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buckrecs · 1 year

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Hiii! I love ur page and I was wondering if u could rec some fics with a pregnant reader? Thank you sm hon 🫶

Pregnant Reader

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These Hands Are For You by @majestyeverlasting

The raking of leaves, muffins, and baby kicks on a fall afternoon. A very warm and fuzzy domestic piece filled with lots of love.

Always Back to You by @majestyeverlasting

After coming home a little roughed up, Bucky seeks forgiveness for not being candid about a mission in D.C. But all you truly care about is the fact that he's okay and made his way back to you.

Two Becomes Three by @sleepypanda27

“I’m pregnant”

Chocolate Chip Cookies by @sleepypanda27

Bucky wakes up in the middle of the night only to find that you’re not in the bed, because you're craving chocolate chip cookies.

Scent of Home by @pherelesytsia

Bucky attended one of Tony parties and returns to his small family.

small bump by @bucky-bucket-barnes

Bucky has fought literal armies, survived multiple murder attempts, and still nothing worries him like his pregnant wife.

Paint + Ladders by @mvtthewmurdvck

Bucky comes home to find you not where you're supposed to be, and instead in the nursery, doing exactly what you shouldn't be.

two little lines by @duuhrayliegh

the reader is pregnant, this is how she tells bucky and the rest of the avengers.

Here To Help by @itsjustmelainey

Your super baby is so heavy that you’re uncomfortable, fortunately Bucky might have found the solution to help you.

Any day now by @randomperson351

Bucky didn't think he could have the life he does, and he's grateful each and every day.

happy secret by @bentobarnes

bucky is having lunch with Nakajima after 2 years of not talking with him. Yori wants him to go on a date with Leah (the bartender) but encounters a pleasant surprise.

Breath With Me by @planetofawe

You and Bucky decide on a home birth however you’ve got to do it all alone as your midwife is stuck in some traffic!

Oh Baby! by @fairydxll

You tell Bucky the big news.

Support You by @marvelmushroom

Bucky finds a way to take some of the weight off of you during pregnancy. Literally.

Daisy by @chrisevansredbelt

bucky gets you pregnant. complications ensue?

Names by @softlyspector

Bucky and Y/N are expecting a baby, and soon, but they still haven’t decided on a name.

One In A Trillion by @softlyspector

Bucky is sterile. Or, so they had been told, that was basically what he was. There was a one in a trillion chance of them ever conceiving, completely impossible.

Expectations by @softlyspector

Bucky is overprotective of the reader, who is pregnant with his baby.

one plus one equals… by @lokiskitten

after waking up from a nap, Bucky requires a hug. He then gets the chance to learn that you are pregnant.

actually… you can help by @classylo

you were miserably pregnant and knew of only one way to get the baby out of you.

“Alexa, Play Go There With You” by @touchstarvedirl

Bucky’s been having a hard time being okay with your work schedule now that you’re pregnant. An arguments ensues and after you only have one thing on your mind, so Alexa helps you set the mood.

Daddy’s Home by @starshipsofstarlord

whilst with Wanda, you go into labour. Bucky is on his way home from a mission with Steve and Vision, you’re just worried that he won’t make it on time.

we’re gonna need a bigger house by @sunmoonandeddie

You find the courage to tell Bucky about your latest ultrasound.

Come Back to You by @buckyalpine

What happens when a time travel mission ends up with a version of Bucky from the 40′s standing on the time travel platform.

Imagine by @buckyalpine

Imagine Bucky finding his adorably, heavily pregnant girl perched onto kitchen counter rummaging for snacks like a little gremlin in the middle of the night.

Be(tter) in Reality With Me by @t-lostinworlds

Bucky needed to remind you how he would never ever betray you, especially when the him in your dreams was showing you otherwise.

All I Ever Wanted by @majestyeverlasting

You and Bucky visit a park in Brooklyn that stirs up some nostalgic memories. But what he doesn’t know is that, later that night, he’ll learn that he’s going to be a father.

Relax by @itsapeterthing

while the avengers help you and bucky move, you attempt to help carry something only to have your overprotective husband get in the way

The Three Times They Think She’s Pregnant by @skyeisawitch

Hopelessly Pregnant by @kiritella

Light Carries On Endlessly by @marvelingatthewonder

Bucky goes back under after cacw and you’re pregnant. 8-ish months later you give birth to a beautiful baby girl.

#bucky barnes fic rec #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes smut #winter soldier x reader #bucky barnes x pregnant reader #bucky barnes x wife!reader #husband!bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes oneshot

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 1 year

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what about some hurt/comfort puppy pile? 🥺

Hi anon! @kevaaronday found these for you!

A Touch of Torture by Artymys

(1/1 | 6,552 | Explicit | Sterek)

After an argument with the pack, Stiles leaves alone only to find himself in the torturous clutches of a one Gerard Argent.

In Your Hands by StarShineForMe (1/1 | 4,752 | Explicit | Sterek) Spit forms at the corners of Gerard’s mouth as he dips his head towards Stiles, the tendons in his neck standing out in anger. “You’d do well to end this now, boy. Give…me…the…Alpha!” Gerard glares at him with crazed eyes, glittering with rage.

Stiles purses his lips to hold in a sob, then takes a long, shuddering breath. “No,” he says, quiet but resolute. “I don’t care what you do to me. I’m never gonna give you Derek Hale.”

*Stiles' kidnapping and the aftermath- full of puppy Isaac, slow burn to explicit in love Sterek, and the makings of a ragtag pack family as they go

Bonds and Mends of Gold by Tahlruil (1/1 | 4,551 | Not Rated | Steter) '"He drowned whole cities in blood. I can feel it on my hands. Covered in blood and... and... one two three four five--" He hadn't seen Stiles this badly off since the beginning, and even then it hadn't been like this. But then Stiles had just taken a life, deliberately, almost certainly for the first time. There had been actual blood on his hands earlier in the day. Even if it had been his own, even though it hadn't been much, it had still been there. Stiles had been in control and present, but it could still intensify whatever the Nogitsune had left behind in his head. If those wires were getting crossed...'

Scars the Shape of Friendship by Tahlruil (1/1 | 3,285 | Mature) Maybe Scott had been right - maybe before that night, before the basement, they hadn't really been friends. That didn't matter though. Not after everything they'd watched each other go through. Now though? Now Erica and Boyd were his, and he'd finally gotten them back. There was no way he was letting them out of his sight so soon. Especially not with the goals of the Alpha Pack still a complete unknown. It was better to keep them close.

They were scar buddies, after all.

Before they got their shit together: Stiles is the smart one by Magnoliachild (1/1 | 3,187 | Gen | Pre Sterek) This is almost like a Coda to my first work in this series. Where Derek is still clueless about what he feels for Stiles. He is partially worried about being like Kate, but he is also oblivious to what Stiles is doing to prove that he wants Derek.

