#also i gotta elaborate on their first time and the other times that billy don't count ;)))

[abusivelittlebunny]

I am utterly in love thank you so much siggy I'm kissing your face all over as I want to kiss this pretty little whore♡♡

"Alright, listen up, guys. Here your safety is my responsibility so you better take my every word as if I was your very own God. Or mother. Whichever you'd be scared shitless off most. I'm not trying to get my license taken away, so you better follow all the safety measures I'm about to list, and I'm telling them for a reason. If you're trying to injure yourself or die in a dumb way, go do that in someone else's pool." Billy strolled in front of the chuckling diving class, swinging his whistle casually before going into the actual rules with a bit more professionalism.

Frank was impressed, watching it all from the side. He never thought Billy would manage to swing himself a real job, one he'd actually do well and enjoy, at least not here in Canada. Billy hated it here but they had to move, the farther the better.

Frank could get himself a job here, teaching at some community College for now, and Billy has been staying at home with the kids all day until a couple months ago where he decided he couldn't bear not swimming any more. He found the local pool and just by coincidence they were looking for a diving instructor and Billy was more than happy to go through the progress to get a license and take the job. It was honestly inspiring how the kid that Frank was so used to seeing not giving a fuck about anything learning related, now go through books and notes and actually study to achieve something he wanted.

Frank was so proud of him when he saw him read another manual while he had one of their newborns on his tit, feeding peacefully. And it was lovely to hear his opinion on rules and cite sources and tell stories to the kids about incidents he read up on. Not the uh... gorey ones, per se, Frank would prefer if their kids weren't trying to reenact shark attacks in the living room, but still. It was nice to see Billy so enthusiastic about something that wasn't just sex.

Of course he encouraged him doing something he liked and getting a job but that also meant they needed to find a nanny or babysitter for the smaller ones of their children that couldn't be put in daycare or nursery yet. And Billy was not having it. He was far too territorial, and the couple of nannies that tried their luck were met with Billy's wrath over the smallest thing; and by the looks of Billy, all tattooed up young hot omega babe, you wouldn't guess he'd be growling over how someone bottle feeds his baby.

So they made a pact, Billy would be taking care of the babies until he had his afternoon diving classes when Frank would come by and pick up the kids to take them in with himself for work. Thankfully on those days that Billy had the classes, Frank managed to get himself in office work hours or one on one consultations so he could keep the babies peacefully occupied in his office in a ramp while looking over papers. The other lecturers were sympathetic, but baby drool on his shirt at meetings were a bit more than unprofessional. He needed to talk to Billy about finding a babysitter.

But for now all he could do is stare at Billy's excellent shape in that swimsuit that hugged his figure the way Frank wanted to hug it. You wouldn't really have been able to tell that Billy had a four pup litter six months ago if not for how his tits stretched the material of his swimsuit, little white milkstains at the nipples visible on the black material that Frank wanted to lick away so badly now. He still had a tiny little tum-tum, soft and very kissable at night, but all the swimming, even when it was only to teach the kids, really kept him in shape.

"Enjoying the view?"

Frank didn't realize how distracted he was until Billy flat out walked over to where he was sitting on the bench and when he spoke to him he needed a minute to comprehend the question.

"I uh, I was just admiring how well you're doing." Frank chuckled, embarrassed at being caught a little. "Who'd have thought, huh?"

"Just because I sucked as a student didn't mean I couldn't make it as a teacher." Billy joked but Frank was quick to defend.

"That's not what I meant, you know it. You're an excellent student when it comes to things you care about. I remember you reading all those maternity books and taking constant notes as well and you became an excellent mom. I'm just... surprised you handle less capable people so well. You're not the most patient person, beloved."

"Well. They don't make it easy," Billy looked over to where he ordered the students, mostly college aged or older adults, to swim a couple rounds just to practice handling the weight of the gear. "But they haven't yet given me a reason to be utterly pissed off yet. But I'll wait it out. I'm sure drowning a couple people wouldn't be license-revoking worthy."

"I'd not experiment with it, though." Frank mused just as one of their little ones started fussing in the buggy. Billy reached in on instinct to take the baby out right at the same time that Frank did and they huffed out a laugh before Frank shooed Billy away gently. "It's alright, darling, I got him. You go back to work, I already stayed for too long. You're just a very distracting sight."

