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grimoireofhayley · 10 months

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Of Friends and Horror

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

WARNINGS: Graphic content, Smut (MINORS DNI), Language, Talks of SA, Cheating, Obsessiveness, Gore, 18+ Content, Stalking, Possessiveness, Dirty talk, Religion talk, Suppressed Mental Health problems (I.e., reader has some issues that she isn't aware of)

Word Count: 1k

Tag List: @ev3ningrain @nerdytif @fanfic-enjoyer123 @darkenwolfie @juda-the-simp @colsons-baker @junnniiieee07 @octaviablakeslove

A/n: YES, two chapters in one night? Let’s gooo! I was squealing and kicking my feet like any normal 23 year old would writing Fanfiction, lmao. This is by far my favourite chapter ever written, let me know what you think! Did I get Billy’s personality a-okay?

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Chapter 9

Billy ignored your attempt at trying to help him, though, it was true, it wasn’t entirely…

He did kill Casey and Steve that night, but he didn’t do it alone, Stu was with him, he did just as much as he did. After the slaughtering was done, he made it clear to Stu that he needed an alibi, hence his short and brief sexual encounter with Sidney before he went to your house for ‘help.’

Billy hated how you were covering for him despite not knowing what was happening, you were smart, but stupid, stupid enough to believe him. You knew better than to do that. However, what he didn’t get was why Stu decided to go to your place, when he knew Billy was going to try and murder Sidney tonight.

He overheard other officers talking about another incident involving the ghost face that took place at your house, something about a heart in a box and a mask that was found… But how could Stu be this dense?

“Officer, I didn’t kill anybody.” Billy defended himself, not wanting to stay the night locked away, especially with his slip up at Sidney’s and Stu’s arrogance because the cops now know there’s two of them instead of one.

“This is bullshit.” You slammed your fist down, startling the taller-male. “He didn’t kill anyone…” Your ears started to flare red.

Officer Brinks drummed his fingers on his lap, “I’m sorry, are you his girlfriend or something? Why are you still here, interfering with my interrogation?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the mere mention of ‘girlfriend.’

“I-I’m not his girlfriend…” You stuttered, “You couldn’t tell by the way he was talking about Sidney? Sidney is his girlfriend…” You licked your lips, looking away, confidence coming back. “I’m just a really good friend who strongly believes he didn’t do it… I mean, the evidence is there. So, why would he try to kill his girlfriend?” You gave the officer a side-eye.

He coughs, clearing his throat, ignoring your comments.

“We’re gonna have to hold you, son, until we get those phone records.” Brinks explains, making Billy look down, upset. A small tear rolling down his cheek as he shakes his leg, nerves taking control of his body.

“This is crazy,” Billy murmurs, turning away, looking at Sidney through the glass pane. “You know that? I didn’t do it.” He finishes.

You step in front of the window, closing the blinds, shielding Billy from Sidney’s scared gaze. “Bil, look at me…” You mumble, taking your index finger and placing it under his chin, tilting his head upwards to look at you. “Can you two give us a moment…” You asked both Hank and Brinks, “Please?”

They nodded, understandingly, leaving the two of you alone.

“I know you didn’t do it and the police will find out soon enough that you didn’t do it, that you didn’t make those calls.” You reassured your friend, trying to cheer him up, “I’m sure it’s all just a big misunderstanding; you know, wrong place wrong time.” You smiled, and for a second, Billy’s eyes softened, his big-brown orbs looked at you with a glint of love and temptation; a hint of possessiveness lingering in them. If only you knew that it was him, that he was the Ghost Face, that these tears and sudden relations with Sidney was all a facade, nothing but lies, he wanted you and only you, he wanted this to be all done, but his revenge was far greater than any feelings he ever had, or was it?

“Billy, honestly, I know you better than any of them; better than Sidney, your father and the police…” You pucker your lips, a small giggle falling from them. “If it was you, I’d know, right? You’d call me to come help with the bodies.” You joked, “We’re a team. We always will be.” You ran your hand through his hair, playing with it, “I would do anything for you.” You blushed, still playing with his strands of brown.

Right then and there, he knew.

“Forgive me…” He whispers.

You were confused, but that quickly faded as his lips crashed into yours.

Your grip tightened in his hair out of surprise as he cups your face, kissing you with such force you’ve never seen him do with Sidney.

He knocked the chair over with his body, tumbling forward in the process. His lips never leave your now plump and swollen ones as you kiss back.

You stumbled into the window from Billy’s movement, a quiet thud emitting around the atmosphere.

He moved his hand from your chin, pressing you harder against the pane, the blinds moving ever-so-slightly, but not enough to reveal the heated session surfacing.

He roughly grabs your sides, making your gown shuffle upwards, his thumbs pressing into your skin, leaving dents. It was painful, but also very rewarding. There were sure to be bruises there tomorrow.

“B-Billy…” You moaned, feeling him press his knee against your cunt, a shrill of excitement bubbling inside the pit of your stomach

He continued to kiss you, his face pink with lust, his eyes undressing you, slowly devouring you whole.

“You have no idea how long I waited to do that…” He started breathlessly, letting go of you, but not completely as he fiddled with the hems of your nightgown.

‘God, why am I now just noticing what she’s wearing?’ He thought, biting the tip of his thumb, soaking in your beauty, his one hand never leaving its grasp on you.

You bit your lip, realization finally hitting you in the face like a bunch of bricks.

“Oh, god…” You whispered, “I-I… We can’t…” You mumbled, pushing away, “I have to go…”

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fictionalwh0ree · 7 months

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Hiii,can you do like a best friend reader and I went to billies house and there’s a lot of sexual tension between us and we eventually start making out and yeah.. tyyyyyyyy😭

rainy day- billie eilish

summary: a rainy day puts a wrench in your plans, but maybe its a blessing in disgusie.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: some swearing, alcohol/drinking

being best friends with someone like billie eilish was not easy. between tours, writing and recording, and all the other interviews and press, most of your interaction was over the phone, but you’d managed to keep your bond strong. on this particular weekend, billie had invited you to a party with her and of course, you agreed.

when you showed up to her house to get ready together, the sky was dark with clouds. you knocked on her door holding two large bags with all of your essentials in them, you were set to sleep over there too. she opened the door, wearing sweats and a baggy t-shirt, like you, and her hair was damp. her mouth was full as she chewed on some popcorn, not saying anything as you walked in. you knew her house like the back of her hand and it had become like a second home to you. you followed her into the kitchen and she offered you some popcorn. you took a handful of it before finally speaking.

“so what kind of party is this anyway?” you asked.

“pool,” she responded.

“lets go get ready then, we don’t have that long,” you said, to which she nodded.

you followed her into the master bathroom which featured a double sink with lots of counter space and perfect lighting. as you pulled all your makeup out of your bag, you began to hear slow and sparse drops of rain. that didn’t last long, however, before the rain was pelting heavily. you looked over at billie, wondering how you were going to go to a pool party in pouring rain.

“it’ll probably stop soon. we have time,” she said.

you continued to get ready, but truthfully, you weren’t in the mood to party, so while you had been excited to see billie, you were silently hoping that she was wrong. once your makeup was done, you changed into a nice mini dress that hugged your curves perfectly. billie had been ready slightly before you. you stepped into her bedroom and walked towards her full body mirror but she had barely even noticed you walked in the room as she sat on the bed on her phone.

“bil, can you zip my dress up for me please,” you asked.

she peeled her eyes from the screen and looked at you, your back facing her. her eyes traced your figure from top to bottom slowly, and while she thought you hadn’t noticed, the mirror exposed her to you, a small smirk making its way onto your face as you looked at her through it.

“billie?” you called.

she looked into the mirror, catching your eyes through it, and realizing you had watched her check you out. a slight blush made its way onto her cheeks as she got up and walked to you. she worked on your dress, hooking the clasp at the top before beginning with the zipper.

“when’d you get this dress?” she asked.

“a couple days ago. i got it for this party,” you said proudly, making eye contact with her through the mirror.

once again, you were kind of lying to her. you’d harboured a crush on billie for a while now, so while you had purchased the dress to wear to the party, you’d bought it for her.

“oh really?” she said, her eyebrows cocked up and she smirked.

“mhmmm,” you said happily, “why? you like it?”

“mhm,” she hummed, “just remember you’re sleeping over here.”

“of course,” you said, turning around so you were facing a window.

billie’s right hand dropped to your waist subtly for a moment as you spoke, the feeling giving you butterflies.

“but i don’t think i’ll be putting this dress to use anyway,” you said, “its still pouring.”

“shit, you’re right,” she said, her hand finally leaving your body as she opened her phone to check the weather app.

“its not supposed to stop for another hour,” she sighed.

“well, why don’t we just stay, and we’ll just leave whenever it stops raining?” you offered, sitting on the edge of her bed and looking up at her.

“okay,” she agreed, sitting next to you.

your legs were pressed against each others, but only for a moment as you stood up and began to make your way to her kitchen. she followed suit right behind you.

“where are all your snacks?” you asked, opening all her food cabinets and her fridge and freezer.

“its grocery weekend,” she explained.

“you don’t have any snacks?” you asked, devastation clear in your voice though you were smiling at her.

“i’m sorry,” she laughed, approaching you, “we can make something.”

“okay,” you agreed, “can we make those peanut butter cookies?”

“you read my mind,” she said as she began to grab the ingredients.

you walked away from her and to her bar, pulling out a bottle of strong liquor before walking back to her. she smiled at you and grabbed two shot glasses, from her cabinet. you poured two shots.

“so how are we doing this?” you asked, referring to how you would be pacing your shots.

“one per ingredient?” she asked as grabbed a chaser.

“ok,” you agreed.

you looked at each other and nodded, clinking cups before taking a sip of the chaser, downing the shot with it, and then taking a sip of the chaser. you made a face for a second before beginning to bake with billie. by the second to last step, you were both seven shots deep and definitely too drunk to be baking. you couldn’t even confidently say you had measured out the ingredients correctly. somewhere along the way, one of you found a speaker, and though it definitely mad everything more fun, it also made everything more messy. dancing and singing while trying to pour out dry ingredients had left her counters dirty as fuck.

billie was about to put in the flour, but the alcohol was making her unsteady, and neither of you had remembered to turn the mixer onto a lower speed, so when she poured it in, it flew everywhere, effectively covering you both in flour. billie got the brunt of it, having her face, arms, shirt, and even some of her pants covered in flour. you had gotten some on your face, but most of it was on your chest, arms, and dress.

you immediately bursted out laughing, hunching over and clutching your stomach as you tried to keep from pissing yourself. billie was laughing too, hunched over just like you were, with her eyes screwed shut as she tried to control her breathing. when you had calmed down a bit, you both stood up. she turned off the mixer and looked at you. you tried to stop from smiling as you looked at her flour-covered face.

“you got a little something right there,” you giggled, pointing at her face and stepping closer.

“oh really? where?” she said, a smirk on her face as she moved closer herself. now standing almost toe-to-toe, you reached your hand up to her face, wiping some of the flour off.

“right here,” you joked.

your eyes had been trained on the spot you were cleaning, which was right by her lips, but you could feel her looking at you. your eyes travelled up slowly before they locked with hers. she was still smiling, but it was different, one you had seen before, but never directed at you. her eyes fell to your own lips, and that was enough for you to lean forward, closing the gap. you kissed her softly at first, but it quickly got more heated. your back was against the counter and you jumped up to sit on it, not caring about the flour and other ingredients you had spilt on it earlier. she stood between your legs, her hands resting on your ass as she held you close. when you finally parted, she moved down, leaving kisses down your jaw and neck until she reached your collarbones. there she began to leave small hickies. your head was thrown back in pleasure and the two of you were in your own little world, nothing could interrupt you, or so you thought. minutes later, a loud timer buzzed through billie’s speaker, causing the two of you to jump apart.

“fuck,” she groaned, running a hand through her hair after shutting it off.

the two of you had forgotten everything about the party, about the fact that you’d set a timer to check the rain.

“well, i guess it stopped raining,” you said, hopping off the counter.

“i guess,” you said back.

“we should get going then,” she said, but her voice lacked conviction.

“my dress is all dirty,” you slurred, turning to try and look at your flour-covered ass.

“aww,” she fake-whined, a smile on her face as she shamelessly stared at your figure from behind.

“i guess if you really wanted to go i could borrow something from you,” you insisted.

“no no, your dress is dirty. you bought it for this party, you can’t go without it,” she said, stepping closer and resting her hand on your waist.

you leaned forward, tucking her hair behind her ear. you could only blame the alcohol for the confidence it gave you to say what you said next.

“i didn’t buy it for the party,” you whispered, “i bought it for you.”

you leaned back, looking at billie as her eyes lit up in excitement. you could see how she craved you in her eyes. you placed a kiss on her lips again before taking off towards her bedroom. she ran after you, slapping your ass as you ran up the stairs. it was safe to say that by the end of the night your party (and cookie dough) were forgotten.

#billie eilish x reader #billie eilish #billie eilish imagine #billie eilish x y/n #billie eilish fluff #billie eilish x you #wlw

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blackkbeautyy · 1 year

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Birthday Baby

Billie Eilish x Fem!Reader

Summary: After Billie’s party, you make sure to give her a birthday night she surely wouldn’t forget with a particular goal to reach.

(This is my first time genuinely writing and publishing a story so pls know it won’t be amazing)

Cw: Smut, oral sex fingering squirting mentions of alcohol and thats it.l

Word count: 1006

You and billie say bye to everyone while walking out of the party and you trying to hold her up from how drunk she was. You put her in the passenger and buckle her up and then get in the drivers seat. “Baaaabbbeee.” Billie slurred while staring at you. “What is it?” you ask. “Do you having any other surprises for me tonight?”She asks with a hint of what was supposed to be a seductive tone. You smiled at her drunken attempt of being flirtatious. “Actually i do, but you’ll get it when we get home.” Billie somehow slumps down even more in her seat with disappointment. “But baaaabbee.” No buts. You say sternly. “ You have to be good to get your present.” She looked up at you with a arched brow. “So I, have to be good tonight? Well isn’t that something. She says attempting to be more dominant. You knew you weren’t gonna let her persuade you into falling submissive, not tonight.

You both arrive at your shared apartment and you tell your girlfriend to wait in the living room while you tidy up everything. A few minutes later you call out to Billie and tell her to lay on the bed. She sat there in anticipation squirming around while you finished in the bathroom.You walk over to her squeamish figure.

“Just lay back and relax baby, tonight is all about you.” You tell her in a calm tone as you step in between her legs. “Why don’t you undress, hm?” She then does so being left only in her red laced bra and drenched matching panties. “My gosh Bil, you’re so wet, and l haven’t even did anything?” You ask feeling more powerful seeing the mess you caused. “Just thinking about what you were gonna do to me baby.” She says. You can tell by the hint of neediness in her voice that she wanted you to start, but you were gonna tease her a bit. So you look her in the eyes holding eye contact watching her squirm more and more while the alcohol made her body burn then she started begging for you to do something. “Please.” You smile.“Please what bil?” “Please baby make me feel good.” You look at her the neediness in her face and tone making you feel a little sympathetic for her. “Anything for the birthday girl.” You say with a smile and then you dive in. (lol)

You’ve been edging Billie for about thirty minutes and she already can’t take it anymore. You’ve used a vibrator, your tongue, and fingers, and she just can’t get enough. she’s crying and begging for you to let her cum. Every time she’s just a tad close to that beautiful bliss, you yank it away making her whine and cry. You can tell she’s frustrated, she’s all red in the face with beads of sweat running down her body, bangs and hair sticking to her face, eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy.

“Baby please i can’t anymore” Billie begged practically sobbing. You figured that you’ve had enough fun and decided to let her cum.

You insert your fingers in her wet hole which was clenching around nothing just a second ago which rips out a moan from her bruised flushed lips from all the messy kissing you did. You pick up the pace and use your thumb to rub her clit setting the perfect pace to the point she starts riding your fingers trying so hard to cum. “Fuck!” She yells “I’m so close go faster please baby.” You obliged and somehow increased your pace even more to the point Billie’s knuckles turned white gripping the sheets.

“Cmon baby you can do it, cum all over my fingers so i can taste you, cmon you’re almost there, cum for me like the slut you are.” That was it, she was pushed over the edge with one of the hardest orgasms she’s ever had. That didn’t stop you though, you kept going even after she had entirely rode out her high and the overstimulation kicked in. She was just so beautiful like this; hair sticking to her forehead from sweat, head thrown back thighs trembling, everything about her was so beautiful and addicting, you just wanted it all as much as you could get.

