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lucygraysboy · 6 months ago

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lucy gray. lucy gray. lucy gray. billy’s lips keep moving silently, as though relishing the taste of the strangely familiar name on his aching tongue. he’s convinced he’s heard it somewhere before, but at first can’t recall where and when. blades of grass keep rubbing against his back, leaving stains on his shirt and irritating the skin beneath when the fabric gives way and rides up, pooling at his shoulder blades. not that it matters, all that counts is lucy gray and her promise to not leave him alone. lucy gray. despite exhaustion and dehydration, his heart is suddenly beating a million miles an hour. “lucy. lucy gray,” he groans, his chapped lips twisting into a grimace that’s actually supposed to be a smile. the sun streams down upon them for a while longer, lighting a bright halo above her head, and that’s when it comes to him seemingly out of nowhere — the blurry memory of his ma, stroking his hair as a storm raged outside, tucking him into bed with her and opening her favorite book. poems, it was a collection of poems, he concludes. he can smell a candle burning. in his memory, the name on the cover is barely visible, but he can still hear his mother reciting one particular verse, you yet may spy the fawn at play, the hare upon the green; but the sweet face of lucy gray will never more be seen […] yet some maintain that to this day she is a living child; that you may see sweet lucy gray upon the lonesome wild. and so she lives, he thinks to himself, suddenly overcome with happiness. his ma must have sent lucy gray for him, to tend to him or to take him to her. he’s severely dehydrated and feverish, but at this very moment, as it all suddenly begins to make sense to his delirious, hazy mind, the corners of his eyes begin to sting with tears. her name — he takes it as a sign from the universe that his mother is watching over him and lucy gray really is an angel that she’s sent. the thought calms him down to the point where he ends up drifting off for a moment.

waking up only gets more and more challenging and exhausting each time he falls asleep, but when he opens his eyes next, lucy gray’s gone and the sun’s no longer shining. but she made him a promise. she made a promise, he rationalizes, convincing himself she must be coming back for him. as he turns his heavy head to the side to look for her, he spots something terrifying out of the corner of his eye. he blinks, but the monster persists, staring at him, baa-ing from time to time. is that a… goat?! did she turn into a goat? the pile of hay would under any other circumstances make for a comfy bed, but with his back already sore and scratched, it feels like he’s lying on needles. the goat takes a curious step forward just as he closes his eyes for another minute or two, his temples pounding from all this thinking he’s been doing, needing to rest. and once again, he slips into a state of blissful oblivion. it’s only when small, dainty hands capture and squeeze his own larger and more calloused ones that he comes back to his senses, to a degree. the sun’s back and so is his angel. “lucy gray,” he repeats frantically, so happy that she’s at his side once more. even if he can’t see her, he can feel her on his skin and that’s enough. then it’s darkness again.

“hmm?” he groans, his body limp, molding like clay in her arms and not really cooperating at first. at her room. he understands that much, his brain sparking back to life at the unspoken promise — room, house, water. maybe there’s a well somewhere on this property, maybe she’ll let him have a sip. but he has to get inside for that, through the window, too… god, lucy gray, you’re overestimating me, he thinks, mustering whatever strength’s left in his limbs to move. pain, a burning so impossible that it nearly blinds him, shoots up his legs when he manages to scramble up to his feet, one of his arms coils loosely around this petite angel’s shoulders for support, his right hand trying to grab the windowsill. he doesn’t have the strength to remain in this position much longer and so, with whatever strength he’s got left, he throws himself, head first, into the open window. he hangs there like a sack of potatoes, his head and arms and torso already inside, his hips and legs still outside. that’s as much as he can do before the lights go out again.

"i'm not goin' anywhere, i won't leave you. i promise you that." lucy gray speaks wholeheartedly in the midst of taking a break with an ache in her chest, chest heaving up and down as she looks up to weigh how far she's came so far and wonders if she's going to be strong enough to get him up the rest of the way of the yard. doe eyes fall back on the boy, that ache coming back when she's reminded again how sick and terrible he looks. he must be in a lot of pain, not counting how starved he looks. then she gains strength back in her upper arms again and she's back to pulling his long body, hurriedly, across the farm. fingers tightening around his ankles over his shoes until her digits hurt. "yes, that's right. lucy gray." dark haired girl confirms cheerfully despite the circumstances, finally coming up on the goat's shed and one aching arm quickly releases the latch and tugs the taller into the piles of hay on the ground for bedding, "excuse us, shamus. you got a roommate if you don't mind." she pants, looking over her shoulder once to make sure the goat is out of the way. "then again, i ain't sure this is goin' to work too well either. might be too stuffy of a place to heal up someone like him." who needs a place that's less hot as possible. she worries out loud mostly to herself, calculating eyes searching the small building in contemplation if this is a bad idea or not.

a baa sound coming from behind her tells her it is in fact a bad idea. "you're right, girl. he's not gonna be very comfy here. so off to my room, i guess. pray the preacher don't find us, will you?" she lets go of his feet and lucy gray quickly scurries outside, leaving billy inside for a moment while she goes to survey the area. sneaking back into the house to get her bedroom window open that's luckily close to the ground and then after finding out what room her father is in, scurries back out to retrieve her random male she's found. he'd get shot and she'd get paddled until their was blisters on her behind if he only knew. hands push the shed door back open and lucy gray quickly grabs his hands this time, pulling him from this end this time, back through the hay, through the grass, a handful of ducks waddling after them and then as her heart races she props him up against the siding of the house under her window.

crouching down to gently take hold of his face again, trying to guide him to focus somewhere on her face, "we're at my room, okay?" the songstress speaks quietly, beads of sweat dotting her forehead and down her tanned red cheeks, " right above you is a window to it. i need you to help me get you inside it. i'll help you stand half way and then you'll climb the best you can into it." she instructs warily– prayin' he can understand this much before standing, small hands grabbing him under his armpits and lifting his heavier frame with every ounce of upper body strength to twist him around and guide him into the open window.

#billysgirllol #pls i shouldnt laugh @ him tossing himself inside like hes a football player but kjgfnd #LMBOOO baby boy just wanted to help :')#pls shes so sweet and determined to save his life <3 SHAMUS GOING BAA TO LET HER KNOWS HE AINT SHARING HIS QUARTERS #I CANT #I LOVE THIS SM IM NEVER GETTING OVER HOW COOL WE ARE FOR BRINGING THESE TWO TO LIFE TOGETHER #AWWW!!! IKR :'))) the cutest dark haired baby with the prettiest eyes :'))#and kindest soul!!#billy will fr cry when that happens #HANK THE DUCK THE BIG BROTHER AND SHAMUS THE GOAT THE BIG SISTER OMGOSH CRYING IN THE CLUB

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sadhours · 1 year ago

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billy hargrove x f!reader

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summary: being tommy hagan’s sister had it’s perks, but when the new kid from California catches your attention, it seems like more of a curse than a good thing

warnings: 18+ minors dni, Steve x Reader, underage drinking, partying, smut, p in v, angst, Billy is a mystery, Steve/Nancy, slow burn, forbidden romance

Being Tommy Hagan’s sister had its advantages. Your freshman year of high school, you had a guaranteed spot with the cool kids and an invite to every party. Tommy wasn’t protective by any means. You two were buddies, you and Carol were buddies and of course, you and Steve Harrington were buddies. Freshman year was a blur, until Nancy ripped Steve away from the group. Still, the three of you were determined to keep the good times rolling. Sure, you spent every single Saturday, Sunday and Monday hungover but it was worth it. You think.

Maybe you didn’t remember the parties very well but hell, you knew you’d had fun. Plus, you were lucky enough to lose your virginity to the King on your fifteenth birthday and even if he pretended you didn’t exist once he started dating Nancy, it was worth it. Okay, so you weren’t totally over Steve but you were coping just fine. Carol didn’t let you mope for long. There were too many parties to go to.

Then one day, Steve Harrington is pushed to the very back door of your mind. Perched on your brother’s car, sharing a cigarette with him and his girlfriend, a pretty blue Camaro whips through the parking lot and slides into the parking spot across from you. A small, angry redhead bolts out, slamming the door and zips up to the middle school on a skateboard. Every head in the parking lot is turned to the muscle car and the gorgeous, denim-clad, mulleted blonde motherfucker. He takes your breath away. Takes Tommy and Carol’s breath away. The guys dripping in cool. Not another person like him has stepped foot in this midwestern hell hole. The three of you can’t wait to sink your claws in him. He flicks his cigarette away, a small hint of a smirk curling his lips and your eyes follow the Marlboro as it tumbles to the ground. The fucking guy didn’t even smoke half of it. The nicotine fiend in you is tempted to snatch it up, but that’s like, super uncool.

You watch as Tina and her girls eyes linger on the stranger, practically salivating at the way his ass looks in his jeans. It must take at least ten minutes for the fucker to pull his pants up.

“Who the hell is that?” Carol wonders aloud for the group.

“One bitchin’ dude,” Tommy scoffs, an impressed tilt to his voice.

;;;

Tommy moves fast. You know this. He had an easy way about him, friendly even though he was the biggest asshole you knew. That blue Camaro is parked on the curb in front of your house. Your parents are outside, doing the yard work necessary to prepare for the cold front sweeping in. Your whole life was spent in Hawkins so you know nothing else but god, do you yearn for year long summers.

