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billlydear · 1 year

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Touch starved Billy Hargrove ✨a concept✨

HC - TOUCH STARVED BILLY HARGROVE

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mmm not touch starved billy, love starved billy. he gets plenty of skin-on-skin. a backhand or a shove from his dad, a quick fuck in the backseat of his car, hell, why do you think he takes his shirt off to play basketball, a contact sport? he wants to feel touch, he's just never been given a kind one.

and that's where you come in :) from the very first date you're already shyly reaching for his hand, slipping your fingers between his over the vinyl table of the small diner you're eating at

you watch carefully for his reaction, and he's not really able to hide his shock, he kind of goes stiff. so you're worried you've overstepped, and you start to draw back with an awkward apology, but just before you can pull your hand away completely, he tightens his grip, and squeezes your hand, holding it in place.

“Don’t apologize.” Normally that would be said in a teasing, lighthearted tone. But instead his face is strangely intense, eyes shining under the low lights of the diner.

then it escalates from hand holding to a hug. He drops you off at your front step, and instead of just staying in the car, he walks you up. It’s a pretty cliched first kiss scene, you tell him you had a good time and he agrees with a dazzling smile. There’s a slow, heart-racing lean-in, hitched breath and an eager shine in your eyes, and then he kisses you so soft, you’re not even sure he’s there. He’s not really about special first kisses, preferring to tongue a girl behind the gym. But when your hand comes up to press gently, softly against his cheek, he knows he’s addicted to kindness, soaking it up like a sponge and letting the excess compel him to hold your waist.

he’s not handsy like he normally would be, he keeps his hands firmly planted there while you kiss. It’s soft, slow, sweet, and it feels like waking from a daydream as his pretty blue eyes flutter open to stare into yours.

“Goodnight, Billy.” You whisper, and he’s a goner.

there’s tenderness in your voice, your touch, your gaze, and he lays awake that night thinking about it. It warms him up, knowing that you’d treated him like you care. Maybe you do, maybe you dont, but the feeling is intoxicating, and he doesn’t feel as perpetually angry at the world that night

max notices a change after that. Neil shouts at him, tells him he’s good for nothing, weak, disappointing, and instead of slamming his door and blasting music, probably kicking the bed frame, he offers her a ride to the arcade.

"What?" / "A ride, dipshit, I'm going out and I'll drop you on the way."

and the most insane part, he doesn't even bitch at her in the car. she sits silently and so does he, and when she gets out, he says he'll get her at 8. no threats, no name-calling, just 'i'll pick you up at 8'.

when she gets in the car at 8:10, she's absolutely certain she'll be griped at for being late. but he backs out of the spot, and even asks her about the slap bracelet she'd won inside.

"You get that in there?'"/ "Yeah. I had enough tickets so..." / "What?"

She squints hard at his face while they're stopped at a light, and his own face scrunches in displeasure, "What is it?"

"Are you wearing chapstick?"

The light turns green, and he punches it hard, only remembering to slow down as he pulls his lips between his teeth to lick them. she doesn't ask again, but she spots a tube of it on the ground, strawberry flavored, and definitely not hers.

billy had taken you to the drive-in, and apparently it had fallen out of your pocket when you'd leaned over the center to kiss him. he brought it back to you the next day, knocking at your door and greeting your mother who surprisingly loved him. he wasn't really sure how to react to that, because no girl's mother has ever liked him before, but he's welcomed in and finds you in your room, folding laundry.

he spends the entire day with you, a saturday, just being with you. you teach him how to fold laundry your way, and he definitely teases you about the bras and underwear he finds. in retaliation you whack him with a pillow, and he pretends to be greatly injured after the attack, sprawled out over your bed with his tongue out in a cartoonish display of death

you straddle his waist, peering down at his minutely-fluttering eyelashes. you take his face in your hands, gently, sweetly, and turn it to face you, watching as his pretty blue eyes make a reappearance. he's staring at you, and he looks almost nervous, but he could easily push you off it he wanted to, and he doesn't, so you take that as a good sign.

you trace his features, fingers grazing over the tip of his nose and down through the crease of his chin, just below his lips. then beneath his eyes, along his cheekbones, and smoothing over his forehead. he watches you breathlessly the entire time, a thin layer of tears glossing over his eyes.

when you notice them you stop, nervous that you'd upset him. you ask him what's wrong, hovering over his face only inches away

"I love you." He murmurs, reaching up to cup your cheek.

it's breathless, it's passionate, and it's.. a little early. but that doesn't mean he doesn't feel it. he's just quicker to figure out when he loves someone 'cause he doesn't very often, so it's a new feeling that sticks out to him.

now that he's said it for the first time, watch out.

he's gonna say it 24/7, any opportunity. you hand him a chip? he leans over to bite it out of your hand and goes 'I love you'. he hands you a chip? when you reach for it he'll hold it out of your reach, wait 'till you look at him like wtf? and then say 'love you' with that shit-eating grin of his

he clings to you. his hand is always somewhere on your body, whether it be prying at your own and pulling it into his lap or laying around your shoulders, pressing your sides together

play. with. his. hair. seriously, scratch your nails through his hair, he'll purr like a kitten. brush it out right before his shower, give him a little head massage, that way you can mess up the curls and he'll just reform 'em. comb through it, braid it, put serums and products in it, anything as long as you're touching his scalp

i think he'd really appreciate forehead/cheek/nose kisses, of course he appreciates them on the lips too but it's different, casually intimate and sweet. he's addicted to kissing your cheek, he'll be walking beside you in the mall and yank you closer by where his arm is laid around your hip just to press his lips to your cheek

he kisses your forehead in bed, tugs you into his chest and leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. he might not even lean back up, he might just fall asleep with his face pressed to yours

he's.. obsessed with kissing. like, your lips are constantly swollen. of course he's game for a good steamy makeout session but mostly it's just lazy, slow, soft, sweet kisses, just laying together and swapping spit and touching each other, your leg thrown over his, your foreheads bumping together, his hand on your stomach

speaking of, he'll sleep with his hand under your shirt most nights, either flat and warm against your back or your stomach. and if you ever sneak your hand up his shirt to scratch up his back, he shivers. fully body shivers.

he loves loves loves it when you hold him in your sleep, sometimes he stays awake while you drift off just to watch you get comfy and unconsciously snuggle into his warmth. The first time you do it is while you’re watching a movie on your couch and he misses the last half of the film because he’s just watching you sleep peacefully all snuggled into him

he’s not only grateful that you’re his safe space, but he’s amazed that he seems to be your own. he’s never had a safe space before, even when his mama was around Neil was too. so being with someone he loves without any fear or anxiety is very meaningful to him. It means that when you pass out on his shoulder at the drive-in or let him cart you around to parties just as long as he keeps his arm around you the entire time, he recognizes that you feel safe with him, and that means more to him than he’ll ever be able to express

it’s why he takes such good care of you, he doesn’t ever want to let you down or be someone who fails you. the movie’s too loud and you’re starting to wake? he doesn’t need to see the end of it, the two mcs probably get together. he’ll just drive quietly and slowly back home and let you snooze in the parking lot. party getting too wild? he’ll take you out into the backyard and sit on the porch swing with you, smoke a cig and blow it away from you, let your head fall onto his shoulder with his arm around your waist.

your touch grounds him. he feels safe, secure, loved, supported, happy, and content all at once when he’s touching you, even if he’s just knocking his foot into yours from under the lunch table.

Billy may get touched a lot, but not loved, so when you come into his life, a beacon of all things sweet, he’s going to bask in it, soaking up your love like a big sappy sponge and letting it heal his wounds

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mypoisonedvine · 8 months

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Kinda dark!Neil gets jealous and very possessive over his best friend (reader) when she's dating someone. They end up arguing, he calls her something bad, she slaps him and he kisses her, eventually confessing his feelings.

I got so many requests for various versions of dark neil like yall are FERAL for him and honestly? yeah. mood.

warnings: dark (obviously), manipulation, basically neil is just an asshole lmao

"I just think you can do better," he shrugged, glancing away from you. And even though you'd probably heard it a thousand times, for some reason that one was the last straw.

"I wish you'd just say it, Neil," you spat at him, getting his attention again with a raised eyebrow. "I wish you'd just say what you're obviously getting at."

"What?" he denied, scoffing.

"You know, Craig thinks that you're--"

"Oh, fucking Craig," he rolled his eyes, "god forbid we forget for one second what Craig think-- cause Craig is sooo smart, right?"

"Shut up," you frowned. "You know, if you were really my friend, you'd just be supportive."

"If I was really your friend?" Neil repeated. "What's that mean? What am I if not your friend?"

"I-I-- well--" you stammered, trying again to say it but losing your nerve.

Neil scoffed, crossing his arms as he gave you this nasty, smug kind of smile. "You tell me to just say it, but you can't even say it yourself," he noticed. "You're not that tough, you know."

You pouted a little, looking down at the floor.

"I am your friend," he promised, "but I don't wanna be."

You nervously looked up at him, not sure what that meant, and found him stepping closer.

"I'm guessing Craig told you that-- he's an idiot, but I guess he's not completely oblivious..." Neil sighed, stepping closer to you again-- making you start to step back a little. "I don't wanna just be your friend. There, I said it."

"Wh-what do you want?" you asked, even though the answer was pretty obvious now-- you were still hoping he might give a different answer.

"I want you," he said, and your heart jumped as he stepped closer. "I always wanted you."

"N-Neil, you don't mean that," you breathed.

"I've never meant anything like I mean that," he assured. "And you can lie to yourself or to fucking Craig all you want-- but I know you want me, too."

"God, I defended you," you remembered with wide eyes, "Craig said you were just trying to get into my pants, and I defended you. I can't believe he was right..."

"Did you really not know?" Neil laughed a little. "Sometimes I thought it was obvious."

"No, I didn't know! I trusted you!" you yelped.

"Well, Jesus-- you make it sound like I did something awful," he laughed thinly, "it's not a crime to fall for your best friend."

"But all this time, and you never told me," you sighed, "were you just... waiting? Thinking I'd eventually fall into bed with you?"

"I mean..." Neil stalled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, and you groaned as you rolled your eyes.

"God, you're such a creep!"

He frowned, glaring at you a bit. "Listen, I'm sorry you're so goddamn disappointed, but you don't have to be such a bitch--"

Instantly you put your hand up-- it was pure instinct at that point-- but before you could hit him across the face, he grabbed your wrist and clicked his tongue at you disapprovingly.

"Don't do that," he warned you. "Don't be like that."

"Neil, let go," you whimpered, trying to tug your hand away, but he just grabbed your hip and pulled you into him. His eyes met yours before trailing down to your lips, his own sighing for a moment.

"I wanted you so bad," he said again, softer, "for so long. Enough to drive a guy crazy, you know-- being around you all the time and never having you."

"Neil, please," you whispered back, eyes welling with tears. "Just let me go, please."

"Not until you admit that you wanted this, too," he replied, and you shook your head as you bit your shaking lip.

He frowned again, finally letting go of your wrist and holding your cheek instead.

"We're so much better for each other," he insisted, "I'll take such good care of you, angel. Why won't you just let me do that, huh?"

Instead of giving you time to respond, he suddenly pressed his lips to yours; he held your head when you tried to pull back, forcing you to stay close against him as he hummed quietly against you. You tried to push harder on his shoulders, but he only tilted his head and deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into the opening created by your gasp of protest.

He seemed to think if he just forced it on you long enough, you'd succumb to it, and he got frustrated when he didn't work. He slipped his hand around your neck, tightening it just enough to threaten you with something worse. "Kiss me," he ordered you under his breath, and you felt like you had to at this point for your safety. Struggling to put any real passion into it as your heart raced with fear, you shut your eyes and finally kissed him back; he moaned a little, you even felt him smile and hold you tighter.

You broke away enough to speak again. "We can't-- Neil, this isn't okay," you stammered out.

"It's fine," he promised dismissively as he leaned in again, "I won't tell him."

"N-no, fuck, I don't mean--" you groaned, but you were interrupted when Neil pressed his hips to yours and you felt the bulge in his jeans. "F-fuck, Neil--"

"See what you do to me?" he grinned. "Sorry, I just can't help it-- I swear I'm hard half the time that I'm with you, you're just so cute."

"Are you fucking serious?" you sneered at him.

"You're even cuter when you're angry with me," he laughed, easily pushing your hand away when you tried to hit him again. "C'mon, don't fight me, angel-- please don't fight me."

You were about to ask what the fuck else you were supposed to do when he was acting like this, but you were interrupted as he shoved you down onto the couch, climbing on top of you. "What the fuck are you--?!"

"Shh," he offered, kissing your neck as he started to reach up under your shirt. "Shh, hey, it's gonna be good, okay? You're gonna realize how good we are together."

"Neil, I swear, if you don't get the fuck off of me," you began, gasping as he pinned you down by your wrists.

"Please, baby," he sighed, "I just need you so bad. Okay? I need you so fucking bad I can't stand it-- you're so funny, and sweet, and sexy, and honestly I don't even deserve you, but let me try, you know?"

He really seemed to think this was some grand romantic gesture, and not the most terrifying thing you'd ever seen so up close.

"I'll give you anything you want," he promised, "I'll do anything you want--"

"Get off me."

"Other than that," he added with a little laugh. "I need to show you how much you mean to me... so please don't put up too much of a fight, okay? Because I really don't want to hurt you."

He leaned down and kissed your lips again, softer and sweeter, before kissing your cheek instead and then whispering beside your ear.

"But I will if I have to."

#neil lewis dark smut #dark!neil lewis x reader

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kingedmundsroyalmurder · 5 months

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David Baker has returned to the narrative! David Baker has charmed everyone at the Williamson home, including Timothy! David Baker wants to know why he has been summoned back into this story!

David Baker would like to remind you that he is a eugenicist! "He did not betray the surprise and dismay he felt at learning that Eric had fallen in love with a dumb girl of doubtful antecedents; and the strange case enlisted his professional interest."

So Eric takes David to meet Kilmeny, and David is, of course, utterly bowled over by her beauty. Eric, meanwhile, never passes up a chance to be weird about Kilmeny: "Eric smiled as he recalled HIS first meeting with her. He suddenly realized how far Kilmeny had come since then and how much she had developed." This is how my friend talks about her toddler. 'Oh, she's developed so much these past few months! She's so much more confident now!'

There is also, as others have already pointed out, a massive difference between having an appointment with someone who has come recommended by someone you trust and looking up when you think yourself alone and suddenly seeing a complete stranger staring at you. Like, never mind the fact that Kilmeny has had the worldview-shattering character moment of finding out her true reflection, she was expecting David Baker.

“Eric, she is simply unutterable!” said David in an undertone. “Last night, to tell you the truth, I had a rather poor opinion of your sanity. But now I am consumed with a fierce envy. She is the loveliest creature I ever saw.”

I suppose there is something admirable in how blatantly all these men state that all they want from a wife is a pretty trophy. I'm also curious if we're ever going to get David Baker's tragic romantic backstory, which was alluded to back in chapter one.

