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pixiesfz · 4 months

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this isnt really a request with an idea but please more jessie 😭🙏

Killing two birds with one stone I am here, I got a request for a jersey swap fic so here we go!

jersey swap? j.f

plot: you and Jessie have always had on field tension but one game when you ask to swap jerseys, she finally makes a move.

warning: smut, obviously I like writing a dom Jessie 🤫. Let’s pretend Sam wasn’t injured for the Canada vs australia match, bi-sexual reader! (Taking inspo from this one tik tok I saw about Lia Walti which made me cackle)

Some matches were more interesting than others you had realised in your second year in of playing at arsenal wether it was against Chelsea or you were playing with the Matilda’s for your national teams.

Nothing had changed within the games except for the fans, since the World Cup people started to know your name and your whole life story but what they loved most of all was seeing you on the pitch with Jessie.

Wether it was Chelsea vs Arsenal or Australia bs Canada the fans loved watching your interactions and your team mates did to.

It was your Australian captain who always whispered jokes into your ear that took the most pleasure out of the two of you.

“I love Canada” you admitted as your team sat on the ferry “why it’s cold” Hayley shivered from behind you “but it’s just so cozy” you smiled as you cuddled into yourself.

“Is that why your always tackling Jessie, cause she’s cozy” Sam teased as she shook your shoulders “no” you said “I tackle her cause she’s good and she’s too nice to tackle me back” you said with a small smile and Sam and Hayley laughed.

“No but seriously what is it between you two whenever you play” Mary asked as she came over “Oh my little Mary, my young prodigy” you started and she rolled her eyes

“Y/n seriously I want to know, I’m also not that young I’m three years younger than you”

“Exactly you’re an infant”

You smirked but gave her an option to lean onto your should “I’m actually not sure how we started it” you admitted “we both had our debuts for Chelsea and Arsenal on the same day and were put on each other we both wanted to make an impact I guess”

“You made an impact all right, two yellow cards” Sam laughed “You’ve had this tension ever since, even when you were dating that Tom guy” she said.

You hid your head as you looked down remembering why the relationship failed, you couldn’t admit you were not sexually attracted to Jessie and he left, funny since later you had found out he had cheated on you with a girl who had been on 2 episodes of love island.

“Yeah well I’m not dating him anymore so” you trailed off and the three girls nodded “Do you think the tension will ever ease off?” Mary asked and Hayley laughed “I think once they finally sleep together-“

“Hayley!” You scolded her “what?” She shrugged “it’s true, even the fans can see it” she defended herself as you scoffed “do you even remember the World Cup!?” she practically now yelled

“Both of your hands were practically around each other when you were on the ball” she said and you laughed “sorry if I just wanted to get possession of the ball so we could score goals”

“We pass with our feet not our hands y/n/n” Mary said and you closed her mouth “hush little one” you said quickly and she shook her head out of your grasp.

“Admit to me you’re not sexually attracted to Jessie Fleming”

“I’m not attracted to Jessie Fleming”

“Now I thought your New Year’s resolution was to stop lying” Sam stepped in and you threw your head back “No you know what I’m going to be nice” you said

“At the game I’m going to ask to switch jerseys as an act of kindness” you smiled and Hayley rolled her eyes “that’s not what I would do” she warned and you shook your head

“Trust me it will work, we will be best friends by the time you know it”

“So you won’t mark her on the pitch?” Sam asked

“Do you want us to lose Samantha?” you shot back and she laughed “anyways” you said standing up “I see Mini standing alone so I’m gonna make sure Kyra hasn’t accidentally fallen off the ferry and drowned”

You ended up finding the girl in the captains area with a bawl of lollies in her hand.

“Don’t tell Katrina”

When you finally made your way to the stadium later the next day you grimaced at the floor “fake grass” you groaned and Polks laughed at you “not a laughing matter” you said and walked into the rooms.

You felt the stadium grow as Canadian watches and a few lucky Australian fans made their way into their seats.

You were tying up your boots when you felt a presence behind you “hey skipper” you laughed as Sam sat next to you “I just wanna say no reds” she said “I know they’re out for blood since World Cup okay and I don’t want a pissy Jessie coming back to Chelsea”

“No reds got it, what about a yellow?” You asked with a cheeky smile “I’ll allow one” she said and you acted like a two year old who got told they can get ice cream.

You both laughed and Sam pushed you out “cmon idiot”.

In the line up, you were out the front behind Ellie when you felt eyes burning into your head, you knew it was Jessie so when you turned around and saw her you just smirked which made her roll her eyes and look back at her team.

“Cheeky” Hayley said from behind you and you just shrugged your shoulders.

You went to your mark on the field where Jessie was as she looked concentrated “stop frowning Jessie it will give your face lines” you told her and she looked back at you “are you talking from experience or?” She questioned as she looked at your forehead and you laughed.

“Let’s just play for now okay and then you can think about my facial features later”

The game wasn’t different than usual, you and Jessie were on each other hot, whenever one of you had the ball the other was quick to try and get you down or stop you from a long kick.

You were a bit more touchier with the legs though as One time you nut-megged her own ball through her feet “come on” she complained as she was to far behind you to stop your assist to Sam’s goal.

You turned to Jessie “you know I can take a tackle Fleming” you teased and she crossed your head at you “Just play the game y/l/n” she said and you smirked from next to her “I seem to be the only person who is”.

Jessie was rough after that, she knew she couldn’t let you get away with anything else, so next time you had the ball she was quick to kick out from under your ankle as you hit the ground, accidentally taking her down with you, automatically you turned over on top of Jessie and you watched the ref walk over to you and the Canadian.

You looked down at the brunette who was still on the floor “did I get into your head?” You whispered before sitting up and reaching your hand out for Jessie to use but she got up herself causing you to roll your eyes and shrug it off.

The red pulled out a yellow for Jessie who shook her head “Still winning” she reminded you with a smirk and you smirked back “ooh she’s coming out of her shell”.

When the game finally finished and Canada came on top you shook all the players hands, lingering on Jessie’s before you joined some of the girls on a lap.

You saw a sign that made you laugh

Australia vs Canada

Nah.

Fleming vs y/l/n!

You smiled as you looked for Jessie and found her with her captain who was having her send off.

“Fleming!” You called out to her and she turned around with furrowed brows “what?” she asked and you smirked “come look at this” you said and turned your head back.

She followed you to the sign and also chucked a smile at it as people quickly grabbed their phones to take pictures of the two of you smiling at the sign as you laughed at each other.

You saw Hayley looking at you with a knowing look in the corner of your eyes before you remembered “Wait Jess” you said before she left, not realising the nick name you let out “yeah” she said “I was just wondering if you maybe wanted to swap Jerseys, last game after all before we face each other off in Olympic hopefully” you asked and Jessie’s cheeks blushed “yeah sure, need some more in my collection honestly”

Your heart raced as you saw the Canadian take off her top, you secretly took a look at her abs as she did so, you don’t know why you waited until she took hers completely off before you took yours off until you hear a whistle from the crowd you laughed and took yours off.

Jessie’s blush grew as she took no shame in staring at your body and your waist.

“Nice tattoo” she muttered as you held your shirt out for her, looking down you looked at your flower tattoo under your sports bra “thanks got it for my mum” you smiled and she gave you hers.

“Ready for the photos” you smirked and she nodded.

When you put them on you heard some fans scream out and you both turned around, you in front of Jessie as she saw her name on your back.

She lingered before stepping next to you and you smiled for some photos before a professional photographer came and you smiled again, one photo where Jessie was looking at you.

You both parted ways after as Jessie kept her eyes on you, pupils diluted as Sam went up to her “good game” she said and Jessie kept her eyes glued onto you and your back.

“She’s staying at the Grand Heir Hotel” she smirked before smacking her Chelsea team mate on the back and walking off with a smile.

You got some shit from the team when you walked in with Jessie’s shirt on, especially from your Arsenal team mates who were whisper shouting.

Sam walked over to you where your cheeks were blushing “I may have told Jessie where your staying” she admitted and you widened your eyes “why?” You asked and she shrugged her shoulders “just cause” she said and walked away.

“Samantha!” You called but she walked away.

You couldn’t help the smile that crossed your face as you turned back to your cubby.

You had showered when you got home and hanged Jessie’s shirt up in the open wardrobe so you could still see it as you lied on your bed.

It was about 10:00 when a knock on your door started. Furrowing your brows you got up and opened it to see a slightly puffed out Jessie Fleming.

“Do you know how hard it was to figure out which room was yours?” She asked out of breath “I’m sorry?” You replied and she nodded “you should be” she said as she made her way in.

“Jessie-“ “call me Jess” she cut you off “what?” You asked and she nodded “I liked it” she said “when you called me Jess”

You smiled “okay Jess” you repeated “what are you doing here?” You asked and she looked around until she found her shirt in your wardrobe and grabbed it and threw it to you “put it back on” she said as she stepped closer to you “excuse me?” You asked and she repeated again.

“Jess I’m in my pajamas I don’t have a bra on” you admitted and she smirked “put it on” she repeated and you grew hot.

fuck she looked hot right now, you thought to yourself as she looked down at you.

“Don’t act like you didn’t hear me” she whispered into your ear and you tried not to shudder at her words. “Do it for me” you whispered back as you looked into her hungry eyes, her pupils were dilated and you were sure yours were too.

Jessie gripped the edge of your white T-shirt before grazing her fingers underneath and hitting your bare skin but she kept eye contact.

“I want you to know that I’m going to fuck you, giving me that yellow today and egging me on, I’m not letting that pass today” she said as she grabbed your waist under your top and pulled you closer to her so that your lips were practically touching.

The feeling in between your legs was aching, you needed her.

“Take off my top Fleming” you told her before you stepped back, getting bing her room.

She smirked before grabbing the ends of your shirt and pulling it over your head, looking at your boobs before lightly pressing on them them “you’re beautiful” she said as she kissed on them, leaning your head back you groaned and she tugged on your nipple.

“No noise until my name is on your back” she ordered and you nodded “so loud on the pitch but I can make you silent with just one touch” she cooed and you closed your eyes out of pleasure, trying to not make any noise.

When Jessie pulled your arms up and slipped her jersey over your head you bit your lip and looked down at the jersey.

“Did you know I’d react like this? She taunted as she planted kissed on your neck “Did you know that I’d want to fuck your smirk out of you” she planted more “Did you know that sitting on top of me in the middle of the game would make want to kiss you right then and there” she taunted as she sucked on your skin, marking you.

“Jessie” you muttered out in pleasure as she walked you to the bed and through you on the mattress. You were so wet you didn’t know if she could see it through your grey tracksuit pants or not.

“We’re keeping to top on” she said as she leaned over the op of you and finally brought her lips to yours and kissed you, you let her take dominance of the kiss as her hands roamed your body until they reached your pants.

She looked at you for permission and you nodded “I need your words y/n” she said and you looked at her “yes”

“yes what?” Jessie taunted and you squirmed under her touch as she traveled her hand from your waist and teasingly down your pants without touching your pussy which you craved.

“yes please fuck me with your finger, mouth anything” you groaned out and Jessie smirked.

She returned her lips to yours before she grabbed the edge of your pants and slid them down, her moth following her as she kept them on you, trailing kisses along the jersey and until she hit your undies.

“Lace” she smiled “did you know I was coming?” She asked “I may have gotten a hint” you admitted and Jessie moved her hands up to squeeze your butt as she jerked your body up towards her,

“My favourite colour is blue” she fainted as she played with your blue lace underwear “too bad I have to take them off” she said as she blew on to your pussy and you moaned.

You were pulsing, searching for any friction.

Jessie slowly pulled your underwear down before she spread your legs apart and slid a finger through your folds.

“So wet, just for me” she said before leaning in and pressing her tongue through you, making you throw your head back and your back arch which she responded with putting her hand on your stomach and pushing you down so you couldn’t move.

She kept on going until you started moaning her name “Jessie- Jessie fuck keep going” you whimpered as she shot her head up, her chin covered in your juices.

“Turn around” she ordered and you did and she walked away “Jess” you nurtured and she walked back up to you “I’m not leaving don’t worry” she assured you and pressed her lips into yours as you tasted yourself.

She walked away as you heard her rummage through her bag she brought with her, you smiled to yourself as you saw the glimpse of the strap she held in her hands before stepping into it.

“Who’s name is on your back?” She asked you, her voice darker than usual “yours” you muttered out before she tapped your entrance with her cock “but louder than that baby, who’s name is on your back?” She asked again

“Yours” you moaned out louder and she slapped your ass making you whimper “exactly” she said before pushing in to your entrance.

“Fuck Jessie” you screamed out her name as she grew her paste wuick almost giving you no time to adjust.

“New question” she said as she moaned, the strap rubbing against her clit as she thrusted into you.

“Who’s cock is going to make you cum?” She asked as she somehow went quicker making you moan out in pleasure, your hair was up in a pony tail so she grabbed on to the end of your hair and pulled you back so your face was reaching the roof.

“That wasn’t an answer” she said and you closed your eyes “Yours Jessie, your cock” you whimpered out and she let go of your hair.

“You going to come with me” she demanded and you nodded “make me cum” you whined and she went in Harder and pressed you down more into the mattress.

It wasn’t long until you felt a coil in your stomach “Oh fuck, I’m bout to come” you repeated and you heard Jessie’s whimpers “me too, come with me” she said and you both let out moans as you came together and rides out your highs together.

You both stayed there until Jessie slowly pulled out and slowly rubbed her fingers over her last name on your back.

She then helped you go on your back as she leaned down and kissed you softly.

“Can we do that again?”

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waywardducks · 8 months

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Incorrect bat family quotes but as things me and my sibling have done/said.

Jason: *just trying to read* *feels an eery presence just watching him.*

Damien and Tim: *both just starting at him*

Jason: Yes? Can I help you?

Tim: Slushies

Jason: okay?

Damien: Take us to them.

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Dick: *Chilling in his bed*

Cass: *very slowly opening the door to his room*

Both: *just stare at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time*

Dick: Please, child. What is it? I can't handle this suspense.

Cass: *quietly* I have a pool party today…

Dick: okay? I'm glad for you.

Cass: …

Cass: Can you go buy me tampons?

Dick:

Dick: Of fucking course I can go buy you tampons! *already jumping out of bed* What size?

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Damien: *angry, slamming doors, punching walls, screaming at everyone*

Tim: Autism is one hell of a bitch

Dick: Tim, no

Jason: No, no, he's got a point. We really should get him checked out.

