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alixra · 8 months

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party | paige bueckers

summary- you are drunk at a party and paige pays for one of your drinks. sprouting a flirty conversation and…

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Adrenaline rushed through your veins as you swayed your hips to the song that was playing. Your arms came up above your head while you whipped your hair around. Music was blasting, and many conversations blended together. Yet, the sounds seemed blocked out. Strobe lights flashed as you inhaled the sickening smell of sweat and marijuana. The bitter taste of alcohol burned your tongue as you grew tired of dancing.

Walking over to the bar, you ordered another drink. Your eyes fluttered with tiredness, exhaustion hitting you out of nowhere. Snapping you out of your thoughts, the bartender set your drink down. Meeting his eyes, he looked at you expectantly- waiting for you to pay him.

"How much?" You asked, reaching in your pockets for money.

"I got it," an attractive voice said out of nowhere, and you watched as a pale arm gave money to the bartender.

Looking over, you saw a tall blonde girl standing beside you. She had piercing blue eyes and wore a lopsided grin as she looked down at you. Confusion settled within you. Who was she, and why had she paid for you?

"Wait, why-"

You began to ask, but she cut you off, "I thought I would buy a pretty girl a drink." She shrugged, acting as if it was the most usual thing in the world.

You didn't know if it was because of how drunk you were or how hot she was, but her comment made you blush. Glancing down, you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and tried to gain your composure.

"Oh, t-thank you," you stuttered, wondering why you were so nervous.

She smirked, aware of the effect she had on you. Coming closer, she leaned on the counter as you had, and you took the opportunity to study her further. She wore a plain white t-shirt, grey sweatpants, and white Airforces.

Suddenly, realization spawned in you. This was Paige Bueckers. Paige Bueckers was standing right before you and possibly flirting with you! Well, she was clearly flirting with you. After buying you a drink and calling you pretty, it was easy to come to that conclusion.

The real question was, were you going to flirt back? Another easy answer: obviously! I mean, this girl was practically famous. Everyone on campus knew her and had a crush on her. Not to mention, she's been a basketball superstar since she was in high school. As well as the fact she had at least a million edits made of her on TikTok.

Standing up straighter, you looked her in the eye. It was well known that she was confident and had an impressive roster (with girls and boys). But who's to say you didn't as well?

"What's your name?" Paige asked, tilting her head in a way that almost made you melt.

"Y/n, what about you?" You responded, shooting the same question right back at her.

A smile flashed across her face, "Come on, you don't know me?"

You knew she could tell you were lying, but you were enjoying this game you had going on. "No, should I?"

She shrugged, "No, but most people do."

You furrowed your eyebrows, replying sarcastically, "Oh, that's cocky."

She grinned again, "I'm telling the truth!"

"Well, if we're being truthful now, I know who you are."

"Oh, yeah?" She said, a knowing smirk overtaking her smile.

"Yes," you responded.

She nodded, "Ok then, what's my name?”

"Paige Bueckers."

"What sport do I play?"

"Basketball."

"What's my number?"

"Five."

"How old am I?"

You scoffed, "What is this a Q&A?"

"Mhm, trying to see how much of a stalker you are."

"I am not a stalker!" You exclaimed defensively, "That's basic information that any UConn student would know!"

"Ok, ok," she held her hands up in surrender. "You're not a stalker, I'm sorry."

After laughing about the conversation for a while, Paige proposed something. "So, Y/n," she said, showing off that she knew your name. "Wanna go back to my place?"

You raised your eyebrows, surprised at her boldness. "Why?”

She shrugged, her lips pressed together in a knowing smile. "No reason, we could just hang out, or..." she trailed off, looking at you mischievously.

You laughed and looked away from her, thinking about it. "You're not a serial killer or anything, right?"

She laughed, throwing her arm over your shoulder. "No, I'm not," she stated, walking over to a group of girls. "I'm heading out," Paige said, you still glued to her side.

The girls all gave each other knowing looks. They had to be the basketball team and/or Paige's friends. "Ok," they called after you two, "have fun!" They teased, giggling amongst themselves.

Your face was hot from embarrassment as Paige apologized, "Sorry about them."

"It's ok," you replied, flattered that they thought of you and Paige that way.

The cold air hit your face as you left the house the frat party was at. The moon shone brightly, the stars glistening in the night sky. You looked up and saw the glorious sight of Paige's defined jawline. She looked paler than she had inside. Her long hair appeared shiny underneath the street lights.

Catching on, she glanced at you, "Enjoying the view?"

You rolled your eyes, your lips spreading into a smile. "No," you lied, your voice breathy and exasperated.

She laughed, shaking her head as you arrived at her car. Her car was very nice, a black SUV and in good condition. She opened the door for you, and you climbed in, watching as she walked around the front of the car to get in. Once you both had your seatbelts on, she put on Drake and started driving out of the parking lot.

"Do you live on campus?" You asked, partly because you wanted to break the silence and partly because you were curious.

"Nah, I live in an apartment about 10 minutes away," she responded, using one arm to drive.

"Do you have a roommate?"

She smirked over at you, "Why?"

You mirrored her expression, shrugging as you tried to play innocent, "Oh, no reason."

She chuckled, "I do have a roommate. Her name's Azzi, do you know her?"

"Yeah, I do. I've seen Azzi play before."

"She's great. We've been best friends since high school."

"That's cool," you replied, eager to learn about her life.

"Yeah, we met when we were playing for USA. Don't worry; she'll stay out for a while.

"Good," you mumbled under your breath, hoping that Paige wouldn't hear.

"What was that?" Paige asked, leaning closer to you.

"What was what?" You responded, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

Paige laughed as she shifted her gaze back to the road.

Excitement bubbled up through you for the rest of the car ride. You were about to hook up with the Paige Bueckers! Sure, it was a possibility that you weren't going to fuck. But in your opinion, it was clear that she wanted to.

Paige mumbled along to the lyrics as she drove, drawing your attention to her pink lips. The only thought going through your mind was how badly you wanted to kiss her.

You didn't think the atmosphere could get any more intense. Until Paige placed her hand on your thigh, her hand moving farther and farther up. Your chest constricted as she drew patterns on you with her thumb.

Finally, you arrived at her apartment. You watched as she exited the car and walked around to open the door for you. Not even letting you think about getting out yourself. She gave you a reassuring smile as you stepped out of the car. Interlacing her fingers with yours and leading you to the complex. You went through a hall and up a few flights of stairs, and you could feel your panties getting wet. Going down another hall, Paige finally stopped and pulled out a set of keys from her pocket.

Unlocking the door and opening it, a cute apartment came into view. A gray couch pushed up against a wall and facing a TV. A circular coffee table sat between the two on the beige carpet. The kitchen was tiny but decent and had a mini island in the middle of it. There looked to be two rooms and an extra door, which you assumed to be a closet.

Paige wasted no time, leading you to what had to be her room. It was simple and messy, but you liked it. It had a queen-sized bed in the middle that faced a dresser and TV, and another door led to a bathroom off to the side. But your eyes focused on the posters plastered on her wall. They included SZA, Drake, and basketball. You also noticed a lot of photos of her family and friends. One thing that really caught your eye was the blanket that covered her window.

You pointed to it, a confused look on your face, "What's that?"

She blushed, embarrassed. "Oh, yeah- I don't have curtains," she explained, making you giggle. "Hey, don't laugh!" She exclaimed, walking up towards you.

"Sorry," you covered your hand with your mouth.

She bit her lip, now standing only inches away from you. Your laughter soon died down as you got lost in the act of looking into her eyes. Time seemed to slow down, and all you could think about was how pretty she was.

"Can I kiss you?" She whispered into the silence, her eyes looking hazy.

"Yes," you whispered back, leaning up to her.

She slowly connected your lips, and you had to stop yourself from moaning at the feeling. This kiss felt different than all the other ones you've had. It was like a spark shot through both of your bodies, passion coursing through you.

Paige pulled away with furrowed eyebrows, giving you a look that read: 'You feel that too?'. In response, you kissed her again. The kiss was more passionate this time, both of you eager to get more of that electric feeling.

Her hands roamed your body, landing on your hips. Meanwhile, you held her face, your thumbs caressing her soft skin. Everything felt euphoric as Paige's tongue poked at your lips, asking for entry. Giving her what she wanted, you parted your lips, relishing the way her tongue explored your mouth.

Growing tired of this position, Paige grabbed onto your thighs. Lifting you up and wrapping your legs around her waist. She turned around, walked over to her bed, and set you down. Standing up straight, she pulled her shirt over her head before climbing on you. Wasting no time, she reconnected your lips and shoved her knee between your legs.

"Paige!" You gasped, your back arching at the friction.

"Mhm," she hummed in response, kissing your jawline.

"I need you," you moaned.

"I can tell," she smirked, pulling away from the nape of your neck to look at you.

"Do something about it then," you huffed, taking off your shirt to show how serious you were.

Her eyebrows shot up at your actions. "Ok," she smiled, unclasping your bra.

She immediately latched onto your boob, sending a shiver up your spine. Her mouth worked quickly, her tongue flicking over your nipple occasionally. Her free hand soon started kneading your other breast, and you felt like you were about to explode. You were sure the whole building could hear you, but you didn't care. All you knew was that you wanted more.

