#saying billy is worse than jason
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jason vs billy, some thoughts.
tldr: jason wanted to kill eddie in cold blood, vs billy who was only violent because violence and abuse are all he's ever known.
i'll start by saying that when it comes to 80s tropey high school bullies, jason fits the bill perfectly. he's the jock, the cool rich guy. he's what steve was meant to be in season one. jason is your basic, white, rich school jock bully.
billy's different. he's a metal head and he doesn't conform to the sleepy town aesthetic of hawkins at all. he struts in, double denim, thick boots, curly long hair, rock music blaring loud as fuck. billy hargrove instantly doesn't look like the jock bully stereotype. he's the metalhead outsider, the new kid. but he tries to fit into the jock mould all the same. he plays basketball, he goes to the parties, he flirts with all the women, he fights king steve to be the top dog. because that's how he survives. his dad abuses him, we know that, but if billy has 'friends' and sports and parties and a reputation as the popular guy to uphold, maybe his dad won't end him. so billy plays the bully. and it's easy because he was raised by one. it's easy to play that role.
then again, it's likely easy for jason to play his role too. his dad was probably the popular guy at school, and he grew up rich. well off. of course jason's going to be popular, of course he's going to be a jock. but where billy's trying to fit the mould, jason is the mould. you can see that billy's trying to fit in by the way he practises his smiles, and his lines in the mirror. he's trying to be this perfect image. whereas jason already is.
anyway, jason goes on a rampage across hawkins, starts accusing literal children of satanism and accuses eddie of being a cult leader, all because his girlfriend died. and while that's heartbreaking as fuck for jason, his girlfriend died and he went crazy. jason wanted to kill eddie and the hellfire club. the worst thing in jason's life is that his girlfriend was hanging around with a potential satanist, and he decided he wanted to commit murder.
the worst thing in billy's life? pick one. he's abused by his dad, controlled by his dad, forced to live under his dad's strict rules; and then he's captured by the mind flayer, abused and used and controlled by the mind flayer until billy literally kills himself because it's the only way out.
billy never wanted to kill anyone - yes in season 2 he makes comments, says he'll kill them, but he wouldn't. he's a seventeen year old angry hurt boy, and he's lashing out. he wanted to hurt, but that's because he was being hurt. he wanted the easy life he thought king steve had, he wanted the friends that max had, he wanted what everyone else had. but he never wanted to kill anyone, even if he said it. you can see his threats were just an excuse to throw fists (because fists is all he knows, from his father).
he never started a witch hunt:
that was jason.
so tell me how the rich, easy life jock boy jason is better than the poor abused and tortured new kid? tell me why billy deserves to be vilified and called the worst villain in the show, when all of his actions stem to the fact that his father beats him up? jason became unhinged so fucking fast, because his perfect life and his perfect girlfriend was taken from him.
jason fought lucas in the end, literally encouraged the witch hunt of a group of kids. he was not going to stop. he did to lucas exactly what billy did in season two. but where jason is somehow "understandable" in his actions because his girlfriend died, billy isn't? billy found his thirteen year old sister in a strangers house with a bunch of boys, one of them being his own age; tell me he's not got a reason to be angry.
and hey: jason wanted eddie to die. he wanted to fight him and to kill him. jason wound up the entire town, and got a bunch of his friends together, convinced them to tag along in his murderous quest. jason was willing to commit murder.
billy never would've taken it that far. he got close, in season 2 with the fight at the end, but he's not a murderer. he didn't go there intending to kill steve, or lucas. he went there (weaponless) to get his kid sister back home. unlike jason, who went to the house in season 4 with the intention to kill.
billy was just looking for his sister, and found steve, an eighteen year old guy, with his thirteen year old sister. of course he fought. but jason? jason went after eddie with the intention to harm.
look at jason and his gang in season 4, vs billy and his in season 3.
jason rounded up a gang, got weapons, and was ready to kill eddie. billy was being mind controlled and abused the entire time. he didn't have any part to play in the villainy of season 3. but jason? in season 4? that was all him.
it reeks of classism, you know? going crazy/bloodthirsty for love vs finding your kid sister in the middle of the night with an adult male is not the same motive: one has privilege, the other does not. and also, jason does what he does by choice. billy never had a choice, he’s abused and mind controlled. jason chose and had the freedom to turn on eddie and to spread hate against him. billy was being told what to do by his father and then the mind flayer. billy was not acting of his own wishes. but jason was.
at the root of jason, is someone willing to kill.
at the root of billy, is someone willing to be killed.
and saying billy is worse than jason, saying billy is worse than someone who wanted to kill someone is saying that anyone who's trauma comes out in a way that isn't deemed "perfect" or "normal" is a villain. anyone who doesn't "fit the mould" of society like jason does, is a monster, and deserves to die.
#stranger things#billy hargrove#not talking about the racial side of it because i've made three essays about that already#ann rambles#i hope that the actors one day realise this#cos saying all this shit about billy really only perpetuates the stereotype that abuse victims go on to be abusers#saying billy is worse than jason#who wanted to literally murder someone#is barbaric.#i wont sit here and say that a character isnt racist if a poc thinks they are#but i hope that this reaches people because racist or not billy is not worse than a literal wannabe murderer.#im sorry#he's just not#harringrove#added bits.#classism innit
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I just need someone to ask the duffers why literally every character on this show is worthy of redemption except the random teenage abuse victim from California.
Did dacre kill their mother or something like PLEASE make it make sense
#that’s what gets me in all this#I have such a hard time when people just do not make any sense lmfao#like…no I need explanation I need the pieces to line up#and they just are not in this scenario#how anyone can sit there with a straight face and say billy is worse than Jason and Henry and Brenner#WHAT is your beef lmao
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People really will be like... "Billy tried to kill Lucas!" when he said "You're dead, Sinclair" after Lucas kicked him in the balls for shoving him... and they really believe that this 17 year old was going to throw his entire life away by murdering a child in front of all these witnesses...
...but I can say Jason literally led a lynch mob and actually shot at / actually tried to kill Lucas because he thought he was justified in doing so and people really honestly and truly do not see how his behavior is rooted in a very white Christian racist ideology because he was "sad about his girlfriend" ???
So when we say Billy's dad hurts him whenever he can't control Max which is clearly evidenced in the same episode when his dad attacks him for not knowing where Max is, Billy is still an irredeemable asshole who fights children for no reason but Jason is sad about his girlfriend so that's okay.
If you are out here saying that Billy is worse than Jason, you're a fool. I literally do not understand you. Billy didn't even talk to or do anything to Lucas after that, and Lucas knew that despite everything Max was upset her brother died like that. If Lucas isn't dancing on his grave, why are you?
Like, sure, Billy would have still needed to make amends with him and change his attitudes and behaviors. He never got that opportunity, but I can absolutely guarantee that after all they went through he would do so. People learn prejudices and unlearn prejudices all the time.
Meanwhile, you don't think Jason posed a more immediate threat to Lucas? You don't think he didn't try to actually hunt down and kill Lucas? You don't think that evokes racist lynch mobs by the Christian far right, because that's what his little town hall speech sounded like to me? Oh my god...
#stranger things#make it make sense#what billy did was wrong#but some of y'all are outright saying#his behavior was worse than jason#i'm...#please get a clue#i was more concerned for lucas and erica's safety#when a literal lynch mob was after them#than when billy was being a keyed up bastard to the kids#the lack of critical thinking skills in that fandom i s2g
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Summary: Your lab partner, Eddie Munson, might be the most irritating person in your life. But when he unexpectedly comes to your rescue at a party, his chivalry is too hard to resist.
A collaboration with the absurdly talented @corroded-hellfire 🥰
WC: 3.8k
Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), fem!Reader, enemies-to-lovers, drinking, Billy Hargrove being a douche, fighting, blood, praise, fingering, accidental voyeurism if you squint, unprotected p in v, fluff because Red & I are some corny motherfuckers
Thank you @blueywrites for your idea that upped the spice 🌶️🌶️
Divider credit to @saradika
“Okay, so we need to mix the magnesium with hydrochloric acid,” you start, carefully measuring each substance and pouring them into a test tube, “and then we light the splint and see if it creates a squeaking noise.”
“Right,” Eddie says, not bothering to hide his disinterest. “And, uh, why are we doing this, exactly?”
You clench your jaw and exhale through your nose. Eddie getting under your skin is bad enough, but if he knew how much he annoyed you, he’d likely double down.
“We’re testing for the presence of oxygen,” you say with as much patience as you can muster. “And you need to wear safety goggles.”
He rolls his eyes and mimics you in a high-pitched and highly unflattering tone. “You need to wear safety goggles.”
He reaches for the matches, but you pull them away before he can grab them.
“I’m serious.”
Eddie scoffs. “Please. We’re not even blowing shit up. Besides, I have a gig tonight, and I’m not getting on stage with goggle marks on my face.”
Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure that’ll be the difference between your shitty band getting a record deal or not.”
“Whatever.” But he begrudgingly snaps on the protective gear, and you hand over the matchbox and the splint.
“So just li—seriously?” You watch, dumbfounded, as Eddie strikes a match and uses it to light the cigarette perched between his lips. Where had he kept it this whole time?
“What?” He asks with a smirk. “There’s, like, a million of these left. I’ll use the next one for the experiment thingy.”
He doesn’t get that far; Ms. O’Donnell marches over and yanks out the cigarette, snuffs it in the tray, and orders him to the principal’s office.
Leaving you to complete your work alone. Again.
Last week, it was because he’d kicked his feet up on the table and took a swig of Mountain Dew from a beaker. The week before, he’d blown up a rubber glove like a balloon and popped it right in Jason Carver’s ear, causing him to shatter a test tube on the ground.
You often felt more like a babysitter than a lab partner.
What you needed was a night out, so the party Steve Harrington was throwing tonight could not come any sooner. It wasn’t your usual scene, but all of your friends were going, and it certainly beat raiding your parents’ liquor cabinet alone.
Music blasts from an overpriced stereo system as you pull up to Steve’s house. Barely audible over the reverberating bass is the sound of drunken cheering as someone does a kegstand. You sigh, plaster a smile on your face, and make a beeline for the punch bowl.
Heather Holloway ladles jungle juice into an already pink-stained cup; you’re grateful for at least one kind face in a sea of Hawkins High students and recent graduates.
“Heather, hi!” You smile at her, plucking a new cup from the stack and filling it nearly to the brim. “How’s college?”
Heather takes a sip, wrinkling her nose at the vodka’s pungency. “Way better than high school,” she says with a laugh. “I’m taking an intro to biochem, and my lab partner actually shows up.”
You raise your glass in a mock toast. “Maybe you could take mine. He’s more trouble than he’s worth.”
She laughs. “Can’t be worse than when I was stuck with The Freak last year. He never showed up to class.”
“Really?”
“Mhm. And Ginny Anderson was his lab partner during his first senior year, and he pulled the same shit.”
Lucky them, you think wryly. Guess he decided to be a star student for his third go-around.
Frat boy-style cheering echoes from behind you and when you spin around you see Billy Hargrove strutting through the crowd, towards the kitchen. He throws a wink to a few girls and slaps five to one of the guys on the basketball team. If he’s coming into the kitchen, it’s the last place you want to be.
The living room is smoky and loud, but it beats getting stuck next to the booze with a jackass like Hargrove. Every thump of the bass has the little sips of alcohol you’ve taken sloshing around in your stomach. It’s hard to tell where you’re going or even what direction you’re going with so many people, so you just keep wading through groups until finally you come upon some space to breathe.
Unfortunately, this space brings you right back to where you began: in front of the kitchen. Just in time for Billy to sidle up next to you, the scent of whiskey and tangy cologne wafting off of him in waves.
“Where have you been all my life?” he asks, as if it’s supposed to be charming instead of nausea-inducing.
“Was better a second ago,” you mumble, not caring if he hears you or not. But when you move to step away from the blonde, the smarmy look slips from his too-pretty face and is replaced with a mask of set determination.
Strong fingers curl around your wrist, just tight enough to cause the barest amount of pain. The audacity and possessiveness are what piss you off the most, though.
A gentle tug of your arm does nothing to free it from his grip, so you try a little harder. Still nothing.
“Let go,” you seethe. The words are biting, but you’re a chihuahua up against a doberman.
Somehow, above your pulse pounding in your ears and the music thumping throughout the large house, you hear the distinct clang of a metal lunchbox snap shut and heavy boots on polished wood floors headed in your direction.
You sense Eddie over your shoulder before he appears in your peripheral vision. A moment hangs in the air where he and Billy stare at one another, and you watch them both, unsure of what is about to happen.
Eddie steels his jaw, unmoving. “Let her go,” he says, a slight rasp in his tone.
The jock remains unfazed, unthreatened. “Shouldn’t you be worshiping Satan’s asshole, Freak?”