Damien: I CAN HEAR YOU

*he was diagnosed with autism the following month*

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Stephaine: *putting makeup on Cass* almost done!

Tim: we need to hurry, the movie is starting soon

Stephanie: It's fine, we have plenty of time, now let me do your makeup.

Dick: What are y'all doing? Why is everything… pink?

Cass: We are going to watch Barbie

Dick: Can I come?

Steph: Nah it's girls night?

Dick: Then why is Tim going?

Steph: He's one of the girls, obviously.

Tim: Yeah, obviously.

Dick: *crying* I wanna be one of the girls too

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Bruce: Hey, Tim

Tim: Yeah? What's up?

Bruce: Remember how you're therapist mention she thought you might have ASD?

Tim: Yeah, she said she wasn't %100 percent sure on it though.

Bruce: Well she just sent me a document confirming your diagnosis.

Tim:

Dick: Woah dude! Congrats on the tism!

Jason: Welcome to the spectrum little bro!

Damien: Is Dick the only one that isn't ASD?

Dick: *is sad bc he's left out of the club again*

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Dick, Tim, Jason and Damien: *driving down the road at 4 in the morning, blasting fnaf songs at full volume* IVE GOT NO TIME!! I've GOT NO TIME TO LIVE

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Tim: Jason. I'm bi

Jason: Okay

Tim: Okay? That's all you have to say?

Jason: damn Tim, tf you want be to say? Sorry?

Tim: No! I just thought-

Jason: If you have boy problems go to Dick. He's the one with the most experience in that field.

Dick: Hey! I resent that!

Jason: Oh please, you can call yourself straight all you want but you and both know you've what kinda person you were when you first became Nightwing.

Dick: I wasn't gay Jason I was a slut its different.

Jason: sure, okay.

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I'm gonna make this a series lmao. Being in a house with 6 kids gives you a lot of stories.

Also, yes, 3 of my younger siblings are officially diagnosed with autism. (Damien and my sister are literally the same person. I have so many headcanons about it, it's not even funny. She even has the same insane art skills, I'm terrified of how fast she learned to do things I've been in school for years to learn)

#stephanie brown #batman #bruce wayne #tim drake #dick grayson #dc comics #jason todd #cassandra cain #duke thomas #incorrect batfamily quotes #batfam #nightwing #red hood #red robin #robin

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heavenlyvision · 2 months

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Oh! Why hello Vision, are we having a hard time sleeping and instead thinking about sucking Bi-Han's dick ????

Why, yes Vision ! We are up thinking of giving Bi-Han diabolical sloppy, how funny you should ask !!!

Okay,,,, ignore me being stupid 😭 but I genuinely couldn't sleep and instead wrote nearly 600 words of giving head to Bi-Han,,,, enjoy ! I am going to sleep now </3 (If I was more coherent, I would write more for this and I would write it better but alas,,, I am incoherent and now,,, sleepy)

cw: blowjob, slight bondage (?), no pronouns or y/n used

wc: >600

It’s a miracle that he agreed to this, you are over the fucking moon about it. Bi-Han is sat on a chair with his arms bound by ropes behind his back, completely powerless, his usual control relinquished to you and you are loving it.

He won’t admit it but he is loving it too, your mouth takes his cock fully, suctioning around his length, slowly bobbing back and forth, taking your time. His hips stutter and his abs tense, he’s sensitive, you would be too if you had cum twice already. You’re not taking it easy on him, this is revenge.

Hissing noises of pleasured pain sound from him, his movements are those of a man trying to escape and get as close as possible at the same time. It makes you hum around him, pleased at how reactive he is.

Moving your lips to the base of his cock, you hold him there, dick completely sheathed in your mouth, you wait for a moment, focusing your efforts on breathing through your nose, and then you swallow around him. A loud moan leaves him, his dick twitches in your mouth, his hips jump. He’s slowly losing his mind, he can’t finish again, all his nerves feel like they’re on fire, he feels so good it hurts.

Pulling back, you bob your head on his cock again languidly, you’re in no rush, you have no reason to rush. Spittle leaks from your mouth and travels down his cock, he sighs as he watches it, the mess obscene, his cum and your spit coat his dick immensely.

“It’s too –ngh– much, you need to stop,” it’s cute, how his tone tries to be commanding when he sounds so fucking wrecked.

You don’t stop, in fact, you speed up, he’s obviously close with how his balls tighten and his stomach twitches. The sounds he makes are pitiful, gasped moans and almost whimpers leaving him before he bites his lip and they come out all strangled. He’s so unwilling to indulge, enjoying himself but hating himself for it, he likes control, he craves it.

It’d be easy for him to gain back that control he loves so much but he likes this more than he thought he would, and you had asked him so nicely, who was he to refuse your will? His thigh muscles shake and his arms flex against the ropes binding him. Your mouth sucks at him harder, your hands dig into his legs, holding him as still as you can.

He curses, his words strained, “Fuck– this is– the things you do to– nngh~”

His cock jerks as he finishes, you take it all, letting his cum fill your mouth until it spills from the corners of your lips, and then you pull off him slowly and swallow it all. You lay your head on his thigh and look at him, small and pleased smile on your lips. When he looks at you he groans gutturally, the sight of you making his head spin, his cum and your spit have stained your skin, tracks of it running down your face.

He rolls his head back, his breaths come harshly, trying to level his breathing after his third orgasm, you watch him closely, “You’re doing a really good job,” you praise, hand rubbing at his thigh, lightly massaging him.

His cock jerks pathetically, “Don’t.”

“Mmm? Don’t what?” You’re playing dumb, he knows it.

His words are bitten back, “No more. I can’t–”

You quote him, something he says to you all too frequently, “–You can and you will.”

⋆⁺₊❅.

#visions blurb #bi han smut #bi han x reader #bi han subzero #subzero smut #subzero x reader smut

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love-toxin · 1 year

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.......

I think your stuckage fruity four fic awoke something in me.

please....

WRITE MORE STUCKAGE, THERE'S NO STRANGER THINGS STUCKAGE FIC ON A03 AND IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZY!!!!

Omg ELLIE! You drive me nuts with this stuff!!!!

oho? stuck in a wall? my pleasure >:)

(cws: fruity four, mostly robin and eddie, bi/pan!f!angelface, post-vol 4, stuckage, jealousy, best friends to lovers, seemingly unrequited love, teasing, flirting, mentions of group sex + alcohol, squirting, oral (f/f and f/m), face riding, loud sex, praise + degradation, throat bulges, cum drinking, mentions of anal sex, fingering (a+v), mild spanking, references to virginity loss, references to steve fucking eddie, love confessions, a little angst around hookup culture, fluff and smut.)

This is just ridiculous. Eddie had laughed unbelievably hard when you'd had that initial moment of panic, that tug to try and get out only to be met with unbroken resistance. That alone was enough for you to huff and kick at him, and throw a mediocre punch in the direction of his crotch when he had come around the other side to check your situation there--no attempts to get you out though, just laughter and teasing touches of your hair before he went back around.

You'd just wanted to help him and his roommates with renovations--they wanted to knock down a wall between two bedrooms to make one larger one, for whatever reason, it struck you as a little weird considering there were four people living in one house. And Harrington's house might be big, but not four singles with their own bedrooms big....at least, you don't think so, but what do you know? That one hole just ruined it, though. You'd tried to be funny, ran at it with your hammer outstretched to joust through the first chunk of drywall--and then you went straight through both sides, your lower half still in the room you started in while everything above the waist is hanging out in the next. Fucking dingus.

You were just trying to be funny. Well, no, you were just trying to ease the tension. Eddie's been your best friend since freshman year, you've been through thick and thin together and you swore to always stay friends no matter what. But then all that stuff with earthquake happened last year, and the bounty hunt for his head, and you were suddenly the only person in Hawkins who didn't want him dead--and you were the only one to mourn him when you thought he was, aside from Wayne, of course. Only for him to come back with a new friend group, a new attitude, new scars, and.....you felt left behind, honestly. Hellfire and the band didn't feel the same after that, and when he moved in here with all his new friends, you just felt so abandoned that you did something stupid.

You got really, really drunk one night, called him up, and told him you loved him. Not friend love, either, not something you could brush off--you spilled your guts out to him, told him you always wanted to kiss him and how you dreamed about touring the world with him, how you wanted to marry him, and you think you told him you wanted his babies, but that part is where it gets fuzzy. And he said nothing, the line had been so silent that you mumbled an apology for calling the wrong number and hung up. You knew what you had done in the morning, though, when Eddie was throwing pebbles at your window and trying to get you to talk to him, which you declined, thinking through tears that it was time for you to finally just let him move on like he obviously wanted to. But the week after that--last week, exactly six days ago--you had been invited to this very house for a smoke and a drink, a celebratory one to warm the house even though they moved in like two months ago. And you went, because fuck it, what else did you have to lose?

As a woman scorned with unrequited love and slowly dwindling friendship, you had obviously taken the opportunity to get fucking wasted as soon as you possibly could. The others had followed your lead too, they were surprisingly fun people despite their reputations, so it wasn't long before you were laughing and chattering away like there wasn't a shred of awkwardness between you all--like you didn't hold any resentment towards him or his new friends for taking him away from you. You kinda lost all that when you started drunkenly making out with his friend Robin, so faded from the world that you didn't even register the fact that none of them were jeering or wolf whistling at you kissing another girl. You knew even then that, even though you were in the midst of convincing yourself that this was just spite and you were doing it to piss Eddie off, you really liked it--and that hadn't been a surprise, you knew you liked women and Eddie knew that too.

But it escalated when you started pulling at her clothes, and when you started kissing Steve, and then when you moved on to sit in Nancy's lap--and before you knew it, you were in the middle of the most hazy group sex of your life, nothing but pure ecstasy running through your body the whole night until you passed out. Waking up next to Eddie the next morning had been a moment of temporary bliss, but you remembered it all pretty quick, and grabbed your shit before practically running out of the house and not bothering to ask questions. Though you'd sat in your car for at least ten minutes with your head in your hands, recalling every second of what you had felt.....how Eddie had whispered such sweet things to you as you made love, how his touch had burned wherever he grazed you, how he kissed you like he was just as in love with you as you are with him......but also how his friends had touched you; how sweet they had been, how unusually tender they were with your body, how they stroked your hair and cuddled you after they had finished making you scream each individual name into the ceiling. It wasn't.....normal. It wasn't how you were used to being treated, it wasn't how your average hookups went--where they would fuck you, get their rocks off, and leave you when they finished if they made you finish at all. Or worse, when you'd find a girl you really liked, you'd have sex, and then she'd bounce right back to whatever boyfriend she had lined up so she could say she did it with a chick. Those were the worst.

Being stuck in the wall of the house where you fucked your best friend's friends, though? That's pretty bad, too.

"Goddamn it, Eddie, just break the wall around me! It's not hard, a fucking monkey could do it by now." You hiss, face burning with embarrassment at humiliating yourself for the umpteenth time.

"Nah. Enjoying the view too much, plus, you did this to yourself....hey, are these new?"

You're not too sure what he's referring to--until his fingertips graze your lower back, and he hooks his thumb into the strap of your thong that's peeking out. It's black, and soft....it's what Eddie likes, so it stings even harder when he snaps it back against your skin after pulling it taut.

"Stop fucking teasing me, Eddie. You're being a huge dick."

"And why am I being a dick?" He asks from the other side of the wall. You can huff as much as you like, but you're not getting out of this anytime soon, so you have no choice but to be honest.

"It's a dick move to lead a girl on. Especially when you're just....just dangling it over my head." You sigh in defeat, slumping over the wall and letting your arms hang limply. "And don't ask what. You know what."

"....You mean sex, right? You wanna have sex with me?"

God, you could just groan at his bluntness--not just because he's oblivious, but because it's making you fucking wet as it always does.

"Obviously."

"Eddie! Not fucking now, you idiot! Your roommates-" He spanks you again, rings leaving a pleasurable sting that lasts long after, and makes you bite your lip to keep from squealing and giving him the satisfaction. You just stomp your feet instead, heels raised off the floor that's still covered in a sheet of plastic to catch the debris.

There's a bit of shuffling behind you, an unusual silence from Eddie that you're not used to. You swear you can feel him brush by your ass, but you must be imagining it.....until you're not.

"Oh, that's good news....real good news, sweetheart." He mutters almost too quietly for you to hear, before his hand comes down hard on your ass and you suck in a gasp, arching up immediately with your hands grasping at the wall beneath you.

"My roommates are my partners, and they think you're a fucking sex goddess."

"Shut up--ah! E-Eddie!" You shake your head, hair flicking all about, but it isn't stopping Eddie from reaching around and unzipping your pants for you--and when he gets them down your legs, he moans out loud at the sight that he's rewarded with.

"Fucking Christ....listen, they like you, and I've been in love with you since I was, like, fourteen--shit! S-Since we lost our virginities to each other.." You do remember that time, tenth grade--you were fifteen, but you're not gonna correct him right now--when you were such good friends you made a pact to take each other's virginity. That was when you were such good friends that it felt like nothing else mattered, and now.....now, years later, you're finally turning into something else.

He doesn't even bother playing around with the thin piece of fabric stretched over your cunt, he's too eager to just pull it down your hips with those rough fingers. You can tell he's on his knees by the breath on your thigh, and the almost tender way he spreads you out with his thumbs to look--he obviously didn't get enough out of the last time you hooked up, and it's a good enough thought that you find it in you to chuckle about it. You relax a little bit, finally, and he must be able to see it if his "fuck, baby" is any tell.

"You fuck like a virgin, Eddie." A smirk flickers across your face, confidence filling you back up now that your best friend's attention is on you again. "Desperate and clingy. And...cute. So damn cute."

"I am desperate. Anyone who sees a pussy like this'd get fucking desperate." He presses a gentle kiss to your inner thigh, slowly trailing them up your skin with his hands ghosting over your thighs to hold each one. You only twinge a bit in pain when he bites a mouthful of your flesh, sucking on it til it aches before he lets it go with a pop. He seems to stop there for a while, but he's close, that pretty mouth poised so near to your bare pussy that you have to force down the urge to beg--but just when you seriously consider doing so, Eddie gives you an experimental lick, and you jerk so hard you swear a new crack forms in the wall. Then another, and another.....each one slow, and maddeningly soft, barely testing the waters and just getting a taste, yet it's making you drool and you can't stop yourself from pulsing down there. Eddie noses your clit and pays it a few special kisses, but then he's done and you're muffling your own whines with both hands clamped over your mouth. You know from last week that he's fucking good at eating pussy, and he knows it, which is exactly why he won't let you have it like you did last time. Too fucking cocky for his own good, and it's so goddamn sexy.