"You're telling me?" Billy giggled and pet at their baby's back while Frank rocked it gently tucked against his shoulder. "I have been imagining riding you while I'm giving the lesson this entire time. You can't just sit there looking like the perfect hubby and daddy and expect me to not soak through my wet-suit."

"Well. That may get your license revoked, but it doesn't hurt to try just to make sure," Frank whispered, kissing Billy's cheek before his boy turned to kiss back on his mouth. If it was only a couple years earlier, Frank would have been utterly red in the face and chiding Billy for saying such things but by now he was used to his lewd little minx. He grew a little lewd himself to be honest. "When do you finish here?"

"Six, why?" Billy bit at his lip taking a quick look back to his students to check that no one was watching him flirt hard with his alpha. Not that he'd care if they did. "You wanna reenact our first time after? I have a little speedo in my bag, I could change into it and moan Mr. Tassone the same way I did as a teen. The showers here are more spacious too."

"Hold on, baby, that wasn't even our first time," Frank rubbed at Billy's waist, not caring if the suit was still wet under his touch. They were being inappropriate, he knew but fuck, he long stopped fighting back against the pull Billy had on him.

"First time having proper knotting in my cunt sex, yeah. That couple times in your car and in the toilets and in your office don't count."

"Now I'm getting very interested in who else you've been with that wouldn't count in your opinion, but I digress. I want to take you out tonight. Right after you finish work. I'll pick you up, okay?"

Billy's coy look turned a little uneasy and he whispered back, "Hold on, but the kids-,"

"I've got a babysitter available tonight. We'll try him out, if you don't like him we can get rid of him after, but I need you out with me tonight. I already booked us a table at a lovely restaurant." Frank by now noticed that some of Billy's students were on the edge of the pool, being nosy about their business, and he kissed Billy's forehead before putting their baby back into the buggy with the others gently and taking his jacket to leave. "You need a little treat for your excellent work, honey."

"Wait," Billy took him by the arm and got on his tiptoes to whisper into his ear. "If you want to treat me right fuck me here in the showers until I'm raw and take me to the restaurant dripping with your cum."

Frank swallowed hard and nodded, his dick nodding together with him in his pants before he kissed Billy on the lips and spoke in a hoarse voice after. "I'll reschedule out table for an hour later then."

They were still another hour late to their reservation, and both of them were still partially wet, but at least Billy looked thoroughly satisfied munching down on his well-deserved pizza while he was already filled up with Frank's cum.

Boyd Holbrook The Skeleton Twins Dir: Craig Johnson

for @abusivelittlebunny, with love

[sharpth1ng]

Times are getting tough, they gotta start eating the people they kill, man.

But still though imagine they chopping up a body or something and there’s just a whole lot of fresh meet right there for free? Tell me they won’t get curious. And with that hc that Stu gets good at cooking then why wouldn’t they? Hannibal is an inspirational cooking show to Stu I guess (But also why’d they make it look really fucking good to eat in Hannibal?). Also the amount of blood these guys have swallowed before already like yeah they gonna try cooking up a person. If Billy don’t like it then more for Stu I guess 🤷��♂️ but they can always mask it with other flavours

Also middle-aged billy and stu in them murder suits 🤤🤤🤤

So first I love the suggestion that late stage capitalism leads to cannibalism, and honestly yeah it should, eat the rich, right now. Jeff Bezos and Elon Musk alone are responsible for so much widespread death and suffering, cannibalizing them wouldn't even begin to tip the scales.

(Anyways. Moving along.)

I definitely agree that they would try it, but here's my thing: body disposal isn't the Ghostface M.O. They pose their victims, they like to leave a scene for the cops and the media, because at the end of the day they're attention whores and I don't see that changing. If anything I think the staging becomes more elaborate as they age. And if a body part is missing that changes the narrative for the media, that becomes a trophy which suggests attachment, emotional investment, and I think that Billy would care about that kind of thing. When this happens it's probably because Stu is hooked on the show and begging Billy to let him harvest something so he can recreate a recipe.

