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enviedear · 5 months

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omg maybe some fluff/angst abt billy being protective. like maybe gf/wife!reader is getting hit on and she can normally protect herself but maybe some guy gets a little too handsy with her and then billy steps in to protect his baby:(( i think i would actually die

protective!billy bonney...

babe i'm always down for protective!billy, because he's just intrinsically protective. and that's hot.

tw�� violence, a bullet graze (not billy or reader), men being mysogonistic (this is the wild west idk what to tell ya), unwanted touch (on the waist, no private areas)

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it'd been a long day already, and the sun hadn't even struck noon. rowdy ranch hands, drunkards, and gang members littered the town square. their minds hazy from drink, worsened by the hot sun.

it was a day of celebration, according to them. the lot of them managed to wrangle up a pack of wild coyotes the night before, the same pack that'd been laying waste to everyone's animals and supplies.

it was a gruesome yet necessary job, but the parlay in town has your ears steaming. they've already ruined an innocent game of catch the local kids had been playing and you roll your eyes when they start to approach you and the rest of the ladies standing outside the dress shop.

you avert your gaze, looking into the crowd for your fiancee. with no sight of billy, who's probably held up at the general store, you focus in on your dusty boots. you'd rather stare at them than the haughty men on their rampage.

"ain't you billy's little thing?" a gruff voice calls out.

you lift your head to find a impish man with tufts of blonde hair, "yes sir, that'd be me." your tone is kind, but your words clipped.

the man draws closer, spitting to his left before giving you a drunken snd sly smirk, "got himself a pretty one, ain't he?"

his question is redundant, and you opt not to answer. instead you give him a smile, slowly backing away and inching toward the entrance of the shop.

the women around you won't be any help, too worried with fending off the other rambunctious men. you're going to have to get yourself out of this one.

the man continues his pursuit of you, "gimme your name, girl. m'bettin' it's real nice."

your fingers find the doorknob behind you but your eyes widen when the door refuses to budge. damn shopkeeper, locking up when you need a safe haven most.

"i'm sorry, sir, my fiancee must be looking for me." your excuse is lame, but you pray it works.

the man steps closer, his hand reaching out to grab your arm. you flinch away, but he manages to grip you tightly anyway.

"come on now, don't be shy," he slurs, pulling you towards him. "what's your name, pretty thing?"

you struggle against his grip, but he's too strong. panic sets in as you realize there's no one around to help you, and you start to fear the worst.

"you need to let go o'me. my fiancee will kill you." you've grown desperate, enough so to lay your strongest card on the table— billy.

the man let out a hearty laugh, "fiancee? ain't no man gonna tie you down, little lady. not till you've had a taste of a real man."

you grow angrier by the second, but you can't help but laugh at his ignorance, "i think that's you giving yourself too much credit, sir," you reply, your voice dripping with sarcasm, "i' got myself a real man, the man i love. now if you don't let me go, you'll be sorry."

the man grows more forceful, pinning you to him, breath brushing your ear and hands groping your waist, "do you well to learn to shut you mouth, girl."

but just as you're about to give up hope, frozen in fear as the man trails his hands over you, a gunshot rings out, piercing the air like a sharp knife.

the man releases you, his face contorting in pain as he clutches at his leg. you inspect the wound as he falls away, just a graze, but you're sure it hurts like hell.

you turn away from the drunk, eyes finiding billy only yards away, his revolver still smoking in his hand. his face is cold and hard, his eyes blazing with anger.

"you heard the lady," billy speaks with a low and menacing voice. "i don't want to kill you, but if i so much as see you touch her again, you'll regret it."

the other men back away, pulling their injured friend with them, fear written all over their faces. they know better than to mess with billy, especially when he's in a foul mood.

you rush towards him, throwing your arms around his neck. his embrace is tight and fierce, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back.

"you okay?" he asks, his voice softening as he looks down at you.

you nod, voice shakey, "i am now," you whisper, feeling safe in his arms.

together, you walk away from the chaos of the town square, grateful for the love and protection you've found in each other.

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venusjaynie · 11 months

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Patch Me Up

Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

summary: Billy, your (secret) boyfriend, shows up at your house (which is really Steve's house) after a bad fight with Neil, and Steve has never been more confused.

CW: hurt/comfort, minor injury detail, mentions of abuse (it's very brief!!), lots of fluff, billy is probably OOC but I do not care 🫶🫶, Steve wants to put his and Billy's differences aside for your sake.

Word count: 2k

2:45am

Someone's at the door. They knock once, and you don't make a move to answer. But then the bell rings, and they knock again so, with a groan, you get out of bed and walk past Steve's room to see if he's still asleep, or if he was also woken up by the disturbance from downstairs. Luckily, he's asleep.

You make your way down the stairs of the house and, for safety, you grab Steve's nail bat from its place beside the front door. Slowly, you unlock the door and open it just enough so that you can see whoever is on the other side of it.

It's Billy.

You open the door fully and drop the bat as quietly as you can. Billy looks like he's been dragged to hell and back, to put it simply. For a second, you're confused as to why he's here at 2:45 on a Wednesday morning, but his eyes shine with unshed tears, and the big red mark on his cheek speaks for itself.

"Hey, pretty girl, mind letting me in? I'm dying out here." You nod and step out of the way with nothing but worry for him casting over your features. You notice that he's limping a little, but you don't mention it.

"God, Billy, what the hell happened to you?" You know it was Neil, but Billy had insisted that things with his dad were getting better. He laughs half-heartedly, not meeting your eye.

"I, uh, let Max go over to the Byers to stay over with her friend Ellie or El, or something, 'cause Neil and Susan were supposed to go away for a few nights. But they ended up coming home early, and when he found out he told me to go pick her up. But I told him I didn't want to disturb Mrs byers, and he didn't take to that too kindly." He huffs out another humourless chuckle, but you can hear him choking up as he speaks.

"Oh, babe..." You start, but you're at a loss for words. You've seen Billy a few times after a bad run-in with his dad, but there's blood coming from his nose and he's cradling his right elbow in his hand, and not to mention his left eye is swelling slightly. "C'mere, let me clean you up a bit."

As you go to take Billy's hand to lead him to the downstairs bathroom you can hear Steve's floorboards creak just above you, and his footsteps echo through the hall upstairs.

"Hello?" Steve calls out from the top of the stairs.

"Hey, Stevie, it's just me." You reply.

"Who were you talking to?" You can hear him making his way down the stairs. "Hargrove? Is that you?"

"Don't get too excited, Harrington." Steve rolls his eyes at Billy's sarcasm.

"Why are you in my house, man? What-" He stops himself as he reaches the bottom of the stairs and can see Billy's face in the light, letting out a soft 'oh'.

Neither of them speak for a moment or two, and you take that as your cue to get back to the previous task as hand.

"Billy, let's get you fixed up." He nods silently and follows you to the bathroom. You tell him to sit down on the lid of the toilet, and you open the cupboard under the sink to grab the first aid kit. You rummage around a bit, until you remember that Steve took it last week after Will had fallen off his bike and gashed a pretty nasty cut into his knee.

“I need to run to the living room to grab the first aid kit, okay?” You ask gently, already heading toward the door, but Billy grabs your hand before you can go any further.

“No, please don’t leave.”

“Baby, it’s only for a second. I’ll be right back.” He shakes his head.

“Can’t you just yell for Harrington to get it? I just don’t think I can be alone right now.” He speaks so quietly, more so than you’ve ever heard him do before, and there's something about the rawness and honesty in his eyes that makes you never want to leave him alone again.

“Steve?” You shout, feeling bad about disturbing your friend again.

“Yeah? What’s up?” He quickly walks back down the stairs and comes into view as he stands in the doorframe of the bathroom.

“Could you grab the first aid kit from the living room, please?” He nods without a word, and emerges a few minutes later with the little, green plastic box.

“Thank you. Sorry for waking you up, you can go back to bed now. promise we won’t disturb you again.” Steve just laughs lightly and shakes his head.

“Nah, I’m up now. No chance of me getting back to sleep for at least 2 hours. Might as well do something useful with my time.” He heads in the direction of the kitchen, and you close the door of the bathroom behind him.

Walking back over to billy, who is sat silently on the counter of the bathroom, you’re able to truly take in how beaten up he looks. His left eye is swelling more and more, and the red mark on his cheek has almost turned purple.

“Oh, Billy.” You slowly reach out to touch his face, but he flinches back slightly at the notion of your hand coming into contact with his cheek.

"Shit- sorry." He apologises quickly and takes your outstretched hand in his.

"You don't have to be sorry, it's not your fault." You give his hand a reassuring squeeze and get to patching him up. You clean up his bloody nose, which he scrunches up when the alcohol rub you use on his cheek stings a bit, and you apologise quietly. You find a bandage and you fashion a make-shift sling. It's definitely nothing special, but it's better than letting his arm hang free without support.

You catch sight of the shift in his features when he goes to adjust his position on the counter. His hand shoots up to hold onto his chest, and you immediately worry for the state of his bones and internal organs.

"Billy?" He looks up at you. "Can you take your shirt off?" He smirks.

"You tryna get me naked? Could've just said so, baby." He laughs under his breath, and despite the situation, you crack a small smile. He removes his shirt, and you can't help the short intake of breathe of breath that you take. The skin on Billy's chest is red and blue and black and purple and the more you examine it the worse it looks. It's horrible.

"Oh my god." You breathe. You look through the first aid kit for some kind of oil or ointment that you could use to treat the discolouring on his chest, but it was to no avail. "I don't think I have anything that can help that. I'm sorry, Billy. I'm so sorry." You aren't really apologising for your lack of treatment products. You're apologising because this is real. He has to live life like this, and there's nothing you can do about it.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. It's not your fault. You didn't know I was coming, yeah?" You nod. "And besides, you've done more than enough, sweetheart. More than you ever needed to, alright? I'm okay, I swear." You know he's lying. He's not okay. But for once, you choose to not argue back. You honestly don't have the strength.

The rest of his casualties aren't your forte, unfortunately. Bruises and a potentially sprained ankle- which he promises 'isn't even that bad'- aren't things that you can tend to, but you think some ice to his ankle will do him some good, and maybe provide some pain relief.

"Hey, Billy, let's go to the living room, 'kay?" He nods, and stands up, and you put your arm around his waist to support him. He kisses your temple and starts to limp out of the bathroom to make his way to the living room.

Steve is sitting on the sofa when you enter with Billy, and he makes a move to leave.

"I'll give you guys some privacy." He nods at Billy as he leaves, and you truthfully don't want him to go. He's your best friend, and you could use some grounding after what you've done tonight. You don't say anything in protest to his statement though, however, Billy does.

"Harrington? If you wanna stay down here, I don't mind, really." Billy looks almost as shocked as you do, as if he doesn't register what he's saying until the words have already flown out of his mouth and he can't take them back.

"Oh, uh, okay. You sure, man?" Steve makes a move to re-enter the living room.

"Don't make me change my mind, dude." Steve laughs lightly as Billy's answer, and walks back into the living room, closely followed by you and Billy.

You sit down on the couch, Billy following you, and Steve takes his previous seat. You have to admit, it's a little awkward at first. You're the one making conversation and trying to tie them both in, but it's difficult, what with knowing about their past rivalry and all.

You sigh, before saying,

"Alright look, I know you two have your differences, but I'm just as uncomfortable as you both. So, if we're gonna sit here tonight, is there any chance you could just make up? For my sake at least?"

It's a while before either of them speak, and to no one's surprise, it's Steve.

"Yes, yeah okay. I think I can do that."

"Thank you." You smile at him, and wait hopefully for Billy to agree too.

"Fine." He mumbles after a few minutes. You know you won't get much more out of him than that, so you're just glad he cooperated.

"Thanks, Billy." He nods, not saying anything more. "I'm gonna get you some ice for your ankle." Another nod, this time accompanied by a smile.

You leave the room, cringing internally at the thought of leaving Billy alone with Steve. You just hope they can put their differences aside, because it would make your situation a hell of a lot less difficult.

