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Watching Bondi Rescue has made me learn two things:
Oceans are more dangerous and scary than they look
And
I can't swim half as well as I think I can
#bondi rescue#bondi lifeguards#bondi beach#these are the only lifeguards i am not scared of#does anyone still watch this show?#the ocean is scary
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Hear me out. Billy Hargrove falling for a gal with a toddler. This has been rolling around in my head for DAYS! Am I the only one that can see him just being completely wrapped around a 2-year-old little girl's finger? Or beating the shit out of a douchebag for insulting HIS family?!
Okay hear me out.
Billy doesn’t want to be a parent. As he starts healing from the abuse he’s suffered his whole life, he can’t stomach the possibility that he’ll turn out just like his father. He doesn’t LIKE kids, either, and besides Max and the little shits who run around at the pool and make his job harder, he doesn’t have any experience with them. He barely even got to be a kid himself, after his mom left, and he really doesn’t have any desire to ever have any.
But then he meets you one day, and he’s enamored. Maybe he runs into you at the store or something, and something about you just…clicks. So, naturally, he wants to take you out on a date, and you agree. He takes you out for dinner one night and everything is going so well, he doesn’t even try to Fuck you in the back of his car so he can get the intimacy he so desperately craves and then leave it at that. No, he takes you out on a second date, and a third…and at this point, he’s head over heels.
It’s also at this point that you decide this guy might be worth keeping around. You’re cautious, ever since your ex up and left, and at first, Billy seemed like he had the potential to be the same way. But he’s sticking by you and he isn’t even trying to overstep his bounds, reminding you more of a lost puppy than a sleazy dirtbag. So, you decide that he’s a keeper, and you tell him the truth:
You’ve got a kid.
At first, his eyes go wide. He’s surprised, because you don’t SEEM like a mom. You aren’t like Karen Wheeler or Susan. You’re his age, and you’re nice and you’re fun. It scares him a little, and you both think that he’s gonna run for it—until he pauses, and he asks himself WHY he’s scared. And he realizes that it’s because of himself, and his dad. And you don’t know anything about any of that, so how could he drag you into his own shit?
“I, uh, I gotta say…I don’t think I’m exactly father material,” he says, avoiding your gaze as he anxiously chews on a toothpick.
“Why?”
“Because…”
And suddenly he’s telling you everything. You, this person he only met a few weeks ago. And you’re not running, either, because you can see that he’s scared, but he’s trying to bounce back from everything life has thrown at him—and you don’t think he’s a danger. At all. You think he can break that cycle his father got so stuck in.
So, one hot summer day, you bring your daughter with you to the community pool, so Billy can meet her without the potential awkwardness of being stuck in your house.
He spots you immediately from his perch on the lifeguard chair, and he’s shocked at the way that he isn’t afraid of the interaction that he knows is coming. For some reason, his first instinct isn’t to run, but to yell for heather to come take his spot for a minute as he climbs down to meet you.
You’ve got your daughter on your hip, your tote bag over your other shoulder. You’ve got a wide hat that’s shielding both of you from the sun, and a swimsuit that’s a little too hot and trendy for a MOM to be wearing at the COMMUNITY POOL.
(Mrs. wheeler and the other mothers are watching you with judgmental eyes. When Billy walks up to you, their jaws drop. They can’t decide if they love seeing him kiss you because suddenly he looks like a family man, or if they hate it because it’s YOU)
You can tell he’s nervous as he says hi, both to you and to your daughter. She’s fascinated by the whistle hanging around his neck. He’s fascinated by the way that he isn’t terrified of holding her when you pick out a chair to hang out in and hand her off to him for a moment. When you glance back up at the two of them, you see that your daughter is grabbing at his curls, and he’s staring at her in absolute wonder, and you know that things are gonna go well.
And they do.
You and Billy get more serious. He moves in, and keeps you as far away from his dad as possible. Max is allowed over, though, because she’s a good (ish) babysitter. And Billy discovers that he’s kind of about this whole family life thing, after all. He keeps the Camaro, of course, because he’s not about to change his style and you’re not about to ask him to because it’s what you fell in love with in the first place, and the two of you are the coolest parents on the block. Your daughter sits outside as Billy works on his car. She grows up listening to Motley Crue and The Scorpions and everything else he likes. She never has to worry about bullies, because the other kids know who her dad is and they’re not about to incur his wrath. He never ever raises so much as a finger towards either of you, because he’s learned what love is and he’s learned to be gentle…but he’ll absolutely rock somebody’s shit if they make a snide comment about your little family.
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Until He's Bored
TW: NON-CON, NON-CON, NON-CON *** Flayed Billy, dark!Billy, Lifeguard Billy
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Summertime meant the local public pool was quite literally swimming with townsfolk. Normally, you'd be right along with them. Tanning and reading in a lounge chair next to the pool, but this Summer, you're looking to make a little extra money, so you apply to be a lifeguard.
"Can you swim?" The rude woman conducting the interview pops her bubblegum.
"Uh... Yeah? Why else would I-" your tone was as kind as you could keep it, you didn't want to be rude back, it was just a silly question.
"You're hired, you start tomorrow. at 4 PM." She tosses you a lanyard with a whistle at the end. "Get a red bathing suit. One piece." The woman walks away, ignoring the fact that you are wearing a red one-piece with shorts over it.
"Thanks!" You call to the woman, but she's long gone. You roll your eyes before heading back to your car. As you walk past the busy water, you feel someone's eyes burning into the back of your head. You turn around and spot a man in the life guard's chair. He's staring at you intently, bringing his whistle to his lips slowly. His half-lidded eyes travel up and down your body as you furrow your brow and walk a little faster.
"Fucking weirdo," you huff to yourself as you pull your seatbelt over your shoulder. You toss and turn in your bed for hours, excited about a new Summer Job. You become less excited when you remember the guy that was blatantly checking you out at the pool. Hopefully, he won't be the one training me, you think to yourself.
You arrive at 3:45 PM, eager to make a good first impression. It's a Monday, so there are drastically fewer people and lifeguards here.
"You're early," A voice echoes down the lockers where you're stuffing your belongings away for the day. You turn and see the man from yesterday walking toward you. You roll your eyes to which he raises his eyebrows. "Not too excited for your first day?"
"No, of course I am. Sorry." You force a smile, trying to dismiss his gawking as regular men behaviour.
"Billy," he smirks, sticking his hand out to shake yours. You take his hand firmly and give him your name in return. He starts guiding you around the area, explaining where everything is. You take in his information, thankful he's so knowledgeable. Over the next few hours, you start to enjoy his company. Maybe he's not that weird, he's certainly not ugly.
"What made you wanna be a lifeguard?" Billy asks, fighting with his whistle. You're both sitting at a small picnic table by the pool, the only swimmers that came today we're a mother and daughter and they're leaving as the two of you chat.
"I know how to swim and I need money," you quip. Billy laughs with his white, perfect teeth on display. The sun casts a gleam against his tan, sweaty chest. After a few more hours of chatting and routine pool cleaning, he leads you to show you how to lock up.
"Alright, now follow me," he says. His voice is different now. Deeper, more urgent. You notice, but chock it up to him being tired after such a slow day. He's walking fast and you lose him behind a corner.
"Billy?" You cup your hand around your mouth to amplify your voice as you call for him. No answer. You wander for almost an hour, wondering where he went. "Do I just... Leave? I don't-" you're cut off when he reappears behind you. "Holy shit, you scared me, man," you clutch your chest and laugh, your pulse races from the fear.
"Y/N," Billy stalks closer to you, slowly. You take a step back when you notice he's dripping sweat, almost causing a puddle in the floor beneath him.
"Billy, are you okay?" Your eyes are wide and you're shaking as you step back, but he only draws closer. In the blink of an eye, he has both of your arms pinned to your sides with just his hands. You can't budge even a centimeter, his strength was like something out of a superhero movie. At this distance, you could finally see the small, black veins rising in his skin. His face was dark and his eyes were hollow and looked like he was in pain.
A loud shriek escapes your lips, he looks like a monster. He picks you up like you're nothing and carries you to a nearby office. He throws you on the concrete ground roughly, knocking the wind from your lungs. Towering over you, he seethes through his teeth.
With a quick dragging of his arms across the office desk, he clears the top and grabs you by the front of your bathing suit, hoisting you up onto the desk, ripping it in the process. You scream and kick at him, but he's like a stone statue. He grabs the sides of your arms again and slams you down, hard. You struggle against him, blushing with embarrassment as he stares at your exposed breasts through the tears in your suit.
"Hold very still," he whispers. "It'll be over soon." He positions himself between your legs as they hang off the desk. A swift hand travels to his waistline, tugging his swimming shorts down and exposing his twitching erection that wasn't spared by the terrifying black veins.
"Stop! Please don't! Billy, please!" You twist and scream, but he effortlessly overpowers you. The sound of your pleas only makes him harder, his eyes threatening to roll back as he listens to your crying.
"Hold still or this is gonna hurt," another whisper flows from his lips before he reaches between your legs and pulls your bathing suit to the side. You sob loudly, begging him to release you, promising you won't tell anyone if he'll just let you go right now.
"Billy," you blurt between his rough, painful thrusts. "Please, it hurts. It fucking hu-" he cuts you off with a hard, burning slap to the face. You scream in pain, unable to stop your body from becoming wetter at the sensation.
"You must like getting slapped around." Billy's voice is cold and comes out in sharp huffs as he bucks into you. "You're begging me to stop, but you're so fucking wet."
"Please, it hurts," you whine, tears falling down your cheeks steadily. He laughs as he picks up his pace, the sharp breaths he inhales indicating he's nearing his climax. You squeeze your eyes shut, desperate for it all to be over.
"I'm sorry," he whispers against you, his voice sounding like his normal self. You open your eyes and see the veins are retreating. You feel a sense of relief as his skin returns to normal, but he doesn't stop fucking you.
"B-Billy, Billy stop," you beg, once again working up the strength to squirm under him. He's still much stronger than you, but not like before.
"I'm almost done," he huffs. You burst into tears again, begging and crying for mercy.
"I can't take it! Please!" Your back arches against your will and your legs start to shake sporadically. You finally orgasm, soaking his dick in your arousal as he continues to pump inside you.
"You're gonna take it." Billy thrusts as fast as he can before finally slamming in one last time. You feel his cock twitch and flex inside you as he finishes. He nearly collapses, falling on top of you on the desk. You're both covered in sweat, the only sound is the off-beat pattern of both of you breathing heavily.
After a few moments, your chest begins to heave with uncontrollable sobs. Billy raises himself on his hands, hovering over you. He scans your ripped bathing suit that now exposes your breasts. His eyes finally meet your crying face. He seems dissociated or confused. He climbs off of you and runs a hand through his hair.
"B-Billy..." You attempt to sit up, but you're too weak.
"I-I-" he starts. "I don't know what happened. I don't-" he sounds shocked.
"Please help me," you sob. He only laughs in return. He walks to the door to the office and locks it. "Billy?"
"I was gonna draw this out over a few weeks. Maybe follow you home a few times. For some reason, I just couldn't stop it." Billy makes his way back over to you. Your last drop of adrenaline kicks in and you try to get up and run away, but he quickly grabs your arm and yanks you back to the desk.
This time, he bends you over at the waist, pressing your head firmly against the wooden desk.
"Billy, stop! Please stop! Please, I can't take anymore, I won't tell anyone!" Your begs make his eyes roll back as he takes in a deep breath through his nose. You kick at him, desperate to spare yourself the inevitable pain and possible damage if he fucks you again.
"Keep begging, I love the way you whine." He gently rubs your clit before lining up at your pussy. You're dripping his cum and your arousal down your legs as he uses the head of his dick to play with your hole. "You're so wet, don't pretend you don't want it." He chuckles, knowing his cum is pouring out of you.
"Please... Please..." Your voice is weak and quiet now, you're finally giving up. He releases a long, satisfied sigh before slipping his cock past your folds. You sob quietly as he goes to town on you like he didn't just fill you with cum only moments before. Small, loud whimpers escape your lips as he smacks your ass repeatedly.