(and on that note, the food looks good because it's part of Hannibal's persona, he gets away with what he does by presenting himself as cultured and exotically european to the americans around him. Hannibal sees himself as better than everyone else, who he literally refers to as pigs, farm animals raised for slaughter, throughout the series. He sees himself as elevating the meat through cooking, which is an art. All of that, but also the show is interested in eroticizing the taboo, pulling the audience in the same way it pulls in Will Graham. )

So again, I think they would try this but I don't think it would become a habit, it's high effort and it changes the tone of their murders. And you're right, they've both swallowed a lot of blood, but mostly it's each others. There's something different about consuming your lover as compared to consuming a stranger, and I just don't think the stranger would have quite the same appeal (for Billy for sure).

Also despite the fact that Billy would be on strike with the WGA right now, I don't think they're desperate for money because I think they're making and selling snuff films on the side.

This is just my view based on the way I've written them in Debaser though, if you see them as regular people eaters don't let me stop you.

And yeaaaahhh.... middle aged Stuilly in murder suits 👍

[addictofsupernatural]

Emotions (pt. 3)

Billy Hargrove x reader

Summary: Billy helps y/n make a list of what she needs to do and learn in her life.

Word Count: 2305

Chapter 1 • Series Masterlist • Chapter 4

"So what are we gonna do next?"

"I don't know. There's a lot of things that I've never done." You said. You both decided that he would come over tomorrow. After the call ended you buried your face in a pillow from excitement. Your face was hot and you couldn't stop smiling. You don't fully understand this feeling; it's one that you've never had before, but you love it.

The next day you heard a knock on the door and practically flew to it. You opened it with a big smile on your face, but your smile quickly faded as you saw a bruise on Billy's jawline. You reached for it, Billy looking down and watching you. "Billy, are you okay?"

He put his hand over yours as you gently grazed the purple patch of skin. "Course doll. Can I come in?"

You sadly smiled and nodded, although not too convinced that Billy was okay. He came in and looked around. It was small and old, but also cozy and had a home feeling to it. You both passed El's room, seeing her make out with some kid. You looked at Billy mischievously before kicking the door, causing the kid to shoot up and hit his shin on the bed. "Not cool five!"

You snickered as Billy tried his best to contain his laughter. That kid's face was just too priceless. You both get to your room and leave the door a crack open. You then get out a piece of paper and a pen, writing down all that Billy insists you have to experience. You were both laughing together when Hopper opened the door. "Hey. Just uh, checking in. Making sure everything's okay." He said, then muttering, "Y'know, keeping it PG and all."

Mike then passed by Hopper, stopping right behind him. You saw the time, and knew Mike would have Hopper take him home right about now. "I don't know Hopper, I think you might have to be careful. Billy Hargrove is the town's bad boy."

You stared at Mike, wide eyed. You then looked at Hopper and smiled. "That's strange, because his tongue has been in his mouth the whole time he's been here, but I can't say the same for Mike. Isn't that just the strangest thing?"

Billy bit his lip to hide his smile, although failing miserably. Mike had his mouth hanging open as Hopper gripped him by his shirt and dragged him out the door. "Y'know, for a sweet little thing like yourself, you got a wicked mouth on you doll."

You looked at him, uneasy. "Is that a bad thing?"

"Hell no. It's badass." You beamed and giggled, scooted closer to him. "Alright, now we gotta do all the things on this list."

You both agreed on what to do that day, leaving a note and grabbing the things you needed. You said goodbye to El and went to the car. Before Billy could start the car, you put a hand over his. "Um, I try to be honest with you about my life." You two stared at each other for a moment, before you gently ran your hand over the bruise on his jaw. "Friends don't lie."

He stared into your eyes, and though he didn't know why, he felt safe to talk to you about this. Friends don't lie. Billy couldn't recall if he actually had a real friend then. "Just a small fight with my old man, that's all." He muttered. "Saw Damien on my bed and called me a fag. He tried to throw it away and I wouldn't let him."

You took your hand away and stared at him with sad eyes. "This is my fault." You stated.

"Sweetheart no." He grabbed your hand, kissing your palm and settling it on his cheek. "I chose to fight him. That's on me. From now on I'm gonna hide him in my room. Right now I just wanna have a nice day with my favorite girl, okay?"

You gave him a small smile at the compliment and nodded. As Billy drove you quietly said, "Hey Billy," He nodded his head to show he was listening. "I think you're my favorite guy."

He flashed you a big charming smile. "Think, huh?" You giggled.

You looked down at yourself, uncomfortable. You weren't used to showing this much skin, and you certainly weren't used to wearing something without anything under. You stepped out of the Hawkins pool locker room and timidly walked towards Billy. "Maybe we shouldn't do this. I feel people staring at me."