You reached down to unbutton your pants, fiddling with the material. Paige ceased her actions, looking down to see what you were doing.

"Want me to take those off?" She asked.

"Mhm," you whined, nodding your head.

You bit your lip as you watched her slide them down your legs, your whole body shaking with anticipation. Before she could go any farther, you tugged on her sports bra, needing to see more of her body.

Understanding what you wanted, she took it off and threw it somewhere. Barely getting to see her chest, she grabbed onto your torso and hoisted you up farther on the bed. Standing up one last time, she removed her pants, revealing her black underwear.

She bit her lip as she laid on her stomach, her face only inches away from your cunt. She started sucking your clit through your panties, and you nearly lost it.

She then began placing open-mouthed kisses all over your inner thighs. Gently biting down at your sensitive skin every once in a while. The sensation somehow felt good at the moment, and you were positive it was the alcohol making you feel that way. Placing one last kiss on your stomach, she hooked her fingers on the waistband of your underwear.

"I'm gonna take these off now, ok?" She spoke, coming back up to your face.

"Please do," you begged, causing her to let out a breathy laugh.

She placed a sweet kiss on your lips as she took them off. And you felt so safe and comfortable under her touch. Breaking the kiss, she leaned back to examine your completely naked body. "You're beautiful," she said, her eyes flickering up to yours.

Your face reddened, and you couldn't stop the small smile that appeared. "Thank you," you whispered.

She matched your soft smile, pressing her lips against yours again. The kiss didn't last long as she slid a finger up and down your pussy, pressing on your clit. Your mouth fell agape, and all your words stuck in your throat. She maintained eye contact with you as she swirled your wetness around.

All the other times you've had sex, you've felt embarrassed. Wanting to hide the facial expressions and sounds you made. But with Paige, you wanted her to see and hear all of you. So, you let a string of moans and curse words escape your mouth. Earning lots of praise from Paige.

"Good girl, let me hear you," she whispered, her hot breath tickling your skin.

You almost came at her words, and her inserting one of her long fingers inside of you didn't help. You exhaled, looking down at her hand as she moved in and out of you. Her pace quickened, and you found your hips moving to the rhythm of her finger.

"Go faster," you commanded, your hands reaching to scratch Paige's back.

She did as you asked, adding another finger as well. At the same time, she started kissing your neck again. Finding your sweet spot and adding to your pleasure.

She was fingering you harder and faster now, the bed moving with the amount of force she was putting into it. You could feel your walls tighten as you got closer to finishing. Paige made her way down your body. Kissing your boobs and stomach before reaching your soaking center. She knew you were close, and she planned to send you over to the edge by attaching her mouth to your clit.

Her plan worked, and you screamed her name as you gripped her hair. You felt completely out of control, the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through you. Waves of pleasure surged through you as you released all into Paige's mouth and hand. You took a deep breath as you came down from your high, now exhausted.

You expected Paige to stop, but she kept on going as if you didn't just orgasm. Your breathing picked up again as Paige kept on fingering you and flicking her tongue over your clit.

"Paige, please!" You exclaimed, becoming overstimulated.

"Do you want me to stop?" Paige asked, her cold breath hitting your cunt.

Your heart felt like it was about to burst, and your senses were completely overloaded. But it felt too good for it to end yet.

"No," you shook your head, tears brimming your eyes.

"Ok, just one more time then baby," she responded, her free hand pressing down onto your stomach.

You gripped onto her hair harder as you felt yourself cumming again. Your mouth opened in a silent scream, all sounds and words getting stuck in your throat. It was almost painful how good you were feeling, and this was by far the best orgasm you had ever had.

Paige pulled out of you, lapping up the cum that spilled out of you. You were sensitive and sore, but it felt good. So you let her, stroking her hair as she did so.

Coming back up to you, she pressed her lips against yours, groaning into the kiss. "You did so good, baby," she commented, pulling away to look into your eyes.

A blush coated your cheeks, and you found it hard to look into her eyes. "You did so good," you replied.

She smiled, proud of herself. "Yeah?"

You bit your lip as you rolled over on top of her, now straddling her waist. "Mhm," you hummed, tucking her hair behind her ear.

You looked at her admiringly, getting a good look at her body for the first time. Your eyes trailed over her small but full breasts, her pink nipples hard. Satisfying your urges, you reached up to touch them. Watching the way Paige's eyebrows pinched together as you kneaded her boobs. She inhaled, her hands holding onto your hips.

Next, you looked at her toned stomach and smooth legs. If she wasn't a basketball player- she could be a model.

Scooting further down, you fisted the material of her underwear. Looking up to her for permission before sliding them down her muscular legs. You decided against teasing her, knowing she worked hard and deserved to feel good. Yet, you couldn't help your need to place kisses all over her boobs and stomach. But once you finished, you settled yourself between her thighs.

Her eyes shone with desperation as she looked down at you, making you even more eager. Your tongue spread her folds, and you hooked your arms under her thighs. Attaching your mouth to her clit, she let out a satisfying groan, her heels digging into your back.

Becoming more aggressive with your actions, you flicked your tongue over her clit. She whimpered, her hands cradling your head. Her breath came out short and fast-paced, her chest heaving with her labored actions.

You moved down to her dripping slit, dipping your tongue in her. Her body tensed, and you watched as she bit her lip, trying her best to stay quiet. Paige's back arched off the back as you used your nose to apply pressure to her clit.

All you could think about was how good she tasted and how heavenly everything felt.

"Y/n," she moaned, sitting up on her forearms.

"Mhm," you hummed, sending vibrations throughout her body.

Her head dropped back, her silky hair cascading down her back. "Shit," she murmured, her voice husky. "Do that again," she instructed.

You hummed again, now using the flat of your tongue to rub her clit. Her legs squeezed around your head, and you could tell she was getting close. You reached up to pinch her nipple, twisting it in a circle. She shut her eyes tightly, your finger coming to tease her entrance.

Hoping it would cause her to finish, you shoved your finger inside of her. Curling it into her g-spot instantly.

She moaned again, "Fuck, right there."

The pace of her breath drastically picked up, and her fingers dug into your scalp. You kept going as best as you could as she came, trying to move your finger and tongue even faster than before. Her face was so expressive, and so were the sounds she made.

Her stomach heaved up and down as she came down from her high. Running her hand through her hair as she tried to catch her breath.

Once you were sure she finished, you crawled back up her body. Her eyes looked tired as she slowly blinked at you. Her arms wrapped around your waist as you straddled her once again. Her hair was messy, her lips swollen, and her body slightly sweaty.

"Thank you," she said, rubbing her hands up and down your side.

You smiled, "Thank you."

She mirrored your grin, pulling you down to lay on her. You nestled your face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her addictive scent. Her fingertips traced patterns on your lower back, her soft breath tickling your ear. Your eyes fluttered, and exhaustion hit you for the second time tonight.

After a while, you felt yourself slip into sleep in Paige's warm embrace.

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gregorybacon · 30 days

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I never understood why people dont bring Gregory being interested on military stuff more. I remember loving Gregory because of the military aspects of his character.

I had studied War history and Military history for years, it's actually a big part of the things I'm interested in. I mostly specialize on the history of UK and France's side of it in past history. I also study on UK's Airforce during a specific era, the Supermarine Spitfires and Hawker Hurricanes are something I really really love.. And basically put that onto Gregory's interest too.

But anyways I really feel like people should point it out more! Gregory literally leads the revolution so prepared and is canon that he has done stuff like this before.

AND AND LOOK AT THESE LITTLE ARMY FIGURES I know that it's not implied of who own these, but I like to think they're Gregorys since he's the one handling them to tell the plans of where they should go and how the base is set up.

Another thing I found in detail is the song that comes up in the background when Gregory finds the La Resistance's hideout.

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(Starts at 0:37)

I know, It might be a stretch, but to me it sounds so familiar (or at least inspired) by army marching music, it defiantly has the tone to it, which is a detail I adore and I never see anyone point it out before I also feel like it makes sense since the setting of the movie is... mostly about military and war themes, Gregory volunteers to be apart of this, defiantly has experience, knows what hes talking about, and has knowledge about it. (Note: He's also literally political about the American government and all the shit going on) And of course he knows Christophe who also very similarly is experienced in those topics too (I mean.. look at him) And the final part, is Gregory of course being inspired by Enjolras (Les Misérables) which is basically about the French Revolution War... (I know its not Military specifically but I really hope you get what Im putting down) I just love the details! I feel like Gregory is defiantly a military interest guy and loves taking charge of something he knows a lot about. I like the headcanon of it and how theres canon parts that can back it up. People kinda ignore it a lot... which is upsetting, since it's such a big part of his character. But of course, I won't put this as something people need to force into their headcanons and face it as 100% fact. I only find it disappointing that it's just a detail that is left neglected and barley even brought up.

(Old art coming in ew)

I remember featuring it on past Gregory artwork ... and I am considering just bringing it up again not only here but in future stuff as well. I dunno, I just wanted to ramble and I hope I had pointed out stuff that you didnt know about before!!

