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that-sarcastic-writer · 8 months

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Twisted Love

Billy Russo X Latina!Mercenary!Reader

Summary: based on this moodboard murder date with Billy made by the love of my life @fluffyprettykitty thank you for the inspo

Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors yall better dnfi, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, fingering, blood kink, choking, hair pulling, degradation, he calls her a whore and she likes it, allusion to gunplay & knife play, Billy and reader get turned on by questionable acts, def dark themes, dark!Billy, dead bodies, actual murder, many acts of violence, and Billy canonically likes it rough and painful, they're both just unhinged

Reader is referred to as she/her, speaks Spanish here and there and is described to have long hair. If this is not you, that is okay. This is solely based on the moodboard. I use no further specifications so you can enjoy it regardless :)

WC: 4k

A/N: I'm sorry in advance for the person that I am, I blame selene for encouraging this. You have been warned, you read under your own responsibility. I missed Billy and his murderous questionable kinks, so here we are. (If you actually enjoy this you I guarantee we will see each other in hell)

"Billy." You groaned quietly, the voice in your earpiece shutting up at the sharpness of your voice.

"Yes darlin'?"

"I can't focus on shooting your target if you keep saying how you're going to fuck me stupid tonight. Or how you've been really wanting to fuck me with your gun." You said the last part through your teeth as you did your best to remain professional and stay focused. You were a mercenary, sure, but you were a professional one.

"If you keep talkin' back, I will do so much more than that. You like knives, don't you?" You could hear the smug smirk he probably had on his face through his voice, even through your earpiece.

You couldn't help but groan, your skin growing burning hot under all of your gear, and it was getting hard to control your breathing the longer he kept spitting filthy words at you.

"This is your op, Billy. So we can either have phone sex or I can shoot your target. Can't do both." You rolled your eyes, adjusting your grip on your handgun as you tried to ignore the heat between your legs. You heard him chuckle.

"You're gettin' paid either way darlin'," he reminded you. "But if you get a headshot, I'll give you your bonus."

You actually laughed at this, a smirk of your own falling on your lips, "You know I never miss. Don't gotta double tap if I shoot 'em in the head."

This was like a little game of yours. Any time Billy called you— for anything other than a good fuck— it was for a target mission off the books. Legally, he was just a private contractor. Private security was his main gig. But off the books, he was still getting paid to take out targets for his old military superiors. When someone pushed at his buttons too much, he called you. Because you were like a ghost, in and out, no one even knew you were ever there. And he thought your post-op adrenaline made for killer sex. You getting paid was just a courtesy on his end. You had honestly stopped caring about the money a long time ago. But he paid you your part anyway. So it was a win-win situation for everyone involved.

"Mhmm, I love it when you talk dirty." He sighed a long breath and you smiled to yourself, holding your gun close to your chest as you quietly walked through the dark, otherwise empty house. You could hear movement and indistinct voices on the other side of the wall

"I hear voices in the next room. Two targets so far. Standby for confirmation." Billy laughed at how official you sounded. You truly never did get rid of that military part of you.

You peeked your head through the crack on the door of a large study. You chewed on your bottom lip as you tried to identify the targets. One was the man Billy had hired you to kill, a Marine Colonel that had gotten too greedy and was making threats. That didn't exactly sit well with Billy or anyone else involved. The other man, though, you weren't sure, but he also seemed to be military.

"I'm looking at your target. But I'm not sure who the other one is. Looks military, though. What do you want me to do?" You whispered the question to Billy. He stayed silent for a few seconds. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, growing inpatient at his silence. But he spoke before you could yell at him.

He groaned first, clearly something hadn't gone according to plan. "Just take both of them out. I don't need witnesses."

"Whatever you say, pretty boy." You took in a deep breath, your heart starting to race as the adrenaline started to pump in your blood.

"Remember, I want you in and out, don't worry about nobody else. That's what I'm here for, baby."

"You're such a romantic, mi cielo." You bit your lip, you heard him chuckle in response.

You waited another second, long enough for them to be close enough for you to take them out both at the same time before the other could draw their gun. Stealth was your specialty anyway. You were thankful the large doors didn't creak when you opened them further. Both men were facing away from you. Good. You took a step inside the study, and with a grin, you pulled the trigger.

One.

Two.

Both men dropped to the ground with a thud. You sighed out the breath you had been holding and you slowly approached the two bodies. And you smiled at your work.

Headshots.

"I'm done here. Getting out now." You said to Billy. You heard him give you a quick hum of confirmation.

You nodded to yourself, picking up your shell casings before you hurried out of the study. You went around through long halls for what seemed to be an eternity, until you came to the hall that led to the foyer of the house.

Almost there.

"Don't you fucking move." A voice rasped beside you. You saw out of the corner of your eye the barrel of a handgun. Well so much for Billy taking care of everything.

You closed your eyes, slowly raising your hands to show your handgun. You turned your head enough to look at the man. More military. Great. This was going to be shit show.

"Who the fuck are you? Why are you here?" The man screamed at you, his gun still on your face. You said nothing, you simply stared at him. He couldn't really see your face, not through your balaclava. Only your eyes were visible. "Give me that fucking gun and get on the ground. Now!"

You stared at him, not moving a muscle. The only man you would ever get on your knees for was Billy. This one could shoot you for all you cared.

"I said get on your knees or I'll shoot!'

"Shoot me then." You said dryly, hands still in the air.

Just get a bit closer, you thought.

The man seethed at your response and stepped closer. Your lips irked up. You turned your body, your free hand gripping his gun and diverting it away from your head. The man squeezed the trigger. You grunted loudly, your ears ringing, but you didn't care. You wrestled with the man, landing a punch on his face that made his nose gush with blood. He stumbled backward but didn't fall. If anything, that made him more angry, and he lunged at you. He reached for the braid that stuck from under your balaclava and he pulled, really fucking hard. You grunted out in pain when he tugged your hair to drag you close enough for him to grab you. You fought against him, but you could only do so much against a man twice your size. His fist hit your jaw with enough force to make you dizzy for a second. And he took that opportunity to grab your vest and threw you over a nearby coffee table. Your body slammed so hard against it you ended up on the floor, with it in pieces.

You weren't a religious person, but goddamn, you were seeing God right about now. You groaned in pain as you tried to push through. You tried to sit up as fast as you could, but the man was already towering over you, and a large boot forced you down by your chest. You forced down the cry of pain you wanted to let out, only breathing out sharply instead. You couldn't find your gun, and you had one, pointed right at your face now.

"Fucking bitch." The man spat, leaning down to tear your balaclava from your face. You grunted, your face twisted into a scowl as he pulled it off. He scoffed. He was about to say something into his walkie when a voice you were all too familiar with caught his attention.

"Hey." Billy stood a few feet away, having heard the gunshot and ran in. He didn't even flinch when he pulled the trigger. The man dropped dead a second later.

You blew out a breath of relief, and you laughed, running a hand over your face. Well shit. You were hoping you wouldn't get any blood on yourself tonight.

Billy was beside you in a split second, a large hand pulling you up to your feet. His eyes were big with a mixture of panic and anger, and he scanned your body for injuries. His hand landed on your lip, split and bleeding. His jaw ticked but you shook your head at him.

"You okay?" He asked with a heavy breath. You nodded at him, your own hands touching his face. Blood stained his neck and part of his face. But you had a feeling it wasn't his. "Si?"

You nodded again, "Si."

Billy plastered a hard kiss on your lips, his hand holding the back of your head. You hummed against his lips, gripping his own vest. He pulled back after a few seconds, and his eyes landed on the dead man lying next to him. His neck twitched, and his jaw tightened as he pulled the trigger two more times. The man was already dead, Billy had shot him in the head the first time. But he needed to get that out of his system.

"That was by far the hottest thing you've ever done for me." You breathed out, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You kissed him this time. Much harder. He groaned into your mouth, the side of his handgun brushing your hip as he gripped them with both hands.

"Did you do what I asked?" He muttered against your lips.

"Headshots. As always." You smirked against his lips, your skin growing hot just as the ache between your legs grew.

"Mhmm, that's a good girl." He pressed another kiss to your lips. "Come. Gotta get outta here."

You nodded, looking on the ground for a second for your handgun. Your eyes skimmed around for a bit before you smiled and you happily picked it up from the ground. When you looked up, Billy was looking at you with an irked eyebrow.

"Que? It's my favorite gun. I wasn't gonna leave it here. It's got my fingerprints all over it." You shrugged, casually walking past Billy towards the kitchen. You came through that backdoor. It'd probably be easier to leave that way as well.

Billy watched you with a raised eyebrow. It did always turn him on to see you in your tactical gear. He laughed to himself and followed you. He stayed close behind you, within hand reach at all times. He was so close that he actually bumped into your back when you stopped abruptly. You turned around, and one of your hands came to grip his vest while the other held up your handgun. He frowned, about to question you when you forcefully moved him to the side an inch or two.

"Agh shit!" He grunted out, a bullet still catching the plate on his back with enough force to make him stumble.

You kept your grip on his vest as you pulled the trigger twice and he heard a loud thud a second later. When he turned his head he saw a guard on his back, writhing in pain as blood gushed from his chest. Shit, he must have missed the guy when he was clearing the outside of the house.

He draped a hand over his shoulder where the bullet hit, eyes never leaving you as you quietly walked over to the guard, gun held up. The man began to stammer, coughing up blood as he tried to crawl away. You blinked, head tilted and jaw tight as you pulled the trigger two more times. The man stopped moving with that second bullet. Your face twisted with disdain when you felt blood splatter on your face. Again.

"Agh, puta sangre de mierda." This fucking blood.

You harshly wiped your hand over your face, probably making a bigger mess than there already was. You flinched, your gun held up and stopped at Billy's chest. He had a wide smirk on his face, his hands raised, but he was just mocking you.

"You wanna point that gun somewhere else, pretty girl?" He taunted with a smirk. You gritted your teeth and clenched your jaw.

"Estás fucking sordo?" Are you fucking deaf? Billy couldn't speak Spanish. But he had learned to pick up on your angry Spanish over time. His smirk only grew wider when you holstered your gun and slammed your flat hands against his chest, attempting to shove him, but he didn't move much. "Did you not hear the motherfucker coming? Are you okay? Did the bullet go through the plate?"

He found your angry concern amusing, endearing even. But the mocking smirk on his face only made your blood boil more.

"Aw, my pretty mercenary is worried about me?" He taunted you more, and the fire in your eyes made him completely forget about the throbbing on his shoulder blade. Though he felt a different kind of throb when he felt your flat palm collide with his cheek.

His eyes widened for a second as he processed the heat spreading through his cheek. He breathed a laugh, but it wasn't a humorous one. Not in the slightest. He ran his tongue over his lips, he could taste the smallest bit of blood. He counted in his head. Six guards altogether, three Marines inside. There were five dead bodies outside. Four inside. Good.

He didn't say a word as he reached out to you, he grabbed the back of your braid and crashed his lips against yours with so much force it gave you whiplash. You didn't protest though, you welcomed it, actually. You gripped his vest tightly as he slipped his tongue inside your mouth. He hummed with satisfaction as you clung to his vest. He gripped your hair tightly as he made you back into the kitchen island behind you.

You gasped into his mouth when you felt him hoist you up on the counter.

"The fuck are you doing?" You pulled back enough to speak, not that you were arguing with him, you had been wanting him ever since you got here. He flashed you a sadistic grin as he gripped your vest and pulled you to the edge so that he was standing between your open legs.

"Gonna fuck you stupid. That's what." He replied in a heartbeat as his fingers unbuckled the clasps of your vest. He tossed it aside and his eyes instantly landed on the blood splatters staining your jaw and neck.

"Right here?" You gave him a wide eyed look, lips slightly parted as he ridded himself of his own vest, leaving him a plain black long-sleeve compression shirt.

"Right here. You did everythin' I asked, and more. And you know I'm a man of my word." Your long-sleeve black shirt was gone next and his lips immediately attached to your jaw. "You don't gotta play innocent with me darlin'. Bet if I touch you you’ll be soaking wet."

Fuck, you wished he didn’t know you so well. You were real fucking good at pretending with the whole world. But you couldn't pretend with him. And you couldn't deny that you had been wanting him to fuck you senseless the second you saw his face that day. And that tactical uniform of his, fuck it didn't help your cause in the slightest.

"You know I always want you, doesn't matter when or where." You answered through a ragged breath, your eyelashes fluttered as he ran his tongue over the skin of your neck, and at the same time, he shoved his hand into your cargo pants, right past your panties.