"Listen, I...I just gotta let you know," He mutters as he stands and unbuckles his belt, the frantic clicking only mildly distracting you from what he's trying to say. "I didn't pull away for no reason, I--I was trying to protect you, cause I-"

"Oh, Eddie, for god's sake, just fuck me!" You call over your shoulder, frustrated and horny and....fuck it, you're desperate, desperate for your most treasured friend in the world to screw your damn brains out. And he just chuckles, cock finally freed for him to tap it against your asscheek.

"Alright...alright, it can wait. I had a reason, that's all you need to know. Now, no more fucking around. You're mine." As he says it, he angles himself down to massage your lips with the tip, dragging it up and down through your slick before slowly feeding it into you. He's trying to be nice, but you're just too wet, and Eddie hiccups and chokes on his own gasp when your hips move and you swallow him in like you're just desperate for him to get on with it.

"Like that, huh?" He slaps the side of your ass, eyes trained on the way it jiggles around him and ears perked to hear your whining. Eddie doesn't have to try to get deeper, doesn't have to strain to be rougher--he's just perfect as he is, cock curving up to put pressure on that weak spot that's making you shake. "Better than fucking some jock, right?"

It is. Eddie's better than any guy you've ever hooked up with; more attentive, more creative, more....sizeable. You might have had bigger on some occasions but never so skilled to match, never someone who you'd be begging to move inside you like you are right now. And because Eddie's a nice, attentive, reliable guy, he obeys that plea--and he doesn't start slow, he rears back and fucking plows you like he's trying to push you right through the wall, and he might. His hips bash yours so hard on the down thrust you can feel parts of the broken plaster crumbling around you, but it doesn't make it any looser for you to wiggle through, and thank god it doesn't. This is what you wanted, and you have no shame in screaming that for the world to hear, for everyone to know that you're taking Eddie Munson's dick and you love it more than life itself.

"I love how fucking loud you are. Make the neighbors jealous, honey." You can feel that smug grin from across the wall, one hand possessively squeezing your ass while the other's hooked around your bent waist to keep you steady against him. The constant thwap thwap thwap of his hips meeting your ass and his balls kissing your underside is so echoey, you aren't even paying attention to the door opening on your side and don't notice the person standing there until she sucks in a gasp.

Your head swiveling to look, you lock eyes with Robin--that adorable girl that made love like summer rain--and see that she's empty-handed, hand hovering over her mouth while her face explodes into a rosy-red blush. Curious, you think, and your ditzy smile gives her an idea of exactly what kind of mood you're in as you beckon her over, to which she complies quite hastily. You raise two fingers to your mouth and spread them in a 'v', the gesture earning you a pair of lust-blown eyes and a soft smile crossing her features as she moves to unbutton her pants in front of you, obviously having missed your touch from last week. As she should, you liked her so much from the first meeting that you'd been determined to make her see stars when you were done.

"That all you got, big boy? Or are you just a huge dick and nothing else?" You call over your shoulder, shooting her a wink while you reach your hands up to help her out of those bothersome clothes. The confidence is staggering you a little bit, the feeling of Eddie stirring up your guts a familiar one, and it's homey, almost--but it kicks up when you feel him stroke a place you weren't sure he'd be into touching, at least not before that last encounter when you'd woken up in his bed the morning after.

"Eddie! Eddie, fuck, that--f-fuck, that's sensitive-!" He spits on your asshole and rubs it in with his thumb, pressing it in just hard enough until it pops right in and sends your eyes rolling to the back of your head--right when Robin's got her panties down too, and you grab her by the hips to move her towards you, tongue stuck out to meet her clit in a near-feral swirl. Robin's knees buckle almost instantly, and she has to brace her hands on your head out of instinct just to keep herself upright, although it also means she accidentally shoves you down to lick her up even deeper.

"Yeah? Still sensitive after Harrington fucked it raw? Kept touchin' yourself when you watched him fuck me, ass already full of his cum....you know how fucking dirty you get when you're sloshed?" You remember that too, now--shamelessly palming your tits as Nancy nursed on your clit, your eyes zeroed in on Steve driving his cock in and out of your best friend for you to enjoy. He'd been too happy to do the same to you, and fill your head with dirty admissions of what he'd do to you if he had all the time in the world, but it was a different experience to watch him bend Eddie over and take him from behind. You felt filthy for watching it all the way through, and even filthier for letting Eddie eat Steve's cum out of you with Nancy when he was done.

You break off for a moment from your partner's body, breaths heaving. "You like it." Before diving right back in, moaning into a mouthful of Robin's pussy.

"I love it," His incessant bucking grows harder, the hand once being used to steady you now occupied with stroking your clit in messy circles. "Love watching you get all stupid and slutty when you've got a drink in you....you and Buckley were so cute..." Eddie moans, and you hum into Robin's clit in a knowing way that has her fingering her way through your hair, clearly trying to be gentle but so lost in pleasure that she's keeping your head static between her legs. Huffing soft breaths and whimpers that Eddie wouldn't be able to hear, grinding forward against the flat of your tongue to get that coveted ecstasy lapped into her clit.

"Always fucking wished I was one of those guys, knockin' on your trailer after dark....came in so many damn socks listening to you get fucked..." That's a new one, you've never heard about that. But it makes sense, now--the way he always seemed to avert his gaze the morning after one of your hookups, when you'd waltz into his trailer to have breakfast together with a pleasant glow and a satisfied smile. Thinking about Eddie rubbing himself raw with the window open as he listened to you getting your guts pumped....oh, if your face wasn't buried in between Robin's legs, you'd have the biggest smirk right then and there.

"An' now you're balls deep," You pant, pulling off of her one more time just to get an adorable whine out of her. "Made me so wet when you got that pout on your face, when you were jealous."

That almost immediately earns you a smack, not on the ass, but on the clit--and the aching, burning sting makes your pussy clamp down on him in a vice grip, your hair sticking to your face with a fresh wave of sweat as he keeps brutalizing your most sensitive spot with the palm of his hand....and it's so fucking good you could just melt right there.

"Yeah? Hear how wet you are now, angelface? Soaking wet for the freak?" He's right--for once, you can hear the sloshing and shucking of your own cunt gushing for him, your body responding to his treatment with no aid from your own hand or an active imagination. With your thumbs spreading Robin's sticky cunt apart, you look up to watch her whimper into her hand as the cool air hits her sensitive areas, before choking on her own moan as you shove your face back between her legs with your tongue outstretched. Your hands come up to grab at her ass, poor cheeks dug into with little crescent-shaped nail marks as you trap her against your lips to suck her clit into your mouth, her hips jostling you as she chases the pleasure with both hands firmly grasping the back of your head.

"Drenching my fucking balls, lucky there's plastic down....you gonna squirt for me again, huh?" He spanks you again, and maybe he can hear how muffled your squeals are from having a mouthful of his girlfriend-roommate's pussy, but you don't fucking care. Even less so when Eddie makes a noisy show of sucking his middle finger into his mouth, before he presses it right up against that empty hole he was teasing and working it all the way inside, his spit making short work of any resistance your body might have had. Your hips jerk at the filthiness of it, as well as the ache he stirs back up that you remember from the last time--god, you swear you can still feel his roommate's monster of a cock splitting your asshole open, and when Eddie spits again to lube you up more, you're left completely at the mercy of his assault on all three sides as you feel that familiar rush of heat churn in the very deepest pit of your stomach. "Make a fucking mess for me, sweetheart. Then I'll come around and let you lick my balls clean." He moans, and with his cock bruising your inner walls as they cling to him on every thrust, and Robin riding your face to kingdom come as her cunt starts spasming with an orgasm she can't hold back, you just let go completely and mumble out a myriad of frantic cries as your brain muddles into a whited-out void of pleasure--and as you do, Eddie's finger hooks inside your ass to bring you all the way down to the base as you feel that release of fluid burst out and spray indiscriminately all over his lap.

"Shit! Damn, fuckin' gushing for me, you're so fucking gorgeous--ohh, that's a big one, isn't it angel?" His tone has a twinge of mockery to it, shakily pulling out but keeping both hands where they still work, so he can no doubt stand back and watch your pussy continue to weep and gush out that clear fluid all over the plastic-protected floor. His other hand moves clear to see the stream properly but he keeps it on your clit, arm curved around the underside of your belly to keep rubbing more out of you even when there's black edges to your vision and you can't even keep up with Robin's orgasm--you just let her yank your head by the hair and hump your face, unable to keep down her gasps as she spasms and clenches around nothing but rides out that endless pleasure on your flexing tongue.

When she finally manages to stumble back, and breaks that constant assault on her nethers that she definitely thought might melt her brain to mush, you're left panting and starry-eyed with a sticky face, your hair matted down with sweat and slick as you try to let yourself come back down to earth. Your ears barely register Eddie coming around to the other room, but when he appears there in all his half-naked glory, all three sets of eyes widen when he gets a look at the sight waiting for him.

"Buckley?"

Meek and shy now that she's not having her pussy eaten, she just waves, still breathing heavy and hunched over to brace her hands on her knees. But annoyance is not the emotion etched into his face, especially not when he clicks his tongue and moves over to where you're still stuck, a hand soon fisting itself in your hair to yank your sagging head up and get a look at the state of you.

"Ohh, I see....angel here was helping herself, huh? Eating up like a fucking dog?" Robin nods, letting out a soft laugh like she can't actually believe she just did what she did. Maybe it's remorseful, and that stings a little bit....but the feeling isn't dwelled on too long, when Eddie guides his achingly stiff, dripping wet cock towards your mouth, and smirks from above you as he taps it against your lower lip. "There's your bone, pup."

In one long stroke, he splits your lips apart and tests the boundaries of your throat as he squeezes himself all the way to the back of it, the instinctual clench down around him giving him the go-ahead to start moving. He's slow at first, attentive, wanting to warm you up, but you're not that inexperienced and you show him exactly how ready you are by sucking him off so hard he flinches, and snaps his hips forward so suddenly he breaches an even deeper spot that he didn't even think was possible. Eddie keeps thrusting harder, chasing his own pleasure with only a casual interest in your comfort--it's exactly how you like it, head pinned to his hips and throat bulging like you're in Alien.

But then, like a fairy breezing by your skin in the middle of a quiet wood, Robin's fingers brush a few errant strands of hair from your face, and she kneels by the wall you're still a prisoner of to start kissing up and down your jaw to the shell of your ear. Whispering sweet words that drown out the shucking of Eddie resizing your throat to fit his girth, showering you with much-deserved praise that has you spilling and leaking down your legs all over again, like you didn't just squirt so hard you probably soaked the whole floor of the other room.

"Look at you, pretty girl, taking Eddie so well." She croons, grazing her touches over the bulge of your throat as it sinks and stretches, inadvertently causing Eddie to groan as he's stroked off in an even more intense way. "I've never cum that hard in my life, all thanks to this gorgeous mouth. You make love like an angel, baby."

Her voice feels so smooth in your ear, presses down any of those ugly thoughts you might have been keeping in, and makes your mind go so fuzzy again that it doesn't even hurt--the ache in your jaw just kind of simmers down, and the serene relaxation you feel opens up an even deeper path for Eddie to blaze down that has him humping your mouth more erratically than ever, crying out that he's gonna cum, he's gonna cum for you, fuck, he's cumming baby he can't hold back-

"Th-That's it--take it all, swallow, don't think too much about it....just drink it, kay? S'good for you." He moans down at you as he slows to a crawling stop, hips jolting once or twice with an especially good shot of cum, but otherwise he spills into your throat at a feverish pace that matches how good he fucked you from behind. Robin sucks a bruise into your neck, shaking from reciting those dirty words she had memorized to say to you, and gingerly strokes that poor skin of yours to ease the flow of Eddie's cum down into your belly. Warm. Everything's so warm, and while you feel an overwhelming urge to pass out as soon as Eddie unhinges himself from your mouth, a smack of your lips together reignites that bitter taste of cum that instantly has you alert and squirming again for more affection. You don't want it to end yet--please, don't end too soon again.

"Forget the big bedroom--we should leave the glory hole, make it a permanent fixture." He smirks, and squats down to look you in those glazed, hazy eyes. He can see it, see that neediness in you again, made only stronger with Robin sweetly stroking your hair as she fixes her clothes back to normal. The thud of a car door slamming shut has his head swiveling to glance over his shoulder towards the window, curls bouncing back and forth again when he turns his attention back to you. "Now, I need a piss, and a smoke. You wanna come out, or you wanna wait for the others to find you? I heard their car pull up just now."

Now you can hear the distant sounds of the front door opening and closing, shoes being kicked off, Nancy's voice reminding Steve to leave his dirty sneakers on the mat. The heat stirs up again as you remember the last time you saw them....

"Steve's gonna want to have a turn, so's Nancy. Think you can handle all that?" Though you've gotten your release and gotten it good, it still feels like there's something churning up inside you, like there's a pressure in your groin that you need to relieve and it's burning the longer you go without stimulation. You want it bad, so bad, and a whine has Eddie getting to his feet with his hands braced on his knees for balance. "Ah, forgot. Can't relax unless you cum hard enough to pass out, can you?"

You hum in agreement and it induces a chuckle out of your best friend, who while rosy-cheeked and has a look of satisfaction about his glowing skin, seems like he doesn't yet want to leave you even though he needs a bit of time to cool off. "Alright, I'll be back. I love you." He ruffles your hair and kisses the top of your head, before readjusting himself and heading out the door as Robin finally gets back up herself. Even the thought of being alone right now has you wriggling where you're still stuck, but the thumping footsteps climbing the staircase draw that desire back up into your throat.

"Sweet. I, uh....I love you, baby. See you soon."

"You need anything, sweetness?" You shake your head, looking up at Robin with pure, glimmery eyes that don't betray how eager you are to get used as a cumdump for the second time. "Okay. I promise Nancy and Steve'll get you out when you're done, so don't worry. Come sleep in my bed after, okay?"

She's so nice. So sweet. She's your partner now, huh? That's what Eddie said he wanted, and what they wanted, and he wasn't all that clear about it but Eddie's never really that transparent when it comes to his feelings....at least when they're about you. Or maybe you're just not used to his directness being so honest and from the heart, so you don't know whether to take it all as truth or not. But Robin really looks like she's feeling the same as she fixes herself up, nervously fluffs her hair before she fidgets with her belt and swings around to head towards the door. Maybe you could get her to stay....but Steve and Nancy are almost here, and you can bet she needs a little break after you blew her mind. Heh. You really did, didn't you? You really made her feel so good she wants to stay, and that's just....well, it's a first. A really, really, really nice first.