Military Gregory ily, they'll never make me hate you

#gregory of yardale #gregory south park #sp #south park #rambles

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ashecampos · 7 months

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ANYONE BUT HER

Reader x Janis Imi-ike

Warnings - smoking, alcohol, drugs, swearing, cheating, mentions of anxiety.

there will be more parts to this, make sure to reblog and comment and I will get the next few parts up as soon as I can, happy reading lovelies 🫶🏼

“DAMIEN WE HAVE TO HAUL ASS IF WE WANT TO MAKE IT TO THIS GIG” Janis shouts at her best friend as she grabs his car keys and runs to the door leaving her jacket on the stairs. Not a moment goes until her best friend is also running out of the door behind her, shutting it and jumping in his car.

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“For the love of Bowie please tell me one of you guys have a spare pick” I say running onto the stage where my band are setting up for the gig. My brother Aaron looks at me, points at my necklace. A guitar pick hanging from a chain. I dramatically place my hand over the pick and point at him “nuh uh this” I point at the pick “this was dads”. He rolls his eyes and throws me a pick.

I look over at my girlfriend who is talking to our bassist over at the bar, rolling my eyes I place my guitar down and go out back for a quick breather.

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“So Cady what do you know about music?” Damien questions his new neighbour/ future classmate who had only came to the US a month ago. “nothing..but oh I know this really cool African band from my hometown you mig-“ Cady starts talking about Africa as Janis eagerly slaps Damien’s arm, cutting the poor girl off. “Dude look” Janis signals over to y/n after grabbing her two friends’ attention. “who is that?” Cady asks not missing the fact that her new friend is openly eye fucking this random girl whose face is hidden by the cloud of smoke coming from her cigarette. “Oh baby, that right there is the definition of ‘rockstar girlfriend’ also but not limited to hot guitar hero” Damien flails his hands toward the girl in question as Janis just stares. “Oh here we go, doors are open, I repeat lady’s doors are open” he squeals like a little girl going to see a boyband.

Blowing out a cloud of smoke I fiddle with my lighter in my hands, trying to calm my pre show jitters. My mind is somewhere else, as usual. Looking around at the que of people waiting to see us only made my anxiety worse. A warm hand grabs my arm and pulls me back into the venue “dude what the fu-“ shit “cmon we have to be on in five, if your going to be sick do it now and quick” my ever so loving girlfriend states as she drags me to the curtain backstage where the rest of the band is waiting.

One by one we walk out onto the stage.

Aaron goes on first, he’s our drummer and my twin brother. He’s wearing his usual get up of dark blue jeans, a hoodie and a flannel with some airforces.

Then goes Jason, our bassist. Or should I say our token fuck boy. He is wearing black jeans with a white long sleeved polo shirt.

Next is me, the guitar. I’m sporting my favourite black Levi’s, a dark red corset top I was forced against my will to wear by my girlfriend and a leather jacket, my guitar slung around my body so it’s resting on my back. My curly black hair bounces as I walk to my spot of the stage and plugging my guitar into the amp as I sling it around to the front of my body.

Lastly Bea. My girlfriend, our singer saunters out onto stage. She is wearing a black mini dress and heels. She looks plastic. Like a Barbie. She wasn’t like this a few weeks ago. She was just her usual perfect self. But she’s changed.

The crowd goes wild and the lights shine brighter onto us as Bea introduces the band.

The show goes great. Perfect even. We finish our set and the crowd stays, some drifting to the bar a few leaving to catch the late bus home. But a lot stayed to meet the band.

I place my guitar on the stand and straighten Jason’s bass while the rest of the band walk toward the bar, I take a B line towards the exit door, only to be pulled away by my arm. Now I walk to the bar with the rest of them. “What can I getcha baby?” The bartender asks, leaning over the bar a little with a smirk. “Double tequila straight, hold off the rocks and a sex on the beach for the lady please” I say with a smile. “Stop flirting with the sleaze bag of a server” Bea nudges me. “I wasn’t even…never mind” I sigh out, handing Bea her drink and downing my double shot.

We all separate and mingle with the fans. I end up standing in the corner of the room talking to some guys who want tips on how to hold a pick, you know the usual stuff. That’s when I see my girlfriend making out with Jason. I excuse myself and run out of the venue, my breath choppy and my vision blurry. I end up leaning against the stone wall of the bar, tears unknowingly flowing down my face, ruining my makeup.

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“See I told you these guys were good” Janis shouts over the crowd to state the obvious as the show ends and people start to part ways.

The band comes out to cool off with the audience who is left, Janis, Damien and Cady being a group of them. “Holy shit” Janis says under her breath as she watches the singer and the bassist start making out. “Ohh fuck” Damien finishes Janis’ sentiment of shock as they witness the guitar player stumble out of the bar. “should we go see is they are okay?” Cady asks, Janis and Damien put their drinks down as if the question had restarted their brains and placed them back into reality. The group then follow the girl outside where they find her sat in the floor against the brick wall, her knees up to her chest, hands covering her face.

“Cady go find Aaron, drummer boy and let him know his sister is a mess but to not to worry, Damien go make sure singer or bassist does not come out here” Janis quickly springs into action.

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She cheated, she fucking cheated with our bassist. Does she even know that I saw? Would she even care? I can’t believe that she che- “hey, is it okay if I touch you?” I girls voice breaks me out of my thoughts suddenly. I slowly take my hands away from my face and nod, observing the girl. She’s from my school, I’ve seen her before.

She slowly sits down next to me and takes a hold of my hand. That’s when it hits me. It’s my brother’s girlfriend’s ex. What was her name? Janine? No Janis? Yes Janis. Why was she at our gig? “Your girlfriends a douchebag” she says with a sad smile “you mean my ex girlfriend” i say barley above a whisper, my voice threatening to crack. “hey why don’t you come with me and my friends, we are going back to Damien’s to binge watch crappy VHS films and drink shitty beer. You down pretty girl?” She says reeking of confidence and hope that she can lift my spirits. Shrugging I agree before I am swept off of my feet and into a car with two new people and Janis.

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Y/N SAMUELS is sat next to me right now. Definitely not something I expected to be saying. She’s like a goddess. She’s worse than plastic, she’s like stained glass. Fragile as fuck but so breathtakingly beautiful. I don’t know much about her but I know I need to have her.

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I’m sleepy upset and now in a car with two randoms and Janis Imi’ike, not that I’m complaining. She’s really pretty the more I look at her. She rocks a cropped mötley crüe T-shirt with some black baggy jeans and docs. Her style has got to be one of the best I’ve seen even at school she somehow manages to catch my eye in the hallways or in classes. The car comes to a halt and I look at her again, now she is looking back at me with a grin, her hand held out ready for me to take it.

Damien’s basement is really nice, it’s been converted into a makeshift cinema room with two sofas, one of which being a two seater the other being a one seater. “Nice place” I say nodding my head at Damien “why thankyou my new pocket sized lesbian friend” he quips back. “Rude, for your information you’re just freakishly tall” we all laugh a little, his and Cady sit on the two seater while Janis who is still holding my hand guides us to the one seater. Putting a blanket over us to keep us warm she then places her hand on my waist while Damien starts playing a movie. I instantly recognise it as the conjuring 2013. Smiling I look up at Janis and say “it’s like he knew I would end up here tonight” she chuckles and shakes her head.

Never in my life did I think Y/N would be here hanging out with the three of us in Damien’s basement, a week before junior year, watching the conjuring. We are about half way through the movie when she moves so she is laid on top of me straddling my waist and cuddling me, her face nuzzled into my neck. I can smell the alcohol and weed on her but I’m not one to complain. She’s had a really rough night on top of the douchebag cheating on her. The movie eventually ends not that I was taking notice of it as all I could think about was her, I didn’t take my eyes off of her the whole time. Damien stands up from the other couch and I give him a death glare warning him not to wake her up. He smiles and comes over, gently tapping her shoulder, waking her up. “Hey fun sized, wanna play a game with us” he says smirking, I look over at Cady, she too has a shit eating grin on her face. What were they scheming this time? She rubs her eyes and nods a little. “Mh. What game?” She asks a valid question “dare or drink” he goes back to behind the couch and pulls out a cooler full of ice cold drinks. Like a switch has flipped she removes herself from my body. And sits on the floor next to the small coffee table. We all do the same, grabbing drinks and opening bottles. “Cady I dare you to make an Instagram account under the name ‘Caddy Heroin’ and follow the first five people who pop up” I start off strong, to this Cady puts the drink to her mouth and takes a big gulp. Earning a boo from the latter. A few turns go by and Damien turns to me and y/n pointing at us. “You two seven minutes in heaven right now or drink the rest of your bottles” he says with a smirk. Laughing y/n gets up with a stumble and holds her hand out for me. Her bracelets glistening under the dark light, I take her hand and pull her with me to another room in the basement. As soon as the door shuts I place my hands on her waist and push her body trapping her between me and the door.

Maybe I was drunk or maybe it was just the fact that Bea cheated on me but I decided to be reckless. When Damien proposed seven minutes in heaven I decided to take the offer up, Janis pulled me into the next room, pinning me against the door and attacking my lips, then that turned to my neck and I think you know what happened after that, we had Damien knocking on the door declaring we haul our asses out of the supply closet before he comes in and drags us out. Once out of the closet ;) we played a few more rounds before I ended up asleep on Janis again. By 2am we were all asleep.