“Shouldn’t you be worshiping Tommy’s? Or does he only worship yours?”
A cacophony of laughter stirs up an anger inside of Billy. He grabs Eddie by the jacket collar and slams him against the counter. “If you don’t fuck off in the next three seconds, I’ll kick you ass so hard that your uncle won’t even be able to identify your body.”
Eddie smirks. “One…two—”
Billy’s fist crashes into Eddie’s cheek with a sickening crack. Eddie returns with a punch to Billy’s abdomen, but not before his face sustains a few more hits.
Shock loosens its grasp on you and you call out for help, knowing it’s no use getting in the middle of their brawl. Someone—Tommy H, maybe—is chanting “fight!” and it takes all of your willpower not to clock him yourself.
Billy finally lets up when Eddie falls to the floor, clutching his stomach in agony. “Maybe next time, you’ll mind your fucking business,” he spits through his split lip—one of the few punches Eddie managed to land.
His smarminess is enough to provoke a reflexive response in you. As he gloats, you deliver a swift kick square to his crotch. A choked whine slips from Billy’s parted lips as he doubles over. You snort a laugh to yourself thinking about how the dumbbell is probably going to spin this story so he doesn’t seem like any less than the King of Hawkins High in front of his fellow party-goers. He’ll never be able to take away your satisfaction at using a pair of your nicest shoes to crush Billy’s balls though.
Eddie is still on the ground, wiping blood that’s trickled out of his right nostril onto the back of his sleeve. Turning your back to Billy, you bend down and offer your hand to Eddie. He accepts it with a weak smile and you help him to his feet.
“Are you okay?” you ask.
“Nothing I can’t handle,” Eddie says with a shrug and a sad smile that knots your stomach. He’s been hurt worse than this?
Unable to follow that train of thought, you reach out and slip your hand into Eddie’s. You give a small tug and he readily follows you down the hall of the Harrington home, the thumping beat of the bass becoming softer the further you walk.
In the back corner of the house you manage to find a bathroom that’s not occupied by someone puking the mixture of alcohol they’ve consumed or a couple hooking up, going at it like wild animals. This one looks like it’s been hardly touched all night and you click the lock into place once you and Eddie are inside.
Eddie takes a seat on the closed toilet lid, his calloused fingers coming up to gently touch the gash right across his chin. He winces at the tenderness of the wound while you crouch down and look in the cabinets underneath the sink for a first aid kit.
“Ah, here we are,” you announce as you pull out the small white box with the red cross on it. On your knees, you shuffle over towards Eddie and slide the kit along with you. “It’s not so bad,” you tell Eddie as you dab some rubbing alcohol on a small swath of gauze. “The face just bleeds more because—”
“Because the blood vessels in the face are so close to the skin,” Eddie finishes for you.
“Wow,” you say, raising your eyebrows at him. “I’m impressed.”
“We are in the same science class, you know,” Eddie teases with a playful smirk. It quickly turns to a grimace though as you begin to dab at his wounds.
“I thought I recognized you from the seat next to mine,” you joke back. There’s silence for a few moments while you clean off all the excess blood and bandage up the open cuts. “Why are you suddenly interested in science this year? I mean, I was talking to Heather before and she said you never showed up when you were her lab partner. So, what? Renewed attempt to graduate?”
“Uh,” Eddie says with an awkward chuckle. He avoids your eyes and rubs his hand along the back of his neck. “Something like that.”
“Got the hots for O’Donnell?”
He belly laughs at that thought, grimacing at the pain it causes. “Fuck, no!” He shakes his head. “She looks like a walrus and a naked mole rat had some sort of freaky baby.”
You wrinkle your nose. “Ew.”
“You were the one who suggested I’m into her,” Eddie rebutted, and fairly so.
“I didn’t make you compare her to a—”
A loud crash stops you mid-sentence, followed by someone drunkenly lamenting, “not the punch!”
“We’re probably safer hiding out in here for a bit,” Eddie says softly, “unless you want to volunteer to clean up whatever mess they made.”
“I think cleaning up your mess is more than enough for tonight.” To punctuate your point, you swipe a clean piece of gauze over a small cut you’d previously missed. “Besides, I wanna know what’s suddenly got you showing up to class.”
Eddie’s eyes roam your body far more conspicuously than he’d like, but the attention fills you with a newfound warmth. “You.” He snorts out a little laugh, startling you slightly. “Fuck, I’m drunker than I thought.”
“W-Wait.” You fight off the embarrassment that accompanies your stuttered words. “I’m the reason …?”
He noticed your reaction, mistaking disbelief for discomfort. “Does that make things…does that make you feel weird?” Nerves marr whatever joking tone he was trying to convey.
All you can do is shake your head. “No. It makes things…good.” Good insufficiently describes your reaction, though part of you waits for the other shoe to drop. It’s a prank, his way of getting back at you for—
A hooked finger in the belt loop of your jeans snags your attention, Eddie gently tugging you closer to him. “And now?”
“Still good. Better, actually.” Resting one hand on his sore chest, you lean in and add, “will it hurt if I kiss you?”
“Don’t care.”
Despite him not caring, you certainly care if you’re going to hurt him or not. Your mouth moves slowly towards his, lips just barely brushing against each other as your breaths co-mingle. It’s not enough for Eddie though, and he presses his lips against yours with more force, stealing the air from your lungs as your body melts against his. The back bathroom at the Harrington household is not something you would’ve considered romantic before, but right now it’s the only place you want to be. Tucked away in the corner with Eddie, trading explorative kisses as your hands roam each other's bodies.
Your body buzzes when Eddie’s tongue sweeps against yours, heat immediately pooling between your legs.
Instinctively, gingerly, you press your torso to his, one trembling finger hooking into his belt loop. A moan escapes you, soft but saturated with need. Eddie clocks it immediately.
“Mhm.” His smile threatens to break the kiss. “That’s it.”
You feel the button of your jeans unfasten, the sound of unzipping music to your ears. His hand slips between the denim and the newly exposed lace of your panties, grin widening when it reaches the damp patch.
Eddie’s hardness strains against the confines of his own pants, and you rush to relieve that ache. His exhale when you touch him—over his boxers, but not as gently as he touches you—makes you even wetter.
“Gotta have you.” He toys with your waistband but doesn’t explore further until he hears your ‘yes,’ pathetic and whimpering but consent nonetheless. “Good girl,” he growls, sending a shiver coursing through you.
The pads of his fingertips find your clit without struggle, rubbing precise circles over it that have you groaning his name. “Every time you say my name from now on,” he murmurs, “I’m gonna think about this.”
“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.” It’s part taunt and part truth; only his name is on your mind. Your back arches against the sink, porcelain digging into your skin, but you barely notice.
One strong hand reaches for the strap of your tank top, pulling it down so harshly that the fabric tears. He mutters a soft swear, tugs the rest of the shirt down until your bra is completely visible.
“Fuckin’ perfect.” Eddie kisses your chest, groaning when the sensation of his lips causes you to squeeze his throbbing cock. “Careful, or I’ll—”
He’s interrupted by the door swinging wide open, Billy and Heather wrapped around each other in drunken lust. Billy’s eyes widen, their blueness dulled from the liquor, when he sees that the bathroom is currently occupied—and by whom.
The intrusion startles you as well, but you’re much quicker at recovering than the inebriated asshole gaping at you from the doorway.
“Get the fuck out!” you hiss.
Heather turns her head to look in your direction, as if she hadn't been aware there was anyone else in the bathroom until you’d spoken up. It’s clear she’s had quite a few more drinks since you’d seen her in the kitchen.
Whether it’s the alcohol, the shock, or his own stupidity, Billy doesn’t make a move towards leaving, let alone tug Heather along with him. The blonde shakes a few curls out of his eyes, causing Heather to reach up and twirl one around her finger.
“Jesus Christ, is this douche even capable of hearing a woman if she isn’t moaning his name?” Eddie mutters to you before rounding on the drunken pair and raising his voice. “The lady said out. Now.”
Something finally snaps Billy out of his dazed state and he curls his lip, giving the two of you a half-hearted sneer. He pulls Heather out of the doorway so quickly that it looks like she gets whiplash as he slams the door closed behind them.
Eddie leans over and locks the door, giving the knob a twist for good measure. “Do me a favor, honey?” His voice is a ribbon of silk down your spine. “Turn around so you’re facing the mirror.”
You do as he says, hands planted on the sink ledge. Your shirt is torn, make-up smudged, and you’re out of breath from the impromptu make out session. Ducking your head, you’re determined to avoid your reflection until tobacco-scented words tickle your ear from behind.
“Be a good girl and look at yourself while I fuck you.” Eddie moves your thong over, exposing your pussy, and exhales with a tremble. His middle finger glides over your folds before pushing into you slowly. “You got wetter when I called you a good girl, didn’t you?”
“Mhm,” you manage, stifling a moan as his ring finger joins his middle.
A teasing pout graces Eddie’s lips. “Such a good girl. And only for me.”
“Only for you,” you echo.
He taps the head of his cock on your bare ass, leaving drops of pre-cum in his wake. “Gotta be inside you,” he growls. “Gotta fuckin’ feel what a good girl you are.”
The sensation of his cock dragging down along your folds mixed with him knowing just what to say to get you squirming has you dropping your head forward with a soft whimper. A strong, calloused hand quickly finds its way up to your throat though, and presses with just enough pressure to remind you that you’re supposed to be looking at yourself in the mirror.
When you lift your head, you’re greeted by the sight of a smirking Eddie behind you in the mirror.
“Atta girl,” he praises.
At a torturously slow pace, Eddie begins to push inside of you. A guttural groan slips past your gritted teeth as he stretches your walls, the pleasure causing you to curl your toes inside your shoes.
“Fuck,” Eddie breathes out before pulling his hips back. “Pussy’s even tighter than I imagined.”
The mental image of Eddie laying in bed with his hand wrapped around his cock, thinking of you is enough to make your knees weak. They can’t buckle too much; Eddie has one hand gripping you tight and the other trailing down to your clit. Each deliberate circle is punctuated by a thrust, pleasure from every angle.
He kisses your shoulder blade, groaning when you tighten around him. “Look at yourself,” he growls his reminder. “Look how beautiful you are, all fucked out like this.”
You catch another glimpse; this time, you see Eddie’s lust-filled expression along with your own. He’s even further gone than you are, so focused on burying himself within you to care about the sweat matting his bangs to his forehead or the way his teeth dig into his lower lip.
“Say it.” His voice is half-commanding, half-pleading.
“S-Say what?” Each word is a struggle, your orgasm building to a peak you’d never before reached.
“That you’re beautiful.” He tugs you even closer to him, and there’s no mistaking his dominance for anything else. “So—goddamn—beautiful.”
You follow his order without a second thought. “I’m b-beautiful, all fucked out like th-this.”
Eddie’s hips snap against the plush of your ass at a frenetic pace. “That’s it; that’s my good girl.” Not a good girl, you note. His good girl.
One hand atop his, desperate for as much contact as possible, you moan: “your good girl.”
“Oh, fuck.” Everything is you—you and him together, and it drives him to the edge. “You…you gotta…’m so close,” he rambles.
“Me, too.” Panting breaths mingle with his groans, your walls tightening around him as you come. It’s so much, so intense, and tears cloud your vision resulting from the overwhelming bliss. “Eddie, oh, Eddie.”
He spills into you with a cry of your name. “H-ohmygod, holy fuckin’ shit.” His thrusts don’t stop until every last drop of his cum is inside you.
Eddie’s chest presses against your back, but he’s careful not to put all his weight on you. The feeling of him so solid and warm behind lulls you from pure ecstasy to warm contentment, not wanting to move out from beneath him.
A few silent moments pass before Eddie pulls out of you, both of you disappointed by the loss of contact. But Eddie’s hands refuse to let you go entirely, gently running over your hips and up your sides. The touch is featherlight and sends a comforting tingle throughout your limbs.
“You with me?” Eddie’s worn-out voice asks you.
“Mhmm,” you hum in acknowledgment. “Don’t wanna move.”
Eddie gives a husky chuckle in reply before he stands up, reluctantly taking a step away from you. Your own muscles whine in protest as you stand straight, the tell-tale signs of a good fucking already settling in.
The two of you begin to clean up, each slipping back into articles of clothing along the way. One question prickles the back of your mind in the quiet room and you know your brain won’t be able to rest until it has an answer.
“Uh, Eddie?” you ask once you’ve cleaned up your smeared lipstick.
“Yeah?”
“Are you still going to come to class? Or, you know, now that you’ve had me you won’t have a reason to anymore?” You try to hide the insecurity in your tone but there was no mistaking the slight edge your words had.
Eddie pauses mid-buckling his belt and gives you a frown.