Dinner’s ready by RandomPerson351 (1/1 | 2,133 | Teen | Thiam) Liam maybe isn’t coping as well as he thought with being the newly designated Alpha of Beacon Hills after the war, Theo notices.

Vargsången by OhanaHoku (1/1 | 927 | Gen) Stiles sings a lullaby to his pack, and his pack comforts him after some sad memories.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #peter hale #steter #thiam #hurt/comfort

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randomperson-351 · 2 years

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I’m moving blogs!

For those who don’t know, this is my secondary blog so I’m going to refine and repost my fics on my main blog @randomperson351 so that I only have one blog

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randomperson351 · 1 year

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Bucky Barnes

Bucky cockblocking your dates - After you and Bucky broke up he regrets nothing more and is counting on his ability to win you back, even if he has to scare a few guys into an early grave to do it.

I’ll get you back - Things between you and Bucky haven’t been great recently, could this be it? Prequel to Bucky cockblocking your dates.

"You finally want that dance?" - Bucky finds you after 70 years apart, and he's got a promise to keep.

Any day now - Bucky didn't think he could have the life he does, and he's grateful each and every day.

Bucharest (Series) - The Winter Soldier and The Sparrow are laying low from Hydra in Bucharest. Together they learn how to reintegrate into society through simple tasks.

Biker!Bucky

Carwashing with Biker!Bucky* - A lil headcanon/drabble thing of Biker!Bucky encouraging you to maintain your car.

Poke, poke, poke, kiss - A lazy early morning with your cheeky beefy man.

40′s Stucky x reader

We did good - Life living with Bucky and Steve has been good, great even. They offer you a night with them, could it change things between you for good?

Demon!Bucky

Clean - Bucky hates when people are mean to you, so he makes it all better.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes masterlist #randomperson351 #randomperson351 bucky barnes masterlist #do not repost

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randomperson351 · 2 years

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Gas station - EM

Summary: A hot summers night in Hawkins leads to more than you bargained for.

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The throbbing behind your eyes wouldn’t stop. No matter how many times you tossed and turned or stacked pillows around your head or fanned yourself with a magazine, it just wouldn’t stop.

Fuck it.

You flung your duvet off your heated skin and spun your legs round until the carpet tickled your toes. As slow as you dared to, you peeled your head off of your pillow and sat upright; breathing deeply as your head pulsed before settling back to a managable dull ache, nothing that couldn’t be cured by some Advil and fresh air. Grabbing a light jumper, you made your way to the kitchen on wobbly feet as you took a couple of Advil with a glass of water and slipped on your shoes and bag before heading out the front door.

The air was cooler out here. Walking down the path of your driveway and out onto the main roads the wind tickled your face and eased the stuffiness settled in your skin. Every now and again a car would scream by you, heading into the blackness ahead that shrouded the sky-

“Hey.”

You whipped your head round to see the one and only shaggy-haired Eddie Munson lent halfway out the window of his van that had pulled up beside you, a devilish gleam in those big brown eyes of his. “Whatcha doing out so late, walking in the road? Alone.”

“Just heading to the gas station. It’s too hot to sleep and I have a headache.”

Eddie hmmed and jumped out of his van, wandering round to the passenger side. “Hop in.”

“What are you getting?”

The neon lights bounced off the rows of artificially sweetened drinks in front of you as your eyes scowered what options there were. Did you want something fizzy or just a juice? Some pretzels for a salty twang? A slushie for the cold relief of sweetened ice?

“I can’t decide.” You huffed, annoyance creeping back up on you.

“Well, how about I make the decision for you?” Eddie leant forward onto the shelf so that he was in your eyeline.

You squinted at him in suspision. “You make the decision?”

“Mmmhmm.” Eddie’s shaggy hair bobbed with his enthusiastic nodding.

“Alright Munson, surprise me.”

A 50 watt smiled blinded you in the lights as Eddie led you to the slushie machine. “Well first we’ve gotta load up on some sweetass sugary ice and personally, I think the red and blue taste better together.” He began on filling one cup with red and handing it to you with a straw, and keeping the blue for himself.

“Next?” You inquired, straw between your lips.

“Sodium load up baby. Let’s hit the chips.”

You and Eddie ended up leaving the air-conditioned gas station with two slushies, a bag of pretzels, share bag of salted crisps and enough chocolate to give you diabetes just by looking at it.

Eddie opened up the back of his van and you dumped all the snacks in and sat on the ledge looking out into the night sky.

“How’s the headache?”

“Better.” You answered through a mouth of salted crisps.

“Lets see your tongue.”

“What?”

Eddie smirked and opened his own mouth, showing a bright blue coloured tongue. You giggled and finished your mouth of food before washing it down and opening your own mouth to reveal an artificially red tongue. You both laughed like a couple of five year olds before settling down, permanent smiles etched on your lips.

“Can I ask you something?” You broke the silence.

“Ask away, My Liege.”

“Are you high right now?”

Eddie snorted before covering it up with the sleeve of his jacket. “Not as much as I was when I found you.”

You looked at him for a moment before answering. “...So yes, then.”

This set off another round of giggles between the two of you as he bumped gently against your shoulder.

“Okay, my turn.”

“Okay.” You turned to face Eddie who had a highly devious look on his face, similar to earlier in the evening.

“Remember when I said I thought the red and blue slushie tasted better together?”

“Yeah?”

“You wanna find out why?”

“Okay.”

You reached for the cup of red slushie condensating next to you when Eddie reached over and smushed your face together, puckering your lips out as a result so he could meld his own to them. After he was sure you wouldn’t pull away, he softened his grip and pulled away momentarily to inhale a breath before diving right back in, using his rough yet gentle hands to guide you to how he wanted; tongues teasing each other, the need for breath becoming a mere afterthought.

Unfortunately, you did have to break away at some point. You panted to gain back the air that Eddie took from you as he held your forehead to his, breaths mingling in the night air.

“Stick out your tongue now.”

You shook your head in dismay as you looked straight into his bambi brown eyes and revealed your tongue, much to his delight.

“I think we match now, my lady.” Eddie showed his tongue to be a muted purple, the red and blue from your individual slushies having mixed during the heavy makeout session.

“Purple.” You said.

“Purple. My favourite colour on you.”

You smiled and leaned back in for some more tame loving this time, the adrenaline having worn itself off.

You and Eddie might have ended up falling asleep cuddled together in the back of his van that night. You might also have had to race home to crawl into your window to make it seem as if you were there all night. Who knows, maybe you had to lie to your sister and say the new grape flavour slushie was in town, and that the guitar pick necklace was ‘just something I found’.

And that strange boy blasting Metallica and blowing you kisses from his van while he waited to pick you up to drive to school, well, that was just something you found too.

#randomperson351 #eddie munson #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson x female!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #soft!eddie munson #season 4 redemption #tooth rotting fluff #do not repost #gas station #do not translate

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randomperson351 · 2 years

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Nap time - Harringrove

Summary: Steve can’t say no to his brats. Billy can.

