposite doors. One was leading to the pool and she could’ve sworn the other was the exit. She attempted to go through that one but her self conscience warned her not to. She opened the door to the poolside and saw the handsome man sitting at the dinner table awaiting her arrival. When she did, being the gentleman he was, he pulled her chair for her. She barely thanked him. “That dress looks good on you” he says when he was back to his seat.

Around them were two maids and two men who seemed to be his bodyguards. And another man who looked more...from around there.

“Let’s eat” he says. He started digging in the food.

She eventually gave in a started to eat.

“My family is gonna come looking for me” she says

“We both know they’re not” Shawn answers

She frowned.

“What a fucking prick. He is stalking me now?” She says in Arabic

“Careful with that mouth of yours” a man said.

She laughs.

“You can’t understand me so you brought someone who can?” She laughed some more.

“You are all assholes!!” She stood up to leave.

“SIT!” Shawn says authoritatively. She looked at him with a spiteful look.

“Sit down Nadine” he says again.

She folded her arms before sitting back on her chair.

“My brother’s a police officer. He’s gonna come looking for me” she rants

“No he’s not. He’s a salesperson in Alexandria” Shawn corrects her.

She furrows her eyebrows together.

“The only family you’ve got is Miriam. And I will permit you to speak to her.” Shawn says.

“She doesn’t speak English” Nadine pouts

“You can speak Arabic but rest assured that Mohamed here is listening to every word you’re saying” Shawn says.

“Fine” she agrees.

Shawn gave signal to one of the men standing there to give her her cellphone.

She failed her friend’s number and she picked up on the first ring.

“You bitch! Where are you!?” Miriam screams over the phone

“I’m fine. I’m just with a friend” she lied

“Who!?” Miriam asks

“I saw him at the club yesterday. And I’ve been with him since.”

“When are you coming back?”

“Honestly I don’t know. I want to just take a break you know? But I promise I’ll come back soon” she explains

“Are you sure you’re safe?” She asks

“Very.” She answered

“Okay. I’ll see you soon then” Miriam says

“Yes. Bye”

She hung up the phone and handed it back to whoever gave it to her.

The rest of the evening, she avoided any and every conversation with him. He kidnapped her, locked her up in his room and made her lie to her own best friend.

When she had finished eaten she excused herself from the table and was escorted back up into the room she was kept in. She removed the dress and threw it on the floor. She changed back into what she had worn. And sat down in front of the dressing mirror.

She heard the lock on the door and his tall figure enter the room.

He didn’t say a word. He took off his shirt, leaving him shirtless. His abs were toned and his v-line so visible.

She gawked at him through the mirror.

“Is this the part where you force yourself onto me?” She asks as calmly as possible.

He chuckled.

“I’m not gonna touch you until you want me to” he says.

“Am I supposed to feel flattered?” She asks.

“No. You’re a woman and you should feel respected” he says admiring her from the mirror. She stood up and walked to him. She stopped right in front of him and crossed her arms.

“Why did you choose me?” She asks

“You’re special to me” he tells her

“You don’t even know me.” She tells him.

“I know that you’re the youngest out of 5 kids. You’re closer to your immediate older brother Karim who was the only one to care for you after your family shunned you. I know that Even after what they did to you, you still care for them and send them money every single week just to care for their needs but they don’t want your money. I know that you hurt a lot but life has left you no choice” he says. She was surprised at what he said but slightly offended.

“You have no right to dig into my private life” she snaps at him.

“I’m sorry-“

“Sorry that I had to be the disgrace of the family? What do you even want from me? A companion? A sex slave?”

“Love! I want love!” She speaks.

“From a stripper?” She mocks.

“Why do you think so low of yourself?” He asks

“When people think that, you begin to” was all she said.

She laid down on her side of the bed which she already claimed for herself.

****

It was morning and she looked over to the other side of the bed. Shawn wasn’t there. But she heard the shower and the water against the floor. She waited for him to come out.

“You’re a heavy sleeper. You know that right?” He smirks making her shrug.

“We’re catching the flight to Milan in an hour.” He says as casually as possible.

“Milan?! I don’t even have clothes apart from your crappy ones.” She says

“Once we get there we’ll go shopping. Anything you want” he says putting on his suit.

She scoffed.

“You can let me go and I won’t tell anyone about anything” she says trying to gain her freedom

“I can’t do that sweetheart.” He says.

Nadine pouted.

“What about my jobs? Do you realize that I’m letting go of my salaries by going with you” she tried to make him see. But he got all that covered

“I’ll pay you any sum of money whenever you need it” he says.

“You’re joking” she says

“I’m a humorous person but I wouldn’t joke about that” he had finished dressing up and was about to leave when she grabbed his hand.

“I don’t even know your name” she says

“Shawn. Just call me Shawn”

#shawn mendes #shawn x reader

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stcky-rogers · 5 years

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just friends | eleven

summary: bucky barnes, now a successful record executive, confessed his unrequited feelings for his best friend. ten years later, he returns home for the holidays when his plans to go to paris fall through. stuck in brooklyn with his crazy family and an egotistical pop star, bucky tries to get himself out of the friendzone. movie au, just friends

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: language, cheating - sort of, violence, bucky ruins christmas again, and minor angst.

ten

you ran your hands through your hair as you ranted about your latest downfall to peggy. peggy stared at you, amusement clear in his brown eyes. you paced back and forth in front of her, hands tugging at your hair. you wanted to scream, you wanted to scream until you couldn’t breathe, until you had lost consciousness, until you were red or purple in the face, it didn’t matter to you at this point. you wanted the earth to just swallow you whole.

“and then, i’m in this sexy shirt that just barely covers my ass, and i’m lying in bed next to him. i even pulled the old, ‘my feet are cold’ move. just as he turns to cuddle me, he pulls away and mumbles a ‘goodnight.’“ you explained.

peggy shook her head in amusement, “maybe bucky’s not the guy you’ve made him out to be in your mind.” you flopped down on the couch next to her and covered your face with your hands.

your voice was muffled as you spoke, “you mean to tell me the same guy i made out with on christmas eve magically changed over night?”

peggy’s eyes widened as she stuttered out a response. “you, bucky, what?” you rolled your eyes and groaned, removing your hands from your face.

“we were christmas shopping. it had gotten late and we were hungry, so we stopped at stan’s. we left after eating and he placed the mistletoe over my head, and we kissed, and it was like nothing i’ve ever experienced before. then, bruce shows up and ruins everything. i just thought he felt the same way, but it’s clear he doesn’t.” you dropped your head onto peggy’s shoulder and she sighed as she ran her fingers through your hair.

“oh, darlin’, if only you knew.” she mumbled.

you lifted your head off of her shoulder and stood, “i have to go get ready, thor’s picking me up for the christmas play at the church.” peggy laughed as you grumbled and shuffled out of the door.

“kiss the kids for me,” you called before shutting the door behind you.

you made your way home, kicking at the snow ahead of you as you passed by home after home, until you stumbled upon the smoking and burnt heap of christmas decorations littering your yard. you sighed as you moved up the steps and pushed open the door. you hung up your coat and slipped out of your shoes as you made your way into the living room. your pressed a kiss to the top of your dad’s head as you passed him and made your way upstairs.

meanwhile, bucky was pacing back and forth in steve’s office. steve had been cleaning the teeth of his patient, billy, when bucky had barged through the door, nearly giving him a heart attack.

“i screwed up,” bucky managed around his fingers. he’d been biting his nails for the last ten minutes, something he did when he was nervous.

“again?” steve chuckled. bucky glared at his friend, “yes, again, last night stark comes over and she’s flirting, i don’t know, i couldn’t go through with it,” bucky groaned.

steve looked up at his friend, a pointed look on his face. “you mean to tell me, you had the opportunity to sleep with the girl you’ve been pining over since middle school and you didn’t take it?”

bucky’s face contorted into a look of confusion, “yeah,” he muttered, the realization of his actions dawning on him.

“oh, my, god,” steve chuckled as he continued cleaning his patient’s teeth.

“you’re back in the friend zone, pal,” billy snorted at steve’s remark.

bucky rolled his eyes, “tell me exactly what happened,” bucky took a seat on the extra stool and rolled towards steve.

“after the fiasco, i went home and not even ten minutes later, she’s knocking on my door. we’re talking and joking around, and out of nowhere i ask her to stay. i give her a shirt and she goes to change into it. she gets into the bed,” bucky gulped, remembering just how sexy you looked in his button up shirt, “she pulls the old cold feet move and i took the bait but,” bucky paused, “i froze and i just started thinking, what happens after this? do i move back here? does she come back to la with me? i just started thinking about all these things and i just couldn’t do it.”

steve quirked a brow at his friend, “i hate to say it but, i told you so, buck. you wanted this to just be about sex and i said it was a bad idea, because it’s never just sex with someone you love.”

bucky groaned, abruptly standing from the stool, “i don’t love her.”

steve rolled his eyes, “yes, buck, you do! you always have. you’re just an idiot who doesn’t realize it.”

steve tore off his gloves and stood from his seat, he rested his hand on billy’s shoulder and let him know he was free to go. steve followed bucky out of the room and into the lobby of the hospital. as they walked further towards the entrance, bucky hit steve’s arm repeatedly to gain his attention. “ow, buck, what the hell?” he asked, following bucky’s gaze as he stared at thor kissing a nurse.

steve cleared his throat causing the two to break apart. thor smirked as he stared at the two large men in front of him. “jane, sweetheart, you mind letting me talk to my friends for a minute?” she shook her head and smiled softly at the other two men. “hello, dr. rogers.” she said as she brushed past the men.

bucky nodded towards the nurse, “what’s up with that?” bucky quirked a brow. “jane? just another notch in the belt,” thor shrugged.