"Yeah, you want me? You want me right now? Covered in blood and everythin'?" He pulled back enough to watch your face as his finger brushed over your cunt. And he was pleased by how right he was. You were so wet. Your mouth fell open as he slipped a finger into you with ease. "You are such a fuckin' whore. You've been this wet this whole time, haven't you? You just killed three men for me, and you're wet?"

God, you should feel disgusted with yourself, with him, but you felt nothing of the sort. If anything, it aroused you more. You ground your hips against his hand, desperate for more as your shaky hands fumbled with the belt of your cargo pants. You tugged until you ultimately got them off one leg once you managed to kick off one of your combat boots. Billy only watched with amusement as you struggled. But he otherwise didn't help you. He liked watching you struggle.

"Goddamn you're so needy. Such a needy whore." He mocked you with a laugh, but he rewarded you with another finger nonetheless.

"Yes, yes I'm a whore." You whined, holding yourself upright by gripping his shirt. "I'm your whore. Fuck— Please, I did good."

Billy nodded at this, the pathetic pleads coming from your mouth making his cock strain against his cargos even more. How such a fierce and vicious mercenary like yourself could give in so easily to him he had no idea, but he sure wasn't complaining. Not in the slightest.

"Yeah. Yeah, you did. I'm gonna give you exactly what you deserve, don't worry." He spoke through a groan, he rutted his palm against your clit, brushing against it as he curled his fingers against that one spot that made your thighs shudder.

You bunched his shirt around your fist as your mouth fell open in a silent moan, your hips involuntarily grinding against his hand. Billy watched with amusement as you desperately rocked yourself back and forth on the counter while he undid his pants with his free hand.

His fingers left you abruptly, leaving your chasing and jaw slacked. You whined, your mouth opening to curse at him but he was gripping your braid with one hand as he brushed his cock through your folds, coating himself in your slick.

"Yell at me again and I will fuck you with my gun until you cry." He spat, his jaw twitching as he forcefully slammed into you with a snap of his hips.

You actually cried out this time, your toes curling and your nails dug into his chest. He pulled you to the edge of the counter until your legs hung loosely over his hips. He wound up his hand around your hair, pulling your head back as he rutted himself against you. He held your neck on full display as he dipped his head and ran his tongue over where blood stained your skin.

"Fuck baby— you always feel so good. But goddamn, you fuckin' taste like heaven." He breathed against your skin, dragging his tongue from your pulse point to your jaw.

Your fingers slipped into his hair, tangling around the chocolate locks to the root. And you pulled, and you pulled so hard he actually grunted in pain.

"Dios Billy." You moaned, your lips against his ear, and he slammed into you so hard then he made you slide back on the counter.

"Not God, baby. But I can be." He breathed out a laugh, his face pressed against your cheek as he wrapped his long fingers around your throat. "Trust me, darlin', when I'm done with you, not even God is gonna make you get outta bed tomorrow."

You choked out a cry as he brought you closer against him— if that was even possible— and threw one of your legs over his shoulder. His cock hit so deep it actually made you roll your eyes back this time.

"O-oh shit— shit Billy. I'm gonna come. Please, I wanna come." You spoke in between pants, what you could manage to say with his hand on your throat. You were holding on to him for dear fucking life, both arms thrown over his shoulder as if he was the only thing keeping you from slipping off the countertop.

"You wanna come? My pretty mercenary wants to come? You earned it, didn't you?" He pulled back enough to watch your face, and he released the grip on your throat so you could respond.

"Yes! Coño I earned it, please." You sounded so desperate but you didn't care, if there was one man in this world you could let yourself be vulnerable for it was Billy.

"Mhmm, of course you did." He slipped his hand between your bodies and his thumb rubbed harsh circles on your clit and he drilled into you, pretty much holding you in one place with a tight grip on your ass. "Yeah, like that? Yeah just like that, come for me. You're good at following orders, so come."

You were seeing white the second his thumb was on your clit and your fingers tugged at the roots of his hair as you came with a silent cry. You eyes were screwed shut and your mouth was hanging wide open as you gripped him tight enough to make his cock twitch. He breathed out a sigh of satisfaction and his lips curled up as he felt your wetness coat his cock. He looked down, and the sight of his cock slick with your come almost made him lose it.

With a grunt he held you to his chest with a tight grip on the back of your neck and his fingers dug into your ass, holding you still for him as he fucked you.

"Yeah, you take it just like that. Fuck— fuck that's a good girl." He moaned out the words, his head falling back ever so slightly. Enough for you to press your lips to his neck. But what made him completely lose it was your tongue, on his neck, similarly licking up the dry blood on his skin. "Ooh fuck me."

His fingers dug deep into your scalp, enough for you to feel a slight burn, but you didn't fucking care. You dragged your lips up to his jaw as he fell still and you breathed out a laugh of satisfaction when you felt him spill himself inside you. He dragged his hips lazily, once, twice more before he just stood still. His fingers were deep rooted in your hair and his eyes were closed. You closed your own eyes as you pressed your forehead against his chest with a lazy smile on your face.

Billy was silent, his fingers loosening on your hair until only his fingers were lazily dragging his fingers through the now loose strands. You kept your face on his chest, simply listening to his rapid heartbeat that matched your own. It slowly went steady, back to its normal rhythm. Only then Billy pulled back enough to look at your face. His dark eyes watched your face with something much softer and his fingers brushed over your bruised lip.

"'M fine Billy. You've done worse." You sighed softly at him, your hand coming up to hold his wrist. He furrowed his eyebrows at you.

"That's me, though. I've never hit you— without your permission anyway. But I've never bruised your face. It ain't the same." He frowned, and you couldn't help but grin at his protectiveness.

"I said I'm fine, mi cielo." You squeezed his wrist and shot up your eyebrows at him with a suggestive smile on your face. "Does this place have a master bathroom?"

Billy thought for a second, he had been here once at least before. He figured a house this big probably did have a large bathroom.

"Probably, why?"

"Wanna wash this blood off me?"

Billy's scowl was quickly replaced by a wide smirk of his own and he could feel his cock twitch the slightest bit as your suggestive tone.

"For this pussy? Baby, I'd kiss the fuckin' ground you walk on."

Billy was a fucked up man that had met his fucked up match. And he'd be damned if he ever denied you anything.

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imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul · 2 years

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You Aren’t My Boyfriend - Billy Butcher

A/N: Hi all, sorry I’ve been away for a minute, October has been a busy month. I bring you my next Kinktober fic. Influenced by the song, Boyfriend by Ariana Grande & Social House.

Pairing: Billy Butcher x Reader Word Count: 3.3k Synopsis: Billy has to teach the reader a lesson about who she belongs to.

Kinktober prompt(s): rough sex, marking, possessivness

You are a fucking brat.

Billy knows this about you. He knows what you do in large crowds, what you do when all the male attention is on you. He knows the way you flirt, the way you turn everyone’s favor towards you.

And he knows that while you are doing all of this, you keep your eyes locked on his.

The boys were currently gathering intel on Supes in a seedy bar just outside of city limits. The place was crowded, due to underground Supe fights that went on in the basement, $100 a ticket just to watch. Billy had chosen this place, footed the bill even, because if MM’s sources were correct, there was a person here who could help him get one step closer to bringing down Vaught.

But trying to focus on finding one face in the crowd was proving more and more difficult with you across the bar, drink in hand, a man practically drooling down your neck. You smirk the moment that Billy’s eyes land on yours. In one quick movement, you pull the bloke in closer and his lips land on your neck.

Billy grips his glass in hand tightly as you let out a little sigh and tilt your head back. When the man pulls away, Billy sees the hickey that is forming on your neck and the glass shatters in his hands.

A few heads turn to look at him, but he doesn’t give a fuck. Still looking at him, you smile and push away from the other man.

“Did your new friend tell you anything about our anonymous source?” he asks as you saunter over to him, slowly, making sure that he is watching every movement.

“We didn’t do much talking.”

“What the hell are we here for then?” he asks.

“Relax, boss, I just wanted to blend in,” you say, giving him another easy smile, the same one you had graced the asshole at the bar with. “I’ll start looking now.”

“You’ve got a little something,” he says, stepping closer to you to keep you from walking away. His chest barely an inch from yours, with a gentle thumb he brushes over the forming bruise on your neck. He fills with pride when he notices your breath has become shallow.

“Is it noticeable?” you ask softly.

“No, it’s just small.”

“Oh, good,” you say. You begin to move away from him, but as you move past him, he grabs your wrist, squeezing it just a little too tightly. Again, he hears your breath hitch.

“The ones I give you tonight,” he whispers, “Will be.”

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“Well, a bloody waste of time that was,” Billy grumbles as the boys all pile into the safe house. No one said anything in the car on the way home. After a good couple of hours at the bar, all you had to show was your hickey, Hughie’s black eye, and Billy’s terrible mood.

“We just got unlucky,” MM offers, trying to soothe the tension that was forming in the group. “We can try another night.”

“No, fuck it. Fuck your source,” Billy says with a roll of his eyes. He stalks down the stairs to the basement, to the bedroom he had chosen in the abandoned house.

The room is silent for a few moments after Billy leaves. Eventually, everyone makes their way to their respective rooms. Coincidentally, your bedroom is also down in the basement, which, as you walk down the stairs, you realize probably isn’t coincidence at all.

Billy’s door was shut - not that you would have gone knocking anyway. You go to your own room and shut the door. You start to peel off the skimpy dress you had worn to the bar. The once glittering number now reeks of stale beer and is sporting stains in a few places.

As the dress falls to your floor, you hear one strong knock from your door. Heart racing, you open the door to Billy, who’s towering over you in the doorframe.

“He--”

“What the hell are you doing?”

“What?” you ask, shaking your head.

“First you act like a slut at the bar, teasing me all night with that limp-dicked asshole, then you open the door to me in nothing but your skivvies, when you should have been the one pounding on my door, begging for forgiveness.”

“I have nothing to apologize for,” you say, looking up at him defiantly. Billy gave you a harsh smile. In one quick motion, he grips your cheeks in his hands, backing you up into your bedroom. The door shuts behind him with a hard click.

“You have nothing to apologize for?” he asks, his breath quick. “You let that fucker touch you, mark you, while I watched.”

“I’m allowed to do that,” you say, putting your hands over his, trying to pull them away. “You aren’t my boyfriend.”

You hiss in a breath as Billy moves towards you. His mouth is a breath away from yours. He stares into your eyes, but not lovingly. Billy is thoroughly, royally pissed, and he is about to show you just how much. A small, cruel smile works its way across his face. “You aren’t my girlfriend,” he agrees. Seconds tick by agonizingly slow, and when Billy finally does move, he turns your head as his beard scratches against the skin of your neck. His breath is hot and makes gooseflesh break out across your skin.

“You whore,” he murmurs, his lips only brushing your neck minimally. “This neck is mine, and you let someone else touch it,” he says, his thumb sliding down the column of your neck, squeezing just slightly. Your breath picks up. “Kiss it.” His lips close softly above your pounding pulse. “Mark it.” Sharply, his teeth sink into your flesh and he sucks hard. You moan his name as you fall into his arms.

One strong hand is squeezing your throat, not too harsh, but just enough to make your breath quicken, to awaken every part of your body to him. You grip Billy’s strong shoulders as his mouth trails down your neck inch by agonizing inch, leaving a trail of bruises of his own.

“This neck,” he says, the words tickling against your skin as he works his way back up, behind your ear, “Belongs to only me.”

“My neck belongs to me,” you try to say firmly, but when he nibbles on your ear lobe it’s a little hard to keep your voice steady.

“No love,” he says, standing to his full height as he looks down at you. You don’t have to glance in the mirror to know that your neck is red and covered with his marks, his claiming of you. “All of you, belongs to me.”

“If I agree, will you leave me alone?” you ask.

“Is that what you really want?” he asks dangerously low, stepping closer to you. When you don’t answer right away, he takes your chin and tilts you face to look into his smoldering eyes. “You know the word. Say it, and I walk out of here.”

“I know,” you say quietly.

“So, why don’t you agree, because it’s the truth? Because,” he says, his hand trailing down your chest to squeeze your breast roughly. You whimper and stumble a little bit towards him. “Because you want me to fuck and claim you so badly. I know why pulled that little stunt at the bar.”

“Maybe I liked him.” In a quick motion, Billy’s hand rips down one of your bra straps, exposing a breast. With his thumb and forefinger, he pinches your nipple. The pain is sharp but the breath that hisses out of you is more moan than anything else.

“What was that you just said, love?” Painfully slow, he pulls down your other bra strap so that you are bare in front of him. His thumb is still pinching your nipple and if they weren’t already, your panties are soaked.

