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half-oz-eddie · 17 days

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Thank you @shieldofiron for passing the baton my way ♡

here's my contribution for the @harringrove-relay-race!

There’s never a dull moment at 1566 Main Street, where Neil Hargrove is a slumlord. He owns a shitty building that’s hanging on by a thread and he’s too cheap to pay for the upgrades. But he wanted that ceiling rent, right? Cheap Bastard.

More often than Billy would like, his phone rings, because this or that is busted and fucked up, and Neil just leaves it all on Billy’s shoulders to get it done, and do it right or else.

He didn’t give a shit that he’d left Billy with such a mess. Their handyman quit months ago, and it was up to Billy as the superintendent to make sure this shit show of a building was running just enough to not end up with an investigative reporter exposing them on the channel 7 news.

Billy sat up, groaning in annoyance when his phone rang again. It was the new tenant down the hall, calling to tell him that his lock was broken.

Billy dragged himself to 3F, knocked on the door, and a preppy, bright-eyed pretty boy answered with a welcoming smile.

“Hey, thanks for coming so quickly. I was afraid I’d have to miss work.”

“Not a problem.” He assessed the lock. “This is a shit building anyway. My old man doesn’t do what he should for the tenants.”

“Well at least you care about the tenants, right?”

“Guess so.” He mumbled back, focusing his attention on the door.

The lock was a quick fix, only taking Billy roughly 10 minutes. Thankfully, he had all the right tools on hand.

“Finished already?” The tenant asked.

“Yeah. Y’mind if I use your bathroom to wash my hands?”

“Go right ahead!” He said welcomingly. “It’s uh—“ He stopped himself with a laugh. “You probably already know where it is.”

Billy nodded, inviting himself down the hall. He caught a brief glimpse into the bedroom, spotting the curtain sheet and mattress on the floor as he passed by.

He washed his hands and headed back to the door, preparing to let himself out.

“I’m right down the hall in 3A, so, if you need anything, you can just knock on my door. Like I said, this place is a shit hole, so…I’ll expect to hear from you again.”

“I’ll probably uh, call first.” He nervously chuckled.

“Whatever floats your boat, Mr. Harrington. See ya around.”

“Wa-wa-wait!”

Billy turned back.

“I’d love to thank you. My friends say I make a mean cup of Joe.” He persuaded with a smile.

Billy shrugged. The neighbors weren’t usually so friendly, so this was a change of pace. “Why not?”

He was offered the only chair in Mr. Harrington’s apartment at a wobbly little table.

A few minutes later, Mr. Harrington joined him at the wobbly table, offering him his only good mug, keeping the mug with a broken handle for himself. He sat on a storage box, his chin meeting the tabletop.

“So, Mr. Hargrove—“

“Please call me Billy. My dad’s Mr. Hargrove.”

“Only if you call me Steve.” He grinned.

“Deal…Steve.” Billy charmingly enunciated his name.

“So, Billy,” he continued “have you always lived in Los Angeles?”

“No. Lived in San Diego most of my life. My gramps left this building to my dad about 4 years ago, and he made me the super.”

“Oh, I see. I kinda moved out here on a whim.” Steve shrugged. “I was staying in a shitty motel for a few days before I secured this place. My dad’s not too happy I’m here, so we’re not on speaking terms.”

“What’s he got against LA?” Billy curiously asked, eyebrows raising as he sipped the surprisingly delightful cup of coffee.

“Nothing, I don’t think. He’s just pissed I didn’t wanna join the family business. I wanted to give modeling a try.”

“Modeling?” Billy snorted.

“Y-you don’t think I can?”

“Pretty boy like you? You could definitely be a model.” Billy nodded.

Steve hung his head down, hiding a blush. “You’re uh…you’re a nice looking guy yourself. You’ve never considered modeling?”

“I did once, but the photographer said I’m…difficult to work with.” Billy smirked mischievously, causing Steve to laugh. “I just don’t like people telling me what to do. Stand like this, stand like that, poke your cock out a bit.” He joked. “Not my thing.”

“What is your thing?”

“Surfing, swimming, cars, I dunno. If I could do all 3 for the rest of my life, I would. But I’m stuck here, fixing shitty locks and making sure my old man doesn’t get sued.” Billy glanced at his vibrating phone and stood. “Gotta go. Thanks for that…mean cup of Joe.” Billy smiled. “See ya around.”

“Bye!” Steve waved, a wide smile on his face. He let out a happy sigh. Maybe living here wouldn’t be so bad, after all.

A week later, Billy received a call after hours. It was Steve Harrington again.

“Hey. You having some kind of emergency? I’m…sorta off the clock.”

“Yeah I—shit—sorry! Something happened with one of my pipes and now there’s—ah! God dammit! There’s water everywhere. Couldja help me?”

“Be right there.”

Billy sighed and put his shoes back on. “I’m so tired of this shitty fucking building.” He grumbled. “Something’s always fucking fucked up.”

He swung his door open in annoyance, locked it swiftly and headed down the hall.

He gave Steve’s door a harsh knock, his eyes narrowing at the wet idiot standing before him.

“I uh…” He exhaled. “I tried to fix it myself, but I made it a whole lot worse.”

Billy rushed in, groaning. “Jesus, Harrington, What did you do?”

“I-I dunno!” He exclaimed worriedly. “I just—I didn’t wanna bother you after hours.”

Billy was so irritated, but he couldn't find it in his heart to shout at the pathetic, sopping wet dumbass. One look in those shameful, doe eyes behind those dripping bangs, and Billy simply had no fight in him. It was pretty sweet of Steve to think of him by trying to fix the pipe on his own. But jesus, what a mess!

“This place is hanging by a goddamn thread, Steve.”

Billy went to work fixing the pipe, water splashing all over him in the process. It took him twice as long as the lock, but he was able to fix the problem before the kitchen began to flood.

“I’m really sorry.” Steve apologized, handing Billy a towel. "I'll clean everything up."

Billy took off his shirt and rung it out in the sink. “Just…promise you won’t try to fix anything else by yourself, okay?”

Steve slowly nodded, as he was too stunned to speak. His eyes were glued to Billy’s wet, chiseled body, following the water droplets that fell into his jeans.

“Uh—I—yeah. Yeah I promise.”

“Is there anything else you need fixed before I go?” Billy asked.

“N-no. Nothing else. I’ll let you know. I promise.”

Billy gently patted Steve’s shoulder and let himself out.

Billy returned to his apartment and opened up a can of beer, aggressively chugging it as he fought back the tears in his eyes.

Crisis fucking averted. He couldn’t imagine the world of pain his father would bring upon him if Steve’s apartment flooded.

He didn’t blame Steve. It wasn’t his fault. It was all Neil. Neil and his shitty expectations. His shitty demands and his shitty fucking building.

Billy wanted to get out of there more than anything, but his father controlled his life for so long, he didn’t have anything to his name. He barely paid him a decent wage for being the building super. What was the fucking point anymore? Billy was destined to be alone and miserable in this dreary building.

He cried himself to sleep.

Another week passed. There were only 2 repairs needed in the building, and things felt fairly calm these days. Billy and Steve would catch one another in the hallway. Steve would always wave, and Billy would make a joke about Steve swimming in his indoor pool.

One afternoon, Billy was on his way down to check the mail and Steve was waiting for the elevator.

“What’s with the big boxes? Moving out already?” Billy smirked, causing Steve to laugh.

“No, no. I bought some new furniture.”

Billy got a closer look at the boxes. Those were some pretty high end brand names. Looks like Harrington came from money. He wouldn’t have moved to an awful building like this, if he were Steve.

“D’you need some help assembling the furniture?”

“Really?” His eyes widened in surprise. “You gonna charge, like, an assembly fee?”

“I won’t. Just being friendly to a tenant and neighbor.”

They exchanged soft gazes and sweet smiles.

Steve accepted the help. “That’d be great. I really wanna get this table together before my friend comes to town to visit me this weekend. She’s gonna bring her girlfriend and her girlfriend really doesn’t like me.” Steve confessed with a laugh.

“No? How come?”

“She thinks I’m stuck up or something, I dunno. I guess it’s because I was an asshole in high school.”

Billy shrugged. “Yeah me too.”

“I’m gonna bring these boxes down and then we can put together my furniture now, if you can.”

“I don’t have anything else on my schedule. I was gonna grab my mail and binge watch something.”

“Sorry for ruining your plans.” Steve teased as the elevator door opened.

“You’re not sorry.” Billy softly chuckled.

They returned to Steve’s apartment together and assembled his table.

“Finally, it’s not a piece of shit little table like the last time you were here.”

“Yep. An actual decent table with some nice chairs.” Billy nodded satisfactorily. “Looks pretty good.”

“You wanna stay for dinner? A-as a thank you. I’ve got a lasagna prepped, if you’re hungry.”

Billy paused before accepting the invitation. “Sure. I could eat.”

Steve popped in his lasagna and toasted some breadsticks, then made 2 plates for himself and Billy.

“Looks damn good, Harrington. I didn’t know you could cook.”

“My mom was always cooking and baking for charity events and dinner parties so I helped out in the kitchen here and there.”

Billy took his first bite, a moan nearly slipping out of his mouth. “Jesus, this is the best food I’ve had in a long time.”

“Really? I-I’m sure you probably cook quite a bit yourself.”

“I don’t cook at all. No idea how.”

“Really? W—I could teach you, if you want. A-and we could eat a few meals together, if your schedule’s free.”

“I live where I work and I have all my meals alone. It’d be nice to eat with someone for a change.”

“You uh…want some wine? I dunno if you drink or—“

“I drink. I’ll take a glass.”

Steve poured a glass of wine for each of them, and they continued to chat into the late hours of the night. Steve fell asleep on his new couch and Billy washed the dishes before leaving Steve’s apartment and heading to bed.

His heart was racing practically the entire night and he couldn’t understand why. What was so great about the hot neighbor-slash-tenant with his soft, fluffy hair and his smooth voice and his stupid smile. Yeah, okay, maybe he looked sexy in an apron and knew his way around the kitchen and he was like a wife, who could also be a husband and he was every goddamn thing Billy wanted—but what’d that matter? He was damned to spend his life alone in that shitty building until Neil died and he was free to demolish it someday.

Only then would he be free.

A month passed. Billy had dinner with Steve at least twice a week. Sometimes their dinners would turn into movie nights. Steve even invited him over for party games when his friends came into town to visit.

And each moment they spent together, only caused Billy to fall deeper in love.

Steve had to work, so there wouldn’t be any dinner that night. He made sure to give Billy some leftovers from the night before, so Billy heated them and ate them before going to bed early.

He groaned in annoyance when his sleep was disturbed by a late night phone call.

“Another emergency?” He wondered, when he noticed Harrington’s name on the screen. It was 9:52 PM. Did his pipe burst again?

“Hey, Steve, what’s wrong? Is it the pipes?”

“No, but, I do need something repaired. Could you come by for a moment? If it’s not too much trouble.”

Steve was more of a treasure than trouble to Billy. He was the only sense of life in his dreadful world. He would come anytime Steve called, no matter how late.

“No problem, be right there.” He responded cooly, concealing his excitement to see Steve again.

He grabbed his tools and headed down the hall. Steve opened the door before he could knock.

“Alright, show me where the problem is.”

“It’s uh…not something you can use tools for.”

Billy raised a brow in confusion. “What’re you talkin’ about, Harrington?”

“Can—can you fix a broken heart?”

This is what he called me over for?

Billy laughed. “If I knew how, I’d fix my own.”

“Whenever I catch a glimpse of you around the building, you always look so sad and alone. I just…I hate seeing you like that.”

“I’m not like that when we hang out, if that makes you feel better.”

“It does. Because I feel better when I hang out with you too.” There was a long pause as they averted each other’s eyes. They could feel their hearts nearly beating out of their chests. "You like my coffee, you-you laugh at my jokes. You support my ambitions. Even my friends like you!"

"Yeah, your friend's girlfriend seems to like me more than she likes you."

They shared a laugh, and Steve's smile slowly faded as his gaze turned serious.

“W-what I’m saying is...” Steve clenched his sweaty fist “I think…I think I’m falling for you.”

Billy gasped upon hearing the confession. Was this a dream? Was he still in his bed, fast asleep? Maybe he should pinch himself to find out.

“You sure you’re not just trying to get a rent-free apartment?” Billy joked.

“Is uh…is it working?” Steve replied in jest.

Billy nodded. “Yeah. A little bit.”

When Steve gently pulled Billy into his arms, embracing him, Billy knew for sure this wasn’t a dream. He hadn’t been held like this in forever, maybe never. His mom used to hold him tight, but that was familial love. This was…a new and unexpected romantic gesture.

Billy did everything he could to hold back his tears.

Steve gently pulled away, looking into Billy’s cloudy eyes with his own.

“You really can fix anything, can’t you?”

“I dunno if I would call this fixing, but I’m definitely building something new with you.”

Steve kissed him softly, and Billy melted into his arms. For a split second he imagined merging with Steve and never parting with him again.

“One day, you and me, we’re gonna get the hell outta here. We’re gonna do everything we’ve ever dreamed of, and we’re gonna be happy.”

“Steve, this is the first bit of happiness I’ve felt in a long time. I’m almost satisfied with this.”

“You don’t have to settle, babe. We’re gonna have a beautiful life together, and you’ll never have to fix some shitty pipes ever again.”

“I’m holding you to that promise, pretty boy.”

They sealed the deal with another kiss.

And Steve did keep his promise.

