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tfyoulookingatgiuxs · 7 months

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Hello! I’ve read a bit of your stuff and really like it. Could you do a cute secret relationship story with Billy Hargrove x fem reader pls.

Thank you!

• Hmm...why not? It would be interesting. Worth a try! (I'm not a big fan of Billy but I'm happy to be able to satisfy your requests).

Together Forever

Billy Hargrove x Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You and Billy have been engaged for more than two years in secret, without the knowledge of the citizens of Hawkins but also without the knowledge of the boy's father. You both want only one thing, to live together. And staying in Hawkins is not part of your plans.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Fluff, fem!reader, bad language, use of Y/N, you're surname is Williams, daddy issues, abuse, sigarettes, secret relationship.

𝐀/𝐍: Here it is! This is the first request, I really hope I exceeded @unamused-boss expectations Sorry for my English, this is not my native language. Please support new writers and reblog. Hope you enjoy! (DIVIDER NOT MINE)

In Hawkins the air was cold and this week the forecast said it would bring down the flood. You savored the air which made you smile. You never hated rain or gloomy weather, in fact you found them relaxing and perfect for drinking a nice cup of milk or hot chocolate, as if you were back in winter close to the Christmas period.

You moved some leaves as you crept further towards the house, a classic house and welcoming and tidy on the outside. You were in the garden, but hey, let's calm down, you're not going to rob! But you are looking for the window to the room of Billy Hargrove, your boyfriend. Yes exactly. You Y/N Williams, an ordinary student at Hawkins High, engaged to the big and strong Billy Hargrove! You didn't believe it either, to tell the truth. You were not popular, much less well-regarded by most of your classmates, you were silent and perhaps even mysterious, you were good at school, sure, but you had a temper that perhaps half the students at school envied, and that is precisely what triggered a connection in you and Billy the day you met.

In his eyes you were normal, nothing that Billy cared about, you were just like all the other girls, but he changed his mind as soon as you won a verbal battle with him, leaving him breathless. No one dared to challenge him and especially with such confidence, but you, you were the first girl to do so, and it left the students shocked for at least two weeks. You seemed like sworn enemies, after that spat neither of you tried to annoy the other so as not to start a war, but in reality you realized that in the end you weren't that far apart, in fact you could even say they were quite similar.

You remembered when you and Billy attended Mrs. Davis's classes, which were really boring. The boy wouldn't stop giving you glances and giggling every now and then, only to both get scolded and sent to the principal. The students were tired of this, you were seriously cat and dog! Unbearable! But what people didn't know was that both of you weren't teasing each other to cause anger or annoyance to the other, but it was totally the opposite, they were pure and true digs. At first you didn't notice, you thought it was normal, something for friends. But apparently this was not the case. From secret friends you have become secret lovers.

Wow...

You seriously didn't expect this...you had to be honest about this. After you both got together you saw a side of Billy you never thought you'd seen. From the obnoxious, arrogant, vulgar and popular boy he was, he had finally revealed himself: kind, loving, difficult and sweet.

In short, never judge a book by its cover, right? The same thing apparently goes for people.

But now you're wondering... why in secret? Why were you two secret friends and now secretly engaged?

This was because Billy had a great reputation at school and was afraid of being criticized by others. You felt very sorry for him and you understood it. In Hawkins High, gossip is the fruit of its existence and if there wasn't anyone to criticize or make fun of, what would the students of this fucking school do? Exact. Just nothing. This is why you understood that your school was perhaps the shittiest of all. They would torment not only Billy but you too. You showed such confidence and superiority towards Billy that day and now you are friends? In short, something that cannot be heard!

You have therefore decided to keep the matter in secret so as to be left alone.

As for the relationship, well, both of you were actually ready to no longer hide and face those dick faces, but you immediately backed out when you found out that Billy's father strictly forbade going out with you and doing anything. something more productive in his life. The boy had never told you about his family until that point and when he told you about his father you were horrified by it. His father was a violent and aggressive man, he hurt him while demanding respect from his son who he threatened or even beat if he disobeyed, a father that no one would like to have...

The night you and Billy got ready to go out on a date, he called you and canceled without telling you why. Then when you met and talked about it you became calm again and consoled him. Billy vented and it hurt, you couldn't know what it meant to live in that hell. For your boyfriend, however, it was fine, especially when he met you, for him you were an angel, one of the most beautiful and sweetest girls he had ever seen, for him, you were a divine salvation from his torment, and if he had to suffer all this to stay with you then he would have tolerated it.

Seriously, this guy turned out to be more amazing than you thought.

For his father you were just an adventure, a simple whore with whom Billy would be satisfied and therefore he ordered him to leave you alone and look for something to earn, since Billy recently left school.

In short...a beautiful but complicated relationship.

You arrived in front of his closed window and as soon as you saw his figure from behind while he was lifting some weights through the glass, you knocked and he turned around. He smiled at you showing his docile face and opened the door for you. Most of the time it was you who barged into his room to visit him, unlike him, other than part-time work, you had nothing to do.

“My bad girl barges into my room again, I should start worrying” He said teasingly as he helped you up. You smiled "Nah, you don't need it, I'm used to it by now" you both gave each other a kiss on the lips as a greeting. That afternoon, all members of Billy's family were out: Max was with his friends, Susan was shopping and his father was at work.

"How are you?" You asked as you eyed his weights. It was now a legitimate question to ask every time you saw him training. An outside observer might think he did it to maintain his beautiful physique, true. But he also does it to let off steam...Billy does nothing but lift weights to vent an enormous anger that he is holding back. He smiled sweetly at you "Good darling, don't worry. Training doesn't hurt me" with this the boy winked at you and moved a lock of hair from his face and then placed his palm on your cheek "And what about you? How is my girl?" He smiled one of his own and you couldn't help but giggle, he loved teasing you with these silly nicknames and you couldn't help but blush and flatter yourself.