“Sweetheart,” Eddie says and the nickname alone already has your engine revving for a round two. “I wouldn’t sit through O’Donnell’s class for someone I only wanted to fuck. If I’m gonna listen to that hag drone on and on then there’s a damn good reason I’m sitting my ass in that classroom.” With a sigh, Eddie steps closer to you and after a moment’s hesitation, cups your face in his hands. “Can I take you out? Do things, ya know, the right way?”
A little trill of a giggle bursts out of you, which makes Eddie frown. But you’re quick to let him in on what you found amusing.
“You mean having sex in a bathroom at Steve Harrington’s house isn’t the typical way romances start?”
A grin slowly slides across Eddie’s mouth and you swear it’s one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. All you want to do is keep that smile on his handsome face as much as you possibly can.
“A romance, huh?” He clicks his tongue. “If I’d known that’s what this was, I would’ve at least fucked you in a guest room.”
You let your fingers brush over the fly of his jeans, feeling a gentle twitch from behind the zipper. “How about for round two?”
Eddie holds your face in his hands as he kisses you deeply, only breaking it to smile and murmur:
“You read my mind, Beautiful.”
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Hi, I just want to say that I adore your writing. I want to ask if you could write a Billy x reader fic, where reader is part of hellfire and Billy develops a crush on the reader to the point where Max is irritated by how lovesick he is. Max tells him to ask her out as it’s obvious that he likes her but Billy makes up an excuse which causes Max to roll her eyes and tell him to grow up. Billy asks the reader out and it turns out that she likes him too and it turns out that they have a lot in common (for example their shared love of metalica). On the Monday following the date during lunch Jason starts picking the hellfire table and calls them all freaks, Billy gets protective over the reader and punches him telling him to stay the hell away from his girl. This probably isn’t the best idea but if you do choose to write it, I can’t wait to read it
I hope this is what you were hoping for and you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting and your kind words<3
Not freaks
When Max first wanted to join Hellfire, Billy laughed his ass off. She rolled her eyes and scoffed. She didn't want to tell him or deal with him making fun of her, but she needed to be picked up. She'd seen Eddie drive, and she didn't want any part of that. He made Billy look like a safe driver.
Billy didn't agree, but he didn't have a choice. He knew Neil would lose his head if something happened to Max. He was smacking his steering wheel as he jammed out to Metallica. His speakers were loud and he was smoking his cigarette.
"Bye Max! See you tomorrow, tell your ride a great song" Billy threw out his cigarette, unlocking his door as he looked toward the passenger side. Max slid in as she waved off to a girl. A girl Billy never noticed before. He slightly leaned towards Max to see her but Max shoved him.
"Space! Jeez," Billy rolled his eyes at her comment and watched as the girl walked to her car. Even from the back of her head, she had Billy's attention, in more ways than one.
~~~
Billy couldn't recognize the girl and it was driving him insane, but he'd never ask Max. He didn't need her knowing his business or ruining his chance. He paid more attention in the hallways and his classes, searching around to see if he could spot her. But he never did.
"Hellfire ends at eight, so don't be late!" Max demanded, throwing on her backpack. Billy rolled his eyes and went to make a smart remark when that same girl walked up.
"Hey, Max! Are you ready for tonight? I sense Eddie is preparing to destroy all of us." Billy felt himself smiling as the girl giggled. His blue eyes checked her out, taking in her jeans and black sweater. Her black boots gave her a few inches as she ruffled Max's hair.
"Not like he can. We have the control." Max scoffed, she refused to ever seem weak around boys.
Billy coughed as loud as he could, knocking his knuckles on the car hood. Max rolled her eyes and turned around.
"Yes?" She hissed
Billy tried to signal what he wanted, nodding his head towards the girl. Max glared as she turned back.
"This is my asshole brother, Billy," Max announced with a bored tone. Crossing her arms as she smirked back at Billy.
"Y/N." She said, smiling politely as she nodded to him. Billy smirked and nodded back.
"You're the guy with the good music taste." She said, remembering the song that blasted way too loud through his speakers.
"And you're the pretty girl that recognized good taste." Billy smacked on his charming smile, loving how she smiled to the ground at the compliment.
"Gag," Max said, grabbing Y/N's hand and dragging her into the building.
~~~
"Tell me about Y/N" Billy demanded as he took the spot next to Max at the kitchen table. She looked up from her textbook with an annoyed sigh.
"Senior, hot, edgy, sadly your type, and even worse you are hers," Max said, shivering in fake disgust.
"But she's a hellfire freak?" Billy asked. "She doesn't seem to be freakish."
Max rolled her eyes, as usual. "Hellfire doesn't make you a freak, asshole. She's creative and is a damn good player. If anyone took the time to understand how DnD works, you'd realize it's not a freak show. Plus she'd kick your ass if you ever called her or any of us that."
"Is she single?" Billy asked, Max swore he almost looked nervous.
"If she had a boyfriend I would have said that, dingus." Max hissed, slamming her book shut. "I'd like to study in peace."
~~~
Billy had a sense of pride hearing Max say that he was Y/N's type. He honestly never cared to chase a girl, but he kept wondering about her.
During lunch he looked toward the freak hellfire table, seeing her smile. Billy couldn't help but stare, she was a magnet. She was single, but was she into any of them? Billy's eyes set on Eddie, a guy who had long hair like Billy did. A guy who wore leather like Billy did. Listened to cool bands like Billy did. If Billy was her type, would Eddie be too? He watched as she giggled and smacked Eddie's arm. His arm was thrown over her shoulder as he snacked on her fries. Billy took a mental note to ask Max about it.
~~~
"Dudeeeeee, you've asked about her every single day for the past week. Just ask the damn girl out." Max huffed, another night of Billy asking questions. She hated that he was a player and she had to deal with endless girls in her house. But somehow lovesick Billy was even worse.
"Her and I have barely had an interaction. She's not going to say yes to a stranger, Max!" He argued.
"You're not a stranger. I introduced you."
"In a horrible way might I add." Billy said as he glared down at her.
"Oh, whatever. I'm sure she's heard all about you around the halls." Max said, flipping through the TV. Her words made Billy a tad nervous. What if she was turned off by him because of his asshole and fuck boy act. Max looked over at him as he got silent. Her eyes looked over him. He almost looked nervous again.
"Look, you got a reputation and she might not be into that. But if you do like her and are serious about dating not just fucking. I think she'd hear you out." Max said softly, she stood up and patted his back as a sort of comfort. He smiled at the gesture and her words.
"What's her number?"
~~~
Max stood in Billy's door frame laughing as he raced around his room to find out what to wear. He tore apart his closet and dresser.
"Dude, it's a date. Grab jeans and a shirt that isn't unbuttoned all the way." Max advised.
Billy grabbed a classic T-shirt and his favorite jeans, pushing Max out of his room as he closed the door. He got dressed and covered himself in cologne. He hated that he was nervous.
~~~
"Billy I suck at this!" She groaned as she tossed the tiny ball. Billy laughed next to her, winning her skeeball challenge.
"Then why did you make it a competition?"
"Because I'm usually good at everything!" She huffed. Billy smiled at her pout and came behind her.
"Here, let me help." He tried not to melt when he smelled her sweet perfume. His hand covered hers as he swung her arm back.
"Follow this motion, then let the ball go." He instructed, he moved her arm back and forward. Her hand released the ball and went up the ramp. The ball finally made it in.
"YES!" She cheered, turning around as she hugged Billy. Her excitement was contagious as he spun her around.
Once she landed back on her feet, she realized how close their faces were. Her breath caught in her throat as he leaned down. His soft lips pressed against hers.
~~~
Billy was still buzzing from the date. A smile on his face as he walked into school. Even Max could notice how happy he was.
He was reading through a car magazine in the cafeteria. Ignoring the commotion around him. Until he heard her voice.
He snapped his head up to see Jason at their table, running his mouth about the freaks and other names in the book. Billy took a deep breath and stood up. He walked over to the table as Y/N stood up and got in Jason's face.
"What are you gonna do, freak bitch?" Before Y/N could even speak, Billy grabbed Jason's shoulder and turned him around. His right fist connected with Jason's jaw, sending him straight to the floor.
"BILLY!" she gasped, grabbing his arm and moving him away. Teachers rushed to check on Jason.
"Talk about my girl or hellfire again, and I'll make sure you can never get back up." Billy hissed.
The hellfire table sat shocked that Billy Hargrove stood up for them. Y/N smiled at her boyfriend and Eddie gave him an approved nod.
Max smiled as she finally saw Billy in a new light, a happy Billy.
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Sorta sequel of this post (where Bruce is happy that Damian has totally and completely normal human friends). You don't have to read that one to get this one tho lol.
Slight Trigger Warning: minor description of injuries and blood, including injuries to ears and scalp. It's quick and not much detail on the injuries themselves, but I wanted to give a heads up.
Tim always thought his friend group was the most unhinged in the family.
Not anymore.
His friends at least had enough of a sense of self preservation to book it when Bruce caught them doing something they shouldn't and leveled them with A Look.
Tim's pretty sure Damian's friends call god a bitch to his face everyday and give him a wedgie in a Denny's parking at least twice a week. He's positive he saw them roast one of the League's S tier world ending threats to the point of tears last weekend. The footage was too badly corrupted to prove it, but he knows what he saw.
All of which to say, he's shouldn't be surprised when Bruce levels little Elle Nightingale and her cousin Billy Batson with his patented "You Are In So Much Trouble" BatDad Face (TM) and the little hellions just grin back at him, entirely unaffected. Shouldn't be but still is because holy fuck even Jason will still back off when Bruce levels him with that look. And these kids had the gaul to ask Bruce if they could go get ice cream after they were done here.
Bruce blinks first. It feels like an omen for the ends times.
Tim can't blame him though, you can’t look into the heart of insanity and chaos like that for too long without risking losing something in the process. Steph was right, they really are nightmare demons sent to feed on their fear and uncertainty.
Billy swipes a smear of blood away from his busted nose with the sleeve of his torn and dirty shirt. Elle's teeth are pink and red from blood - Tim isn't sure if it's better or worse that it's not her blood. Jon was bouncing between fussing over Damian - who Superboy had been mostly able to keep from joining the fight and thus probably saved a couple of lives - and casting worried looks at his two bloody friends as they stood lined up in front of Bruce. At least one of them had enough sense to be wary of that look.
Tim would say that Jon was the well behaved one of the bunch - and worryingly enough he might be - but he'd heard him yelling give em the chair at one of the two scrappers as he and Bruce came running over so he knows it's only the fact that a punch from even a baby Kryptonian would have killed a person that kept the littest Kent out of the fight rather than any idea that the fight itself was wrong. All four children look ruthlessly proud of each other.
The ones the hellions were fighting - a couple of guys Tim's age who had been stupid enough to try and bully Damian at all, let alone in front of his pack of feral raccoons - looked like they'd gone several rounds with Killer Croc before being thrown around by Bane and run over by a car. They deserved it- assholes - but they still looked rough.
One was bleeding from several bite wounds Elle had inflicted on him, earlobes a mess from where the little girl had torn his earrings out, both eyes blackened and swollen to the point he couldn't open them anymore. The other had a large red and bleeding bald spot from where Billy had ripped a good chunk of hair out, nose completely shattered- likely in retaliation for what had been done to Billy's - and elbow hanging at an odd angle. Tim's not sure which one of them had the chair - thankfully one of those fabric folding ones and not something more solid - broken over them, or which hellspawn had taken Jon's suggestion to heart, but either way he could see the twisted up remains of the item in question laying not too far away.
At least the EMTs were ushering the two weeping teens away into ambulances so they could get taken care of. Tim's pretty sure Elle and Billie would try and get a few more hits in otherwise and knowing them he doesn't doubt that at least one of the cops that had shown up on the scene would end up losing a finger or two in the process. Which normally Tim would be fine with - he has files on all of these guys and they deserve way worse than what a couple twelve year olds could do to them - but in this case he's already having a hard time convincing the officers that it's just a matter of some kids defending one of their friends from a couple of bullies.
Ugh. Some people just didn't understand children and it really showed. It was a public park, kids were gonna be kids. Just a normal childhood scrap. The real problem were the highschoolers who tried to start shit with a group of little kids.
Sure the hellions were feral and unhinged enough to be unbothered by Bruce trying to chide them about starting fights instead of getting an adult to help, but at the end of the day playground scuffles will happen and the kids were just defending themselves. Cops should be thankful that BL wasn't able to join them for the day or someone would have ended up shoved into a cooler or something.