Thank you for reading! Please look forward to something incredible from @adelacreations ❤️

#harringrove relay race #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove fanfiction #ivy.doc

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cycat-carisi · 7 months

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I Left My Pretty Baby With Ralphie

Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!reader

Summary: If you haven't heard the tune "Ralphie" by Joe's former band, Post Animal, check it out! The tune inspired me to write a little thing about our favorite former King of Hawkins High and the massive crush he has on the reader.

Tags: Fluff, Summer of '85, Post-season 3, Pre-season 4, Steve Harrington has it bad and he really doesn't know what to do about it.

Warnings: some alcohol consumption, partying high schoolers, spoilers for season 3

Length: ~2.5k

A/N: This is pure, unedited word vomit. I don't have the time to write right now and yet here we are. (:

Fic below the cut or on AO3 here

Steve should have known better. Afterall, when one king falls, another is always waiting to take his place. Steve’s fall from grace had been less than glorious. Billy had shown up to claim the crown and had rubbed Steve’s face in it for good measure. And now, with Billy having succumbed to the Mind Flayer, the position of king had once again been ripe for the taking. This time it was little Ralphie Baker who rose to the occasion – well, not so little anymore. Over the summer of ’85 he had finally gotten a long-overdue growth spirt in both height and muscle. At six feet tall and a hundred and sixty pounds, Little Ralphie Baker’s ascent to the throne came just in time for his senior year.

Steve wouldn’t have been so bothered by Little Ralphie Baker if it hadn’t been for what happened at the last house party of the summer…

~~“It’s not in the way that you walk that gets me off. It’s the way that you think. It’s the way that you talk.”~~

The summer of 1985 started out pretty decent except for the obvious humiliation of working at a place like Scoops Ahoy. Sure, Steve struck out with the ladies and sure, Robin made fun of him for it, but at least working at the mall allowed him to see the people he cared about regularly. People including you.

You were Robin’s age, about to go into your last year of high school. After having been paired for a group project in one of your classes last year, you found out how awesome Robin actually was. The two of you became fast friends and during the summer you would visit her at Scoops for free samples and a back entrance into the theatre.

That’s also how Steve met you. The first time Robin introduced you to him made quite the impression on Steve. After all, he had come to respect Robin’s judgement on a lot of things, so, for you to be worthy of Robin’s friendship already spoke volumes about the kind of person you were.

As time went on, you and Steve found yourselves getting along really well too. So much so that it became the highlight of Steve’s day when you’d walk into the ice cream parlor with a lovely smile springing to life when you spotted him. The two of you would chat on his break and Steve was more than happy to show another member of Hawkins High that he wasn’t the same person that he used to be.

The lovely friendship between the two of you continued to grow, even after the Mind Flayer wrecked havoc on Hawkins. Instead of free ice cream, both Steve and Robin would let you use their Family Video discount; the store being your new place to hang out over the remainder of summer break.

Having such a strong and effortless connection, it was no wonder Steve found himself falling for you: your pretty smile, the shy way you’d tuck your hair behind your ear when he gave you a compliment, and especially how you just seemed to get him. He never felt judged when he was around you, only accepted. In his head and in his heart, Steve knew that he loved you; he had just never found the courage to tell you yet.

That’s why the last house party of the summer bugged Steve so much. You had generously offered him to tag along with yourself and Robin, but the former king of Hawkins High, Steve Harrington, had completely blown it.

~~“But I can’t tell this girl what’s on my mind. And it seems it's getting closer all the time.”~~

The night had started out fine. Your little trio flitted from social group to social group, sipping drinks and exchanging pleasantries with the other guests. Being the only one with a car or driver’s license, Steve had graciously agreed to be the DD for the night allowing you and Robin to let loose to rhythms like Phil Collins’ Sussudio blasting over the boom box.

Seeing you so relaxed and carefree sent shock waves straight to Steve’s heart. And when you rushed over to grab his hands in yours to dance, his heart nearly stopped altogether. Your cheeks were rosy from laughing and the slight buzz of alcohol, yet Steve still found you gazing at him with the same softness that you always did, even while twirling him around to the beat.

Then abruptly, the upbeat song came to an end, switching to the ballad of Bryan Adam’s Heaven. Awkwardly, Steve released himself from your grasp as if the lyrics would reveal every feeling that he was too nervous to share on his own. A party like this just wasn’t the time.

Steve saw you glancing at him with a mixture of confusion and something that bordered on hurt as he slowly retreated backwards.

Before anything further could transpire, the sound of Robin’s slurred voice calling out Steve’s name caused both your heads to turn. She clearly had been sipping back a few more drinks than you had. You both went to her aid finding her contemplating whether or not she was going to throw up.

“Take her home,” you told Steve, sympathetically. “There’s nothing more humiliating than puking at another person’s party.”

Steve knew you were right. Even though the night was young, Robin’s inability to hold her liquor warranted her an early retirement.

“You wanna stay longer?” Steve asked you while propping Robin against his shoulder.

Steve watched as you turned to glance around the room. Some of your other classmates you actually liked were still here to chat with. He tried to hide his desire to steal you away for some quiet one-on-one time after dropping Robin off. Steve hated to admit to himself just how often he daydreamed of taking you out for late night milkshakes at the local diner.

“I think…” you began, shaking Steve out of his thoughts. “hmm…are you coming back?” you asked him, almost shyly.

“I uh, I can if you want me to. After all, I did drive you here.” Steve shifted to reposition a now sleepy and very slouched Robin while simultaneously trying his damnedest to avoid your eyes.

“Steve,” you beckoned him to look at you. “I didn’t invite you with us just to be our driver. I wanted you to have some fun too.”

Steve knew that. He knew that you actually cared about him and wanted him to be a part of your life. Yet, Steve wasn’t convinced that you’d want him to be part of your life in the same way he did.

“Yeah, sure then,” he replied simply. “I’ll come back later. Will you be okay here by yourself? I know you didn’t have as much to drink as this one,” he gave Robin a nudge causing her to groan. “But still. Parties can get weird nonetheless.”

His concern caused you to smile that gorgeous smile he loved so much. “Thanks, Steve. I’ll be okay though. Promise.”

And with that, Steve set off to haul Robin home. But it was as he was leaving the house that he heard the voice of Little Ralphie Baker enter the room.

~~“I went to the party and I left my pretty baby with Ralphie, baby, and now I’m alone.”~~

Steve returned about a half an hour later ready to laugh with you about how difficult Robin was to sneak into her house while wasted. She was all uncoordinated limbs, swapping between jaunty giggles and annoyed groans. Except as he entered through the living room’s front door, his ears were met with the sound of your melodic laughter. There you were, holding your solo cup and stood beside none other than Little Ralphie Baker. His now broad shoulders were squared to your petite frame, narrowed eyes gazing down upon what Steve could only imagine was your chest and, of course, smiling a devilish grin. And you – you were taking it all in! Just standing there chatting and laughing with the new king of Hawkins High.

Steve felt his stomach knot in jealousy while it seemed as though his heart fell right out of his chest. Sure, he could waltz over there and butt in. He knew exactly what Ralphie was doing; Steve used to pull the same shallow moves himself. But the fact of the matter was, despite how much Steve loved you, you were never really his to lose to begin with.

Steve wanted to run. He wanted to jump in his car, speed home and burry himself under his duvet. He hated how each and every time he felt something genuine for a girl, she never felt the same way. Steve had tried so hard to change and be a better person, yet he still couldn’t find anyone to love him for who he had become. He thought that person could have been you, but once again he had clearly been wrong.

~~“And now I'm feeling something and I know she's doing better, without me, baby guess I'll go home whether that's with or without you.”~~

The gravel crunched under his sneakers as Steve marched himself back to his car. He got in and slammed the door, hands slapping against the steering wheel. He slid one off, about to put keys in the ignition when he stopped. He had made you a promise. Even if he refused to witness the rest of the party, he would still wait here to drive you home when you were ready to leave.

With a sigh, Steve turned the key only slightly, allowing his radio to come to life. Like a curse, Heaven’s romantic notes filled the car, and Steve yanked the dial to the right until something more upbeat replaced it. He let his head bounce back against the headrest and closed his eyes, dreading the inevitably long wait until you were finished partying with Little Ralphie Baker.

Then suddenly, a soft rap sounded on the passenger’s side window of the burgundy bimmer. Steve jumped, peering through fallen locks of brown hair towards the sound. It was you.

You gave a small wave and smile as he reached over to unlock the door and let you in. Confusion was etched across his entire face. “What are you doing here?” he stammered.

You gazed at him with your own hint of bewilderment. “Uh, getting in your car?” you reflected the question back at him as you buckled your belt.

“Why?” he said a little too coldly. “The party isn’t over yet.” Steve couldn’t bare to look at you any longer. He didn’t want to show you just how stupidly jealous seeing you with someone else had made him.

“What the heck has gotten into you, Steve?” you fired back, angling yourself towards him in the velvety seat.

Steve paused. This was not the can of worms he wanted to open right now. You still had alcohol in your system and Steve was high on his feelings for you. It could never end well, he thought. “Nothing,” he dismissed, once again reaching for the ignition.

“Steve,” you spoke smoothly. Then your hand reached for his forearm. Steve swore your touch would burn a hole in his sweater, but that voice, that sweet, calm, soothing voice...it compelled him stop and turn.

“What’s wrong?” you asked when he finally met your gaze.

Those big eyes of yours were so sincere and so sweet. How could he not tell you the truth? “I just,” he began, voice low in the small space of the car. “I just thought you’d want to stay longer. I walked in earlier and saw you with Ralphie Baker. Seemed like you two were getting along well.”

“Ralphie Baker?” you scoffed. “Ralphie Baker?! I couldn’t get that creep away from me fast enough!” you exclaimed. “He wouldn’t stop staring at my boobs! I didn’t want to make a scene or else I would have given him a slap.”

With your words, the vice around Steve’s chest suddenly released. His eyebrows unknitted and those dark eyes lit up in the dim light. “Really?” he spoke meekly. Shaking himself out of it, he continued, “Sorry, I should have stepped in to help…”

“Nah, it’s fine,” you assured him. “You came back and that’s all that matters.” Steve found himself captivated by the smile you give him. Maybe he was imagining things, but he was fairly certain that this very smile was one reserved only for him.

Your hand still rested on his forearm, thumb now rubbing lightly over the material of his shirt. The little gesture caused Steve to return a heart-felt grin. Maybe now wasn’t such a horrible time to lay it all on the line. It’s a huge leap, but the pounding of his heart was never going to stop if he didn’t say something.

“I,” Steve inhaled deeply. “I promised that I would come back, and I care too much about you to ever go back on my word.” That was a start. Just come out and say it, Steve. He examined your features closely for any signs of discomfort. Instead, all he found was intrigue. “I,” he began again. It was hard to hear his own thoughts over the sound of his pulse in his ears.

But before he could finish, Steve witnessed you leaning across the center console, hand using his forearm for leverage. And the next thing he knew, your lips were brushing softly against his. The kiss was better than he could have ever imagined. A million butterflies exploded inside his tummy and he found his free hand making its way to cup your cheek of its own accord.

As the pair of you leaned back, Steve’s face was plastered with a dopey grin. Yours was in much the same state. “I’ve been trying to figure you out all summer, Harrington,” you whispered. “I just never knew if I was reading the signals clearly.”

Steve’s eyebrows shot towards the roof. “Really?” he spoke gently.

“You were jealous about Ralphie, weren’t you?” you quipped. Steve opened his mouth to deny but you quickly added, “It wasn’t my intention, just so you know, but seeing you out here moping at least gave me the confirmation I needed.”

A warmth spread throughout Steve’s chest. “I guess I’m not so good at hiding my feelings, huh?”

You shook your head at him affectionately.

He smirked. “What am I feeling right now, then?”

“Hmm,” you pretended to contemplate. “I think you wanna take me out for a late-night milkshake, but only after you kiss me again here first.”

The twinkle in your eye made Steve’s heart melt. “You really can read me like a book,” he grinned before leaning into your lips once more.

~~“And when I see something I like you know that I gotta pounce. All the things that you say, say, say, I can trust every ounce.”~~

Thank you for reading and feedback is loved!

#steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #my fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fanfic

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strangertheories · 1 year

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The Stranger Things Q&A panel at a convention today (actors of Chrissy, Alexei and Karen)

I was not able to ask any questions, sorry guys! The queue was long and I dislike crowds a lot so I avoided it. However, the panel host pointed at me when talking about the cosplay in the fandom and complimented my cosplay- people clapped! Except she said "oh my goodness chips ahoy!" (I am a Robin cosplayer) and I am in fact not cosplaying chips ahoy.

I've included most answers here, nothing really about S5 though except confirmation that filming begins in June for Cara, what they'd like to happen and no Byler. There was a lot for the Hellcheer shippers as well since Grace got asked about that. There were a few questions they refused to answer, most of which were about their fellow cast members. Except for when the crowd wanted to kill Mike when asked which of the party should die (bit harsh). One person said Will and Grace was outraged.

Cara (Karen)

Her daughter cosplays anime

Audition - started in 2015, in person followed by a series of auditions, only one to meet Duffers before set

Huge Walking Dead fan, loves Star Trek, anime vicariously through child, Genshin Impact

Likes the nostalgic bits - happy it's introducing 80s music to younger generation

Favorite part to act was the scene where she first met Billy as it was fun to shoot and they were laughing between takes

Cara never learnt to swim so had to get lessons to film a shot of backstroke in S3

Sad that Benny died, as well as Eddie and Chrissy because she wonders what could've been

Her daughter was 2 when she started stranger things so she grew up with the cast and it's bittersweet to see kids grow

Thinks pineapples DO belong on pizza

Wants Angela to die in S5 (because she's mean) with a whack to the face from another roller skate

S5 shooting begins in June!