"Very good, today I received my pay at work and I got an excellent grade in biology!" You said as you ran a hand down his chest. "But didn't you hate biology?" He said as he invited you to sit on his bed. His room was tidier than you remembered it from two years ago. Billy was messy, and let's say he put his things in plain sight, thank goodness that since he got engaged to you he started hiding inappropriate things to make you feel at ease.

You sat on his bed with your back against the beige wall of his room, he stood next to you.

"Yes, it's true, but I wanted to improve myself, I have to be good in all subjects to improve my future" You said taking his hand "Aren't you tired of all that studying?" Billy said taking a cigarette and placing it between his thin lips "To be honest yes, I really fucking can't stand the thought of opening another literature book or something" You laughed at the idea. Despite being a studious girl, you have never loved studying. So many things, so many poems, so many equations and bullshit like that, in short, enough! Too much! "But, you know, I'm doing it to do better in the future, so I'll have more job opportunities" Billy let out smoke from his mouth and you smelled the smell of tobacco in your nostrils "What would you like to do in the future? In short, it seems that you already know what you want to do with your life, sweet girl" he said looking at a fixed point "Actually, no, I don't know, there are many things and I couldn't decide" He seemed surprised by your answer but then it took him a while to answer you.

"Well there aren't many things you can find here in this shitty town, God, I wish I could get out of here" He finally said almost whispering as more smoke spread into the room. This statement of his made you think...

You never really thought about staying in Hawkins, the city, as welcoming as it was, was also a bad place that you really wanted to escape from, you don't like the people, much less the mayor who runs it. Thinking of wanting to move to have other opportunities and change your life seemed like an impossible dream. You looked at Billy and you looked at him "I share your thoughts, if it were up to me I would leave here too, maybe to New York, or I don't know, to Boston, there are many places outside of here where I would like to spend my life. Instead you Billy, where would you go?" He looked back at his fixed point in front of him. He remained silent for a while and then answered you with a smile "California...I would like to go back there" he said it with a note of sadness and your heart melted. You knew how much he wanted to return to California, after all it was one of the most beautiful places for him, because of his precious memories with his mother.

“Maybe then we would go together…” You said resting your head on his shoulder feeling his sweaty skin “Together?” He seemed paralyzed by your proposal and you nodded “That's impossible darling…” he gave a light chuckle but his tone didn't seem joking, it was as if he wished that proposal had come true. "Why do you think it's impossible?" He shook your hand as he placed his cigarette in the nearby ashtray "Because that's how it is. Look at us, I work as a lifeguard and earn little anyway, you on the other hand are still studying, moreover my father wouldn't allow me to go back to California, he says that he hates it and that neither Max nor I should go back, and also because he wouldn't approve of me going with you" True. He wasn't wrong and this made you stay silent for several minutes thinking about how to find a solution.

You knew it was absurd, in short, Billy was now an adult, if he wanted to leave and move somewhere else it wasn't his father's business, but by now the man seemed to have taken control of his life too and this had taken you by surprise. . The father wanted Billy, like Max, to stay close to them so as not to worry Susan, who unlike the man was worried about the two and certainly knowing that one of the two was too far away worried her, so much so that she asked her husband to order both him and Max to stay in Hawkins in the future. But that didn't mean you would have given up.

"You know, in California there are many chances of finding a job and someone like yours earns well there. Then if I managed to graduate here I could very well walk away with the money I earn from part-time work" He smiled "You planned the your life plan?" You looked at him with a grin "our life plan, you are part of my life, Billy" she immediately smiled so much that he blushed but shook his head "No. With me your future will only be turbulent and then as I said before, it's impossible"

"Nothing is impossible Billy. Together if we want we can do it, obviously if you want to do it" you raised your head and he took a deep breath and kissed you. You laughed in the sweet kiss "Of course I want" You smiled again "Only, my father worries me"

“Don't worry about him, I actually already have an idea for this” you smirked evilly as you stroked his golden locks. Billy looked at you for a while to then understand what was going on in your little head "My smart girl" He said as he approached hungry for another kiss, you laughed "Have I always been or am I wrong?" You both gave each other more kisses.

Exactly two more years passed. It was a rainy night. Midnight. The streets of Hawkins were deserted as the rain got heavier and heavier. A wonderful night, especially for the two of you. You had recently graduated and had saved money, and Billy had done the same thing with the little he earned.

You headed towards the boy's window only to see him land on the ground and take out his bags trying to make as little noise as possible. You on the other hand, had brought yours too and helped Billy by trying not to get him and his bags wet thanks to your umbrella. You gave each other a kiss while the adrenaline was rising. It was the big day and you were as anxious as you were excited. You both headed to the boy's car putting down your bags and stuff and got into the car.

“Are you sure Y/N?” He said holding the steering wheel tightly, you nodded "Yes, remember that together we can do it" you reassured him and he nodded happily. He seemed reborn, new and fresh, a different person. He was about to leave that old life full of suffering to start a new one with the love of his life, you and for you he would also trigger his father's wrath. In the meantime you took a cigarette and started lighting it with the lighter "Ok, together forever, darling" he told you and then put on his sunglasses, you laughed since the sun wasn't out, but he was ready to leave and to adjust to the place “California, we are coming” You said in a confident tone as smoke spread through the car.

#billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove #stranger things billy #stranger things #fluff #secret relationship #stranger things max #billy hargrove fluff #request

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empty-pizza · 10 months

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thoughts on harrow the ninth chapter fourteen and fifteen

God, in this story, gets at a lot of things I find really interesting about immortal characters. Or at least, immortal characters as I want them to be portrayed — people who are just immortal. Not booming voices from the heavens. What happens when you live forever, but still talk and think like a normal person? If your indefinitely extended duration leads not to becoming a slow-talking sage, but just, being a normal person who's lived that long.