His moans sound like growls, like an animal tearing apart its prey. He's rough and merciless, fucking into you like a sex toy. You try one more time to fight, to get away, but he quickly and easily holds your arms behind your back, pinned with just one of his hands. The pit in your stomach builds up again and you know you're nearing another unwanted climax.
You sob out a moan and find your vision going blurry. Your eyelids flutter while your eyes roll back in your head. Billy laughs at you, watching himself fuck you out of consciousness. You finally pass out and he finishes inside you a second time.
"Fuck!" He yells as his dick flexes inside your tight walls. He slips out of you and stares at your unconscious, fucked out body. Your legs are shaking and your breath is still shallow sobs of pain and violation. Billy smiles, proud of his work. He takes a seat in the office chair, waiting for you to wake up.
About an hour passes and you finally open your eyes. You're facing the door. Relief washes over your body as you realize you survived the horror that just occurred in this room. You begin to raise yourself off your chest, your weak arms wobble under your weight.
Suddenly, you realize the door is still locked. Meaning... You turn your head the other way and see Billy smiling at you with his silver whistle pinned between his white teeth. He stands and makes his way toward you, hand on the bulge in his shorts.
"No!" You scream, but it's no use. He's just going to keep taking you until he's bored.
And he doesn't really ever get bored.
#tw: noncon#non con#billy hargrove non con#billy x reader#billy hargrove imagine#billy hargrove#billy hargrove smut#billy stranger things#dark!billy hargrove#dark!fanfiction#dark!fic#flayed billy#flayed billy hargrove#flayed billy smut#flayed billy hargrove smut
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Summer Paradise with Yuu (Chapter 1)
I swear you put the sun up in my sky, so hot it's like the middle of July
When you agreed to join your friends on a spontaneous summer vacation, you didn't expect to a) get pulled out of the ocean by some random guy who thinks you are drowning and b) that this guy is hotter than the summer sun.
Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female)
Genre: fluff, smut, Lifeguard AU but not really lol
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: 18+, smut in later chapters, falling into the ocean. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.
This will be a short summer series because Yuuji is my sexy summer boy, and I am obsessed with the idea of summer vacation with him! I'm trying to keep the chapters short!
Chapter 1: I swear you put the sun up in my sky, so hot it's like the middle of July
Chapter 2: All your kisses taste like Malibu
Chapter 3: Touch me like a summer night, you feel like a holiday
Chapter 4: Back to Summer Paradise with you
Chapter 1
Summer vacation with your two best friends on a beautiful island with a beach right out of a fantasy. It sounds like paradise. And so far, it has been that! But right now, the summer paradise is about to turn into summer hell because you are about to make a huge fool of yourself.
You squeal loudly as your Flip Flop catches on an uneven plank of the idyllic wooden pier you are currently strolling across, making you stumble and lose your balance. You reach out for something to steady you, but your fingertips only manage to graze your friend's elbow before your fate is sealed, and you tumble very ungracefully off the pier, right into the ocean.
Of course, something embarrassing like this has to happen to you!
Above anything else, you are angry at yourself. Who the fuck falls off a pier? And now everyone is pointing at you and probably laughing.
Your pretty sundress is soaked with salt water, and your brand new Flip Flops are lost somewhere in the ocean. Luckily your friend is holding your bag, so at least your phone and money didn't fall into the water.
It's only a little comfort, though, because the embarrassment is too big. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and you are filled with shame as you cough and spit out the water you swallowed.
Fear of drowning is the last thing on your mind. Because after all, you can swim and the ocean is calm and warm. The shore isn't far away either. But you feel nauseous at the thought of having to swim all the way there while all eyes are on you.
Oh god, there will probably be funny videos of you all over social media! You hate it! You want to hide away forever.
Just as you start your swim of shame towards the beach, you are startled by a loud splash behind you. And then something wraps around you and pulls you against a solid object.
Another squeal escapes your lips, this time a scared one. What is going on?
You struggle against the tight grip, trying panicky to get away from the thing. Are there any big fish here? Is something trying to pull you underwater?
"Shhh, it's ok! It's ok! I got you! Please stop struggling! You aren't drowning! I got you!"
What the fuck??
You blink rapidly, looking down, and suddenly you realize that the things wrapped around your body are arms. Strong arms! You can't see who they belong to, but they are muscular and hold you in an iron grip.
Oh no! Did you cause a lifeguard rescue mission? This is the last thing you want! Now there will be an even bigger commotion.
"Hey! Stop! I don't need help! I'm not drowning! I am fine!"
"It's ok! You are safe with me! I will bring you to the beach! I got you!"
Either he didn't hear you, or he doesn't believe you. You try to shake him off again but to no avail. The mysterious stranger is strong! And he is on a mission to "save" you. Before you can argue more, he has already started swimming towards the beach, dragging you along with him, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist.
You want the ocean to swallow you whole and never let you go again. On the hitlist of your most mortifying moments, this is probably in first place.
You lift your face to look up at the pier but regret it instantly. A little crowd has gathered by now, watching the "rescue mission". Some have their phones out and are recording it.
It feels like forever until you reach the sandy beach and the water gets shallow enough for you to stand. You try to put one foot in front of the other, but your savior is having none of it.
"Stop! You are too weak for that! I'll bring you to safety. Don't worry, please. I'll help you! Everything's gonna be ok, sweetie."
By now, you have resigned to your fate. It can't get any more embarrassing, right? And so you don't even put up a fight when your mysterious Baywatch guy lifts you up into his beefy arms and carries you bridal style towards the beach.
People are cheering and clapping upon seeing the hero carrying the poor damsel in distress, while you groan and hide your face in your hands.
Why is this happening to me?
You still have no idea who that guy is who pulled you out of the water. But now he has reached the shore and carefully lays you down on the warm sand.
The first thing you see is pink hair. It's plastered to a tan forehead which belongs to a handsome face with pretty honey-colored eyes that watch you worriedly.
Water droplets are dripping down the short pink hair and get caught in long black lashes before they fall down further and land on strong muscular thighs, which are kneeling next to your head.
You gulp hard.
Your personal Baywatch guy is hot! And fucking ripped! No wonder you stood no chance when you tried shaking him off. His bare torso is adorned with buff muscles, toned biceps, and big pecs. He looks so strong. All muscles and smooth tan skin.
You watch dazedly as small water rivulets run down his defined abs before they disappear in the elastic band of his red swim trunks.
His voice sounds worried when he addresses you while his big honey eyes scan you for any injuries.
"Are you ok? Do you hurt anywhere? Did you swallow a lot of water?"
You are too stunned to answer. Your mind is still trying to catch up with the whole situation. Falling into the ocean, embarrassing yourself, and getting pulled out of the water by this hot guy.
You want to tell him you are ok. You really do! But those muscles and the damn water droplets glistening on his skin are too distracting!
But your savior seems to take your stunned silence as an indication that you aren't ok at all. His pretty eyes widen in panic.
"Shit! Oh my god, I think you swallowed too much water! Fuck, fuck fuck! I have no idea how this works! But I won't let you die! Come here!"
Your mind is working too slowly. You just stare at your "savior" in confusion, trying to make sense of what is happening. What does he mean he has no idea what to do? You thought he was a lifeguard! Or isn't he? Did a random stranger jump into the water to rescue you?
And before you can do anything, your mysterious savior leans down. His large shadow falls over you, and the next thing you know, two strong hands are cupping your cheeks.
And then a warm mouth gets pressed onto yours.
Your eyes widen. What the fuck? You don't understand what is happening. Why would that guy kiss you so out of the blue?! Is he insane? Is he some pervert?
Your hands come up instinctively to push against his broad chest. But he doesn't even seem to notice and instead keeps fumbling around on your face with his hands while his mouth moves over yours.
You feel his hot breath on your lips. And that is when it dawns on you. This doesn't feel like a kiss... He is trying to blow air into your mouth!
Oh.
He is trying to give you CPR!
If your mouth wasn't covered, you'd burst into hysterical laughter. The whole situation is so fucking awkward. Your eyes are wide open, and you can see the legs of the crowd surrounding you and your mysterious lifeguard.
And just when you think things can't get any worse, you feel your savior's lips leave yours, and his fingers wander over your face and up to your nose. Apparently remembering that he should pinch your nose, but before he can do that, you react and do the only thing that comes to your mind: You turn your head and bite his finger.
"AAARGH!!"
Your savior is sitting back on his heels, shaking his hands and looking with big eyes at the finger you bit.
Finally, you find your voice, and it comes out as an enraged cry:
"Stop it already!! I wasn't drowning! I am fine! I told you I am ok!"
"What?"
Honey eyes meet yours, and Mr. wannabe lifeguard blinks at you in confusion.
You sigh and try again, calmer this time. After all, you know you shouldn't be angry at him. The only one to blame for this awkward mess is you and your inability to walk down a pier without tripping!
"I am fine. I wasn't in trouble. And I didn't swallow any water. I am just super embarrassed about the whole commotion this caused, and I would very much like to just disappear."
"Oh? So.. um... you weren't drowning?"
You shake your head,
"No, I wasn't."
"But I thought...oh crap! I am sorry!!"
Your personal lifeguard scratches his pink hair, blushing and making a sheepish expression. He looks really cute, if you are honest.
Suddenly you feel bad about snapping at him. He is a good guy! He literally jumped into the water to save your life. How was he supposed to know you didn't need help?
And so you force yourself to smile weakly at him.
"No, don't be sorry, please. It's nice that you wanted to help. Thank y..."
But you can't finish your sentence because at that moment, a girl appears behind your mysterious savior and grabs his shoulder.
"Itadori! What the fuck are you doing? Just because you're wearing red swimming trunks doesn't mean this is Baywatch or something! You're embarrassing all of us! Leave the poor girl alone!"
You blink up at your still blushing hero and a girl with ginger hair and indignant brown eyes, who is leaning over your savior's shoulder to gaze curiously down at you.
"Hey, are you ok? I apologize for this idiot! He is a bit dumb but means well."
The only thing you manage to do is nod as you watch in stunned silence as the rather petite girl pulls the wannabe lifeguard called Itadori to his feet. He towers over her, tall and muscular, but the girl is unrelentingly tugging on his arm and cussing at him while his honey gaze meets yours again, and he smiles apologetically.
"I'm so sorry for this mess!"
"Shut up! You're just making it worse! Now get back with us!"
Your gaze wanders from him to the girl and back again, but before you can say anything, the girl already drags Itadori along. He holds up a hand in an awkward little wave, grinning sheepishly at you,
"Sorry again! Enjoy your stay at the beach!"
You weakly lift a hand as you watch him stumble after the girl and hear them both bickering.
"Oi Kugusaki let go of me! I was just trying to help!"
"You are so fucking dumb! Can't take you anywhere!!"
You sit up slowly, staring dumbfounded after the pair. Your drenched sundress clings uncomfortably to your body, and you are sure you look absolutely horrible. But your gaze is still glued to the muscular figure of your savior, and you catch yourself thinking that his smile was really pretty. As bright as the sun somehow.
Luckily the crowd around you gradually dissolves, saving you from further embarrassment. But you still sigh miserably as you think about having to walk all the way back to the pier and search for your friends.
That's when you see two familiar figures run towards you. Apparently, your friends already found you. They are both out of breath, panting heavily as they bombard you with worried questions.
"(Y/n), are you ok? How did this happen? Is everything fine again?"
"What was that guy doing? Who is he? Are you ok?"
You blink up at them, and suddenly the whole story seems so stupid that you can't help but snort with laughter. You take your friends' offered hands and let them pull you to your feet, where you try to smooth down your ruined dress and finally manage to get out:
"Yeah, I'm ok. As ok as I can be after tripping and falling into the ocean in front of everyone and getting pulled out of the water by a stranger who decided to play lifeguard because he thought I was drowning! And everyone was watching and filming it! I have never been so embarrassed in my whole life! I will never be able to show my face again on this beach! But yes, physically, I am fine!"