“Maybe I—” He closes his mouth over yours, devouring the lie before you can say it. You wrap your arms around him, clawing at his shirt covered back. Billy groans into your mouth as you tug his shirt off of him. When you break away from him to pull it over his head, he snaps your bra off with a quick motion. At the present moment, you don’t care that it is probably broken.

“Get on the bed,” he commands. You open your mouth to argue, just for the sake of disobeying him, but he slaps your ass hard, stopping the words from coming out. “Be a good girl for once.”

You decided to obey him, but in your own way. You close the gap between the two of you, pressing your bare chest to his, rubbing up against his jeans and the hard-on that is threatening to break lose. Your hands go to his face to bring it to yours. You kiss him just as fiercely, your teeth biting on his lip as your fingers make their way up to his hair. You pull on it as you lead him back towards the bed. You fall back first and notice the gleam in his eyes as Billy watches your breasts bounce.

“Fucking hell,” he says.

He is on top of you in a moment, kissing you rougher still. He bites and pulls at your lips, your tongue, until your mouth is swollen and still begging for his touch. He trails back down your neck, leaving a few more bites, but his primary focus for now is your chest. With his hands gripping your hips harsh enough to leave bruises, he starts to mark every inch of your collarbone and chest before he even gets to your breasts.

He is straddling you and with his hands now on both of your breasts, kneading them as he looks into your eyes, listening to your moans, he is back to the Butcher you know. To the man in charge. It brings out something defiant in you.

“Have you satisfied your male need to take what isn’t yours?” you ask. Billy smiles wickedly at you.

“How many times do we have to go over this, darling?” he ask, bsending low until his lips are over yours, but not kissing. “You aren’t my girlfriend, but you aren’t going to see anybody else. This face?” he asked, gripping your cheeks with one hand tightly, leaving your breast lonely. “This face is mine. These tits?” he asks, flicking your nipples so that you let out another cry. “Mine. And this pussy.” His hand trails down your stomach until he has one hand pressing onto your wet panties hard. “All mine. I don’t care how many times I have to claim them, they will always belong to me. Do you understand?”

He slaps your face enough to make you jolt and bring your eyes to him, but nothing harsher. “Do you understand?” he asks again. “Be a good girl and say you do so I can get back to these incredible tits of yours.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Good girl,” he says, rewarding you with another breathtaking kiss. When he pulls away, he brings his attention back to your breasts, which are practically heaving with each of your heavy breaths. He closes his mouth around one. You writhe underneath him as his lips move over every inch of your breast, nipping and sucking and leaving marks, too. Just when you think you can’t take anymore, he moves to your other breast and drives you crazy again.

“Billy,” you beg.

“Tell me what you want, love,” he says, his mouth still around your breast.

“I want you to fuck me,” you pant.

“Already?” he asks, sucking hard. You cry out and try to grind up against him, to get some relief from the need that is coursing through your body, but he puts a strong hand on your hip and keeps you pinned to the bed.

“Please, Billy.”

“You haven’t earned it yet,” he says, moving up so that his face is in front of yours. One hand trails down your skin dangerously, reaching the band of your panties. His fingers hook the sides of them and in a quick jerk, pulls them down to your knees. You can’t help the pathetic moan that comes from you.

Again, Billy grips your cheeks and brings your gaze to his eyes. He can see the lust in yours and the sight makes him grin. His large palm cups your pussy, but nothing more. You try to grind against his hand, but he pulls it away.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he says, his voice dangerously low. “You heard me. You haven’t earned it yet.”

“What do you want me to do?” you asked, your voice shallow. He smiles and rewards you briefly. He sits up and turns your hips, spreading your legs. His tongue makes one long, slow stroke up your pussy. And then he pulls away.

“Get on your knees,” he commands. You do as he instructs, too horny to argue with him just now. You drop to your knees by the bed, taking a moment to kick your panties away. This is the way that Billy likes you best: naked and ready to do whatever he wants. He grins at you as you find your place in between his legs. You start to pull at his jeans, but with a rough hand, he grips your hair into a ponytail and pulls you away.

“Did I tell you to take off my pants?” he asks.

“No,” you say. He raises an eyebrow. “No, sir.”

“Good girl. Why don’t you just start through the jeans,” he says, readjusting his grip in your hair. “I’m not sure you’re ready for anything else yet.”

“Please,” you whimper as he brings your head down to his bulge. You kiss him through his pants. He’s already rock hard as you start to massage him. You hate touching him like this. You give everything to him, but he always keeps himself from you, once step at a time.

Going against him, you unbutton his jeans. He starts to argue, but you’re not listening as you pull him out of his boxers.

“You naughty girl,” he groans as you rake your tongue up his large shaft slowly. “Never listen to orders.”

“I needed to taste you, baby,” you say sweetly, looking up at him as you work him in your hand. Billy shakes his head but eases his pants down lower. Your tongue traces over a vein along his dick, all the way to his tip. Billy lets out a groan and when you do it again, pushes your head onto his dick when you reach the tip. You gag on his massive dick, and have never felt more turned on in your life.

“Look at you,” he mutters, his breathing heavy. With his hands in your hair, he guides your head up and down his dick, until you are a sloppy mess. You hum as you take him deeper and you can see the thought cross his mind to come in your mouth. Not that you would mind having him spill into your mouth, but you crave him inside of your pussy so badly. When he lets you pull away for air, you are panting and wipe the spit from your lips as you look up at him. He reaches out to massage your breasts, looking at the mess he has made of you.

“Fuck me,” you plead.

“I’m fucking your mouth, ain’t I?” he asks, bringing your lips back to his dick. You are being a good girl, following his command. You take him in your mouth and swirl your tongue around his shaft. “Look how pretty you look with my dick down your throat,” he says. You whimper and the sound vibrates against his dick.

“Think you’ll look even prettier with my dick in your pussy?”

“Yes,” you pant.

“Before I do that,” he says, gripping your face as he stands with you. “Whose pussy is this?”

“Mine,” you say, unable to help yourself, the defiant part of you hard to kill.

“Ah,” he says, his thumb hooking in your mouth. “Let’s try that again. Whose pussy is this?” His hand again cups your pussy, this time two fingers sliding through your folds.

“Yours.”

“And who gets to touch it?”

“Only you.”

“Who gets to fuck this pussy?” he asks.

“Only you.”

“Good girl.” He pushes you onto the bed. You watch as he kicks off his pants and stalks towards you. He repositions you on the bed, bending your knees and pulling your legs around his hips.

“Are you ready?” he asks. Before you can answer, he slams into you and you cry out. He doesn’t give you any time to adjust to him, not that you really need it as you’ve been wet for him since he walked into your room.

Each thrust is harsh as he again grips your hips and waist. You can see clear bruises along your hip bone. You are crying out with each of his thrusts, quickly losing your control. With his thumb, Billy rubs your clit as he continues to pound into you.

“Billy,” you whine.

“Yes, love?”

“I love being fucked by you.” He smiles and leans down until your chests are touching. He grips your wrists and brings them up over your head.

“I know you do.”

“No one else fucks me the way you do.” You whimper as he adjust your positioning and turns your hip to the side.

“Look how good you’re being now that you’ve got your way,” he says. Your only reply is a moan. He continues to thrust into you, his movements staying steady as his breath quickens and his own orgasm grows near.

“Billy,” you cry out. “You aren’t my boyfriend.”

He stops his thrust immediately and looks at you with fiery eyes.

“What’s that now?”

“You aren’t my boyfriend,” you say quietly, “But I don’t want you to touch anyone else.”

“I know, love,” he says, picking up his pace inside of you slowly. “I don’t want you to either.”

“No one fucks me like you,” you say again. Whether you had more to say, Billy doesn’t hear it. He drops your hands and instead puts his own around your neck as the other strokes between your legs. With every thrust of his hips, every squeeze of his hand, and every flick against your skin, you get closer and closer to your orgasm until you fall apart around him. You are screaming out his name as you come and as your body clenches around Billy’s cock, he comes too. Saving a little for your skin, he pulls out and marks you one last time.

As his warm seed cools on your skin you look at your body. There are hickies all along your chest and breasts, and if you could see your neck, you know it would be coated in his mark. Your hips and wrist bare his bruises as well. He has thoroughly claimed you as his own – you have never felt so content.

“Love,” he says, brining your attention back to him. He’s on his knees next to you, his body coated in sweat. Even as spent as you are, you still crave him. “Don’t ever pull a stunt like that again.”

“What stunt?”

“This one,” he says, his finger brushing over the hickey the man in the bar left.

“I don’t have to listen to you,” you say. “It’s my nec—”

He cuts you off with a hand over your mouth. “This heart,” he says, his fingers tracing over your pounding chest, “Beats for me. These lips,” he says, kissing you gently, “Beg for me.” His hand grips your pussy one last time. “This pussy? Comes for only me. You understand?”

“Maybe I need one more lesson.”

“Naughty girl,” he says, claiming your mouth with his own.

#billy butcher #billy butcher x reader #billy butcher smut #billy butcher imagine #billy butcher x you #billy butcher fanfic #billy butcher fanfiction #the boys #the boys imagine #the boys fanfic #the boys fanfiction #reader insert #kinktober

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transtimusprime · 8 days

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I accept Chris Hemsworth as Orion Pax because it's his debut and wow Chris can actually voice?

I do NOT like Bee being as old as OP and Megatron though because hfkajsdf he's the silly billy yknow

you can't be a silly billy at 60, you gonna break something old man

#Transformers One

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phoenixcatch7 · 1 year

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Combining 'cap is presumed to be kryptonian' with the divine twitch chat with what the wiki calls straight up clairvoyance to create 'cap is assumed to be superman's ancestor come here from krypton millenia ago to protect and guide us'.

Because a) like superman, marvel is widely believed to have no secret identity at all - he bares his face entirely! He's a huge kinda dorky wall of muscle who never says anything worse than heck, everything about that stands out. It's assumed they jet off to the same place on their downtime, the famous fortress of solitude.

B) cap may not have a Supers senses, but between his almost precognition, his uncanny ability to pick up lies, his tendency to suddenly pause and listen to someone unheard before randomly jetting off, and his occasional one sided discussions that leave him with more information than he had before, it's pretty easily implied he has them (it's the chat piping in. He's gotten quite good at filtering out the actually important information).

C) no one really knows how aliens age anyway - and with magic, who knows what an already op hyper advanced alien race could do??? There's substantial proof cap has been around for MILLENIA, if you know where to look (that fact that a good chunk of stuff is Black Adam distresses Billy no end, but it doesn't seem like he left any trace of his evil doings (he rules a country, and ancient murals of you summoning hordes of demons to decimate the earth does not good pr make). He's probably immortal! He talks like he is, sometimes.

D) supes and cap get on really well! Almost... Unusually well. (the Internet reads too much into two dudes who aren't afraid of emotions finding unexpected kinship in their hero life.) there's definitely something else going on there and everyone knows superman is head over heels for batman so it's not that.

E) he's a captain! He's a champion! Apparently his home base can be accessed anywhere in the universe??? Like, say, another planet??

So why did he come to earth? Why did he really only emerge again now, after centuries of total radio silence? It was... Right after superman debuted... Well, give or take a few years, but what's that to an immortal being?!

A jl member brings up the rumours during a meeting and Billy nearly chokes trying not spittake at the justice league table. Superman blue screens visibly.

Then someone asks cap if he's sure his body is human, and??? IS IT??!!! The wizard would have said something, right??!! Ghost or not??

The delay is just long enough to make the gossip mongers interested.

#captain marvel #captain marvel dc #dc captain marvel #shazam #dc comics #superman #billy batson #clark kent #kryptonian rumours #This also ties to the 'cap occasionally gets pelted with kryptonite and criminals get confused as to why it won't work' post I saw #because why not #Extra points if batman pokes him with kryptonite out of nowhere at one point 'just to check'#Divine chat finds it all hysterically hilarious and keeps encouraging Billy to make it worse #Solomons wisdom means he knows Exactly how it's about to go down but he legally can't say no if they force the issue #(not that it's ever stopped him)#This was supposed to be 'haha another plot point for the funny kryptonian rumours' and then it spiralled

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hellomynameisghostface · 2 months

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Defending Amber Freeman!!

Hello, fellow "Scream" fans. I would like to take a moment to defend Ghostface #8, Amber Freeman because people in the fandom LOVE to shit on her. They're always finding a reason to say she was a terrible Ghostface (some go as far as saying the worst.) While she does have her flaws (they all do) she is far from the worst and she's actually quite a decent Ghostface, in my opinion.