I have to wonder how much it's performative and how much it's natural. Does he cling to normal conversation, silly little jokes, or is it what he defaults to? Does he enjoy the effect that has, that their god speaks like a regular man, or does he do it because he wants no effect?

He's going to die. Will we mourn, or cheer? There's different ways to play this. He could be a decent man all along. He could be the worst one of them all. It makes me very curious.

The fact that the book keeps giving me things like that to think about is why I'm still enjoying it, because man, I'm 30% in and it feels like I'm at where the book should have started. All the setup before this is very justified and I can see it leading to great things, but Harrow finally feels like Harrow again and is interacting with what's around her in the way that works for a story.

I think this is the first confirmation I'm actually getting about there just, being other populated planets around. I like that; start as fantasy, pull back and show yeah there's people all over. God's kinda being a dick by saying BOE is an acronym and not saying what it stands for, though. There's a lot of implied history going on, if the cult was seeking out God's gang before God even knew about them. I enjoy when big information is dropped very casually. When it's not something God treats as a big secret (at least, not to his lyctors) but still naturally something Harrow wouldn't have known before.

lol big g knows her parents are dead. cat's out of the bag and schrodinger killed it. but he still didn't know the details of harrow's birth. i love secrets being revealed.

these are good conversations and all. i just want to see more movement, still. i want to see harrow push toward a goal.

i do not think harrow should tell him about going in the tomb though. i think he'd probably kill her. also, hmm, blood of eden. sure sounds mysterious.

oh, fifteen's short. let's read that too.

you know, i should have thought of this earlier, but i'm PRETTY sure harrow seeing the body is a new thing, not something that was true in the gideon timeline/memoryzone. maybe. hard to say. harrow never gave gideon the speech about how she's insane. but maybe she wouldn't have considering she hated gideon at the time.

who knows. maybe the body was the one who gave harrow the instructions to do a bunch of fucky shit and write the letters. i wonder if the body's presence was implied in the parts from harrow's perspective at the end of gideon.

this conversation does imply that it is the girl from the tomb, not gideon. i mean, it already basically said that ages ago, i'm just trying to keep an open mind (or coping, if you want to look at it that way). unless harrow's perceptions are really fucked up. the "she asked me not to tell you" definitely has some implications.

#pizza reads locked tomb #the locked tomb #tlt #harrow the ninth

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ducknotinarow · 2 years

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[BailsRichy] i’m not letting you leave without a hug first. [Childhood AU]

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Richard tilted his head to the side and lifted a brow fixing the thick plastic frames over his face as he aimed at his playmate with a confused expression. “Bails, we can't play house though it wouldn't make any sense?” Was his response when Bailey suggested they play house together, holding up their purple plush cat named Jelly, who would be their child in this whole play act Bailey was presenting. Despite the fact they had played this game before however, Richard was a few years older and far wiser so he knew a thing or two compared to when they would bicker over toys as children do. Bailey seemed to deflate at the response “You have to be married to have a kid,” was how Richard ended his statement seeming to bring back the chick's spirits over the suggested game. Richard shut his book and looked around a moment Zane was meant to be watching them after all, eyeing his brother in the tree house he stood up from the grass and took hold of Bailey’s hand “come on Zane can help us.”

Richard stated in all his clear wisdom, as much wisdom as an eight-year-old could have of course. But the law of children dictated age importance meaning if they were going to play their game properly they had to be married that was just how it worked. Their own families were clearly all the proof needed to justify that, in Richard's mind. Taking hold of Bailey’s hand he couldn’t help the smile that came over him. A slight tug to get them to follow his lead as they ran over to his brother.

It took maybe only ten minutes to convince him but to them, it felt like forever before Zane finally gave in to their wishes and did as they want. Only because Richard said he would tell on his older brother if he didn’t. It was a dirty trick but Richard wasn’t afraid to play dirty smugly smiling as Zane pronounced them married now getting roped into their antics as well.

"There now we can play house," Richard went to the state to Bailey now, taking his win with the most grace a child could, when they got one over thier older sibling. Sticking his tongue out at Zane when they rolled his eyes, he didn't understand why they had to have a marriage for thier game but it was Richard a stickler for rules. Richard turned back to Bailey now "This can be the house, hmm I guess I'll go off to work then and you can watch our baby. Is it still gonna be Jelly?" he and Bailey began setting up the roles, and more rules to thier little game of pretending between them. Decided what they do and such and making suggestions even, the two boys giggling as they seemed to get settled into thier 'marriage' now "alright then bye dear," Richard said with a wide grin, patting Jelly's head "bye baby I'll be back soon" Ready to head off to whatever was work. Richard had planned that bit out he might just go and read his book for a bit as work, but when he tried to leave Bailey stayed in front of him. Richard paused wondering if he did something wrong just now. He called Bailey dear and told them both bye least that's what the dads on tv did. wasn't that right? He didn't wanna do what his dad did, which was left without a word. Honestly, Richard hardly ever knew when they actually were home or not. "What? I asked if dear was okay to say?" wondering if they changed thier mind on that bit "hmm maybe pollito instead?" Bailey shook his head showing that wasn't the issue, huffing a bit now he really hated when it took forever to play thier games, "Alright what?" Bailey held out his arms wide, welcoming Richard in for a big hug. Of course, they were always hugging him after all, Richard's face tinted a little bit of red once Bailey gestured out for the hug, waiting for them to walk into it.

"i’m not letting you leave without a hug first."

"Uhhh" Was all Richard said, Zane suddenly invested in this all now sat up and 'ooohed' from behind his younger brother, Richard glancing over his shoulder. It was one thing when he was getting one up on them it was not okay the other way around. Zane went on to tease Richard "yeah Richard hug your husband goodbye," the said nearly cooing it out as they mocked his brother over the situation he found himself in just now. Richard pursed his beak and glared at his brother he knew very well why they were they were adding to this. If Zane wasn't here? maybe he'd humor Bailey with a quick hug

Dumb Zane, turning to look back to Bailey.