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So Steve isn’t great at taking care of himself. He will forgo all of his basic needs if one of his little kretins needs him; with the drop of a hat he’s in the beamer with his breakfast getting soggy on the dinner table.

The runts hated when Steve and Billy got together (apart from El and Max the little angels) because they lost their immediate-no-questions-asked-I’ll-be-there-in-5-minutes ride from Steve. If he was in the middle of breakfast or Billy was ripping Steve’s shorts off so he could get to his, the kids had to wait for Steve to finish first (literally) before he would even respond to their calls.

It was the same with taking over the Harrington house for their DnD nights. If Steve was alone they would stay until 1 or 2 o’clock in the morning, snacks and a hot meal provided, and then get a dutiful ride home from an exhausted yet paranoid Steve worrying that if he went to bed then one of the kids wouldn’t make it home and that would be his fault. However if Billy was there, everything was finished and packed away by 9pm, dinner provided, and the rascals had to make their own way home and then call to say they got home safe while the older boys got ready for bed.

It was Billy’s way of getting Steve to take better care of himself. No it didn’t work all the time, but it was a start when Steve was able to set boundries with the kids of his own volition. And when he just couldn’t find it in himself to say no, that was when he relied on Billy to step in.

Steve had spent all day playing chauffeur for his runts and he was exhausted, almost faceplanting the dinner Billy had come over to oh-so-kindly make for them. He barely made it through the first movie cuddled up into the blonde’s side when the phone started ringing.

Naturally, it was the DnD rats.

“Why can’t Eddie give you a ride?”

“Well he can but Chrissy’s gonna be there.”

“I’m sorry, that is a problem how?”

“Uh, it’s going to be uncomfortable Steve.” Dustin patronised down the phone that Steve found ripped out of his hand.

“Find your own way home, we’re busy. And don’t call again.”

“Billy!” Steve admonished when Billy put the phone down on Dustin. He merely shook his head and linked an arm around the brunette’s waist to tug him up.

“C’mon Stevie, it’s late and you’ve had a long day being taxi driver to those little assho-”

Steve’s glare cut him off. Billy couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss the pout off his lips.

“It’s naptime bub.”

At Billy’s gentle tone Steve relented and allowed the other boy to pull him up the stairs and tuck him in first (pyjamas having been applied long ago) before crawling in behind him and tucking their bodies together.

“You promise you’ll wake me if they ring.” Steve mumbled, on the cusp of sleep.

“I promise Bambi, sleep. I’ve got you.”

#randomperson351 #harringrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #soft billy hargrove #the party are runts #steve harrington can't sleep #good boyfriend billy hargrove #fluff #harringrove fluff #do not repost #cuddling #steve has trauma #mentioned eddie x chrissy #mentioned max and el

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randomperson351 · 2 years

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Hospital - Venom

Summary: Venom doesn’t like hospitals. He likes to make this clear.

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Hmm.

What?

Hmm.

What?

Hmm.

...What?

It smells funny in here.

Well it’s a hospital, it would smell funny.

I don’t like it.

You’ve made that clear, thank you for your very important input.

What are we even doing here?

It just a scan, I told you.

Yes but I healed you, you don’t need a scan.

I know you did but the doctor doesn’t know I’ve got an alien living in me that magically heals all my ailments, therefore I still need a scan.

Hmm.

Venom was silent until he smelt disinfectant coming from beneath the exam room.

We should go.

For Godsake. You rolled your eyes.

I’m serious! If we go home now I’ll cook you dinner, nibbles.

And burn my kitchen down again?

That was an accident.

Mmhmm.

I’ll clean the apartment.

No.

Do your work?

I’m still not leaving.

Cuddles?

Venom latched on to your hesitation.

Naked cuddles? With a Venom blanket? And snacks?

V-

We’ll be the iconic cuddling duo!

Oh fine you child.

Yesss! No more smelly hospital for my little Venom.

#randomperson351 #venom #venom x reader #venom drabble #do not repost #sorry its shite

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randomperson351 · 2 years

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Billy and Hopper HC

Summary: HC of Billy and Hopper bonding over their shared hatred of Mike dating Eleven after Billy has decided to unofficially adopt El as his little sister.

Note: Guess who’s back on their Billy shit! I don’t know when this is set, I’m too fucking confused. A bit of present and post-mall I guess? Just enjoy the ride.

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- Okay so first of all? Hopper has decided he loves the new protection Billy has suddenly shown over his daughter, especially where Mike is involved.

- Billy found out the two were still dating when he was bringing El home from playing at the arcades with Max and Mike was waiting in the cabin, sat on the sofa with Hop in his armchair next to him. The Chief had never seen the full extent of Hargrove’s glare until that night.

- He’d admit, at first this new obsession over keeping El close was weird to the older man, especially since he’d caught rumours along the way about Billy’s mean streak and history of violence that seemed to follow him since he moved here; but El seemed happy enough, and Max too, so he let it continue while keeping an eye on it.

- But that glare was all he needed to see. Hopper started noticing how Billy lingered when picking up or dropping off Eleven if Mike was around, how he wouldn’t take his eyes off of them and would make up some ridiculous excuse to go in El’s room as soon as the door closed further than 3 inches.

- He might not have been able to completely stop the two from hanging out privately, Billy knew he couldn’t and, more importantly, wouldn’t do anything unless he had a signal from the Chief; but that didn’t mean he couldn’t stop Max from hanging out with him.

- He point blank refuses to unlock Max’s car door if it’s just Mike waiting. She can pull and pull on the handle but Billy would just light a cigarette and recline his seat, basking in the sun coming in his windshield as he waited for someone else to arrive before releasing the locks.

- When Mike and Eleven break up? Boy, you know this man is gonna be petty as hell. Everyone (especially Eleven) expected him to blow up and try to rip the kid’s head off but no, instead he does little things that annoy the living shit out of Mike.

- Going to pick the girls up from the Byers’ house after a game of DnD (or girl time, in their case)? He’ll gently push Max and El out before him and close the door right in Mike’s face before he can react.

- The weekly get together was at the Wheeler’s house? Oh I’m sorry, Mrs Wheeler just happened to be opening the door as Billy was rebuttoning his shirt. And what’s this? He get’s invited inside to wait while the girls get ready? May aswell play with Holly for a bit and bounce her around the house in his arms, almost making her scream it down when his little sister’s announce they’re ready to go. Mike’s face red with frustration almost explodes when Karen invites him back anytime to come and see Holly, besides anyone can see how much she loves him. With a kiss to Holly’s little cheek and a disgustingly seductive smirk at his mum, Billy exits the house with a smug look in Mike’s direction.

- Lots of other things. Locking him in the car ‘accidently’, locking him out of the car ‘accidently’, bringing an umbrella for Max and El but oh shame, no room for you Mike.