So let's start at the beginning. Something that always irritates me in this fandom is when people call Amber stupid for using her own phone to make the Ghostface calls but it's actually so smart on many levels. First of all, she's not using her own phone. She actually cloned her own phone and here's how I know. When Ghostface calls Sam in the hospital it comes from Amber's phone, however, in the next scene after the attack we learn that Amber was at the sheriff's station being questioned. Even if she wasn't being questioned at that very moment she would have had to sneak away from Judy and her friends to make the call, causing suspicion. I feel like that's something Judy would have caught. Therefore, this had to be Richie making the call. So he was just using her phone, right? Not quite. In the same scene we see Judy checking out Amber's phone and hands it back to her. When would Richie have had the time to give it back to her? It's actually a lot better plan when you realize they actually cloned her phone to make it authentic. On top of all that...it works! Maybe not for the know it all viewers but from within the movie, no one suspects she actually made the calls herself. Besides, Roman does a similar thing with his voice changer and no one say a damn thing. When talking to Sarah he uses his own voice and we, as an audience, are suppose to believe in that moment it's a voice changer because there's no way they already revealed Ghostface's identity.

Next, let's talk about Dewey. People are mad that this tiny little girl could take him out but did you not see the epic fight scene where she very clearly could not overpower him? Even with all his injuries from the past movies and him just being old and tired he still overpowered her, a young and healthy energetic teenager. It wasn't until she played dead possum and attacked him while his guard was down that she could get a stab in.

And no, she did not lift him off the ground. Please pay attention to detail before you start crying about shit. She pulled the knife up and Dewey's body's first initial response was to go up on his toes with the knifes to try and prevent it from happening as much as possible. In fact, they both had to go on their tippy toes.

Another reason people love to hate on Amber is because her kills on Tara and Chad failed. Meanwhile Billy failed to kill Dewey, Randy and Gale. Nancy failed to kill Dewey. Roman failed to kill Mark. Charlie failed to kill Kirby. Richie failed to kill Mindy. Quinn failed to kill Gale and Mindy. Ethan and Quinn both failed to kill Chad. Wayne and Ethan both failed to kill Kirby. On top of all that, they all failed to kill Sidney, Sam and Tara in their respective movies. Amber letting a few kills slip is fine. She was still smart and a brutal attacker, especially when she knew she had a stronger opponent and needed to go for a fatal attack. In the end she killed the sheriff, ex-sheriff and a deputy.

"Amber was so obvious..." as if that's an excuse. You know who was the MOST obvious Ghostface killer to ever exsist? The very first who this whole damn fandom holds up on a pedestal: Billy Loomis. I mean, my Grandmother who can hardly comprehend the movies or simple basic things anymore knew it was him. Mickey was also super obvious. I've watched so many reaction videos and everyone susses Billy and Mickey so fast so please come up with a better excuse if you're going to trash Amber. I had the movie partially ruined for me (I looked away from the spoiler as fast as I could but I knew it was a young girl with long hair so there was few options of who it could be) so I can't really give my full opinion on how obvious she was but quite honestly I didn't see much evidence that led to her.

Just as a bonus: she has the most epic reveal (fight me.) Even if you suspected her you couldn't have suspected the reveal at that very moment. The way she abruptly pulled out the gun had me shook! "Welcome to act three" = iconic. As much as I love Jill if I see one person say how iconic her reveal was I'll lose it. It might have been shocking and unexpected it was her but her reveal was just her taking off her mask and saying "hello, Sidney. Surprised?" It was just a knock off of Mickey's reveal.

Now this is another that grinds my gears. When Amber faces off Sidney and Gale in the kitchen she cries, begs and pleads for her life. People take this for weakness and consider it another reason she's a terrible Ghostface because "she's the only one to do so." Here's my take on it: the first time Amber pleads for her life immediately after, she provokes Gale by claiming Dewey "died like a pussy." Now if she was truly scared and begging for her life, why would she fuck it up so quickly? She switched up SO fast. It was clearly a tactic to distract them long enough to figure out her next move and it worked. She tried it a second time but it obviously didn't work but I have no doubt in my mind that if it had she would have just attacked them again. She wasn't sorry and had no intentions of ever backing down. Meanwhile, the same people who complain about this are Stu fans and he cries like a little bitch when Sidney tells him she called the cops because his mommy and daddy are going to find out. 🥺 (I love Stu, by the way. I know that sounded aggressive but it's his toxic fans that really irritate me.)

On top of all that, she killed everyone in "Scream V." In my opinion, from the way I analyzed the film, she killed everyone and the only people Richie attacked were Sam in the hospital and Mindy in Amber's living room. You can view my first post to go more in depth, if you're interested.

At the end of the day, if you don't like her then whatever. That's fine. It's your opinion and it's probably not going to change but just say you don't like her and move on. Everything you hate on her for has been done by past Ghostfaces already so go hate on them. Amber was a great Ghostface and Mikey Madison did absolutely amazing in this role. Her going absolutely unhinged at the end is what won me over and made Amber my favorite Ghostface.

#Scream V #Scream 5 #2022 #Mikey Madison #Melissa Barrera #Jenna Ortega #Marley Shelton #David Arquette #Amber Freeman #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #Judy Hicks #Dewey Riley #Ghostface

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coldninjaruins-blog · 1 year

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The problem is that people no longer want to analyze what they watch, they want everything explained to them, they want it on the nose, if it is not specifically stated in show then it does not exist.

I read comments like "implied doesn't mean it's canon" Geez the writers are implying things just for funsies I guess.

That's why some don't think Billy was racist, because it's not directly stated in the show, it's implied but "not" canon.

I remember this post on Tumblr talking about how Joyce handmade Will's costume because unlike the other families they don't have the financial solvency to afford the costumes and they posted the image of Joyce sewing Will's costume (a scene we had with just her and not the other moms) and there were full of comments of "it was the 80s all the moms surely handmade their kids costumes" "I don't think it has to do with money but more to do with it was much harder to get costumes back then".

Op had to put out an article about it where the costumer confirmed this.

Like you're seeing that Will's costume was different from everyone else's, slightly different color, less detail + it's established that in the show that the Byers don't have too much money + you have a specific scene where it shows Joyce sewing her son's costume and not with any of the other moms but you still refuse to accept the implications of this? Okay...

Or people who deny that Will and El are close, that they have a special bond.

Or people who continue to deny Will's importance with the supernatural plot even after all the similarities between Will and Henry.

People who simply dismiss the possibility of Will having powers because "there isn't enough evidence" but if you show them why it would make sense they tell you "that's just a plot hole".

People denying with all their might that Will was gay even after the line "it's not my fault you like girls."

I find this equally sad and annoying, because it's not that they just don't get to notice these things, that's perfectly fine and understandable, it can happen to anyone! It's that they simply close themselves off to the idea.

Critical media analysis is dying.

#byler #this also applies to byler

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smithsibsceo · 1 year

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lets unpick this because wow

SCREENSHOT BELOW BTW ⬇️⬇️

“i havent watched the actual show in ages” great starting point for a b*lly stan. means you havent recently seen/gone over the other horrible and racist actions b*lly has committed throughout his run in the show. amazing.

just to refresh your memory, billy has:

attempted to run over four children with his little sister in the passenger seat

only reason he didnt run over said kids was because his little sister had to physically yank the steering wheel to stop the car from hitting them

described lucas to max as a type of person she should stay away from. not dustin, who was also hanging around max and talking to her, just lucas. i shouldnt even have to point out why.

abused max, if not physically then emotionally.

called multiple girls at his school ‘cows’

literally tried to hatecrime lucas (whilst dustin was right there next to him)

in runaway max, he broke max’s friends arm for hanging out with her, and then lied to the paramedics and parents and forced max and her friend to do the same

in runaway max it was also explicitly stated that b*lly and n*el didnt like people who werent white or men. do with that what you will.

and what was another one? oh yeah - he nearly killed steve.

because, lets be honest, thats what happened. he first pushes him to the ground to get inside the house, then tries to hatecrime lucas. steve begins the fight to defend lucas, during which billy delivers several blows to his head before smashing a plate against his head (with enough force that the plate actually shattered). he then proceeds to beat steve to the point of unconsciousness, and even after steve becomes unresponsive he continues to punch him over and over. by this point steve is bleeding all over, has cuts from the plate and multiple accounts of serious bruising. and this is just on his face.

b*lly would have actually killed steve if max hadnt stepped in. even after max had drugged him, steve stayed unconscious for at least 3 minutes. enough time for the kids to briefly argue about what to do with him, find a bandaid to put on his face, load him into the car and start driving away from the byers house.

“If someone is knocked unconscious for more than a minute and symptoms don’t fade within a few minutes, it is important to bring them to an emergency room to get checked for a more severe traumatic brain injury. Doctors will check to make sure there is no internal bleeding or bruising that can be dangerous.”

steve was unconscious for more than triple the amount of time mentioned in the article, and didnt go to the doctor. also keep in mind that this article references unconsciousness in general. steve was unconscious due to multiple blows to the head, so he almost definitely suffered a severe concussion that shouldve been checked out by a medical professional.

also, i think op’s forgetting (mustve been bc they havent watched the show in a long time 😔) that a big part of steve’s character is his martyrism - hes self sacrificing and always tends to others needs before his own. so the fact that steve, a character that canonically does this as well as suppress his own emotions, brushes off the kids concerns and goes to play the hero again isnt ooc. of course he’s still hurting. of course he’s still in pain. he just doesnt want the kids to see it, and he doesnt want them to get hurt.

#stranger things #stranger things analysis #stranger things steve #steve harrington #anti billy hargrove #anti billy stans #anti harringrove #fuck billy hargrove #stranger things max #max mayfield #the party stranger things #the party #stranger things lucas #lucas sinclair #lucas sinclair supremacy #max mayfield stan #steve harrington stan

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jadeslashes · 1 year

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Hi, just wanna say i am happy to found your blog and how much i love your blog. (Also ope you take request/ideas from others)

Also can you maybe do something with Slasher and an ADHD reader, where the biggest interests/all time hyperfication are Horror, and crime? [Golden retriever s.o with an big liking for horro viebe?]

Thank you, hope you have an hood day

includes: patrick bateman, charles lee ray, tiffany valentine, jason voorhees, michael myers, pinhead, jennifer check, freddy krueger, jackson rippner, stu macher, billy loomis.

warnings: none !

note: this idea is so cute ! thanks for requesting <3

🪓﹒PATRICK BATEMAN ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

your passion in the subject of true crime is very interesting to him, and he finds how much you know about it impressive

he loves that when he makes a reference to a specific serial killer or case you almost always know exactly what one it is and have more information about it to bring up

he may still try to mansplain some things from time to time 🙁 even if you already know everything there is to know about it

he’d also try to bring up gory or disturbing details that he thinks would freak you out, and be surprised (maybe even a little disappointed) when you either already knew and/or aren’t shocked by it

🛠﹒CHARLES LEE RAY ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

if you’re dating chucky, you’re in the right place tbh

you may have seen every true crime doc and every horror movie possible, but he’ll show you real crime and supernatural stuff firsthand

he’ll also recount every crime he’s ever done probably, with pride too, and he really loves how interested you are in his stories

🖤﹒TIFFANY VALENTINE ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

pretty much the same deal for tiffany honestly

especially if you’re into supernatural stuff as well, that’s where she has a lot of experience

🕸﹒JASON VOORHEES ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

your liking for horror goes a longer way for jason than you would have expected

the fact that you’re interested in that type of thing makes him feel like he won’t scare you away immediately

🔪﹒MICHAEL MYERS ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

same thing goes for michael honestly, as soon as he knows you’re into true crime and horror, he feels more comfortable

⛓﹒PINHEAD ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

the hell priest is going to show you things that are far worse than any horror movie you’ve seen or any serial killer you’ve researched

i’m sorry but more often than not anything you have to tell them or show them will not faze them whatsoever, they may even appear bored at times, but that’s also just,, how they always look

if you tell them about anything true crime related they’re probably just going to think about how trivial and silly the mortal realm is tbh

but don’t get me wrong, they’ll still listen to you and look at whatever you want to show them, they just might not react how most of the other slashers would

🩸﹒JENNIFER CHECK ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

she will listen to you for hours, and probably ask a lot of questions too

horror movie nights all the time, and every time she finds a movie that she thinks you’ll like she makes sure to show you

she has a habit of bragging a little about how much you know about true crime

“babe, tell them about that case you were talking about yesterday!”

no one is going to support your hyperfixation more than she is <3

💭﹒FREDDY KRUEGER ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

as much as you think about, listen to, and research horror and true crime related stuff, when freddy appears in your dreams it still scares the hell out of you

and he takes a little bit of pride in that not gonna lie

if he knows a horror movie you watched and really liked, he’ll try to recreate some of the scenes in your dreams just for fun if that makes sense

🛩﹒JACKSON RIPPNER ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

he’d watch so many true crime documentaries with you

and considering your interest in that subject and his job, you’d both find it kind of ironic that you ended up together

his job can be hard on him though, so don’t press him too hard for details, sometimes he needs a bit of a break from the subject of crime and horror because that’s what his livelihood revolves around

🥩﹒STU MACHER ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

he is going to make a lot of jokes like all the time, but trust me he finds your true crime infodump very interesting

also your golden retriever vibe goes really well with him, because he’s similar, your easygoing and good vibes are really attractive to him <3

📞﹒BILLY LOOMIS ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

you and billy are so cute together imo

he’ll pick your brain and ask questions about everything you tell him about, he’d want to hear every detail

and he’s definitely mentally taking notes when you’re infodumping btw

to you it looks like he’s just really paying attention because he loves listening to you, and he does <3

but he’s also making note of everything so he can avoid what’s gotten people caught before to make sure he doesn’t make the same mistakes, and probably getting some inspiration

#pinhead x reader #slashers x reader #billy loomis x reader #chucky x reader #freddy krueger x reader #jackson rippner x reader #jason voorhees x reader #jennifer check x reader #michael myers x reader #tiffany valentine x reader #patrick bateman x reader #slasher fucker #idk man i don’t think i did too good w this one

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tiger-in-the-flightdeck · 1 year

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I was just thinking about how the Rogues, Len especially, don’t get enough recognition for having near Bruce Wayne levels of ‘Is anyone gonna adopt that?’ when it comes to kids.