You started to eat she out running your tongue through her wet folds completely dodging her clit. “Baby please I need you.” “You need me where bil?” “I need you to-, I want you to-,” She keeps stopping to embarrassed to say what she wanted.. “If you want so bad baby say it.” You say trying to hide the grin spreading across your face. “I want you to suck my clit.” She says barely above a mumble. “Good girl.” You say, swearing you seen her clench around nothing. You do what she asked for and a loud moan escapes her lips. You insert your fingers giving her no time to adjust while you set your pace. “Faster baby fuck!” You move your fingers at a faster pace determined to reach your goal, you were gonna make her squirt. You can tell she’s close so you let her reach her climax. While she’s still trying to ride out her high you increase the pace even faster than before, her back arches off the bed and her thighs start trembling more than they were before. Then a clear liquid squirted out all over you and Billie practically screamed.

She plopped down on the bed and you next to her, watching her chest rise and fall. “How was that ?“ You asked. She turned and looked at you with a smile, “Amazing baby, you did so good, and i really needed that.” She laughed breathlessly. “Don’t think i won’t get you back though.. “she says with a tad bit of seriousness in her voice. You just laughed admiring your amazing girlfriend feeling good to have someone like her. You stand up and turn around “Lets get you cleaned up.”

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buckysgrace · 7 months

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Forgive Me Father

Billy Hargrove x Kim Mayfield (OC)

CW: Manipulation, handjobs, Billy doesn't know where a rosary is supposed to go, idk religion??

Father Billy takes an interest in one of the new Sister's.

“Father?” Kim stepped into Father Billy’s office slowly, wincing as the heavy door slammed shut behind her, “You wanted to see me?” She asked softly, her cheeks burning from how loud the door had slammed shut behind her.

“Sister Kim,” Billy greeted with a soft smile. He scooted back in his chair, standing up to greet her, “Come in. I just wanted to check in on how things were going.” He tilted his head, enjoying how red her face was becoming.

“Oh,” Kim nodded as she stepped forward, her tunic swaying against her ankles. It was still slightly too short, despite having it altered two different times, “Things are going well. Thank you, Father.” She nodded her head softly as she pressed her fingertips against one another.

Billy was far too interested in her for his own good and perhaps her own good too. She was too sweet, too genuine. She was more real than anyone he’d ever met before. She was stunning, far too perfect.

He watched her for a moment, constantly wondering if he made her nervous. She always appeared nervous around him. She constantly fumbled over her words, her body would flush and she’d avert her eyes as she played with her hands. She was a mystery to him.

“I heard you mentioning something about your prayers,” Billy drew out softly as he brushed his fingertips against the pages of his Bible, slowly letting it fall shut, “That you wanted to strengthen them?” He questioned her, looking for clarity as he drew his eyes up towards her again.

“Yes,” She said quickly as a bright smile splattered across her lips, “I want to do whatever I can to strengthen my relationship with the Lord.” She nodded her head, her eyes flickering away again as he caught her gaze.

He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment, feeling like he was being dragged closer to her. He wondered if she felt the same tension that tugged them closer, or if he was just imagining things. He tilted his head as he watched her again.

“I could help you,” He offered her softly, “I’d love to be a part of that.” He added quickly, enjoying the way her face lit up with joy. He felt his heart hammering roughly inside of his chest, barely able to look her in the eye. “Really?” She looked up at him gleefully, “What do you suggest?” She asked as she linked her fingers behind her back, bouncing forward on the balls of her feet. He felt his own lips curling into a smile, still debating if this was a good idea or not.

“There’s a way,” Billy began softly, “You’d have to undress.” He told her slowly as he dragged his fingertips across the desk, fully standing in front of her this time. Her eyes widened, her cheeks burning as she looked up at him in surprise.

“Undress?” She asked him curiously, her dark eyebrows knitting together as she watched him, “Isn’t that a sin?” She questioned him seriously, looking like she didn’t fully understand what he meant. He paused for a second.

“Why would this be a sin?” Billy questioned as he looked up at Kim, “You were made from God’s image. There is no shame in being naked.” He mumbled underneath his breath as his hands found her small waist. He enjoyed the way she shivered underneath him, how alarmed her eyes grew.

“But Father,” Kim breathed out softly, “I’ve already taken my vows.” She shook her head, looking at him in concern. He watched the way she bit down on her bottom lip, her eyes holding interest as he watched him.

“This has nothing to do with vows,” He whispered to her softly as he lightly gripped her chin, “This is all about praising our lord, the father.” He watched the way her eyebrows slowly relaxed, how she nodded her head in agreement.

“What do I do?” She looked at him eagerly, looking overjoyed suddenly. Billy breathed in, doing his best to control his own emotions that were swirling within his chest.

“Undress,” Billy told her softly, fighting the urge to lick his lips, “Don’t be nervous. God is with us.” He reassured her as his heart hammered roughly inside of his chest. He breathed out roughly, watching as she debated his suggestion.

“Okay,” Kim blanched for a second as she watched him, her red hair falling into soft ringlets against her shoulders as she removed her headpiece, “I’ve never been nude in front of anyone before.”

“Don’t be shy,” He reassured her, “It’s for God.” He reminded her as he placed his hands against hers softly. She breathed out roughly against his touch before she nodded her head in reassurance. He took a step back, admiring her as she slowly began to remove the rest of her clothing.

She averted her eyes as she slid her gown from her shoulders, revealing her pale skin to him. He felt his breath catching in his lungs, his cock stirring as he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. He stared at her perky tits, fighting to hold back a smirk as he realized how pink her nipples were.

His eyes traveled down the rest of her body as she let her uniform drop to her feet. He licked across his teeth, staring at her white panties as she brought her hands up to her chest. She covered herself, still looking bashful as she kept her eyes glued towards the painted glass windows.

“S’alright,” He reassured her as he brought his hands up towards hers again. He lightly brushed his fingertips against hers, gently prying them away so she’d be fully exposed to him. She kept her eyes drifting away as her neck began to turn a bright red, “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you Father,” She whispered underneath her breath. He lightly gripped her chin, tugging her face back towards his direction, “What are we doing?” She asked softly, her hazel eyes wide and filled with innocence as she stared towards him.

“Getting you closer with the lord,” He whispered out raspily, feeling like it was getting harder and harder to hide how desperately he wanted her, “”That’s what you want, right?” He asked, tilting his head as he watched her eyebrows knit together.

“Yes, Father,” Kim nodded her head quickly as she squeezed her fingers against his, “That’s all I want.” She pleaded with him softly. He enjoyed the feeling of her fingertips against his own, feeling a spark traveling up his arm.

“Do you trust me?” He whispered out softly, feeling like they were far too close for their own good. He brought one hand against her waist, giving her flesh a soft squeeze. She gasped, jolting forward as her hands fell against his chest.

He groaned underneath his breath, unable to help himself as he felt her soft body against his. Even though he was still dressed, she felt far better than anything he’d ever felt before. He continued to drag his fingertips against her skin.

“Of course,” She told him honestly, “I trust everything you say.” She spoke quickly, nearly making him feel bad. Billy sighed deeply as he imagined how neatly her lips would fit against his own. He didn’t press it too far, fearing that he’d upset her.

“Lay down.” He told her softly, lightly gripping her hands as she laid back on the pew in his office. She looked up at him shyly, still holding onto his hands as she got herself comfortable. Billy bit down on his bottom lip, enjoying how good she looked right now.

“Like this?” She asked quietly as she leaned up on her elbows to watch him. He grinned sweetly at her, feeling a rush of excitement coursing through his body as his fingertips curled around the band of her panties.

“Just like that,” Billy encouraged her as he slowly slid her white panties down her slender legs. He bit back his own groan, his mind swirling at the appearance of a wet spot on her clothing. He had an urge to teach her everything, to show her what she was missing out on, “You look so perfect.” He whispered hotly.

“Do I pray?” She asked softly, looking over at him confused. He drew his hands up and down the length of her body, savoring the feeling of her skin against her own. He blinked roughly as he looked down at her.

“You can,” Billy reassured her as he pressed his lips against the corner of her knee, “Whatever makes you feel better.” He reassured her, hoping that she didn’t question how this would bring her closer to God.

“Okay,” She replied shakily as she sat up a bit further, pulling the rosary from her neck. He watched with interest, watching the way she linked the beads through her fingers, “Thank you Father.” She mumbled underneath her breath.

“I need that,” He told her urgently, scooting a little closer as he slowly slid his hands up the length of her pale body, “I’ll give it back.” He reassured her with a small smile. She nodded her head, still holding some shyness within her eyes.

“Whatever you need, Father.” She gulped, looking like she wanted to cover herself up and hide away. He thought it was silly. She was too pretty to hide away.

He held the rosary lightly above her skin, letting the bottom of the cross slowly drag against her pale skin. He looked in fascination, enjoying the way goosebumps spread across her skin. He drew his eyes up her body, groaning softly at the sight of her nipples hardening in the cool air.

He drew the cross down further and further until he was met with her exposed pussy. He enjoyed the small tufts of red hair and how pink her clit and folds were. He felt a smirk forming on his lips as she gasped as he slowly dragged the cross against her cunt.

He watched in awe, his eyes widening in as the rosary beads dragged along her wet folds. He licked his bottom lip, feeling his cock throbbing painfully against his thigh as her soft moans filled his office. He drifted his eyes up her pale body, enjoying the soft freckles that were splattered across her body.

“You’re stunning, Sister Kim,” Billy breathed out, his eyes dilated in lust. He licked the corner of his lips as he tightened the rosary in his hands and slowly dragged it near her clit. She sighed in awe, taking him by surprise as he shot his eyes up towards her, “So pretty.” He mumbled, taking in the way her pouty lips were parted and his eyebrows were knitted together.

Billy gripped his fingers across the cross, pressing the smooth back against her clit as he began to grind it into soft circles. She moaned a little louder, her heels digging into his thighs as she urged him a little closer. He huffed loudly, desperate to feel her against his cock. He held himself back, knowing he should take it slow and enjoy her.

“Have you ever done this before?” He asked her hotly, his mind feeling fuzzy as he enjoyed the pleasure that was written across her features. Kim whined against his touch, rolling her hips up against the cross slowly.

“Prayed, Father?” She looked at him curiously, knitting her eyebrows together. He chuckled softly, enjoying the gasp that left her lips after.

“Touched yourself,” He grinned mischievously, watching the alarm that grew in her eyes, “Don’t be worried. This is between you and I.” He promised her, knowing that there was no way he’d share this information with anyone else.

“No, Father,” She whined out softly as she began to grind her hips up against the cross, “Never.” She said in awe, moaning a little louder. He grunted softly as he pressed the cross harder against her clit, admiring the way her hips moved a little faster.

“Mhm,” Billy hummed in response, enjoying the way her slick was coating his fingertips, “You’ve never had any thoughts? Fantasies?” He pestered her, desperate to know everything she’d ever thought of. He wondered if she’d ever thought of him, nearly prayed for it.

“No,” She gasped, her teeth snagging her bottom lip as he slowly circled one of his fingers against her entrance. He didn’t fully push into her, too worried that she wouldn’t be able to handle it. He wanted her to enjoy herself first, “Never.”

“You’re such a good girl, Sister Kim,” He praised her, enjoying the way she was slowly becoming undone underneath him, “Does it feel good?” He teased her as he continued to rub the cross in slow circles. Her hips were rolling forward, rocking against the movements of his hand.

“Really good,” She cried out, jerking her hips forward in awe. She dragged her nails against the wooden pew, whining as her movements became more sporadic, “Oh God, God!” She cried out, her eyebrows knitting together tightly as she came undone underneath him.

He breathed out harshly, his eyes dilated as he stared down at the mess on his fingertips and her rosary. Her chest was moving up and down as she tried to catch her breath, one of her wrists resting across her reddened forehead.

She peaked down at him in embarrassment, looking like she wanted to say something but quickly fell silent as he brought the rosary to his lips. He licked away her slick, tasting her against his tongue. He closed his eyes, swirling his tongue across the clit as he licked the remnants of her cum from the rosary.

“Father-?” She began to question, but was quickly silenced again as he pressed his hard cock up against the back of her thigh. She fluttered her eyelashes up at him, looking up innocently as he slowly began to rut against her soft skin.

He felt himself throbbing in his pants, desperate to get some part of her skin against his. He almost couldn’t handle her big hazel eyes that held so much innocence and nativity. Despite that, she looked like she was full of questions and lust.

“I need you to do something for me now.”

“Okay,” She answered quickly as her eyes traveled to his fingers. He slowly undid his pants, pushing them down just enough to free his cock from his pants. He watched the way her eyes widened, how she looked at him unsure, “I haven’t ever-,” She cut herself off again, apparently very speechless this afternoon.

“It’s nothing like that,” He told her again, “Just your hand.” He mumbled as he wrapped his fingers with hers. She looked at him with hazy eyes, her lips parting again as he slowly wrapped her hand around his cock.

He sighed in relief, accidentally jerking his hips forward too harshly at how smooth and soft her hand felt against him. He groaned, doing whatever he could to keep himself calm as he slowly stroked himself with her hand.

“Like this?” She asked worriedly, looking like she feared that he’d say no. He nodded his head, his air hot against his lips as he throbbed in her hand. He looked down at how big he appeared in her small hand, his red tip leaking onto her wrist.

“Just like that,” He groaned in response, slowly releasing her hand so she could take over the motions completely. He gripped a hold of her knees, keeping her balanced as he stared down at her. Her eyes were turned down towards his cock, staring at him lustfully as she slowly dragged her palm up and down the length of his cock, “You’re doing so good.” He praised her as his breath burned roughly inside of his lungs.

She squeezed his cock a little harder, looking up at him with hooded eyes. He grunted louder, fighting to keep his eyes open so he could fully admire her. He heaved forward, rutting his cock against her hand. She was watching his dick with interest, her eyes full of curiosity as she moved her hand a little harder.

She dragged her hand a little rougher, stroking him as she twisted her hand up towards his tip. Billy couldn’t drag his eyes away from her, too focused on her red cheeks at parted lips. He admired her dark eyebrows, how her thick eyelashes blinked every few seconds.

“Kim,” He breathed out roughly, feeling his chest tightening as the pleasure began to sprout up his body, “Fuck, fuck.” He spit out, grunting loudly as he thrusted his hips forward one last time. Her eyes were wide, looking like she was about to chastise him for his choice of words.

Thick, white goops of cum spilled out from his cock. He groaned in awe, pressing roughly against the back of her thighs as his spunk decorated her stomach and chest. He felt too warm, his body still buzzing in pleasure as he let his hands continue to wander up her body.

“Father,” Kim breathed out softly, breaking him from his thoughts, “Should I confess?”

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x oc #billy hargrove x original character #Kim Mayfield #Kinktober

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apollyonsdarksecrets · 2 years

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Dirty Mouth.

Billy Hargrove X F!Reader

Jerk!Billy/Dom!Billy Hargrove X Fem!Reader

Billy is your best friend and he hates when you cuss and is always trying to correct you, until one day he can’t stand it anymore.

Set in a universe where everyone goes to high school at the same time, after Star Court and Billy didn’t die.

Warning: oh this is dark, I mean just... yeah have fun with this. A little bit of cnc if you squint(don’t squint to hard), blood, name calling, mean Billy, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cream pie, fingering, spanking, biting, praise, degradation, mentions/actions of smoking and drinking, cussing, fingers in mouth, uncharacteristic Billy.

A/N: I feel like this may get squeamish a little, it’s definitely very mature. So Please read the warning very carefully.

“Shut the fuck up!” You gasp, staring wide eyed at Robin sitting across from you in the tiny circle of friends. You see Billy flinch out of the corner of your eye, taping your thigh with his boot as you try to ignore him.

“Right there! In front of everyone and God!” She crosses her heart making the group burst into laughter. Robin smiles proudly at her accomplishment, having spread the latest gossip of Jason Carver who threw up and nearly passed out dissecting a pig in biology. Eddie is wiping imaginary tears from his eyes as Steve clutches his stomach, trying to hold in the swing of beer he’d just taken moments prior. Billy on the other hand is silently nursing his own beer, eyes trained on you with quiet anger fuming through him.

“That’s fucking grand! That dipshit deserves it.” You giggle, downing your last beer, unaware of Nancy kicking Eddie’s leg to point out Billy’s obvious sour mood.

Everyone knew Billy as a time bomb, still dealing with how he’d been treated by his father his entire life and then the after math of Star Court. He truly was working at being nicer, working on his relationship with everyone around him, mainly his little sister Max. That alone is why everyone always smiled and gave him the space he needed when he began to get agitated or aggressive, and it looks like one of those times now.

The clock chimes 2 in the morning by the time Steve and Robin trickle out of your trailer, and you busy yourself with cleaning up the remnants of your little ‘party’. Effectively side stepping Billy as he helps you pick up pizza boxes, the silence not uncomfortable.