Eh, whatever. He got them to drop the assault charges - which were ridiculous, Elle & Billie were normal twelve year olds getting into a fight, it wasn't like it was Damian with all his training and skills - and Bruce had given up on trying to be disapproving of them not reporting the attempted bullying to him instead of handling it themselves. Probably because at the end of the day he was a little proud of the little shits for defending Damian and standing up against some bullies. And really Tim was too. They might be vicious little hellspawns sent there to torment them all, but they were good kids at the end of the day and they cared about Damian enough to throw down with guys twice their size.
Tim pulled up a list of the nearest ice cream places on his phone, Bruce was totally going to cave on that front and even if he didn't Tim was willing to use his executive Big Brother privileges to get them ice cream anyway. He isn’t going to need to though. Jon had thrown his puppy dog eyes into the mix on that front and Tim knows from experience how much a kryptonian looking hopeful could get away with when it came to this family. Hell, Kon had probably taught his little brother that face for these exact kinds of situations because of how effective it was.
"I'm still going to have to tell Jazz about this." Bruce said as they shuffled off towards the restrooms to try and get everyone cleaned up, a parting shot to make up for his failure to cow them earlier.
"Please don't tell her! She’s gonna make us read articles about conflict resolution again!"
"B come on that's no fair! You said we did good not letting those assholes get away with their bullying shit!"
"Language!"
Huh, Tim thought with a grin. Maybe the little demons weren't as terrifyingly unstoppable as he thought.
#dc x dp#dp x dc#danny phantom#batman#danielle fenton#dani fenton#danielle phantom#billy batson#damian wayne#jon kent#bruce wayne#tim drake#Tim: God those kids are weird#Random Person: because of *lists many many things that the kids do that aren’t normal or are outright impossible for children to do*#Tim: What? No that’s just how kids are#Tim: I'm talking about the fact that they can beat Bruce at a stare down *that’s* some freaky shit#not a single member of the batfam know what regular children are like#Would Jon be down for Elle & Billy to beat the shit out of some teenagers?#Probably not normally but they were being mean to his best friend#If Damian got involved someone would have ended up in the ICU rather than just the emergency room#and since Jon is the only one that can hold on to him/won't just let him go he has to be content with offering up cheers from the sideline#it's hard being the reasonable and grounded friend in a gang of feral raccoons#Box Lunch is mad she didn't get to join in when she finds out later and spends a week haunting the dudes#Tim is in awe of Jazz's ability to keep these demons more or less in line
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The Straightest Guy In Hawkins
(Internalized) homophobia tw
"I'm gonna fuck so many bitches this summer." Billy bragged, as he lied on Steve's bed, tossing his baseball into the air.
"Uh huh..." Steve passively responded, continuing to work on their project.
"So many hot babes with big tits and—"
"Couldja shut up and help me with this project? God, You've been pissing me off lately."
"What'd you say? I'm pissing you off?!" Billy sprang up.
"Yeah. Ever since we went to your house to work on this stupid project and I saw that magazine, you've been going overboard to try and prove to me that you're super straight, the straightest guy in Hawkins." Steve rolled his eyes. "Y'know what? I don't care if you're straight, not straight, doesn't matter."
"Well I am straight." Billy pointlessly insisted.
"Good for you! I'm not, and I don't give a shit."
"You're...not?" Billy questioned in disbelief.
"No."
Billy chuckled in response. "Does daddy Harrington know you're a fa—"
"No!" Steve exclaimed. "He doesn't. And if I told him, I don't think he'd care. I don't think my parents even see me half the time, alright? So-so just drop it. Like I said, I don't give a shit if you like guys or girls or both or neither. I just wanna get this project done. We have 3 more days and a lot to do."
Silence filled the room. An uncomfortable, lonely silence. Billy froze. He wanted to speak up, be honest with Steve, but he knew being honest with Steve would lead to his haunting crush on him surfacing again.
"I'm...not." He blurted out. "I'm gay, actually."
Steve set down his pencil and turned his attention to Billy. "Does your dad know you're a—"
"No." He fearfully shook his head. "He'd kill me. Like...actually murder me. He already thinks I'm a failure. If he found out I was a gay failure, he'd probably beat me until I stopped moving."
"So...am I the only person who knows?"
Billy shrugged. "Aside from the 2 guys I've hooked up with."
"In Hawkins?"
"Nah, you're the only other queer I've met around here."
"There're others, trust me. You have options."
The silence returned again. Steve could sense that something was still troubling Billy.
"What is it? You worried I'll tell?"
"Not really...forget it. Let's finish the project."
"C'mon. Talk to me. You've already told me your deepest darkest secret, what could be worse than that?"
"The fact that there's...someone I like. But I can't see them because it runs the risk of my dad finding out."
"Who is it? I'll tell you if he's queer or not."
Billy gently shook his head.
"Is it Eddie? He's definitely queer, I know for a fact—"
"What?! No! ...Wait, you hooked up with Munson?" Billy wondered, shielding his jealousy.
"I—no, we...we kissed once at a party, during a drinking game, but there was tongue, and he was totally into it, so I'm pretty sure—"
"It's..." Billy sighed. "It's not him."
"Is it Jason?" Steve chuckled. "God, I hope not. That guy's probably straighter than you could ever pretend to be—"
"Not him either." Billy snapped. "Let's just finish the project, okay? I'm sorry for...pissing you off, or whatever."
Billy joined Steve at the table where they focused on nothing but the project.
"So I think...we just need to put a little more information in this paragraph so it's longer, and then we'll be done. Then we can type it up."
"Lemme see."
When Billy absentmindedly reached for the paper, his hand accidentally touched Steve's and he sharply pulled away.
"Sorry." He apologized.
Steve narrowed his eyes. "That's the second time you apologized to me."
"And?"
"And. You never apologize. What's up?"
Billy shook his head. "I'dunno what you're talkin' about."
"Billy—"
"Can it, Harrington. I'm trying to read this."
"You're not even looking at it!"
Billy slammed the paper down and stood suddenly, knocking the chair to the floor. "I'm going home."
"What?! You can't just leave, we didn't—"
"I'm tired of you questioning me. Now you're pissing me off."
Steve picked up the chair, watching disappointedly as Billy grabbed his jacket.
"I didn't mean to piss you off. I shouldn't have been pushing you so much about a touchy subject in the first place. It's my fault."
"It isn't."
"Huh?"
"I said it isn't!" Billy snapped. "See you tomorrow."
Steve slumped in his seat when he heard Billy's camaro skirt out of the driveway. Even though he apologized, he still wished he could do more for Billy.
The following day, Billy didn't even show up for school. Steve worried Billy was avoiding him completely, and began to worry about their incomplete project.
When he arrived home, Billy was already there, smoking a cigarette on his porch.
"Hope you're not ashing in my mom's rose bush." He said with a smile.
"Wouldn't dream of tainting Mrs. Harrington's precious roses." Billy sneered.
"Missed you at school today—well, I didn't mean like, I missed you, but—you were...you were missing."
"Had some shit on my mind, so I ditched today."
Steve opened his mouth to ask, but he knew that wouldn't be a smart idea. He'd probably just chase Billy off again.
"Ready to finish this project, then?"
Billy tossed his cigarette into the street. "Yeah, let's get it over with."
They finished the project in 40 minutes and Steve offered Billy a beer to celebrate.
"Think we're gonna get an A?"
"Pretty sure. We followed all the instructions to a T."
"Yeah. Yeah we did." Steve agreed.
"About yesterday, I'm—"
"No. Don't even bother trying to apologize. I'm the one who should be sorry."
"Oh yeah? For what?"
"I kept prodding into your business. I pushed you. I didn't mean to."
Billy shrugged. "'Kay, whatever."
"So, you accept my apology?"
"Will you cry if I don't?"
"Maybe." Steve answered with a pout.
Billy smiled. Not cynically, not mischievously, just...a smile. A pretty one, at that.
"Hey, listen. You wanna, like...hang out? Grab dinner, go to the movies, whatever?"
"You buying?"
"If I buy, it's a date."
"Then no." Billy declined. "Not interested."
"Not interested in a date?" Steve paused. "Or not interested in me?"
Billy leaned in, the once cute smile turning mischievous. "What makes you think you could pull a guy like me?"
Steve leaned in, but far closer. He licked his lips and smirked. "Wishful thinking, I guess." He half shrugged. "Hoping the guy you like could be me."
Billy bit his lip, his smile widening. He pulled Steve in by his collar and kissed him.
It was chaste and no words followed, but it spoke loudly enough to answer Steve's question.
"Pick me up tomorrow at 8. And don't let on that we're like...y'know. I don't need my dad to suspect anything."
"Don't worry. It'll be our little secret."
Steve stole another chaste kiss before Billy pulled away, leaving him hoping for more.
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Are you stupid?
You can be racist and have POC friends, Jason is way worse than Billy any day. Jason isn't the one being abused by his father everyday, he isn't poor, he didn't get taken from his home and live with a step sibling that he didn't know that well.
Jason is a horrible person and got his friend to tackle Erica, then he held a gun at Lucas. You can't tell me that that isn't racist, you can't tell me that's worse than what Billy ever did. Jason said "I thought you were one of the good ones". That. Is. Racist.
Billy got his bad traits from his father. Billy got beat by his father. Billy was crying into the phone for his mom to come home. Billy had no support system. Steve was the only person that Billy bullied and tormented, and in my opinion, Steve is a worse character than Billy.
Steve threw slurs, while Billy got slurs thrown at him by his own father. Just because you don't care about abuse victims, doesn't mean you have to spread your hate.
I think that Billy just wanted Lucas to stop hanging around because if Neil found out, Billy would be the one getting beat. Neil would probably hurt Lucas way more than Billy could have ever done. Billy was protecting Max and himself, he was scared that Neil would find out. He did care and love Max, he just showed it in some confusing ways.
Also, the Duffer brothers are racist, they wanted Dacre to say the N word. Dacre protested and it ended up not happening. Billy saying the N word isn't canon, cause it didn't happen in the show. Stop always going to that excuse for him being a bad person. He never said any slur.
People say "if the actor wasn't hot, then people wouldn't have liked him" and I disagree. His character is very interesting. He has a backstory, he has trauma, he has an actual interesting plot unlike any other character. Dacre is also a very amazing actor, he was able to make Billy even more interesting.
Dacre has said that his art imitates his life. He put his own life into the character, he didn't have a great relationship with his dad, he has said this.
Max is a horrible person too, she drugged Billy with something that she didn't know was in, almost hit him with Steve's bat, screamed at him before leaving and stealing his car. Billy could have died on the floor, he was drugged and had no car. Tell me that that isn't abuse. Just because Billy grabbed her wrist ONE time, doesn't mean it's abuse.
Siblings fight all the time, it's just what happens. Especially how their family dynamics was. I and many others have fights with our siblings. You get over it in like a day. That doesn't make Billy a bad person. He did some really shitty things, yes. But that doesn't excuse all the hate he gets. He's a complex character, no other character is like him.
That's why he's my baby boy. I relate to him, I'm an abuse victim, I love knowing that I have a character to relate to. Stop blaming abuse victims on how they grew up, they can change. He could have changed if he didn't die. He could have, but nobody let him.
Nobody tried to help him. He didn't have a support system. The people who compare Jonathan to Billy are wild, cause Jonathan did have a support system, his mother did so much. Billy had nobody. His father beat him, hi stepmother did NOTHING to stop Neil, she just watched. She was clearly abused too, but she's the adult, she has to be there for Billy. She has to get Max away from all of this, which in season 4, she did. But she turned into an even worse mom.
Right here. He was trying to get help, he was trying to get the MF to get out. He wanted someone to help him. He kept fighting, and that's how he saved everyone on the day he died. He knew he was going to die, he was sobbing.
Try to think before talking bad against Billy.
Why do people say Vecna/Henry/Jason/Troy/James/Angela are better than Billy?
Vecna/Henry literally tried to kill children and the whole world. Billy wanted to have some fun and games, he would never go to prison for killing a child. He was never going to hit Mike, Lucas, Dustin, or Will.
Troy/James made Mike jump off of a fucking cliff while wanting to take Dustins teeth out. Tell me that isn't fucked. MIKE WOULD HAVE DIED IF EL WASN'T THERE!!
Jason held a fucking gun to Lucas's head and got Erica hurt. He sent a witch-hunt over Eddie and that ended up killing that poor boy. Literally, he was poor and Jason is a rich christian white boy. Tell me that isn't classist. Jason also did this to get information out of a kid.
Angela deserved the roller skate to the face for what she did to El. I would have done the same thing, El never deserved any of what she went through there.
Anyone going to object? Cause you can't, my points are spot on. Why aren't we gonna get mad at Jamie Campbell Bower over saying he relates to Vecna/Henry? If Dacre is bad for doing so, why can't we shame Jamie for the same thing?
I would count the MF taking over Billy like that as a reference of sexual assault. His body gets taken away from him, he is crying for help, he is scared and tried to tell someone. I've talked to SA survivors and they agree.
