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barbers-glimmerin-darlin · 3 years

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Summerboy

Toby Grummett x (Fem) Reader

Summary: Oneshot inspired by Lady Gaga's song 'Summerboy'. You meet a young Toby while spending your summer travelling.

Warnings: Unbearable fluff, kinda sad (nothing too major), mentions of sex (nothing explicit)

Word count: 1.1k

Tags: @hopeamarsu @millenialcatlady @goddesstonythetiger

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“I still think we should exchange numbers.”

“That’s completely the opposite of what we should do Toby.” You couldn’t help but be silently thankful for the sunglasses covering your eyes as they began to fill with tears. The summer had gone by in a complete blur, and now it was almost over. It was time to say goodbye.

You’d decided that you were throwing caution and responsibility to the wind that summer, and announced to your friends and family that you were going travelling around Spain, that’s where the dart had landed when you’d thrown it at the map of the world hanging in your room.

After much protest from your parents who’d begged you to take a friend with you, you’d convinced them to just let you go alone as you had planned. You’d just been craving absolute freedom, you wanted to do whatever you wanted to do, whenever you wanted to do it. As soon as your plane had landed you’d got the distinct feeling that this was going to be a summer you’d remember when you were an old lady sitting in your rocking chair.

You’d been travelling for about a week when you met him, Toby. You’d been milling around an open air market in a secluded little village when you’d accidentally wandered straight through the middle of a scene he was trying to shoot with his friends. He’d stormed straight over to you, griping about how you should be paying more attention, how you’d completely ruined his shot.

You were instantly transfixed by this tall, sort of awkward looking young man in front of you. He was all dark fluffy hair and towering physique, an interesting moustache above his luscious top lip, quite unlike anyone you’d met on your travels so far.

You’d shocked Toby by showing a keen interest in what he was doing, asking him complex questions about his work. He’d initially tried to pretend that you were irritating him, and he’d brushed you off by telling you that you were welcome to watch as long as you didn’t get in the way again.

It’s safe to say that the irritation didn't last long.

You’d spent all day with Toby and his friends, travelling with them as they perfected the final shots for their student film, it was night by the time they’d finished, and you and Toby found yourself intimately huddled close to one another in a little bar you’d found down a side street.

Though he and his friends were due to go back home the following day, by the end of the night Toby had decided to do something spontaneous for once, and told his friends to go back without him. He was going to spend some more time in Spain.

They’d told him he was absolutely crazy, staying behind in a foreign country with some girl he’d just met that day. But he didn’t care, it was the summer, the film was finally fully shot, why shouldn’t he just be young and dumb for once? And that had been the beginning of your summer with Toby.

You’d done everything together, you’d visited the strangest places, seen the most beautiful architecture. You’d checked into some questionable hotels and hostels, always eager to get a private room so you could explore each other’s bodies the way you’d been exploring the beauty of Spain.

You’d called in at farms as you passed them, doing a days labour picking fruit in exchange for money to put fuel in Toby’s rickety old motorbike, and sometimes even a meal with the farmer and their family, getting by on yours and Toby’s rudimentary Spanish. You remembered fondly the days you’d spend on beaches, rolling around in the sand and playing in the sea, Toby capturing as much as he could on film. You still blushed at the memory of when you’d found a completely abandoned cove of beach and Toby had convinced you to sunbathe topless, he’d worshipped you like a goddess right there under the beating sun.

You’d fallen in love this summer, you were sure of it, and you’d never expected to. But here you were, on a hilltop watching the sun set over the mountains, Toby’s arms around you as you both leant against his motorbike which had carried you all over for the past two months.

“Why did we say we weren’t going to keep in touch?” He asked you, his voice quiet, so different from the loud, vivacious man you’d come to know.

“That’s just what this is, don’t you think? That’s why it’s special.” You could hardly look at him as you tried to tell yourself this was the right thing to do. You hadn’t gone travelling to find a man and settle down, and now you’d gotten a taste of sweet freedom you didn’t want to let go.

“It’s special alright, I’d have never seen you coming in a million years.” Toby joked, but there was truth in his voice that made your heart ache.

“I’ve had the best time, Toby. I don’t think I’ll ever meet another you.” You told him, summoning the strength to turn and face him, desperate to memorise every detail of his face.