7am the next day

I wake up to the sound of someone snoring, looking around the room I see Damien and the new girl on the other couch sprawled out, an ungodly sound coming from the boys mouth. Looking up I see Janis Imi-ike my longtime crush and Regina George’s ex girlfriend with her arms wrapped around my waist. I use the fact that everyone is asleep to make my escape. Before leaving I write my number down on a piece of paper and place one of my bracelets on Janis’ wrists.

part 2

#mean girls #meangirls2024 #Janis #Janis imike #reader insert #x y/n #Janis x reader #Janis x y/n #Janis Imi-ike #aaron samuels #damien karras #cady heron

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Crash!Series - Part One: Test Flight

Tagging: @kmc1989 @burningpeachpuppy @acesgunner95 @caffeinatedwoman @unknown6669991 @irishavengersassemble @midnightstarqueen @sportslovers-world @wildcard566 @fanny-123456 @alexlynn16 @district447 @firecountryqueen666 @yousigned-upforthis @@coldmidnightlights @totalstitchlover19 @chlo-lo14 @toheavenwmydrms @doggirlforever @missyhoneybee @thatanimalmom @wabi-sabi1090

You’re excited this morning, Manny can tell. It’s in the way you move around his kitchen, the bounce in your step, the smile on your face. He’d love to accredit it to this morning’s activities but he knows better.

This is about flying.

You’re test driving a new chopper today, one that’s been donated to the Search and Rescue team by Nozzle. For them it’s outdated but for SAR it’s an upgrade from the current model they use, they’ve chosen you as a former coast guard pilot to put her through her paces before they accept ‘the gift’.

For Nozzle it’s part of a PR campaign to clear up their image after the debacle with the winery. Faye’s company had taken a huge hit after that fire had gotten out of control, they’ve been trying to claw back their reputation ever since.

Manny hates the thought of you being used like that but the thing is he kind of gets it. There aren’t many female pilots out there, especially not working SAR. It helps that you’re photogenic, which is why the public relations team for Search and Rescue have thrust you into the limelight.

“If it boosts awareness and fundraising for Search and Rescue than I’m happy to do it.” You’d told him after Luke Leone had approached you about it. “I don’t give two shits about Nozzle.”

Faye has offered you a job three times, flying rescue for her concierge firefighting service and each time you’ve turned her down. You’re not interested the privatisation of rescue services, you care about saving people, making sure they get home to their families after the worst day of their lives. Manny’s built the same way. It’s part of the reason he loves you, you feel that calling the same way he does.

“I love this mood on you.” Manny tells you as he places his hands on your hips. Your fingers thread through his hair, drawing him closer and he makes a contented noise in the back of his throat as your fingertips trace over that sensitive space at the nape of his neck. “I love how happy you get when you fly.”

Flying is in your blood, it has been ever since you were a little girl up in your father’s crop-duster in Iowa. He’d been Airforce before he’d retired, so had your grandfather, you’d been all set to follow in their footsteps until a Coastguard recruiter came to your high school. It was love from the very moment you climbed into a chopper. You’d dedicated every aspect of your career working towards that goal and once you’d achieved it you’d never looked back.

“Imagine how excited I’ll be when I get back.” You tease, your lithe body arching against his. “I’ll need a little help working out all that adrenaline.”

You always get a little wild after you’ve been flying, it gives you a thrill you can’t get anywhere else and Manny he always reaps the benefits. The last time he’d picked you up from the hanger you hadn’t even made it home. He’d ended up pulling into a secluded layby because you’d spent most of the journey whispering into his ear and caressing him through his jeans. He’d fucked you in the cab of his truck, the windows steaming up as country music played on the radio.

Your phone chimes and Manny pulls away reluctantly because it’s your calendar reminding you that you have exactly thirty minutes to get to the hanger for preflight photographs.

“I have to go.” You murmur, glancing at the notification before slipping the phone back into your pocket.

“I’ll be listening over the radio. ” He tells you, picking up his coffee mug and leaning back against the counter as he watches you pick up your keys and motorcycle helmet. “We can celebrate tonight after I get off my shift from Three Rock.”

“I would like that very much Captain Perez.” You say, raising up on your tiptoes so that you can press a soft kiss to his mouth.

“Stay safe out there today.” He whispers, his thumb chasing over the apple of your cheek.

“Always.” You promise before giving him one last kiss for the road.

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autisticlancemcclain · 10 months

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this is me asking you about your popstar lance au ‼️

i love u for asking & marry me also.

SO.

lance has an affinity for music.

partially this is canon. but also jeremy shada is a musician so. i KNOW his voice is good and i KNOW he can play bass and guitar and keyboard too i think. basically he’s his own band.

in my head, dicking around on instruments is just smth he’s always done. one time when he’s like twelve he records a christmas song for his mama and she LOVES it, like she shows all her friends, and lance is teased by his older siblings (mamas favourite lol) but veronica notices that he’s quite quietly….happy is not the right word?? the weight that seems to follow him lifts for a while. so she makes some offhandedly comments that damn, patito, as much as ur a goober ur one of the few people whose voice sounds really good when it’s recorded. just to plant the seed u know.

and since lance is like early teens and the youngest and easily manipulated it WORKS, and lance starts actually hesitantly trying to make and record his own music.

of course he’s too insecure and embarrassed to like TELL anybody. (veronica is not a dumbass and can fully see it happening. she just keeps to herself and resolves to find him and be an anonymous fan and never EVER let him find out) and he’s a tv obsessed nerd so he’s like omg i have to have a secret name??so his dweeb ass chooses JAVELIN 😭😭 cause. yknow.

lance.

anyways.

he writes songs as javelin for YEARS and he gets like bo burnham success he goes viral QUICKLY. and he gets a twitter account to have fun with. BUT…he never posts his face. just his music. (and social media presence lol).

anyways i have more details. but i like to imagine lance is in space and the team gets to talking about like pop culture and music and stuff and pidge mentions an artist that she loves, javelin, and lance is like lol do i have news for you.

some other random details:

- as lance gets older his twitter gets more batshit insane ala jaboukie and he gets banned like four times lol

- he does eventually tell veronica. one day he collects a bunch of her pining gay texts and writes a song and asks her to sing it. bc it’s lesbian as hell. she does and it’s one of his most famous (based off a real song i’m obsessed w)

- while he’s away at space someone literally figures out who he is. they connect his disappearance w the disappearance of lance esposita-mcclain, garrison airforce cadet, and their debunking youtube video gets like MILLIONS of views and half of the viewers agree half don’t. it’s this giant conspiracy. first tweet on javelin’s account (made on the lions as they touch down on earth literally the second his phone connects to data lol) after YEARS of total radio silence is a link to the video and the caption “well damn” lol

#tentatively TENTAIVELY tagging this as a wip bc i may come back to it #this has been in my head for four (4) years #there are a lot of random details up there #ask #javelin au #wip #longpost

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Fic masterlist

Here be a full accounting of my fic endeavours (ReallyLilyReally on AO3)

Masters of the Air

second string (series) (Canon era, Brady/DeMarco)

nine mothers sons

John Brady should have been a fighter pilot. Or a music teacher. Or anything apart from this.

2. breathe through the bruises

John Brady goes home. He picks his life up. He tries. It's not enough.

3. better than flying

John Brady has everything he needs right in front of him, for the first time maybe ever.

4. in tune, in time

Keeping Johnny steady becomes something Benny does without thinking about it. It’s easy, comes natural, simple. They make a lot of sense, standing next to each other, and most days that’s all it takes.

proximal damage (series) (canon era, Blakely/Douglass, Everett Blakely/Margaret Blakely

at your heels (canon era, canon compliant, Everett Blakely focus, minor Blakely/Douglass)

He's a god. He's a motherfucking bomber pilot. He's a genius with a B-17. He's the king of the god damn world. He's got a fort full of the best men in the airforce, and he's getting them back to England.

He's gonna give them a miracle.

2. at your feet (canon era, James Douglass focus, minor Blakely/Douglass, minor Douglass/Helen)

Jamie Douglass has stopped pretending he isn't in love with his pilot.

It would probably be the thing that killed him, if the Germans weren't definitely going to get there first.

say it (like we're coming for you) (canon era, canon divergent, MotA/BoB crossover, Clegan, Winnix, Winters/Nixon/Talbert, Brady/DeMarco, DeMarco/Speirs)

companion piece to say it (like you'll come back) by @euph0riacc, follows the plot from ch2 from Easy's POV:

What would happen if Bucky got sick during the Stalag march? What would happen if Easy Company were close enough to help?

Band of Brothers

go farther in hope (series) (canon era, multiple ships) (joint project with @escrivoir)

all the strangest things keep happening (Canon era, Winters/Nixon/Talbert) (joint project with @escrivoir)

After Sergeant Floyd Talbert and Lieutenant Lewis Nixon meet for the first time, two things become immediately clear:

1. They're both hopelessly in love with Lieutenant Dick Winters, and they both know it.

2. He will never, ever love either of them back.

The above becomes the fundamental truth of their war, and to give them credit, they make the best of it. For a while, at least.