Although Billy is your best friend this is how most of your time together is spent, in quiet isolation, each of you doing your own thing while still enjoying the others company.

Billy drops onto the couch with a huff, watching as you deposit the last few beer cans into the trash. “Come here.”

Your eyes dance over to Billy, his body looks relaxed but there’s this hard set to his jaw that makes you a little uneasy.

“Why?”

“Just come here, come sit on my lap, dolly.”

You give an exasperated sigh when he pats his thigh.

“Don’t say shit like that to me Billy, you’re drunk.” You rest your fist on your hip, using the other to lean against the small counter. A flash of anger passes over Billy’s face but he stomps it down as quickly as it had reared up, pulling out the sweetest smile he can muster.

Raising the half empty beer he sloshes it’s contents about in the metallic cylinder, “Same beer sense I got here.” He sets it back on the floor, cocking his finger towards you. “Come sit on my lap, pretty girl. Now.”

There’s this edge to his voice that makes your muscles tense as Billy lulls his head to the side, watching you like a wolf would watch a lost sheep. You knew how to manage Billy’s anger, came with the territory, but there has been a number of instances where his demeanor puts even you on edge.

Gingerly walking towards him, you settle onto the couch instead of where he insisted, the twitching muscle in his jaw not going unnoticed on your part. “What’s wrong with you?” You finally ask, having kept the question to yourself since he showed up in a huff earlier in the night.

Billy grips your knee, large hand smoothing up and down the soft fat of your thigh, scrunching up your skirt as he goes, little by little. He hums quietly to himself before looking as your face.

“You’re such a pretty little thing, have I ever told you that?” You shake your head, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “No? Mmm I’ve clearly been screwing up then, I’m just gonna have to tell you all the time to make it up to you.” His words are sticky sweet but there is still that tension visible in the outline of his jaw as his gaze travels over you.

“Billy, what are you doing? What the fuck Is the matter wi-“ Suddenly the fingers are wrapping around your jaw, drawing your face to his. The reigns he’s held on his emotions are quickly slipping with each word that leaves you mouth and he’s not sure how much longer he can keep his composure.

You freeze up, eyes wide as he gives your head a little shake, baby blue eyes searching your face. “How can such a pretty mouth say such dirty fucking words.”

Billy presses his lips to yours in a searing kiss, holding you in place even as you protest. He tastes of cigarettes and cherry chapstick, an odd combination not entirely unpleasant. He slants his lips over yours, tongue delving into your warm mouth taking dominance as his other hand wraps around the back of your thigh. He drags you onto his lap, your thighs cage his hard hips, and a whimper creeps from your throat as your cunt settles against the rough fabric of his jeans.

Managing to pull away you gasp for air, the feeling of Billy surrounding you, overloading your senses, and the few beers you had earlier, makes your brain groggy.

“B-Billy… shouldn’t do this… friends don’t do this…”

He looks at you coolly, his face doesn’t giving anything away as he hums, stroking a large hand over the swell of your ass, finger tips dragging just underneath the cotton of your pink panties as your small hands circle the wrist holding your jaw.

“That’s not the issue here dolly. The issue is that mouth of yours, you need to be taught a lesson.” He grips your ass so forcefully your hips buck in pain, dragging yourself along the fly of his jeans with a ragged whimper.

“S-stop… y-y-you’re being mean.”

“‘You’re being mean.’” Billy mocks, slipping his hand from your chin to circle your throat, applying enough pressure to pull you close and whisper in your ear. “You haven’t seen mean baby girl.”

Bills hand collides with your ass making you scream out in pain. Instinctively you try to scramble away but the hand that was on your throat is now wrapping around your waist hosting you up until your sternum meets his hard shoulder. Another slap has your fingers digging into the meat of his bicep as you squirm and yell.

“What’s the fuck are you doing?!”

Slap.

“Billy quit!”

Slap.

“S-Stop, yo-you’re fucking hurting me!”

Slap.

You are in tears, crying out after every sharp string of his palm connecting with your flesh, and you are positive there will be bruises by tomorrow.

Slap.

“Pl-please, please Bil-ly.” You hiccup, limply laying over his shoulder, strength giving out on you as you rest your head against the back of the couch. Billy’s stops at the crack in your voice, he lets his hold on you loosen, allowing your body to slip back onto his lap and you hide your face against his shoulder, unable to stop from sobbing.

Your guts are churning, apart of you wants to run away and hide from this version of Billy who just laid his hands on you. But another part wants to curl in closer, hold onto the man you call your best friend as he tries to comfort you.

“Shhh pretty girl. You did good, taking your punishment so well for me.” His lips ghost over the shell of your ear as he rubs your back, trying to soothe you. One of your hands curls into his shirt, the other still has a firm grip on his bicep, nails leaving angry indents that are sure to stay for a day or two if they didn’t bruise.

“N-no more.” You whimper, pressing your face in tighter as a tremble rakes down your spine.

“If you had listened to me about cussing the first time we would of never came to this. All you had to do was listen to me.” Your brain scrambles for a moment before you realize Billy is referring to the first time you two had met.

He had picked you out of a group of girls surrounding a lunch table, chattering away about whatever was the latest news at the time. You remember Billy walking up and leaning into the table in front of you, effectively shutting up the loud group by pointedly staring you down.

“What’s your name, dolly?” He’d grinned, a toothpick hanging out of the corner of his mouth. Your nose had wrinkled, scrunching your beautiful face, as you looked him over. Dark wranglers, with a red button up half opened with tuffs of chest hair poking over. Your eyes had locked back with his as he smiled wider, showing off perfectly white teeth.

“None of your damn business.” The cocky grin had fallen slightly, the girls to your left had giggled at your remark. You held his stare with a smirk, long enough to get accustomed to his features before he stood up straight again.

“A girl like you shouldn’t be using language like that, better knock it off before someone puts you in your place.” Then he was walking away, leaving you stunned, fuming, and very intrigued.

Billy’s hand is now squeezing your hip, sucking you back into the present. “You with me?”

Leaning back you stare at the blond boy in shock, “You… spanked me because I cuss? Billy you cuss! A-all of our friends cuss!” Tears are still streaming down your checks at the pain, thighs shaking with the effort to keep yourself from sitting on his lap as he clicks his tongue to his teeth.

“They aren’t you, pretty girls like you don’t cuss. ‘S life your acting like some dirty whore and you aren’t.” There’s that tension in his jaw again but you stream forward, uncaring about the possible repercussions, as your own anger settles in your veins.

“Don’t cuss? Don’t cuss?! Well news flash asshole it’s 1985 and women aren’t prim and proper little house wives that men like YOU get to walk all over!!” You yell in his face as you wrestle against the arm still locked around your waist, smacking and pushing against his chest as he struggles to keep his hold on your flailing body. “Let me go!”

Billy tries to sit up, tries to flip you onto your back on the couch but you tip too far backwards, making you tumble to the ground, taking him with you with a surprise yelp. The hardwood floor knocks the breath from your chest as Billy lands on top of you, he’s quick to get on his knees though, caging you in between his thighs.

He snatches both your hands up into one of his, taking advantage of your surprise state and pinning you down. You don’t make it easy for him though. You begin to squirm relentlessly, profanities flying from your lips one after the other as you struggle to free yourself. “If you don’t let me up right now Billy Hargrove I will never fucking forgive you!”

He reaches for his belt, unfastening it with inhuman speed and rips it from the loops. Your eyes grow wide but before you can say anything else the belt is smacking against the wall across the room with a resonating THUD.

Billy easily flips you over despite your protest, manhandling you and repositioning your arms so they are pinned behind your back. He lifts you up until your knees are digging into the unforgiving wood and you’re kneeling in front of him.

“W-what are you doing?” You still at the sound of his zipper sliding down, then the feeling of his warm hand bunching your skirt over your ass makes you gasp, the rush of air making you feel almost dizzy.

“Well I had the thought in mind to give you a reward after taking your punishment so well but I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson, dolly.” Billy tugs your arms, making you wince at the strain in your shoulders.

You want to look at him, he can’t be serious, this is all just some wild dream your brain has conjured up after Eddie rolled that blunt a few hours ago. It has to be.

You want to convince yourself of it, but as Billy smooths one callused hand across the roughed up skin of your ass causing a strangled whine to push out of your lungs you know there is no point. This is real, this is your Billy.

“Fuck… wish you could see how beautiful you look with my hand print on your ass.” Billy gives the bruised skin another firm slap making you cry out, tugging your arms against his grip.

Shaking your head quickly you whimper, “Please, no more… I can’t take anymore Billy.”

His laugh is dark, sinister above you and something inside your gut clenches, a delirious throbbing shoots through your body as Billy hooks his fingers into the elastic of your underwear.

“Oh baby… you’ll take whatever I give you. Every last bit of it.” He tugs your underwear down, the crotch sticking to your lips from arousal. “Shit… look at that pretty little pussy, soaking wet just for me.” He brushes a fingers between your lips, causing you to jerk in surprise. “Fuck you’re dripping, you like this don’t you? You like the feeling of me taking control of you… don’t you slut?”

He emphasizes the question with a thrust of his fingers, sinking two thick digits deep into your heat. Your soft cry fills the room, a mixture of pain and pleasure that has your head dropping, chin resting against your chest. Billy pulls you back towards him, thrusting and curling his fingers at a slow, agonizing pace that has your brain swimming in delirium.

Billy’s expert fingers have your moaning within seconds, hitting a spot inside you that has your toes curling in your socks, head rolling to the side, panting with your efforts to keep still. The stretch burns, his fingers working a spot on your gummy walls that has you biting your lip with the efforts not to moan out.

“Think about how much better this would feel if it was my cock splitting you open.” His breath is hot against the shell of your ear, causing your hips to stutter, rocking back against his hand taking him impossibly deeper. “You’d let me fuck your stupid, wouldn’t you? Lay there completely helpless waiting on me to tell you what to do. My good little fuck toy.”

You’re panting harder, giving up fighting yourself as you begin to grind your hips down onto his fingers, chasing that familiar tightness of your impending orgasm, pulling at the muscles of your stomach and shaking your thighs. You aren’t sure how much more you can take when suddenly Billy is pulling out.

He slips his fingers from your cunt dragging out a whine that sounds all too needy on your end. “Shh, open your mouth.” Billy instructs, releasing you hands at last letting you slump back against his chest, all too aware of his hard cock pressing against your sore ass.

Craning your neck you look at him, his eyes are glazed over and hooded with lust and a light dusting of pink on the apple of his cheeks are the only indication of what is transpiring between you. His demeanor a stark contrast to your shaken state.

Billy hovers his slick covered fingers over your lips and you clench your teeth together, shaking your head. Using his other hand he wraps his fingers around your jaw, squeezing painfully. “Open your fucking mouth.” The drop in his voice, the absolute venom makes new tears spring to your eyes as you obey, letting your jaw go slack in his grip.

The mixture of your salty arousal and the taste of his skin evade your taste buds, heavy fingers pressing down on your tongue and slipping to the back of your throat. You gag slightly, instinctively swallowing around him, spit flooding your mouth.

“Good girl, suck on my fingers just like that baby.” Billy coos, slipping his hand from your chin to your waist, lifting you hips ever so slightly. “Just need to keep that mouth occupied don’t we dolly? Yeah dumb little sluts like you just need a little help.”

And as much as you despised it, as much as you hate Billy in this moment you follow his orders without protest, sucking his fingers free of your cum with a soft moan as you screw your eyes shut.

It tastes… so good. Your cunt is aching, clamping down on nothing with need.

The oral fixation distracts you long enough for Billy to release you and pull his aching dick free of his boxers. You jump and whine when you feel the tip of his cock aligning with your entrance, slipping between your folds gathering your slick and bumping against your neglected clit.

“Shh, shhh it’s okay, you’re doing so good keeping that little mouth quiet for me. See what happens when you follow my rules? Good girls get taken care of. Good girls get to feel amazing, and you want to feel amazing too don’t you baby?”

At any moment you knew you could tell Billy that you really had, had enough, that he had crossed a line and that your friendship is destroyed after what he did… but instead you shift your legs farther apart, inviting him to do what he wants.

Billy hisses through his teeth, cock twitching in his grip as he aligns himself back with your hole, tongue caught between his teeth as he realizes what’s about to happen. Billy gives you a once over, taking in the flush on your face and the desperate grind of your hips as he continues to gather your arousal over the head of his cock. One of your hands finds his thigh, gripping the loss denim as the other digs into his arm as he leans into your ear. “Hold on.”

He sinks into you with one powerful thrust, fingers muffling the inhuman noise that rips your throat apart. Billy sets a relentless pace, fucking up into you as he moans into your neck not letting you adjust to his girth stretching you apart. “Fuck- pussys so tight dolly, taken me soo fucking well.” You can only whine and whimper in response, obscure versions of his name spilling over his fingers buried in your mouth, like the drool that is trailing down to his wrist.

A few more thrusts and he finally pulls his fingers out of your mouth, letting you moan freely, gripping your hips for leverage as he pounds into you, stretching you wide and hitting spots you didn’t know existed until now.

“Ah… mmmm Billy… f- don’t stop.” You barely catch yourself, the word nearly slipping between moans and pants as you try and hold onto reality.

Billy huffs a soft laugh, the sound of skin hitting skin nearly burying the sound in the four walls of the trailer. “Tell me how much you like my cock baby.”

“F-feels so good… Ah Billy… l-Like your cock.” Dirty talk never was an instrument used when you had other men in your bedroom, it was always rushed sex, and needy moaning followed by awkward glances as they found their clothes and left. All the things that left you unsatisfied by the end of the night.

But as your pained tears turn to pleasured sobs Billy slows his ministrations, hard deep thrusts that cause his blunt mushroom head to bruise your cervix to the point you are seeing stars behind your eyelids.

“Been thinking about this little pussy for months, fuck- imagining the mess I would make of you, have you…” a rough groan breaks up his words after a particularly harsh roll of his hips, “begging me to fuck you.” If the arm Billy had slipped across your sternum to fondle your breasts hadn’t of been there you’d of fallen forward, Billy’s strength being the only thing keeping you upright as his words flood your brain heightening your arousal.

You want to moan something intelligible, some kind of comeback like you always have ready, but Billy has made true of his word, and you are completely fucked dumb. The tightness in your stomach is ready to snap, your cunt clinching around his cock as it drags along your velvety walls.

“M close…” Reaching behind yourself, you capture a fist full of Billy’s blond hair, arching your back at just the right angle for his cock to slam into your sweet spot. His name rolling off your tongue between each thrust.

‘Just one more thrust.’

‘One more glide of his dick and I’m going to break.’

‘It’s right in reach.’

Billy growls low in your ear, slamming you down on his dick and stilling your movements completely. A shrill cry of disappointment escapes you, struggling to reach the high you so desperately want as you rut back into Billy’s hips. You pull at his hair, nails digging into his forearm as you slip farther and farther away from your climax.

“Please… please Billy please.” Twisting your head you finally look at him, his pupils are blown out and he’s panting as fast and hard as you are, sweat covers his neck and forehead causing the curling hair to stick to his skin.

“Good girls get to cum on my dick. Are you going to be a good girl for me? Gonna stop cussing, and dirtying up that beautiful little mouth?”

“Yes Billy, yes! I promise!” You would say anything to cum at this point, the ache of denial thrumming through your body. Billy knew this too, could read it on your face, on every little tear that slips across the swell of your cheek and down the column of your throat.

“How do I know you’re telling the truth, dolly? ‘M just supposed to take your word for it?”

You nod frantically, tugging at his hair as breathy little whines slip over your lips. Your cunt is clinching around his cock, seeking any friction to ease the ache. “Need you Billy please…please don’t stop.”

Billy laughs softly, shaking his head as he looks you over, your skirt doing a pathetic job of covering your stuffed pussy while your shirt is tugged one way and pulled up over your stomach. “Don’t know, dolly. We gotta make sure you’re gonna follow the rules. What’s gonna help you remember?”

‘As if my sore ass wasn’t going to be enough.’

You shake your head, hair wild about your face as you look up at Billy pleadingly. “I’ll remember, Billy. No more cussing, I promise.”

‘Move, please move.’

You don’t know how much more you can take of just sitting here, the tip of his dick pressed tightly against your cervix.

A wicked smile grows across Billy’s lips and he slips his free hand into your hair, wrenching your head to the side, exposing your neck. “I know just the thing… let’s call it a visual aid, shall we?”

Before you can respond Billy sinks his teeth into your flesh, drawing out a sharp scream as pain blooms across your already sensitive nerves. “Billy!” The grip on his hair becomes impossibly tighter, nails digging into his scalp as the slight metallic tang of blood stains his tongue as he sucks on the delicate skin. You try to wriggle out of his grip, causing him to hunker down, sucking and biting harder at your soft skin.