bucky frowned, “what about stark?”

thor scoffed, “what about her? i mean, look at us, two of the biggest geeks have a shot with the hottest girl in high school, it’s all a game.”

bucky spoke through clenched teeth, “are you fucking kidding me?”

thor rolled his eyes, “oh, come on, man. you can drop the act, you’re playing the same game i’m playing, only problem is you’re losing.” thor smiled. “it’s sweet revenge,” thor leaned against the desk, “for putting us in the friend zone.”

bucky growled, “you were never in the friend zone, i was, you meant nothing to her.” thor chuckled, “your sweet little doll,” thor mocked, rolling his eyes.

before bucky could even say anything, thor’s radio went off alerting him he was needed somewhere else. thor stood to walk away, he stopped and looked over his shoulder, “may the best man win, barnes.” he smirked before he turned the corner.

steve shook his head as he looked at bucky, “what are you gonna do, pal?” bucky sighed, “i’ve gotta warn her.” he bit his lip as he looked over at his friend, bucky grabbed steve’s arm and pulled him into the parking lot, bucky broke into a sprint as he pushed through the doors of the building, steve following close behind him.

the two men climbed inside of the truck and steve fumbled with the keys as he tried to start it, “god, you could never be a spy.” bucky laughed and steve glared at him. the truck rumbled to life and steve pulled out of the parking lot. bucky had told steve that he should try your home first. as steve pulled into the driveway, bucky immediately jumped out of the car, steve soon following him.

bucky rapped on the door a few times and waited for an answer. the door swung open to reveal an angry tony stark. tony sneered, “come to ruin the rest of the decorations?” bucky sighed, “mr. stark, i’m so sorry for everything, i promise i’ll pay for it,” bucky was interrupted by another reindeer falling off of the roof, “and that too,” tony glared at the brunet in front of him, he had no idea why you had even bothered to be his friend.

“but, i was wondering if your daughter was home,” tony rolled his eyes, “she’s out with mr. odinson,” he sighed. steve frowned, “the brewer?”

the two dark haired man turned to face the blond, “are you stupid or just naturally blond?” tony frowned before answering the question, “she’s with thor, there’s some christmas play their attending,” tony grumbled before closing the door.

bucky sighed, “what christmas play?” steve smirked, “buck, let’s go.” he said and they headed to the play.

as they arrived the truck skidded to a stop and the two of them climbed out of it. steve ran around the back entrance of the church and bucky followed him. bucky could hear the voices of the kids singing as he walked closer to the seating area, he spotted you almost immediately. he sat down next to you and slipped his hand in yours.

you looked up at bucky and your heart stuttered as he smiled kindly at you, “can i talk to you for a second?” he whispered, his breath tickling the lobe of your ear. you gulped and nodded, tightening your hand in his as he pulled you off to a secluded area.

“what is it, buck?” you asked. bucky peeked over your shoulder, “it’s thor, he’s, he’s just trying to get revenge because you rejected him in high school. he just wants to sleep with you, doll.” bucky confessed.

you laughed, covering your mouth to keep the children from hearing you, “that’s funny, because he said the same thing about you.” bucky’s face contorted in anger. “doll, he’s a jersey player! steve and i just saw him making out with some nurse at the hospital.”

thor had peeked behind the curtain, his attention on you as he spoke to you in a soft voice. bucky couldn’t hear a single word he was saying as the pounding of his heart echoed in his ears. his vision became blinded by pure white hot rage, he could feel his blood boiling as he stared back at the long haired man in front of him. bucky balled his hands into fists and squeezed so hard he thought he might start bleeding. his chest was rising and falling rapidly as he let his anger consume him.

you gasped as you watched bucky charge at thor, tackling him onto the stage and breaking the sets the students had built. you immediately ran onto the stage, nearly falling as you tried to pull the two men apart. bucky brought his fist back and repeatedly punched thor in the face, a grunt leaving bucky’s lips each time his fist connected with thor’s face.

steve pushed you behind him as he moved to separate bucky and thor. thor winced as he brought a hand up to touch his nose. he had to admit, bucky could throw a decent punch. you glared at bucky, “what is wrong with you?” bucky huffed as steve restrained him. “you liar!” he glared at thor and thor smirked before letting his head fall against the stage.

“you need to leave,” bucky looked over at you and he could see the fire burning behind your eyes. he composed himself and gave a slight nod, slipping out of steve’s grip he made his way to the exit. steve gave you an apologetic smile and followed bucky to the exit. steve decided it would be best not to say anything to his friend. he had already screwed up enough and there were no words that would console bucky. he knew bucky well enough to know that when something happened and bucky had a hand in it, he would start doubting himself and making himself feel like the bad guy.

steve dropped bucky off at home, “listen, pal, just give it some time and things,” steve was cut off by the slamming of the truck door and he shook his head. “thanks, steve, for all your help.” he muttered to himself before driving to home.

bucky entered the house, shoulders slumped as he climbed the staircase. it was time for him to back home, he had embarrassed himself too many times to count. bucky retrieved his suitcase and climbed back down the stairs, luckily not running into his siblings or his mother. he sighed as he closed the door behind him, he should’ve stuck to his vow to never come back to brooklyn.

twelve

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fandomoblivion · 6 years

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And There She Was (Part 2)

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader, kind of Billy Hargrove x Henderson!Reader but not totally

Request: can u do a cute steve harrington x henderson ! reader? idrc what it is im just in the mood for something steve lol

Summary: (Y/N) Henderson has lived all her life pining after Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington: the athlete. Steve Harrington: the King of Hawkins. Steve Harrington: the player. Steve Harrington: the boyfriend of her best friend. But the thing is, when they’re forced to be together while fighting other-worldly creatures… stuff goes down. But hey, you know what they say. Shit happens.

Warnings: Swearing, violence

Word Count: 2,615

Notes: UH. THE S3 TEASER TRAILER. STEVE. UGH BE STILL MY HEART.

prologue / part one

You rolled your eyes as Dustin got into your car, completely dressed in Ghostbusters gear. “Dustin, nobody dresses up for Halloween at school.”

“Maybe not in high school, Miss “I’m-too-cool-for-a-costume.”

“I never said that.”

“But we do in middle school.”

“Did Mom get pictures?” You asked, changing the subject. He nodded. “Of course she did. She takes Halloween way too seriously.”

“It’s a fun holiday!” Dustin protested.

“Shut up, Stantz. We’re here.” You said, pulling into the middle school’s parking lot. “Get out. And, uh, have a great day. Happy Halloween… and all that crap.” You said, making Dustin laugh and close the car door behind him. As you drove off, you noticed that none of the other kids were wearing costumes. “Fuck.” You mumbled, but there was no way you could help him. You had to get yourself to class.

You walked into the lunchroom, Billy trailing behind you. The night before had been… weird, to say the least.

He had picked you up and the two of you went to a diner where he insisted on buying the two of you burgers and fries. You opted out, just ordering a milkshake, and you told him all about Hawkins. At least, you tried to. He cut you off before you could get a full thought out and started talking about himself and why he was “drawn to you.” Pfft. What a smooth-talking, greasy-haired, foul-mouthed asshole. But…

You needed to get your mind off of Steve.

So you played along.

Sure, some would call what you were doing “leading him on,” but anyone who knew you knew you didn’t like him. Just… he didn’t know.

You knew none of this was logical. You knew it was bad. You knew it was immoral. And yet, you couldn’t handle the thought of facing school alone for much longer.

You started to walk over to Jonathan, when Billy pulled you back by your hand. “Do you really want to sit with that photography nerd? C’mon, let’s just ditch. We can go for a smoke out back.”

You scrunched up your nose. “I don’t smoke.”

“Yeah, but I do. So come on.” You huffed and reluctantly followed him to the back of the cafeteria building.

On the way, Jonathan caught your eye. He looked from you to Billy, and back to you, with a quizzical look on his face. “Really?” He mouthed out. You shrugged and looked away.

“I’m driving you home after school.” Billy said outside.

You scowled. “My car is here.”

He shrugged. “Then I’ll drive you to school tomorrow so you can pick it up.”

You looked at him, studying how he was leaning against the brick wall. “No. I want to drive myself home.”

He looked at you, and let out a puff of smoke.

“Fine. Suit yourself, Sweet Pea. Just know that you’ve gotta make it up to me somehow.” He said, wrapping an arm around your waist.

You quickly pulled away and started cleaning your glasses on your sweater.

“What, so you just ain’t gonna say anything?”

You looked up. “How am I supposed to respond to that?”

He leaned in to your face, real close. “You’re supposed to fuck me, right?”

At this your breathing hitched. Like, really, dude? Gee, way to make you swoon.

You scoffed and looked around. Nobody was outside to help you. Your heart was now pounding. “No, I’m not screwing you.” You shoved his arm off of you once more and stormed back into the cafeteria, sitting down across from Jonathan, and now Nancy and Steve.

“(Y/N), what was that all about?” Jonathan asked you.

“What was what about?” Nancy asked.

You and Jonathan shared a look. You stole a fry from Jonathan’s plate and said, “Nothing,” before shooting Jon a glance that said, “We’ll talk later.” He nodded.

Nancy and Steve looked at each other, confused.

That night, you drove to the Wheeler house with Dustin and watched as he got out of the car. The entire time from when you picked him up from school until now was filled with ranting about MadMax, about how nobody else dressed up, and about how Mike and Lucas were bickering before school about who was who in their Ghostbusters group.

You parked your car and got out, dressed in your last-minute costume that Dustin had forced you to get.

You took an old dress of your mother’s--a long, red dress with long sleeves, cut the dress to be a decent length, added a strip of black around the neckline and the hem, and finally you ironed on an iconic Starship Enterprise logo.

