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glassofapplejuicee · 4 days ago

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Cuter With Something in Your Mouth

another day another bingo fill, hip hip hooray! this is my third fill and, if we are counting diagonals, first bingo for @harringrovewinterbingo!! it is for my free space on B2 and here is the AO3 link if you'd prefer :) ty and enjoy

P.S. i have two more fic's that have been written and just need a bit more editing before i'm happy with them, so stay tuned for that! anyways, ty to my #1 Beta Reader: @daisies-and-domming, XOXO

Summary: Fall semester is finally over; Steve's last final has been taken and he's so ready for winter break. Upon returning home he finds Billy has an early Christmas gift for him, one that he's SURE Steve will love...

✪Rating: Explicit ✪ Word Count: 3828 ✪ Tags: Hawkins (Stranger Things), College, Post-Canon, Living Together, Established Relationship, Established Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Blow Jobs, Dom/sub Undertones, and i do mean UNDERTONES, Cock Slut, Pet Names, Aftercare

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The walk home from class was accompanied by a bitter wind that whipped around Steve’s frame as he trudged home. Because of course they couldn’t have just gone to school in California; like Billy wanted. No , they just had to go to school in goddamn Indiana, Steve thought to himself as he tugged his coat tighter against himself.

At least their apartment was close enough to campus that they could walk to and from; guess it saved money on gas he supposed. Not that it would matter, they were on some sweet government scholarships. A sort of ‘thank you and all your friends for saving us from the Upside Down! We know you are all traumatized beyond belief, but we will just pay your way at these select universities so you don’t spill the beans on this whole operation! Ok thank you buh bye!’Steve didn’t really have any plans to go to college or anything like that, but a government funded full ride? Like hell he was gonna pass that up. So, here they were now, three years later in their own apartment ( also fully funded by the U.S. Government).

The door to their complex opened with a squeal and Steve’s eyes squinted as they adjusted from the outside darkness to the blinding white of the complex entryway. He jogged up the stairs, fumbling with his keys on his way up.

The rush of warm air was a welcome sensation as he entered the room. The lights had been turned low, the glow of the Christmas tree and a small lamp being the only things that lit up the space.

“Hey, how’d your final go?” Billy called from behind their bedroom door.

“Who knows! Just glad that shits over!” Steve yelled back.

He slipped out of his snow soaked boots and left them out on the rug, working off his scarf and coat next. For now, he allowed himself to toss them carelessly onto the counter, making a mental note to hang them properly later.

“Sorry I’m so late, his exams are basically impossible ,” Steve half muttered as he made his way over to the couch.

He flopped down immediately, a satisfied sigh coming from him as he sank into the cushions. His eyes flickered to the discarded flashcards and textbooks on the coffee table, intermingled with stained mugs, a dented Zippo lighter, crumpled paper, and a stray condom wrapper.

He breathed a laugh at the assortment of items, making a second mental note to tidy this up later as well. Now that the semester was officially over, he really needed to get started on picking up their apartment. Neither he nor Billy were ever very good at keeping their space clean, per say, but the walls weren’t falling down around them and the only mold in the fridge was from one of Dustin’s experiments gone wrong. And that was good enough for them.

“Well, I have a surprise for you that I think will turn that frown upside down.” Billy sang, still hidden from view.

Steve’s eyes glanced to their bedroom, the door was shut but he could see the glow of light that escaped from around the frame. There was a faint rustling noise followed by a bout of laughter. He rolled his eyes, did he even want to know?

“Ok ok, Stevie, close your eyes.”

“They’re closed.”

“I swear to God if you come out here with something alive , you're sleeping on the couch!” Steve quickly warned.

“Well, I guess it’s technically alive, but uh, not in the way you’re picturing.”

Steve kept his eyes shut, hearing Billy’s footsteps pad closer to him. The old floor beneath him creaked with a low moan. Steve smiled recognizing exactly which floorboard that was, meaning that Billy was directly left of the coffee table.

“Alright, open ‘em up.”

Steve took a breath and hesitantly opened his eyes, which instantly grew to the size of saucers at the scene in front of him.

There Billy stood, shirtless, his hair pulled up into a ponytail of sorts; sporting a bright pink scrunchie that he no doubt stole from Max. Steve’s eyes traveled downwards, finding he had no pants on either. The only thing keeping him decent was a sparkly gift box.

It had shining green wrapping paper with a rather large, silver bow tied neatly on top. Steve looked on in shock as Billy removed his hands from the gift box, only to see that it somehow held up on its own. Billy planted his hands pointedly on his hips, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“I know it’s a little early- but, uh, ya wanna open up your gift?”

Billy swung his hips, showing off how the gift box stayed put despite having no hands on it. Steve smirked and held back a laugh, already feeling the pang of arousal in his stomach.

Silently, Steve stood and stepped over to Billy, the floorboard whined again but this time he hardly noticed it. He found Billy’s eyes and without breaking contact, he slowly reached for the decorative green box and pulled it gently from Billy and tossed it aside. Steve’s eyes trailed down Billy’s body, catching on his already hard cock, that moment prior had been holding the gift box in place.

“How’d you know I always wanted one of these?” Steve mocked, his voice low and dripping with faux innocence.

Before Billy could reply with a smartass comment, Steve had already started walking away. Without turning around he held a hand up and motioned for Billy to follow, clicking his tongue for good measure. Billy was quick to follow, watching Steve tug his shirt off as he walked and letting it fall behind him in a heap near the door. Without looking he flicked off the overhead light, the room quickly dissolved into darkness, only the faint glow from the window illuminating the space.

Steve was on him in a second, his hands grabbing Billy’s and pushing him until his back hit the wall. He smirked, leaning in to stick his tongue straight into Billy’s mouth. Billy’s arms came up to grab at the hair at the nape of his neck and cup his face.

Steve dropped his arms to hastily undo his jeans, attempting not to break their kiss as he shimmied out and kicked them aside. His hands were quick to return to their rightful place around Billy’s waist.

Panting breaths filled the quiet room, their tongues swirling and sliding in a paradoxically soft but haphazard way. It was barely even a kiss at that point, just nudges of lips and saliva trading mouths. Billy’s hands nearly shook as they reached up and gripped hard onto Steve’s waist, watching as Steve ground against him senselessly, the outline of his cock through his underwear saddling up to Billy’s hip. It was desperate, bordering on juvenile behavior, hot wet touching and hot wet breath. The limbs that weren’t busy thrusting were shaking and nervous.

Billy exhaled with a laugh, feeling a moist spot smear along on his hip. He broke, pushing Steve back and looking down, sure enough a pitiful mark of precum leaking through Steve’s briefs was now brushing against him as Steve’s hips thrust against him. He didn’t return to the kiss, rather he let himself tower over Billy, puffing hot air and whining.

“Stevie-”

Steve growled, gripping more of the flesh around Billy’s hip bones into his hand. It left blushy red marks in its wake.

“Stevie -” Billy started again, this time bringing his hands up to Steve’s chest and hauling him back.

Steve’s legs hit the back of the bed, he watched Billy, mouth hung open and eyes half lidded. There was a shine of spit still on his chin, and his lips slightly puffy, a deep shade of cherry.

“This is supposed to be a gift. Wouldn’t be very nice of me to let you hump into my leg like some fuckin’ dog , hm?”

Steve didn’t even shoot back a quip before Billy had dropped to his knees, grabbing Steve’s briefs and pulling slowly. His eyes lit up brighter as he went further down, watching his happy trail turn into a dark, unkempt patch of hair, the base of his cock revealing itself. Billy pulled further, the elastic band a teasing touch as it traveled down his length, catching at the tip. With a devilish smirk, he yanked Steve’s briefs the rest of the way, letting them fall into a heap at his ankles.

Steve hummed as his cock sprang free and bounced back up, slapping low on his abdomen. Billy hummed, eyes practically glazed over as they followed, watching Steve purposefully twitch, coaxing Billy to him. Billy stuck his tongue out as far as it could go, looking up at Steve through his unfairly thick eyelashes. He inched closer to Steve’s cock, the head a blushy red shade and a pearl of precum threatening to drip down. His tongue just close enough to lightly brush against the underside.

There was a huff of annoyance as hands raised to grip the back of his head roughly. Steve’s fingers wove into his curls and pulled, jerking Billy’s head just enough to put him in his place.

“Don’t be a fucking tease.” He ordered through gritted teeth.

“No promises…”

Steve, satisfied enough with that answer, loosened his grip and allowed Billy to move his head to take the tip of his cock into his mouth. Steve watched, smug, as Billy held him in his mouth, his tongue quickly flicking back and forth along the rim. Above him Steve hummed, carding his fingers into the loose ponytail and tugging gently, a wordless plea to take him deeper.

Billy pulled off, smirking. He spat into his hand, then slid it up and down Steve’s cock a few times. Without a word of warning, he ripped his hand off and parted his lips, taking Steve as far as he could. He gagged pretty quickly, eyelids fluttering and prinking with tears until he pulled back to just holding the tip between his lips.

“Oh, fuck, Billy -”

Steve’s groan was enough to make him want to try again and Billy forced himself to take more of Steve into his mouth. Not enough to gag again, but just enough that it made his brows furrow and the tears start to run down his face. He knew his limits and wrapped his hand around Steve once again, suckling the length in his mouth, adding a slight twist to his wrist to make up for the lack of mouth.

“Someone’s eager.” Steve quipped.

Billy moaned in response, spit leaking out at the corners of his mouth and dripping down his chin. He sucked harder, speeding up the bob of his head, his tongue pressed into the underside of Steve’s cock. He felt every twitch and flex as he worked, relishing in the weight of Steve’s warm cock as it slid in and out of his mouth.

“Jesus you are so fucking pretty…”

Something inside of him clicked on (or maybe off) at Steve’s praise. It was like his train of thought had pumped the brakes, and the only thing left running through his mind was the sensation of Steve’s warm cock filling up his mouth.

More tears fell, snot dripping and joining the spit that seeped down his face as he sucked harder, taking Steve deeper. One of Steve’s hands detangled itself from Billy’s hair and cupped around his jaw, his thumb rubbing a circle into his skin. Billy’s own cock spasmed at the contact and seconds later he pulled off, desperate for air, spit trailing from the head of Steve’s cock to Billy’s lips.

“Aw, done already?” Steve mocked, a fake pout on his face.

Billy glared at him, still catching his breath and taking the back of his hand to wipe some of the spit from his face. A final tear making its way down the flushed pink apple of his cheek. He had fallen back, letting his arms hold him up. Steve huffed, dissatisfied with Billy’s lack of response.

“God, I forget how braindead you get when you’ve got my dick in your mouth.”

Billy growled from the floor, still refusing to speak, but the sour look on his face spoke for itself.

“Billy , sit up.”

He did, with no argument.

“Good, now can you go ahead and finish what you started?”

Billy nodded, locking his eyes back onto Steve’s cock, still slicked wet with his spit. He took his back into his mouth, his tongue weakly running across the slit. Steve swore, nestling his hand back into Billy’s tied up hair. The gagging persisted as Billy put all his energy into forcing more of Steve’s cock down his throat, his tongue rubbing along the veins that protruded from Steve’s thick cock.

He backed off for a few deep breaths, replacing his mouth with a trembling hand, slicking up and down Steve’s cock at an even pace before coming back for more. This time he kept his hand in place, stroking the length he couldn’t fit in his mouth as he bobbed his head swiftly, his eyes welling with even more tears. Steve’s breathy moans and whispered praise was good motivation, but he could feel himself slowing down. His strokes became sloppy, his vision was fully blurred by the constant tears, and his lungs could hardly keep up with Steve’s engorged cock blocking his airways.

Another wet gag left him as he finally pulled back, eyes fluttering shut and head drooping down as he caught his breath. His sighs mixed with moans in the front of his throat. Still desperate to please Steve, he lifted his head up slightly to pressed sloppy, wet kisses to the base of his cock and all the way up the shaft before coming back down to rest his head against Steve’s hips bones, still feverishly pressing kisses into the skin.

Steve smiled, carefully guiding Billy’s head back up, watching as his eyes blinked open curiously. Then, lining up the swollen tip of his cock with Billy’s half-parted lips, he yanked Billy’s head closer, forcing his cock into his mouth. Billy’s brows furrowed and a higher pitched whine escaped him, contrasting his usual low grunts and moans.

“That’s it baby, take it, you can do it.”

Billy felt the tears rise again, his eyes glazing over as Steve shoved himself further down his throat. Billy knew his teeth were scraping the underside of Steve’s cock, but he didn’t care, he was too far gone to put much effort into keeping his mouth open. Steve didn’t seem to mind however, grabbing Billy by his ponytail to keep his head in place while he thrust his hips back and forth, coaxing his cock in and out of Billy’s mouth ever so slowly.

The room had gone relatively quiet, save for the wet schlick of Steve’s cock sinking deep into Billy’s waiting throat. He thanked God that Steve knew his limits, and only pushed about a third of his length into him. He shivered at the thought that one day Steve would abandon his morals and really fuck his face.

Billy’s hips convulsed, his own cock straining and leaking onto the floor beneath him. He hadn’t even touched himself the whole night, so focused on the heavy cock pumping in and out of his mouth. Not that Steve’s shallow thrusts were enough to really get anywhere, he knew that Steve just wanted the view: Billy’s red, fucked out face, eyes glazed over and mouth covered in a sheen of spit and tears, repeatedly taking his cock.

Steve hummed, pulling out of Billy’s mouth completely, much to Billy’s dismay. Steve gave him a pointed look, locking eyes with him then wordlessly making his way over to the bed and propped himself up against the headboard.

Billy got the message and on wobbly legs stood and stumbled over to the bed, crawling over to him, his eyes fixed on his cock. Steve noticed the accumulation of precume that had started pitifully dripping down his length, which he imagined was throbbing having gone this long without being touched.

The bed spring creaked alongside Billy’s shaky breaths as he lowered his mouth to wrap around Steve’s head once more. He tried to take the whole thing, but quickly gagged and was forced to give up as he hit the halfway mark. He groaned, more high pitched than before, and pulled back, drooling.

“If you’re too tired to suck, just use your tongue, baby.” Steve purred.

He took his cock in his hand and guided it back to Billy’s mouth, pressing past his lips and onto Billy’s tongue, feeling it swipe across the tip half heartedly. He knew Billy was exhausted, uncomfortably hard and totally blissed out- so he decided to go easy on him by wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking, keeping just the tip tucked away inside Billy’s warm mouth.

“Yeah baby, just like that. Let me fuck that pretty face of yours.”

Billy let out a weak sound from the back of his throat, ceasing the movements of his tongue and awaiting Steve’s imminent release. Steve cursed, quickening his pace, eyes fixed on Billy’s face.

“God, you take it so good, don’t you?”

The tears had dried and the spit had more or less been wiped away, but his eyes were still glassy and his cheeks still held onto their pinkish tinge. Steve smirked, he knew Billy got pretty hazy when it came to sex, but this was truly a step above anything else; it was like someone had taken out his boyfriend’s rational brain and replaced it with a cock obsessed version. Billy whined again, trying with all his might to keep his mouth open and his teeth off Steve as the tip of his cock brushed around the roof of his mouth.

“That’s it baby- fuck - keep takin’ it baby. ‘m almost there baby- just keep taking my cock, yeah, doin’ so good baby yeah, f-fuck, so good-”

Another deep, gurgled moan came from Billy as Steve rambled praises, his hand whipping around his dick, bobbing it slightly further into Billy.

“Shit shit shit-” Steve cursed, his stomach tightening as he groaned.

Steve’s hips stuttered and he came into Billy’s waiting mouth. A low moan flew past his lips, watching as Billy sat and accepted the streaks of white that painted the soft pink insides of his mouth and dripped from his tongue. Billy’s eyes were fixed on him, half lidded and watching Steve’s face contort.

Finally, Billy pulled back, cum still dripping from his lips as he closed them and swallowed, a dumb smile on his face. He cringed at the taste, falling back onto the bed. Steve allowed his heart rate to settle for a moment, watching as Billy wrapped a fist around his frustrated cock.

A deep groan echoed in the room as Billy hastily stroked himself, screwing his eyes shut and pumping his fist over his aching cock. Steve wanted to speak up but in all honesty, he was really enjoying the show Billy was putting on as he shakily touched himself. His desperation radiated off him in waves, his hips bucked into the air and his other hand gripped the bedsheet as he fisted his dick with reckless abandon, solely focused on chasing his release.

Steve’s own cock twitched briefly as Billy’s moans got higher pitched, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip in an effort to keep the obscene whimpers down. Seconds later, his hand faltered and his pace broke, milky white dripping down his knuckles and spattering along his stomach. He worked himself through it with gasping breaths, cock spasming in his shaky hand.

Moments later he hummed and slumped over himself, face falling into the mattress, torso still covered in cum and the tangy taste of it still lingering on his taste buds. Steve watched, a weird sense of pride washing over him as he basked in Billy’s post orgasm glow. He relished in the fact that he could absolutely ruin Billy, without even touching him. A few dirty words and a tug to the ponytail and he was like putty in your hands, so eager to please that he’d sit with his neglected cock dripping and body trembling with arousal, doing everything in his power to make sure you came first.

“Merry Christmas, you fuckin’ perv,” Billy croaked, voice muffled by fabric but still undeniably wrecked .

“Think this’ll get us put on the naughty list?”

“Jesus Stevie- can you shut the fuck up and get over here?”

Steve obliged without a moment of hesitation, crawling over to Billy and being manhandled into a messy kiss. All that dominance seeping right back into him, Steve mused. They both softened into the kiss, keeping it chaste, savoring the way it felt. Billy’s body quivered under Steve’s light touch, still exhausted and well worn.

“Alright now get the fuck off me. Go do your ‘post game care’-ing for me, or whatever bullshit it is that you insist upon.”

Billy asserted, pulling away from Steve’s gentle kisses, waving his hand flippantly.

“ Aftercare , moron. And it’s not bullshit, it- it’s nice,” Steve blushed, already slipping out of bed.

“Lord help me I’ve fallen for a woman…”

Steve laughed as he rounded the corner, disappearing from view, returning a few moments later with a damp cloth. Billy rolled his eyes as Steve gently shuffled back over to him, taking the washcloth to his face, wiping away the tear stains on his cheeks, the sticky remnants of cum in his mustache and the bubbled over spit at the corners of his mouth. He shifted, moving to clean up Billy’s front with light, slow motions. Then, handing him the cloth to clean off his hands, which he happily took.

“C’mon, even you can admit this is better than passing out covered in cum,” Steve prompted with a soft voice.

Billy held his tongue, not willingly to admit that maybe Steve was right about this one thing, this one time.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Steve chirped, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Billy’s cheek.

“You’re disgusting.”

“Oh really?” Steve smirked, pressing another kiss to his face.

“ Repulsive .”

Steve laughed, peppering kisses along Billy’s jaw, his temples, his nose, whatever space was open. He would even pretend he didn’t see Billy crack a grin at Steve’s lovey dovey crap. Steve backed off, his hand feeling down Billy’s arm and back up again.

“You’re so good to me,” he murmured,

“So good for me,” he repeated, looking into Billy’s eyes.

“It’s easy when it’s you, Stevie.”

Steve smiled, satisfied enough with Billy’s honest attempt at being romantic.

“We’re sorta gross, care to join me in the shower?” Steve proposed, sending him a wink.

“If I ever say no to that, check me into the fuckin’ loony bin ‘cause I’ve gone insane.”

#hwb2025 #fic #GlassOfAppleJuice

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therlarys-whiteclaw · 5 months ago

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So I Play Baldur’s Gate 3 and I’ve done Seperate playthroughs with different Tavs

I have even attempted to romance different companions for different tavs

I got bored so I made up backstories and everything for them :) each of them has their own vibe I’m going for and the vibe I got I romanced who I believe they’d go for

So from left to right I’ll introduce them just a small trigger warning some of the backstories may be triggering for some.

So starting with the first one

Sulphur (Top Left)

Asmodeus Tiefling male

Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer (Gold)/ Rogue Theif

Sulphur is an orphan boy who had to learn how to steal, and con people in order to survive, he lived on the streets and had bared witness to the deaths of both his parents.

Due to life on the streets he didn’t have much time to practice or Harness his innate Sorcery and focused ok thieving and survival, he along with a group of other orphans all joined together to help each other survive.

On his exterior he’s unemotional, stoic and cynical however internally he’s deeply caring for others he just struggles to express how he feels.

Sulphur was Romanced with Karlach.

Next one is

William “Billy” Strone (top right)

Half high elf

Bard college of Lore

William goes by Billy and has since he was little, he grew up in a dysfunctional abusive household, where he was treated less than a dog by his own mother who tried to mould him into being completely obedient to her billy was constantly under his mother’s thumb what ever she asked of him he had to obey or face a beating and be denied food and she’d “reward” him if he he obeyed however he had the spirit to fight back against her wrath and managed to get himself out of there he had always found he had a natrual talent and affinity towards music he always loved it ans used it as a means to keep himself calm and relaxed

Despite everything he is a very sweet and kind individual a romantic at heart who only wants to see happiness in the world as he cannot stand the suffering of others he enjoys poetry, art and music.

Romanced Billy with Astarion

Quin’la (middle left)

Githyanki

Cleric of Vlaakith

I don’t have much lore for her just yet still working it out she’s been romanced with Lae’zel

Rul’kir (middle right)

Githyanki

Bard college of Valor

Rul’kir was a Githyanki whose crèche was inside the material plane however they had been attacked by a group of adventurers and his egg was taken with them however when they found Rul’kir to difficult they ultimately abandoned him not long after that he met Sulphur and the two became best friends since

Rul’kir isn’t overly serious as most of his kind he is a free spirit and is very open minded compared to other Githyanki, he is curious and it often leads to him going on adventures.

He isn’t judgemental of people and how they live their life and is surprisingly respectful and knows when to back off.

Roamanced Rul’kir with Shadowheart 🙃

Rowena Windwhisper (second middle left)

Half wood elf

Ranger Beastmaster

Rowena is a Half wood elf who spent most her life as a nomad wandering the wilds venturing far and wide just her an her grizzly bear companion Misha she always felt most at ease surrounded by the wilds she would occasionally go to cities but preferred the wilderness to civilisation she had been separated from her family after fleeing from an attack and is wandering searching for them

Rowena is very laid back and chilled out she tends to be quiet and prefers to keep to herself she can’t be to far from misha or she will worry about him.

Romanced Rowena with Halsin

Thervan- (second middle right)

Seldarine Drow

Barbarian- Wild magic

I don’t have much lore for him either I will probably come up with stuff later. But he’s Romanced with Minthara

Ophelia- (Bottom left)

Mephistopheles Tiefling

Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer (White)

Ophelia came from a privileged family of nobles however and event happened which changed her into a Tiefling because of this her family disowned her after being disowned she decided to travel with a group of adventurers lending them her sorcery

Ophelia speaks very properly and acts like a lady, she can be a little stuck up, stubborn and more or less a diva she’s sassy and is a little squeamish.