More laughter erupts from your mouth as you gesture down the beach towards where Itadori is walking.
Your friends both turn to stare after your "savior," who is still getting dragged along by the ginger-haired girl, bright red swimming trunks and pastel pink hair clearly visible across the sandy beach.
There are two types of people in this world, and so when your friends both start talking at the same time, one of them says compassionately:
"Well, that's super embarrassing. I'm sorry this happened to you!"
While the other one whistles lowly under her breath and announces in an amused tone:
"Ooooh, Mr. "I jump into the ocean to save random girls" has a cute ass and a nice broad back! You are so lucky!"
Itadori chooses that moment to look over his shoulder back at where you are standing. When he sees you looking at him, he lifts a tan hand to wave at you and smile that bright sunshine smile once again. Even from a distance, he looks dazzling. And the movement of his arm makes his toned biceps flex beautifully.
He might not be a real lifeguard, but he sure as hell has the body of one of those Baywatch guys you saw on tv.
Your friends grab your arms at the same time and dig their nails into them. The one who was already gushing over Itadori adds in an excited whisper:
"Damn! And his face is really nice too! And those arms! He is fine as fuck! He could pull me out of the water every day!"
You don't know why you do it, but before you can stop yourself, you mutter:
"He gave me mouth to mouth."
There's a stunned silence for a moment, and then both of your friends turn to you simultaneously and scream.
"Oh my god, he did what? He kissed you?! Hot Baywatch guy kissed you? This is the stuff romantic movies are made of! You are living the dream, girl!"
"We must find him again so you can go on a date with him! Oh my god, this is so exciting! He's gonna be your summer romance!"
You hide your face in your hands. Ok, maybe there is only one type of person among your friends, and it's the crazy type!
Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this little summer romance with sunshine boy and wannabe lifeguard Yuuji ;) I am losing my mind about him A LOT!! And I hope you find him sexy too! If I wanted someone to pull me out of the ocean, Yuuji would be my first choice.
Please let me know what you think about "lifeguard" Yuuji! Comments and reblogs make me happy!
Chapter 2
#yuuji x reader#yuuji fluff#itadori x reader#itadori fluff#jjk x reader#yuuji x you#yuji fluff#yuji x reader
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Fool for You (Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader) (Part 3)
Summary: After what could only be called a minor disaster at your house with Billy storming off, you were left wondering if the situation was salvageable. Turns out you didn't have to worry.
Warnings/tags: flirty reader, confident reader, dating, billy is slowly turning into a mushy bf, have some steamy making out as a treat ;)
Wordcount: ~2,9k
A/N: Mooore! Mooore Billy because you asked for it and I also asked for it. Sorry bout the delay, got hit with big sad and wanted to be in a good mood when I wrote (am fine now, Billy content has cured me)
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
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It had been a long and frustrating week. You'd had to deal with demanding parents and shitty kids almost every day, you'd sprained your wrist Wednesday afternoon when you kept a kid from cracking their skull open on the concrete, and Billy had barely spoken two words to you throughout the entire week.
Needless to say, you were in a bad mood when you got off work on Friday afternoon. It didn't help that you'd barely had a moment to yourself and had been on your feet all day.
That's why you thought that you deserved a dip before you went home. Adam was going to show up later that night and clean the pool, so you had almost an hour to hang around. You put your things aside and climbed into the cool water with a sigh.
You pushed off the ladder and floated out on your back, staring up at the darkening sky and the handful of clouds soaring above you. It was a perfect summer night. Just a slight breeze, not too warm, and no pesky bugs. It was easy to wind down and relax once you got into the water.
For a while, you stayed still and floating, enjoying feeling weightless and listening to the soothing sounds of the water pump and the slight splashing of water. You let your eyes fall shut as you let out another - more relaxed - sigh. Working at the pool did have its perks after all...
Your eyes opened when you sensed movement in the water, but before you had time to react properly a pair of arms scooped you up. You yelped and flailed your arms around when Billy picked you up and held you against his chest.
"I'm pretty sure there's a rule against swimming after hours," he said. He didn't sound mad, and the smile on his face was unusually soft and playful.
"You scared the hell out of me," you said. Your arms were around his neck, although you were still partially floating, and his arms kept you pressed tightly against him. "A warning would have been nice."
"I called out to you. You didn't respond. I just did my lifeguarding duties," Billy said.
You looked at him for a long moment. He had barely spoken to you for the past few days and now he decided to get in the pool with you. "Well... I'm glad you're here, actually," you said truthfully.
His expression was hard to read. "Yeah, I'm glad I caught you actually," he mumbled and averted his gaze. "I'm sorry about Friday. I wasn't expecting all that. Guess I chickened out."
"There's nothing to apologize for," you said.
Billy had clearly not expected that, just as you had not expected an apology. "Are you free tomorrow night?" He asked.
"For you? Of course," you said. “What do you have in mind?”
“Date me,” he said.
“You could at least ask,” you said with a smile.
He rolled his eyes. “Will you go on a date with me?”
"Only because you asked so nicely," you said. You were wary about being too dismissive of him. He'd gotten up and ran the last time you'd talked, and it still hurt a little bit.
But Billy seemed to harbor no ill feelings. He smirked at you. "I can be nice when I want to," he said. "Problem is it's hard to find people I want to be nice to."
"Am I one of them?" You asked.
His smirk turned affectionate. "It just happens that you are," he murmured. "So what about it? What is it people do for dates? Go to the movies? Make out in the doorway?"
"I'm down for that. Maybe I'll even... what was it you called it... put something pretty on for you."
"Just another reason to take you out," he said. He adjusted his grip, dropping one of your legs and sliding his other hand from our back to grab it again. "Have I told you that you look good in this?" His fingers teased at the hem of your swimsuit - where your hip met your leg.
You took the hint and wrapped your legs around him, putting your hands on his shoulders, it was easy to float around in the pool, and the water was a cool contrast to his warm skin. "I've come to like it," you admitted.
"I think it fits you perfectly." He hitched you up a little higher. "Makes me mad when people look too long."
You chuckled. "Yet you prance around looking like this?" You gave his broad chest a pointed look before glancing at his face to gauge his reaction.
"It would be a shame to cover it," Billy said.
Unfortunately, you could only agree. You couldn't help but pout at the fact that you had to share. You certainly weren't the jealous type. But...
"Don't like sharing, baby?"
A shiver ran down your spine and you felt something stir within you. You shifted awkwardly. As quick as you were sometimes, your head was too full of fluff to come up with a witty comeback. "I... uh..."
"What's got your tongue all in a knot?" Billy murmured. His smirk was back and you could swear that you'd never seen anyone look so pleased with themselves. "Need me to sort it out?"
"Maybe," you said.
"Really?" He clearly hadn't anticipated your sudden shyness, and the meek 'maybe' had obviously thrown him off.
"Are you going to kiss me or not?" You asked.
He grinned. “I thought girls didn’t kiss before at least the second date,” he pointed out. “Isn’t there some unwritten rule?”
You leaned closer. “I don’t much care for those rules,” you said.
“Whatever you say, baby,” he murmured. He leaned closer to and your eyes fluttered close in anticipation.
“Ahem.”
You and Billy both looked up only to see Adam standing at the edge of the pool with his hands on his hips. Billy offered him a sheepish smile. “What’s up, buddy? You’re early today.”
Adam sighed. “I thought I’d get the cleaning done early today. I sure hope this isn’t what you two do at the end of all of your shifts. I don’t want to know what I pull out of that filter, and this,” he gestured at you and Billy, “is knowing.”
“Come on, Adam,” you said. “We were just fooling around. Aren’t we your favorite coworkers?”
“Right?” Billy added. But when Adam didn’t budge, he gave a long sigh. “Fine,” he said and adjusted his grip on you, tossing you up to throw you over his shoulder. You yelped in protest and reached for something to grab. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get out of here.”
Adam ushered you out of the pool and you hurriedly went to change into your normal jeans and t-shirt. Billy waited for you by his car, leaning against it while he smoked. The grin he wore made it obvious that the two of you were more than okay.
“Let’s get you home, babygirl. I wanna see you all dolled up tomorrow.”
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There was something special about seeing him in a loose-fitted shirt - tastefully unbuttoned - and tight pants. You'd grown so used to seeing him in his red swim trunks that you were almost shocked to see him stroll into the theatre looking like a movie star right off one of the posters.
He turned heads at the pool, as he always had, but people had to do double takes just to make sure that it was really the Billy Hargrove sauntering up to you.
"Hey," he said cooly and looked you up and down. "Looking good."
"Likewise," you said, taking a moment to appreciate him in a sexy red shirt - accessorized with a chain around his neck to bring attention to his muscular chest. "I'm a little surprised. For a moment I thought I was being stood up."
Billy shrugged. "Hair wasn't going to fix itself," he said nonchalantly. "And maybe I was having cold feet."
You smiled at him. "I'm glad you changed your mind, and I love the hair."
He smirked at you before he nodded over to the ticket booth. "Are we doing this or what?"
You got tickets to the next screening, stocked up with the appropriate snacks, and went to find your seats. Although he claimed it was his first outing like this, he was surprisingly smooth about it. You were almost afraid to ask, but he noticed your quizzical look by himself.
"I'm making an effort," he said. "Just take it, Y/N."
You chuckled when you sat down, holding the popcorn in your lap. "Alright. You just... You are full of surprises. This is a proper date. I'm feeling a little flustered."
"You'll be feeling all kinds of things later," he mumbled when he sat down next to you. His usual comment somehow made the entire thing even better. At least he wasn't forcing this entire night to be something he wasn't.
"I can't wait," you whispered back as the lights dimmed.
Billy flashed you a final wink before he turned to look at the large screen.
Throughout the intro of the movie - which you’d already forgotten the name of - you snuck glances over at your date, who seemed to make a semi-serious effort to keep his attention on the screen. His mouth twisted into a sly smirk when he glanced over at you and
The night went from a normal movie date to a friendly competition of who could employ the most seduction tactics.
Barely ten minutes into the movie, Billy employed the age-old tactic of faking a yawn to drape his arm around you. You weren't going to let that slide, though, making sure to grab for popcorn every time he did just to slide your fingers over his.
It was a fun but frustrating hour and a half. You don't think that either of you got much out of the movie and its plot. By the time the final climax of the movie was playing out, you and Billy were tangled up in one another, arms around each other as you tried to make the other tick.
When the lights finally began to dim back on, he grinned at you. "Is that all you've got?" he asked.
"I'm just getting started," you said.
Billy's grin grew wider as he slowly untangled himself from you and got up, offering his hand to you. "Let's get this show on the road."
The two of you decided to go on a walk. Neither of you was ready to go home just yet, and it was hard to be as close as you wanted while one of you was driving. The weather was pleasant and not too warm, and since it was summer it was still somewhat bright out.
“So how’s this dating thing treating you?” You asked playfully when you veered off the street onto a smaller path. “Is it as bad as you’d feared?”
Billy snorted. Taking the cigarette from between his lips and flicking a small pilar of ash off before replacing it. “I’ve been on dates before, you know,” he said. “They’re fine, I guess. More fun when the girl isn’t some prude.” He grinned at you.
You gently slapped him on the arm. “What’s wrong with being a prude?” You asked. “And I can’t help that I’m a bit… handsy.”
“Handsy, huh?” Billy asked slyly. He looked down the path and took a few short drags on his cigarette.
You liked him like that. Quiet but not distant. He’d made it more than obvious that he listened - and remembered - the things that you talked about. Which made you wonder what else he remembered. “Listen,” you said, squeezing Billy’s hand.
He looked down at you, trying not to exhale a cloud of smoke at you. “I’m listening,” he said, turning and giving a slow exhale. His adam’s apple bobbed when he took another drag.
“You said you like honesty, yeah? How about we share some right now?” You suggested, dragging him over to the nearest bench.
You sat down and Billy slid into the seat next to you. "Tell me about when we first met," you said. "What did you think about me?"