“We’ll meet again, there’s no doubt in my mind.” His voice was confident and sure as his hands grasped your waist, he smiled his big goofy smile at you, warming you from head to toe.

“You’ll be a big hot-shot director by then, you won’t remember little old me.” You laughed, pushing your sunglasses up onto your head so you could look into his passionate brown eyes.

“I could never forget you mi viajera.” His eyes sparkled in the dying sunlight as he stroked your cheek with his warm fingers. He was already thinking of all the beautiful things he could create with the hours of footage he’d got of the two of you having the time of your lives, he knew it would be his finest piece of work.

You placed your hands on either side of his handsome face, feeling his dimples under your palms as he beamed, and you pulled his face down to yours so you could kiss him. Your lips met slowly, sweetly, it sent tingles down the length of your body.

You pulled away and gazed at each other for a long moment, broken only when you’d ruffled his hair roughly, causing you both to break out into happy laughter.

“Come on, take me for a ride.” You said, watching as he swung his long leg over his bike, following his actions to sit comfortably behind him. You locked your arms around his waist as he revved the bike to life, squealing happily as he sped off down the dusty road.

You had one more night together, and you were going to make it count. You’d be gone by the time he woke up in the morning, but you’d always have the summer, and he’d always be your summer boy.

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withoutmonsters · 4 years

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Summerboy

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It started as a summer fling. Steve and Billy attended the same college and, honestly, if Steve had seen Billy around campus, he would’ve spat in his face. Not to be rude or anything, but Steve thought that Billy looked like a grade-A jackass and wasn’t really afraid of saying it, either. But Steve hadn’t seen Billy around campus—he'd seen him at the beach, all miles of sun kissed skin and a grin that showed off too-sharp incisors that made Steve’s mouth water.

He had seen him, specifically, at a beach party, and his usual faculties had been mostly obscured by alcohol at that point, so he’d approached Billy. Stumbling and a little drunk, he’d slurred how pretty Billy was, how much he’d love to feel those teeth sliding down his skin and, well. That had led to a handjob under a blanket, staring up at the stars like they were a miracle, Billy’s voice low in Steve’s ear, and Steve’s world flipped upside down.

And after that? Getting margaritas at 2 in the afternoon because they were college students on summer break and didn’t really have anything better to do than get drunk in the middle of the afternoon, sloppy kisses at sunset while sprawled in hot sand, watching Billy surf in the morning and shopping for new clothes in the afternoon with the allowance Steve’s parents gave him. After that had been getting into nightclubs too late at night and grinding on each other just to creep out the guy who had been staring at them the whole night. It had been laughter over the phone at 2 in the morning because Steve was high out of his mind on Robin’s weed and didn’t want to be alone; it was lounging at the bar with drinks in hand, betting each other to see which other guy was gay or not.

It had been fun. Very fun. But—

But it wouldn’t end like that, Steve thought, watching Billy stretch on the balcony overlooking the beach. They were in Steve’s apartment, rented with his father’s money, and despite it being 11 o’clock in the morning, they had just gotten up. Billy was still lazy with sleep, languid and squinting from the faint hangover he must have.

Steve pulled on a shirt and stepped out on to the balcony, next to Billy. Billy turned his head, eyes still faintly bloodshot and hair an utter mess. He smiled.

“Morning, pretty boy.”

Steve smirked. “Barely, lazy bones.”

Billy scoffed. “Oh, like you’re any better.”

“Uh, yeah, I am. I’m wearing a shirt.” Steve gestured to his polo-clad torso.

Billy eyed the shirt, lips turning down. “Going somewhere, princess?”

Steve nodded. “Yup. Got a thing with my dad at one.”

Billy nodded. “I’ll be out of here by then, I guess.”

Steve frowned. “No, I’m leaving now. I have to see Isaac before I head over to the country club.”

“Isaac?” Billy sneered. “Seriously? Why are you still talking to that guy?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Because I want to, asshole.”

“He’s a bratty twink who has more interest in your wallet than your dick, Steve.”

Steve stiffened. “He’s a friend.”

“A friend?” Billy scoffed. “Oh, so that’s what we’re calling it now? So what, am I your ‘friend’ now, too?”

