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Swallowed In the Sea || Gabriella + Eric

After The Game Plan, Eric runs into Gabriella by the lake.

[TW: brief mentions of violence, kidnapping, murder, and The Order being The Order]

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ERIC By the time Eric had left from the Acheron’s (Tom’s side, really) to go prepare for for what tomorrow would bring, it was late enough that the shadows cast across the ground were long and slanted, taller than their successors. He had been looking down at his phone, telling Grim he was coming over to fill him in on everything that was going on— because by god there was so much to tell. It was exhausting to even think about, let alone relay to someone.

It was quiet as he passed by the lake, the water lapping up on the shore in hushed tones like it, too, was tense with what the past two days had brought this town. Eric paused, turning off his phone to shove back in his pocket, and walked closer until he was standing on the bank. The smell was so familiar now it was almost as comforting as that of the salty ocean— he needed to go back there one day. Maybe after all this was over, he would. See if Danny would still be willing to go sailing with him or go on one of those beach trips Grim, Max, and Eric would go on when they’d lived right next to one. It’d be a bit of a drive, but worth it surely.

He sat down, knees bent so he could rest his arms across them and his chin on the platform of them to watch the water, needing the moment. Of all the pain and heartache he felt right now for his cousin, all the anger and resentment he felt for those fucking piss ants— he just had to sit with it all, watching the stead back and forth of the water.

GABRIELLA: The trap was no longer in the lake and yet Gabriella still hesitated to swim in it. The memory of being inside that lightless box still fresh in her mind, kept that way due to nightmares that made her relive it. She didn’t want to be scared anymore, though, which was why she was at the lake. To show herself that there was nothing to be scared of anymore.

She knew she should have probably waited until nightfall, Aquata’s warnings not something she had taken lightly and knew very well she didn’t want to endanger the lives of any of her fellow merfolk by getting caught. But Candace wasn’t in the room and she had no other plans for the evening so she figured if she headed down there, she could wait until the sun had set and then get back home before it got too sus. As opposed to sneaking out in the middle of the night and coming back even later.

Only, when she got there, who else would she see sitting by the shore but one Eric Andersen.

His back was to her, seemingly not noticing her presence just yet, and it was giving her the chance to turn back.

Instead she walked forward and sat down beside him. She raised her eyebrows at him when he turned to look at her, as if to ask what he was doing there looking out onto the water like some sort of lighthouse keeper waiting for their ships to return safely to harbor.

Because, while at one point she had decided that she was going to hate him and ignore him should they ever cross paths, she had come to terms with the fact that she couldn’t just erase her feelings for him anymore. If they had gone unchanged by his confession, even after some time had passed for her to think it over countless time, then there was no point in fighting them. Bruce had seemed to have a better attitude toward him than Gabriella had, and he had all the more reason to dislike him. If he could learn, why not her?

ERIC He startled at the sound of footsteps approaching only to relax all over again when he turned to look and found Gabriella’s brown eyes staring back at him in that judgemental way of hers. He was a bit hesitant, unsure of what she meant by the expression she was giving him but he knew she must be wondering what he was doing there.

Why she cared was beyond him— after she and her friend had pulled the trap from the water he figured that would be the last time he ever saw her. Aside from in passing or from far away when she wouldn’t notice him but he would always notice her if they were in the same room together.

Eric sighed and turned his phone over, pressing it on and going to the notes app to give her a version of the story. (His cousin’s baby had been kidnapped and Eric was going to help find him.) He passed the phone over to her to read.

GABRIELLA: To say that had not been what she had been expecting was an understatement. Holy shit. Kidnapped? That was intense. She looked up, eyebrows creasing in concern, and typed back before handing the phone back over to him, No wonder you look so exhausted. I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?

There were a lot of other questions she wanted to ask, like if he knew who had taken the baby or if his cousin was okay or if they had gotten the police involved or… but she knew he had probably already been through that story a hundred times today. She didn’t want to make him relive it and this way, if he wanted to share that information, she had left it open for him to do so.