"I'm not doing that, now I got to go work" He repeated but the chick refused to move away. One thing Bailey wasm was stubborn and they were going to insist on the hug too, Richard huffed again this was annoying. he just wanted to go off to 'work' so they could play thier game but Bailey was keeping him from that. Richard stopped his foot "I'm not hugging you" The eaglet stated arms crossed, standing his ground, when he heard the little whimper, opening an eye he looked and saw how Bailey's eyes seemed to grow larger pleading with the look alone. His beak trembling a bit trying to keep himself from saying alright then and there. He just tighten his arms closer as if it was making him stand firm in this. "It's part of the rules remember what I said? you have to love him that means hugs" Zane called out amused with the little conflict at hand. "I'm leaving" he gruffs going to walk around Bailey when seeing how they started to lower thier arms, a firm pout on thier beak. Eyes looking at the floor. Richard stood there did he just hurt thier feelings? Richard wonders feeling Zane's hand on his shoulder repeating the same question out loud. Richard shrugged his brother away from him "You the one who started teasing me about it!" aiming the blame over towards his older brother who was happy to point out Bailey just wanted a hug and Richard said no. Leaving Richard with nothing to use against it, "shut up!" he resorted to turning back to Bailey he stepped over and gave them a quick tight squeeze "Goodbye dear and baby I'm going to work" he repeated from before. Only for Zane to start laughing behind them teasing the eagle more, going on about how they loved thier 'husband' Richard just sighed "we're married hugging is what we do." Richard defended. "Nice to have the excuse of the game uh?" Letting go of Bailey setting his hands on thier shoulders a moment "Sorry I have to go fight now." Richard said turning towards his brother who already started running off for Richard to race right after. "Zane if you tell him I won't talk to you for a year!" was all he yelled leaving his husband and son behind in pursuit of his older brother.

#muse| richard evans alder #aflockoffeathers #madamkezzie #[ mocha a quarter a piece for endless plastic rings aflockoffeathers]#soft sentence starters #stayed qeued #((when you get outted for loving your husband u_u you get babies uwu))

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ratinthedeadhouse · 3 years

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||Dancing with a Demon

Fyodor Dostoevsky X Fem!Reader

Warnings: none, just hand kissing.

It wasn't rare for Yokohama to throw a massive celebrating event where all the posh and rich people would gather to drink champagne and waltz across the shining floor. And for all you know you got invited to such a luxurious event by someone you've met few days ago.

A demon himself waited for your arrival in the grand hall with a polished floor and golden chandeliers hanging down from the high ceilings. The hall was too large for Fyodor's liking and the amount of noise and people made him feel rather uneasy but nothing he couldn't handle. He was a frail man wearing a dark suit like all the gentlemen did in the hall but with a red tie that stood out among all the black ones. Dostoevsky kept his eyes on the main doors from where the guests kept coming from. Meanwhile he stayed near the great tables filled with exotic snacks and countless amount of champagne. Before his tired eyes flashed many women, dressed in sparkly puffy dresses with glitter and flowers, with patterns and import fabric which only hurt his eyes. Being a lover of true beauty Fyodor thought all this farce was rather unnecessary... He saw beauty in simplicity and graceful movements not fancy dresses. Hence why he remained unfazed by all the curious women who would circle around him on occasion trying to get his attention. But the demon Fyodor was eyeing the entrance awaiting for no other than you...

To be honest he questioned if you'd actually come. After all you met him in the local library when he was returning the book back to the shelf near where you stood and it so happened you recognised the cover and with a mesmerising smile exclaimed what a 'wonderful masterpiece' it is. That's how you came to have a conversation with Fyodor about the act of killing, leaving him to think about you days on end. He couldn't stop thinking about your (h/c) locks that smelled of lavender or your endless (e/c) eyes so he made a move, leaving a handwritten note in the current book you were reading asking you to attend the ball.

However, despite him being attracted to your delicate and beautiful features he was also intrigued because unlike others he had trouble reading your thoughts. Sometimes your eyes would meet his own and God, he would be lost trying to read what you are thinking about... Of course he wasn't in love. That would get in the way of his plans, but a little cat and mouse game wouldn't hurt... him at least. (Y/n) appeared as a rather naive young girl to him who's heart aches to find a true love, however she was also smart and witty and now Fyodor feared she was smart enough not to come.

The orchestra strated tuning in, inviting guests to dance. Gentlemen left their groups of friends and stopped the political discussions, women separated as well and stood in a large circle ready to waltz the night away. The sound of the live music made Fyodor turn away from the main doors and he watched as men and women gracefully danced across the polished floor.

A bitter feeling settled in his chest. 'Perhaps I underestimated her' he thought to himself while finishing his champagne. When suddenly he felt a gentle hand landing on his shoulder. Fyodor turned his head to see no other than (y/n)...

You stood close next to him, your (h/c) locks put neatly on top of your head revealing your delicate neck and shoulders. Your dress was of a (f/c) colour that showed all the right curves of your splendid figure. Oh you looked absolutely glorious.

"Sorry I'm late" you said with a soft smile, your voice could barely be heard.

Fyodor smiled sadistically. 'A delicate flower falling right into my hands...' thought Fyodor to himself. He grabbed your pale hand in his a bowing slightly kissed your knuckles. "My lady, you made it just in time" he spoke in a soothing voice leaning closer to your ear so you could hear him. He offered you a glass of champagne that you happily took since being this close to him made your heart race.

You took a sip and had a look around. The glitter and the fancy dresses flooded the hall, mixing and merging that it almost made your head go dizzy when you heard a soft voice whisper in your ear: "Would my lady fancy a little dance?"