Steve scowled, turning so he faced Billy head on. “Well, you’re not anything more, Billy. We agreed, at the start of this, that this was purely friends-with-benefits. You know what word that name has? That’s right—friends. So I don’t know what you’re getting so worked up about.”

“Oh, that’s rich,” Billy sneered. “Like this is still friends-with-benefits, Steve. You know as well as I do that it’s more than that and the only reason you don’t want to acknowledge it is because your daddy would never accept you dating a scholarship student.”

Steve reared back. “What does that mean?”

“It means that your dad is a full-on douchebag who is preventing you from being anything other than an airhead trust-fund kid and you know it.” Billy spat, face twisted and body tense.

Something oily and gross twisted in Steve’s stomach. “That’s not true. I’m not an airhead.”

Billy rolled his eyes. “I’m starting to think you’re nothing but an airhead, Stevie-boy.”

Steve flinched, hurt spearing through him at the nickname. Tommy had called him that, and then ripped out Steve’s heart when he’d ditched him for Carol. Billy knew Steve hated that nickname, and yet he used it anyway.

Billy stormed back inside, seizing his bag while shrugging on the crop-top he’d worn the night before, and then he was out the door. Steve was left staring at the empty living room of his apartment, feeling like he was going to cry.

He left soon after for Isaac’s, pulling up to the cramped apartment in downtown LA at 11:45 sharp. They were planning on getting lunch, but Steve wondered if Isaac was down to cancel and instead stay in. Maybe Steve could even talk Isaac into a blowjob. He needed to relax.

Steve pulled up at the country club at 1:30, several new hickies on his neck and his hair mussed. He slipped into the private meeting room filled with his father’s business advisors and sat down, grinning at his father’s face, which looked like he’d eaten a whole lemon.

At an opportune break during the lunch, Steve’s father pulled him aside.

“What are you doing, Steven?” He snarled, stiff and harsh.

Steve flinched. “I’m having lunch, Dad.”

“Lunch? You call waltzing in 30 minutes late to a very important meeting ‘having lunch’? No. What you’re doing is disgracing me and your mother. You come in here with those—bruises—on your neck and act like you’re being professional. You’re not. You’re a spoiled little child who needs to learn responsibility.”

Steve opened his mouth, “I - I’m sorry, Dad. I do know what responsibility is, I promise. It won’t happen again, I - ”

“No, it won’t.” Steve’s father cut him off. “Go home, Steven. We’ll talk later.”

Steve drew back, feeling tears pricking his eyes. He’d promised himself that he wouldn’t cry because of his father. No—he’d promised Billy, had sworn on his own right hand one night when he’d gotten too drunk and broken down about what an asshole his father was. Billy had made sympathetic noises, humming quietly while Steve curled up in his lap, tears trailing down his cheeks and hands clutched in Billy’s shirt. Billy had made him swear that Steve wouldn’t let his father’s condescending speeches get to him ever again. That he’d call Billy and they’d shoot the shit until Steve felt a little less like a child and more like himself—a successful business major who was at the top of his class.

But Billy was mad at him. And when Billy was mad, he could be cruel, and Steve didn’t think he could take anymore cruelty. He climbed back into his car, phone in hand, and called Robin.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the dingus himself.”

Steve sniffed. “Hey, Rob. Could I come over?”

He could hear Robin’s frown down the line. “Of course. What’s wrong, Steve? You sound sad.”

Steve nodded, then remembered she couldn’t see him. “I had a lunch with my dad. It didn’t go well.”

Robin made a sympathetic noise. “I’ll have the margaritas ready.”

Steve smiled. “Love you, Rob.”

She hummed a “Love you,” back, and hung up. Steve drove over to her place and parked down the street. Robin and her girlfriend, Heather, had a small apartment in Burbank, and Steve while he didn’t live anywhere near Burbank, he was over there a lot.

He walked into Robin’s apartment and flopped on her couch, closing his eyes and feeling his body sink into the couch. Robin came into the room, a margarita in each hand, and offered him one.

He cracked an eye and took it from her.

“So, what happened?” She asked, sitting beside him.

Steve lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “I went over to Isaac’s beforehand and was late. He didn’t like that all that much.”

Robin frowned. “You’re still talking to Isaac?”

“Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?”

Robin raised her eyebrows. “Because you’re involved with Billy, and I got the sense that it was getting pretty serious.”