Gabriella glanced down to his arm, a fleeting thought of tucking hers around it and leaning her head against his shoulder came to mind before she shooed it off. No, he probably didn’t want anything like that coming from her of all people. She had no idea if he still felt the same way he had confessed to in that letter of his, the one tucked into her desk drawer underneath all the other random junk she threw in there. How could he? After the way she had reacted and all this time they had spent apart?

ERIC Reading her message made a corner of his mouth tug up— even when she hated him, she could still find it in herself to be compassionate, no hesitation necessary. It was one of the many things Eric liked about Gabriella, how she could put aside her anger in favor of something like this. So kind and caring that it was hard to grapple with that someone could be capable of such a thing.

He shook his head, No.

No, because there was genuinely nothing she could do to help. The plan had already been set into motion, Eric having called the Order up and been given an address and time to be in London the next morning. (Figures.)

No, because he didn’t want her involved with these people. They had already harmed her, their puppet strings on Henry had made their reach just far enough to threaten her life. There was already a baby’s life on the line, he didn’t want to mark it up with her’s, too.

“Thank you.” He had learned this sign, at the very least. (She had been the one to teach it to him.) Eric looked back out on the lake for a moment before going back to his phone.

The people who did this are the same people who taught me that people like you were nothing but monsters. It took me far too long to realize the exact opposite was the case.

GABRIELLA: She figured that was the answer she was going to get and nodded at his reply, having to bit the insides of her cheeks to keep from smiling at his sign language because now was so not the time to be thinking of the moment she had taught it to him, having to watch him curse at her before he finally got the placement right.

Then he started typing again and Gabriella waited for him to offer the phone to her again. Her eyes flickered over the screen, widening when they finally found him again because, again, holy shit! Who were these people? Taking kids from their parents? Teaching people these horrible things about Magicks? How to kill them? How did…?

Her heart sank, an anchor plopping below the surface and continuing down, down, down.

Quickly, she took his phone to ask, How old were you when you learned all of this?

ERIC He gave a shrug, corners of his mouth pulling down into a brief frown as he tried to remember.

I’ve no idea. I can’t remember a time when I wasn't being told these things.

In the short time he and his father’d had together, he had told Eric all of these things. Alongside stories of their ancestors who had protected the innocent lives who lived near water or were trying to find safe passage across the ocean. It had hooked him, ensuring that Eric would want to be just like the brave heroes in the story, too. That he would want to live up to the name of Andersen properly, not just tote it around like a medal that he hadn’t earned for himself.

Then he had died, leaving behind the legacy in the form of journals and books that those before had written. Outlining their findings, how best to trap and kill their prey. (Now they were just a pile of ashes.) The Order had taken over from there— working to make himself into a Squire and moving on up the hierarchy from that starting point.

I didn’t start training on how to do anything properly until I was 14 though. Then when you’re 16 you actually get out into the world to do things.

GABRIELLA: He had been a child when all of this began. Raised from the beginning to believe a lie by adults he had no doubt trusted at the time. It was hard for her to believe the man he loved so dearly and who was as polite as Mr. Grimsby had been would have done such a thing, but what did she know?

Nothing clearly. There were people in this world who trained children to become reckless killers! Who thought the best way to go about their problem was to hop in a boat and lure it to them. They had also kidnapped a baby, probably to do the same with them! Anger surged in her chest and she wanted to ask who they were so she could go tear them apart for hurting the boy next to her, and all the others that had suffered by the hands they had lied to into thinking they were doing the right thing.

And yet, here he was, sitting right next to her like they were…not enemies. He had helped to get the trap from the lake, he had tried to tell her that he had gotten away from them. The only way he’d been able to was by running away, pretending he was dead. She shut her eyes, having to let all of this process without anything new entering her system, even something so simple as the images of the world around her.

ERIC The look on Gabriella’s face had him regretting telling her all of this— but he had to admit it felt good to have her know the truth, to finally be able to just tell her everything without worrying. He should have been doing it from the beginning but he couldn’t turn back time. It was what it was and he had to live with the mistakes he’d made.