Eric leaves David with Kilmeny and goes off to school. I had thought he was done for the summer -- are we into fall by this point? I have fully lost track of the timeline of this book. It's all a kind of hazy dream of endless summer. Again, we can definitely see the kernel of something that Maud will become much better at over her career. She eventually uses the seasons extremely deftly, tying the setting, the time of year, and the narrative together seamlessly. Even within one season, she will take us from early summer to high summer to late summer and the passage of time will matter. Here, I have no idea how much time has passed. I feel like the last month marker I saw referenced was July? But maybe it's now September? I have no idea.

Anyway, we run into Neil again. Remember Neil? Yeah, he's not doing so hot. "Neil’s face had grown thin and haggard; his eyes were sunken and feverishly bright; he looked years older than on the day when Eric had first seen him in the brook hollow." Eric feels a sudden surge of pity and asks Neil if they can be friends, while delivering a complete non-apology. Eric is not even listening and learning, that would be better than what he actually says. What he says is, "I am sorry if I have been the cause of inflicting pain on you."

Eric is very sorry you were offended. Eric does kind of think he did nothing wrong and this is entirely a you problem though.

Neil, unsurprisingly, does not want to be friends. Dire proclamations of 'I'll get you back yet!' aside, I wouldn't want to be friends with someone who had only ever been a dick to me, even without heartbreak in the middle.

But we put Neil out of our mind, because why should we spend any time worrying about this man who has threatened vengeance on us several times? There's a woman to talk about! Eric goes home and finds David, who tells him that there is nothing physically wrong with Kilmeny at all. Her trouble is psychological, not physical. There is nothing that a doctor can do for her. What David does say, however, is that he thinks maybe Kilmeny could cure herself, if she "wants it badly enough." This is straying very close to victim blaming, but I'm actually not mad at it because it is reminding me very strongly of the climactic scene from Ella Enchanted, when she breaks her own curse through sheer willpower and wanting it badly enough. And imagining Kilmeny bursting out the door and proclaiming, "I shan't marry the prince!" is tiding me through.

Meanwhile, David Baker is playing with an antimacassar decorated with a lion, and it has to be symbolism, because this has so far not been a book that draws attention to non-plot relevant props, but I cannot for the life of me figure it out. He pokes his fingers through the lion's eye-holes as he's delivering his verdict, which could just be a crude metaphor for curing Kilmeny with sex but feels awfully violent. Anyone have any ideas?

Eric protests that Kilmeny does want to speak, and David says:

“Yes, but I do not mean that sort of wanting, no matter how strong the wish may be. What I do mean is—a sudden, vehement, passionate inrush of desire, physical, psychical, mental, all in one, mighty enough to rend asunder the invisible fetters that hold her speech in bondage. If any occasion should arise to evoke such a desire I believe that Kilmeny would speak—and having once spoken would thenceforth be normal in that respect—ay, if she spoke but the one word.”

So Margaret repressed her own desire to speak and forgive her father so strongly, and under such a weight of emotion, that it will take a similar emotional event to unlock Kilmeny's ability to speak. Honestly I wish LMM had been able to just include a supernatural element here, because 'Margaret Gordon cursed her daughter with literal magic' would be so much simpler than this weird medical-but-not-but-kind-of-supernatural-but-not thing the book has going.

Eric is distraught, because he knows Kilmeny will never agree to marry him while she is still mute, and there seems to be no way to change her ability to speak. He can't rely on a climactic emotional event to occur, after all. He goes to the Gordon house and finds that Kilmeny has refused to see him. Janet hands him a note that says he must never come back, because it will be better for both of them if he forgets her. She is calling him Eric instead of Master, which is nice.

Eric, who does not know how to take no for an answer, says that Janet must go upstairs and fetch Kilmeny down and make her see him. Janet obliges, but Kilmeny will not be made. Like her mother before her, Kilmeny hears a man she loves pleading with her to come down and see him and will not do so. Eric comes back the next day, and same thing. She will not see him. Janet sits him down and says that, since Kilmeny won't marry him, he should stop coming to the homestead. It would be better if they didn't see each other anymore.

“I know I am asking a hard thing for your own good, Master. It is not as if Kilmeny would ever change her mind. We have had some experience with a woman’s will ere this. Tush, Janet, woman, don’t be weeping. You women are foolish creatures. Do you think tears can wash such things away? No, they cannot blot out sin, or the consequences of sin. It’s awful how one sin can spread out and broaden, till it eats into innocent lives, sometimes long after the sinner has gone to his own accounting. Master, if you take my advice, you’ll give up the Lindsay school and go back to your own world as soon as may be.”

At this point it's starting to feel as though, rather than Kilmeny being the one to venture into fairy land, it is Eric who has crossed the threshold into another world. I haven't really gotten a lot of otherworldly vibes from Lindsay or the Gordons for a while, but now they're back with a vengeance. And with them, the hint of a more interesting story! Once again, if this story had been able to fully commit to the magical/supernatural elements, it would be a lot stronger and more interesting. Eric, with his capitalist mindset and strong ties to the outside world via logic and learning, having to navigate fairyland would be interesting. But Eric hasn't learned anything, and so his being ejected from fairyland without his fairy queen doesn't have the ring of tragedy that it should.

#kilmeny of the orchard #kilmeny readalong #i was hoping to finish this today #but i got started late and that is not going to happen #so i think i will leave you here #on a tantalizing glimpse into what this story could have been

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longlostreader · 1 year

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Billy Hargrove- I hate you pt 6

The smile didn’t leave Billys face as he drove home. He hadn’t been this happy in years. You were just so perfect. Sure you could be a bitch sometimes but he loved that side of you too. After tonight he knew he was really falling for you. Billy wasn’t one to be so cliche especially with feeling like love, but he swore he felt sparks when you kissed him. He still couldn’t believe you did it. The moment kept replaying in his head over and over. He was determined to do whatever he had to to make you his girl.

Your parents already seemed to like him too. That was a bitter sweet moment for Billy. Seeing your parents so happy and in love. He knew that’s exactly the type of relationship he wanted with you, but deep down it hurt him seeing how perfect your family was and remembering the home he was driving back too. Billy was already looking up to your father so much. He didn’t even realize it. When your dad called Billy son it was a wild feeling. He didn’t just want you to love him, he wanted your family to love him too. He kept imagining more perfect nights like tonight. You in his arms playing dumb bored games and laughing with your parents. You were his key to happiness. To a better life. Those happy thoughts were caught short when he pulled into his driveway. Thank God Neil wasn’t home yet.

He walked in and Max was sitting at the table finishing up her homework. “Were picking someone up on the way to school tomorrow. Don’t be weird okay?” “You. Billy. Are driving a girl to school? She must be pretty special.” Billy wanted to tell her to shut up but instead he said “Yeah. Yeah she is.” and went to his room leaving behind a very shocked Max. Billy practically passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow. The last thought he had before drifting to sleep was you.

Billy woke up early the next day. He cooked himself an actual breakfast instead of just his usual cup of coffee. Max stopped dead in her tracks when she walked in the kitchen to see Billy dancing around and humming to himself. He noticed her mid spin and immediately stopped moving. “Um sit down Max I made you some too.” Max didn’t have a clue what to say as she sat down at the table. Billy had never ever done anything like this before. He presented her with a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast and went to the fridge to grab her some orange juice before he sat across from her and dug into his own plate. She timidly took a bite of the toast never taking her eyes off him. Billy felt her staring and finally looked up from his plate. “What?” He asked with a mouth full of food. “Ew don’t talk with your mouth full. It’s just. You’ve never done anything like this before. This girl really is special isn’t she. I’ve never seen you in such a good mood before.” “I’m crazy about her honestly. It’s really weird. I’ve never wanted to be with someone so bad before.” “Well if she makes you this happy I’m excited to meet her, but seriously when you take her out swallow your food before you start talking.” Billy just responded with an eye roll and they finished their breakfast in silence.

Billy made sure he looked good. He kept a couple extra buttons of his shirt unbuttoned and probably sprayed too much cologne. Smelling good was just as important to him as looking good and he always kept extra gum or mints on him. He even dabbed on a little chapstick before he yelled for Max that it was time to leave. She climbed into the backseat so she wouldn’t have to move once they picked you up.

As soon as you heard his car coming down the street you grabbed your bag and headed out the door. You wore a shorter skirt than you usually would to school and put on a little extra makeup. You wanted Billys eyes on you today no one else. Billy parked outside just as you started heading down your porch steps. He stepped out to open the passenger door for you. His eyes widened when he finally took you in. You looked hot. Your shirt showed off your beautiful thighs and all Billy could think about was his head between them. He tried to shake the thought as you approached. “Well look at you being such a gentleman. Picking me up and opening my door, I’m shocked Billy.” You teased. Billy just chuckled and said “You look beautiful princess. Not sure how I’ll be able to keep my hands off you today.” Your face went red hot as you took your seat in the Camaro. “Hi! I’m Max.” You heard from behind you. You turned around to see an adorable red headed girl with a bright smile. “Hi Max, I’m (Y/n). It’s really nice to meet you.” Billy just started to drive away from your house when Max asked “So are you two dating?” “Max! Stop talking.” Billy shouted. She just stuck her tongue out in response and you laughed. “No, not dating. We’re just partners on an English project.” You explained. The rest of the car ride was filled with the loud bass of Billys rock music. You were actually starting to enjoy the sounds and made a mental note to ask him about some bands later.

Pulling into the school parking lot you got a little anxious. You knew there would be a lot of eyes on you, and you’re sure a lot of angry glares from girls Billy had slept with before who never got a ride to school or even a phone call from him. Billy parked the car in his usual spot and opened up the door for you. Max stepped out behind you and grabbed her skate board. “See ya later (Y/n)” she shouted behind her as she rode over to the middle school. Thats when it happened. All eyes were on you. You froze, your body completely tensed up. You could hear faint whispers around you. Billy noticed how uncomfortable you looked and put his hand on your back pulling you closer to him. “You okay?” He whispered in your ear. The motion pulled you from your trance. Your eyes met his and your body instantly relaxed. “I am now. Can we hurry up and go inside though, I’m not used to so many eyes on me.” “Of course.” His hand never left your back as he lead you inside. Even some of the teachers were staring. No one would have expected Billy Hargrove to show up with a girl, especially you. You were very vocal about how much you hated him, but here you were. Together. In front of everyone. “Whats your first class?” He asked. “I’ve got newspaper with Nancy and Robin.” “Can I walk you there?” “If you want to. You don’t have to.” “I know I don’t have to princess. I do want to, I just wanna make sure this isn’t too much for you right now.” “Well thank you. I really appreciate it.” You made it to the door, thank god there was never anyone in this hallway. Theres only 4 of you on Newspaper right now anyway. You, Nancy, Robin, and Jonathan. Billy turned to face you. “I’ll see you after class princess.” He looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was around before kissing you on the cheek and walking away.

Why was he being so sweet? This wasn’t the Billy you or anyone else knew of. He was being gentle and considerate. Your thoughts were cut short when you walked into the classroom and saw a very wide eye Robin looking at you. “I saw the whole thing.” She said. “Robin, I’m begging you please don’t say anything.” “Are you two dating?” “No no we aren’t dating-.” “Oh my God did you sleep with him!?” “No I didn’t sleep with him. Please just drop it and I’ll explain everything later.” “Fine, but don’t think you’re finding a way out of this conversation, and don’t think

I haven’t noticed the short skirt and makeup either.” “I promise I’ll tell you later. I just don’t want Nancy hearing right now.” As if on cue you heard Nancy and Jonathan coming down the hallway. You gave Robin one last pleading look and she held her hands up in defense. You let out a small sigh of relief just as Nancy walked in. “Hey guys! You ready to get started?” She said with a bright smile.

Newspaper always seemed to end too quickly. The bell rang and the four of you left laughing. I’ll see you guys at lunch you said as you rounded the corner. You felt two strong arms grab you and pull you into an empty classroom. You yelped as he pulled you closer into his chest and heard him chuckle. “Billy you asshole you scared the hell out of me.” “I’m sorry, I just haven’t had a moment alone with you since last night.” “Oh and why exactly would you want a moment alone with me?” You teased. “You know why. Now are you gonna let me kiss you again or do I have to take you on a date first?” “You wanna take me on a date?” “Yeah, I was thinking classic dinner and a movie, but I’ll take you to do whatever you wanna do.” “You actually thought about this? Like you seriously wanna take me on a date. In public?” He laughed again. “Thats what I just said isn’t it? Unless you don’t want to.” You responded by kissing him. God you missed his lips. You couldn’t get over how soft they were. He picked you up and sat you on a table standing between your legs. His hands danced up your thighs and he squeezed the doughy skin causing you to let out a soft moan against his lips. He took that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You could feel him starting to get hard. You almost forgot you were in school. Almost. You lightly pushed him off “Billy, we have to get to class. I can’t be late.” “Fine. So can I pick you up tonight? 7, for our date?” “7 is perfect now let me up I gotta go.” “Okay okay. One more kiss before you leave?” You laughed as you leaned in. He kissed you slower this time. Savoring the feeling. “Bye princess.” “Bye Billy.” The smile never left your face as you walked into your next class. You made it into your next class just in time. The teacher gave you a questioning look, you’ve always been extra early. You just took out your notebook and got ready for the lesson. It was extremely hard to focus. You were going on a real date with Billy. He never took girls out, just slept with them. You weren’t sure what made you different but it made you weak in the knees.

Your second and third period seemed to drag on today but thankfully it was time for lunch. In your extra efforts to look cute today you totally forgot about breakfast so you were starving. You made it through the line quickly and made your way over to robin. You sat down and your eyes wondered across the lunchroom. You were pleasantly surprised to see Billy sitting between his friends without his usual fan club of girls hanging on his arms. His eyes met yours and he shot you a cute smile and a wink. You smiled back before Robin broke your attention. “So you gonna tell me what’s going on with you and Hargrove now?” “Oh um yeah well long story short were partners on our English project and um. I guess we’re going on a date tonight.” “You guess you’re going on a date tonight. I thought you hated his guts.” “Well I mean I did but he’s a lot different than I thought ya know. At least with me he’s really sweet.” “Well you know if he breaks your heart I’m licking him, and then I’ll write the worlds most embarrassing eulogy in the school paper.” “You laughed at her comment. “Thank you Robin, you’re the best.” “I know I am.” “Where’s Nance?” “Probably sneaking off with Jonathan.” You both continued the rest of lunch talking about the paper and upcoming movies and halloween costume ideas. The thought brought you back to Billy. Would you two be together come halloween? Would he be willing to let you dress him up in a cringy matching costume? It wasn’t long before the bell rang and you said goodbye to Robin again. You were anxiously waiting for last period. You just wanted to see Billy.

Thank God the bell finally rang and you made your way to English. Once again Billy made it there before you, waiting in the seat behind yours. He watched you walk in with that signature smirk on his lips. “There you are princess.” “Here I am. Gosh Billy its almost like you missed me or something.” “Maybe I did.” “Oh? Well maybe I missed you a tiny bit too.” “So, drive in theater alright with you? They’re playing Terminator at 8:15.” “Sounds great, you didn’t just pick some gore movie so I’d have to hide in your arms right?” “Of course not. I’d never do a thing like that.” You let out a small laugh before turning your attention to the teacher as she began her lesson. The last 20 minutes of class were spent reading more of Pride and Prejudice. After about 5 minutes into the silence a note fell on your desk. You opened it up to see the very sloppy handwriting:

Do You Like me?