Billy snorted. Getting him to open up - especially about feelings - wasn't easy, but you were determined to get him to share his thoughts with you. He put his arm around you to buy time, but you weren’t having it.
"Well?"
"Ladies first." He said and cleared his throat.
"No, you go first," you said, leaning further back on the bench, watching him as he smirked lazily at you. "And it better be true," you added with a grin.
Billy sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine," he relented when his gaze fell back onto you. "When I first saw you, I saw a plain Jane. Little did I know, I'd have my metaphorical butt kicked by your confidence." He reached out and poked you on the nose. "Nice butt, too."
Chuckling, you tilted your head to the side. "You really thought I was plain?"
"You told me to be honest," he said with a shrug. "Now you go."
You pouted your lips. "When I first saw you, I saw a Californian dream," you confessed. "And the moment you opened your mouth, you crushed that dream into tiny pieces."
"Hey!"
"You said it yourself," you laughed. "You're an asshole."
"You're still here, aren't you?" He moved the arm he had around you back and forth. "A man can change. Or pretend to."
It was your turn to roll your eyes. He had changed considerably since you met him, but not his ways. He was still cocky and rude at times, but he was much more honest and seemed to think a little bit before speaking.
"I like you as you are," you confessed in a moment of mushy weakness. "I don't like having to tiptoe around a guy. I like being honest, and myself."
Billy smiled softly at you. "I like it when you're being yourself," he murmured and ran his hand over your cheek.
You looked at one another, admiring the affection and admiration in each other's eyes. Your gaze briefly darted down to his plush lips. "What was that you said about kisses on dates?"
"Yeah..." he breathed. "I don't think I can wait until the second date to kiss you."
"Me neither," you said, leaning closer to close the distance between you.
Your lips met and the slight tingle of static that sparked on your lips wasn’t nearly enough to dissuade any of you to pull back. Billy’s tongue tasted like the sugary drinks he’d had at the movies, and the warmth of his breath on your skin made your head spin.
Billy gave a slight sigh when you ran your tongue over his bottom lip, flicking it playfully before sucking it into your mouth. One of his hands found its way around your throat, his fingers gently squeezing the back of your neck as he pressed you closer.
You eagerly scooted closer, nearly planting yourself in his lap as the already steamy makeout session turned even hotter.
A light moan left you when his other hand ran up your thigh, gripping the supple flesh as if he was afraid he’d drop you. Two could play that game, was all you could think, reaching and taking a firm grip of the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer and making sure that there was no space between the two of you as your lips moved as if synchronized.
There was a familiar warmth growing in the pit of your stomach, radiating downwards as your heart beat faster and your breath became more labored. Part of you was embarrassed that you’d gotten so worked up, and another part of you wanted more.
Just as you were about to say something undoubtedly horny and probably desperate, the sound of footsteps sounded behind you and a loud click made you flinch.
The light was blinding, and you and Billy both squinted to protect your eyes from the unwelcome sting. "Alright, lovebirds. Break it up. This is a public space."
Billy snorted as he shielded his eyes from the light of the flashlight, looking over at the police officer standing a few yards away. "Aw, come on, Phil," he said, feigning innocence. "We were just chatting."
"Yes, you talk so well with your tongue down her throat," the officer said. "Get a room, or do I need to call your parents?"
You couldn't help but giggle as Billy tried to talk the two of you out of trouble. Billy had a way with words, that was undeniable and it was fun to see him try and charm his way out of the officer's ire.
"Let's get going, Billy," you said. "Privacy does sound kind of nice."
Both Billy and officer Callahan turned and looked at you. "Is does?" they said in unison.
"I mean..." Phil cleared his throat, suddenly looking flustered. "You two run along. I don't want to catch the two of you sucking face anywhere else tonight."
"Sure you don't," you murmured with a smirk, which only seemed to make him even more flustered. You turned and looked at Billy as you got up. "Shall we?"
"Hell yes," he said, taking your hand and hopping up from the bench. "Good night, Phil."
Phil didn't reply and instead hurried off muttering something about teenagers and decency under his breath. Soon the light from his flashlight faded into the night.
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get to know me meme
thank you @phantomato! 💖
do you make your bed? no, my partner and i get up at vastly different times and use different blankets due to reasons, plus i'd rather use my energy on other things. i make it when i'm planning for other people to come over and think it's likely they'll see the bed.
what's your favourite number? 7
what is your job? editor
If you could go back to school would you? not right now, check again in 5 years
can you parallel park? i did once for my driver's test and i think if i ever had to do it again i might die
a job you had that would surprise people? idk, lifeguard? i feel like most of my jobs have been very mundane, but i guess yoinking kids who can't swim properly out of pools is not something everyone's done
do you think aliens are real? i don't think we've actually seen enough of the universe for me to concretely answer this. as they are in media? no, probably not.
can you drive a manual car? no
what's your guilty pleasure? curling up under blankets and doing nothing except read in bed all day when i know i should be doing other things. i had to think hard about things i actually feel guilty about 😂
tattoos? nope! i am scared of needles and i'm not gonna pay someone to poke me if it's not for my health
favourite colour? i don't really have many strong preferences oops
favourite type of music? probably electronic? i listen to just about everything though
do you like puzzles? love them! i used to do jigsaws with my dad and professor layton was one of my fave game series growing up
any phobias? the aforementioned needles, but that's the only one that really hits "i'm going to have a panic attack in proximity of this thing" levels of fear for me
favourite childhood sport? ice skating
do you talk to yourself? usually as a self-soothing thing, if i'm really stressed out or otherwise completing difficult time-sensitive tasks you might hear me saying "we're okay, we're alright" to myself bc like 80% of the time i don't notice i'm doing it.
what movie(s) do you adore? chicken run, UHF, nimona, dnd honor among thieves, others i definitely can't remember rn
coffee or tea? tea if i must, but i'm very picky about them. i generally prefer just water, even if it's hot
first thing you wanted to be growing up? an author <3
tagging @kkoraki, @octakiseronliker, @theflirtmeister, @ilovelunatics, @neverhornyoneighth, @br-disaster, @monroeknoxwrites and anyone else who wants to!
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I need more of Billy being bitchy about shitty weed in Indiana 🤣🤣 I can just see it so clearly
Me too bestie lmaooo
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Billy is a picky person when it comes to weed. He wants the best shit available, so when he goes to Hawkin's resident dealer who actually sells drugs, that's exactly what he tells- demands- from a slightly scared but shamelessly horny Eddie Munson.
"Easy, Blondie. I only offer the good stuff, and quite frankly, I am wounded by-"
"How much do I owe you?" Billy interjects impatiently, leafing through his wallet. His stint as a lifeguard better be enough to cover Human Scaredy Squirrel's fee. The guy moves around too much for his liking.
"It's... on the house," Munson replies, smirking.
"Bullshit." Billy slaps two ten dollar bills on the picnic table (just so Munson won't think to give him low quality crap) and the brunette passes him a joint. Billy raises his eyebrows, scoffing. "That's it?"
"Consider it a taste test," Munson says, licking his thin, pale lips.
Billy accepts the joint, and lights it up. The stench is... disgusting, but he still proceeds to smoke it. He immediately gags, throwing it on the ground and stomping on it. "You call this the good stuff? Smells like cow shit and tastes like toilet water. God, why does everything here SUCK?"
"How do you know what toilet water tastes like?"
"Munson... you have three seconds."
Eddie stumbles off the bench in his haste to make a quick exit, shoving his stash into his pockets. He leaves a bag of weed on top of Billy's money, and the moron actually yells, "See you at school, Blondie!" as he runs away.
Strange. Very strange.
#billy hargrove#e.munson#mungrove stuff#well slightly#but close enough lol#eddie would beat billy up- no#youre so wrong youre talking out of your ass#red writes#my writing#the inspo is flowing rn
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WAIT YOU HAVE A MER JOSEPH AU LOL
Have you written any of it yet?
Yeah! I have! I'll put what I have so far under the cut, but beware! It's unedited and terribly put together! And I also don't know much about lifeguards and am using google so bear with me! (The ~ means I skipped and haven't finished writing that section, I'll finish writing this someday! Maybe! Hopefully...)
It was a normal day for Caesar. A chill one, at that. Since it was winter, there were not many families out on the beach during Caesar's lifeguard shift. Suzi was next to him, keeping a look out on the waves. Seagulls cawed in the sky, their normal bickering as they swept up seafood with their bills.
In all honesty, Caesar could fall asleep right there. It wasn't like there was anyone at the beach.
The caws of the gulls suddenly turned into violent screeches. It was then followed by the shouts of angry men, approaching from far away. That was enough to get Caesar to jump off of the pole he was leaning on. He turned to Suzi, who turned to him. That wasn't good.
Hastily, the duo dashed down towards the water's edge. There, they saw the shapes of boats on the horizon. Huge, menacing shapes, like sharks across the sea.
And they were chasing something. Something with a tail, a shining, green tail. Possibly of a huge fish, or even dolphin. A rare one, at that. It wasn't everybody you saw a green tail of dolphin size.
"Poachers," Caesar stated coldly. They had to be. This wasn't the first time they chased a whale all the way to shore.
"After them!" Suzi shouted, running on ahead. Caesar nodded, following close behind.
The shouting from the poachers turned to screams of warning. Caesar braced himself. "Go away! My friend's already on the phone with the police, so you better run!"
Caesar would love to engage in combat, an attempt to finally get those poachers in jail once and for all, but they had a sea creature to look after. A beached whale only had minutes to live.
Suzi, having held her paddle board all the way to the beach, raised it above her head, ready to throw it.
Whether the threats of being caught by the police or Suzi's paddleboard scared the poachers off, Caesar didn't know. What he did know was that the poachers, after a minute of stalling, gave up. Hopefully they were unable to catch whatever they were going for.
"Good riddance," Caesar said, before turning to the last place he saw that green tail. "Now we have to see whatever they were hunting."
"I'll get the stretcher!" Suzi saluted. Caesar didn't even get a chance to respond before she ran off towards the land.
Instead, he followed the coast, weaving between the rocks he knew so well. Soon, a type of whining could be heard, along with small squeaks. One that sounded like a dolphin out of water, except... different. Deeper, but only slightly. Too slow to be a dolphins. More like whines than squeaks.
Finally, something came into view. From behind a rock Caesar could see that brilliant, green tail. Well, it was no wonder the poachers were after this creature.
Carefully, Caesar stepped around the rock. His eyes followed the tail upwards. Wait, that was...
The tail continued up before speckling into tan skin. Human skin. With two, muscly arms. And a further look at its head revealed brown, spiky hair. That was no fish.
That was a mermaid.
Caesar took a second to process this information. Mermaids didn't exist, right?! Yet, what was this in front of him?!
Not knowing what to say, Caesar approached carefully. "Are you ok?"
The mermaid turned to him. Its eyes were a mix between green and blue, shimmering like a paua shell.
The mermaid gasped, before its whines shifted into aggressive growls. It scraped at the sand around it with its hands before thrashing its tail wildly. It was distressed, Caesar realised.
Caesar spread his hands out and crouched in an attempt to make himself less threatening. "Calm down! We're here to help you."
Despite the peaceful notions, the mermaid simply stared at him with wide, almost fearful eyes. It looked as if it was trying to swim away, just that it was on land. Its glistening eyes started to grow frustrated.
Carefully, Caesar crept closer to the mythical beast. However, the moment he took a step forward, the mermaid seemed to hiss at him. Maybe that wasn't the best idea.
To his luck, Suzi came running down from the rocks. "I got the stretcher-!"
Her voice cut out. Caesar looked up, only to catch her ocean blue eyes wide as they watched the mermaid.
"Suzi-"
"THE POOR THING!" She exclaimed, hurrying down the rocks.
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From that day on, Caesar always had the feeling he was being watched. Gazes out to the sea were met with spiky brown hair and seafoam green eyes. In a second they would disappear in a splash of white foam.