- Continues this far longer than what he probably should’ve been allowed to, Steve eventually steps in and tells Billy to cut it out. Not that he particularly meant it though.

- But then, they get back together. Billy and Jim looked as if they were gonna vom. When the first thing the two did was go into El’s room snickering to each other, the men sat heavily on the furniture and lit up a cigarette.

- By the end of the night, when Billy has to leave to go home, he somehow managed to chainsmoke his way through an entire pack of Marlboro’s; and Hop wasn’t doing much better. Billy sat up and stretched his spine while Hopper got up to get himself another beer, patting Billy’s shoulder in a familial way as he passed as if to say, ‘yeah me too kid.’

- “Alright, I’m heading out, call if you need anything.” Billy stuck his head in El’s door and said his goodnights.

“She won’t.” Mike perked up from his prone position on El’s bed while she read a magazine.

Billy’s stare hardened as he switched his attention to Mike. Before he could wind himself up too much, El stood up and shuffled over to him.

“I will call you. Promise.” And then wrapped him in a hug. Billy hunkered himself around the girl pressed to him, hugging her close.

“If you need someone to slash his tyres, I’m free for the rest of the night.” He whispers, making El giggle.

“You’ll be the first person I call.”

- “So, you kill him yet?” Max asked as soon as he walked in.

“Nah, it would be too predictable. I’ll find somewhere to dump the body first.”

Max laughed as he ushered her to bed.

He wasn’t really joking.

#randomperson351 #stranger things #Billy Hargrove #billy hargrove headcanon #protective!billy hargrove #good brother billy hargrove #little sister max #little sister eleven #billy and hopper are two tired dads #they bond over their hatred of mike #can you tell i don't like mike?#DO NOT REPOST

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randomperson351 · 1 year

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Alfie Solomons

Message Delivery - Tommy sent you and Isaiah to Camden to deliver some things to Alfie, but you don't always get along. So when Isaiah ditches you at Alfie's door, he takes a liking to you.

Russians - After being invited by Tommy to go to the Russians party, as always there was business to attend to.

Cyril Cyril (Part 2) - Tommy finds Alfie alive, and in return for some men Alfie wants his dog back, but that isn't all he gets when he meets you.

Polly’s Daughter - When some of the Shelby's go to Alfie's bakery for a meeting, they also meet his assistant, who looks extremely familiar.

Polly’s Daughter (Part 2) - Y/n struggles to forget the interaction with the Shelby’s, Alfie tries his best to help.

I’ll take your pain away - Alfie helps you through the pain radiating from your body.

Miscarriage - You tell Alfie you've had a miscarriage.

Little Lizzie (Requested) - Alfie catches his daughter with a Shelby, he'll make sure it's the last time.

#randomperson351 #randomperson351 alfie solomons masterlist #do not repost #alfie solomons #randomperson351 masterlist

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randomperson351 · 2 years

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Hiding in plain sight** - Harringrove.

Summary: There is a monster hiding in the woods, and he’s very happy to see a certain familiar face.

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This is an 18+ piece, I will block ageless, blank and minor blogs.

Steve was going to kill those fuckers.

His boyfriend had seen the glowing tree in the woods and goaded Carol and Tommy into daring the recently reappointed King Steve to climb through and see what was on the other side. Now Steve, Steve has already had his fair share of seeing what was on the other side, fought it with a bat in fact. But does that stop a thoroughly pissed off Steve from climbing through anyways to shut his moron friends up? No. It should have. But no.

The other side was red and stuffy, the portal completely sealing off the voices behind him until they were nothing but murmurs. Steve decided he was just going to take the safe route and stay there for a little while; do some looking around, maybe do a bit of stretching but staying firmly near the exit should an emergency arise (as they often did in this place).

Unfortunately this would be easier said than done. A swarm of demobats came hurtling right for Steve’s head, some of their sharp little claws scraping across his back in the process. Steve leapt to his feet and went springing forward, getting further and further away from his only exit and deeper into the woods in front of him. His back stung something nasty when another bat landed on him, only to be viciously ripped off when a vine wrapped around his foot and sent him sprawling to the ground face first.

“Ow.” He whimpered, running his tongue along his teeth to feel if any were missing. He happily came to the discovery that his teeth were all still in his mouth, but there was still a vine attached to his left ankle that didn’t look as if it had any intention of letting go. Steve gave an experimental tug (which was not a good idea) which enticed the vine to wrap further around his leg to his knee, and drag him further into the forrest.

With the demobats gone Steve’s scream for someone, anyone to come and help him echoed through the dense woodland all the way back to his own ears. When the vine finally stopped pulling him, Steve’s beloved polo was rucked up beneath his chest and he could feel his stomach bleeding onto the dirt below. That’s gonna be a bitch to disinfect.

“Tommy!” Another vine wrapped around his right ankle, slithering its way up his leg as the left one had.

“Carol!” They twisted up to cover Steve’s thighs.

“Anyone!” He was desperate to get away from the vines getting dangerously close to his unprotected crotch, trying to army crawl away with his free arms with no success. He opened his mouth to call again when someone answered him.

“Easy Bambi, you’ve got a long night ahead of you.”

Steve froze. He knew that voice. That voice was supposed to be dead, dead and buried. He closed his eyes and hoped it was all a weird dream, he’d wake up in a drunken haze with a skull splitting headache and a vow to never drink again.

“Stevie.” The voice taunted, rounding on Steve’s prone form until it was coming from in front of him. “You can’t get away from me that easily.”

Blue eyes met his as soon as he dared to open them. Squatted before him was none other than Billy Hargrove himself. The ghost. The dead man. The myth.

“There he is, back for more little Stevie?”

“No-”

“One time not enough for the pretty princess?”

“No, just-”

“Aww, sweetheart you shouldn’t have.” Billy cooed in a condescending tone, flicking his wrist to make the vines flip Steve on his back and carry him back to Billy’s little fortress.

“I just need to get back to my friends!”

“Not so fast pretty boy.”

The vines came to an abrupt halt and sent Steve sailing through the air into a familiar bed of darkened leaves and moss; more vines trapping his arms above his head and holding down his middle. “You know the price of freedom.”

“You know how well that worked the last time.”

Billy shrugged. “Worked well enough for me.”

Steve grit his teeth and struggled against the vines, inadvertantly scrubbing his injured back into the leaves.

“Stop it.” Billy placed one of his heavy boots against Steve’s vulnerable groin to still him instantly. “The pretty princess is going to hurt himself.”

"They'll come looking for me."

"Not till I'm done with you." Billy pressed his boot down harder until Steve was hissing in a combination of pleasure and pain-Billy's specialty. When he believed Steve wouldn't try and do something stupid, he released the boy's crotch and relished in his sharp inhale.

"I think it's time we go somewhere a little more comfortable."