After what felt like hours but was merely minutes, Billy finally let’s go, satisfied with his handiwork, he darts his tongue across his copper colored lips as he inspects the wound.

You are visibly shaking, head swimming like you might pass out as you attempt to catch your breath, neck burning as you try and process the cascade of feelings rushing through you. “Now you’ll always remember.”

Just as fast as he stopped Billy began fucking into you, a broken noise falling from your lips as all you can do is hold on for dear life. His fingers attack your clit, hauling you up towards your orgasm as quickly as he had denied it and you cry his name, screwing your eyes shut as white heat licks up your back and across your stomach.

“Bi-.” You can’t even finish your sentence, your orgasm seizing ahold of your body sending you into a silent scream, head thrown back, body clenching around his. Billy moans low in his chest, eyebrows knitting together as he presses his face into the back of your shoulder as he continues his aggressive movements, fucking you through the waves of pleasure pulsing through you.

“F-fuck… FUCK!” Billy’s hips stutter, his cock twitching as he reaches his orgasm, painting your walls with rope after rope of hot cum. You mewl at the feeling, over whelmed with sensation as his thrusts become shallow, letting your pussy milk his cock. His hands roam your body, soft praises ringing in your ears as he smooths the hair from your face as your head fall back against his shoulder.

The room is spinning slightly, your head heavy with exhaustion as you both catch your breath. Your grip has gone completely slack, fingers numb where they now hang at your sides. “Took me so well baby, I knew you’d do so good.” He trails a finger along your jaw, murmuring softly as something in your chest swells slightly at his praise.

Licking your lips you suck in a deep breath, “Billy…”

“Yes princess?”

“Don’t ever…” you swallow shakily. “Don’t ever put your hands on me again. If you promise me that I will never cuss again, but if you ever pull another stunt like that I will rip your world apart, Billy Hargrove.”

Your threat hangs in the air thick and heavy, Billy silent for a moment before he nods against your skin, a soft brush of his lips slipping over the back of your neck. “I promise, sweet girl.” He smiles at your venom, wrapping his arms tighter around your body as you relax into his embrace.

What this means for your relationship is completely unknown, it could all end in flames, but burning with Billy Hargrove didn’t sound to bad.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove smut #Billy Hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x f!reader #smut #stranger things

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ggukiepie · 2 years

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as it was

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: you bump into jungkook days after you find out he has a girlfriend; things don't go so well

tags: bil!couple, college!au, bff!jk, two idiots in love, angst :(, oc is going thru it she's in her emo era, jk is kinda mean idk you be the judge of that, some flashbacks here and there

warnings: none

wc: 1.1k

a/n: well...i'm back LOL been in my feels lately and was listening to deja vu while writing this but the title is after a harry styles song so there's that. this wasn't supposed to be the next installment but i didn't like what i wrote before so here u go !! sorry for being gone for so long hope you like it guys <33 / series masterlist / main masterlist

You watch him hand her coffee. It’s the one from your favorite café. You’re already deep in your feelings, so you make yourself believe it’s the same order he’d always get for you.

“Again, Kook?” you laugh as he hands you your favorite coffee. “This is like, the third time in a week you bought coffee for me.”

He shrugs and smiles that smile you’ve fallen in love with—the one where his teeth are in full display and his dimples appear. “You’re having a busy week. Just wanna help in any way I can.”

You stand on your toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, Kook.”

Jiwoo’s just as tall as Jungkook, so she doesn’t have to tiptoe to kiss him. Not on the cheek. She’s Jungkook’s girlfriend, so she has every right to kiss him on the lips. And she does. And it makes Jungkook smile.

And it makes you want to cry.

But you’re done with crying over him (or so you think), so you turn around and take the long way to get to class. You don’t want to bump into Jungkook or Jiwoo. You don’t think you can face seeing them together, being all cuddled up and in love.

But you do feel bad since you’ve been avoiding Jungkook. He hasn’t done anything wrong and all of a sudden his best friend abandons him. He did try reaching out for a week, and then gave up all together. You just want to be selfish a little while longer, avoid them both and guard what’s left of your heart.

You make it to class and enter the room right as your professor is about to start his lecture. This is the class you share with Jiwoo, and you have a feeling Jungkook’s just dropped her off. At least you didn’t see him. You take your seat at the very back of the room and try to take down notes of the lecture. She’s sitting in the middle of the lecture room, coffee right there in your line of sight.

You try to listen intently, try to engage yourself in the lecture but it’s no use. The stupid cup of coffee is there and you can see there’s a little note in Jungkook’s handwriting.

In the middle of the lecture, you stand up with a sigh and make your way out to get a little bit of fresh air. Just to clear your head, to rearrange your feelings and your heart and make sure you’re all ok again. It shouldn’t even be that deep—your best friend’s dating someone else and that someone else isn’t you. It’s not like you ever confessed your feelings for Jungkook, nor did he do the same to you. So in reality, there was nothing ever going on between the both of you.

But your heart physically aches, so why does it feel like you’ve lost a part of you?

And because the world is cruel and loves to hurt people, you see Jungkook right outside the lecture room. He’s holding one of his favorite jackets, the one you’d always borrow.

He rolls his eyes as soon as you step out. “You really made me wait,” he deadpans. “I have class right now as well!”

You smile at him cheekily and grab the jacket from his hold. “Someone asked a question and it was interesting and I wanted to listen!”

He rolls his eyes at you but you know Jungkook isn’t mad. The moment you texted him to ask if he had a spare jacket he immediately replied that he was on the way to your classroom. You didn’t know it would be cold inside—usually the air conditioning is broken but you suppose today it just decided to work.

“You are such a nerd,” he sighs. “You secretly record every class of yours, __, you won’t miss anything.”

“Whatever!” You stick your tongue out at him and he reaches over to tickle your sides. “Kook!” you laugh and try to break away from him. It’s no use—he’s too strong and tall and you never stood a chance. He grabs your waist to carry you and place you on the other side of the hall, right by the lockers to trap you and tickle you even more.

“Gotta get back to class,” you say in between breaths, trying to tickle him as well.

“Okay, okay,” he finally says. He steps back and smiles at you. “See you after class?”

“Yup.” You kiss his cheek hastily and run back to the room. “See you!” you say over your shoulder.

You’re brought back to reality and try to say something, anything, to get rid of the silence.

Jungkook’s just as shocked as you, feet rooted on the floor and body unmoving.

“Hi,” you finally say, but it comes out hoarse and awkward. Like you aren’t talking to your best friend. Like you’re greeting a stranger.

“Hey, __,” Jungkook says back. He gulps nervously and smiles a little. “How are you?”

“Good,” you say. The standard reply. You hope he can’t tell you’re lying. “What’re you doing here?” you finally ask. But you think you know why.

“Oh…” He looks down at the jacket as if suddenly remembering he brought it with him. “Just, uhm…” He avoids your stare and it confirms your thoughts. You want to laugh at the situation you’re in. Of course. Of course something like this would happen to you.

“Wanted to give this to Jiwoo,” he finally says as he brings the jacket up. You nod and smile, trying to make yourself understand. Trying to make yourself let go. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be at all. Maybe he didn’t feel the same as you did. Maybe it was just friendship after all. Yeah, he’s loving her the same way he loved you before. But maybe it was a different kind of love. Not the kind you want, not the one you’ve been yearning for ever since you realized you’re in love with your best friend.

You read it all wrong, you finally realize. He doesn’t love you like that. It’s the same but it’s also different. The way he loves her—it’s out loud, simple, clear. No confusing thoughts, no what ifs or could be’s. He’s her boyfriend and she’s his girlfriend and that’s that.

You’re his best friend. Was.

And that’s that.

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3, 6, 23 ❤️❤️❤️

what are some fics that you go back and read again and again? one of my absolute favorites is Give Me Light, Give Me Life which has been orphaned but has all my favorite Winnix tropes and is extremely cute, I literally reach for this one first every time I want to reread something. I also love More Than a Team, which has some great outsider perspective on Dick and Nix as a couple and Nix being a great BIL to Ann. Also Cats & Dogs by some author you've probably never heard of. :3

what's a headcanon that you will die on that hill? tbh I'm at that point in this fandom where it's hard to clearly ID headcanon vs. Things That Are Just True, so here are some of my favorite "not technically clearly defined in the show" things in no particular order: Dick's shallow foxhole in Bastogne is just where he hangs out during the day when he's not actively at the CP, he shares Nix's more palatial one to huddle for warmth regardless if they're a couple yet. Mary Frank Sledge and various other close family members of The Boys are clumsily accepting of their relationships - or at least very don't ask don't tell about why Babe moved to Louisiana to live with a war buddy - because it did historically happen (read Coming Out Under Fire by Allan Berube if you haven't already!) and the world is depressing enough without needing to drag it into my pretendy fun times. Joe genuinely does like to read and while isn't as formally educated as Web does grow to like swapping books with him and getting into heated debates about them. When they move in together post war, he's a very critical but ultimately constructive editor of Web's articles and books. Ron becomes penpals with Lip's mom while he's in Korea. Not explicitly headcanon but it's historical truth that Gene Sledge would occasionally send the paper letter version of an angry group chat to Burgie, Snaf and their other friends when he didn't like folks interviewing him for books about the war and that is 100% a thing he and Dick both do lol. Harry often house sits for Dick and Nix's dog when they're off on adventures. Harry has also clocked them as a couple from the instant he stepped in on them arguing in "Currahee" and is just The Ultimate Bro and never says anything.

what's your favorite wip of yours? as you well know, I don't have a lot of wips currently, but I have been meaning to brush off some old finished unplublished fics including a sequel to the sledgefu soulmate au fic I posted on AO3 a million years ago and a daemon au thing with Snaf and Mary Frank Sledge.

#band of brothers #the pacific #hbo war #hbowar

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Now Experiencing: College Tours

My sister, and my cousin, are in college right now. Honestly, they are doing college the way I wished I had done college. As I am no longer a student, always in my mind but not stuck to one institution, I am helping them both and getting to relive my college experience through them.

My Background:

I did very well in elementary school, middle school, and high school. I graduated a scholar with honors from Edison High School. Early in my high school experience, I fell in love with FIDM. I remember, I was in a class researching colleges and looked at all the flags on the wall and at the end was a boot. What the boot? I have a very good knack for design and fashion and building and branding. I got accepted my 2nd year of high school. My first year of college was a massive slap in the face. I should of switched majors to marketing, but I stuck to it. I use parts of my degree today, but I have a couple of regrets on how I went about my college experience. What I would do differently if I could:

I would try a class in high school or even community college during summer and see if you really like it or the idea of it.

I would really shop around more, and ask students that actually went there what is true and not true about what the college claims to do.

At the end of the day, I use my college not in a direct way-any job I have had that was utilizing my direct experience got me fired. Funny I know. I ended up falling into the family legacy of real estate and have done well for myself all things considered.

My College Experience (Living Vicariously):

I graduated college in 2012, that is now 12 years ago. My younger family members are currently in community college. One wants to get into accounting and the other wants to get into a plant major. So, when my sister was like, "Tour colleges?" "Hell Yeah!". I skipped that step, at least actually comparing colleges. We toured 3, me with two different majors in mind:

UCI: University of California Irvine-Now, I am sure this is a great school. But to me and my sister-this felt like a bad movie set of a movie we did not want to watch. Huge campus, walking tour of almost 2 hours. Growing and under construction too. I was ok with it for my cousin, they had a great looking greenhouse. But I was meh for my sister. We had to pay for parking.

CPP: Cal Poly Pomona: I had my BIL friend graduate from here and already knew of it and was so excited for this one after Irvine. It is a great fit for either accounting or plants. It was so pretty. It was a very good price, not much more than Fullerton but less than Irvine. I believe parking was free for this one.

UCF: University of California Fullerton-We were actually going to just go with Pomona but an associate of mine said to at least consider Fullerton. For accounting, the piece of paper is so much more important-plus all the aspects that modern employers demand of young working youth. Fullerton is in a great location, good size school, good budget, and so much bang for your buck. You had to pay for parking.

Why were we looking at these? These are the schools that they can get into with an AA (special for transfer). Things I was considering was: how likely were they going to be involved in activities, the people that would be around them, the education itself, the location compared to where they live, the price. I love Fullerton for my sister and Pomona for my cousin. It was also kind of funny, kind of sad, but so many parents were there with their kids for the tours! I don't remember mine doing that, and me and my sister were usually the only non parent child group. But I had a blast doing it, and I suggest everyone shop around when making a decision that will change, for better or worse, the rest of your life. I would gladly do that for anyone that needs it again!

#rant #pixabay #UCI #UCF #CPP #university of california irvine #cal poly pomona #university of california fullerton #transfer #associate of arts #bachelors of arts #college #adulting #family #college tours #education #experience #FIDM

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I never have weird family crap happen. My family has traditionally been very happy and boring. We sweep a lot of stuff under the rug, but I’m an adult and most stuff doesn’t bug me.

If you’re reading my current wip you know that this year I had a double whammy. I broke my fingers, which made it hurt to type, and I had some family drama that I never, ever expected.

tw: transphobia, homophobia

Literally never thought I’d have to put a transphobia or homophobia warning on any personal post of mine but here we are.

I don’t plan on having kids, so me and my nephew are very close. He’s nine, so sweet, and the apple of my eye.

He’s also very gnc and always has been. He regularly asks to wear barrettes and lip gloss and nail polish, which his parents say no to. But he also literally says things like i want to be a girl or I want to look like a girl. He puts on these tap shoes I gave him (because he likes the click sound it makes). His father rolls his eyes at that and my sister ignores it.

So I’ve just assumed that he’s gonna fall somewhere on the rainbow at some point and when he tells me I’ll nod and say I love him, possibly use a different pronoun or name (his nickname is not gender specific) and take him to his first pride. Life will go on.

Apparently not!

In June I got into a new roommate situation where he was going to be able to spend the night at my house. We immediately plan a super fun slumber party. Ice cream, pizza, scary movies, etc.

Of course I was also planning to let him use my nail polish and put on my dresses.

Then my sister says he can’t come.

Why? My roommate is trans and non binary and they don’t want Alex to be around us “unchaperoned,” but that they’d be happy to come with him to my house for a visit.

I tell her they’re not welcome! Then I unleash every piece of venom I have for homophobic, transphobic trash that I’ve wanted to unleash on twitter trolls for years. I’ve been told it was awesome. I barely remember because I was lost in an absolute rage.

The worst part is what’s happening to that poor kid. Because “God made him a boy, and he’s going to stay a boy.” Literally words that came out of my sister’s mouth. Because that’s totally something a cis kid’s mother says.

The worst part for me personally is that she brought God in to justify this hate. Or maybe it was when she said she’s not bigoted she just “doesn’t accept our lifestyle choices.”

We are but gentle nerds. My roommate catches and pins bugs for fun. My idea of a good time is the Disney sing-a-long ball they throw here in Austin every year because I get to sing and dress like a princess.

My brother confronted my brother in law about this about a week after it happened and my bil said he feels I live a double life and I’m very “worldly.”

Unless he knows about my ao3 account I don’t know what he’s talking about. Y’all, I’m boring.

So it’s been two months of no communication between me and my sister. I’ve cut her off. Even at my brother’s wedding, we smiled for the pictures but then I sat at another table. With all my queer cousins lol.

My mother has pleaded with me to talk to her so I said I would. We’re meeting on neutral ground (mom’s house) in an hour.

I feel nothing but wrath on behalf of my nephew, my roommate, and myself. I feel like a Mexican boxer about to step into the ring. I’m small but fierce. I can’t do much, but if my icing her out helps that kid grow up in any way, it’s worth it.

Oh and for those worried about my roommate, they are fine. They would find it hilarious if an innocent kid weren’t involved, they say.

Wish me luck. 🌈🌈🌈

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what if when neil found out steve and billy are dating, instead, he goes and beats the shit out of Steve to teach billy a lesson

“billy, shut up or i’m telling steve!”

the pause in the air was so pregnant that nobody dared to move.

billy felt his pulse shoot up so high he was sure he was going to vibrate off of the chair he sat on. he could see the fork in his hand wobble more and more violently as he willed it to stay still.

this was exactly what happened last time.

being too joke-y and playful, max saying something just incriminating enough, and the whole universe coming to a pause, just to jeer and laugh at poor billy hargrove.

the dinner was nice, one of the better ones susan had made, and everyone in the house was smiling.

max and billy were closer than ever, even before the move out to indiana, and felt like true siblings, much to the delight of both parents.

neils nose scrunched. he looked back and forth around the table before raising his steel eyes to meet max’s.

“who’s steve?”

max knew she’d done it this time. she was cornered and her face was burning with shame for what she brought on billy, what she brought on herself, what she brought on the house.