You were eager to listen to the new record you’d just bought. A quick wave to your parents and you’re opening the front door, flooded with the sound of Metallica’s The Four Horsemen. Tommy’s pulled out his only metal album to impress the new kid. The feeling in your gut isn’t new. You used to get the same excited feeling whenever Steve was over. However, this was different because Steve knew you. He watched you grow up. You’d known him since you were little. This new guy hasn’t played Barbie’s with you from the age eight to twelve.

You take a deep breath before heading towards Tommy’s room, leaning against the doorframe. Tommy’s head banging obnoxiously, Carol is checking her nails looking bored and the blonde boy is nodding his head along to the bass line. He’s got a cigarette pinched to between his fingers and as he’s bringing the filter to his lips, he sees you.

He takes a drag, smirks and says, “Hey.”

You’ve never loved your brothers ability to make friends more.

“Hi,” you try to say in the coolest way you can.

Tommy pauses his thrashing and motions to you, “Oh, Billy! This is my sister.”

“Nice to meet you, Tommy’s sister,” he drawls.

You tell him your name, awkwardly lingering in the doorway before Carol’s tugging you inside.

“Whatcha got in the bag?” Billy asks, fingers pressing to the brown paper.

You swallow, “Uh, just a record.”

“Which one?”

You pull out the cellophane wrapped vinyl, displaying the copy of Out of the Cellar by Ratt you’d just excitedly purchased with your allowance.

“Oh, fuck yeah! Atta girl,” he cheers as he snatches it out of your hand.

The praise causes a flutter downstairs. Five minutes into meeting this fucking guy and you’re already a puddle. The excitement at impressing him is unmatched.

Billy shimmies around you, places a strong hand on your hip as he passes to stop the Metallica record and replace it with your new one. You plop down on the floor next to Carol, eyes drawing back up to Billy as he turns the volume up, cigarette hanging between his lips. He bobs his head, his earring dangling against his wispy curls and you don’t like feeling this arousal while in the same room as your brother and his girlfriend.

“Did you see Steve with the princess today? Ugh, gag me with a spoon,” Carol nudges your knee while mimics gagging herself.

Billy snorts, “What’s the deal with that guy? People kept telling me I was gonna be the new King, whatever the fuck that means.”

Tommy chimes in, “He used to be the King. We were good buddies until he started sticking his dick in the priss.”

“Steve’s nice,” you shrug. Only Carol knows what happened between the two of you and you’d sworn her to secrecy, too embarrassed to let your brother know you’d fallen for his best friend. She gives you a pointed look before rolling her eyes.

“He used to be cool, now he’s nice,” Tommy deflects, wiggling his fingers for emphasis. He pulls a beer of the sixer and tosses it to you, which you fumble to catch.

You tap your nail on the tap, trying your best to rid the memories of Steve kissing you late at night from your head. You know if you glance over to Billy, they’ll dissipate but then you’ll be imagining kissing him and you don’t want that either.

“So where’d you move from?” you ask, not looking up from the beer.

Billy sits next to you with the thud, his knee knocking yours which absolutely does not shoot heat to between your legs. He lifts his can to you, indicating he’d like to cheers you. Sometimes Tommy’s friends did things like this with you and while he wasn’t protective of you, he made you promise that friends were out of the question. You could not hook up with any of them. Acquaintances were fine and while Billy was only that right now, you know Tommy wanted to be good buddies with him so you were awaiting the conversation. You were getting ahead of yourself. A cheers does not mean Billy’s attracted to you.

“California,” he replies as you clink aluminum cans. “Much better than this shithole.”

“You’re telling me,” Carol whines, “I fucking hate this place.”

Billy drops his cigarette in the empty beer can sitting in the middle of the floor, apparently the designated ashtray. He leans his head back to look at you, “What’s there to do here?”

You feel shy under his gaze, almost choking on your swig of beer once your eyes meet his. You clear your throat and swallow hard, “Uh, parties, mostly. Hang out in the woods. Go to convenience stores.”

“Ah. I expected more hick shit. Ya know, tipping cows, shooting guns, kissing cousins,” Billy chuckles, biting his lip as his eyes dart between your brother and his girlfriend.

“Carol knows about kissing cousins,” Tommy sneers, throwing his girlfriend under the bus.

“Do you have to tell everyone?” she hurls a rolled up sock at him. She turns to Billy, “He’s exaggerating. We’re not even blood related.”

Billy laughs, a cackle that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You can’t help but giggle. You’d heard the story a million times. Carol was at a family reunion and didn’t even realize the guy was a distant cousin. However, shit, it’s a family reunion. Who’s trying to get their rocks off at a family reunion?

“You guys smoke grass?” Billy changes the subject and the three of you nod in unison. “Know where I can get some?”

“Eddie “The Freak” Munson,” Tommy tells him, “I think I have some, though. Hold you over in the meantime.” He gets up and sifts through his sock drawer, returning with a tied off ziploc bag to hand to Billy.

“And now,” Billy takes it and shoves it in his pocket, “We’re best buds.”

Tommy beams at the declaration. And with those words, Billy Hargrove has just become verboten. Damn it.

Tommy tells you as much when Billy leaves, rattling off about his dad being an asshole and he’s got to get home before he does.

“I saw those eyes,” Tommy raises a scolding finger at you, “Don’t even try it. He’s too cool.”

“Aw, Tommy,” Carol pouts, “Let her have some fun.”

“No,” you raise your hands defensively, “You didn’t see any eyes. I don’t even think he’s cute.”

Tommy scoffs, “Yeah, right. Even I think the guy is hot.”

Carol raises an eyebrow, “You going queer on me, big boy?”

“Me? Queer?” Tommy laughs, “Let me show you how untrue that is.”

“Okay, ew, I’m leaving,” you push yourself off the ground and run out of the room, closing the door behind you.

;;;

“Does Tina throw bitchin’ parties?” Billy asks you, taking a drag off his cigarette before passing it.

You take it and try to ignore the tingling feeling on your lips as you take a hit. You’re leaning against the trunk of his Camaro, Carol and Tommy are nearby but too busy making out to listen to the conversation.

“I guess?” you reply, “All the parties here kind of bleed together. They’re fun and all, just… the same thing.”

Billy looks over to your brother with his tongue down Carol’s throat, “They do that all the time, huh?”

“Yeah, you’ll get used to it,” you shrug.

“What about you?” he turns slightly towards you, “Why don’t you have a boyfriend?”

You can feel the way your cheeks redden, “I don’t know. No one’s really caught my attention, I guess.”

“Is he protective?”

You shake your head, “No, the opposite. Tommy doesn’t give a shit what I do. I just haven’t met anyone I like in that way.”

“Yeah,” Billy muses, “I know the feeling.”

That catches your attention. Every girl at Hawkin’s High is throwing themselves at him but not a single one special enough to tickle his fancy. You included.

“I’m young, anyways,” you deflect, “I have plenty of time to find the man of my dreams.”

“Oh, yeah?” Billy digs his canine into his lower lip, “What’s the motherfucker you’ve dreamed up like?”

You, you don’t say. “Oh, I don’t know!”

“You’ve thought about it. Is he nice, like King Steve?” Billy raises his eyebrows, “Is he a freak like Munson?”

No, he’s blonde with a mullet and pretty eyelashes.

“He hasn’t made himself known yet,” you urge, “Maybe he’s a millionaire, maybe he’s a rockstar.”

“You want Vince Neil?” he knocks he elbow into yours.

“I wouldn’t mind,” you shrug.

Billy cackles, “All you chicks are the same.”

You scoff, “Oh and guys aren’t? Like you’re not pining over Lita Ford.”

“Nah,” he laughs, “Not my thing.”

“What is your thing then?” you ask, eyes meeting briefly before you can’t handle the heat of them. Billy’s eyes are too pretty. The bluest you’ve ever seen.

“Someone real,” he says, sincerely and it tugs your heartstrings.

“Billy, the romantic,” you tease, shoving your hands in your pocket.

“Far from it, sweetheart,” he pats your shoulder before pushing himself off the bumper and heading into the building as the bell rings.

Sweetheart drips down your throat and curls around your heart.

;;;

It’s not much of a costume. It’s a short skirt, fishnets and a too tight top. You can say you’re Madonna but how many girls are going as Madonna. You just want to look hot. Want Billy to look at you like you’re more than Tommy’s little sister. Like you’re some video vixen and he just cannot keep his hands to himself. It’s a flourishing thought that you push deep down. Tommy can’t control you but you think of the conversation you’d hand the day before. Billy isn’t into you. He had the opportunity to say something and he didn’t. And one thing you’ve learned about boys your age is if they want it, they’ll make it known.

“Are you ready yet?” Carol’s asking as she peers into your bedroom. You scan her outfit up and down, you think maybe she’s channeling Madonna as well but you can’t pin exactly what she’s dressed as.

You wipe the corner of your mouth, fixing the smeared lipstick.

“Yeah, just about,” you mumble, reapplying your mascara.

“Billy’s meeting us there,” she sings, grinning wide at you in the mirror.

You roll your eyes, “Carol, he’s off limits and even if he wasn’t, I don’t like Billy like that.”

“Sure,” she purrs, slapping the doorframe, “Vamoose, pretty girl. I wanna get wasted.”

Tommy’s a bad driver. He was also drinking before he left so he’s even worse, by the time you get to the party you feel like you’ve already got the spins. You hold onto Carol’s wrist to ground yourself and Billy’s rushing up behind the two of you.

“Boo!” he shouts, pressing a hand to your lower back.