Billy turned around after getting two towels to look at you, and he wasn't prepared for what he saw. You had your hair up in a high pony tail, letting him be able to see your face clearly. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes sparkled in the sun. You were hugging your body, in a one piece that was snug in all the right places.

"Well would you look at that?" He leaned against the counter, smirking as he looked you over again. "Aren't you just the prettiest thing? People are staring because of how great you look. Lucky me, I got to you before anyone else could snag you."

You bashfully looked down and smiled. Billy took your hand and led you to a pool chair where he sat you down and applied sunblock on you. As he did this, he listened to you babble on about how you almost went to a pool with El's friends before but then canceled because something happened with El that led to a lot of bad stuff that you didn't elaborate on.

"So you don't know how to swim then?" Billy asked. You shook your head. "All done. C'mon, you're gonna learn today."

You both went into the water, and Billy had you hook your arms around his neck while he swam to the deep end. At first you were nervous and didn't want to let go, but Billy insisted that it was okay and that he had you.

You got the hang of it fairly quickly, and the two of you were enjoying yourselves at the pool. A group of moms were glaring at you, and you caught bits and pieces of what they were saying.

Billy...girl...freak...ugly...body...

You could hear their snickering. You suddenly felt weird about your yourself. It was a new feeling, and it made you want to hide yourself from everyone. You suddenly felt a pair of hands under water bring you to Billy's muscular chest. "Don't pay attention to them." He murmured. "They ain't got nothing better to do."

You hung out at the pool for about another hour before you both went back to your home. He then told you that there was a party tonight, which was also on your list. Later on as you got ready, Billy called you with a gruffy sounding voice. You heard yelling in the background. He asked to come over, and you said yes.

About ten minutes later you heard a knock at the door and opened it. Billy had a leather jacket on and a dark red button down shirt with a few buttons undone. He looked down at your outfit, with your red skirt and cropped white long sleeved shirt. It looked perfect and adorable on you. "Billy!" You hugged him. "Are you okay?"

He looked down at you and smiled. "Yeah, just my old man again. Don't worry about it."

You frowned. "That won't stop me from worrying. But come in, I made food for Hopper and El." As he stepped inside your house, he couldn't help but feel warmer. This house had warmth in it, the type of warmth that Billy's house could never have. Billy was pulled out of his thoughts as you gently grabbed his arm, coming closer to him. "Um, I think you should know that we're a bit strange. And El is a little shy."

He nodded, completely understanding. You didn't want him to be offended if your little sister was not as instantly warm as you. You called out that dinner was ready and served yourself. The other two came out of their rooms to serve themselves, all while staring at Billy. "You can serve yourself too." You smiled as you handed him an empty plate. You made meatloaf with mashed potatoes and red rice.

Hopper took out another small table and pushed it with the one that was already there, pulling up a chair as well. You and Billy sat on one side while Hopper and El sat on the other. When they weren't looking, Billy buttoned up his shirt some more. "It's nice to meet you both." Billy said politely, knowing how to act in front of others. He's had practice.

"Yeah, you too." Hopper forced out.

The conversation was not going anywhere, so you stepped in. "El, Billy's from California." Eleven had a map of the country in her room, secretly wishing she could go travel somewhere other than Hawkins.

She looked up, interested. "Ocean?"

Billy nodded. "Lots of ocean."

"Pretty?"

Billy flashed a grin. "Real pretty, sunshine." Eleven smiled.

You stared at your plate and smiled. El liked him. Hopper couldn't help but feel less tense at the way Billy was making an effort to make them like him. He began to tell El about the times he's gone to the beach with his old friends.

Everybody at the table enjoyed what Billy was saying. The one who enjoyed this the most was Billy. He's never had this. He's never had a nice dinner, where everyone talks to each other comfortably. It's always quiet, with Susan going on and on about her day. He felt wanted here. And the food was actually fucking good.

After everyone was finished you began to wash the dishes. As you did, Hopper took Billy aside. "So, um, I just wanted to let you know that I'm trusting you with my daughter, and that's kind of a big deal."

Billy felt a twinge of pride. "Thank you sir."

"Just, uh, be back by 10, and," Hopper scratched the back of his head, worried about entrusting his daughter's safety to someone else. "Keep her safe."

Billy nodded. "I will sir."