“one of billy’s friends. he babysits dustin sometimes. drives him around, ya know?”

max sounded causal. and it wouldn’t have been suspicious had the room not had a tense air that hadn’t been present prior to the move.

“friend?” neil moved his eyes over to billy, who instantly straightened his posture and set his face as blank as possible. “billy, you’re finally making good friends here?”

billy’s eyes scanned up and down his fathers figure before nodding, “yes, sir,”

neil smiled, “well, that’s great to hear,” and continued eating his vegetables.

billy didn’t move. this seemed like a trick.

there is no way that neil hargrove had so easily brushed off a comment like that without causing a fit or threatening to kill.

billy could still feel the phantom pains that came with the beating after neil had found out about harry.

billy had never experienced that much pain, never felt so fearful for his life as his dads boot pressed into his neck.

how bad it hurt when neil ripped out his original earring and pulled out his hair.

how he couldn’t sit straight for weeks, but still forced himself to in order to seem proper and kind and sweet, like the good son he is.

billy remembers the crunch of his ankle when he fell down to the floor. he remembers the threat on his life if neil even found a trace of billy acting the way he did.

worst of all, he remembers the way his heart ripped itself in half, every string connecting it being brutally ripped and burned on the ends to ensure there was no connecting it back together on the night he told harry he was leaving.

told him not to stay in touch, not to find his new number or his new address. not to even so much as think about billy for too long, in fear that neil would just know.

how he sat in the johnson’s backyard sunroom in the late afternoon and sobbed in harry’s arms.

how he had his right leg on the side of the couch, a big blue cast making it heavier and the splint he had on his wrist making it hard to grab at harry’s shirt.

how harry stroked at his hair and never mentioned the patch in the back that was gone, completely bald in that one spot. never mentioned how billy’s earring had moved sides and how there were three small stitches holding the other ear together.

and, now, billy having to see neil sit at a table and act like nothing happened, he almost felt more afraid than he did then.

monday morning, after billy’s weekend from hell. and no, it’s not what you’re thinking.

billy didn’t get hit once. didn’t get any dirty looks or obsessive nagging from neil.

of anything, neil seemed to smile at billy more that weekend.

billy didn’t dare step out of line, though. he offered to do dishes every night and did everyone’s laundry. he sat in the family room at night and was kind and sweet. didn’t leave the house once, nor did he make any phone calls.

and he was more on edge than ever.

driving him and max to school that day was like a breath of fresh air. even if it was kinda cow-shitty air, it wasn’t neil’s air.

billy pulled up to the middle school curb to let max out, but she didn’t move.

when billy turned to look at her, he saw her staring, slack jawed at something in the high school parking lot.

when billy turned his head, he wished he hadn’t seen it.

steve.

steve with his arm in a cast and sitting in a sling. steve with his face bloodier and more bruised than billy had ever made it look. steve waking with a limp as he got into the school doors.

“you don’t think—“ max couldn’t even finish her sentence before billy felt rage take over his entire body.

“get out. go to class. if i don’t pick you up today, go home with one of your friends. do you understand?”

max quickly said yes and got out of the car, billy whipping into his usual parking space before getting out and running, yes running, to steve, who was still trying to get through the front door.

“steve—“ billy stopped a few feet away as steve finally got the door open and walked into the halls.

billy chased after him, which wasn’t hard (steve was limping) but the sheer amount of people in the halls was hard to get around.

“steve! steve, stop!” billy forced himself through the hallways, never remembering them being this crowded before, or maybe that was his anxiety talking.

“steve,” billy finally stopped as he got in front of steve.

“billy, i really don’t want to talk to you right now,”

steve’s eyebrows did that weird thing where they scrunch in the middle and make the ends push down. they make him look more tired than he already is.

“no, no!” billy was freaking out. even without looking, he knew his hands were shaking worse than they ever had before.

“just—“ billy looked around before seeing the boy’s bathroom, gently pushing steve through the doors before locking the two of them in there together.

“bil—“

“is anyone in here!?” billy asked as he peaked under the stalls and checked every inch of the bathroom.

“this is my fault, but you gotta tell me what happened, steve,”

“i—i don’t even know!” steve looked around the bathroom as he leaned, defeated, against the wall next to the towel dispenser.

“you don’t know!?” billy was shouting, “did he come to your house? was this like an ambush thing? did he say anything to you? you have to give me something, steve!”

“i—i,” steve was floundering for the words to tell billy.

“he just— saturday night, i was coming home from dustins and i had to stop and pick up some milk from the 24-hour store and i came out and three of my tires were slashed.

“so i set down my stuff at the car and go back in to ask to use a phone, but someone yanks me back to the alley behind the store and beats the shit out of me, billy!”

billy was rubbing his hands over the stubble on his chin as he tried to process steve’s story.

“told me to stay the fuck away from his son and that he’d kill me if he found out i even looked at you again, alright! all while he’s shoving his foot into my elbow, but not before he pulls up on my wrist and breaks my arm!”

“oh my god,” billy stumbles backwards until his back hits the wall between the sinks, then he starts to slide down until he’s sitting on the floor, forcing himself not to cry.

steve huffs out something that sounds like “yeah” before moving to sit down too.

“did you tell anyone?”

“i didn’t know if i should,”

“you didn’t tell anyone!?”

“what was i supposed to say!?”

“that a psycho jumped you in the alley! what did you tell the hospital?”

steve was quiet for too long.

“you went to the hospital, right!?”

“not... exactly,”

“you fixed your own broken arm?”

“no.” steve looked down then around at the stalls, “i had jonathan help me,”

“steve!”

“well i needed someone to pick me up and i knew he wouldn’t ask questions!” steve admits. “would you want me to tell people?”

yes.

billys first thought. of course steve should have called the cops or gone to a hospital. neil hargrove should be arrested for what he did to steve.

no.

the logical part of billy’s brain says. if they take him to court over something like this, it could have too many repercussions.

for one, neil could tell everyone that his son and steve harrington are gay and fucking each other.

plus, it would force neils... home tendencies to come up at some point, and if it didn’t work out in a pretty liberal cali, then nobody in conservative indiana is going to berate neil for ‘taking care of’ his gay son.

it’s a lose-lose situation.

“billy?”

his blue eyes snap back to steve’s face: still kind and reassuring with the huge, grotesque scabs and swelling scattered everywhere.

“it’s why he didn’t do anything,”

the comment, said mostly to billy himself, caught steve’s interest, “what?”

“max... talked about you at dinner friday, and he didn’t do anything. i was waiting all weekend for him to snap and he never did, smiled more, even. now i know why,”

they sat together in thought for a while, a good ten minutes after the late bell rang, before billy cleared his throat.

“you said he slashed your tires?”—steve nodded—“you get ‘em replaced?”—steve nodded again—“did you drive yourself to school today?”

“yea—billy where is this going?”

before steve even got a read on billy’s face, the bathroom door was unlocked and swinging open, billy racing out.

steve, crippled as he may be, managed to get off the floor with his bum leg and broken arm, walking after a brief glimpse of billy as he turned corners before leaving out to the student parking lot.

billy was at steve’s car before he was, reaching through the open windows and popping the trunk, bitching about how steve needs to roll his windows up because people are gonna steal his car.

he reached into the trunk and grabbed the nail bat he knew steve would have there (the bat goes where steve goes).

“hey! billy!” steve is yelling to an empty parking lot, the only response being steve’s trunk slamming shut and billy marching over to his own car before getting in and screeching out of the lot.

steve was still standing there, speechless, as he watched the quick blue car shoot down the road.

steve, ever being the hero, limped back to the school, rifling through his pockets for loose change to push into the phone before dialing the byers house.

joyce picked up after two rings.

“hello, byers house,”

“is hopper there!?” his voice came out scratchy and worn.

“steve?”

“joyce! is hopper there?”

“he’s about to leave for work, why do yo—“

“put him on the phone! now!”

“o—ok,”

there’s rustling and muffled voices on the other line before steve hears hoppers gruff voice ask what he needs.

“i need you to do me a cop-like favor but as hopper, not a cop,”

“kid—“ hopper sighed and steve could just imagine him running a hand down his face. “i’ve gotta get to work and i don’t have t—“

“i think someone may be getting really hurt but i’ve been asked—well, not asked, but it’s been implied—that i shouldn’t get cops involved but i need you to do this for me, hopper!”

“is it... lab stuff?”

“no! this is like—halfway murder stuff!”

“who and where?”

“billy’s house. i think,”

hopper sighed and was quiet for a moment before giving a quick ‘i’ll go check it out,’

“not as a cop!”

“not as a cop,”

and steve felt useless. he knew he wouldn’t be able to go into class and feel ok.

hell, even if everything turned out alright, steve wasn’t sure when this fluttery, anxious feeling in his stomach would go away.

so, as a sane person would do, steve started slowly driving to billy’s house. not slowly, but the speed limit. just to give billy and hopper time to do something and steve wouldn’t get yelled at by billy for ‘getting in the middle of it.’

but when steve does get there, boy oh boy!

there’s a truck that’s got holes and dents all around it, windows smashed in and the wheels all flat, billy panting with the nail bat held limply in his hand.

neil, however, was standing on the porch, dressed ready for work, holding a shotgun at billy.

steve was parked a bit down the street, but the screaming could be heard with just his windows rolled down.

nothing sounded like anguished yells of pain, just hurtful jabs and ruthless words being spat back and forth.

steve couldn’t have wished harder for hopper to hurry the fuck up.

steve was intently watching the two men, both seeming to think they had the upper hand, when he heard the cocking of a gun taken off safety.

he sees billy’s blond hair start moving backwards, away from the house right as he catches a glimpse of a tan truck in his rear view mirror. hopper.

neither of the hargroves have noticed hoppers truck.

neil shoots a warning shot, one that goes a foot above billy’s head and into the wooded area in front of their house.

billy backs up quicker.

hopper turns his sirens on.

billy’s head shoots left to see the two cars.

neil’s finger lifts off the trigger.

hopper parks the truck, having already called for backup the second he saw neil holding a gun at his son.

he gets out, has that intimidating air about him that makes everything else quiet.

“we doin’ alright here?” hopper asks, hands resting on his belt, close to his gun.

“everything’s fine,” neil grits out.

“‘everything’s fine’ but you’re holding a gun at your boy. explain that to me,”

“listen here, pig, i don’t need you tellin me how i can raise my kids!”

“not questioning your parenting, just your choice of punishment,”

“he broke up my car!” neil yelled, hopper looked over to the (absolutely demolished) truck. “i told him, i told him he ain’t messin with what’s mine and the boy didn’t listen! so i’m just showin’ him how the real world is gonna come at him!”

“the real world is going to shoot him?” hopper asks with a quirk of his eyebrow.

billy has backed up all the way to the end of the driveway, behind where hopper was standing, and steve has gotten out of his car and was walking across neighboring lawns to get closer to billy.

he finally reaches billy.

“what the hell are you doing?” billy asks with wide eyes at steve, trying to keep quiet and not alert his dad and hopper.

“i—i’m not really sure,”

“jesus, you’re an idiot,” billy grumbles as he watches hopper and neil get closer as they talk.

the men are getting within ten feet of each other when hopper gets neil to put the gun down, even closes the part on his tool belt that has his gun.

neil comes off the porch, he and hopper are close, like two feet.

they’re talking quietly, and as much as steve and billy want to know what they’re saying, they don’t dare move any closer.

“—that boy!”

they only catch the end of the sentence, but neil is pointing at steve and hopper has his head turned with a disappointed look at steve.

“you couldn’t have waited in the car?” hopper groans and neil looks outraged.

“you’re telling me you support this abomination!? this is your doing, isn’t it? you allow things like this in your town? do you!?”

hoppers face looks calm.

“yeah, yeah i do,” he smiles, the mustache lifts with the rest of his face. then neil takes a swing at him.

they get into a brawl, but neil, however easy it is for him to beat up teenagers, can’t take hopper. not even on his best day.

hoppers backup shows up soon after, neil getting shoved into the back of a cop car with handcuffs (god, billy wishes he could get a picture of that).

hopper gets statements from steve and billy and susan and max. even mrs. garibaldi, the neighbor whose window looks right into the hargrove house and has written down dates and descriptions of what she sees (what a godsend, that woman is).

hopper has friends with high positions, good lawyer friends who don’t mind doing a good thing for a bad situation.

everything works out in the end.

plus, steve has a gnarley scar along the side of his neck, leading to his ear that billy enjoys kissing all the time. (and a lifetime of aches from waiting three days to do to the hospital for his backwards arm!)

#stranger things #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #steve x billy #tw homophobia #tw gun violence #tw guns #tw gun #tw abuse #mw harringrove #mediocre—writing

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mystrangerfics · 3 years

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You Always Got Me

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Description: Anon: 3 , 100 , 57 , 77 crying bill??? Thank you angle 😘

Work Count: 1953

Complete Story Warnings: Language, Sexual Themes, Violence, Suicide

You were done. So done. You had been dating Billy for almost a full year and it had not been without hardships. His relationship between him and his father had always led to him acting out and being hard to understand but you had thought moving in together would help him. It was almost like things had only gotten worse. He drank constantly, he would randomly become angry and distant. You could have gotten past all of it but when you came home to find him with another girl in your bed, you were done.

"Baby, Baby, please?" Billy begged as you began packing a bag, his mystery woman quickly putting her clothes on behind you.

"Please, what?!" You hollered as you ripped your bag back from his grasp.

"I can fix this," he whimpered and shook his head. He stood before you in nothing but his jeans that he had quickly pulled on and hadn't bothered to button or zip.

"No, you actually can't this time," you argued as you continued to throw things in your bag.

"But," Billy whimpered and tried grabbing the bag back from you again. "We're meant for each other."

"Then who the fuck is that?!" You screamed, pointing at the woman who darted out of the bedroom.

"She's no one! You're the only one I want to wake up next to," he tried to pull the bag from your grasp again.

"You sure have a funny way of showing it!" You snapped and pulled the bag back again, getting the rest of your clothes in it that you would need for now. You headed across the hall to the bathroom and Billy quickly followed.

"You can't leave me," he brokenly whimpered, picking at your stoned heart. "You always got me."

"I'm not doing this, Billy," you said, holding onto your resolve. "I put up with your nightmares even when you hit me or try to choke me in my sleep. Your constant mood swings where you're happy one minute and mad at me the next. I put up with your being jealous and suspicious of everything I do and everywhere I go. And now to come home to this! Go fuck yourself!"

"I'll do better. I can do better," he pleaded as he followed you down the hall. He saw you going to the door and quickly got in front of you, holding your arms as he dropped to his knees. "Please, baby. I love you. I love you so much," he cried and buried his face against your stomach. "Please?!"

Your eyes watered and you clamped them shut, cursing yourself. "Billy get off me," you tried and pushed at his shoulder softly. "Let me go!"

"No! You'll leave me," he cried and looked up at you. "I'll do whatever you want. I'll fix us. Please just tell me what you want me to do?"

"I want you to let me go," you said quietly after a moment. Billy whimpered in a pained manner before he pulled his arms from around you. "I loved you, Billy. I loved you so damn much and you just let it all go," you told him, explaining how you were feeling. "I want you out by Monday. I'm going to stay with my parents," you said after a moment, no longer able to stand his sobbing that was tearing you apart.

"Where am I supposed to go?" He sniffled and looked up at you.

"Maybe you can ask the girl you were fucking if she needs a roommate," you countered before walking around him, doing your best to hold onto your anger so you wouldn't break and give in to him.

"Please don't walk out that door?" Billy begged as his heart shattered to pieces in his chest.

You stopped at the threshold, knowing this moment would determine how the rest of your life would go. You hung your head as your eyes watered up and your chest ached with Billy's pain and your own. "Goodbye, Billy," you muttered before closing the door in time to block his loud sob.

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You returned to the house on Monday and debated going in upon seeing Billy's Camaro was still parked in the drive. You sighed before putting your car in park and getting out, you knew you were technically early. You hoped he was almost done packing and that you could avoid him until he left. You walked up to the door and walked in, glancing around a bit. Boxes were half packed around the living room, Billy's items appeared tossed in without much care or thought.

You quietly walked down the hall to the bedroom to find a box on the bed. Your eyes flared and you sniffled a little as one of Billy's denim jackets sat on top of the box. You reached out and gently ran your fingers over the material, having touched the jacket many times but you realized this could very well be the last. You looked away from it before you turned, seeing the light on in the bathroom and hearing the shower running. You slowly walked up to the door and rested your hand against it, trying to hear Billy in the room.