Romanced her with Wyll

Lorilei Songbird (Bottom right)

Wood Elf

Druid of Spores

Lorilei spent most of her time underground, with mychonids unlike most Druids she’s always believed that death was just another part of nature and to deny it is to deny the natural order after spending time with mychonids she learned that new life can be born from death. She isn’t the type of Druid to shy away from civilisation she finds it fascinating which eventually lead to her travelling to different cities and settlements to research them.

Lorilei is always ready to learn something new, she is very curious and tends to seek out new things she just wants to know how the world around her works.

Romanced Lorilei with Gale

So that’s all for introducing my tavs they are all unique in how I view them and I can imagine dynamics from each pairing also this game just makes my creativity spark

#bg3 #bg3 tav #bg3 tav backstories #baldur's gate 3 #baldur’s gate tav #tav #oc #my ocs #bg3 ocs

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practically-an-x-man · 1 year ago

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OC ask time once again :3. I honestly have no idea if you've answered something like this before already.

Your characters are given the ability to time travel once as a one way trip to whenever/wherever they'd like. Who uses it immediately without hesitation? Who never uses it? What do they do once they're in their new time?

Oooh man, a one-way trip? That's got the potential to get a little dark... interesting

Thank you for the ask!! This one's really interesting!

Rae: Decides she's going to save it for when things go really wrong, and never actually ends up using it. She doesn't want to change what already happened, even the traumatic stuff, since she doesn't want to change where they ended up

Robin: Goes back and avoids her TBI - keeps herself and Six out of the room with the feral Beast clone, blocks up the door, and continues on. She recovered from it, but it took time and she'd really rather not have to go through it at all.

Madison: I feel like she'd actually weigh the merits of a bunch of different times, just for the hell of it, but would end up balking at the fact that it's a one-way trip and wouldn't end up using it at all. It does become a running boredom buster, where she'll daydream about going to another time and how good or bad it would be to live there. (like my irl boredom buster of debating the merits of whatever building i'm in as a bunker in the zombie apocalypse. i maintain that movie theaters would be the best)

Ophelia: Stops her father from running his experiment with the tritium reactor, which effectively spares both her parents. It means she has to go through all of college and her doctorate program again, but it's worth it to have her parents alive with her again.

Katherine: Hm... realistically, she wouldn't use it at all since she's happy with the life she has, but just for fun I'm imagining her going back to Ahk's reign in Ancient Egypt and meeting him there, stopping his murder, and eventually resulting in the two of them being remembered in history as benevolent rulers. Their tomb is eventually discovered and, in a cyclical and slightly paradoxical way, both become exhibits in the museum.

Kestrel: Saves it for some split-second moment - if they, Warren, or someone else they care about ever ends up being badly injured or killed in a way that can't otherwise be fixed, that's their get-out-of-jail free card.

Quinn: Goes back to stop what happened in Kyiv - stops herself and Billy from falling, herself from being injured, and warns him of everything Lex was planning with the Kalahari. It's not quite as emotionally rich of a story for her, but it saves them a lot of pain and trauma

Jasper: Goes back to just before that fateful frat party and begs Kyle not to go - he's incredibly confused by all the intensity, but trusts them enough to listen. They have a quiet night in instead, studying and playing Minecraft on their survival server, and the bus crash is on the news the next day. Crisis very much averted.

Eris: Saves it, but with the full intent to use it in the future. His plan is to save it until Rick passes away (hopefully of old age), then to go back to just before they met him and do it all again. It still doesn't compare to their immortal lifespan, but it at least would stretch the time she gets with him. (but eh I'm a metahuman Rick Flag truther anyway so Eris probably never has to actually use it)

Nikoletta: Just about the only one who would just jump to some other historical period and start a new life - she'd go somewhere (and somewhen) where she could use her modern knowledge and shadow abilities to be seen as some kind of witch queen or oracle, lives in wealth and power for as long as she can... and probably dies of some illness that's eradicated in the present.

#i know most of these are just them going back to fix their worst traumas but like.#one-way trip means they're probably not committing to some historical life if they don't have an escape #my friends!!!#answered asks #my ocs #rae mckinney #robin cassidy #madison douglas #ophelia octavius #jasper wilson #oc katherine johnson #oc kestrel #oc quinn/aces #oc eris #nikoletta bordeaux

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starkstruck27 · 2 years ago

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Part 2 to this ficlet I posted a while ago that I loved, so I wanted to continue it and give it an even more happy ending. Also, I don't think I really need to do a TW since nothing too terrible happens in this fic, but I do make a reference to some of the stuff that happened in the first one, so just be careful if the first one got to you, okay? Much love my friends! <333

Bonnie Tassler had never imagined how good her life would turn out judging by the way it started. 22 years can change a lot, though, she supposed, and they certainly had for her.

For one, her name was no longer Bonnie Tassler. Now, it was Bonnie Kellie, having gotten married two years earlier to her boyfriend, Wade. She had been 24 at the time, and they had both been fresh out of college at the time, but even though they barely had a dime to their names, they loved each other, and they made it work. Bonnie had gone to school for culinary arts, and Wade for business management, and the two of them together moved back to Bonnie's hometown of Hawkins, Indiana, to open a small bakery in town. Now, after getting the business settled and buying a small house together, they decided they wanted to try for a baby. They had some good friends that helped run the bakery with them, and everything just seemed to be going perfectly for them.

The one thing that Bonnie was a little upset about was the fact that she hadn't seen her uncles in a long time. The last time had been on her birthday, which was almost half a year ago by now, and when you don't see someone you love for that long, you start to get a little antsy about it. Especially when the two you're yearning to see are the two men who raised you practically since you were a baby. So Bonnie was planning on giving them a call sometime soon and arranging for them to come down from their home in Indianapolis and spend a few days with her and Wade.

And she knew that planning a visit with them wasn't going to be easy. Her uncle Steve was a cop, a detective actually, in Indianapolis and was almost always busy with some case or another. He worked in the Indianapolis Special Victims Unit, and was actually close to being promoted to Sergeant of his squad, so there was always something that he had to work on that kept him busy. And her uncle Billy worked for a law firm, having gone back to school once Bonnie was a little older and gotten his law degree so he could start his practice. He was actually a partner at one of the most prestigious law firms in the city, and he was often doing pro bono work for a lot of the victims uncle Steve helped. So, needless to say, they didn't have a lot of free time to take a vacation and come and see her.

That didn't mean they didn't want to, though. They always called her at least once every few days, and talked for as long as they could to make sure their girl was doing okay and reminding her how much they loved her. They hadn't called in a couple of days, so Bonnie was expecting one to come soon, and she was planning out her pitch to get them to take a few days off to come back home and see her, but she never got that far.

That morning, as she opened the bakery and turned from the door to write the day's specials on the chalk board behind the register, she heard the bell on the door jingle and announce the arrival of new customers.

"Welcome to Gina's Sweets, I'll be right with you," Bonnie said, dotting the 'i' in 'Lemon Drop Cookies' with a heart.

"Take your time, we're in no hurry," a voice said behind her, and Bonnie dropped her chalk. She whirled around so fast she almost got whiplash, and she barely contained a full on screech as she saw her uncles standing on the other side of the counter with huge smiles on their faces. She practically catapulted over the glass display case as she rushed forward to hug them, Wade and their two friends Caitlin and Jessie coming out of the back to see what all the commotion was about.

"Oh my gosh! I can't believe this, I was just about to call and ask if you could come down for a visit!" Bonnie giggled as she squeezed them, finally pulling back and asking, "What brings you guys here so out of the blue?"

"Oh, no reason," Billy said, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear as he grinned, "We just wanted to see our girl. We missed you, too, you know."

"I'm so glad you did! God, it feels like forever since I've seen you! Come on, I just put a pot of coffee on to brew, and you guys can have any kind of sweets you want, on the house!" Bonnie said, going behind the counter and opening the glass display case to get them some treats as Wade poured six cups of the coffee. He took his, Caitlin's and Jessie's back to the kitchen to sip on as they frosted cupcakes and decorated cookies, and left the other three for Bonnie and her uncles as they sat at one of the cafe tables, letting them have some time.

"So, what's new?" Bonnie asked as she set the coffee down in front of them, along with a Lemon Drop Cookie for Steve and a Strawberry Cheesecake Bar for Billy.

"Oh, nothing much. Work's been crazy, so we figured we should probably take a vacation to come and see our favorite girl before we went nuts," Billy said, shrugging, but Bonnie could tell there was more from the way he smiling. She decided not to press it, though she was practically shaking with curiosity as he bit into his cheesecake bar. "Oh my God, junebug, this is fantastic!"

"I know! I'm already half done with this cookie, it's amazing! You've got a real gift," Steve said, swallowing down a mouthful.

"Oh, stop. You two were the ones who always let me experiment in the kitchen when I was growing up, I wouldn't be here without having done that, so," she shrugged, her face growing warm as they continued to praise her baking skills.

"Yeah, I remember those days. You were always making some kind of sweet treat and trying to fatten the two of us up," Billy teased, taking a sip of his coffee. "You were a cute kid."

"You sure were," Steve agreed, finishing his cookie and wiping the powdered sugar from his mustache as he chuckled, "Do you remember when you were ten, and you insisted on making cookies for the station's christmas party? Chief Hopper cursed me up and down that day for letting you, saying he was supposed to be on a diet and eating half of them was not helping."

"Well, he must've quit worrying about it after he retired. He still comes in at least four times a week for some treat or another," Bonnie laughed, sipping her coffee.

"That old bastard, how's he been?" Steve asked, his smile wide as they continued to catch up. They talked about anything and everything, about new business and old business, reminiscing even as customers started coming in through the doors. There weren't many yet, the breakfast rush wouldn't start for another twenty minutes or so, but Bonnie did have to get back to work soon.

"Man, I know you've got to get back to work, but I still can't believe it. You're so grown up now, it seems like just yesterday you were a little girl," Steve said, downing the last of his coffee as he and Billy shared a look. Billy nodded, and Steve continued with a chuckle, "Do you remember when you were... I think you four or five, and it was just after I moved in with you guys, and you asked if you could be the flower girl at our wedding? I was so shocked, we had just started getting serious enough to think about that, and even if so, we couldn't have done it at the time, but you were so excited about it..."

Steve had let himself trail off after emphasizing the last few words, and as soon as he gave Billy that same sly smile from earlier and gripped his hand on top of the table, Bonnie saw it. A shiny gold ring on Steve's left ring finger, with three little diamonds embedded in it, Her mind flashed to an article she'd seen on the news the other day, saying that LGBT marriage had just been legalized throughout the United States, and it all clicked into place. She screamed even louder than she had earlier that morning and jumped out of her seat, her face taken over with the biggest smile she had probably ever had on her face.

"Oh my God oh my God oh my God!!" She shouted, launching herself at the two again and hugging them as she peppered kisses all over their faces. "I can't believe this! I'm so fucking happy for you!"

"Hey now, watch the language!" Steve teased, but he was grinning too, just like Billy.

"I'm sorry, I'm just so excited! I would love to be your flower girl, and I'll even help you plan and stuff, too! I'll make the food and the cake, of course, and I'm sure Wade and Jessie and Caitlin would all love to help, too," Bonnie already started planning, making Billy laugh a little at her enthusiasm.

"Well, hang on, there's no need to do all that. It's only gonna be a small thing for friends and family, nothing too fancy. You don't need to go through all that trouble," he said, holding up his hands.

"But what if I want to? You wouldn't really deny me that privilege, would you Uncle Billy?" She asked, already knowing she had won. They couldn't say no to her when she had that smile on her face.

"Why don't we table this discussion for now and hash out the details later over dinner? We still have some people to see and you've got a bakery to run, little lady." Steve interjected, and they all seemed satisfied with that.

"Okay, that sounds good. Now, here," Bonnie said, digging in her pocket for her spare keys. "You two go get settled at my place and I'll see you when we get home, okay?"

"Oh, Bon-bon, we don't want to put you out-" Steve said, trying to refuse, but Bonnie could be even more stubborn than he was sometimes, and she leveled him with a glare.

"It's no trouble at all, besides, I wouldn't dream of you staying at a hotel when I haven't seen you in so long. Nope, it's settled, you'll stay with us and that's final." She said, shoving the keys into their hands before they could protest again. They sighed, but they took the keys, and after a few more hugs and kisses and shouted goodbyes to the other three back in the kitchen, Billy and Steve left.

That evening, after talking more about the wedding over the fantastic dinner Bonnie made for them, Billy and Wade went to relax in the living room and watch a ball game while Bonnie and Steve cleaned up. Bonnie had told him he should go relax as well, but Steve insisted, and she finally relented. After all, she wanted to talk to him, so she was glad to get a moment alone with him.

"You got something on your mind, Bon-bon?" Steve asked as he pushed up his sleeves and grabbed a sponge.

"Yeah actually," she said, smiling still as she readied a dish towel in her hands. "I know it's kind of late to be giving you a shovel talk, but I just wanted to tell you that I love you and Uncle Billy more than anything, and you better treat him as good as you always have, even after you're hitched. I've always looked up to both of you my whole life, and if you ever did something to hurt him, I would literally kill you. And same goes for him, if he ever did anything to hurt you, I'd kill him too, because I don't know what I'd do without either of you."

"Oh, Bonnie," Steve tried to interrupt, but Bonnie stopped him.

"Wait, let me finish," she said, putting down her towel and the plate she was drying so she could turn to look him right in the eye. "I mean what I'm saying here. I thank my lucky stars every day that you two were there to save me from my dad when I was younger. He was an awful man, but the two of you kept me safe and I've always understood that, even if I didn't understand much else of what was happening. And I can't thank you enough for raising me by yourselves instead of just letting me go into the foster care system and forgetting about me. I know it wasn't easy for a long, long time, but you stuck through it, with me and with each other, and you never once let me feel like I wasn't loved. And as far as I know, you never let each other feel unloved, either, and I can't tell you how happy that made me and still makes me. I'm so happy for you, both of you, and I just wanted to remind you of that."

When Bonnie was finished, Steve was almost crying into the dishwater, and he removed his hands from the suds to throw them around her shoulders, squeezing her tightly.

"We love you too, Bonnie, so much. And you just remember that we will always love you, no matter what, and we'll always be here to keep you safe, forever and always, you understand me?" Steve replied, kissing her head as she nodded and just holding her for a few minutes, swaying back and forth as they both tried to get their emotions under control. They finally did, and after laughing a little at themselves as they wiped away some tears, they went back to chatting idly as they did the dishes.

Once they were done, they joined Wade and Billy out in the living room, having to laugh as they both got hyped up over a baseball game. It was the LA Angels vs. the Baltimore Orioles, and while Billy was rooting for LA, Wade was cheering on the O's. Bonnie and Steve had to laugh as the two got more and more competitive over it, as if they were actually playing for the teams themselves, and when the game finally ended, the Orioles won by one point.

"Junebug, I love you dearly, but your taste in men is absolutely atrocious. As soon as you found out he was an Orioles fan, you should've kicked his ass to the curb," Billy teased, making Wade roll his eyes.

"You're just jealous because your team sucks!" Wade retorted, smiling smugly as he looked at the man.

"See?" Billy said, making everybody laugh as he gestured to Wade like he was holding some kind of incriminating evidence.

"Whoa there, counselor, before you go writing up the divorce papers, you're gonna have to make a bit more of a case than that," Bonnie joined in the teasing, sidling up to Wade and standing on her tip-toes to give him a sweet kiss. Billy and Steve both smiled, though Billy pretended to be unaffected, rolling his eyes and heading to the back door, saying he needed a smoke. Bonnie followed him as Wade and Steve cleaned up the living room a bit, even though she was exhausted. She was usually never this tired this early in the night, but she chalked it up to all the excitement of the day and followed Billy outside, leaning next to him on the wall just beside the door. He let her tuck herself into his side and wrapped his arm around her, using the other arm to hold his smoke up to his lips.

"You know, smoking is really bad for you," Bonnie yawned, making Billy smile.

"I know. I'm trying to quit but it's a slow process. I'm getting there though," he said, rubbing her shoulder as she shivered against the chill of the wind. He took off his jacket a second later and wrapped it around her, then returned to his previous position as they looked at the stars.

"Unca Billy?" She said after a few minutes, sounding just as timid as she did when she was little.

"What's up, junebug?" He asked, leaning down to kiss her head.

"I just wanted to tell you that I love you," she started, hugging him closer, "And I'm really happy for you and Uncle Stevie. And I'm really glad that I was lucky enough to be raised by you guys. I know how much you miss my mom, and I do to, but sometimes I think about it, and I wonder if maybe her dying was kind of a blessing in disguise. Like, if she hadn't have died, I wouldn't have grown up with you guys, and I might've still been trapped with Frank and had to suffer with her. Now neither of us has to, and I got to grow up happy with you guys, and now you're getting married and I feel like none of that would've happened if mom hadn't have died. I still miss her like crazy, but I know she's proud of both of us, and she would've loved to be there for the wedding. She would be so happy for you, and for Steve. She would've loved him, too."

Billy was full on crying as Bonnie finished, and he turned and stubbed out his cigarette on his shoe before holding her just like Steve had in the kitchen. He picked her up just like she was a little girl again and continued to hold her, getting himself under enough control that he could talk again.

"I miss your mom more than I can tell you," he said, "But you're right. Steve and I might not have reconnected if it wasn't for her, and I hate to admit it, because of Frank, too. But as much as I wish all that didn't happen, I did get the two of you out of the deal, so maybe everything happens for a reason, even if we don't like it. But you better always remember that your mom loved you more than anything, just like I do, and that I will never break the promise I made to her to keep you safe and happy for as long as I live, okay? You will always be my junebug, and don't you forget that, you got it?"

Bonnie started crying too as Billy held her, resting her head on his shoulder and eventually going slack in his arms, falling asleep just like she used to. Billy smiled when he realized, wiping off his face before carrying her inside and taking her up to her bedroom, glad she was already in just leggings and a t-shirt. He took her shoes off for her, though, and tucked her in under the covers, kissing her forehead and whispering a soft goodnight as he left to rejoin Steve and Wade downstairs.

"Bonnie conked out?" Steve asked as he sat down on the couch next to him.

"Yeah. I just tucked her in. She must've been exhausted after all the excitement today, she's usually a night owl." Billy said, smiling.

"She's been really tired a lot lately. I hope she's feeling okay," Wade said, flicking through the TV chanels.

"I'm sure she's fine. And I'm feeling pretty beat myself. I'm gonna head to bed now, too." Steve said, standing and stretching.

"Yeah, I'm coming too. Today's been a long one. Night, Wade," Billy said, following Steve to their guest room and going to bed.

Wade must've jinxed it, though, because the first thing Bonnie did the next morning when she woke up was run to the bathroom and throw up. She felt absolutely awful, her head spinning and her stomach churning as she tried to rinse out her mouth and stumble back to bed. Wade had gotten up by this point and tried to check on her, but she just grumbled and he left her alone, only telling her to relax and take the day off, he and Caitlin and Jessie could handle the shop. Bonnie grumbled at him again, but she did thank him after, still just feeling gross.

Billy and Steve saw Wade in the kitchen once he came downstairs, having decided to get up early and make them breakfast, but Wade told them that Bonnie was sick and was taking the day off.

"I'm worried about her, she's typically not this cranky when she's sick," Wade said, biting his lip as he glanced back at the stairs.

"I know, but I'm sure she'll be fine. You go on to work, we'll take good care of her," Steve assured him, handing him a breakfast sandwich that they'd made and a cup of coffee. Wade thanked him and did as told, going to work and saying he'd call at lunchtime to check up on her.

After that, Billy and Steve sprang into action, all the old instincts coming back as Billy left to get the ingredients for chicken soup and Steve digging through the medicine cabinets for ibuprofen and taking that upstairs along with a glass of orange juice. Bonnie had fallen back asleep by then, so Steve just left the items on her nightstand with a note telling her to take two pills, drink the juice, get some rest, and call them if she needed them. He added a smiley face for good measure and shut her blinds to make sure she was going to be able to rest good before closing the door about halfway and heading back downstairs.

By the time Billy returned and he and Steve worked together to get the chicken soup started on the stove, Bonnie was making her way downstairs, having changed into baggy sweatpants and a loose t-shirt and carrying the empty juice glass from earlier.

"Hey, junebug," Billy said, wiping his hands on a towel and giving her a kiss on the head, "How're you feeling?"

"Icky," she replied, sitting at the counter and slumping over it. "I must've gotten a stomach bug or something."

"Aw, poor baby," Steve said, brushing some hair out of her face. "Well, you just relax and Uncle Billy and I will take care of you. How about I make you a bed on the couch and we can watch something on TV while we wait for the soup to be done?"

Bonnie nodded and let Steve and Billy dote on her, the both of them getting to work arranging sheets, pillows and blankets on the couch to make sure she would be comfortable before tucking her in again. Billy got the mop bucket from the laundry room closet and set it on the floor next to her in case she needed to throw up again, and Steve flicked on the TV to put on a show for her. He put on Scooby-Doo, since that was always her comfort show when she was sick, and then went back to the kitchen to let her relax while he and Billy finished up lunch.

Once Bonnie had something in her stomach, she seemed to perk up a little bit, and by the time Wade called to check on her, she was pretty much back to normal, complaining to him jokingly about how even though she was fine now, Steve and Billy still wouldn't let her up off the couch.

The next day though, the sickness returned, and the day after that, it happened again. Both times she was fine by lunchtime, and each time, the sickness was a little less intense, but still, none of them could understand what was happening.

But then on the fourth day, when Bonnie returned from the bathroom to sit with Wade on the bed, he got an idea.

Ten minutes later, Billy and Steve were startled awake by screaming coming from the direction of Bonnie and Wade's bedroom, the two of them confused, but not even stopping to think before rushing in and trying to locate the other two. They finally found them in the bathroom, just hugging and crying and laughing and screaming. As they cleared their eyes of crust and tried to calm their heartbeats when they realized no one was hurt, they asked what was going on.

"What's all the screaming about?" Billy asked as he yawned, stepping closer just to make extra sure that nothing was actually wrong.

"Yeah, is everything okay?" Steve chimed in, stretching above his head as he yawned, too.

"It's more than okay!" Bonnie yelled, even though she still felt kinda dizzy, but Wade was holding her up as she thrusted something into their hands. "Look!"

They'd never admit it, but Steve and Billy screamed even louder than the other two combined, suddenly wide awake as they grabbed the two of them and pulled them into the tightest group hug they could manage. Because Bonnie had just handed them an at-home pregnancy test.

And the results were positive.

"Oh my God, this is amazing! I'm so happy for you both!" Steve cheered, trying not to jostle Bonnie too much as he jumped up and down in excitement. "Fuck any responsibilities we have today, we're taking everybody to breakfast to celebrate!"

"Hell yeah we are!" Billy agreed, trying to suppress the tears threatening to escape from his eyes, but not doing a very good job of it. Wade wasn't doing much better, hugging everybody in the room and crying as he grinned harder than ever before. Bonnie was so happy, she didn't even notice the sick feeling anymore. Instead, she was filled with happiness, and she ushered her uncles out of the room so they could all get dressed for breakfast. She couldn't stop touching her belly all throughout the day, and none of them could stop smiling.