You pulled on a pair of tall black boots, teased your hair into a bun for the gods, and put on some “groovy” makeup to finish the look.

“There, you happy now, Little Dude?”

You had asked Dustin. He clapped his hands together excitedly. “Yes! I am! You’ve finally gotten into the Halloween spirit!”

You got out of your car and spotted Jonathan. You waved, and he got out of his car. Upon seeing your costume, Jonathan’s face broke into a grin. “Wow, how long did it take your mom to convince you to wear that?”

You glared at him. “It was Dustin. I felt bad about the MadMax thing and let him dress me up. He picked Lieutenant Uhura.”

Jonathan laughed. “Well you look nice.” He paused and the two of you watched the kids interact. “You’re a really great sibling, (Y/N).”

You smiled, seeing the curly-haired dork annoy the others with his Chewbacca impression. “I try my best. He’s an idiot, but I love him.”

Jonathan gave you a sideways glance. “You still have to tell me what happened at school. I mean, when you came back your cheeks was all red and your eyes were all watery and-” he must have noticed you had trained your focus onto tugging down your skirt in an effort for it to cover more, for he stopped and said, “sorry.”

“So… Dustin is making me stay with him for at least an hour-”

“(Y/N)!” You were cut off by your little brother.

“Yeah, Little Dude?”

“You can go!”

You and Jonathan shared a smile. “R-Really, Dustin? You don’t want me to-”

“No no! If Jonathan’s not staying you don’t have to.”

You smiled. “Thanks, kid.”

“Want a ride to the party? Nancy and Steve are already there, I think.”

You looked at your parked car, sitting in front of the Wheeler household. “I’ll get my car later. Sure. Thanks, Jon.” He nodded with a small smile.

The two of you got into Jonathan’s car, but he didn’t start it up right away. He sat there, looking at you, clearly waiting for you to tell him what happened.

You sighed. “You know that new guy, Billy Hargrove?” He nodded. “Well he and I went out on a date the night of his first day at school.”

Jonathan scowled. “What? Why?” You bit your lower lip and didn’t say anything, but he understood. “Oh. Steve.” You nodded. “So what happened at lunch?”

“He was being a dick. So I got mad at him. But I… I feel like… I feel like he’s the only way to get my mind off Steve,” you said, your brows furrowed and your eyes focused again on tugging down your skirt, even though you were sitting down.

This was when Jonathan noticed your tick. Well, not really a medical tick, but a nervous habit you had whenever you were uncomfortable. The two of you still didn’t know each other very well, but he just acquired a bit more knowledge about you. Then he noticed you exhibited your “tick” quite often. Whenever Steve said something cute to Nancy, you were tugging on your sleeves in an effort to make them longer, or adjusting your shirt to heighten the collar. You were trying to hide.

“Well if it’s hurting you it’s not worth it.” He said after a bit of silence, finally starting up the car as well.

“But I think it’s hurting me more without Billy.”

“Listen, (Y/N). I don’t like Billy. He seems like an asshole. So I’m gonna advocate for you to stay single, or at least to stay away from him. But I can’t really stop you… so just…” He glanced at you, nodding briefly and saying, “Be careful, yeah?” before looking back at the road.

You blinked and reached to push your glasses up before remembering that it was once of the (very few) times you were wearing contacts.

“Yeah. I will.”

When Jonathan pulled up to the party, the first thing you noticed was the music. How could you not? I mean, you heard it from nearly two blocks away. The next thing you noticed were the people. There were so many people, way more than you were used to being around at one time.

The two of you got out of the car and went inside, sticking together and looking around for Nancy.

“That’s how you do it, Hawkins! That’s how you do it!” You heard someone yell as they entered in behind you. People were chanting his name. You smelled the now familiar scent of cigarette smoke and and a new scent--the unmistakable scent of beer--waft your way. You felt an arm sling around your waist as the person slurred a, “Hey, Sweet Pea. Glad you could make it. You look… hot.”

You lost Jonathan in the crowd as Billy pulled you somewhere, the two of you flanked by his goons. “We got ourselves a new keg king, Harrington.” Shit.

You looked up and saw Nancy and Steve talking, leaning against a wall, dressed in a couple’s costume. Of course. Billy’s friends got in Steve’s face about the keg, but the two of them were watching you. You had Billy’s arm around your waist, and you just realized that someone shoved a red solo cup filled with… something… into your hand. Steve took off his sunglasses as Nancy walked away, an annoyed look on her face.

Steve was about to say something when Nancy took off. He saw her walk away, and he looked at you and shrugged, before following her.

“Yeah, that’s right, Harrington. Walk away.” One of the guys standing with you and Billy said.

“Hey, uh, what’s in this?” You asked Billy, swirling your drink around in your cup. The red liquid was opaque, and it reeked of alcohol.

“Some guys are calling it ‘Pure Fuel.’ I call it bullshit. Let’s get you a real drink.” Billy said, taking your cup. You watched on as he took a bottle of Fireball whiskey from someone and filled your cup with it, cutting it with some Surge energy drink. He handed it to you. “It’s a new kind of whiskey. The brand came out this year, I think. But whatever, it’s good as shit, so drink it.”

You took a sip and immediately started stifling a cough. “Oh… shit.”

Billy smirked. “Yeah.”

You looked over and saw Steve and Nancy dancing amidst the crowd, then Nancy pulled Steve in for a kiss. You felt your chest tighten and you turned back to Billy. You grabbed his wrist and led him to sit on the kitchen counter, right near Nancy and Steve. You didn’t know what you were doing; the alcohol that you had now downed had made you mind fuzzy.

From Jonathan’s point of view, he just saw you straddling Billy, kissing him right where you knew Nancy and Steve would see you. But it didn’t make sense to him, since he knew your goal was never to make them jealous. Why would it make them jealous? Nancy didn’t like Billy and Steve… Steve didn’t like you.

It was just something dumb you had thought up. But when Jonathan saw you, he went over to you and Billy and pulled you off of him. You stumbled a bit, and he noticed your eyes were hazy.

“(Y/N), come on. You’re really drunk. How many drinks have you had?”

“I just asked Billy to keep ‘em coming. A-And he did. So…” Your speech was slurred, and Billy was drumming his fingers on the tile that he was sitting on, clearly impatient. “You can go now, Johnny. Go find Nance!”

Jonathan got closer to you and dropped his voice so Billy couldn’t hear him. “Listen, (Y/N). I really think you should come with me-”

“Jonathan, you said you’d let me get my mind off of Steve. So let me.”

You could see the cogs working in Jon’s head while he weighed out the different scenarios that could happen. “Fine.” He said finally. “It’s just a party. I’m taking you home tonight, though. Promise?” You nodded.

You looked back at the crowd where Nancy and Steve just were, but you saw that they had moved to the drink table again. They were arguing over something, and within a second Steve and Nancy had managed to spill her drink all over her top. You just stood there, silently watching, before Billy clapped a hand onto your shoulder. “Serves him right. Fuckin’ ‘King Steve’ bullshit.”

You turned back around and saw Billy standing now, right up behind you. You pressed your lips to his as the crowd’s mood rose again, matching the music of Depeche Mode in the background.

A few minutes passed, and you were still with Billy, drinking and dancing, drinking and kissing, drinking and… well, drinking. Right when something by Kim Wilde came on, you were shoved into Billy’s chest by someone trying to get through the crowd. You turned around and saw Steve, scowling, pushing his way through everyone.

“Billy, I’ll… be right back.”

You followed Steve outside and watched as he got into his car. He wasted no time in peeling away from his parking spot and leaving.

That was when you knew this night was going to take a turn for the worse.

You turned around and saw Jonathan leaving with Nancy stumbling next to him. “Hey, is everything okay?” You called out, running--you didn’t know how you managed not to trip on the way--up to them. Jonathan was helping Nancy into the passenger seat of his car. “You’re my ride home, Jon. A-Are we leaving? ‘Cause I’ll go tell Billy and-”

Jonathan closed Nancy’s door and scratched the back of his neck. “Listen, (Y/N). I need to take Nancy home.”

“B-But my car is parked in front of her house. Can’t you-”

“I need to help her. She’ll barely be able to get to her doorstep, much less to her room without her parents noticing.”

“Jon, I can help-”

“Just… Billy can take you home, right?”

You tugged at your collar. “O-Oh. Yeah. Yeah, I guess he-”

“Great. Perfect. Thanks, (Y/N).” He said, before getting into his car and shutting the door. You smiled slightly and waved at him through his window, watching him drive away, into the dark night.

You stood there, unsure of how to get home.

You lived kind of far away, and your car was far away, too. Your feet would kill you if you walked. You didn’t want to ask Billy, because you knew he’d try to make some sort of disgusting move on you beyond kissing. You couldn’t call your mom and let her know you had left Dustin alone. You knew Dustin would be home and asleep by now, and there was no way he could even help you. You couldn’t ask someone at the party to drive you home, since you didn’t really know anyone there, and you didn’t trust anyone enough to spend time in their car with them, drunk and alone.

You didn’t know what to do.

So you took off your shoes, tears welling in your eyes, and started walking home.

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thymeandlemons-blog · 5 years

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save the last dance for me (2/4)

TJ/Cyrus [fluff, (not so) light angst, miscommunication, school dances and cheesy songs] Chapter 1 on Tumblr / Chapter 1 on AO3

Summary: TJ tries to keep his crush on Cyrus under wraps to avoid ruining their friendship. Jonah accidentally overhearing one of TJ’s many lovesick rants makes that much easier said than done.