There was silence for a bit and you scrunched up your eyes. "Billy? Are you okay in there?" You asked, clearing your throat a little. "Billy? Can you hear me?" You asked when he didn't respond. "Bil-?" You were interrupted as you looked down, seeing water running out from under the door. "Billy?!" You hollered and violently shook the handle on the door, banging your shoulder against it. "Billy!" You screamed again before you backed up and kicked the door. You were glad it was cheap and gave on the third kick.

Your eyes landed on the tub and Billy laid in it, seeming to float in the water. A bottle of pills spilled over the floor and the water running over the sides. "Billy!" You tried as you quickly came over to the tub, stepping into it and hoisting his face out of the water. "Why are you doing this?" You whimpered to him as you held him against your chest and leaned back to unplug the tub, trying to drain it. You managed to fit your fingers into his mouth and pushed them to the back of his throat, wiggling them there. "Please, baby? Please?" You whimpered and when your fingers didn't work you felt for his pulse, finding a weak one. You jumped out of the tub and ran drenched through the house before getting the phone and calling for help.

You returned to the bathroom and knocked almost everything out of the medicine cupboard that was over the sink before finding the bottle you were looking for, Ipecac.

You crawled back into the tub with Billy, barely noticing the water still showering down on you both as you forced his mouth open and tipped the bottle into his mouth once you got off the cap. You held him to you while you waited and sobbed. You prayed he would wake up and you begged him to, hoping that in some way he would hear you.

When you had given up and rested your head down against his drenched hair you felt him tense before hearing a loud gag. A warm, thick substance covered your chest and you looked down to see Billy was throwing up the pills.

"That's it, baby. That's it," you quietly cooed and brushed back his hair, smiling in maddened relief. He groaned in a miserable tone before he weakly sat up and fell back on the tub. His eyes looked dazed as he stared at you, the water running over you both.

"Did I die?" He asked, seeming confused. "Is this my heaven?"

You sadly smiled at him and shook your head. "Billy you're going to be okay. The ambulance is coming," you explained.

He seemed stressed at this news and looked over, eyeing the pills that were scattered across the floor, wet from where the tub had run over. "You weren't supposed to be here til later."

"Well, it's a good thing I got here when I did. Billy, you could have died," you tried to explain, stressing the last word.

"What do you think i was trying to do?!" He asked, making you frown. "I can't move back in with my dad. I won't," he whimpered and you frowned.

"Billy, you could have told me. I can find somewhere else to stay," you offered.

"I don't fucking want that either. I just want-," he said before looking down, his eyes watering. "I just want you back." You looked down when his eyes came up, searching for yours. "I know I'm an asshole and complete shit to put up with but I love you," he tried. "I haven't loved anyone like I love you since my mom and it-," he cut off and shook his head.

You glanced back up to Billy now, he had never mentioned his mother or anything overly detailed about his childhood. He had always told you it wasn't your business and you had left it alone.

"It scares me. But the last thing I want is for you to leave me like she did," he whimpered and looked down, closing his eyes as they burned with tears. "I just need one more chance."

You frowned a little at him before you slowly crawled forward and rested your head on his chest, laying against his side. "You never told me about your mom," you said quietly and felt his arm wrap around your waist weakly. "What was she like?"

Billy was quiet for a few moments before a small smile came to his face. "She was a lot like you. She believed in me when no one did. She always loved me. She was really pretty," he said, his voice breaking down to a whisper on the last word.

"Well, wherever she is. I'm sure she misses you and she raised an amazing son," you told him, making him close his eyes and cry harder. He pulled you close to him and placed a kiss in your hair as you heard the sound of distant sirens.

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Billy was allowed to come home after being under observation all night. You had stayed with him and watched him sleep, not leaving his side. When he was discharged, you were waiting outside in your car. You gave him a smile as he got in and you pulled away from the hospital.

"So I was thinking," you told him as you kept your eyes on the road. "About everything you said and everything that has happened." You saw Billy look at you out of the corner of your eye. You stopped at an intersection and let the other cars go. "Billy Hargrove you get one more chance to turn things around and if-," you couldn't even finish your sentence before his arms were around you, hugging you tight.

"Yes. Whatever it is, yes. I'll do anything," he told you as he kept his hold on you. "Thank you, baby."

You looked at him when he finally pulled back a little before pressing a small kiss to his lips, making him smile. "I love you."

"I love you too, baby. So damn much," Billy whispered, making you smile. He leaned in to kiss you again before the car behind you honked since you'd been sitting at the intersection for too long. "Fuck 'em," Billy said with a smile before his hand slipped onto the back of your neck and he pulled you into another kiss, bringing a smile to your lips.

#billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove x reader #Billy Hargrove #stranger things #mystrangerfics #writing prompt #fic prompt #prompt request

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penguinwithitsarseonfire · 4 years

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Comin' At My Friends Like a Missile

| Part 1 | Part 2 (you’re here!) |

Paring: 12th Doctor x Reader

Word Count: 2,280

Warnings: none

Summary: After the awful encounter with the alien ironically named Karen, you and the Doctor end up on a short adventure to get some of this renowned candy floss. The mission? To put back a smile on Bill’s face.

You were waiting outside, behind that brilliant tent - which was surprisingly quiet considering what the front had been like. You and Bill sat on the ground, sitting on your jacket to protect yourselves against the dirt. You had your arm wrapped around her, holding her close as she processed what just happened.

Nardole suddenly emerged, carrying a tray of four candy floss cones. He held them in the air and Bill whooped in delight. “Finally!”

Which was when Nardole tripped on the uneven ground.

The four cones of candy floss flew into the air. The sun shone behind them, casting them in a warm yellow glow and making them shine. You watched in awe as those sugary clouds changed colour, from indigo, pink, teal, and deep blue. They were ethereal.

Then, along with Nardole behind them, they smacked dramatically into the dirt.

You gasped, running over to help Nardole up. “Oh my goodness, Nardole, are you okay?”

He nodded, dusting off his pants. “Who, me? Nah, I’m freaking bullet proof.”

“No you’re not,” the Doctor said, and Nardoles face fell. The Doctor shrugged. “I didn’t have the budget.

Bill hissed, and you turned to follow her gaze. You winced at the sight, the candy floss cones were sitting there rather pathetically, sticking out of the dirt mounds on the side of a stall.

They looked like lost, dejected relics of a bygone era from when candy floss was something feasible and realistic for you to consume.

Or maybe you were just being dramatic.

Bill let out a dejected sigh. “It’s not surprising really, the path is super uneven.”

Nardole rubbed the back of his head, looking for all the world like he had just committed a war crime – which, was actually probably a terrible comparison considering what you knew of Nardole’s life. “I can go back and get more…”

The Doctor gave the lost cones one look then turned around, stalking off. You groaned, chasing after him, Bill and Nardole following behind you. “Doctor – oh, you can’t just storm off in a huff. We can always go get more.”

He paused his movements, turning around and waiting for the three of you to catch up. “Come on you lot, I don’t do dawdling, not when I’ve got a plan.”

Bill scoffed. “Oh, you’ve got a plan,” then she frowned. “Wait, a plan for what?”

The Doctor just rolled his eyes and continued walking, pushing through the crowd as he did so. You weaved through them as best you could, apologising to those who the Doctor rudely shoved aside.

You had to keep looking behind you to make sure Nardole and Bill were following, and, eventually you latched onto their hands so you couldn’t lose them.

It was disorientating and confusing, almost like navigating yourself through a maze; that is, if the maze was made of aliens pressing up around you because of a heavy crowd, and you had to constantly apologise and ensure that their feelings were in check.

Eventually the crowd thinned as you made it far enough away from the fair. The three of you paused for a moment, taking a few, clear breaths. You took the moment to clear your head and focus on your surroundings. The grass here was delightful, made up of a green vine that spread and wrapped its way across the landscape, and danced in the soft breeze. It was soft under your feet as you walked.

You combed your fingers through your hair, getting loose strands that you hadn’t realised had fallen into your face, out of your eyes.

You finished your trek slowly, you and Bill marvelling in how every leaf of the ground covering vine seemed to be an entirely different from the next. You wondered if they were like snowflakes, each unique from the others.

The Doctor was standing impatiently next to the TARDIS, which was parked at the top of the small hill. He was leaning against the door and tapping his foot against the wooden trim.

He took one look at you all then went inside. You hastily followed him in and before you realised, he was already punching in coordinates and pulling levers and buttons.

“Wait, Doctor,” Bill said. “I still want to try this magical candy floss-”

The groan of the TARDIS’ engines drowned out the rest of what Bill had said. The Doctor leaned back for a moment, then pointed towards Bill and Nardole. “You two,” he said. “Stay here – do not move. Do you understand?”

Bill blinked a couple of times. “Uh – yeah, alright. No moving. Got it?”

Nardole narrowed his eyes at him. “What are you planning any-”

“And you,” The Doctor turned and pointed to you, completely ignoring Nardole. “Follow me.”

You didn’t have a moment to question the Doctor, or protest it, before he was out of the door. You gave Nardole and Bill and a regretful look and followed the Doctor outside - if you didn’t follow him he’d probably find trouble.

Well, he’d find trouble regardless, but, if you were with him, then at the very least you could do something about it.

The first thing that hit you was the sudden and biting chill. You wrapped your arms tight around your frame, doing your best to try and get warm. “Where are we?”

It was dark, extremely so. Firelit torches were sticking out of the dirt ground, lining different coloured tents and helping form a makeshift path. The area seemed familiar, but you couldn’t place why that was.

The night sky was clear, with thousands upon thousands of stars, so many stars, just tiny pinpricks of light perforating the sky to paint a picture above you. They provided a canopy for you both, stretching wherever you were to make it seem larger.

“Candy floss,” The Doctor said. “We’re getting candy floss.”

You raised an eyebrow, confused. “And we couldn’t just get more earlier because..?”

“This is the night the stall opens,” The Doctor said, tactfully avoiding your question, as he often did so. “We have to be quick, I can’t remember if I’ve come here before.”

You blanched.

Oh, okay.

Well this went from 0 to 100 very fast.

“There won’t be any crowds here,” The Doctor continued. “The stall should be packing up in a few hours.”

You hummed, falling in step beside him. “So…” You drew out the word. “May I ask why you just stalked off at a moment’s notice without telling us?”

The Doctor huffed, grumbling something under his breath.

“Doctor,” You gave him a wry grin. “We don’t all have super-duper timelord hearing, I didn’t-” You let out a small cry as you tripped on the dirt path, flinging forward to the ground.

You were pulled upwards before you landed in the dirt, with an arm wrapped around your torso and another hand holding your shoulder. You blinked as your back collided into the Doctor chest, as he steadied you upright.

He was holding you.

Oh.

You stood there for a moment, letting yourself be held. He felt secure, he felt safe. You felt heat crawl up your neck, and you weren’t sure if it was because of embarrassment of if it was because of, well, because.

The Doctor cleared his throat abruptly, and took a step away from you. It was immediately colder without his arms around you, you had forgotten that it was a chilly night.

You hid your face away, trying to get your flush under control, so you didn’t notice that the Doctor was doing the exact same.

“Bill,” he said suddenly, and you turned to face him. He was wringing his hands together awkwardly. “She just, she’s…”

You clicked on to what he was talking about, what he was trying to say. “Had a really shitty day and so you wanted to make it just a little bit better?” You suggested.

He gave you an appreciative nod. “Yes that, exactly.”

You gestured towards the path. “I’ll actually look at where I’m going now,” you laughed lightly.

The Doctor waved his hand towards you, suggesting you lead.

You screwed up your face. “Doctor, I don’t know where I’m going.”

“Oh,” he blinked, as if just realising that you were literally reliant on his direction. “Well then, let’s get candy floss.”

~*~

The pair of you meandered back to the TARDIS, each holding a tray of two cones each. You walked in comfortable silence. Occasionally he’d point out things to you; he explained why the grass was actually leaves, how the people had invented a cord to use instead of a phone, hell, he even discussed gender studies here.

It was really nice, you loved spending time with him

The Doctor snapped his fingers to open the door, since he couldn’t really balance a key and the tray, then, as he crossed the threshold, he stopped abruptly, and you skidded to a halt. You were not going to spill these candy floss cones.

He scanned the TARDIS console, even though there wasn’t any indication that anything was of the ordinary, at least, as far as you were concerned.

Bill and Nardole were sitting on two of the small chairs on the upper level by one of the bookshelves.Nardole had a book in his lap, and Bill had been sitting with her legs over the arm of the chair. When she saw you, she flung her legs into the air, twisting her body so she could sit up. “You’re back!”

“You moved,” The Doctor said.

Bill frowned. “You weren’t actually serious about that?”

You rolled your eyes, side stepping the Doctor and holding up the tray. “You guys want candy floss?”

Bill grinned, running down the stairs. “Oh hell yes, the day’s saved.”

Nardole stuck his head up from where his nose had been in his book. He gave you a wry grin. “Did you two have a nice time?”

You ignored him, passing Bill a cone of candy floss. When her hand wrapped around the cone, the candy floss changed colours, running through green, pink, blue, and orange.

“If you want candy floss,” you told him. “You need to come down from there.”

“Oh alright,” Nardole huffed. “I was only curious.”

You hummed noncommittally, and threw the tray into the recycle bin, which you had set up once you had learned of the exorbitant amount of chip boxes Bill and the Doctor managed to go through.

Nardole came up down the stairs and wagged his eyebrows at you. You rolled your eyes in response and passed him his cone, watching in temporary awe as the candy floss changed from orange, purple, and then to pink.

“Oh come on,” Nardole groaned. “How come mine went a normal colour.”

“Pink is actually quite rare here,” the Doctor said, passing you your cone. “The locals would be jealous.”

Your fingers brushed against the Doctors as you took your cone from him, a jolt of electricity sparking up your arm. You locked eyes with the Doctor, and he was looking at you in shock, like he’d felt the same thing.

There was an awkward silence.

“You need to stop dragging your feet as you walk,” you said, even though the Doctor most certainly did not drag his feet when he walks. “Creates all sorts of static electricity.”

“Yes,” The Doctor said. “I must get on top of that.”

He took his hand back. You ignored the twinge of loss you felt.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Bill and Nardole give each other a look. You elected to ignore that too.

You took a bite into the candy flood and your mouth exploded in flavour. You couldn’t even begin to describe it, it was rich and sweet, fluffy yet dense, this absolute feat of sugar engineering.

“Oh my,” you held your cone in front of you, and watched as it rippled and changed colours, settling on a warm deep blue, the kind of blue that the TARDIS was painted in. “This is amazing.”

Bill nodded in response, humming and leaning against the railing. You joined her. “Yeah, it is. Thank you so much for this.”

“I’m sorry you had to deal with such awfulness,” you said to Bill, leaning your head on her shoulder.

“It wasn’t fun,” Bill said. “It was better once you and the Doctor were there though, I’m glad you had my back.”

You sat up so you could nudge Bill lightly. “Yeah of course! We’re your friends.”

Bill’s mouth stretched into a cheeky grin. “Nah, you two are more like my parents.”

You gawked. “Like your…” your voice trailed away as your mind caught to the implications of Bills statement. “How old do you think I am?”

The Doctor popped his head up. “I don’t think that’s supposed to be your line.”

“You can stop eavesdropping,” you scolded, turning back to Bill. “No seriously, that was a serious question.”

Bill laughed, bright and loud, and Nardole was soon laughing with her. You watched in slight hesitation as the Doctor joined in, and you couldn’t help but laugh along with them.

“You have to face it though,” Nardole said. “You’re practically the mum of the group.”

“The mum?” You shook your head. “No wait, why can’t I be the dad?”

Bill scoffed, nodding towards the Doctor. “What, you think he can be the mum?”

“I was a mum once,” the Doctor said offhandedly. “Or maybe I was a dad, I don’t remember what gender I was back then.”

You left the Doctor’s comment alone, there was a lot to unpack in that statement. You looked back to Bill. “What makes me the mum?”

“Come on,” Bill laughed. “You’ve got all the stereotypes. You fuss us but in a ‘wear your coat’ sort of way.”

“Fussy,” you said softly, your brain whirling around the word. “Fussy.”

“Which would make me the cool uncle,” Nardole announced.

“Oh,” Bill smirked at him. “So you’re cool now, aren’t you.”

The Doctor nodded towards Nardole. “He insisted on going to Woodstock, once.”

Both you and Bill cocked your head to the side, picturing Nardole at Woodstock. Huh. It fit.

Gosh, you had such a weird family, and you loved every moment of it. The candy floss was pretty good too.

But the company was better.