Yes or No

God he was such a dork. You circled Yes and handed it back to him. Pretty soon another note landed on your desk.

But do you like like me?

Yes or No

“You’re such a child.” You whispered back to him. “Just answer.” He said back. You wrote Maybe and tossed it back. You watched him roll his eyes and start writing again but you were both interrupted by your teacher. “This is reading time not note passing time.” You both mumbled a small ‘sorry’ and got back to the book. The bell finally rang and you’ve never been more excited. Billy walked you to your locker again. “So I’ve got basketball practice again. Did you wanna stay and watch or do you wanna go home before our date tonight.” “I think I’m gonna go home, I’ve got some homework to catch up on.” “Do you need a ride. I can drive you home real quick.” “Thats okay, I can have Robin run me home, or catch the bus. I don’t want you to be late.” “Alright Princess. I’ll see you at 7.” “Bye Billy.” “Bye beautiful.” You were beaming walking into the parking lot. You quickly ran to meet up with Robin and she of course agreed to give you a ride home. As long as you gave her all the details about your date. When you got home you immediately ran to the shower. You may have lied about having homework. You just wanted to look perfect tonight.

#billy hargove x reader #Billy Hargrove #imagines #billy hargrove imagine #stranger things imagine

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day 7 of @chrisginnyweek !!

day 7 prompt: together

my interpretation: fluff. just pure fluff.

summary: the day after the play chris and ginny decide to go for a walk in the snow together

on ao3!!

i'll crawl home to her

“I always forget how pretty the snow is,” said Chris, her smile as sparkling as the apparent winter wonderland that surrounded them.

“Yeah, it really looks like something out of a fairy-tale,” replied Ginny, looking around.

It was the day after the performance of A Midsummer Night’s Dream (and the evening the girls had spent in the forest with Neil and his friends) and they had decided to go for a walk in the park and enjoy the gorgeous wintry weather. The snow had fallen even more overnight, so the park they always went to was covered in a thick blanket of gleaming white, reflecting all light that hit it and making the surroundings glow. The trees looked like something from a painting, and it made Ginny wish she had brought her camera with her to capture the moment.

There were very few people outside due to the below freezing temperatures, so the two of them were comfortably walking through the park hand in hand. Well, they could barely feel the other’s hand due to the thick gloves they were both wearing, but the idea was there. The lower half of Ginny’s face was covered by a thick light blue knitted scarf, which Chris had definitely not laughed at when she first saw her wearing it. Chris didn’t have a scarf; the fur on the inside of her brown coat seemed to be doing a good enough job at keeping her warm.

“You know,” Ginny sighed softly, her breath visible in front of her as she exhaled. “I originally felt bad turning Neil down on his offer to go somewhere with him and his friends today, but as much as I love him, I’d rather be here with you. Just you.” She turned her head so she and Chris locked eyes for a moment.

“Really? You know I wouldn’t mind hanging out with those guys instead if you wanted to go and meet them.”

“No, I mean it.” Ginny squeezed Chris’s hand. “I love spending time with you. Besides, I think we had enough of the boys last night with their cave poetry.”

Chris laughed, shaking her head slightly in amusement. “Yeah, that was pure chaos. Todd’s poem was really good though!”

“It was, actually. Did you see Neil’s face as he read it, though? That boy is smitten, I swear.”

“Literally. That cave was so dark, but I could just sense the pining.”

They both knew that was a bit hypocritical given the two of them had been pining after one another for months before finally admitting their feelings. Ginny had probably spent more time staring at Chris with a lovestruck glint in her eyes than she’d spent looking at her any other way.

Ginny hadn’t noticed she’d zoned out, she was too busy thinking about all the time she had spent worrying alone in her room that Chris might never feel the same way she did about her, that she might not want to be friends anymore if she ever found out. She knew that realistically that would never happen - Chris was probably the least prejudiced person she knew - but there was always that dark part of her mind that kept asking what if?

She was pulled out of her imagination by Chris’s voice, but she was further away than Ginny remembered her being.

“Hey, Gin!” she called.

Ginny didn’t even have chance to fully turn around or reply before she was hit in the chest with a snowball, stepping backwards with the impact. She hadn’t noticed Chris had stepped off the path and onto the grass and was busying herself with the snow, apparently collecting ammunition.

“Hey!” Ginny replied, crouching down to make her own snowball to throw back at her girlfriend.

Chris shrieked as Ginny hurled it at her, but just managed to dodge it.

“Ha!"

What was originally a playful moment eventually escalated into a full-blown snowball fight, the two girls constantly picking up snow to toss at one another, giggling away to themselves like schoolchildren. It was the first time in a while that they’d been able to just let go and enjoy themselves, and both of them were loving it.

However, in trying to throw a rather large clump of snow at Ginny, Chris lost her balance and fell over, landing on her back.

“Ow…” she groaned as Ginny walked over to her, laughing.

Ginny stood next to her, looking down. “You know, for someone who ice skates you really do have the worst balance sometimes,” she teased.

Chris scoffed, faux-offended.

“I’ll show you bad balance.”

Within a second, Chris had reached up, took both ends of Ginny’s scarf in her hands and pulled her down so that she fell practically on top of her. Their noses crashed together, leaving their lips barely even an inch apart. Chris pulled the scarf again, bringing their mouths together. The feeling of their lips on each other’s was comforting and warm compared to the crisp, cold air surrounding them, and it made both of them never want to move…for about thirty seconds, at least.

“Wanna go home?” Ginny asked. “I’d love to keep doing this, but someone will see us eventually. And also my hands are numb, even with the gloves.”

“Yeah. This was so fun, but I don’t think I’m gonna be able to feel my feet for much longer.”

Ginny rolled off Chris and slowly stood up, regaining her balance.

“Come on,” she said, offering her hand out to Chris to help her up.

She took it, and they continued to hold hands all the way back to Ginny’s house. They walked even closer together than they had before, desperate for the warmth of the other.

When they entered Ginny’s house, they both wordlessly went up to her room to change out of their cold, wet clothes and into their pyjamas. Within ten minutes, they were sat on the couch in the living room, curled up together with a blanket and hot chocolates. Their legs gradually tangled together beneath the covers until eventually it became difficult to tell whose limbs were whose. Chris was lying with her head on Ginny’s shoulder, both hands on her mug of hot chocolate, and Ginny had one hand carding through short blonde hair while the other was busy propping a book open on her lap.

“What are you reading?” Chris asked after taking a sip of her drink.

“The Poems of Emily Dickinson, it’s an anthology of all her works. Neil bought it for me.”

Neil and Ginny had both bought each other presents for the night of the play. Neil had found the poetry book in one of the local bookstores and bought it, knowing Ginny had once borrowed a different Dickinson collection from the library and loved it.

“She writes about women the way you talk about Chris,” he’d sad after she’d opened it, and Ginny felt a a wave of joy wash over her, so intense she nearly forgot to give Neil his own gift.

Ginny hadn’t known what to get him so had decided on something with more sentimental value instead – she’d torn out the page of her A Midsummer Night’s Dream script that featured Puck’s final monologue and framed it for him. He got really excited after opening it, saying it was going to go up on the wall in his and Todd’s dorm, right next to the original auditions poster and a collection of photos of himself and the other poets with the Polaroid camera Meeks got for his last birthday.

Ginny had been far too tired to start reading the night before, and had only flicked through and marked the ones she remembered were her favourites by folding the corner of the page, but curled up under a blanket with Chris had felt like the perfect moment to get inside the head of a 19th century woman who had a way with words about life, death, nature and women.

“Read one to me,” Chris said, tucking her head further into the crook of Ginny’s neck and getting somehow even more comfortable.

Ginny seemed to hum in contemplation, flicking through her book, finally turning to a page that she’d folded the corner of and reading:

“To see her is a Picture,

To hear her is a Tune,

To know her an Intemperance

As innocent as June

To know her not – Affliction,

To own her for a Friend

A warmth as near as if the Sun

Were shining in your Hand.”

“It’s beautiful,” Chris said quietly. “Read another.”

And so Ginny did. She read Chris her favourite Dickinson poems, all the ones where she talked most beautifully about a woman – her best friend, but also clearly something more. She had just finished reciting Sue – forevermore! when she noticed Chris had fallen asleep on her shoulder. She laughed quietly to herself, then took the mug from Chris’s hands and placed it and her book on the small table beside her. She leaned down to press a soft kiss to Chris’s head before getting comfier herself, following her girlfriend into a warm, restful sleep on the couch.

#guys can u tell i like emily dickinson #also how is it the last day of chrisginny week already :((#this was so fun <3 #dps #dead poets society #dps fandom #dps fanfic #chris noel #ginny danburry #chrisginny #chrisginnyweek

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A question

Professor!Natasha x Student!Reader

Summary: Natasha’s and y/n’s car ride and conversation leads to an interesting conversation. After y/n was dropped of at home by her, she talks to her best Friend about her new crush and has an eventful night.

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"I have a question." she suddenly said.

I looked at her confused as to what her question would be. It came out of nowhere after all. "Yeah sure, go ahead."

She inhaled through her nose before asking, which couldn't mean the best for me. "Are you the Daughter of the Politician Neil Martens?" she looked very serious and I knew that she would at least hate me from now on.

He was my Father, yes, but I wouldn't call him my Dad. The title "Dad" isn't something you just get by making a baby, but you need to actually be present for the baby.

I get that he is a very busy man, he is on the Supreme Court Members after all. He doesn't belong there in my opinion though. Because people who initiate laws where guns have more rights than women belong in a casket, nowhere else.

And yes, he is also the man who said "Your body, my choice." and I swear I could kill him for that.

"Yes, he is." I then finally admitted after a long pause, fidgeting with my hands, scared she was gonna throw me out because I was related to one of the biggest assholes in human history.

"Are you like him?" she then proceeded to ask. Why would she want to know? Most people don't talk to me after finding out he is my father, why does she care what I think about my Father?

"No. Absolutely not, I'm actually trying to distance myself." I looked to my left to see her having a tight-lipped smile on her face, she was obviously uncomfortable and looked like she was thinking about something.

"So that's how you ended up in that neighborhood." she concluded "Yes, my older brother and I live there together. Our father gave us a pretty big house so we wouldn't cut him off. Do you know the neighborhood? Is that why you don't have to use the Navi?"

She nodded a bit before mumbling something about her sister or so, I couldn't quite make it out though. After that, a surprisingly comfortable silence settled in and I finally had some time to think about the day.

I thought about how immensely dumb I was for not checking the location of my classroom and for being late just because I needed Starbucks so bad that I ran over one of my most important teachers this year, all because I had to sprint to class.

Then I noticed how I still didn't know how to get there myself, which was a big problem because I don't think Ms. Romanoff would ever be nice to me again if I'd be late one more time.

Which made me think, why does she like me so much? She hasn't even known me for more than 12 hours and she is driving me home? I didn't even get Detention for being late? And from what I've heard, she was the Queen of giving Detention to anyone.

I figured that I wouldn't find out anyways, so why stress about it? For the time being, I would just enjoy her not being the asshole I heard about. Because rumors spread easily and everyone who knew I'd been late to her class had been giving me sympathetic looks all day.

Then finally after a good 30 minutes of being in the traffic jam, we were able to drive again. We didn't talk after that, I guess she realized that driving her student home wasn't the best idea she's ever had.

After a few minutes of driving, we arrived at my house. She let me out and said goodbye, I expected her to drive off the moment I would close the door, but she waited until I was in my house to drive home. She certainly meant it when she said that she'd make sure I'd get home safe.

The moment I got into the house, my older brother came rushing toward me and hugged me very tightly. "God where the hell were you? I was so worried about you!" He then let me go so I could take off my coat and shoes. He then looked at me expecting an answer on why I was about seven hours late.

"Remember that super strict teacher I told you I was so excited about? Ms. Romanoff?" he nodded "Well since I couldn't find the lecture hall, where her class was placed, on my own, I was ten minutes late. I wasn't allowed to join the class, since I was late. So she gave me Detention, in which she gave me the same lesson she gave this morning, but I had to do the homework right after, which took very long, so that's why I'm late. I'm sorry."

He looked at me sympathetically and led me to the kitchen where my favorite food was provided and ready on the dinner table. Ramen noodles with spicy sauce, delicious.

After I was done eating dinner my brother talked to me about my day in general, he was super excited for me.

After that, I went upstairs to my Master bedroom to call my best friend, Johanna. Closing the door behind me, I let out a sigh. That was a very eventful first day at college.

Whilst changing out of my jeans and shirt, I hit the call button on Johanna's contact information. It didn't even ring for more than five seconds before I heard an annoyed "Bitch what do you want?" I laughed at her greeting, you really don't need enemies when you have her as your best friend.

"I wanted to tell you about my smoking hot English literature teacher." I started, Jojo made an excited "Uhhhh" before letting me continue. "So, she is red-headed, with absolutely amazing curves in all the right places, and her voice! Omg her voice! It's so raspy and just wow. But not only that, she also drove me home! And-"

My best friend interrupted me before I could speak any further. "Why in the heavens would your teacher drive you home? Isn't that a bit too private?" she asked a bit concerned.

"Yeah, but since I had detention because of her and she was the reason I would have had to walk home, at 10 pm, she felt bad so she told me to just let her drive me. She even knows the neighborhood!"

I knew from the not so approving "Mhmmm" she gave from her, that she didn't really trust my Professor. But I've always been a Teachers Pet, so she should be used to me getting along pretty well.

"And why did, out of all people, the perfect y/n Martens detention? You didn't get detention since we did that thing in 6th grade." God that memory still makes me cringe by just thinking about it.

"I was late for her class. No biggie." I said calmly making my way into my bathroom. "What?You?Late? HOW?!" Johanna exclaimed loudly, so explained my whole chaotic morning to her.

After we talked for a little while, we decided to go to bed, said good night and made plans to call the next evening again, if we weren't "stuck with our amazingly hot new Professor" by the time we scheduled our call. God that girl sometimes gets on my last nerve with her teasing.

I quickly showered, then did my hair and skin care before brushing my teeth and going to bed. But I just couldn't sleep, my mind was too clouded with a certain amount of redhead.

I knew it was wrong, but she was just too stunning to not think about her. My mind was filled with the most sensual imaginations about my Professor.

I was bent over her wooden desk, her paper work long forgotten as it laid on the floor. Her hand was slowly making it's way from my thighs to the swell of my ass. Getting excited that she was about to touch me in all the places I needed her.

But before she even made a move to touch my dripping wet cunt, she gave my ass a firm spank. "Count slut." I was confused at first and when i didn't immediately didas told, she gave me another spank on the exact same spot.

"Yes, One." I said hoping to ease her mind with obedience. "Yes who?" she said from behind me, whilst massaging the stinging flesh of my behind.

And yet again I didn't answer fast enough for her liking, another hard spank. "Yes ma'am. Sorry. Three." she hummed approvingly at my statement before starting to spank me raw, making me wetter with every strike landing on my ass.