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Six months later, and all that smiling returned full force as the day of Billy and Steve's wedding rolled around. It was still a small affair, just like they'd said it would be, but everyone who mattered was there, and it was beautiful. Bonnie kept her promise and catered the event, even though Billy and Steve tried to get her to change her mind in light of her delicate condition, but she was again adamant about it. She was also adamant about still being the flower girl, and finally, they relented and let her do it.

They cried as they watched from the wings as she walked down the aisle in her little white dress, tossing the pink, yellow and blue rose petals on her way. Her baby bump was starting to show now, but even despite that, they couldn't help but still see her as the little girl they had adopted twenty some years ago, and that only made them cry more.

After the ceremony, which had everybody in the place crying, the wedding party went outside to take pictures while the guests went to the reception venue for cocktail hour. The wedding party was small, just Billy and Steve, of course, Bonnie, Steve's best friends Robin and Dustin, and Billy's sister Max, so the pictures didn't take long, and soon, they were all piled into the limo that was supposed to take them to the venue.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" Bonnie said as the chauffer began to drive, a mischievous smile on her face that mirrored the ones her uncles wore the day they told her about their engagement. She reached into the mini fridge in the back of the limo and pulled out two small boxes with the Gina's Sweets logo printed on them, and handed them to Steve and Billy. They opened them, and pulled out two small, plain looking vanilla cupcakes with white icing.

"What are these for?" Steve asked, but he smiled as she moved to sit between them and Wade readied a camera from across the car.

"You'll see, it's a surprise. But you have to bite into them at the same time, okay?" She said, nearly bouncing with anticipation. They gave her a quizzical look, but they obeyed, and Wade snapped picture after picture to document their reactions.

Bonnie had cooked up (no pun intended) this surprise a couple of days ago with Wade, Caitlin and Jessie, just after she was told the gender of her baby at the last ultrasound. They had planned this all together, and now, Bonnie was grinning from ear to ear as she watched it play out.

They took their bites of cupcake and were about to ask what it was all about, but as they held the treats away from them and looked at them, they saw that the filling inside of them was dyed baby blue, and as they turned to look at Bonnie together, they almost dropped the damned things on their suits.

"Junebug, does that mean...?" Billy asked, his eyebrows raised as he waited for her response. He knew she knew what he meant, and she couldn't help bug giggle as she nodded.

"Oh my God, you're being for real? It's gonna be a boy?!" Steve asked, his face blooming into the biggest, dopiest grin ever.

"I just found out the other day," Bonnie replied, holding both of their hands as she said, "Wade, Caitlin and Jessie all know, because they helped me plan this, but other than them, I wanted you guys to be the first to know. I hope you'll help me pick out names later on."

Billy and Steve didn't know what to say, their lips trembling as they both kissed her cheeks and tried to hold back even more tears. Bonnie was laughing hard, but then she stopped suddenly, though her smile remained.

"Ooh, wait, wait," she said, taking their hands and laying them against her belly, "He must know we're talking about him, I can feel him kicking me."

It took a few seconds before he did it again, but as soon as he did, Billy and Steve's faces lit up, they could feel it, too. Wade snapped a picture again, capturing he pure awe and amazement on their faces as they feel it.

Bonnie still had a copy of that picture framed in her bedroom. It's one of her most favorite pictures ever. It was Billy and Steve's favorite one in their whole wedding album, and their second favorite picture ever. Only one topped it, the one they took a few months later when they helped Wade bring Bonnie and their son home from the hospital. In it, she's holding the boy, named Ocean King Kellie, and Billy and Steve are holding her on their shoulders, all of them smiling and happier than they had ever been before.

#they deserve to be happy and this was too sweet an idea not to write it #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove #stranger things #ficlet

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memoamp · 1 year ago

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Celine Galliguez (she/her) - UCI '18

Career Goal: Bioprocess Manufacturing Technician (at Genentech for 2 years, now currently at BioMarin in the Gene Therapy Downstream Department)

Major: Biological Sciences

Introduction: Hi there! My name is Celine Galliguez. I was in the UCI chapter of MEMO from 2015-2018, then I was on the Non-Profit BOD from 2018-2019. I was an intern during my third year, and I was the Webtech-Historian on board during my fourth year. On Non-Profit, I was the Service Coordinator, but I also worked closely with the two Executive Directors, and was pretty much their VP, since we were good friends. I also went on 12G and 13G. While I was at UCI, I majored in Biological Sciences and entered thinking I would become a doctor (like most of us do) but found out it wasn’t for me, my grades weren’t the best either by the end of second year, so I transitioned to being pre-dental. I was studying for the DAT and working as a dental assistant during my post-grad year, but right before I was supposed to take the exam, I realized I was in it for the wrong reasons (money lol). It took me quite a bit longer to get to where I am now, in the Biotech industry, but I love my career and how I got here, and I still earn quite a good amount of money without being a doctor lol. Hope to hear from y’all!

Involvements:

{Undergrad}

MEMO: 2015-2018 (see details above)

Pre-Dental Society: 2016-2018

Delta Delta Sigma Fraternity (DDS), Pre-Dental Professional Fraternity: Beta Class; Volunteer Coordinator (Apr. 2017 - Feb. 2018)

Research Assistant for Dr. Joseph Wu (Jan. 2017 - Jun. 2017); analyzed TBI scans for patients on trial

Research Assistant for Dr. Petra Wilder-Smith & Dr. Thair Takesh (Oct. 2017 - Jun. 2018); clinical trials for dental research, specifically for the effects of dental products on the oral cavity

{Post-Grad/Work Experience}

MEMO: 2018-2019 (see details above)

Dental Assistant for Dr. Phuong Tran (Sept. 2017 - Nov. 2019)

Bioprocess Manufacturing Technician at Genentech (Mar. 2021 - Jan. 2023)

Downstream Bioprocess Manufacturing Technician in Gene Therapy (Aug. 2023 - Present)

Extracurriculars: The fun stuff: I love music! I collect vinyl records and have over 200 at this point. My favorite k-pop group is TWICE (bias line is Momo, Jihyo, Sana 👀). I enjoy film and tv. My dream is to one day pursue a masters and career in music as a sound engineer/song master/composer. I’m just working hard now to save all that nice biotech money. Sound equipment is expensive! I love spending time with my friends by watching movies, grabbing food and dessert, going on a hike, etc. My Instagram is (cgzzz_) (feel free to follow me! I post stories more so than actual posts lol

What kind of advice would you be giving? You DO NOT have to have your life figured out, especially at your young age! I know the filial piety is intense, but make sure you enjoy your college days! You may not get the chance to be in this special environment again. Yes, grades may be important for grad school, but it is also important to learn how to treat people! You never know who will be your boss in the future! I had a whole plan of my life, and how I thought I wanted it to turn out. Trust me, my life is nowhere near that but I am so happy and I love my life :)

Best piece of advice you've received? Listen to the lyrics of Vienna by Billy Joel 😌

Preferred method(s) of communication: Phone Number (text/call), Email, Instagram

#uci #biological sciences #Bioprocess Manufacturing Technician #research #dentistry

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natashaismylove · 3 years ago

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Hey! Would you mind doing a gp Top Wanda, preferably with a breeding kink? :)

Babysitting |W. Maximoff

Summary: Wanda comes back home to y/n who has been babysitting her kids.

Pairing: g!p dark mom!wanda x babysitter!reader

Warnings: smut, g!p Wanda, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, Wanda being a creep/perv, lots of breeding kink, degrading, praise, unspecified legal age gap, magic use during sex, bondage, mentions of masturbation, overstimulation. 18+

Word count: 1880

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“Oh, thank you so much, y/n, you’re a true lifesaver.” Wanda smiled as she put down her bag.

You nodded, returning her smile as you leaned back against the kitchen island. “Of course, it’s no problem. I’m happy to watch Billy and Tommy whenever it’s needed.”

Wanda exhaled with a small chuckle. “Again, thank you so much. I didn’t know what to do when the usual babysitter cancelled. Thank god you were available.”

“It’s summer so I don’t have college, I’m free pretty much all the time and right next door so just send me a message whenever you need me.” You assured her.

“Did they go to bed easily?” She asked as she grabbed a bottle of wine from the counter.

“Oh yeah, totally. They were a joy to babysit.”

“Thank god.” She shook her head a little before grabbing two wine glasses, filling them up with the red liquid.

She handed you a glass and you grabbed it, taking a sip before setting it down on the counter. “So, what was it you had to go away for?” you asked her.

“Some school stuff. A meeting for the parents and teachers, just boring really.” She spoke before drinking her wine. “Alright, payment. I’m sure I could transfer the money to you? I don’t have any cash right now.”

“Sure, let me just get my phone out.” You turned around and grabbed your phone from your bag on the counter, putting in the password to open it.

You felt something touch your butt for a second, you quickly brushed away the thought as you looked for the right app to receive the money. Once you felt it again you froze in your spot, Wanda’s hand placed directly on your butt as she leaned over to your ear.

“I think you deserve a bonus.” She whispered.

“Ms. Maximoff?” You said in a questioning tone.

“It’s Wanda, darling.” She spoke in a low voice, her hand trailing over your butt to your hip. She ran her hand over your thigh, slowly inching up towards your pussy. “You need to keep extra quiet, we wouldn’t want to wake up the boys, would we?”

You let out a breath, slowly shaking your head in reply. She placed a kiss below your earlobe, moving her hand up to cup your clothed pussy. “Good girl. Turn around for me.”

You slowly did, coming face to face with her as she smirked at you, and you were sure she could see the nervousness on your face. Her hand reached out, trailing softly over your collarbones and chest before her fingers wrapped around your throat. “Jump up on the counter.” She told you.

She let go of you to let you get onto the counter. You steadied yourself on your palms as Wanda lifted her hand, red glow surrounding her fingers. With the swish of her hand your clothes were all gone, your own hands quickly reaching out to cover your breast.

“None of that.” She spoke, moving her fingers once more to tie your hands together with her magic. Your wrists bound together in front of you, your legs pushed apart with her powers and she slowly crouched down in front of you. “It’s easier if you don’t fight against it.”

She leaned forward, her tongue ever so slightly touching your pussy as she looked up at your face. She moved her tongue around your clit, watching as you tried to not whine in frustration. You couldn’t move your lower body or hands, her powers kept you in that position so you were stuck just taking her teasing.

“I’ve always wanted to see you like this.” She spoke quietly, giving your pussy soft kitten licks every now and then. “All spread out and naked for me.”

“Wha-“

“No talking.” She stopped you. “I’ve watched you for so long. Just my luck that your bedroom window is right across from mine.” She gave a dark chuckle, her lips wrapping around your clit as she sucked before letting go of it, her fingers reaching out to softly rub your clit.

“You’re not very good at closing your curtains.” A smirk lifted the corner of her mouth. “Seeing you change all those times really helped on the days where my imagination wasn’t the best.” She leaned forward to press kisses to the insides of your thighs.

“Do you like knowing that? That I pleasure myself while thinking of you? By watching you?” She spoke, looking directly up at your face. “I would just fuck my fleshlight while imagining it was your pussy I was cumming in. While watching your perfect tits as you took off your shirt through your window.”

Her thumb rubbed your clit harder, her tongue licking up and down your pussy simultaneously. “It turns you on, doesn’t it?” She asked.

You were shocked at the information you were getting, your eyes wide as you stared down at her. “N-no.” You tried to deny it.

She smirked once more. “Then why are you dripping wet, huh? Just clenching around nothing over and over again.”

Your mind froze as you tried to think of something to respond with. Her sweet chuckle sent shivers down your spine as your breathing quickened.

“You can’t lie to me, I can read your mind sweetheart.” She chuckled again. “Now, your thoughts are loud and I can hear how much you want me to lick your pretty pussy. How about you lie back and let me do my work, huh?”

You took in a shaky breath, slowly lying down onto your back as you felt her hands wrap around your thighs. You gasped as she immediately started sucking your clit, her tongue swirling around it as you felt something push against your g-spot inside of you.

Wanda tried to force you into your climax as quickly as she could, using her magic to stimulate your nipples and g-spot. She was desperate to finally see you cum, months and months of imagining it building up to this moment. She could see you getting closer, your back arching and your thighs shaking just a bit. Her mouth worked you as quick as she could, knowing with her mind reading just how to make you feel the best. You let out a loud moan once you came, Wanda moving down to lick up everything you released.

She slowly got up, moving you into a sitting position before grabbing your face and kissing you roughly, deepening the kiss immediately to swirl her tongue with yours, allowing you to taste yourself. She pulled away with a heavy breath, swishing her fingers to remove her own clothes as quickly as possible. Red swirls wrapped around your thighs as your legs were parted even more and lifted up, leaving you completely open in front of Wanda.

She bit her lip and wrapped her fingers around her cock, moving to nudge the tip against your pussy. “Oh how I’ve waited for this.” She said quietly, pushing inside of you with ease.

You let out a soft moan, your hands still bound together as Wanda started to thrust into you. Your mind turned to mush, all you could think about was how good she felt inside of you. You started moaning without thought, her hand quickly covering your mouth.

“Quiet, princess.” She breathed out, her other hand holding onto your thigh as she moved in and out of you. Your moans were muffled, your eyes rolling back into your head as Wanda quickened her pace, bucking her hips forward into you.

“You feel so much better than I could’ve ever imagined.” She groaned. “Such a good pussy… wanna fuck it forever.”

You replied with a moan, unable to speak as her hand kept you quiet. She uncovered your mouth only to nudge it open and push her thumb in. “Suck on it like the brainless little baby you are.” She grunted.

She moaned, her eyes fluttering closed for a second before she looked back at you. “You needed some cock, huh? You needed to be fucked good didn’t you? Such a pretty cockslut…”

Her thumb pressed down on your tongue, making you cough. She hummed before removing her thumb, moving her hand to hold onto the back of your head. “You like being fucked right here in my kitchen? Being used like as my personal fuck toy? You’re gonna love it when I breed you, when I fill your pussy up with so much cum.”

You whined loudly. “Fuck- plea-“

“Shut up.” She said sternly, her hand covering your mouth once more. She fucked you harder, the skin around your pussy was red from her slamming into you. “I’m gonna watch my cum drip out of your pussy, knowing that you’ll be all nice and pregnant from this in just a while. You’ll be so needy for me, wanting me to fuck you all the time because your hormones will be a mess.”

Tears ran down your cheeks as she thrusted into you. You were nearing another orgasm. The way she spoke turned you on so much and you almost hoped her words were true.

“You ready for my cum, baby?” She spoke out of breath. You nodded quickly, desperate to have her fill you up. “Oh fuck~”

She let out a moan before stilling inside of you, your own orgasm was forced out of you as you felt her cum in you. She was breathing heavily, staring at your face before pulling her hips back, snapping them forward as you let out a cry at the overstimulation.

“One more, you can cum once more. I’m not done filling you up.”

You whined as she began to fuck you again, you weren’t sure if you could take another one but you weren’t gonna argue with her. “You’ve been such a good girl.” She praised, kissing your cheek. “Just wanna cum in you one more time.”

She kept fucking you, more tears spilling down your cheeks as your skin slapped together. Her grunts and moans made you feel so good, giving a warm feeling inside of you. Her hand moved from your mouth, her lips were on yours in a second as she kissed you hungrily.

“Ok, you need to cum now. Think you can do that for me?” She breathed out as she looked at you.

You tried to nod, your entire body was so tired at this point and she could see it. She felt you clench around her, allowing her to finally finish in you again as you both came. “There we go…” she said softly.

She let go of her magic, quickly holding you up as your body slumped against hers. “It’s ok.”

She carried you to the couch, lying you down on top of her as she put out a blanket over the two of you. She stroked your hair as you tried to catch your breath, her occasionally pressing a kiss to your head.

“Don’t worry, it’s all ok now.” she whispered. “I’m gonna take good care of you now that you belong to me…”

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chrisbitchtree · 2 years ago

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(I'm So Happy To Be) Stuck With You

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!!! 💕💕💕 Please join me in celebrating Billy and Steve’s love!!

Thank you to @gracethieved for supplying this great prompt!!

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***

Looking back on the day, as he and Steve stand side by side in Hopper’s workshop, waiting for the chief of police to cut through the handcuffs connecting the two of them, Billy can admit to himself that this wasn’t his brightest idea.

Hopper’s grumbling about what idiots they are, both for getting themselves into this situation, and for not coming to him sooner, after already chewing them out for interrupting his Valentine’s Day date with Joyce, but it’s all worth it when he tells them they’re free. Billy can only hope that Steve doesn’t storm off now that he’s not forced to be by Billy’s side.

***

It all starts three days before, when he and Steve are discussing their plans for Valentine’s Day. It’s their first one as a couple, but Billy has to watch Max that night, so that his dad and Susan can go out, so he wants to celebrate it on the 13th, because it’s the first time he’s been with anyone on Valentine’s Day and he loves Steve, even if he hasn’t said it yet. He’s planning to say it for the first time that night, letting himself be vulnerable in a way he hasn’t been in a long time, but Steve has to go and ruin it.

“I’m sorry, Billy, but I can’t celebrate that night. I have a huge English test on the 14th, and it could make or break me going to college. Not all of us are smart enough that it’s guaranteed that we’ll get in everywhere we apply. I promise we’ll celebrate the next weekend.”

Billy knows he’s being a brat, but it doesn’t stop the words that come out of his mouth. “Some of us actually have to try at school. Not all of us have rich daddies who’ll take care of us if we don’t get in somewhere.”

He immediately knows from the look on Steve’s face that he’s taken things too far. Steve’s sensitive about his parent’s wealth. Billy knows that wasn’t always the case, but Steve’s tried really hard in the last year or so to eschew the protection his parent’s wealth has afforded him and tried to make it on his own. Billy’s really proud of him, and now he’s hit Steve right where it hurts.

“I’m so-“ Billy starts, but Steve cuts him off, turning towards his desk.

“I think you should go, Billy. I have studying to do.” He sits and opens the battered copy of Hamlet sitting in front of him. Billy’s supposed to help him with it, but he has a feeling his assistance is no longer wanted.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay and help?” he asks, softly.

“No thanks, I’ll call Nancy if I’m stuck.” Ouch, that one hurts. Steve knows that Billy’s not the biggest fan of Steve’s friendship with his ex, but he supposes he deserves it, so he just leaves instead of biting back.

He drives home with a lump in his throat and tears threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes, but he thankfully manages to hold it in until he’s back home, in his room under the covers. Once he’s there, they pour, soaking into his shirt and blanket like a heavy summer rain.

He feels stupid and embarrassed, and frankly, underneath it all, still a little upset with Steve. He knows it’s not his fault that he needs to study, but Billy wishes he was more important than anything else in the world to Steve, and right now it definitely doesn’t feel like he is.

He falls asleep with his nose stuffed and head pounding from the drove of tears, his heart hurting and feeling about two inches tall, and in the morning, he doesn’t feel much better. As soon as Neil lets him leave the table after their mandatory family time Sunday breakfast, he heads out to the nearest payphone.

He’s praying that Steve picks up, but when he gets Steve’s mom’s snotty voice telling him that they’re not home right now and to leave a message, he hangs up and tries again, achieving the same result. He stands in the phonebooth, fighting the urge to drive over to Steve’s house, knowing it’s best to give him space. That lasts about five hours.

Billy knows that Steve works that afternoon, so after a few hours of stewing in his room, chain smoking cigarettes and lifting weights, he showers, does his hair and heads over to Family Video. He can see Steve retreating into the backroom as he approaches the door, and Billy’s left to talk to Buckley.

“Hey, Billy,” she greets him, tone neutral. “If you’re looking for Steve, you just missed him. It’s dead, so I sent him home early.”

“I just saw him go into the backroom,” Billy replies, peering over her shoulder.

Robin shakes her head. “Nope, sorry. He’s not here.”

Billy sighs. “Well, if you’re talking to him anytime soon, can you tell him that I’m sorry, and I’d like a chance to tell him directly?” He can only hope that Steve can hear him from his hiding spot.

Buckley nods. “Sure, I’ll let him know.”

Billy has no reason to stay after that, but he doesn’t really want to go home yet, so he drives around for a while, eventually parking on the side of a backroad where he can sit and feel like shit in peace.

***

Steve doesn’t return the two calls Billy places to his house later that night, so Billy officially decides to wait for Steve to come to him. He doesn’t, and it tears Billy apart, especially when he gets to the cafeteria on Monday to find Steve already sitting with Nancy and Jonathan, instead of their usual table with the rest of the basketball team.

Billy sulks, barely tasting the fries he’s absentmindedly dipping in ketchup as Tommy yammers on, telling some completely made-up story about banging Wheeler’s mom at a motel on the outskirts of town the night before. He keeps trying to sneak glances at Steve and is met with sympathetic smiles from Nancy until he throws the remainder of his lunch in the trash and heads to smoke under the bleachers until the bell rings and he can at least try to focus on his classes.

***

By Tuesday night, Steve still hasn’t spoken to him, so Billy gets desperate. He heads to Hopper’s to pick up Max, bringing along, as requested a book that Max borrowed from El and forgot to return. He rings the bell and he’s greeted by Hopper who takes the book and goes to get Max.

That’s when Billy sees them, Hopper’s handcuffs, sitting near the door, not even locked. Perfect. He pockets them just before Hopper returns with Max. They drive home in silence, Billy already formulating a plan for the morning. By the time to go to bed, he’s sure this is going to work.

***

The next morning, Valentine’s Day, he gets up extra early, putting a lot of extra care and attention into how he looks. He rushes Max out the door the second she’s done eating, determined to beat Steve to school. He has to for the plan to work. He drops Max off at school, then heads to the Hawkins High parking lot to wait.

Before long, Steve arrives and Billy sprints out of the car, determined to reach his boyfriend before he can run away without hearing Billy out again. Steve tries, gathering his books and walking as fast as his long legs will allow, which is almost too fast for Billy to keep up, but he’s finally able to grab him by the back of the coat.

“Steve, I know you’re mad at me, but we need to talk. I at least want a chance to say I’m sorry for how I acted and what I said.” He gets it out in a rush before Steve can push him off.

“I’m sorry, Billy, but I’m not ready to talk yet. I’ll let you know when, ok?” he holds his books to his chest nervously, looking exhausted.

It breaks Billy’s heart, but he can’t wait any longer. He removes his handcuffed hand from his jacket pocket and gets Steve’s hand cuffed in before he can protest. “No, Steve. We’re going to talk, ok? I can’t take this anymore. If I uncuff you, do you promise that you’ll talk to me?”

Steve sighs, sounding resigned. “Fine, ok. Let me go, and I’ll give you two minutes.”

Billy’s shaking he’s so happy. The same joyful shaking causes him to drop the keys to the handcuffs down a sewer grate the second he extracts them from his pocket. He and Steve both stare at the grate in horror for a minute, as if that’s going to get the keys back, before Steve starts to panic. “What the fuck, Billy. Please tell me you have another set of keys. I have to take that test in two hours. Tell me you have a solution.”

Billy desperately wishes he could say yes. He looks up to see Steve’s face red with anger.

“I’m going to kill you Billy,” he growls.