Carol shrieks but you’d seen him coming. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling the two of you two his chest. He reeks of whiskey and Marlboro Reds. Seems like Billy had a bit of pregaming himself.

“Hi, Billy,” the two of you sing in unison.

Tommy barrels around the car, running up from behind to jump onto Billy’s back which causes all of you to tumble to the ground. Carol screams, scolding Tommy about ruining her hair but you’re distracted by the laugh erupting from Billy, his lips so close to your ear you can feel his breath fanning against it. It makes you tingle all over and you desperately want to grab him and pull him closer, want to press your lips to his in a hungry kiss. Then it’s gone, he’s up from the ground with Tommy pulling him towards the keg and Carol’s reaching her hand down to you.

You stumble along with her and when you’re reaching the keg, Billy’s pumping it and filling cups for you and Carol.

“You’ve got to beat Steve’s record, Billy! Come on,” Tommy urges his friend, hands clasped tight around his shoulders.

You stand over by Carol and Tina, watching the way the brunette fucks Billy with her eyes. A pang of jealousy surges through your stomach but you chug from the red Solo cup to drown it out. You sway along with the Motley Crüe song, unable to stop your eyes from scanning the crowd for familiar chestnut hair and brown eyes. Carol must notice because she grabs your face and turns it to look at Billy. She wants you to get over Steve just as badly as you do. You notice Billy’s costume, you think he’s going for terminator but it’s laid back. An homage rather than a costume. His abs look nice, you imagine what they must feel like. Carol’s a good friend.

They lift Billy up, he bites around the tap and makes eye contact you for a brief second before beer is flooding into your mouth. He easily beats Steve’s record. Seems like he could’ve gone longer but the second he beats it, they’re pulling him down. He spits the foam out, beer dripping down his chin to his chest and it’s… a sight. They funnel inside but you stick by Carol.

“God, he’s so yummy,” Tina gushes, turning to you and Carol.

Carol agrees excitedly, winks at you and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Tina.

“What? Did you call dibs already?”

“God, no,” you say, a little too defensively. “I just have eyes and Carol wants to live vicariously through me. It’s not happening.”

“Well, I’m definitely not holding back,” Tina quips.

You imagine the two of you as cats, tails high and backs arched, ready to pounce.

“Go for it,” you shrug, holding your beer close to your chest.

You retreat first, heading inside in search of a better time. A spiked punch is in your future. It’s only slightly dampened when you see Nancy downing cup after cup in the kitchen, Steve upset and asking her to cool it. He doesn’t even notice your presence and that’s totally fine. You’re a fly on the wall like you usually are around him. Steve reaches for her cup again and they struggle for power until the force of their hands pulls the cup back and spills the sticky red punch all over her white sweater. Everyone reacts in shock and you have to still your mouth from the smile threatening against your lips as you quickly avert your attention.

When they flutter away, you copy Nancy. Downing as many cups as you can before you start to feel numb. Seeing Steve was a shock to your system. All prior feelings rush to the forefront of your brain and you want to find him, pull him into a empty bedroom and kiss him from head to toe. It’s a shame when you see him and Nancy lock themselves away in a bathroom. You linger, clutching your drink to your chest as you watch drunk teenagers dance the night away. Nancy doesn’t deserve Steve. He shouldn’t have to change to be with her. You liked Steve the way he was.

Steve opens the door and slams it behind him, he pushes passed out, shoulders colliding and when he turns to look at you, you notice tears in his eyes. The brunette is quick to swivel back around, stomping outside and you wonder what in the hell just happened in there. Half of you is tempted to follow him outside, offer comfort in whatever way you can but then you feel large, strong hands wrap around your waist. You tilt your head back to see Billy standing behind you with a drunk smile plastered on his face, his eyes are tinted red like he’s been smoking more than cigarettes.

He leans down, lips close to your ear so he can whisper, “Why are you hiding from us?”

“Hiding? I’m not hiding,” you argue, lifting your cup to explain further, “Where is everyone?”

“Backyard,�� he smirks, releasing his grip and stumbling towards the sliding glass door.

He turns his head briefly to make sure you’re following him.

Tina’s backyard is trashed. You can’t imagine what the cleanup is going to be like tomorrow. As soon as you step out the door, Billy grabs your hips again and urges you to the left. You look down and see what looks like five smashed beer bottles, right outside the door. You mumble a thank you before wiggling out of his grip. The last thing you need is for Tommy to see it. The blonde guides you over to the group and you collapse down next to your brother and Carol.

“Steve and Nancy just got in a fight,” you tell them before bringing your cup to your lips.

Carol raises her eyebrows and leans closer, giving you a look you know all too well. You quickly shake your head, slouching your shoulders and trying to sink away from her gaze. Tommy lets out a cackle, leaning his body back with it.

“We heard, he threw punch on her?”

“Well, no, he didn’t throw it on her, it just spilled,” you explain, watching in your peripheral how Tina leans her body against Billy’s and whispers in his ear. Immediately, your stomach turns but you ignore it. There’s no way you could be jealous, you don’t even know the guy yet and you’re going to make sure you don’t stew on how attractive he is. You know how mad Tommy will be and besides, your brother isn’t exactly loyal to you. You imagine if you did make a move on Billy and he rejected you, Tommy wouldn’t stop hanging out with him. Or god forbid, he doesn’t reject you but instead breaks your heart and Tommy would still pick Billy’s side. You know this about your brother.

“But they went into the bathroom and I guess argued, because Steve came storming out and he looked like he was crying,” you continue, picking at a loose thread on your skirt.

Tommy snorts, “I knew they wouldn’t last long.”

Carol nods along with him, “She’s too prissy for Steve. I bet the argument was something stupid too.”

“Maybe,” you shrug, allowing yourself to turn slightly and just in time to catch Tina shoving her tongue down Billy’s throat. You’re quick to turn back to your brother and Carol.

“You guys wanna leave soon?” Carol asks, you know she’s trying to be casual but only asking to save you the displeasure of watching Billy and Tina make out for the rest of the night.

“Yeah, I’m pretty over it,” you admit, stretching your arms up.

Tommy scoffs, “You guys are so boring. It’s still early.”

It is, you don’t even feel drunk yet but you are bored and too many unpleasant feelings are swirling around you. If you get any more alcohol in you, you’re libel to throw yourself at Steve, or worse, Billy.

“This party kind of blows, though,” Carol argues and wraps her arms around Tommy, whispering something in his ear. Whatever she said has him grinning and jumping to his feet. You’d rather not know.

;;;

You’re sitting in study hall, trying to stay awake when a note lands on your desk. You turn and see Steve failing at trying to look innocent, he fake coughs in his hand while stretching his opposite arm up and then back down. His eyes meet yours briefly and he quickly looks away, a hint of smile on his lips. You unfold the note and see Steve’s messy handwriting scrawled lopsided on the top of the page.

Wanna listen to my Abba record?

You stare at it a little dumbfounded, because it was an inside joke between the two of you. It was his lame way of trying to get you alone at one of his parties. It was only the second time you guys had ever messed around and as your relationship continued, it became something Steve would say just to make you blush or laugh. Worse, though, it turned into a code for sneaking away to hook up. His fight with Nancy must’ve been more serious than you thought. This was Steve’s olive branch, and it was sleazy but it was also romantic, unfortunately.

You write back in neat, straight handwriting, Right here in study hall?

You carefully slide the paper onto his desk and turn back to your textbook. From the corner of your eye, you see Steve grinning wide as he reads what you’ve wrote before furiously writing and handing it back.

Is that a yes?

It’s a maybe. I don’t think Mr. Delfin would appreciate it.

Fair enough. The albums at my house anyway. After school then?

You chew on your bottom lip. It would be very easy to fall back into this but you have plans with your brother, Carol and Billy. However, the prospect of being alone with Steve seems way more appealing. And you can’t help yourself, you think about Steve more than you think about anything else. You absolutely miss touching him and you’ve been rather frustrated since he started going out with Nancy.

Meet me in the library after school.

;;;

You made some dumb excuse to Carol about having to work on a class project in the library. She bought it but tried to insist on you ditching it entirely to get to know Billy better. Which you knew Carol was aware you wouldn’t go for.

When Steve walks up to you, you’re standing at the window. He leans against the wall and looks at you quizzically.

“Whatcha doing?”

You watch as Tommy and Carol pile into his car and drive off, the blue Camaro following after them and you say to Steve, “Just making sure it’s… safe. Okay, let’s go.”

Steve let’s out a scoff, “Don’t want them to see you with me?”

You crane your head sideways as you look up at him, “I’m ditching them for you. They’d be mad.”

Steve nods his head, pursing his lips like he can taste your words. You keep your hands to yourself on the walk to his BMW, you’d learned to do as much when you guys were fooling around. Steve talks a lot on the drive to Loch Nora. None of it really makes much sense, or is important but you like listening to his voice. It’s adorable, he stutters every so often and rambles on, losing his thought and then rushing into a completely new thought. The reason you like it so much is you’ve seen Steve hit on girls throughout the years and weirdly enough, this is how he does it so you feel special when it’s directed at you.

His house is empty, it usually is but what always shocked you was how clean it was. A teenage boy lived there alone for eight months of the year, you expected it to be messy but then again, you’re sure they have a cleaning lady coming often. Steve leads you up the stairs and to his bedroom. It smells clean, like laundry detergent and his cologne. Your stomach is doing flips at the familiarity of it all, you’ve been in this exact position many times before and you’re anticipating his next moves. As you sit on his bed, Steve wraps his hand around your hip and lays you on your back. You shyly smile up at him, the weight of his body makes you tingle all over and his big, brown eyes look into yours. There hasn’t been a night in months that you haven’t pictured this exact moment happening, ushering you to sleep and hopefully dream of Steve.