You looked at Fyodor in awe seeing as he offered you his hand. A sudden blush rised to your cheeks and you had to look away.

"Hmm?" the Russian man tilted his head slightly trying to understand why you are not eager to dance. "What's wrong?" he questioned, slight accent slipping in his words.

"I..." you stuttered a bit "I don't know how to dance, Fyodor" you finally admitted. It felt a bit embarrassing but at least you weren't the only people standing aside, other couples didn't participate in the dancing, but you genuinely wanted to... it just that you didn't know what to do. To your surprise, Fyodor only chuckled and grabbing your tiny wrist gently pulled you away from the bright and crowded hall.

You followed him onto the large balcony. It was dark but the stars above and the moon illuminated the area just enough for you to see your friend.

His sharp pure eyes looked at the sky for a moment than turned back to meet your glowing ones... Slowly he said:

"She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies."

Gently he placed his right hand on your hip pulling you closer into his embrace and grabbing your other hand in his. You felt your head go dizzy as you let Fyodor control your movements. He leaned closer to you whispering to your ear where you should place your feet... It wasn't too hard and soon you got the hang of it.

The two of you waltz on the balcony under the stars looking in each other eyes not thinking about anything but feeling each others presence. He watched your every move, your happy smile, the way your eyelashes flattered and the way your chest rised and fell with every breath you took.

When the waltz was over. Fyodor let go of you and bowed. He knew that now you belonged to him. He knew that no matter how smart you were your adorable naive heart was now beating for him. He saw it clearly in your (e/c) eyes... you fell in love with him. There is no way back.

How long can a picked flower last in the darkness untill it loses it's beauty?

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rixxy8173571m3w1p3 · 6 years

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September Song (2/3)

I’m sorry @kitten-wrath that this took so long, but I do hope you like it. @hoodoo12 @xerxezra thanks for brainstorming with me. Also, Ice Cream Rick belongs @porkchop-ao3. References to the flowers can be found here (The Language Of Flowers) and pizza rolls here (Sick Day)

Also, special thanks go to @her-victori for reading a majority of my fics in a short span of time. You Rock! As well to random anons who leave me sweet words in my ask box.

If you haven't read the first part of this fic then here's the link. (Read Part1 Here)

In this fic the reader tries to be more reserved and mature for Rick, but what will he think?

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Chapter 2: These Precious Days

The mom and pop ice cream parlor which could be found at the edge of town offered over twenty flavors and twice as many topping options. Rick thought you'd prefer this quiet atmosphere over the crowd that would've surrounded Ice Cream Ricks truck in the Citadel; he was right. Though it really was a shame since Ice Cream Rick was actually pretty nice. After ordering, you two sat by the window with the best view of a lonely backroad and a white GMC truck.

“I-I-I like that you went for the rainbow jimmies.” Rick commented as he popped a mini gummy bear into his mouth.

“Hmm? Yeah, I like the texture.”

Which was true, but it wasn't the whole truth. You loved sprinkles on just about any dessert they could be placed on. They were fun, colorful, and your dad's favorite topping. They reminded you of good times. You continued. “And they're a classic. Wouldn't you agree?”

“I-I do. Would you say that y-your favorite flavor?”

Savoring the flavor of your chocolate ice cream, you nodded. “Yeah.”

Smiling softly, he seemed to be ruminating on this information, before storing it away and eating a spoonful of his pistachio ice cream. After a little while, he managed to get a bit of it on the side of his mouth, which made you giggle. And because old habits die hard, you picked up a napkin and wiped his face clean. Under your fingertips, his skin had that masculine roughness that came from constant shaving. Of course, you were familiar with it, but these slight reminders that came about by chance never failed to amaze you.

However, you were quick to pull your hand back because he wasn't a fan of public displays of affection, though it seemed to have the opposite effect, with him reaching out and placing your hand back on his cheek, and leaning into it. “I'm glad y-you were able to come with me today.”

Seeing as the shop owner was in the back room, you relaxed a little. “I am too.”

Rick was always a little funny when he got sentimental, which was why it didn't surprise you too much when his eyes bore through you as he said. “Me encanta estar c-contigo.”

“Rick,” you began, wanting to let this facade go and declare every single word of affection your heart felt inclined to say, but just as soon as you thought you were going to crack, you restrained yourself, and simply said. “your ice cream is going to melt.”

Several beats of silence passed, and he acknowledged what you had said, but he went on. “You - I-I sometimes wish I could carry you in my pocket, and have you look after me all the time, but th-that's silly isn't it? It's not realistic, and that w-would be selfish.”

“If it's you, then I don't think it is. While it wouldn't necessarily be practical to miniaturize me and carry me around, isn't the beauty of a relationship knowing that you're always on someone's mind and that they are out there somewhere caring and thinking about you?”

“Certainly, but what I-I meant to say is that it'd be nice if this was our life. If I could keep y-you and if you and me ugh - all th-the time…we - if we….” he faltered, fixing his eyes on something else in the room.

“You don't mean eating ice cream do you?”

With a sigh, he relinquished the hold he had on your hand, “N-no.” and continued to eat his ice cream; resigned, and slightly embarrassed. You couldn't help but feel a slight disappointment. It's not like he wanted to say the magic words. Right?

________

After ice cream, you two visited the bookstore on the corner of Kinder St and Lavue Ave; which had not only a coffee shop but a toy store connected to it. As soon as one entered into it, you were met with the latest best sellers, books on travel and wellness, as well as souvenirs; it was one of few places that didn't bother you if it was cramped. To your left next to the window were those mint boxes which said Adventure Awaits, and it filled you with gladness as picked one up; thinking of little things you'd put in it after all the mints were gone. For his part, Zeta-7 seemed to know exactly what he was going for, disappearing in the back where all the used books were. Not knowing whether to follow or look around, you just did as you pleased.