2. the sound of a soul in tune (canon era, Muck/Penkala/Malarkey)

It's a war story. It's a love story. It's something.

Skip Muck, Alex Penkala and Don Malarkey, Bastogne and beyond.

Pulling heartbreak out of hats (series) (Canon era, Winters/Nixon/Talbert)

Break everything but patterns

If he’s completely honest with himself, Tab thinks the worst thing about Bastogne is that Dick isn’t there enough. It’s also the best thing about Bastogne. Dick doesn’t have to go through it with them.

Tab would follow Dick anywhere, he thinks to himself more than a few times, but he’s very glad that these days Dick isn’t going many places too dangerous. Of course, that just means that Tab’s going dangerous places without Dick to lead him. Tab and everyone else.

2. Like that's something we could be

If he’s completely honest with himself, which he isn’t much, Nix does his best to avoid thinking about Floyd Talbert. He’s got more than enough going on without having to analyse the vague, floating guilt that comes with thoughts of Bunny. He does pretty well ignoring it, and then the idiot nearly drowns and all bets are off.

Alternate POV to 'Break everything but patterns'

3. Moving backwards (just to move forwards)

If they're completely honest with themselves, they've got much bigger problems than whatever just happened in that foxhole, but it doesn't mean they're not still thinking about it, despite everything else.

Follows 'Break everything but patterns' and 'Like that's something we could be' - multiple POV

4. Let's call this the calm

Now they really are being completely honest with themselves. It's all on the table. The war is over and all they have to figure out now is the rest of their lives.

5. A universe that you can live in

There's months to wait, but they've been through worse.

6. Little better than the one

The men they were are an ocean and a continent and a whole god damn war behind them. The men they are now are new, sort of, and everything they fought for is stretched out ahead of them. Some of it's obvious, and some of it is not.

7. Tough luck (Luz/Speirs)

It's not like George Luz had anything better to be doing, once the war was over, than following various members of his company backwards and forwards across the country. He's a paratrooper, he goes where he's needed.

In the desert again (series) (AU - Iraq War, Winnix)

A compass and a weapon

It's a three-day mission. Simple, straightforward, over in 52 hours or less, and then Nix will be back, in camp, safe and sound, with a man who's refusing to admit is in love with him, and 100-odd paratroopers, most of whom are placing bets on the outcome of this little melodrama. It should have been nothing. Should have been simple, straightforward, over in 52 hours or less. That's not what happens.

2. Cannot win this war

There is something surreal about the way the tour continues once they have Nixon back. It feels like his return should be the end of it, that now they’ve retrieved him they should all be heading back stateside. They’re not.

The Man on the Mountain (Canon era, gen)

If you look at it closely, this isn't actually just Leibgott's story, or Webster's. No one seems to realise that.

Once upon a time, three men drove a truck up a hill to kill a bad man.

The Pacific

If you try sometimes you just might find (series) (AU - Iraq War, Hilldane, Sledgefu)

The Long Roadtrip Home

The phone rings one night, and peace and quiet has to wait. No Marine left behind.

2. Beyond the usual

In the end, they don't share the details. It might be an epic love story, but it's theirs, and there's something sacred about it, after all that.

3. We are trying to accomplish something

OR: The Jones-Haldane guide to not letting your epic love story kill your boys

4. Nice day for a

When the crisis is over, the AAR is finished, and the Epic Love Story has been laid bare, there are things to be done. Some of those things include weddings.

5. Waylaid

Sledge writes a letter. He never gets a real answer, not one written down, but it doesn't seem to matter.

Companion to The Long Roadtrip Home

#ao3 #archive of our own #band of brothers #masters of the air #the pacific

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Insufferable Arsehole: Part of The Band Instagram AU - Matty Healy Series

A/n: I love making these, so I made this Instagram au for my new series. You can read part 1 here. This goes alongside part 1. There won't be one of these for every chapter but some of them..I'll indicate what chapter it goes with when I post. Let me know what you think :)

Series Masterlist

thisislou:

thisislou thank you to everyone who joined us on our last tour, we had the best time and you guys are the fucking best. For now we're going to have a break and work on some new music. We love you

Liked by bedforddanes75, charli_xcx, rass1975 and 572,813 others

bandmate gunna miss you ❤️

-> thisislou will miss you more

bedforddanes75 does this mean I can see you now?

-> thisislou such a needy best friend 🙄 but yes Georgie ❤️

rass1975 look at you go rockstar. Better visit us!

-> thisislou of course macdonald!! Can't keep me away from you lot for that long ❤️

charli_xcx hot 🔥 miss you ❤️

-> thisislou you'll see me soon bby ❤️

the1975:

the1975 exciting news coming soon....

fan1 what does this mean?

the1975updates we already have the music video so what else could this be? Maybe someone is joining?

Liked by thisislou

fan2 omg I can't handle the suspense

thisislou 👀

the1975:

the1975 the amazing, talented and wonderful @thisislou will be joining us on tour covering our very own Carly

Liked by thisislou, bedforddanes, rass1975, jamieoborne, 1975adam and 239,921 others

bedforddanes75 thanks for saving our lives ❤️

-> thisislou anything for you ❤️

1975adam couldn't think of a better person to cover my Carly ❤️

Liked by thisislou

rass1975 let's go rockstar! 🎸🔥

-> thisislou AHHH!! going to be the best with you

jamieborne ❤️

carly.rh the best person ❤️

-> thisislou adore you ❤️

thisislou:

thisislou these boys have been my biggest support since day 1 & now I'll be joining them on tour. Let's go lads ❤️ @the1975

Liked by bedforddanes75, bandmate, rass1975, johnwaugh and 467,111 others

loufanpage omg this makes me so happy!

bedforddanes75 I'm so happy to have my best friend with us on tour

-> thisislou ❤️❤️

rass1975 cool shirt

Liked by thisislou

bandmate please give her back eventually @the1975 @bedforddanes

-> bedforddanes75 no promises 🤷‍♂️

johnwaugh 🤘

thisislou:

thisislou she was part of the airforce, I was part of the band

Liked by trumanblack, bedforddanes75, bandmate and 389,953 others

fan1 swear this is the first time Matty's liked her post

-> loufan1 yeah bit sus

the1975updates slay

bandmate have the best time, don't forget us too much

-> thisislou never ❤️

fan2 this is going to be epic

thisislou:

thisislou my besties 🥰 @bedforddanes @rass1975

Liked by rass1975, bedforddanes75, charli_xcx and 421,782 others

loufanpage look after our girl please @rass1975 @bedforddanes

Liked by bedforddanes75 and rassthe1975

rass1975 much love❤️

-> thisislou ly

bedforddanes75 we look quite cool ❤️

Liked by trumanblack

charli_xcx rockstars

-> thisislou don't make their egos any bigger I beg you

thisislou:

thisislou And would you sign an autograph for my daughter, Laura? 'Cause she adores you, but I think you're shit

(my fave 1975 song for those wondering... Not just because it has my name in it)

Liked by charli_xcx, bedforddanes75, bandmate, 1975adam, jamieborne and 362,177 others

charli_xcx you're so fit

-> thisislou as are you bby

bedforddanes75 get it bestie

-> thisislou who are you and what have you done with my best mate?

rass1975 one mega babe

-> thisislou says you

fan1 I love how her outfit is like... So the 1975 but also undeniably her

loufanpage this outfit is an absolute serve

75fan okay... Am I the only stupid one that didn't know her name was actually Laura? That's cute that they included her name in a song

#matty healy #matty healy smut #matty healy x reader #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 smut #the 1975 #matty healy instagram au #insufferable arsehole matty healy series #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fan fic #matty the 1975 #matty healy x oc

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Pern Resources

This is an ongoing collection of links* that should cover a whole range of bits and pieces relating to Dragonriders of Pern and Anne McCaffrey – from interviews to interesting articles!

* I check these regularly, but I cannot vouch for if the domains still exist and, if not, what is currently on them. A lot of resources relating to Pern are from the 90s/early 2000s and liable to be replaced by random hosting spam. EDIT: walks-the-ages has added some excellent comments about the Wayback Machine! (And many thanks for backing the pages up on it.)

World Building – Canon

Dragon Lover's Guide to Pern, by Jody Lynn Nye – Link

Hosted by peoplepern.narod.ru, this website is in Russian but has a full English digitised DLG complete with pictures.

All the Songs of Pern – Link

Song Lyrics and Poetry – Link

Music From the World of Anne McCaffrey's Pern by Tania Opland and Mike Freeman – Link

It's worth noting that while the songbooks and CDs are available to buy, all the music is also available through Spotify.

Curses, Oaths, and Maledicta – Links

Pernese Sayings/Curses from Pern Etc. – Links

Anti Fandom Wiki – Link

World Building – 'Fanon'

News From Bree – Multiple links below!

Threadfall Patterns – Link Pern Demographics – Link Can Menolly Outrun Thread? – Link Dragon Demographics – Link Bargaining for Bubbly Pies – Link Originally a Tolkien fanzine between 1970-1988, the site is now a resource that covers multiple topics of interest to Hartley Patterson.