He pushes tucks your hair behind your ear as he cracks a smile, teeth bright and white while his cheeks flush just a smidge. You want to tell him how much you’ve missed him but him and Nancy have only been broken up a couple of days, you know what this is. That’s your downfall, though, you’ll bend over backwards to have Steve. When his lips caress yours, a small moan rises up your throat involuntarily. It’s a soft, sweet kiss and he gently holds your cheek as he does it. Your fingers snake into the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer so you can deepen the kiss. Steve takes things slow, he always did and you’ve always been bursting at the seams, eager for more. You drag your tongue against his lower lip, begging for entrance and he allows you easily. Your body lights up, feels like you’re on fire when he grinds just barely on top of you. His thigh between your legs presses against your center and it makes your head feel heavy, falling apart beneath him. Steve’s like a drug and you’ve been sober for far too long. Your desperation makes you feel antsy, you want things to progress much faster than they are but Steve is stubborn, he sets the pace. He’s different than any other man you’ve been with, he’ll kiss you until your jaw hurts and you’re trembling. That seems to be his intent now because when you try to pull away from it, he grabs your jaw and kisses you harder. You whimper against his lips, wriggling your hips to demonstrate how badly you need him.

Steve pulls back and smiles down at you, stroking his thumb along the apple of your cheek, “You’re so beautiful.”

You flush, grinning from ear to ear as you avert your eyes, unable to hold eye contact. With a giggle you tell him, “So are you.”

He lets out a small, breathless laugh, “Thank you.”

Steve places kisses along your jaw and down your neck, he licks against your skin but he’s always been careful not to leave any marks. Back when you two were fooling around regularly, you weren’t so careful with him and you’d litter his neck and chest with love bites. Steve could always explain them away much easier than you could.

He continues kissing against your collarbone as he starts unbuttoning your shirt. You inhale sharply, goosebumps rising all over your skin when his fingers brush against your now exposed stomach. Steve’s lips descend once he gets your blouse completely undone, brushing them against the curve of your breast. This is the area he doesn’t hold back, sucking and biting gently at the tender skin until it’s raw and sore. You know you’ll have a bruise there by the end of the night but you don’t mind. It’ll be proof this isn’t a dream. In sync, you prop up on your elbows as Steve leans back and reaches around to unclasp your bra. You dispose of the blouse and bra before reaching for the hem of Steve’s polo and pull it over his head. You smooth your hands over his head before he leans down and licks at your perked nipple, his Bambi eyes looking up at you curiously. You whine, arching into the touch as your eyes flutter shut. For a moment, you picture blonde curls and blue eyes but quickly push the thought away as shame begins spreading through your stomach. You try not to think about it too much, not willing to admit even to yourself that you want Billy in that way.

“Steve,” you pant out, for good measure.

He sucks your nipple between his lips as he hand moves to squeeze and knead at your other breast. Another moan falls out of your lips as you squeeze your eyes shut and knit your fingers into his hair. He grazes his fingertips across your neglected nipple and laps against the other. It’s intoxicating, you focus on his soft his hair feels between your fingers. Your thighs tingle as heat surges through your stomach and straight to your core. It’s quiet in the house, in the room, the only sound is Steve’s mouth on your and your paired labored breathing.

When he moves back up to crash his lips into yours and press his body close, you feel his cock hard in his jeans against your navel. He grunts softly against your lips moving both his hands to grip your jaw as he licks into your mouth eagerly. This is unlike Steve, he usually doesn’t express desperation until he’s already inside of you. It gets your hopes up, like maybe he’s been missing you just as badly as you’ve been missing him. And maybe that’s wishful thinking but in this moment, you’ll take it. You grab onto his waist and writhe up against him, letting him know you’re just as needy.

Steve pulls back from the sloppy kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips as his hands lower and he’s making quick work getting your jeans and panties down to your ankles. They hang awkwardly there, your tennis shoes are still on but you're really liking the frenzy of it all. Steve props himself on his knees and does the same with his jeans and briefs, pushing them down to his knees as his long cock springs out and slaps against his stomach. God, you’ve missed the sight of it, your mouth waters as you breathe heavy. Memories of the way it felt in your mouth flood your mind, causing your hips to jerk up in arousal and Steve smiles down at you, clearing taking the movement as a compliment. He circles his hand around himself, pumping a few times before dragging his head through your folds.

“Steve…” you moan out slowly, another surge of wetness flowing out of you.

“Yeah?” he breathes out, his cheeks are flushed and his eyes look glassy. It’s such a pretty view, you wiggle against him.

“Need you,” you admit, shyly.

He licks against his bottom lip before rubbing his tip against your fluttering hole, “You been with anyone else since me?”

You shake your head, knowing the reason behind his question, “I’m clean.”

Steve nods, his hair bouncing with the movement before he sinks his cock inside of you. You gasp out, grabbing onto his bedspread while you melt at the sensation. It’s been way too long. You’re tight, haven’t had anything stretch you out since the last time you had Steve like this. He grunts softly, eyes squeezing shut as he slowly sheathes himself completely inside you.

“Oh,” you moan out, feeling him fill you out in the most delicious way. You force your eyes to stay open, wanting to watch the way Steve’s face contorts in pleasure as he stills his movements. He grazes his fingers up your sides as he lowers himself, his chest flush against yours while his lips find yours again. The kiss is languid, matching the stroke of him between your legs. It’s sensual which is typical from Steve but a stark contrast to the short foreplay. It takes your breath away, regardless. He pulls back an inch, panting against your lips as he rolls his hips deeper, running his hand down to hold onto your hip.

You try to spread your legs further, but the clothing around your ankles makes it difficult. Your hands scratch down his back and you arch your back, moving your hips to chase your high. Steve grunts out and then bites his bottom lip hard, moving his hips faster and more wildly than before. It’s exactly what you need as the pressure building inside you is pulled taut, you’re so close you can almost see it.

“Fuck me, Steve,” you whine out and he makes a pretty, needy sound that has you reeling. It was the type of sound that was the reason you’d always loved going down on Steve.

He rocks his hips into you harder and faster, pulling out little breathy moans from you as you cling onto his back.

“You like that?” he pants out, his hair bouncing with every thrust and you nod up at him, eyebrows furrowing as your orgasm looms closer and closer.

You press your palm against his cheek and he kisses you deeply, smoothing his hands up and down your sides as he moves against you. The kiss pushes you over the edge, a sharp cry flooding out of you as you climax around him, your walls fluttering around his dick and Steve starts making the familiar sounds, desperate and whiny little noises. He pulls out of you quickly, spilling his load over your stomach with a strangled groan. You hum happily, eyes dancing across his gorgeous face. He stuffs himself back in his pants and walks over to his hamper, grabbing a shirt and walking back over to wipe his mess from your navel. He pants as he does it and when he moves away again to dispose of the shirt, you pull your clothes back on.

“You want me to just drop you at home or back at school?” he asks, his eyes everyone but on you.

“Home is fine,” you say, trying to hide the way your heart is splitting yet again from Steve Harrington.

The car ride there is awkward and when you’re a block away, you notice Tommy and Billy’s cars parked on the street.

“Just drop me here,” you say softly and Steve pulls over. As you get out, he leans over and grabs your wrist. You kneel down and lean back in the car. He kisses you gently and then smiles awkwardly at you.

“I’ll see you later,” you say before shutting the door and slinging your backpack over your shoulder.

You walk up to the front door, noticing as Steve makes a u-turn and heads back in the direction of Loch Nora. Tears are threatening to break free but you will them back down, stepping inside the house and waving at Tommy, Billy and Carol as they’re lounged on the couch, watching music videos. You close yourself in the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror, smoothing your hair down and fixing your makeup. Once you feel you’ve calmed down enough, you make your way back out to the living room and very nicely ask Billy if you could bum a smoke.

“I’ll join ya,” he says, standing from the couch.

Tommy moves to follow but Carol grabs his wrist and pulls him back down, leaning close to whisper something and he looks like he’s about to protest until she starts kissing his neck. You make a face and lead Billy out the back door. You sit down on the plastic furniture and graciously accept the cigarette he hands over. Billy pulls out his zippo and lights it for you. Seeing him, unfortunately, eases the way your heart aches. Deep down, you know Billy would do the same thing Steve just did to you but you try not to focus on that. You feel ridiculous that you thought things might be different this time. It’s obvious that you’ve always been an easy lay to Steve and it hurts that you’re still that.

“How was the library?” he asks as he lights his own cigarette.

You shrug, “Really exciting at first, until it sucked.”

“So what’s his name?” Billy asks, smirking up at you as he exhales the thick smoke.

You blush, dropping your head before replying, “That obvious, is it?”

Billy lets out a big, belly laugh. It’s a nice sound, you want to make him laugh over and over.

“I can always tell when a woman’s had an orgasm,” he quips, sliding his tongue out almost obscenely along his lower lip. It’s insane how quickly he’s making you feel better, no matter how blunt he is.

“Yeah, well, his name isn’t important because the whole thing,” you gesture your hands in big circles, “wasn’t important to him.”