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restinslices · 2 months

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hiiii :D

would it be okay for you to do bi-han, liu kang and kung lao x hypermobile reader if you're not too busy or anything?

like reader has alot of pain in the knees, back and gets frequent migraines and they try to help?

Hey bookie, I wasn’t ignoring you. I was just procrastinating 😭. Finally got to it though! When I looked it up a hypermobile person seemed like a double jointed person but with occasional aches but obviously there could be stuff I missed since I’m not hypermobile. Because of that I mainly focused on the things you brought up however if there’s certain things I missed, you can always request again.

Bi-Han

When it comes to your joints moving more than normal, I don't see him making a big deal about it

I don't see him being like “omg that's so cool” but I also don't see him being like “that's freaky”

It's something he notices but doesn't point out

When it comes to pain he'll suggest stretching it out, which might do the opposite but it's what his brain conjures up first

I just feel like stretching and trained assassins go hand in hand

He knows multiple stretches that focus on those areas and that's what he'd suggest first

There’s also other physical activities like walking for your knees

His brain goes to physical things

If all else fails, he's a walking ice pack

I don't think he'd necessarily want to be an ice pack but if I'm the wind under your wings, spit out a couple ice cubes for me

As for migraines I am a firm believer that Bi-Han as the oldest brother is a mini medic

He'd assume your sick so he'd advise you to drink tea, eat soup and keep your eyes closed so they're not being strained while looking at something bright

If you get migraines often he'd buy some thick ass curtains so the sun doesn't peek through

He may be a lil asshole but I'm gonna stay delusional and believe he'd be a good partner

He's a good man Savannah-

Liu Kang

I also think he wouldn't make a big deal out of it

He might comment on it but you'd be forgiven for thinking he forgot about it

Idk how you could use this in fighting but if you could, all 3 of them are impressed

When it comes to pain in the knees and back, he's the opposite of an ice pack

His power might work better with aches and pains. Depends on your body

I doubt heating his hand up would be difficult for him

He mostly wants you to rest and take warmth baths to soak your joints

Him and Bi-Han are mini medics but Bi-Han is more of a physical therapist. Also sitting around is a problem for him. Liu Kang is more patient and understands that there’s nothing wrong with taking a break and letting yourself heal

He probably also knows a bunch more healing methods I don't

He's been around the block for awhile. He knows how to do other things besides leave someone concussed

Assuming you're a regular human, he knows how weak your body is (no tea no shade) and you really need to rest or you'll break down

That's his thought process with migraines as well

Has you sleep a lot more since migraines can be eased with sleep

He knows all the tricks in the book. You know when your parent is like “you have a headache? why don't you *insert the most old and outlandish bullshit*”?

That's him

You'd think he'd use all this worldly knowledge to oh, idk, build an empire or smth but no

Kung Lao

He wouldn't make a comment in a mean way but he would do a double take

Maybe I'm wrong but I would imagine people don't go “hey! How are you? I'm hyper mobile btw”

So when he sees a joint kinda move funny he's thinking “am I tweaking? I gotta be”

But then it happens again and he's like “aight, what the fuck was that?”

He asks a few more questions but that's kinda it. He won't ask your whole life story. If you wanna share more, then you will

When it comes to pain you gotta thug that one out-

I'm joking… slightly

Liu Kang is a demigod. Bi-Han is a human but got magic powers. Kung Lao is a normal person and only has a hat

And I don't wanna hear about the magic shit in his moves. In the game I'm pretty sure he only has that hat. The hat is cool and all but my point is, he can't magic any pain he feels away

He knows better than anyone that sometimes you just gotta take the shit on the chin and try to go on about your day

However, that wouldn't be his only solution

Regular human who can't make his own ice packs means he's a regular human with tons of medicine

Medicine he'd obviously share

He'd even buy some specifically for joint pain and keep it on him for you

Same with medicine for migraines

He probably has way more of those so he can't carry all those bottles but he carries some in his pocket

He actually has a phone so he's for sure looking up ways to help with any pain or discomfort

Whatever comes up, he'll suggest to you or help you with

Your pain won't go away the quickest with him but it's obvious he's trying his hardest

I did not mean to give Kung Lao the most-

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cheriladycl01 · 4 months

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omg in your feel the heat fic after you mentioned the son and dad and that yn was single after being broken up with. my mind went to single!dad and son obviously the dad is same age or close to same age maybe max like 7 years apart. but after yn helps the son yn and the dad get closer and end up dating. idk if yn in your fix is lesbian or bi but that’s just what my mind went to.

I love this idea! Its so cute! And reader can be interpreted however you wanted but as a bisexual queen myself i also envision her as bi!

Because i love this so much, here like a little drabble for you that's a little sub-plot to feel the heat!

Also I've noticed that a lot of people are enjoying these shorts that i do like 'Angry Y/N moments and Funny Gamer moments' that i've been doing! Do you guys like them, if so would you want more? And what would you like to see if i did?

"I'm scared for today" he told you. After you'd met Conner and his son, Tyler at the race you'd of course kept in contact with them. Giving them paddock passes. As time went on Conner and you became flirty, you hadn't been in a relationship since your last ex Emma, who you were secretly hoping and manifesting would call you back and ask for your forgiveness and want to try again.

But of course because of the way the world works that hadnt happened.

And now with Connor the time felt right too move on, he'd been hopelessly chasing after you for about two years now, and it felt like you could make something out of the flirting and teasing that had been going on. However, being with Connor came with other responsibilities that if you were going to commit to him, you'd of course have to commit to them.

It was a huge conversation you'd had one night about a year ago, before you first started dating. Tyler was an amazing kid, and he had a hard time with receiving female attention ever since him mum walked out on him and Connor, but when he was with you things just sort of fell into place naturally.

And this is what had Connor falling harder than he ever thought he would.

You didn't want to move forward with Connor, and not have Tyler understand why you wouldn't always be there, or why his dad's friend was now living with them all of a sudden of why he was moving to you place.

"I love you Y/N and i really want to make this work" he's smiled at you taking your hand as you cried a little.

"I really really love you too. I want you to know that i will look after you both, for as long as you'll let me in every way possible. But we have to talk about what to do going forward, long distance will put a strain on things with all of us!" you'd said tears still in your eyes.

"Baby. My business is already online, i work from home. And i home school Tyler, we can travel with you. The time zone skipping will be hard at first but Tyler will love it, he'll meet so many amazing people and he'll be able to boast to everyone about how cool you are!" Connor comforted you.

"You guys would up and move for me?" you ask in shock.

"Y/N we both love you. I think i have ever since i first met you in the paddock" he smiled shyly.

That was how you'd come to now, it was your 4th F1 season and right now you were 3 points behind Charles Leclerc and 7 points behind Max Verstappen for the world title. You still had a chance of winning it.

You were being interviewed in Silverstone, your home race and were hoping for a win, qually had gone well and you were starting P2 tomorrow, Lewis in front of you, Charles and Max behind you.

"So Y/N, your in points position for the championship, there's only 6 more races left to go of course anything can happen but its tight this year between you Max and Charles! How do you feel about tomorrow's race?" the interviewer asks and you smile starting to answer the question.

However, a small scared voice interrupts.

"Mommy, mommy" is heard and you look down seeing Tyler at your feet pulling at your race suit. You kneel down looking at his panicked expression, his lower lip wobbling as tears brimmed your eyes.

"I cant find daddy, and I got scared and then i saw you. I'm sorry" he cries a little, you comfort him. Kissing the top of his head, you pick the 7 year old boy up and place him on your hip, brushing his hair back a little.

"Can I continue talking with my friends while you stay here with me, then we go find daddy?" you ask him and he nods before putting his head on your shoulder and falling to sleep to the sound of you talking about racing, no doubt dreaming of being just like you, his idol one day.

"Are we getting this right Y/N or did the little boy you stuck up for all those years ago call you his mother?" the interviewer had asked intrigued at the new information.

"Yes, I'm in a relationship with his father, and I've taken on legal guardianship of him as well. I am actually engaged to Connor" you smile, taking your glove off and showing them the engagement ring while trying not to move the sleeping boy as much.

"Oh this is just wonderful news Y/N i think this might just be the best love story of the paddock ever!"

"Ahahaha i wouldn't go that far, there's some great authors out there"

Ah i hope you enjoyed this quick little drabble! It was so fun to write!!

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i-am-church-the-cat · 6 months

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Okay so sorry for this ask. I just had this random thought blurb and wanted to share with someone. But like imagine:

Lando decides to suggest to Oscar that it would be funny if they get married in Vegas. Cause like that would be hilarious. Except Oscar looks him dead in the eye and says “I can’t, I’m already married” before walking away.

So of course Lando has a major freak out trying to figure out who he married and ropes the whole grid in the search. There is a strong rumor it’s Daniel (which Daniel started cause it’s funny). There is also the rumor that is Taylor Swift (that’s Este trying to annoy Nando). And of course there are suggestions of Fred, Liam, and even Arthur (which Pierre and Charles’s shut down right away because they would have to kill him).

And everyone keeps asking Logan if he knows and he just keeps laughing it off. But he’s also it’s a sad laugh because he’s a little sad to thing that nobody thinks he could be worthy of Oscar, even if he agrees.

And of course this pisses Oscar off. Because his husband is the sweetest man around. Because who the fuck cares if he is having a bad season when he is always there to make sure Oscar does things like eat breakfast or makes sure he isn’t too hard on himself.

So when the grid decides to do a group breakfast the morning after in Vegas (to compare horror stories). Oscar marks the shit out of Logan as they show up with their wedding rings.

Anon, never apologize for being the smartest motherfucker in the room. As a secretly married loscar truther, I am in love with this. And you’re always welcome to come in my messages or my ask box with stuff like this.

I can imagine Oscar being so smug at that breakfast. It’s his ring around Logan’s finger, it’s his marks on Logan’s body, it’s him who gets to keep bringing waffles for Logan to devour in record speed.

And I think the reason no one suspected it could be Logan Oscar was married to is because they would’ve known, right? Surely they wouldn’t have been able to keep it a secret for 9 months?

(Well, Alex and George had known pretty quickly who it was but they weren’t going to spoil the surprise.)

But even now with them both declaring themselves to each other for all of them to see, they barely act any different. Small touches, leaned in whispers, pressed as close together as two people could in opposite chairs, but still completely level-headed.

And finally Lando snaps and is like “How? How are you two so calm around each other? If I had a partner on the grid, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of them.”

Oscar shrugs and Logan laughs awkwardly and even now they’re like twin planets - always together but never crashing.

“We’ve been together for a long time,” Oscar answers which, they would hope so for the youngest married couple on the grid. “And most of that time it’s had to be a secret. I guess we’re just used to it.”

“Plus, neither of us are big on PDA.” A rather ironic thing for Logan to say while covered in bite marks and red-purple hickies. “We like to keep our private life private.”

And suddenly Lando feels bad because maybe they had never planned on coming out to them, or at least not so soon, but Lando had practically forced their hand because of his little goose hunt. But Logan smiles understandingly at him and is quick to reassure.

“Don’t worry, we were planning to tell people on the grid sooner rather than later, probably when my contract extension was announced, if it’s ever decided.”

Oscar makes a face at that but doesn’t interrupt.

“We just chose now because…” And suddenly Logan gets this look on his face, something pained and almost embarrassed. Oscar tangles their left hands together to stop him in his tracks, proudly displaying their matching rings before continuing.

“None of you thought I could have the honor of being married to Logan - hurtful, by the way, I’m obviously a catch - so I wanted to show everyone who I belonged to.”

Logan blushes a light pink, but he’s smiling. Oscar feels a bit of relief as Logan lays his head on his shoulder, allowing him to turn his nose into the gel-less waves of his blond hair.

The rest of their drivers start to clamor their excuses - you’re too good at hiding it, we thought Logan was dating that Instagram model, actually you’re right you aren’t good enough for my junior Williams driver but you make him happy so I guess it’s okay (this one is of course from George who is met with a lot of boos and biscuit throwing) - but it doesn’t really matter.

Who cares what any of them thought? At the end of the day, Oscar is the one sitting here with Logan Sargeant’s hand intertwined with his, he’s the one that will get to go back with him to their shared apartment, bundle his Florida boy up against the cruel English winter, and indulge in the domestic bliss of being with someone he truly loved.

When one had that, who cared about anything else?

#my hand slipped #sorry for hijacking your post anon #but i love this!!#domestic loscar for the win!#loscar #logan sargeant #oscar piastri #f1 rpf #anon #anon ask #fairy-eyed eagle

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luminnara · 2 years

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Cherry Bomb | Billy Hargrove x Reader || PART TWO

PART ONE

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Masterlist

Is this beta read? No. Did I finish this at 1 am? Yes. Is it good? I sure hope so! 12,800+ words of Cherry Bomb goodness, for your reading pleasure!

Warnings: f slur/homophobia, verbal abuse, vague nsfw stuff

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“Hey, Hargrove.”

“Hey there, Doll.” Billy greeted you as you stepped out of your car. He looked just as gorgeous as ever, brilliant blue eyes trained on you and following your every movement. “It’s icy. Careful.”

“I think I know a little more about icy winters than you, California Boy,” you snorted a laugh as you shut the car door and faced him.

The morning air was chilly, your breath coming out in little puffs. You were used to it, the sometimes frigid Indiana weather, but you could tell that Billy didn’t like it one bit. Not that he liked anything about Hawkins anyways.

“Whatever,” he sneered, amazing you, as always, with his ability to have so much attitude so early in the morning. You wondered how hard he had to try at it, or if he even had to try at all.

He was wearing his jean jacket, smoking a cigarette, and looking like someone shoved a particularly rough stick up his ass. Everyone in the parking lot was watching him, the girls still hoping they had a chance—because, after all, wasn’t Billy Hargrove a total player? How could he not be?—while the guys called to him with the hopes that they could get his attention and then get on his good side. He was focused on you, though, looking down at you with an expression you had come to discover was his version of warm. He was still way too cool to do or say anything mushy, of course, and neither of you had clarified where exactly you stood, but you were something, and everybody seemed to know it.

After all, they watched the way Billy carried things for you, how he opened doors, how he always seemed to want you up against his side. Tommy H had already started a rumor that you were a total slut and you were totally good at it, because how else could you have Billy Hargrove eating out of the palm of your hand like that? You were obviously actually very experienced, and you probably did it in the back of your car, and the Camaro, every day after class. Obviously.