On Impression, by Faye Upton – Link

A multi-part essay on Upton's thoughts about how Impression does/should work, and its relation to the canon of the fanwork Dragonchoice.

Kadanzar Weyr Handbook – Link

While no longer active (since 2013 as of 2024), Kadanzar has multiple articles talking in depth about the 'canon' of their site, which are interesting reads for how Pern may have functioned. The link is specifically to a text page sharing all of the files uploaded to Kadanzar, and may take some time to load. Not all of the files are world building information (some are just site lists), however many are.

Living On Pern – Link

Shoulder Knots by Wicked Zoeygirl on Deviantart – Link

Oath Roleplay Resources – Link

Notable for its page on dragons and its 'non-canon' charter, which collects or infers mentioned rights from the books.

Fandom Topics

A Dragonlover's Guide to Pern Fandom from Kadanzer Weyr – Link The Tentpeg Interview (TW for homophobia and rape mentions) – Link

The Renewable Airforce Document – Link

Alliance Atlantis Dragonriders of Pern 'Making Of/Trailer' - Link

Hosted on Youtube, this is apparently from a CD showcasing the short trailer for their version of Dragonriders of Pern

Ronald D Moore on his cancelled Pern adaptation – Link

Anne McCaffrey – Interviews

Luna Monthly #56, November 1974 – Link

Hosted by FanAc.org, a fan history archive, and conducted by Paul Walker. This heavily discusses gender in the Sci-Fi genre.

Princessions #14, Summer 1983 – Link

Hosted on Google Drive, by this blog runner. Princessions was a Wonder Woman newszine, but switched to being about uplifting women's voices in the Scifantasy space. The interviews take place during the White Dragon book tour.

The Power of Science Fiction and Fantasy with Anne McCaffrey & Elizabeth Ann Scarborough – Link

Hosted on Youtube by A DISCUSSION WITH National Authors on Tour, conducted by Kay Drache of Hennepin County Library.

Collaborating with Anne McCaffrey: An interview with Elizabeth Moon – Link

Hosted on katemacdonald.net, conducted by Kate Macdonald. This talks at length about Moon writing the Planet Pirate series.

Anne McCaffrey - Women Writers, Channel 4 1988 – Link

Hosted on Youtube by Nearrrggghh.

Anne McCaffrey: Norwescon 16 Interview & House Tour – Link

Advice from a Master: Anne McCaffrey – Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Time Out of Mind Episode 4 – Link

Hosted on Youtube, Time Out of Mind was a 1979 BBC 2 series about science fiction.

An Interview With Anne McCaffrey by Lynne Jamneck – Link

#resources #DRoP #Dragonriders of Pern #Anne McCaffrey

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Neighbourly Love | Billy Hargrove x Army! Reader

Notes: This is based on an idea that @billyssillywilly gave me. I had a fun time writing and researching for this, it's one of my favourites so far!! Please note that reader is female, muscular and has long-enoigh hair ro put into a military bun in this. For my readers who know Call Of Duty: I might have added some people for y'all 😚 Enjoy!

Warnings: Mention of war, mention of sex

Word Count: 5.5k

You regretted not agreeing to a gated community now more than ever. While you were on deployment in Iraq for almost a year, a new neighbour moved in next door. You didn't think about it much at first, all you wanted to do was catch up on months of lost sleep. And you knew a lot of young couples or singles who liked to party lived on your street, but at least they kept it on the down low so you were actually able to get some good rest. After three days in hibernation you wanted to sit in your backyard with your K-9, Missy, and drink a Mojito but you didn't have any produce for obvious reasons. So it was time for a trip to Target. And while walking to your car that's when you saw him, your new neighbour, for the first time. He was fixing something on his tires, shirtless and in a pair of jeans. "Billy?", you yelled over.

You've lived in California all your life, originally in Los Angeles but then you moved to San Diego for your job. Your entire childhood was spend in Los Angeles, always in the same house with the same neighbours: The Hargroves. Their son, Billy, used to be your friend until he started bullying you after his mother left LA. Ever since then, he has been your sworn enemy, and Billy thought the same of you. Not only did you two insult each other at any chance you got, you also tried to one-up each other academically all the time. Then, he suddenly moved away in October 1984. That was seven years ago, and now he was back.

"(Y/N)?" He looked up at you while walking over to his fence. "Shit, what are you doing here?" He looked you up and down and so did you with him. "I live here. What are you doing here? Didn't you move?" Your eyes fell on a big scar on his chest, then you noticed multiple others on the sides of his torso. "Yeah, I was in Indiana.", he answered. To not be rude, you looked back into his eyes. "Some shithole town called Hawkins. Came back to LA three years ago, moved to San Diego six months ago." Was he all by himself? Well, his father has always been a piece of shit so you couldn't blame him if that was the case. Either that, or he miraculously found a wife in 'some shithole town called Hawkins'. "Still as charming as ever.", you scoffed at his lingo. "Yeah, well, what are you gonna do about it?" He laughed in a dismissing manner, checking you out once more. "You still on your military trip?" Coming from a family with war veterans, you've been wanting to join the airforce since you were a child. Even back when you and Billy were still friends you did. "My 'military trip'" you put those words in air quotes "is my career now. I'm an army EOD." Billy was quiet for a bit, clearly thinking about something, before saying "EOD where the explosive-guys, right?" He should remember all this, you talked about nothing else as a kid. "Explosive ordnance disposal, yes.", you said. "Well, I have to go. See you around." You turned around to walk to your car, which made Billy check out your butt before you hopped into your red Ford F250.

Three hours later and with a full trunk of Target bags, you pulled back into your driveway. As you went to unload your groceries (and the homeware you couldn't say no to), loud music came from the house next door. As you expected, it was Billy. Light was coming out of his garage with half his car parked into it. You didn't pay attention for now, but even after you unloaded and unpacked you heard his music blasting from his garage. He didn't change, after all. "Come on, Missy.", you cooed while getting your german shepherd on her leash. It was time for a walk anyways, so you might as well drop by and ask him to turn down the music. As you left your front door and started walking down the street with your dog on your right. "Hargrove!", you yelled while walking up his driveway. "Hey, Hargrove!", you yelled once again while somehow letting your drill sergeant voice come out. He peaked up from underneath his car, and grinned in a mischievous manner when he saw you approaching. "Already missing me, sergeant?", he asked while getting up and walking towards you. You noticed that he now wore a white tanktop that was smeared with motor oil. "Could you turn the music down?", you asked him as nicely as you could. "What was that?", he asked while looking at you like he didn't hear you - you knew he did. "Can you turn the music down?", you repeated. "What?", he repeated, leaning towards to you. "Can you please turn your music down?", you finally said in a frustrated tone. Billy grinned, said "Sure thing, sergeant." He walked over to his radio, turning down Puppet Master by Metallica. "Didn't know you were such a party pooper, sarge. Saw you at so many party's in our high school days." You rolled your eyes at him. "I'm not a sergeant, I'm an officer.", you said. Missy, who was next to you, kept looking at Billy. She could feel how tense you were and would snap at him if you gave her the command. "Sorry for stepping on your toes, officer.", Billy said with a malicious grin. "Is that all?" You nodded and gave Missy a non-verbal command to stand back up. "That's all. See you around." You turned on your heel and went your way for your walk. As you went down the street, you could hear him turning up the music again.

And he did it for weeks. It drove you insane. You couldn't sleep properly anymore, not even nap during the day, Missy was irritated, and not even you inviting your army friends over helped. "Alex, I swear to god, he's driving me fucking insane.", you said while mixing your third mojito of the night. "He keeps blasting his fucking music, and now he's started inviting the neighbours to his house for partying." Your colleague and friend Alex Keller listened to you rant about Billy while silently drinking his beer. "Every time I ask him, he just says Yes Sergeant and does the complete opposite." Alex handed you a new plastic straw, still not saying a single word, which you used to drink your cocktail. "And when I do finally sleep, I see nothing but the bombs and I can't even get a good night's rest." Now he was finally talking. "Should I go talk to him?", Alex asked. Just as he said that, Metallica could be heard from next door. You thought about his offer while sipping on your mojito, and did agree. Maybe actually talking would help. So Alex went over.

Billy always provoked you with intentions. After noticing how much you came over to ask him to turn it down, he blasted his music regularly. Sure, it wasn't why he wished you'd come over but after your decade-long rivalry he couldn't exactly find another way to get your attention. But what he knew is that raging jealousy came over him every time he saw Alex, who he nicknamed Your Buddy, pull up to your house. He suspected that something was going on between you two, so naturally he turned his music even louder when he saw his jeep in your driveway. And now, as he saw your buddy approach his property, he could barely contain his anger. Thanks to Neil, he swallowed it down and got up from the tires he was fixing.