Billy inhales sharply, gritting his teeth, “Well… speaking from experience… ‘cause I am one so.. yeah, all guys want the same thing.”

You curl your lips down in a frown as you chew over his words, deciding you’re not much better than Steve because you went along with it for the same reasons. You wanted to fuck him and shit, you got that.

“Sometimes,” you giggle softly, bringing the cigarette up to your lips, “Girls are after the same thing.”

The blonde laughs again and you wanna breathe it in, wanna taste his laughs and his lips and his whole body. He’s different than Steve, physically rougher around the edges which makes him that much more interesting. Exotic maybe. His hair doesn’t look nearly as soft as Steve’s, not nearly as cared for. You’d seen the Farrah Fawcett spray in Steve’s bathroom and you can guarantee Billy doesn’t use the same thing.

“I’ve seen my fair share of that,” he agrees, “but I think a big difference is once guys have it once, they don’t want it again but girls do.”

“Or they want it again when it’s easy,” you point out, reaching over to snatch the beer from his hand and taking a big gulp from it.

“Beware of those assholes,” he says, raising his eyebrows and looking at you seriously.

You groan softly, “I was trying to stay away from him.”

“Who is it?” Billy asks, curiously. “I won’t tell.”

“But you so will,” you gush, bringing your hand to your face, “It’s premium gossip.”

“You think I’m that type?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow up.

You turn to him, “This is juicy. It’s be hard not to tell people.”

“What? Harrington?”

Willing your face to remain still, “No.”

Billy scoffs, “King Steve. No way. That is something.”

“It’s not Steve,” you seethe, though you know your face is giving it away.

He chuckles softly and grabs the beer back, “Your secret is safe with me but uh… you could do better.”

Billy gets up from the chair, tossing his cigarette before walking back inside.

#billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove angst #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy x steve x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove x f!reader #billy hargrove x hagan!reader #simmer down

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dukeofdelirium · 3 months ago

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In complete honesty, I kind of wish that Stranger Things would have just been two high quality seasons. They should have let El die in S1, and then focused on Mike, Will, and the origins of the Upside Down in S2. At this point, the story has been dragged on for so long, and, if S5 fails to recontextualize a lot of things from S3 and S4, there was a lot of unnecessary filler that just weighed the entire show down.

I agree with this pretty heavily. It’s obvious that they dragged storylines out and didn’t have everything completely plotted by how dysfunctional s3 and 4 are in comparison with s1 and 2. It almost feels like two completely different shows. When s3 first aired, I almost didn’t finish it because I hated it that much. S4 was pretty similar tbh… the NINA plotline and the Russian shit was so terrible that me and my sister debated skipping the scenes I’m not even kidding lol. Literally the only thing that kept us watching vol 2 was any crumb of Mike and Will scenes and then seeing what happened with Max. That was fr it. The second we finished vol 2 we immediately turned off the tv and then started shit talking it 😂 we were NOT impressed lol.

The Russian plot was dumb as fuck in s3, and it was even worse in s4. Literally the dumbest thing this show ever tried to pull and comes across as more unbelievable than inter-dimensional monsters lol. Idgaf about the Russian fuckery. It’s fucking stupid as hell and I can feel myself losing braincells in real time whenever I have to rewatch scenes of it. Idgaf about the NINA bullshit, when the hell are we gonna move on from this dumb lab/rainbow room/Papa nonsense and get to shit that really matters?

The whole Russian thing is actually what makes the Hawkins lab and stuff dumb lol bc it went from the American gov being the enemy to now suddenly it’s evil Russians like stfu get out of here with this nonsense I cantttttt

And don’t even get me started on the dumb relationship drama in s3. If I wanted to watch a show about middle schoolers making out I wouldn’t be looking for it in stranger things, that’s first of all. Second of all, none of this has any depth and the only reason it matters in any context is to develop Byler and their rain scene is one of the only memorable scenes of the season. Idgaf about hopper and Joyce acting like 12 year olds. Idgaf about Billy’s wack ass redemption. Idgaf that El raises her hand and screams for the billionth time or that she loses her powers cuz guess what… she gets them back. *pretends to be shocked*

Fr, s5 has to recontextualize multiple seasons or else this show will have been a huge disappointment. S4 was ok. But as I said, that’s all it was. Okay. Not great. Not even necessarily good. Just meh. The only good parts were the Hawkins group with Max (she was the best part of the season) and then Mike and Will’s scenes. That’s literally it lmao. The Russian plot? Dumb. El and the NINA shit? Dumb. Yawn, don’t care. Let me spend time with characters I care about please and thank you.

I long for the return of s2 quality….. when Mike realizes Will is compromised and that he’s the spy and Will sends all those soldiers to their gruesome deaths…. come on that was peak cinema. Bring it back. I miss it…. we were a country once

#if s3 doesn’t have haters I’m dead #bring back Will the wise idc it’s what we’ve yearned for for years #stranger things #anon #byler #Will Byers #el hopper

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sunsetkerr · 1 year ago

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HIGH TIDES | s.kerr

summary: a series of posts of sam being your biggest fan during the bells beach longboard comp.

pairing: surfer!reader x sam kerr

notes: surfer!reader I love youuuuu <3

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liked by chloecalmon, samanthakerr20 and 3,387 others yourinstagram hopped out of the water this week to come watch the matildas and my love play in the semis 💚💛 so very proud!!!!!!!

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samanthakerr20 not my best angle ↳ yourinstagram every angle is a good angle ↳ mackenziearnold I will literally throw up

user1 y/n's dad straight brick walling it is so funny to me ↳ yourinstagram he fr has no emotion

user2 sam and billy <3 ↳ user3 y/n's two children fr

user4 rare non-surf post from y/n?? ↳ yourinstagram it's all about the balance

alannablanchard such sweet pics!

user5 im coming to watch you at bells!! cant wait!

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liked by samanthakerr20, alannakennedy and 3,827 others yourinstagram I am so incredibly proud of all you have done 💚💛

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samanthakerr20 I love you

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liked by samanthakerr20, milliebright and 3,109 others yourinstagram prepping for bells, gonna make a surfer out of her

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samanthakerr20 not a chance ↳ yourinstagram you're a natural though ↳ samanthakerr20 no more saltwater in my lungs pls

user1 I would also date y/n if I saw her thighs, drooling

user2 sam's got her sausage roll ready to sit on the beach and watch y/n surf ↳ yourinstagram pretty much her role now that shes on break

alannakennedy those calfs!! ↳ yourinstagram where?!

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samkerrupdates sam's instagram stories from today, pictures of her girlfriend y/n who is prepping for the bells beach longboard competition! she placed 9th last year, hope she can get up this year- good luck y/n!

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liked by yourinstagram, matildas and 982,837 others samanthakerr20 bells tomorrow for this one. so proud to be able to support you like you do me, I am already so proud ❤️ shred babe

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yourinstagram im not crying

yourinstagram I love you so very much samantha

user1 SAM BEING SAPPY ON MAIN IS MY FAVOURITE THING

user2 I want y/n for myself I cannot lie

hayleyraso good luck tomorrow champion!!

user3 shes so pretty

maryfowlerrr my idol <3 ↳ yourinstagram I love you maz

matildas our biggest supporter in the stands! we will be cheering you on y/n 💚💛

milliebright go shred some waves (or something like that)!!!!! ↳ yourinstagram THANK YOU MILLIE <3 I'LL SHRED A BIG ONE JUST FOR YOU

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liked by samanthakerr20, caitlinfoord and 3,847 others yourinstagram my first ever win. I have so many words that i want to say, but am not quite sure how to. these heats at bells were some of my best sets and I am so proud to have won this competition. I have the best support network ever, so thanks to my sammy, my mumma and my sister for coming out to watch me. I am so grateful 🏆

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samanthakerr20 shes queen of the wa-a-a-aves ↳ samanthakerr20 so fkn proud of you 🏆🏆🏆 ↳ user1 as if sam is quoting barbie right now 😭

caitlinfoord you're a champion!! congrats y/n

user2 she used the board sam got her, im SOBBING

user3 I WENT AND WATCHED IT WAS SO SICK!! ↳ user4 did you see sam? ↳ user3 when y/n came out of the water, she waited for the scores cause she was the last one to surf. hers was higher than anyone else in the heat and sam, her mum and sister all ran over to her. sam put y/n up on her shoulders!!! it was so sweet ↳ user5 omg please send pics if you have them!! ↳ user3 sam literally screamed so loud it was so funny

samanthakerr20 still reeling over this, im so proud y/n ↳ yourinstagram I love you forever sammy

#social media au . * • .#sam kerr x reader #sam kerr one shot #sam kerr imagine #woso imagine #woso one shot #woso x reader

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admrlthundrbolt · 1 year ago

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You Spin Me Round (Billy x Chubby Reader x Stu)

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What happens when Billy and Stu realize that they've both had their eyes on Randy's sweet little twin?

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Hi guy, I'm back at it. I've wanted to write something for this murderous duo for a while now. Hope you enjoy the mischief.

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Randy had always made it clear that his twin sister was off limits. Claiming that she was to sweet and pure for anyone to be with. And while he wasn’t wrong, that didn't stop Billy and Stu from fantasizing about her. She was so innocent and happy. The first person to offer you help, no matter the situation.

When Stu started failing Spanish you jumped to help him, even though you had chose to take French. Billy's mother leaving was the hardest thing he had ever been through, but there you were. On his doorstep the same night it happened, bag full of ice cream and movies. You held him while he cried himself to sleep that night. When he woke up the next morning, you were splayed across his chest. Your soft body wrapped up in his, he could have died happy in that moment.