Anyway, I am pissed at Billy antis and I am just so done with them.
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Hi, just wanna say i am happy to found your blog and how much i love your blog. (Also ope you take request/ideas from others)
Also can you maybe do something with Slasher and an ADHD reader, where the biggest interests/all time hyperfication are Horror, and crime? [Golden retriever s.o with an big liking for horro viebe?]
Thank you, hope you have an hood day
includes: patrick bateman, charles lee ray, tiffany valentine, jason voorhees, michael myers, pinhead, jennifer check, freddy krueger, jackson rippner, stu macher, billy loomis.
warnings: none !
note: this idea is so cute ! thanks for requesting <3
🪓﹒PATRICK BATEMAN ꜜ﹒⟡﹒
your passion in the subject of true crime is very interesting to him, and he finds how much you know about it impressive
he loves that when he makes a reference to a specific serial killer or case you almost always know exactly what one it is and have more information about it to bring up
he may still try to mansplain some things from time to time 🙁 even if you already know everything there is to know about it
he’d also try to bring up gory or disturbing details that he thinks would freak you out, and be surprised (maybe even a little disappointed) when you either already knew and/or aren’t shocked by it
🛠﹒CHARLES LEE RAY ꜜ﹒⟡﹒
if you’re dating chucky, you’re in the right place tbh
you may have seen every true crime doc and every horror movie possible, but he’ll show you real crime and supernatural stuff firsthand
he’ll also recount every crime he’s ever done probably, with pride too, and he really loves how interested you are in his stories
🖤﹒TIFFANY VALENTINE ꜜ﹒⟡﹒
pretty much the same deal for tiffany honestly
especially if you’re into supernatural stuff as well, that’s where she has a lot of experience
🕸﹒JASON VOORHEES ꜜ﹒⟡﹒
your liking for horror goes a longer way for jason than you would have expected
the fact that you’re interested in that type of thing makes him feel like he won’t scare you away immediately
🔪﹒MICHAEL MYERS ꜜ﹒⟡﹒
same thing goes for michael honestly, as soon as he knows you’re into true crime and horror, he feels more comfortable
⛓﹒PINHEAD ꜜ﹒⟡﹒
the hell priest is going to show you things that are far worse than any horror movie you’ve seen or any serial killer you’ve researched
i’m sorry but more often than not anything you have to tell them or show them will not faze them whatsoever, they may even appear bored at times, but that’s also just,, how they always look
if you tell them about anything true crime related they’re probably just going to think about how trivial and silly the mortal realm is tbh
but don’t get me wrong, they’ll still listen to you and look at whatever you want to show them, they just might not react how most of the other slashers would
🩸﹒JENNIFER CHECK ꜜ﹒⟡﹒
she will listen to you for hours, and probably ask a lot of questions too
horror movie nights all the time, and every time she finds a movie that she thinks you’ll like she makes sure to show you
she has a habit of bragging a little about how much you know about true crime
“babe, tell them about that case you were talking about yesterday!”
no one is going to support your hyperfixation more than she is <3
💭﹒FREDDY KRUEGER ꜜ﹒⟡﹒
as much as you think about, listen to, and research horror and true crime related stuff, when freddy appears in your dreams it still scares the hell out of you
and he takes a little bit of pride in that not gonna lie
if he knows a horror movie you watched and really liked, he’ll try to recreate some of the scenes in your dreams just for fun if that makes sense
🛩﹒JACKSON RIPPNER ꜜ﹒⟡﹒
he’d watch so many true crime documentaries with you
and considering your interest in that subject and his job, you’d both find it kind of ironic that you ended up together
his job can be hard on him though, so don’t press him too hard for details, sometimes he needs a bit of a break from the subject of crime and horror because that’s what his livelihood revolves around
🥩﹒STU MACHER ꜜ﹒⟡﹒
he is going to make a lot of jokes like all the time, but trust me he finds your true crime infodump very interesting
also your golden retriever vibe goes really well with him, because he’s similar, your easygoing and good vibes are really attractive to him <3
📞﹒BILLY LOOMIS ꜜ﹒⟡﹒
you and billy are so cute together imo
he’ll pick your brain and ask questions about everything you tell him about, he’d want to hear every detail
and he’s definitely mentally taking notes when you’re infodumping btw
to you it looks like he’s just really paying attention because he loves listening to you, and he does <3
but he’s also making note of everything so he can avoid what’s gotten people caught before to make sure he doesn’t make the same mistakes, and probably getting some inspiration
#pinhead x reader#slashers x reader#billy loomis x reader#chucky x reader#freddy krueger x reader#jackson rippner x reader#jason voorhees x reader#jennifer check x reader#michael myers x reader#tiffany valentine x reader#patrick bateman x reader#slasher fucker#idk man i don’t think i did too good w this one
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because I adore the possibility of a Billy & Chrissy friendship and believe that they deserve to heal together, in all aspects
hurt/comfort and mentions of ED below
I want a post-S3 Billy who is moved out of the ICU once he stabilizes from his Mindflayer injuries and moves into a regular inpatient room, where he finds out that he’s going to be sharing it with none other than Chrissy Cunningham for the next few weeks.
It’s awkward between them, at first. She’s a pretty girl and Billy instinctively wants to peacock, to make her want him because that’s what he’s conditioned himself to do, but the ugly truth is that he looks and feels like utter shit, so he doesn’t bother.
He says that he knows of her from school. He knows that she’s a cheerleader and that he hates her annoying boyfriend, Jason, because he’s a total asswipe. She mentions hearing about Billy and his reputation, about how he’s gone out with a couple of her friends, and that she’s sorry to hear about what happened at Starcourt. She’s sorry. As if she had anything to do with it.
Billy figures that she’s too kind for her own good. Too soft. He doesn’t know why she’s with Jason in the first place and she agrees, much to his surprise. They cheers their water cups when Chrissy tells him that she broke up with Jason a few weeks ago, when school was out, but she doesn’t say why.
She doesn’t even say why she’s there. There’s no casts, no injuries, no stitches. But, he sees her and there’s no hiding the truth. He sees the bags under her eyes, the thinness of her body, the IV drip at her bedside. He doesn’t ask about the tube in her nose that hooks over her ear to pump nutrition into her stomach. Doesn’t ask about why her hair looks so thin and dull. Doesn’t ask about her sharp cheekbones. Doesn’t ask about why she can’t just eat. Eating’s easy.
Eventually, after a few days, he lets his guard down around her - this soft-spoken girl who trembles like a leaf in the wind when she’s cold. With Chrissy, there is no threat. No need to put on a mask and pretend to be someone else, and she feels the same way.
He doesn’t understand her struggle until she tells him, one cool night in August, a few weeks after he was first wheeled into the room. The hospital is chillier than usual and she has at least five blankets on, along with the Hawkins Cheer cardigan she’s bundled up in - the thing almost swallowing her whole. The nurse is down the hall so it’s just the two of them, the curtain between their beds pulled back so Billy can hear and see her perfectly. She tells him about her mother. About the comments she’s endured her whole life. About the competitiveness of her sport. About the expectations that are literally killing her to live up to.
She has big, fat crocodile tears in those doe eyes of hers and Billy’s stomach twists with unease.
Because he’s burned up a lot of his anger during his time under the Mindflayer’s control. That thing used his rage like coal in a fire, made him push himself further and harder, no matter how much he wanted to give up and stop. And now that the emotion he’s used to is gone, diminished, it leaves room for others. Things like empathy. And he feels it for Chrissy, burning like his rage used to.
He isn’t sure why he tells her about Neil. Mumbles that his father is a piece of shit, like her mother. Tells her that his mom left when he was a kid, that she never came back for him, no matter how hard he cried and begged over the phone. He says that maybe his dad is worse than her mom, thinking it would make her feel a little better.
But she tells him that it’s not a competition, that there was no comfort in hearing of other people’s misery, and he likes that. Likes that she’s gentle despite the harshness in her brain. Sorta like how Billy didn’t want to hurt anyone when there was a monster in his. He also likes that Chrissy won’t take shit, in her own way - she can speak up for herself when the other person is being unfair, even if her voice is quiet.
And she’s right, he realizes. He finally has someone who understands what it’s like to be uneasy in the places that are meant to be safe. That shared empathy breaks down their walls - fast. They stay up late and have quiet conversations, about any and everything. How Billy wants to fix shit with his little sister. How Chrissy wants to feel in control of herself. How they’ve wanted to run away and never look back, but never did.
They get visitors, too. Sometimes. Chrissy receives flowers from her cheer squad, ‘get well’ cards from her teachers, balloons from her cousin. What is most surprising, though, is Eddie Munson. He shows up a few times, saying hi to Billy in passing before pulling the curtain shut. Billy tries not to overhear but it’s hard not to. Chrissy and Eddie talk quietly and happily, like they’ve been friends for a long time.
When he asks about it later, she reveals that they reconnected not long ago. Before she got admitted to the hospital, in fact. She’d been desperate to escape her own mind and knew that Eddie dealt, so they met in the woods behind the school and, well…Billy wasn’t one for romance but he thinks it’s sweet. The drug dealing freak with the cheerleader? Yeah, that was perfect. Like something out of a goddamn movie.
The blush on her face says it all, but she’s quick to point out the way Billy would fix his hair whenever Max came in with a quiet Steve Harrington behind her. He tells her to shut up, that it means nothing, but she promises that she doesn’t judge him for it. He denies and denies because it’s complicated, okay? He and Steve weren’t on good terms and probably would never be now that Harrington graduated. Chrissy tells him that it’s not too late and he tugs the curtain shut, not wanting to talk about it anymore. No, instead, he thinks well into the morning - feels the fear and anger and guilt of that night at the Byers all over again. The next morning, he tries to apologize and Chrissy is understanding, as she always is. Sweet and smiling in that special way she does, and it soothes his anxiety like nothing else.
Eventually, they get better. Chrissy gets her refeeding tube removed and begins to eat small meals, which Billy supports her through. They take bites at the same time and chew carefully, because he knows she needs this, that she appreciates it. And he knows she does because the first time they’d shared a meal like that, she reached over to grab and hold his hand tightly as they chewed a piece of toast.
And as he helps and supports her, Chrissy does the same for him. His physical therapy is hell - he sweats and curses as he does his exercises in his hospital bed, the movements slow and meaningful. Chrissy quietly cheers him on from her own bed, clapping with a smile when he finishes his reps. He jokes that this is nothing, that he has weights to lift at home, and realizes that it won’t be like this for much longer. It makes him anxious.
Chrissy goes home first, a week before Billy does. The night before, he gets up and goes to sit on her bed, catching sight of her pale face in the moonlight. She’s scared. Doesn’t want to go. And he holds her hand as he watches her quietly, trying to think of something to say to Chrissy - his friend. Comforting someone is new to him, so it takes him a while, but when he does think of something, he mutters it: “I’ll see you at school. You won’t be alone.”
And that makes her smile.
When he’s out of the hospital, Max and Steve are there to pick him up. He’s not sure why Harrington has become Max’s personal chauffeur, and asks him that as he climbs into the passenger seat of the red Beamer. Steve shrugs, Max from the back seat saying something about him not being that for much longer, and Billy’s confused - until they’re driving up Cherry Lane and his Camaro is sitting out front, fixed with noticeable paint scratches and dents, but it roars to life just like before. Just like him.
He doesn’t know what to say. Doesn’t know why Steve would do this, until Harrington mutters ‘Starcourt’ and yeah, that would explain it. He can recall that accident outside the mall, when he’d been deep under the Mindflayer’s control, and a pretty boy in a pretty car had smashed into the side of his Camaro. Maybe Billy’s guilt isn’t misplaced, maybe Steve felt it, too, in his own way. Because Billy had sacrificed himself for these people, thinking it would be the last thing he ever did, some sort of fucking repentance.
And maybe it was. Now they’re on equal footing again. So, he mutters his thanks. And Steve gives him a small, tight smile that makes his chest ache.
The following Monday, Billy picks Chrissy up from her place and drives them to school. She has a smile as she walks down to the Camaro, her cheeks flushed with health, and she tells him that she had a full bowl of Cheerios for breakfast. And a banana. He’s proud of her and tells her so with a small smile.
When they pull into the parking lot, people stare. They whisper and gossip, because they all know that they had been in the hospital. Word spreads fast around Hawkins when it had nothing to do with secret government experiments and otherworldly monsters. But, two sick kids? Missing out on their entire summer and showing up together on the first day of school? Sure. Let them talk.
Chrissy worries and Billy tells her not to, because fuck them. They know what they’ve been through, nobody else does, and it’s nobody’s goddamn business but their own.