After retrieving the ice from the bottom drawer of the freezer, which took a great deal of effort because you had to clear out the contents of the drawer and then fit it all back in, you head back to living room, silently praying the 2 boys haven't killed each other in your absence. However, as you walk to the door, you hear them before you see them. Billy's laughing, and so is Steve. 'What the hell?' you think to yourself, bemused to say the least.

"Jesus, Harrington, that's fucking hilarious. You know, you're better company than I thought."

"What's gotten into you two, huh?" You chuckle as you saunter in and retake your seat, leaning forward to set the ice on the coffee table, and then prop Billy's ankle on the bag.

"Nothin', sweetheart. This guy's not too bad to have around. He's funnier than I remember." As you lean back against the sofa, Billy stretches his good arm around your shoulders, and you settle against him.

"It's good that the two of you are getting along, for my sake, anyway." Billy doesn't say much, but hums in acknowledgement, while Steve just nods.

It's quiet for a little while longer, until Steve clears his throat somewhat awkwardly.

"Uh, Hargrove- Billy, even- fuck, that feels weird. Yeah, anyway, um, if you ever need a place to stay whenever, you know, this happens, you can always come here." Steve doesn't look at Billy when he talks, but if he did he'd see the way Billy's eyes soften ever so slightly, the way his shoulders relax into the plush couch behind him, the way his eyes go a little glossy.

"Thanks, Steve." Billy replies, before continuing with, "Yeah, that feels weird as shit, man." earning a laugh from both you and Steve.

After a moment, Billy yawns, and his eyes look droopier than they did a minute ago, so you decide now would be a good time for the two of you to head to bed.

"Alright, Stevie, we're gonna head to bed." You stand up, helping Billy do the same.

"Me too." Steve follows in suit, standing and stretching his arms over his head. The three of you head toward the stairs, with Steve behind you and Billy to make sure he can help if the latter falls.

As you're climbing the stairs, however, Steve has something on his mind.

"Hey, kid, any chance you're making pancakes tomorrow morning?" You turn around to face Steve and you don't think you've ever seen him look more hopeful in your life. "Billy, I swear to God, she makes the best pancakes in the world."

Billy smiles and says, "Well, sweetheart, I gotta try 'em. I'm somewhat of a pancake connoisseur, if you will." You roll your eyes.

"Ugh, fine. Yes, Steve, I will make my famous pancakes." You say, and you swear Steve looks like he could jump for joy. "But, you have to make spaghetti tomorrow night."

"Done."

When you reach the top of you stairs, you bid Steve goodnight, and make your way back to your room, but this time with Billy in tow, and you tell him to sit on the bed. Grabbing him one of his shirts that you stole a month ago, you help him out of his other one, careful not to disturb the fine bandaging you had previously carried out on his arm, and you gently pull the new one over his head, guiding his arms through it too. He opts for no pants, just boxers, and you're too tired to object, not that you mind either way, and the two of you lie back in your bed.

"Thanks for takin' care of me." Billy mumbled into your hair.

"Thanks for letting me." You reply, making Billy smile. And for the first time in a long while, Billy sleeps.

#billy hargrove #stranger things #billy hargove x reader #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove angst #billy hargrove fluff #jayne writes #billy hargrove fanfiction

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pinkdaiisies · 1 year

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hey I was wondering if you could write something where warren and reader say ‘I love you’ for the first time? <3 the warren brainrot is real 😔😔

I Do Love You Warren Rojas x Reader

summary: walking to a diner with your favorite drummer and some very lovely words are exchanged. fluff

notes: omgomg thank you so much for requesting!!!!! i haven’t written anything in so long, and i’ve really been wanting to write for warren!!! i hope you guys like it!! <3 also it’s pretty short and sweet so sorry that it’s not longer…

being a female bassist was hard. especially when you were dating the drummer in the band you were in. interviewers always made snarky comments about your guys relationship, and groupies always ignored warrens hand that was always around your hip at parties.

that’s why you and warren decided to take it slow. you didn’t want journalists marketing off your guys relationship. or paparazzi sneaking pictures of you guys making out on the side of the tour bus. (which may or may not have happened…)

Warren: Man she was horrified when those pictures came out…. i thought it was pretty funny.

Y/N: He said that? of course he did….

the band was in the process of recording Aurora. you and warren often spent long days at the studio, and on weekends when you weren’t partying with the rest of the band, he would take you on romantic dates.

Eddie: Those two were inseparable. you would never see one without the other. many people didn’t take relationships that seriously during the 70s… but man, those two were really in love. i’ve never seen warren be so in love with a girl before.

during gigs, warren would stare at you nearly the whole show. he wouldn’t miss a beat either. he loved watching you feel the music.

one day the recording session ran later than usual. it was almost 1 am. since you guys didn’t eat dinner warren had the great idea of grabbing a bite at the 24 hour diner around the block. the entire band agreed and started walking.

as you guys walked out of the studio, warren noticed you shiver as the cold night wind breezed through your hair. he immediately took off his denim jacket and put it around your shoulders.

“thank you.” you mumbled as you slipped your arms through the sleeves. you instantly felt relieved as the denim blocked the wind.

“no problem pretty girl.” he gave you a smirk that made your cheeks redden. “you know, you did really good today, the riff you wrote for kill you to try is amazing babe.” although billy is extremely stubborn, he gave you almost all creative freedom on your part. he knew what you were capable of and he trusted you enough to sound great.

warren always knew how to compliment you. and although you guys have been dating for a couple of months, he still gave you butterflies in your stomach.

“thank you, i like how billy let you start off the song all by yourself.” warren grabbed you around the waist and gave you a dramatic kiss on the cheek as a way of saying thank you.

Eddie: Like i said. inseparable.

Karen: Those two were the cutest couple ever. You can tell what they had was real.

The band walked fast in front of you, while you and warren lingered a couple feet behind them. you felt warren’s gaze linger on you in your peripheral vision.

Warren: Man, back then she had these jeans that she looked gorgeous in! she also had these chunky gold hoops in. i’m pretty sure she was wearing both of those that night. plus she always looked hot as hell in my clothes! if you were there you wouldn’t be able to stop staring either!

your boyfriend’s staring made you anxious, even though you know that he would never think bad of you.

“why are you staring at me?” you asked him with a smirk. if it were sunny out, warren would be able to see your red stained cheeks.

“what, am i not allowed to stare at my pretty girlfriend?!” warren replied.

“you’re so cheesy.” you giggled, which was music to warrens ears. he loved hearing you laugh.

“ohh you know you love me.” warren joked.

“i do love you.” the words slipped out of your mouth before you even comprehended them.

now it was warrens turn to blush. he wasn’t expecting your words. he looked at you stunned, and hesitated a bit. his hesitation worried you and you were about to take it back before he spoke.

“i love you more.” warren looked at you very seriously, taking in every single one of your facial features. he looked at you like you were the only girl in the world. you smiled.

you guys kept walking as a comfortable silence fell over you. warrens arm rested comfortably around your shoulders as you rested your head by his neck.

Karen: Those two were extra flirty and quiet that night at the diner. i figured something was up, but i didn’t think too much about it.

Y/N: That night was the first of many where i told him that i loved him.

#warren rojas #warren rhodes #warren rojas x reader #warren rhodes x reader #warren rojas imagine #warren rojas blurb #daisy jones and the six fanfic #eddie roundtree #karen sirko #karen karen

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xcherryerim · 2 months

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⋆·˚ ༘ * MASTERLIST ⋆·˚ ༘ *

Who can love you like I love you?

This warm and yet distant sweet dream Come here, babe

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💌 Monica | she/her | bi | 🇲🇽| 20 | +18 blog mdnf

💌 This is my main account and I post a lot.

if you only want to read my smuts consider following my side blog where I’ll reblog my writing.

💌 I will write for any Josh Hutcherson character / Vanessa Shelly / William Afton

💌 My first language is not english and also I’m pretty bad at punctuation so…. have patience with me.

💌 Keep in mind I am a beginner writer. Feed back as an ask is much appreciated!

— Smuts / rules / will not write

at the end!

| Hutchverse masterlist

hutchverse is a shit post AU where all Josh Hutcherson characters interact with each other. Feel free to add more to this silly little universe but please tag me! I wanna see it ♥️.

| Random canon facts of Mike from the novel

pt. 1

| Headcanons

| Mike

If Futturman and Mike were friends

| If Billy and Derek were friends

| Mexican Mike

| jhutch characters going to the beach

| Angst & Fluff

| Are we still friends? Mike schmidt angst

| Si tú me quisieras Mike schmidt angst & fluff

WARNING YOU REACHED THE HORNY CHAMBER!!!

rules: I will only write for fem afab / gn!afab & gn reader!

I will not write:

— Extremely weird fetishes. ex: feet

— Immoral content. cnc, rape, age play etc

I’m probably forgetting other stuff but if it’s not mentioned then… feel free to drop wild requests! i’m open to write anything.

This is a judgment free zone

MASTERLIST

Last smut: A kiss on the lips

last quick smut: A helping hand

Last story: Si tú me quisieras (If you loved me)

Strange Fascination (stalker mike x gn!reader) pt.2

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skylarsblue · 1 year

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billy loomis / stu macher x reader with autism? tysm! and if you can’t do it no worries ^^

(Autism gang, let's go! Also, I added Danny for my own enjoyment, forgive me.)

✦Ghostfaces With a S/O That's Autistic✦

✦Content; No warnings that I can think of, fluff, GN!Reader with nothing specified physically✦ ✦Stu; He/Him, Billy; He/Him, Danny; He/They✦

✧Stu Macher✧

I'm fairly certain Stu is neurodivergent, ADHD specifically. You look at this man and tell me he has a neurotypical brain, I dare you. Yeah, no, you can't.

Now given this is 1995-1996, the concept of people having ADHD & Autism wasn't super accepted. Honestly, people treated it like a devastating blow most of the time. (Sadly, not a whole lot has changed) I imagine Stu doesn't really understand what being neurodivergent really means. Like, he knows what autism is, but he's got a bit of a warped view of what it means for you. You can blame media for the majority of it, but don't worry! He's not gonna go Anti-Vax Mom™ on yo ass.

He'll actually listen to you, even if he doesn't fully understand. You'll have to break it to him that Autism isn't a life-destroying thing. It just means you process things a bit differently, have sensitivities, etc. He'll grab the concept pretty quickly.

When you explain stuff like sensory processing issues, he'll actually relate really hard. Stu's lived his whole life thinking he was just weird for his reactions to certain stimuli, but when you describe your own experiences, it makes him question.

Bringing up that he might have ADHD won't make him want to get tested, he doesn't see a need, it won't change anything about him and he's not huge on the idea of medications. But, he will ask you more questions. Autism & ADHD are different but they do have a decent amount of overlap and you know more than he does so he trusts your judgment.

"Wait is that why I feel like I wanna tear my skin off when I feel velvet?! ...YOU MEAN NOT EVERYONE HEARS ELECTRICITY? IT'S JUST US?!"

Mans has an epiphany every five seconds while you're talking.

When it comes to him helping you, he tries his best, but he's spacey and forgets certain things. Still, he does his best to keep it all in mind. If he knows there's one food you absolutely can't stand, he'll keep it off your plate. Even if it means scraping it all onto his own and making a mess.

Is there a sound that makes it feel like your head's about to explode? He'll cover your ears, put his head on your head/shoulder and hum something.

Sometimes, if you two share a sensitivity, he'll loudly express his hatred for it and insist you both leave/get rid of whatever's causing it.

Has probably broken something that was making a noise you both hated. "Ugh, finally. Look, see? Problem solved! Aren't I a genius, babe?"

Stu absolutely understands the consumption of hyperfixations and he supports you completely. If it's something he can't get into, sometimes he comes across a bit aloof to it, because it doesn't give his brain the dopamine rush it does for you. Still, he's glad you have something you enjoy and he'll still listen to your rants. As long as you do the same for him.

If you both are hyperfixating on the same thing at the same thing? Bro, y'all annoy the shit out of everyone and he does not give a single fuck.