Your gentle consideration was always there for them. That was what brought them to their current revelation.

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Stu paced in the front den of his house. “I can’t believe that bitch would pull something like this.” Flopping onto the couch, he threw his head back and screamed.

Facing his friend, Billy frowned. Picking up the pillow between them, he shoved it into the other boy's face. “Could you stop that. It doesn't matter anyways, you said you didn't even like her.”

Yanking the pillow away, he glared at Billy. “That's not the point. I mean why would Casey leave me for that meathead Steve?“ He was about to go into another rant, until a knock came from the front door. He sent him a questioning look, then got up to see who it was.

Running a hand through his hair Billy let out a heavy sigh. When Stu didn’t return, he leaned over the back of the couch. Only to scramble out of his seat and to the door.

There you were, a sweet smile gracing your face. He tried not to get angry at the sight of Stu hugging you. He could feel the familiar ball of jealousy forming in his chest. As you pulled apart he noticed you were holding a large cloth bag. Looking away from his friend, you finally saw him.

With a small jump, your eyes went wide, then you lightly smack Stu's arm. “Why didn't you tell me Billy was here. I just about left my skin.” Even with your chiding words your words never took on a harsh tone. Your smile returned as you gave him a hug too.

“Sorry kitten, when you show up I forget about anything else.” Stu said, as he casually leaned against the now closed door.

Your round cheeks flushed at his flirting, though this wasn’t a new habit. But it was one that Billy had a growing animosity towards. How the other boy could nonchalantly hang off of you or throw compliments your way. It rubbed him the wrong way.

Grabbing the bag from your hands, he opened it. Where he saw a similar care package to the one you brought over to his house, ice cream and movies. It didn’t surprise him. Of course you’d come to Stu's aid after a break up. Could he expect anything different from an angel? “This your go to?”

With a shrug, you took the bag back, and headed to the kitchen. “I can’t think of anyone's mood that wouldn't be improved by ice cream and movies. Although pizza is always a good back up.“ You struggled to reach the bowls, what with them being on the top shelf. Just as your thoughts cursed Stu's tall lineage, you felt warmth on your back.

Stu was pressed against you, not yet wanting to admit how perfectly your plush body fit his own. The feeling of your backside huddled to his front was heaven. He would savor this moment for a bit longer, if he didn't feel he burn from Billy's glare. “Let me get that for you shorty.”

Turning around you looked up at him. You had known he was tall,but from this distance. It made you realize how much of a difference there was between the two of you. “Well we can't all have giant dna, now can we.”

Billy once again watched the casual display of affection. Deciding that it might be time to have a private discussion with Stu.

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“It seems like we share a common interest.” He thought it would be a simple way to start the conversation. But things were rarely easy to explain to Stu.

“No duh, we did kill Sidney's mom.“

The thought to punch his friend was a hard one to resist. “Not that. I meant (Y/N). We obviously both share feelings for her.”

A confused look swept across Stu's face. “Really, I didn’t think she'd be your type.”

“I thought the same thing about you, but it seems we were both wrong. So we need to decide were to go from here.“

He sunk lower into the couch as he pepared his answer. It was in this moment, among many others, that he was thankful his parents were rarely home. “What if we shared her.”

Billy was surprised at how much the idea was reasonable in his mind. He had thought this may end with him betraying Stu and stealing you away. With this option though, he could get you and keep his accomplice under thumb. This could work, under a few conditions.

So they spent the rest of the night discussing a way to continue killing. While also keeping the object of their desires safe.

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“Why do you need to go to this party so badly. People are dying.” You knew your twin was obsessed with Sydney, but risking his life wasn't worth it.

He looked over at you with an annoyed squint. “It’s not just any party, it's a Stu party. You should know better than anyone what that means, unsupervised fun. I don’t understand why you wouldn't go.”

Rolling your eyes at his ignorance, even after all the horror movies. “They already suspect that a student is to blame. Why go to a house filled with potential murderers.”

Your logic was sound, but nothing was going to stop Randy from being there. If Sidney happened to show up, well that was a plus. First though, he had to reassure you that he would be fine. He didn't want to endure the wrath of your silent treatment again. “Listen, it’s at Stu's. We’ve been friends with him forever, I trust him. Could you ever picture that goofball having a mean bone in his body?”

You thought it over and he was right. You really couldn't imagine that Stu, let alone anyone in your friend group, would ever pull anything like this. You held your hands up in surrender. “Ok, I give. But you better check in with me.” You poked a finger into his chest. “Or I will come over there and drag you home. No matter who might see.“

Nodding, he remembered how easy it was to forget how fierce you could be.

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You knew you should have never let Randy go to that party. Your mind was buzzing with all the horrible possibilities, as you sped over to Stu's house. Though the only recurring hope was that all your friends were ok. If someone would just picked up the stupid phone!

Skidding in frontbof the house, you barely missed the mailbox. Only taking the time to throw it into park, you rushed towards the house. Before you could put your hand on the knob, the door was yanked open. There stood Billy, supporting a hunched over Stu, both of them smeared with blood.

“Thank God your here. Sid's dad is going insane. We’ve got to get out of here.” Billy all but roared. He quickly shut the door before you could glance in. If you saw the carnage inside, it would be much more difficult to keep you in their side.

You shook your head. “I can’t leave without Randy.”

His hand gripped your arm harshly. “We’re it (Y/N), everyone else is dead.” He shifted his hold on Stu and thought for a swift way out. While he thought everyone, but Sidney's dad was dead, he couldn't be a hundred percent. Stu groaned and gripped his stab wound. “If we don’t hurry Stu is next.”

Your eyes widened, noticing how hurt your friend was. “Ok, the car is only in park.”

You all raced for the vehicle. You went to grab the drivers handle, only for Billy to call out for you. “I need you with him in the back. You’re the only one with first aid training.”

You want to remind him it was only from a summer job at the local public pool. But desperate times called for desperate measures. With his help you slid into the backseat with Stu. Applying even pressure on his wound, you could feel frustrated tears building in your eyes. How could you be so stupid! People you loved were dead and one of your only remaing friend could very well be dying in your arms.

As you blamed yourself for everything that was happening, Billy was celebrating. You were finally their’s. Stu was optional at this point, if he made it to a hospital, then they would get him help. No what really mattered was that Woodsboro was in the rearview mirror. Nothing could stop them now.

#scream #chubby reader #billy loomis #stu macher #billy x chubby reader x stu #randy meeks #sidney prescott #maureen prescott #neil prescott #murder #obsession #manipulation #pining #tw cursing #mature

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beezonia · 11 months ago

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So I’ve been watching power rangers again and wanted to share a few of my headcannons!

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Reds definitely tend to stick together or relatively close to each other

It’s their thing (Wes kinda takes in some of the younger reds)

Pinks have a gc to chat shit and you can bet kim takes the younger pinks under her wings, kat is a mother hen for sure

Pinks are definitely more emotional along with blues even if they take a more logical approach to things

But literally younger rangers will just rant to the older rangers if they need too

Their going through a hell of a lot for teenagers

Yellow’s gc blowing up when the Taylor Earhardt tells them she’s getting hitched

Leaving the yellows to ask around the whole grid to figure out who she’s getting married too

Specifically Alyssa she’s going mad trying to find out who (best friend privileges were used)

No one knows because whoever it is has kept it really tight

So it ends up in a huge wild goose chase whenever a ranger announces their engagement

Speaking of wedding’s some of the rangers will appear randomly to join in the festivities

Some rangers have got very drunk and tried to dj or cause some sort of chaos (wes and jens wedding)

Like Tommy appears often, specially at baby showers when that happens to bless the babies along with some of the others

Blues sometimes have like a club for just nerding out or showing of their cool stuff

Reds have arm wrestling tournaments

Just rangers end up always meeting each other for birthdays or anniversary’s

Sometimes if one ranger knows a lot of rangers it can turn into huge family reunion esque parties going on

That happened for Christmas once, it was chaos really

Just rangers always stick together, their like a huge extended family

I feel like ranger teams specifically would live close or with each other

Like kat and tommy live together

I like to think trini, zack and billy live together as like a trio thing which would be cool

Trini would dote on them like an older sister for sure

Some of the younger rangers come to the older ones for love advice

The younger teaching the elder ones slang and cool stuff they learn

So the dino based rangers definitely bond over their zords

Ninja rangers compare skills all the time

Rangers just always sticking together fr

#power rangers #power rangers headcanon #tommy oliver #kimberly hart #alyssa enrilé #taylor earhardt #kat hillard #trini kwan #billy cranston #zack taylor #sorry if I tagged this wrong

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maeleelee · 4 months ago

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Group

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Des: engaged to Sam, mother to all the pack members basically. She cooks for the boys and makes sure they behave when needed. Billy is her dad and Jacob and Wooyoung are her siblings. When Sam first phased, she was a little too close, causing him to claw her. They don’t talk about the scars too much, but she also reminds Sam she loves him.

Mae: sister to Bella. Lives in Forks but best friends with Paul so she’s in la push a lot. Being best friends with Paul though means she sees his brother and his best friends often. Cliff diving is her favorite thing to do.

Kayla: she was in love with Seonghwa but wouldn’t tell anyone about it because she didn’t think he liked her back. She’s best friends with Cassi. They have a soulmate bond and no one questions it. It’s way too cute fr. She lives close to Mae and Bella and loves to go cliff diving with her when she goes.