Caesar always kept an eye out for these encounters. And it turned out Suzi did, too. Whenever she saw hints of the mermaid, or merman, as Suzi, she would instantly report back to Caesar. He found it odd that it was just the one merman (Wait, what if he was the only one of his kind?), who showed up everyday without fail.
Caesar looked out towards the sea again. His shift was almost over, as the sun started to sink under the horizon. Since Summer was ending in a few days, less and less visitors went to the beach. Caesar felt a cold chill rush past his body. Well, at least it meant less people to watch.
"Hey! Over here!"
An unknown, male voice. Caesar whipped his head towards the sound. That was coming from the water! Without even waiting for Suzi, he bolted towards the seaside. Without pause he hefted up his throw bag and rescue tube from the side of his station. He kicked up sand as he went, and as soon as he reached the water he flung his jandals across the shore.
"Woah, wait, chill!"
Right as he was about to jump into the water, Caesar stilled. The voice didn't sound panicked or anything. Just... calm. Ok, he could hear a brashness, but otherwise, calm.
Upon putting the rescue tube and throwbag down, Caesar took a good look at who was in the water. Aquamarine eyes and brown hair...
"Hey, heeeey, you good?" They, well, he, spoke. A tail of emerald green flicked out from the water.
Caesar's mouth hung agape. "You're... the merman. From the other day."
"The one and only!" A huge smile was on his face, a contrast to the frustrated look Caesar saw on his face the first time they met. He looked... quite human, actually. "The name's Joseph Joestar, by the way! But you can call me JoJo!"
"You can talk?"
"Rude! Of course I can!" Joseph laughed, a colourful laugh, one that was sounded so human that Caesar almost forgot he was talking to a brunette with a fishtail for legs. "And, I, got a mage in my village to place a spell on me, but! I understood you before that too!"
Looking back on their first meeting, there wasn't much indication of the merman understanding. "Did you really?"
"Ok, maybe I didn't understand you then either- hey, you haven't told me your name!"
Oh, right. Caesar had been quite rude. "I apologise. Let me start again. My name is Caesar. It's nice to meet you, JoJo."
#woohoo funny mer au go brr#i have plans (looks at the two paragraphs i have explaining the 'plot')#it's simply a tale of two lifeguards and a mermaid having fun#the pillarmen are nice :D#maybe i'll expand on the lore a bit more... hmm...#something something lets fight some poachers something something probably#kars is the local village witch#which is 100% inspired by deliciest's au shout out to that au#kirsten writes#kirsten's aus#jjba#fic#answer box#jojo mer au
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CHARACTER BASICS
Full Name: Christian Silvestre
Nickname: Kit, Chrissy (Only by Kai)
Age: 31
Gender: Cis Man
Pronouns: He & Him
Ethnicity: Spanish & N/A
Nationality: Spanish
Education: Private tutors, not that he paid much attention.
Occupation: Lifeguard & Co-owner of Skulls & Barbells
Hometown: The Ocean
Current location: Ashborne City ( however he juggles his time here, or aboard the Estrella )
Species: Hybrid (Human/Siren)
Written Aesthetics: messy sheets and an unmade bed, hand-knitted sweaters, taking a punch with a grin & finger guns accompanied by a wink.
trigger warnings:
CHARACTER APPEARANCE
Face Claim: Casey Deidrick
Height: 6'5"
Hair Colour: Dark brown
Eye Colour: Hazel
Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous
Distinguishing Features: A scar across his left brow from walking into part of the ship - constantly giving him a slit in his brow, a charming smile, several tattoos, an ear peircing in his right ear accompanied by an ear cuff.
SUPERNATURAL EXTRAS
Abilities: enchanced swimmer & nagivator, bioluminescence, marine telepathy & empathy. // weaknesses: emotional vulnerability, magical boundaries & emotional ties to the ocean.
Have you always been aware of your abilities?: No, I was unaware of them at first, our father hiding them from us. It wasn't until I realised that mentally talking to fish was unusual, that I realised I wasn't entirely human.
Favorite Magical Items: An enchanted compass, spelled by a witch with a locator spell that it would always point in the direction of where his sister was, so that he can always find his way back to her after being separated for so long.
What supernatural creature is your character most scared of?: He's not really scared of any of them, honestly. Mostly curious, and maybe a slight bit wary.
Who or what would they die for? His twin, his crew, what he believes is right.
Does your character fight or flee? He's more of a plotter. He lurks in the background, planning the best form of attack and then fights, and due to his usual nature, he's often underestimated.
PERSONALITY
Positive Traits: Whimsical, Charming & Enthusiastic.
Negative Traits: Absent-Minded, Fickle & Resentful.
Neutral Traits: Active, Cunning & Adaptive.
Goals/desires: To protect his sister and their crew, uncover more about his heritage & overall, be happy and content.
Fears: His father returning, loosing Kai again, never finding his true love, not being taken seriously.
Hobbies: Knitting, karaoke (though he's terrible at it), teaching yoga to kids, swimming, dancing & working out.
Habits: Fiddling with things when he's nervous, raising his eyebrows, shooting finger guns at people, flirting with people he probably shouldn't.
CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT Q’S
QUESTION ONE: were you born on the island, if so, what kind of curiosities do you have about the world beyond? if you weren’t, what do you miss about the world outside veritas isles?
"No, but apparently my mother might have been. However, as much as I've tried to dig into her, I can't seem to find anything. If she was here, it's like she was erased completely."
QUESTION TWO: what is your favorite part about the island?
"Learning about all the other creatures, and meeting so many new people. As much as I love my crew, I'm intrigued by everyone I meet."
QUESTION THREE: if your character is supernatural, do they fear humans? if human, do they fear the supernatural?
"I don't really fear them, as such, but I am wary of them. Though I've had a few... encounters of a certain kind with a fair few and they've not done me harm so far."
QUESTION FOUR: share a fun headcanon or fact about your character! this doesn’t have to be long, just something to introduce us to your character!
He was once given a choice to run away from the life of a pirate, from the horrible reign of his father by his first love. However, he realised that in doing so, he would be abandoning his sister, and that he would be homesick for the ocean. So, he left them, as much as it broke his heart to do so. He hasn't seen them since.
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION
BIO | PLAYLIST | PINTEREST
WANTED CONNECTIONS
His first love - they were probably late teens/young adults, and it was shortly before he overthrew his father. They were on land for a bit, and he fell for them, but when they asked him to run away with them, he ultimately declined, not wanting to abandon his twin. He hasn't seen them since.
His crew - BRING US PIRATES PLS
Best Friend (Pirate Edition) - possibly his right hand person, the person on the ship that he cares for and trusts most besides his sister.
Best Friend (Island Edition) - Since coming to the Isle 8 years ago, the two are practically inseparable, he adores them to pieces, and considers them his best friend (aside from those in his crew, of course)
Various Friends, he's a friendly dude
Hook ups - Boy loves to sleep around, not entirely prone to one night stands as he's more likely to keep them around until they/he gets bored.
Exes - His relationships never truly last long, for various reasons. However, if they ask him to choose between them and his twin/crew? instant relationship ender.
He also teaches pirate yoga to kids, so if anyone has children, send them to yoga
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[music ask] 16. 16 again (so, twice). 17. 3
I don't actually know any classical songs fkfkfj but I am going to answer this with video game ost songs cos they totally count!! So!
16-1. Gloom by Hitoshi Sakimoto, from the FFXII Zodiac Age remaster - this song only appears in the remaster ost, and it's down in the Penumbra subterra! It's really beautiful
16-2. Find Your Way by Nobuo Uematsu, from FFVIII. This song literally is the reason I got into video game music in the first place, it never fails to make me happy! I love the creepy songs, hehe
17. I would sing any song as a duet but I'm scared of karaoke lol. Home karaoke we can do, so let's say god idk. Atm it'd be God, Demon, Machine by Rave the Reqviem! It has a very very fun vocal section by the lady singer, it makes me sing at the bus stop lol
3. Any song off M-Flo's COSMICOLOR album! Mostly Love Don't Cry and Luvotomy. That whole album is a proper banger, it reminds me of walking to work as a lifeguard in the summer when I was a teenager
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cupcakes ~ tell me some of your favorite/funny birthday memories and i'll share some of mine (moots only)
Earlier this year for my birthday my parents and I went to Tennessee (i think 😆). While we were there me and my dad got on a canoe. But it was really windy. So while we’re a struggling to paddle this dang boat, i’ve been checking the deepness of the water because something in me said ‘if we tip over, i need to know if we can stand’. And wouldn’t you know it, after about 15 minutes we tip over and I book it! The first thing i say when i feel it tipping is, “SWIM!” My dad goes under the boat and I (somehow) go over it. By the time he gets from under the boat I’ve swam half way back to shore. He says, “Kaleb are you okay?” And, I still in shock, just say SWIM. So I finally make it to shore but he’s still in the water. So naturally I think ‘oh my goodness he can’t swim. I knew that idiot couldn’t swim!’ (Which isn’t true he actually can swim) There are some people on land who are all like “Are you okay?” (Not lifeguards, which every time i tell this story i’m like where we’re the staff while we were falling out the freaking boat?). I, naturally, am fine. But i tell them that my dad can’t swim so they start coaching him to floating on his back while I run over to the staff and get them to help. I was scared outta my mind 😭. Everything worked out in the end and no body died. And it’s a story I love telling. Though every time I do people are like, “You were just gonna leave your dad?” And i’m like… duh. What was a supposed to do carry him (i left this part out but i did try to save the paddle for some stupid reason idk 🤷🏾)? How was I supposed to carry/pull his like 190 pound self? Make it make sense 😂
bahahahaha similar story was last summer we had my cousins over to go swimming in our pool and my mom wanted to come in but she can't swim and i told her not to jump in 'cause i was already watching six other kids under the age of ten. and of course she jumps in and instantly starts screaming and panicing. so i swim over and pull her over my chest and try to pull her to the shallow end but she was still panicing and ended up pushing me under.. i ended up getting her to the shallow end but yeah she almost drowned me while i was trying to save her, bahahaha i haven't gotten in the pool with her since
that wasn't a birthday story, but whatever hahaha
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ok this oral exam is only 5% of my entire grade. if I fail this it wont be too bad right? right?
so i get home from thanksgiving on Sunday at 4am Monday, feel like crap when my alarm goes off in the morning telling me to get ready for class, skip class bc I ultimately needed the sleep, realise hours later that it was a prep day for the oral exam, fucking hate myself bc I didn't go bc yeah I was tired but I also didn't complete some other hw that was due (its still not done). today was even worse. i didn't go to sleep last night until 7am, skipped my 1pm, kept nodding off in my 3pm, nodded off a little at work (this is bad, I am a lifeguard), was driving home when MY MUFFLER FELL OFF SCARING THE ABSOLUTE SHIT OUT OF ME, a nice policeman helped me after my useless father didn't even tho he tried his best, and now!!!! NOW!! i fell asleep when I actually needed to study and finish this hw I didn't do for tomorrow.
im fucking livid
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Memory - Chapter 1c
*Warning Adult Content*
The Idiot I Love - Part 3
"Aaron, why would you do that?"
The boy in question rolled his eyes, crossing his arms across his bare chest.
"She’s annoying."
"Doesn't mean you can push her into the pool like that," Erin argued, his fists clenched at his sides.
"Oh, come on, Erin. You were annoyed with her, too. She was being very rude," Aaron tried to defend himself.
"That doesn't excuse anything. You should've politely told her to stop or you could've left. You didn't have to be such a bully."
With that, the small Alpha walked away from his best friend, practically stomping. Well, how was he supposed to know that pushing a girl into the pool would make Erin so angry? She really was annoying. She kept asking them these weird questions and she didn't even bother letting Aaron answer anything, she focused only on his friend. That made him mad for a multitude of reasons.
"Erin," Aaron called, suppressing the whine that almost came out along with it.