Obviously it started with Wally after Barry’s disappearance. Len and Mick basically looked at him and went ‘Ope, Barry’s gone. I guess it’s up to us to raise him now.’ while Wally looks on, totally confused as these two former criminals show up at his house for barbecues and make sure his wiring gets done properly. He will spend the rest of his career being Kid to them, and probably gets noogied regularly.

The entire team adopts their tailor’s nephew and raise him, even before any of them tried to turn straight. Just this little bullied kid sitting on their laps, learning to cheat at poker, getting walked to and from school to make sure he doesn’t get beaten up.

When Owen shows up on the scene, Len knows that Lisa isn’t his mom, but he still goes straight in with his ‘Rogues are family’ speech and starts calling him Son and bragging that his boy’s got Speed.

I can just see Captain Marvel showing up in Central to help Flash with something, and every Rogue in the city just lifting their head and sniffing the air because ‘There’s a sad orphan out there somewhere who needs love and attention and to be called Champ.’ Next thing he knows, Billy’s got a new family fitting him for a cool new suit and making sure he gets into a good school and he’s not entirely sure how this is gonna go down with the League but that night Barry gets a three hour long lecture about letting a kid fight monsters which he can’t get out of because he’s frozen to a wall.

#flash rogues #the rogues #coldflash #leonard snart #mick rory #owen mercer #Billy batson #wally west #flashfam #sort of

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The Gospel According to Mary Victoria (An As Above, So Below Story) - Book 1

Book 1 - Book 2 - Book 3

Word Count: 4.2k

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Fem!OC (Told in 1st Person POV)

Warnings/Themes: Van Helsing AU, Strangers to Lovers, Religious Themes, Criticism of Religion/Catholicism, Fate vs. Free Will, Supernatural Encounters, Angst, Biblical and Other Literary/Media References

Note: Hello and welcome to another offshoot of the AASB series. First off, thank you to @pastel-pillows @storiesbyrhi and @munson-blurbs for doing a little beta read and helping me get some confidence back. Second, this is sort of my gift to @big-ope-vibes as she is my partner in crime, my fandom ride or die, and asked for the sidekick character in AASB to get some D, so this will eventually be that.

Mary Victoria is the nun sidekick character that follows along on the adventure, similar to Carl the Friar from Van Helsing. Comic relief but ultimately someone who finds themselves and comes into their own during the course of the main storyline. She, much like the Knight, has an ambiguous background although it is touched on a little bit in the main story and will be elaborated more here. MV is the name she chose for herself when she became a nun, and she can truly be anyone reading. No physical descriptors will be mentioned.

This trilogy is, for all intents and purposes, her diary and more insight into her place in this universe.

This series will not be for the faint of heart, nor is it something that was written with a general audience in mind. Please check the above warnings and ask yourself if you are in the correct headspace to proceed. I am happy to answer any questions via PM or Ask.

You can find my masterlist here.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

"And it seems such a waste of time, but that's what it's all about. Mama if that's movin' up then I'm movin' out." - Movin' Out (Anthony's Song), Billy Joel (1977)

1987. The year my life changed.

Ew, I hate that.

It's cliche, isn't it? But all stories are.

And that's what we all are in the end, aren't we? Stories.

So this is mine.

Pieced together from dumb shit written on gas station napkins and this...shitty journal from Claire's that I found in a pile of rubble near the ruins of StarCourt Mall, and my spotty memory.

My story.

From a farm, to Hollywood, to a convent, to a cursed suburb in Indiana.

And his.

But he's just a guy, and sort of unremarkable as most just-a-guy's are, so we can talk about him later.

And hers.

Let's talk about her now.

The Knight.

She kind of sucked.

But she was my friend.

And in order to understand my place in her story, you have to understand her place in mine.

I'd met her before everything started.

Even during my days as a novice, I was never really...convinced. Belief and devotion are two different things; I was devout, sure, because I needed something to believe in and I wanted to believe in it so badly. But the act of belief was often a stretch; I convinced myself to do it because I needed some kind of divine reasoning for my life going the way that it was.

Turns out I didn't really need it.

I'd always been interested in the Holy Order though. Big mysterious organization, filled with severe looking...saints...is that what they were? Still, they were curious and mysterious and no one would tell me anything; obviously I had to know more. The Knight was no different.

From that first day I met her, I saw something inside of her that I always secretly hoped someone might see in me.

Defiance and fire and potential for more.

She had seen it in me.

She, however, had this...deep pit of sadness, this yearning for something she lost. It stuck with me for years until we met again.

And in hindsight, I truly believe that she'd seen those things in me as well. That's why she came back for me.

She'd never truly been happy in the time that I'd known her, though.

Where I could laugh and shake things off and hope everything would get better, she was stuck.

There was an old copy of Tuck Everlasting that I found in the things she'd left behind; the passage about the wheel of life and how the Tucks had fallen off it...it had been highlighted and underlined over and over. The Knight was stuck like that. Forced into some life that was removed from everyone else's. Cursed. Banished.

Something she never chose for herself.

But somehow she fought to choose everything else.

She chose me.

She saw all of those things in me, those things that she might not have realized she had herself in one way or another. Just like I didn't recognize I had until she helped me bring them to light.

And she chose me.

I thought fate had guided me to the church, despite my trouble with belief and devotion. Seems, though, fate had just led me to her.

A sheep with no shepherd and a shepherd with no flock; both of them interchangeable with the either of us at any given time.

I left the flock I had reluctantly joined and grown comfort in, and took my place by her side. Took the permission she gave me to be myself again, took my future back. Devotion to no one and nothing unless I chose to devote myself, not because I felt like I had to.

Not even devotion to her.

She only ever asked that I consider the devotion I owed to myself.

It took a while, but I got there.

Thus..

Huh...who says thus?

...I was no longer Mary Victoria, the novice. I was Mare, adventurer and slayer of evil in my own right. Apostle or disciple or asshole who liked to write things down because of my aforementioned shit memory. Following a path she brought me along until it was time to forge one for myself.

And I got everything I ever wanted.

But in order to gain it, I had to lose everything first. We all did.

Fate.

Faith.

They're both integral to this story.

And they're both bullshit.

"So who is she again?"

This asshole.

"And who are you?"

I looked up from my oatmeal with a dead stare.

The urge to punch him was almost unbearable, but I was hungry, so that was probably the reason.

Nothing like starting the morning off with a fight.

"Who are you?" I countered, shoveling a spoonful of breakfast into my mouth with an inquisitive lift of my brow.

"I'm Steve, remember? We met yesterday," he greeted in a seemingly genuine tone.

Alright, so I probably was just in a mood. But, something about him made me nervous.

For someone as nice as I was, I really hated seemingly nice guys.

Ok hate is a strong word. I was suspicious of nice guys. Especially cute nice guys.

The morning had already started off pretty tense, though, and the Knight left me alone to fend for myself and keep making friends while she got intel from that Dustin kid. Meanwhile I was left at the breakfast table as everyone else dispersed for the day.

Alone except for him.

Steve McQueen Harrington, our gracious host and one of the heads of the Hawkins Clean Up and Defense Brigade. Along with his trusty sidekick...the nail-covered baseball bat.

He had been kind to us, one of the only ones in Hawkins so far, which was why I was trying to ignore the alarm bells that rang in the back of my head. I knew I needed to try and not be my usual, effervescent self and alienate him.

But...gah...never trust a cute face, no matter how strong the urge to do so is.

Even if he was maybe flirting with me a little bit.

I was out of practice staving off the attention of men, and it'd been a while since I got to see anyone who could be considered attractive; abstinence and all in account, I was an easy target to woo and get information out of.

But two could play at that game.

I scooped another spoonful of oatmeal into my mouth and blinked at him. Silence always made untrustworthy people squirm.

"At the risk of sounding repetitive," he cleared his throat awkwardly, falling right into my trap. "Why...are you guys here? Why is she back?"

I'd heard all about the Knight's heroics a few years ago--the destruction in the tunnels beneath Hawkins--when we arrived.

"I think she feels like she owes it to the town," I shrugged. "Cuz of her boyfriend Eddie? He died. She couldn't save him."

Steve got tense and his eyes darted away from mine.

Bingo.

"Did you know him?"

"Yeah," he nodded stiffly, hand immediately rubbing at his side. "He was a...friend, I guess."

He got silent and pensive, his gaze became distant, and his fingers twitched.

That...was odd. Not exactly the bingo I was hoping for but I could use it to my advantage.

"Hmm..."

"What?"

"Sensing some sexual tension."

"Huh?"

"Yearning. Did you have a crush on Eddie or something?"

His cheeks got flush and he tripped over his words with a lot of no, but's... and I...he was... and he's Dustin's friend.

I only said what I said because it made the most sense. The Knight really didn't say much about Eddie because it was painful for her, brought up a lot of emotion. So it would stand to reason that Steve might feel and do the same if he had a crush on Eddie and then Eddie died.

"Unrequited love," I sighed. "It really sucks."

"It was not unrequited love," Steve insisted. "There's just...a lot you don't understand about what's been happening in Hawkins. And with Eddie...there's a lot there. It's a long story."

"Then tell me." I shrugged; what was there to lose. "We're here to help. I'm here to help. And how can I if you keep secrets?"

"It's not a secret."

"Ok, not keeping secrets, you just omit critical information."

He sighed and patted his hands against the table in contemplation.

And somehow I knew, thanks to some innate empathic sense that was coming to light with this new development in my life, or my uncanny ability to sense some shit, that what he was about to say would not give me any peace.

It would just make everything worse.

"You can help," he started. "But we just...need to move past it. It's better for everyone if things just...stay buried. Don't speak ill of the dead and all that."

See, the thing was that I was nosy.

I liked knowing everything and I especially didn't like it when secrets were kept from me.

And despite Steve's insistence that we need to move past it, I knew that this wasn't just privacy or moving on...

He was hiding something.

So I pried more.

It started out with little things, asking people simple questions while volunteering in the town square. Questions about Vecna, about the Upside Down, about their involvement. The loved ones they lost. Used empathy to lure them into some sense of trust and security with me.

And I got some good tidbits--and I mean good tidbits--that I started to string together like a puzzle. But nothing big; I couldn't see the big picture yet.

So I knew I needed to get down to business, and the best person to ask would be Steve.

"I have a question."

"Yeah?"

But I really stuck my foot in it.

"I want to know if you guys meant to get Barb killed and turned into a vampire or if you're just negligent."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Steve stopped his digging to look at me with wild, wide eyes.

And I might have pissed him off.

In my defense...who else could I ask? Nancy? Fat fucking chance.

"No because it just doesn't make sense," I tried to backtrack. "How do all of these people end up dead and then...turned into vampires. Did you have some kind of...lottery system of who ends up as bait for Kas or..."

But ok maybe I really fucked up a little. Learning curve, the Knight said. So interrogation tactics were a 200-level course.

"...it just seems a little convenient that so many people die and have been brought back. What did you say? Chrissy and Fred and Patrick...all of Vecna's victims? Who else got killed in the Upside Down?"

But I'd been trying to reconcile it all in my head, especially as it connected to Eddie.