“I thought you had a test to write? Might be kind of hard to do that from jail.” Billy knows it’s not the time for jokes, but he can’t help trying to defuse some of the tension. Not surprisingly, it doesn’t work.

Steve looks ready to throw down. “Fine. I’m going to write this stupid test, then I’m going to kill you.” He drags Billy behind him as he marches into the school.

Trying to fight the blush he can feel covering his cheeks, Billy follows Steve down the hallway towards their lockers. Of course, they’re on the far side of the school, so what feels like every single student at Hawkins High gawks at them as the metal rattles between them. Their lockers are only two apart from each other, but it’s just far enough that they can’t each get into their own at the same time, and neither wants to give into the other, so they keep pulling each other back and forth. It’s not even 9am and Bill’s already sick of this stupid plan. Sick of the cold metal cutting into his wrist, and sick of only having the use of one hand. already over this stupid plan. The only thing he accomplished was making Steve madder at him than he already was anyway. He can’t even imaging what coach is going to say when they shows up as basketball practice like this after school. Finally, after ten minutes of bickering and one near miss when the poor freshman that has the misfortune of having one of the lockers between Billy and Steve tries to get her books into hers, they‘re were on their way to home room. If there’s one thing they can be thankful for today, it’s that they have most of the same classes and the same lunch period. Billy will have to skip his own English class to accompany Steve to his own so he can write his test. Home room is fine, since it’s just Ms. Click rambling on about the upcoming fundraising bake sale that the cheerleading team is putting on in the cafeteria at lunch and a reminder to show school spirit by cheering on the Hawkins Tigers basketball team this coming Friday’s game. Billy makes a mental note to get to lunch early so he doesn’t miss out on Chrissy Cunningham’s chocolate cupcakes. Steve loves chocolate. Maybe that’ll cheer him up a bit and get him to finally listen to Billy’s apology. It hasn’t occur to either him or Steve until they get to math class that that writing will be a problem since Steve’s right handed and Billy’s left handed, and of course it’s Steve’s right hand and Billy’s left that’re cuffed together. For fuck sake. They just can’t win. Mr. Jones eyes them suspiciously when they slide their desks together. “Hargrove, Harrington. What are you two doing back there?” He makes his way to the back of the room, and they hold up their wrists for his inspection.

“A stupid dare,” Steve mutters. “We’re going to deal with it as soon as we can, but we didn’t want to miss any schoolwork.”

After the amount of classes they’ve both skipped, Mr. Jones can’t really argue with that, so he leaves them to it.

The majority of the class is spent dragging their conjoined hands back and forth, leaving pencil marks all over their desks and papers, until Billy promises that he’ll share his notes with Steve later if Steve lets him do the writing. It really isn’t much better that way though, what with having to drag Steve along with him every time he moves his pencil.

And Steve isn’t doing much to help, turning his hand into a dead weight, lower lip stuck out like a pouting child. Billy takes a deep breath, stopping himself before he can say anything rude or hurtful. He got them into this mess in the first place, so he just has to take what Steve gives.

They tell the same tale to their history teacher, Ms. Simmons, and she leaves them be, so that class goes much the same, Billy writing notes and Steve making it as difficult as possible.

Halfway through class, he can see Steve start to tense up out of the corner of his eye, looking paler than he did earlier, and a little green, and at first Billy thinks Steve’s going to be sick. There’s been a bug floating around the school for the past month, so he’s not surprised. He prepares himself to run to the garbage can in the corner of the room, but then he remembers Steve’s upcoming test.

“Hey,” he whispers, trying to get Steve’s attention.

Steve barely spares him a glance, but Billy can tell he’s listening. “You’re going to do great on your test. I promise. I know you know your stuff; we’ve been studying for weeks with our special method. The special method had been that for each question Steve got right, Billy took off an article of clothing, and he if got them all right, Billy would suck his dick. It had been a rousing success.

Steve turns slightly, giving Billy the barest hint of a smile. “I know, I’m just worried that Mrs. Cartwright won’t let me take the test with you attached to my wrist. What if she says no? What then?”

Billy longs to run a soothing hand over his back, but he doesn’t think that’ll be received too well, so he settles for what he hopes are reassuring words. “Come on, pretty boy, you know how much Mrs. C likes me. I’ll sweet talk her into t if I have to.” He throws in a wink for good measure, and Steve only grimaces slightly in return. Billy will take that as a win.

The next awkward scenario they encounter is the washroom. Billy votes to hold it all day, but Steve insists he has to piss before English. “There’s no way I’m going to be able to focus with a full bladder, man.”

Billy sighs. “Maybe you should have forgone your three morning coffees for once.”

Steve turns to him, and if looks could kill, Billy would be dead right now. “You know I need caffeine to wake up in the mornings, and it’s not like I knew I was going to be chained to someone all day when I drank them!”

Ok, fair point.

Billy lets Steve drag him into the washroom, and tries not to look as Steve whips his dick out. They finish up quickly, and head to Steve’s English class. Hopefully his own English teacher doesn’t miss him too much. He’s sure she won’t though. He’s been on rocky ground in that class since he challenged her opinions on the Great Gatsby a couple weeks ago.

Mrs. Cartwright is on them the second they enter the class, handcuffs clanking between them. “Good morning, Steven,” She says, an amused smile on her face. “You’ve brought a visitor with you today? You know I can’t allow that on a regular day, let alone when we have a test.”

Billy gives her a megawatt smile, stepping in front of Steve to explain. “Hi, Mrs. C., I know Steve has a test today, but I’m hoping you’ll still let him write it, even with me hanging around. Literally.” He holds up their attached wrists and she rolls her eyes at his lame attempt at a joke but lets him go on. “It’s my fault that we’re cuffed together. It was a stupid prank and I take full responsibility for it. So please let Steve write the test. I know it’s important. Please, please let him write it.”

At first, she seems unsure of what to say, but thankfully, she must hear the sincerity in his tone, because she relents. “Alright, you can both stay, but not a peep out of you the entire class, Mr. Hargrove, and if you guys show up like this again tomorrow, I’m not letting you in.”

They agree, and take their seats, Steve visibly shaking as he sits down. Mrs. Cartwright distributes the tests, and Billy whispers to Steve, trying to remind him to take calming breaths. Steve does, then resumes tapping his pencil on his desk.

Mrs. Cartwright puts the test facedown on Steve’s desk, wishing him luck as she walks away.

Once she says they can, the students flip over the tests. Billy pulls a book out his bag and ready with his free hand while letting Steve drag his left hand all over. He seems to be writing quickly, which Billy thinks is a good thing. He just hopes that Steve’s taking enough time to think his answers through. He really needs a good mark on this.

In the blink of an eye, the bell is ringing to signify the end of class, and with it, the test. Steve drops his pencil and lets out a breath so big, Billy thinks he may have been holding it in for weeks. His shoulders visibly relax, and the jittering doesn’t fully stop, but it lessens.

“Can I buy you lunch?” Billy asks.

Steve doesn’t reply, but he does nod, so Billy takes that as a yes. They stop at their lockers to drop off their books, better coordinated than they were earlier in the morning, aided by the fact that the girl they bumped into earlier sees them and turns right back around the way she came.

Books deposited securely in their lockers, they head to the cafeteria, making a beeline for the bake sale table and Chrissy’s cupcakes. Billy shells out for four of them, much to Chrissy’s delight, her ponytail bouncing and smile a mile wide as she hands them over.

“How are you and Munson doing? He get you anything for Valentine’s Day?” Steve asks as she takes the bills Billy hands her. The previous fall, Cunningham and her boyfriend, Jason, had broken up, and to everyone’s shock, she’d taken up with Eddie Munson, guitarist for local band Corroded Coffin, leader of Hawkins High’s DnD club, and the town’s premier drug dealer. Billy had been surprised, but she seemed genuinely happy for the first time since he’d met her, so who’s he to judge?

“We’re good. Really good.” Her smile grows impossibly wider as she fishes something out from her uniform. It’s a chain with a guitar pick swinging from it. It’s sweet, and Billy’s happy to see that she’s being treated right.

Billy hands Steve the plate of cupcakes and leads him to the lunch line, where he buys them both a burger, fries, and a coke. They sit with the basketball team, Billy telling them to shove off when they start ribbing them for spending Valentine’s Day of all day attached to each other.

“But-“ Tommy tried to get out.

“This is the last time I tell you to shut your fucking mouth, Hagan.” Billy says, his eyes like daggers as he tosses a fry at the idiots head.

“I think I need a smoke. Steve, join me?”

“It’s not like I have a choice” Steve grumbles, grabbing his bag.

Tommy stands to join them, and Billy shoots him a look. “Not you, asshole.”

Tommy sits, and Billy and Steve make their way out to the bleachers.

“So, who do these belong to anyway, Hopper?” Steve asks as Billy lights his smoke for him. “He’s going to kill you when he finds out.”

Billy nods, filing that away as a conversation he’s not eager to have, right along with the one he knows Steve’s going to want to have with him about his recent behaviour.

They smoke in silence for a few minutes, giving Billy just a little bit longer, but soon, Steve turns to him.

“So, you wanna talk about why you handcuffed us together this morning, Bills?”

“It’s stupid,” Billy mumbles. “Embarrassing.” He takes one last puff of his smoke before stubbing it out under his boot.

Steve motions for him to continue.

“At first, I was just upset because I wanted to celebrate Valentine’s Day with you. I’ve never had a valentine before, and I got all excited.”

Steve had a hint of a smile on his face as he bumped Billy’s shoulder with his own. “Awwwww, I’m your valentine, Billy? I’m honoured.”

“Shut it, Harrington.” Billy replied, but there was no heat behind it. “Anyway, I know I was being a baby about it, but I wanted a special night for the two of us. We don’t get to do special a lot. But then I had to go act like an idiot and ruin it all. Sorry, again, by the way, for what I said. I still feel like a piece of shit about it.

I just built it up so big in my head, and got scared that it wouldn’t just be a little breathing room, and that you’d never talk to me again, so I got desperate. Hence the handcuffs. Clearly not my best idea ever. And now you’re pissed at me, and Hopper is going to be pissed at me.

It’s just that we’re reaching the end of our senior year. We might not end up going to college together, and are we really going to make long distance work? If you even want to try long distance? I never even bothered to ask. Maybe you want your freedom, so you can bang other people. Then you’re going to meet a chick and marry her, and where will that leave me?” Billy knew he was rambling but was finding it hard to stop.

“Woah,” Steve said, placing a hand on Billy’s shoulder. “First, I’m not pissed at you, Billy. I mean, I am, about the handcuffs, but not the other stuff. Yes, I was upset about what you said, but I know you don’t mean it, and we all say things we don’t mean when we’re upset, sometimes. Honestly, I should have communicated better. I just needed some time to get the studying done. We’re going to have to talk through the other stuff later, but I promise you that I have no intention of running off with someone else. I like you a lot, and we have a good thing going. I don’t want to lose that. If I forgive you, will you forgive me?”

Billy nodded. “Deal. Now, we have a couple hours until basketball practice. We can’t skip, because you know how much shit coach gave us last time, but until then, can I take my valentine for a milkshake at Benny’s? I promise, as soon as my dad and Susan are gone tonight, I’ll talk to Hopper and figure out how to get these things off.”

“Ok,” Steve nodded, his smile brightening. “I’ll allow it.”

***

Benny, the owner of Benny’s Burgers, is rumoured to be in a relationship with Mr. Scott, the middle school science teacher, so his restaurant is Billy and Steve’s favourite. They feel comfortable and safe there.

Benny barely bats an eye at the handcuffs when he brings them their shake, nor does he mention the fact that he’s put two straws in one strawberry shake. In fact, when they try to pay, he says it’s on the house, a kind smile on his face.

Billy and Steve sit and talk for over an hour, reminiscing about the memories they’ve made in their time together, and laughing about the time they spent as rivals when Billy first rolled into Hawkins. It seems silly now, to think that there was a time that they weren’t best friends, lovers, and so much more.

Once they’ve drained the milkshake and they’re skirting on the edge of the school day, they head back to Hawkins High to face the coach.

***

It’s not until they get to the locker room that they realize that since they’re attached, they can’t change into their gym shirts. They walk out into the gym in their standard issue green Hawkins High gym shorts, Billy in a grey Henley and his jean jacket, and Steve in a blue and pink striped polo.

“Harrington, Hargrove, what the hell is going on?” Coach asks, the second they step into the gym, his eyes laser focused on them.

“Well…”

“Ummm…”

“Laps. The both of you. No stopping until practice is over.” He shakes his head. “Not sure why I would expect anything more from my co-captains…”

Well, that could have gone much worse, Billy thinks, as he and Steve start to jog around the perimeter of the gym. It’s hard for them to keep pace with each other, as Steve’s longer legs lend to longer strides, but they do their best to meet in the middle.

They try to take their punishment seriously, for the sake of saving face with the coach, but it’s hard with the stupid handcuffs clanging between them. He’s starting to feel like he and Steve are prisoners on the run. At first, it’s just a giggle that escapes him, but before long, Steve joins in, and they get louder and louder, until they can barely move, doubled over with laughter.

“Are you two looking to stay an extra hour and run some more laps?” Coach calls from the other side of the gym. That shuts them up quick. They need to get out of here as soon as possible and get these stupid things off.

Finally practice ends, and after they put the balls away in the equipment storage room, per the coach’s instructions, and head to the locker room to shower. It doesn’t occur to them until that point that that won’t be easy. Billy votes for just skipping the shower, but Steve votes shower and Billy is hardly going to argue with him.

Billy has to remember to try to look uncomfortable having Steve’s naked body so close to him. It’s not easy, because fuck, he has a beautiful body and Billy’s obsessed with it. But he has to remain calm. No boners allowed.

Steve showers first, with Billy holding Steve’s shirt at his wrist, trying as best as he can to keep it out of the spray of the shower, but Steve has no such concerns for Billy’s body. He does everything he can to make sure Billy gets as wet as possible. When he’s sure no one is looking, he throws Billy a wink.

Steve takes forever to finish his shower, one handed as he is. It’s not exactly like Billy can help him without raising suspicions Once Steve is done and toweled off, he holds Billy’s shirt while he has his turn. He’s quick about it because he knows Max will be waiting.

When they get out to the Camaro, Max is leaning against it, backpack slung over one shoulder and her skateboard under one arm.

“Hey, shitbird,” Billy says, by way of greeting.

“Hey, Max.” Steve adds, tisking fondly at Billy.

“Hey, asshole… and Steve?” Max replies as she hops into the backseat and buckles her seatbelt. Once she’s in, Billy and Steve begin awkwardly shuffling into the car, Steve having to climb awkwardly over the centre console, almost hitting his head on the way over.

“Do I even want to know what this is about?” Max asks, sighing.

Billy isn’t sure what to say. Max knows he and Steve are friends, but he can never be sure if that’s all she knows, and he’s definitely not going to ask.

Steve just laughs. “Probably not.”

Thankfully, she doesn’t mention it again, except to ask where they got the cuffs, and what they’re going to do about it.

“They’re Hopper’s. You up for a trip to see El at the cabin this evening?”

“Oh shit,” she laughs. “He’s going to kill you when he finds out you took his handcuffs. And lost the keys. And he’s having Joyce over tonight. He rented El and Will a movie and he’s ordering them pizza and making Joyce a nice dinner. He’s gonna be extra pissed at you for interrupting that.”

Billy gulps. Of course, this can’t be easy. And on top of that, he has to somehow explain to Neil how he came to have Steve Harrington handcuffed to him. He asks Max if she has any ideas about how to get around that.

“Simple,” she says, way to comfortable with making up lies on the spot. “You call Neil from and my mom from the arcade and tell him you’ve brought me there to play some games for a bit. My mom isn’t making dinner tonight, so they won’t care. As long as you guys are detached by the time they get home at 10, you’ll be good.”

Billy nods and Steve thanks her. She’s a genius.

***

The plan goes off without a hitch, Susan quickly agreeing, telling Billy to have Max home in time to do her homework.

That taken care of, Steve insists on taking Max for a burger before they head to Joyce’s, so they head back to Benny’s for the second time that day.

This time, they actually spot Mr. Clarke among the crowd of kids grabbing an after school snack to ruin their dinner with. He’s sitting at the counter, and Benny’s handing him a plate of heart shaped pancakes, with bacon on top, also arranged in the shape of a heart. The two men are having a lively conversation of some sort, Mr. Clarke’s arms waving all around, as if explaining something, and Benny’s head is thrown back in laughter. It makes Billy smile to see them together. It gives Billy hope for his future with Steve, seeing two older queer men living a happy, comfortable life.

Once they’re done there, they head to Joyce’s house. Billy thinks about calling ahead but decides it might honestly be better to just show up unannounced. There’s a small chance that he’ll yell less in person. Or maybe he’ll yell more. Only one way to find out.

Once they arrive at the Byers’ house, they get out of the car and walk up to the front door, placing Max in front of them for protection. They ring the bell and wait. Will appears at the front door a minute later, El peering over his shoulder.

“Uh, hey guys, is Hopper here?” Even as he says it, he can already hear Hopper’s heavy footfall as he makes his way to the door.

El and Will retreat back into the living room and they’re face to face with Hopper, his arms crossed over his chest. “So, here to return something to me?” Of course, he’s already figured out it was Billy that took the cuffs. Max, the little rat, pushes past him to join El and Will.

Billy gives Hopper his most charming grin as he holds up his and Steve’s conjoined wrists. “Sorry? Please help get them off?” It comes out like a question, and he flinches, waiting for Hopper to tear into them.

Hopper sighs. “You know, I’m not even going to ask what happened here. I’m way too happy today to care. Please just promise that it won’t happen again. Ok? Just one question though, why didn’t you just use the keys?”

Billy and Steve mumble something about the sewer grate, and Hopper just shakes his head. He grabs his coat, leading them out to his shed. Minutes later, after some assistance from a pair of bolt cutters, they’re free. They both rub their wrists, sighing in relief and thanking Hopper.

“You know,” Hopper says, as they head back to the house. “If there’s somewhere you’d rather be tonight than watching Max, we’ve already ordered a pizza for Will and El, and they’ve rented a movie. Max can stay, if you want to pick her up at about 9?”

They take him up on the offer immediately, thanking him profusely. Billy lets Max know the plan for the evening, then he and Steve hop in the car and head to Steve’s house as quickly as they can. They’ve got three hours, and it feels like they've got a lot of lost time to make up for.

Once they’re in Steve’s bed though, they take it slowly, because what’s a few days when they think of all the years they’ll be together. Really, they’ve got all the time in the world.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #harringrove fic #valentine's day #harringrove valentine #my fic #chrisbitchtree writes

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dominantslasherking · 3 years ago

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More Billy and Stu x Vampire Male Reader

Billy and Stu with dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+

Billy held in a whine of pleasure as our sharp fangs sink into his neck, pulling him into your chest as you began to drink his blood. "Cmon Billy, let out some moans, let the other college students catch you being all mushy and such a slut," Stu whispered seductively in Billy's ear with a grin.

You release your fangs from Billy's neck, his sweet blood dripping down your chin, as Stu came over to you, and licked up Billy's blood, before pulling you into a kiss.

Billy wiped the excess blood from his neck, his he let out sultry breaths, watching as you suddenly took your fill on Stu, who giggled with delight for it was finally his turn.

After finishing your delicious blood meals, you looked at your hot and bothered boyfriends giving a smile with your bloody fangs.

"I think I had an orgasm-" Billy hushed out, his legs slightly wobbly as he clutched your shoulder. Stu mindlessly nodded his head.

"Well, I just used one of my abilities, which replaced the pain with pleasure, glad it worked." You let out a hum of accomplishment.

"Lets go, we shall do what humans called...' class ditching' for I have dinner reservations for the two of you, I rented the restaurant out... it's your favorite...sushi." You grinned, before grabbing your put-away umbrella.

Billy and Stu looked at each other, not minding the idea, but they'd missed so many classes already they didn't want to fail the college courses.

"We can't...we already missed so much class that if we miss anymore we will get kicked out..." Billy muttered in disappointment, Stu rolled his eyes and spoke up, "Yeah, it totally sucks!"

You nodded your head slowly before speaking, "Yes, I assumed that would have happened sooner or later, glad I brought the college." You spoke calmly.

Both Stu and Billy looked at you in utter confusion and awe, "You...what..?" Stu spoke watching as you exit the storage room, Billy and Stu following after quickly.

Billy watched as you walked your way over to a teacher who was giving him and Stu problems in class, "Mrs. Balcom, do you mind if I take two of your students?" You motion over to Billy, as you bend down slightly to look at the shocked woman who stared into your deep red eyes.

Her eyes only for a moment glazed or to Billy and then Stu with a large gulp as she stared back into your eyes which were now dead cold as if telling her not to reject or there will be consequences.

"O-Of course not- F-Feel free to tak-" Before she could finish you spoke with a clearly fake happy voice, "Oh, Goodie!" You popped open your umbrella, "I'm glad you saw things my way." You gave a cold laugh to the woman as she started to shake uncontrollably from the fright, she suddenly dropped to the floor.

"Mrs. Balcom!" One of the students cried out by the doorway of her class, quickly checking if she was all right, "Not to fret, she just passed out." You told the student before standing up straight.

Your shadowing looming over the student as well, not expecting the student to faint as well once he looked into your eyes.

Stu looked at the sight in amusement, "What did you do?" Stu wondered as you just looked at him and shrugged, "Who knows..." You muttered wondering why they passed out...

"Come along now darlings, I'm sure you're famished."

#poly ghostface #billy and stu #billy and stu x reader #Billy loomis x male reader #Billy x male reader #Stu macher x male reader #billy loomis x male reader x stu macher #billy loomis x reader x stu marcher #billy x reader x stu #billy x male reader x stu #slasher x male reader #slashers x reader #slashers x male reader

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writerwhowritesao3 · 3 years ago

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🏀 👨🏻‍🍼

Hi!!

👨🏻‍🍼 Do you think he’d ever want children? If yes, would he want a boy or girl? What would he name them?

Hmm..... I feel like throughout his adolescence, and young adulthood, the thought of having a kid, of caring for and raising an entire human being, scares the shit out of him.

But something happens in his late 20s. Maybe it’s being successful in his career. Maybe it’s his 10 year strong relationship with Steve and the fact that not only are they still stable and madly in love, but better than they were when they were teenagers and how they’re still growing together and supporting each other.

Maybe it’s the years of therapy that he’s been doing to unpack, process, and heal from...well...everything.

Suddenly, the thought of having kids doesn’t make him want to puke from anxiety. He no longer wants to throw himself out the window when Steve broaches the subject. He actually finds himself thinking about the future and in that future, he and Steve are parents.

He and Steve start to have serious discussions about it. They figure out the financial aspects of parenthood. They start going to couples therapy together, just to be on the safe side. They look into adoption agencies, trying to find some that worked with gay and lesbian couples.

They have it in their minds that they would be adopting a baby.

But then, one of Steve’s cousins dies unexpectedly. She’s a single mother of three kids: a 6-year-old boy, a 4-year-old girl, and an infant girl.