He would never dare to show such a weak side of himself when they were at a public pool. That was reserved only for when the two were alone together. Only his mother and Erin got to see that side of him. Aaron quickly realized that his best friend wasn't even going to bother stopping, so he jogged after him, ignoring the whistle of the lifeguard warning him to not run by the pool, what did he care? When the eleven-year-old found his friend, he carefully approached, sitting down next to Erin on the ground.
"Erin?" he asked slowly.
"You're really mean sometimes," the other grumbled.
"I'm not mean to you," Aaron pointed out.
"Yes you are," Erin responded quickly.
"I just know you don't mean it. But, no one else does. They don't know that you're actually nice."
They were quiet for a bit before Aaron whispered..
"I'm not nice."
"You are, you just need to show it better," Erin argued.
"No, I'm not nice. I'm mean. I know I am. What are you going to do about it?"
The sounds of splashing and faint music drifted between the two boys, reminding them of where they were. Both were still soaking wet from being in the pool and Aaron had the beginnings of a sunburn on his cheeks.
"Why can't you be nicer?" Erin asked.
"Because that's your job. My job is to make you look better."
"Even if it was mean... thank you. She was cutting into my time with my best friend and wasn't even trying to include you. I get why you did it, I just wish you'd been nicer, that's all."
Erin suddenly stood up before turning to offer his hand to his friend. Aaron looked at him with a raised eyebrow but accepted the help anyway. And when Erin's hand stayed over his for a few moments longer than it should've, Aaron's breath hitched and he pulled away quickly.
"Come on, my mom's probably waiting for us," he mumbled, walking away as fast his feet could take him.
He was glad Erin didn't bother catching up with him or else he'd see the pink dusting Aaron's cheeks and it wasn't from sunburn.
******
Aaron couldn't sleep. Right next to him was his best friend of about six years, sleeping peacefully. But, he couldn't fall asleep. His mind kept replaying that prolonged touch the two shared at the pool earlier. Why was he so focused on it? Why was he suddenly feeling this way? It was scaring him. He didn't understand why his heart was beating so fast or why his ears burned.
He didn't understand why he felt little butterflies in his stomach when he remembered the feel of Erin's hand in his. Worst of all...deep down, he knew. Though he was afraid to admit it, Aaron knew exactly what was going on and that terrified him to no end. It made him want to cry as well. These emotions he was suddenly feeling weren't okay. Erin... I'm afraid.
"Aaron?"
Shoot, no, no, no.
The Beta turned his head to look at his friend, his eyes wide. Had he heard his thoughts? Had he seriously projected them to Erin through the link? Had he been dumb enough to let his best friend listen to all of his horrible thoughts?
"Why are you afraid?"
Aaron's face paled considerably, unable to believe what was happening.
"I..."
"Was it a bad dream?" Erin asked him, rubbing his eyes with a yawn.
"Um...yes," he lied, looking away.
"That's okay. I'm right here if you need me," Erin mumbled, quickly falling back asleep.
But before he did that, he reached out, grabbing Aaron's hand under the covers. Aaron's mind went into overdrive, his entire body tensing with an onslaught of emotion. What could he do? What should he do?
‘How can I possibly ask you for help if you're the root of my problems, dumbass.’
Aaron tried his best to calm his heart.
Erin might hear it and wonder what was going on. Great Goddess, why him of all people? And why now? Were these...feelings...sudden? Had they built up over time without him knowing? He didn't want to admit it. How could he? This was new and scary, and it caught him off-guard.
‘I think I like Erin.’
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AFFECTION HAS NO PLACE IN LOVE. // SELF-PARA
“I was all the things, all the familiar things. I was stressed and excited and content and motivated and concerned and exhausted and annoyed. And grounded and nervous and creative and proud and all of the things. But all those colors, they’re all gone now. And there’s only one left. I’m scared. That’s all I am. There’s nothing else. I’m only scared.”
“You killed him.”
Medea felt a little foolish, standing in the door that lead out to the hallway. She’d blurted it out before she could’ve possibly reconsidered, and now, she almost wished she could’ve.
Rio had stopped in his tracks, already half inside his room when she’d spoken up. Slowly, a dangerous calm, he turned around to face her. His eyes looked pitch black in the lack of light. Her fists clenched at her sides.
“What do you mean?” The same morbid curiosity tinged his tone now, as he spoke to her. Playing dumb, like he didn’t know. Making her explain, like it was some stupid joke he hadn’t understood. He had this infuriating thing about him at all times, no matter what was happening. She always felt stupid talking to him, even if it was him who was the dumb one.
She nervously swallowed. “You killed him,” she repeated. “The kid.” Medea had no right to be haunted by anything, but somehow, she couldn’t let go of the mother’s cries, her bloodshot, tear stained eyes. What she could let go of even less, was the fact that he was her brother. Fucking full to the brim with his nonchalance, and entirely careless that she, his sister, was accusing him of murder. It wasn’t a surprise that Rio would resort to something like that. She’d just always thought he’d keep it to the inside of the Arena, if he ever found his way there. Still, it was chilling. He could kill her right here, right now, and he’d be facing about as many consequences as he already was; none.
He feigned surprise, but she could see that he was more amused, than shocked. “Did you... see me stabbing him? Or strangling him? Or banging his head against something?” Something in Medea’s guts twisted into a knot at his words. None of those. None of those, but he knew exactly what she meant. He just wanted her to say it. The way his black eyes twinkled in some low light, some poor source of brightness that they were choosing to absorb and let die. Neither of them moved. It was a tense standoff in an Odair household hallway.
“No,” she shot back, easily irritated. “He drowned. On your watch. That kid drowned with you as a lifeguard. You killed him.”
It seemed that now, the fun was over for even Rio. First, she thought she could see some sort of panic flash through usually expressionless eyes. Then, she saw something more familiar. Anger. “You need to be careful with the accusations you make, Medea.” Once more, she anxiously swallowed. Rio didn’t step out of the half-shadow that enveloped him, but Medea desperately wished he would. Just anything that would make him less terrifying than he already was to her. He tilted his head to the side, eyes blank and devoid of light once more. “It could seriously hurt you one day. You know that, right? We wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself, now, would we?”
Her hand darted out, held onto her doorframe. She was frozen to her spot, however. Unmoving in the face of danger that made her want to run. “But I’m right,” she weakly argued. “You can’t even tell me I’m wrong.”
A cold chuckle followed her words. He seemed to look away from her, and Medea felt like she could breathe again, even if just for a moment. Her muscles were tensed, like she was preparing to run any second. “Should I have to defend myself in front of you? I don’t see any reason why.”
“You killed him,” she repeated again, this time a lot more indignant. “And all you have to say about that is that you don’t have to defend yourself?”
Rio clicked his tongue, annoyed now. “Stop the fucking hysterics, Medea. Get a fucking grip.” He retreated back into the shadows like whatever sort of light shy creature. The door falling shut was her only indication that he was definitely done with the conversation now.
You killed him.
You need to be careful with the accusations you make, Medea.
Another thing moved in the shadows now, but this time Medea could defend herself. A figure was lurking in the shadows, half hidden, blank eyed and not stepping away from a fight, but instead towards it. This time, she was prepared. This time, no monster that called itself a brother would get the chance to terrify her.
With a precise throw, her trident sunk into an artificial chest.
When she came back to get her weapon back, she saw that it was no brother of hers at all.
Just a ghost.
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐕- 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠
➵ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | billy hargrove x reader (told through Max’s perspective)
➵ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 3.2k
➵ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, grieving, major arguing, mention of physical abuse, angst.
დ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | დ 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | დ 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢
June 3, 1985
Who even is Wonder Woman anymore? I miss being her sidekick. I don’t know, recently she’s been weird about hanging out. She only wants to hang out with Billy. I get it, they’re a couple and I should respect that- but why would she make such a close bond with me and then just stop hanging out with me? We’ve grown apart. Sometimes we talk when she’s over, but we wouldn't see each other as much as we used to. I’ve tried to ignore the feelings I get when I think about it. Lucas has been helping a little, but not as much as I want. Thinking about her still makes my chest hurt and my ears ring. I don’t know why I’m getting so upset about this…
June 26, 1985
I have a new best friend now, and I don’t care what anyone has to say about it. Not even Billy. El is the best friend I’ve ever had… today we went shopping together, and tonight we’re having a sleepover. Wonder Woman wouldn’t betray Candy like this. El and I are going to do all the stuff she said she would do with me, but never did.
June 29, 1985
Is it because of our age difference? She’s three years older than me- am I still a child to her? She and Billy are always doing their own thing. I get it, they’re growing up, they’re becoming adults. They've gone from spending a few hours together to spending nights. Billy’s too scared to bring her home when our parents are here, so they sneak around. He told me he'll sneak into her house in the middle of the night. He’s so annoying sometimes… I'll ask why, and he'll just laugh and say that I'll understand when I'm older. I don’t see a point. Why sneak into someone's room in the middle of the night when they'd be asleep? It sounds more creepy than romantic to me. Still, sometimes I wonder how Wonder Woman is doing. I think I’m still mad at her, but I still care about her.
It was a summer of love. Billy got a job at the local pool as a lifeguard, you started working as an intern at the Hawkins Police Station. Billy said he loved his job, while you said you wanted to do more than just answer phones and make coffee for cops in their thirties and forties who tried to hit on you. Max could tell it angered Billy, knowing that these creepy older men were preying on you and he wasn't there to protect you, but you assured him that you were fine. There were a couple people, specifically Hopper, who would shut it down whenever he heard it.
On some days, Max would spot you hanging out at the pool. You would lay in a chair by the poolside in the sunshine while Billy watched you instead of the children in the pool. The way he was all over you made Max want to barf. You would also voice your opinion about the older women who constantly hit on Billy while he was working. "He's not even nineteen yet... Some of their kids are older than that. It's just gross." you’d say and roll your eyes. Max would laugh, knowing you really had nothing to be worried about. She’d seen the way Billy had grown since meeting you. He used to think about girls nonstop. Now all he could think about was you.
After a day at the mall with El, Max came home to find your car in her family’s driveway. Her parents were gone, out of town for some vacation away from their kids that they didn't bother to tell them about until the day before they left.
Max prepared herself to walk in on you and Billy displaying your affection in the most annoying ways possible, listing scenarios in her head. You could be blasting music and dancing in the kitchen while cooking, pretending to watch a movie while you kissed on the couch, or maybe you’d just be in his room like you were most of the time. Either way, she at least figured you’d be staying for dinner. She opened the door and heard both of your voices in Billy's room, only you weren’t fawning all over each other like you normally were.
No, this time you were closer to yelling at each other. It shocked Max, for some reason I didn't think you were capable of yelling.
"I was just asking if you had any plans for fall- whether it’s college, another job, I don’t care. You know I just want what's best for you." you said. Max could hear you trying to restrain your voice from quivering.
“I don't want to go to college. Is that not good enough of an answer for you?"
"Then what are you gonna do with your life? You can't just be a lifeguard forever. I just would feel better knowing you had a plan."
"Why? So you could control it?"
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"I mean you have high standards. You have this vision of what you want our life to be and I just feel like you'd be better off with me being the exact opposite of myself."
Both of you sounded heated. Billy had this anger in his voice Max had never heard before. He used to yell at her, but it was all show. His anger here seemed genuine, like he was lost or he was really hurt. He clearly didn't want to be fighting with you, but he'd also had it with all the questions about what he was going to do with his life since he’d graduated high school. He had gotten it from every single adult he knew, and he couldn't take it anymore. Not from you. Not from the one person he felt like he was safe from judgement from.
Max made her way into her bedroom, hoping it would drown both of you out. But she could still hear you as if all three of you were standing in the same room.
"I don't even know what I want, I haven't thought that far ahead." Billy argued.
"Then we'll figure it out together!"
"No, I know exactly what you want. You want me to have some boring job or be someone that is stuck in this town forever because being with someone like me isn't good enough for you and it never has been."
"I have never said that- "
"You didn't have to. I see the way you try to change me. You've changed everything about me since we got together!"