She stopped at 25 and without any hesitation plugged two fingers into my aching pussy. Her cold digits making me shiver inside me. Her pace was fast and rough, God that woman knew her way around.

It didn't take me long until I came undone on her fingers, soaking them with my cum. She didn't seem to mind though, because she turned me over, making me sit on my bruised ass, letting me watch clean her hand with her mouth. As she sucked every single I could feel myself getting wet again.

"Will you ever be late to my class again, precious?" She then asked me whilst stepping forward to stand between my legs. "If I get punishments like this after, then yes." I said smirking "If you call that a punishment."

Her eyes turned black with lust. "Oh you just wait little brat." Before-

BEEP BEEP

I slowly opened my eyes again, to the sound of my God damn Alarm.

It's always the best dreams that get interrupted.

#black widow #natasha romanoff #professor natasha #student y/n #natasha #romanoff #y/n #marvel #mcu #marvel women #student x teacher #lesbian

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jujywrites · 2 years

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Let’s Snuggle Forever

Kikiiiiiiiii @kikithedeceiver I finally answered all of these ur amazing ily

I needed some canonverse fluffy smut to make up for my other nonsense so thx for this~ The prompt: cuddly sex. sequel to Covet. LINK IT

All prompts from this list.

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Eva noticed what was missing first.

The little ball of anxiety that had taken up semi-permanent residence in her sternum had disappeared. There were no racing thoughts about what she had to do to be ready for the coming week. She didn't feel the urge to hide her head under the pillow.

Also, her sheets were gone.

Yawning, she rubbed at her closed eyes and then blinked them open. Her outstretched arm collided with a body, and that’s when she turned her head to take the rest of her bed in.

It wasn’t a body she’d bumped. It was a sheet cocoon.“Neil?” she said softly. She rolled over toward him and started pulling gently at the sheets, stifling the urge to giggle.

“Morning, dumplin.’” A soft laugh came from the entanglement, and arms moved underneath, eventually revealing Neil’s head.

“Good morning. Give me back my sheets, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.”

The contortions needed to properly retrieve her sheets ended up with Neil on top of her, their legs entwined. Eva just smiled and impulsively put her hands into his hair, and smiled wider when he didn’t pull away; he dropped a kiss on her shoulder instead.

“Who are you and what did you do with Eva?” he said, tracing patterns on her neck.

That did make her giggle. “Who are you and what did you do with Neil?”

“Fair enough.” He just smiled. It went right to his still-uncovered eyes. “Maybe this is us, now.”

“Yeah.” She closed her eyes and turned into his touch, but that’s when his hand moved away.

His other hand joined it, and one button came undone on her pajama top.

“What are you thinking?” she asked lazily, knowing full well; she just wanted to hear him say it.

He undid two more buttons. “I’m sorry I made you worry.”

That was not what she’d expected. She didn’t know how to answer, so she didn’t.

“I have… stuff to work through. Stuff I need to be honest with you about. And I’ll try. I‘ll fuck up. You know me, right?” A half smile. “But. But I love you, Eva. I’m glad you pushed me to admit it last night. I guess maybe I‘m a little impatient now.”

All her buttons were undone. Eva did a half-crunch to shrug it off fully, stealing a kiss from Neil while she was at it. As soon as she lay flat again his lips and tongue were on her, skating over her breasts and ribs and farther down.

She hadn’t put underwear back on last night.

“Neil.”

He propped his chin on her stomach and looked at her.

“What are you doing?” A ball of very-much-not anxiety fluttered in her chest.

“Something I’ve wanted to for a long time. But I’ll stop whenever you want me to.”

She watched as he traveled downward, her breath quickening as he took her in. Was he the kind of guy who didn’t like hair down there? Was he—

He covered her with his mouth, tongue sweeping.

“Ohmigod.” She arched against him one hand, digging into the sheets. “Oh.”

He wanted to taste all of her, it seemed, mouth and tongue moving everywhere. She had to remember to breathe, it was already so much and he hadn’t even focused on—

She gasped brokenly at the kiss he laid to her clit. “Neil, oh fuck…”

Moaning, she rolled into his face as he began stroking her clit with his tongue; long sweeps, teasing patterns, more pressure in one spot. Wetness seeped into the bedsheets, and she sighed blissfully, settling into a mindless, needy rhythm.

It was comforting, almost, the way her pleasure gently climbed.

But then, eventually, suddenly, it stopped. She shuddered, hips twitching, and forced herself not to chase his mouth.

“Too much?” he asked, a little shakily.

“No, god, no!” But she realized retroactively she’d been getting pretty loud. “Neil, please don’t stop, I might die… C-Can you?”

“Oh, I could do this for hours, probably,” (and her eyes snapped to the way his hips were moving against the sheets), “just wanted to check in.”

He wasn’t smiling. So he wasn’t being a complete ass.

“Thank you.” She inhaled, let it out, and reached a shaking hand out to his head. “You’re doing really good.”

His eyes darkened in a flash at her hand in his hair, and she grunted at how sharply her muscles clenched seeing that. Then his mouth was on her again, doing just what he’d been doing, and she went back to riding his face and not caring about how loud she was.

Pleasure climbed and climbed and climbed until she needed just a push.

“Fuck, Neil!” she cried as he sucked on her clit, and he did it again and again, and her hand clenched in his hair as her orgasm exploded and reverberated through her whole body. “Oh, god, oh god…!”

Somehow she kept her eyes open though her body seized up, and the sight of him rutting into the sheets, his mouth still on her, sent another last wave through her.

Her hand released him and he immediately pulled away. He was breathing just a bit faster, licking his lips, pupils wide.

“Come up here, come on.”

Neil slid up her body and kissed her insistently, and he moaned when she opened her mouth for his tongue. He was shaking against her, so lightly, but still shaking.

“I want you inside me,” she said, nipping at his lips. “Wanna feel how hot that got you.”

“Not gonna take long,” he said with a breathless laugh. It dissolved into a moan as he eased into her.

Eva wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down against her chest, shutting her eyes to really feel the way he moved slowly inside her. “I saw you,” she whimpered out, “fucking the bed while you were eating me out. God, Neil, you have no idea how sexy that was.”

“Told you I’ve wanted to do that forever.” In between tiny noises, he peppered her skin with sloppy kisses. “Wasn’t—wasn’t sure if I could make you come, but, but fuck…”

“You did so good. Felt so good. Let me hear you, please.” Some distant part of her burned with mortification over what she was saying, but Neil moved a little faster in her, and his body weight was bliss, and that part of her was silenced.

“Eva.” He moaned against her chest, stroked hard into her, moaned again. “Oh, Eva.” And then he moved, until his face was against her neck, and a few more long thrusts later he was coming, gasping into her neck all the while.

She sighed, idly running her hands down his back. “No, stay,” she said, when she felt him preparing to pull out of her. “Just a few minutes.”

He sighed too, and moved his hands into her hair.

“You know something?” she whispered, tilting her head so she could rest her cheek against his head.

“Many things. But do tell.” His voice was satisfyingly rough.

“This is better than pancakes.” She chuckled.

And then she laughed, because Neil was laughing, and his breath tickled her skin. She laughed and couldn’t stop because neither could he, and she was so full of happiness she had no choice.

#JujYwrites #spice #To the Moon #Rosawatts #kikithedeceiver

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majahu · 2 years

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Scream: Ski Trip

Chapter 9: Fade to Black

Content Warning: Violence

Chapter 8

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Billy had shoved you to the ground and was straddling your legs so you couldn't move. The toe of his Chuck Taylor's was digging into your left shin, one hand closed around your throat while the other dragged the knife down your chest. He liked playing games, watching the fear creep into your eyes as you wondered if he'd really hurt you. Of course, considering what him and Stu had done to your other classmates, to Tatum, you were pretty sure their threats weren't empty.

"I told you-" your voice wavered as sweat began to build up on your palms, still tied behind your back,

"I don't know where she is".

Billy hummed disapprovingly, squeezing his hand tighter around your throat. "You keep saying that, but I still don't believe you."

"Fuck, man, what if she escaped! She probably called the cops! I can't go to jail, my mom and dad will kill me!" Stu whined.

"Relax fuckwad, she doesn't even know it's us." Billy muttered, turning his head to glare at his friend, "we just have to take care of our little problem and then we can get outta here."

"What about Sid's dad?"

"We can still frame him," Billy turned back to you, letting go of your throat to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "So, let's say Sid escaped. She's probably on her way to the cops by now.... Thinks I'm dead...." You could practically see the gears turning in Billy's head as he tried to come up with a plan. He was tracing your collarbone with his fingertip now and had moved the knife away from your chest. His eyes were glazed over and you thought maybe he had zoned out, when slowly a smile began to creep over his face. "I've got it."

"Yeah?" Stu leaned closer to the two of you.

"Ol' Daddy Prescott's still our killer, snapped on the anniversary of his wife's death. He came up here early before the trip so he could plan everything, hid out in the woods and waited for us all to get here," Billy glanced at Stu,

"His precious little girl got away, and you and I were left for dead... and poor (Y/N)..." he leaned over you, stoking your bottom lip with his thumb, "poor sweet (Y/N)... you fought so hard..." he dragged the knife up your side now, placing its tips between your ribs, "but Neil was so mad that his baby girl had escaped and he decided he was gonna take it all out on you." He slowly pressed the knife between your ribs and you screamed as searing heat flared up your side.

Billy smiled, "go ahead, babydoll, be as loud as you want. Nobody can hear you."

"Why don't you just kill me now, why drag it out?" You said through tears.

"Because it's fun!" Stu chimed in.

"Stu and I tried to save you..." Billy continued. "But we were too late." Stu flashed you a fake frown, drawing his finger down the side of his face to imitate a tear.

"We killed Neil but we just couldn't stop you from bleeding out."

Billy twisted the knife before pulling it out and you whimpered, wincing in pain. You let out another scream as he buried the knife in your side again and again. Blood spread across the side of your shirt, covering Billy's hands and mixing with the corn syrup concoction that had stained them earlier.

He handed the knife to Stu, "make it quick. Remember what we talked about, stay to the side."

"I got it, I got it..." Stu said, before plunging the knife into Billy's side.

"Fuck," Billy grunted, doubling over.

Your eyes grew wide as you watched the two boys stab each other. They seemed to have momentarily forgotten about you; Billy was getting a little too enthusiastic and Stu was telling him to calm down. "Ow! Enough, enough!" He looked at Billy dejectedly.

You had started to back away from the two, using your heels to push yourself across the floor. Billy caught your eye, "go take care of daddy dearest," he said to Stu, handing him the voice modulator and a mobile phone. "I've got this one."

Billy stumbled over to you, now bleeding profusely from a wound that sort of matched your own. Your vision was blurring now, you were losing a lot of blood. You whimpered as Billy closed in on you, too weak to scream. He dropped to his knees next to you, pulling you towards him, "where are you going babydoll, we aren't finished yet."

Your breathing was shallow now and your eyes were half closed. "No more," you muttered, "please". "Don't worry (y/n), we're just setting up the final scene," he lifted you up and cradled you to his chest. You winced as he pressed his hand against your wound,

"I tried to save you..."

you thought you heard sirens in the distance.

"...but I was too late." He looked down at you, mock pity in his voice.

Darkness seeped into the corners of your vision and you could barely keep focus on Billy's face. Sirens echoed in your ears and you thought you heard car doors slam and distant voices yelling before your vision faded to black.

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mourntheantagonist · 2 years

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gnc billy headcanon i just thought of; billy keeping a lot of his moms old stuff (pearls, blouses, earrings, a few pairs of shoes, even a couple of dresses) and its all locked away in a box in the trunk of his car or smth and sometimes he'll wear one of the earrings to school or one of her blouses bc he could be kinda stealth about it but once he starts dating steve, he gets a little bolder about it behind closed doors and puts on the dresses for steve and the pearls and whatnot and steve lets billy raid his moms closet and just lets him do whatever and just kinda watches with this lovestruck face while billy adjusts his outfit or gets steve to zip up the back yeah

Oh my god yes! Jewelry seemed to be like, the one thing Billy was able to get away with when it came to Neil. He had a friend pierce his ears one day with some generic rhinestone studs they found at the corner store and Billy was quick with the “chicks dig it” as his reasoning. Neil actually believed him that time. He didn’t have to know the real reason Billy did it.

So he was just allowed to experiment with that much. Once healed, he scoured their garage for all his mom’s old jewelry that he knew Neil kept to sell later. He grabbed as much as he could and stored it into a little suitcase, finding more of her belongings like some old dresses and blouses and heels along with all the jewelry he grabbed, initially just excusing it as wanting to keep part of his mother around.

He kept it all hidden in his trunk as soon as he got the Camaro. Before then he had it stashed duct taped underneath his bed.

He would switch out the earrings almost every day going from some diamond studs to pearls or other gemstones she had, slowly working his way into more bolder styles. He’d move up to little hoops and even some of the dangly ones and he’d hide them behind his hair, because at that point, it was just for himself, nobody else.

Initially, apart from the earrings, the clothes and the shoes and the necklaces and everything else was only kept to remember his mom. The thought of Neil having the opportunity to throw it all out or sell it for a quick buck made him sick. But a day came along, just a few months after the move to Hawkins, where Billy was left alone in the house and while sifting for a new pair of earrings, his eyes caught the long white beach dress his mother used to wear, and he hesitated.

He doesn’t know what came over him in that moment but suddenly he was standing in the mirror, wearing a long white dress with flowers on the waist, with pearl earrings and a necklace to match. He tucked his hair behind his ears and for the first time in his life, after all those years of people telling him how he looked just like his dad, he proved them wrong.

Because he looked just like her.

The same wavy hair, the same blonde highlights.

The same smile of true happiness.

The feeling it gives him is pure bliss, and then quickly followed up by absolute terror because it was no longer just earrings anymore.

He shoved it all back into that suitcase and back into the Camaro, and he stopped wearing her earrings.

Until Steve came along, and he called him pretty. Not handsome or hot or anything else that was reserved and acceptable to call men, pretty. And he didn’t say it in a teasing way. He said it like he believed it, like he saw the softness he hid beneath a tough exterior and found it beautiful. He made Billy feel safe.

Safe enough that one day, in the safety of Steve’s house and his presence, he breaks out the suitcase that had been collecting dust for the past few months and shows Steve that little part of himself that he kept hidden. He lets the softness rise to the surface.

And Steve loves it.

He loves it so much in fact, the next time Billy is over he drags him into his parents bedroom and has him raid his moms closet for anything that catches his eye. He tries on dress after dress. Formal gowns to business attire, trying to wedge his too-big feet into too-small shoes and giggling with Steve as he nearly breaks an ankle in the process.

Steve loves helping his get dressed. Zipping up the back for him or cinching up the lace. Then he’ll just watch in awe of how free Billy looks, the dress flowing as he moves around the room with a smile so wide it could make Steve’s heart burst.

Sometimes, Steve will get dressed up too, in a suit and tie while Billy finds the fanciest most expensive dress in that closet and they pretend they are at some formal ball, playing orchestral music on the turntable and slowly dancing in the living room, eyes closed and pressed up against one another, feeling like the rest of the world no longer exists.