She was surprised at how gruesome Chrissy's death was even though she'd read it in the script but thought it served as a good departure from previous seasons

Carnival scene was best location to film on as they built a carnival and you could go on the rides when it wasn't being filmed

Grace (Chrissy)

Audition - sent in a tape, only had to try once because she was the only one to play her nice

Grace is a big Doctor Who fan, particularly number 10

Would be a demodog if she could play anyone else

Favorite part of shooting was working with Joe Quinn as he's super talented and fun

Most stressful scene to shoot was running from Vecna (crying, screaming, running, etc was exhausting) especially since Jamie Campbell Bowers walks super slowly

Would kill Vecna to save Eddie

She thinks Eddie and Chrissy would've been together but says that "they are [together] now" (💀💀) which got a huge laugh

Says third season is the best

Would be a potato if she could be a food

Not tired of Chrissy Wake Up. Was asked to sing Chrissy Wake Up but she didn't

Was nervous people would be glad she died so she'd be out of the way so was pleased people love Chrissy

Dear Billy (04x04) is the best episode in her opinion

Thinks pineapples don't belong on pizza

Enjoyed dying for the first time but actually found it hard to watch. They wouldn't let her keep snapped Chrissy to hang from her ceiling

Alec (Alexei)

Audition - just generic scenes, wrote the character around him

Big anime fan (Demon Slayer, Hunter X Hunter)

Says the 80s nostagia shows the power of music (and marketing)

Favorite people to work with were David and Winona (mother and father figure of set)

Favorite part to shoot was the scenes with the slushies. It was cherry "because it was in the script" (he was asked why he chose a cherry slushie)

Would be "Cool Dustin" if he could have played anyone else (he is his favorite character, loved Gaten's performance from S1 as he's unique)

First shot outside of Murray's house was very scary to film as he wanted to impress the cast

He says the first season is the best season

It was unexpected that people clung on to his character and the reaction from social media although he did anticipate people would be sad from the death

Doesn't want Eddie to come back, says more main characters should die

So that's that! I got to speak to Cara as well and she was lovely, I'll be seeing them later today as well for photos/autographs (:

#stranger things #st5 #karen wheeler #cara buono #alexei stranger things #alec utgoff #chrissy cunningham #eddie x chrissy #hellcheer #chreddie #grace van dien

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The Girl He Left Behind [Part Seventeen]

Fandom: American Actor, RPF, Elvis Presley, Elvis Movie 2022

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Original Female Character

Characters: Elvis Presley, Addison Goodwin, Gladys Presley, Vernon Presley, Minnie May ‘Dodger’ Presley, Red West, Sonny West, Gene Smith, Billy Smith, Original Female Characters, Colonel Tom Parker, Billy Smith, Marci Cunningham, Steve Cunningham, Jerry Schilling, Mary Jenkins, Alan Fortas, Marty Lacker, Original Male Characters, Mona Goodwin, Joe Goodwin

Word Count: 5997 // Rating: Mature

Summary: When Elvis returns home to Graceland from the Army he’s followed by the headlines ‘The Girl He Left Behind’ but what the media don’t know is that Priscilla wasn’t the first. No, that title belongs to someone Elvis will never forget.

Tags/ Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Graceland, Poverty, Friends to Lovers, 1950s Elvis, Bad Parenting, Surprise Surprise the Colonel Is a Colossal Prick, Parental Loss, Grief, Fun Fairs, Kissing, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Movie Nights, Arguing, Tension, Denial of Feelings, Age Gap Romance, Underage, Addison is 17 Elvis is 22, Guilt, Betrayal, Extortion, Blackmail, Jealous, Army Elvis, American Draft, US Army, Lying, Time Shift with Elvis moving to Memphis, Flashbacks, Caught

Notes: I want them to fck so bad but getting there is hard work ololol

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Addison shivered in her coat, pulling it tighter around her shoulders. She didn’t particularly long to be sitting outside in the winter chill of the back yard but he didn’t want to miss a second of time with Elvis even if that meant watching him play football with his friends in the bitter wind.

The past week had been quite a challenge. Since they had finally gotten together they had been desperate to spend every waking moment with the other, and for the most part they had been able to. People seemed to accept that whatever crossed word they’d had was now forgotten and Addison slotted back into the entourage without question. However, just hanging out together wasn’t exactly the contact they were yearning for and whilst there were a lot of lingering glances [and wandering hands when no one was around] their contact just one on one was pretty limited. Elvis was a busy guy, so it meant that the only time they got alone, truly alone, was late at night. Which is why every night that week Elvis had made some excuse to his family and friends about needing space. He’d gone from spending every minute of the day out of the house to holed up in his room though unbeknownst to his family he wasn’t alone. Of course they had those that knew but even so they were being overly cautious. It only took them letting their guard down a little bit for it to lead to slipping up.

But it was hard. When they were alone they could do everything they had been longing to do for months yet around people they had to act normal which wasn’t easy. Especially when Elvis was running around in front of her looking windswept and athletic. He was a leader on the field, strong and commanding in a way she’d never seen that was getting her hot under the collar. She’d never felt like this before and though he had yet to take it any further than kissing it was though a switch had been flipped inside her. He looked over as they re-huddled, throwing her a dazzling smile that made that switch turn on like a light bulb. Addison flushed dark crimson and dropped her gaze to her lap making Marci chuckle.

‘What?’ Addison asked suddenly feeling defensive. ‘You two are cute you know that?’ Marci smiled. ‘We’re not doing anything,’ Addison protested, glancing about to make sure they weren’t in earshot of anyone. ‘Sure you’re not,’ Marci said rolling her eyes. ‘He just looked at me,’ Addison said. ‘Like you’re the only person here,’ Marci giggled. Addison however didn’t. In fact, she felt a little self-conscious at her friend’s words. Were they really that obvious? ‘I guess,’ Addison said noncommittally as she looked back to the field where the boys were now back to playing. She sat there for a moment before she excused herself under the pretence of grabbing snacks and sodas for everyone before she disappeared into the security of the house.

She went inside and grabbed a soda from the fridge, leaning back against the counter as she thought about her friend’s words. She wondered if anyone else had picked up on their behaviour or if Marci was just more attune to their actions because she was already in the know. Addison felt that they’d done a good job at returning to normality without it seeming stiff or over friendly. Perhaps Marci was just reading into things.

She took a sip of Dr Pepper and then placed it on the counter so she could check the fridge. Mary had the day off but the boys were like bottomless pits on a good day never mind when they played football so Addison had taken charge of making sure they were fed and watered. She was just counting up the number of sodas in the fridge, ensuring there was enough for everyone outside without her having to trek down to the basement when she felt a pair of strong arms encircle her. She jumped, spinning around to find Elvis laughing at her panicked expression.

‘You scared the crap outta me!’ she said as he continued to chuckle at her. ‘Sorry,’ he said with mirth as she rested her hands against his chest. He was warm against her cold fingertips and his hair was slicked back with sweat against his forehead. ‘Aren’t you supposed to be playing?’ she asked glancing towards the door as if they were going to be caught at any moment. ‘I’m allowed a break aren’t I?’ he said, ‘besides ain’t no fun in it when you’re not watching.’ ‘Oh so this is all for me?’ she smirked. ‘Well I’m not doing it for my health,’ he quipped as he leaned down to kiss her quickly. She allowed him to but he didn’t miss how abruptly she pulled away her eyes darting to the door.

‘What?’ Elvis said, Addison frowned. ‘Nothing,’ she lied. ‘Addie,’ he said warningly. ‘What if someone sees?’ she asked biting her lip. ‘They won’t. Red won’t let anyone in the house,’ he said though she still didn’t look convinced, ‘that’s not all is it?’ ‘It’s just…Marci got me worried,’ she admitted. ‘About what?’ he asked. ‘That we’re y’know…obvious,’ she said sheepishly. ‘Nah,’ Elvis said stroking her cheek when her worry didn’t shift, ‘the boys would’ve told me if anyone was saying anything and besides I’ve practically been a boy scout these past few days.’ ‘Oh sure,’ Addison snorted. ‘Hey, if you knew how many times I wanted to grab you and kiss you you’d know how restrained I’ve been,’ Elvis said. ‘Maybe that’s the problem,’ Addison said making him look at her confused. ‘You lost me,’ Elvis said.

‘I don’t know…’she sighed, ‘I get we have to be careful, and I don’t wanna tell anyone yet either…’ ‘But?’ Elvis said ‘But I’d like a minute just us. One when we’re not wondering who’s gonna come through the door or if someone might see us…y’know? I mean we can’t even have a proper first date and I know it’s better this way but… I guess I’m torn.’ ‘Between shouting it from the rooftops to keeping it to ourselves?’ Elvis asked. Addison looked at him with a sad smile as she nodded gently. ‘Yeah,’ she said, ‘you get it right?’ ‘I get it, I do and believe me I want nothing more than to show you off…we just gotta wait a little. For when the-’ ‘The times right I know,’ Addison said with a smile. Elvis watched her as the cogs turned in his mind trying to get an idea into place. She could see him mulling it over but before she could ask Elvis said, ‘leave it with me.’ ‘What?’ she asked confused. Before he could respond there was movement outside the door making Elvis drop his hands from her waist, moving across the kitchen as Marty came in. The distance they had put between themselves seemed to be enough of a cover as Marty didn’t even seem to notice they’d been talking.

‘Hey Addie, Marci said you were getting some sodas for us?’ he said coming towards her. ‘Yeah why don’t you help me. I don’t think I can carry everything,’ she said smiling at Elvis sympathetically as their conversation came to an end. Elvis returned it though as he headed to the door he looked at her, throwing her a wink as he mouthed, ‘trust me.’ With that he ducked out of the door leaving her with Marty who had gone to the fridge and started pulling things out. As she loaded a tray with drinks and snacks she couldn’t help but ponder what he was on about.

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‘Stop pacin’ would ya,’ Red grumbled, ‘you’re gonna wear a hole in the carpet.’ ‘I’m nervous, sue me,’ Elvis said snarkily though he did slow down his redirecting his nervous energy into one foot which he used to nudge the edge of the bed skirt beside Red’s legs. ‘It’ll be fine,’ Red said, ‘I mean we’ve thought it through to the Nth degree-’ ‘But-’ ‘And no matter how it ends up she’ll love it whatever,’ he interrupted, standing up from Elvis’ bed before adding in an Addison-esque voice, ‘oh Elvis you shouldn’t have.’ ‘Shut up,’ Elvis smirked, shoving him hard. Red took up a defensive stance to which Elvis immediately responded. They were facing off, palms bared to one another ready to attack. Red dove forward to tackle his friend but Elvis was quicker and took him around his middle, knocking him off balance, though as Red headed towards the floor he swung his leg out taking Elvis’s feet from under him meaning they ended up collapsed in a heap on the carpet.

‘That was a dirty tackle,’ Elvis said as he pulled off his friend’s body. When he looked up though he found Addison in the doorway watching them both amusedly. ‘I’m sorry am I interrupting?’ she giggled as Elvis leapt up, smoothing out his shirt and pants as he came towards her. ‘Nah,’ he said, ‘only interrupting Red stupidly thinking he could get a jump on me.’ ‘So you’re gonna pretend your ass wasn’t just on the ground?’ Red said as he climbed up off the floor too, straightening himself out. ‘Barely and like I said it was a dirty move,’ Elvis said. ‘Sure it was. He loses one time and he resorts to blatant lies,’ Red said looking at Addison and shaking his head in mock annoyance. ‘You wanna go again?’ Elvis said putting his hands back up. ‘Nah, I wouldn’t wanna embarrass you in front of your girl,’ Red said, ‘what do you think Addie? Think I could take him?’ ‘I think if you two don’t stop bickering like an old married couple we’re not gonna get anywhere at all,’ she said with a smile. ‘Avoiding the question,’ Red mused. ‘No, she just knows I could kick your ass,’ Elvis retorted. ‘Hmm sure,’ Red said continuing to tease his friend. Elvis shoved him through the door into the hallway following him as he went. As Red headed downstairs and out of view Elvis stopped and grabbed Addison by the elbow so he could spin her towards him and press a tender kiss on her lips making a tingle run through her entire body.

Since Sunday they hadn’t managed to spend much time together but he had assured her that come the weekend he would make it up to her with a date night. She knew it wasn’t going to be exactly like the date night she envisioned but it was out of the house and with as few people as possible which was better than nothing. Having other people around meant it was less conspicuous than being on their own. Getting spotted by fans whilst out and alone together was one thing but getting spotted by reporters? All hell would break loose.

As they headed downstairs she realised that whilst she knew who was coming with them she didn’t know what they were actually doing so she said, ‘where are we going?’

Elvis looked at her for a moment, contemplating whether or not to tell her before he smirked and said, ‘you’ll see.’ ‘Oh come on,’ she grumbled. ‘Uh, uh,’ he said. They were outside now and Red was waiting in the El Dorado, the engine echoing a gentle chug around the desolate grounds. Elvis walked down towards it and opened the rear door for her which she walked towards but when she got there she stopped looking at him expectantly. ‘Not even a hint?’ she asked. Elvis shook his head making her sigh, ‘fine, but if it’s something dumb Red won’t be the only one tackling you tonight.’ ‘That I can get on board with,’ Elvis smiled. Addison climbed inside and he shut the door behind her, opting to sit in the front seat before Red headed down the vast drive towards the gates which were busier than usual since it was nearly the weekend. School was out and the kids of Memphis found themselves with nothing better to do than to clammer around the gates waiting for a glimpse of Elvis. As they opened people crowded around and Elvis rolled his window down so he could talk to them and Addison shrunk back in her seat. Being in the back meant she was virtually unnoticeable, a fly on the wall, but the flashes of the cameras were enough to make her nervous. She just hoped no one was paying attention to her.