"So what? You want to end up some sort of deadbeat? I'm helping you." you had this harshness to your voice. Max could tell you weren't holding back any tears anymore. What did you look like when you cried? Max felt herself start to tear up. It felt too much like the fights her mom and dad would have, right before they got divorced.
"I don't need your help!" Billy yelled. Then it got quiet. Max heard mumbling, a few softer words.
As much as being around you and Billy grossed her out, she didn't want you to break up. You were perfect together. There were a few faults, but you weren't trying to fix him. You were urging him to be the best version of himself. At the same time, she understood why Billy was upset too. You were supposed to accept him for who he was, but instead it seemed like you were trying to make him into the person you wanted him to be. You made him study, you made him be nicer to people. He ate better, smoked less, and took better care of himself. These weren't bad things, but they were different for him. Maybe it was overwhelming. He was too arrogant, and you were too controlling.
Why was Max crying now? It hit too close to home. She’d drown out the sound of her parents fighting by listening to music while she did her homework. She’d sneak out of the house to skateboard around the neighborhood when they still lived in California. What they were arguing about didn't matter to her, it was pointless.
She knew Billy had a similar childhood. He didn't talk about it, but she knew he'd been subjected to listening to his parents fight. And if his father acted with his ex-wife like he did with Billy, then he wouldn't have been afraid to hit her a few times. He never hit Max’s mom, at least as far as she knew. From what Max knew, Billy was pretty young when it happened. Young enough to not fully understand what happened, but old enough to remember how life just drastically changed.
Max heard a door open, and some footsteps walking past her door and towards the front door. Then she heard a car start and tires moving across the gravel. You were gone. She wiped up her tears and made her way to the front of the house, hoping to catch Billy. He was still there, watching you back out of the driveway and onto the road from the window. Was now the time to be nosy?
"What was that all about?" she asked him.
He turned, making his way back to his room, "I'm not in the mood to talk about it, okay?"
"Did you two break up?"
He stopped at his door and shook his head, making eye contact with me, "No, we're just... in a rough place right now." He went into his bedroom, and a few seconds later, started blaring heavy rock music.
Max hadn't heard that coming from his room in months.
July 4, 1985
I think Billy is going to apologize after that huge fight… he told me something about wanting to buy flowers after work. I hope they make up. If they do, I hope she comes back to be my Wonder Woman again. Until then, I’ll just stick to my weekly comic book reads with El. I guess I can have two best friends at once.
It was late at night; Max was sitting in the living room reading a comic while her mom and Billy's father were preparing their lunches for work the next day. Billy had work, and then Max assumed he had gone over to spend the night at your house. He hadn't come home yet, but nobody was worried about it. Their parents seemed like him being away for the night was a relief. Max was just about to head to bed when there was a knock at the front door. "I got it," she told her mom.
On the other side of the door was Hopper, and two other police officers. She’d seen them before around town. One had curly brown hair with a mustache and thin-rimmed glasses. Fairly young. The other was much older, with a graying stubble and dark skin. They were the good guys, according to the work stories you told her when you first got hired at Hawkins PD. You told her the younger cop had raised his voice at one of his colleagues for making a pass at you. Apparently one cop commented on how nice your legs looked, and he yelled back, "Why don't you go tell that to your wife instead of her... One move and she could rip your paystub in half.". His nametag read "Callahan". And the older cop apparently had two grown daughters of his own, so he wasn't too fond of his colleagues hitting on a younger girl. It made him think about what he would've done if they had said those things to one of his girls. His nametag read "Powell".
And then there was Hopper.
Broad-shouldered, tall, intimidating. Max wasn't scared of him anymore now that she was best friends with El, but if she were anyone else, she’d be terrified of him. He got tense when he saw Max, almost worried. "This... is the Hargrove residence?" he asked, unsure of himself.
Neil made his way to the front door, taking the reins, "It is," he responded, "what seems to be the problem, Sheriff?"
Max looked over at her mom, whose face was pale. Back in California, Billy would be escorted home by police for trespassing, vandalism, all kinds of things. It didn't faze his father, and Max didn't really think about it too much. But for her mom, it was terrifying. She'd always been scared of authority figures. She was the type to fumble her fingers and distract herself if she had to walk past a police car. Even mall security, she'd avoid them at all costs.
"It's your son," Hopper said, making eye contact with Max, "There's been an accident."
"Don’t tell me he was trespassing again," Billy's father sighed, "you know what? I'll pick him up at the station, do whatever I need to do, and I can assure you this won't happen again- "
Hopper stopped him, clearly distraught, "He was in a car accident near the high school," Max felt her heart drop to her stomach, "there was a drunk driver at an intersection and he crashed into your son as he was driving. The car flipped, and..." Hopper squeezed his eyes shut, like he was forcing out the facts, "he was killed on impact and dead upon arrival. I'm sorry." Hopper took another look at me. Here he was, telling his daughter's best friend the worst news of her life.
Max’s mom gasped. Billy's dad looked lost. Billy was gone. He was just gone.
Max was stuck, unable to emote. Her mom was crying on the drive to the scene. Billy's dad said nothing. He didn't want Max to go with them, but she wanted to see it. She wouldn't believe he was gone until she saw his car. A part of her hoped they'd gotten it wrong. That it was another boy.
Although, there weren't any other blue Camaros in Hawkins.
Billy was probably on his way home from work, a commute he took all the time. Or he was on his way to apologize to you for fighting. What if he was trying to bring you flowers? Was he thinking about you when it happened? So many thoughts were racing through Max’s mind that she felt like she was being screamed at. The car was completely silent, other than a couple of sobs from her mother. But all Max could hear were her loud, intruding thoughts and questions. Had you heard about what happened yet?
They were about a mile away from Hawkins High School when they saw the Camaro. It was true, it was all true.
"Stay in here," Neil said to Max. Staying still was the last thing she wanted to do now. Once her parents exited the car, Max grabbed her skateboard from the backseat and ran out of the car. She heard everyone calling after her as she hopped onto her board, but she ignored them.
Max skated until she couldn't anymore, then she started running. She ran on the road, not caring if there were cars coming. Tears started flowing down her face and the more she ran the less she could breathe. She couldn't see where she was running, but she didn't need to. She knew exactly where she was going.
The familiar neighborhood finally appeared, and Max stopped for a half second before turning into it. She kept running until she saw the one-story house she’d been to every morning before school. Wonder Woman. Princess Diana. She needed you more than anything right now.
She pounded on the front door, huffing and coughing, her lungs begging for air. You answered the door, frightened by my bright red face and panting.
"Max? What are you doing here?"
Her lungs felt dry, and getting a word out was nearly impossible. She could see your living room from the front door. You were watching a movie with your family.
"What's wrong?"
Max tried to get a word out, but screeched instead. She started sobbing even harder. She couldn't breathe, and she was crying too much to even open her eyes.
"Max, it's okay," you said, wrapping your arms around her, "you're just having a panic attack. Just focus on your breathing." she didn't want you to let go of her. Your hugs felt like she was being wrapped in a silk blanket. She felt safe. You put a hand on her face, looking directly into my eyes. You told her to match your breathing, and to catch her breath if she could. The two of you spent a minute just breathing. You made it easier, but you also clearly didn't know that Billy was dead. "Do you want to tell me what's going on? And did you skate here from your house?"
Max shook her head, "No, I ran from the school."
You gave her a concerned look, "Honey, that's why you're out of breath. Why'd you run? And why were you at the school this late?"
"Billy's dead." Her voice was so low and so hoarse she was worried you didn't hear her and she’d have to say it again. Now that she had said it, it definitely didn't feel real, "His car flipped." Whatever light was present in your face quickly faded away. Tears instantly started to well up in your eyes Max could tell you were experiencing the same numb, doubting feeling that she was feeling when Hopper was at her front door. You rested your head on her shoulder and started crying, then screaming, all muffled by her t-shirt.
She’d never seen you like this. You were broken. She couldn't even imagine what you were thinking. As both of you cried together, the thought of your fight with Billy came to her. She knew you’d seen each other since, but you barely talked. Neither one of you had apologized as far as she knew, but they both figured you’d still be seeing each other every other day and eventually you’d make up. But you didn't get to apologize or hear Billy's apology. She knew Billy could never hate you or resent you, so he wasn't mad at you for the fight. Max wanted to tell you that, but words were escaping her. As her parents pulled into your family’s driveway, you started to pull away from your embrace but refused to let go of Max’s hand. Your face was stained with tears and you were still sobbing.
Billy's dad pulled Max away from you and dragged her back to the car. He went back to you and said a few words. From the look on your face, Max could tell he wasn't offering his condolences. He was mad. She wished she knew what he said to you.
It's heartbreaking, witnessing the worst day of someone's life. You don't know what to say, you don't know how to offer help, but your silence just makes everything worse. As Max and her family pulled out of your family’s driveway, she locked eyes with you from the window. You were still sitting on the porch. As you watched them drive away, Max saw you erupt into tears once again.
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A/N: Part two is here! There won't be another one after this. I just wanted to split it into two little scenarios with one being cute and the other not so cute lmao...I hope you enjoy - as always I appreciate feedback a lot!
taglist: @lovely-ateez
genre: smut, optional bias (m) x reader (f), lifeguard!au, pool sex, unprotected sex
words: 3.4 k
PART 1 (fluff, both parts can be read independently)
It was the middle of the summer holidays and you had never been happier. Sunny weather, swimming, lots of free time and as much ice cream as you wanted were only a few of the reasons for your luck. The main cause was the boy of your dreams. A few weeks ago, you had met. It had been the most chaotic, embarrassing day at the public swimming pool – or so you had initially thought. Turns out being a walking disaster could not only attract negative attention. When the otherworldly handsome and kind lifeguard had pulled your clumsy figure out of the water and even bought you ice cream to make you feel better, you had a feeling things were about to change. And you hadn’t been wrong. Maybe you were seeing things through rose-colored glasses and a mix of lovestruck hormones, but you suspected he might just really be this great.
Ever since your first ice cream date, the two of you had been inseparable. Looks were one thing – and you had made yourself aware that though he was a picture of perfection, he could still have turned out to not be your type at all. But the inside reflected on his outside. Every day you found out a new enrapturing detail about him. He was a never-ending book that you were utterly unwilling to put back down.
Your days were spent at the public swimming pool, watching your lifeguard boyfriend do his job and questioning if this was all some sort of hidden camera prank. During his break he came running straight to your spot under the trees and plopped down on your towel, ready to spend the most time with you until he had to go back. Although your streak of bad luck was over, he still took care of you and made sure you were okay in the heat. He reminded you to drink enough water and sent you a good morning text every day. When he had first asked you to help him put sunscreen on his shoulders, you had hesitated with cheeks hotter than the sunlight that day. Now it was a daily thing, and sometimes when his hands were on your back, rubbing in the lotion, you caught yourself wishing there weren’t a hundred families around you. But it was hard scoring alone time with him at the pool. Even later at night, right before closing time, there were always one or two diehard swimming fans there.
“I love watching my cute girlfriend swim,” he would keep telling you.
“You better make sure you’re paying attention to the rest of the visitors, too,” you would reply, but secretly love his flirty remarks. Perhaps he wasn’t even so far off. After your first encounter, it was apparent that maybe you were the one guest who didneed the closest monitoring. Even his co-workers knew of you. They had made it their life mission to remind him daily how whipped he was for you, but he never cared about their teasing.
At night, you rode your bikes home. Towards the candy cotton clouds on the horizon, through the small suburb, you rode side by side, still damp hair flowing in the wind. Outside your home he cupped your face then, the sun kissed skin of his hands still warm to the touch. Like he was the slowly setting sun himself, he kissed you goodnight. You were addicted to his lips. He made you fly, brought back all your fondest memories as if he himself was in them, and let you forget every worry you’ve ever had in the world.
One evening at the pool, you lay on your bathmat, headphones in your ears and your favorite summer playlist taking you to another world. Suddenly, two hands grabbed you by the shoulders. You jerked up in surprise.