Somehow he was connected to all of this, his name on the tips of everyone's tongues when I asked them. Murderer, leader of some satanic cult--even though I'd also heard through the grapevine that it was actually not a cult.

There was something about him that...didn't sit right with me.

And I certainly couldn't bring it up to her until I had a better idea about how this all connected to him.

The last thing the Knight needed was for her long lost love to appear, mindless and murderous, in a flurry of wings and fangs.

I know she wanted to keep me safe but I needed to keep her safe as well.

Who else would?

And I know I could have just asked her about him. In hindsight, I sort of wish I had. I just...didn't know that I could.

So I asked Steve, even if it was in some...roundabout way.

"Oh Jesus I'm not doing this right now." Steve ran a hand through his hair. "Didn't we just go over this? Are you seriously asking...I don't even know how to...Rob!"

"Yeah?"

Robin approached from a ways away and immediately she and Steve ducked their heads together to talk in hushed tones, his one hand gestured wildly towards me.

I liked Robin. She was nice to us when we arrived at the Harringtons last night, tried to make some jokes during the tense dinner. Whether that was because she was actually trying to be friendly or she was just awkward in awkward situations...which...that definitely had been the textbook example of one.

Despite Steve's obvious complaints about me, she was patient enough when they swapped tasks and she took up Steve's shovel beside me.

"There's kind of a Rite of Passage to these things Mary," she explained after a few minutes of tense digging. "You can't just come in demanding answers; you either fall into this whole...Upside Down nonsense by chance, or you need to prove yourself if you're entering the fray by choice. I did it, Steve did it. We all did."

That made it sound like there was some weird blood oath to join a monster hunting brotherhood. I was already trying to get my foot in the door with one, I didn't need to do that with another, more...ragtag one.

Especially not after what I had witnessed yesterday.

"I think we more than proved ourselves," I argued. "We're here to help. We want to fight these vampires and creatures and all of that. And we need to understand where they came from first."

"I think you don't understand; this isn't just a fight anymore."

She got tense and then closed her eyes and cursed under her breath.

"What do you mean?" I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. "Not a fight? I sincerely think this is still a fight if monsters are attacking the town. If Kas is attacking the town."

"Ok, monsters," she began in agreement. "Yeah we still need to fight the monsters if they're killing people."

"Why do I sense there's a 'but.'"

"But...the days they don't? We just leave them alone. And they leave us alone too."

"Well what happens in a month? In two months? What happens when you run out of food?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

"Meanwhile they have an endless supply of blood." I elaborated, voicing something that I had been thinking all night, one of the million invasive thoughts. "Blood. Meat. Yours. Fresh carcasses for their feast."

With each word I felt a fire build up inside of me, an impatience. Defiance. It was all so easy for everyone to give passive answers; think about it tomorrow. I already had to face my mortality once in the past 24 hours, I was sure I would again, and the people of Hawkins had to do it any number of times. Why was it so easy for them to put these things off?

I wanted a clear cut answer. And I wasn't getting it.

I wouldn't know until later that it wasn't as clear cut as I had hoped.

But with each word, my aggression grew and my shovel struck the rubble over...and over...until it split the ground below.

A crack formed in the dirt, a fissure; it got wider and deeper and swallowed the bits of rubble into it until it stopped and revealed a glowing membrane not unlike the nearby gates. Robin started rambling and shouting for others, she went on and on about the Upside Down.

"Is he getting stronger? Did he do this? What's going on? Oh shit, oh shit."

But I couldn't be bothered, because I knew that had nothing to do with Kas or the Upside Down.

It was me.

And how could I just...experience that and not immediately go into my own spiral.

Now, the thing was...I wasn't strong. Not stronger than the average person...or...actually, I was probably weaker, given my...mostly sedentary lifestyle as a nun. Couldn't unscrew a jar of pickles to save my life. In that moment, however, something within me was unleashed. A spark of power, an energy surge, from the moment the shovel penetrated the dirt and stone.

So excuse me if I didn't care about the commotion that these simple-minded, fearful townies were building. My questions turned from Hawkins and the Upside Down and Kas...to myself.

I was like Luke Skywalker in the Wampa cave.

And I desperately wished that my Obi-Wan was there to guide me.

Unfortunately, I had to keep it all to myself.

Not that I wanted to. I just had to.

It's weird when you're someone's sidekick and suddenly on your own journey of self-discovery.

I knew that the Knight said that she would train me. Guide me. I also knew the importance--both personal and otherwise--of her journey here, and, you know, it had been drilled in my head to be selfless for quite a few years now.

I just...ok it wasn't weird. It sucked.

I had questions.

How could I bring my sudden development of unexplained strength organically when my mentor was...oh I don't know...getting in trouble for breaking curfew and reading a kid's mind? Or how about rallying the troops to go hunt down monsters so she could kill Kas singlehandedly?

I certainly couldn't bring it up when she disappeared for several hours during said hunt, leaving me, Robin, Dustin, and Steve to wonder where the fuck she went?

And it was definitely out of the question when she suddenly reappeared, dragging the body of a man who had, apparently, been dead for several years and had clawed his way out of a grave.

And not just any grave.

Eddie Munson's grave.

It was getting really hard to ignore all the bright red blaring signals and not just grab her by the shoulders, shake her, and say "I need you to not freak out right now but Eddie is Kas, you idiot. Can you please do something about this? And also can you maybe help me because I split the earth in two the other day and sometimes when I touch things I'm able to see what they saw."

Yeah that was a new development. Hit me like a freight train when I went to use the bathroom and I was suddenly thrust into the past watching one Mrs. Harrington wax her...

Well...

No one wants or needs to hear about that.

But I had to keep it all buried inside of me. Push it down and down and down until I didn't risk it all bubbling to the surface subconsciously. Little did I know, it would all reach some kind of critical mass like Chernobyl at some point.

And that point was when we suddenly needed to keep this Billy guy's resurrection a secret.

It was easy, I lied to myself at first. I simply had to do what I had always done, for my entire life.

I used happiness, positivity, and humor to cope. To make sure everyone else coped.

And it seemed to help for a while.

We kept Billy in the garage, the Knight and I made sure he was fed three times a day, everyone went about their different volunteer schedules, and it all seemed to be alright. Everyone seemed to be in a better mood.

It was going to be alright.

Until it wasn't.

Remember what I said about bad memory? It all comes and goes in flashes sometimes. There's screaming and crying--I think I was the one crying--and there's blood and dirt and Claudia looking so...disappointed.

In all of us.

And taillights leaving me behind.

That's when I reached a breaking point.

As soon as the bumper of that old, busted Marquis turned the corner at the end of the Harrington's street, I broke.

The clouds churned, there was a strange gust of wind that rumbled along with the uneasiness in my stomach, and my hands shook.

"You see what you did," I muttered upwards into the stark, overcast sky. Upwards to Heaven, to God, if He was real...as though that asshole was going to do anything about it even if he heard me. "You better make sure she's alright."

"You good Mare?" There was a hand on my shoulder and I shrugged it away. "Come on, come inside."

"No, I have beef with God right now," I snapped.

"I think we all do," Steve sighed.

"No!" I rounded on him now.

In hindsight, as I slowly deteriorated under the weight of...fuck, you know...just...everything, I was a little unfair to him.

But it was hard to be left behind again, even if it was only for the night. Hard to try and protect someone, and they get hurt regardless. Hard to try to come to terms with things happening to you that are fully out of your control.

And it was hard to see past my own nose and recognize that I was not actually alone after all.

"I'm done with all of your secrets," my words thundered. "I want to know why you lied."

"Lied?"

"You never told us that Eddie Munson was Kas." He blanched. "Listen I know you think it's this big secret you've kept from us but it's not that hard to figure out, Jesus Christ."

"But--" He pointed out to the street.

"You don't know her," I shook my head. "Fuck, I don't even know her. But it's not hard to tell that she's grieving and in denial."

"That's, uh...that's what Dustin said," he sighed and scratched at his neck. "I'm...we wanted to say something from the beginning. Nancy--"

"Fuck Nancy," I spat.

Thunder rolled overhead.

"Ok I wanted to tell you guys from the beginning," he corrected himself. "How's that? I wanted to tell you both the truth. But Dustin's a good kid, he wants to protect everyone. As soon as your friend told him she used to date Eddie...he didn't want her to think of him like that. Like a monster."

"Well she's gonna find out one way or another, and then what'll happen? You're gonna get chewed out," I grumbled and stomped my feet in irritation. "God, no one in this town thinks of the future. And this is coming from me who, if you didn't know now you do, never plans ahead for the future and is generally a disaster. You're literally facing life and death out here and you can't look past the end of the day.

"I get it, you don't even know if you're gonna make it to the end of the day but news-fucking-flash asshole: a plan is gonna help you survive. It didn't take me long to learn that fucking lesson. And you've been doing this for how many years now?"

I suddenly felt some sad, suffocating realization overcome me. This...they've been doing this for years. The knight doing this for years. Facing creatures, evading dangers, barely surviving. People hadn't survived. People came back to life as monsters, as something else only to hunt and kill their loved ones.

How had they done it? How had they all coped? It was easier to think about in theory, how strong they'd all been. But I'd been doing it for a week and I felt overwhelmed.

I looked around again, at Steve, up at the rumbling sky, down at myself. At my body and at my hands.

I was there. I was in the thick of it. I was changing to be something that could withstand being in the thick of it. They might have all looked whole on the outside but how shattered were they all just under the surface.

How long would it come for me before I got to be that way too?

"Are you ok?" Steve asked as my breathing got heavier, as I closed my eyes and felt all of the changes happening within me, shifting within me to accommodate this new world I was in. "What's wrong?"

"I don't want this," I whispered, begged some greater power. "I'll stay, I'll help, but I don't want this."

There was a resounding boom of thunder close by and the sky opened up to rain down on us. Steve flinched as the droplets hit him and he motioned for me to follow inside but I stood my ground.

"Come on, you're gonna catch a cold or something!" Steve shouted over the din of the shower.

"Just let me do this," I bit out. "Are you, like, the least fucking romantic person, you see a girl with her face turned up towards the sky in the rain and you're like let's go inside you're gonna catch a cold."

"I'm not trying to be romantic, you're trying to be stupid."

"I'm not going in," I insisted.

A war sparked within me.

I thought...hoped that this was a cleansing rain. That all of this new power would be shed if I only stayed out here long enough. The Lord Giveth, and the Lord Taketh away and all that. I could even feel it, feel the power drain from me the longer I stood there. It made me shiver, made my hair stand on end.

On the other hand, there was fear.

Thinking of it now, after the fact, I should have listened to that second part. I should have been afraid. Should have shut up and gone inside with Steve and just accepted my fate.

I should have read the obvious signs.

But I was dumb.

And at the end of the day I was still a nun, after all. I had faith that He would save me from this path I had started down. And because of that, I stood there basking in my beliefs and the Glory of God.

But then the Lord took a look at me, as pathetic as I was, and said, "go fuck yourself Mary Victoria."

The next thing I knew, I got struck by lightning.

Cool. Praise be to God. The fucking asshole.

"With great power comes great responsibility." - Stan Lee, Spider-man/Amazing Fantasy #15 (1962)

#as above so below #aasb #Steve harrington fic #Steve harrington x oc #stranger things fic

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prpfs · 3 months

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hi! 18+ only! 🕷️

i’d love a partner(s) that wants to talk outside of rp as well because i love headcanons, sharing pinterest boards, playlists, and just general gushing over our characters/plots.

i do write both males & females, but i have more experience writing females(and nb). currently writing males for doubles! i also love oc x cc pairings in an established universe (i.e. harry potter, teen wolf, GOT, bg3 and many more! just ask and i’ll let you know!).

oc x oc is only for very specific situations (i have a face claim preference</3)

i do like darker themes. limits can be discussed later (some basic ones are pedophilia, beastiality, rape). i’m down to write angst, fluff, smut.. pretty much whatever. poly ships are always welcome.

fandoms! (characters listed are ones i want to write against)

teen wolf: stiles, void stiles

harry potter: sirius, remus, draco, lucius, regulus.

game of thrones: jon, robb, the hound, jaime.

house of the dragon: daemon, aemond, aegon.

marvel: peter parker, loki

stranger things: eddie, billy

the maze runner: thomas

baldur’s gate 3: astarion, halsin, karlach, gale

like if you're interested and op will reach out

#teen wolf rp #harry potter rp #game of thrones rp #got rp #hotd rp #marvel rp #stranger things rp #the maze runner rp #baldur's gate 3 rp #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #dead dove

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Favorite example of Edelwanking in the Fódlan games?