It seemed to take longer than usual today though she wondered if he was taking his time on purpose in the hopes of deterring some of the fans from following them wherever they were headed. Eventually Red told him they needed to get a move on and Elvis offered his apologies to the downtrodden fans who were still left waiting, hoping for a morsel of his attention. As Red and Elvis chatted Addison watched as the throng of people disintegrated into the backdrop of Memphis as she tried to figure out where she was being led. They weren’t going the right way for the Memphian or the roller rink, the latter of which was something she thanked her lucky stars for. She had made an extra effort tonight and she doubted a pair of clunky skates were going to accentuate her look. Downtown came and went meaning they weren’t headed for Beale Street either. Whilst she rattled her brain trying to think of where they were going Elvis glanced back at her and chuckled.

‘You’re gonna give yourself a stoke from thinking that hard,’ Elvis said. ‘Well if someone wouldn’t keep secrets,’ she challenged. ‘No need to,’ Elvis said gesturing to the enormous billboard approaching on her side of the car that read ‘Bellevue Drive-In Movie Theater’. As Red pulled into the vast lot she looked around. It was only half full of cars and to one side of it were a couple of makeshift buildings that seemed to be for refreshments and bathrooms but the rest of it was barren except for a large screen directly ahead of them. They were stopped as they entered so a surly teenager could ask for the admittance fee but he didn’t keep them long and soon enough Red was headed down a long line of cars pulling in beside a familiar white one. Sonny was leaning against it, cigarette in hand though he stubbed it out on the floor as they pulled in. As Red parked up and climbed out to head to him Elvis looked over the bench at her.

‘What do you think?’ he asked. ‘I love it,’ she said with a smile. ‘I know they’re nearby and I’m sure I saw a couple of cars follow us here from the house so we’ve gotta be careful but we’re somewhat alone…’ ‘Elvis I love it,’ she reiterated making him smile. ‘Good,’ he said clambering over the seat until he was sitting on the bench beside her, ‘now we just gotta figure out how to get something to eat without being spotted.’

After some debating Addison and Sonny volunteered to go and get refreshments and as they walked down the valley between the cars Elvis watched them go until they’d disappeared out of sight. He tried to ignore the niggle of jealousy inside him as he watched her laughing and joking with his friend. After all he wasn’t jealous of them because he knew they were nothing but friends but still the situation stung. It wasn’t fair. He wished he could do things as simple as that with her. To not have to worry about who might see and what they might say. Why was it so hard when being with her felt as natural as breathing to him? He longed to show her off. To say screw you to his critics, his fans…the Colonel and yet he couldn’t.

‘You alright man?’ Red said from where he was leaning against the door of the car, having a smoke. ‘I’m good,’ Elvis said. Red nodded and flicked his cigarette onto the floor trying to seem as casual as he could though Elvis could tell he was scouting around and assessing the situation. Since Red had elected to park at the edge of the lot they were mostly out of the way of prying eyes and the Lincoln added an extra layer of security too blocking them from view even more. It also didn’t hurt that there was a winter chill in the air meaning there were fewer people out tonight which would make their plan for later easier.

As Addison and Sonny reappeared Red headed towards the Lincoln as planned followed by Sonny once he and Addison had divided up their spoils. She climbed into the back of the car to find Elvis sitting there waiting for her.

‘I didn’t know what you wanted so I got you a hot dog,’ she said offering him the foil parcel. ‘Thanks,’ he said taking it from her. She sat beside him but didn’t face him and instead looked out towards the screen. As Elvis tucked into his food she sat there, suddenly unsure of how to act. They were alone now but the thought of someone seeing them was still there not to mention she could feel the occasional glances from Sonny and Red which only added to her nerves. She couldn’t believe it. After longing for this she felt out of place, like it was harder somehow. Even when they were just friends they were closer than this now it felt stiff and formal.

After scarfing his hot dog down he looked up and seemed to notice her apprehension though it was obvious from the way she was picking at her own food instead of eating. In an effort to make her feel more at ease he casually threw his arm on the back of the seat, his fingers rubbing gentle circles on her shoulder. That seemed to settle her, even more so as the movie started and the floodlights that were illuminating the lot turned off plunging the theatre into almost pitch black. She could barely see who was who in the Lincoln which reassured her as there was no way anyone would be able to make them out from a few cars away and as the film rolled on she relaxed, her hand migrating to Elvis’ thigh which he noted immediately especially when she turned to rest her body against him, her head on his shoulder.

He couldn’t believe how ‘proper’ it all was given that before now if he’d been caught at a drive-in movie you could bet he would’ve been found doing a lot more than just cosying up to a girl. But this was how it had been for the past couple of weeks. When she was in his arms he wanted nothing more than to be with her in their entirety but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. She wasn’t a fan he had picked up or one of the ladies the boys procured up for him. She was beyond that. His love. His entire heart. His best friend.

She was pure. Perfect. He couldn’t treat her like she was one of the girls he dated before. Yet it was hard especially now as the strawberry scent of her shampoo wafted into his nostrils or when he caught a glimpse of the way the screen light illuminated the curve of her chest in her low-cut dress. Elvis felt that yearn in his belly once more. After that, he couldn’t pay much attention to the movie. He had been thinking of her thumb and how it was rubbing gently against his thigh unknowingly driving him wild and by the time the film wrapped up, he doubted he would’ve been able to tell anyone what the plot of it had been. Still, as the credits rolled and she turned to smile at him he pretended to enjoy it all the same.

‘I’m gonna go use the bathroom, okay?’ she said as they climbed out of the car. As she smoothed out her dress he balled his fists by his side, resisting the urge to touch her. To hold her hand, pull her in close. Anything really. ‘Want me to walk you?’ he asked making her heart flutter, always the gentleman. ‘Nah I’m good,’ she said patting him on the arm, ‘I’ll not be long, okay?’ ‘M’kay,’ he said.

Addison made her way quietly down the aisle between the cars towards the dingy portacabin labelled ‘Ladies’. It wasn’t very busy which meant she didn’t have to linger in the dank stall for long though as she washed her hands and checked her appearance, she couldn’t help but find her mind wandering. Tonight had been nice and once she’d relaxed she’d immensely enjoyed being cuddled up to Elvis though she couldn’t help but think about…more. She had no doubt that there was a time for him when visiting a drive-in movie didn’t mean actually watching a movie. A time when it wouldn’t matter who saw what but with her he seemed shy. No, not shy reserved. Like she was going to break.

But she knew that wasn’t true. She wanted him. In every sense of the word. She longed to know what his touch felt like on her skin not just over her clothes. She yearned to feel his hot kisses on places other than her neck. As a pretty blonde girl came into the bathroom she snapped out of her thoughts, blushing though she had no idea why. She even considered splashing her face with water to try and dim the bright red glow she was sure she was sporting but eventually decided the against it.

When she got back to the cars Red was standing outside the driver’s side door of the car they had come in but as she approached he shook his head and pointed to the Lincoln. Addison’s brows knitted together but she obeyed him and headed to the passenger side of the Lincoln and climbed inside expecting to see Sonny but Elvis was sitting in the driver’s seat. Suddenly the Cadillac they had been in sprang to life and started making its way out of the lot. Elvis waited for a few cars to move out, putting some distance between them before he started up the car and started to move out.

‘What’s going on?’ she asked. ‘Well you wanted to be alone, right?’ Elvis said as if it were obvious. ‘Yeah,’ Addison asked not knowing where he was headed. ‘So they’re leaving us alone,’ he said as they pulled out of the lot, heading in the opposite direction from which they came, ‘and hopefully taking the fans that followed us here with them back to the house.’ ‘So what we find a secluded spot somewhere?’ she asked with a giggle. ‘Honey I’ve got something much better in mind,’ Elvis said. ‘I take it you’re not gonna tell me that either huh?’ she asked. ‘And spoil my fun of watching you pout like a six-year-old?’ Elvis challenged. ‘I do not,’ she protested. ‘Sure you don’t,’ Elvis said rolling his eyes, ‘actually, you’re right. It’s a bit better actually. I remember when you wouldn’t pout and just held your breath until you got what you wanted.’ ‘And who was teasing me then I wonder?’ she challenged. ‘Was it my fault you were so easy to mess with?’ Elvis said placing his hand on his chest as if he was shocked at her accusations of him being in the wrong. ‘At least I can’t tattle on you to my Daddy anymore,’ she said, ‘though carry on and I might just tell your mama.’ ‘Like you’ve ever needed any help holding your own,’ he smirked. Addison smiled thinking of those early days. They were never apart. She followed him around like a puppy and though he like spending time with her he was older than her which often led to relentless teasing.

‘Remember that time fourth of July barbecue we had?’ she said as a memory flashed into mind, ‘when you, Billy and Gene decided to play target practice with my dolls on the fence. I never did get that China one’s face fixed.’ ‘Your daddy didn’t even have to tell me off for that one you tore me a new one good and proper,’ he said. ‘You deserved it,’ she giggled. ‘I remember Joe’s face. He didn’t even seem mad at me just sorry for me,’ Elvis chuckled. Addison smiled too though it didn’t match Elvis’ mirth which made him panic, ‘I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset you.’ ‘You didn’t. I just…’ she started unsurely, ‘I never get to talk about him y’know? Sometimes it’s like I’m the only one who remember he existed.’ ‘I remember, we all do,’ Elvis said placing a hand on her knee reassuringly for a moment. ‘I know but it’s just different… if you get me? I mean it was just us for such a long time, we were all each other had. Good stuff and bad. And thinking of one tends to lead to thinking of the other so most of the time…I don’t,’ she said honestly, ‘is that bad?’ ‘No it’s not bad,’ Elvis said, ‘c’mere.’

Addison nodded and slid towards him, cosying into him. He wrapped an arm around her tightly. They drove in silence for a moment with Elvis peeking down at her every so often until he mumbled, ‘you know if you ever wanna talk about him you can right?’ ‘I know,’ Addison said gently. ‘Cause I’d hate to think you’re dealing with all this stuff on your own,’ Elvis said. ‘I’m not,’ she said quietly, ‘I’ve got you.’ ‘Lord help you,’ he joked making her giggle, ‘I mean it though…any time you wanna talk or remember I’ll listen. I mean I know I won’t get it, I mean not really, but I’ll try.’ ‘I hope you don’t have to,’ she said earnestly. ‘But if it was me. Dodger, daddy, my mama…I don’t think I’d cope if I didn’t talk about them. I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to but I don’t want you holding it in because you’re worried no one cares,’ he said she stayed quiet for a beat, contemplating his words before she nodded against him. ‘I guess I need to be a little more open huh?’ she asked. ‘Maybe a tad,’ Elvis said, ‘you’ve got a lot better though. I mean Addie in August would’ve told me to screw off.’ ‘Addie in August wouldn’t have ever dreamed we’d be here,’ she said.

Elvis contemplated her words a little but then he was forced to focus as he turned off the road and into a parking lot behind a tall building. Addison sat up as they entered it, looking around for some kind of sign of where they were. It was dark and dingy with dumpsters piled up on the sidewalk which wasn’t what Addison was expecting but Elvis didn’t bat an eyelid. He climbed out and made his way round to open her door holding her hand as he led her to the back door of the building which he unlocked with a key that she was surprised to find was on his set of car keys. It was nicer inside than out. The downstairs housed a set of stairs to one side and a corridor full of doors on the other. She followed him as he started to climb the stairs without a word until they were at least two flights up and on their own corridor. As they stopped outside an old wooden door, number 29, Elvis dropped her hand so he could unlock and open it, flicking lights on as he went inside, followed by a confused Addison. It was an apartment, cosy and cute. The living room and kitchen were adjoined and down a small hallway was a couple more rooms. Addison stayed by the door watching Elvis as he turned on lamps and then headed to the back wall of the living room which was covered by a bookshelf. Upon it was a record player and Elvis started going through the stack of records at the side of it until he noticed her silence and turned to find her still lingering by the door.

‘Are you gonna stand there all night?’ he chuckled. ‘Where are we?’ she asked. ‘Why don’t you look for yourself,’ he said jerking his head towards the window that was on the opposite side of the room. She headed over and peeked out. There was a small lawn out front up to a sidewalk on a familiar street and just across the way, peeping out behind the trees, was Graceland. Addison turned around to look at him. ‘This is…’ she said trying to work it out. ‘The apartment I lease,’ Elvis said. ‘The one my mom stayed in?’ she asked. She had only seen it from the outside, her mother opting to keep her busy in an attempt to buy her affection rather than spend any actual quality time with her. Elvis placed a record on the player and dropped the needle allowing a quiet and calm tune to play out into the air as he meandered towards her, wrapping his arms around her.

‘I prefer to think of it as my apartment,’ Elvis chuckled, ‘but sure.’ ‘Why are we here?’ she asked though she was hoping she already knew the answer to that. ‘So we can have a moment alone,’ he smiled. ‘Is that right?’ she giggled. ‘I told you to leave it with me,’ he said leaning down to peck her on the lips. ‘So the different cars. Red and Sonny. All this to get us a moment together?’ she asked making his smile dim a little. ‘Are you mad?’ he asked. ‘No,’ she said, ‘it’s just weird.’ ‘How so?’ he frowned. ‘I mean us. It feels natural like it shouldn’t be any other way, right?’ she asked. Elvis nodded. ‘Like breathing,’ he agreed. ‘And yet all of this just to get a moment alone it just seems…unfair,’ she said. ‘It won’t always be like this,’ he said, ‘someday we can be together. Properly. Without anyone weighing in on or telling us we can’t. This is just for now okay.’