Read Chapter 2 on AO3

With the school dance only two weeks away, the entire student body is in preparation mode. For most, this means trying out different hairstyles, or attempting to convince their parents to not embarrass them in front of their dates on the day of the dance.

For Cyrus, and by extension TJ, this means volunteering to help with the decorations.

If you told TJ a year ago he would spend his lunch break cutting out stars and hearts from multicolored papers, he might have shoved you into a locker and called you an idiot. But that was a year ago. This is present day TJ, and present day TJ is, as his sister Amber so kindly puts it, whipped.

So here he is, sitting at a table with Cyrus and Jonah making lopsided, wonky decorations, while Andi and Buffy are on break. They’re making conversation, but it’s tense and stilted because Jonah keeps giving him these looks, and TJ has no idea why because they’re supposed to have moved on from the jersey incident.

There’s no way he could have managed to piss off one of Cyrus’ friends yet again in such a short period of time, is there?

“So, Jonah” says Cyrus, while working diligently on painting a moon that looks more like a banana, “have you asked Libby to the dance, or are you coming with us?”

Jonah makes sure to glare at TJ again before starting. “I asked Libby, but she might have a family thing. She’s going to let me know tomorrow. Might tag along with you and Andi if she can’t come.”

“And TJ” Cyrus adds with a smile.

Jonah nods, apparently needing some time to process what Cyrus said, because just a few seconds later he scrunches up his brows and looks back and forth between TJ and Cyrus. “Wait, TJ?"

“Yeah, he’s coming with us. My mom can drop us off, we figured we’d pick up TJ first-“

“You’re going to the dance with Cyrus and Andi?” asks Jonah, turning to face TJ with yet another glare.

Now that Jonah’s passive agressiveness is making the switch to outright hostility, TJ is on edge. “Yes... Is that a problem?” he asks.

“I can’t do this anymore” says Jonah, chair scraping against the hardwood floor as he stands up in dramatic fashion. “I heard you on the phone yesterday TJ.”

Jonah pauses, looking at TJ expectantly, as if those few words should be enough to explain what has been going on.

TJ quickly runs through every phone conversation he can remember having, skimming his mind for anything he might have said that could have angered Jonah.

There was the call to Mr. Beale about the shipment of new uniforms... He spoke to his mom about having dinner at Cyrus’ place, and he called Reed to see how he was holding up. Could that be the reason Jonah is upset? But he didn’t seem to mind the Reed incident when it happened in the first place, so why would it piss him off that TJ is checking in on his friend? Unless...

Oh no.

Reed had asked him how things were going with Cyrus, and TJ had kind of just... Let everything out. He talked about how his feelings hadn’t lessened in the slightest, how worried he was that Cyrus’ friends didn’t like him, how terrified he was of telling Cyrus about his feelings and having Cyrus not only reject him, but start hating him...

If Jonah heard more than a few words of that conversation, TJ is screwed. He feels like he’s watching a car crash in real time as Jonah turns to face Cyrus.

“Cyrus, TJ doesn’t want to be your friend.”

He wants to be your boyfriend, TJ can almost hear him saying. He has spent months trying to keep his feelings a secret, months spent pretending being close to Cyrus doesn’t make his heart go into overdrive, and now it’s all about to come to an end. He closes his eyes and braces himself for the worst.

“He’s in love with Andi and he’s using you to get close to her!”

Wait, what?

“What?” Cyrus and TJ exclaim in sync. “That’s not true!” continues TJ, pushing his chair away as he stands up.

“I heard you TJ!” shouts Jonah, “you said you were in love with Buffy’s best friend and talked about how she would probably try to beat you up if she ever found out. You said most of all you were worried about Cyrus finding out you’ve been pretending to be friends with him this whole time because that would definitely ruin your chances of dating Andi!”

“I-“

Crap.

Well that’s definitely one way to interpret that conversation.

What he had actually talked about was how scared he was of Cyrus finding out he has been hiding his feelings this whole time, pretending he’s straight and just wants to be his friend. He had said it would ruin their friendship, let alone any possibility of a relationship. But of course Jonah heard “Buffy’s best friend”, and assumed his crush was Andi, and now TJ’s stuck.

He can’t tell Jonah he’s wrong without confessing to his crush right in front of Cyrus, and he can’t do that right now. He just can’t.

He tried it once, when he was in 5th grade. He had a crush on his best friend Billy, and he was sure Billy felt the same way. So, gathering all of his courage, he asked Billy to go to the park with him after school, where he laid all his feelings out on the table. When Billy didn’t say a word, TJ reached out to hold his hand like they always did when they wanted to comfort each other.

Unlike all those other times, Billy pushed him away so hard that he fell off his chair.

TJ thought watching his best friend run away from him with disgust in his eyes was the worst thing to ever happen to him. That was until the next day when he walked into school to find out Billy had told everyone what happened.

The bullying got so bad that TJ was scared of going to school every day. His family ended up moving so he could switch schools, even though they really couldn’t afford to financially. They were forced to upend their entire life because TJ wanted to act on his feelings… So when he got to Jefferson, he made sure no one would dare to treat him that way again.

It’s not that he thinks Cyrus would react the way Billy did. Cyrus is the best person TJ knows. He has the biggest heart, and he has been nothing but kind to him, even when he least deserved it. They’ve never talked about it but he doesn’t think Cyrus could be homophobic. It’s just… The odds of Cyrus returning his feelings are abysmally low, and even if Cyrus doesn’t hate him, they couldn’t recover their friendship after a confession like that. He can’t risk losing Cyrus. He just can’t.

Which leaves him with one other option.

“It’s true” he says with a heavy heart, staring at the floor.

“This entire time?” asks Cyrus, voice barely more than a whisper.

TJ doesn’t trust his voice not to break, so he just nods.

“And the reason you wanted to go to the dance with us was because you wanted to spend time with Andi?”

He can’t have Cyrus know about his real feelings, but he can’t have him think their friendship is fake either. What he has with Cyrus… It’s the most important thing to him. He needs Cyrus to know that.

“Cyrus you’re one of my best friends. This isn’t just about Andi.”

He sees Jonah open his mouth from the corner of his eyes, which as he has found out today, is never good news. “TJ just come clean. It’s better to be honest now than later.”

“I am being honest! Cyrus and I have hung out a thousand times without Andi, why would I do that if this was about her?”

“To gain Cyrus’ trust!”

“That’s not-"

Cyrus interrupts them, standing up but still clutching on to the pens in his hands. “I’m going to go join Andi and Buffy on their break.” Swallowing, he continues, “TJ, I don’t think you should be here when I get back.”

“But Cyrus-“

“Please, just… Please.”

He watches Cyrus walk away, wracking his mind for any way of getting out of this that wouldn’t mean losing his friendship with Cyrus, but he comes up blank.

One by one he starts gathering his stuff. He can feel himself tear up but he can’t afford to cry at school, so he just focuses on watching his hands and wills the numbness he is so accustomed to take over. He wants to find Cyrus, wants to fight for their friendship, but the least he can do right now is respect Cyrus’ wishes.

Just as he’s about to leave the classroom, Jonah’s voice interrupts him.

“Look, dude-“

“You’re the last person I want to talk to right now so please just shut up” TJ snaps.

“I’m not the bad guy here. You’re the one who’s been using Cyrus-“ Jonah tries to cut in, but it’s all too much, and the emotions TJ has been trying to bottle up burst to the surface.

“I’m not using Cyrus, you got the conversation all wrong!” he yells, unable to keep it in now that Cyrus is out of the room. “I don’t have a crush on Andi, I have a crush on Cyrus! I’ve had a crush on Cyrus for almost a year now, and everything’s ruined because you didn’t have the guts to talk to me alone before confronting me in front of him!”

If he was any less upset, TJ might have gotten some satisfaction from the way Jonah’s expression changes as he tries to piece two and two together.

“You what?” asks Jonah, and TJ doesn’t know if the look on his face is regret, confusion, or disgust, so he looks away to avoid dealing with it.

“I like Cyrus, Jonah” he says, voice low and honest.

“TJ… I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

The worst part is one glance at Jonah’s face makes it obvious that he means it. He’s genuinely sorry, and he doesn’t seem uncomfortable with this huge secret TJ just dropped on him. It hurts because none of this was malicious, and he can’t even blame Jonah when he was just looking out for Cyrus.

“It’s too late now isn’t it?”

“Why didn’t you just tell Cyrus you liked him?” Jonah asks.

It takes a beat before TJ can answer.

“Because I’ll take him being angry with me over him hating me.”

“He wouldn’t hate you TJ” says Jonah, kind and sincere, the way he’s known to be. “You know Cyrus better than that.”

He does, he really does, but... “It would ruin our friendship either way.”

“I don’t think you’re giving him enough credit.”

If he’s being honest with himself, he can admit that he really isn’t. The rational part of his mind is telling him how good Cyrus is, how kind, and nice, and how great a friend he is. But there’s also the voice he can’t quiet telling him this is typical TJ, ruining everything good in his life. Typical TJ, who can’t get his crush’s friends to like him. Typical TJ, who ends up hurting everyone he’s close to. Typical TJ, who most definitely isn’t good enough for Cyrus Goodman.

He doesn’t say anything, or even look back at Jonah as he leaves. He goes to his locker, packs up the rest of his stuff, and heads home. He can afford to skip half a day, and today, he's going to take a shower, then go to his room and let himself wallow in self pity.

Tomorrow, though, he’s going to talk to Amber and figure out a way to fix this, no matter what it takes.

#tyrus #tyrus fic #cyrus goodman #tj kippen #my fics #andi mack #so sorry for the delay on this #this chapter felt a bit off to me but i really really hope you guys like it #and please let me know if you have any feedback!