#I got sappy #sorry #I just love gnc Billy aight #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #ask #headcanon #ficlet #mandi writes tresh

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passivenovember · 3 years

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mama said to smile while I still have teeth.

(or) Post Starcourt, a very different Billy Hargrove gets his wisdom teeth removed.

In a moment of weakness and textbook junior year assholery, Steve gets his stomach ripped out and fed to him for suggesting that Billy could take the bus.

And it’s not without reason.

Hopper and Joyce have work. And Robin would ask too many questions--why the shaved head, why the ratty black hoodie and sweatpants, why the perpetual vow of silence--and the only one of the kids that has their permit is Dustin.

But Max behaves as if none of that matters. Looks at Steve as if he set the house on fire himself.

“Or you could take him.” She sneers. Like that’s somehow a good idea. “You have a car.”

“Billy wouldn’t get in a car with me even if you paid him.”

Steve doesn’t say he’d rather face a barrel of Demodogs one handed than be left alone with Billy. Would rather lick black slime off his own dick than feel those silent, cool blue eyes pouring like ice water down the ridges of his skin.

Steve wants to say it. Doesn’t. When Max starts crying. “His legs don’t work as good anymore.”

“Billy gave me a concussion.”

“He’s got gas money.” She says, voice winding tight with desperation.

And Steve despises the painful, weeping grip of her fingers when they close around his forearm. Hates that she cares so much for someone who could never care for her.

“I know it’s not much.” Max swallows thickly. “I know he used to be a piece of shit, but he’s--”

“Different.” Steve says heavily, scrubbing at his forehead. “I know.”

Billy slides into the passenger seat with a thermos in one hand and a cranberry muffin in the other and Steve isn’t used to it, the way his body seems to have deflated. Limbs cut from marianette strings, hanging limp as if gravity hasn’t quite learned what to do with them.

Billy places the muffin and the thermos on the dashboard between them, and.

Steve expects something.

A thank you, which could come later. A hello, which should come now.

Billy nods at the dashboard.

Steve jots into action. “Oh. These aren’t for you?”

Billy grunts, reaching to pass the goodies over as if Steve were incapable of doing it himself. The thermos is warm in Steve’s hand. Sturdy.

“Coffee?” He asks, jerking with surprise when Billy mutters; “Hazelnut.” In a voice as soft as feather down.

Steve waits for Billy to say something else, but.

Billy doesn’t. He just turns and peers out the passenger side window, into the gentle swell of rain that’s started to fall.

“Thanks. Thank you.” Steve says. He starts the car. Lets it warm, and.

Tries not to feel like this is the first time their bodies have had to reacquaint themselves with one another.

Tries not to marvel at how beautiful silvery thin lines can be. Running from the shell of an ear and disappearing, quick, into the hood nestled around broad shoulders.

Steve rubs his hands together, tearing his eyes away. “First time at the dentist?”

And Billy doesn’t say anything.

Never says anything, anymore, but. That doesn’t stop the conversation from feeling communal. Shared.

“I got my wisdom teeth out when I was fourteen.” Steve peers through the windshield. It’s raining harder now. “Don’t remember much about the whole thing. Mom says I tried to stop the aquarium fish from drowning. And that I had to be double belted on the way home--”

“Will it hurt?” Billy turns to look at him, and. His eyes are welling up. Cheeks and nose red, as if stung by October winds.

Billy whispers, “I wanted Max to come but she had school.”

His hand is covered by the sleeve of his hoodie, fabric scrubbing rough at the stubble along his jaw. “Did they hurt you?” Billy asks, and.

Steve doesn’t like the way he says it.

Like there really is something to be afraid of, at the core of it all. Like no one has ever considered the possibility.

“It’s not so bad.” Steve’s heart gives a painful, gripping thud. “You get a free ice pack out of the deal and decent high from the silly gas, if you’re lucky.”

Billy nods. “We’re gonna be late.”

Which. “Yeah, sorry.”

“It’s alright.”

“We’ll get you there lickety-split.” Steve pulls out of the driveway, fingers gripping the wheel when Billy places the still-warm muffin in his lap.

He sticks around for the procedure just to stop Billy from looking like he’s being dropped at his first day of kindergarten. The waiting room is bright. Warm and colorful, plush couches stocked full of overstuffed pillows. All within throwing distance of machine labeled free coffee :)

Not a bad dig, all things considered, but.

Billy says Steve doesn’t have to wait around. Doesn’t even have to come back at all. The nurse calls his name and Billy stands, shoulders lined with tension, before turning to whisper, “I’ll take the bus back to Neil’s.”

And Steve knows. Gets it.

The universe running a test. An experiment that will prove whether Steve’s really got a heart under all that chest hair.

Steve lifts his Highlights magazine. “I’m good.”

“Really?”

“Dude, It’s pouring outside,” Steve says, shaking his hair out for good measure. “I’ll just wait. In case you’re too high to function.”

Billy looks like he wants to say something else, so. Steve gives his full attention. Plans on the preverbal thank you that’ll probably never come, but. The nurse calls that name again.

Billy Hargrove.

And Billy turns to go, hands tangled in the sleeves of his hoodie.

His cheeks are swollen, like.

A chipmunk.

Stuffed full of little cotton pads that could be acorns. That are acorns, Billy insists, when the nurse brings Steve back to the operation room. He’s parked on the dentist bench. Curled into a ball with a thumb in his mouth when Steve rounds the corner.

“Steve,” Billy says thickly. “They took my teeth out but I have acorns.” He reaches across the space between them, fingers grasping Steve’s wrist tightly.

Too tight, but.

Steve can’t bring himself to care when the nurse says, “Billy, take your thumb out of you mouth.”

And Billy says. “I need to suck on something cold.” He pulls Steve right up to the edge of the bench, sitting with a serious glint in his eye. “Our acorns will be good for winter, right?”

He sways, nearly falling off the leather table, so.

Steve grasps his shoulder. Puts him back in place. “Probably? I don’t think acorns go bad.”

“We gotta make sure, ‘cause I don’t want you to starve.” Billy slurs, dropping to dead weigh when the nurse gets an arm underneath him and asks Steve to get the kid on his feet.

Billy lands somewhere against Steve’s ribs, swaying dramatically as bright red drool slides over his chin.

The nurse swears under her breath, going at it with a towel.

Billy swats her hand away. He staggers as Steve thanks the nurse and leads them into the waiting room.

“You’re so pretty, Stever.” Billy reaches out again, fingertips poking Steve’s eyelid. “Can’t starve for the winter. Gotta get pretty boys their acorns--”

“Stop poking me--”

“Acorn soup.” Billy sings. “Acorn pie and casserole and lollipops covered in sugar.”

Steve manages to get the doors open with zero help from Billy, chuckling as warm, soft palms circle around his shoulder blades.

They’re hugging.

In the rain.

At the dentist’s office.

Steve hugs back, squawking when Billy’s nose brushes against his heartbeat. “C’mon, dude, we gotta--”

“Will you carry me, Stever?”

“No.” Steve says, manhandling Billy from his chest to his ribcage, determined to make it across the lot in one piece. “You’re solid muscle, there’s no way I could carry you.”

Billy makes a noise, pretty pink lips forming a pout when Steve looks over at him.

“I got all the acorns ready for winter and you can’t carry me to the car?” Billy grumbles, leaning against the side of the Beamer while Steve gets his key into the lock.

Steve untangles himself from the arms that fold around his waist. “Billy--”

“You smell like grass.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“No, like sweet grass.” Billy cackles, doubling over at his own joke, and. Pulling Steve down with him. “Sweet ass, right?”

“You’re insane.” Steve whispers, somehow out of breath from. The hands on his neck. He let’s Billy pet through his hair and then Steve yanks on the door handle, opening it, like, “Alright. Get in.”

Billy has more blood on his face. “Wanna sit with you.”

“We will.”

“Can I lay on your chest?”

Steve’s face hurts from smiling. “You won’t fit.”

“I could!” Billy whimpers, jerking away from Steve as he tries to get the blood off his chin. “I could be like a kitty cat--”

“Would you just--” Steve gets his hands on him, wiping at Billy’s mouth with his thumb. “Hold still, alright?”

“Alright.” Billy kisses Steve’s finger. Chaste and quick, gone before either really know what’s happening. Those blue eyes pull Steve in, drink him down. “How come you’re so pretty?” Billy asks.

And. “Dunno,” Steve says, sounding just as out of breath as he feels. Like they’ve been running laps, and.

Steve thinks maybe they have.

All around Hawkins. Through the years. Past each other.

Billy holds still under the weight of ten fingers before frowning. Sticking his little swollen lip out. “Can we go home now?”

Steve backs away, gripping the edge of the door. “Sure.”

“Not to Neil’s,” Billy mutters to himself, leaning into the leather seat when Steve gets his limbs folded into the car. He cranes his head, eyes huge and watery. “Can I hang out with you?”

Steve moves to close the door. “Sure.”

Billy stops him. “Are you mad at me?”

“No, Billy.”

“Then why are you trying to close the door?” Billy demands, peering through narrowed eyes.

Steve chuckles at that, squeezing the fingers that curl into the palm of his hand. “We gotta close the door so we can drive the car back to my house.”

Billy yanks his hand away. “Your house.” He says, as if tasting the words on his tongue.

Steve nods. “Do you want to go to my house?”

“Do you have macaroni and cheese?”

“Yeah, I can.” Steve wills himself to stop smiling. “I can make some after you take a nap.”

Billy stops the door from closing again. “I’ll be cold if I try to sleep.”

And he says it like.

No one’s ever believed him. Billy speaks with an anchor in his voice, the weight of it pulling Steve in. Forward, until he understands.

Steve grips the edge of the door.

Nods. Let’s Billy know that there are ways around it.

Billy’s crying, and. Steve doesn’t want to see him cry anymore. Every again. They’ve been through too much. He takes Billy’s hand and squeezes tight, smiling softly when cool blue eyes peer up at him.

“Then we can eat macaroni and watch T.V.--”

“We can?”

“Yeah,” Steve says softly. “And when you’re ready to go home I’ll take you. Keep you safe.”

He moves to close the door, chucking when a firm, sure hand holds it in place.

Billy stares at him. “What if I never wanna go home again?”

Steve thinks about it, tapping his knuckles on the hood of the car. He shrugs. “Guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get there, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Billy says.

This time, when the door is closed, Steve runs to the other side. Not wanting to miss a single moment.

#harrigrove #they’re getting fluff and then a shit load of angst #and then more fluff #love my babies #wisdom teeth

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astralpenguin · 3 years

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@transnaturalweek day 4: characters of colour

1.2k, ao3 link

“Are you changing your name?”

“Huh?”

Channing glanced back down at her notebook, which was sitting dead centre of an explosion of paper, textbooks, and writing utensils. “You don’t have to, obviously.”

“I just told you I’m a guy, and that’s your only takeaway?”

She put her pen down and looked up at her friend. “Of course not,” she said. “I just don’t want to get your name wrong. It’d be pretty shitty of me to deadname you immediately after you came out to me.”

Her friend smiled nervously. “I guess,” he said. “It wouldn’t really be deadnaming if you didn’t know an alternative.”

“Dude,” she said, shaking her head, “trust me on this. Hearing my deadname pisses me off so much even when it comes from people who literally don’t know any better, and because they don’t know any better there isn’t even anyone I can direct my anger at. No way do I wanna do that to you.”

His smile looked more genuine now. “Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me,” said Channing, leaning forwards. “Answer the question. What should I be calling you?”

He shrugged. “I do want to change my name, but I don’t know what to yet.”

Channing looked down at her study materials. Her history notes were still incomplete. She’d been halfway through a sentence when her friend had interrupted their study session to come out to her.

She closed her notebook.

“Let’s brainstorm.”

He blinked.

“We’re supposed to be studying though?” He tapped the end of his pen against his open notebook.

Channing shrugged. “We’ve been at it for a couple of hours already, and we’re both gonna ace this class anyway. We can afford to take a little bit of time out from studying to look over some name options for you.” She gently elbowed him in the side. “Besides,” she said, “you helped me with picking out my name. I wanna return the favor.”

He looked at her. Swallowed. His eyes looked suspiciously wet.

He closed his notebook and pushed it to the side.

“Thank you,” he said. “This means a lot.”

Channing dragged her laptop over and pressed a key to wake it up. “Again, don’t thank me for this. It’s bare minimum stuff.”

He put an arm around her middle and pulled her into a hug. “Maybe,” he said, “but I was kinda freaking out about this, and you’re making me feel loads better.”

She hugged him back. “Yeah, I remember the feeling. Even when you know it’s gonna be okay, it’s still scary.”

Keeping one arm around him, and with him keeping one arm around her, Channing opened a browser and brought up three different baby name websites.

Now her friend rolled his eyes. “Seriously?”

“This was my first step too,” she said. “I didn’t get you involved in my name selection process until I had a shortlist ready. Have you got that far?”

He admitted that he had not.

One of the baby name websites got disregarded in its entirety after five minutes of browsing told them that it considered ten different and increasingly baffling spellings of the name Sebastian to be ten distinctly different names.

“I haven’t told Mom yet,” he said as they scrolled through the J names on website number two. “You’re the only one who knows.”

Channing squeezed her arm around him and rested her head on his shoulder. “I’m honoured you came to me first.”

He laughed softly. “Yeah, well. You’re basically my favourite person, so.”

“I thought your mom was your favourite person.”

“Okay, you’re tied.”

“If anything I think that’s the greater honor here.” She grinned. “Like, yeah I’m the first one you’ve told about being a guy, but to consider me to be as important in your life as the great Linda Tran? I don’t think it’s possible for you to say anything nicer about someone than that.”

He sighed, but it sounded fond. “Why am I friends with you again?”

“The answer to that question is lost to time.”

He shook his head and scrolled down.

“I’m going to tell her soon, I think,” he said. “I’m not planning on doing it tomorrow or anything, but...”

He trailed off into silence and stopped scrolling.

Channing waited a few moments, but when it became clear that he wasn’t going to continue talking on his own, she sat up and pulled slightly away from him, taking her arm back. He turned to face her and she looked him in the eye.

“But?”

He picked up a stray pen and clicked it once, twice. “I want her to know the real me,” he said. “I know she won’t have a problem with it. She’s a good person, and she loves you, and she’s told me so many times that she’ll love me no matter what. I’m not worried about any of that. But this is big, you know?”

Channing nodded.

“And things will be different after I tell her. I do want to do it, and I want to do it soon. Just. Not yet.”

“That’s fine,” said Channing. “It’s up to you who you tell and when you tell them.”

“I know.” He looked at the computer screen and sighed. “She’ll probably expect me to have a name already picked out when I do it, though.”

That did sound a lot like Linda. “She just wants you to be the best at everything.”

“Yep,” he said, a bubble of laughter escaping in his voice. “Even at being trans.”

“If anyone can possibly find a way to be the best at being trans, I’m sure that it’ll be you.”

He hummed in thought and smiled at her. “Unless it’s you.”