Steve could only groan, eyes fluttering to see the blonde's wicked smile as the space around them turned into a bedroom, one identical to the one he'd been in before, laying on a much more comfortable bed with his hands still tied up by his head.

Billy was stood at the foot of the bed looking down at his prey, black veins traversing up his skin and rippling beneath the surface watching Steve wriggle to get loose.

The restraints on his wrists tightened, joined by vines creeping up his ankles beneath his traitorously loose jeans, slithering against his bare skin. Billy almost shivered as they reached Harrington's soft creamy thighs, licking his lips like he was tasting the boy. The unyielding pressure snapped the seams of Steve's jeans and boxers as other smaller vines came up to take the clothing away leaving Steve exposed once his top had been ripped off as well.

Billy undressed himself and crawled up between Steve’s legs until every inch of their skin was touching, Steve hissing once again as Billy’s belly melded to his own scraped up skin. He was huffing and puffing when the smug face finally came into view, directly above his own.

“Painful?”

“Obviously, you are the one who dragged me along the hard-ass ground to get me here.”

Billy ground their dicks together. “Enough of the attitude Bambi, yeah?”

“Well get off then!”

“You still owe me from last time, and I intend to get what I am owed.”

The vines attatched to Steve’s ankles wrenched his legs apart, Billy sinking down nicely between them as he weaved their mouths together, unable to stop himself from writhing closer to Steve’s warmth, his thudding heartbeat pushing blood through his veins down to his steadily rising dick. As Billy claimed his mouth Steve felt something prod against his hole, it was small and slick; too small to be a finger, not to mention Billy’s hands were currently on his chest or wrapped around his throat.

Steve jolted as the slimy thing managed to wriggle its way in, detaching himself from Billy’s relentless mouth and trying to move away from the thing buring itself in his ass.

“Just relax Stevie, I need you ready for me.”

Steve ignored him and gave another fruitless jolt as the thing started expanding, massaging his walls in a frighteningly pleasurable way with its thrusting and wiggling. A hand planted itself in the middle of his chest, holding him still.

“Look Stevie, just relax and let me get you nice and loose or I can fuck you dry, hmm? You’re already doing so well, why ruin it now?”

Billy’s condescending tone brought him back from the edge, enough so that he could try and limit the jumps and pulling that he was doing, although that remained an impossible feat once the vine had reached his prostate and began rubbing against it like a cat. Whimpers, moans and keens were punched out of him with each thrust; Steve was mercifully close to the edge when all the sensations stopped as the vine slithered out of him, hooking teasingly on his rim.

“Sorry pretty boy, you gotta wait for me when you cum.”

“I hate you.” Steve panted.

"Not for long."

Billy eased his cock into Steve’s warmth torturously slow, dragging out every milimetre of pleasure until he’d sunk all the way in. He laughed as the brunette gasped when he began thrusting relentessly, a full belly mocking laughter that created goosebumps on Steve’s skin.

Billy dipped his head and ran his tongue along Steve’s stomach, feeling each contraction when he made the wounds sting and subconciously clenching down on the blonde’s dick. When he’d finished Billy lowered himself back down so he was completely covering Steve again, mixing their saliva together as they kissed making him taste his own blood as their tongues swirled together.

“You gonna cum for me Stevie?”

He was already painfully close to the edge from Billy’s version of foreplay and the constant rubbing on his trapped dick wasn’t helping much either.

“Come on Bambi, together. Let’s do it together.” Billy licked at a tear trailing down Steve’s cheek.

The brunette let out a soundless gasp as his hips pressed flush against Billy, cumming violently against the other boy’s stomach. Billy followed in much the same pattern, filling Steve with his warmth and collapsing down on top of him.

The boys panted while they came down from their respective highs, the vines unravelling themselves from Steve’s wrists and legs.

“That was fun.”

Billy chuckled and rolled them over so Steve was led on top of him with a sleepy, sated smiled on his face.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it pretty boy.”

“Thanks, for doing it for me.” Steve said almost shyly, moving his face away from Billy’s gaze despite the fact that his eyes were still closed. Billy pressed two of his fingers underneath his Bambi’s chin, eyes lighting up when they met two endless pools of glossy brown.

“Out of everything I want to do to you, this was pretty tame Stevie, not gonna lie.”

He snorted and ran a hand over his face, exhausted from the night’s activities though blissfully aware the scrapes on his stomach had healed up from Billy’s touch.

“I should go.”

“Yeah or, you could stay with me for a snuggle?”

“Jared’s waiting for me.”

“What if he wasn’t?”

Steve narrowed his eyes at Billy’s innocent smile. “What have you done?”

“Relax Stevie, he won’t remember a thing. Hopefully.”

“Billy!”

Steve forgot the rest of his protest when he was rolled over onto his back and kissed all over, swiftly leading into round two.

Oh well, Jared would be fine.

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Black and Blue - BH

Summary: Billy sees Max bruised up when picking her up from school. Questions and brotherlyness ensue.

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There was a bruise. On her face.

Actually, there was a massive fucking fist mark across her face.

Swollen, irritated, a good mix of black and blue already. Whoever had done it had got a real shiner in there. Billy would have been impressed, had it not been sitting on Max’s face along with a split lip and if her gait was anything to go by, some damage to her ribs.

She wasn’t skating either. Max held the board loosely to her body while the other gremlins she seemed to have aquired as ‘friends’ escorted her out of school like the President. Max flickered her gaze up from the gravel as she walked, only really being able to see through her unswollen eye, and saw Billy waiting stoically by his car. There was no way he wouldn’t have seen the state of her. Besides the obvious injuries her left shoe was missing its shoe lace, the end of her skateboard seemed to be swaying as she walked and Billy could have sworn she left the house this morning wearing a yellow jumper but now had on a green hoodie.

“I’ll see you guys later.” Max’s voice wavered as she spoke, turning her head slightly so that the others could catch it.

Heading towards the passenger seat, her wall of bodyguards stayed a few feet away from the tumultuous step brother as they looked on with varying levels of concern. Dustin and Lucas tried to act as a semblance of normal infront of the raging bull that was Billy Hargrove, each muttering bye, see you later.

The final straw was how even the Wheeler kid was stunned into silence, just staring at the back of Max’s head the same as mini Byers.

“She’ll be at the arcade at 8.”

The boys jumped when Billy spoke, as if they stared straight through him and forgot who dropped Max to and from school everyday. Usually he was the centre of their attention, given that on most days it was more dangerous if they couldn’t see Billy than if they could.

When they got over their initial shock they stumbled over each other in excuses to leave, Dustin accidently knocking into Will trying to get to their bikes.

Max was sat in the passenger seat patiently as Billy took one last puff of his cigarette before stubbing it out and swinging into his seat.

“What happened to your shoelace?” Billy asked as he played with his Zippo lighter, flicking the lid up and down.

“Lost it.” Max murmured. She stared straight ahead of her out the windshield, not turning to look at her brother.