If anyone makes you feel like shit for talking about it, he's gonna rip them a new one. He makes fun of their biggest insecurities if he feels they deserve it. Is it cruel? Yes, but he, doesn't, care. If you don't wanna feel his wrath, you sit there and listen intently to his baby's ramblings, damnit.

Stu's a pretty intense dude and he likes a lot of stimulation. But he understands if you get overwhelmed sometimes. His tolerance for lots of stuff going on is a lot higher than most people. Again, he'll cover your ears if it's a lot of noise. He'll cover your eyes if it's too much visual stimuli, keep you close to his body in a crowd. This also helps if you're shorter than him because he can surround you completely, helps feel like you're disconnected from the stressors around you.

He's hella rich, he'll get you all the fidget toys you want. All the shit you want for a hyperfixation. Best believe you get the best headphones and music player the market has to offer for those times you need to drown shit out.

He's a touchy-feely person and he's likely to forget your physical boundaries sometimes if touch is a problem for you. But he'll always apologize when you correct him. If touch isn't a problem, he's super cuddly. And if you're the type to be only okay with touch from specific people, he gets a huge ego boost from being that person.

He's a bit boney & fidgety but makes a decent human blanket.

An overall 10/10 for a Neurodivergent Partner.

✧Billy Loomis✧

I'm gonna be real with you, chief. He's not the best. He's not terrible! But not the best. I'm not saying he's gonna bully you for the things you do, no, he's an overall sweet partner in all honesty. He's patient and understanding.

Still, if he doesn't understand a thing you're doing, he might come across a bit annoyed. Like if you have an audible stim that you keep repeating, his tone comes across a bit snappy when he asks why you do it. He's not trying to upset you, his temper's just a bit shaky.

Sitting him down and explaining that you're autistic might get you a few annoying questions. He's not an asshole, he means well, but the questions come across rude. Ex; "But you don't act autistic.", "But you do (insert stereotypical thing).", etc. If you tell him that most of the stuff he knows is basically all poor representation and rumors, he'll give you a pretty basic apology and he'll stop. Billy will also ask what else is a result of shitty ideas of autism so he knows better. (You'll need to tell him that the R-word is a slur. He doesn't really use it but it's good for him to be aware.)

I personally see Billy as neurotypical, but he's been friends with Stu for a long time. If you have behaviors that overlap with Stu's, he'll handle it perfectly. He's a veteran at it.

Sometimes he'll think you're being a bit too sensitive about sensory stimuli, but when you explain it's not just that you dislike something, he'll be more willing to understand.

"It's just a bit of corn, it's not that bad." "Billy, when I bite into a single kernel, it triggers my fight or flight response, my body goes into panic mode, and I wanna tear my hair out and throw up. It is that bad." "...oh. Aight, here, trade me."

When it comes to overstimulation caused by stuff like noise and people, he actually understands. He's an introvert and large crowds exhaust him, which makes him irritable. If he sees you starting to get antsy and uncomfortable in a loud environment, he'll give you his walkman headphones and find a reason for you both to leave. He's excellent at manipulation, he'll find a way.

If you have skin sensitivity, he'll start keeping things on him that help alleviates it. Scissors to cut tags out of your clothes, a spare shirt(that's his because he totally has a kink for that), hand sanitizer, etc.

Best believe he's ready to throw hands with anyone who gives you shit. He will whoop ass, no hesitation. Billy's a very possessive & protective partner most of the time, he's ready to defend your honor at the drop of a hat.

He's got his hobbies and likes, but he doesn't have anything he'd consider a hyperfixation. Still, he'll be perfectly happy for you that you've found one. Sometimes he has to ask you to stop talking when you're rambling about it, but he learned after the first two times to specify it wasn't personal. He just needs quiet every now and then and he knows you'll get sad if he isn't actually listening to you.

Like Stu, he'll be very happy if your hyperfixation has anything to do with his own interests. Billy will actually be impressed if you know more niche facts and nuances than he is, this is often the easiest way to hold his attention when you're in a long info-dump.

He's not as rich as Stu, but he's got some decent money, plus a part-time job. His spare money will definitely be spent on your interests, no matter what it is. It could be a hyper-specific brand of toys and he'll buy the most expensive one they offer. He wants you to be happy! (And the terrible part of him wants to have the leverage to keep you loyal to him, no matter how terrible his actions get)

Despite his struggle to understand sensory processing disorder, he actually offers some pretty decent suggestions to get around it. Using myself as an example, I often struggle to brush my teeth because it'll feel like bugs are in my teeth. If you had something like this, he'd come up with a potential solution on the spot. "What if you brushed them in the shower? That way you can focus more on the water than the brushing."

Again, similarities between you and Stu will catch his attention and he'll make a mental note of it. One, he'll see if he can use his experience with Stu to handle your symptoms better. Two, he'll definitely consider asking you if Stu's neurodivergent.

Not the best, but he's trying his best. Solid 7/10.

✧Danny Johnson✧

ANOTHER NEURODIVERGENT.

I headcanon that Danny has AuDHD, which is both Autism & ADHD. Once he was diagnosed (well into his twenties), it was like they had opened pandora's box. Researching it made them go "OHH THAT'S WHY" every five seconds.

He grew up in rural Utah with a shitty dad who would definitely not treat Danny well if he knew about his son's neurodivergence. But that doesn't matter cause the bastard's dead. Letting Danny have the freedom to research the topic to his heart's content, which he does. It helped them immensely in terms of lifestyle.

When you come into his life and explain that you're autistic, he's completely accepting right off the bat. That's also assuming he wasn't stalking you for months prior to your relationship and that he didn't already know to begin with.

He's probably the most equipped to handle things like sensory overload & sensitivities, given he has so many himself. He's also, ironically enough, got the most patience for things like stims & info-dumping. Danny's a tempermental hypocrite but on this list he's the most chill with these things, funny eh?

They absolutely pick up on some of your stims and you pick up on his. It makes them so much worse, but it's cute. His main stims involve his hands and little sounds with his mouth, like whistling or humming.

Your food sensitivities don't need to be explained to him, he's got a million. It's aggravating because he wants to be a foodie so bad but then they have all these damn sensory problems. If a single piece of broccoli will ruin your entire meal, broccoli will be essentially banned from the house. He's a romantic like that.

Pre-cuts tags from your clothes, picks out things from pre-made meals that you hate before he even gives it to you, has a plethora of scented candles you like to cover up troublesome smells, and he's got a million versions of headphones/earbuds. They all work he just loses them constantly, buys more, then finds the originals again. Honestly, they have a whole drawer dedicated to music players.

Your ability to stick to a schedule helps out with his ADHD experience. He's got a pretty decent routine himself, but sometimes he'll fuck it up and find it hard to get back on track. For example, they've misplaced their meds and it's fucking up their whole morning? There you are with the correction and they're back on track. He'll jokingly call you a saint for it.

Sometimes his temper gets touchy and he'll get snappy at something you do. (This is more a general thing and less an Autistic thing) He gets real guilty when you look at him with sadness and quickly apologizes. Which is baffling, given they were pretty sure they were incapable of guilt for a long time.

"I'm sorry, sorry, it's not you. Not mad at you. Mad at this other thing, it's not personal, doll, sorry."

If you're overstimulated, Danny's got you covered, rest assured. He's got earbuds, at least three fidget toys, and he's always ready to give you comforting pressure. Whether it's by acting like a weighted blanket or a tight hug. They also really appreciate when you return the favor when they've had a bad day at work.

They get a huge ego boost if you consider him your main comfort, or if your comfort object is something of his. Like a gift they gave you or some article of their clothing.

Actively researches your hyperfixation so he can engage in conversation with you about it. They like seeing you get all excited when they bring it up. Most of the time, he ends up having a hyperfixation on it as well. If you do the same for him? You're asking for a cuddly bitch of a man.

Feels their cold heart melt when you do something to help their AuDHD. Remembering his safe foods, his fidgets, etc. If he wasn't obsessed before, he is now.

Anyone who gives you shit for being autistic is dead by morning, that's a basic rule. If you defend him against bullshit? He's fucking the shit out of you.(/hj)

Considers you a hyperfixation, honestly.

100/10, you caught a winner with Danny. If you don't mind obsessive behavior, possessiveness, and murder. But c'mon. You're here. Of course, you don't mind.

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dearhargrove · 2 years

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beat up love

Prompt from @novelbear

◦ All of A's concerns of hiding instantly go away when B gets hurt.

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You and Billy had been secretly dating for 2 months when he comes to school to find you in the middle of Carol and her friends.

𝔱𝔴'𝔰: Angst and fluff, wounds, insults

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𝔞/𝔫: this is my first time writing for him (& on Tumblr, so I'm hoping this won't be total catastrophe.. enjoy!)

You inhaled sharply when took a fistful of your hair and forced your head in her direction. “Did you hear me? Stay away from him!" she scoffed when you couldn't answer, too out of it by now.

Her and her friends had always had fun in making you feel bad about anything you said or did. So when they saw you and Billy talk this morning they went after you as quick as possible.

After you had left class, they dragged you behind the school building, where normally no teacher or anyone else would be. While they had always been insulting you, they hadn't been violent until now.

You knew, that if you would try fighting back they would overpower you. After all, they were three while you were alone.

You groaned as she let go of your hair and pushed your head back against the brick wall behind you. "Don't tell anyone about this. Or, do. No one will believe you anyway." she grinned evilly, turning to her friends who were laughing.

She smiled at you in a sickly sweet way while waving, her smile falling off her face as soon as she turned around to leave.

You let out a breath of relief, your ribs hurting with every breath you took. They had gotten you pretty badly this time around.

A sarcastic laugh left your lips as you thought about the reason they harassed you today. Well, you thought, I guess it's a bit too late to stay away from him.

You looked at your watch, seeing it was already well past 4 and you were supposed to have long been home.

"Fuck," you mumbled, hoisting yourself up.

Panting, you righted yourself, one hand holding onto the wall for balance. You didn't hear the fastened footsteps coming closer, nor did you notice your boyfriend turning around the corner.

His eyebrows furrowed as he saw you holding onto the wall and he stepped closer.

"Babe?" you flinched, surprised as you hadn't realized he was there. "Billy?" you coughed, putting on a brave smile. You didn't want him to know what had happened, he would just worry even more about you and blame himself for not protecting you.

You watched his eyes flick over your body and where you were holding your side. "What the fuck happened to you?" he may have sounded angry and harsh to anyone else, but you knew he was either shocked or upset about this situation.

"Uh... nothing..?" while you were a pretty good liar you couldn't lie to him - for he would somehow always know when you were lying.

He raised one eyebrow, huffing before coming closer to you. "I call bullshit, princess," he mumbled, leaning against the wall. You knew he was going to find out one way or the other but you were stubborn.

"No, I just fell in gym class you don't have to worry," he scoffed, licking his lips and leaning closer into your space. Fuck, he knew very well how to get you worked up. "And now the truth?"

You pouted, ribs pulsing in pain. "Why would I lie?" He grinned, mocking your pout in a cute way, "I don't know, why would you?"

He chuckled and you cursed yourself for caving so quick.

"Carol and her minions saw us talking this morning and weren't too happy with that," was your simply explanation as you kicked a pebble away.

His gaze darkened in anger as he huffed. "Why the fuck does she still think she owns me or something?"

You shrugged, straightening up and lifting a hand to his cheek. "Baby I've dealt with worse, yeah? Don't worry I'm fine just a bit worn out." he sighed, relishing in the warmth that you were.

"Not gonna beat 'em up for this because I can't, but I'm definitely gonna speak with them, baby." he decided. You knew that when he had something in mind nothing could stop him from doing it, so you didn't even try talking him out of it.

"But they don't know we're together-" he interrupted you by leaning his forehead against yours and carefully pulling you in by laying on hand on your hip. "We should make it public." that's... a surprise? He was the one who had wanted your relationship to be private, as the situation with his dad was still really bad and he didn't want anyone to talk bad about you.

It didnt bother you, in fact it worked kind of in your favor - you never liked being in the spotlight and always kept in the back and being Billy's girl definitely meant being in the center of attention, well, all the time.