#the doctor x reader #twelfth doctor imagine #12th doctor x reader #twelfth doctor x reader #12th doctor #Bill Potts #Nardole #Doctor Who #DW

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good-doctor-imagine · 4 years

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Neibolt (Richie Tozier)

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader

Request from anon: “you and richie both like each other and you go to the neibolt house and like are holding his hand and are blushing but are super scared and you also fall with eddie and are freaking out and crying when it is tormenting you guys and when it leaves in that scene he grabs you and calms you and when the fight starts you just stand there but do something when he gets punched and he pulls you along with him after the fight and very fluff” [xxx]

Summary: You and Eddie are attacked in the Neibolt house, leading to the loser’s breakup.

Word Count: 3k

Warning(s): Swearing, Richie’s dick joke, lil bit of angst, a lot of movie dialogue

You knew it was a mistake from the moment you walked through the front door. It was eerie and muggy, covered in spider webs, rotten wood barely supporting the ground you were walking on. Richie must have noticed your growing distress because he leaned in close to your ear, speaking softly so he would startle you.

"Are you okay?"

You simply nodded, eyes darting around the room for any form of imminent danger. It was normal for Richie to ask you how you were doing, he did it all the time. Over the phone, it was the first question he would ask. However, it wasn't normal for him to make any physical advanced towards you. Richie wasn't very physical with you, which is why you were surprised when you felt his fingers entangling with yours.

Locking your gaze on him, Richie didn't seem like anything was out of the ordinary. He was still walking slowly into the house with you, his eyes carefully evaluating where you two were heading.

He didn't even look as flustered as you were. Your cheeks started heating the moment you felt the warmth of his palm against yours. You prayed that your sweating hands were not that noticeable.

It wasn't like Richie was trying to tell you anything. He was being a nice friend, looking out for you when you're scared. Right. Nothing more.

"I can't believe I pulled the short straw," Richie sighed, "You guys are lucky we're not measuring dicks."

"Shut up Richie," Eddie shut him down instantly.

You sort of agreed with Eddie, now was not the time to joke. It was so fucking creepy you felt a headache beginning to form from the amount of information you were trying to process. Right now, even your shadow could frighten you.

The four of you headed up the stairs, you and Richie following close behind Bill, hands still clutching each other firmly. The stairs were as creepy as the rest of the house. They were winding and so old that you thought it was going to break from underneath you. You didn't touch the banister, lips curling at the amount of dust that had collected on the surface.

The only light that illuminated the second floor was the window in the stairwell. The windows in the room did little to lighten the room, many covered by stapled plywood.

The furniture was old, an abandoned couch still covered by a white cloth. Leaves and dirt were covering the floor, branches from outside trees growing into the building.

The three of you stood frozen, taking in your surroundings. That was until you started to feel Richie tugging your hand. He was walking towards a wall of spider webs. In the middle of it was some sort of paper with 'MISSING' written across the top.

Richie slowly took his hand out of yours, shakily retrieving the paper in the mess of webs and brittle tree branches. He held the paper in his hands, his hands trembling. Bill made his way over, coming to Richie's side to see what it was.

Your eyes were wide as you gazed at the picture.

"It, it says I'm missing."

"Y-y-y-you're not missing, Richie," Bill tried to reason with him, but Richie was speaking loudly over him.

"That's my hair, that's my face!"

"Calm down, this isn't real!" Bill raised his voice, attempting to grab the paper out of Richie's hands but Richie was quick to pull it away.

"That's my name, that's my age," Richie continued, his chest beginning to heave.

Bill made another move to grab the paper, successfully crumbling it in his hands. Richie was still holding on tightly, having a sort of tug of war with Bil.

"That's the date!"

"This isn't real Richie!"

You were terrified, looking between your two friends from the sidelines. It had gotten to Richie. Even if he didn't want to express it, he was probably as terrified as you.

"What the fuck?!" Richie's voice was ear piercing as terror gripped him. You couldn't help but scoot closer to Eddie, both of you not sure how to help in this situation.

Bill was able to tear the paper out of Richie's hands before throwing it haphazardly on the floor.

"It says I'm missing!"

"Calm down!" Bill attempted, gripping onto his friend's forearms.

It broke your heart to see your best friend and crush freaking out so badly. You cared for him with all your heart and to see him this terrified made you realize that you weren't the only one. He may always be looking out for you. Now was the time to begin looking out for him.

Before you could step in, Bill was already calming him down, getting Richie's arms to stop flailing.

Richie looked between the three of you before all of your heads turned to the staircase.

"Hello?"

The three of you walked to where you kept hearing the voice, leading you up the stairs again. You stuck close to Richie's side, despite not holding onto his hand anymore. You peaked over his shoulder, eyes locking onto the sight of a familiar girl.

"Betty?"

"Ripsom?"

Her body was moving up and down from how hard she was breathing. Before she could say anything else, her body was yanked out of the doorway, only a scream ripping from her body as she disappeared.

Your friends started moving forwards, curiosity taking over them. You stayed behind slightly, caught between Richie and Eddie.

"Eddie..." A voice drew out, haunting you and your friend. The other two boys kept walking like they didn't hear anything. You turned around with Eddie, gazing into the light behind you to figure out what made that noise.

"Guys, do you hear that?" Eddie spoke, his voice trembling slightly. You nodded but there was no other response. When Eddie turned around, the door was beginning to shut. "Guys!" Eddie instantly yelled, leaping towards the door.

When it slammed shut, your hands were on the doorknob, attempting to yank it open.

"Eddie! Y/n!"

You were frantic, breath quickening at the thought of being stuck in a room. At least you had Eddie. You abandoned your effort to open the door and clutched onto Eddie's hand for security. If you two were together, then nothing bad could happen.

Almost instantaneously, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up as you went rigid. Eddie's watch was going off, but that wasn't what made you both frozen with fear.

"Time to take your pill, Eddie."

Eddie's head turned around, coming face to face with the leper. Before you could react, Eddie's eyes were closing, body going limp as he fell backward into a hole on the ground. Because of his hold on you, you couldn't catch yourself before falling with him.

There wasn't much time to change how you were positioned in mid-air. You cringed when you heard something snap from beneath you. The fall hurt like hell, but Eddie's arm took the brunt of it.

"Damn it, Eddie," You cursed under your breath, "Why'd you have to pull me with you?"

All the fear and pain were mixing together, making tears form in your eyes. It wasn't fair. None of this was fair.

"Eddie," You called out to him, sitting up and shaking his shoulders slightly. "Eddie, wake up."

Your throat was beginning to tighten up, warm tears streaming down your face. Everything was overwhelming.

The dining table that you both landed on was snapped in half from the force you exerted on it. Just looking at Eddie's arm, you knew why. It was bent in a horrible way that you couldn't stomach looking at it.

Just when you were going to call out for him again, Eddie bolted upwards, a gasp leaving his throat. First, he looked down at his arm, a whimper leaving his lips.

A white object peaking from the fridge caught your attention. Your eyes widened, breath caught in your throat as you stared at the familiar white glove. You stuck close to Eddie, hands gripping his upper left arm, careful not to get close to his right forearm.

The two of you began to shake when the fridge swung open, a demonic laugh escaping from inside it. The clown was beginning to crawl out of it, his body contorting unnaturally. When he stood up fully, he twisted his upper body, his head facing you two the entire time. He shook with a laugh, the bells on his costume jingling.

It felt like forever, watching the creature bend down towards both of you, the corners of his mouth curling up to form an evil grin.

"Time to float."

You both began to crawl back as the creature hauntingly stepped forwards, his arms waving dramatically.

When you two were stuck to the wall, IT finally crouched in front of you. You were positioned slightly behind Eddie, your hand still clutched onto his upper arm tightly.

Eddie quickly slapped his hand against IT's cheek in a pathetic attempt to make it go away. The creature teasingly grabbed Eddie’s hand, mouth motioning towards it like he was going to bite it off.

You were practically sobbing, chest heaving as you in took the scene in front of you. Despite your blurry vision, you could make out everything that was happening. The terrible look on that disgusting clown's face.

IT took Eddie's face into his hands, imitating his sobbing before directing his attention to you.

You watched as he took one of his hands off Eddie's cheek, placing it on yours instead. The feeling of his dry glove made you want to throw up. His breath certainly wasn't better either.

The creature's hands suddenly moved to your and Eddie's throats, but his grip wasn't enough to choke you.

"Tasty, tasty, beautiful fear."

His grin was wide, teeth pointy as drool poured out over his lips. Your hand gripped impossibly harder onto Eddie's arm when IT's eyes started to roll back, mouth opening wide. You'll have to apologize for the bruises later.

Before IT could make another move, his head twisted toward the side, eyes glazed over as he stared blankly into the room.

"HELP!" Eddie screamed, his voice scratchy from how much you two were crying.

You were too frozen in fear to do anything, eyes not moving from the clown in front of you. The creature moved his hand to cover Eddie's face as Bill and Richie rushed into the room.

"Eddie?" You could hear Richie call out, and then his eyes met yours. "Y/n?"

You couldn't see what the creature was doing anymore, his attention focused on the two boys on the other side of the room.

"This isn't real enough for you, Billy? I'm not real enough for you?"

"Holy shit," The words spilled out of Richie's mouth.

"It was real enough for Georgie."

You held your breath when IT lept forward at the pair, yelling as he made it across the room. Thankfully, he was stopped. Beverly quickly shoved a metal spear into IT's eye, stopping it in the middle of the room. All of the losers piled into the kitchen, eyes focused on the clown.

"Get Eddie – Get Y/n."

You couldn't tell who was saying what anymore, overwhelmed by the amount of stuff happening at the moment. Eddie was screaming, trying to rip away from Bill's grasp. You reluctantly let go of his arm, watching from behind Richie as the creature growled and spun towards you all. The eye that wasn't punctured was a bright red and the teeth in his mouth were poking out from his skin.

Richie clutched onto you, holding you close as the clown laughed deeply and started walking forwards, it's hand ripping its glove as it grew.

Everything was a blur. Eddie and Richie were screaming, Beverly was standing to the side, clutching onto the back of Richie's shirt. She lept away when IT made a move to jump towards you. However, instead, it turned around, sharp fingers digging into Ben's stomach before IT disappeared down the stairs.

"Don't let it get away," Bill said, standing up from the floor and walking to the staircase where IT disappeared.

"No! Bill!" You yelled at him, trembling in Richie's arms. Everyone was screaming at him when he disappeared down the stairs. You were afraid he was never going to come back up.

If you weren't so terrified, you'd probably be flustered out of your mind. One of Richie's arms was wrapped around your middle, holding you close to his chest. Your hands were gripping onto his shirt, not even thinking about how stretched it was going to be after.

Richie's other hand was on Eddie's shoulder, gripping him hard as he tried to reassure him. Eddie was too shaken up to notice, though.

When Bill came up the stairs, all of you were stumbling out of the house, legs shaky as you tried to process what happened. You couldn't tell if your face was covered with tears or IT's drool. Either way, it felt sticky and gross. You were exhausted, eyes wanting to close as the fear started leaving your body.

Everyone took off to their bikes and started pedaling as fast as they could. Mike put Eddie in the basket of his, making sure he as secure before leaving. When you made it back to Bill's house, you dropped your bike on his driveway next to all the others.

The losers waited outside, dreading the moment the familiar car shows up. You gasped as Richie's arms wrapped around you again, his head finding it's way into your neck. His body was trembling and you thought you felt warm tears collecting on your shoulder. You held him as close as you could, your fingers scratching against his scalp lightly. You knew you weren't the only one who was terrified.

You swallowed thickly as the light beige car rolled up, Eddie's mom getting out of the car and slamming the door. Richie pulled away from you at the sound, his arm wiping whatever was left on his face.

You could see Eddie's mom's face redden as her anger spiked, gazing down at Eddie's broken arm.

"You, you did this," She accused, arm moving around to point her finger at all of you. She took her son by the back of the neck, dragging him with her to the car. "You know how delicate he is."

"We were attacked M-M-Mrs. K," Bill tried to reason, but she was having none of it.

"No. Don't, don't try to blame anyone else."

You bit your lip to stop it from trembling as she shut Eddie's door. He didn't even look at you guys.

"Let me help –" Beverly tried to grab the keys that Mrs. Kaspbrak dropped but was stopped.

"Get back!" She swiped the keys off the ground before straightening up in front of Beverly.

"Oh, I've heard of you, Mrs. Marsh... and I don't want a dirty girl like you touching my son."

She turned back around, hand digging through her purse.

You shuffled closer to Richie as Bill tried to speak up again.

"Mrs. K I..."

"No!" She yelled, pointing her finger at him. "You are all monsters. All of you. And Eddie is done with you. Do you hear? Done!"

You all watched as she made her way around the car, slamming the door shut again when she climbed in. As she drove off, the group walked forwards, following it as it drove over the curb and down the street.

It was silent for a few seconds until Bill turned around.

"I saw the well," He claimed, "W-W-W-We know where it is. A-A-And next time we'll be better prepared."

You brows scrunched up at his words. Why the fuck would he think you were going to go back into that damn trap?

"NO!" Stan spoke up, "No next time, Bill! You're insane!"

"Why?" Beverly questioned, "We all know no one else is going to do anything."

"Eddie and Y/n were nearly killed!" Richie stressed, "And look at this motherfucker," He motioned towards Ben's stomach, "He's leaking hamburger helper!"

"We can't pretend like it's going to go away," Beverly argued, "Ben, you said it yourself it comes back every 27 years."

"Fine! I'll be 40 and far away from here. I thought you said you wanted to get out of this town too."

"Because I want to run towards something, not away."

"I'm sorry but who invited Molly Ringwald into the group?" Beverly gave Richie the middle finger.

"Richie –"

"I'm just saying let's face facts, real world. Georgie is dead. Stop trying to get us killed too."

Richie tried to walk past Bill, but Bill was quick to jump into his way.

"Georgie's not dead."

"You couldn't save him, but you can still save yourself.

"No!" Bill struggled, pointing his finger at Richie. "T-t-t-take it back. You're scared and we all are but take it back!"

Your eyes widened when Bill pushed Richie back by his shoulders, making him stumble. Richie pursed his lips and pushed Bill, making him even angrier. Before you could intervene, Bill took Richie by his shirt and threw a punch, hitting him right in the cheek.

"Bill!" Beverly warned, looking down at Richie.

Stanley and Mike lifted Richie off the floor and held him back as he tried to lunge at Bill. Bill pulled his fist back like he was about to swing again when Ben pulled him back.

"You're a bunch of losers, get us all killed trying to catch a stupid clown."

"Stop!" Beverly screamed, placing herself inside of the fight.

"This is what IT wants, IT wants to divide us. We were all together when we heard it. That's why we're still alive."

"Yeah? Well, I plan to keep it that way," Richie walked forwards, grabbing your hand as he walked to his bike. He made sure to check Bill in the shoulder as he passed.

You couldn't stop the tears from rolling down your face as you looked back at Bill, a person you considered a friend.

"Fuck you, Bill. Friends don't put other friends in danger. I thought you cared about us. I was wrong," You spat.

When you turned to Richie, he was motioning for you to climb onto the back of his bike. You complied, refusing to think twice about your bike laying idly in Bill's driveway. You'll pick it up another time.

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justthehiddleswrites · 3 years

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Forever Hold Your Peace | Tom Hiddleston x Cumberbatch!Reader | Chapter 2 | The Engagement

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Cumberbatch!Reader

Summary: Tom Hiddleston dated Benedict's little sister (reader) back at Cambridge, after a bad breakup Tom and Benedict are now friends. The reader is now engaged to an American who Benedict does not trust. Ben turns to his good friend Tom to help break up the wedding and win back the girl he never truly got over.

This Chapter: Tom attempts to make amends with Ben. Reader has some exciting news but Benedict is not thrilled. He works to enlist Tom to help break up an engagement.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, slapping, cursing.

Two weeks after Benedict decked Tom at the event, Tom rang him to invite him for a few beers. Benedict accepted wondering if Tom was just looking for a rematch. They met in a pub close to Benedict’s home. Tom was already there.

“I ordered a beer for you.” Tom slid the glass across the table.

“It’s not poisoned is it?” Benedict sniffed the beer as if he could detect the poison by smell alone.

“Only if you are allergic to hops.” Tom chuckled. “You and your sister can land a punch.” Tom touched his nose, the bruises faded.

“Sorry about that.” Benedict mumbled into his beer.

“No, I well earned it. I behaved poorly and your sister did not deserve that.”

“No, she didn’t.”

“I was so focused on becoming an actor. I had blinders on to anyone else’s feelings. Will you please extend my apologies to her?”

Benedict nodded. “So…” he looked around.

“Friends?” Tom extended his hand, and gave a sheepish grin.

“On one condition…” Benedict took a long swig of beer. “… you never date a member of my family again.” Benedict extended his hand.

“Deal.” The two shook hands and laughed.

Two beers later, they gave goodbyes and laughed about the whole thing. Any ill will between the two had passed.