They adopt the kids. It works out extraordinarily well considering the circumstances. The kids already know them, so they wouldn’t be going to strangers. They still live close to Steve’s family, so the kids wouldn’t be taken away from their relatives and friends. And most importantly, the kids wouldn’t be going into foster care where they would most likely be split up.

Is it all rainbows and sunshine? No of course not. But hey, that’s parenthood. And anyway, the good times far outweigh the bad. Their little family bonds and strengthens. Billy and Steve love their kids and they make sure that their kids know they’re loved.

🏀 Do you think Neil would go to his championship basketball games? Or would he be the only teammate without anyone cheering him on?

A few ways I could see this playing out. Also, I don’t know basketball, like at all, so if there are any inaccuracies....sorry.

Billy’s playing some pretty major games. As in, there are college scouts coming to these games. The only way Billy would be able to go to college is if he got a scholarship. Billy really wants to go to college. He plays his hardest and he plays his fucking best.

At a critical point in the game, Billy makes a free throw/foul shot. He nails it. He kind of zones out during, so he can’t exactly remember making the shot, but he does remember the ball going through the hoop.

I can see the Neil situation playing out in a few ways.

Scenario 1: Neil tells Billy that he’s going to the game. Billy obviously doesn’t voice this, but he doesn’t believe him. Neil has gone to maybe...2 games during Billy’s entire basketball playing experience. Susan goes to every game she can. Max sometimes goes with Susan—and she also goes to the games Susan can’t make it to. Dustin goes to the games, too, because Steve is playing.

Anyway. Billy nails the shot. After he does, he looks out into the stands. And sees Neil. He sees his dad sitting on the bleachers with Susan and Max. He’s so surprised that his dad actually showed. Like, Billy literally did a double take.

Billy plays well for the rest of the game. Hawkins High wins by 2 points.

His dad saw him nail a free throw. His dad actually came to his game. It doesn’t change anything. Neil is still an abusive asshole. But still. Billy is really happy he came.

Scenario 2: Neil tells Billy he can’t go to the game. He has a shift during that time. No big deal. His dad, like, never goes to his games. Susan said that she was coming, and Susan has kept every promise she ever made to him, so Billy knows that she’s going to be there. If he’s being honest with himself, he’s a little bit bummed that his dad isn’t going to be there, but at least he’ll have one parent there. It’s not like he won’t have anyone in the stands for him. It’s fine.

He nails the free throw. He looks in the stands and sees Susan and Max...and then sees Neil. He’s not sitting with them, or even sitting at all. He’s standing next to the bleachers by the doors, wearing his work clothes, like he arrived late. After the game Susan is also surprised to see him. She thinks that Neil is predictable in a lot of ways, and even predictable in his volatility. She never thought he would trade shifts with someone to come to Billy’s game.

Scenario 3: Neil tells Billy he’s coming to the game. Billy doesn’t think he actually will.

He nails the free throw. He sees Susan and Max in the stands. He doesn’t see Neil. He plays well for the rest of the game. His team wins.

After the game, he’s saying hi to Susan and Max before going to the locker room to get his things. He and Steve have plans to go out for pizza with the rest of the team (meaning, he and Steve will dip out early to go off on their own together). Billy would rather spend time with his boyfriend than be at home with his dad.

“He was supposed to meet us here,” Susan says apologetically.

“It’s fine,” Billy shrugs. Like it doesn’t bother him. Like his throat isn’t tightening up.

“You were great out there! I mean that...that throw you did? When you were on the line? Fantastic. Really, it was,” Susan says with a smile. “So proud of you, honey.”

“Thanks,” Billy says. He smiles back. Like he’s not biting down on the inside of his cheek to ground himself.

“Mom crossed herself before you made the shot,” Max says dryly, smirking.

“Oh, I did not!” Susan says. She’s not religious, like at all. They go to church together sometimes, but Billy knows she isn’t into it and she only goes because it’s not worth the inevitable fight with Neil about not going. Billy once overheard Susan and her sister Deirdre talk about how badly Catholicism fucked their mother up, and how even though their mother raised them with love and kindness, they had been fucked up by the Church as well.

Still. Old habits die hard. Over the years, Billy had absolutely seen Susan mutter a prayer and cross herself.

“Yeah, she did,” Max whispers loudly.

Billy laughs with his sister. Like his heart hasn’t dropped down to his guts.

He shoves the hurt down to deal with later. Or not at all. He feels pretty stupid and childish for being upset over this. He didn’t expect his dad to come anyway.

He goes out with the team. He sneaks away with Steve. They meet up at the quarry. Billy rides him in the front seat of the Camaro. He doesn’t plan on telling Steve that Neil said he would come and then didn’t. There’s nothing to be gained from talking about it. Steve knows that Neil is a fucking asshole. Billy certainly knows that Neil is a fucking asshole.

“So. You gonna tell me what’s wrong?” Steve asks. Their clothes are back on. They’re sharing a cig.

He can’t hide his emotions from Steve. Steve can’t hide his emotions from him. They know each other way too intimately. It’s both infuriating and comforting.

“Neil said he would come to the game,” Billy shrugs. Steve doesn’t say anything. “I knew he wouldn’t,” Billy continues.

Steve stays quiet. He puts a hand on Billy’s knee and lightly rubs it with his thumb.

“I knew he wouldn’t come,” Billy says. “But, like...I dunno. I guess some tiny, microscopic part of me hoped that he would?”

He rolls his eyes as he feels them start to prickle and water. He shouldn’t be crying over this. He knew his dad wasn’t going to come.

“Like...’maybe I’m wrong’,” he says. “’Maybe I’ll look up and...and see my dad in the stands.’ Stupid me, right?”

Steve doesn’t give him the automatic response of “you’re not stupid.” He knows that Billy’s just venting.

“I didn’t realize how much I wanted him to come until he didn’t,” Billy says softly. He breathes out a small, humorless laugh. “He hit me with an extension cord two days ago and I still wanted him to come to the game and I was bummed that he didn’t. How fucked is that?”

“Your old man fucking sucks,” Steve finally said.

Billy laughs wetly.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “My old man fucking sucks.”

Billy lights another cig. He takes a couple drags before handing it to Steve.

“I looked over at the bleachers after I did that free throw,” Billy says. He pauses for a moment. “I was really hoping that he was there and that he saw it and...”

He can’t bear to finish that thought out loud. And maybe he’d be proud of me. Billy’s father is an asshole who beats him on the reg. He shouldn’t want his love and approval. He feels pathetic and stupid because he does.

He and Steve sit in silence together for awhile. Billy doesn’t need him to say anything. Just being together is enough for now.

#ending? what's an ending?#asks #anon asks #harringrove #steve harrington #Billy Hargrove #neil hargrove #susan hargrove #susan mayfield #Max Mayfield

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zaraquinn · 3 years ago

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made-ofmemories · 2 years ago

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When Life Tears You Asunder, But You’re Not Alone

(Chapter 10/17)

General Warnings/tags: Found family, implied Wayne/Susan in future chapters, Max & Eddie have a sibling like relationship, fluff, hurt/comfort

Chapter specific warnings/tags: Christmas, The rest of the gang make an appearance, fruity four + Jonathan shenanigans, A hint of steddie, and a touch of lumax but not as much as previous chapters

Word count: 4290

Summary: Billy was a pretty shitty brother, there was no denying it, but Max still finds herself mourning for the sibling relationship they never got to have. With him gone she thinks so are her chances of ever having the big brother figure she’s always wanted. Then in a turn of events that she never saw coming, Eddie Munson waltzes into her life. Or more like, almost runs her over.

Notes: Co-written with the wonderful @ladydorian05 and crossposted on AO3. Updates every Friday.

The last of the Christmas themed chapters and our longest to date. Happy holidays!

Series Masterlist ——-

Eddie and Max are the last to arrive at Steve’s. They knock, unlike Dustin at Halloween. Steve and Eddie became friends after what happened in March, but perhaps not walk into each other's houses unannounced friends, not yet. It still felt strange to him some days that Steve was someone he could even call a friend, if there was one thing high school had made abundantly clear it was that people like Steve ‘the king’ Harrington and Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson weren’t meant to be friends. Then again, Eddie had never been one to pay attention to the social constructs of high school.

“Jesus, Harrington, it looks like Christmas threw up in here,” Eddie comments as soon as Steve opens the door and steps back to let them in.

The Harrington house is decked out in more Christmas decorations than Eddie thinks he’s ever seen in his life. There’s a tree by the front door, lights hanging from every available surface, another tree indoors, and garish foil streamers hanging from the ceilings in most rooms.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” If he had to guess Eddie would say he’s not the first one to have pointed it out, “Blame my parents, they sent some decoration team again last weekend, just like they did for Halloween, I think it makes them feel less guilty about never being around.” Eddie nods in understanding, he’s no stranger to absent parents.

They find the rest of the gang in the living room, already grabbing some of the wrapped gifts from beneath the tree. Will and Mike are sitting side by side on the floor shaking a box covered in red and green wrapping paper, no doubt trying to figure out what’s inside. Jonathan and Nancy, home from college on winter break, are seated on the couch behind them with Robin.

Max heads off, gift bag in hand. After leaving her gift beneath the tree she joins Lucas, Dustin, and El who are steadily demolishing the plate of cookies located on the coffee table in the center of the room.

“Come on,” Steve says, using his elbow to nudge Eddie's arm as he nods in the direction of the empty loveseat. Eddie trails behind him, glad to not be crammed onto a too-small couch with a pair of candy-stealing teenagers this time.

"I must admit that, even if I am against capitalistic celebrations, I have a soft spot for Christmas… and Halloween. Especially Halloween.”

“Of course, you would love Halloween.”

“How could I not, Steve? Costumes, horror movies, and free candy. What’s not to love?”

“Well, what about the other festivities? Like, like, Valentine’s day!”

“Okay. First of all, I’m of the belief that if you love someone you should let them know you appreciate them all year round, not just a single day in February.” Despite popular belief, Wayne had raised him right, “And secondly, I’ve never had anyone to make that day a big deal of. The only thing it brings into my life is discount chocolate the week after.”

“But if you had someone to celebrate it with?”

Eddie shrugs, but he doesn’t get a chance to answer before Mike and Dustin are barreling over toward the pair of them. Apparently, they had been quick to grow impatient once the excitement of Max and Eddie’s arrival had worn off and the cookies were almost gone. They wait for the go-ahead from Steve to begin opening presents and Eddie can’t help but smile when he overhears the grumbled “since when do any of you little shits listen to me anyway?”

Eddie finds his first, a small box wrapped in gold foil paper. He’s about to return to his spot on the loveseat when he notices Steve holding up one of the bags, gift tag so close it’s almost touching his nose as he strains to read the small handwritten message.

They’ve all noticed him squinting at the tv during movie nights, struggling to read the small text on labels or food joint menus. Steve knows they’ve noticed, but the one and only time it had been brought up he’d shut it down just as quickly. Since then the conversations on the topic had been limited to the times when Steve wasn’t around to hear them.

Robin had been one of the first to notice it, unsurprising given the amount of time the two spent together, she had also been the one to point out how much worse it had gotten after their run-in with the Russians. There’s no doubt from any of them that he needs to seek an optometrist but until they figure out a way to bring up that conversation the silent agreement remains not to say anything. As much as they loved to tease him, some things were off-limits, even for Dustin.

“Here.” Eddie says, offering Steve a red and green gift bag. It hadn’t taken him long to find it amongst the pile of gifts, he’d been there when Max had picked it out, “It’s from Max.” He adds, leaning a little closer so he can be heard over the excited chatter of the others without raising his voice.

Steve takes the gift with a nod, grateful to Eddie for noticing and not making a big deal out of the situation whilst still looking somewhat embarrassed as they head back to their seats.

It doesn’t take long for the room to be turned into a sea of discarded wrapping paper and full of excited voices as everyone begins to unwrap their gifts. Lucas gets Max some tools for skateboard repairs to replace the ones lost in the move from Cherry Lane after her mom's divorce and she thanks him with a hug.

“And he only had to hand over his favorite issue of X-men to Dustin for the paper with your name on it.” Erica teases as she tears open the wrapping paper to reveal the new D&D miniatures Will got her.

Max whips her attention from Erica to Lucas with amusement written across her features, “You cheated?” She asks, one eyebrow cocked. Lucas stutters, he never has been good at lying to her, “Dustin is this true?” She asks, attempting a different tactic to get to the bottom of it.

“Technically it was 2 copies,” Dustin confirms.

“2?” Max repeats, turning back to Lucas with an exaggerated open-mouthed expression of shock, “Wow you must have been really desperate.”

“I already had your gift! But I couldn’t find the right moment to give it to you, and then Dustin asked me what to give you so I just offered an exchange.” Lucas explains. Once Max seems satisfied with his response he turns to Dustin and swats at the lip of his blue and white cap so it falls down over his eyes, “Not cool, man! You were sworn to secrecy!” He hisses.

“Hey! Erica brought it up, why are you complaining to me?!”

“Because you could have told her it wasn’t true.”

“Friends don’t lie, Lucas, it’s our sacred creed,” Dustin says feigning innocence as he rights his cap.

“It doesn’t apply to this! This is plain treason.” Lucas shakes his head. Eddie is sure they would’ve continued with their little discussion and eventually dragged the other kids into it, if it wasn’t for Steve’s interruption.

“Ha ha, very funny Max.” Steve’s holding a coffee mug with the words ‘#1 Mom ’ and a heart right beside the word Mom. He’s trying to look annoyed, but the twitching of his mouth betrays his intentions of suppressing a smile.

“You’re welcome Steve. Or should I say mom!?” Eddie leans forward, to high-five Max who is still seated on the floor with Dustin, Erica, and Lucas. The others are occupied by opening their own gifts and still giggling about Steve’s mug when Eddie tears open the wrapping paper on the small box he had found under the tree.

It’s a watch, similar to the one that had been drowned in lovers lake, only this one is brand new and a much nicer model than the one before it. It can’t have been cheap. He checks the tag on the gift bag again, and sure enough, there’s the same message scrawled in messy handwriting staring back at him.

‘To Eddie,

Merry Christmas.

From Steve’

“I uh, have the receipt if you don’t like it.” Steve says from beside him. He’s running one of his hands through his hair, looking uncertain as if he thinks Eddie might actually turn around and say he hates it.

“You kidding!? This is great!” He takes the watch from the box and proceeds to put it on his left wrist. “Thank you very much, Stevie!” he says leaning into Steve’s personal space with a big smile.

“Just- just make sure to take it off before you go for another swim.” No way, is Steve blushing? Nah, must be the lights. Don’t get your hopes up, Munson.

“Will do.”

“Oh my god! Eddie! Thank you so much!” They’re interrupted by Will jumping from his place on the floor to the free space on Eddie’s other side, holding a pack of oil paint tubes and a box of high-quality colored pencils in each hand. “Can I hug you?!”

“Get over here.” He opens his arms and huffs as the weight of the teen falls on him. “Get ready, I might even commission a painting for the next campaign.”

“Really?”

“Of course,” Eddie assures and he’s met with another bright smile.

Will moves to go back to his friends shortly after, already showing off his gift and discussing with Dustin and Max what he plans to create. Eddie turns to say something to Steve only to find he’s gone from his spot by his side, his eyes instead landing on Nancy hovering halfway between the entryway to the living room and the kitchen. She waves him over once she realizes she’s got his attention, he goes without hesitation, curiosity getting the better of him.

“Wheeler!” He beams once he’s in earshot. They haven’t had much of a chance to catch up since she returned for winter break which had disappointed him more than he ever would have expected. She offers a smile in return for his greeting, “How’s college treating you?” He asks with a gesture to her Emerson sweatshirt.

“Great! Well except for this one professor, I don’t know if he’s acting like an asshole to ‘prepare us for the real world’” she says making air quotes, “or if that’s just him.”

“Where are your bets?” he asks, raising an eyebrow as he leans on the pillar opposite her.

“That he’s just an asshole.” She answers with a smirk.

“Ha, well, if Nancy Wheeler says so, it’s probably true.”

She looks down and shakes her head slightly at his words, hiding a bashful smile, “What about you?” She questions, a clear attempt to steer the conversation away from herself, “What have you been up to?”

“Well, miraculously I got a job.“

“The record store?”

“Sadly not. Do you know the garage over on Oak?” He waits for Nancy’s nod before he continues, “They hired me. Not what I had in mind, but I’m sure the pay is much better than anything I’d get selling tapes all day. Plus my boss doesn’t think I’m a murderer, so that’s a bonus. He actually thinks it was something supernatural, if only he knew.”

“If only he knew indeed.”

“How’s it going with Jonny boy? How’s the whole long-distance thing going?”

“Well, it’s not going anymore for starters.”

“Oh. Damn, what happened?”

“I think being in a place bigger than small-town Hawkins made me realize some stuff about myself.” Eddie follows her gaze and notices that she’s looking at Robin as she speaks, whether consciously or not he’s not quite sure. But, he wasn’t about to comment on that, not now at least. Though he definitely files the information away to bring up at a later date, “Plus the long distance was taking a toll on us, we just decided to end it. But we’re still friends, so we didn’t lose each other in that sense.”

“I, I seriously don’t know what to say. What does one say in this situation ‘Congratulations for breaking up and saving your friendship? Do companies make cards for that?”

“Shut up Munson.” She says, shoving him lightly. They share a laugh before Steve calls them over to join the others in the kitchen.

“I see you guys have your very own party going on in here.” Eddie comments. Jonathan is sitting on a stool chatting and sharing a bag of chips with Robin, who is perched on the counter beside him. Steve has his back to them, setting a timer for whatever is in the oven.

“Jonathan!” Eddie says in a booming voice that’s a little too loud for the quiet room they’re in. He lets his hands drop onto Jonathan’s shoulders, the combination of the unexpected touch and loud voice startling him. They’d met a few times now, but unlike the others, Eddie’s larger-than-life personality still took him by surprise on occasion, “How’s NYU?”

"It's amazing, man. I'm so glad they still had space in the program, for a moment I seriously thought I wouldn't make it."

“And to think you almost didn’t send the application.” Robin chimes in, popping another chip into her mouth.

“Okay,” Steve appears from the other side of the kitchen, a bottle in each hand, “so you know about the ‘no strong stuff while the kids are around’ rule, but we do have cider or sparkling apple juice,” He says, placing the bottles on the kitchen island where Robin and Jonathan are sitting, “Nance, could you get the glasses? They’re-.”

“I know.” She replies, already moving from the spot next to Robin where she had been standing.

“Right,” Steve says sheepishly whilst running a hand through his hair, a habit Eddie has noticed a lot recently.

“Hey, Rob.” Eddie says quietly, moving to occupy the empty space left behind by Nancy, “Why don’t you give Nancy a hand?” He suggests. There’s 5 of them, plus the glasses are in the top cabinet and Robin is taller. It makes perfect sense that Nancy might need some help and has absolutely nothing to do with Eddie’s meddling.

“Okay,” She gives him a strange look, one that clearly says she knows he’s up to something but she doesn’t seem to have figured out exactly what yet. She wipes her hands on her pants to clear away the residue from the chip flavoring and hands the bag to Jonathan before jumping off the counter.

You can thank me later Wheeler. He thinks watching Robin approach Nancy from behind making her jump and almost drop a glass. They smile at each other. Robin ends up being the one who takes down the remaining glasses from the cupboard and together they bring them to the others.

“Alright, what’s your poison?” Steve asks once he’s popped open both bottles.

“You can’t call this poison, dingus. It’s barely alcohol.” Robin complains as Steve fills her glass with cider, already knowing what she would choose without having to wait for a response.

“Well, it’s just as strong as a can of beer,” Steve argues.

“Don’t lie, Steve, I saw the bottle, a beer is 5% this thing is like 3 or 4 %.”

“The kids are here so be happy you have any at all, Jesus!.” Steve shakes his head. The others watch on with amusement, they all know Robin is just arguing for the sake of giving Steve a hard time, it’s kind of their thing, “Cider or juice, Eds?”

“Oh. Ummm, juice.” He decides, “I don’t really like cider.”

“I get it.” Steve says, grabbing the other bottle and filling two empty glasses, “If you think about it, it’s just a step away from becoming vinegar.”

“Exactly!”

“I don’t think they use the same process guys.” Nancy adds, sounding more than a little skeptical of their claims.

“I don’t know Nance, they might be onto something. One year my mom got a bottle for new year’s eve but we didn’t finish it and forgot all about it. A week later I accidentally spilled it on the floor and the whole kitchen ended up smelling like stale vinegar for a while.” Jonathan piped up.

“Wait, can vinegar go bad?” Robin asks

Nancy sighs, pressing the palm of her hand against her face. Eddie has no doubt that she’s missed this, despite her exasperation.

It’s easy to lose track of the overlapping chatter and after a couple of minutes, no one seems sure of what they were even talking about in the first place. The timer Steve had set is what finally brings them out of their little bubble.

“Cookies are ready!” Steve announces as he pulls the tray from the oven.

“Hold on, Stevie, you made those cookies that the munchkins were devouring earlier!?” Eddie asks in disbelief.

“Yeah, I’ve done this every year since ‘84 I think. It’s my Nana’s recipe. The kids like them and by now I know to make enough dough and then some since our group just keeps on getting bigger.”

Well damn, Nancy wasn’t the only one full of surprises. Steve was a man of many talents so it seemed.

Eddie tries to grab one from the tray only for his hand to be smacked away by Steve’s still oven glove-clad hand. “What was that for?”

“Are you kidding me? Eddie, you just watched me take them out of the oven. They’re hot!” Steve says moving in front of Eddie in an attempt to block the tray with his body.

“Yeah, so? They taste better when they’re hot!” Eddie argues, making an attempt to step around Steve and steal a cookie from the tray.

“Eddie, no!” Steve protests, hooking an arm around Eddie’s middle and intercepting his cookie stealing attempts, “Warm cookies taste good, but these just came out of the oven, you’ll burn yourself.” The warning doesn’t deter him and Eddie pushes forward against the arm Steve is attempting to hold him back with, “Guy’s a little help here, please.”

“I don’t know, seems to me like Eddie really wants that cookie.” Robin says betweeen laughter.

“You’re on your own, man.” Jonathan chuckles.

“Nance, please, be the voice of reason.” Steve pleads, swatting at Eddie’s hand as he continues to wrestle him away from the tray.

“Let him learn the hard way.” Nancy says, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Bunch of traitors.”

“Come on, just one!!” Eddie complains, still refusing to give up.

“Seriously, you’re worse than Henderson!”

“Whoa, what did I do? I just wanted more soda.” Both Steve and Eddie stop their struggle to turn to Dustin who is standing by the doorway of the kitchen, an empty can of soda in hand.

Eddie takes advantage of Steve’s distraction to get his hand on a cookie, only to drop it immediately after. “Hot! Hot! Fuck that’s hot!”

“I told you!”

“Guys, Steve made more cookies!” Dustin yells to the others who had stayed behind in the living room.

“Before any of you get any ideas, they’re still hot and no you can’t get any until they cool off!” Steve shouts. “Just get your drink, I’ll bring the cookies over later, Herderson. You too Max, I can see you peeking over Dustin’s shoulder.”

They listen, but not without some grumbling first and Steve places the tray by a cracked open window whilst the others argue about who’s going to order pizza.