Past the Keychain holder, above the box of mini hands, you found a Mister Rogers mug. You loved that wholesome old man who used to teach lessons and play with puppets on PBS; Rick reminded you of him too. On the label, it said that when you added hot water to the mug, Mister Rogers would change from a suit jacket into his cardigan. Seeing as Zeta-7 hadn't returned yet, you decided to buy it and continued to look around until he soon returned with an older book in hand. “I-I-I hope I hadn't kept you waiting long.”

Facing the bookshelf, pulling out books that you were mildly interested in, you answered. “I knew you would show up eventually.”

Noticing the stack of books you had, he asked sweetly. “M-m-mi corazón, do you want me t-to hold those books for you? They look a-a little heavy.”

You weren't sure how long you could keep up this facade of being mature and not melting into a puddle everytime he said things like that, with him being as darling as he was. Nonetheless, you nodded and he lightened the burden on your arms.

“Wow,” he brightened. “I-I didn't know you liked Alexandre Dumas.” And picking out another book, he wondered. “Have y-you ever read this?”

“The Man In the Iron Mask? No,” you admitted sadly. “but when I was in high school I did read about a third of The Count of Monte Cristo. I even have a postcard that my old English teacher sent me from Europe that had a picture of one of the buildings that was used in the movie.”

“That's s-s-so cool. Do - do you enjoy classic literature?”

Wholeheartedly, you replied. “Isn't it the best kind?”

“I-I-I don't know,” he softened. “but I don't know what I'd do without them.”

You thought of his home library then, with its eclectic mixture of languages, colors, and topics, and it made you feel warm in your soul. “If your home library tells me anything, it's that you have a healthy appetite for books.”

He glanced at your lips after you said this, but made no attempt to follow whatever thought which might've come to mind. Instead, you two carried on a lengthy discussion on books, how many were a social commentary of the time period, and how they influenced the world you lived in. For once you didn't have to pretend you knew something you didn't, cause you did know. Quite intimately in fact. And within the small spaces between shelves and bodies, where you'd normally feel claustrophobic, you were safe amongst all the friends you had yet to meet amongst the pages, and with Zeta-7 whose warm words and tall body shielded you from the curious eyes of the cashier.

_______________

A stack of books sat quietly in the back seat of his car. Crickets chirped, and there were random feral cats here and there, but there was only you and him as far as you were concerned. September Song by Willie Nelson played on the car radio as he led you into a natural waltz next to the town lake, and moonlight reflected in his eyes. If you hadn't been so afraid of drowning, maybe you would've preferred to dance on the dock, but like this, it felt right.

Oh, it's a long long while

From May to December

But the days grow short

When you reach September

When the autumn weather

Turns leaves to flame

One hasn't got time

For the waiting game

With your head resting on his chest, he hummed along to the melody. More than once you heard a sniffle but assumed it was just Zeta-7 caught up in the moment again.

Oh the days dwindle down

To a precious few. ..

September, November. ..

And these few precious days

I'll spend with you.

These precious days

I'll spend with you.

You thought every day spent with him was precious, and you had to admit that you weren't sure at the beginning of your relationship if it would've worked out, but you were glad that the both of you took a chance, and had been pleasantly surprised ever since. And after all this time, now that it was the fall again, you wondered what the next year and the year after that would be like; the possibilities are endless. However, your train of thought was broken when Zeta-7 stopped dancing and stood there; covering his face, wanting to disappear.

“Rick?”

“I'm - I'm sorry, but I-I-I-I can't do this.”

“Can't do what?”

“I-I-I can't pretend that everything's o-okay. Something's th-the matter isn't it?”

“No there isn't.” you denied.

“Then why are y-y-you so quiet? Are w-we breaking up? Are you - are you leaving me?”

You literally wanted to smack yourself for being such an idiot. “No! Why would you think that?”

Using his phone, he paused the music and passed a hand through his hair in an attempt to calm himself. “Y-y-you haven't been yourself all evening. I thought for a moment that maybe th-things were alright back in the bookstore, but you - I know y-you were holding back. I know how much you love books, and writing is y-y-y-your passion, but you were hesitant in sharing your opinions on either subject. M-mi corazón,” he pleaded, the lines about his forehead and mouth deepening. “please b-be honest with me. Is this it?”

“No, it's not.”

Your plan, which you thought has been working went horribly wrong. So much for trying to act like an adult for once. Man, you only wanted to entice him, which you somewhat succeeded, but because of your stupid games, you'd led him to believe that you were unsatisfied with your relationship. If anything, you were unsatisfied with how you handled this. “Believe me Ricky, you haven't done anything wrong. In fact,” you sighed, your chest aching from the bloom of anxiety. “you've only been sweet and charming. But I….oh, I was only trying to impress you.”

“Huh? Wh-what?”

“Exactly. Whatever I thought I'd accomplish, it…..I only managed to mess it up. Again. You probably wouldn't get it,” Or maybe he would, but you weren't feeling like yourself. “but sometimes I feel like all you did was pull me out of my little bubble so I could wreak havoc. I'm not any different from hundreds of other versions of me, am I? Cause, if I'm like them, then how did I end up with you? How did I get so lucky to be with someone so wonderful? I hope they are happy because I am with you.”

With a hand pressed over his heart, a single tear made its way down his cheek. “M-me too. I'm so happy with you.”

“Somehow, despite all my inadequacies, you want me. I mean, is it stupid to believe that I just wanted to be different from all those other copies? That I just wanted you to think I was mature?”

Zeta-7 looked at you with a wistful hope in his eyes.“No, it's - it's not stupid. You - you did that f-for me?”

“Who else dear honey man of mine? Maybe it can't be helped and I'll just be what I am,” you confessed. “but for a moment I wanted to be different. So I gave myself the look and didn't overreact. And most of all, kept my mouth shut so you wouldn't get bored of my rambling. I know I talk too much.”