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strangerstuffandthingsimagines · 6 years

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Human Touch Pt.1 (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

Part 2

Series Summary: Having lived a sheltered life hidden in the cabin secluded in the woods, the reader is only now given the opportunity to explore what if means to be a regular teenager, as, she is granted the chance to experience her senior year. Following the events of October 1985, Billy meets the adoptive daughter of Jim Hopper, the same police officer who arrested him based on what had happened between Steve and Billy. The two find themselves completely enamoured with one another, although to Hopper’s dismay. There is more to the reader than meets the eye, and after what was supposed to be a fun night of sneaking into the school pool turns sour, the reader finds out there might be more to her than Hopper has led on.

Warnings: Swearing, romantic themes (nothing smutty though, yuh girl doesn’t write smut.)

A/N: I’m pretty nervous about this! I hope you enjoy it :) I’m not sure how many parts there will be, so I guess we’ll find out.

Taglist: @madhatterweasley @characterobsessed @lilmissperfectlyimperfect

Saturday, January 4, 1986

Luminescent blue light glowed from the still water of the pool, the strong smell of chlorine nearly burning your eyes as you hesitantly stood by the pool.

“Is it cold?” You asked, now second guessing if you really wanted to go swimming in the dead of night.

“The waters fine, besides, the pools heated,” Billy explained, his strong arms treading the water as he watched you in amusement. “This was your idea, remember?”

You purse your lips at him, arms folded across your chest.

“Fine.” You announced. “But turn around, no peeking.”

Billy turned slowly as he bounced on his tiptoes, just barely touching the floor of the deep end.

You kicked off your sneakers and peeled off your socks. Quickly you unfastened the button of your jeans and wiggled them off your legs. You hesitated with your shirt, now becoming nervous about what Billy might think as this was the closest you had ever been to naked in front of him. Finally, the thought of walking around in a wet shirt wasn’t so appealing as it was below zero outside.

Your arms wrapped tightly around your chest, feeling completely naked as you stood in your undergarments. The smell of chlorine lingered in the air as you shifted the weight of your feet.

“Okay, I’m-I’m coming in.” You announced as you sheepishly dipped a toe in, sloshing the water around.

Billy now thinking you had got into the water, turned to face you.

“Wow.” He breathed, taking in your entire being.

He admired the way the light silhouetted your shape, creating a vibrant blue outline along your skin.

Your head shot up from the toe you had been swirling in the water and immediately scrambled to hide from his entranced gaze.

“What? What? Why are you looking at me like that?” You spoke a mile a minute. “I told you not to look!”

Billy made his way to the edge of the pool, not looking away from you.

“You’re beautiful.” He said, still taken by you.

Your cheeks burned at his words, now chewing on your bottom lip.

“Really?” You asked in disbelief.

“Of course, you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.” His words like silk as his hands reached up to help you, water running down his arms as it traced his veins.

Kneeling down you gripped onto his shoulders, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you into the cool water. You let out a small gasp by the temperature, which had taken you by surprise.

“Cold?” He smiled.

Your heart pounded violently in your chest, nerves now overwhelming you.

“A little.” You admitted, thankful you were now in the pool so he wouldn’t be able to feel how sweaty your palms were. Guiding you backwards, you gently bumped into the wall.

“I’m not a very strong swimmer.” You admitted, as this entire idea sprouted from the misconception that this was something normal teenagers did. “I thought this would be a good idea, now I’m starting to second guess myself.”

“Put your legs around my waist, I’ll hold you up.” He explained, his hand cupping your thigh as you followed his instructions.

“I’ve got you.” He hummed, placing a soft kiss on your bare shoulder.

As soon as his lips made contact with your skin, tingles echoed throughout your body. Your nails grazed the skin on his back, uneasy by your own unfamiliar feelings.

“Sorry.” You blurted out. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”

“First time breaking the rules?” He grinned. “Don’t worry, no one’s going to catch us.”

“You’ve done this before?” You asked curiously, playing with the hair that clung to the nape of his neck.

“I use to back in California, I and a few friends would hop the fences, drink a few beers and smoke.” He reminisced. “You’d like it there. Lots of sea turtles if you know where to look.”

You smiled at the fact he remembered how much you loved turtles, cringing as well, just thinking about how that was one of the first things you decided to tell him about yourself when you first met.

“Maybe we can go sometime, me and you?” He suggested. “Get away from here. Away from this shit hole town.”

His lips parted slightly as he stared back at you waiting for an answer. All you could wonder was if he could feel the pulse of your heart as is rattled against your ribs.

He spun you around in the water, waves rippling from your slow movements. Your soft skin felt like silk under the water as his hands held onto your body.

“Billy.” You murmured as your lips pressed into his neck, his body tensing at your touch as goosebumps formed on his shoulders. “Kiss me.”

His free hand found your waist and pulled you as close as he possibly could, his chest pressed firmly against your own as he feverishly kissed your lips.

His free hand clutched the pool ledge, careful not to drift away.

His touch caused your head to go fuzzy as you were intoxicated off of him, completely drunk of the new feelings you felt, buzzing with every movement of his mouth on yours. His kiss making its way along your jaw, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

A loud slam of the corridor door startled you, sucking in a sharp inhale as you clung to him tightly.

“Shit,” Billy muttered, looking up from behind your hair.

“It’s Saturday, why would anyone be here?” you asked as Billy hoisted you out of the water. Scooting backwards you quickly scrambled to your feet.

“We gotta get out of here.” He stated now pulling himself out of the water. You fumbled to get your clothes back on as Billy followed suit.

“Janitor must have heard us, called the cops or something.” He explained as he straightened out his coat, before taking you by your hand. “We can get out this way.”

Muffled laughter softly echoed throughout the empty pool, your shoes squeaking as they failed to grip onto the wet tile. The vibrant red “EXIT” sign pulsed in the distance, your only escape route.

Both you and Billy tensed as the cold air blew against your damp bodies as you pushed open the heavy door. Peering around the corner, your heart sank as you saw the parked cruiser blocking the exit of the parking lot.

“We’re going to have to hop the fence.” You explained, your eyes scanning the area.

“Alright, shit.” Billy shivered in the cold, his arms wrapping around your shoulders.

“On three, we sprint to the fence.” You explained as you rubbed your hands together for warmth. “One. Two-“

“Three.” Billy laughed, beating you to the punch.

“Billy!” You yelled a giggle erupted from your lungs as you chased after him. “Wait up!”

Billy already starting on the fence his fingers clinging to the holes woven by the metal bars. Making sure you were keeping up, Billy glanced down now and then, although, you were hot on his heels.

Billy hopped down once he reached the top, landing with ease.

“Too fast for you?” He taunted with a smug look on his face. Before you could respond to his cockiness, a shout from the school doors startled you, promoting you to lose balance.

Your leg caught on the barbed wire fence, having to swing your weight over to avoid the rest of you getting caught, you prayed Billy would catch you before you smacked against the cement.

Just as you hoped, Billy’s strong arms caught your fall.

“Babe, are you okay?” He asked pressing a kiss to your temple, his voice filled with concern as he studied your face for any sign of harm.

“Yeah, I cut my leg a little.” You pointed down toward your calf. “But we’ll worry about that later.”

Ditching Billy’s car, the two of you began down the back alleyways until you made it to the main streets of the town. The relief of escaping quickly dissolved as blue and red washed over your features, bathing you in its light.

“Shit.” you breathed, your hand pushing away from Billy as the silhouette of a hat emerged from the sheriffs truck.

“Y/N.” Anger dripping from your father’s voice. “Get in the truck.”

“I can ex-”

“Now!” He ordered, not allowing an explanation from you.

As the pickup truck pulled up to the shabby cottage in the middle of nowhere, your hands eagerly unbuckled yourself from your seat, the souls of your shoes skidding against the gravel as you stepped out of the still moving car.

“Don’t you dare walk away from me. We are not done with this.” Hopper growled as you darted toward the front door.

“As if you haven’t already yelled at me enough.” You snapped back, your knuckles pounding against the front door for El to let you in.

The door slowly opened, El having not moved from the couch as she watched her soap operas on tv. You slammed the door in Hopper’s face before he could make it through the threshold of the house.

The door swung open, nearly smacking into your back.

“I’ve done everything for you, and you go against my explicit orders.” He continued his rant. “I told you to stay away from him and you didn’t listen!”

“I told you, I was hanging out with some people from school and they talked me into sneaking into the pool. When we got caught we all split up, I wasn’t just with him!” You lied, doing everything in your power to keep Billy out of trouble.

“I was a teen boy once, I’m not an idiot,” Hopper stated, a hand placed on his hip. “You really expect me to believe that?”

You craned your head back in frustration, a guttural groan escaping you. El now curiously took an interest in the argument unravelling in the living area.

“You are suffocating me.” You groaned, truly playing the role of a dramatic teen.

“It’s my job,” Hopper said firmly. “To protect you from jackasses like him.”

“I’m eighteen, Dad. I can take care of myself,” you said as you reached over the couch to grab a chip from the bowl in El’s lap. “The whole point of letting me go to school this year was to allow me to experience what it’s like to be a normal teenager for once.”

“Cut the dramatics.” He snapped, angrily shrugging off his coat.

“Maybe if you didn’t cut me off from society for eighteen years I wouldn’t have to be dramatic!” You yelled with a mouth full of chips, throwing your arms up in frustration.

“There it is again, the dramatics.” he sighed as he emptied his pockets of spare change and cigarettes, glancing at you with a hard look.

“You’re the one being dramatic,” you muttered, shoving more chips into your mouth as you stormed off to your room, making a statement by slamming the door.

Steam clouded the bathroom mirror as you soaked in the hot water, sitting on the floor the tub, you allowed the water to run down your body and wash away the chlorine and frost that clung to your skin.