He had missed her though— so desperately, he was willing to take this scrap, even if it was just out of pity. Maybe he would mind if she was willing to give more but right now? It was nice to be able to simply be in the same vicinity with her without a harsh glare on her face directed his way, and it was nice to be able to tell someone all this who wasn’t involved with the Order at all.

It wasn’t fair to her, though. They weren’t even friends anymore.

Eric gave a sigh, cringing at himself before his thumbs quickly tapped at the keyboard. Sorry. I don’t mean to upset you. I know I don’t deserve your company, let alone to be burdening you with all of this.

GABRIELLA: She didn’t even get to the end of reading his message before she snatched his phone from his hand, shaking her head.

You were just a kid, she typed, thinking of his cousin’s poor baby out there in the clutches of these people who had done this. I would do anything for my family. They mean everything to me. So how can I hate you for believing in yours? They’re supposed to be the people who protect you and love you, not turn you into a murderer.

ERIC I let you believe I was someone I wasn’t just because I wanted to know if what they said about mermaids was true.

GABRIELLA: I’m not angry at you for that. I spent so long thinking that Mundus and nonmerfolk were all the same. That they all thought merfolk were monsters or game to be hunted and sold for our parts. When you stopped your friends from killing me and looked at me like I wasn’t scary, I thought you different. So when you lied to me that broke my heart. I was angry at myself for allowing that to happen.

ERIC It’s not your fault that I let you down.

GABRIELLA: That’s the thing, I still believe you’re good. I believe that you’re trying to change.

ERIC Unsure how to respond to that, he merely looked at her and nodded, thankful.

He didn’t know what that meant for them, but he appreciated her honesty. It made his chest feel warm where it had only been growing colder and colder with one lost after the next. It gave him hope— if Gabriella, a mermaid, could forgive him, a mermaid hunter, then maybe there was a chance all that was going wrong could be corrected. They would get Tom’s baby back, they would turn the Order inside out, and he could convince Henry to finally abandon them to the ashes as they all fell down, leaving everyone that mattered left standing.

Gabriella was willing to understand other people and their situation, even when she had every single right to not even bother. The Order had been the opposite— there was no understanding of others. There was only one truth, and that was theirs. Now Eric knew what a great big lie that had been to get them to fall into submission instead.

That’s what he would tell her, he decided.

I think I need to be more like you to do that.

GABRIELLA: She worried as he waited to reply, wondering where she had gone wrong, and was eager to read when he finally started typing once more. Gabriella gave a face of bemusement, glancing between his face and the screen as if to make sure that she had seen him type that and he was being completely serious.

More like her? What?

Why would you want to do that? she replied, quickly giving him back the phone and crossing her arms over her chest, suddenly feeling very self conscious. She wasn’t trying to change for the better. In fact, it felt like she was regressing into some scary internet troll who hated everything and found no joy in life. Outlandish with her actions, having been emboldened by the anger and sadness that had consumed her.

ERIC You’re a good person. You’ve saved my life. Twice.

GABRIELLA: I’m a mess, she replied, frustrated. Her lips pressed together and she gave a sharp breath from her nose. I think you’ve been holding onto the image of some fantasy from that first time around. I get angry, too. I’m not perfect at all. You should know that.

ERIC Eric’s brow furrowed a little— as if he didn’t already?

I do. I never said you were. I know you do, and I know you’re scared but try to pretend like you’re not. About your family and home, about your studies, your dance. I know you get overly defensive. That you get very frustrated when you’re late for anything, and that you think bubblegum is a suitable flavor for anything other than actual bubblegum. I know you’re not perfect, but that doesn’t make you any less kind and caring and someone I wish I was more like.

GABRIELLA: She tried not to watch him this time as he typed, and kept typing! It made her get nervous, both wanting and not wanting to know what he was explaining in the absolute wall of text his thumbs were laying out before them. Gabriella turned to look at the water and the forest across the way, the trees bending and swaying to the evening breeze.