“Oh my god, we could have hit our heads together!” you scolded your boyfriend, who was smiling at you like an innocent five-year old.
“Guess what. My boss just told me that I can close the place up tonight. You know what that means, right?” he said.
“Tell me more,” you smirked.
“Technically, we can stay here however long we want. And do whatever we want. As long as no one finds out,” he whispered the last part into your ear. Chills ran up your spine despite the heat in the air.
“Do whatever we want, huh?” you said. “I thought you were being a model employee?”
“I am,” he shrugged with his child-like smile. “And the model employee needs to go back to work now. I have a reputation to uphold. You’ll be waiting for me, right?”
“Of course,” you nodded, watching his figure as he jogged back to his seat by the pool. The next hours seemed to go by extra-slowly, to your dismay. After his announcement, you only found yourself staring in his direction more than on any other day. Truly, you could never get used to his handsomeness. You thought of his voice that made you melt like ice and his hands when he kissed you. Too often they remained in innocent, safe territory. Maybe that was about to change. It was a Friday, meaning the opening hours were longer than usual. By 10 pm however, even the last person had left. The public swimming pool was closed. Officially.
You had to admit, you could get used to having an enormous swimming pool all to yourself. Blissfully, you dived through the water, not having to worry about crashing into anybody’s legs or losing track of your surroundings. You had always felt as though swimming was a little like flying. Not that you knew what flying would be like. But if you had to make a guess, feeling weightless and small in a seemingly endless space probably came close. All your life, it had remained the same. Playing pretend in the water, acting like a mermaid scavenging for the most precious treasure of the seven seas – all your loveliest ideas lingered in your memory like it had been yesterday.
The pool had a shallow end, about the depth which allowed your head to reach above the surface, and progressively deepened towards the other end. You took a gulp of air and descended into the darkness. Taking long strokes, you dived towards the white light at the wall of the shallower pool end. With the brightness ahead of you, you failed to notice the shadow behind you.
As you were in the process of coming up from the water, a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around you. For the second time that day, you jolted in surprise and quickly gasped for air.
“You scared me out of my wits! Will you stop that!” you said, but you were already smiling. It was hard to carry grudges against the boy behind you. Not when he held your waist and rested his chin on your bare shoulder, grinning as if it was a crime to even suspect him of such things.
“Hi, there,” he said and pecked your cheek sweetly. “I missed you.”
“So did I,” you admitted. Only months ago, you had made fun of how lovestruck your friend had been. You weren’t one to speak now. His hands let go of you while you turned your body to face him. Then they were on you again, and although it was a small touch, your lack of clothes created a tension between you right away.
“Wanna race me?” he whispered into your ear, as if there was anyone around to listen in. Was he serious? Did he really think you wanted him to let go of you now? His voice on your neck rendered you wanting him so bad, you had to take a deep breath to compose yourself.
“I’ve been swimming all day,” you said. “Besides, didn’t you say we could do whatever we wanted? We can swim whenever we want, during opening hours.”
“Oh, sounds like you have better plans?” he asked. For a moment, he touched your forehead with his. If you bent forward slightly, you could have kissed him. His hungry eyes were on your lips when you had finished the thought.
“I was thinking you could kiss me, for starters?” you coaxed him. He chuckled.
“So you’ve been thinking about it too, the past few hours,” he realized. “You know, I was trying to be subtle about it.”
“Forget about being subtle,” you said. “Let’s just make out, please?”
“I’d like nothing better than that,” he smiled, and then your mouths touched. His gentle lips tasted faintly of chlorine and salt, a taste you had come to associate with him and magnificent things. You held his face in your hands tightly and pushed your body against him yearningly. Reacting, he sighed and deepened the kiss. His wandering hands found the small of your backside as you arched your back into his frame. You hummed quietly, hands burying in his wet hair and playing with it at the nape of his neck.
All your childhood you had been searching for your treasure under the water. Now you understood. He was right there in front of you. Little you would be proud you had found someone this precious and incomparable. And hot.
“Jump,” he said. You did as he suggested and wrapped your legs around his waist. The proximity of his body made your heart hammer against your ribcage with such feverishness, you worried it might jump through your chest. With the way he touched every curve of your body, you almost forgot how to kiss. Luckily, your instincts did the job for you as you sipped on his lips and sighed every so often. He caught your bottom lip between his teeth, and you felt his smirk when you moaned in surprise. Every inch of your skin burned with desire for him.
As he carried you over to the side of the pool, you pulled away shortly. You took the liberty to attack his neck with frenzied kisses. It felt just as you had imagined a thousand times. You couldn’t possibly recount all the instances when you had found yourself staring at his neck and shoulders in the past weeks. He was easily the biggest distraction you had ever known. But it wasn’t your fault his tanned skin was so inviting and his strong presence ever so alluring. Returning his teasing, you bit into his shoulder, kissing and sucking on it right after.
“Fuck, baby,” he said in a throaty tone. “You’re amazing.”
Softly, he rubbed his nose against yours before your lips locked again. The kiss was all but soft. Your tongues meddled as if you were starved people and you could barely keep your hands in one place. Not that you would want to. You wanted to glue his hands onto your body or better yet handcuff him to your wrists. What was the opposite of a restraining order called? You were about to invent a word for it. Never before had you been so intoxicated, so in ecstasy with another person.
He pulled aside the fabric of your top momentarily and cupped your breasts in his hands. You gasped and melted into his touch and the way he played with your nipples. He attacked your neck in kisses and you shut your eyes, enjoying the sensation of his lips.
“I really want you.” He had his hands on your ass and all you could think about was the growing bulge in his swimming shorts. Your hard nipples rubbed against his chest, the thin fabric of your swim top doing little to nothing to separate your bodies. How could somebody’s whole existence be so titillating? He pulled away, just far enough to speak but barely. “I’ve wanted you like this for a while. But I didn’t want to unsettle you by making you think I just want sex from you. Truth is, I don’t want you to be just some summer romance, Y/N. Every day I hope you’ll still be here when summer is over.”
“Why would you think I’m going anywhere?” you asked. “You’re the reason I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. I ask myself every day how I managed to end up with you in the first place.”
“That’s easy. First, threaten to demolish the turnstile with your stubbornness, second, offer your head to a bunch of kids with a water ball, third, square up against a bug in front of a hundred people, fourth- “
“Okay! Enough,” you said. “Don’t bring up my clumsiness. That’s just about the least sexy thing in the world.”
“Baby, I think there’s nothing not sexy about you,” he spoke. He kissed you deeply and all your embarrassing memories vanished at once. “So, you’re cool with this?”
His sudden change in tone caused your breath to hitch in your throat, as his hands lingered by your hips, just above your bikini bottom. You only nodded, the motion getting more eager as the words sunk in. He slid his fingers along the inside of your thigh, and you squirmed under his touch in desperation. Swiftly, he pushed aside the material above your center. His digits slid through your wetness, catching the nub between them, and rubbing ever so slowly. An overwhelmed gasp spilled over your lips, and you closed your eyelids.
“Fuck- ,“ you muttered under your breath. He teased your core, nearly sliding his finger into you, but then pulling away to find your nub to toy with.
“You look so beautiful,” he said. At his words, you looked at him through fluttering eyelids. He was one to talk about beauty. The luminescence from underwater sharpened his features, and his eyes had something magical, something enchanting about them. Like he could have you – or anyone – without saying a word. He reminded you of a merman, or rather a siren. Ready to drag you along with him, deep under the surface. And you were so willing to let it happen. For all you knew, you were long lost and under his spell anyway.
“Have you ever done it in public?” he asked. You were too distracted by his fingers on you at first, head hanging back in ecstasy, until you snapped out of it.
“No, but – fuck – I guess I can strike that one off my sex bucket list after tonight, can’t I?” you said.
“You have a sex bucket list? Interesting, tell me more about it,” he smirked. His eyes darkened and his tongue licked over his lips once. As if on command, his lazy ministrations on you quickened, rubbing your clit in small, circular motions until you were a moaning, stammering mess. You suspected he did so just to see your immediate reaction, and you gave him just what he wanted.
“Can we postpone the – the talking…on later?” you murmured, feeling like collapsing against his broad shoulders. “I’m kind of too busy to – to talk.”
“I can see that,” he teased you, kissing you gently. The delicacy of his lips only made your head spin more. “You’re so sweet, baby.”
“Don’t you want to get busy too?” you asked. You reached for his swimming trunks and wrapped your hand around his hard member through the material. “I don’t want to wait any longer.”
“Shit- me too.” His arousal echoed in his moans, and he sucked in a breath. There was a sense of power in knowing you could make him react so gravely by doing so little. You tugged on his trunks and pulled them down a little to reveal his full length. Palming him, you felt how painfully hard he must have been for a while now. He groaned and it was the best thing you had ever heard. Eagerly, you slid your bikini bottom off and watched for a moment as it sunk down into the depths of the pool. Your legs wrapped around his waist again as he aligned his cock with your core.
At this point you supposed you were both out of words. Hunger had taken over and you barely managed to form a sentence. He kissed you and you hummed and nodded, wanting him to know you were ready. Easily, he entered you and you whimpered at the way he stretched your velvet walls after all the wait. Your senses were overcome with everything around you. The warm water enveloping the both of you, the soft summer breeze caressing your faces, his hands on your hips as he guided your body into his thrusts and the sound of your breathless moans and sighs – it was pure bliss. Night had almost fallen, with the sky being a deep blue, almost black by now. It was a perfect setting for a perfect night with your favorite person.
You gazed into his dilated pupils and the coil in your stomach tightened in the most delicious way possible. Now you recounted a myriad of dreams you’d seen him in. Not always, but occasionally he showed up in your dirtiest of dreams, with his gorgeous, addictive smile and strong arms. But now he was right there, in front of you – inside of you – and you apprehended how weak your boldest imaginations had been. Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders as you clenched around his cock. He moaned your name huskily and it only clouded your head further.
It was crazy how loving a person could magnify everything. Even with closed eyes, the mere idea of him fucking you, at night in a public pool, could beat every single other experience you’d ever had. You felt like you were blessed with the audience with a god. A god, who had manifested on earth only to scoop you up and show you the finest things in life. You definitely couldn’t think of a finer thing than his cock dragging through your walls, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, while he had you cased against the pool tiles. Moans and little whimpers fell from your lips, and you were glad there wasn’t a single soul close by who could have heard.
He was jaw-dropping. With the way he pounded into you hard, using the poolside wall as support on your back, you felt your head spin as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your skin seemed to prickle wherever he touched you and you pushed your chest against his. Just a little closer, you told yourself, even though you were running out of space already. It was body against body while he whispered naughty things into your ears, telling you how incredible you felt, how lucky he had gotten with you and how sexy he found you.
“You’re the fucking best I’ve ever had, baby,” he said. His teeth grazed your neck as he kissed your sensitive skin messily. You could have counted every single drop of water hanging from the strands of his hair and adorning his face. Could have taken notice of every single eyelash and even the tiniest speckles of color in his irises. But you could barely command your eyes to stay open.
“So- close,” you said. In your ecstasy, you clawed at his back as another wave of pleasure went through your entire body.
“Together, hm?” he said, lips brushing over your cheek with every thrust. You hummed and nodded, as he picked up his thrusts to a toe-curling speed. With every touch of your sweet spot, you felt reality slip away a little further, and you were doing nothing to fight it. You invited the feeling in, resting your forehead against his, breaths coming out in short puffs. And then it overcame you. Your orgasm jolted through you like electricity, and you clung to him as if you might have sunken otherwise. It made your shared moans high pitched, and he followed you, pulling you into his arms like it was alone you who was keeping him afloat.
The splashing of the water softened as he drew out your highs for as long as possible with slower thrusts. Eventually, he halted completely. He cradled your face in his hands and when you finally opened your tired eyes, he was watching you with full adoration. His charming smile caused an eruption of butterflies in your stomach. This was only the beginning of your time together, yet you could barely fathom your fortune. And as it seemed, this time fate was on your side.
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