She agrees and glances over at the entrance, sees Eddie there with his little black lunchbox. She smiles and straightens her back as she says that ‘86 is going to be her year. And Billy believes it. A whole year to start fresh. Mend what’s been broken, like how the wounds on his torso have scarred over, his skin thicker than before.
He thinks that maybe it’ll be his year, too, when he sees Steve dropping off Robin and they share a small smile.
#harringrove#eddissy#hellcheer#billy hargrove#chrissy cunningham#ficlet#tw ed recovery#bambiwrites#best friends chrissy and billy
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10 things i hate about you — part one
part one: the way you cut your hair
chapter summary: your parents make it clear that your younger sister won't be dating until you do. she begins to find a way to make that happen, no matter what.
series summary: when your younger sister is banned from dating until you get a boyfriend, her and her friends hatch a plan—now they just have to find the right guy to bribe.
category: angst, fluff, and everything in between
pairing: billy hargrove x fem!reader
chapter content warnings: 17+ for sexual themes(no explicit scenes), a lot of language
a/n: hey y'all, i'm so excited to start this off!! i've written a couple oneshots hoping to capture billy's voice okay but he might be a lil ooc, we'll see. but anyway, i just got caught up on stranger things and i immediately wanted to write more about this man, so here we go.
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If there was anything to be learned from your younger sister, it was that high schoolers had some strange priorities.
It wasn’t like you were much different—as a high school senior, you were gladly skipping days of class to tour college campuses to prep for the future rather than work on your current responsibilities. For Laura, she was concerned with dating the coolest guy in her graduating class—Jason Carver, basketball star and all-around jerk.
Maybe that was how, instead of driving with your friend to the nearest record store, you were currently sitting on the couch getting yelled at by both your father and your sister.
“The rule was, no dating until you’re in college,” your dad sighed, sounding completely done with the two of you. Honestly, it wasn’t clear how you’d ended up in this position when you hadn’t even fought the rule. It was Laura who was now trying to convince your dad that letting her go to the party Steve Harrington was talking about all week with none other than Jason fucking Carver was a great idea.
“But Dad, everyone is going to the party! I can’t be the only one who doesn’t go,” she whined, standing up from her seat beside you in her defiance.
“You can go to the party, but no boys. My word is final, Laura,” your dad snapped. “Do you know how many couples I end up arresting, or worse, loading into an ambulance? Going on dates in high school leads to underage drinking and irresponsible decisions.”
The sad thing was, while he was definitely exaggerating, you couldn’t say your dad was too far off. It was part of why you continued to sit silently in your seat, trying to keep the attention off of you. It worked for a while, but eventually, it backfired as Laura pushed her luck once more.
“I can’t go to a party like that without a date. Only losers like Y/N do that,” she groaned, hand outstretched slightly behind her to gesture at you.
“Okay, rude,” you snapped, standing up and making your way around the couch to make your quick escape. It was entertaining enough to watch your dad yell at Laura, perfect Laura who was everything your parents wanted in a daughter, but having it spin on you wasn’t what you’d ever intended by mentioning her plans to sneak out for the party. “Just because I’m not interested in big-headed jocks doe—”
“Alright, alright! How about this, you can have a boyfriend and go to whatever parties you want when Y/N does.”
“Are you serious? What the fuck!” At least by the two of you simultaneously yelling that, you knew for sure that you were related.
“Hey, language you two!” your dad shouted back. “This is a good thing, you should be thanking me for changing the rules. Now I love you both, goodnight.”
As soon as your dad exited the room, Laura huffed and stomped her foot like a petulant child. “Great, thanks to you now I’ll never have a boyfriend.”
“You don’t need one,” you sighed, heading up to your room with full intentions of spending the rest of the night playing your music as loud as you could without waking your parents up and drawing.
It didn’t last long though, because soon enough Laura was walking directly into your room, pushing the door open and crossing her arms over her chest.
“Wow, thanks for knocking that was really considerate of you,” you remarked sarcastically, pausing your music and waiting for her rant to be over. When your sister was mad, she could stay mad for quite a long time if she needed to. “Is there a reason you’re here?”
“How about Fred Benson? He’s single.”
For fucks sake, she was never going to let this go. You wished for a moment that she didn’t act so much like you, that she wouldn’t be so stubborn and just let this go. It was one party, and you knew it was set to be the biggest of the year but that didn’t matter.
“Fred Benson? You have to be kidding me,” you snapped, not wanting to give her any more fuel to find more single guys but not wanting to completely ruin your relationship with her. “He only has eyes for Nancy Wheeler. I’m not dating him. I’m not dating anyone, actually.”
“Why not?” Laura complained, flopping onto your bed and making you tuck your legs in closer to your own body. “Boys are fun.”
“They aren’t. They’re a lot of work,” you answered quickly, shrugging and hoping that would be enough. You could tell from the eager expression on her face though, that Laura wasn’t done trying to set you up with someone, anyone.
“Okay, you want cooler than Fred. How about Billy Hargrove? You think he’s hot, right?”
“Billy Hargrove, are you kidding me?” you exclaimed, though couldn’t help the way your cheeks flushed at the thought of him. “I’m pretty sure he’s trying to fuck the entire female population of Hawkins High.”
“And that includes you!” Laura beamed as if that were a thing to add to the ‘pros’ column of the debate on Billy. “I’m sure he’d take you to the party.”
“Yeah, and he’d leave me the second I didn’t put out,” you returned quickly.
“So you admit you want him too though. You think he’s hot.”
“Okay fine,” you huffed, already seeing that you weren’t going to make it out of this conversation unscathed. “Do I think Billy Hargrove is hot? Of course I do, I have eyes. Him and that stupid perfect hair, of course I think so. In a perfect world would I want to date him? Sure. Now is the interrogation over, can I go back to what I was doing before you interrupted me?”
“Absolutely, you’ve helped a lot,” Laura told you before practically sprinting out of the room. You didn’t like the look on her face, but considering you didn’t know what she was planning you decided it wasn’t that important. You could have one more night of peace before your sister tried to force you to find someone to take to Tina’s party.
“Did you have a momentary lapse in judgment, L/N?”
When Laura L/N sat down at his table, Billy was sure the world had ended. After all, ever since he’d moved to the school people had quickly learned not to just talk to him, much less come over to his perfectly picked out table outside and take up space there—least of all some annoying junior whose biggest worries were what Jason Carver thought of her.
“I have a proposition,” Laura stated, leaning forward and knitting her hands together on the table.
“Absolutely not.”
“You haven’t even heard what I had to say!” Laura complained, expression melting in a way that might’ve been amusing if she hadn’t been taking up his precious lunch break. After all, this was a time when Billy could finally get a break from all the teachers and students staring, from everyone acting like he was the one to impress.
Of course, he’d wanted to make an impression. He’d gone in with tough words and an even tougher reaction to the guys who thought they ruled the school, but the fact of the matter was that he’d never wanted to rule the school, he just wanted to prove that those guys weren’t as perfect as people thought they were. All he wanted to do was have as much fun as he could in a nowhere town like Hawkins, until he graduated and hurried right back to California.
“You couldn’t handle a night with me, sweetheart,” he sighed, trying to get her off of his case so he could focus on literally anything else.
“What? Ew no, fuck off, Hargrove.” He could help but bark out a laugh at that one, leaning forward to focus in on the conversation. She wasn’t like the others, wasn’t someone who wanted to try her hand with him and ‘hope to be the different one’. Because the fact of the matter was, Billy enjoyed not being committed to one girl and none of them seemed to recognize that, all desperate to be the one to change his mind. If this wasn’t that kind of proposition, then he was curious what this was all about.
“What is it then?”
“I need you to date my sister.”
It was somehow worse. Billy watched Laura for a moment, trying to determine if this was some kind of joke or if she actually expected him to do this. When she didn’t say anything else, he finally asked, “Why would I do that?”
“Because my dad says I can’t have a boyfriend until she does,” Laura admitted, “and don’t you dare tell a single soul about that, or I will make your life Hell.”
“Hey, I d—” Billy started, elbow on the table and finger pointing at Laura, entire body tensed at the threat. Who the fuck did she think she was, coming in here and threatening him like that?
“I don’t have time to hear it, Hargrove. Are you in or what?”
“What’s in it for me?” Billy asked, glancing over at where you were currently eating lunch. You weren’t alone at a table, gathered around a small group of people but it seemed none of you were really in conversation with each other. You had a book open on the table, glancing up every once in a while to say something to the girl sitting right beside you.
He’d seen you around before, of course, he had. You were in his graduating year and always seemed to have something to say in class. The teachers were both impressed and annoyed by your constant debating and bringing up complex real-world issues, Billy was sure. You always said you were ‘getting the fuck out of Hawkins’ as soon as you could, to go somewhere that other opinions and ideas existed.
In other words, people saw you as difficult and he saw you as too much work.
“How about $500?” Laura offered, and the more she spoke the more it sounded like a joke.
“You mean to tell me, you’ll pay me that much money to take out your sister? For how long?”
“Tina’s throwing a party this Friday. I need you to take her there and make sure she gets back home that weekend,” Laura explained, and it seemed incredibly simple for five hundred dollars. What could he do with that much money? The obvious would be to put it to his car or partying, but a part of Billy reminded himself that he was saving up to move back to California and that this would be a major help in reaching his goal.
It was just a date, maybe two if need be. Billy took another glance back at you and smirked, already thinking about how this would be the easiest five hundred he’d ever make. “Deal.”
“Pleasure doing business with you, Hargrove,” Laura beamed, sticking out her hand to shake. “You know, you aren’t as terrifying as Jason seems to let on.”
“Don’t push it,” he snapped, grabbing his bag and standing from the table, ready to ask you on a date.
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Part 2 to this post
It's been a few months since people started regularly referring to Billy and Eddie as boyfriends. It was funny at first. Billy would call 'hey babe' across the cafeteria to get his attention and when Eddie responded accordingly, it would get a laugh.
All in good fun. If it wasn't, Billy wouldn't stay smiling for too long. He'd made an example out of Jason on a few occasions for going too far, calling Eddie names and whatnot.
Writing fag on his locker, that sort of thing.
But even so, Billy hasn't stopped with the pet names. Hasn't stopped giving Eddie the golden treatment, even when it's just the two of them, and it makes the brunet feel... strangely good.
When Tommy tries to take a seat at the lunch table, Billy fixes a glare at him that has Tommy turning to stone.
"You're in my boyfriend's seat, Hagan. Don't make me make you move," he glowers.
Tommy slides his tray one seat down, the subtle twinge of fear still visible on his face when he spreads an amused smirk and pops a baby carrot into his mouth.
"My bad. Sweetheart always comes first, right?"
"Damn straight."
There's a chuckle around the table.
And, well, Eddie would normally chime in with a joke or something as he approaches the table and takes his seat, but instead he chews the inside of his cheek. Plops down beside Billy without a tray and sets his chin in his hands.
Billy's smile falls immediately and he leans forward to get a look at Eddie's face from the side.
"Not hungry, Munson?"
"No."
"What's up?"
A large hand settles on Eddie's back and rubs right between his shoulder blades. It does good to calm his tense muscles.
Eddie reaches into his vest pocket and produces a folded paper, which Billy looks at warily before he opens it. Pushes his tray out of the way so he can flatten it out and read.
"Damn, this is worse than Carol's progress report," he comments. Tommy snickers, only to receive a slug from his girlfriend. "What happened? I thought you liked language arts."
"I do, I just, I dunno, suck at reading nonfiction. My grade in history is slipping, math's even worse, and science is a combination of English and math—"
"Woah, just relax," Billy coos. He folds the paper shut again and slides it back into Eddie's vest pocket. "How 'bout we see what you can do to pull your grades up in each class, hmm? We can park out at the quarry and I'll help you over some pizzas and a six pack. Does that sound good?"
His gentle tone of voice smooths out all of Eddie's hard edges like they were never there in the first place.
"Yeah," Eddie says quietly.
"M'kay." Billy offers a kind smile as he brushes Eddie's hair away from his face. "You wanna try and eat something?" When Eddie merely shrugs, Billy tilts his head to the side. Suddenly very close. "C'mon, how do you expect to use that big brain on an empty stomach?"
That has Eddie biting back on a smile. Then Billy is sliding his tray over, mostly untouched save for a couple of missing carrots, and pushes himself up out of his seat.
"I'll go get something else. Kill anyone if they try to take my spot."
Eddie flushes red when a kiss gets pressed to his temple, and he listens to the thud of Billy's boots against the tile as he saunters off. Carol smacks Tommy's arm again, this time earning a whine.
"What was that for?" he asks.
"All you said when I showed you my grades was yikes."
"Well, what the hell do you want me to say? My grades aren't much better than yours."
Carol smacks him again and they start bickering. Eddie just shakes his head and smiles as he takes a bite of the crummy chicken sandwich on his tray.