Then he gave her the phone and she had to read it all. She blinked, looking up at him.

All this time she had believed him to think of her as his savior. As someone to be put upon a pedestal and thanked at any given moment for saving his life twice over, as if it wasn’t the right thing to do, as if she hadn’t been doing it partly for herself, for not wanting to think of herself as a murderer for sitting by idaly as a mundus drowned when she could have done something to stop it.

Turns out he had actually seen her as her. As Gabriella, just as she had always seen him as Eric.

Suddenly filled with affection and desire, a hand shot out to grab hold of the curls on the back of his neck and pull him toward her to press a kiss against his mouth.

ERIC Despite looking directly at her Eric had not seen that coming.

His eyebrows jumped up on his forehead as he was yanked forward, utterly unprepared for her lips on his, so much so that it probably made for a hard landing place rather than something that was supposed to be pleasant and soft. Confusion quickly turned into surprise which then melted away into Dear, god, yes.

He didn’t touch her (had to actively resist by letting the hand that had shot out to catch his weight dig his fingernails into the sandy dirt beneath and the other into his trousers) except for where she had initiated the contact— the kiss. Gabriella Marino was kissing him and he, after getting his wits together, was kissing her, too.

Eric couldn’t help what came over him, after all this time of waiting for her, of finding her, of getting to know her, of losing her all over again, only to now have her come back. He didn’t want to lose her ever again, not if she was willing to give him this, which he hadn’t even known was an option but was very on board with. He tilted his head to fix the angle, let her nose press into his cheek and deepen the kiss into something more, something he felt like he needed more than air at present.

GABRIELLA: It was supposed to be quick, especially after the initial feeling like she had just rammed her mouth into a wall, but after Eric responded with such gusto, she let it linger. Then went back for another and another before pulling away slowly. Her eyes opened, jumping back and forth between his own to survey his reaction.

That’s when she took notice of his hands, the way his body was angled away from her, like he was trying so hard not to crowd her or…make her feel trapped. It made her feel embarrassed considering she hadn’t even asked to do that! She had just reeled him in a planted one on him! Agh, had she misread this whole thing?

Surely, not, right? If he hadn’t wanted to kiss her then he wouldn’t have responded the way he had…right?

ERIC (Right!)

When she pulled away he couldn’t help the absolute goofy smile that formed across his face, eyes flicking down to her lips and back up again.

He saw the uncertainty there and wanted nothing more than to smash it to bits, making sure that it could never come back when it came to his feelings about her. If only it was a tangible object for him to get his hands on.

Eric shifted, turning his body toward her now and allowing himself to sit up without the use of his arm like a kickstand— he raised it, holding it close to her face but not quite touching. He raised his eyebrows at her, first asking for permission.

GABRIELLA: His smile and unspoken question made her break out into a silent giggle, her hand falling away from the nape of his neck to take hold of his and press it against her cheek. Yes, her answer was yes. It always had been, probably always would be when it came to the likes of him. With a smile like that, it was kind of hard for it not to be.

They stayed like that for a while, her thumb swiping back and forth across his hand, happy to sit there with him with this newfound understanding. It had taken a while to get there but it had been worth it. She knew it would be, all this time waiting for him had to have been.

The sun had long set, casting the world into the blueish tint that came with the night, when she finally grabbed his phone. It had locked, so she had him type in the password so that she could type, We should go, it’s getting late. Can I see you tomorrow?

ERIC Now, given permission, he felt like he no longer had to hold back watching her with a fond look in his eye. (He had barely kept from doing so before, but ever since he had confessed he had tried to not look at her at all to keep from doing so.) He reluctantly let her hand when she made him unlock his phone, knowing she’d need the both of hers to type.

He nodded enthusiastically— then paused and shook his head, holding out his hand for the phone so he could tell her why. I’ve got to go to London tomorrow. To help find the baby. But I’ll text you and when I’ll be back soon. I promise.