You watched as red seeped into the clear water, swirling down the tub drain. Raising an eyebrow you wiped your hand on your leg, scrubbing away the dried blood that had crusted over the wound.

“The fuck?” you mumbled to yourself, pulling your skin around trying to locate the cut. There was no pain anymore, only furthering your confusion, as only an hour earlier you were limping from the deep gash caused by the barbed wire.

The wound was completely gone, not a sign or mark of your misadventure from earlier. It was as if it healed…all on its own.

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imagineaworlds · 6 years

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Caught In Your Eyes (Part Two)--Billy Hargrove

Written by @rune-of-a-writer

Part One, Part Two

Request: Hi. I love your work. I was wondering if you could do a billy imagine where the female reader is new to town and she’s a bad girl and billy instantly falls for her and tries to get with her. Thank you!!

Warnings: cursing, alcohol, drugs

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Summary: You meet Billy’s sister. Then when you and the group go to a party, things go wrong.

Word Count: 3,003

A/N: The picture is of my bby Froy Gutierrez as a FC for James.

Once school had ended, you found yourself trapped by your locker. James, Vance and Chris were towering over you, desperately trying to get you to go to a party this coming weekend. It was still a few days away, but James was persistent. His body was slouched against the locker beside yours, his shoulder pinning yours down as he lay his head on your chest in order to look directly up at you.

“Come on, (Y/N/N),” he whined, throwing his arm out, “It is quite literally, the first party of the school year. I’m pretty sure everyone is going to be there. And I can’t say that if you’re not there!” you had to bite your lip harshly in order to keep back a laugh. You had already decided to go to the party five minutes ago, but watching James’ theatrical attempt to persuade you was too good to pass up.

“Then I guess everyone isn’t going to be there,” you sighed just as dramatically, pushing yourself off of your locker, causing James to nearly fall to the ground had Chris not caught him.

“Oh come on! I’ll pay you in adoration and compliments,” James yelled down the hallway as you walked off, laughing quietly to yourself.

“I’ll be expecting those tomorrow morning! You have a week to woo me over, Tullen!” you yelled back, smirking over your shoulder. Pushing open the school doors, the sun nearly blinded you by it’s brightness. It was hotter than it was this morning and the snow and ice on the ground was practically gone.

You noticed the ginger haired girl by the Camaro again, Billy’s car. They didn’t look alike in the slightest but you knew they had to be related somehow. She seemed bored, twirling her skateboard on its edge while glancing up at the doors every few minutes. It had been 15 minutes since school had ended, which meant Billy was most likely doing some other activity that you didn’t care to enlighten the girl about.

Walking over, you tossed your backpack onto the trunk of your car before heading towards her. “Hey, kid!” you called out. She looked up at you, instantly narrowing her eyes. Yup, definitely related to the Hargrove guy.

“The blond is most likely in detention right now,” you lied, standing in front of her with your arms crossed. An annoyed huffed left her lips while she threw her head back. You eyed her board and gave her a smirk. “I can chill out here with you while you wait? I know how to skateboard, and I can show you some stuff if you don’t already know them,” you offered, watching as her eyes instantly lit up.

“Yeah, that’d be cool,” she grinned, slamming the board down and instantly jumping on it. The parking lot was empty thankfully so there wasn’t much of a worry that the younger girl would get run over. Hopping onto the trunk of the Camaro, you watched her as she skated back and forth from the steps of the school’s front doors and back to the car. She showed you what she knew how to do: a couple of kick flips (she managed to do three in a row before stumbling), kneeling down on the board and coming back up smoothly, turning the board in a circle, and other things.

“Nice job, kid,” you grinned, pulling your knee onto the trunk and leaning on it, “Do you know how to do a strawberry milkshake?” you questioned.

“I’ve been practicing. I haven’t gotten the full hang of it. My step-dad got a little upset when I came home with my jeans tore up because I fell off the board,” she explained, and held up her arm to show off the scar she had along the back of it. You nodded in understanding and watched as she tried the trick.

The two of you were so focused the you didn’t hear the school doors open.

“Here, lemme show you,” you said after a few minutes. You hopped down and she handed you the skateboard, carefully watching. You explained your feet positions and slowly moved the board as if you were doing the trick. “Like that,” you told her before actually doing the trick in full motion so she could see how it was done.

“Woah, that makes more sense!” she yelled out, quickly taking the board and doing what you said. First she completed the trick in slow motion like you did so her feet would get accustomed to the motions, before attempting the full trick. Which was a success. “I did it!”

“Yeah, and you didn’t ruin your clothes this time,” a voice sudden called out, causing the both of you to jump. You quickly turned around, coming face-to-face with the idiot from earlier. The girl rolled her eyes and picked up her skateboard.

“Exactly. That’s the point,” she snapped at Billy before giving you a grin and getting into the car, leaving the two of you alone.

“So, you decided to teach my sister how to skateboard?” he questioned, a smirk playing on his face, “Trying to woo me over?”

“She already knew how to skateboard,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes, “I was just making sure she didn’t get killed while her asshole brother was off doing who knows what,” Billy took another step closer, the two of you staring at eachother.

“Well then, how can I thank you when I don’t even know your name, princess?” he growled, his tongue darting out to run across his lips rapidly.

“Sounds like something you need to figure out,” you retorted, pressing your own tongue along the points of your k9’s. “However, you seem fond of ‘princess’. Maybe that’s all you need to know,” Billy’s grinned widened at this, letting out a low chuckle.

“Hm, ‘The Princess and The Asshole’? How’s that sound?” he snickered, taking another step closer. You crossed your arms and chuckled, shaking your head.

“I already know your name, Billy Hargrove,” you watched his face fall, “So really? It’s just ‘The Princess’, isn’t it?” you hummed, tilting your head to the side, parts of your (h/c) hair falling into your face.

“I’ll be calling you plenty of other things, princess, once I figure out who the hell you are,” he growled, his hands clenching inside the pockets of his jean jacket.

“Yeah, like ‘The Bitch Who Knocked Billy Hargrove Off His Pedestal’,” you grinned before walking backwards towards your car. “I’ll be lookin’ forward to it, asshole,” you smirked before turning around, grabbing your backpack, and getting into your car.

James had not only managed to convince you to go to the party that Saturday night, but he also managed to convince you to pick him, Chris and Vance up from his house. You didn’t mind, you had grown close with them the past week and they had become great friends. Pulling up outside James’ house, they were already waiting outside. The three of them rushed over, quick to get in and relish in your car’s heater.

“Jesus fuck,” Vance moaned out, “It’s like 2 degrees outside!”

“Don’t worry, once you’re plastered you won’t feel the cold,” Chris snickered and the four of you laughed.

The party wasn’t too far out, only about 10 minutes or so. And once you got to the street it was obvious to tell what house the party was being held. Light streamed out from every surface, music blaring down the road and the laughter of teens echoing all around. Parking the car, you all got out and headed over. Many people yelled out for you guys, the soccer team recognizing James and Vance and the baseball team recognizing Chris. Others yelled out for you since you had become well known the past week as well. Regardless, the four of you stuck together and weaved inside the house.

“I’m gonna go grab drinks,” Vance yelled out over the music before breaking off and heading towards the refreshment table.

The rest of you migrated towards the living room, luckily finding an empty couch. None of you were into dancing until you were thoroughly fucked up, so you had all agreed to chill for the beginning of the party. You were grateful for that because as much as you enjoyed parties, you didn’t know too many people and didn’t want to risk getting stranded. You curled up in the corner of the couch, tucking your knees under you and turning your body towards James and Chris. Vance found the three of you soon, drinks in tow.

“Alright! I’ve got a Pepsi for our DD,” he yelled, handing you the drink, “A Strawberry Kinky for the kinky one,” he yelled out, handing the vodka to James and causing him to shout in embarrassment, “Fireball and coke for the boring one,” he handed the drink to Chris, “And my own specialty,” he declared finally, squishing himself between James and Chris. The three of you stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to tell you what his drink was.

“You gonna tell us how much alcohol you’re drinking? Or are we just supposed to find out when you go on an hour-long rant about classism, and end it by making out with Barry Feller preceded by throwing up in a house plant?” James questioned, taking a gulp of his drink in order to keep himself from laughing.

“Oh my god, you didn’t,” you gasped out, not being able to contain your laughter.

“Listen!” Vance yelled out, face bright red as you all laughed loudly, “I can handle my alcohol, I swear!”

“Alright baby,” Chris cooed mockingly. You guys all laughed and shared more stories from drunk and high mistakes, their drinks allowing them to get more bold with their stories.

At some point, a crowd had formed. All the couches and chairs were taken up, the floor had disappeared due to the mass of bodies and the alcohol and soda bottles had found themselves on the coffee table. The music was just as loud, but none of you noticed. By now, it wasn’t just James, Chris and Vance drunkenly sharing their stories. Everyone else had pitched in their own embarrassing moments of intoxication. The first time they drank or got high, that one time their mom caught them, that time they ended up naked in the baseball field 10 minutes before school started. Nobody was holding back. Your attention was entirely focused on the group before you. Which had been a mistake.

You had always been a hyper-vigilant person, especially after your old school. You always knew what was happening around you, just in case something went wrong and you had to step into action. But with 30+ people all laughing and sharing their stories, you had totally forgotten about your drink. You had placed the half empty cup on the stand next to you, forgetting about it almost immediately after. However, when your eyes passed over the Pepsi bottle on the coffee table, you suddenly remembered. So when you did grab it take a well needed drink, you were shocked when it tasted different.