"Hey, uhm, Billy, wasn't it?", Alex said to him. Billy nodded and reached his hand out for a handshake. "That's me.", he answered while the two shook each others hands. "Can I help you?". It took everything inside Billy to pull himself together. "Actually, there's something you can help (Y/N) with.", Alex said as he leaned against his garage. "Listen man, she's having a really hard time sleeping. And we got back from Iraq just a week ago, (Y/N) needs all the sleep she can get to deal with what we went through." Billy didn't know this, and some form of guilt hit him right in the gut. "Shit, well, I didn't know that." He truly didn't, but he wouldn't admit to turning his music up all the way just to mess with you. So he turned around to quiet down his radio. "I was actually in an accident a few years ago, it really messed with my hearing so I don't notice when something might be too loud." Alex gave him an understanding nod. He was very oblivious for an officer, because while the accident part was true he lied about his hearing. The mindflayer didn't affect his hearing in the slightest. "While I got you here, I have a question.", Billy then added. "Sure, what is it?", your colleague asked him. It was scary how easy it was for Billy to win people over. "Are you, like, (Y/N)'s boyfriend or something?" He needed to know. That was an information he needed for his peace of mind. Although he wouldn't know what to do it the answer was yes. "Oh no, man. I'm just her colleague. I just check on her so she gets help with working through with what she saw in Iraq. Felt like I was the best one to do that after I left my leg in Borjomi." Alex lifted part of his left pant leg up so reveal a good look at his titanium prosthetic leg. Billy, honestly, didn't care. Even though that guy was probably a war hero who saved thousands of lives, all he cared about was the fact that you weren't dating him. But he couldn't say that. "Well, thank you for your service.", he said to him. Alex gave him a smile and a nod before reaching out his hand again. They shook hands, this time as a goodbye, and your friend said: "Always a pleasure, have a good one." He walked back over to your house, where he told you about the encounter.

Billy did actually stay quiet for the most part. Sure, he threw a party here and there, but in comparison to the hours of blasting music that was absolutely fine. However, now he kept complaining about your dog. While Missy wasn't a sweet dog, she was calm enough. You trained her twice a day, even off-duty, to keep her senses sharp and play-wrestled with her to get her energy out. Of course she'd bark from time-to-time, especially while training. But she was really calm besides that. "Does she ever shut up?", he said over the fence as you were playing on the ground with her. "More than you, at least.", you replied while still playing with her over who gets the rope. Secretly, Billy thought it was adorable. Especially now, where you were in shorts and a tank top he could clearly see all the muscles you've build up since he was gone - you've changed so much. The way the muscles in your arm flexed when you tugged on the rope made him feel things he didn't know he had in him, and seeing yout thighs flex as you dug your heels into the ground gave him a big mental boner. "Come on Missy, are you a K-9 or a mouse?", you said while laughing, to which she finally tugged the rope out of your hands. "Good girl, Missy!" You gave her a treat before dusting yourself off. "Why did you name her Missy anyways?" You didn't even notice that Billy was still watching you until he asked that question. "I wanted to name her Missile at first.", you said while looking at your K-9 chewing on a pig ear. "But then I thought that calling for Missile in the middle of potential war ground wasn't the best idea. So I named her Missy, as a short version of Missile." Billy made a humming sound as a response, to acknowledge that he listened to you. "Well, anyways, if I turned down my music for you I'd appreciate if you kept your Missile under controll." You rolled your eyes at him and went back to paying attention to Missy while Billy went back to whatever he was doing before. But that normal, calm question made your heart ache.

You had a crush on Billy in your childhood, until he started bullying you. It was that little child puppylove, but those feelings were real. And if he hadn't changed so much over the years you'd probably be in love with him right now. So that conversations, a normal conversation, stung like a wasp. Missy noticed and went to lick your hand. "You'll always be with me, won't you.", you cooed at her before petting her head.

After two weeks back in San Diego, you went to work at base again. Mostly paperwork about what you did in Iraq, while simulation looking at possible new deployment options. Being away from Billy was also good for you, you didn't have to see him all day or listen to his bullshit. Because ever since that conversation your feelings for him came back in some weird, twisted way. You tried your best to shove them away, even trying to get over them by hooking up with your fellow soldiers.

It was Simon Riley today who followed you home. "Third guy this week, new record.", Billy yelled over while you and Simon stepped out of the cars. "Fuck off, Hargrove!", you yelled back before getting inside with your colleague.

While you and Simon were going at it, the mood was ruined by Billy blasting Metallica once again. He couldn't contain his jealousy, being so angry at your fellow soldier that he somehow wanted to make him go away. There was no way he could physically get into your house, so he did what he does best; annoying you with his music. "Fuckin' hell.", Simon sighted, still inside you. "Told you I had an annoying neighbour.", you said while being out of breath. "Not lettin' this go to waste.", he simply said before continuing.

But he did it so well that Billy could hear you. And the rage inside of him just grew and grew more, it was almost unbearable to him. He let it out by working out, but even that didn't help the way it normally does. And christ, once he saw Simon walking out of your house he could barely contain himself. Knowing that Simon was also a soldier, and twice his size, he went back inside to not do anything irrational.

Weeks passed, but your feelings didn't. They were still very present, and only grew during any semi-normal conversation. So when he stood in front of your door, asking to stay for three days, you were floored. A pipe in his house bursted and flooded most of the ground floor. He got a few clothes out, but had to leave so it could be repaired. Stupidly enough, you agreed against better judgement. "What is that, your trophy wall?", Billy asked when he saw your living room wall; the formal picture of you in army uniform, the badges you earned, pictures of you and Missy in different countries. The one that struck him the most was the one in the middle: You on your graduation day, with your veteran grandfathers and veteran dad, all in uniform. "Your dad was in the military?", Billy asked. You stood next to him and looked at the picture with him. "Dad was in Vietnam from '69 'til '73. Was never quite the same afterwards." He had to be honest with himself, he did not remember that piece of information from your childhood even though the two of you were still friends back then. Actually, he didn't remember much good things from him childhood to begin with. "And your grandpa's?", he continued asking. "Geez Billy, do you not remember any rant I gave you as a child?", you jokingly asked while nudging his shoulder. "World war two, both of them. Gramps and Pawpaw were in Northern Ireland, the 'Red Bull' division." Billy gave an understanding hum before his eyes went to the most recent picture of you and Missy. "Well, uhm, I have a guest bedroom you can stay in. Come on." You guided him upstairs to the room right next to yours. The guest room was much smaller than yours, but had all the necessities; a bed, a closet, a small table with a chair, spare toothbrushes and toothpaste in a cupboard and a bookshelf with some of your old books. "I was gonna make dinner, hope you like deli style sandwiches." With those words, you left him alone in the guest room. He didn't see a point in unpacking his clothes much, so he just left them on the table inside his bag. Next, he checked out the door to the bathroom - just to realise it's connected to your bedroom and the two of you will have to share it. With impure thoughts, he went downstairs into the kitchen.

"Here's yours." You pushed a plate with two sandwiches on ot towards him while already eating a sandwich yourself. With your legs dangling in the air, you were sitting on the kitchen counter while Billy stood next to you. "You always eat like this?", he asked you while taking something from his plate. "In the kitchen or the food?", you asked him. "In the kitchen, on the counter.", he specified. "Oh." You laughed. "I do, yeah. Don't you remember how my mum always let us snack on the kitchen island?" He did remember that. "Kept that habit, yeah?", he asked with a slight smile. You nodded in response and took another bite of your sandwich while feeling your heart beating faster. Most of dinner was spend in silence, until Missy came in the kitchen. A check on your clock told you that it was time for her dinner, so you jumped off of the counter to fill her bowl.

"She won't start begging for food now, no?", Billy asked while finishing up his sandwich. You rolled your eyes at him "Jesus, Billy, stop trying to find shit to complain about." The clinking of the kibble hit the bowl while you continued scolding him. "She's a K-9, trained to sniff for explosives and you seriously think that she's one to actively beg for food?" He didn't say anything, just continued eating while watching you give the food to Missy. You, now a bit pissed, put your dishes in the dishwasher while talking to Billy. "I leave for work at 5, I'll put a spare key on the kitchen counter for you. Don't know when you start working, so if you wanna eat something just grab something from the fridge." You took his now-empty plate from him and also put it in the dishwasher. "I come back at 6, so you need to make lunch yourself. But please, for the love of god" You closed the dishwasher. "Clean up after yourself." Billy just gave a hum, showing he understood. "I'll get ready for bed, just be quiet please." You went upstairs to wash your face, brush out the hairgel from your military bun and whipe down the dirt from your work day. Billy didn't stay downstairs for long, he came into the bathroom as you were brushing your hair. He started washing down with a wet cloth as well. "Do you always work 12 hour shifts?", he asked after a while. You already moved on to applying your moisturiser. "For four days, then I get four days off.", you replied.

"Why the army and not the airforce?", you stopped in your track for a second. He did actually remember what you told him. "Well, I didn't pass for flying planes. Then I thought of being a marine, but they honestly have shit working hours. So I decided on a career in the army. Then I got into the whole EOD stuff.", you simply replied. He nodded while putting toothpaste on his toothbrush. "Isn't it dangerous to detonate bombs?", Billy asked before putting the toothbrush into his mouth. You smiled, gave him a small laugh and he could feel his heart skip a beat. "You ask a lot of questions today.", you said. "It is actually one of the most dangerous jobs you could have. But the mortality rate is only at 2%, so we're pretty damn good." You put your hair into braids for sleeping. "Well, I'll be off to bed. Good night, Billy." You gave him another smile before going into your bedroom. He couldn't get the image of you smiling out if his head, it burned into his eyelids. Even when he went to bed and closed his eyes, he still saw it. His imagination ran wild, from pinning you against a wall to laying next to you while slowly kissing you. He couldn't stop thinking about it. It stayed in his mind so much that he even dreamed about walking along the beach with you, hand in hand.