Addison pondered it for a moment and then nodded. Elvis flicked the curtains closed and kissed her leading her to the couch where he pulled her onto his lap. Addison leaned into it, both of them full of want and need as his hands skimmed her sides, his mouth kissing down her jaw and neck. She could feel him against her inner thigh straining against the thin material of his slacks. It made her burn with desire and emblazoned her courage as her hand made its way southward fiddling with his belt. However, as she tried to undo it Elvis pulled back and stopped her.

‘Addie,’ he murmured quietly. ‘What?’ she asked, ‘don’t you want to?’ ‘Of course I do,’ he said stroking her face tenderly, ‘but if I start I won’t be able to stop.’ ‘So don’t stop,’ she said leaning in to kiss him. He allowed her to, but it wasn’t as meaningful as before which caused worry to bubble through her. She pulled back nervously, refusing to look at him. Elvis sighed.

‘Ads,’ he said. When she didn’t look at him he turned her chin so she would. Her hazel eyes met his though reluctantly, ‘Addie it’s not that I don’t want to it’s just…we can’t.’ ‘Why not?’ she asked. ‘Because it’s not…right,’ he said, ‘it’s not proper.’ ‘When have you ever done anything properly,’ she challenged making him sigh again. ‘Maybe but this I wanna do right. You’re too special to me to just-’ he said stumbling over his words as he tried to figure out how to say it. ‘But you have with other girls,’ she said pathetically as she felt her self-consciousness creeping in. ‘They weren’t you. I didn’t love them like I love you. I wanna make sure this is right because I love you. Do you understand that?’ he said watching her concerned expression nervously. Addison bit her lip. He continued, ‘I could steamroller into this like I have before and it could ruin everything. I mean isn’t that why we’re taking our time anyway. Enjoying the time we have together. Hell, I damn near took out a covert mission just to get you alone.’

At his joke, her face softened into a slight smirk which made the worry inside him lessen even though she didn’t seem completely on board just yet.

‘It’s not because I don’t love you, honey,’ he said quietly. ‘Feels like it,’ she grumbled. ‘Well it’s not,’ he said forcefully hoping she’d see he was telling the truth, ‘I want you. More than you know. But I wanna do it right.’ ‘And when’s that going to be?’ she asked. Elvis felt the urge to say ‘when we’re married’ but he stopped himself. That was what he wanted to say. He knew he didn’t want anyone else, that she was it for him. For the rest of his life. But even so, they had only been together two weeks he didn’t need to spook her. ‘I’ll know,’ he said. ‘And until then?’ she asked ‘Being with you is all I need,’ he said. Addison contemplated it for a moment and then nodded swivelling herself until she was cradled in his arms her fingers playing with the buttons on his shirt. There was a moment when neither of them spoke, just mulling over their conversation, listening to each other breathing and the crooning of Perry Como behind them. Eventually, she cleared her throat.

‘Okay,’ she said. ‘Hmm?’ Elvis mumbled as she pulled out from the crook of his neck. ‘Okay. You want to wait I can respect that but I’m telling you now that I don’t,’ she said. Elvis looked as if he wanted to say something but she silenced him with a single look. He could tell the cogs had been whirring in her head and he knew better than to interrupt her when she had something to say. ‘I want you, Elvis. I want us to be together in every sense of the word. You think about proper and fine I get that, but that doesn’t matter to me. I’ve never had proper before. This,’ she said gesturing between the pair of them, ‘this is what feels proper to me. It feels right and I want to enjoy all of it. Okay?’ Elvis nodded, ‘so what are you saying?’ ‘That we can wait. For now,’ she said, ‘but don’t be thinking that a ring on my hand is going to make us anymore us. Just…listen to your heart. I’m sure it’ll tell you when.’ ‘I’m sure you’re right,’ he said as she nuzzled back into him evidently satisfied with the point she had made. He pondered it for a moment. Maybe she had a point. Their romance wasn’t exactly orthodox and it wasn’t as though he didn’t intend to marry her. One day the time would be right and he’d know it.

‘She’s got you wrapped around her little finger,’ his brain whispered to him making him smile. His head was right. One conversation and his beliefs had been moulded to something a little less formal. How she did it he didn’t know she just had an effect on him, a way of flipping everything he knew on its head, and he couldn’t pretend he didn’t love it. He also couldn’t pretend that his views weren’t also being altered by the fact her fingers were teasing gently circles on his chest as she nuzzled into his neck. Elvis cleared his throat.

‘You’re not gonna make this easy for me, are you?’ he said, feeling her smile against him. ‘Not a chance.’

#my writing #the girl he left behind #elvis #elvis fic #elvis presley #elvis presley fic #elvis presley x oc #elvis presley x ofc #addison goodwin

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my dearest fox! i have returned with more dreams for our tradition 😊

i have been stress dreaming like nobodies business lately and that includes about the sleep token concert lol i know i’ve sent you a few dreams about it already but here’s another one!

i dreamt that i got to the venue late and thought it was going to be packed so i just found a spot in the nosebleeds (no idea why i wouldn’t just go to the back of the floor with my pit ticket but 🤷‍♀️)

eventually i noticed the pit was like, empty for the opener so i took my chances and made my way down. turns out i was the only person to buy a GA ticket and show up! so i had the entire floor to myself lmao. for some reason the band was there just hanging out, i guess they liked the extra space. and also billie joe armstrong was there? he was super cool and signed my shirt. iv kept coming out on stage and yelling to hype up the crowd and ves and iii were milling around in the pit. idk where ii was he was hiding for most of my dream

at one point iii was trying to make a point about the size of his hands i think? and something about grabbing waists. so i was the test subject he grabbed to prove his point. he wrapped one hand around my waist and the other around ii- this is when he showed up lol. i was wearing a white shirt and iii’s hand left a red paint mark and i was shook lmao. then they got on stage and performed and i had the time of my life having a one person mosh-pit 😂

i am losing my fuckin mind hahahahaha i hope you have a good day/night/whenever you see this!

my beloved friend Exie, I'm so sorry it took me so long to answer this ask (to be fair we have been having the severe weather of the century, but like, we where due), but this dream. is so funny to me??? thank you for sharing it, idk what I like best, but the fact that iv kept coming out to hype the crowd up and you where the only person down there with a huge crowd behind you, like..... that's so funny to me???

but also congrats to your shirt, for getting stained with red paint. Your dreaming brain truly knows what you want haha 😂

#hihi!!!#friend exie!!#i have not been having any fun dreams lately?? that I can remember....#no sleep token dreams that i remember details of tho and that's very sad to me #i know i dreamed about them a couple days ago but it's just like they where just there in the dream. and I don't remember the dream ya know

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nysocboy · 2 months

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Gemstones Episode 2.9. Continued: A Perfect Christian, the Lion King, twinks, and lovers in old photographs

Previous: Episode 2.9: Who killed Thaniel? Will Keefe ever get a place at the table? Can we see some Gemstone alums naked?

Keefe stands alone: Keefe sits next to Kelvin on the way to the Zion's Landing ground-breaking party. He stands next to BJ while the siblings perform. But afterwards, he goes off to make new friends: he tries to impress them by doing the Worm, and is upset when he fails.

Why doesn't he interact with Kelvin, or anyone in the family? It's as if they told him "You can come, but don't be seen with us. We don't want people thinking that you and Kelvin are together."

Baby Billy Returns: As Tiffany sits in a cabana, Baby Billy appears! He tells her "I'm back for good," Judy isn't having it "You've got a lot of nerve coming here after what you did!"

He ignores Judy and asks Tiffany to take him back. She refuses to answer, saying that she has to go to the bathroom.

Keefe and the Perfect Christian: Meanwhile, Keefe and Joe Jonas, the world's most perfect Christian, head to the same porta-potty. They are so busy gazing at the guy who just exited that they both reach for the handle at the same time, and clasp hands. It is accidental, but still a strangely erotic moment.

Tiffany pushes them aside and rushes into the porta-potty. Joe Jonas and Keefe continue to flirt as she goes into labor. Don't they, like, have to go?

The Lion King: Later, a crowd has gathered around the porta-potty. Didn't anyone fetch a doctor?

Baby Billy rushes up and asks Keefe, Pontius, and Abraham if they've seen Tiffany. They point. She said she was going to the bathroom, you dolt! Why did it take you so long to figure it out?

Tiffany emerges, stating that she had her baby: it fell into the toilet.Gross callback to the "toilet baby" discussion. Baby Billy reaches down and pulls the baby out. Then, in a scene reflecting Simba's birth in The Lion King, he holds it over his head for the crowd to see. Everyone applauds.

Lyle's Revenge: On the beach, Jesse, still unaware of Lyle's involvement, is handing over the investment money. Suddenly a woman appears, yelling at Lyle about the disappearance of her husband: "He was working with you, to get information on the Butterfields! He told me all about it!"

Finally Jesse starts to figure it out. He confronts Lyle, who admits to sending the Cycle Ninjas to kill Eli -- he thought he was "doing you a solid," freeing up some money so Jesse could invest. Besides, hasn't he often wished that his father would hurry up and die? No, of course not. But, now, worried that he might tell, Lyle attacks. They fight, and Jesse hits and kills him with a rock from the David and Goliath slingshot he used to threaten Junior.

He rushes to his family -- um, hang on for a moment. Check out Kelvin's ultra-femme outfit and mannerisms. He's really come out loud and proud. He was the macho Messiah of the Musclemen an episode ago, and now he's my Aunt Sadie.

And why isn't Keefe there? He's at the porta-potties, of course, but there isn't even a chair that he vacated.

Jesse announces that he's murdered someone. The family follows him to the beach, but Lyle is alive, and Lindsey is armed! She shoots BJ in the femoral artery, and forces the others to swim out into the ocean. BJ will bleed out in 2-4 minutes unless he gets first aid. He's doomed!

Lots of Reconciliations: One month later, we see Chad and his wife reconciling at Amber's marital group. I didn't even know that was a plot arc.

Then Judy and BJ, who has miraculously recovered, say goodbye to Baby Billy, Tiffany, and baby Lionel as they head home.

Nobody ain't inviting no kids to the steam showers: Kelvin and Keefe have started a Youth Squad for 12-15 year olds. "The whole time we've been searching for our calling," Kelvin says, "It's been right under our noses: these beautiful, innocent children."

He continues, evoking a Judean retreat: "We could groom these kids into the next generation of muscle men." Keefe suddenly realizes that people could get the wrong idea, and suggests getting chaperones and permission slips.But Kelvin isn't ready to start planning yet; he's just brainstorming, thinking of the possibilities.

I read fan responses to this scene before actually watching it: anger, disgust, and dismay: "Please don't let them be creeps. Please don't let them be creeps. Please don't let them be creeps." The "They're straight buddies" camp was ecstatic, because who would give gay characters lines like that? When I watched, I was upset by the structure: everyone else gets a heartfelt scene, and the guys get pedophile jokes. But one fan who grew up a queer kid in an Evangelical church set me straight, so to speak. I paraphrase a bit:

This IS a touching scene! Friggin' homophobe, thinking that because the guys are gay, they must like little boys!

The kids are not dressed in revealing outfits, and at least one of them is a girl! Kelvin and Keefe do not say one single thing that suggest an erotic interest in the "little angels." Keefe notes that a particularly muscular boy is popular with other boys, and Kelvin fiddles with his "wedding ring," to let you know that he and Keefe are partners.

The Youth Squad is a perfectly legitimate way for them to combine their interests in youth ministry and physical fitness. Note that the kids are not training for bodybuilding, which is not permitted for anyone under age 15. They are doing strength training exercises, which are recommended for children aged seven and up.

Plus it makes structural sense. The heterosexist trajectory includes job, house, wife, and kids. Baby Billy does not become a man until he holds his infant son. BJ and Judy have no children of their own, so they adopt Tiffany. Nurturing children is the final step in Kelvin's movement into manhood

Lovers in old photographs: Eli returns to Memphis, where he is funding Junior's new wrestling studio. Arm on Eli's back, Junior shows him around: "Stadium seating...just need some asses to fill 'em."

They pause before an old black-and-white photo of Glendon Marsh and his wrestling crew. Young Eli, the Marauder Kid, stands masked in the back row, next to Young Junior. The camera closes in on the two. Eli smiles. The end.

Bonus: Naked twinks, in case you're having trouble figuring out the difference between being gay and that other thing.

The full review, with naked twinks and more about Eli and Junior, is on RG Beefcake and Boyfriends

#the righteous gemstones #kelvin gemstone #keefe chambers #tony cavalero #adam devine #Joe Jonas

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some ResDogs fanfic ideas i wanted to share ( go ahead and use them! )

Hi everyone, new and familiar, welcome back to @killingitreservoirdogsstyle! I know that I’ve been offline for quite awhile and my updates have not been as regular as they were a few months ago. For that I apologize and hope I haven’t inconvenienced or annoyed anyone with my awful planning and sporadic posts. I’ve been doing really good, I’m just busier than I have been in awhile with the end of the school year, exams next week, and all the wonderful stuff going on in the world—notice my sarcasm there. Anyways, instead of leaving y’all hanging out to dry, I thought that I’d post a little something here.

I have a couple of different fanfic ideas that I was wondering if I could get your guys’ input on whether or not you’d want to see this sort of content on the blog! Also I’m going to put this out here, IF YOU WANT TO USE THESE FOR YOUR OWN FANFICS AND POST THEM/REBLOG ME IN THEM THAT IS TOTALLY AWESOME AND I WOULD LOVE TO SEE THAT! No pressure of course, I understand absolutely that we all have our own separate lives outside of Tumblr. I thought it could be a really cool way to connect further and put out some more fantastic Reservoir Dogs and other Tarantino stuff on here!