You didn’t really care about the rumors, not even the nastier ones that Carol was spreading out of jealousy. You were happy with Billy around. You knew a side of him that he’d never allow anyone else to see, and after the night he had climbed through your window, something had changed between you. There was some sort of a silent understanding developing, an agreement that you wouldn’t bring it up and he would maybe not be an ass. And he wasn’t, at least not to you—he was polite, or at least his version of polite, and that was fine. He was sweet when he wanted to be, and now, you were starting to see why he was always so ready to fight and rage at anyone who looked at him funny.

You never brought it up, though. You held his face so gently whenever the two of you were alone, and you stroked his cheeks with your thumbs in a way that he totally thought made him look like a pussy but he appreciated nonetheless, and you spoke softly and just sat with him when he needed the peace. Billy didn’t explain anything about why his father was so rough on him, and even though you wanted to know why Neil Hargrove was like that, you didn’t ask. You didn’t press. Because you figured maybe Billy needed a refuge from it, and maybe he would talk about it when he was ready.

When he trusted you enough.

Because Billy did trust you, but he didn’t know how to tell you what it was like living with his father. He didn’t know how to go about explaining how much he missed his mother and wished she hadn’t walked out on him, or how fucked up in the head he was from all of it. He was too afraid of hearing himself say anything out loud.

So he didn’t. Not yet.

He just followed you around like a lovesick puppy instead, because that’s what he was, and that was the only thing he could do.

“Everyone is staring,” you said in a hushed voice as Billy grabbed you by the hips and pulled you up against him.

“So let ‘em stare.”

“Billy…”

“What, doll?”

There it was. The pet name that always made you melt a little.

“Let’s just go inside,” you grumbled, picking at the front of his jacket in an attempt to ignore the heat of everyone’s glares.

“What, you suddenly shy now?” He sneered. Because, as you had come to learn, Billy Hargrove didn’t know how to tease. He only knew how to taunt.

But still, it was his way of being playful, and you were slowly learning how to speak his language.

“No,” you snapped. “I just prefer having you all to myself…”

Your tone made him grin as he leaned down to catch your lips in a kiss. “There she is.”

“Who?” You asked when he pulled away.

He smirked. “My girl.”

You felt your heart flutter a little bit, a blush spreading across your cheeks. “Yeah, yeah...”

“Thought you were all tough and didn’t care about the staring,” he commented as he threw his arm around your shoulders.

“I just hate the way Carol’s always undressing you with her eyes.” You said matter-of-factly, glaring at the group of girls standing with Tommy H and a few other guys from the basketball team.

Carol and Tina scoffed when you made eye contact, immediately turning away to pretend they hadn’t been watching and imagining themselves exactly where you were. You weren’t looking forward to the next time they caught you in the locker room alone, but at least if one of them swung first, you’d have a good excuse to finish the fight.

Billy looked over at Carol and wrinkled his nose. Yeah, if he didn’t have you around, she’d probably be an easy fuck. Never mind that she was dating Tommy, the guy who loved gassing Billy up and always acted like he wanted to be his friend. Carol would probably jump at the chance to be alone with him, and then sleep with him as her own way of getting back at her parents or her boyfriend or whoever else was pissing her off. Because that’s what Billy was used to—getting physical attention from girls who liked him for his looks and his dick and the fact that he was the wildest thing in a town like Hawkins.

Besides you, it turned out.

And he hadn’t even gotten in your pants yet.

As you walked inside, he glanced down at you. You were always more tired in the morning, always a little sluggish. He thought it was cute. He thought just about everything about you was cute, and it drove him a little crazy knowing that he hadn’t even made a serious move on you yet, and you hadn’t tried to fuck him in the back of the car. He knew you wanted him. He knew you liked having him around, and he knew you liked making out with him. So why weren’t you trying to ride his dick, too? It’s what girls always wanted from him. Some guys, too…even though he’d never hear the end of it from Neil if he got caught with another guy.

But that was an entirely different issue, and he was more interested in you.

Were you scared? …were you a virgin? The thought brought a smirk to his lips. If you were, he wanted to be your first. And your last. And your only. Although you’d probably look real cute with another guy’s dick in your mouth, but as long as Billy was still involved, it didn’t count—

“Earth to Billy? …hello?” You saved your hand in front of his face and he realized that the two of you had reached your locker. “Were you even listening to me?”

“Sorry, babe,” he said smoothly as he leaned up against the lockers next to yours. “Got distracted.”

“By what?” You growled.

“Thinkin’ about how good you’d look on your hands and knees for me.”

You stared at him. You willed your face not to flush, and you just kept your mouth shut as you stared at him.

“Shut up,” you mumbled as you opened your locker, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

“What? You’re so bashful today, doll.” He leered at you.

You rolled your eyes as you pulled a textbook out. “It is eight in the morning, Billy.”

“So?” He grinned. “Why don’t you wanna talk about it?”

“Because I don’t feel like it.” You said, avoiding his handsome face as your own began heating up.

He gasped dramatically. “Princess, are you…a virgin?”

His mocking tone was starting to piss you off, and you suddenly slammed your locker shut before glaring at him. “Fuck off, Hargrove.”

“Oh, that’s it, isn’t it?”

Your nostrils flared angrily as you turned on your heel. “I’m not talking to you!”

“See you at lunch, sweetheart!” He called after you, watching you go with a wolfish grin on his face. Oh, you were a total virgin.

It was cute.

———————

You didn’t feel like explaining to Billy that you were not, in fact, a virgin, but you sat and simmered about it all morning rather than just ignoring your conversation. He was so fucking annoying when he wanted to be, an absolute menace. You had grown used to him, the way he talked and behaved, but even you had your limit.

And besides, why should you want to tell him all about your awkward sexual escapades? None of them mattered. You’d been stupid sophomore year and hooked up with a guy who had no idea what he was doing, and it had left you feeling weird and in pain while he got to go brag to all of his friends. Then, the same thing happened junior year…only that time, the guy had decided to tell the entire world, and in return, you had beaten the shit out of him. So far, your only pleasurable experiences had been a few drunk nights with Robin…and you could only imagine how long Billy would go on and on about that if you told him.

So no, it wasn’t that you were a virgin. It was just that sometimes, when you thought about it for too long, you wished that you still were. It was kind of corny, but you wished your first time had been with someone you actually liked, rather than some dude you never really spoke to again.

Someone like Billy.

You tried to stay focused and not think about it too much. By the time lunch rolled around, though, it was hard not to let your thoughts wander…especially with Billy smirking across the table at you.

And you already knew exactly what was on his mind.

“You know, my brothers would probably kill you just for thinking like that.” You said haughtily, digging a sandwich out of your bag and throwing it at him.

He caught it easily, grinning that stupid grin at you. “Better not let ‘em find out then, huh?”

“You’re insufferable.”

“I seem to recall you kissing me first, doll,” he drawled as he unwrapped his food. “You remember. Down at Lover’s Lake? When you practically jumped me and sucked my face off?”

You rolled your eyes. “We seem to remember things a little differently.”

“Oh? Then why don’t you enlighten me? And don’t leave out any of the juicy details, I wanna hear everything.”

You fixed him with a glare. He had laid a trap, and you had waltzed right on into it. You couldn’t be too mad at him, though, not when his eyes were sparkling like that and the side of his mouth was pulled up in a lopsided grin.

“Actually….” You returned the look, biting your lip. “…I think I might need a reminder.”

“Oh, baby, you sure do speak my language…”

He leaned towards you and you stopped him with a hand in his face. “Take me out for food tonight and then maybe we’ll talk.”

Rather than deflate, Billy actually seemed to make himself look larger, taking your demands as a challenge more than defeat. If nothing else, he was tenacious.

“Deal, babe.” He said before sinking his teeth into the sandwich your mother had so lovingly prepared for him that morning. “I’ll pick you up. Six o’ clock.”

“Fine.” You said. “Six it is.”

And just like he said, Billy Hargrove showed up on your doorstep at six, wearing his leather jacket and a silky red button down that exposed a fair portion of his chest. He had spent the better part of an hour getting ready for you, and yes, he had patted cologne on all the spots that mattered, because he was, of course, hoping that he might get lucky tonight.

He was leaning with his elbow on the frame when he saw the knob twist and the door swing open, but he was greeted by the sight of not you, but one of your brothers instead.

Curtis.

The one who liked him the least.

“Well, well, look what the cat dragged in,” he sneered.

Billy met him with a sharp glare. Curt was definitely the meanest of your brothers, and even though the two of them had managed to share a few laughs in the time since Billy had met your family, Curt still wasn’t a fan of the town bad boy dicking around with his baby sister. Billy couldn’t really blame him; he didn’t even get along with his sister, and he still wanted to chase off any snot nosed kid who looked at her for too long.

“Curtis, who are you glowering at now?” a woman asked.

Her voice had Billy’s glare immediately softening. He loved your mother. He really, really did. He was too afraid to admit how much he liked your family—even with Curt and his constant shitty attitude towards him—but he actually felt at home there, in your little old house next to the auto shop, and a lot of it was due to the way your mother treated him.

“Hello, ma’am,” Billy greeted in his friendliest voice as Curt reluctantly moved out of his way.

“Hello, Billy,” you mom smiled. She was watching from the front hall, seemingly on her way towards the living room, leaning on her forearm crutches as she paused to say hi.

Billy didn’t know exactly why she used them. He had never asked, because even though he could be a total asshole, getting too nosey with the best maternal figure in his life wasn’t something he wanted to do. All he knew came from the few snippets you had told him, things like how she had to stop driving for some reason and how she hated the pitying looks she got at the grocery store. Billy couldn’t really imagine anyone pitying your mother, because it seemed very clear to him that she was very much in charge of your family and so far all of her kids had turned out perfectly fine, but he, much like you and your brothers, would sock a stranger in the jaw if they ever disrespected her.

So, yeah. Billy was a big fan of your mom.

“She’s still upstairs,” she said with a warm smile. “I’m sure Curt would love to make himself useful and go get her. Wouldn’t you, Curt? And no yelling, please. You know Danny is trying to sleep.”

He huffed and gave Billy another glare before jogging up the stairs, finally giving Billy some breathing room. He didn’t hate Curt. He really didn’t. But god, he wanted to get in a fist fight just so they could settle their shit.

“C’mon, hon.” Your mother said, making her way through the doorway to the living room. “She’ll be a minute. She was helping the boys in the shop this afternoon and got a little behind.”

Billy should’ve known that you’d be the one running late.

He followed your mom, sitting down on the couch you had once let him sleep on after a party. She settled into her armchair, reaching for a mug on the side table and taking a sip before smiling appreciatively.

“Hot cocoa,” she said, nodding towards a matching mug on the coffee table. “Made you some, too.”

And, as always, Billy was taken aback by your family’s kindness towards him.

“Thank you, ma’am, but you didn’t have to—“

“Don’t give me that, Billy,” she growled. “You’re a guest in our home. Besides, haven’t you seen my boys? When I make hot cocoa, I have to make gallons of the stuff so they all get enough. There’s plenty to go around.”

That was a theme he had noticed in your house. The table was always covered in food, there was always extra juice at breakfast, and you never seemed to run out of snacks. It wasn’t like his family was totally broke, but the way Neil ran things, he and Susan always seemed more concerned with acting put together rather than actually enjoying things like family dinner time or an extra helping of dessert. In fact, Billy had been on the receiving end of angry words more than once for going for that extra helping.

At your house, though, eating to your heart’s content was encouraged, and the food was always so good that there shouldn’t have ever been leftovers, except somehow there always were, and your mom always insisted that Billy take some home with him.

He picked up the warm mug and the hot cocoa was absolutely delicious. Your mother must have been able to see it in his face as he tasted it, because she chuckled and leaned back in her chair slightly before giving him some lighthearted teasing.

“I thought the California boy might need some hot cocoa to get through our midwestern winters,” she laughed.

“It’s wonderful, ma’am.” He said. “Thank you.”

“There’s no need to thank me,” she smiled. “But I appreciate it nonetheless.”

“Curtis! Get out of my fucking way!” You yelled upstairs.

“No yelling, shrimpy!” Curtis yelled back.

“Will you two shut up? I’m trying to fucking sleep in here!” Danny snarled from his room.

Billy immediately tensed. To him, shouting inside the house meant fighting, and fighting meant that he was about to be shoved up against the wall by two big fists as they grabbed handfuls of his nice shirt. To him, it meant that he had done something wrong, something that he deserved to be punished for even though he didn’t really get what it was. To him, while it was normal, it was a big deal, an event that would have his ribs aching for a while afterwards.

But in your house, it was nothing more than a few siblings, all born fairly close together, who bickered and fought just like any other family. It was just your most annoying brother doing what he did best, and you yelling about it because you were the youngest and the smallest which often meant you had to be the loudest. That was all. You fought with your brothers all the time, but they never hurt you—never on purpose, at least—and they never even said anything very bad.

It made Billy a little jealous.

Your mom saw the way he was suddenly so alert and she sighed. “Never a moment’s peace around here.”

Billy cleared his throat and nodded, trying to cover it all up with his usual attitude. “Seems like.”

“How’s your sister?” She asked, prodding slightly.

“Max?” Billy thought for a moment, looking down at his mug. “…she’s fine, I guess.”

“She’s lucky to have you, you know.”

His eyes snapped up to meet hers. “What?”

“You’re a good boy, Billy.” She reached over, patting his hand. “Max is lucky to have you there to protect her.”

He didn’t know what to say, so he simply stared. Max hated him. And he didn’t like Max very much. He kept an eye on her, sure, because he had to, and because they had been forced to come to terms with their new blended family and forced to admit that neither of them could control their circumstances. Billy had a bad attitude, yeah. So did Max sometimes. And he wanted to keep her safe, he really did, because even though he didn’t like her and she was annoying and always in his way, they were pretty much stuck with each other.

He wished he could be there for her the way your brothers were for you. Even though that meant that they didn’t trust him as far as they could throw him—which, actually, for Kenny might be pretty far—Billy figured that they were right not to. He wouldn’t trust a guy like him around his sister, and he really couldn’t blame these guys for the way they acted sometimes.

Except Curt.

Curt was just an asshole.

Luckily for Billy, you came rushing down the stairs just in time for him to avoid furthering the conversation, and when you appeared in the doorway, he immediately jumped to his feet. You looked perfect, wearing a dress that was a little more than casual but by no means formal, and even after all your scrubbing and fussing, there was still some grease on your arms.