“Unless it’s me,” she agreed. “But I think this is the one occasion in which I’m willing to concede the crown if it’ll keep Ms Linda Tran happy.”

His face and voice filled with mock disappointment. “But then I won’t have truly earned my victory, and what’s the point in that?”

Channing shook with laughter.

“Hey,” he said. “Pick a name for me.”

Channing stopped laughing.

“What?”

“Pick a name for me,” he said again. “If I don’t like it or don’t think it fits then I won’t keep it, but all these names are blurring together and I can’t tell which ones sound good anymore.”

“You don’t have to make a final decision today. We said we were brainstorming, that’s all this has to be.”

“I know. Pick a name for me.”

She took a deep breath. “Okay,” she said. “If you’re sure.”

She looked at the website.

She scrolled down.

“Matthew?”

“Matthew Tran,” he said aloud. He scrunched his face a little. “No, I’m not a Matthew.”

She scrolled some more. “Neil?”

He shook his head. “I’m definitely not a Neil.”

She scrolled down even further. “Sam?”

He actually laughed at that one. “Absolutely not. It’s way too close to a rhyme.”

“Yeah,” she said, “you’re right. I always think that the parents of kids with rhyming names must’ve hated them, so you really don’t want to do that to yourself. Self respect is important.” She scrolled back up so that she was looking at the upper middle section of the list. “What about Kevin?”

For a few seconds, neither of them said anything.

Then...

“Huh.”

“Huh?”

“Kevin Tran,” he said. “I think I like that.”

“You want me to call you Kevin?”

He nodded. “Just for now,” he said. “I might change my mind about it later, but for now I’m good with using that.”

“Okay then, Kevin,” said Channing. She closed the baby name websites and pushed her laptop away. “I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry. Let’s order food.”

Kevin practically beamed.

#transnaturalweek #spn #supernatural #kevin tran #channing ngo #fanfic #el creates

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hargrove-mayfields · 3 years

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The first summer after the incident at Starcourt, things have finally had enough time to slowly ease back into normalcy.

The day after school lets out, the kids talk Steve into letting them come swim in his pool. It’s only for a couple of hours, and honestly, it does them all some good, the kids getting to pretend things are okay for a while, and Steve getting to soothe that worry that crept in every time he didn’t have an eye on all of them, so despite the guilt they all certainly felt for having fun, they let themselves enjoy it, for a little while at least.

The gimmick of what made summer fun ran out pretty quickly for them though, so once they’d all gotten sunburnt shoulders and had tangles in their hair and wrinkles on their fingers from the chlorinated water, they decided it was time to go home. They weren’t up for the arcade or ice cream after the pool like they used to be either, but they had had just under a year now to decide they were okay with that.

So Steve loads them all up into his new Mercedes-Benz, the replacement for the BMW that became necessary post battle when they discovered his car had been crushed at some point during that night by the Mind Flayer, and took them all home.

Max’s house was the last on his route no matter which way he went, the only member of the party who lived on the outskirts of the wealthy part of town now that the Byers’ had moved, so it’s just the two of them in the car. As they pull up outside though, she hesitates to get out, instead nervously picking at the stitches in the seat, mulling over something in her head.

They aren’t really close, no bond between them beyond babysitter and grumpy teenager not happy to have one, but Steve feels an obligation towards all of these kids, so he shifts in the seat so he’s facing her, and asks her in a way he hoped sounds approachable, “What’s up, Max?”

Max takes another second and a deep breath before speaking, wringing her hands nervously, “Billy’s birthday is in a few days and I don’t think anybody knows that, but I want to do something for him.”

Steve nods, doesn’t really know what he’s supposed to do at first, “Have you talked to your mom about this?”

He asks because word traveled fast in a small town like Hawkins. Everyone and their mother knew that Neil Hargrove had split before they’d even stabilized his son in the hospital, and his wife had stayed with their children, taking full responsibility for Billy and Max. If anyone should be having a party for Billy, it should be Susan.

“Yeah and she liked the idea, but she’s been really busy with work and stuff, double now with Billy’s medical bills, and I know a lot of the other parents are too and some of them I just don’t know well enough to ask, and I don’t know who else to turn to because normally I’d take this stuff to Billy and I can’t do it by myself.” Max rambles all in one breath, has clearly been thinking about this for a long time.

Steve obviously wants to encourage that, so he asks, “What did you wanna do for him?”

“I just wanted to have a party for him at the hospital, but I know that’s kinda dumb since nobody goes to see him anyways.” Max mumbles, wrapping her fingers around the door handle like she’s going to get out, “I don’t know, it’s stupid.”

“No it’s not. What day is it, his birthday?”

“The sixth. I know that’s kinda short notice but-“ Max starts again, but Steve interrupts, a small smile on his face as if to prove he’s genuine, “No, it’s fine. We’ll figure something out. We’re not going to let Billy be alone on his birthday.”

It doesn’t seem to have the effect Steve wanted though, because Max scoffs and pushes the car door open, snapping before she gets out, “You do every other day.”

Even though Max had been so short with him at first, after that, she and Steve work on a plan at the end of every day when he was driving her back home, Max slowly evolving from tense about even bringing it up to actually excited for this thing they were working on together for her brother.

Steve doesn’t really have the time or the know-how for home made anything, but he buys everything you typically would find at an under twenty one birthday party, balloons and streamers, a chocolate cake, per Max’s request, and a tub of Superman ice cream, also a suggestion from Max.

He doesn’t buy Billy a present, he figures he doesn’t have use for much for anything material in the hospital, and although he’s willing to help, he feels he still doesn’t really know Billy like that anymore.

Or maybe he does, he just doesn’t know if the friendship they had been reluctantly developing would withstand the strain the accident at Starcourt had put on it, and didn’t feel it was very appropriate just to show up with an expensive knick knack that would just rub his wealth in Billy’s face.

Instead, he gets him a card, because who doesn’t want a birthday card, and leaves a hundred dollars and a heartfelt note in it. The money is because he has it and Billy needs it more than he does, and a hundred dollars was standard for milestone birthdays, in his family at least, and since Billy was lucky to see his nineteenth come around, he figures this counted.

So on the sixth of June, they’re ready to celebrate Billy.

Steve drives the kids all to the hospital that day, surprised that even without El around right now to convince them to, they were all willing to come. He guesses they’d all seen how torn up Max was when Billy was admitted to the hospital, and now that eleven months later he still hadn’t got out, it was bound to be hard on her.

It wasn’t a surprise anymore, Max had let it slip to Billy a few days beforehand in her excitement, so they just went straight up to his room, each kid and Steve carrying something, decorations or food or presents.

At first, Billy doesn’t really seem to thrilled to see them, but Steve supposed he wouldn’t be either, it couldn’t be any fun aging in the hospital, especially surrounded by nobody but your little sisters friends.

But they still set it all up for him, tying balloons to his bed and hanging streamers above the door. Max sits with him and keeps him entertained with stories, but what makes his mood significantly improve is when a nurse interrupted them to give him another dose of his pain meds.

Once they’re all set up, it’s Lucas who points out, “We forgot the candles for the cake.”

And it’s Max who, without really thinking about it, reminds him, “We probably have some with all the decorations and stuff we bought.”

It’s Dustin who looks and finds a pack of candles that someone indeed had brought, and calls out, “Found some.”

But it’s Steve who is seemingly the only one able to remember that the birthday boy was still on oxygen after a lung transplant and didn’t think he needed to be blowing out any candles, reminding Dustin very pointedly, “Actually, Dustin, I don’t think we need any candles.

Of course he argues, because kids do, “C'mon Steve, it's a birthday cake. All birthday cakes have candles.”

“Yeah, but I said I don’t think this one needs any.” Steve says, through his teeth this time, nodding subtly towards Billy, and Dustin's eyes widen a little, and the candles get put back without another word about it.

Instead, Steve gives Billy the zippo from his pocket, flipping it open for him so a tiny flame dances in front of his face, “Make a wish, Hargrove.”

Billy takes the lighter, a little apprehensively, but he stays quiet, looking up at Steve as he presumably makes his wish to himself, then clicks it shut, extinguishing the flame.

Ever impatient, the kids decide that’s their cue to cut into the cake without really asking anybody, but Steve doesn’t stop them, because as Billy reminds Max when she sits down on his bedside with a piece, “I can’t really eat that right now, kiddo, but thank you.”

She blows him off, teasingly uncaring in that sibling way, “Oh, I know, that’s why I picked chocolate cake, ‘cause I know you don’t like it. I just wanted you to have one, so it felt like a real birthday.”

Billy smiles wide, holds his arms out the best he can anymore for a hug, “Aww, come ‘ere, shitbird.”

Max spends the rest of their little impromptu party at his bedside, talking to her friends but sitting with her brother, the both of them chasing that sense of normalcy that everyone else had been able to move on and achieve, but they had no chance at grasping so long as they were apart.

That is at least, until to keep himself busy while the kids argue about something, Billy reads his card from Steve, that long written out note that detailed all his feelings and regrets and thoughts about Billy that he had been grappling with since Billy was hospitalized, sorrys and thank yous and happy birthday, everything crammed into that card but the part about how Steve had been falling in love with Billy since they met in ‘84.

It makes Steve nervous, twitchy and vulnerable with Billy reads it, until he gently closes the card and looks up at Steve, eyes wide and a little teary.

The first thing he says is an unrelated question, ruffling his little sisters hair and asking her, “Maxi, can you go down to the vending machine at the end of the hall and grab me some stuff? I’m running out of candy to hide in the bedside drawer.”

Max nods and slides down from his bed, and Billy adds, “Take all your friends too. See if they want anything.”

He waits until all the kids are gone, their voices echoing distantly down the long hallway, to ask Steve, “D’you do all this for me, Harrington?”

Steve shrugs, not sure if he’s more humble or nervous about why Billy wanted to talk to him alone, “It was Max’s idea.”

“But you still organized it, right?”

“I guess. I don’t want a thank you or anything though.” Steve insists, but Billy smiles, a bright one like Steve hardly ever saw anymore, and insists right back “Too bad, you’re getting one. Thank you.”

Steve just shrugs again, “It’s your birthday, Hargrove. I wasn’t going to let you be forgotten.”

“I would’ve been okay, Steve. Birthdays were just… never really a thing in my family anyways.”

Steve can tell they were going to go back and forth all day, arguing over whether or not he should be celebrated, and if he needed someone by his side, if he doesnt change the subject, so he asks him, “What’d you wish for?”

“Can’t tell you that or it won’t come true.” Billy hums, thoughtful, and he says, sounding like his sister, “And it’s sort of dumb anyways.”

“Hey, I’m sure it’s not dumb. If it’s something you want, it can’t be.”

Billy looks up at him, a little smile on his face, and explains, “I don’t know it’s just, I’m going to be sick for the rest of my life, I’m stuck in the hospital for another month at least and my dad disowned me, but, my wish still wasn’t for any of that to change.”

“What was it then?”

Billy takes a deep breath, a noticeable flush to his face, “I wished that I would have the guts to finally do this.”

For a second Steve wonders what he’s talking about, worries briefly that he was going to use the distraction and the relaxed attention from the nurses on his birthday to make grand escape from the hospital or something, until Billy leans up and kisses him.

It’s chaste and it’s sweet, everything that he’d expect from anybody that wasn’t Billy Hargrove, and everything that Steve could ever have wanted. He sits down on the bed beside Billy to make the angle easier on the both of them, not breaking the kiss for even a second, bringing his hand up to cup Billy's cheek, and deepening the kiss.

They’re interrupted by the squeaking of tennis shoes on the waxy hospital floors in the hallway, the kids coming back already, so Steve pulls away, just as flushed as Billy was now and keeping one of his hands resting on top of Billy’s, “Happy birthday, Billy.”

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #the party #ej writer #story by ej!#also posted on my ao3!#posting this less than a half hour before my birthday is over oops

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psychdelia · 3 years

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max showed up on his doorstep with blotchy red cheeks and puffy wet eyes, board discarded on his lawn as she pounded on the door with her free hand, holding a shoebox in the other.

“okay, okay!” steve called out as he rushed downstairs. “i’m coming! jeez.” he huffed as he opened the door, ready to bark out a what, shithead? because who else would show up to his place and pound on his door for a minute straight?

except his mouth snaps shut when he sees her shivering in the winter cold and cheeks still damp. it’s been about 4 months since billy died and he hadn’t seen max in this state for a couple months now. he thought things were getting better.

maybe not.

“max.” he frowned. “what’s wrong? what happened? are you okay? are you hurt?” he asked, the panic in his tone increasing with each question.

she just shoved the box into his hands, giving him a determined look. so similar to billy’s. too similar.

“i found this in his room.” he can hear the suppressed tremble in her voice as she fights the urge to cry again. “i never gave it you because i thought maybe,” she frowns, looking down. “maybe he-“ she lets out a shaky breath. “but he never came back so it’s yours now.”

then a switch is flipped and she’s suddenly glaring up at him, yet another expression too similar to billy’s.

“you can’t tell anyone.” she clenches her shaking fists. “if you tell anyone what you find in there i swear to god steve i’ll hurt you.” her upper lip is twitching into a snarl and steve is genuinely scared of this little fiery teenager.

“jesus, max,” he sighs. “first of all, you two are way too goddamn similar for not being blood related.” he ruffles her hair with a free hand. “second of all, you can’t just tell me what’s in here?”

“no.” she shakes her head as she bats his hand away. “just,” she plays with the hem of her jacket nervously. “just keep an open mind.” she frowns. “we’re not from here. things are... different back home.” her shoulders sag a little and he can tell she misses home. misses life before hawkins. “promise you won’t tell anyone?” she looks back up at him.

he frowns as he stares at the box in his hand before nodding. “promise.”

“good.” she nods. she rubs harshly at her face with her sleeve before turning away to walk to the lawn.