Speaking of that, thank you all for your continued support, kindness, likes, reblogs, comments, and reqs/asks! They mean so much to me and I appreciate each and every single one of you more than I can articulate here. I love you all a ton! I’ve almost hit 150 followers on this blog, which is astounding and unexpected, but it’s thanks to all of you reading my stuff. Again, thank you for everything! With that, let’s get into the fanfics!

( PLEASE NOTE THAT THERE ARE TRIGGERS IN THIS LIST, WHICH I’VE SHOWCASED BY PUTTING CLEAR WARNING SIGNS. SOME OF THESE INCLUDE VIOLENCE, DEATH, SMUT, AND LOSS OF A CHILD. PROCEED WITH CAUTION IF YOU ARE UPSET BY THINGS LIKE THIS! )

Reference the scene in which Pink and White beat up Marvin Nash to the tune of Joe Tex’s “I Gotcha”, and have it as them roughing up a bully who was teasing or physically hurting their gender neutral child, I was thinking a girl so I could get the daddy-daughter closeness and dynamic, but inclusiveness is absolutely important!

A polyamorous romantic relationship with the Dogs and Eddie where they take you camping out in one of California’s national parks for two or three weeks in the summertime. I liked the idea of putting lots of stupid shenanigans, prank wars, dancing by the campfire to K-Billy’s Super Sounds of The 70’s, skinny dipping, cocktails and marshmallows, and wild sex in the shared tent you guys have. Any gender for this character is totally cool!

Headcanons for Mr. Brown with an s/o who works in a video store OR having a kid who loves movies as much as he does! Basically, I was thinking of anything with Brown, movies, or arcade games!

⛔️ANGST WARNING HERE⛔️ Think of the scene in ResDogs when White takes Freddy to the warehouse as he is dying of blood loss, but headcanons in which you’re the Dogs s/o individually and this scene is happening ( how they’d react, what they’d do, etc ).

Headcanons of a criminal reader being the singular survivor in the aftermath of the Dogs’ botched heist and how they’d live with the trauma of the violence, intensity, and losing the love of their life—which can be any of the characters/Dogs you’d like.

Having kids with the Reservoir Dogs—I’ve seen these before on Tumblr, but only really exclusively for Blonde or White, not all of the Dogs or Eddie for that matter. Gender neutral reader!

Here’s a REALLY cool one I thought I’d share, though my idea of cool is questionable, ha ha. How about a set of headcanons or a one shot where the reader is a cop who manages to take down the Dogs and Eddie themself and capture them until reinforcements arrive. They talk and find out their stories, which leads them either to a), turn to the dark side and help them escape or b),not care and still turn them in!

I’m a sucker for my parenting AU fanfics if you couldn’t tell already, but here’s another few ideas I have surrounding that type of fic! Headcanons for the Dogs hiding out after attempting another job alongside Eddie, but finding out that they’re being set up by the cops to be arrested from a friend. They rush to get to Joe’s estate house and have to calm their scared kid in a slight hurt comfort fanfic!

The Dogs, in a non-romantic relationship, adopting a teenaged kid together in order to help out with their jobs, but ending up falling for the kid and loving them as their own. Headcanons and gender neutral once again! We love gender neutrality here on this blog!

⛔️TRIGGER WARNING HERE⛔️ The AFAB reader and s/o of the individual dogs having a miscarriage and how she and her boyfriend/husband deal with the pain. This isn’t to sensationalize grief or losing a baby, rather I feel that it is important to bring to light an issue that is prominent in our culture and has a grain of shame to it. I want to reinforce that is no blame or fault in a woman if she miscarries and I also want to enforce that I believe that a woman has a choice with what to do with her body. I might not get an abortion myself but that doesn’t mean I won’t judge, shame, or look down on anyone who does. Nor do I think that it’s a woman or a man’s fault if their baby doesn’t survive in the womb or post pregnancy. I can’t believe that we’re still having these debates in the twenty first century, which has been a focus of my attention lately. So I want to express this idea in a healthy way and show people that judgment and ridicule in this regard is ludicrous. Sorry, I’m in a political mindset, but my writing is how I deal with this.

I hope you guys think at least one of these ideas is worthy of a fanfic and please let me know what you guys think in the comments or through reblogs! No pressure of course, but I’d love to hear what you think! Thank you very much for reading and have a great weekend! Ciao!

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Hey what happened to your Billy and Harringrove takes? you're very missed in the fandom. I hope you are doing great! <3

it actually went nowhere!, most of the stuff i wrote about him and said ship its on my archived previous blogs. will try to link them here soon

while billy is and will always be one of my all time favorite characters, my interest on being in that and harringrove's fandom here on tumblr died after seeing almost every single person there despises nancy for all the sexist and invalid reasons to exist. it very reminds me of the vitriolic hate skyler white till this day gets on the breaking bad fandom.

i simply can't relate with that. i can't associate with people with such vile and closed minded views in which, based only on their personal bias, decide that characters like canon steve who have done much worse stuff than nancy ever did, deserve the nuance view while they decide nancy is only worthy of villain or said ship mlm rival narratives.

i got fed up of seeing unhinged and ridiculous things like the theories of her being a republican just because k*ren is, her being homophobic, the false cheating claims, her being blamed for barb's death, her ''abusing'' barb and committing hate crimes, her ''abusing'' steve or mike and even her being racist.

those things got so tiring for me to watch and a huge chunk of the harringrove content is purely based on that hate towards her. no one is forced to like or defend her in canon because shes a girl, yes i get that and i accept it. but if they're gonna get critical of her, at least do it for all the right and existing reasons. i also got tired of billy fans who give max the villain narrative and even go as far as blaming her for his death or being happy about what happened to her towards the end of S4 as 'karma for not doing enough to save him'. that has never rubbed the right way to me and never will.

they can't call out the sexism hate and harassment gvd gets from the delusional joe q, eddie and steddie fans when they're pretty much doing the same exact bullshit in different patterns lmfao. selective hate and pseudo criticism at its finest.

the discomfort, discourage, disservice and deception this have caused me have made me lose all the mental and emotional energy i once had to engage in said tumblr fandoms. sadly this is the main reason why i'm not there anymore as much as i once was. not to mention that i feel like frankly, a lot of my interest on ST is slowly fading away. i'm hyped to see the upcoming projects of a lot of the cast tho. specially dacre, joe k, francesca, natalia, grace, sadie, eduardo and charlie.

i will still appreciate billy regardless if my presence in said spots is no longer there.

aww you're so kind yes i've been okay. its just been a crazy and heavy year for me so far in the financial, mental and emotional ways. but i'm hanging on. i hope you're great as well <3

#anonymous #cheri answers #steddies dni #nancy wheeler antis dni #st fandom wank #steve harrington fans dni

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Hello! I'm here to request a romantic MHA matchup if you could please! I'm a 16 year old female but I look and act mature for my age(due to trauma) so I often get mistaked as an 18 year old or even older sometimes. Some good qualities of mine are maturity, level headedness, and then I can be motherly. Some bad traits can include bluntness, coming off as cold, and stubbornness. I'm an introvert so i hate being around crowds and speaking infront of people I also have social anxiety so that doesn't help... I would much prefer staying at home watching anime and petting my pets than going out... More of my fun and loud side comes out around my friends or the right people. My hobbies or things I enjoy include hanging out with friends, swimming, listening to music, art, laying in bed on my phone, animals(I want to work with animals as a job), watching anime, the ocean(I love water if I could choose a quirk it would be water based), stargazing(I love galaxies, the moon and stars I find everything so fascinating), the colors black, blue, purple, then finally goth/emo style and aesthetic! Some dislikes of mine are bananas, P.E./sports(volleyball is okay tho), and men/father figures in my life-. My music taste includes the artists, The Neighborhood, Girl In Red, The Arctic Monkeys, Billie Eilish, Melanie Martinez, Alec Benjamin, Corpse, and Conan Gray! I'm bisexual/omnisexual so either gender could work but in mha I lean towards having stronger crushes on the guys and only some lighter crushes on the girls so do with that what you will. Traits I dislike in others are immaturity, impatience, disrespect, pushing boundaries, and not listening. Traits I look for in others are respect, kindness, understanding, patience, and humor. A bit about my appearance is I have longish black hair, pale skin, freckles, i'm a bit chubby, and tall(5'8). Im also very insecure and I doubt myself a lot but I'm trying to work on that! Some love languages include words of affirmation, quality time, physical touch and sometimes acts of service. I have mental and physical health issues so I would need someone who could accept and be able to handle that. I would also need someone that would accept that I have trauma as well. I would want this relationship to be a two way thing so its very important that they give the same effort I'm giving into the relationship. I would prefer not to be matched with Denki, Bakugou, Iida, Tokoyami or any adult since I'm a minor. I think thats it... I'm sorry if I missed anything you needed or if this is to long! I understand if you don't get to me right away! I hope your having a nice day! Thank you!

charlotte’s interlude 💗- hi!! i’m so sorry for the delay!! i hope you enjoy this match, it was super fun to write!! you sound so cool, take care of yourself! have a great one!

warnings; anxiety mention, animals, swearing, insecurity

i match you with…

Shoto Todoroki

this for you both!! ^

he loves how level headed you are, you’re a real pillar of stability for him

he isn’t too fond of crowds either so you both prefer to have dates indoors, stargazing on a balcony or listening to music and just laying together

when you’re comfortable with talking, he loves listening!! he could listen to you, a small satisfied smile on his face for hours

“Oh, it’s nothing love. Please continue :)”

he’s so amazed by your knowledge of animals!! he’s just so impressed and finds your devotion so damn cool

your pets love him bc he always brings toys and such 💗

he thinks it’s so cool you can swim as well as you do!! you look so graceful he’s so weak for you

he always does what he can to help with your self esteem! he’s so proud of you!!

“You amaze me everyday. You’re doing astoundingly, darling.”

you both mutually work on yourselves together!! your relationship is very much a two way street

you understand each other, everything is mutual and genuine and it’s just so pure!!

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Love in the Limelight, Chapter Two: Embarrassing Introductions - Side A

The black Mercedes van pulled up at the door of the meeting rooms on the stranger things set. I took a deep breath as the driver opened the door and i could see through the doors down the hall to the outlines of people moving around in the distance inside.

I hadn't been needed on set until now as I had done most of the work prior to others arriving. All the table reads and other meetings had already taken place. Today was the day before we actually start production. I just really hoped the brothers wouldn't make a big deal out of my new role on set this season. From our meeting i knew they were just as excited about working with me as i was of them but I kind of wanted to just become part of the furniture, no special attention. I didn't see why they would as this is my third season on the show but who knows.

All i can do it hope i come out of this unscathed.

The van pulled away as we walked into the building. I looked back at it as it drove away, part of me wishing it was taking me home with it as the nerves peaked. As we walked down the hall i had a grasp on my handbag a little too tight, feeling my heart race faster in my chest the closer we got to all people in the meeting room. Sam noticed me out the corner of her eye and gave me a knowing look mouthing you'll be great with a wink and a comforting squeeze on my arm. I nodded at her and took another deep breath as I opened the door.

"Hey guys" I said shyly, walking into the room followed by Sam who gave a small wave.

"Billie! Oh my god finally" a voice yelled from the corner of the room, looking to my left I saw Gaten coming over with his arms out, massive smile plastered on his face, ready for a hug. I smiled and hugged him back "hey! how are you? Have you gotten taller" I smiled into the hug. "Good, really good and no just more handsome" he laughed as we pulled away from our hug.

"What took you guys so long, ive had no choice but to hang out with these looser while i waited" Maya said coming up beside Gaten with Joe Keery. "Excuse you! I'm as much of a looser as you are not irritating" replied Joe pretending to be hurt. "Your excused" Maya responded, both of them laughing. I gave her and Joe a massive hug as I haven't seen them in months and we started chatting between us.

I hadn't had the chance to really say hello to anyone else or even scan the room before the brothers interrupted the room ready to make introductions.

Here we go.

If they start talking about me I have no idea what I'm going to do. Probably just die of embarrassment. I took a seat at one of the tables next Gaten and the others while the brothers started their welcome talk. I took the opportunity to do a quick scan of the room.

There weren't too many people, I was assuming it was just the main cast and main crew as I recognized a few faces of producers and key crew from the last two seasons. I exchanged a few waves and smiles with some poeple before I zoned out a little staring blankly at Mayas cup of coffee on the table, now wishing that I hadn't given mine to Sam.

Damn it. I need one.

"We also have our resident nerd here again this season!" Beamed Ross.

Fuck. God take me now, now is the time.

"She's been pretty busy lately so we are extremely lucky and grateful that she chose to be with us as opposed to a well-deserved vacation" he continued. "a vacation we are happy to pay for when this is done" Matt added, both laughing, others who knew me joining in.

I tried to laugh with them but I could feel the weird, embarrassed feeling in my stomach and my chest, making me slightly nauseous. They continued by listing off everything I had done since season 2 had aired like proud dads which made my heart warm, but the sick feeling got worse. I smiled shyly and rubbed the back of my neck wishing my chair would swallow me whole. They covered all my work with Disney, small side projects with Broadway shows and even up coming work with Obi Wan Kenobi.

My face burned bright red.

"Anyways, we couldn't have picked a better person to run our hellfire club, so welcome back Billie" the whole room started clapping and everyone looked my way with smiles. Gaten nudged my arm, giving me go on get up and thank them eyes. I glared at him but reluctantly i rose from my seat, playing with the watch on my wrist and making eye contact with the table more than anyone else. Deep Breath.

"Um thank you guys" I started rubbing the back of neck before putting my hands in my coat pockets. "I'm really honored that you guys thought me nerdy enough to bring me back" a small laugh from the cast and crew filled the room. This gave me enough confidence to look up and over at Matt and Ross who were smiling caringly in my direction. Both knowing how shy I was. I continued with how excited I was about being back and being so grateful to both the brothers for the oppertunity again. Third times the charm.