You grin, placing a kiss on his lips. "don't mind that." He chuckles, burying his face in your neck and just hugging you close for a second.

"Alright. Tomorrow you're gonna ride with me." he decided, not like you were against it.

"I still want to know what happened to you, eh?" he said seriously, before effortlessly picking you up. "Oh my God!" you shrieked, startled. "Don't just scare me like that!" you complained, frowning at him.

He just laughed, the wind slightly messing up his blonde locks. "Hm, no. You're cute when you get startled." you ignored the obvious blush high on your cheeks and huffed.

"Alright, I'm gonna stay here tonight. Neil's not home." he mumbled the last part, licking his lips and carefully taking of your shoes, jacket etc.

You watched him with a fond smile as he helped you get dressed for bed. He reached out and took the hem of your shirt, waiting for you to raise your arms. "Billy," you whined, flushing red, "you don't need to undress me..."

He smirked, "Hm, but I do it often enough, don't I?" you give him a scandalized look, lightly slapping his hand away and pulling your shirt over your head yourself.

You throw it at the end of the bed, reaching to unclasp your bra. Turning and moving around with your arms hurt and you turned your back to him, waiting for him to help you.

You didn't expect the blank face and sharp inhale at the sight of your back. Confused, you turn to him as best as possible. "They got you pretty bad, beautiful," he explained, sighing.

"You know, you could've very well just called for me-" he starts. You get up and stand in between his legs, looking down at were he sat on your bed. "Don't you start putting the blame on you. You know I hate when you do that."

He frowned, wanting to retort something cocky. "Nope, listen to me," you put a hand under his chin, raising his head so he looked into your eyes. "You really gotta stop thinking everything is your fault, love."

he looks away, having had this conversation with you more than once.

"I can handle shit by myself," you start, a quick nod coming from him, "but that doesn't mean I should always do something. If Carol and her friends feel better telling me to stay away from someone, or whatever, let them. I don't care. I do care about you though, and you shouldn't ruin your reputation through being mean," you make air quotation marks, "to the most popular girls in school. That's going to create unnecessary problems, yeah?"

He leans his head on your stomach, humming. "I know, but I hate seeing you get hurt and not being able to do anything." you just pat his back before stepping back. "Well you better help me with this," you turn your back to him waiting for him to open your bra, "or you're the one getting hurt."

"Bossy." he mumbles, taking the piece of clothing off you.

"Love you too, baby." you grin.

#billy hargrove x reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #stranger things #billy hargrove #netflix #stranger things s4 #hawkins indiana

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iovesia · 1 year

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LOVE ME DEAD.

❥⠀masterlist. ⠀:⠀ ( scream masterlist. )

synopsis: what it would be like to date stu macher.

warnings: angst. slight toxic relationship dynamics. gaslighting. sexual innuendos. mentioned murder. mentioned blood. soft yandere tendencies. slight fluff.

pairings: stu macher 𝒙 gn!reader.

josie’s note .⁺ ˖ ⌒ this is a repost from my old account, but this time i actually fixed my grammar mistakes. your media consumption is your own responsibility, read the warnings and enjoy!— reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated !! ♡

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This man is grade-A level clingy, his love language is 100% physical touch or quality time. he’d try and spend as much time with you as possible (when he’s not planning murders with Billy).

At first he’s chill, but as he increasingly gets comfortable in the relationship: He’s. All. Over. You.

He’d have his arm wrapped around you when walking down the hallway, his hand on your thigh in the middle of class (he has to always be touching you in some way.)

Very golden retriever / slight himbo energy.

He’s got some rich parents, so he’d definitely get you anything you asked for, or just whatever reminded him of you. he’d buy you clothes, record players, some horror movie memorabilia, or whatever else.

He loves when you wear his clothes, he constantly tells you that it looks 10 times better on you.

He smells either like vanilla, or really shitty axe-body spray. There’s no in-between.

You guys jam out to pop-music together. he’s a loud and proud mariah carey, and britney spears enthusiast!

He’s a horny little shit, so prepare for him to constantly make everything sexual.

"My face is so dry, I need to get a facial," you sigh, looking into the mirror.

"That's what she said."

"Stu! Gross!"

Speaking of making jokes, this man cannot read the room for the life of him. If it’s an inappropriate time, he’s probably gonna make even more jokes. (i.e. the “liver-alone” jokes).

When the news breaks out about Casey Becker, and her boyfriends’ murder, Stu insists on walking you everywhere.

"C'mon babe, I'll be, like, your knight in shining armour. Y'know, keeping you safe from G-G-Ghostface," he says teasingly, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"You're so dumb," you playfully roll your eyes, but can't seem to stop the childish grin growing on your lips.

He’s never planning on telling you about his (or Billy’s) involvement in the Woodsboro murders. One: out of fear that you’ll go to the cops, and it’s going to get him and Billy arrested. Two: if he’s developed genuine feelings for you, he’d be scared that you’d break up with him or react... badly (understandably).

Not to be a buzzkill, but he killed Casey because she broke up with him, so breaking up with him might not end too good … but you don’t know that (ignorance is bliss, I guess).

Speaking of Billy, he’s gonna be hanging around you guys frequently. You’d get pretty annoyed at the lack of alone time with Stu, but you’d never bring it up because you wouldn’t want to come between their friendship. (Billy’s a bit of a loner, so he doesn’t really have anyone else to hang with besides Stu and Sidney.)

Stu’s a class clown, so every lesson with him is just a game of ‘try not to laugh’. He loves the sound of your laugh, and seeing your smile, it’s contagious.

He’s not the best at comforting you when you’re down, but he’ll crack a million jokes, even if only one of them made you feel better.

He’s fine with being either the big spoon, or little spoon. Stu loves the feeling of your arms wrapped around him. He would lay down his head on your chest, and sound of your heartbeat would calm him down.

He’s not a very jealous person, but he is a little possessive. Growing up as a spoiled, only child, he’s very accustomed to getting what he wants all the time. Whenever he sees you talking to another person, he’s immediately standing behind you, staring down at the person. (He's not the most intimidating looking guy, let’s be real, but it’s the thought that counts <3)

Since he’s a pretty extroverted guy, he throws a lot of parties, and is a major people person. So.. sorry to any introverts, but this man loves being center of attention. He craves being in the "spotlight", and having everyone laugh at his jokes.

He’d be bummed out if you wouldn’t want to come to parties he’s hosting or going to, and he’d be a little bitchy about it.

"Oh c'mon, Y/N, you never want to do anything fun with me."

He does not think before he speaks. So prepared to have your feelings hurt ─ accidentally, of course.

He would apologize in a very cheesy way. Stu would probably get you some flowers, or recite some cheesy apology from one of your favorite rom-com movies. You should be angry at him, but he’s just so charismatic, and funny, you end up forgiving him a lot.

Contrary to popular belief, Stu is somewhat smart, in a sense that he’s good at manipulating people (probably better than Billy, due to his friendlier persona). So when you’d get suspicious of him, he’s gonna get a little gas-lighty.

"Jesus, Y/N you're crazy if you think I could've done that! I mean, do you really think I'm psychotic?"

But, surprise, surprise, you do eventually find out about the whole Ghostface thing.

Randy's body collapsed to the floor, with a loud thud. You watched from the kitchen, a half-wall safely covering you from Billy's line of sight. The sound of Sidney's scream echoes through the house as you slowly retreat from the disaster in front of you.

Suddenly, you felt your back hit something, as an arm was now wrapped around your neck, crushing your airways. A familiar voice whispered in your ear that made your heart stop: "Surprise, Y/N."

#stu macher x reader #stu macher imagine #scream imagine #scream x reader #scream 1996 #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis imagine #ghostface x reader #ghostface imagine

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starlightandfairies · 2 years

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Can I request one where reader and billy makeout together and billy tells reader he loves her, but PLOT TWIST! Reader is apart of the group who knows about the upside down and has been apart of all the craziness, so when hopper sees them he’s pissed bc he thinks of reader as a daughter? And ending it with billy kind of being like love you babe like hopper doesn’t bother him? I’m sorry if it goes against your rules if so please delete this!!!

Description: The reader gets told by Billy that he loves her and Hopper gets fatherly protective about the situation.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff,

*I'm sorry for how short it is, been all over the place lately. *

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 771

The least I can say is that this I as far as Billy and I got in our relationship. He respected it, and never pushed me to go further than I was comfortable with, which made me feel loved and cared for. Knowing that he wouldn't push me made me happy and he never got cranky if I wanted to stop mid-make-out session which is honestly what I think everyone deserves. Someone who wouldn't get angry if you wanted to stop. Billy and I had been going strong for the last little while, maybe to his dismay we only started getting touchy-feely around seven months of dating. We made out every now and again, usually when no one else was home or in the back of his car parked somewhere that gave us some peace from everyone else.

"Babe, where'd you go?" Billy whispered into my ear, I jumped slightly and smiled softly at him, whispering a quick apology for wandering off while we were being intimate.

"Just thinking of us, how much I value our relationship," I whispered, he chuckled and kissed my lips before caressing my cheek.

"Well, I'm glad you do, do you want to continue?" I nodded, smiling softly and kissed his lips. Smiling against the kiss as he wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling me closer as he cupped my face with his other hand. I hummed gently as he kissed my lips, holding me with a loving hold.

"I love you." I heard him whisper, I blushed shyly at the words, knowing he's not the type who opens up easily. I smiled happily at him, he chuckled and held me closer after I jumped at the aggressive tapping on the window. I glanced to see who it was, gulping slightly as I saw Hopper. He was like a father figure to me and so I felt like I was caught with my hand in the cookie jar as a little kid.

"Out. NOW!" Billy gently pushed me out of the car, following me out, he kept a hand on the small of my back, and his attitude changed slightly as he looked at the man.

"Can I help you, officer?" Billy asked with a slightly smug tone, I blushed slightly as Billy kissed my cheek, he smiled softly and I shot him a shy look that was also a little stern.

"Hop, what's going on?" I questioned, rolling my eyes slightly as he pointed at Billy and walked him away. Billy didn't know about the upside-down, I've been trying to keep that away from him in the fear of him thinking I'm crazy. Also in fear of him being hurt. Last year I got pretty injured during the first battle of Hawkins Labs, so Hopper did the fatherly thing and put me on babysitter duty most of the time. I didn't mind looking after them all, but it sucked when he didn't fuss over Nancy or the others. Billy waited for Hopper as he walked over to me, I still felt like I had been caught doing something wrong and felt like I was about to be scolded.

"Have you told him?"

"No-"

"Come with me." I walked over to Billy, smiling nervously at the boy and shifted nervously on my feet as Hopper began explaining all the stuff to Billy, he looked at me several times as if internally asking if it were real or not. I just gave a nod and whispered quietly to him.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I was scared." I apologised, he kissed my forehead and then turned to Hopper.

"Don't worry, I can help out, I'll stick by Y/N's side, you've got nothing to worry about. And as for the other thing-" Billy turned to face me, he crouched down slightly and smiled with a cheeky grin.

"Hey, darling, I love you. You're all that I need. I love you." He whispered, pulling me in for a hug. I'm assuming Hopper gave him the gold old 'do not hurt her' threat. This was probably just Billy's way of saying that he wouldn't or also an "I don't care what you say" I pecked his lips slightly and was taken back by the slight deepening of the kiss.

"Okay, okay, okay- break it up." Hopper pulled us apart, just like he did with Eleven and Mike. Billy winked at me slightly, his smugness coming out as he respectively tried to push Hopper's buttons.

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silassinclair · 2 years

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“You’re my Muse”

[Billy H. x Artistic Reader] 🎨

Summary: Y/n loves Billy’s face. He’s just so handsome and gorgeous and UGH. She loves holding his face and looking into his eyes, and Billy is just like, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF

Glam metal music played softly from Billy’s stereo. The volume was turned down more than his usual listening volume because his girlfriend Y/n was doodling in her sketchbook on his bed. He absolutely adored her. She was cute seven ways to sunday. Her cute little hobby of drawing, her love for bugs, but most importantly was her weird fascination for his face.