“you need a ride?” he calls as she grabs her board. chuckles when she rolls her eyes, tosses back an i can get myself around, steve. then a quick thanks, though. see you around. then she’s taking off.

steve practically sprints up to his room after that. sets this mystery converse box down in front of him on the bed as he sits, unsure of what to expect. maybe porn mags? weed stash? who knows.

so, naturally, he dumps it all out on the bed. stares at the pile of magazines, books, seashells, pictures, papers. the first thing he grabs are the magazines, expecting to see a half naked chick on the cover. he freezes when he finds a half naked man instead, clad in leather.

drummer. drummer. drummer. all of these are the same magazines, different issues with different men. he wonders if they’re targeted towards women, but then he’s opening them up and finding men... with other men. figures maybe hargrove had been holding onto them for someone else because there’s no way in hell these are his. no, no, no. that boy was straight as hell. loved to show off a different girl hanging off his arm every week, made shows of flirting with both girls and women.

but then he’s grabbing a polaroid dated 1983 and it’s billy with shorter hair and fuller cheeks kissing another boy with a big smile and lovesick dopey look on his face.

holy shit. this can’t be real. billy hargrove wasn’t gay. he couldn’t be. he was the womanizer, ladykiller, heartbreaker of hawkins. he loved women and they loved him 10 times more. none of this makes sense.

he grabs the journal next, the leather on the cover worn and threadbare. the first entry is dated from 1983 and the last just a couple weeks before starcourt. right before he got possessed.

steve sets the journal aside, opts to look at the other pictures and items billy had stashed away before he reads about the last three years of the guy’s life. there are a couple pictures of a blonde woman with striking resemblance to billy, the same saint christopher pendant and thick silver ring billy wore present around her neck and finger. some of them feature billy when he was a baby, toddler, kid. he finds jewelry that seems feminine, womanly. figures they must’ve been his mom’s.

there are also some california souvenirs. he finds seashells and movie, concert tickets that read “san diego” on the top. there are also some books steve remembers he was supposed to have read or heard about in school, but also some more he never heard of.

at the very bottom of the box he finds expired makeup and empty hair product. there’s black and dark blue eyeliner and mascara, baby pink lip gloss. nail polish in black, dark red and a deep purple. in some polaroids, the slight sheen of the gloss and his dark, thick lashes are barely visible, but he still catches it.

steve can’t help but chuckle when he finds some candy wrappers and leftover weed grinds at the bottom of the box alongside the butts of joints and empty cigarette packs. marlboro reds. there’s scrunchies, too. shimmery and purple, probably stolen from max.

once’s he’s finished digging through hargrove’s secret belongings, he leans back and sticks his nose in the journal. it takes him the rest of the day and all night to read it from cover to cover.

the beginning is mostly about missing his mom and hating his father, documenting his abuse. there are a few pages about his crushes and boyfriends, allowing him to figure out that the boy he was kissing in the polaroid is named santiago, but billy calls him santi. once he reaches the end of san diego and beginning of hawkins, billy’s tone and messy scrawl is full of hurt, anger, and melancholy.

and then steve’s name pops up. KING STEVE in all caps, taking up nearly half the page. there are hearts around his name, alongside a big drawing of a dick. below, billy writes about feeling like a foolish schoolboy with some stupid crush on some guy with a huge dick he saw in the showers. steve’s already blushing and it only deepens when he gets to the part about billy wanting to feel said dick in his hand, his mouth, inside of him.

he has to take a break after that. doesn’t realize things only get spicier until he gets back to reading and finds out billy’s jerked off and fingered himself open to the thought of none other than king steve. his eyes immediately flick to the half empty jar of vaseline, finger-shaped holes indenting the jelly.

he spends the rest of the night reading about billy’s remorse and guilt towards him and lucas after that night, how billy still wants to hop on his dick and kiss him stupid, his and max’s relationship and how it’s gotten better even though they still blame each other for the move.

it’s both of their faults, steve realizes. billy missed his curfew for a boy and max had no choice but to lead neil to him.

along the way to the end, a couple pictures of steve fall out of the journal. pictures that steve has no idea how billy acquired. some are from school yearbooks, others just random polaroids that might’ve been taken by tommy or carol or jonathan. when he finally reaches the end, he reads about billy’s pool job and plans fo move back to california for college as soon as he graduates.

i know it’s stupid but i’m gonna miss him. his stupid hair and big brown eyes and pretty face and pink lips. i didn’t know anything about the guy but i wish i could drag him out of this shithole and take him home with me. i still haven’t apologized to him. maybe kidnapping him and showing him the ocean would count. but i can’t fall for a straight boy, no matter how big his cock is. i don’t get to fall for someone i hurt. it’s not fair. none of this is fair.

that’s the very last entry. it’s 1am and steve is wide awake. too awake. before he thinks too hard about what he’s doing, he’s shoving everything back into the box and flooring it to robin’s house. he knocks on her window incessantly until she opens it with a glare and he’s pushing his way inside before she can greet him with a snarl.

“billy hargrove was gay and in love with me and-and and jerked off to me and,,, pretended his fingers were mine and his dad was hurting him and his mom left and he was alone, robin.” he’s rambling, eyes wide as he paces the room with the box in his hands.

“he was s-so hurt and alone and no one paid any attention and now he’s dead because of a monster in some town he got dragged to as punishment for being gay and,” his voice cracks. “he’s gone.” he whispers brokenly as he shoves the box into her hands.

robin is very confused and surprised but all she knows is that her best friend is in distress, so she sets the box down and grabs his hands.

“steve. look at me.” she only continues when he does. “sit down and talk to me. let’s go through everything together, okay? just calm down and breathe.”

by 3am robin’s looked through the box and the majority of the journal - steve dog-eared the important pages and she’s a fast reader - and she’s just as shocked as steve, apparently, if her bewildered expression and silence is anything to go by.

“robin? rob, say something.” he urges. “please. i need you to talk to me.”

“holy shit.” she finally raps. “steve, i’m gonna ask you a question and i don’t want you to freak out, okay?”

he nods.

“do you think you could’ve... reciprocated billy’s feelings?”

he opens his mouth to answer but halts, eyes wide and crazy as he stares at her.

“i-“ he gulps. “maybe?” he croaks out. “i-i think so? maybe yeah. yeah.” he nods.

“so you’re bisexual.”

and that’s throwing him on a whole other whirlwind. steve’s had too much thrown at him for the night and he doesn’t have it in him to deal with a sexuality crisis on top of everything.

but billy’s pretty. so fucking beautiful and steve can’t admit it just yet but he wishes he were still here. he wishes he could travel back in time and reach out to billy and save him from the horrors of hawkins but also kiss and fuck and love him properly but now it’s too late and steve and billy have one thing in common.

they’re both alone. lonely. so much love to give but no one to receive or give back.

“bisexual?” he chokes out.

“you like both. boys and girls. like david bowie. and david bowie’s awesome. you’re kinda awesome too, i guess. for a dingus.” she playfully punches his arm and it makes him feel better for all of 2 seconds until it’s hitting him again that the person who wanted to love him is dead. died right in front of him.

“do you have hot chocolate?” she nods. “with marshmallows?” she nods again. “can i have some?”

he feels like he’s about to faint. completely black out. wonders if he looks pale to robin. he needs something warm and comforting and hot coco will do the trick.

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billy comes back in february. hopper and joyce gathered everyone up in joyce’s living room early february. sat everyone down to announce that hop had gotten... a call. a call from some doctor named owens who hop has a history with, the same doctor who helped will.

owens was nursing billy back to health in some secret lab in indianapolis, hence the funeral with no body. apparently billy was in comatose, then a medically induced coma when his brain woke up but he wasn’t strong enough to just yet. then, when he did wake up, he had to relearn how to eat, write, walk in physical therapy, alongside the heavy emotional therapy.

owens hid billy from the world until he was ready to be exposed to it again. then he called hopper one afternoon and told him to come pick the boy up.

max was angry. screamed and yelled until she was reduced to tears in joyce’s arms. the other kids were shocked and confused. didn’t know if they should be happy or scared. will and el were the only positive ones. nancy and jonathan were mostly shocked and indifferent, numb to these crazy surprises the shithole town throws at them. steve and robin just stared at each other knowingly, a million thoughts racing their minds.

a week later they were all in joyce’s living room again, nervously anticipating hopper and billy’s arrival. everyone looked up when the doorknob began to jerk and the lock turned, their eyes trained on the door as it opened to reveal hopper standing beside billy.

billy. clad in a big hoodie, gray sweats and converse. the same ones that were once in the box steve has hidden under his bed. his hair is long now, flowing freely and curling wildly at the ends, looking so soft with the lack of product. he looked tired, fading blue bags under his eyes. he hadn’t lost his tan, steve noted, and looked a little softer around the stomach and legs. for someone who went through all the shit he did, billy looked good. healthy.

max got to him the second he stepped inside, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him close. he immediately clung to max, holding her tight and whispering a shaky, wet hey, shitbird, only audible to her, resulting in her wet laugh. the siblings stayed like that for a few moments before pulling away to let billy see and greet everyone.

joyce had demanded they all not coddle billy because it would be suffocating and he probably couldn’t deal with that. except now she was serving and feeding him a million things, coddling him just like any other mother would. billy was hesitant and tense at first, but slowly relaxed, especially when he was given cookies.

sweet tooth, steve distantly remembered. billy has a sweet tooth, if the candy wrappers and lollipop sticks in the box were anything to go by.

everyone takes turns greeting and talking to billy. steve’s last in line to have his quick one-on-one with the guy and by the time they’re face to face, everyone’s sitting together, talking and laughing and eating.

“hey,” steve greets with a small smile. he can feel robin’s eyes on him and not-so-slyly flips her the bird, his eyes trained on billy and only billy. “it’s good to have you back.”

“you know you don’t have to say that, harrington, especially if you don’t mean it.” billy tries to joke but his eyes and smile are sad. “i only died for, like, two minutes. not a big deal.”

“shut up, man.” steve rolls his eyes and chuckles. “i do mean it.” he chews on his bottom lip nervously, doing a quick scan of the room to make sure there are no eyes on them before he looks back to billy.

then he’s reaching out and grabbing billy’s hand. running his thumbs over the scars along his palm and knuckles. he looks up to find billy confused and blushing. he smiles before pulling billy into a tight hug.

“you look good. so good.” steve whispers in his ear, getting a whiff of generic coconut shampoo. he has one arm wrapped tight around billy’s waist, holding him close with their bodies flush. he slides his free hand down and rests it on billy’s ass, barely squeezing. he chuckles when billy jumps a little.

“harrington.” billy chokes out, voice wrecked. “what’s your hand doing on my ass?” steve can feel billy’s lips moving on his neck and it makes him shudder.

“just doing what i should’ve done a while ago.” he sighs, content, just holding billy’s warm, very much alive body close to his.

“if you wanted to get in my pants, pretty boy, all you had to do was ask.” billy flirts with a smirk steve can feel on his neck. then he pauses. “you’re not fucking with me?” he asks, tone serious.

“nuh uh.” steve shakes his head. “actually, uh,” he pulls away just enough to meet billy’s eyes. “max gave me your shoebox.” he watches as billy’s eyes widen and go fiery. “hey, no, don’t get mad at her. it’s not her fault. she didn’t know you were comms back.” steve reasons. “plus, now i know big bad heartbreaker billy hargrove has a crush on little ole me.”

“who says i still do?” billy raises his eyebrows, as if his hands aren’t tightly holding onto steve’s shoulders and he’s not blushing and making heart eyes at the guy.

steve’s not too bright, but he knows when people have a crush on him. he’s always been bright in the language of love. and sex, for that matter, as billy will eventually find out when he inevitably get lovingly and romantically railed and fucked into steve’s mattress later that week.

“just have a feeling.” he shrugs, giving billy’s ass one last squeeze before he rests his hands on his hips with a grin.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #my writing

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asphalt-cocktail · 3 years

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okay sin sunday !! what if reader is feeling really self-conscious and one of the beatles (or all of them 👀👀) just worship the reader’s body and tell them how gorgeous they are,,, and make them cum like 4 times 😳

Oh my god I love this idea! I’ve been thinking about writing something like this so I’m excited you suggested it. This turned out WAAAYYYY longer than I expected. But if you want me to write another one where they have a proper fuck let me know! Because I also have that idea brewing 👀👀👀

Warnings: group sex, smut, oral(f), fingering, some body shaming and confidence issues, body worship

Your ears burned with embarrassment and anger as you pushed your way onto the plane through the crowd of people.

“I can’t believe they’d let someone who looks like that work for them.” The crew of girls snickered as they talked about you, oblivious to the fact that you were in ear shot.

The burning in your ears traveled up your cheeks and spread down the back of your neck as you stood in the tiny plane bathroom and stared at yourself in the mirror. You poked and prodded at your face, your big nose, and lopsided eyes then you smushed your belly in your fingers and let out a sigh. Maybe they were right.

“Hoy, you almost done in there love?” You could hear ringo knocking from the other side and quickly composed yourself.

“Yeah I’ll be out in a minute.” You answered back shortly before you exited.

The rest of the plane ride you sat some distance away from the boys, using the excuse of paperwork and the fact that you needed to get some sleep to not arise any suspicions.

After the plane landed you holed yourself up in the hotel room.

“Don’t you want to have a drink with us?” Paul’s eyes pleaded with you. It was tradition that after you landed you all sat down for a card game and drinks before sleeping the first night in your new hotel room.

You shrugged your shoulders “nah I’m kind of beat after the last flight.” Paul looked at you with a pouty expression and the way johns eyes narrowed as he looked at you told you he didn’t buy it. But neither of them said anything

The following evening as you all rushed to enter the the hotel after a business day of interviews and photo shoots you could hear girls again talking about you, “oh my god those shoes?” and “god can you believe they let her leave with her hair like that?”hammered in your ears.

Your throat felt tight and your eyes burned, a little hiccup left your mouth and you rubbed your stinging eyes with the palm of your hand. George looked at you and squinted his eyes as you all waited for the elevator, “are you... are you crying?” He asked loudly.

You blinked hard and felt hot tears run down your cheeks “no.” You said weakly and quickly rushed I to the elevator as the doors slid open. You crossed your arms over your chest and your lips pressed into a tight frown.

“What’s wrong?” John pressed, putting an arm in your shoulder.

You shrugged it off and walked off the elevator, thankful to hear it ding and see the doors open to the floor your room was on, “I’m fine.” You hiccuped quickly walking off.

When you got to your room door, you fumbled you with your keys before you finally broke and let out a soft sob, hoping the boys were far enough away that they couldn’t hear.

“Oh, come on love, we only want to help.” Ringo said staring at you with his droopy blue eyes.

Your lip quivered and you let yourself in, the boys followed shutting the door and turning towards you. You covered your face with your hands feeling Johns firm arms embracing you in a tight hug. His broad body surrounded you, making you feel comforted and protected from the mean words that dug I to your brain.

“I feel ugly.” You choked out, crying and leaving tear stains on Johns suit jacket.

You could feel their eyes burning into your back as John tried to soothe you, rubbing your back softly. The awkward silence told you that they didn’t know how to react, “what makes you think that?” You could hear George swallow thickly after he spoke, like he was trying to choose his words with military precision.

“The girls outside always say bad things about me.” You said finally pulling away and moving to sit on the edge of your bed, John followed holding your hand in your lap. You played with his fingers, tracing them and admiring the callouses and roughness of his palms.

“What girls?” Paul asked

“She means the ones downstairs.” George answered

You sheepishly looked away from them, “I don’t know why you guys keep me around, I’m no good.” You huffed out.

Paul gaped at you, “what do you mean no good?” He scoffed.

“Well there was the time I told you the wrong time for the interviews back in New York and we showed up on the wrong day, or the time I forgot ringos cymbals at the venue, or when I tripped over your guitar stand in the studio and knocked all the papers over.” You whimpered softly and rubbed your eyes, feeling more tears forming, “you guys should really get someone prettier who is more organized.”

John squeezed your hand, “a forgotten cymbal and some messed up papers are hardly a thing to get fired over. Hell Neil didn’t strap our guitars down and they busted all down the high way and we didn’t even fire him.” His hand cupped your cheek and forced you to look at him, “and don’t ever say you aren’t pretty.” The way he stared at you told you he was deadly serious.

You swallowed thickly and placed your hand over his, “Brian wouldn’t have hired you if he didn’t think you were worth it. You know how much of a perfectionist he is.”