Mine still has to be Seteth saying that she must be a kind and trusting leader because her troops were willing to die to protect her, meaning they all liked her on a personal level; this is despite the fact that Seteth should also know that Adrestia is currently a hell-hole where anyone who isn't in the army is starving and being tortured by Thales, which is a much more likely reason for her troops to not be willing to disobey orders than loyalty.

Seteth saying this when, as the player, we know Baldo'n'Waldi were fielded is just completely bonkers and really one of the lowest points for him, but that can be written off with "everyone has to hold the idiot plot ball at some point, else the player cannot drink Hresvelg Gray".

Imo the worst still comes from VW!Billy lol, with the uwu choice "I don't want to kill Supreme Leader" and "Can't we walk with Supreme Leader?" when, at this point, Billy's concerned about Rhea's safety, didn't interact with her more than they did with Dimitri and Bernie, trounced BL students scot free in Gronder because Claude has myopia and either killed Bernie or witnessed her being flamed, the entire schtick with Flamey and Jerry, Baldo'n'Waldi, etc etc.

Nopes!Dimitri takes a hit too, iirc at some point he mentions he doesn't disagree with her reforms (but disagrees with her methods?) but what are even her reforms? Random Joes being able to climb "dah ladder" and become something else than randoms? Get rid of corrupt noble? Can someone tell me why Waldemar'n'Leopold are still here - nobles so corrupt that they betrayed their Ionius for ~reasons~ and now kneel in front of his daughter for ~reasons~ (Tru Piss reveals Leopold governs over Leicester!).

Heck, Barney is still a nobody - despite being an OP random - but Leopold is a general and the Minister of War, and he gives his heirloom to... his son, and not to Barney who showed more merits and has more achievments than Nopes!Caspar.

Honorable mention to Rhea's "maybe the war was my fault" in the worst support -> the game will not tell us what she was doing during those 5 years (that's why I jokingly say she had zumba classes for 5 years in Enbarr's finest resort) but it sure spends even one octet having her taking the blame for, well, Supreme Leader's war and even suggesting those actions can be "justified" by Rhea's own actions...

GG game, victim blaming at its finest.

#anon #replies #victim blaming and Fodlan is like ice cone and ice cream #I think it's part of the mandatory 'everyone must uwu!' the game really tried to hammer #even if earlier he chewed Billy out in SS for not wanting to terminate her #besides Seteth fought Nemesis for 100 long years #'maybe he's a great person with ideals bcs people follow him uwu'#yeah and?#Remember demonic beasts? Neither do we!#coming after FE15 where Sonia's goal was to help the witches #demonic beasts are just *there*#if you're interested someone made a doujinshi #about the lives of randoms under Supreme Leader's empire #I think it's discontinued but i like the author's depiction of several events #like how demonic beasts are made what are the information campaigns etc etc #FE16

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The First Bite

Pairing: Billy Russo x Fem!Vampire!Reader

Summary: After you get partnered with Billy for an undercover operation, you’re eager to tell Madani exactly why this is a bad idea. Things do not go to plan.

Warnings [18+]: smut, oral (male receiving), blood consumption, (reader drinks from Billy), mention of non con blood drinking on an underaged Billy, mentions of murder, heavy on the sub!Billy vibes, (Billy is definitely trying to hide his praise kink, blood kink, and pain kink but the reader is onto him), very soft dom!reader, Billy has a sub drop, aftercare

A/N: I’ve missed writing for Billy and had no idea it had been so long since I wrote a full fic for him (so I decided to finally write this idea - it sort of possessed me and I wrote it within a night)

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Billy Russo smells insanely good. To the point in which, on bad days, you need to clench your jaw tightly when he breezes by to suppress the thoughts of sinking your fangs into his throat.

You’ve never met a human that tests your restraint like him, and the worst part is that it doesn’t take a genius to know that Billy doesn’t like vampires.

The tension in his shoulders when he realises that he’s in the company of one of your kind is obvious, though he isn’t openly hostile towards you. At best, he tolerates you, nodding politely in greeting, and listening to your points during meetings.

You had worked with his friend Frank plenty of times, and the two of you got along well, which seemed to ease some of Billy’s discomfort.

But then you’re assigned an undercover operation, with Billy as your partner.

“What the hell is this?” You snap, throwing down the manila file onto Agent Madani’s desk.

She doesn’t look away from her computer screen, continuing to type as she remarks,

“I see you received my mission plan.”

“I told you no, Madani.” At that, she looks up at you with a raised brow. “This isn’t safe for Russo.”

She tilts her head aside with a smirk.

“I thought your self control was better than that.”

You lean forwards, fists closed as you press your knuckles against the glass of her desk.

“My self control is perfect.” You state fiercely. “It’s everyone else I’m concerned about.” You glance down at the file. “This club has an open policy. An unclaimed human is free use for any vampire.”

“Then claim him.”

You recoil, anger and disgust crawling over your skin. A claim was something personal and intimate. Not some act of convenience for a mission.

“No.”

Dinah looks surprised by your outright refusal. A lot of vampires wouldn’t mind an excuse to stake their claim on a human - especially one as good looking as Billy.

“I’m not going to coerce him into making a commitment like that just for the sake of saving you time, when you could plan something far better to get an in with these people.”

“And what if I said yes?” A familiar voice asks.

You swivel around quickly, eyes widening at the sight of Billy leaning against the bookcase behind you. One of his hands is settled in the pocket of his trousers, and you can’t deny that he looks delectable.

But you hadn’t smelt his scent when you had stormed in here, and you couldn’t smell him even now.

“Scent blockers.” He remarks in explanation.

You nod faintly, stunned by his sudden appearance.

“They work pretty good.”

“Can we talk?” Billy asks, standing up straight and gesturing towards the door. You nod.

“Sure.”

Neither of you speak as you walk down the corridor. Billy opens the door to your office, and steps inside.

He rounds your desk, sitting down on the chair there as he leaves you standing.

“Would you do it?” Billy asks.

“Do what?”

“Claim me.”

You shake your head.

“Only if you wanted me to.”

He raises a brow.

“And if I want you to?”

“This isn’t because of the op, is it?”

Billy looks down, fiddling with the Newton’s cradle that sits on your desk. He nudges one of the metal balls lightly, knocking them together which makes a minute clinking sound that only you - with your heightened senses - can hear.

“It isn’t because of the op.” He admits quietly.

“I thought you didn’t like my kind.”

He shakes his head. Then he rolls his left shoulder with a slight grimace on his face.

“It ain’t that.”

His eyes go distant as he stares across the room, seemingly lost in his memories, and from the look on his face they can’t be good ones.

“You don’t have to tell me.” You assure him.

“There was this rich scumbag vampire, who used to visit the group home I was at.” Billy lifts his gaze up to meet yours briefly. “Not many of us had met a real vamp before. He used to play games with us, stickball, hoops, whatever…”

A smile flickers over his lips, only for a moment, before his expression hardens.

“I was eleven, and that was when I found out how… appealing I am for your kind.”

“Billy.” You say softly, guilt gnawing at your stomach for how much you want him. He looks up at you.

“It’s your instincts, I know that now. We all think about doing terrible things sometimes. Doesn’t mean we’re terrible people.”

He rolls his shoulder again, a familiar tick, but you’ve never pondered the reason behind the movement. Now, you zero in on it as he says,

“That was the first, and last time, I’ve been drank from.”

You’re still for a long moment, staring hard at Billy’s face before you ask him.

“What was his name?”

His eyes lift to meet yours.

“You’re not going after him.”

It takes everything in you not to snarl in response.

“The hell I’m not. You were a kid Billy, instincts or not, there’s no excuse.”

“He’s already dead.” Billy states, and some of the tension leaves you. “Frankie and I tracked him down a couple of years ago.”

“And?”

“The fucker got what he deserved.”

You nod, the edge of a wicked smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

“Good.”

When he hears your response, Billy’s eyes go glassy for a moment, before he shakes himself slightly.

“So, you want me to claim you?” You ask softly. He nods. “You’re sure?”

He gestures for you to come closer, and you round your desk as he turns your chair so that you can stand between his parted thighs.

“I’m sure.” Billy says as he settles his hands on your waist, tugging you closer.

You get the memo, and move to straddle his lap. The sound of your heels dropping from your feet, and the crease of leather as Billy adjusts his position, fills the room.

Whatever scent blockers he had taken, must be wearing off, because the scent of him is slowly filling your nose, making your teeth ache.

“Is there anything you don’t want me to do?” You ask quietly. There’s confusion in his dark eyes, so you add, “Anything that makes you uncomfortable?”

“Don’t bite my left shoulder.” You nod immediately.

Billy looks back down at your thighs as he smooths his thumb over the hem of your skirt.

“And don’t call me pretty.”

“Okay.” You say in a near whisper.

With one hand, he tugs at his tie, loosening it with practiced ease away from the collar of his shirt. Then he undoes the first few buttons of his shirt. The movement allows a little more of his scent to reach you, and your mouth begins to water for a taste of him.

“We’ll have to do this several times.” You warn him. “Layer the bites to make the claim seem genuine.”

Billy hums in response.

“You just looking for an excuse to have me again already?”

A smile tugs at your lips, as you shake your head at him, looking up at his eyes sparkling with amusement. In response, you press a gentle kiss against his thundering pulse.

“This okay?” You ask.

His voice fails him, and Billy can only nod.

Nuzzling your nose against his neck, you inhale deeply, choking down a keening whine at his scent. Billy’s fingers are splayed wide over your thighs, squeezing the flesh with an increasingly tightening grip.

“You ready?” Your words are breathed softly against the shell of his ear, and Billy shudders.

“Yes.”

“Three taps on my thigh, and I’ll stop.”

He blinks at you for a moment. Then he nods.

“Three taps.” He repeats in confirmation.

It’s only then that you extend your fangs, pressing them into the skin of his throat and begin to draw blood.

He tastes rich with an underlying sweetness, the best you’ve ever had, and you’re desperate for more. Your chest is pressed flush against his, and you can feel his heart beat not only between your teeth, but against your own pounding heart.

He gasps a little when you pull away, but he tightens his hold on you.

“Make it messy.” He demands in a breathless voice. You blink for a moment, before you’re leaning back in, eager to oblige.

You bite higher up his neck, sucking harshly for a few seconds before you withdraw, only to lower your mouth around an inch before you’re biting again.

The startled whimpers from Billy would concern you, if you couldn’t taste the endorphins rushing through his blood.

Once you’ve left a rather decorative trail of bites along his throat, you press your tongue firmly over them as you lick a clean stripe along his pulse line.

He moans lowly, hips jerking against yours. Billy Russo likes some pain. Interesting.

When you finally pull away for good, you take a moment to admire your work.

Billy’s cheeks are flushed a beautiful shade of pink, the tips of his ears burning red, and his lips are begging to be kissed. The blooming marks over his throat soothe something primal in you.

Now all those vampires that stare at him as soon as he steps off the elevator will know they don’t stand a chance. When he returns to Anvil, his own company, your claim will follow, daring anyone to touch what isn’t theirs.

A flush of embarrassment runs through you when you realise Billy is also watching you. Quickly, you retract your fangs, and search for a tissue to remove the blood from your lips. You don’t want to upset him with the sight of it.

His fingers curl around your wrist as you reach for the tissue box on your desk.

“I ain’t afraid of a little blood, darlin.”

Your eyes darken as he takes your finger into his mouth, sucking away some of his blood that had found its way there. A growl claws in your chest, eager to break free and lay claim on him all over again.

Instead you kiss him.

He responds instantly, sucking his own blood from your lips which has a montage of thoughts and fantasies spilling into your mind. You want to scrape your nails over his body, and admire the red lines you would leave. You want to bite his hips, mouth your way over his adonis belt, you want to lick every inch of him.

You want to bite his thighs.

Homeland had sent you to oversee a training session at Anvil once, and Billy had been wearing a pair of shorts, which had almost been your undoing. Firm strong muscle, his skin flushed from the exercise, blood eager for the taking. You had almost broken another vampire’s jaw when you heard him make a crude remark about Billy.

You’re brought back to the present by Billy nipping your lower lip between his teeth. It’s almost cute, his blunt teeth trying to emulate the feelings you had given him with your fangs.

The two of you moan together, and nothing has ever sounded sweeter.

Then you freeze.

“Shit.” You hiss.

“What?” He asks you with a frown as you attempt to move away.

“Madani’s heading this way.”

He grins, leaning back in your chair as if he owns the place.

“And?”

You raise a brow at him, and he merely mimics your expression.

There’s a knock at the door.

“Thought your self control was perfect.” You hear her remark.

Narrowing your eyes at the door, you scoff.

“Fuck off Madani, I’m busy.”