Weird because it was only his face. Her pages were full of realistic sketches of his face at many different angles and making many different expressions. He was flattered and never questioned it, but it got to the point where she would hold his face in her hands for long minutes at a time and just stare adoringly.

Billy loves her to the moon and back but he cannot help but feel… a little weirded out by her quirky behavior, not in a bad way of course. So he finally asks, “Hey baby?”

The sound of pencil on paper stops. “Yeah Billy?” Y/n asks and crawls over to him. He was seated on the floor against the bed she was on so she leaned down and put her cheek against his, another thing she did quite often.

“Not to sound mean.” He starts, “But I gotta ask you, what is with you and always being all over my face. I know that I’m handsome and attractive and the hottest guy ever but I can’t help but feel like you have a weird fascination for my face.” He says with a light grin.

An awkward pause fills the room. Even the song on the stereo was quieting down, playing it’s last part.

“Well uh.” Y/n say straight up and scratched her neck. She knew this day would come. After all personal space is important so of course her boyfriend would question her weird actions. “I just really like your face.”

Billy turned around with a quirked up eyebrow and a smirk. “Oh I know that babe. That’s why you’re all over me after all. But I wanna know more. Give me the sweet juicy details.” His thumb brushed against her hand that he had held in his.

“To put it simply, you’re my muse Billy.” She said with a smile. Her head tilted to the side to see Billy’s facial expression change from smugness to wonder.

“Your jawline is sharp, cheekbones are prominent, and your eyes,” Y/n gently takes hold of his face. His head is turned up as her fingers trace gently against his jaw. Billy is at a loss for words, no one has EVER said anything like this to him before.

“Your eyes are absolutely stunning. I could drown in that gorgeous blue color.” She places a small peck on the space between his eyes.

“And don’t get me started on your lips.” Her thumb traces the plump bottom lip. “They’re so smooth and plump. I just wanna kiss em all day.”

At this point Billy’s face was as red and flush as the crimson paint Y/n used in her artworks. The affection was almost overwhelming. His brain simply couldn’t process how someone so sweet, cute, and humble could adore him this much. He thought men were the ones who were supposed to fluster their girlfriends, but apparently it was the other way around right now.

“I love all of you.” Y/n whispered softly and placed a light kiss on his cheek.

In the blink of an eye Billy pounced and had Y/n pinned under his body. Her arms spread limply by her sides under the soft cushion of Billy’s mattress.

“Do you really mean that?” Billy said. His tone was like a whisper. Hope in his voice wishing it were true, but he knew it was too good to be true. “All that you said, you mean it?” His golden brown locks fluttered from side to side, framing his perfect face.

The girl reached a hand up to cup the jaw of her lover above. A smile painted her face. “I meant every word, love.” That petname for him had hime weak in the knees any time she said it, which was pretty rarely. Usually she’d just call him Billy, baby, or B.

Billy leant down and trapped her lips in a heated kiss. He never wanted tor leave this moment. In between kisses Y/n giggled, her arm’s wrapped around his neck lovingly.

“Aw? Is my sweet boyfriend flustered? Or do you just really like being praised and complimented?”

A growl escaped the depths of his throat. “How could I not be a blushin’ mess when you say shit like that?” His lips traced the shell of her ear. “God I don’t deserve you baby.” His whisper sent a shiver down her spine.

She smirked and batted her lashes, “Oh and that sexy voice of yours, I could listen to it all da-”

She was cut off with a kiss. Her boyfriend’s eyes were wide and his cheeks were on fire, his bottom lip twitching too much so he bit down on it.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll show you how much I love you more.”

#stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove fluff #stranger things fanfiction #fluff

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billys-pretty-babe · 1 year

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Hi Emily 💙

How are you darling ? Feeling good today ? 🤍

Could I request a fic please ? Something in which reader is best friends with Billy and one day he comes home looking exhausted and she notices he is more tense and stressed than usual, her heart breaks for him so she offers to give him a shoulder massage. At first it's pretty light but gradually Billy relaxes more. She is so soft, so gentle, and so sweet with him that he's on the verge of tears because no one has ever done that for him before.

The second time it happens is maybe because of an injury he got from a basketball game and then reader gives him a full body massage and that's when he breaks down for good. Like full sobbing.

Pure fluff please 🤍🤍🤍🥺🥺🥺

Thank you Em 💙 You are a ✨ gem✨.

Hi babe! I'm doing great, I hope you are too. I'm so sorry this took a few days to finish, I've been studying for my upcoming finals :)

Comfort

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary : ^^^^^^^

Warnings : Billy makes two sex jokes, few swear words but otherwise all fluff!!!

Word Count : ~ 1.5k

A/N : Billy and Reader mention love but it's all platonic!! Billy calls Reader 'babe' but it's just a pet name, no romance!

Billy tiredly trudged into his bedroom to see you on his bed. He smiled as best as he could, exhaustion on his face. "How long have you been here?" You shrugged because it had been long enough for you to lose track of time. "Not long," you responded. Billy put his hand in his back, groaning as he took off his shirt.

Billy rolled his neck, trying to relieve the pressure. "Come here, B." He looked at you before sitting between your legs. You tied his hair up so it wasn't in your way. "What're you doing," he asked, his words slurring. You put your hands on his naked shoulders, gently rubbing the mole he had.

"Just gonna rub your shoulders." He nodded and he felt you apply pressure on his left shoulder as you rubbed the tension out with your thumbs. You softly hummed as you continued to knead his tight muscles. Slowly he began to relax, practically melting into your touch as the knots in his shoulders diminished into nothing. "Am I hurting you?" He quickly shook his head. "No, don't stop please," he softly pleaded.

The more you gently rubbed and quietly talked, the more he felt his walls crumble. Sure, you guys were best friends but he was still guarded. He snapped out of his trance when you gently rubbed the bottom of his neck, making him cringe slightly as he felt slight pain, making you quietly apologize to him before moving your hands again to his shoulder blade.

You were being gentle with him and it made his eyes get teary because throughout his entire life no had been gentle with him until he met you, a person he met during the rough transition period in his life. He felt groggy the more you rubbed. He shimmied down the bed before flopping down in your lap. You laughed and twirled a curl that had fallen out of the hair tie.

"Tired?" He nodded and you attempted to get out from underneath him and he went dead weight as he felt you wiggle. "Stay, quick nap and then I'll take you to the drive-in." You nodded and played with his hair before you both fell asleep.

Months passed, the two of you hanging out everyday and you going to his games no matter what. One night after a game that you weren't able to attend, he walked into your room with a pained expression on his face. "I hurt my back." You put your book down and laid a towel down because no matter how much you loved him, he stunk. He laid on the towel and groaned as he tried to relax on his stomach, his legs hanging off of your bed.

"You're so sweaty," you said as you looked at his back that was slick in sweat, some beads rolling off of his sides and onto the towel. He laughed, "That's man sweat, babe." You rolled your eyes and wiped off his sweaty skin with a discarded towel from your shower earlier in the day. You moved to straddle his butt. "Babe, I'm not into pegging." You rolled your eyes and slapped his thigh, "Shut up." You both laughed and you shook your head.

"Where does it hurt." He grabbed your wrist gently and placed your hand where it was hurting. "Okay, just relax as best as you can." He nodded and moved his arms under his head. "Want some music on?" Billy softly laughed, "Am I gonna get a happy ending." You rolled your eyes once more. "No, I don't want your dick touching me at all." He laughed before you began working your hands over his shoulders first as he hummed.

"I'm not a professional, you know that right?" He nodded, "You're gentle with me, that's why I come to you." You nodded and continued what you were doing as you both talked about the game. You put slightly more pressure on his shoulder blade and he groaned in satisfaction. The room grew quiet before his occasional groan. Your hands moved down to his back to where it hurt the most.

Billy began to think, his eyes shut as he thought about every single way you've cared for him and loved him. You vowed to always be his best friend through thick and thin and for some reason, he felt like life was always going to be on the thick side but no matter what, you were always with him reassuring him every step of the way.

He got into a fight? You were cleaning his wounds, talking him out of his head space. He was remembering his mom? You were there holding his hand and listening to him vent. Through it all in Hawkins, you were there and you'd always be there.

He didn't know it until he sniffled that he was crying. Your hands stopped as they laid on his skin. "B? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry." He shook his head and wiped his tears. "No, I'm okay, promise." You gently rubbed your thumb at the nape of his neck. "Did something happen?" He shook his head, "Just th-thinking," he hiccuped as he spoke, his throat threatening to close as the dam in his eyes was cracking at the pressure of his tears, raging waves ready to leave his beautiful eyes.

You continued to rub his neck softly. "Wanna talk about it?" He shook his head again. "Okay, is it okay if I continue or do you want me to stop?" He sniffled once more, letting his tears fall quickly. "Continue please." You nodded and continued to rub, putting slight pressure at the sorest part of his back. Billy closed his eyes, thinking of his memories with you.

You had both drunk too much alcohol as couples and even friends kissed around the two of you. You and Billy had only been friends for a mere week, if that by the time you had invited him to Tina's party.

"Wanna get outta here," Billy asked, his words slightly slurred. You nodded and he grabbed your hand and ran out of the house as you ran with him, both of you stumbling and he passed his car and your car before running across the road, dodging the slow cars before running into the woods with you.

He tripped over a tree root and landed in a bush, bringing you with him as you crashed into his toned chest as you both loudly laughed. He looked at the stars and began tracing some of them using your index finger. "We should be friends forever." You looked up at him, his eyes glassy and his brain disoriented, surely the California boy wasn't growing soft. "Okay," you responded with a shrug of your shoulders.

That was ten months ago and you kept your word. You finished the massage. "Payment time." Billy laughed and reached into his gym bag and grabbed the snacks that you loved and you thanked him, placing a quick peck to his cheek as he sat up and wiped his face as you opened the bag. "Wanna talk about it now?" He shrugged. "You treat me differently than anyone else has and it feels so fucking good but at the same time, it's like one fuck up and you're out."

You raised a brow, "Billy, I'm not leaving. I know it seems too good to be true, trust me I feel the same but I know I can always count on you when I get into shit that I shouldn't be in and I'm the same for you." He nodded as he laid on your pillows, talking about everything that was making him overthink.

"I'm always here and I'll always be here, nothing will ever change that, okay?" He nodded and squeezed your knee. "Love you." You smiled and rubbed his head like he was a child, "Love you too, B." He laughed and fixed his hair before he got comfortable. "Are you about to fall asleep?" He nodded as he yanked the blanket from you. "Give that back," you said as you tugged it from his tight grip, falling onto your floor and he cackled loudly. "Oh my god," he said as he tried to catch his breath, huffing out a little.

"Help me up you ass." He laughed again and helped you up and you placed the blanket over the two of you. "Don't take my half." He rolled his eyes and mocked you making you both laugh. You settled in, putting your rolled up snacks on your bedside table, knowing you'd finish them in the morning before you fell asleep with Billy.

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haven-dark · 2 months

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Idk what to do with this but it's gonna spontaneously combust if I just let it sit in my drive, so I guess I'm just gonna put it here for now?

A little scene(s) I whipped up after a discussion with some friends about the idea of middle-aged Stu and Billy moving into a picturesque suburban town and their neighbors slowly getting suspicious as people go missing.

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The neighborhood’s newest resident easily has fifteen years on the most recent Mrs. Jones, but so does her husband, and Dennis doesn't have a smoothly sculpted jawline and lusciously thick head of dark hair.

The moving truck is still mostly full when she comes by with her youngest stepson in tow. “Mason, leave the bugs alone,” she orders, taking his little arm firmly and dragging him away from a beached earthworm and towards the new neighbor's house.

She fluffs her curls and double checks her lipstick in a car mirror before approaching the man from behind.

“I was wondering when the new family would arrive,” she says as a greeting. “The sign said sold for a little bit there.”