Billy loved that, because it was so you.

“Hey,” you said, smiling at him. “You ready?”

“Are you?” He scoffed, forgetting that your mother was right there for a moment.

You scowled are him. “Yes. I am. And I’m starving, so let’s go.”

He said a hasty goodbye to your mother and she chuckled, watching as you seized Billy’s hand and practically dragged him out the front door. You could see the Camaro sitting there in the driveway next to your Barracuda, its midnight blue exterior appearing almost black as dusk fell.

“Where we goin’, Princess?” Billy asked as he walked around to the passenger side, opening the door for you.

“That little diner in town,” you said as you slipped in. “I’m seriously in the mood for a shake and a greasy burger.”

He shoved the door shut once you were comfortably situated, walking around to the driver’s side and climbing in. As he jammed the key in the ignition and turned it, he lunged for you, finding that you were already waiting with your chin tilted up and your hand reaching for his.

Billy’s kisses were always hungry. Starving, practically, as if his lips crashing against yours was the only thing that could keep him alive. His hand found your thigh and gave it a warm squeeze before drifting to entangle his fingers with yours, brushing the pad of his thumb over your knuckles. It was one of his gentler habits, something small and soft amidst the flames of the wildfire that was Billy Hargrove, and it was something that reminded you that despite all of his rage and bad attitude, he was still just a confused boy who had put up as many walls as possible to keep himself safe.

“I missed you.” He admitted as he pulled away, hand on the gearshift as he backed out of the driveway.

“You saw me just a few hours ago.”

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t miss you.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that one. “You know, you’re kinda sweet, when you wanna be.”

“I’m always sweet.” he grunted as he turned into the road and floored it.

You snorted in amusement. “Sure.”

He gave you a sidelong glance. “Y’know, about this morning...”

You sighed and looked out the window. “You mean when you were being an annoying asshole?”

He scrunched his nose angrily, eyes dark and narrow. “I was not an asshole.”

“Well, you were sure as hell being annoying.” you huffed.

He wanted to yell, or at least stomp away before he got the chance to. But he was trapped in the car with you, and he didn’t really want to shout or swear or blow up, even though that was his first instinct.

“Sweetheart...”

“I’m not a virgin.” you mumbled, cutting him off. “So you can kiss that fantasy of yours goodbye.”

He glanced at you again. Your head was resting on the window, eyes focused on nothing in particular. Billy suddenly felt bad, because he felt like it was his fault that you were so put out now, and he really fucking wished that he could just...be better.

“That doesn’t matter to me.” he said, assuming that you were angry with him because you thought that’s all he cared about.

“But the thing is...I sort of wish I was, because I would way rather my first time be with you.”

His nostrils flared as fresh anger coursed through him. “Who was it?”

“You don’t need to beat anybody up, Billy.”

“I want to.”

“It’s fine.” you sighed, finally looking at him. “Nothing that bad happened. It just...wasn’t great. And I just figure it would be...better...with you.”

He watched you carefully out of the corner of his eye for a moment.

Better.

Yeah.

It would be.

Billy wanted to worship you. He wanted to show you how much you meant to him. He wanted to take as much time as he could with you so that he could do things properly, and when he got the chance--if he got the chance--he fully intended to make you forget all about your past experiences.

“Look, babe.” he cleared his throat. “I won’t lie. I wanted to be your first...but only because I’d do it right.”

You felt heat creeping up your neck and face. “I know you would.”

“Damn straight.” he growled.

“And don’t, uh...don’t beat anybody up. Okay?”

“Why not?” he asked angrily. “If some guy hurt you then I’m gonna--”

“Because I already did.” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “And he didn’t really hurt me, he just went and told literally everybody about it. It just...sucked.”

You could see that Billy was still angry, his grip on the steering wheel tightening until his knuckles were white. “Point him out if you see him.”

“Billy...”

“What?”

“I appreciate it. Really.” you put a hand on his arm. “But it’s not important.”

“It is.”

“Billy.”

“What?”

“It’s been years. And I would rather not think about it.” you gave his bicep a squeeze, your fingers lingering on the sleeve of his leather jacket.

He glanced down at you and you could see a fondness in his eyes, something he never offered anybody else. “I just wanna see you happy, baby.”

You felt your heart skip a beat at his admission. He’d said things along those lines before, but this was the most straightforward he had ever been...or maybe you were just really learning how to speak his language, and if he had said that to anyone else, it wouldn’t have had the same impact. But for you, that was practically a declaration of love, and you could feel it settling in your chest like a warm ball of butterflies.

“I am happy, Billy.”

His lips spread into a lopsided grin--not a smirk, a real grin--and by the look in his eyes, you could guess that if he wasn’t driving a car entirely too quickly down a residential street, his lips would be on yours.

“Good. Now lemme buy you dinner.”

You mirrored his grin. “Yes please. I’m fucking starving.”

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Whenever the two of you went out, which really wasn’t all that often, you received stares. Billy, the bad boy all the way from California, and you, the mechanic’s aggressive daughter, painted a picture that had had Hawkins’ more uptight residents clutching their pearls. It didn’t bother you any more than Carol did, though, and if it got to Billy, he never showed it.

“You got a curfew, Princess?” He asked as he watched you sink your teeth into a cheeseburger.

You shook your head, then paused to swallow. “…I mean, it’s sorta ten, but you know it’s not a big deal. Why? Do you?”

He leaned back, one arm draped over the back of his seat. “Nah. Neil and Susan are gonna be out late.”

At the mention of his father and stepmom, you frowned. “Aren’t they gonna be pissed that you’re out, too?”

“It’s a free country.”

“But shouldn’t you be watching Max?”

Billy rolled his eyes and grabbed his chocolate milkshake. “She’s out with her shitty little friends. She’s fine.”

“Won’t they be mad that—“

“They’re not gonna know,” he said. “How are they gonna know? Are you gonna tell them?”

“What? Shut up.” You scoffed. “I just don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“Thanks for the concern, but it’s fine.”

You could tell that it wasn’t, but you dropped it anyway. “How’s your shake?”

“It’s alright.”

“Only alright?”

“Fine. It’s good.”

You grinned. “It’s okay to admit that you like things like shakes, you know. It’s not like it’s embarrassing. Everybody likes them.”

Billy made an annoyed sound and you laughed before taking another bite. You could tell that he was enjoying it. In fact, you could tell that he had quite a sweet tooth, specifically for chocolate, and you thought that it was…well, sweet.

Billy knew he had a thing for chocolate. It was his favorite flavor of soft serve, shakes, and cake. But…his dad loved to crack shitty jokes and make wise comments at Billy’s expense, and it left him a little ashamed. Maybe, if that’s all Neil ever did, Billy would care less, but coupled with everything else he liked to throw at him, it just made Billy want to hide it all.

Not from you, though. He liked sharing chocolate shakes with you, and he didn’t like hiding things, even though he barely knew how to open up.

“How is she?” you asked, trying to get him to keep talking.

“Who?” he grunted.

“Max.”

“Why does everyone care so much?” he growled, shooting you a glare.

You glared back at him, ever stubborn. “It’s just a question, Billy.”

“You’ve never even actually met her.” he grumbled, returning to his shake as if it would save him.

“No, but I mean...I could,” you suggested.

His glare only hardened. “She’s an annoying little sister with a bad attitude who makes my life harder. That’s all there is to it. She’s got annoying friends and annoying hobbies and--”

“Billy.”

“What?”

“You know that I know what it’s like to have annoying siblings,” you laughed. “I mean, Curt tried to throw me down the stairs this morning.”

“So?”

“So I bet Max isn’t all that bad,” you shrugged. “And I bet she doesn’t hate you as much as you always say she does.”

“Then why’s she always being a little shit and getting me in trouble?” He snapped, folding his arms over his chest and leaning back against the back of the booth.

You frowned. “Because she’s a little sister, and she probably doesn’t realize what she’s doing. I’m sure she cares about you—“

Billy scoffed. “If she cared, then she’d stop finding new ways to get him pissed off at me.”

You closed your mouth and let his words simmer. You didn’t need to ask to know that he was talking about his dad, and you weren’t about to pretend that you were an expert on Billy’s family. In fact, he kept you as in the dark about it as possible, avoiding the subject whenever it came up, and you couldn’t really blame him. Nothing that you knew about Neil made him sound like a good guy, much less a good father…but Max was just a kid having a hard time, not totally unlike Billy.

You decided to change the subject. “Soooo…Valentine’s Day is coming up.”

“What about it?” Billy asked, even though he was very aware.

“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to do anything.”

“Isn’t the guy supposed to be asking the girl out?” He asked.

“Well the guy is taking too long,” you growled.

That managed to pull a chuckle out of him and he sat up again, elbows on the table as he leaned towards you. “Maybe the girl is just bein’ too impatient.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes, something that Billy Hargrove made you do a lot. “I don’t think I am. I’ve never really had a Valentine, though, so I guess I don’t—“

“You haven’t?” He asked, actually looking surprised. “Sweetheart, you should have guys linin’ up to ask you out.”

“Nope. Just you.” You sighed. “Not that that’s a bad thing, though, you’re more than enough—“

“Less competition.” He grinned, grabbing his straw in between his teeth and finishing his milkshake. “You wanna get outta here, baby?”

“…you didn’t answer me—“

“Don’t worry about it, Princess.” He started to stand, pulling some cash out of his pocket and tossing it onto the table.

“…whatever you say, Billy.” You grabbed the rest of your burger, holding it in one hand to finish as you walked out while Billy slung an arm around your shoulders.

You knew the two of you looked like troublemakers, maybe even more than usual as Billy lit a cigarette and an old lady practically jumped away as you passed her. You really didn’t care, though; in a town like Hawkins, where everybody knew everybody, you couldn’t avoid the stares and the rumors.

So you didn’t bother trying to. You just got in the car, talking about normal, benign things while Billy drove out to the lake, and then you both climbed into the backseat and he kissed you so gently that you could tell he was holding himself back.

“It’s okay,” you murmured, fingers clinging to his red shirt as he hovered over you. “You can do more.”

“Baby…” he groaned against your collarbone, “I don’t wanna fuck up with you…”

“You won’t,” you smiled, tilting your head back against the seat. “I promise.”

You could feel his grip on your waist tighten and then the windows were steaming up and your dress was bunched up around your hips while Billy showed you that his mouth was good for way more than just talking. Your face was flushed as he looked up at you, your fingers tangled in his curly hair, and he knew that he could stay there for hours if you let him. Because you were the best thing that had ever come stomping into his life, and he was determined to show you that.

———————

Try as Billy might to discourage you from meeting his sister, Hawkins was too small a place not to bump into her eventually. It was only a few days later, in fact, when you spotted a red headed girl standing near the Camaro impatiently, and with Billy preoccupied with basketball practice, you knew this was your chance.

“Hey!” You called, jogging towards her. “You’re Max, right?”

“…yeah,” she said, looking you over warily. “Who the hell are you?”

“Oh, I’m—“

“Forget it, I know who you are.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re always with Billy.”

“…yeah, I guess I am.” You leaned against your car as you looked at her. Maybe Billy was right about her attitude. “Are you waiting for him?”

She sighed and held up her skateboard. “Yeah. Can’t exactly get very far when the roads are all gross and slushy like this.”

You smirked. “Yeah, the Midwest isn’t exactly great in the winter. But, uh…I can give you a ride, if you don’t feel like waiting. It’s kind of shitty out.”

Max stared at you for a moment, as if she couldn’t bring herself to trust someone that hung around her brother so much. But the weather really was shitty, and it looked like it was going to start sleeting or something, and she really didn’t want to deal with Billy.

“…okay. Fine.” She decided, looking at your car. “You don’t drive like him, do you?”

“With you in the car? No way.” You snorted, walking around to the driver’s side door. “With him? Maybe.”

Max cracked a smile and climbed in, and soon, the two of you were actually chatting and laughing, and you were finding that Max Mayfield really wasn’t that bad. Maybe it was because Billy wasn’t around, or maybe it was just because you were a girl, but Max was actually almost friendly, and you were starting to feel a little bit hopeful that you could have a good relationship with her even if Billy couldn’t.

“Turn here.” she said as you approached a street sign that read Cherry Ln.

You did as she instructed and turned slowly, the Barracuda rumbling as you crept up the street. The houses on Cherry Lane were small, and to some Hawkins families, it wasn’t a great place. Some of the residences tended to look a little rundown, a little in need of love, and compared to places like the Harrington house...well, actually, they couldn’t compare at all. Cherry Lane just wasn’t a spectacular place, and that was that.

“It’s up here. 4819.” Max said. “You can let me out here. I’ll walk.”

You glanced at her. “Why? I can pull into the driveway--”

“Because if my mom or Neil are home, they’ll see that Billy didn’t give me a ride.” she said, looking down. “And he was supposed to.”

“...oh. Right.” you cleared your throat as you hit the brakes as gently as you could. “Well, this is your stop, then.”

“Thanks.” she mumbled as she grabbed her bag and skateboard.

“No problem,” you said, watching as she climbed out and started up the road. You couldn’t see any cars in the driveway at 4819, but you weren’t about to take the chance. It hadn’t even occurred to you that you could be getting Billy into more trouble, and you hated the idea that you had the potential to cause him more pain at the hands of his dad.

As you drove home, you hoped that Billy would make it home before his parents did...and as luck would have it, he did, and until Max mentioned exactly who had given her a ride, he was seriously pissed off at her. The universe was on his side, though, because there was no sign of Susan or Neil.

There was no sign of Susan or Neil because, as it turned out, Susan was still at work, and Neil was busy arguing with a mechanic.

A mechanic you happened to know very well.

When you pulled up to your house and hopped out of the car, you could see that there was a customer in the shop. That was pretty normal. Someone coming to pick up their car--even yelling about it--was something that came with the territory of working on cars. You had come home from school only to chat with the Wheelers or the Harringtons or Byers plenty of times. This time, though, as you walked up to the garage, you didn’t recognize the customer’s voice. That also wasn’t super strange; while Hawkins was small, there were tons of people you didn’t interact with, and you weren’t exactly a social butterfly.

“What the hell do you mean you don’t have the goddamn parts?” a man asked, his voice raised to a level just below yelling.

As you slipped into the shop, you saw a middle aged man standing near the desk, your father and Kenny just on the other side of it. When you glanced around, you spotted Danny and Curt working on cars…but when you looked closer, you realized that they were paying way more attention to this customer than their work, and that was…weird.