They re-join the younger teens, who have already started with the board games, in the living room with the cookies once the pizzas arrives deciding to call it a night only when Mike and Erica get into a heated argument over a game of monopoly.

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The drive from Steve’s house to the trailer park isn’t a long one. Still, something about the night sky and a dark road illuminated only by the headlights of the van makes it feel as if time is standing still.

“Nice watch,” Max says over the music playing quietly on the stereo which Eddie had long since drowned out with his thoughts.

“Hm?” He hums drawing himself back to reality with a fleeting glance at his wrist where the watch in question sits securely wrapped around his wrist. He hadn’t had a chance to show her during the chaos of the gift exchange, “Oh, yeah. Who would’ve thought Harrington actually has good taste.”

“All those polo’s never gave it away?” She jokes in a familiar sarcastic tone, “And he wonders why he can’t find a girlfriend.”

He snorts out a half laugh and a smile lingers on his face even after the conversation has fizzled out again. On anyone else he might’ve agreed, but with Steve he was starting to think the guy could walk around wearing a paper bag and still somehow manage to look good.

“Hey, you still awake over there?” He asks, grabbing Max’s attention which had drifted to the blurred scenery visible from the passenger side window, she lets out a noise that sounds vaguely like ‘yeah’ in acknowledgment letting him know she’s listening, “There’s something I want to tell you.”

“Ok,” Max replies, drawing out the last syllable.

“I’m not really sure how to say this so uh-” He hesitates, shifting his grip on the wheel. Eddie has never been ashamed to be himself, even when society has told him not to be and he’s gotten a few busted noses over the years to prove that, but this conversation always makes his throat run dry, “You know I’m… I’m not like Steve.”

“Yeah, no shit.” She lets out an amused breath, not quite a chuckle.

Ok maybe that wasn’t the best way to put it.

“What I mean is, you know how Steve is a chick magnet, how he caters to the female eye and how they flock to him and how I don’t. And it’s not only because of my highschool reputation, if I wanted to I bet I could get some attention too but that, that’s the thing, I don’t want to. Or I want to, but not in the same way, can’t really afford to put myself out there really-”

“Eddie! What’s your point?”

“Okay, yeah.” He takes a deep breath before just saying it. “Max. I’m gay. I don’t like girls, I like guys.” he waits in nervous silence for Max’s reaction and then Max laughs and it's Eddie’s turn to be confused. That was not the reaction he had expected.

“I know, Eddie.”

“What? How?”

“Where do you want me to start?” She’s grinning and he frowns at the road in front of him in response, “You could’ve just told me you have a crush on Steve y’know.”

“I do not.” He definitely does. He needs to remind himself more often that the bunch of kids he hangs out with are freaking geniuses in more ways than one.

“Yeah, right, whatever. Keep lying to yourself.”

“You’re a little shit you know that?” He asks as they take the final turn into the trailer park.

“Yup.” Max replies, sounding much prouder than she should.

Like always he parks the van in front of her trailer first.

“Hey, Max.” He calls her attention, unbuckling his seatbelt to turn on his seat to rummage in the back pocket behind his seat until he finds what he was looking for, “Here, I got you something.”

He hands her a badly wrapped bundle.

“What’s this?”

“Well, you gotta open it to find out, Red.” He’s practically vibrating with excitement as he watches her tear open the wrapping paper to reveal a denim jacket. “Ta-da! I can teach you how to turn it into your very own battle vest if you want? We can go together to the mall to look for some patches for it.”

He's still waiting for some kind of reaction to the gift he got her when suddenly she's taking a smaller bundle of wrinkled wrapping paper from the pocket of her coat and throwing it to him.

"Whoa, and this?" He asks, fumbling to catch it.

"Well, you gotta open it, dimwit." She says, mocking his earlier words.

He tears the paper to find a guitar strap with the words 'Corroded Coffin' painted over it.

“Will helped with the painting.” She explains, "I wanted to get you strings for your guitar, but I didn't have enough money so I got that and a bottle of fabric paint."

"Shit, Red. This, this is, I love it!"

"Oh shut up, don't get emotional with me." She teases and goes to open the door to step out of the van, but stops midway, "Just for the record, I don't mind that you like guys, you're still my brother… And thank you for the jacket." She adds before she gets out in a hurry, leaving Eddie behind.

He’s parked the van and is already halfway up the steps to the trailer when the snowball collides with his back, exploding against the leather of his jacket. He whips around just in time to see Max launching another which he manages to dodge, it hits the front door of the trailer instead.

"I expect you to take me to the mall for those patches soon!" She calls, voice raised so he can hear her from across the street.

“Stop throwing things at me and I’ll consider it.” He yells back.

She doesn’t hesitate to launch another ball of snow in his direction before she waves to him and heads inside her trailer. He returns her wave and also heads inside, going straight to his room to fit the new strap to his Warlock.

#stranger things #max mayfield #eddie munson #steddie

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polyghostfacehours · 4 years ago

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Poly!Ghostface x GN!Reader - Impromptu Roadtrip Part 1

So this was inspired by a video a favorite Youtuber of mine made and I haven't been able to get this out of my head since before I even made this blog.

Part 1 aka Leading Up to the Trip

TW: brief mentions of sex, slight suggestive content, murder, homicide

I guess you could say this is set in college and Billy's dumbass plan actually worked (because they decided to stab themselves AFTER killing Sidney, Gale, Randy, and Mr. Prescott) so yeah a Billy and Stu Actually Planned Shit Better AU

okay so lets say there's this really rare and unique giant plushie you really want, from this thing you're a big fan of. Like a giant ass Snorlax, or a life sized plush of that huge ass spider from Harry Potter. It can be anything.

So you find out that this thing is actually being sold physically at a SINGULAR store all the way in New Mexico.

And the best fuckin idea enters your head as midterms wrap up

mother. fucking. impromptu. ROADTRIP. with your boyfriends. Just the three of you

Spring break. What a perfect opportunity to drop everything and drive across state lines for an overpriced piece of merch.

This things is pricey as fuck like 500 USD or something, so despite the fact that you almost never ask Stu to spoil you, you decide to bite the bullet for this one and use his rich boy ass.

You approach Stu and Billy one night and ask them if they have any big plans for spring break

Stu wanted to host a rager, and Billy didn't have anything particular in mind besides hitting up the cinema for a few new releases. So they were pretty free.

You lay it on them, you want a roadtrip to go buy this thing and you wanna leave like, the day after tomorrow.

Stu is SOOOOO for it. Like this dude lives for shit like this. Billy is down also, he's never been outside of California or (insert city/state where you guys are going to college to) so why not.

You ask Stu that you need him to buy the thing and you even offer to pay him back slowly. Stu's a little shit and asks how you're planning on paying him back. You smirk and ask him if he's ever had roadtrip car sex. He sticks out his tongue and laughs, Billy smirks.

Once getting their approval you tell them you want tomorrow to be prep day. Buying a bunch of snacks for the road, making some new mixtapes with your cassette players, doing laundry, packing blankets and pillows and camping gear in case you wanna camp out or sleep in the car, etc. etc. Stu is vibrating, Billy is getting more and more into it and excited himself.

You guys migrate to the kitchen and start planning. I cant emphasize how happy Stu is right now. The spontaneity, the fact it'll be just you three, the places you can stop by, the strangers' parties you can crash.

!TW: HOMICIDE, MORAL BANKRUPTCY!

And most of all, the opportunity to kill again. This is something Stu and especially Billy are looking forward to. The opportunity to finally make a sequel to Woodsboro all these years later, a hitchhiker/roadtrip slasher movie. The fact it'll be 1000x harder for it to be traced to them is too good to be passed up.

If you don't participate at all in the Ghostface thing, they don't bring it up too much or talk about their plans in front of you. They know you don't like it and/or feel guilty about knowing, so it's out of sight out of mind. It's also because, even though they love and genuinely trust you, there'll always be a subconscious part of them that fears you knowing too much detail and blabbing to the police. They cant have that.

If you're a Ghostface accomplice or act as support, they'll give you a rundown of their plan. Your role will be to keep lookout, call on the phone, keep track of the victim in case they're able to break away from the two, and be the getaway driver. You're also in charge of patching them up.

If youre a full fledged Ghostface and have as little regard for human life as they do, you get the know-all of the plan. you get into the nitty gritty.

!END OF TW!

So your planning day passes and its finally the day of the trip.

You guys considered renting an RV or even a van, but Billy nixed that idea when he realized renting a vehicle meant putting it in one of your names and could be used as evidence of leaving the state when murders happen, which was a horrible idea given their plan.

So you end up taking the sedan Stu's parents got him for his getting into college. It's big enough for you 3 and had foldable back seats, so you guys could sleep in the back if you wanted to. Also it had a sunroof for stargazing so yeah.

So off you go. The actual trip will be detailed in Part 2!

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anagentinwriting · 4 years ago

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Lifeline - Part 9

Summary: (First Responders!AU) Moving to Los Angeles and living with your brother, Thor, was never part of your plan nor was being a 9-1-1 dispatcher, but plans change when you are faced with your own emergencies. In your case, it was leaving behind a relationship that wasn’t as perfect as it seemed. Will this be the fresh start you were hoping for or will your past find a way to catch up with you?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Odinson!Sister Reader

Word Count: 5800+

Warnings: Arson, major angst, fluff, drugs, Domestic violence, relationship abuse, mental/physical abuse (Please be cautious reading this part if you have any of these triggers. This chapter may be dark, distributing, uncomfortable, and/or upsetting to some.)

Lifeline Masterlist / Main Masterlist

AN: Flashbacks in Italics

Someone knocking on the door makes you jump and stare wide-eyed at it. You sniffled, wiping the tears from your eyes, and slowly stood up. The knocking continued to get louder, sending a dull ringing in your ears. You went to the hall closet to grab the wooden baseball bat and went over to answer the door. This is when you wish the door had a peephole or that there were windows by the door, so you could see who it was, but there was nothing to see who was on the other side. You let out a deep breath, opening the door, and swung the bat, but find Steve ducking out of the way before it hit him.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” You dropped the bat as it clattered to the ground and covered your mouth. “Steve...I thought...I thought you were…” Your voice stumbled as you felt more tears run down your cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Steve. I could’ve really hurt you. I don’t…”

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m fine.” Steve reassured, placing his hands on your upper arms. You tensed up, taking in a sharp breath, and he dropped his hands back to his sides. “Are you okay, YN?” You stared at him as if you didn’t know what to say. Your mouth was opening and closing, but the words weren’t coming to you. “Let’s get inside.” You nodded, turning back around. You walked in and watched him close the door behind him and place the bat from the ground beside it.

“I thought...I thought you were him. He called me, and I thought he was at the door because he found me. And then he wasn’t, and I...I don’t know...” You went over to the couch to sit down, putting your head in your hands as tears continued to fall down your cheeks.

“Do you want me to call Thor?”

“No,” you sniffled, wiping the tears from your eyes. “He’ll just make it another reason why I shouldn’t have my own place.” You glanced over at Steve, and he was shifting back and forth on his feet with his hands in his pockets like he was unsure about what to do next.

The room remained silent, the only noise being your sniffles and shaky breathing. “Who did you think was at the door?” Steve asked, breaking the silence.

“Excuse me?”

“You said you thought I was him at the door.” Steve's eyes traveled to the front door and then back to you. “Are you in some kind of danger?”

You bit your lip, hearing his threat ringing in your ears, staring hard at the floor. “It’s a long story.”

“I got nowhere else to be,” he stated, making you look up at him.

You nodded, sliding over on the couch so he could sit beside you. You let out a shaky breath, not sure where to start this story. “Sorry, do…did you want anything to drink?”

“No, I’m okay, thanks though.” He shot you a warm smile, sitting down next to you but still keeping some distance between you.

You cleared your throat, biting your lip. “Where to start...I was in my junior year of nursing school when I met him at a bar called The 9….

“Hottie, five o’clock,” Wanda whispered in your ear. You glanced over your shoulder to your five o’clock, and Wanda was right; he was handsome. His hair was cut short on the sides, but the top was the perfect length to run your fingers through, and he had just the right amount of stubble.

“Hey, guess who walked through the door,” Sharon teased, tilting her head to the door. You looked over to find Vis. “Wanda, your man crush is here. Go talk to him.”

“Not unless YN goes and talks to the five o’clock hottie, which we all know will never happen.” Wanda shrugged, and Sharon shot you a knowing look.

“Fine, I’ll do it.” You downed the rest of your drink and slammed it on the table. “Watch and learn, ladies.” You turned around and started walking over to him with a smirk on your face, but at the last minute, you turned left and headed to the restroom. You never could flirt on a full bladder. When you walked back out, you could see Sharon shaking her head at you, and you gestured for her to calm down with her hands. You looked at your now ten o’clock to see him still sitting there with a drink in his hand and scrolling through his phone. You let out a deep breath and went over to him.

“Hi, I was asked to come over here and talk to the 5 o’clock hottie in the hopes that one of my friends will finally get the courage to talk to the guy she has been crushing on for the last year.”

“Really? Do you think it will work?” He asked with a contagious smile on his face.

You glanced over to see Sharon pushing Wanda over to talk to Vis until she finally gave in. Vis smiled once he noticed her and motioned for her to take the seat across from him.“Yeah, it seems to be working. She’s in the red leather jacket talking to the blonde with the glasses.”

“Oh, yeah, I see them,” he chuckled, pointing at them. “Billy Russo, studying criminology at John Jay College, but you know me as the 5 o’clock hottie.” He stood up and held out his hand.

“YN Odinson, nursing student at NYU.” You shook his hand with a huge smile on your face. “It’s nice to meet you, Billy.”

“After I got to know him and meet some of his friends. I found out his friends called him Billy the Beaut.” You shake your head at the nickname, glancing in Steve’s direction. “At the start, he was the perfect gentleman. He was smart, kind, and loving for someone who was an orphan.”

“He was an orphan?”

“His mom was a meth addict, and his dad left when he was young. He ended up jumping from foster home to foster home until he was old enough to decide what he wanted to do with his life,” you sighed, wringing your hands together. “I looked up to him while I was in nursing school; I knew if he believed in me, I could do anything. My family loved him when I first bought him home. Thor was happy to have someone he could rough house with and talk sports. And my mom and dad were happy I found someone that made me happy. But, Loki, right away--” you let out a deep breath, shaking your head “--didn’t like him. It was kind of weird to see because everyone who met Billy liked him. He had this charming charisma and the good looks that made it easy for people to like him. I think it really bothered Billy that Loki never liked him, but it’s not like he was the first person.”

“Maybe Loki picked up on something no one else did.”

“It’s possible--” you shrugged “--but after graduation, my friends and I decided to go out and celebrate….

“How do you think you did on Dr. Coulson’s final?” Wanda asked, taking a sip of her martini.

“I thought it was pretty easy, but I studied my ass off for his final. It even frustrated Billy because I wasn’t giving him any attention his past week,” you joked.

Wanda let out a worried chuckle. “How have you two been doing? I feel like we haven’t hung out in forever.”

“I know, Billy keeps me busy. When I’m not with Billy, I’m either working or doing homework. This semester has been crazy.”

“I agree with that.”

“Ladies, are we done talking about school? We have taken finals and are pending graduation; it’s time to drink and forget everything we learned,” Sharon shouted, following it with a woooo.

“Yeah, no, I am not a woo girl, and don’t make me one,” you joked with a smile on your face.

“Let’s take a group selfie together.” You all smiled for the first one but then took a serious one and then a fun one. You sent the fun one to Billy, and he replied with, be safe.

“Excuse me, ladies, but these drinks are from the gentleman at the far table over there.”

“Aww, that is so nice of them, but I have a boyfriend,” Wanda stated matter of fact.

“Thanks to me,” you added, forcing her to roll her eyes. “I would’ve rather got some food.”

“Stop complaining and enjoy the free drinks,” Sharon smiled, waving at the guys who sent them over.

Many drinks later and pictures taken, you were on the dance floor with the one they called Killmonger. He knew how to move, and you were struggling to keep up with him; Odinsons weren’t built to dance like this. He smiled, making you stop, and told you to follow his movements. It took you a while to get the moves down, but once you did, it turned out to be a lot fun.

Someone from behind you grabbed your hand and turned you around. You smiled once you saw it was Billy, and you put your arms around him. “Killmonger, this is my boyfriend, Billy. I told you about him.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Billy.” He held out his hand to him.

“Yeah, pleasure,” he shook his hand, glaring at him. ”YN, I’m going to take you home, so go get your things.”

“Okay.” You walked back to the table to say goodbye to Wanda and Sharon and grab your purse and jacket. “Hey, I’m heading out, it looks like Billy surprised me and wants to take me home.” You smiled at them, but their eyes remained focused on the dance floor. You turned around to see what they were looking at, Killmonger and Billy were in each other's faces. You ran back out to the dance floor and got in the middle of them. “NO, BILLY STOP. He didn’t do anything; we were just dancing.”

“He should keep his hands to himself and not try to get with another man’s girlfriend.”

“Dude, I wasn’t. Like she said, we were just dancing.”

“Billy, forget about it. Let’s turn around and get out of here.” You pushed his chest, and he backed away with his hands up. You saw something unsettling dark in his brown eyes, and it made you nervous.

“Okay, fine.” He turned around and grabbed your hand, squeezing it hard. You looked back at Killmonger and mouth sorry, and he held up his hands like it was all good.

When you got out of his car, he pushed you against the side of it, grabbing both of your wrists. “Tell me you won’t do that again.”

“Do what? Dance?” You asked, and he squeezed his hands around your wrists, making you wince. “Billy, stop, you’re hurting me.”

“Well, watching you dance with another guy hurt me, so don’t you think you should know what that feels like.” He squeezed harder, and you tried to break his grip, but he continued to squeeze.

“Billy, stop.” Your eyes started to fill with tears.

“Not until you apologize for hurting me.” You didn’t think he could squeeze any harder but he did.

“Okay, I’m sorry,” you cried, and he let go. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you as you cried into his shirt, and held you close.

“I’m sorry, too.”

“On the drive back, he told me how he hated my friends and how they were a bad influence on me. I told him we were celebrating and having fun, and he needed to get over it. Then, he punched me, but like before, he apologized right away and comforted me.

A few months later, he proposed, and I said yes. Everyone was happy for me, but Loki. He was the only one who told me I was making a horrible mistake. I should’ve listened to him because it only got worse.” You paused, shaking your head at the terrible memories. “After we got engaged, I started to notice how he would make offhand remarks about how I dressed and about my friends. It wasn’t so much physical as it was mental, but after a while, it changed...

You were at the kitchen sink, washing dishes from the other night when Billy came home with a big smile on his face.

“Hey hon, guess what happened at work?”

“You got the promotion?”

“I got the promotion,” he smiled, coming over and wrapping his arms around your waist, kissing your neck.

“Congratulations,” you smiled, turning around in his arms and kissing him on the lips.

“I think we should celebrate with the wine and the glasses your parents got us for our engagement.”

“I thought we were going to wait until our wedding day.”

“Why wait, when this is huge news.”

“Okay,” you agreed, forcing a small smile as you patted his chest, and he leaned down to kiss you again.

He reached into the top cabinet and pulled out two wine glasses with the date of our soon-to-be wedding on them and a bottle of wine. He grabbed the corkscrew opener out of the drawer, slammed it shut, making you jump, and he popped the cork out. He poured two even glasses of wine and handed you one.

“To the better days ahead of us,” he toasted with a smile, and you hit your glass with his. When the wine hit your lips it tasted divine, and you wish you would’ve waited until the wedding, but you understood how hard he worked to get this promotion, and he deserved this. “Let’s forget the dishes and go out onto the patio and finish off this bottle of wine; what do you say?”

“No excuse, coming from me,” you smiled, following him out with the glass in your hand.

“Wait,” he came to an abrupt stop, and you ran into his back, forcing the glass to slip through your fingers and smash onto the floor into tiny little pieces. Your hand quickly covered your mouth when he turned around.

“Hon, this is why we can’t have nice things. I try to be spontaneous and romantic, and you ruin it with your clumsiness. Do you want us to have a broken marriage because right now, that’s what it looks like you want.”

“No, I don’t; I’m sorry,” you whimpered, backing away from him. “It’s just you...you stopped really quick, and I bumped into you, and it fell out of my hands.”

“Oh, so this is my fault.” His eyes darkened, standing over you, and you gulped. He set the bottle of wine and his glass on the table beside you.

“No, I didn’t say that.”

“It’s like you never learn,” he sighed with his hands on his hips. “How many times are we going to have to go through this until you finally get it?” He shook his head, slapping you across the face.

“After he hit me, I left him and went to Loki. I told him what’s been happening, and he wanted me to end the engagement. I never did because Billy did what he always did after he hit me, he showed up being all caring and apologetic, and I would fall for it and go back to him. This happened a few times throughout our engagement, and then I made my second mistake; I married him.” You reached for your wine glass on the coffee table and took a long tentative sip. “Are you sure you don’t need anything to drink?”

“No, I’m okay.” Steve nodded, keeping a close eye on you.

You finished off the glass and resituated yourself on the couch. You bit your lip, feeling Steve’s eyes on you. When you peeked up at him, he looked worried, almost scared for you. You returned your eyes back to the couch cushion. “I think I only married him because he made my family happy...while besides Loki. Everyone got along with him so well, and I don’t think I wanted to take that away from them.” You shrugged, rubbing your forehead. “Loki was disappointed in me and told me he wouldn’t help me anymore if Billy hurt me again. Billy did, but then I went to Thor…

“Thor, why don’t you believe me? Billy hit me. How else would I have gotten a busted lip and bruises on my arm?”

“I don’t know, YN, you have gotten clumsy over the years, so maybe you fell and hit your head and don’t remember.”

“Then where is the bump on my head.”

“Look, it was probably an accident; he cares about you way too much to hit you on purpose.”

“Really? I can’t...I can’t believe you,” you shake your head, feeling tears build up in your eyes.

“I am going to call Billy and tell him to come get you, you can talk it out here, but then you both have to go. I have company coming over,” he chuckled with a child-like smile.

You sat there listening to Thor talk to Billy on the phone. Why didn’t he believe you? Oh, because Thor is a selfish, stubborn prick that chose to believe your husband over his own sister. Why you chose to run to him instead of Loki was a mistake you would never make again.

“YN,” Billy said in a calm voice. “What’s wrong? What happened to your lip?” You stared at the floor, not wanting to look at him, not wanting to be near him, not wanting to have anything to do with him. He came closer to you and put his hand on your back, making you flinch away from him. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Billy nod over his shoulder. “YN, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I took work out on you. I’m trying to change. I’ll go talk to someone. I’ll try to be a better man for you, and I promise I am going to make it up to you. I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I will think of something great, and you’ll love it. We’ll go away for the weekend, go hiking, see a movie, whatever you want. Please, forgive me for being an asshole. You’re the only one who understands the real me, and I promise, I won’t make you feel this way again.”

You stared into his brown eyes and saw how much pain he was in. It hurt you to know he was feeling this way, and you wanted to make him feel better. You reached over to cup his cheek, and he leaned into your touch. Your lip twitched up into a small smile, and he leaned over, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing you again.