Ringo hummed in agreement, “I knkw it’s easier said than done, but don’t listen to those girls out there. They don’t have anything on you okay!”

Paul nodded his head, “very easy on the eyes, love” he said and gave you a quick wink.

Your face felt hot and you quickly looked away and played with the hem of your blazer, rubbing the stiff fabric between your fingers, “I don’t know, they always say my hair looks bad and that I’m ugly or my nose is too big.” You still felt bad thinking about their words.

“Well do they know that you wake up two hours before everyone else to take your hair out of your funny little curlers every morning?” John asked

Your face whipped over to him, “how do you know I do that?”

Johns face flushed and he shrugged, “I hear you rummaging about when we get those fancy villas.” He admitted. He swallowed thickly and looked at the three other men.

The silence told you that they were conversing. It was something that only they seemed to be able to do with eachother, talk with looks they only they understood.

Paul cleared his throat before the silence could get uncomfortable, “here why don’t you lay back and if you wanted we could show you. You know how much we appreciate you.”

You could feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up your neck and spreading across your cheeks, “what, what do you mean?” You asked.

John put his hand on your shoulder, “let us take care of you, yeah?” His eyes searched your face for any uncertainty.

“We can stop anytime you like.” Ringo added quickly.

You swallowed thickly and nodded your head, “Okay, I can do that” you said more to reassure yourself that you weren’t going crazy.

John sat back against the plush hotel pillows and patted his legs, encouraging you to settle between them. You hesitated for a moment and looked at the three men standing in your room trying to decide if they were taking the piss. The nischevious glint in Paul’s eyes wasnt the same as when he and John were scheming, no it was something you’ve never seen before.

You crawled over and laid against John’s chest, admiring how his body was soft and firm. You let out a shaky gasp feeling his hands rubbing your arms and brushing your hair out of the way, he tipped your chin back with his forefinger and placed a timid kiss on your lips.

The kiss was nothing you’d expect from big tough John. It was soft and sweet, like he was kissing for you to enjoy and only you. You let out a soft whimper and craned your neck at an awkward angle, wanting to take in more of him. He pulled away and smiled devilishly at you seeing your flushed face and dazed eyes.

All at once you felt the bed dip around you and you suddenly remembered there were three other people in the room. You felt a wave of embarrassment begin to wash over you.

Paul nudged your legs open with his knees and you hesitantly spread them open, now overwhelminlgly aware of how your cloths had begun to stick to your skin from sweat. When did it get so hot?

You reached to unbutton your blouse but your hands were caught between George’s long slender fingers. He gave you a kind smile and worked your buttons, placing soft kisses down your chest as each button exposed more and more of your skin. Your stomach twitched and you saw George hovering over your exposed tummy “don’t” you quickly said in a panicked voice.

George nuzzled his face against your soft tummy and kissed it, “please don’t be nervous, you’re gorgeous.” You could feel his lips moving against your skin and shivered at his words.

The three men removed the remainder of your cloths with soft touches and kind glances that reminded you this was about you, not them; and soon you were bare before them.

Paul slipped to the side while Ringo took his place. Paul placed little kisses along the outside of your spread legs while Ringo’s fingers lightly raised up them, the cool metal of his rings burning against your hot flesh. You squirmed as they both got closer and closer to your core. You watched with anticipation as both boys hungrily eyed you.

To your surprise Ringo was the first to act, swiping on of his thick fingers and gathering your slick on them before he inserted one into you. You let out a weak sigh and your walls twitched when you realized that George, John, and Paul also let out soft sounds of satisfaction and watched as Ringo’s thick finger pumped in and out of you with ease.

Your mind began to swim, feeling Paul kissing and sucking on your thighs and hips before kissing the top of your mound. Your hips jolted with surprise and your squirmed feeling the tip of his tongue expertly flick against your swollen clit.

You bit your lip hard and struggled to keep quiet, while staring at the two men at your lower half. Paula tongue traced rapid shapes against your clit as Ringk inserted another finger, “Jesus Christ,” you hissed out loudly, your back arching against John and your shoulders pressing into him.

John hummed and nuzzled your neck, kissing snd sucking on the sensitive skin, “love those pretty little sounds you make.” He whispered heavily in your ear. You shivered and tried to maintain your composure, but all sensibility was lost upon feeling George’s rough hands kneading your breasts and peppering your collarbone and chest with wet kisses.

Your mind began to swim with overstimulation, George’s hot mouth sucking and swirling your nipples against his tongue while Johns hand eagerly took to pinching and twisting the neglected ones while he whispered things that would make even the most foul mouthed sailors blush. Paul’s talented tongue flicking and lapping at your clit while ringos thick fingers pumped in and out of your soft wet walls.

George trailed kisses up your neck and jaw before placing an opened mouthed kiss on you, it made your toes curl feeling his tongue rubbing against yours while John kissed your neck. You brought your hand up to rub George through his tailored suit pants. He broke the kiss and lightly pulled your hand away, “this is about you” he said softly. He was so close you could feel his lips lightly brushing against yours as he spoke snd feel his hot breath on your face. “You look gorgeous like this, you knkw that right” he asked after placing a quick succession of lingering kisses in your lips, “taking us so well, suck a good girl, bloody brilliant”

Your face scrunched up and your walls twitched around ringos fingers. You were close. Heat began to build in your belly and your thighs flexed, “I-”you could hardly recognize your voice as you struggled to find your words.

“You gonna come for us?” Ringo asked, the pace of his fingers speeding up.

You let out a breathy whine and bucked your hips. Your hands traveled from George, to John, to Paul, unsure of where to ground yourself. Finally you settled with one hand in Paul’s hair, pushing his face closer to you while the other hand gripped John’s hand tightly. Paul’s lips lewly smacked as he sucked your clit and he let out a satisfied him, “Oh fuck” you huffed out.

Your breathy mains climbed in pitch and your back arched until suddenly your mind went blank and your skin felt like TV static. Your walls clenched around Ringos fingers as he and Paul worked you through your orgasm. Your mind felt fogged over like the morning after too much drink and your thighs felt sticky from your mess.

John, or was it George? Someone kissed your temple and you let out a content sigh, much too exhausted in that moment to open your eyes and check.

“I think you’ve killed her,” John said, cheeky as ever.

You hummed and arched your brow as it to say “I’m still here” and lazily opened your eyes.

The first face you saw was Paul, his pouty lips red and wide eyes hanging heavy as he placed an opened mouthed kiss on your lips. Paul’s were almost analytical, You could taste yourself on his mouth and moaned into the kiss. He eagerly swallowed up your sounds before pulling away and kissing the tip of your nose. A gesture so innocent in comparison to your prior actions.

You hadn’t noticed ringo left the room until he returned to the room with a warm washcloth. As attentive as ever, he cleaned your mess from your thighs. As he finished you grabbed his hand and pulled him forward, the way he kissed was wildly different from John, Paul, and George. The way John kissed you was tender, he kissed you for your pleasure while George’s were fiery and passionate. Paul was analytical, like he was always trying to get one step ahead of you as though it were a competition. But ringo he was soft, his mouth moved against yours with care, for a moment you forgot the rest of the boys were in the room. He smiled for a moment and pulled away.

Once your light and airy high passed you sat up from John’s chest. John looked at you “i don’t to ever hear you say bad things about yourself again.” He said like a mother scolding a child. His serious facade passed and a ghost of a smile played on his lips “if you do we might have to do this again.”

You smiled and let out a small laugh, “i don’t know if I’ve gotten the point across maybe I could use another reminder later.”

George grinned, “we’ll have to check with our fab assistant to see if it fits into our schedules.”

#the beatles x reader #george harrison x reader #john lennon x reader #paul mccartney x reader #ringo starr x reader #sin Sunday #ac asks #smut

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Chapter 5

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“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. She’s going to Morocco.”

There was something in Steve’s throat, making his voice waver and sound reverent at the same time.

“She’s going to Morocco.” Billy pressed his hand down Steve’s back, dragging his fingertips along his skin, surprisingly smooth and soft.

Steve had his head on Billy’s chest, their bodies stuck together uncomfortably with sweat, but neither of them could be assed to move.

They were wrapping up their little movie night, Almost Famous playing to a close on Steve’s laptop, perched on the kitchenette counter, just where they could see it from the bed.

“Okay, that was really good.”

“I fucking told you. My mom showed me that movie when I was, like, eight. Shit changed me fundamentally.”

Steve shifted his leg a little bit but stayed silent. Billy could feel his muscles tensing uncomfortably.

“What?”

“What what?”

“I can tell you’re tense.”

“I just,” Steve sighed. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you mention your mom before.”

“Yeah. Don’t really like talking ‘bout her.”

“Did she, you know ?”

Yeah. Billy did know.

“Nah, she didn’t die. She left. Not long after that movie night.”

Steve’s head popped up from where it was rested on Billy, giving him those big fuckin’ eyes looking sappy and sad as all hell.

“I’m sorry.”

Billy didn’t know what to say to that.

He doesn’t tell people about his mom. About her lovely life that she’s built without him in it.

It breaks his heart just to think about.

“She’s got kids now. A husband.”

“I don’t know what to say. I’m just. Sorry.”

“I don’t know what I want to hear. But yeah. T’sucks.”

“You wanna know something that makes me sad? So we’re even?”

Billy huffed a laugh through his nose, bringing his hand up to tuck some of Steve’s messy hair behind his ear.

“Only if you wanna tell me.”

“Remember how I said I was supposedta get my high school diploma soon? Well, by soon I mean, like, maybe within the next few years.” Steve wasn’t meeting Billy’s eyes, and he put his head back down on his solid chest, his shoulders tensing up around his ears. “I never went to school. Not even when I was little. I’ve had the same tutor on the road since I was a kid, and he’s good. Tries his best. I just. I’m- not good . I’m not smart. You need to pass this test to get your high school GED if you’ve taken an ‘ alternative route ’. Like I have. But I can’t take it until I know the shit that’s on it, and my tutor, Scott, he’s too nice. Says I’m okay. That I’m on track. But I saw the program he teaches from. Says it’s for ninth and tenth graders. I’m nearly nineteen, and I’m in fucking ninth grade .”

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck .

Billy’s 98.6% sure Steve is fighting back serious tears right now.

It was crushing Billy’s soul and making him feel like he was gonna join right on in.

But for how much Billy is a goddamn little crybaby, he sure is useless when other people start crying.

“It’s, Steve- that’s not your fault. You’ve literally never gone to school. Plus, like, I’m sure you don’t do your tutoring like I did school. Five days a week for like seven hours since I was five or something. You’ve been. Busy. You travel around and do all these amazing things, and, and, you're not dumb. Your parents just chose to not put you in school and then got mad when that didn’t work out as planned. It’s got nothin’ to do with your brain.”

This is gonna sound shitty.

And Billy really doesn’t mean it like that.

It’s just, well. Billy didn’t realize Steve was so. Fucked up.

Traumatized. Might be a less harsh word for it.

Billy just never woulda thought, when he first watched Steve ride like a fucking expert, or when he first noticed him strutting around the grounds of the rodeo, that there was actually something really sad behind that denim and flannel.

It made something in Billy’s gut twist and turn.

Because he’s the exact same way.

Because underneath the layer of carefully maintained hot muscle-head douchebag jock, there’s a really sensitive boy who was abandoned by his mother and gets regular hits from his father.

He can’t really decide if being able to see through Steve is a good thing or a bad thing, though.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to act like a fucking baby over it. I never really talk about it, so I guess the bad shit just kinda all decided to explode out all over you.”

“Nah, Pretty Boy. S’okay. I’m used to bad shit.”

“That sounds ominous.”

“I meant it more in a bummer way, I guess.”

“I am sorry about your mom. It seems like you really loved her.”

Little bastard had brought it back around to Billy’s shitty baggage now.

The gorgeous little dickhead.

“I do.”

And that’s probably the worst thing about it.

All these years of feeling abandoned and forgotten. Of trying to make himself hate her, he still loves her so much.

He is her.

So much of himself modelled around the aspects of her he found most beautiful.

The things, try as he might, he can’t help but love.

Billy felt Steve take a large deep breath on top of him.

“Do you, like, talk to her much?”

“Nah. Should be getting a FaceBook message for my birthday next week. And then nothing ‘til Christmas. That’s how it goes with her.” She was literally the only reason Billy still kept his FaceBook account around.

Mostly because when he was feeling sorry for himself he’d go over to her profile and peruse the album labelled “Family ❤️” until he felt worse.

“I’m sorry.”

“Quit apologizin’. Not your fault she couldn’t handle it all.”

“Was she really young, or something?”

“Yeah. It was a case of too young and her own shitty father giving her enough issues to make her wanna marry the first asshole that told her she was pretty.” He’s never said all of this out loud.

But he couldn’t. Stop. Talking.

“Then when he turned out to be a bigger dick than she imagined, she split. Basically fell off the Earth for a few years. Served my dad divorce papers out of the blue one day. Now, she’s got a family that doesn’t suck, and barely spares any thought for the kid she left down south. Not that I blame her.”

He does, and he doesn’t.

It’s an odd situation.

He blames Neil for everything, when he’s thinking clearly.

He pushed his mother away with the same violence, the same painful rage he shows Billy.

But he also blames her.

She could’ve taken him before she scrammed. Could’ve fought for custody over him while she and his father met for Skype calls with their lawyers to settle the divorce.

Their split was easy, because she didn’t want anything.

Not their house, not their belongings.

Not their son.

“Wow. I thought my family was fucked up. Not to be rude, or anything.” Steve flushed, but he had the ghost of a smirk on his face.

“Every family is fucked up. Just in different ways.”

“I guess you’re right. I should probably get my head outta my ass and quit bein’ so selfish, then.”

Billy smiled fondly at Steve.

“You’re not selfish. Just don’t got a lot of outlets, I assume.”

Steve nodded, and Billy understood.

He doesn’t either.

The only person he even considers close enough to vent to, is Max. And even then, he doesn’t tell her all of it. Not nearly any of it.

She knows he’s gay only because she knows Neil’s a fucking homophobe. She knows he gets beat only because Neil does it in front of her. She knows his mom left only because sometimes Neil gets drunk and spits in Billy’s face that it’s all his fault she’s gone.

But she doesn’t know that Billy agrees with Neil on that last bit.

That maybe if he fought for her better-

Got in between her and Neil when he was goin’ in rough and hard on her down in the kitchen, instead of hiding under his bed with his hands pressed over his ears.

He’s got no one to work through all this shit with, and by the sounds of things, Steve hasn’t got anyone either.

And maybe that’s what they could be.

For each other.

Billy shook himself.

“You wanna start your movie?” He asked Steve, trying to redirect the evening back to their Favorite Movie Double Feature, and out of Billy’s Hopeless and Has Feelings territory.

Because time was ticking down.

And no matter how much Billy felt like Steve was the perfect compliment to his frayed and ragged soul.

Steve was leaving.

Steve was always leaving.

#yikes writes #show pony #rodeo au #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #i don't love this chapter but i haven't fixed it in the months its been sitting in my wip and i've written and LIKE the next three #so here it is mostly filler and exposition

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