At that moment, you cup Billy’s bulge, and he moans loudly. His eyes widen, and a fresh flush coats his cheeks as your eyes darken. You can feel Madani’s embarrassment through the door, and hear her hurried steps as she moves back to her office.

“Can I put my mouth here, Billy?” You ask coyly, squeezing his throbbing erection through the fabric of his trousers.

He whines.

“Wanna make you feel good.” He protests, grasping onto your waist weakly.

“Having you in my mouth will feel good.” You reason with him. “I want to taste you, Billy.”

He nods, loosening his grip on you so that you can slide down to kneel between his thighs, level with his bulge. You undo his trousers, and tug his boxers out of the way so that you can pull out his hardened cock.

“Such a gorgeous cock, Billy.” You praise, and he tips his head back to rest against your chair.

You take him deep into your mouth, almost the entire way, and the sudden warmth of your lips sealed around him makes Billy cry out.

“Fuck.” You moan lowly, and the vibrations have Billy groaning. “Fuck.”

Then you pull off him, only to lick over the length of his cock, smearing your salvia with his own arousal as you suckle on the head. The noises Billy makes provides ample encouragement, and you take him into your mouth once again.

This time, you nearly gag, and Billy grasps onto your head, hand fisting your hair as a means to ground himself. When you withdraw again, you’re gasping, but continue to lather his cock with your tongue. He whimpers.

“Darlin, I won’t last.” He warns you, knowing that the next time you take him fully into your mouth he won’t be able to stop himself.

You give his thighs a reassuring squeeze.

“Want you to cum down my throat, baby.”

Billy squeezes his eyes closed tightly, nodding in agreement.

When you take him into your mouth this time, you suck gently, coaxing him into climaxing as you rub soothingly over his thighs. His orgasm hits him hard, and he groans loudly as he spills into your mouth. You stay still for a long moment, swallowing his spend which pulls a soft whine from Billy’s lips.

He’s boneless as he sinks into your chair, his cock soft as you remove him from your mouth. He hisses as the chill of your office meets his sensitive skin. You continue to rub over his thighs, encouraging the tensed muscles to relax as you both catch your breath.

Even from your place on the floor, you can see the smile on Billy’s face as he leans his head back into the headrest of your chair.

Through the haze of lust, you hear the sound of the elevator pinging in the distance, and the scent of a familiar vampire stepping onto the floor.

“What is it?” Billy asks, watching you identify whoever had caught your attention.

“Carson Wolf has just got off the elevator.” You explain. “We might wanna clean up quickly.”

In a flurry of movement, you tug out a handful of tissues to clean up Billy. He takes them from you, smiling appreciatively.

On shaky legs, you manage to stand and open up a window, hoping to disguise the scent of what had just occurred.

When you turn back to look at Billy, he looks more or less put together. There’s a few splatters of blood on his shirt, and the flush isn’t gone from his cheeks, but aside from that he appears to be back to normal.

He stands smoothly, though he places a hand on the corner of your desk to steady himself as he moves away from your chair.

“Sit down there.” You command him, pointing at the chair on the other side of your desk, and he obeys instantly.

Settling down in your chair, you try not to think about how Billy had just been sitting where you are now. Instead, you open up the file for your upcoming op with Billy.

“You sure you wanna do this?” You ask him, tapping your finger against the open file. He looks down at the papers for a moment before he nods.

“Yeah, I do.”

“It might be quite intense.”

“I can handle it.” He states firmly.

Just as you’re about to explain exactly how intense it might be for him, there’s a knock at the door. Billy tenses ever so slightly, and you look over at him before you call out,

“Come in.”

The door opens, revealing your boss, Carson Wolf. You don’t look it, but you’re around the same age as him, and the two of you had known of one another for a long time before you started work at Homeland.

“Mr Wolf.” You greet with a casual nod. He responds with a small smile, before he turns to Billy.

“Mr Russo.” He holds out a hand for Billy, to which Billy stands to shake with a firm hand of his own.

Something unpleasant crawls over your skin as you watch another vampire touch Billy so soon after your claim.

“Pleasure to see you again, sir.” Wolf nods.

“Glad you were willing to help us with this.”

“Always happy to help, sir.” Billy says with a twist in his smile, and you can’t stop the bloom of pride in your chest at the meaning behind his words.

You study Wolf’s reaction as his eyes fall to Billy’s neck. It’s only natural for a vampire to sneak one glance, even when they’re trying to be professional. He steps back slightly, which you appreciate.

Billy sits back down, and Wolf looks over at you.

“I’ll let you get on with it then.” He remarks. “No doubt you have plenty to discuss.”

You nod in agreement.

“Yes we do.”

“Good work.” He adds, nodding between you and Billy.

“Thank you, sir.”

Wolf closes the door behind him, and you listen to his footsteps receding, before you look back up at Billy. The lack of aftercare he’s had concerns you.

“You wanna get out of here?” You ask him as casually as possible, not wanting to worry him.

Billy nods and pulls out his phone, which has a frown creasing at your brows.

“What are you doing?”

“Messaging my driver.”

“I’ll drive you home.” He shakes his head, blinking heavily afterwards.

“I’m not heading home. I’ll be going back to Anvil.”

“Billy. You’ve lost a lot of blood.”

“I’m fine.” He insists.

“The only reason you’re fine is cause you’re currently running on adrenaline. You’ll crash pretty soon.”

He pauses for a moment, assessing his body, and he seems to only just notice the way his leg is bouncing.

“Alright.”

Satisfied with his answer, you nod and begin to tidy away your files. Not looking up at him, you ask,

“What’s your favourite drive-through?”

“I’m not hungry.”

You look up at him sharply. He relents with a sigh.

“There’s a McDonald’s round the corner from my place.”

“Good.”

As soon as you pull up at the drive-through, Billy decides to act like a brat.

When you ask him what he wants, he crosses his arms and refuses to speak. The pause is so long that the server on the other end of the speaker believes you’ve disappeared.

You’re thoroughly tempted to buy him a happy meal. Act like a child, get treated like a child. You force yourself to remember that he’s been through a lot within the last hour, and that a simple question like ‘what do you want’ might be harder for him to answer.

So, you order for him, ensuring to ask for a few bottles of water and orange juice to help with his fluid and vitamin levels. Not to mention ordering whatever bakery product had the most dark chocolate in it - for his iron and sugar.

He gives you reluctant directions to his apartment building, and protests when you get out of the car with him.

You shake your head at him.

“I’m not leaving you alone until I know you’re safe.”

He sighs, but his shoulders are slumped a little more than usual, and his eyes look heavy. Since his hands are full with the food, he gives you his floor number so that you can press the correct button in the elevator.

You fish his keys out of his coat pocket, and unlock the door for him. As he moves to the kitchen, dumping the food down on the kitchen island, you trail after him.

“Not that I don’t appreciate all this,” He starts, waving a hand at the paper bags he had discarded. “But you can go now. I’m home.”

“Do you want me to?” You ask quietly.

He falters.

“It’s okay if you don’t want me to go.”

His lower lip wobbles ever so slightly, and your heart breaks as he swallows down his emotions.

“I’m fine on my own. Always have been.” He adds with a shrug.

“But do you want to be?”

“Do I wanna be alone? What kinda question is that?” He swallows hard, his throat bobbing and his cheeks flushing as he tries to hold back again. “No, I don’t.”

“Come here.” You say softly. Billy stares hard at the ground, not looking at you as he steps closer.

You make the first move. Sliding your arms around him, and pressing your face against his chest, right next to his beating heart.

“I want to stay with you, Billy. If you’ll let me.”

You feel him nod as he presses his face into your hair. Then his arms wrap around your body, holding you in a fierce grip.

“Don’t leave.” He mumbles pleadingly.

“I won’t.”

The two of you stay like that, Billy curled tightly around you, as you stroke down his back soothingly. It’s only once you remember that his food will be getting cold that you encourage him to relocate to the living room.

You ensure that he’s comfy, settled on the couch and offer him the food you’d ordered for him. Unsurprisingly, Billy is starving. He eats eagerly, and you decide not to make a remark about his attitude at the drive-through.

Once he’s had his fill, you can hear his heart rate slowing as his eyes droop. They flutter closed briefly when you slide a hand into his hair, massaging his scalp gently.

“You wanna nap, baby?” You ask in a soft voice.

His breathing hitches, before he’s nodding with his eyes closed.

“Come here.”

He obeys with his eyes closed still, shifting closer to cuddle against your side. His face presses against the crook of your neck, and you tug a throw blanket over his body.

He whines quietly when you shift, but you’re quick to reassure him, your lips brushing against his forehead as you speak.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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something else | billy hargrove

pairing: billy hargove x sinclair!fem!reader

requested by: anonymous

"hi, can you maybe write something with billy hargrove and the reader being lucas older sister? and billy already knows the reader because he has to pick up max sometimes from lucas place and kind of already developed a crush on the reader without really interacting a lot? thank you!"

type: fluff ig?

warnings: tbh i don't see any

a/n: i literally wrote 5 things and it's hard for me to write more stuff i hate this, this one is pretty short, i'm still working on the rest of the requests i have so they are coming!

word count: like 800?

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Her skin, her hair, her clothes, everything was so fascinating about her, at least to Billy Hargrove. He caught his eyes tracing her body and face features whenever he was picking up his little sister from the Sinclair’s house. He had never had the courage to actually talk to her though. It was definitely unusual for him, all the girls always loved him and he was used to being wanted by each and every one. This girl however, she never paid any attention to him, something about her was so captivating that Billy was a bit scared to talk to her, he only admired her from afar. One day he was waiting for his sister in the car and he saw her outside hanging out the laundry. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him staring. Placing the basket on the grass she quickly walked into the house.

“Max! Your brother is here!” She yelled while leaning on the wall next to the stairs.

“Tell him I’ll be down in 10 minutes!” She heard the redhead from upstairs.

(Y/n) sighed and went outside through the main entrance. Billy was outside his car smoking, his back was turned to her. She came up to him and poked his upper back with her finger twice. The boy flinched and turned around quickly, eyes wide. She was even more beautiful up close.

“You good? You look like you saw a ghost Hargrove.” He didn’t respond, eyes staring into hers. “Um, well, your sister wanted me to tell you she’ll be down in 10 minutes. You can come in if you want to drink something and wait.”

“I’d love that.” He smirked.

She turned around, Billy following her.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Really? I thought you knew.” She snickered and shook her head. “It’s (Y/n).”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

She didn’t respond, she didn’t even look at him as she entered her home.

“What do you wanna drink? I have water, orange juice and um.. some soda, but it’s Erica’s so I wouldn’t choose that unless you want to lose your hands or something else.”

“Water’s fine.” He said while sitting on a chair in the dining room.

“Here you go.” She placed the glass in front of him and took a seat across from Billy.

“Thank you, gorgeous.”

“Do you say these sweet words to every girl you meet so that they’ll go to bed with you quicker?” She asked while cocking her head to the side.

Billy choked on the water he was drinking and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re just really natural with it so I was just wondering.”

“Was that a compliment?” He asked while raising his eyebrow.

“I dunno, was it?” She smirked and got up. “I’m gonna go finish hanging out the laundry. Take more water if you want to.”

She walked up to the door and started turning the knob.

“Wait, (Y/n)! Do you need help?”

“Billy Hargrove offering some help? I must be dreaming but sure, if you want to.” She chuckled.

She gave him some clothes to hang up and a few minutes later Max and Lucas showed op outside.

“Is that…?” Lucas asked slightly frightened.

“Billy?” Max’s jaw hit the floor.

Her brother? He was helping someone? He was helping Lucas’s sister? That was something she wouldn’t be able to shut up about fot the next few months. He had never helped their mom at home, he had never offered anyone any type of assistance. He must’ve developed a crush on Lucas’s sister if he was acting like that, this would explain this unusual behaviour of his.

“Having fun Billy?” She shouted to her brother.

His smile faded away slightly and he turned his head to look at (Y/n).

“I have to go, thanks for the water.” He smirked and started walking away.

“Thanks for the help.” She smiled.

Billy turned around to face her one more time. Now or never.

“Do you have time this Friday at 8 pm? I know a place you’d like.” He winked.

“I’ll think about it, see you tomorrow.” She smirked not looking at him, her hands fumbling with the rest of the laundry.

“Tomorrow?”

“Yeah, when you’ll pick up Max. Maybe you could help me with some other chores, gorgeous.”

He laughed quietly and nodded his head. Turning around he went towards the car, Max was already inside.

“What was that?” She asked him and giggled when he sat on the driver’s seat, his smile visible.

“Shut up.” He mumbled and turned on the engine.

Tomorrow.

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