“Me too,” you smiled, leaning into this touch to hug him. “I forgive you, and I’m sorry, too.”

“And just like that, I forgave him. Why did I always forgive him? I don’t know. He always had these puppy dog eyes he would pull and make me feel sorry for him. But, every time he hit me, I would forgive him and apologize for making him feel that way. It was like a trigger in my head forcing me to tell him I’m sorry when I did nothing wrong.” You shrugged, running your hand through your hair.

“What happened after?” Steve leaned forward, trying to catch your eye to get you out of your head.

“Thor moved here and decided to become a firefighter. I thought he was joking, but surprise, he wasn’t.” You wring your hands together, chewing on your bottom lip. “Looking back, I remember seeing these women come into the hospital regularly saying they fell down the stairs, dropped something on their face, making excuses for someone that was hurting them. I didn’t understand why they didn’t just leave; I mean, it’s not that hard. Why would you want to stay with someone who continues to hurt you? But, here I was living the same way they were, making up excuses for him and believing that one day he would change.”

“Did your parents ever suspect something was going on?”

You nodded. “My mother, Frigga, sensed something was happening, and Loki may have even told her about it. She did ask me about it once before she died...

“YN, darling, how are you and Billy doing?”

“We’re happy,” you replied, forcing a tight smile.

“That’s a lying smile if I’d ever seen one,” she smiled, putting her hand under your chin so you would look up at her. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, we’re fine,” you stated with a scratchy voice.

She placed her hand over yours, and your eyes flashed to her. “Sweetheart, me and your father, want you to be happy, and if that’s not with Billy, then it’s okay. The only reason we took to him so fast was because we have never seen you so happy, but it feels like something has changed between you two.”

“It’s nothing. Billy still makes me happy, but sometimes he gets angry, and I can’t bring him back.”

“I know, sweetie, but I want you to know you’re always welcome home at any time.” She gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “If it’s to get away for a while or take some time for yourself. ”

“I know, mom. Thank you.”

“Looking back now, I realized she wanted me out of the relationship as much as Loki did.” You shake your head. “Loki told me after she passed away that she knew what was going on. She wanted to help me, but all I did was push her away, and I did the same thing to my dad before he passed away. I think the only reason I didn’t ask for help was because I was scared of what Billy would do to those who wanted to protect me.”

“What made you finally want to leave him?”

“I don’t know because it wasn’t one fight that triggered it, but we did fight the night before I left, but that’s beside the point. It was just exhausting being his wife and trying to be the perfect couple. Every event I went with him to, I had to smile for every picture, stand by his side, and be a proud wife for all he accomplished. If I wasn’t perfect while you can just imagine what he would do,” you gulped, noticing Steve clench his jaw.

“And I was tired of fighting and walking on eggshells around him. Trying not to say or do the wrong thing that would set him off. He started to get more controlling, and he always wanted to know where I was when I wasn’t home or at work. He never let me go out with my friends, which forced me to lose a few friendships I cherished.” You shake your head as you let out a sigh.

“I didn’t drop everything and leave on a whim; I made a plan. It took me four months, but it worked. I saved up enough cash, told my boss why I had to quit, and she was happy for me; I got this anti-tracker app for my phone, told Loki the plan, took one of his cars here, and showed up on Thor’s front step. He finally believed me, and I think the bruised ribs and black eye helped bring him to that conclusion...

You rang the doorbell, not knowing if Thor was home or at work at one of the many fire stations in this city. You fiddled with the loose strand of fabric on your sweatshirt as you waited. No one was home, but you didn’t have anywhere else to go, so you sat on the steps with your luggage beside you and waited. You needed to get out of your head, but you couldn’t. All that came to your mind was the fear of what will happen when he finds you. What is he gonna do to you? Your eyes remained focused on the uncut grass in front of you as you pulled your cap closer to your eyes. Every car that drove past made your heart speed up, thinking it was him. Your eye throbbed like it had its own heartbeat, and every deep breath you took felt like a stabbing pain.

“YN, what are you doing here?” Thor asked, making you jump and place your hand over your heart. Your eyes connected with his, and his expression went from joy to concern. “What happened? Are you okay?”

You shook your head when the tears you were holding in started to fall. You wiped the tears away with your sleeve and looked at him. “I couldn’t do it anymore,” you sniffled.

“YN, who did this to you?” Thor sat down next to you and placed a tentative hand on your shoulder, causing you to tense up before you relaxed.

“Are you gonna believe me this time?”

He removed his hand from you and let out a deep breath. “Billy. He did this to you?” He asked more so than making a statement.

“Not the first time either,” your voice cracked, feeling a lump in your throat.

“I’m the worst brother ever,” he sighed beside you. “I don’t…I’m sorry for not believing you. I was an arrogant, selfish moron.” He slid closer to you and took a deep breath. “I thought...I thought you were happy and I didn’t have to worry about you. I trusted him to take care of you, not fucking hurt you.”

“Me too,” you cried, leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder.

“Does Loki know?”

“Loki’s known the longest.”

He nodded. “I’ll call Loki to tell him you made it here.”

“Thank you.” You leaned over and hugged him.

“You’re welcome.” He rubbed your back. “And I promise you, Billy won’t get anywhere near you; I know a lot of cops,” he stated with slight humor and anger in his voice.

“What happened to your long hair?” You hugged him close, noticing how short his hair was.

“Oh ah…some old man chopped it off,” Thor replied, letting out a defeated sigh.

“How is your brother doing with everything now?”

“He’s a lot more protective, sometimes a little too protective,” You breathed a chuckle, forcing Steve to crack a smile. “I was only going to stay for a month or so, but he convinced me to stay and start over. Even got me a job, and looking back, I realized it was the best decision I have made for myself in a long time.”

“Doesn’t Billy know where you are?”

“The thing about Billy is--” you sighed, meeting Steve’s eye “--is he never asked a lot of questions. The only time he took an interest in my life was when it was beneficial to him. As strange as it sounds since we were married for six years, Billy has no idea where Thor lives or that he’s a firefighter.” You bit your lip, shrugging your shoulders. “But I know it’s only a matter of time before he figures it out and finds me.”

“Don’t you mean if he finds you?” Steve narrowed his eyes as if he was trying to figure out the answer himself.

“No. Finding people is part of his job. Figuring out their habits, retracing their steps, and so on. He’s quiet, sneaky, and might already know where I am and is waiting for the right time to strike.” Your eyes flickered to the front door and then back to Steve.

“Don’t think like that.”

“How can I not?” You shrugged. “I mean, I already feel like someone is watching me. I am constantly looking over my shoulder. I barely sleep; hell, I almost hit you with a bat.”

“But you didn’t,” Steve reassured, scooting closer to you. “Besides, you have way too many people that care about you, and they won't let anything happen to you.”

“I know, but you don't know him.” You shake your head, running your hand through your hair. “You don't know what he’s capable of.” Your voice cracked, staring down at your shaky hands. Steve reached over and hesitantly placed his hand over yours, and you looked up at him.

“I can say everything is going to be okay like everyone has been telling you, but you’re right, I don’t know what he is capable of, and I don’t know what the future brings,” he breathed, giving your hands a soft squeeze. It sent a warmth coursing through your body, easing your body to relax. “In these moments, life is tricky, but if you continue to hide and live in the past, it tells him he won. But if you break down barriers, and dare to move on and live in the present, then you won. It’s hard to move on, trust me, I know, but it gets easier with time.”

You scoffed. “It’s always about time.”

“It is, and no one ever gives you a direct answer of how long it will take,” he said, narrowing his brows together. “I’m happy for you, though. You got out, and that is always the hardest part. I’m sure there were moments when the idea of getting out felt impossible, but you’re here now. You trusted yourself and got out, and look how far you’ve come.” He gave your hands one more reassuring squeeze before he brought his hands back to his lap.

You let out a deep breath, your racing mind coming to a stop. “Thanks, Steve.”

He nodded, shooting you a small smirk. “You mentioned finding people was part of his job; what does he do for a living?”

“He helps run a private detective agency called Anvil.”

“Anvil.” He furrowed his brows together, leaning back against the couch. “Why does that name sound so familiar?”

“They helped solve a lot of big cases.”

“Didn’t they assist the FBI with the Arson Artist case like a year or so ago?” He asked, peeking over at you.

“Yeah, that one sounds familiar.” You bit your lip, trying to remember who he was. “Wasn’t he the guy targeting first responder's families because they kept putting out his works of art he created through arson.”

“I think the word he used was destroying them,” Steve sighed, clenching his jaw.

“What was his name again?”

“Alrich Killian.” Steve sat up with his elbows on his knees, rubbing his hands together, and glanced over at you.

“Yeah, that’s it; how did you know that?” You questioned him, but then you answered your own question. “Oh, wait, you used to live in Brooklyn.”

“Yes, but I did talk to Anvil when I was brought in for questioning.”

“Really? Why were you brought in?”

“I know a few people who lost someone in those attacks,” he answered, staring down at the floor and letting out a deep breath.

“I’m so sorry, Steve. That’s awful.” You reached out and placed a comforting hand on his forearm.

“Yeah, it was. It was tough watching my colleagues go through it.” He nodded, staring wide-eyed at the coffee table before they traveled to your hand on his forearm. He placed a hand over yours as his eyes met yours. “It had to be hard saying goodbye to someone before you left for work, not realizing that would be the last time.” The look in his eyes was all too familiar to you. It was one you have seen one too many times in the mirror yourself; it was pain. You gulped, squeezing his forearm once more as you pulled your hand back to your lap.

“I can’t even imagine.” You rubbed your lips together, not knowing what to say.

“And with it being such a traumatic event, all of us were advised to talk with our department therapist, and many of us did. I think it helped all of us, and it makes me happy that I chose a profession that is willing to take care of their employees.”

“Yeah, that’s awesome. It’s the same at my job.” You nodded with a warm smile. “If I’m being honest, you’re one of a few I’ve talked to about Billy since I got here.”

“Wait, really? Why?”

“It’s not something I want to talk about, and I don’t know how to talk about it.”

“I get it. It’s hard to talk about the past because you can’t erase it, it sticks with you, and the only thing you can do is forgive yourself for what happened and grow from it. Trust me, it’s hard reliving those memories you would rather forget, but it helps to talk about them instead of bottling it up and leaving it for another day.”

“Spoken like a true professional,” you joked, earning a soft chuckle from him.

“Trust me; it will help.”

“I do trust you,” you confirmed, making his smile spread a little wider. “Maybe, I’ll give it a chance.”

“Is that the time--” he pointed to your clock on the wall and whistles “--I should get going. I have a shift in five hours.”

“I’m so sorry this is my fault.” Your smile turned into a frown, running a hand through your hair. “I was going on and on about my…”

“Hey, hey,” he interrupted you, holding up his hands. “Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. It happens, we lost track of time.” You nodded with a tight smile.

“I’ll show you out.” You went and opened the front door when he stopped and turned around to face you. He was close enough that you could see he had little specks of green in the blue of his eyes you hadn’t noticed before.

“Oh, the reason I stopped by was I wanted to give you a housewarming present.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a billiard number 8 ball on a keychain.

“Is this because I beat you,” you smiled as he placed it in your hand.

“You caught me on an off day,” he joked, putting his hands in his pockets, walking the short distance to the stairs connected to the small porch.

“Keep telling yourself that punk, but thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He stopped and turned around. “Are you going to be okay after I leave? I could call your brother on my way home.”

“I’ll be okay, but I appreciate it. If you didn’t show up, I don’t know what would’ve happened.”

“Happy to help, and if you ever need to talk, my ear is always open,” he smiled, stepping down the stairs. “Have a good morning, YN.”

“You too, and have a safe shift,” you waved, closing and locking your door behind him. You looked down at his gift, and it brought a smile to your face. It was a silly gift, but the memory behind it made it more meaningful.

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AN: Thanks for reading Part 9! We finally got to learn about her tragic past, and I hope some of you got answers. We also got to learn who her husband was, and for those of you who don't know who Billy Russo is, he is the beaut off The Punisher. Was anyone surprised? I thought putting him in the part made more sense because Brock Rumlow would be too obvious, and I felt like he didn't fit the part as well as Russo did. And what about Thor coming to the realization of what was happening to his sister when she showed up on his steps? Do you still think he still regrets not noticing it sooner? And Steve, could the reason he left Brooklyn be because of what happened to his friends during the Arson Artist mess, or was it something else? All these questions, so little answers! Haha! Hope you all are still enjoying it after this deep part. Remember likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome. Thanks for reading!

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zigtheeortega · 4 years ago

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incomparable

pairing | logan x mc

word count | 7.4k

warnings | there’s a lot of angst in this one, and it’s definitely an emotional hurt/comfort fic! if you don’t like the idea of logan trying to move on, then this one isn’t for you!

tags | @raleighcarrera, @pixeljazzy, @senatorraines, @dionneserrano, @blainehayes, @rodappreciationweek

author’s note | a while ago, my sweet friend and fellow mod @/pixeljazzy suggested a fic plot that’s angsty and absolutely demonic, aka logan tries to move on, so i decided to write it! i’d been working on this before the mods decided to create the time capsule challenge, so i’m very content that this fits into the theme well !!! and to clarify, this is an au where my mc raquel writes down her experience with the mpc and ends up publishing it and unintentionally becomes a best selling author! also yes rodaw brought me out of my choices writing break and i’m not mad at it at all

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She wasn’t Raquel.

That much was obvious – she was taller. Her shoulders were broader. Her hair was short, bluntly cut at her collarbones, and dark brown.

She was tattoo free. The skin of her arm was bare – a clean slate. Untouched.

She seemed more innocent, too. Not in the way that Raquel was when they first met.

This woman was grown with a full time job and a comfy apartment in the heart of the city, but… there was something missing.

She probably had no clue that there was a seedy underbelly to her home. Didn’t have the misfortune of crossing paths with someone like him when he was at his worst.

She was privileged enough to go about her life while a whole microcosm of crime happened right under her nose. And she didn’t want to know. Didn’t need to know.

Logan wasn’t exactly jazzed to shatter another woman’s innocence the way he did with Raquel.

This girl seemed… safe. Level headed, secure, and millions of miles away from the life he’d abandoned.

It kind of happened by accident. Meeting her, that is.

It wasn’t a carefully crafted “accident” like with Raquel. She actually just… caught his eye.

He’d gotten an honest job as a mechanic on the outskirts of L.A., working mostly with the struggling working class that had long been banished to the dingiest corners, despite being the most important cogs in the city’s machine.

The autoshop was family owned, and had been for generations – the owner, Nicandro, had accepted Logan as his own, and Logan had practically become a part of the Alvarez family.

He hadn’t anticipated finding his own home in the same city that’d chewed him up and spat him out time and time again.

A couple months into working there, he was finally settling into his routine. Nine-to-five job on weekdays, community college classes on weekends, and the occasional Saturday mass when he was invited by the Alvarezes.

He was functioning. He had a routine. And then this girl came in and disrupted it all.

The Honda Civic girl.

When the average looking car pulled up outside, he didn’t give it a second glance.

He went back to work, arms deep in the engine, grimy and stained from repairing Miss Anita’s ancient artifact she insisted on saving even though it was less than a thousand miles away from crumbling cartoon-style till only the wheels were left.

(But she was family to the Alvarezes, so Nicandro insisted on repairing the car for free nearly every week when she needed something new tweaked.)

He heard her voice from across the room and still didn’t look up from his hands.

“Hi, this is embarrassing, but my engine light thingy came on and I have no clue what it means,” she said with a nervous laugh. “I’m on my way out of town for a couple of days, so I thought I’d stop and get it checked out before you closed for the night.”

“Aye, Lo, can you help her out real quick? We’ve gotta truck coming in with parts soon and I gotta keep watch,” Nicandro called across the garage, shooting Logan a toothy grin as soon as he looked up.

“Sure,” Logan smiled politely, scrubbing his forearm over his brow, the sweat managing to hold a couple strands of his hair captive against his skin.

He was assuming it’d be a typical oil change, but the second she came into view, the ghost of the last time he left L.A. gripped his heart and squeezed until adrenaline shot through every vein in his body.

Her t-shirt, tucked neatly into her denim shorts, read “Langston”.

It wasn’t the sweatshirt, but it was the same design, same color.

He knew staying in L.A. was a gamble, but he was willing to risk it. Staying away from Raquel was priority for her safety, but… he couldn’t bury the inkling of hope that pushed its way to the surface when he walked into a coffee shop or a bookstore – places he knew she’d love.

Once he saw the shirt and her big brown eyes, he was done for.

She wasn’t Raquel, but something about her lived in this stranger.

Before he could stop himself, he was comparing her to his first love – a disaster waiting to happen.

Their first date was anything but – she insisted on bringing him a vanilla milkshake from his favorite burger place to his work.

“How’d you know I was working?” He asked earnestly, mirroring her soft smile.

“I didn’t. Nicandro told me vanilla milkshakes were your favorite and I didn’t want to ruin the surprise so…” she shrugged, her cheeks flushed. “I’ve, uh, brought milkshakes up here every day this weekend.”

He laughed – a real genuine surprised laugh – and took a sip from the styrofoam cup. “You didn’t let them go to waste, did you?”

“Nah, Nicandro’s been really happy with me.”

“Yum,” he hummed. “I’m happy with you, too.”

She grinned in delight, taking a sip from hers. “I’m glad my hard work paid off.”

She stayed there for his whole lunch break, and they chatted, casual conversation with no substance, and he actually enjoyed himself.

The last time he remembered having casual conversations about nothing with a girl his age, he was curled underneath the sheets with Raquel, tracing the outlines of her sleeve of tattoos. He could’ve listened to her talk for hours.

This girl… she was pretty tolerable – she listened to him (hung on every word, even) and cared about what he had to say, even though it was a laid back, low stakes conversation.

“My name’s Renée, you know. I realized I haven’t told you,” she smiled, resting her cheek on her hand. She was facing him, and they were seated on the same side of the old wooden table out back behind the garage.

“Renée,” he repeated, shaking the styrofoam cup to gather the last bit of milkshake at the bottom before tipping it back to lap it up. “I’m Logan.”

“Logan,” she nodded. “It suits you.”

“S’not my real name,” he shrugged.

He didn’t know why he was telling her that. If he told her too much, it’d end the same.

She tipped her own cup back, tapping the bottom to get little stray ice chunks out. “Fine by me. I still think it suits you.”

She was way too trustworthy of a man she didn’t know, but… wasn’t that what attracted him to Raquel in the first place?

Without a shred of judgement in her eyes, Raquel took everything Logan said as the truth, despite how many times he’d fucked up. Betrayed her.

Renée didn’t look at him like he was a criminal and… well… he wasn’t one anymore. He was still in the criminal mindset, though, since he’d been ostracized for so damn long.

The next couple weeks were uncomfortable – not because Renée made him uncomfortable in the slightest. If anything, she was doing the opposite, and that was the problem.

He’d had to reopen himself to caring about another woman, and to say it was a difficult task was an understatement. The gates were stubborn, rusted shut, so much so that he had to force them apart, ignoring the grating screech of metal and the inevitable pain that came with being vulnerable again.

They went on a few dinner dates. She brought him lunch at work. She invited him to her apartment. They went to a food truck festival together.

Renée disrupted his routine, and it was a breath of fresh air.

He’d gotten so comfortable with his quaint life and his work family that he hadn’t pushed himself to do much more than that.

But the first time she held his hand, he froze.

She casually grabbed his hand to lead him through a crowd and his body reacted like he’d been electrocuted. It wasn’t wrong, but it felt wrong.

“Are you good?”

“I’m fine,” he reassured her, wiping his clammy palm against his jeans before letting her grab his hand again.

It wasn’t wrong, but it was wrong.

He should’ve ended it that moment, but he didn’t. He’d convinced himself that if he could push through the initial weirdness of it all, he’d be happy. Eventually.

So he went through the motions with her, trying his hardest to push his comparisons of her to Raquel to the back of his mind, but every so often it’d bubble to the surface.

It’d manifest in the most random ways.

She liked Coke icees, not cherry.

Oh we watched that rom-com together, and she hated it because it was too corny.

She likes that TV show as background noise because she thinks it’s dumb, and I do, too.

It was unhealthy to think of Raquel that much – to compare Renée to her that much – but he couldn’t help it.

The last time he was happy, safe, loved, was with Raquel. He hadn’t chased that feeling for a long time (because he wasn’t sure he could find it again), but with Renée he was getting closer to what he used to have.

Maybe it was selfish, but he wanted that warmth – that comfort – again.

She wasn’t Raquel, but she’d have to do.

A month into their casual dating, Renée kissed him. Well, she tried.

She’d insisted on driving him to a boujee rooftop bar near her place and was thoroughly buzzed off a couple of cosmopolitans less than an hour into them being there.

The party was in full swing around them, the corny ass cover band on their fourth “tribute” to Billy Joel.

He was out of his element to say the least.

Just as he was about to lean over to tell her he needed to use the bathroom, she’d wrapped her arms around his neck and smashed her mouth against his, planting sloppy, sugary, open mouthed kisses on his parted lips, frozen in shock.

“Logan,” she breathed, squeezing him tighter, not even registering how tense he was.

“Renée… hey, hey,” he said, gently but firmly pulling her away from him. “I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink.”

Her big brown eyes welled up with tears and his chest twinged with guilt, the distant memory of the first time he’d betrayed Raquel floating around the back of his brain.

“I’m sorry I – I don’t know what came over me –” she turned away from him, dabbing her eyes with the crook of her finger.

“It’s okay. No need to apologize,” he reassured her, rubbing his palm in small circles on her back. “We’re good.”

“I wanted our first kiss to be special and I royally screwed that up,” she sighed, swivelling back till she was facing him again.

“Can’t do worse than me.”

She chewed her lip, trying to hold back a smile. “Oh yeah?”

“I was a girl’s first kiss… five minutes after we’d outrun the cops.”

Her laugh was a surprised one, her bright smile replacing her disappointed expression almost immediately.

“That’s surprising. I never pegged you as a law breaking type,” she blinked, the alcohol clearly making her a bit more ballsy than she normally was.

It was his turn to laugh – he doubled over, nearly knocking over her half empty glass in the process.

“I used to be quite a troublemaker.”

Despite her not-so-subtle hints over the next few weeks, he couldn’t bring himself to kiss her.

She probably thought he was the prudiest of the prudes, the local catholic church’s golden boy, the working man’s poster child of abstinence till marriage.

He just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Yet.

He was wearing himself down more and more each day – he was on the track to kiss her in… a couple months to a year. Probably.

Two months in, she invited him to a swanky event her job was hosting.

She was one of many accountants working in the financial department for a large publishing company. She had a really cool gig, and she knew it. She never bragged, but she was proud of her accomplishments.

So why was she dating a mechanic who was making a third of her income? He had no idea.

Either way, he tried to enjoy himself. The car that picked them up was luxurious, and that and the food and booze reflected just how much money their company had made that year.

The venue was huge and packed to the brim with hundreds of people, the standing tables a couple feet apart all throughout the ballroom.