Cassi: best friend with Kayla and Des. She likes the pretty boy that hangs out with Seonghwa. She just wasn’t sure how to say it and introduced herself to him. However, everyone loves her soulmate bond she has with Kayla.

Caden: he went to college over seas and now he’s back home, moving in with Mae and Bella. He told them he could find somewhere else but they both refused. He starts hanging out with Mae and all her goofs she calls friends. Slowly starting to like one himself.

Ani: being the little sister of Sam had its perks. Like seeing his fiancée all the time and the boys going in and out. One always catching her eyes but she wouldn’t say anything. She knew about the imprint stuff, so she was hoping maybe, when she phases, he’d be her imprint. Best friends with Jess.

Jess: loved being around the pack. There was always chaos and she loved watching it so much. She also liked cliff diving as well, so she’d go whenever she could. Ani is her best friend, so when she starts hanging out with the boy Ani likes, she finds herself falling for the boys best friend.

Bella: lived with her mom for a long time but wanted to come see her half sister and dad and stepmom. She had missed them. She had gotten into the college in town and would be starting a few days after getting home. When she meets a friend in one of her classes, she ends up at the Cullens house to do a project together, catching the eye of the youngest boy there.

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Recollections - A Come Back To Me Story

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Request: I was thinking very generally and vaguely about either Billy and Ida or Bess and Tom, something about how the romance started? As in... How the soft feelings and affection built up during their teenage years, the pining, the mutual comfort from one another, just spending time together every day being friendly? Just... I want the sweet teenage romance fluff ya know? The deep friendship, the love that they have for one another when we meet them and how it started. @annoying-leftist-donkey

Billy Washington x Ida Súilleabháin (OFC)

Warnings: Language, underage drinking (very little), minor spoilers for Trigger Point and Come Back To Me

Word Count: 3.6K

Spring 2005

“Billy, love?”

In the flowerbed, a stag beetle made its slow way across the soil beneath the petunias. Billy watched it, bent over, hands on his scabbed and scrawny knees.

“Billy?”

The little boy stroked the iridescent blue of its back. Slowly, it raised its nobbled front legs and waved them in his direction. Billy smiled.

“Billy! Get your head out the flowers! Gwen’s calling you!” Val hurried beyond the front gate to next door’s driveway. A white van was parked across the entrance, and Billy watched as his mother picked up a cardboard box and hurried after into the house. He stood up, rubbed his mane of sandy hair and shuffled to the fence that separated his home from the old lady’s next door. Gwen, the old lady in question, was showing the white van men where to offload the boxes when she spotted Billy with his elbows on the fence.

“Alright Billy, love?”

“There was a beetle in the flowers.” His head lolled onto one arm. One of the white van men lifted a single mattress onto his shoulder and walked towards the door. The bulk of his tattooed arm flexed and, from the corner of his eye, Billy saw his older sister Lana grin. Eurgh.

“Well, my love, I’m sure it’ll be there in a little while. He’ll be happy in the shade.” Gwen dabbed at her forehead with a tissue and clapped her hands. “Now then. Could you pop this little box upstairs for me, Billy? In the old spare room?” Billy nodded and made his way around the fence. Gwen smiled down at him as his skinny arms wrapped around the cardboard.

“Is it books?” he grunted, lifted the box to rest on his chest. Gwen laughed.

“They are, yes.” She guided him into the dim hallway of the house. “You know my granddaughter has come to live with me? Well,” She continued when Billy nodded. “She’s been through ever such a tough time. Why don’t you say hello?” Billy stared at her a while, mouth slightly open as he pondered her request. What did you say to girls? He wasn’t sure he’d ever talked to the girls at school, not past “hello,” and “pass the football”. Again, he nodded slowly and ambled into the house. The man with the tattoos ruffled his hair as he squeezed past Billy on the staircase. He didn’t need directing; Billy always stayed in Gwen’s spare room when his parents went out and Lana was too stubborn to babysit.

The door was propped open by a suitcase. A raft of sunlight illuminated the floral curtains and the yellow paint of the walls shone marigold. When he’d first stayed here, Billy turned his nose up at the décor, but soon found comfort in Gwen’s plump bedding and lavender air freshener. He knocked the door with his trainer and entered. A little girl sat on the bed, hair fuzzy like an electrocuted cottonbud, her face solemn amongst the vibrancy of the room.

“Books.” Billy said matter-of-factly, pushing out his chest to indicate the box he held. The little girl pointed to the small bookshelf at the end of her bed. He left the box there and looked at the little girl. Her legs dangled over the side of the bed, swinging sadly. A few toys were scattered here and there; a stuffed bear, a doll with long legs and a loose tennis ball, yet it still didn’t look like a little girl’s room.

“Do you want me to help?”

The little girl looked up at him. Her eyes were puffy and Billy froze. Lana cried all the time. She screamed at mum and dad then cried in her room. Billy often took to standing by the doorway, watching her, just so she wasn’t alone. He didn’t know what else to do.

The girl shook her head. “That’s ok,” her voice was small. Billy swung his arms at his side then made for the door. “What’s your name?” she said suddenly.

“Billy. Live next door.”

“Like Billy Bunter.”

“Who?” He watched as she hopped from the bed and rounded past him to open the box of books. She rooted around before pulling out a worn hardback. She handed it to Billy. He cringed a little at the feel of its dusty cover. Old things made him feel funny. He looked at the title. Billy Bunter of Greyfriars School.

“It was my dad’s.”

“Right,”

“Have it if you want,”

“I only read comics,”

“Well, I don’t want it anymore.”

“Oh, erm, ok.” He dashed out of the door. Halfway down the stairs, he turned and made his way back to the old spare room. “What’s your name?”

The little girl was on her knees, placing the books on the shelf.

“Ida.”

Autumn 2013

Ida didn’t want to sit on the wet swings. She’d forced Billy to take off his red cape, and was arranging it on the seat to protect her bottom. The boy in question was already swinging on the seat next to her, scuppering his shoes as they scraped along the ground.

“Why can’t you use your cape?”

“Because mine is satin, and yours is an old curtain.” Ida sat down and kicked off the ground, giggling a little at the way her cape flutter around her. “Do I look like a real superhero?”

Billy scoffed. “Don’t remember Loki giggling on the kid’s swings.”

“And I don’t remember Thor having matchsticks arms.”

“Fuck off,” Billy flicked his long fringe from his face and smiled. As his feet swept the ground, Ida swung higher and higher. Each time she flew past him, she stuck her head backwards so that she was completely straight, looking at him upside down. She’d made their costumes herself. Billy’s armour was made from cut up bin lids spray painted silver. Ida’s was a six quid leather jumpsuit from Primark. He’d met her at the door of Gwen’s with a litre bottle of cider hidden behind his back, and when she’d opened the door, a wave of cold fear washed over him. She looked…different.

“You’ll freeze in that bloody outfit,” Gwen was hurrying Ida from the house. “Back by midnight please.” Ida rolled her eyes as she walked to Billy. They knocked on a few houses, accepting sweets from those who remembered it was Halloween, then meandered towards Cranstead Fields’ play park at the back of the houses. The bottle was half drunk, the hum of the alcohol staving off the cold. A group of boys skirted the park, each dressed in a cotton skeleton onesie. One lifted his mask and shouted at Billy.

“Shown her your hammer yet?” The others guffawed.

Billy lobbed a boiled sweet from his trick or treat bag at him. “Fuck off!”

“Billy!” Ida stopped her swinging and bumped into Billy. He shot her a dirty look as the boys ran away, their taunting cackles echoing in the damp night. Neither spoke for a while. Moths skittered under the lampposts. Orange light dappled in the rain-soaked ground and the first of the season’s fireworks dotted the skyline over the bustling city. A fox called. “Did something happen, Bills?”

He knew what she was getting at. Things hadn’t been good at home for a while. Lana was overseas, and Val and Jeff were worried. Billy made his mum a cup of tea each day before he went to school. She was sleeping in a little later these days, despondent and distant. Jeff was the opposite, falling asleep in front of Match of the Day, clutching a beer and the picture of them all at Lana’s trooping out. Things went from manageable to volatile when Billy’s GCSE results came through. In truth, he was proud of himself. He’d scraped the grades he needed to do his A levels; physical education, English, design tech. He’d had extra tuition for maths and Ida made books so exciting that he’d surprised everyone with his B in English. But everything else was…average. Less than.

What have you been doing all year?

With everything going on already Billy! Really?

Your mum’s nerves are already shattered without having to worry about you!

For God’s sake Billy, grow up.

Your sister’s off getting shot at and you can’t even pass a few exams?

“Dad. Had a few too many. ‘S’all.”

Ida nodded sadly. He wasn’t looking at her, but at the moths in the lamplight. “Do you want to stay at ours tonight? You know Gran won’t mind,”

Billy flicked his fringe away and sniffed. “Yeah. Yeah, go on.” He grabbed the chain of Ida’s swing and pulled her towards him. “You’re all I’ve got left now,”

“Don’t be dramatic-”

“It’s true,” he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and passed her the cider. “You and Lana are the only ones that get me. And Lana hasn’t been the same since training. All righteous and-” He waved his hand in the air, as if grasping for a word.

“Stuck up?” Ida offered. Billy clicked his fingers.

“Stuck up.”