You slipped on your shoes and told Billy that you were ready to go. As the two of you walked outside and to his car, Hopper and El came out. "Bye Billy." El said, waving with a small smile.

"Bye sunshine." Her smile grew a bit wider.

When you got to the house Billy took your hand and led you inside. He then got the two of you drinks. You took a swig, wincing. "This tastes horrible."

Billy nodded, chuckling. "It's for the effect, not the taste. I'll get you something a little less grown up." You understood the joking mannerism in his voice, and gently pushed his shoulder with a smile before letting him go off again.

As you waited you felt a heavy hand on your shoulder. You turned around and saw an unfamiliar drunk face. "Hey, what are you doing by yourself?" He slurred.

"Um, waiting for Billy to come back." You said wearily. You considered using your powers to knock him out. You knew you shouldn't use it in a public place, but you had a bad feeling about him.

"Billy Hargrove?" He took a step forward, to which you took a step back. "What are you doing with him?"

"He's good company." You said in a monotone voice. He kept on walking towards you.

"I bet I can be better company sweetheart."

You backed up into a hard chest. You turned around to see Billy, drinks in hands and staring straight at the drunk teenager. "You don't get to call her that."

"Billy-"

"Get behind me y/n." He didn't take his eyes off the guy, handing the drinks to you and stepping forward.

"You think you're the shit, huh California? You think you could just steal all the bitches, huh?"

Billy wiped his mouth, pointing at him. "What the hell did you just call her?"

You quickly set the drinks down on the counter and stepped in between the two. "Forget about it, please. It's my first party, remember?" You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Let's dance."

He glanced at the drunken teen before looking back at you. He stared at you for a moment before chuckling. "Whatever you want doll."

The two of you left the frustrated, drunk teenager and went to the living room, where he pressed your body to his, putting his hands to your hips as you rested your head on his chest.

"You should be more careful." He said after a moment of silence.

You lifted your head. "I know. But I'll have you, so I'm not worry." He happily looked down at you, making a mental note to kick the crap out of that guy another day.

After you danced you two talked to other people, Billy snatching you every time a guy got too friendly. Later you told him that you wanted to go, and so the two of you drove off, you telling him which way to go.

You parked in a field, where there was a pond on the other end. "Is this the part where something bad happens?" Billy joked.

You smiled and shook your head, looking out at the view. "When I escaped with El, we found this place, and just sat down to take in everything." You got out of the car and opened up his car door, grabbing his hand and leading him into the field, sitting down with him.

The two of you were sitting together, just talking about random things. He told you that he'd never had a trust worthy friend before, and you told him that you've never been around someone who was so focused on you. You both taught each other on this day that this was what having a true friend felt like.

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𝐢𝐱. ✭ 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄

FEBRUARY 1983; CHANCE

(Excerpt)

Background Music —————————————- Smile by Nat King Cole- ⇆ㅤ ||◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷||ㅤ ↻

"Smile," Grandma ordered cigarette wedged between two fingers. My face followed her demand quickly, instinctively shooting up into a radiant smile. I watched myself do it, overanalyzing every muscle my face used in the grand mirror of my bedroom. "Do it again, prettier this time." Sweetly, my eyes twinkled into another smile. "Again." My conditioned body obliged, face stiff from my forced happiness.

"Grandma, do I really have to do this?" I asked, exasperatedly. My face fell apart to regular human expression. "My face hurts."

"You think you're ready?" She flicked her cigarette, ash falling onto the baby blue shag of carpet. "You think you could get him to give you his ring, fifty bucks, one of daddy's little trinkets?" Pointing out the window, she directed my gaze to Presley Crowder working out in his bedroom.

His bedroom window was directly across the street from mine. I could see easily into his due to his boyish refusal to put up curtains. Presley was seventeen, a few years older than I was. He was also who Grandma chose to be my next target.

You see, she'd set up these challenges. They centered around taking, getting something by simply charming a person. Presley was going to be tricky.

Partly because he came from the family that was the most well-off in our neighborhood. Also partly because my enchanting feminine wiles hadn't developed yet. I was just a kid stuck in that awkward part of puberty. Everything was only about half grown.

"But I don't want to." It was the truth. I didn't like the act. I didn't always want to perform. My life shouldn't have been one big entertainment special. Still, Grandma thought otherwise.