Thinking only of the warm press of lips to his skin.
Part 3 is here
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I was thinking and I got the conclusion that stalker!Tim works as an AU not because Tim is (while not a stalker) canonically a weirdo (he is) but because Bruce is canonically even more of a weirdo.
We know that just like his reaction to the fake uncle shit, after dealing with the shock that this kid figured out his identity and bonding more with his new Robin, Bruce would just compliment Tim stalker abilities and give him new ones.
And that's to say I need more of stalker Bruce creeping people up. We already have him knowing all JLA secret identities without them telling him. But we need more. I want him knowing Hal Jordan's favorite ice cream flavour or Diana's birthday or Dinah's food alergies without no one telling him. He figures Ollies favorite fucking arrow and Zatanna's favorite Barbie movie, he discovered Arthur favorite snack and how exactally Martha Kent made her fried chesse to give a perfect copy to Clark when he was missing Smallvile during a space mission. He discovered Barry's competitive pokemon team! Everyone on the JLA is freaked. They think he has a secret mind reading/guessing superpower he might not even know about but is just stalkish paranoia. The only person he can't figure things out (and it keeps he awake some nights) is Captain Marvel (he is still the first to discover Billy is a kid). Martian Manhunter is the only one that knows Bruce is just weird but he knows he has good intencions so he doesn't care.
And it isn't only with the League. He makes extensive background checks in all his kids friends. The Teen Titans (both Dick's and Damian's) are freaked out by it. The YJ is actually fine 'cause they are used to Tim and it makes sense Bruce would be like that. The Outsiders (both Jason's but also Cass and Duke's) make their personal quest to mislead him. Not to mention the civilian friends. He is less obvious about it but the kids know and it freaks them up. Steph has a serius discussion over bondaries the day Bruce asks about Crystal's dentist visit and Babs is annoyed af when he just knows things about Alysia. And not only the kids all the other batfam members! The Birds of Prey straight up told him to stop multiple times. Helena once asked Sage's help to trick Bruce, Kate just used Alfred to order him to stop. Barbara interceded in name of Montoya as if she wasn't even in the paranoid stalker game with Bruce and Tim (Babs is worse than Bruce actually). Jim Gordon thinks is cool actually. But Lucious Fox is just "kid, I love you, but Alfred needs to teach you bondaries" and "how did you know Tam's baby tooth was starting to fall before me??" (Yes Bruce does this stalker thing since he was a kid/teen)
He also does it with the Rogues. At first they don't notice it because it's normal that their oponent knows things about them but starts to get weird. Selina freaks out when Bruce tells her to say happy birthday for her cat n12 (Dollie, he called it by name) when she hadn't even introduced him to her cats yet. Riddler had a genuine breakdown when Bruce just gave him the exact perfect copy of his glasses prescrition and all to replace his broken ones during an interrogation (he needed Riddler's help against a copycat). Harley punched Bruce in the face after he correctly pointed out she had just started her period and offered heater packs for her cramps, a chocolate ice cream and some snacks while driving her to Arkham, Penguin stopped doing crime for a whole week after he had almost fainted (being a crime lord is hard) for not eating the whole day and having high blood pressure for stress reason and Bruce just gave him a snack, a bottle of water and his meds (except it wasn't his meds, Batman just had a pill of Penguin's prescription in hand and wtf), Scarecrow recomended him therapy when he somehow figure out Jon's favorite candy bar and tried to use it as a bargain for information, Joker felt very flaterred that Bruce not only knew that he made his own dye using two pre existing dye products and a mix of chemicals but had the formula including the recomended brands for everyhing.
The only person who had no reaction was Clark. Clark sees Bruce being a weird stalker as just a fact of life and no one knows how to deal with it. (It's better than Tim "I wanna be like that" and Babs "cool but I'm better " aproaches at least). Talia Al Ghul used to consider it impressive and have a flirty competition to see if Batman could figure details about her. After they stopped being an item they respected each other enough that he just stalks Talia if is related to Ra, crimes, Damian or the League.
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5 Random Words Fic
Rules: Generate 5 random words using this generator and then write something using those words! Tag 5 (or however many you want) mutuals to challenge! (If you don’t like your 5 words, try again. This is supposed to be fun!)
Tagged by @nburkhardt <3
Grief, Floodgate, Outcast, Claim, Penitence
(Little late but I honestly forgot this was in my drafts lol)
Let Steve say on record that he didn't really like Jason Carver. The kid was annoying and picked up his anger from his dad.
Or, um, their dad.
Because at the end of the day, Steve's dad was a cheating piece of shit who thought it was a smart thing to move their family to the small town of Hawkins after he got a young girl pregnant. And then he thought he'd be able to hide it and care for his wife, who just had their kid, and his girlfriend, who was pregnant.
It didn't work.
Even so, that didn't mean Steve ever had to deal with the Carver's much. Soon after Jason was born, his mom married another man, and his dad slept with ore random women, just with more caution than before. It meant Steve didn't really have a dad, and Jason had a step dad. And while Steve's mom didn't want him and Jason to interact, Jason's mom was the opposite.
At first, Steve had kind of wanted that friendship. He thought it would be awesome to have a younger brother. But he soon learned the floodgate that opened up with that. His mom screamed at Steve and his dad. Claiming it wasn't fair and that she didn't want her son around the tramp and the bastard son.
And well, Steve hated seeing her mom so angry so he listened. He did everyone a favor and pushed himself away from Jason. Steve didn't completely ignore him though, smiling at him at school. But he worried about getting too close ever again and making his mom angry.
He didn't really bother with Jason outside of sports, as bad as it sounded. He expected Jason to hate him for it, but he never really did. And by the time they got to high school and the Upside Down shit started, he hated himself for giving up on that relationship. Sure, he saw Jason's mean streak, but he also felt like he could've helped him.
When he became close friends with Dustin, he felt worse, like he was replacing the younger brother that he could've had. Sure Steve did small things, like talking to the coach about handing over the title to Jason the next year or smiling at him in the hallways. Tiny little things that never felt like enough, but it felt like Steve couldn't become Jason's friend now after all this time. Not to mention all the trauma that put a barrier between Steve and everyone else (minus the party, though).
And when Billy pushed him off his throne and made him an outcast to the of his best ability for Steve's senior year, Jason didn't do anything to help him. He didn't step in when Billy pushed him around. But Steve didn't expect him to. They weren't truly friends or brothers. In fact, he saw the kids more as siblings than Jason ever would be. Still, there was always that little voice in the back of his head, saying that Steve didn't try hard enough.
After Steve had graduated, he figured he might never see Jason again, but he underestimated Jason's determination to be his friend. Stopping by Scoops than Family Video always getting something, but he always tried to have a long conversation with Steve. Robin said that Jason (even though he was a prick) obviously looked up to Steve, and that was without the knowledge that they were related.
But it was the spring break of 1986 that Steve was forced to examine those feelings. The anger when Jason rallied the town into a witch hunt against an innocent man. That because of Jason no one would trust Eddie even after the government cleared his name.
But when Steve sat in his joint room with Eddie and Max (thanks to Nancy's stubbornness) he only felt grief. Sitting with Robin on his bed. Dustin is over by Eddie with Nancy sitting on the end of Eddie's bed. Erica between Max and Steve with Lucas right next to Max, they talked about all that happened.
First had been Nancy then a mix of Dustin and Eddie talking over each other before the final group started talking. Lucas took the lead until he got to Jason. Steve felt anger boil in him as Lucas told them that Jason had given him his first concussion. That Max was in the hospital because of Jason. Both Sinclairs were hurt because of Jason.
But then came the rest of the news. The crack opens up and Jason is ripped apart. "That little bitch got what was coming for him," Erica snapped.
Lucas gave a tired, "Erica."
She just shrugged her shoulders, "Just the facts."
Steve had frozen then before the grief had hit. He wanted to agree with Erica, and claim that Jason deserved it but he couldn't. Steve just went quiet as everyone else kept talking until Robin gave him a little shake. "Is the pain getting bad?" She whispered as quietly as she could with his bad hearing.
He shook his head and looked over at her worried face. "I'm ok," he murmured and she didn't look to believe him. He had chosen the kids over Jason for siblings and now this is his penance. The world put Jason against his kids and Jason died. And Steve wasn't even there. He couldn't've done anything to help either of them.
The rest of the party were talking but he and Robin stayed quiet. He leaned over to her, "Do you think it hurt Jason?" He whispered even though he truly knew the answer.
She raised an eyebrow, "He was torn in half. I don't think it felt nice." Robin joked and Steve nodded, feeling lost for a moment. Steve had never wanted to claim Jason as his brother. Even less after this week but it didn't matter. Steve lost a brother as estranged as they had been.
Maybe if Steve had been kinder, better... there. Maybe Jason would be alive. Maybe Steve could've stopped this.
"You okay, Stevie?" Eddie asked from the bed over and Steve looked over.
He pictured his brother dying terribly because of his anger towards this man right here. He pictured the fear Jason had to have after seeing Patrick die. But he took a deep breath, "Yeah."
Steve had ignored death before. He ignored Jason before. He could do it again. "Yeah man," he repeated, forcing himself to smile at the metalhead.
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Harringrove - The Book
This is the fourth chapter of the @harringrovestorychallenge
1st Chapter by @harringrovestorychallenge
2nd Chapter by @lorifragolina
3rd Chapter by @medusapelagia
Chapter 5 coming soon @dragonflylady77
CHAPTER 4
TW: Blood, gore, abuse. Explicit 18+ only!
Two weeks, it had taken two fucking weeks for things to spiral so far down that Billy couldn't find a way out. Monsters in the woods. If Billy was being honest with himself, he'd always thought it would be his dad that killed him. Not some mutated bastard from another dimension but now Billy was starting to wonder.
Three days after Billy had nearly been mauled to death in the woods, someone else was. It was a boy, he was on the paper at Hawkins high and was trying to get home. Hopper found him in pieces.
They found another set of bodies four days later and Billy was panicking. Neil and Susan hadn't come home from their date. Billy had tried to stop them from leaving, he'd had Max locked up tight for the whole week he'd known, but the adults wouldn't listen.
Neil had clocked him once, real good across his jaw, told Billy they were going to the city over and they'd be back. But they didn't come home. Max was asleep on the couch, her feet slung across Billy's lap as he watched the news, waiting for an ID on the bodies they'd found last night.
It wasn't them. It was cheerleader Chrissy Cunningham and her boyfriend on the basketball team… Jason Carver. Billy knew them, he'd known them and now they were being buried in semi empty closed coffins. But the parents still weren't home.
Steve's brat called an emergency meeting, and Hopper issued a dusk curfew. Max dragged Billy over to the Wheeler's house where the dork squad gathered and immediately started screaming over each other. A plan, the idiot children came up with a plan.
“Not on your fucking life!” Billy snarled, he grabbed Max's arm and started to haul her out of the basement.
The kids swarmed him and Billy was one breath away from shoving them out of his way and driving back to California. But Steve interjected, he stepped in front of Billy hands up in a playacting manner.
“Hey, hey come on. Relax. I know it's hard, I know it's terrifying, but we've handled worse.” Steve spoke slowly, trying to soothe Billy.
“No, no. This is insane. I'm taking Max and we're getting out. People are dying! Chrissy is dead! Jason is dead! I'm not letting my kid sister get eaten because you all think you're super heroes or some bullshit!” Billy raged.
“I agree, I say we all get the hell outta this shit hole.” Lucas’ little sister said from her spot on the couch. “Fuck the rest of the people in this town, our friends and family. Let them get eaten while we run and hide and hope the things eatin them up don't come find us in California.”
Billy stared at her, he swallowed hard knowing she was right. What was to keep these things in Hawkins? Max grabbed his arm, he looked down at her, she gave him a reassuring look and Billy groaned.
The plan was to go out into the woods, with some superpowered kid (Billy did not take finding that out well.) and either take the monster out or capture it. Hopper, Joyce, Johnathan, Nancy, Steve and Billy were on guard duty for Eleven who was going to kill the thing.
“I don't think this is a good idea, pretty boy.” Billy whispered as they walked into the woods.
It wasn't. They managed to kill three of the 7 foot tall monsters and more than a few dogs, but they'd been quickly overrun. Jonathan was the first to go down, one of the dog things bit into his leg. Then Nancy was tackled to the ground where she hit her head on a rock. Joyce's arm was bitten and Hopper called for a retreat.
El had kept them from being killed but she couldn't hold them all back by herself. Steve had used his bat, he freed Johnathan from the monster on his leg and helped El take out one of the big ones. Hopper was keeping the dogs back, and helping down the tall ones so El could finish them. Billy kicked the dog off Nancy before it could sink teeth or claw into her, and bashed in the skull of the one that clamped onto Joyce with his tire iron. But Billy had almost shit his pants when two of the tall things stalked toward them.