"Also, a heads up before you list off my work and gush about me because I want it on tape to replace my resume." I laughed, as did the brothers and the room before clapping for me again.

I went to sit back down but as I was doing so I caught the eye of someone in the other corner of the room leaning up against the wall next to Noah and David.

I did a double take.

He was Tall, curly hair, slight stubble, in a nice sage green jumper, kakis and Martins on his feet. He was smiling and clapping whilst looking right at me. Right into what felt like my soul with his warm brown eyes. I felt my stomach do a flip.

Holy shit that smile.

I noticed him looking me up and down a few times. I had to catch my breath as I reached my seat not reslly knowing what to do with myself in that moment. We didn't break eye contact for what felt like a whole minute, but in reality, could not have been more than a few seconds. I felt the color reach my cheeks as I smiled shyly before finally breaking eye contact.

Gaten gave me a good job nudge and the others reached over and touched my arm saying good job. I mouthed a thank you to them before sinking into the chair a little with a small smile. I bit my lip out of anxiousness. I wanted to look up again to get another look at him but I know if I look up again and catch his eye once more my heart will explode. I thought about it for a moment.

Fuck it.

I took a deep breath and looked up from the handle on Maya's coffee cup, looking instantly in his direction. My eyes were desperate to get another quick look. As I did, I saw that he was still looking at me with a slight smile, arms crossed, eyes still piercing into my soul. I couldn't help but smile back at him again before biting my lip to stop the smile from covering my whole face. The colour covering my cheeks even more and quickly averted my eyes back to the brothers.

Who is this guy?

#joseph quinn #stranger things #fanfic #smut #eddie munson

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[Image 1 - Unknown User: Wait, so Kit Connor gets accused of 'baiting the gay' during his heartstopper publicity days, but no one puts Sebastian Croft on blast for doing the same shit while promoting 'Billy Walsh.' 0__o Yeah, he's out - but, like, his co-stars ain't?? Don't get me started on how he hangs all over his co-stars during publicity runs. It feels grossly familiar - like, scripted romance off-the-set kind of bullshit that K-drama publicists invent for the clicks.]

[Image 2 - Unknown User Reply: I didn't realise Bash was even officially out. I saw the endless TikToks with what I guessed (but didn't like to assume) was a boyf, but I stopped following him recently - for the same kind of reasons you mention here.]

[Image 3 - Unknown User: I assume everyone’s bi until they tell me different 😆 but like, how is he getting away with this shit but Connor gets dragged for it? I still laugh at that video where Locke, Connor, and Croft, are watching scenes from HS and Connor literally chides Croft for flirting with him. 😆 ]

Image 4 - Unknown User Reply: I guess because more people assumed that Croft was queer, but that Connor wasn't, when HS aired. And some may *still* believe that despite Connor's fuck-you-all-I'm-bi tweet, and Croft's vagueness. Hence for Croft it's confirming what everyone assumed so ~whatever~, but Connor was just a "straight boy putting on an act". Plus some people conflating Kit with Nick, drinking the parasocial KoolAid, and feeling entitled to have him tick the gay box so they think they have a chance.

[Image 5 - Unknown User: the parasocial shit annoys me. There’s two of those wakadoos over at LPSG on the Joe Locke thread – which is the bitchiest thread I’ve ever left. 😓 1/2 ]

[Image 6 - Unknown User: 2/2 As an aging fujo/fudan, it makes me cringe. True Fu's enjoy injecting queerness into stories traditionally meant for hets. Always fiction, never real life. Girls gushing over actors' queer-flirting reeks of homophobia – they’re viewing them as romantic or sexual entertainment. That’s a shitty way to interact with gay people because it leads to homophobic crap like - hey kiss for us, hey be gay for us… Real fujo/fudan don’t do that shit because most of us are queer.]

#mastodon #fanthropology #fujoshi #fudanshi #kit connor #sebastian croft #heartstopper #billy walsh #parasocial behavior #homophobia #homophobic behavior #fandoms #queer actors

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Rolls-Royce sales hit record high with celebrities like 50 Cent making up a FIFTH of all buyers | Daily Mail Online

This article came out only a couple years ago and there are tons of sales back then and it was true during covid-19 and people are buying them and by times we made millions that's a lot for this car because they're hard to get their custom order and they were making them in a factory still took a long time because they have to use materials from certain suppliers. We have a whole bunch of things to say and one of them is make two ordered the room with one bed and was the guy who did it and her son had the solution and my two was mad and he had two solutions he said if you touch me I'm going to hang you off the balcony by that electrical extension cord you brought to try and track me because it'll give you strength and he was shocked he's never heard it instead of a mega mutant how do you think I survived and why Joe doesn't fight me he got all upset and said I'm going to shut up and in the middle of the night and woke up and you're watching him he went near and you went aap so you slept all day long cuz he needed to sit there watching now he tried a couple more times and dunked it up to do that again and it said I have to go to the bathroom if he didn't stay in there and he was quiet okay you knew what he meant he's going to knock him out I'm leaving the bathroom this car so the guy was paranoid anyways but he's trying to actually kidnap him he came back and he started complaining and is riding around with him and he had a son pay off the room by riding him around and he's like this dick who gets like one thing his breath stinks cuz he's sick and he's not smart he's a retard and her son said it is either another dummy one day you said we're all paid up and say good and he can't pay to the to get rides he said go get rides then and that was it the guy's a cheapskate so he sat there doing nothing. And her son says it too these guys in the field are walking up to the people with their arms down to their sides and just get shot inside fishing a barrel so we don't like him and we don't care for him or his idiots and like we said we give them a week or so maybe less and people are going through them just like they go through the others and they're also out there in the rings getting hit and they go after people here and they get hit not really that good at it they're better than Tommy Allen and better than Trump but not that good I've been trying to kidnap our son too and they're ridiculous and they're criminals and we want them out. So you're going to open a lawsuit on this guy for what he did and for trying to attack him and we're going to start opening lawsuits on people who are around here bothering him because he needs money and or them away from him and we're going to do it shortly. I'm sick and tired of hearing it did you Sue this one no how about this one no he wants lawsuits opened up and I'll try and get them all approved and see if they can approve some and just move on and see what happens we need to test it out and see what happens with it. We're going forwards and we are going to introduce certain lawsuits. And billy z he should be under criminal charges.

And a zigzag up top Thor Freya then vital and got his wife and back to me and zigzag and my wife Zag from zigzag yes. Now we have this Rolls-Royce it's an issue with Mike 2 and we're going to go to court with him because his business has been sitting for years and he was not producing them like madness 5 years ago at all five years ago and he's lying they have them in storage and the mass produced by Trump not him and Trump didn't do anything with it either and it's been abandoned for 5 years and it's ours so I'm going to go to court real Court over the company and the others won't because they're not really producing the same thing and we're producing the same vehicle no we went back to the ones before they're making them by hand we started production already over the Rolls-Royce and we want people to know it and we want shops to open up and sell them we want people to know that the McDonald's will be gone soon and since they're going to fight it and they're going to die trying and match himself will be gone soon and he knows it too you can see these idiots again we're going to publish we're almost out of battery and more to say we're going to finish them off rather than let them sit here and stink along with the other idiots and we mean you more lock

The others are also crap ass bastards but they get him some stuff like not much but enough to get by these people don't do anything and it must have been hell for them because it looks like they're trying to get more and they won't and it's really their loss but that's pretty that's pretty lame

Zig Zag

We get it part way and we're paying full price it doesn't make sense and we should do the job and help I don't see why not what's he going to do we afraid of him Camila no way the Rock

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Le Joyau le plus precieux - Candyfloss

Chapter V

-One two three, one two three... Come on, girls, rhythm!- Madame Louise urged her dancers to properly dance the new choreography, while Luke strummed on the piano and Cheyenne helped Amélie with her homework at a table in the hall of the Moulin Rouge. The little girl herself, at one point, exclaimed: -Ah, mommy! Do you remember my friend Billy, the boy who sells candy?- -Yes, I remember, my darling. Why?- -Later, shall we go to his shop? I know where it is!- She waved the business card under the nose of her mother. -The sooner you finish maths, the sooner we'll go, okay?- -Can I come too? I'd like to buy some chocolates for Joe- Luke inserted himself. -What is this, cousin, some kind of a month-iversary?- -I don't need an excuse to give my man a little present.- -Good point!- chirped Madame.

Mixing the ingredients of the toffee on a special machine, Billy went back and forth like a worker bee, humming a tune with his mouth closed. He didn't understand why, but he he had woken up very well that Monday. The door bell rang, and a little girl's voice called to him from upstairs: -Billy! Where are you?- Looking out of the trapdoor, the boy answered: -Who's looking for me?- Amélie went behind the counter and smiled: -Hello!- -Hey! What's up?- Cheyenne and Luke reached the little girl; Billy recognised the latter: -Hello!- He stepped out of the trapdoor and immediately looked around: -There's no Detective Dalton, is there?- -Oh no, don't worry; he's at the station at the moment.- -That's just as well; that man terrifies me...- He turned to the girl: -And she's your mother?- -Cheyenne Strokes- she introduced herself, -And we're here to get our fill of sweets; it's not only Amelie who has a sweet tooth, I confess!-

At that moment a short ringing alerted the boy that he had received a message on his mobile phone: -Ah, sorry, I always forget to put it on silent lately...- He checked the sender, taking the device from his jacket pocket. It was Jesse. Looking over the blond man's shoulder, Luke interjected: -Oh, so it's true!- -What?- -A certain Miss Jane told Joe that you had started dating Jesse James, or so he thought from the description she gave him.- Billy tilted his head in puzzlement: -We're not "dating", we're just hanging out together, and it just happened this Saturday.- -Billy has a boyfriend!- exclaimed Amélie all happy, placing some candies on the counter. -He's not my boyfriend!- huffed the boy blushing and crossing his arms, -We're... almost friends, that is.- -Well, answer him, it's not nice to keep friends waiting- said Cheyenne, -Me and Amélie meanwhile let's decide how to fill the shopping bag!- -And I'm looking for some dark chocolates with lemon for Joe, they're his favourite- Luke added. -Gift box?- -Would be nice.- -That top shelf. Get as many as you want and bring them to the counter, it'll take me five minutes to wrap them up.- Meanwhile, he opened the message: "Good morning to you, how are you today? I was planning to go to the cinema this Wednesday, and I would love it if you wanted to join me." This was followed by a smiley face. "He wrote me a poem!" chuckled Billy, typing back, "Morning, daddy! All good, and you? I'm in, just tell me at what time!" -Daddy?- Cheyenne, like her cousin, had taken to peering at the mobile phone screen. -Hey! That's private stuff!- On the other end, the actor winced slightly after reading the message: still that nickname. -Jesse, let's start with the rehearsal- a colleague called him, who moved a couple of chairs to prepare the scene. -One second.- He sent his reply and grabbed his script.

The weather proved to be decidedly unreliable that Wednesday. Clear weather was forecast for the whole week, but that very day it had been raining since lunchtime, and it didn't even seem to slow down. Without losing heart, however, Jesse had managed to arrive at the cinema that evening sheltered by a large black umbrella; he walked through the front door and looked around, but of Billy no trace. "How strange... Yet I'm right on time."

His mobile phone rang; when he saw the name on the screen he immediately answered: -Billy!- -Hey, Jesse, um... Look, I'm sorry, but... Are you at the cinema already?- -Yeah, but where are you?- -I had a little accident and I'm stuck. I don't know if I can get there in time.- -Accident? Are you okay?- -Yeah, it's nothing, just... Don't ask me how, but my umbrella broke, and I'm stuck under a porch.- -Wait there, I'll come to you.- -But no, it's pouring; I'll manage by myself...- -Tell me the exact spot.- He got out and opened the umbrella again. -Somewhere halfway to my house from the cinema...- The traffic on the street was very slow, and the pavements crowded despite the hour and the weather, so that Jesse had to jostle several times for space. He continued talking to the boy on the phone: -Are you in some alley?- -Yes, but I told you I'll manage...- -Don't move; I think... I see you!- Billy was actually standing under a small porch, soaked from head to toe and clutched in his arms. -Goodness; did you fall in a puddle?- -No...- The blond man sulked: -I told you, the umbrella broke...- He pointed with a nod of his head at the object abandoned in the corner. It was overturned, old and worn, and some of the sticks had broken. -We have to find a place for you to dry off, or you'll get sick.... That’s it, I'll take you home.- -And the cinema?- -It will be for another time.- He held out his hand and smiled: -Let's go. The umbrella is big enough for both of us.- Billy hesitated for a moment, but finally took the other's hand and joined him in the shelter. -We’ll be more comfortable like this.- The actor took him by the arm and pulled him close. The boy blushed, looking away, too cold, however, to say anything. -Get ready, there will be a fight to reach your residence.- -Okay...-

Returning to the main street, the two had to face the crowds going against the current until they reached the apartment building in three times as much time as when the path was clear. -Thanks, daddy.- Letting him go, the boy ran to open the door. -Can I come upstairs to dry my clothes, too?- That statement paralysed Billy: -No!- -No?- -I will not let you into my house! Who do you take me for?- The truth was that he didn't want Jesse to see all his mess, but he threw in a plausible but weak excuse: -Besides you're less wet than I am; you can go back to your place without any problems!- -Really?- With an indecipherable smile, the actor took a few steps to the right, where a broken gutter was making the rain flow with a roar, and leaving aside his umbrella Jesse with one last stride stepped right under the stream of water. Billy stood still and watched what the other was up to until he saw him make that senseless gesture, ran to grab him by the arm and pull him out from under the spout: -What the hell are you doing?!?- -I have weighed your words. Now I am so soaked with water that I am in danger of falling ill before be able to return to my house. Am I then worthy to climb into your nest now?- -Subtle bugger...- He let him go: -Okay, okay, you win. Come.-

Beyond the doorway stood a worn grey marble staircase with an iron railing with peeling white paint here and there. The footsteps of the two echoed with a noise like that of a sponge being wrung out. -Shall we take the lift?- Jesse asked. -It's broken. I'm on the first floor anyway.- The metal cabin actually had pinned a sheet of paper on the closed doors that had a faded inscription in French; it was hard to tell how long it had been there, but Jesse was sure the word in red marker was "out of order". Rummaging through his pockets, Billy reached for the keys to the door of the third flat on the floor: -Hey, for the record... I never get visitors. There's some stuff scattered around...- -All right.-

The boy slowly opened the door and switched on the light. Jesse took a general look: the flat consisted of one large room with a plain white door that he assumed led to the bathroom. A one and a half bed rested with its headboard against the ochre-yellow wall. There was no kitchen, and the only other visible furniture was a small white wooden cupboard and a small table of the same material with a surface filled with pizza boxes, fast-food paper cups and other packaging. An antiquated dark grey cubic TV set was abandoned in one corner, and here and there many clothes lay dishevelled, both on the floor and elsewhere.