Of course you knew what Pepsi tasted like. It was your favorite thing to drink. And it didn’t taste like this. Your first thought was that you grabbed the wrong drink. But after a second inspection, you noticed it was the only drink on the stand. Furrowing your eyebrows, you stared into the drink, swishing it around. You couldn’t see anything within the dark syrup, so you took a tentative, second gulp. You let it sit in your mouth for a few moments before swallowing. Yeah, definitely not Pepsi. Deciding that a mix up had most likely just happened, you put the cup back down and focused on the group. You listened quietly as Talia spoke about one of her stories. But you couldn’t hear her all that well. Her speech was slow and muffled. You picked up your head to ask if she was okay, when you noticed that everything sounded like that. The music, the laughing, everything. Looking around, everything was getting blurry. It was happening slowly, not a sudden change.

‘What the fuck,’ you thought to yourself. You rubbed your eyes, blinking a few times to see if that helped anything. It didn’t. “Hey,” you whispered over to James, “I’m gonna go get some air.”

“Alright,” he nodded, looking at you briefly as you got up, making sure not to trip over anyone. Once you had successfully gotten through the crowd, you were slightly surprised to see the familiar shock of blond curls come through the front door. Instantly everyone called out for him, yelling at him for being late and telling him to join the crowd.

The two of you made brief eye contact, you attempting to send him your usual playful glare (though you're sure it came out as a grimace) and him sending you a confused, yet concerned frowned. As you brushed past him to go outside, he put a hand on your leather-clad shoulder, stopping you.

“You alright there, princess? Leavin’ just as I get here?” he joked, smirking down at you. You scoffed up at him, trying to shake the dizziness from you.

“Nah, just tryna get some fresh air. Your stench is overpowering.” you snickered, before stumbling past him and outside. Once the cool January air hit you, you felt a little better, but still not entirely there. You sat yourself on the porch steps, putting your head in your hands. Your (h/c) hair fell over your face as you tried to calm your breathing. Things were getting blurrier now, and even though you weren’t moving everything else was. You felt like you were going to fall down, and your body was getting harder to hold up. You had to lean yourself against the wall to keep from tumbling down the steps.

A sudden hand on your shoulder caused you to look up. Normally the person would’ve found an elbow in their throat, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to tell them to fuck off. You could hardly see who it was. You recognized blond hair and a leather jacket similar to your own. Hargrove.

“Fuck off,” you got out finally, shaking his hand off of your shoulder. He was saying something, you could hear the sound of his voice but not all of the words.

“What-wrong-fuck?” when you didn’t respond to him, he moved his hand to your face, grabbing your jaw and turning you to look at him. You hissed at the intrusion, not enjoying when people touch you, especially someone you barely know. “Who-come here-?”

“James,” you mumbled out, being able to put two and two together, telling him who you had come here with.

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Billy looked down at your slumped body, barely able to keep you from falling down the steps. Your usual confident, strong demeanor was gone when he had walked through the door which had confused him. So when you hadn’t returned after 15 minutes, he decided to check on you. Billy moved you farther away from the stairs before quickly going back inside to find James. He had never talked to this kid before, so he had no idea how this was going to go.

He found him in the kitchen, washing out his solo cup. James didn’t look too sober himself. Billy groaned, rubbing his forehead. Since when did he have to end up the sober, responsible one at a party?

“Ay, you,” Billy called out, getting James attention. “You came here with that one girl right?” he still hadn’t figured out your name.

“(Y/N)?” James asked, letting the cup drop into the sink. Finally.

“Yeah. (H/c) hair, leather jacket. You know the one. Listen, she’s out front, practically dead on the steps. You should take her home,” Billy said, taking a glance over at the loud crowd. He knew the party wasn’t going to last much longer and if you were left out there, not only would you get trampled over, but your barely-started reputation would get ruined.

“Woah, what?” James asked, narrowing his eyes. “I can’t drive. I don’t have a license and I’m not sober.”

“You’ve go to be fucking kidding me.”

“I’m not. Neither does Chris or Vance,” James said, his words slightly slurred. He swung his hand, vaguely motioning towards the crowd, which wasn’t helpful to identifying the two in the crowd. Then, James’ eyes widened and he punched Billy’s shoulder. Billy grabbed his wrist immediately, glaring at the smaller kid.

“Don’t. Do. That,” he warned, causing James to step back.

“Right. Sorry. But listen, you do. We all know you do with your fucking car. You can take us home, or her home, and then she can get her car in the morning,” James grinned as if it was the brightest idea in the world.

“And why would I do that?” James stopped to think.

“Because then she’ll stop calling you ‘asshole’?” he tried, giving Billy a questioning half smile. It worked.

“Grab the other two. Come on,” Billy growled, letting go of James’ wrist finally. James quickly jogged into the living room, telling Chris and Vance what was going on. They nodded quickly, jumping over the couch (Vance falling) before stumbling behind Billy.

Billy had prepared himself to have to pick you up when he got outside, but when the four of them walked out of the house you weren’t there. Billy’s eyes widened, quickly jumping down the porch steps.

“Yo, what the hell?” Vance called out, looking over the porch. “This some kinda prank Hargrove? I’ll kick your ass!”

“You couldn’t take him on,” Chris grumbled, jogging down the steps.

“It’s not a prank,” James called out. He had gone around to the side of the house to see if you were there, but instead he had found your jacket. He came back to Chris, Vance and Billy, holding it up.

“Where the fuck did she go?”

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norequestimagines · 6 years

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Soft Place to Land [1/1]

{Billy loves Rachel. Rachel loves Billy. Rachel’s dad loves her. He does not love Billy.}

"You are forbidden from seeing that Hargrove boy, do you understand me?!" Her father was cut off by the sound a door slamming upstairs. Rachel had been caught. Again. She knew her dad didn't like her seeing Billy. Everyone in Hawkins knew her dad didn't like her seeing Billy. He was bad news. Fast car, leather jacket, and serious anger issues. A boy like Billy had no business with a girl like Rachel. According to her father, at least. She was frustrated. No other word encapsulated how she felt. Just completely and totally frustrated. She and Billy were so careful! They never spent time at her house or his. They didn't even hang out in Hawkins, for heaven's sake. At school, they pretended the other didn't exist, which all but drove both of them crazy. But her mom, Carolyn, was an administrator at the school, and they just couldn't risk it. They arranged meeting places and times through locker notes, left when no one was looking. Fate, as it would seem, just wasn't on their side. Rachel and Billy had decided to meet for lunch and a movie, three towns over. They were halfway through their shared milkshake when the door bursted open, drawing everyone in the diner's attention, including the two teens. "YOU!" Her father's finger was pointed right at Billy. "What the hell do you think you're doing with my daughter?!" This was not the first run in Billy had with Brad. He'd repeatedly been told to stay away from her, and it was becoming clean that Brad's fuse was getting shorter and shorter. "Listen, Sir, I didn't-" Billy held his hands up in a surrender. "You shut the hell up! You are not the kind of boy I want Rachel around and you know that! You think you can lure her away from home, to what? Take advantage? Huh? Is that you're plan?!" Brad's arms were flailing wildly, fueled by his anger. He was red in the face and not calming down. Billy recoiled, the sight reminding him of his own father. "Sir, I would never dream of-" the boy started at the same moment Rachel spoke up, "Dad, no! That's not what-" Brad saw who he could only assume was the diner manager on his way to diffuse the situation and knew he needed to reign himself in. "Both of you, just stop. Rachel, I'm parked across the street. Go." The young girl looked across the table and her boyfriend, tears in her eyes, her lip quivering. "It's okay, Rach, go." Billy mumbled, tears in his own. I love you, he mouthed. She mouthed her affections back to him before standing and walking out in front of her dad.