“Mmm. And your jumper?”

“I’m wearing it.”

“I know that ain’t yours.” He also knew even though the Henderson kid burnt more energy than all of them from his wild movements, even he was dressed light for October in a double layered shirt and t-shirt. “Maaax, where is it?” His thumb held his Zippo closed.

“It doesn’t matter.” Her voice dropped to a whisper as she averted her gaze to her shoelace-less shoe.

“What, and your skateboard, that doesn’t matter too?”

“Billy just stop!” Max went to scrub at her eyes in frustration at the tears that had gathered there and forgot about her open wounds until she touched them; which made the tears worse and so she wiped them harder.

“Hey, hey! Stop that, you’ll make it worse. Don’t want it to scar.” Billy said as he reached over and pulled her wrists away from her face, having to use more force than he thought necessary to pry her hands away.

Next thing he knew, Max had swung her door wide open and was getting out of his car, albeit slower than she wanted but with much determination.

“What do you think you are doing?” Billy flew out of his side of the car as Max whiped round to finally face him, showing him the full extent of the damage done as blood started to trickle down her face like tears where it had been angrily reopened.

“Walking home!”

“Are you really that stupid? You’ll never make it home in the state you’re in.” Billy hoped it was coming across narky instead of the concern he could hear bleeding through.

“Well it’s better than being interrogated the second I get out of school. I’ve had a shitty enough day as it is, I don’t need you making it worse!”

Billy’s teeth ground against each other as Max tried to storm off, everything about the jerky, mechanical movements of her body leaving a sour taste in his mouth. He snorted one last breath before resigning himself to his own stupidity.

“Go away.” Max pushed when she looked behind her after she didn’t hear the camaro leave to see Billy following, eyes glued to her head.

“Nope. If you’re walking, I’m walking, shitbird.”

Max stopped. “That’s stupid.”

Billy shrugged and lit another cigarette. “Almost as stupid as trying to walk across town with an open wound across your face and a few bruised ribs but, you know.”

Max was silent as she stared off with Billy. Usually he would never let her win but in this case it was starting to get cold and he needed to gauge the damage done underneath her clothes.

“Just get in the car Max.” Billy gestured to the idle camaro with his cigarette. He could see how stilted the redhead’s breathing was becoming and doubled down. “I’ll give you extra money for the arcade if you get in the car.”

Max seemed to contemplate his offer if the ignited light in her eyes was anything to go by. “20.”

“5.”

“10.”

“Done.”

She seemed to deflate after feeling as if she’d ‘won’, though Billy wasn’t so sure he’d call it that based on the way he had to stop every few minutes to let her catch up with him. When they finally got there he cranked up the heat and was careful to keep to the speed limits. And if he took the scenic route that took 20 minutes longer but was smoother and had less bends, Max didn’t say anything.

“So, you finally beat her into shape?”

The siblings had long since been home and Max immediately flew to the safety of her room; not before Neil could come out of the bathroom and get a good look at the youngest’s face. He had sat down eerily quietly in his armchair opposite Billy on the sofa as he switched channels to watch the football when he spoke.

“What?”

“You cracked. Held true to the Hargrove name.”

“Wh- I didn’t do that to Max.” Billy tripped over himself to defend the allegations he was hearing.

“S’lright Billy, respect and responsibility, that’s what I taught you. Now, you’re teaching Max, cutting off the seed of disrespect at the bud. Taking responsibility for your sister.”

Billy felt as though he were going to vomit. His dad believing he would follow in his footsteps so easily, condoning the actions that made him lash out in the first place.

“You don’t have to look so worried, I won’t tell Susan. Just say that some kids at school did it.”

“Some kids at school did do it!” Billy exclaimed.

“Exactly.” Neil winked conspiritorially and the blonde stood to leave the room. All those years of threats of what Neil would do to Billy should he lay a hand on his sister, now sounded like challenges, bets, goading to get him to break and turn out just like the man he resented so much. He paced down the hallway and knocked in quick succession on Max’s door, not waiting for acceptance as he opened the door anyway.

“I-I’m naked don’t come in!”

“It’s me.”

What he walked inside to see was Max with an arm still stuck in the sleeve of Curly’s hoodie and a very red face with hair stuck up everywhere. Billy almost let out a hysterical chuckle but choked it down when he saw her still struggling to get out of the offending clothing.

“Alright relax redhead, c’mere.”

Billy beckoned her over and gently pulled her head out of sweater without tugging her injured ribs too much. He found though that the hoodie was apparently all Max was wearing other than her bra which revealed to him the damage beneath. The left side of her body was a volatile red with black and blue teasing the edges where someone had clearly landed a good kick.

“Where are your clothes?”

Max looked away, curling in on her injured ribs and picking up her pyjama shirt.

“Max, enough with the silent treatment. I have been patient enough, now where are your goddamn clothes?”

“I had to trash them, okay!”

“Why?”

“They got ripped up.” She murmured, struggling to put her shirt on. Billy huffed through his nose and took Max’s arm in his hand, helping to pull the shirt over herself.

“How’d they get ripped Max?” He asked softer.

The afore-mentioned merely huffed (albeit gently, the pain preventing much of a reaction). “You know how Billy, you’re bi not blind.”

Just then Susan called them for dinner, faffing around Max when she saw the state of her eye-swelled-shut daughter. Max told her the spiel, Neil convincing Susan not to go down to the school in the morning as it was ‘already being dealt with’.

By the end of the excruciating meal, Max was exhausted. She’d had to bat questions off her mother all night while Billy was staring at her like a pitbull. She made her excuses and left the table after dessert, opting to lay very still in her very dark and very cool room; not that she’d be left alone for long. Billy appeared again, what he thought was ‘silently’ and sat on the corner of her bed, taking care not to disrupt her calm.

“Can I help you with something?”

“No.”

Max didn’t know why she expected anything less, rolling her eyes beneath her closed sockets and she breathed shallowly, the pain killers she managed to take earlier thankfully having some effect. She was starting to feel drowsy when Billy got up from her bed, whispering “I’ll be back in a second” before leaving and returning with some peas wrapped in a towel and one of his own special face towels damp with water.

“Let me clean your face.”

Silently Max lifted her neck a little as an invitation for Billy to do as he pleased, which was him gently cleaning the dried blood off of her cheek before ever so carefully dabbing at the split in her lip until he was satisfied.

“You need to put these on your face or the swelling’ll never go down.”

Max held her hand out in a grabby motion for the peas which Billy swatted away and placed them on her cheek himself. “You shouldn’t be raising your arms if you’ve hurt your ribs.”

“What so you’re just gonna hold them on my face all night?” She asked sarcastically.

“Shut up and go to sleep shitbird. I’ll check on you in the morning.”

Max rolled her eyes but within a couple of minutes she was out like a light. Billy held the peas for a little longer and gently used a couple of fingers to sweep along the yellowing outer edges of her bruise. He knew he couldn’t stay there all night, he had one last thing to do.