He glances at the lawn sign bearing the fake smile of the fake blonde who’d been responsible for selling the place. She’s one of those PTA bitches, but Cassidy is sure that she told them every charming story they could possibly want to hear about how great Arbor Village is. “Yeah, some stuff took longer than expected to sort out.”

“Can we go home now?” Mason whines.

“It's not nice to interrupt grown-ups,” she reprimands. She looks to the man apologetically, but he seems unbothered. “Kids,” she chuckles. She bends to pick Mason up so she can sneak a look at the man's left hand. No ring. “Do you have any?”

“I've got these three.” He raps the knuckles of his right hand, which does sport a couple of rings, against the cab window. Three canine faces appear on cue, a small light one squished between the larger, darker two.

She giggles at the reveal. “So no human children? How about a wife?” she ventures.

“No wife,” he says. “And these three are more than enough.” His head is tilted toward the window, and she lets her eyeline drop to his lips as he talks. They look soft.

He looks back to her more quickly than she’d expected and she’s sure that she’s been caught. She blushes slightly. He turns his full focus on her, looks her up and down.

Having had no specific plans of running into a charming older bachelor, she hadn’t selected her outfit for Mason’s park day very intentionally. Her workout pants are visibly faded and she’s pretty sure this jacket has that collection of stains speckled along the bottom, but she doesn’t want to check and draw attention to it.

His gaze is intense. It feels a little like he’s peering into her, breaking her into her components with his dark eyes so he can review each piece. Despite starting to overheat as she stands in a patch of sun in her sweats, she feels a little naked. She doesn’t dislike it.

If he concludes his assessment with a negative impression of her, he gives no sign of it. He rubs his beard and gives her a warm smile before offering his ringed hand for her to shake. “I'm Billy.” His grip is almost gentle for the rugged look of him, though it's strong. She doesn’t want to take her hand back, so she lets it linger as long as she thinks she can get away with it.

“Cassidy Jones. Although,” she offers, “friends call me Sid.”

His eyebrows go up slightly. “Sid,” he repeats, and she wants to melt at the sound of it. She loves the way it drips off his tongue, almost musically. “That’s great. It suits you.”

She blushes again, pleasantly this time. “Well, thank you, Billy.” Mason’s been patting and grabbing at her to get her attention, though he’s miraculously stopped talking, like he was told. She irritably sets him back on the ground. “You know, by the time you get all of this unpacked it’s going to be far too late to start cooking, and you should really have a home cooked meal on your first day in town. If you’d like–”

“Who’s this, Babe?” A second man appears by Billy, wrapping an arm around him from behind and setting his chin on Billy’s shoulder. He’s at least as attractive as Billy, but the way his eyes scan over Cassidy makes her feel like she’s being not just undressed but completely skinned.

Billy smirks downward, to himself, then looks over his shoulder. “Stu, this is our neighbor from across the street. Sid.”

There’s something unsettling in the grin Stu responds with. “Nice t’meet ya, Sid.”

She wants to retract the invitation to the nickname, but she can’t just ask one of them not to use it. “You too,” she says, because it’s just the thing to say. She lifts Mason back up, ready to exit the conversation.

But Billy continues it. “She was just inviting us over for dinner tonight, so we can have a home cooked meal on our first night in town.” Shit. Yet another invitation she’d offered too early and can’t rescind. “Isn’t that nice?” He looks at her again, even though the question is clearly directed to his partner. His smile is so kind that she wonders for a second if she really wants to take it back, but she hopes that they’ll make a polite attempt at declining so she can use it as a window to renegotiate.

“Oh, that’s really generous,” Stu says. “Putting yourself out like that for a couple of strangers.”

She feels like Mason’s worm, wriggling here in the sun, so close to safety, but unable to get out of this alone. The sad irony is the only ones who can release her are the ones who put her here in the first place. And at least one of them seems set on watching her squirm.

Billy’s turned to look at Stu on his shoulder again. “It might be late by the time we finish unpacking…”

Cassidy tries to wedge herself back into the conversation at that moment, but Stu’s too quick to close off the opening. “Don’t do that. Look how uncomfortable she is. You’re being so rude to turn down a neighborly welcome.” He gives a broad smile and tells her, “We’d love to come.”

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Stu watches Billy, standing in the street in front of the moving truck, through the half-shut kitchen blinds as he sets a stack of boxes on the otherwise empty counter. He can tell by the body language that he’s talking to someone, but it takes a second for her to swoop into his line of vision as she bends to pick up a small boy.

Some neighborhood mom here to chat him up. Of course. What is it with moms and Billy? They’re fucking magnetized to him anywhere he goes. Stu had been inside for all of a minute and she’d just materialized.

She’s cute, too, with a mess of dark curls and a set of curves that aren’t completely swallowed up by the track suit she’s wearing. Billy’s probably going to flirt back just so Stu can catch him doing it. He’s such a little shit.

Billy makes eye contact with him through both of the truck’s windows just as he steps out onto the front porch. “No wife,” he says to the woman, with a smirk at Stu.

Fucking asshole. Predictable but still infuriating.

As soon as he knows Stu’s seen him, he turns back to the woman, angling his body so Stu can watch in profile as he roughly rubs at his facial hair, a move women for some reason seem to find charming.

Stu fumes for a moment before charging over to make his entrance and mark his territory.

“Who’s this, Babe?” He adds the pet name with a slight emphasis as he slips a possessive arm around Billy’s midsection. He sets his chin on Billy’s shoulder as if in an affectionate embrace, but he lets its point and his fingertips push just a little too hard into Billy to make sure he gets the message.

He plasters on a friendly smile as his eyes devour the woman in front of him, not hungrily but angrily. Maybe a little hungrily. She really is cute. A little young for his taste, but definitely something he could have been into a decade ago.

When his eyes return to hers, he can see that she’s recalculated the scenario and realized her mistake. That’s right, bitch, he broadcasts telepathically. This is mine.

Billy’s looking at the ground, silently laughing to himself. Stupid asshole’s gotten exactly what he wanted. He turns to look at Stu and the broadcast changes to, You’re gonna fucking pay for this later, you dick.

“Stu, this is our neighbor from across the street,” Billy introduces, the stupid smirk still tugging on the corner of his mouth. He pauses, just slightly, and adds an emphasis that probably only Stu can pick up on as he delivers the name. “Sid.”

He’s still pissed at Billy, but he can’t contain the grin that splits his face at the coincidence. He’d thought he was so funny picking a town called Arbor Village because of its parallel to their hometown. But to have the first neighbor they meet be called Sid? That was too good. He couldn’t have scripted it any better.

“Nice t’meet ya, Sid.” He eyes her again and, maybe he’s imagining it, but he can even see a certain resemblance to the Prescott women in her face. Especially when her eyes widen and brow furrows as he smiles down at her. She looks enticingly like a spooked deer.

She picks up her kid as she’s returning the greeting like she’s about to make a run for it. Billy gives a watch this grin sideways at him before showing off the trap he’d built while Stu was away.

“She was just inviting us over for dinner tonight.” Stu shares his grin. The sentence shackles the woman to the spot in front of them. “So we can have a home cooked meal on our first night in town. Isn’t that nice?”

Sid’s no longer merely spooked. When he looks back to her, she’s a caged animal, looking across the street to freedom through invisible bars. She, seemingly unconsciously, takes a step backward. There’s a plea in her eyes for them to let her go, but to uninvite them would be so impolite.

And to expect your captors to be your saviors is just naive. He can’t resist rattling the cage a little.

“Oh, that’s really generous,” he joins in. There’s a hint of mocking in his tone. He can’t help it. He’s having too much fun. But he’s sure to add a little earnestness, too, like he’s genuinely touched by her offer. “Putting yourself out like that for a couple of strangers.”

God, she’s starting to look genuinely scared now and it’s delicious. He could almost salivate as the line about them being strangers registers in her eyes.

The kid’s wiggling in her arms and she really looks like she could sprint away if the unanswered invitation wasn’t holding her in place.

Does he really want to go to her house for dinner? Who knows? Who cares? But he really fucking wants to keep playing with his prey.

Billy turns his head back to Stu. “It might be late by the time we finish unpacking…”

Sid’s muscles relax. Stu’s smile wilts. Billy’s just unlocked the door, unbound her, and offered up an escape route.

Is he the one Billy’s been fucking with this whole time? He’s been dangling her in front of him just to let her go at the last second?

But when he looks over, there’s a command in Billy’s eyes. He’s lining up Stu’s shot and ordering him to take it. Giving her a little false hope just so Stu can bat it away. How’s he such a piece of shit and also the perfect man?

She opens her mouth to respond, to dash through the open cage door. He cuts her off.

“Don’t do that,” he pretends to reprimand Billy. “Look how uncomfortable she is.”

He suppresses his smile as he does exactly as he’s just instructed Billy. She’s uncomfortable and now also confused. She doesn’t know which direction he’s moving with this. She's praying that he's about to show her mercy.

Her prayers are going to remain unanswered.

He takes just a little too long to continue speaking, to let her suffer an extra half a second before he pulls the trigger. “You’re being so rude to turn down a neighborly welcome.”

Billy’s snicker is silent, but Stu feels the vibration against his body. That, along with the despair in their target’s eyes, warms his bones with sweet satisfaction.

Maybe he’ll actually be thanking Billy later instead of punishing him.

The smile on his face is completely genuine when he answers. “We’d love to come.”

#scream 1996 #Billy Loomis #Stu Macher #stuilly #scream #scream movie #billystu #stu x billy #billy x stu #scream fanfic #scream fandom

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katyawriteswhump · 5 months

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Kiss me better (Steddie holiday drabble)

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 26 prompt, ‘Who did this to you?’

For Eddie, being an immortal sex demon has its advantages, especially when your boyfriend is left for dead. Also posted on my ao3

WC: 985. Rating: M (bordering E?)

CW: Sex, possible VERY temporary character death. Tags: Whump, magic au, Incubus!Eddie, hurt Steve, fluff.

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Eddie finds Steve near the lake, crumpled on his side. He rolls Steve over, and his own blood congeals to ice.

Shiiiiit!

Steve’s apparently senseless, his face white as the winter frost. Eddie fumbles for a pulse, finds it—sluggish, fitful—near the telltale twin puncture wounds on Steve’s throat.

Steve’s lashes flutter. “Eddie? Sssorrry I stood you up, maaan.”

You’re seriously apologising for skipping our date? “Who did this to you?”

“Haa…gr…”

Hargrove! Eddie shouldda wasted that showboating vampire long ago.

Steve’s breaths are shallow gasps. He isn’t trying to hide his terror—so yeah, it’s super-bad. There’s barely a spot of blood on him. Billy’s pretty much chugged the lot.

“Eddie?” The whites of Steve’s eyes flash up and he falls completely limp.

Shiiiiit! Plural!

Okay, you got this, Munson.

Eddie rises, cradling Steve in his arms. He unleashes his wings, flies back to the trailer, sits with Steve on his bed…

…and kisses him.

Eddie’s magic stirs, tingles from his lips into Steve.

“C’mon, Sleeping Beauty.”

Eddie despairs, tastes his own salty tears. Then… Steve’s lips warm and soften. Eddie detects the whispering ghost of a breath, and Steve tentatively kisses back. Eddie plunges his tongue deep, and it all gets yummily messy.

Drink my power, Babe, to Hell with the consequences.

When Eddie pulls away, Steve’s awake. Woozy, though: “That was tooootally hot, dude.”

He’s no longer scared or in pain—a cool bonus feature of Eddie’s glamour. His skin is waxy, though, his pulse weak, and he’s still slumped boneless against Eddie.

The kiss wasn’t enough.

“Stevie. Uh, you know I said I was into you, but not into… full-on sex. You cool with me changing my mind?”

“Suuuure. Totally love you.” Steve faintly giggles: “You’re… gonna have to do… the h-heavy lifting… for a change.” He shudders and his head lolls sideways.

“Steve? Steve!”

Eddie knows what he must do.

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Riiiight, so me and Eddie are having sex.