Steve opened his mouth, remembering Billy’s face when Steve had told him he was going over to Isaac’s. It had been stricken, like he’d been slapped. “We’re just friends-with-benefits, Rob.”

Robin snorted.

“What does that mean?” Steve asked, feeling attacked.

“It means, dingus, that your whole friends-with-benefits arrangement went out the window a long time ago. I mean, Billy asked you out to a real restaurant, Steve. That counts as a date.”

“No, it doesn’t!” Steve protested. “We were going to go to a beach party after. Billy just wanted to get some food in me beforehand because he knows I get way too drunk way too fast if I don’t eat.”

Robin raised an eyebrow. “Exactly. Since when does Billy keep track of people’s eating habits if he doesn’t care about them, Steve?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I’m just not any fun if I’m blackout drunk, Robin. You know this just as well as he does.”

Robin was unimpressed. “Or maybe he’s just concerned for your well-being, Steve.”

Steve shook his head. “That’s not—Billy.”

And it wasn’t. Robin didn’t know Billy, not like Steve did. She didn’t know just how much effort Billy put into being emotionally distanced from just about everything. Steve would know if that changed, right?

“Uh huh, sure,” Robin said, sinking further down into the couch.

Steve stewed in her words for the rest of his visit. He returned to his apartment at around five, feeling worn out and tired. It was always like this when he fought with his father, but today had the additional strain of the fight with Billy, and now Steve felt like sleeping for a hundred years. It didn’t help that he was slightly drunk off the margaritas he’d had with Robin and Heather.

He thought back to their conversation. How Robin had acted like it was obvious that Steve and Billy were together, like together together, and everyone knew it but Steve. Was that true? Did Billy want to date, and Steve had just been an oblivious prick the whole time?

Steve remembered Billy’s words from that morning. His question, said in a voice that sounded so obvious.

Why are you still talking to that guy? Like Steve should be able to see from a mile away why Billy was asking that question.

Why was Steve still talking Isaac? Billy had been right—Isaac was more interested in the money than the sex, and frankly, he was boring to be around. He didn’t have much of a personality—not like Billy, who burned with one, like a whole forest fire contained to one body. The more Steve thought about it, the less talking to Isaac seemed like a good idea.

After all, Steve had started talking to him because he’d been a good substitute for attention when Billy was angry. He’d kept Isaac on the side because there were sometimes when Steve felt a pit of loneliness yawning open inside of him and he’d needed someone to take the edge off. That had originally been Billy’s purpose, but then they’d become something different, something more, and—

Shit. Robin was right.

Steve scrambled up from his couch and runs out the door, barely grabbing his keys and phone on the way out. He drove over to Billy’s place like a madman, parking out front and sprinting up the stairs to the second level. He pounded on Billy’s door.

Billy answered after the third bout of knocking, furious and disheveled. When he saw Steve, he leaned against the door frame, eyes sparked. “Well, well.”

Steve didn’t wait for him to say anything else. He just pushed forward and kissed Billy, hands frantic and lips searching. Billy froze for a moment, before melting into the kiss, body pressing forward and hands going to Steve’s waist. He opened his mouth, lazily pushing in and licking luxuriously. Steve nipped lightly at his lip and let his tongue trace Billy’s incisor before gently pulling away. Billy blinked like a cat under the sun, eyes going hazy and soft.

“What was that for, pretty boy?”

Steve let his eyes trace over Billy’s face before murmuring, “I’m sorry.”

Billy raised an eyebrow. “Sorry for what?”

“For being so oblivious? And for leading you on while still hooking up with someone else. It was cruel and rude and I shouldn’t have done it.”

Billy sucked in a breath, eyes wide and searching.

Steve bit his lip, mouth open but no other words coming out. Billy’s broad hands tightened at his waist and hauled him into the apartment, pressing him against the wall as the door clicked shut. He kissed Steve again, hot and hard, and drew back. “Do you really mean that, pretty boy?”

Steve nodded frantically. “Yes, Billy, yes. I do.”

Billy grinned and kissed him again.

#summerboy #my writing #harringrove fanfiction #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #robin buckley #without monsters #the blog not the fic lol #im tired #but that's okay #this is not edited AT ALL #so bare with me

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