“Well what are we gonna do?”

“I don’t know.”

“She said she’d be here at 8.”

“Well technically Billy said she’d be here at 8.”

“So? 8 is 8.”

“Sooo, Billy saying 8 and meaning 8 are two completely different things.”

“Hey.”

“AHH!”

A combined scream pierced the cool Autumn air as Billy’s voice appeared out of the blue as the party were talking about him, scaring the shit out of them.

“Would you relax? It’s just me.”

“That’s exactly why we’re screaming.” Mike’s mouth ran before his brain earning himself a hearty elbow from Dustin.

Billy rolled his eyes and threw Dustin’s hoodie at him, considering the kid was still just in his double shirt. “Thanks for that Curls.”

“What-no yeah, that’s-it’s fine just you know, helping a friend.” He tried to play off, gratefully slipping back into his warmed hoodie from Billy blasting the heat in his car on the way over.

“Max isn’t coming.”

By this point it was well past 8 and it looked as though this ‘party’ his sister had accumulated had just finished in the arcade and were going to make their way back home, after checking in on Max.

“No shit.” Mike whispered, tracing circles into the concrete with his shoe.

“Mike!” The mini Byers hissed.

“I’ll make you a deal. I’ll give you shitheads a ride home since it’s starting to freeze-” the kids shared looks of surprised wonder- “and in return you’re going to tell me in detail who put their hands on my shitty little sister.”

With wide eyes, the party gulped.

“Just hold still.”

“What exactly do you think I’m trying to do?”

It was the next morning and the Hargrove-Mayfield siblings had school, only Max’s injuries weren’t the type to heal overnight and so she actually ended up looking slightly worse than she did the day before. A lot of the wounds that had dried up yesterday were now open and bleeding or needed covering with a bandage. Her eye was still swollen shut along with some swelling along her eyebrow and down her cheek, the slit in her lip had turned black and made it difficult to talk properly because of the irritation moving it caused and she could hardly take a breath without it hitching and having to exhale.

That would be slightly harder to mend.

Thankfully Billy managed to do some light prodding and concluded that the ribs weren’t broken so there was no internal bleeding so they were most likely just bruised and very raw at the moment.

There wasn’t much he could do about the lip since Max would more than likely lick any cream off as a reflex, and the swelling around her eye would only go down with ice and time. The torn and bleeding areas of skin he tried to apply some arnica and sudocream to in order to help the healing; however some areas were requiring a little more coverage.

“You know, we’re gonna have to keep doing this until you stop moving you little shit.”

“It hurts!”

Billy internally faltered at those words falling from Max’s mouth but tried not to show it. Just cleared his throat and pulled her hands away from his wrist, promising to be more gentle as he butterfly plastered her split together and covered it with a gauze pad.

“Alright you’re done, go get your shit.”

Max crinkled with every step she took because Billy had bandaged an ice pack to her injured ribs. She was unable to skate due to the state of her very broken skateboard so all she had to do was carry her backpack to Billy’s camaro, very very slowly.

Upon rocking up to the school carpark, Max noticed all four boys waiting for her as they pulled in, looking pleased to see that she hadn’t died in her sleep or something. Billy hopped out and opened the passenger door, reaching in and gently lifting his sister out of the car; placing her on her feet and ushering her towards the friends that were itching to check she was okay but wouldn’t dare go any closer.

“Hey!” Billy called as they started walking off. “You need me? Come and get me, okay?”

The redhead nodded and Billy turned to walk to Hawkins High, but before she could get much further the boys from yesterday were stood in front of her and the party.

They looked worse than she did. Black eyes, broken noses, limbs in slings and a petrified glance in their flitting eyes. Max immediately stiffened in response, but relaxed when they looked more scared of her, moreso something they saw over her shoulder, than she felt of them.

“What the hell?” Dustin not-so-discreetly whispered.

“You don’t think?” Will asked quietly, hearing Dustin’s comment.

“I absolutely think.” Lucas nodded in horrified agreement.

“Hey so look we’re um-we’re sorry about yesterday.”

“Really sorry.” One of the others chimed in.

“But we know that words don’t mean a lot so we thought you might like some money for the arcade!”

With highly suspicious looks on their faces, the party watched as the boys rooted through their pockets and scrounged up 20 dollars and essentially shoved it in Max’s hands.

“This is weird.” Max said as she held the money like it would bite her.

“What? I don’t know what you mean!” One of the boys nervously chuckled, eyes flicking over Max’s shoulder constantly.

“Yeah yeah, and we thought you might like a new pair of shoelaces.” These were also shoved into Max’s overloaded hands.

“And a new skateboard! It’s the same as your other one, just in better shape.”

Carter rammed the board into Will’s hands, earning an oof from the surprised boy.

“Wh-”

"Enjoy!”

At Max’s confused ‘okay?’ they ran away so fast Dustin started coughing from the dust clouds they produced.

20 dollars?

Shoelaces?

A new skateboard?

Max turned to see what had them so skittish to see Billy stood next to Steve’s BMW staring straight at them as Steve and Robin argued over something or other.

She made an expression that read as a ‘are you serious?’ to which Billy shrugged and flipped her off, turning back to his own conversation at hand and leaning obnoxioulsy close to an oblivious Steve as he passionately fought his point.

If when Max ran (well, her current version of a run which was more like a stilted hop) to Billy’s car at the end of the day with a stupid smile on her face, he kindly didn’t say anything; just as she didn’t when he found the 10 dollar bill she’d snuck in his pocket and saw him melt a little before making his way to her room to change her bandages for her.

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Billy the cook - BH

Summary: Now that he’s back, he’s determined to be the biggest papa bear that there has ever been.

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Billy’s been learning how to cook since his mum was around. She taught him some basics about food and kitchen safety, but then she left and Billy was hauled to the dump that is Hawkins. Every now and then he conceded and cooked dinner for him and Max when they were left alone, but other than that they were left to their own devices.

After his rescue however Billy noticed how thin the people around him were looking, himself included. With Neil out of the way and a large amount of hush money coming in each month, he subconciously started making abhorrent amounts of food as a way to help him cope with the Mind Flayer business, after all he wasn’t able to focus on being possessed if he was chopping onions and boiling pasta simultaneously. But then he was looking in the mirror and could touch his ribs, feel the ridging of his scars as he breathed and found himself needing Max’s help lifting things he used to do alone.

Billy was always quite proud of his body, not afraid to show it off whenever he got the chance; and so came to the conclusion he needed to do some major bulking.

It came to his attention soon enough that Max had slimmed down a lot too, witnessing her brother being used as a homocidal puppet for an evil interdimensional cloud of dust took a lot out of her when she was watching over him recovering in the hospital, no one totally sure if he was going to pull through.

And so his evening binges on bowls of food while watching some music video on the tv became intertwined with watching Max eat her own portion in the kitchen.