The clack of heels along the park path made them both look up. Immediately, Billy let go of the chain holding Ida next to him, and she swung sadly back into place. Three girls, Ida suspected from the university, were tottering through the park dressed as nurses. Nurses in fishnets with skirts round their arses.

“I mean, what the fuck is that meant to be?” Ida muttered. “Zombie nurses?” Billy didn’t reply. Ida looked at him. He was sat upright, shoulders back, ruffling his hair to give it a devil-may-care look he could never achieve.

“They wouldn’t look at you twice,”

“Doesn’t stop me looking at them.”

Spring 2017

She hadn’t been clubbing since first year. A round of vodka and cokes cost the same as a week’s rent in London, and the clubs on the outskirts of the city picked up the dregs. The dealers offering heroine instead of cocaine. Students from the city, not the international students funded by their parents. Disenfranchised locals. Ida and some other girls from her English Literature course found an old bar that some of the post-grads frequented, styled like on old speakeasy with dim lighting for dancing. It was the place that academics went to get pissed and shag, in the guise of research meetings and networking. But, for tonight, for Billy, she made an exception.

The Warehouse. The place for sticky floors and red strobe lights. Asking the guys behind the bar for “whatever’s cheapest”. For slagging off the world and screaming into the void. Something Just Like This was pounding over the speakers, and Billy’s head was lolling onto his chest as he danced, sweat dripping from the tendrils of his hair. His eyes were half-lidded, lost in the music or the alcohol or the day, but it was time to get him home. Ida tugged at his arm. She tugged at his arm again. Billy looked at her as though awakening from sleep. As though he had forgotten she was there.

“Can we go now?” Ida shouted over the music. Someone bumped into her back and sugary liquid splattered down her arm.

“What?” he shouted in her ear? He smelt of fresh sweat and Lynx.

“Can we go home now?” Billy didn’t reply for a moment and kept dancing to the music as he looked at her. Ida tugged his arm and stomped her foot.

“Alright,” he smiled a little, grabbed her hand and pushed through the crowd. The cold spring air outside The Warehouse hit Billy like a punch to the gut and he doubled over with a grunt.

“You gonna be sick?” Ida was tying up her hair and rubbing sweat from the back of her neck.

“Nah,” Billy stood upright, regaining his balance as he burped. Ida made a face. “I told you I wouldn’t drink much.”

I’m not looking after you tonight if you go drinking like a twat

When Ida raised her eyebrows, Billy alternated putting his finger on his nose while walking toward her. He only stumbled a little.

“Alright,” Ida wrapped one arm around Billy’s neck and together they began the walk home. “You’ve proved your point.”

The night was quiet, as were they. In the twelve years since Ida moved next door, she’d developed a language with Billy that didn’t always need a voice, just the warmth of someone being there when others weren’t. There were alone, together. Ida was mulling over this melancholy comfort when she realised Billy wasn’t next to her. Panic flared in her vodka-fogged brain, but when she turned around, it dissolved into sadness. A few metres away, sat on the pavement’s edge, Billy had his head in his hands. He was shaking.

The stone was cold when she sat down and put her arm around Billy. At once he fell sideways, curling into her lap. A car sped past, tyres hissing on the wet road. He didn’t even flinch.

“Three times,” he whispered.

“I know,”

“Three times. I don’t get what’s wrong with me.”

Ida stroked his hair. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

“I mean,” he sat up, his voice bolder. “You’ve seen some of the guys that Lana was in Afghanistan with! John’s a tough guy but he hasn’t got more than two braincells. How the fuck can he diffuse bombs?”

“Maybe that’s why he diffuses bombs-”

“What is so wrong with me that I can’t even get into the fucking army? Passed the physical every time and I’m not mental. I don’t fucking fit in anywhere. Not the army, not at home-” Ida let him rant. There was no use in arguing with him. Billy was so mardy these days. Everything made him angry. He’d probably snap at her if she flashed her tits at him. Ida blushed. Where the fuck did that thought come from? She reached around her neck and unclasped the necklace there. She draped it over Billy’s head.

“What you doing?”

“Giving you a present,”

Billy looked down at the pendant dangling at the end of the chain. Very faintly he could make out a woman draped in robes. “Who is it?”

“Saint Dymphna. Gran gave it to me after mum and dad-you know-” Ida trailed off. “Anyway, I want you to have it now.”

“Cheers,” he was still looking at it as he rubbed his nose and brushed the tear tracks on his cheeks.

“She looks after people when they’re sad. I’m glad you’re not going, Billy.” Ida’s heart leapt into her throat when he looked at her, a mixture of anger and curiosity swimming in his teary eyes. “It means you’re not leaving me behind.”

Billy’s mouth twitched in a sad smile. Then it broadened mischievously. He leant backwards, arms reaching for something on the pavement. “I’m not sad.” Then he whacked her with a traffic cone.

“What the hell, Billy!?” Ida shrieked as he stood up and ran into the empty road. She grabbed the other and charged at him, its pointy end jabbing him in the ribs.

“Ow!” he said through laughter. “Tell you what, they should sign you up.” Whatever irascible flights of fancy took over Billy, mood swings or traffic cone-induced silliness, Ida was glad at least to see him smiling. Billy put the cone on his head and ran at her, bent over like a fluorescent rhinoceros and their laughter bounced off the sleeping houses. Somewhere along the walk, they found an abandoned shopping trolley and Billy pushed Ida in it the rest of the way home. He tipped her out unceremoniously outside her house and left it on the pavement. Over the fences of their two houses, they waved goodnight.

“It’ll be better in the morning, Billy, promise.” She stuck her little finger over the fence. He lopped it with his in non-committal.

“Yeah,” he said quietly, unlocked the door, and disappeared inside.

Winter 2018

“It’s very romantic, isn’t it?” Val was refolding clothes as Billy put them in his suitcase.

“Mum, please.” He snatched a jumper from her hands and put it back atop his pile of clothes. “You know she’s wanted to go for ages. It’s her twenty first, the tickets were cheap and it means I can get a rest from you lot.”

“Don’t think you’ll be getting much rest, Bills.” Lana winked over her cup of tea.

“Fuck off,” Billy launched a balled-up pair of socks at her. Some of her tea spilled onto the carpet and Val tutted. Lana was already laughing her way down the hallway.

It wasn’t the first time the conversation had replayed in his mind over the last few days. Billy saved up to buy a bottle of champagne on the Eurostar. The steward poured their drinks and smiled sweetly at Ida.

“He’s a keeper.”

Billy coughed and his neck went bright red. Ida spluttered, “It’s my twenty-first-” The steward, not seeming to have heard, finished pouring the champagne and left the carriage.

Once they had checked into the small Montmartre hotel, they’d walked across the city in search of food. Or rather, drink. Winter in Paris was achingly cold, especially at night, and the pair of them were wrapped up to there ears in woollens. Ida was insistent that they sit outside, “like in the films”. She sank a bottle of red all to herself and Billy had a cold glass of beer. He watched as she chatted excitedly about her plans for the trip, the museums and bookshops she longed to see. Her cheeks had turned the same colour as her red scarf, the warm glow of the wine and the candle on the table painting her the exact colour of comfort. Billy forgot he was cold. They walked along the Seine after, Ida leaning on him as her tipsy feet wobbled on the cobbles. They passed numerous couples, old and young, French and foreign. The black water of the Seine began to glitter with light. The Eiffel Tower sparkled across the water and a distant clapping carried towards them. A man was on one knee below the tower, another man jumping up and down with excitement.

“Lovely!” Ida was such a sweet drunk. “Cliché, but lovely.”

The last time Billy remembered the conversation with his sister and mother happened at the Musée d’Orsay, and if the universe was trying to hint at something, it wasn’t being subtle. He’d lost her. She’d wandered off in a world of her own, reading every label and taking in every painting. When he found her, he simultaneously felt like his dick was going to burst through his trousers and shrivel up inside his body. With her back to him, Ida was looking at a painting of a woman’s fanny, full in the face. He grabbed her shoulder.

“It’s amazing isn’t it? L’Origine du Monde-”

“I’ve been looking for you,” Billy pulled her away, glancing over his shoulder for one last look at the painting. A security guard caught his eye and winked. Billy’s head snapped forward so quickly he heard it crack.

Summer 2022

There was no shade. Heat was radiating off the pavement, and Ida could feel the hot stone through the soles of her shoes. She looked at her phone.

On my way x

He’d sent it forty minutes ago. “Come the fuck on, Billy.” Her bag was full to bursting and the books that didn’t fit were cradled in her arms. A few of the undergraduate students passed by, waving goodbye as they hopped onto the university bus. Her PhD teaching still had a long way to go, but at least the students liked to learn. The bus departed the stop and as she watched it go, the barking honk of a car horn almost made her drop her books.

Without her noticing, Billy had pulled up in his battered old Vauxhall. He was laughing at her through the dusty window, his lopsided smile full of mirth. He leant over and opened the door for her.

“Sorry I’m late,” he swatted some rubbish off the passenger seat as Ida slumped into it, kicking aside an empty crisp packet to make way for her bag.

“Mean machine’s seen better days,”

Notes: Billy and Ida, my sweet summer children. If you’ve read Come Back To Me, you know that this story ends where that begins.

I like to think that 16 year old Billy would have gone through the emo curtain hair phase of 2010-2014, hence the Thor look. LOL. You know I like my research! Halloween of 2013 was a week before Thor 2 hit cinemas, and Something Just Like This was UK’s number one dance song in 2017.

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