Steve hasn’t a clue how he got here, should possibly be freaking out. He’s drunk or high, or… Screw it, this is mega-hot. He’s lying on his back, knees hitched up. His gorgeous boyfriend is butt naked, and taking him with slow, deep strokes, striking sweet spots Steve never knew he had.

“Uh… wow?”

Eddie stoops, captures Steve lips in a brief but searing kiss. “Love you, Babe. Couldn’t lose you.”

Huh?

Eddie laps Steve up with thirsty eyes, which seems to strip him naked, even beyond his skin. Steve gasps, squirms: “Gnnng, Eddie. Too good… gonna…” Fuck! Don’t want this over too quick.

“You’re doing great, Babe. Ride with it.”

“Damn!” Steve bites his lip.

He hasn't come yet. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through him. Eddie’s fucking and filling him, kindling an insatiable itch that builds and builds. If he’d realised sex with a guy was gonna be this crazy-awesome, he’d have had his gay cherry popped years ago.

He reaches up, touches Eddie’s face. Eddie’s loving gaze seems to sweep him into a deep, raging whirlpool, and it’s kinda overwhelming. Steve closes his eyes, and it gets freakier. Eddie’s sexy tats rear up in the darkness—bats swirl, puppets dance, and that skull cackles, ape-shit mental.

The weird shit briefly knocks him from his ‘gonna-come-soon’ happy place. Then Eddie’s lips recapture his, and they’re totally at one. Steve comes hard, with the merest friction against his dick. Simultaneously, Eddie shoots his load, flooding Steve with a crazy, tingly warmth that somehow jets to his deepest veins.

Steve floats. Totally blissed out.

Next thing he knows, Eddie spoons him from behind, cocooning him in a warm fuzz.

“That was epic,” says Steve. “Why d’you stall so long?”

***

When Steve awakes, Eddie sits on the bed, shirtless, twisting his rings. He notices Steve stir and jumps as if slapped.

“Steve! How you doing?”

“Good. I think.” He can’t remember last night. He’s not hungover, though. “Uh, kinda sore?” Woah! He recalls the AWESOME SEX and cackles. “That’s on you, Munson.”

“Sorry,” mumbles Eddie.

“What for?” Steve raises himself on an elbow. The room spins then settles… then panic strikes. “You gonna dump my ass?”

“No! No way.” Eddie gets up, starts pacing. “Look, there’s a teeny chance you died last night. And that this morning, you’re a vampire. Sired—uh, that means sorta enslaved—to Billy Hargrove. Or a minor sex demon. Sired to me. Or perhaps still human. Jury’s out. Not sure if you actually passed, or if I snatched you back in time.”

“What?” Steve’s panic surges. “No, no, no! Last night was a bad trip. Good trip?” He scrapes his hair from his face. “I’m confused.”

“Stevie, Hargrove is a vampire. He drank from you, left you dying. I saved you by… Listen, usually I leech life-force through sex with humans—that’s why I was hesitant to jump your bones. In a fix, though, I can pass life on. Bit of a headache, my overlord’s gonna be pissed. Totally worth it.” Eddie stops pacing, raises his hands kinda defensively. “Babe, I’m an Incubus.”

“A whut?”

“Immortal sex demon?”

Eddie unleashes some feathery black wings, which brush to the cluttered walls of his room, lightly strumming his guitar strings. Steve backs into a corner, blanket hugged before him.

The wings vanish.

Eddie dumps his ass back on the bed, leans beside Steve. Steve’s trembling with shock, cold sweat beading his brow. Talk about mind boggling! “Did you fuck me back to life, dude?”

Eddie shrugs. “Possibly.”

Steve’s close to losing his shit. He should totally split; like, flee the state. Instead, he flings his arms around Eddie, smacks a kiss on his boyfriend’s angst-ridden face.

“Chill,” says Steve. “I’m sure as heck not sired, or whatever, to Hargrove—I wanna get naked with YOU. Evidence suggests I’m still a brainless teen.”

“Babe, it’s risky—”

“Jesus! I’m fine.” Steve ignores his inner screams of terror, pushes Eddie flat against the pillows and kisses him stupid.

#steve x eddie #steddieholidaydrabbles #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington whump #steddie fluff #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington hurt/comfort #steddie fic #steddie fanfic

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thegreencanary · 2 years

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Hands off

Based on this request!!

TW: This is a HEAVY one. Please take these seriously! Sexual Assault, drugs, smoking, Cursing, Fighting, Blood, light Smut; MINORS YOU BETTER GET OUT OF HERE. This is not for you. DNI

Summary: Jason Carver has his eyes on you and no matter what you do, he wont stop until he has you…or so he thinks

A/N: This is a pretty dark one guys, so please, please, please take the trigger warnings seriously. I will not be offended at all if you skip reading over this because it may be too upsetting. Mental health is more important babes!! It’s a lot of fluff with a bit of angst.

Just one day, for the love of God, you wanted just one day of school where the basketball team didn’t swarm your locker or harass you at lunch. You’d managed to get by most of your semester without anyone paying attention to you; until Billy Hargrove started dating you. There was some weird rivalry between him and Jason Carver. They fought over tables at lunch, parking spots, game plays and most of all: you. There was no competition in your eyes, Billy was clearly the better option. Most people didn’t understand that because he was a bit of an asshole but not to you. Robin Buckley was one of your best friends and the two of you got dragged into the Upside Down drama, and Billy started to trust you more and more. Long story short, you were there for him through Neil, Max trusted you and he learned how to be vulnerable around you. Jason Carver made Pussy jokes and groped you at any given moment, to you it was a clear winner. Billy was the right one for you, but no matter how much you told Jason to Fuck off he just came back harder and harder. Today, he was leaning against your locker and waiting for you, you always got to school early to tutor some kids. Billy would usually meet you when the other kids showed up but Jason decided to be early today.

“Move Carver.”

He smirked and moved so you could open your locker, leaning on his shoulder he grabbed a strand of your hair and you smacked it off.

“Hello to you too Y/N”

“Fuck off Carver”

You pulled your locker open and grabbed a few things, there was a Polaroid of you and Billy that always made you smile, and Jason grabbed it.

“Give it back Asshole.”

“Make me.”

“Jason I swea-“

“Carver. I know you’re not bothering my girlfriend. Especially at her locker when I told you to never talk to her again.”

You chuckled and smiled as Billy came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. Relief and safety washed over you, there was something about his arms that just made you feel untouchable to the outside world. Jason dropped the picture and scoffed.

“I’m just reminding your bitch what she’s missing out on.”

You tightly held Billy’s arms to you as you felt him try to pull away after Jason called you a bitch. He wasn’t worth getting into a fight with and you just wanted to spend the rest of your morning with your boyfriend. Jason walked away as if he had won something and you rolled your eyes, finally letting Billy release you.

“One day I’m gonna shut my locker on his face.”

You chuckled as you bent down to get the photo. Billy hadn’t seen it before, he never liked being photographed; and you didn’t either but this one photo of the two of you laughing in a hug was special. Billy looked so carefree and you looked so in love with him. This time Billy grabbed the photo and you rolled your eyes.

“Can I please have that back?”

He was quiet as he looked at it. Pulling his wallet out, he put the photo in there.

“No.”

Billy smiled and pulled you in for a kiss. It was the kind of kiss that made you wish you were in the privacy of your own room. He had a way of making your body react with the simplest of actions. The noise of the school starting to fill with students faded away and all you could focus on was Billy’s body on yours. He pulled away and you stood there breathless.

“I’ll pick you up tonight for Tina’s party okay? Don’t…I know Carver will be there so, don’t wander too far from me okay? We both know how fucking stupid he is.”

You nodded, still not fully able to speak. Billy smirked and kissed your cheek, winking at you. He whispered in your ear and you almost smacked him.

“You look good today baby.”

“Billy I swear to God, unless you’re going to pull me into a room and fuck me right now you better stop.”

He chuckled and stood there considering it. You grabbed your books and shut your locker.

“Oh my god that wasn’t a suggestion!”

You laughed and kissed him shortly, then headed to your class. You could feel Him staring at you with a smile as you walked away.

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You sighed as you looked at your two outfit options. The cute short leather skirt and Def Leppard shirt looked great with it but Jason’s annoying ass voice was in the back of your head. He as uncomfortable confident wandering hands all day at school and it made you want to go with option two, a sweater and some jeans. Yea it was hot but you’d planned on staying inside for the party. You were pissed that a stupid boy made you so uncomfortable that you wanted to change what you wore. Shaking off the thought you grabbed the leather skirt and put the outfit on. The mirror reminded you that you didn’t need to worry about what Jason Carver thought. You were hot, and this was Billy’s payback for teasing you in the morning. You were going to have fun with him tonight, other basketball Jock’s be damned.

You heard your door open, your little brother must have let Billy in the house. He let out a low whistle as you tied up your doc martens.

“I think we can skip the party…”

You chuckled at his comment. Standing you fluffed your hair one time and turned towards him.

“Where’s the fun in that? Am I driving tonight or are you?”

You two always picked a DD. He’d had enough issues of drinking too much and driving home, almost killing the both of you after one party. It shook him enough to change how you two went out together. He shrugged.

“Up to you. It’s early so we can both have a few and if you want to go hard I can ease up.”

You rolled your eyes, that meant you’d be driving. It didn’t bother you because you didn’t like getting drunk at Tina’s parties anyways; but he could at least just own up to wanting to get drunk.

“Cool, give me your keys.”

He just chuckled and threw the keys at you.

“God I…you’re great.”

“I know.”

You got goosebumps because you thought he was going to say the L word finally, but not yet. He smacked your ass and you let out a giddy Yelp as you two end to the car and drove to the party.

Holy hell party was an understatement. It was a fully blown rave damn near. How Tina got away with this shit blew your mind but there had to be kids from other towns and schools because the front lawn was even packed. You parked Billy’s precious car a few houses down, just in case someone wanted to try and get stupid and do something to it. The pair of you walked in, his arm around your shoulder and your arm around his waist. Part of the benefit of dating Hawkins royalty was the sea of kids parting for Billy to get inside. Almost immediately the two of you had a beer in your hands, you’d have 1 maybe 2 while Billy would round out 15-20. You felt uneasy for a moment and looking around you couldn’t figure out why, so you tried to shake it off. Tonight was for Billy and you.

“22…..23……24……25…..26….27…..28….29….30!!!!”

Billy was getting cheered on as he did his famous Keg Stand. You were right there cheering alongside him but you had to pee.

“Hey Steve, if he finishes can you tell him I’ll be right back? I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Sure thing. Want me to hold your drink for you?”

“No, it’s almost empty and I don’t want anyone giving me another so I’m just gonna act like it’s full. I’m driving tonight.”

“You’re a freaking genius you know that?”

“Just looking out for the people I care about.”

Steve smiled at you and nudged you to go. You hit one more cigarette puff and headed inside. People knew who you were but they didn’t part for you like they did for Billy; instead they swarmed you and all tried to talk to you. It took about 3 minutes but you managed to get to the bathroom. Filling your drink with water after peeing, you took a deep breath and headed back out. Someone bumped into you and spilled your drink all over your shirt.

“What the fuck!”

No one around looked like they were responsible, and a perky young freshman girl came up to you with another drink.

“Oh my God that guy was an ass. Here!”

You sighed. Two beers should be fine, you took it and thanked her. She looked like you just gave her $1,000. Chuckling, you tried to find your way back to Billy.

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7 minutes had passed, maybe, but you were on the floor. The drink had to have had something in it. You couldn’t stand, or even talk. Everyone just chalked it up to you being drunk but you felt like everything was blurry. Leaning against the wall you sat trying to make yourself small, if you just waited it out…

“Well well well. The queen of Hawkins on her knees.”

No fucking way. You tried to cover your face with your hands but Jason was bigger than you and he just picked you up.

“N….o. Help….me.”

You tried to reach out but your body was moving too slow. Jason just shushed you and took you upstairs, the place you would go with Billy when you two got heated at the parties. Jason opened a door and a couple was already topless but Jason kicked them out. He locked the door.

“Stop….”