“N-no, that's not - have I led you t-to believe you weren't good enough?”

“Not on purpose, but I can't help but feel that way sometimes. We both know I'm not that special. I mean, the only impressive thing I've ever done is eat 37 pizza rolls, and not kill the flowers you gave me. I'm so sorry,” you cried, “I'm sorry you got stuck with an idiot.”

He pulled you in for a tight embrace, smoothing out your hair. “D-don't ever say that.” he cooed. “You're - you're clever, lovely, and always give me something t-t-to smile about.”

“Anyone can do that.”

Pulling back a little, he gave your shoulder a squeeze and softened. “N-no, not at all. Y-you give away dreams, smiles, and kindness. You're reliable, and I-I can trust you. And there is no one in the universe th-that could compare t-to you when it comes to being the perfect woman. If anything, I'm th-the defect here.”

“No, you're perfect Ricky.”

Placing a lock of hair behind your ear, he continued. “I'm glad y-you think so, but this isn't a-about me. You - you dressed up today, in a-a elegant dress that I'd n-never seen before,” and pressing a kiss behind your ear, he whispered with a little gleam of pride in his eyes.. “wearing the perfume I-I-I made you. Smelling like a-a dream.”

Again, how anyone considered this charmer a doofus you'd never know. “I had been saving it for a special occasion.”

“Everyday with you is - is special.”

“Oh Rick. That's…thank you.”

Pointing at your feet, “And I noticed that you're closer t-t-to my height today, but your feet must be hurting by now. Would y-you like to take them off?”

Oh, your feet were screaming. And now that you weren't pretending, you slipped out of your shoes which made you lose about four inches. Picking up your shoes and shoes and dusting them off, he continued. “That must feel better. I-I-I had to wear heels for a case once. It ugh - it's not practical when y-y-you have to run.”

“Right? I don't see how other women do it, cause I can't. I'm not even sure why I own them. I should just burn those things.”

You'd say it was half relief, half joy that made him laugh wholeheartedly at this, and you didn't see how it could be so funny. You poked him and pouted, and he delighted in this. “See?” he chuckled, looking at you in that funny way he did from time to time.

“See what?”

“This. This is th-the girl I fell in love with,” he stated matter of factly. “the one who likes t-to be comfortable, speaks her mind and prefers those jeans with th-the rip on the side. Not to mention those graphic t-shirts. Or cute pj's.”

Your breath caught a little at this confession. How could the smartest man in the universe adore an impertinent person like you? Maybe the same way you could love the smartest man; you just do. In your girlish voice, you said. “I only wanted you to be proud of me.”

Holding you a fraction tighter, he pressed a light kiss to your temple and chuckled sweetly. “Y-you already do princess. Today y-you made an effort for me, and that's impressive, but honestly, I want you t-t-to be comfortable and dress up how y-you like. You as yourself is what impresses me, because you have s-s-so much spirit, and I - that's what makes y-you gorgeous.”

This time you didn't even try to hide your blush.

“Oh Rick, hearing you say that really does make me feel silly. Why did I do this to myself? What was I thinking?”

“I believe y-you're still trying to figure it all out like the rest of us, and I can't get mad at you for th-that because you're wonderfully human. You had good intentions, and th-that's what counts.”

“Can you forgive me?”

“I al-already have.”

TBC

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>:))))))

I'm proud that a story that I'm pretty sure you enjoy was your 3000th post!

Also have fun on the road trip! I enjoy being in cars, personally, but I do also understand the need to just move and then you get cramped in the car and suddenly the music isn't enough to keep you distracted and your Brian ahs locked you out of your internal world and you can't even just get lost in the music and you are noticing Every Sensation and Detail or Everything and you Can't Turn It Off and then you can start to actually smell the smell of the car and you start getting a headache and you can't escape it- (Sorry, I got oddly specific there, that usually doesn't happen to me when I'm in cars though!!)

I will accept these rules! It is incredibly fun to hear about a series I know nothing about, and I will accept not reading it! I only have the book because my girlfriend gave it to me because she couldn't sell it and I thought the cover was cool and didn't realise it was twilight, and you can always hold my attention. Most of the time.

Speaking of you, I have to catch up on the wings au!! I want to see Linh's wings!! But I have to read like 6 or something more chapters!! This is gonna be fun. Also more void cat.

Also that meme was of ROBERT?? Bro I always wondered who it was but it was Robby Patty?? This is a travesty /lh

Ok that's kinda dissapointing about the tame vampires. But it's still cool!! I just like the whole unholy monsterousness of Vampires and parasites. (Also off topic but the only reason why vamps couldn't see their reflections in mirrors was because mirrors used silver, and modern mirrors use aluminium or something, so vamps would be able to see their reflection. Bit of a well known fact but I just like talking about it, also it would be fun to have a book about vamps in a modern setting but it isn't the bitey romance. It's pure terror about the epidemic of Vampires and no one knowing who is and who isn't until its too late, and people finding out Very Quickly that they cannot rely on the mirrors to help them.) Also that is amazing about the inside joke but also Red eyes my beloved <3

Also I love how the author went "hmm, I wonder how to make these immortal parasites not go outside during the day. Aha! They sparkle! Genius!" (/Gen) like who wouldn't want to sparkle. I'd love to sparkle. It'd probably piss people off having to see me sparkle, but that just makes it even better.

Off topic but as I haven't read the series or watched the movies, I have absolutly no clue what it's about whatsoever (Like with kotlc I still had some baseline information from my girlfriend) so I can't ask any meaningful questions but the concept of gifts sounds really cool! Also her poor sister, should been indestructible smh my head (/J)

I have no clue what my most prominent trait is but I'm gonna say either A) My absolutly, stunning, brilliantly devine good looks, B) My curiosity and love of asking questions of people that I like even if I already know the answers, C) My forgetfulness, or D) My spelling errors

Anyway I have to go now so I'm gonna send this out but yes!! Sparkly vampires!!