The customer was kind of a big guy. Not bigger than your brothers or your dad, though, but his shoulders were broad and he held himself with a very square posture in an effort to seem larger than he was. It would have made you laugh if you weren’t so put off by him.

“They’re on the way.” Your father said as politely as he possibly could, his voice somewhat strained. “Should be in by the end of the week. We’ll give you a call.”

“You know damn well that’s not good enough,” the man growled. “I bring my car to you, I expect service, not waiting an entire extra week for parts that you should have on hand.”

“Unless you wanna go all the way to the factory and walk ‘em back yourself, I suggest you sit tight, Mr. Hargrove.” Kenny growled back.

Your eyes widened.

“I wasn’t talking to you, boy.”

Your eyes widened even more.

You heard the clatter of metal on concrete and glanced over to see that Curt had dropped a wrench. He and Danny were both straightening up, glaring daggers at Billy’s father, and you finally understood why they had been so interested in what should have been a boring conversation.

“Neil, your car is fine to be driven. Your parts will be in in a few days, and we’ll take care of everything then.” You dad said.

“Did you not hear what I goddamn said?” Neil snapped. “That’s not good enough—“

Despite the fact that this was Neil Hargrove, despite the fact that this was the guy who abused your best-friend-maybe-boyfriend, despite the fact that he was bigger than you and louder than you and scarier than you…you cleared your throat.

Everyone turned to look at you. Your dad looked exasperated. Your brothers looked concerned. And Neil looked pissed off.

“Mr. Hargrove,” you piped up, gripping the strap of your backpack tightly, “there’s nothing else you can do about it right now. Yelling won’t get anyone anywhere.”

You could see his face growing red, but instead of scaring you, it just made you angrier.

“Don’t interrupt when the men are talking,” he snapped.

You felt like you had just been slapped in the face. Maybe you were being foolish, or maybe you were simply blinded by your anger, but you wanted to punch him in the nose more than anything. Before you could, though, Danny was dragging you back out the door, and you were resisting with all your might.

“Hey! What’s your problem?” You asked angrily, digging your heels into the gravel as he pulled you towards the house.

“Would you chill out for a second?” He asked.

“How can you ask me to chill out when that’s—“

“Billy’s dad.” Danny stopped and sighed. “I know.”

“So you see why I can’t just—“

“Hey.” He gave you a serious look. “Stay out of it. For real. He’s a dick, but he’s still a customer. Dad ‘n Kenny’ll take care of it.”

As much as you wanted to argue, you were really starting to run out of the footing for it. “…yeah. Fine.”

“I’ll come get you when he’s gone. Deal?”

“Deal.” You grumbled.

“Good.” Danny nodded.

You slunk into the house, saying hi to your mom before sinking down into a chair at the kitchen table. You had finally met Neil Hargrove, and he was just as bad as you had heard.

And that’s how he acted in public.

If you didn’t already have an idea of what he was like at home with Billy, you didn’t think you’d be able to imagine it. Neil was a raging douchebag, and in the five seconds he had paid attention to you, you had seen how little he thought of what he saw. Billy had told you snippets, mentioning how his dad thought that surfing and conditioner were for fags and things like cooking and cleaning were women’s work, but actually seeing and hearing the man in person was on an entirely new level.

Your mom tried to make small talk, but all you could think about was breaking Neil Hargrove’s nose. Was that illegal? You’d catch an assault charge if it meant he would fuck off and leave Billy alone. And it would be worth it to see the look on Neil’s face when a girl fought back like that. Wasn’t that the right thing to do? It’s how you always solved your other problems, so why not this one?

…because it might make things worse. You knew that. But at some point, didn’t somebody have to stand up to the bully? You knew Neil was bad. He was probably even worse than you’d heard, if Billy, who was so tough, was scared of him. But Billy was his kid, and you weren’t. You were stupid and angry and you rarely lost a fight, so a big part of you was confident that you could win against Neil.

You considered telling someone. Who could you go to, though? Your family already had some idea, just because of the way Billy always acted around them, but it’s not like they could do that much. Could they? …could anybody? It wasn’t uncommon for dads to be rough with their sons in a town like Hawkins. You figured even if you called the sheriff, there wouldn’t be that much to be done…and Billy would hate it if you did. He would probably hate hearing that you had a run in with his father, too..but that wasn’t your fault. Would it make things worse for Billy, though? …did Neil even know who you were? He didn’t, right?

As the table was set around you and your mom put out some leftovers for dinner, you didn’t budge. You were busy wishing that you had a way to fix things and get Billy away from his dad. Was it your business? Were you trying to intervene in something you shouldn’t? You sort of felt like the moment you helped Billy climb through your window it had become your business, and you weren’t about to back down now.

“God, that guy sucked,” Curt complained as he sat down across from you.

“Curtis, that’s rude,” you mother chastised, taking her own seat again.

“No, I mean it this time.” Curt said. He reached for a drumstick and tore into it, speaking with his mouth full of chicken. “He was all pissin’ and moanin’ because he can’t wait a week for parts we don’t have.”

“It was Billy’s dad.” You spoke up, leaning on your hand as you stared at your empty plate.

“…ah.” You couldn’t see the way that your mom’s usually pleasant expression turned hard.

“I feel bad for the guy,” Curt admitted. “I mean, i see why he’s so pissed off all the time. His dad’s a fuckin’ nightmare.”

“He wouldn’t want you talking about him like that,” you sighed.

“Doesn’t mean it’s not true.”

Yeah, you thought. It sure is true.

“I’m guessing that’s why a certain someone came storming in here.” Your mother said, looking towards you.

“She tried tellin’ him off,” Curt said.

“What was I supposed to do?” You asked, finally looking up. “He was being a dick and he wouldn’t shut up. I mean, it’s obvious he’s got control issues, and he totally hates women—“

“Yeah, that’s why Danny dragged you outta there,” Curt interrupted. “So things wouldn’t get worse.”

You sat back in your chair, grumbling. “I just think somebody should teach him a lesson.”

————————

The next morning, rather than his usual greeting, Billy gave you a harsh glare as he waited for you to get out of your car.

“Good morning to you too,” you said, shutting the door behind you.

“What’s your problem?” He snapped.

“Is this about Max?” You asked, rolling your eyes. “She needed a ride, Billy. I wasn’t about to leave her standing out here in the cold.” Then, you softened your tone. “You didn’t get in trouble, did you?”

His eyes softened slightly, too. “…no. Max didn’t say anything. Susan was still at work when I got home. But Neil…”

You cleared your throat and stood a little taller. “What about him?”

Billy looked down, reaching for your hand and taking it in his. “…practically ripped the front door off its hinges. Came home ranting and shouting about the shitty mechanic and his shitty kids. Especially the girl.”

You could feel anger bubbling up inside your chest. “Your father can kiss my ass.”

He looked back up at you. “I don’t want you talking to him. I don’t want him to even fucking look at you. You understand?”

“I understand that I hate his fucking guts,” you spat. “He can’t go around acting like he’s king of the fucking world. If he can’t even handle a girl telling him to shut up and calm down, then that’s not my problem.”

“Then he’ll make it your problem,” Billy said, voice raised. “Do you fucking get what I’m trying to tell you? Don’t talk to him. Don’t interact with him. I want you to stay as far away from him as possible. And don’t pull your tough guy act with me, Princess.”

“Why not?” You asked stubbornly.

“Because my dad’s not above hitting a woman.”

His words stung. They were as harsh as his glare, scathing, even. But as they sank in, you found yourself uncovering another piece of the Billy Hargrove puzzle, because judging by the look in his eyes, he’d seen Neil hit women before.

And you could guess at least one of them was Billy’s mom.

“…right. I’m sorry.” You tugged on his hand gently, pulling him towards you. “But…do you think we could talk about this? For real?”

Billy wrapped his arms around you, pulling you up against his chest as he mulled it over. He wanted to talk. More than anything. He wanted to tell you about every detail of his life, from his childhood back on the beach to how his morning drive was. But…could he manage that? He knew that you deserved to know everything, and he knew that he trusted you. Because he did. He actually did trust you. But he had never said so many of the words he wanted to, never in his entire life, and he was afraid of saying them out loud.

“…we can try.” He decided.

And that was good enough for you.

“He was a total asshole.” You said as Billy took your bag and slung it over his shoulder. “I mean, he was practically throwing a tantrum over parts he could have ordered himself if he knew what he was doing.”

“…sounds right,” Billy muttered under his breath.

“And he wouldn’t even let Kenny talk. God, he’s such a dick…he called me girl. He’s such a misogynist. I don’t understand how he hasn’t been laid out on the concrete by now.”

“As much as I love the thought, I wanna hear you talk about somethin’ nicer, sweetheart.” Billy said.

It was just about the closest he had ever come to admitting that the topic made him uncomfortable, especially in a public setting, and the sincerity of it had you keeping your mouth shut for a few seconds while you tried to change the subject.

“…I’m failing math.”

“That’s more like it.”

———————————

It went without saying that Billy spent more time at your house than you did at his. In fact, apart from knowing the address, you knew absolutely nothing about the Hargrove residence…and Billy wanted to keep it that way. He always picked you up for dates, he always snuck in through your window, and he always grabbed breakfast with your family when it was an option. Never the other way around.

You knew that he had good reason for it. After seeing Neil Hargrove in the flesh, you didn’t really want to inhabit the same room as him for very long…unless it was because you were beating the shit out of him. Giving him a taste of his own medicine seemed fair, you reasoned, and while Billy changed the subject whenever his father came up in conversation, you were pretty confident that he wouldn’t mind you breaking Neil’s nose. Or…maybe he would. The guy was still his dad, after all. It was easy for you to tell him that he should just move into your house and leave his family behind, but for Billy, who always avoided talking about it, you suspected it was a bit more complicated.

“I hate him.” He mumbled into your chest one night, a week before Valentine’s Day. “So fucking much.”

“I know, baby.” You murmured, hand rubbing circles against his back as he laid on you.

His head was resting on your boobs, one arm wrapped around your waist while the rest of his body laid on your bed. It was midnight, and Billy had woken you up right after you’d managed to fall asleep. When you turned your lamp on, insisting on doing so even though Billy tried to stop you, you didn’t see any black eyes or split lips like part of you was expecting; instead, you saw only his tired, teary eyes, and you were once again struck by how small and vulnerable he looked. During the day, he was fire and rage, like a caged lion. At night, in your arms, he was broken, and you just hoped you could give him a safe enough place to glue the pieces of himself together again.

“Wanna talk about it?” You asked.

Billy was quiet, hesitating for a moment as he thought. “…alright.”

Well, he wasn’t giving you much, but it was the closest he’d gotten so far. “What happened?”

“…Max ran off again.” He heaved a sigh that you could feel throughout your whole body.

“She does that a lot, I’ve noticed.”

“Yeah. Back in California, before we moved, she actually got pretty far once. Cops grabbed her just before she hopped on a bus.” He shifted, resting his cheek on your chest instead of burying his entire face in it. “They blamed me for it.”

“Why?” You scoffed. “It’s not like it’s your fault.”

“Respect and responsibility,” he spat. “I’m older. I’m supposed to keep her safe. I can’t fucking do that when she’s runnin’ around the entire fucking town with Harrington and those other little shits.”

“Why are you two at such odds with each other?” You asked. “I know neither of you asked for this whole family thing, but…I dunno. Feels like it would be easier if you could work together.”

“…we didn’t ask to be stuck with each other and I didn’t ask for a new fucking mother.” Billy growled.

And then it dawned on you.

He never spoke about his mom.

You sat up a little straighter, trying to pull him with you. “Can I, uh…” you cleared your throat. “Can I ask what happened?”

Billy was quiet again. He was staring up at you, brilliant blue eyes alight with cold flames. You wished you knew what was going through his head.

“She left me.” He admitted, looking away.

“What?” You asked. “She just…abandoned you?”

He winced and closed his eyes, and you felt your heart break.

“They weren’t happy. He got worse. So she just…up and left.” He turned his head again and his voice became muffled by your shirt. “I miss her so fucking much.”

Your fingers found his hair and you ran them through it. “How old were you?”

“Not that old.” He mumbled. Then, he managed to move again, resting his cheek against your collarbone as he stared at the wall. “We used to go to the beach together. She’d wear these dresses she always loved and she’d teach me to surf. I’d stay out there all day while she picked out shells or just watched…she fucking loved the ocean.”

“She sounds nice.”

“Yeah.” He let out another massive sigh, practically deflating on top of you. “We would go to this real quiet beach. It was like our special place. But my dad didn’t like me surfing. Said it’s for pussies. The older I got, the more he’d say shit like that.”

“That’s fucking stupid.” You said.

“I don’t even like basketball.” He admitted. “I just like winning.”

“Is that why you’re so good at it?” You grinned, trying to lighten the atmosphere a little. “I mean, you totally humiliate Steve Harrington whenever you play. You’re like, the best on the team.”

He snorted a laugh. “Guess i practice hard because I hope it’ll make me like it. Hasn’t really worked yet.”

“…oh.” You frowned. “…there’s not much in the way of beaches around here…I guess you can kinda surf on Lake Michigan sometimes, but it wouldn’t be the same…”

“I gotta get back to California.” He said.

“Is that your plan?” You asked. “After graduation?”

“Yeah. I mean…it was.” He glanced up at you. “You could come.”

Your heart leapt. “I’ve never been to the west coast at all.”

“I’ll take you. I’ll work. Get some money. Then we can go.”

He sounded so desperate, so sincere, that you knew he believed it could happen. “…maybe. We’ll see.”

“You’d love California, Princess.” He said.

“I’d only go if you promised to teach me to surf.”

He looked at you. “…deal.”

You smiled and grabbed his arm, tugging on him. He got the hint and pushed himself up, crawling over you until he could lean his forehead against yours. His arms were caging you in, his body hovering over yours in a suggestive way that was anything but. This was more like the Billy you saw during the day—protective, big, strong. He was still so soft, though, far from the prickly and easily angered guy he was in front of Tommy and Carol.

This was your Billy.

Your hands slipped around the back of his neck to tangle in his hair. He smelled so good, like him, and he was so warm you wanted to curl up and sleep. He was so still. So calm. So quiet. The rage was gone for the night, leaving in its wake a tired, emotionally exhausted boy who didn’t know what to do with himself.

“You spending the night?” You asked.

“…yeah.” He rolled to the side, the bed bouncing gently under his weight. “If that’s cool.”