After listening to him rant the entire drive home, she leapt out of the car the moment he pulled into the driveway. She completely ignored her mom when she walked past her on her way to the staircase, stomping her way up. Brad was hot on her tail the whole time, only stopping at the bottom of the stairs but continuing to yell. Once her heard her door slam, he went silent. Sure, they've argued before. They've argued over Billy before. But he'd never seen her so angry with him, and it hurt. Maybe that was part of the reason he got so mad at her- because she'd rather her own father be angry with her if it meant she could be around that hooligan. He didn't understand her. Brad grew up in Hawkins and worked alongside Hopper at the station. He knew all about Billy's background. Kicked out of two schools for fighting, speeding ticket after speeding ticket, grades in the dumpster. He would never be good enough for his Rachel. Rachel was always a good kid, always! Kept her head down and stayed out of trouble. Always worked her butt off to get straight A's. She was so smart, so why was she being so stupid, hanging around that Hargrove kid? He was in the same town they were, doing extremely last minute Christmas shopping. It was Christmas Eve and he couldn't find a ham anywhere. When he saw Rachel and Billy through the window of that diner, he completely lost it. Sure, looking back, he knew he way overreacted, but he couldn't admit that to anyone but himself. Just like he couldn't admit the reason he didn't like Billy. Billy Hargrove reminded Brad Anderson way too much of himself when he was 17. He was always getting into fights at school. Always arguing with teachers, getting kicked out of class. Always totaling cars, drinking underage, not listening to any kind of authority. He knows he wasn't any good when he was a kid, and his little girl deserved better than that. Upstairs, Rachel was a wreck. She threw herself across her bed, bawling into her arms. She wasn't an idiot, she knew Billy was bad. But she knew so much more than that. She knew what his dad did to him. She knew he didn't want to be the way he was. She knew he had a side that was so gentle and soft and loving. Billy had a hard time showing that side of himself but he was learning. He had so much good in him, he just needed someone else to see that. And Rachel did. She had hopes of exchanging gifts in the diner, after they had finished lunch, since she knew they wouldn't get to see each other tomorrow, Christmas Day. Now she feared she would never be able to speak to Billy again. - It was later, now. Much later. Rachel had cried herself to sleep. After getting up, washing her face and getting something to eat, she was about the head back upstairs to bed when she heard a knock on the door. She paused, the knock having been so soft she thought she was imagining it. She raised her foot to ascend once more when the knock sounded again. She walks to the door quickly, and the sight she sees through the peephole astounds her. It was Billy. That alone was reason enough for her to be shocked. Billy Hargrove, on her porch, after everything that happened today? But seeing what happened to Billy's face tore her to shreds. His eyebrow was split, causing blood to trickle down the side of his face. His nose had been bent, a butterfly bruise beginning to form in the center of his face. His cheek was raw, his lip was swollen. He looked to be having trouble standing up straight, doubled over in pain. She honestly wouldn't have recognized him if he hadn't been wearing the same outfit as earlier. The second she had the door open, she was drilling him. "What happened?! What did he say? What did you say?? Did Susan do anything? God, she never does anyth-" Rachel was rambling, her hands running all over Billy, looking for more injuries. She noted that he winced when she touched his ribs. "Baby, baby, it's okay. I'm okay. I just had to see you. I... I'm sorry. For everything. For ever getting involved with you in the first place. I'm no good. I'm no good for anyone, but I'm especially no good for you. You're dad's right, you should be with someone better." Billy had tears in his eyes as he looked down at her. "Billy! Don't you dare! Don't you say any of that ever again! I love you, Billy. Whatever he said, whatever my dad said, none of it is true!" Rachel would've kept assuring him if she weren't interrupted by her parents coming downstairs. In her panic over her boyfriend's condition, she didn't even notice them until she heard her dad's voice. "Rachel, get upstairs. Now. Billy, this is it. You come around again and I'll-" Brad went silent upon seeing Billy. His eyes raked over the boy, and for the first time, he felt bad for him. Still, unconciously, he stepped between his daughter her boyfriend. "What happened? Who did this to you?" Billy met Brad's eyes before looking at Rachel, quesioningly. "It's okay, honey, you can tell him. Go ahead." He met her dad's gaze once more, only for a moment, before casting his eyes to the floor. "My old man, he... he's always beat up on me. But tonight he got drunk. Asked where I'd been. I told him I was out with Rach and he uh... he asked why I was with 'that whore' again and I just... I lost it." He looked directly at Brad, his gaze not breaking this time. "Rach is my girl, and no one is going to talk about her like that, no matter what. So I swung on him. I swung on him hard. I thought I'd finally won. I finally beat him. But when I was walking away, he broke a bottle over my head. I don't really rememeber what happened after that... I just know it hurts. I hurt all over. It's never been this bad before. I'm scared and I didn't know where to go. I just needed to see Rachel." When he looked back at her, she was nearly sobbing. She pushed passed her dad, jumping into Billy's arms, crying into his neck. He grabbed onto her as if she'd vanish if he didn't. "I'm so sorry, Billy, I'm so sorry!" "Shh, shh, it's okay, I'm here, ain't I? I'm alright, sweetheart, I'm always alright." Brad had heard about Neil Hargrove before. The neighbors had called into the station, saying they heard fighting going on at the house. Teachers were concerned about Billy's home life because of his attitude at school. Any time an officer would go to the Hargrove house to check up on things, everything checked out. All of the officers got a weird vibe from Neil and Susan, but there was nothing concrete to go off of so there was nothing they could do. Brad looked back at his wife for a moment, his attention being taken by the sound of a truck rumbling up their street. "Kids, why don't we take this conversation into the house?" He said, still keeping eye contact with the truck as it parked in front of the house. Neil Hargrove's truck. The teens quickly walked into the house, Rachel supporting a large amount of Billy's weight. Carolyn, Rachel's mom, followed suit. "Brad? Honey, are you coming?" "I'll be in soon, darling. Go take care of them." She turned, only to be stopped by the feeling of her husbands hand on her wrist. "And call the station. Hop is on patrol tonight." - "Let's get you kids some cocoa, huh? You must be freezing, Billy! Did you drive?" "No, ma'am, I walked from my place. Was hoping my dad wouldn't notice I'd left if he didn't hear the car." "Oh, you poor thing! Rachel, get him a blanket from the hall closet, would you? Oh! And one of your brother's sweatshirts! There's still a few in his room from when he left for school!" Rachel kissed Billy's head before leaving the room. "Billy, honey," Carolyn started once her daughter was out of earshot, "I know Brad has has issues with you, but try not to blame yourself for that. He sees a lot of himself in you. Seems like only yesterday, my dad was telling me, 'Carolyn, don't you ever talk to that Brad boy again!', but he came around. Brad will, too." She repeated her daughters actions, kissing him on the head before exiting. Billy sat in shock. Here he was, in Rachel's house. And her parents welcomed him in. Her mom is making him cocoa. What kind of alternate universe is he in? - It took Neil much, much longer than it should've to get out of his truck. Even longer to walk up to the house. He tripped and almost fell at least three times. "Mr. Hargrove, how can I help you?" Brad looked down his nose at Neil, who was still standing on the walkway, down a small set of stairs. "I know he's here, pig, I saw him when I pulled up. Just give me my boy, alright?" Neil slurred, still clearly drunk. "Neil, did you drive while intoxicated, to confront an officer, about taking home the kid you just beat? Man, you're a cocky son of a bitch, I'll give you that." Brad chuckled in disbeleif. "Listen," hiccup, "Just give me the boy and we'll both be out of your hair. I'm his dad, now hand him over." The drunk man stumbled, bracing himself on the mailbox. "You know what, Neil? I'll do you one better. How about I arrest you, take you in for driving under the influence, and we'll have a nice little chat tomorrow morning about your court date, hm?" Neil didn't like that answer. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was just that he's generally an idiot, but he decided it was in his best interest to walk up the front steps to square up with Brad. After slowly making his way up, he very unsteadily raised his arm, forming a fist. He threw his arm forward, but in his druken stupor, lost his balance and fell. He just started to push himself up when Brad pushed him back down with his foot. The sober man knelt down, placing a knee on Neil's back to hold him steady, and held his hands together behind his back. As perfect timing would have it, a second truck came speeding toward the house. Only this one had red and blue lights flashing from the roof. Hopper parked haphazardly with two wheels over the sidewalk. Jumping out of the Blazer, he was pulling his cuffs from his belt while walking up to the house. - When Brad walked back into the house, the sight before him made his heart melt more than he'd like to admit. Rachel was curled up into Billy, her torso resting on his slouched figure. His fingers were gently running along strands of her hair as he kissed her forhead now and again. She was facing him and they were talking in hushed tones. The older man decided to not ruin their moment, instead walking to the kitchen to check on his wife. - "Are you sure you're okay? You said you're ribs were hurting, what if you have a cracked rib or something?! We can go to the hospital, Billy, really, it's no prob-" "Sweetheart, I'm fine, really." Billy chuckled. "All I need is a few more kisses from you and some of that cocoa your mom is making because it smells killer." He smiled down at her. Rachel began to smile before rolling her eyes at herself. "This is so ridiculous. You show up unannounced, beaten and bloody, and you're the one comforting me." The boy laughed loudly this time, throwing his head back. Rachel loved seeing him laugh that way. He looked so careless and at ease. He deserved to feel that way more often. Their heads turned when they heard the kitchen door swing open. "Okay! I've got hot cocoa for everyone, extra marshmallows because it's officially Christmas!" Carolyn said joyously. She always loved Christmas, and got almost more excited than Rachel ever did. Considering how much Rachel loved it, that was really saying something. Everyone took a mug from the tray, the elders sitting down in the large armchairs across from the couch. "So, Billy, listen. You-" "I know I need to get going, sir. I'm sorry I showed up like this. And I'm sorry about my dad. I'll get out of-" "Whoa, whoa, slow down there, tiger. I'm not pushing you out the door just yet. Carolyn and I have talked and you're welcome to stay here as long as you'd like." At his words, the kids were totally and completely shocked. "I... But... My dad, he-" "Your dad is in jail for the night, but they'll probably have to release him tomorrow, once he's sobered up. Now, with your go ahead, I'd like to fight him on this. But you're almost 18 so there's not a big chance the system will give you up. It's just a lot of paperwork and processes that would probably take so long your birthday would pass before it's final anyway. But, that doesn't mean that I don't have connections. The cheif is one of my best friends, the town judge is Carolyn's father. We'll still look into things, make sure that kid sister of yours is okay. We have your back, Billy. If you want us to, that is." Billy had no words. For once in his life, he had no idea what to say. He was more and more overwhelmed with everyword that came out of his girlfriend's dad's mouth. Instead of replying, he felt his eyes well up with tears. His hands flew to his face, attempting (and failing) to cover up his emotions. Rachel wrapped an arm around the boys shoulders, the other around his front. "It's okay, baby. You're okay. You're safe here." She continued to console him until his cries turned to quiet sniffles. He raised his head, wiping under his eyes and clearing his throat. "Thank you, sir. I uh... Thank you." "You're more than welcome, dear." Carolyn spoke up, looking at him warmly. He hadn't been looked at like that since his mom died. "Now, we'll have Rachel show you to the shower, and you can stay in her brother's old room. We can sort out your belongings and car situation after you get some rest, does that sound okay?" "That sounds amazing, Mrs. Anderson, thank you. Thank you both." The teens stood, stopping halfway up the stairs when Brad's voice sounded once more. "Billy, you can stay in Rachel's room tonight. It's not going to be a regular thing, but I know you're pretty shaken up right now. No funny business!" "Dad!" Rachel yelled back, but this time with a smile on her face. She grabbed Billy's hand, leading him the rest of the way.

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