You tried to roll away when he threw you on the bed but again…your damn body wouldn’t move. You felt him rip your shirt open and hot tears flowed down your face. He groped you, pulling your bra up so your chest was fully exposed. His lips attacked you and you did all you could do…cry.

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Billy was fucking mad. You were supposed to stay with him the whole night. Harrington said you went to the bathroom but that was like 20 minutes ago. Billy’s buzz was gone, he’d sobered up looking for you, and even had Harrington looking. People seemed to forget you even existed, until Billy noticed a freshman girl looking scared shitless when he approached.

“Hey beautiful, you haven’t seen my girlfriend have you?”

He tried to ease her nerves by flirting a bit. She was fuckin shaking.

“Umm. She was over in the corner on the floor. I think Jason is taking care of her. He took her upstairs. She looked really fucked up.”

Billy’s heart dropped.

“CARVER!!”

He YELLED. Most people didn’t stop partying but Billy didn’t see him, he had to still be upstairs with you. Running up, Billy began damn near kicking doors down until he got to a locked one.

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His hands were tougher than Billy’s. He toyed with your skirt and pushed it up, exposing your lace underwear.

“For me? Oh baby you shouldn’t have.”

His hand ghosted over your core when the door was broken open.

“You’re dead Carver.”

Billy wasn’t a musical man but his voice sounded like a choir of Angels. You managed to pull yourself up after about a minute and a half. You were 1/2 naked and exposed, red hickies on your body from Jason’s unwanted kisses. It was all so god damn blurry but Billy and Jason were fighting. You tried to cover yourself but you were too weak.

“Oh my god Y/N….”

Robin. Thank fucking God Robin was there. Steve must have found her. She put your bra right and pulled your skirt down. Whoever’s room you were in had a closet and Robin grabbed a random t-shirt. It was 4 sizes too big but it covered your ripped clothes.

The boys were still fighting. You felt sick. Robin was trying to lift you when Steve came in. He didn’t need context to know what happened. Everyone knew, Jason drugged you and tried to rape you. Steve’s job was to keep Billy from killing Jason.

“Billy! Stop! He’s fucking unconscious man!”

“I. Don’t. Fucking. Care.”

Each word was emphasized with a punch. Billy was plenty bloody from Jason’s hits but he was the Hawkins king for a reason. Steve grabbed Billy and forced him to look at you.

“Fucking help her get home man. We will deal with Carver.”

Steve wasn’t the best of friends with Billy originally but after Starcourt they got pretty close. Billy would never admit it, but he liked Steve, and god damn he was smart for focusing Billy on you. Robin was holding you, trying to calm you and you were crying still.

“I got her Robin.”

He felt in your skirt pocket and grabbed his keys. The adrenaline washing any excess alcohol out of him, he picked you up and carried you to the car. Leaving Steve to make sure Jason wasn’t dead. Billy didn’t care. He’d go to jail for you…but you’d be left without him, unprotected. He couldn’t do that to you.

“It’s okay baby. I’m here. I’m here.”

It was settling in. The image of Jason over your exposed body…his hand almost in your pants…Billy was the one crying now. He reached the car and gently placed you inside. You reached for him as he went to go to the driver side.

“I’m…so…rry”

Billy brought his lips to yours, bending down to kiss you deeply.

“You did nothing wrong baby. NOTHING. I should have been there. I shouldn’t have let you get….I should have been there.

The drive home was silent and thankfully your parents were asleep when he got you home. Like most parents in Hawkins, they never cared if Billy spent the night or where their daughter was on nights. He gently removed your clothes and A fresh set of tears hit you both as the red hickies painted your skin. Billy got you in the tub and bathed you, cleaning your hair and helping take your makeup off. He knew you’d feel dirty anyways but he just wanted to help. You mumbled apologies and cried as he took care of you. His only response was soft kisses and kind words.

“I… love you.”

You mumbled as he tucked you in, wearing one of his big t-shirts to bed. He smiled at the words, but they were for the morning.

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Sure enough the morning came and you woke up with a pounding headache. Running to the bathroom you almost put your stomach into the toilet. You felt Billy’s hand on your back, and after successfully removing your entire contents in your stomach you looked to him.

“How did we get home? I’m so sorry I must have gotten plastered last night… I don’t remember pretty much anything after I got my second beer.”

It didn’t register how wounded he was until after you stopped talking.

“Billy? Baby what happened? Are you okay?”

You felt like shit, by far and away the worst hangover you’ve ever had. You got up and brushed your teeth, patiently waiting for Billy to tell you what happened. He just hugged you from behind.

“Billy? Honey who did you fight?”

“Carver.”

Normally his name had some hate attached to it but this time Billy said it with venom. You sighed and turned, sitting on the sink and pulled Billy to stand in between your legs. You tilted his chin.

“Well he got a few good ones in, but you don’t look too bad. What did he do this time?”

Jason face filled your mind but it was an expression you didn’t remember. You shook it off and refocused on Billy. He’d only ever looked this upset when he was in the hospital after the mall incident.

“Baby? Are you okay?”

Your voice was so soft and Billy began to cry again. You were shocked, but you didn’t know what he had to tell you. He had to tell you that you were drugged because he wasn’t with you. He didn’t find you in time and Jason had gotten to you first.

“You went to the bathroom…I figured you’d be back, Harrington said you’d be back… but you weren’t. I went looking for you, and someone…someone said you upstairs with Jason.”

He felt you go rigid. His arms wrapped around you tighter, and his dropped gaze moved to your shoulder as he rested his head on you. He couldn’t see your face as he told you.

“I got there as fast as I could…he had drugged you. You were…he ripped your top. He touched you, I didn’t let finish though.”

A heavy silence sat in your small bathroom. You felt claustrophobic, like the walls were suffocating you; but your crying boyfriend pulled you back. Jason tried to rape you, and Billy saved you. He was blaming himself for everything.

“Oh baby. Billy it’s not your fault. You can’t be with me every second of the day. Baby… look at me.”

Billy hesitated but he pulled his head from your shoulder. You were crying but your eyes were full of patience and love. God he loved you so much.

“Jason will get what he deserves. I’m okay because of you. Nothing that happened is your fault but I’m okay because of you.”

Billy kissed you softly. The air around you two got lighter.

“You kept apologizing. Like it was your fault. I wanted to kill him. I…I don’t know if I did or not.”

“We will cross that bridge if we get there, for now; we’re both okay. Alright? Billy, baby, I’m okay. I mean I feel like I just got hit by a train but I’m okay.”

He chuckled softly at your joke and you smiled. His desperation in his hold on you changed to a much more loving hug as he pulled you in again. Lifting you off the sink he took you back to bed.

“Y/N…I, last night you said something I wanted to say first, but I’ve been too scared because I can’t handle it if you don’t say it back.”

You chuckled. Looks like drugged up you is a lot more fearless than you are normally.

“I love you Billy Hargrove.”

“Thank fucking God. I love you too”

The day was lazy. The two of you spent it in bed eating and watching movies. He did most of the eating because you felt awful, but he was there the whole time. Steve called at one point; Jason was alive but in the hospital. He wasn’t going to say anything because he would be responsible for attempted rape. You were still going to press charges. Steve and Robin would be witnesses, Billy would probably be charged with assault but it was for protection so it would be dropped. You took a moment to look at the love of your life.

“Thank you Billy. For everything.”

“Shut up idiot. You’re the one I should be thanking. Stop being mushy and watch the damn movie.”

He smiled and kissed your forehead, and you laughed. The dark night was over and it was a beautiful sunset on the horizon.

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A/N: This is my work and I don’t give anyone the permission to post it anywhere claiming to be someone else’s. Thanks for reading!! Please interact ❤️🖤❤️

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Could I request maybe Steve or Billy or JJ (I’m so sorry I’m so indecisive) where you’re at a party and a guy is being strange and invading personal bubble and Steve/Billy/JJ (whichever) steps in and is like jealous but justifiably and is just protective or however you think they’d react?

I’m so sorry and I hope this is okay, this is my first time requesting something and I feel like I’m about to sweat from stress and nerves

Too Close For My Liking Man

JJ Maybank X F!Cameron!Reader

W/C - 1.0K

Summary - Some guy is invading your space and JJ doesn't approve.

Warnings - Angst, fluff, swearing, alcohol use and alcohol + drug mention and that's abt it i think!

You toss around in your bed sheets as you hear booming music over the speakers Rafe set up in the house. Fuck him. You had a test at school tomorrow and you did not need this. Rafe didn't understand, he fails school and Dad still pays him money for motorbike fuel and crack. You fail and he'll disown you. Rafe was so privileged, and you hated it with every bone in your body.

Your phone buzzes on the nightstand, you sigh and turn it on.

Sare-Bear 🐻

Babes, you need to come down here rn. Rafe is going to kill you.

Why?

Your little crush arrived.

Shit. Read 11:23 am

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You put a proper tight dress that you had for any occasion, you weren't about to show up in a baggy T-shirt and worn-out jeans. 'Your little crush arrived.' She meant JJ, a pouge. She was right, Rafe will kill you. As long as you reach JJ before he does. You put on heels and walk out of your room and down the stairs.

"Hey! Hey! Y/N! I was hoping to see you here!" JJ exclaims as he brushes your shoulder with his fingertips. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" You half yell, you grab his wrist and lead him into your bedroom.

"We're already in your room princess? I thought you would've had some drinks first before we got in this position." He smirks. You shake your head and try to not say something back like you usually would. He looks at your bookshelf and scans the books with his fingers. "Answer the question." You mutter out.

"Uh, I'm here because the pouge were having drinks at the chateau, right? Anyway, Kie and Pope went somewhere and John B, I don't even fucking know, but I turned on the TV and started thinking about us!" He explains and you tilt your head ever so slightly at him. "In what way?"

"Well, we flirt, all the fucking time right, so what if we were more." He asks, taking a step closer to you, you were still at the door, fingers crossed no one will come in and ask why you had a man-whore of a pouge in your room. "Uh, two things, one, my dad will kill me, two, Rafe would kill both of us."

"But I just think that you're so pretty and th-""Look, JJ, I really am flattered, but we will never work, you're a pouge, I'm a kook and my parents and sibling will kill my ass." You interrupt him and he nods. He looks so sad; you would do anything just to make this moment never exist. Fuck the test tomorrow you just broke a friendship with someone who meant some much to you and as what he is saying to you makes so much sense to your heart it doesn't as much to your brain.

He steps closer to you and places a kiss on your lips so softly and breaks the kiss. You really wanted more, but you wanted alcohol more now. "Bye, Y/N." JJ mumbles as he leaves. Shit. Shit. Shit. You wish with everything that you could retake those words and never of said them in the first place. You wish that you let him finish his goddamned sentence.

You slowly walk out of your room and down the stairs. You walk into the kitchen and find a bottle of Malibu and slowly pour out shots for yourself until a guy comes around and slowly starts making small talk with you. "So, what are you doing all alone?" He asks you.

"I actually live here for your information." You slur. He smirks at your remarks and cups your elbow. He tries to pull you in, but you push away. "Have you had one to many, princess? I didn't know you lived here." You sigh and push off the counter and try to go to the bathroom, but he stops you and holds your waist.

As soon as he said princess, that's when you wanted nothing to do with him. It reminded you too much of the friend you just lost about thirty minutes prior to when he came around. Fuck, you really couldn't get out of talking to him, could you?

"So, are you dating someone? Or are you mine for the taking?" The guy asks and you nod your head. He was holding your waist hard, too hard. You wanted to disappear and never see him again, but as soon as you try pull away, his grasp on you grows stronger.

"I'm-""Taken. By me, so please, step away, you're standing too close for my liking man." You hear JJ say, the look on the creeps' face as he backs away from you and JJ takes you to your own bedroom. You hug him as soon as the door closes and your press a kiss to his forehead. "Thank you so much, I don't know what I would've done without you." You whisper in his ear. As soon as you back away, your eyes go to his lips and his hands slither around your waist. Your lips hover inches away from each other's as you decide to break the gap and kiss him. Your arms twine around his neck and you giggle as you both break the kiss.

"I think we might just make it after all." You smile

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