-Well, there's my den...- mumbled Billy. -I'll be honest: it looks a lot like a dressing room at the end of a show; the chaos is at the same level.- The actor took off his scarf and coat: -I'd say I find it cozy.- -Ah... Well...- Inside, the blond felt relieved; he feared the other would be disgusted. A rumble of thunder resounded in the flat, and the light flickered for a few seconds before resetting. -When it rains the light comes and goes, I'm used to it by now- Billy hastened to explain, frantically gathering up some clothes, -Go to the bathroom, I'll... I'm looking for something for you that at least doesn't tight.- -All right.- Behind the white door was a bathroom with a floor of yellowish, cracked tiles in many places, covering the surface up to half of the walls. A narrow tub surmounted by a curtainless pipe made it a little difficult to reach the washbasin, while the toilet was given much more space. There were no hanging mirrors, only one of those round ones mounted on a revolving base revolving base resting in the corner of the basin. All in all it was a clean place; one could see that Billy cared. The latter knocked on the door: -I found you some stuff, I hope it's fine.- He opened the door a little and held out his clothes: -It's a T-shirt and sweatpants that have always been loose on me...- -They'll be more than fine, thank you.- -And some towels. I have to buy a new hairdryer, it's broken.-

Picking up the bundle of clothing, Jesse thanked him again before Billy suddenly closed the door. Unrolling the T-shirt, the actor froze for a moment: apart from the colour, an embarrassing candy pink, there was a print of an adorable Japanese-style hamburger with the words in "Eat me" underneath in English. Paired with the bright red cotton trousers, then, it could be called just what his costume designer called a "fashion disaster". "Oh, well... Nobody has to see me, after all." He removed the wet clothes, spreading them out neatly on the missing curtain tube, ran a towel over himself and his hair and changed, however hesitant about the shirt, which turned out to be a little short in relation to his torso, so that his navel remained in view. He pulled his trousers up as far as he could to compensate, but the elastic did not hold. He sighed and returned to the main room: Billy had his back to him; he had changed into a red shirt and a pair of olive-green track trousers, and was intent on munching something as he drying his hair. The empty food packets on the coffee table had mysteriously disappeared. -Are you hungry, daddy? I have some chips and popcorn left, as well as water; I must decide to do some some groceries...- -I have no appetite at the moment, and we've had enough water I'd say.- The boy chuckled, then turned to look at him and was stunned. -Uhm... Any problems?- The answer was an uncontrollable laugh.

Snuggled up on the sofa at Cheyenne's house, the storm raging outside, Joe and Luke were watching an adventure movie, enjoying the chocolates the former thief had bought from Billy. -I have to admit, the brat makes really good sweets!- said Dalton at one point. -Amélie almost had candy indigestion!- replied the landlady from the kitchen. answered the hostess from the kitchen. -He seems like a nice guy after all, Joe. Did you really lock him up all night?- -Yes... Maybe it was too much.- -I've seen you do worse.- -It was a time of great stress.- -And why?- The detective sneered: -I was chasing an elusive criminal.- Luke returned the expression: -Oh, so it's my fault you went after the poor guy.- Joe pulled himself up, coming face to face with his partner: -I was kind of taking my anger out on everyone, actually.- -I remember...- They exchanged a soft kiss; at that moment Cheyenne appeared from the kitchen, holding a bowl full of vegetables, and turning to the two of them, she commented both amused and touched: -Should I go eat my salad with the neighbours, so I'll leave you two alone?-

Since the TV was not working, Billy and Jesse played cards late into the night, munching on chips, each sitting at one end of the bed. The boy was angry: he hadn't won a hand since the beginning of the game, when the actor showed he had more points with his cards, winning another round, Billy became exasperated: -That's not fair! How do you do it?!?- A rumble of thunder underlined his outburst. -I don't know. I've always been told that I'm quite talented with cards; if I hadn't chosen a career as an actor I could have tread the boards as a magician.- -By the way: earlier, some papers with strange, hand-written phrases fell from your coat. They looked like lines. I left them to dry in that corner over there because the heating pipe runs there.- -Oh, yes. Thank you, those are actually notes for the next performance.- -What are you doing?- -A play, an original work by an up-and-coming young director. It's called "Wedding Parade".- -Curious.- -It takes place during the wedding reception of the main characters. With all the family members reunited, unresolved conflicts and old quarrels resurface.- -That sounds nice! What do you do?- -The father of the bride.- -I'd love to see you act, Jesse!- -Rehearsal's open, you can...- -No, I mean now. Would you like to?- -Uh... Okay. Just a second, I haven't quite memorised the lines yet.- He went to pick up the papers, still damp with rain, and tried to put them back in order. Billy, throwing the playing cards in the air, threw himself on his stomach on the bed, resting his elbows on the mattress and his face on his hands, looking at the actor. -Can I start with the monologue that opens the play?- -Go ahead, daddy!-

Clearing his throat, holding the page in one hand, Jesse started to recite a few words, but he froze and pulled the paper closer to his face, narrowing his eyes. -Are you okay?- -The text was slurred...- -How is that possible?- Billy stapled on his arms. -I usually use a stylographic pen to write notes. I'm afraid water and ink don't go very well together.- -And now?- -It's not serious. Every word is taken directly from the script; I won't have to do anything but copy them again.- He put the paper down on the low table. -Well... What about your dear Shakespeare? You know it by heart!- -Are you sure?- -Of course!- -Good. Any particular request?- -Nah, do as you wish.-

-Uhm...- Jesse put his fingertips together at mouth level, assuming a concentrated expression. After a few seconds, he began to recite: -"Oh, she teaches the torches how to shine. She seems to hang on the face of the night like a rich gem on the ear of an Ethiopian. But it is beauty of an immense value that none shall ever have, too precious for earth. Like a white dove in a long row of crows seems the maiden among her companions".-

Billy gradually widened his eyes, more and more enraptured by the other’s voice and interpretation.

-"I want to see her after this dance; how happy I would be if my rough hand brushed hers. Did my heart ever love before? Deny it, eyes: before this night I have never seen beauty.”- When the actor returned to look at the boy, he was pleasantly surprised at his enchanted expression: -Romeo and Juliet, act one, scene five. Well?- -Wow... Mind-blowing stuff...- -I'll take that as a compliment.-

A louder thunder rattled the window panes, followed by a flash of lightning, and interrupted the magic, quick as a mouse Billy hid under the covers of his bed in fright. Even Jesse jumped up: -A nasty storm, no doubt about it...- -I hate bad weather...- replied the other from his hiding place, -It's too messy and I can't sleep.- -Are you afraid?- -No. I told you, I'm a light sleeper.- He peeped out from under the covers: -It's a real nuisance.- -How do you usually get over it?- -I don't get over it. I just don't sleep.- -But... How do you do for work?- -Lots of coffee.- -You know that's unhealthy, right?- -I can take care of myself.- The light flickered conspicuously, but he managed to resist the new rumble of thunder that forced Billy to hide again. -Are you sure you are not afraid?- -Yes!!!- From the blond's hysterical tone, however, Jesse guessed that he was lying. So he walked over and went to sit on the bed: -Do you want me to... stay next to you until sleep prevails?- -Don't talk rubbish. I haven't shared a bed with anyone since I was two.- -How do you know?- -I just know.- He curled up, pulling the covers over him. -But of course you can stay.- -I should point out, however, that this is the only bed available, and that the two of us can't fit, unless I go down there with you in a more comfortable position.- Billy stuck his head out again, frowning: -What you tryin' for?- -I mean to sleep.- -...- The boy pulled back one flap of the blankets: -As long as you don't put your hand on my bottom, okay.- -I'm a gentleman, I wouldn't dare.- Jesse pulled up his legs and stepped in, extending a hand towards the other: -For tonight I'll be the pillow for your head.-

Turning red in the face for the umpteenth time, Billy looked at him evidently agitated. After an interminable handful of seconds, he decided to lie down in his turn, his head resting on the chest of the other, and clung on with one arm so as not to fall down even though the actor was holding him close. He prayed that the other did not feel how his heart was dancing the samba in his chest. -Billy?- -Uhm? -Maybe this isn't the right time, but... Remember when you mentioned you'd had some problems in the past?- -What do you mean?- -About your family.- The blond hid his face in the fabric of his shirt: -Why do you want to know?- -Because you looked so sad talking about it. And even when it comes to affection more generally you become gloomy or evasive all of a sudden; I'd just like to understand why.- -...I only ask you one thing.- -Of course.- -Don't look at me with pity. I hate that. Everyone I've ever met who knew always did it.- -Promise.-

Inhaling deeply, the boy began: -My parents and I lived in the east of Provence. I lost my father when I was about six years old, and for another two my mother did the impossible to raise me alone. We were very close. It was from her that I learnt to cook. Then one day my stepfather came along; he was smart and kind-hearted, he always treated me as if I were his own son. When I was fourteen, I lost them both in an accident. When I was left alone, I was put in the care of social services, and for four I went from one family to another, from one school to another... When I turned eighteen and graduated, I decided to come here to Paris to set up a business and support myself. That's how I met Madame Jane. She took me on as a helper and allowed me to stay there in the shop when I had not yet found a flat. I got down to business and earned enough in a short time to buy the cart. And the rest... here it is.- Jesse stood in religious silence listening. After a while Billy raised his head and saw him with a thoughtful expression on his face; he was probably processing the information. "Here comes pity, I can feel it..." -I can't even imagine the amount of courage and willpower you had to gather to face such adversity. Those who looked at you pityingly didn't understand anything.- -What?- -They were not dealing with a fragile lamb, but with a lion ready to fight.- He smiled turned to the other: -That's admirable. Anyone in your place would have chosen the wrong path. Be proud of you.- Billy's eyes grew moist. No one had ever said anything like that to him. Jesse saw the boy's sky-blue irises becoming more and more blurry as the tears increased. Billy threw himself down on the actor's chest with deep uncontrolled sobs, and the other merely sympathetically lay a hand on his head.

The next morning Billy woke up with a strange but pleasant smell in his nose. It was like one of those expensive colognes he smelled when he drove his cart past some perfumery. He opened slowly opened his eyes: the sun was pouring in through the windows; Jesse was snoring blissfully without making a noise beside him. The blond let himself go with a spontaneous smile as he recalled their chat, and murmured: -You're not bad at all, daddy...- It was when he heard his neighbour's alarm clock ring, dull as a bell, nine irritating times, that he woke up completely and sprang out of bed, running over the poor actor: -Damn damn damn!!! It's so late!!! I should already be at the shop!!!- -What time is it?- muttered the other, pulling himself up. -Nine o'clock, at least according to old Mules!- Billy took the uniform from the wardrobe, then darted into the small bathroom. After five seconds he came back out and threw Jesse his clothes left hanging to dry: -Change, I can't wait for you!- The actor, accustomed to changes between scenes in the theatre, took very little time to change back into his shoes, and so did the boy, who, tipping his hat on his head, exclaimed: -Come and help me, I must get the cart from the garage!- Rushing down the stairs, the two reached the outside; next to the main building was a garage shared with other apartment blocks where they could park their bicycles. -Let's take it out.- Together they put the vehicle on the street, and straddling the bike Billy was about to run: -Well, thanks and bye!- -Wait!- Jesse grabbed the handlebars to stop him. -I have to run to the shop!- -I know, but please listen to me, just for a moment. Last night you collapsed after we talked, and I didn't get a chance to...- -You've already said something important, as far as I'm concerned. And I admit, I'm impressed: you don't know how tired I was of hearing all the "poor thing" and "how sad". I think you are the first to have changed his tune.- He tried to free himself with a pedal stroke, but Jesse quickly grabbed him again grabbing him by the hips: -Let me finish, at least!- It was then that the boy unexpectedly turned his head, snapping a full kiss on the mouth of the other, who let him go in surprise; pushing himself up on tiptoe while keeping his balance on the bike he then exclaimed: -Let's talk about it some other time, daddy, I'm super late! Miss Jane will choke me if I don't bring her biscuits!- Jesse stood there and watched him run away. Instinctively he brought his fingertips to his lips and murmured: -Yes... Next time...- Billy, pedalling along at a good pace, watching out for the crossroads, couldn't wipe a huge grin from his face.

#lucky luke #joyau #joe dalton #modern au #fanfiction #spin off #candyfloss #billy the kid #jesse james #morris

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