As soon as Tom had his son safe and sound, then Eric wouldn’t have the lingering worry simmering in his guy. Things were all falling into place, they just needed the one last piece to find its way back home. It did not seem fair that Eric could be this happy and miserable all at the same time, but so was the human condition.

GABRIELLA: You better.

Gabriella stood, not wanting to keep him any longer, and helped Eric get to his feet. She smiled and leaned forward to kiss the corner of his mouth simply because she could now, after all the times of staring at that spot and wondering what it would be like. She didn’t have to wonder anymore. Their hands were still connected, she gave his a squeeze before stepping back, letting their arms reach full length until their fingers slipped just out of reach.

She waved and then started walking off into the water. When she was deep enough, she transformed into her tail and stripped her clothes off, annoyed that they would be wet but willing to deal with it in favor of the other option. She wadded them into a ball and tossed them back up toward him before diving, flukes slapping down on the surface to push her down into the water and away from shore.

ERIC The father she got the more he wished to pull her back in but knew he had to go, too. Tomorrow would be a big day and the following ones would no doubt be even larger. Grim was waiting on him. (If the missed calls were anything to go by, he was getting rather impatient.) There was much to be done yet before he could settle down and have time to enjoy this.

They had waited this long— what was one more day?

He smiled as he watched her wade deeper into the water. Apart of him wanted to follow. He remained in his spot, watching as her ball of wet clothes landed in front of him with a fwump. Shaking his head he dripped down to pick it up and carry it a ways away from the water’s edge, hopefully they’d be a bit drier when she’d come out later. He glanced back just in time to see her tail slip beneath the water’s surface and smiled to himself, letting the image linger in his mind for a moment, before carrying on into the night towards Grim’s.

#swallowed in the sea #gabriella marino

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miheartsedthings · 3 months

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NEW NSFW Alphabet ~ Headcanon~ Billy Hargrove

Minors DNI

SO, I've taken the liberty of changing this up a bit. I've redesignated some of these letters because I think we've all seen the old ones so many times. Also, I think these changes could be more interesting for Billy in particular. Mind you not All of these are different, just some.

Enjoy

A- Aftercare (What is he like right after sex?)

Billy is attentive. He knows how rough he can be so after he's calmed down, he takes care to make sure you're okay. This can look like verbal check ins or bringing you water and towels. He'll make sure you're safe and comfortable.

B- Body Count

Billy gets around. He stopped counting after 30.

C- Cum

Billy likes it inside you. Rather that be your mouth or elsewhere, he likes the idea of the essence of himself being in you. On your chest is a close second.

D- Dirty Talk

Billy is big on dirty talk. He gets really into it and can't help telling you how good you feel and giving orders (stroke that c*ck, baby). He has no problem telling you what he plans to do to you.

E- Easy (Does he play hard to get?)

Billy is usually easy. The only exception is if you're desperate. Then, he'll tease you, making you beg and tell him how badly you want him.

F- Fight

Arguments with Billy don't typically turn into sex, believe it or not. When he's actually angry, Billy doesn't feel safe, and if he doesn't feel safe he's not getting aroused. He's much more likely to say something to embarrass you and then storm off.

G- "Good Girl"

Sex being one of the few times he can be openly affectionate, Billy showers you with praise. He's a big fan of telling you what you're good at, how nice you taste, how good you're doing. Etc.

He likes when you tell him how he's making you feel, and he LOVES to hear you say you're all his.

H- Hickey

YES, he loves giving you hickeys, all over your body but especially in places where people can see them. When you give him a hickey he wears it like a badge of honor. (Side note, this just gave me an idea for a story 😘)

I- Intimacy

Billy really enjoys intimacy and feeling loved by you, he just has trouble verbalizing it. He expresses love physically, he wants to touch and kiss and fondle you to show his affections. He's also slower to anger with you and will show up around you.