2012

Benedict groaned and rolled over in bed to fumble for his phone on the nightstand. He saw your number and hit the ignore button. Five minutes later, the phone rang again. He groaned and answered the phone.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“Good afternoon to you, too. What have I done today to earn such a greeting?”

“Woke me up.”

“It’s 1 p.m.”

“I was up late shooting scenes.”

“Well suck it up, I am calling to invite you to dinner tonight.”

“Will Billy Bob be there?”

“His name is William Robert and yes.”

“Then I am not coming.”

“Come on Ben, Mom and Dad already agreed and it’s really important for you to be there.”

“So I can stab William?” Benedict rolled up to sitting.

“Be nice. Why do you always hate my boyfriends?”

“Because you have horrible taste in men.”

“What about Tom?” you asked pointedly.

“Tom is the exception that proves the rule. Besides, I didn’t like him until after he broke up with you.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“You brought it up.”

“Tower Grill, 6 p.m. wear something nice.”

“Can I bring a date?”

“Are you even dating?”

“Perhaps.”

“Is it Sophie?”

“No comment.”

“Then no, you can’t bring a date.”

“Fine.”

“How is Tom?”

“Busy. Tall. Why do you ask?”

“No reason. Tower Grill.”

“I’m going back to sleep.”

“6 p.m.” you yelled into the phone as he ended the call.

Benedict tried to doze back off but an uneasy feeling about tonight nagged him.

Benedict sat at the far end of the table. He could barely stand William for more than a few moments let alone an entire meal. For whatever reason, he kept asking Benedict if he knew Arnold Schwarzenegger. After politely saying no about five times, he found it better to avoid him.

“Thank you, everyone for coming here tonight.” William started as he stood at the end of the table. “We have a little announcement.”

You stood up next William and gazed up to him with adoring eyes. It took everything in Benedict’s power to not roll his eyes.

“WE’RE GETTING MARRIED!” you squealed as you flashed a sparkling engagement ring. Benedict’s eyes widened in surprise. The two of you had been for just over a year.

“Can I talk to you for a moment?” Ben asked as he sidled up and kissed your forehead.

“Sure.” your brows furrowed in confusion.

“In private.” he tugged you away from the fray.

“What is it?” you asked once out of earshot from the group.

“Isn’t this all so sudden? I mean how well do you know Bil… er… William? You’ve been dating how long? Six months?” Ben questioned as he pursed his lips.

“It has been eighteen months. I know him better than you do, since you never even bother to take the time to talk to him! He’s trying.”

“For God’s sake, he keeps asking me if I could introduce him Arnold Schwarzenegger! Do I look like the kind of person who knows the Terminator!?”

“He is trying to show interest, you ass!” you yelled.

Benedict took a step back and waved his hands to quiet you. “I’m just saying I don’t think he is the right guy for you.”

“What the fuck do you know, anyway? Like you are some relationship expert!?” you huffed away to rejoin the rest of the family.

Benedict frowned as William slipped his arm around your waist and kissed you. William stared at Ben from over your shoulder with a sinister smirk.

Later that week

Benedict’s foot tapped against the table leg as he waited for Tom to arrive for their lunch date.

“Hey!” Tom’s voice boomed from behind him.

Benedict rose and embraced Tom into a tight hug. Tom pulled back to look at his friend and his brow furrowed. It was impossible to ignore the dark circles under Benedict’s eyes and the weary expression.

“Are feeling alright?” Tom gave a squeeze to Benedict’s arm.

“I’m fine.” he lied. He didn’t want to lay his worries on his friend first thing. “I’m going to go to the bathroom, will you order me a drink?”

“Of course.” Tom nodded and took the other seat at the table.

Tom looked over the menu when Benedict’s phone rang. He spied your name and face on the screen and smiled as he picked up the phone to answer.

“Hello darling.”

“Ben? Who is this?”

“I am wounded that you don’t recognize my voice.”

“Tom? Why do you have my brother’s phone?” you asked, flushing at the sound of Tom’s deep baritone. You were unprepared for Tom to pick up the phone.

“We are meeting for lunch, he stepped out for a moment. How are you doing?” Tom couldn’t stop smiling listening to you.

“I’m… good. Great!” you stuttered out. “I’m on the way out pick out my wedding dress.”

Tom’s smile faded. “I didn’t know. Congratulations.” He said through tight lips.

“Thanks…” you stuttered. “To be fair, it only happened this week.” you chewed on your lip as your stomach did somersaults. You reminded yourself

you were over Tom and engaged to William now.

“I wish you a happy marriage.” Tom continued. He hoped you would end the call before he said something he would regret. “I will tell Benedict you called.” he sighed.

“Thanks again Tom.” you ended the call with a sigh.

Damn that man! You thought as you hung up the phone. You were engaged for fuck’s sake! This was not the time to think about your ex-boyfriend, even if he is the charming Tom Hiddleston. You shook off the nagging ideas and picked up your purse to head to the dress shop.

Benedict came back to the table. “Did I give you enough time to slip the poison in my drink?” he chuckled but his smile fell upon seeing Tom’s dark features.

“When were you going to tell me your sister is getting married?” Tom snapped, taking a big gulp of his beer.

“How in the… um… today.” Benedict stumbled.

“She called. I answered. She wants you to call her later. Who’s the lucky bloke?”

Benedict groaned. “William Robert Harrison. An insufferable stock broker from America.”

Tom’s eyebrows raised. “Is this the guy you call Billy Bob? The one obsessed with the Terminator?”

“The same on both counts. There is something about him I don’t trust.”

“Is it the accent?” Tom chuckled.

“No. But there is this look in his eye. He is up to something. She has the worst taste in men.”

“Hey!”

Benedict waved his hands. “Present company excluded. Which begs the question why are you so upset about this?”

Tom reddened as he turned his attention to the menu. Ben’s eyes widened.

“Are you fucking joking?! When were you going to tell me?”

“Never. I missed my opportunity. She is engaged to someone else. Besides, I don’t think she likes me anymore. Not after the way I broke up with her.” Tom shot back, his glance dropping and his shoulder slumping.

Tom regretted the way he treated you that night in the pub. He had been young and stupid. Now with the sting of a few bad breakups under his belt, he was wiser and kinder.

“Then why does she always ask me how you are you doing when we talk?” Benedict took a sip of his beer, smiling as the red of Tom’s face spread down to his neck.

“Because she is a polite person. Much more so than her brother.” Tom smiled back, his body betraying his emotions.

“Nonsense. I am by far the better behaved Cumberbatch. Now help me break up her engagement.”

“Absolutely not. I won’t do it.”

“Come on, Tom. For me. For her. Where is your romantic side?” Benedict leaned in closer.

“My romantic side remembers your family’s right hook. I prefer to keep my nose where it is.”

“Party pooper.” Benedict slumped back in his chair.

“But I wish you well on your quest to destroy your sister’s engagement and love life.” Tom raised his glass in a toast.

“To broken engagements.” Benedict raised his glass.

“To missed opportunities and misspent youth.” Tom joined.

They both drank. Benedict couldn’t help but notice the pained expression on his friend’s face.

After the meal ended and Tom and Ben said their goodbyes, Benedict fished out his phone and punched in your number.

“It’s about time you called me back.”

“I was at lunch. Tom gives his love by the way.” Benedict lied.

“Oh…? Well, tell him thanks the next time you see him.” you mumbled. Benedict smiled as he could practically hear you blushing through the phone.

“Anyway, you called earlier?”

“I did?” You lost yourself in a set of deep blue eyes in your mind for a moment. “I did!” You caught yourself. “Change of plans. William’s work visa is expiring. The wedding is happening in three weeks.”

Benedict stopped dead in his tracks. “I beg your pardon?! I must have misheard. The wedding is in three weeks?”

“You heard right.” you deadpanned. “And don’t try to convince to not go through with it. I am in love with William. Nothing can change.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it. Not like you would listen.” He leaned against the building. This news complicated things. “Give my love to Billy Bob.”

“Wanker.” You broke off the call.

Benedict tapped the phone against his chin. He hadn’t expected the wedding to happen so soon. He would need to act fast. But he smiled at the thought of your reaction of hearing of Tom’s message of love.

“Interesting.” He hurried off to brainstorm and make plans to put the end to Billy Bob.

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ggukiepie · 3 years

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just a feeling

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: you're busy doing president-y things (jungkook's words, not yours) and your best friend's there to help you out like he always does

tags: bil!couple, college!au, bff!jk, athlete!jk, two idiots in love, some fluff, oc is student council president so we stan, pet names

warnings: cursing, some mentions of skipping meals but nothing serious

wc: 1.8k

a/n: yes another one shot for this couple !! this can be read as a stand alone but i have other one shots you can read which you can find in my masterlist

You’re standing on your toes to make sure the banner you’re holding isn’t crooked. It’s probably not the safest to be on a ladder while tiptoeing and add the fact that the person down below holding the ladder isn’t really paying attention.

“Tae,” you call out without looking down. You squint your eyes at the banner, turning your head from side to side. Maybe you should’ve placed it higher? But then it might not be that noticeable so high up—

“Hm?” he replies, but his voice seems far off. Finally, you look down to see Taehyung holding the ladder with one hand, and in the other he’s typing on his phone.

You roll your eyes. “You’re not even paying attention,” you say exasperatedly. You’ve been up since 7 AM, running around school to make sure the preparations for the job fair are going smoothly. It’s almost 12 in the afternoon now and you haven’t had a single bite to eat. You just want this day to end. “Taehyung!”

He snaps his head up, eyes suddenly wide at the array of decorations and banners that are hung up. By the surprised look on his face, you’re positive he hasn’t been paying attention at all since you started. “Sorry,” he breathes out. “One company just came in late—”

“But they were supposed to arrive two hours ago!”

Taehyung widens his eyes in alarm. He’s known you for two years and has been working with you for one, so he pretty much knows the signs of your oncoming outbursts. “It’s fine.” He starts speaking again before you start shouting. You’re not mad at him, never have been, but you’re stressed and tired and hungry and you haven’t sat down in five hours. “Someone just has to assist them to their booth but everyone’s busy right now—”

“Just go.” You wave him off. You do not want things to be delayed even further and if it meant sacrificing your safety on the ladder, then so be it.

“Got it,” he says as he brings his phone to his ear, walking away without even glancing back at you. You sigh and turn back to the decorations. Yeah, the right side is definitely off. You huff and stretch out your arm hoping to get a hold of the right corner. It’s too far so you lean to the side to reach it. The ladder starts shaking but you don’t pay it any mind. You just need to finish this so you could go to the auditorium to check the stage design then—

“Hey! ___!”

You turn your head towards the voice just in time as you feel the ladder slam against the wall it’s leaning on, shaking every bone in your body. You look down suddenly and see Jungkook, whose got two hands holding the ladder tightly.

“What the fuck, ___,” he breathes out. “Why isn’t anyone holding the ladder? This is dangerous.”

You haven’t noticed your heart’s been racing. You hardly even noticed you were about to fall, but the look on Jungkook’s face says otherwise. “Sorry,” you whisper. You try to calm your racing heartbeat. “I just—” You breathe out. “I just needed to—”

“Come down,” he says, voice so quiet that you’re immediately complying, legs climbing down the ladder and Jungkook’s hand on your waist to guide you. Once you’re back on the ground again you turn to face him.

“Sorry,” you say, voice firmer now. “I just needed to get this done and Taehyung was the one helping but he needed to help set up a booth and—”

“Hey, hey,” Jungkook says as holds your hand in his and squeezes your fingers. Instantly, it calms you down. “Let’s take it one step at a time, okay?”

You look into his eyes and nod, feeling at ease now that he’s here. Jungkook just has that effect on you, really. Plus you’ve known him since high school so he really knows how to ease your nerves. You clench your eyes shut and focus on the feel of his skin on yours, his thumb rubbing the outside of your palm, his big hands encasing your small ones. You’ve been working on this project for months now. You have a team and the rest of the student council to help you, sure, but all the ideas and planning came from you. So it’s been stressing you out. Good thing Jungkook’s been there to help you if needed, always giving you food and snacks and reminding you to take a break every once in a while. You’re sure you wouldn’t have survived if it weren’t for him.

“You okay now, ___? We can grab some lunch if you have the time,” Jungkook says quietly.

You open your eyes and smile at him sheepishly. He instantly glares at you (but it’s the cute kind, the one where he wants you to think he’s mad but he isn’t). A pout forms in his face and he lets go of your hands. You miss the warmth instantly.

“Let me guess, you haven’t eaten a single thing all day haven’t you?”

You nod your head and Jungkook groans, throwing his head back dramatically as if he’s been told he can’t play soccer anymore.

“You shouldn’t forget to eat, ___. Food is important,” he huffs. “And it makes you less grumpy.”

You roll your eyes at him and turn to walk back to the ladder again, but Jungkook grabs your hand to make you face him.

“How about this, I’ll hold the ladder while you finish that sign, then we go for lunch.”

A million different things suddenly enter your mind. You still need to check the booths, then the auditorium, and then the registration area. You open your mouth to protest but Jungkook raises both his hands to stop you.

“We’ll only eat for twenty minutes and then you can go back to doing your President-y things.”

You cross your arms in front of your chest and Jungkook smiles, knowing you’re about to agree.

You point a finger at him. “Twenty minutes only. And you’re buying me coffee, too.”

He puts his hand on his chest and looks shocked, as if you’ve said the most offensive thing to him. “Baby,” he starts, and you know he’s saying it as a joke but it still makes your heart flutter. Makes that little seed of hope in you grow a little bit more. But you know Jungkook’s just a natural flirt and that he calls you that from time to time as a joke.

(At least that’s what you keep telling yourself)

He’s smiling so widely now, teeth on display with his dimples fully showing. He’s smirking a bit, too, and you can’t lie to yourself and say he doesn’t look absolutely dreamy right now. You know that look oh too well because it’s the one he uses when he’s flirting. With other girls.

“I buy you coffee all the time,” he says. “Whether you ask for it or not.”

And you know that’s true. Jungkook knows your love for coffee—and your favorite order at Starbucks—as much as he knows his favorite soccer players. He buys you coffee before he picks you up from class. He even buys you coffee when he randomly decides to drop by the student council office, which is partly given as a bribe to use the printer in there for free instead of paying for the printing services in campus.

You try to push him away but he only catches your hand to bring you a bit closer to him. Your bodies aren’t touching but you’re close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him.

Oh, you’re playing a very dangerous game, Jeon Jungkook.

You try to calm the beating in your heart and hope you aren’t blushing. Instead, you roll your eyes at him. “Yeah, you do. Now let me get this finished so we can eat.”

Jungkook holds the ladder while you finish decorating the banner, and from time to time he’d give his comments about the placement. You’re grateful for the help and finish ten minutes later. You’re pouting at him to return the ladder (which he does because he can never say no to you when you’re pouting) and finally you’re both making your way to the cafeteria.

True to his word, Jungkook makes sure you don’t take too long to eat. But he also makes sure you’re eating enough as well. He’s usually chatty when you’re eating together but he’s pretty silent now as you munch on your food. You’re distracted anyway, fingers busy typing on your phone as you’re responding to all the messages you haven’t checked yet. Jungkook’s used to this, of course, so he’s watching some anime highlights on his phone like he always does when you’re busy with President-y things (his words, not yours).

After eating he’s walking you to the auditorium, large coffee in your hand and a cookie in the other since he insisted you need to eat some more. Once you’re by the entrance, Jungkook suddenly stands in front of you, shoulders straight and feet together. “Good luck, Madam President.” He salutes and you roll your eyes in return.

“You’re honestly such a fucking dork.”

He smiles that bunny smile you adore. “You love me anyway,” he says and you choose not to reply. “Anyway, I’ll get going to class now. See you later at practice?” he asks.

He means his soccer practice and you nod your head quickly. You watch his practices most of the time anyway, but you think he just wants you there because you always have snacks for him and also so he can show off his tricks to you. “Yeah, I’ll be there. Now go before you’re late!”

“See you later, cutie.”

Again, it’s one of those pet names he calls you as a joke. You glare at him. “Seriously, Jeon, what’s with all the nicknames?” You might just throw the cookie at him to make sure he doesn't see you blushing.

He shrugs but he’s got that boyish smile on his face. Finally, he starts walking away. You watch his back for a bit but he suddenly turns around, cups his hands around his mouth and shouts, “Because you look really cute today, cutie.”

You frown at yourself and look down at your outfit, eyeing the sweats and big shirt you’re wearing today for comfort. You’re pretty sure you’re sweating a lot and your hair’s a mess. You look up and shake your head to yourself while you make your way to the auditorium, wondering why in the world Jungkook would think you look cute today out of all days.

It doesn’t help slow down the beating in your heart, however, and you find yourself smiling the whole day.

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