"But you can, Sweetheart." She encouraged, stroking my hair. "You can have anything you want if you just work hard enough for it. This is to train you for your future. For when you're off in fucking California. All you gotta do is go over to his house and you'll be golden. Just smile."

So I did. I strained my lips to turn up and followed Grandma's wishes. I went across the street in the blouse she had partially unbuttoned to look sexy, but not enough to be 'slutty'.

It was just enough skin to make a boy's mind wander. I was supposed to make his mind wander. And I did. And I forced myself to smile as I did.

SEPTEMBER, 1985; CHANCE

(Excerpt)

Background Music —————————————- Oblivion by Grimes- ⇆ㅤ ||◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷||ㅤ ↻

My first month into living in Hawkins I never thought I'd make friends. Not even a singular one. That is until I stepped into the library during my lunch period and my eyes laid on her.

She was a smallish girl. Scrawny with her face framed by thick glasses. She could be written off as insecure at first glance. Her hunched shoulders and bitten-off nails gave her John Hughes stereotype right away. Other people saw right through her. I didn't.

"Anybody sitting here?" I asked, pulling out the chair opposite her.

"No." She shook her head, flyaways sticking out of her plain messy ponytail. "You can take it." It was when I sat down that surprise cast itself across her thin face. "Oh, you meant sit with me?"

"Yeah, that alright?" My voice was soft and gentle, I made sure of it. I didn't want to scare the girl away. "I can move if it's not."

"No, no. It's alright." Wiping her nose with her dorky little windbreaker, the girl shuffled around in her seat, adjusting to my presence.

"I'm Chance." I blurted, offering a hand out to her. "Chance Stargrove." She took it cautiously, glancing around the library confused. As if what I was doing was a setup. Some elaborate scheme to trick her.

"Tibby." Her hand was warm. My favorite kind. After giving mine a brief shake, she got the nerve to ask. "Are you in any way related to Billy?" Tibby pushed her slipping glasses up the bridge of her button-shaped nose. Closing her eyes, I saw her curse herself mentally. "Shit. Sorry. He was Hargrove. Not Stargrove."

"It's alright." My fingers found themselves to my hair, anxiously twirling the locks against my will. "Anyone could make that mistake. I am related to S.J. though."

None of my nervous habits ever came out. Grandma trained my body to reject the idea. I still remember her carrying around a spray bottle, spritzing me whenever I'd start up. The only habit that remained was playing with my hair. It would happen absentmindedly whenever I really wanted to do something perfectly.

"S.J. Stargrove!" Tibby's eyes shined excitedly. Something had clicked. "The football player. Number fifteen."

"Yeah, do you know him?" I leaned in, scooting my chair closer.

"Well, no. I just collect a lot of dumb facts like that about people." Bowing her head down, her nails dragged softly against the table before she admitted. "I basically have like a photographic memory."

"Photographic memory!" My intrigue made my voice just a little too loud, garnering looks from other library people. "Really? Do you have any facts about me?" Realizing how conceited I sounded, I slapped a palm to my face. "That sounds so stupid. Shit. Don't answer that. I'm sorry."

My perfection melted around her quick as butter on the Fourth of July weekend.

"No, it's not stupid." Tibby's narrow eyes scrunched up from her smart little grin. "No one ever asks about it or really cares. You're the first."  Setting aside the paintbrush she held, she began to count things off on her fingers. "Your locker number is seven hundred forty-two. You moved from El Paso, Texas. Your birthday is on July thirty-first. Happy seventeen by the way. You listen to ABBA and your favorite color is blue. Baby blue."

"Holy shit." Forcibly, I closed my gaping mouth. "You're a fucking genius."

"I wouldn't say genius." She shrugged my flattery off, a pretty blush warming her cheeks. "I just memorize creepy facts about people without meaning to."

"Do you wanna come over to my house today?"

"You mean 764 Flame Tree Circle?"

"I know I just met you, but I think you're my soulmate." My sweet talking caused her to beam, wiry glasses glinting in the soft sunlight. "Like we're kindred spirits or something like that."

"I think so too." Tibby agreed, her hand lying on the edge of her watercolor painting. "You're not anything like how I thought you were. You're not a Heather or a Stephanie or a Gabby."

"Nope." I shook my head. "I'm a Chance." The bell rang, interrupting our little bit of bliss. Picking up my backpack, I looped it around my shoulders as I said. "Meet me by the flagpole when school's over. I'll tell my boyfriend not to drive me so we can walk together. I've been needing some girl time."