“Of course,” you said as you reached to turn the lamp off. “I like sleeping with you.”

“You haven’t even tried that yet,” he grinned, grabbing your hip and pulling you back against him.

“…i like sleeping next to you.”

“I think you’d like the other version more…”

You wiggled back into him, smiling to yourself as you felt his chest on your back. His hand was soft, holding you gently as he pressed a kiss against your neck. He was eager, and you knew that his flirting was more than just pretty words. But at the same time, you got the feeling that he wasn’t hoping for anything more than a night of cuddling. Because even though he refused to admit it, Billy Hargrove was a sucker for a warm embrace and a quiet, cozy bed.

“I wanna stay like this forever.” You sighed.

“Yeah.” Billy said, laying his head down on your pillow and burying his face in the back of your neck. “Me too.”

You couldn’t stay like that forever, but you could at least stay there until morning. Billy was back out the window before dawn, giving you a long kiss before setting off. Sometimes he drove to see you, but more often than not, he walked across Hawkins, using it as a chance to think.

You always watched him go, leaning in your open window and wishing he could stay. Sometimes, he left things for you—a shirt, an earring—but this morning, you were left with nothing but his fading scent as you climbed back into bed. It wasn’t enough, but it was all you had, so you buried your face in your pillow and pulled the sheets as tightly around yourself as you could before drifting off.

When you woke again, your hand brushed something cold. There, between the sheets, was the gold chain he always wore around his neck, and you knew he hadn’t left it on purpose. He always wore it, almost never taking it off, and upon closer inspection, you saw that the clasp had simply come undone. Nothing was broken, at least…but you needed to get it back to him before he realized and got pissed off, which, knowing Billy, would probably happen before noon.

Unfortunately, it was Saturday, which meant you wouldn’t be able to just meet him at Hawkins High and give it to him then. Unless he randomly appeared at your place over the weekend, he’d be waiting until Monday…and he wasn’t exactly known for his patience. You could imagine him irritated and stressed about it, and it would just be one more layer added to his problems. Of course, you could alleviate that by simply going to his place to drop it off…

…but it was Saturday morning. Which meant that there was a good chance his parents were home.

You sat up, holding the chain in your hand as you mulled it over. This was perfectly innocent. All you wanted to do was bring his jewelry back to him. It was a nice chain, too nice for you to be holding on to for very long. You didn’t trust yourself—or your brothers—not to break it somehow on accident. And besides, were you really afraid of Neil Hargrove?

No.

You weren’t.

Maybe you should have been, but you weren’t. As you got out of bed and changed out of your pajamas, you felt like you were on a mission, and after a quick breakfast, you were running to the car with Billy’s chain safely tucked away in your pocket.

“Excuse me, missy.” Something suddenly caught you by the hood of your jacket, yanking you back violently. “Where’re you going so early on a Saturday?”

You twisted to see your brother. “Fuck off, Curt.”

“Not til you tell me.”

You squirmed, struggling helplessly in his grip. “…fine. Billy left something here and I’m going to return it. Happy?”

“…you’re going to his place?” Curt asked.

“Is that not what I just—“

“I call shotgun.”

He let you go with a shove, stepping around you as he walked off towards the Barracuda. You were left staring after him in shock for a few seconds before you sprinted to catch up, just barely beating him to the car and hopping in before he could.

“Get out.” You said as you slammed your door.

He was making himself comfortable in the passenger seat, already grabbing for his seatbelt. “No way, shrimp. You’re not going there without backup.”

“Who said anything about needing backup?”

He gave you a skeptical look. “I’ve known you almost two decades now. You think I can’t tell when my baby sister is planning something stupid?”

“I don’t need your help, Curt.” You growled, starting the car.

“Would you just shut up and drive?” He snapped. “Look, I know you’re about to go knock on that front door and try to fist fight Neil Hargrove. Hell, I’d like to see you land a hit or two on that asshole, especially since we finally got his car taken care of and he’s out of the shop. But I’m not about to let you go there all alone, dipshit.”

“I won’t be alone,” you argued as you pulled out onto the street. “Billy will be there.”

“Billy is scared shitless of that man,” Curt said. “You think I can’t see that? I can’t even blame him. If Dad acted like that, we’d all be way more fucked up, too. There was this guy I graduated with, name was Frank, ‘n his old man was a hard ass too—“

Your brother continued but you were zoning out as you drove. It was nice to have him along for the ride, even if he was your most annoying sibling, and as you drew closer and closer to Cherry Lane, you were growing more and more glad that he had decided to come along.

This time, you pulled right up to the house. If anybody inside was near a window, you were sure they’d be able to hear the rumble of the engine. For a moment, you considered running—Billy could wait a couple days, couldn’t he?—but then you thought about how badly you wanted to give Neil Hargrove a piece of your mind, and you steeled yourself.

“Don’t start anything,” Curt warned as you opened your door.

“I won’t.” You said. “Promise.”

He stayed in the car, keeping an eye on you as you marched up to the house. It was almost hard to believe that Billy lived in something so normal, though you figured he probably wasn’t very fond of it. As you reached out to knock on the door, you hoped that he was awake, because seeing his face would make this a lot better than not.

Billy was awake, just barely. He had made it back through his bedroom window before anyone could notice his absence and had managed to doze off, but at the sound of someone banging on the front door, he was groggily sitting up.

At the sound of Neil saying “Who the hell—you.”, Billy was on high alert.

And at the muffled sound of a feminine voice that he recognized instantly, he was up on his feet, grabbing a pair of sweats and a tank, and exiting his bedroom as quickly and as quietly as he could.

“—I just wanted to swing by and give Billy something he dropped at school yesterday,” you half-lied, hands held behind your back as you tried to look as innocent as possible.

Neil wasn’t buying it.

“How the hell do you know where he lives?” Neil growled. “Been here before?”

Your eye twitched and your hands tightened into fists behind your back, but you reminded yourself that you had literally just promised not to start a fight, and did what you could to swallow your anger.

“It’s a small town.” you shrugged. “Everybody knows where everybody lives.”

Neil leaned forward slightly, trying to make himself seem larger. He was a big guy, he really was--he took up the entire doorway, and you could see that Billy got his broad shoulders from his father--but you were determined not to show fear. If you did, then he’d think he could push you around. And he absolutely could not.

“What exactly did my boy drop that was so important you needed to hand deliver it?” he asked, hand still on the door as if he was prepared to slam it shut at any moment.

“…is he home?” You asked. “I would rather just give it to him directly if that’s cool.”

“You can give it to me.”

You did your best not to make a face. “Mr. Hargrove, I would really rather—“

“Give it to me.” He interrupted, holding his hand out. “Now.”

Your already short fuse had just about burnt out. As your eyes flicked down to his expectant palm, you felt more annoyed than you had in a long, long time, and when you met his gaze once more, your peaceful and reasonable facade had already dropped.

“Mr. Hargrove,” you growled, “I’m gonna ask again. Is Billy home?”

The tone in your voice shocked both Billy and his father. For Neil, it was rage inducing, but for Billy, it was awe inspiring…and worrying. He felt frozen in place, unable to take even a single step towards the door. He could feel himself shutting down as his father’s demeanor grew more tense, but at the same time, Billy was desperate to get to you, because he knew what Neil was capable of and you didn’t.

Somehow, he willed his legs to move, and you suddenly saw him appear just behind his father. Your gaze softened at the sight of him, and you half smiled.

“Hey.” You said, looking past Neil as you finally pulled out the necklace that has started all this. “You left this.”

Those three simple, innocent words made Neil Hargrove snap.

He looked back to see Billy standing there, looking like a deer in the headlights with those big, wide eyes that Neil hated but you loved. Then, Neil looked back towards you, and he was even angrier than he had been when his car was in the shop.

“You’re one of his fucking whores, aren’t you?” He sneered. “I shoulda known. He always did know how to pick ‘em. Get the fuck off my property.”

“But I didn’t—“

“You think I fucking care if he gets that stupid chain back?” Neil scoffed. “You ask me, he’s better off without that faggot shit.”

Billy winced, a movement that did not go unnoticed by you.

“Before I go, can I ask you something, Mr. Hargrove?” You said, eyes still on Billy as you put the necklace back in your pocket.

You were vaguely aware of Neil grunting in response. Your focus shifted back to him.

“…why the hell are you such a bully?”

Billy’s eyes widened in alarm at the same time as Neil’s narrowed in anger.

“Excuse me?” The latter snarled.

“You heard me.” You said, voice raised, mustering as much of that brazen, stupid courage as you could. “You’re a big fucking bully and you always have been and you always will be.”

“You’ve got a lotta nerve—“

“I do!” You snapped, glaring up at him so harshly that he should have crumbled into dust. “I do have a lotta nerve because I’m sick and tired of the way that you beat the shit out of the only son you have!”

Neil’s expression was darkening like storm clouds. “He went crying to you?”

“He didn’t have to.” You sneered.

Billy could see the way his father’s arms were flexing and it threw him into a panic. He recognized the movement. He could see the signs. Neil was deciding whether or not he should beat the tar out of you, whether or not it was worth being known as the guy who beat the mechanic’s daughter.

You could see it, too, only you didn’t panic.

“You put one fucking hand on me and I’ll knock every last tooth out of your ugly skull.” You spat.

Billy couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but he didn’t have time to worry about that, because Neil was starting to move and Billy had to do something.

“Hey!” He finally barked, seizing a fistful of his father’s shirt and yanking him back.

It was the last thing Neil expected, and he lost his grip on the door as he stumbled backwards. Billy took the opportunity to slip past him, standing with his back to you as if it was his job to act as a shield, and by the time Neil collected himself enough to circle back, you were already trying to wiggle around Billy to get at least one good shot in.

Neil ignored you, though. That might have been the worst part, that he actually ignored you and went for Billy instead, grabbing a handful of his shirt and pulling him forward. With Billy, he didn’t have to consider whether or not hitting him was a good idea. With Billy, everything was on the table.

And Billy was bracing himself, because he was prepared to take whatever his father threw at him.

“This is the kinda shit you’ve been hanging around with?” Neil hissed in his son’s face. “What happened to that respect and responsibility we talked about, son?”

“Leave her alone.” Billy managed to say, jaw clenched.

“Yeah? Or what?”

“Or you’re gonna have a lot more to deal with than just her.” A new voice growled from behind you.

You already knew it was Curt intervening before things could get worse, but Billy had to twist his head to look back. When he saw who was standing there, he was surprised, because Curtis was the last person he ever expected to come to his rescue.

Something in your brother’s expression must have been enough to seriously worry Neil, because his grip on Billy loosened and he let him go with a rough shove.

“Get out of my fucking sight.”

“With pleasure.” Billy sneered, staring him down.

“Come on.” You mumbled, grabbing his wrist and tugging him off the porch.

As you led him to the car, Billy felt himself starting to lose it.

When the doors had shut and the three of you were driving away, he lost it.

“What the hell is wrong with you two?” He shouted, tears blurring the edges of his eyes.

“Don’t look at me,” Curt growled as he drove.

“Neil started it.” You grumbled, folding your arms over your chest and slumping down. “He’s such a dick, I can’t believe—“

“How the hell do you expect me to go back there now? Huh?” Billy yelled, voice cracking and shaking in a way you had never heard before. “Did you even fucking think about that? That I fucking live there? You know what you just did? You just made that house a living hell for me!”

You suddenly felt a pit forming in your stomach. “…oh…”

“See? You didn’t think. You didn’t listen to me. I told you to stay away from him and instead you do—do—whatever the hell that was!”

“Hey!” Curt snapped. “Would you can it for a second?”

“And why the hell are you here?” Billy asked. “You don’t even fucking like me—“

“Don’t put words in my mouth!” Your brother suddenly slammed the brakes, then turned to glare at Billy. “Look. You’re not goin’ back there. Not without one of us around. Got it?”

Billy’s lip curled up in a sneer. “Stay out of my business—“

“I’m not finished.” He growled. “You’re stayin’ away for a couple days. Minimum. And don’t say that I don’t fucking like you when I just tagged along on this stupid ride to make sure you both came out of it in one piece.”

Billy wasn’t sure what to say. That was probably the nicest think Curt, your grumpiest brother, had ever said to him, and as he continued mumbling and swearing to himself, he seemed genuine.

You, however, seemed guilty.

“Billy…”

“No.” He sighed, leaning his head back, “no. Thanks.”

“…for what?”

He ran a hand through his hair and let out a laugh, releasing some of his nervousness now that he could maybe begin calming down. “I’ve never seen anybody talk to him like that.”

“She’s tough as nails,” Curt piped up as he drove off again.

“I know.” Billy sighed. “I definitely know.”

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“Hey, handsome. You ready?”

Billy grinned at you. “Shouldn’t i be asking you that, Princess?”

You smiled up at him. He was wearing his favorite red dress shirt and a nice pair of jeans, an earring dangling from his ear lobe and his gold chain visible around his neck. It was finally Valentines Day, and it was time for Billy to show you what he’d been planning.

“I guess so,” you smiled as he took your hand and led you toward the door. “But I am.”

“Then let’s fuckin’ go already.”

His Camaro was waiting outside, just as it had been almost every day since the Neil incident. Just like Curt had ordered, Billy had been staying on your couch—and in your bed, once everyone else was asleep—and far away from his house for the last several days, only stopping there to get things that he needed and check up on Max. So far, Neil wasn’t aiming his anger towards her, but neither you nor Billy were convinced that it would stay that way forever.

Billy was happy living on your couch, though. Sure, there were a lot of awkward things about it—like knowing your brothers were constantly around and having to cover for them whenever they snuck girls home—but compared to living with his dad, it was heaven.

A heaven that paid, even.

Your dad had Billy helping out in the garage after school, and he was a fast learner. He gave him a little cash under the table, too, and tonight, as Billy pulled into one of Hawkins’ nicest restaurants, you finally saw what he was planning on spending it all on.

“Oh, Billy,” you said as he took your hand and led you inside, “this is too nice. No way.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Billy said in that taunting way that you knew was loving, “my girl deserves the best. ‘N pretty soon, you’ll be eating like this every night. Watch.”

“You know, I’m perfectly fine with burgers and shakes, too,” you laughed.

He stopped just outside the door, smiling down at you. “I know, doll. But lemme spoil you, just for tonight. Yeah?”

You bit your lip, grinning up at him. “…yeah.”

And he took your face in his hands and leaned down to kiss you, and you twisted your fingers into his curls, and you admitted to yourself that you loved, you fucking loved, the glorious mess that was Billy Hargrove.

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