Next morning, he could hear some clinking from the bathroom and soft music playing. When he got up to brush his teeth, he saw you doing your hair in the bathroom. It was an extremely tight bun that you slathered hair gel on to keep every little hair in place. You were already partially in uniform, your camo pants and shirt with your last name on it. Billy then realised that he has never seen you in uniform ever since he found out you were his neighbour. Every time you came home, you were in civilian clothes. But, oh, did his heart start beating. He thought you were the most beautiful girl he ever saw.

"Morning.", you said to him with a small smile. "Mornin'.", he replied while getting his toothbrush. Billy didn't wear a shirt yet, he was only in sweatpants that hung a bit too low. You had to admit, you did give him a look through the mirror. Meanwhile, ABBA's Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! was playing from the radio in your bathroom. He brushed his teeth while sometimes sneaking a glance at you through the mirror. Billy saw the small smile that was on your lips while silently lip-syncing the song, he saw every freckle, every mole and thought you were the most perfect being ever. The feelingin his chest and stomach became overwhelming to him.

"(Y/N)?", Billy said while putting his toothbrush into the toothbrush cup you set out for him. You turned around to face him while putting your hairbrush on the counter, and before you could react Billy leaned towards to kiss you. It all happened so quickly that you didn't have time to react. "Have fun at work.", he said afterwards before walking back into his room.

"And it all happened so quick, I didn't even have time to react.", you finished up your story to your coworker Johnny. "Fuckin' hell, you're in the army and have the reaction time of a sloth." He laughed before eating again. Todays lunch was chicken with egg noodles and vegetables. "I don't exactly have combat reaction when I'm at home.", you said to him before eating another fork-full yourself. "Always have to be ready lass, especially when it's your bitch of a neighbour who you have a crush on." Johnny laughed at his own words, to which you punched him in the arm. "I do not have a crush on him, Johnny MacTavish!" He rolled his eyes at you. "Fuck off, (L/N), I know fucking for compensation when I see it." Guilty as charged.

You wasted time after work by stopping at Target to originally buy some food, but you couldn't help to get a new fluffy blanket. On the way back, you picked up two sandwiches at Subway for Billy and you. So you walked through your front door at 8, just to see Billy in the hallway looking at your military wall. You didn't say a word, wanting to avoid him, and walked straight into your kitchen to unpack. Missy followed you by the heel, not paying and attention to Billy who gave her a side eye. As quickly as humanely possible you unpacked your groceries, threw the blanket on the couch and grabbed your sandwich to go eat in your room. "There's food in the kitchen for you.", you said to him before disappearing upstairs. Missy stayed in the living room and got comfortable in her basket next to the couch. Billy took his food, sat down on the living room couch and started eating.

"Any idea how I can win her over?", he asked Missy after a while. She looked at him and tilted her head. "Oh don't give me that, you know she intimidates me." Once Billy finished his food, he sat down next to Missys basket. "I know I should be nicer, but I can't help it, you know?" She put her head on his leg, to which he started scratching her behind her ear. "I just get so angry when I'm jealous. Really need to work on that." He continued talking to your K-9 about you, how he could make it up to you, how he needs to get less angry, that he doesn't mean it when he acts like he doesn't like Missy. Meanwhile, you left your room to bring some dishes downstairs but stopped in your tracks when you heard him talk. At first, you thought he was on the phone, then you heard that he was talking about you. "Can't you tell her, Missy?" was what made everything click in your brain. He was talking to your dog about you. That confused you so much that you went back into your room and left the dishes on your nightstand for a few more hours.

You didn't see Billy until the next day, when you came back from your last day of work for the week. But the kiss didn't leave your mind. When you walked upstairs to shower, the door of the guest bedroom was half-opened. Your curiosity got the best of you and you took a peek inside the room. Billy was sitting on the bed with books scattered around him, you soon realized that those were the photo albums you kept in the bookshelf. The one in his hand right now was one of the oldest, that also included pictures of you and Billy as children. You could tell by the color of the album. "Are you watching me, creepy lady?", Billy said while still looking at the pictures. You chuckled, then went into the room. "Found our pictures, huh?", you said as you sat down next to him. He hummed in response while flipping onto the next page. There were four pictures, all of which were taken on the same day when the two of you were 8. On the first one, Billy and you were petting a goat. "That was our trip to the zoo.", he said to you. The second picture had the two of you eating ice cream on it. On the third picture were you, Billy and his mother looking at a monkey behind the glas. And on the fourth one, Billy kissed you on the cheek for the picture. The feeling in your chest came back when you saw that picture.

"We were best friends, Billy.", you said while he flipped to the next page. There were pictures from a photo booth of the two of you. "What happened?" He didn't have a good response for that - Billy knew it was because his mother left, but that's about it. Him being alone with Neil didn't help. He was already a bully in school, but was always your friend. "I don't wanna talk about it, (Y/N).", he finally responded. That made you angry, very angry in fact. "You started bullying me overnight for six years and now don't want to talk about it?!", you loudly said while getting up. "Oh fuck you, Hargrove. We see each other again after seven years, you act like a cunt, kiss me and now you don't wanna talk about it." The last five words were spoken in a mocking tone. Angrily, you left the guest room and slammed the door on your way out.

You got a towel and your bathrobe before hopping into the shower. The radio was playing in the background, a bit louder than you usually have it on, with Tina Turner playing from it. You were singing along while shampooing your hair throughoutly, having to get all the hairgel and hairspray out, so concentrated on it that you didn't hear the bathroom door opening. "(Y/N)?", you flinked at first and already raised your hand to the showerhead as a makeshift-weapon, until you realized it was Billy. Thank god you decided to have shower curtains that weren't see-through. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Billy?!", you yelled over the sound of the water. "Get out!"

"Said you wanted to talk, so let's talk.", he replied, just loud enough for you to understand. Billy leaned against the bathroom counter, arms crossed in front of his chest, looking at the shower curtain that separated the two of you. "Oh, really? Are you that much of a perv that you have to do that while I'm showering?", you yelled. Billy was stubborn, he wouldn't move - and you couldn't force him outside without being naked in front of him. "Appreciate it, I usually don't change my mind easily.", he replied. "Look, (Y/N), I'm sorry okay?" You continued showering, since you couldn't do anything anyways, and started applying conditioner to your hair. "I know I was a dick to you when we were teenagers, I didn't know what to do with myself." You scrubbed yourself off with a loofah and shower gel while talking "Then why do you still do it? If anyone should hold a grudge, it's me and not you." Billy didn't know what to say. He can't really be honest with you now, can he? Just tell you that he has feelings for you and either wanted to get your attention or was jealous. What would happen if he did? Billy didn't know if he could deal with more rejection in his life. "You still there?", you asked when he didn't reply. "I'm just...thinking of an answer." You washed off the foam on your skin and the conditioner in your hair while an idea hit you so hard that it almost swept you off your feet. With your feelings for Billy back, so came some fantasies about him. "I think it's easier to talk face-to-face. Wanna come in?" There was silence, then you heard the unbuckling of a belt. A minute later, Billy came into the shower with you. You were turned to him with your back and couldn't see what he was doing, but you felt his hands hold onto your hips. "I still do it because I get angry when I'm jealous.", he said while slowly pulling you towards him. You turned around towards him, soon enough for your chest to squeeze against him. "Why do you get jealous?", you asked him while looking into his eyes. The water fully drenched his hair now, some strands fell into his face. "Because I want you to be only mine.", he said. His eyes starred back into yours. They looked even more blue now, at least that's what it looked like to you. Your hands cupped his cheeks before leaning forwards and kissing him. You were in the shower for another hour.

Billy slept in your bed that night. While getting comfortable next to him, you noticed his scars once more. "Billy?", you asked while leaning down on your arm next to him instead of laying down. "What happened there?" You let your fingers run across the biggest scar on his chest, tracing the white colouring on it. "Long story, you won't believe me if I went into detail.", he said while wrapping one of his arms around your shoulders and suddenly pulled you into his chest. "C'mon, tell me.", you said with a pout. Billy kissed the top of your head before saying: "You know what, when you take some days off, I will take you to the shithole town named Hawkins and have my sister and her friends explain it to you." You nodded in agreement while getting comfortable on him.

"Now I have a question for you.", he said. His hand was resting on your head, making it not possible to look up to him. So you kept listening to his heartbeat. "What is it?", you asked. He thought about what to say for a bit. "So, we've somehow made up in one way or another." You hummed in response. "And we've established that we both have feelings for each other." You let out a slight laught, knowing what he was gonna ask. "Yes, Billy, I'll be your girlfriend.", you said. He kissed the top of your head once again before pulling the covers over you and drifting off to sleep together.

Maybe not living in a gated community wasn't too bad.

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