El had crushed them before Billy even had the chance to swing on them, feet planted and adrenaline running so rampant inside him Billy thought he'd throw up. Billy carried Nancy's unconscious body, Steve slung Jonathan's arm over his shoulders and the rest of them ran on their own out of the woods.
Once they made it into the bronco Billy started tying off Jonathan's leg, then Joyce's arm, he didn't know what to do for Nancy other than hold pressure on the gash in her scalp. Billy thought he'd been through the worst his short life had to offer, but that night proved him so wrong.
Jonathan, Joyce and Nancy ended up in the emergency room while Steve and Billy ended up back at Steve's house with all the kids. They set up a huge pallet on the floor in the basement, piling in blankets and pillows till all the kids looked comfortable. Steve and Billy brought down the TV and a stack of movies to keep the kids entertained.
“I don't wanna talk, pretty boy.” Billy whispered, knees to his chest and arms wrapped around himself.
Steve just sat next to Billy on the couch in the empty living room, he slumped down and let his head hang off the back of the couch. Billy noticed the thin black sweatpants and a new loose fitting shirt. They stayed like that for a while, just letting the terror of the night fade from their system.
“Showers free. Waters hot too, and I have your clothes from the last time. Nice and warm, they'll be out of the dryer in ten minutes.” Steve spoke softly, his voice tender and calm.
Billy turned to look at Steve who stared back, freshly scrubbed clean from his shower Steve looked so… Billy leaned over and kissed Steve.
Soft lips turned feverish, tongues sliding into each other's mouth as Billy moved to straddle Steve. Frenzied hands worked to pull off each other's clothes, Billy's blood stained fingers making a dark contrast against Steve's pale beauty marked skin.
Steve rolled them so Billy was laying face up on the couch. Billy lifted his hips to help Steve strip him. Steve's weight on top of him made Billy feel safe, the kisses making his body warm and the press of Steve's cock inside him making him feel full.
It was slow, and sensual, a tender contrast to the quick brutal terror of the woods. Billy sighed softly as Steve left feather light kisses across his neck, jaw and lips, while rolling his hips up into Billy causing an orgasm to crest.
“I love you.” Steve whispered into Billy's ear, making him moan in pleasure. “I love you, I love you”
The words were repeated and signed with a kiss across Billy's skin and in the morning Billy could still hear the words repeating in his head.
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18 | chapter twenty-two
warnings: naked people.
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It’d been nine days post-breakup (at least as Eddie and you had named it) and somehow it felt like a regular Thursday. It was strange, how everyone could move on with their lives and yet you felt like yours was cracking.
Pushing yourself up from your bed, a small sigh slipped your lips as you tried to continue with your morning routine as you’d been struggling to do since the disastrous date with Billy. The regret of what you’d caused felt heavy on your chest as it dawned on you how much of a mess you’d caused in the past few days.
You often wondered if Billy felt it as well.
You hadn’t talked. Though this time it was worse than before, with no conversation clipped with insults in under a minute or glares. It was just ice cold, something you believed you could never feel with Billy. His furnace of a body and his warm personality had become the highlights of your days, the way he would press you against his body and immediately comfort you was something you couldn’t believe you’d spend three weeks without. You’d miss his laugh and his smile, the comments that make you roll your eyes playfully, and his voice when he sang to you.
Maybe it’d been all a mistake, letting someone get so close to you that he bulldoze down your walls but in the way crashed against your heart too.
The cracks of your breakup were visible to everyone but only Eddie truly knew what was going on with you. Jason had tried to ask you out for a second date before he had gracelessly tried to press a kiss to your lips. You’d thanked him for the dinner but told him it wasn’t going to happen again. He glared at you and walked away without saying a word, back at school you saw him snickering around his friends as he glanced at you with pity.
He probably had told everyone that he’d gotten to second or third base with you. If you had the energy, you would’ve told him off but honestly, you couldn’t care less. The only thing you could think about was the way that Billy had looked at you before he’d left the restaurant and how he had refused to look at you ever since.
Maybe you’d judged him too fast, he’d assured you that he hadn’t kissed Tina back. Maybe you should’ve listened to him and yet you couldn’t help yourself to say something to him. You buried yourself in your school work, almost avoiding English class at all costs and focusing on your applications.
That’s how you were as you prepared yourself with your cheerleading uniform for the basketball game that you had to be at tonight. Billy was going to be there, being the star of the basketball team, and you would be looking at him nonstop.
You sighed softly as you leaned into the mirror while applying the mascara, most of the cheerleading team was already out on the basketball court, a few girls remained but they weren’t paying much attention to you and you weren’t paying attention to them either. You were too focused on your reflection to even realize that someone was standing next to you until they had cleared their throat.
You jumped slightly as you turned around to see Chrissy’s sheepish smile. “Chrissy, you scared me,” you said softly as you closed your eyes for a second and took a deep breath.
“Do you want some help?” she asked you as she offered you her hand gently. You glanced down at Chrissy’s hand, she could see your face falter softly before you nodded and offer her the mascara.
Chrissy smiled at you as she took the mascara and began to place it on your eyelashes in the most delicate manner. No one ever before, other than your sister, had helped you with make-up. When your mother passed away, you were too young to get near make-up so it was always something you’d yearned for. Chrissy applied the mascara gently as you did your best to remain still.
“There,” she said with a smile as she finished.
You looked at yourself in the mirror and smiled. Lately, you didn’t have the energy to even worry about make-up but now you felt better than before. You looked at Chrissy who was staring at you with a smile. She had always been so sweet with you, even taking into account that you’d agreed to a date with her ex-boyfriend.
You shook your head, the icky feeling of what you’d done overwhelming you.
“Chrissy, I’m sorry,” you said as she waited for you to say something about the make-up. A confused glance toys on her face as she stares at you.
“About?”
“For the date with Jason, I know you dated for like four months and I didn’t even ask you how you felt about me going on a date with him,” you aren’t sure how she’s going to react, it’s not your best plan apology as you looked at her while fidgeting with your hands.
Chrissy’s face softened slightly as she realized what you were talking about.
“It’s fine,” she replied softly, giving you a small shrug. You frowned slightly as you watched her features, she seemed so calm with your statement that it surprised you slightly. She watched you search for any sign of deception in her statement and she let out a small laugh. “I recently realized how shitty Jason treated me,”
Your face faltered. “Oh,” you muttered as you blinked at her statement.
“Honestly, I felt kind of stupid chasing him around. He never really cared about me and I was still there,” Chrissy said as she shook her head in disbelief. “I mean, I wished someone had told me earlier how it truly felt to love someone. I realized that I probably didn’t even like him,”
You watched a smile toying on Chrissy’s lips as she told you about her break-up and only until then something clicked for you. You’d been so busy with your heartbreak that you hadn’t even really had time to notice how much Eddie had been helping you through it, with his chirpy attitude that he’d developed since Steve’s party.
“How did you realize that?”
Chrissy seemed perplexed that you’d manage to catch onto what she was talking about.
“I found someone that has shown me how he truly cares about me,” Chrissy said softly and you smiled. It was the first time that you’d truly smiled in weeks. “There’s that smile, I don’t think I’m the only one that’s been missing it,” Chrissy said as she took your hand softly and squeezed it.
But then your smile faltered as the heaviness of what happened with Billy overwhelmed you once again.
“I messed up, Chrissy,” you finally said as you tried to refrain the tears from breaking free. “I hurt him so much and I don’t think he wants me anymore,”
He. You knew you didn’t have to say his name, Chrissy already knew who you were referring to.
“California will freeze over before Billy stops wanting you,” Chrissy smirked and you finally laughed. “Just talk to him, I’m sure he wants to talk to you but he seems like he has more trouble admitting his feelings than you,”
“I don’t think he wants to hear me,”
Chrissy shook her head. “I’ve never seen anyone look at anyone else the way Billy looks at you,” she stated. “Just tell him that you’re sorry. It’s always going to be okay if you show him how you truly feel,”
You found yourself thinking about Chrissy’s words as you watched Billy playing the game. The forty-eight minutes felt heavy on your chest as you saw how he maneuvered his way against the other players, how he smiled widely each time he scored, and how momentarily his eyes would fall on you. You wondered if he thought about you in the same way, if he regretted what had happened between the two of you, how you fell apart. You wondered if it was worth it, putting yourself in the line for him, without knowing if he would feel the same.
You do your best to follow the routine that you’d learned over the past few months but your mind is too busy thinking about what you can tell Billy at the end of the game.
You were never really good at telling people how you felt, at least not in the way you felt about Billy. You didn’t really know how this was going to go until Billy scored the last point of the game.
Hawkins won.
Everyone cheered for Billy and as you saw him smiling as a crowd formed around him, you realized that you needed to let him know how you truly felt. Your eyes never left Billy as he was placed down by the team, he managed to get away from the rest of the crowd who had gotten down from the bleachers and were celebrating in the court. You took a deep breath before you chase him towards the changing rooms. He managed to do it in silence, no one really noticing that he was actually gone but now you didn’t care if someone saw you.
“Billy, wait,” you managed to say as loud as you can with all the noise around you. Billy turned around fast as he heard your voice. He frowned slightly as he realized that he wasn’t dreaming, it was you. You opened your mouth for a moment before closing it again. You were never good at this but you didn’t figure it would also be this hard. “Congratulations,” you finally squeaked.
Billy’s frown immediately turned deeper.
“Are you serious?” he asked exasperated as he stared at you from the edge of the court. You want to facepalm yourself for that one but Billy continued. “We haven’t talked in weeks and now you want to,”
“I just need to explain and I need to tell you that,” you begin but Billy cuts you off.
“I don’t want to play anymore, y/n,” he stated as he crossed his arms over his chest. You frowned at his statement.
“I don’t want to play either,” you scoffed incredulously. Billy rolled his eyes and shook his head. You are just as stubborn, Billy didn’t really know why he wondered you’d changed, at least he was pleasantly surprised that you were the one who made the first move.
But he still didn’t have the patience, he was still hurt.
“Well, then talk to me another time, I want to take a shower,” Billy grumbled as he walked away from you.
“Billy!” you managed to call for him but he quickly entered the men’s locker room.
Billy stopped in his tracks as soon as the door closed. He took a deep breath as he closed his eyes. Since the first time he saw how you looked at him when you confessed each other's feelings, he knew he was going to have a hard time saying no to you, but he was doing his best not to fall for you so easily.
And then he heard, the door of the locker room opening behind him. He was momentarily startled and then a smirk toyed on Billy’s lips when he heard your voice as you mumbled something under your breath. You were following him without a care in the world, you were risking it and he knew it. But he quickly shook it off, he rolled his eyes as he turned to see you and then he walked to his locket without putting much attention to you.
“Look where I am, I’m serious Billy,” you pleaded as you walked behind him while he stood in front of his locker, you could still see the beads of sweat running slowly down his tanned arms.
Billy took a deep sigh as he glanced at you momentarily. “I’m listening,” he said as he began to take his shirt off and looked for his towel.
“I know that we’ve been having ups and downs,”
Billy frowned as he glanced at you while he took his converse off. “Mostly you,” he replied while raising his eyebrows. You frowned, and yet your eyes glanced at him as he took off his socks too.
“Sure, as you’d always been the voice of reason here,” you mumbled annoyed at his comment.
He didn’t respond to you, instead, he glanced at you as he took off his shorts, leaving him in that tight black underwear you’d seen him before. Your breath hitched slightly as you glanced at him, your eyes trailing his body, watching the muscles on his back flexing as he reached up and placed his clothes on the locker. Then your eyes met those damn blue ocean eyes and the mischievous glint in them.
“Can you stop undressing?” you asked him as you fidgeted with your cheerleading skirt.
“What?” Billy asked playing dumb. “I don’t want to be sweaty,” he replied, his lips quirked up slightly when he saw the blush on your cheeks.
“Billy,” you pleaded as you tried to look away but then Billy turned to you, giving a step closer to you. You could only smell his cologne being this close to him, mere centimeters separating your bodies. You stumbled back slightly, eyes widening as you tipped your chin up to look at him.
“You didn’t listen to me at that party but now I’m here listening to you and I want to hear you say what you have to say,” Billy stated seriously as he glanced at you, those pretty blue ocean eyes looking at you like he used to do before everything got fucked up.
“I’m sorry,” you finally breathed out.
Billy smiled softly as he glanced at you and he sighed, then he hooked his fingers to the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down in front of you. You swallowed hard. He threw them on the locker without looking away from you.
“And?”
The sane part of you would’ve screamed that you could’ve done this another time. But, your heart, your poor heart. Quickly, you stepped forward, grabbing either side of his face, and tugged Billy forward, pressing your lips to his.
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