"Cool." Tibby's face dimpled in response, glowing as we went our separate ways. Once school ended she met me at our promised spot. Only she wasn't alone. A hand-painted bike with swirls of color wheeled along with her. Her helmet was strapped on tight and we hadn't even left. "What can I say." She pointed at her head. "Safety first."

"Mind if I hop on with you?"

"Not at all." Awkwardly, she patted the flat pieces of wood she had engineered to sit behind her seat. I fell off when I first tried to mount it, falling in a heap of giggles on the school's grass. "Shit. Are you okay?!"

"Just fine." I babbled, dusting myself off to try again. This time I got it right, wrapping my arms around her middle. Her bright blue windbreaker pressed back against me.

Together we ventured off into the winding neighborhoods of Hawkin's, cycling along successfully until a familiar white van slowed down to follow us.

"Don't freak out." Mumbled Tibby, squeezing her banana yellow handlebars so tight her knuckles went white. "But I'm like seventy-nine percent sure someone's trying to kidnap us."

"Huh?" Glancing over, my eyes caught Eddie's impish grin staring back. Rock was blasting out of the van at an ear-bleeding volume. "Oh don't mind him. Munson does this all the time."

"Creep." She said under her breath, pedaling faster.

BOYISH//EDDIEMUNSONXOC FANFICTION

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄 ᴏꜰ ᴇʟ ᴘᴀꜱᴏ, ᴛᴇxᴀꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴡᴋɪɴꜱ, ɪɴᴅɪᴀɴᴀ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ. ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴇɴɪᴏʀ ɪɴ ʜɪɢʜꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟʟʏᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜʀꜱᴜᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴅᴏᴍ. ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ. ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴜɴꜱᴏɴ.

𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀɢʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴋɪᴅꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. ꜱᴏ ᴡʜʏ ɪꜱ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴀʀɢʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ꜰᴏʀɢᴏᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ʟᴇꜱꜱ, ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴅᴀᴄɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴇxɪꜱᴛ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ.

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★☆ ────── 𝕭𝖔𝖞𝖎𝖘𝖍 ────── 𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞

❝ 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭, ❞

❝ 𝘚𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 ❞

── 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐬𝐡 • 𝐣𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭

｡･ﾟﾟ･　TROPES　･ﾟﾟ･｡

◦ Childhood friends to strangers ◦ Strangers to enemies ◦ Enemies to friends ◦ Friends to lovers ◦ Love triangle ◦ Lust for fame ◦ Parental Issues ◦ Freak + Freak

┎┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┒ TRIGGER WARNING Contains themes of... ┖┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┚ ◦ Blood ◦ Gore ◦ Fear ◦ Swearing ◦ Death ◦ Mention of suicide ◦ Drugs ◦ Rare use of gay slurs

*＊✿❀ DO NOT READ IF ❀✿＊*

You're xenophobic, racist, colorist, sexist, homophobic, or transphobic. Kindly, suck my dick.

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• Hello, my name is Celeste and I'm so happy that you chose to click on my book! I hope you'll enjoy what you read and know that I love interacting with my readers, whether by DM's, Posting on my message board, or sending me art/edits of my stories. I love each and every one of you dearly. Happy reading, Love!

Yours truly, Celeste

• Disclaimer: I'm aware that in canon Eddie was held back a couple years and he's a super senior. However I changed it so that he was never held back and that he is a seventeen year old teenage boy.

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MY BOUNDARIES (AKA THE SIN LIST) - Please do not advertise your Eddie Munson fan fiction. Someone did this in like the first chapter and said something like "If anyone gets bored this is my Eddie fanfic...blah blah blah" and it really rubbbed me the wrong way. Other characters are completely fine! -Please do not use slurs if you are not from the group that the slur has been used against -Please do not comment that my characters are cringy/embarrassing. This has been happening in the first chapters of BOYISH because Chance is not nice to Eddie when they first meet. It's an enemies-to-lovers story, Babe, what did you expect? Saying that my characters are cringy/ embarrassing makes me feel like you are saying that my writing is cringy/embarrassing. If you have a thought or problem with how I write, please by all means channel it into constructive criticism. I put a lot of time and effort into this story and I do not want to be made to feel bad about it.