You know how cats pretend they don't care about you and then just "happen" to be in the same room as you all the time? Yeah, that's Billy. He just happens to show up to parties you're attending, even parties you're throwing that he wasn't invited to.

He crashed a wedding you attended because he heard you didn't have a plus one.

J- Jealous

Does it even need to be said? Billy will get jealous if your gaze lingers on a poster too long. He's a walking nightmare to any guy who looks your way. He's your scary dog privilege.

When he gets jealous there's a 50/50 chance that he's just as mad at you as the other person. Sometimes he views you as too innocent to notice other people lusting after you. At other times he accuses you of having a wandering eye.

It takes a long time to talk him out of his jealousy, but it always comes back to reminding him that he's good enough and you aren't going anywhere. After a jealous episode he's usually feeling vulnerable. Kisses help.

K- Kick (Something he's always kicking himself for)

Billy regrets the times you've seen him lose control of his anger. He wishes he could've been better when you met so you didn't have to see any of that and he could've avoided hurting you. Now that he's growing he just wishes he could've been a better man for you in the beginning.

L- Location

Billy is fond of car sex. He likes to get you in the backseat and put down a towel to protect the seats. He also likes to get you alone at a party with the music to cover the sounds.

M- Motivation

Billy gets turned on easily. He loves when you try to flirt with him, even if you're bad at it. If you're bad at it then he just teases you about your crumby game and watches you get flustered which he finds extremely cute.

He loves you in skirts and halter tops. He loves seeing you naked in his leather jacket. He'll pretty much f*ck you at the drop of a hat.

N- No

No scat, no golden showers, no sounding.

O- Oral

Billy is a big fan. BIG BIG fan of oral, both giving and receiving. In a way he's more proud of his skills with his tongue than with his stick. In a way it feels like more of an accomplishment to know how to use just your mouth and fingers to get someone off.

P- Position

His favorite position is cowgirl, believe it or not. (More on this later) A close second is having you flat on your stomach. He likes to have you like that with an arm around your neck, mostly because it quickly overwhelms you and he loves seeing you like that.

Q- Quickie

Billy is down for a quickie in theory. In practice he's more likely to just make you late to wherever you're supposed to be.

R- Risk

Billy likes a healthy level of risk. Like I mentioned he likes having sex at parties, but he'll also sneak into a bar or restaurant bathroom with you. Back row at a movie theater is a fun one.

S- Sloppy

Billy gets sloppy sometimes, maybe if he's drunk. He likes fingering you when you're really wet.

T- Time

Billy likes sex pretty much whenever, but his FAVORITE time is the middle of the night. If you find yourself up late with him you're going to get your cheeks clapped. This is also true if he wakes up in the middle of the night. And don't let there be a thunderstorm, Lord help you.

U- Unfair

Billy likes to tease you, fluster you, overwhelm you, make you say please, make you say exactly what you want before he gives it to you. Jerk.

V- Volume

Billy isn't shy about his sounds, he'll let you and the people next door know how he's feeling.

W- Weakness

When you ride him he falls to pieces, (see, told you we'd come back to it.) particularly when you get up on your feet and squat down on him. Combine that with a hand around his throat and he's done for.

X- Xenial (Is he hospitable?)

Billy wants you to feel safe and comfortable when you're with him. At first, he doesn't know how to go about it besides having stereotypical "girl" stuff around.

He also mistakes looking out for you and "keeping you safe" for being bossy. He'll try to tell you who to hang out with, how much to drink, and where to go because he wants to take care of you. Needless to say this causes problems.

At the end of the day, if you need anything all you have to do is ask.

Y- Yearning

Billy has a high sex drive, but it doesn't have to be penetration every time. He likes all kinds of sexual behavior and will thoroughly enjoy it every time.

Z- Zone

Billy wants above all else to just share space with you. It doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing, as long as you're safe and happy it's the perfect place for him.

Thanks for reading 😘

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things #billy hargrove smut #fanfic #sea swallow me #billy hargrove 18+#billy hargrove imagine #alphabet #headcanon

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