“Damn, they weren’t playing around with this, huh?” He mused, taking a sip from his mug, filled to the brim with locally brewed beer.

“Yep, they’re serious about giving a warm welcome to new authors,” Renée said over the rim of her drink, gesturing vaguely to the room around them.

“Yeah, so is that what they’re doing?”

“Mhmm. Every year we hold a big party to celebrate our deals for that year. It’s really just to pat ourselves on the back and give our new authors a sense of comfort here, you know?”

“Can I get a booklist or something? I might wanna check out some of these books afterwards. I feel guilty as hell eating duck, drinking their expensive ass alcohol, and rolling back home without, ya know, doing anything,” he shrugged, the fabric of his hand me down suit straining with effort at the motion.

“One of the authors insisted on not being included in any of the party promos so… she kinda ruined it for everybody. But she’s our number one best seller for this year, so…” she rolled her eyes, tipping back the last of her cosmo.

“And don’t worry about it. We budgeted for this and we’re good,” Renée nodded, giving Logan’s hand a squeeze over the table.

“So what’s the itinerary for the night?” Logan asked, rolling his mug around by its base, the beer swirling around the edges, just barely kissing the rim, but not quite overflowing.

It was stupid to relate to a fucking mug of beer, but he did.

Anytime he pushed himself to his limit with Renée, he retreated, never breaking past that threshold, that barrier he set in place for himself long before he’d ever met her.

“The President is gonna give some speech – he’s that guy right there –” she said, scooting around the table till her arm was pressed against the sleeve of his jacket, “Then the Vice President – that woman – is gonna introduce the guests of honor, and they’ll give introductions. Then a brief presentation from my boss about how much money we raked in this year, then… yep. We can leave.”

“Sounds painless enough.”

She laughed, leaning her head against his shoulder. “Thanks for coming with me, Lo. I really appreciate it.”

Before he could register what was happening, she’d tipped his chin towards her, pressing a tender, gracious kiss on his lips.

She pulled back, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

He mirrored her smile, but inside he was screaming.

He felt nothing. The kiss elicited absolutely nothing from him.

She kissed him and it felt like he was kissing a friend. Completely platonic.

He’d sunk months into getting comfortable with her just for it to blow up in his face. The second he’d let his guard down so things could progress naturally, it backfired.

He’d taken Raquel for granted. Being with her was so effortless that he didn’t have to think about it, and he let that slip away without trying to get her back.

He thought he was doing the right thing by her, but it was hurting him more than he’d ever anticipated.

It wasn’t that he considered her another notch in the bedpost. It was the opposite – the bedpost didn’t exist anymore.

There was only her. No one else. No matter how many times he tried to remedy his broken heart, it’d just bring him right back to her: the only woman that ever had the privilege of making herself a home there.

“I, uh, need to go to the restroom. Excuse me,” he said, jabbing his thumbs toward the double doors, heading outside before she had a chance to respond.

He pushed his way out of the room, his heart in time with the slap of his shoes against the flooring.

As soon as he was out of the doors, he kept walking, striding past the laggards mingling in the hallway, past the bathrooms, past the security, till he felt the dirty L.A. air coat his lungs.

God, if he could only catch his breath maybe he could go back in there and salvage the night. Maybe even make himself look less like a skittish idiot.

Despite the fact that his brain was wired to unintentionally treat her like a friend, he didn’t want to hurt this girl.

He didn’t smoke often – just a taste of nicotine when he was drunk or the occasional cigarette when he was stressed.

There was a crumpled pack in his glove box that’d been there for months.

Why didn’t he just drive? He was fucking stranded. He couldn’t run. Couldn’t put distance between him and this situation that he’d willingly put himself in.

None of this was Renée’s fault. There wasn’t a single aspect of the situation that was her fault.

She was a girl who wanted to date a boy because of reciprocated interest.

He felt like the biggest loser in the world. Here she was, a beautiful girl with a lust for life and ambitions that dwarfed anything he’d ever imagined for himself.

And all she wanted to do was love him.

And he wouldn’t let her. Couldn’t let her.

His back slid against the brick wall until he was squatting, arms braced against his knees while he tried to gulp down fresh air as fast as the wind whipped at him.

He’d managed to find the one corner of the building that was completely unoccupied. For once, he was thankful for his gut instinct to lurk in the shadows.

He’d barely gotten a minute of solitude before the door closest to him flew open, a blur of tulle streaking across his peripheral.

The person’s breaths were labored, panicked, as they ran the opposite direction until they were at the edge of the pavement.

They bent down, just like he had, and clasped both hands over their mouth, letting out a small muffled scream.

When she was finished with that, she tilted her chin upwards, her skin illuminated by the light from the parking lot that spilled onto their side of the building.

If he thought breathing was difficult before, it got a whole lot worse when she noticed he was there.

She jumped, yelping like a wounded animal before stumbling back, catching herself with her hands. “Oh my god, I didn’t know anyone was here – I’m sorry –”

Pushing herself back up to stand, she brushed her palms off and shook the tulle skirt clean. “I’m just a little stressed. Sorry again for the outburst.”

That can’t be her. There’s no way, he thought, his mouth drying out when he got a clear view of her face.

“Raquel?” He asked, timidly, voice cracking on the first syllable.

She froze, searching the shadows, her hands white knuckling her skirt.

He didn’t speak, and neither did she. He couldn’t tell how long they’d been quiet when he pushed himself to his full height and took a step towards her.

“No, no, no, there’s no way,” she whispered, stumbling backwards, catching herself on the brick wall.

“It’s – uh, it’s me –” he said, laying his palm flat against his chest. “It’s Logan.”

His voice trembled, the effort of speaking (despite nearly being rendered speechless) was more than he could handle – it was as if he had to manually pick up his words like stones and drop them, and they were heavy, and he was weak.

She slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide. She didn’t respond.

“I… uh, what are you doing here?” He asked finally, forcing the question past his lips.

If he didn’t say something he’d be drinking her in all night. It’d been a couple years, but she looked exactly the same.

Yeah, her hair was mid-length, the ombre traded for a black tone, and she’d gotten a few more tattoos that he could see, but she was the same old Raquel.

Same old Raquel, but professionally styled. He wasn’t self conscious of his hand-me-down suit until he noticed how polished she looked.

“I could ask you the same thing,” she breathed, a strained tone followed by a struggled breath.

His heart dropped to his stomach. He’d completely forgotten about Renée.

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened and closed it again, like a fucking fish out of water. There was no way to beat around it.

“I’m a plus one.”

Her perfectly gelled brows furrowed, and his gut clenched at the motion.

He was scared as hell, but damn did she look exactly like she did when she was hunched over a textbook, scrawling notes as quick as her brain summarized the words on the page.

“You didn’t… deliberately come here to see me?” She asked, searching his face for something (the truth, probably).

He ran a hand through his unruly hair, an inch or so shorter than she’d last seen it.

Why’d he have to run into her after he’d gotten a trim? He’d imagined this moment going so many different ways, and every scenario he’d pictured them looking like they did the moment they parted – if he had it his way, every detail would be exactly the same as the day he disappeared into the night, from his head down to his shoes.

“I, uh… No, I didn’t,” he stammered, taking another step her way, and that time she didn’t move back.

Shaking her head, she watched him, expression incredulous. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Just because I didn’t come here for you doesn’t mean I’m not happy to see you,” he said, reaching out towards her.

He thought she’d flinch away, but she stayed planted in place, her eyelids fluttering shut when he stroked the pad of his thumb against her jaw, revelling in how soft her skin was. Just like he remembered.

“So beautiful,” he murmured. “The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

She turned her head just enough till she could kiss his palm, leaving a streak of lipgloss on his calloused skin. “This doesn’t feel real.”

“It is, baby,” he reassured her, before testing her even further by tugging her into a hug. “This isn’t a dream, but it sure feels like one.”

She ran her hands across his back, like she was refamiliarizing herself with his frame, before squeezing him tight, her arms shaking with effort. “You smell exactly the same.”

He laughed, burying his nose into her crown, pressing a kiss there. “You do, too. Like lavender’n’heaven.”

Raquel was in front of him, just as warm and pretty as she was the last time he’d seen her. She even felt the same in his arms, molding to his shape like no time had passed.

Adrenaline surged in his veins, and he took advantage of his momentary courage by tipping her chin upward to get a good look at her.

God, she was so fucking pretty.

Nothing else mattered to him anymore. His mechanic job, his car, his friendships, his home in L.A. –

He’d made a home in those dark brown eyes, and he was willing to drop everything and follow her to the ends of the earth if that meant he’d be back in the one home he’d ever known.

She blinked away a few tears, her bottom lip trembling, dimpling her chin.

He cupped her face between his palms, cradling her face as gently as he would with something breakable, soaking in the moment for as long as he could.

He could’ve held her like that and re-committed every inch of her face to memory, but she broke first, closing the gap by pressing her lips against his and Christ did she taste sweet.

Their mouths, arms, bodies, slotted together perfectly, not an inch of space between them.

Just as he parted his lips for her, she stiffened, retreating from him immediately.

“You taste like cherry. I hate cherry.”

Her tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip. “You hate cherry.”

He went rigid, the details from a few minutes before flooding back to him. Renée was wearing cherry gloss.

“Oh my god… you’re here with someone?” She asked, but she said it with such conviction, because she knew it was true, and she was begging for it not to be.

His mouth popped open and shut again. “I’m sorry –” “You don’t have to apologize. You’ve moved on and that’s okay. I’m happy for you.” Her voice was trembling with each word – the stones were heavy, and she was struggling, and he could tell.

“No, Raquel, it’s not like that. I promise –”

“Please don’t make me any promises, Lo. I don’t know if my heart can take it,” she said, palms up in surrender.

And she said his nickname. It sounded wrong coming from anyone but her.

“I’m serious, baby, I didn’t think I’d see you again, especially at a schmooze fest like this.”

She blinked, once, twice, processing what he’d said. “So… not only did you insult me by showing up with another woman, but you’re insulting this event that I’ve worked so hard to attend, and you’re insulting me.”

“Raquel… I never meant it that way, I… I don’t know. I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

He dug the heel of his palms into his eyes, groaning in frustration. “I stayed in L.A. in case I ever saw you again, but I didn’t think it’d be this soon, and I dreamed up lots of scenarios but none of them went like this. I fucked it up majorly and I don’t know how to fix it. I don’t fucking know.”

She didn’t say anything for a while, her arms folded across her chest while she mulled over his words. “I never tried moving on.”

It hit him like a gut punch, grabbing his organs and twisting till pain shot throughout his body. “You didn’t?” Was all he could manage.

“No, I couldn’t. There’s no way I could when I’m still in love with you.”

She screwed her eyes shut, a sob leaving her before she could contain it.

“Raquel, please believe me –” Logan pleaded, stepping towards her. “If I woulda known you were gonna be here, trust me, I’d be dressed better and you’d be my date and I’d be showing you off to the world –”

Her watch buzzed, startling the both of them. “I… have to go. We can talk after, if you want.”

“Yes, please. That’s all I want,” he laced his fingers with hers, gently tugging her hand towards his lips to press a soft kiss on her knuckles. “I’ll find you after. I promise.”

Giving him one last once over, drinking him in, like she was second guessing if he was real, she stepped back through the doors.

He took a few deep breaths to compose himself before heading in – explaining his outburst to Renée hadn’t crossed his mind till he walked back inside.

He made his way back to the table, running over how he was going to apologize, but nothing stuck. He couldn’t think of anything but Raquel.

Renée was sipping on her second drink of the night, and his beer looked like it’d been dipped into as well.

“Are you okay?” She asked immediately. “I’m sorry about kissing you like that I just – I just thought you were comfortable enough. I screwed up again, Lo, and I’m so sorry.”

“Renée…” He couldn’t get over how unnatural “Lo” sounded coming from her. “The way I’ve been acting has nothing to do with you, okay? You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Kinda sounds like you’re breaking up with me,” she laughed once, rolling her eyes. They widened as soon as it dawned on her. “Wait… are you?”

“Can we talk outside? I really want you to hear me out –” “Logan, if you’re gonna dump me, at least respect me enough to not do it in the parking lot,” she sighed, chugging the rest of her drink.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he agreed, sliding his half empty mug of beer her way. “I do respect you, though. A lot. You’re an amazing person.”

Sighing, she tipped back the beer, gulping until he could see her eyes through the transparent bottom of the glass. “I’ve definitely heard this spiel before.”

“I’m gonna tell you this story, and you’re probably not gonna believe it, but it’s true, and it was my life – it is my life,” he started, leaning against the table so she could hear his low tone.

“Years ago, I met the woman of my dreams, and she was innocent and way too fucking good for me. I was breaking the law daily by doing jobs with crews of criminals like me, living off the grid, making money in ways I’m not too proud of.

“She was a part of one of my last jobs before I left L.A. to lay low and I, uh, I fell in love with her. I’m still in love with her. I don’t know what my life would look like if I wasn’t in love with her, you know?”

Her face screwed up in disgust, and she all but slammed the mug down, whispering furiously. “Are you mocking me? Did you seriously just regurgitate the plot of Ride or Die to me? That’s the story you’re going with? One that isn’t even your own?”

“Huh, what? What are you –”

The speakers crackled and a mic squeaked as who Logan assumed to be President tapped the surface of it, cutting off his response.

“Hello everyone, I hope you’re all having a wonderful night so far. As most of you may know, my name is Arnie Harris, and I’m the President of Harris Publishing. When my grandfather founded Harris Publishing back in 1901, he only did so because he wanted to be able to publish a few of his wife’s poems as a gift. Publishers refused to register it under her name, so he made his own company so my grandma could achieve her dream of being a published author, and throughout the years, we’ve been committed to giving voices to women and minorities alike.

“This year’s been one of our best yet, and I’m so thankful to our new authors for seeing something in us and our mission statement. A big thank you to everyone here tonight – Editing, Marketing, Finance, all the staff and employees, hell, the caterers here tonight, valets, everyone. Tonight wouldn’t be possible without you.”

He droned on for a bit longer before the Vice President took the stage, and she began introducing the newest authors that they’d signed that year.

They’d copped quite a few best sellers, which was impressive. Each author took the stage briefly to thank Harris Publishing and give a brief summary of their goals for the next few years.

Renée was ignoring him at that point, refusing to even look his way. He’d be more upset about that if he wasn’t scanning every inch of the room for Raquel, trying desperately to spot the rose colored tulle and midnight hair in the crowd.

“– and the last author of the night, the number one young adult New York Times’ Best Seller for five months and counting, Raquel Olvera with Ride or Die!”

His head snapped towards the stage, his eyes wide. “What the fuck –”

“Renée, she… who…”

“She’s our top seller. The one I said didn’t wanna be in the promos?” She answered flatly, still staring straight ahead.

“Renée, that’s – that’s her, that’s the girl I’m in love with –”

“Oh, please –” She stopped when she saw how genuinely caught off guard he was. “Oh my god, you’re not lying.”

“No, that’s her – I didn’t think – I ran into her outside and she said we’d talk later, but I – I didn’t think she was coming back inside for this –”

“You’re who she wrote about,” Renée whispered, her eyes as wide as Logan’s were, words beginning to slur just a bit. “Holy shit, I just thought the names were a coincidence, but no, you’re him.”

“What… huh?”

“Oh, Logan…” Her eyes filled with tears. “Ride or Die is about you, your old crew, and how she fell in love with you.”

His heart sank. “About me?”

She nodded. “She changed most of the names but kept some, including yours. The ending… you really had to leave L.A. to flee the cops?”

He nodded. “The feds were on our tails.”

“My god… she’s so in love with you. You have to go to her,” Renée shook her head, her hair swaying around her. “No hard feelings at all. You can’t let her go – I’m serious.”

She’d taken the stage, and had begun thanking people while Logan and Renée whispered furiously at each other. By the time they looked up, she was beginning her speech.

“I never really set out to become a writer. Even though I’m a published author, I don’t really feel like one. Every time I step back to assess the response I’ve gotten to ‘Ride or Die’, I’m rendered speechless without fail. I just wanted an outlet to get my story out, and surprisingly – thankfully – the lovely staff of Harris Publishing decided to take a chance on me. I never thought this level of success was possible, and I’m so grateful for everyone here.”

She held for applause, smiling as though she was grateful for each clap.

“But beneath the positivity and praise I’ve received, I’m still healing. I’m still hurting. Most people know that ‘Ride or Die’ is somewhat of a true story. And yes, I know there’ve been discussions on whether this is a fake autobiography and that I wrote this for attention. Honestly, for the first year after they left, I wished that it was fake, because I was in a lot of pain. Emotionally, I was in shambles.

“I’ve loved telling my story as a form of therapy, but I wouldn’t wish this pain on anyone. The love of my life vanished into the night and I couldn’t do a single thing about it. No closure, no healing, no moving on.

“Stagnancy’s been the norm for me for so long that I forgot what life was like when I was smiling every day. I’m still getting used to happiness being an everyday feeling for me.”

Raquel shook her head, taking a deep breath and dabbing at the corner of her eyes. The audience took this cue to clap again, encouraging her to continue.

Logan watched the monitor on the wall, which zoomed into her face, catching her dazzling brown eyes. He was in awe. She was tough as nails with a heart of gold and he still didn’t deserve her.

“I thought that a life without love was bleak, and that I was doomed to suffer because I didn’t know if I’d ever see Logan again.”

She took another deep breath, squaring her shoulders.

“I’ve realized that I’m surrounded by more love than I know what to do with. By those who love my story, who resonate with my story, and who want or already have a Logan of their own. I get to experience love every day through that affirmation, and I took it for granted till… well, tonight, honestly.

“The end of the story wasn’t really the end of the story for me. I thought that ‘Ride or Die’ was the first and final book, and I’ve been terrified for a while that by the time the hype for this book died down, so would my hope, and I’d have to move on… but like I’ve said, the closure I’ve craved is in everyone that carries my story with them. You’re all healing me by making me feel seen and heard and loved.

“This might be a lot for a speech at a fancy event at the publishing company that signed me, but through all of you who’ve made this possible, I feel like the version of me from years ago when I hopped in a sports car with a stranger who later turned out to be the love of my life.

“The adrenaline, the lust for life, feeling alive – I owe it all to you. Thank you.”

The cheers were raucous by the time she stepped off stage.

Logan’s throat was tight – she still loved him no matter how much it hurt.

Jesus fucking Christ, he would never deserve her.

Renée was sniffling next to him, hand over her mouth. “Logan, you seriously need to go to her. You can’t let her get away again.”

He pulled her in for a quick hug, leaning down to kiss her cheek. “Thank you, sweetheart. You really do deserve so much better than me.”

She grinned and patted his cheek lightly. “You’ve never been more right.”

He turned, darting towards the doors, shoving past anyone and everyone to get outside.

When he made it out of the doors, he ran smack into Raquel.

Thankfully, the only people outside of the room were the security guards, who’s attention was focused on the front door.

Raquel pulled him down the hallway and stopped at the last door on the left, a sign with her name on it taped to the outside of the door.

She fumbled with the keycard, her hands trembling.

“Shit –” she cursed, the card tumbling from her hands and onto the tile floor.

He snatched it off the ground and scanned it in one swoop. Within seconds, she’d shoved the door open and slammed it behind them.

His heart was racing. The last time she’d been this hasty was their final kiss, and he couldn’t fathom going through that again.

She stood in front of him, his back to the door, her gaze trained on his chest.

From his height he can see that her face is contorted, but she buries her face in her hands before he can get a good look.

“She looks just like me.” Her voice was a mere whisper, like she couldn’t manage anything more than that.

His heart sank to his feet. “Raquel –” “You say you didn’t know I was going to be here, but then why’d you date someone that works at the same company my book’s being published at?”

“I know it’s hard to believe, but I didn’t come here with the intention of hurting you,” he started, gently resting a palm on her shoulder. “Especially knowing how hard it’s been for you, I –”

He broke his sentence off, cursing himself. “Shit, I didn’t know you were having just as hard a time as me. I figured you’d go to college and meet someone better than me. I don’t know.”

“You can’t just say you expected me to move on because you clearly haven’t. What, is her name Rachel or something?” She pulled back, putting a step of space between them.

He shook his head. “Renée.”

“It even starts with the same letter,” she shook her head, biting her lip. “You thought I’d move on so you started dating the first person that reminded you of me?”

“I – I’m –” He stuttered, dumbfounded that she’d gotten it in one try, as much as he didn’t want to admit it out loud.

“I want you to understand why I’m upset, Lo. You came back to L.A. because you thought there was a possibility that you’d see me again, but you ‘figured I’d move on’. You’re seeing a girl that looks like she could be related to me, yet you’re avoiding discussing that. “I’m mad because while I’ve been trying to heal, you’ve been making yourself suffer, and that’s not fair to Renée. You had no idea if you were gonna see me again so you tried to get the next best thing. You have to see why that’s fucked up, Lo.”

“Even if I was dating Renée because she reminded me of you, none of that matters now.”

“You can’t just dump Renée because you took one look at the girl you dated for a month years ago and decided you wanted her instead –”

“Stop. Don’t try to downplay your role in my life, Raquel. You’re not ‘just the girl I dated’, alright? I loved you then and I love you now.”

“You can’t love me and string her along at the same time, Logan,” she furiously whispered, her voice nearing hysterics.

He blinked, shaking his head. “Did… you think I was coming here to show you that I’d moved on? And wanted to rub it in your face?”

She chewed the inside of her lip, her dark brown eyes downcast. “Maybe.”

“Renée ended things first. Just now, actually. The minute she realized that I’m the Logan from your book, she told me I needed to go to you,” he reassured her, reaching out to tip her chin up with a crooked finger, forcing her to meet his eye.

“Raquel, I had no fucking clue you’d written about us and the old crew. All these years, I’ve always known how much I love you but… goddamn, I didn’t know you loved me the way I loved you.”

Her eyes glistened, her surprised laugh coming out as a soft sob.

“So… you really do love me? It wasn’t just circumstance?” She asked, leaning into his palm when he slid his hand up to cup her cheek.

“It doesn’t matter how we felt back then, baby. None of that matters now because we fell for each other while we were apart,” he smiled softly, leaning in to press a soft kiss on her lips.

“God, I love you,” she whispered against his lips, deepening the kiss.

“Say it again,” he murmured. “I need to hear it again.”

“I love you,” she repeated, louder, more confident this time. “I’ll say it as many times as you want, as long as you say it back.”

“I love you,” he said, no hesitation, tangling his fingers through her hair and pulling her in again.

The only time they came up for air was to whisper sweet affirmations against each other’s skin before delving back into silently relearning what they could about each other.

Logan had never been the best with words, and he was at peace with that. He knew that when it mattered, he’d show it. And in the dim lighting of Raquel’s green room, he showed her over and over just how much she meant to him.

Kiss by kiss, they adhered themselves to each other, undoubtedly deciding they’d never let each other go again.

She wasn’t Raquel. That much was obvious. She’d grown into much more than the timid girl he’d met on her 18th birthday, and even more than the headstrong driver he’d left behind.

And he loved her this way and that way – any way he could get her. His love for every version of her was boundless, incomparable to anything he’d ever felt before.

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