Upon discovering his sister was eating the equivalent to a child’s meal for one of her main courses of the day, Billy took it into his own hands to bulk Max up too.

“Max! Come eat.” Their new house big enough to warrant his yelling for once.

He could hear the opening of her door as she walked down to the kitchen, stopping abruptly when she saw the amount of food covering the rarely used table.

“Is someone coming over?” Max asked apprehensively, hoping the answer to be yes over having to further worry over the fact that Billy’s lost his mind.

“Nope.” Shit.

“Well what is going on here cause we are never getting through all of this?”

“Maybe not,” Billy appeared at the dining table with a cloth over his shoulder and yet another plate in his hand, “but we’re gonna damn well try.”

He’s lost his mind.

Nevertheless she sat and scooped out her usual portion before being stopped by Billy almost immediately.

“More.”

“Billy-”

“More.”

It was clearly a moot point and Max huffed but relented, allowing Billy to shovel three more spoonfuls onto her plate before handing it back. Oh well, she didn’t have to eat all of it, right?

She started struggling not even half way through the food; her brother on the other hand was chowing down like a beast, metabolism like nothing the girl had ever seen before. Max went to put her fork down like she was done.

“Don’t put that down.”

“What?”

Billy lifted his head and gave Max an unimpressed look. “At least half the plate, if not more.”

“Billy I can’t just shovel down food-”

“Eat. I’ll feed you if I have to.”

Screwing her face up at the notion, Max picked up her fork and continued to eat until at least half the plate was gone.

Billy was thrilled with himself. Every night that week he had gotten Max to eat at least double what she was before and he could see the improvement; more energy, glowy skin and she fit back into her favourite pair of shorts.

And then there came Eleven. Traumatised sweet little Eleven.

Billy knew of Max’s only girl friend but never really paid her much attention until after the Starcourt ordeal. Hop was out at work and so was quite happy for Eleven to stay with Max instead of the little dickbag Wheeler who she’d broken up with for the fourth time this week, thanks to Max.

The girls had ordered a pizza for dinner and escaped to Max’s room giggling, settling down for the night just before Billy; Max reading El a comic book before bed. Only Billy found himself peckish again later in the night and left his room to see what other treats he could find in the kitchen to see him over till morning.

However upon turning on the dim kitchen light, he found a deer-in-headlights girl staring back at him with a glass of water clenched in her fist.

“Uh hi.”

“Did I wake you?” She whispered, brown bambi eyes locked to his own baby blues.

“No, my fatass stomach did.” Billy attempted to go for a joke, landing as flat as a roof.

“I’m sorry, I’ll leave.” El turned to leave the older boy in peace, staring at the square tiles on the floor when she was stopped by a hand on her arm.

“I can’t eat everything on my own.”

And so the wide eyed little bambi was coerced to the living room sofa where she spilled everything to the older boy about her love life dilemma while they simultaneously shoved cereal in their mouths.

It was the best night El had had in a long time.

As Billy started feeling drowsy, he jerked awake at a weight leaning against his right side only to find Bambi dead asleep lolling over to rest on Billy. He didn’t move an inch for the whole night, just got as comfortable as he could and drifted off with a full stomach and weird fluttery feeling in his chest.

Next on his list was Harrington.

It was no secret that Steve spent all his free time tending to the six or seven brats he’d somehow aquired from school, leaving almost no time for himself, though he’d never complain.

It was only on a particularly gruelling day when Steve had been running back and forth from Family Video, the high school, Robin’s house, the arcade and back to Family Video that Billy really saw how drained the other Bambi in his life really was. Upon dropping Max back at their house, Steve was unceremoniously pulled through the front door as well and tugged into the kitchen, pinned by a glare so strong he thought Billy might bite him if he moved.

“Max, lunch!” Billy called through to his sister, a monster of a sandwich on her plate with an apple and crisps. Her eyes widened upon seeing it but she chuckled when Billy shot her a look as if to say ‘you’re gonna eat that if its the last thing you do’.

She disappeared into her room which left Steve as the main attraction. The boy had been feeling a tinge of dizziness since he woke up and it seemed to only be getting worse the further into the day they got. He was trying to focus on a scratch on the countertop but it just kept spinning the longer he looked at it.

“Steve?”

The mentioned breathed heavily in short bursts, hands planted on the countertop as he tried to stop himself from swaying.

“Steve?”

Billy moved round until he was behind the other boy, hands out to brace Steve if he fell. Which he did, like a damn princess.

Billy managed to hoist him onto his sofa and lifted his legs up. It only took a minute or so before Steve came back round but he was not met with a happy Hargrove.

“Uhhh hi.”

“You are not leaving this couch until I say so.”

‘Until he said so’ was three days later when Steve thought he might actually have to kill Billy with his nailed bat in order to escape the Hargrove house. He felt full constantly and was barely allowed to lift a finger unless it was to spot Billy during his workouts.

“You know, I am more than capable of feeding myself, I don’t need to be your hostage any longer.” Steve brought it up on the sunny afternoon of his third day, Billy shovelling anything sweet into his mouth as they watched The A-Team together. He shrugged and lifted another handful of M&M’s.

“So leave then.”

“That is exactly what I have been trying to do for the last three days, you won’t let me!”

“Hi Munchkin.”

El waved from the kitchen before coming over into the living room.

“You hungry?” Billy asked, sitting up to be eye level with her.

El nodded.

“You want a snack?”

She nodded again.

“Here you go, take these and share them with Max okay?” Billy handed over the rest of his M&M’s and smiled at El and she scurried off again, returning his full attention back to Steve.

The blonde pulled Steve to lie back straight on the couch and climbed on top of him, the brunette definitely being able to feel the extra weight Billy had put on.

“You won’t leave Stevie, cause you like it too much. You like the coddling and the feeding and being taken of.”

Steve spluttered indignantly as his cheeks flamed red.

“It’s okay Bambi. I don’t mind-” Billy paused to lie down all the way ontop of Steve until their noses almost touched- “In fact, I like it. I like knowing you aren’t alone in that big house all day, I like seeing that you’re taking care of yourself, I like taking care of you.”

Steve’s eyes glistened with unshed tears in the afternoon sun. He sniffled before replying with a croaky “Really?”

“Mmhmm.” Billy leant that extra bit forward and rubbed their noses together. “You gonna let me?”

“Okay.”

Billy awarded Steve one of his rare genuine smiles and tilted forward to kiss the brunette, much to the chargrin of themselves when the girls came out to ask about dinner and started squealing and screaming at their disgusting brother spreading his saliva around the communal area.

It was mostly Max and El just followed along not really knowing what was going on.

Billy knew this.

Billy now had to stop kissing his Stevie to chase Max around the house and fake wrestle her to the ground.

El decided to join.

Steve was laughing the whole time instead of helping his boyfriend being pinned down by his sisters.

Billy will have his revenge.

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