-Heathen

heathen! hello! It is true that I enjoy twilight, though I don't frequently talk about it in real life (my partner is the exception to that and takes like the full brunt of my twilight infodumps so huge thanks to them for that !!). Me making that post complaining about it was mostly a joke like of all the things...why that one post. It does seem fitting through, so I'm not really upset about it.

it has now been a significant length of time since the roadtrip (almost two months) but I appreciate the well wishes nonetheless! I wasn't a roadtrip for fun reasons, but we got through it. Did a lot of sitting in a car though...

but it's so annoying when you're in the zone and time is moving fast (a good thing when it's a long drive) but then all the sudden you accidentally break yourself out of it and can't get back into it and now time is infuriatingly slow and you're just Stuck There and if you try to actively go back it only makes it harder. Definitely not fun

also I have no idea what rules I proposed! it takes me a little bit to answer asks (though I am finally starting to actually make decent progress on them!!) and also I started this one and then left it in my drafts for a hot minute, so...whoops. Hang on I can probably find the post--found it! Well, the rules are rules. I simply must talk about Twilight when it's brought up. The thing is though that it can be brought up so often...my parents asked my sister how badminton went in her P.E. class yesterday and I just sat there thinking "you know, Bella Swan is really bad at playing badminton. she hit Mike in the arm hard enough to leave a bruise and herself in the head in the same swing. it was the first time Edward ever saw hos disastrous her P.E. classes were as he watched through Mike's thoughts from across the school because she'd brought up that he'd never seen her in P.E. when they were talking about lunch." But like that's not something a normal person would probably say in a conversation and I was having one of my silent moments where for some reason I haven't figured out my brain makes me not talk at all despite being fully capable.

and excellent! it's absolutely lovely to be a complete substitute for an entire series. I mean, I think I know it pretty well at this point, so while I'm not infallible I definitely know a lot of what I'm talking about. But also feel free to read it if you want to! Just like...I highly doubt it's going to have an impact on your life or anything monumental, you'll just be able to say that you've read twilight. Then again why would you need to when I'm right here /j. Jokes aside though my partner did tell me that when they helped right a Twilight-themed (i'm forgetting the word) short play? like for drama and theater but it's small? and short? not a full play? when they helped write it they used some of the knowledge I had infodumped to them about over the years they've known me

as for the wings au--if you have caught up at this point, I hope you enjoy!! if you have not, I hope you enjoy it if you do decide to get caught up! There's a new chapter coming out this weekend and while I do have to do some finally additions to it that I am dreading, I am overall looking forward to sharing!! I may or may not have accidentally written myself into a bit of sticky situation, but I'll figure it out

yes that meme was of robert. it got quite popular within the fandom, so whenever I see it I'm always like ah yes. robert pattinson. it's the twilight tracksuit meme. there were several edits made, though my mind usually defaults to this one (linked)

same!! I don't know if you've noticed based on how I write the wings au, but I kinda like monsters to be more monstrous. there's nothing wrong with having tame vampires or anything, just a personal preference that there be something a little less human about them. though it is true that the Cullens are more civilized than any other vampires there are. they all kept their humanity when they were changed, so it may be less to do with the vampires as a whole being untamed and just the uniqueness of the cullen coven. I mean if you've read The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner (I'm assuming you haven't) you'd see that the newborns (proper newborns, not boring bella) are very much governed by instinct and an insatiable need for blood, a desire to feed. It's all they think about, practically out of their minds with bloodlust when they're thirsty.

(also I, too, love that mirror fact! It's one of my favorite little lesser known bits of vampire lore and whenever I see it reflected--pun unintended--in media it's a little haha I know something about that moment. there are moments where I'm willing to excuse the inaccuracy for the sake of humor, but othertimes it's like hmm. realistically this is not actually a problem at all because you could definitely 100% see your reflection. it would be interesting to see modern or futuristic vampire story where the reflection thing comes into play the way you suggested!!)

we can sparkle together!! I wouldn't turn donw immortality, and sparkling in the sun just seems like an added bonus. And while the decision to make vampires glitter is one that is very frequently ridiculed, I happen to find it amusing enough that I don't care. It's also a relatively minor part of the story so maybe I'm just focused on other things. I mean, yes they sparkle but also there skin is rock-hard and very cold which has more impact on the story. The sparkling is just like "oh yea we can't go out in the sun and that's why we live in Forks." But aside from that it's not really mentioned aside from when Bella marvels at it and is like "wow this guy is so beautiful" and Edward's simultaneously like "I am disgusting and hideous and monstrous." He's very angsty.

same with the gifts thing!! I always find the idea of a most prominent trait affecting a character some way fascinating, like this one thing about them that is so important it stays with them no matter what. It does make me wonder what Freaky Fred was like in his human life (he's character from short second life), as he literally repulsed everyone physically, mentally, emotionally) around him to keep himself safe. Like that is such a unique reaction and if gifts truly are a main traits carried over, Freaky Fred is of great interest to me.

not sure exactly how any of those would translate into twilight vampire gifts, but in the event you are turned into an undead creature of the night please do update me as I am very curious what your gift would be.

I hope you're doing well!! I have at least one or two more asks from you to answer, so I will get to those. This one happened to get forgotten for a little bit, but hopefully that will happen less. I have been using drafts less for this very reason, though sometimes I get interrupted and have to save it as a draft to go do something else and then I forget for an eternity. But! Either way it's nice to hear from you!!

#i have so many twilight thoughts #when I reread the series about a month ago it was very intriguing #and I noticed a thing #which wasn't like hidden but also like wow. that's. wow #to me at least #and also read bree's short story #which made me get really attached to her #which sucked because I already knew how her story was going to end #quil's queries #heathen nonsie #random #long post

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