#and jason face when he said i go you while holding billy's body

[in-need-of-gally-content]

|Chapter•Eight|

•|Masterlist|•

"Build resistance and strength..." (M/n) mumbled to himself, remembering Minho's words the previous night when he asked about trying to be a Runner, if there was anything he absolutely needed to do, and those were his words, his only advice.

Well, and his running speed, of course.

But for now, he was focusing on the important pieces, there was no point in being faster if he couldn't run for long. And the way to develop his resistance was training with Gally, who was more than eager to toss him around and pose with a victorious grin on his freckled face.

(M/n) definitely didn't mind laying on the dirt if it meant seeing Gally smile.

And there go the weird thoughts again...

He sighed as he made his way out of his treehouse, ready to start the day. This time, Gally and Bark weren't around to greet him, so he made his way to the kitchen, where only Fry and Jim were, busy making breakfast.

"Hello, guys~," he spoke with a fake deeper voice, making both of the chuckle and causing (M/n) to smile at them.

"Hey, greenie."

"Good morning, greenbean."

Both of them greeted him back as he made his way to the coffee bag kept in the cabinet. While he made his hot cup of coffee, he wondered why everyone kept calling him 'greenie' or 'greenbean' when his name was common knowledge by now, but he wasn't complaining, he liked it, and he knew that soon enough, someone else was gonna be wearing the title of 'greenie' in the Glade.

He drank his coffee in complete silence, enjoying the peaceful quietness in the kitchen while Jim and Frypan cooked breakfast, and soon enough, one by one the Gladers started making their appearance.

"(M/n)," Gally's voice caught his attention and he saw the tall blond standing next to him with a sleepy look on his face. He chuckled and handed him his coffee cup, watching how he grabbed it and took a sip, "Ugh, how can you drink this? Is so (sweet/bitter)," his voice and reaction made (M/n) grin, holding back a laugh.

"That woke you up, didn't it?" Gally looked into (M/n)'s (e/c) eyes, a serious expression on his face, his brows furrowed enough to be noticeable, but the happy look on (M/n)'s face made his own falter, a smile pulling his lips up, and both of them chuckled.

"Oh..." Fry muttered to himself, his eyes locked onto the greenbean and Gally, "That's interesting~."

Jim rolled his eyes with a smile as he continued serving everyone their portions of breakfast, "Fry, is rude to stare."

Frypan looked away and continued doing his job, but the playful, knowing smirk didn't leave his face all morning.

//////

With Alby already aware of his Runner training, (M/n) stretched his body as he watched Gally walking away with Newt, apparently he was called to check on something that needed fixing and Dmitri was busy with other things, so he was gonna take this free time to run for a bit, just a few laps around the Glade.

He ignored the looks he got whenever he passed by someone working, and continued on with his jog, only speeding up when he was getting too close to Billy or Peter and Jason as they did their work.

(M/n) didn't know how long he had to be training until Minho said he was somehow ready to go into the Maze, but he was gonna try his best to be ready as soon as possible.

While running, his mind wandered, he was curious about the Maze and anything in it, but he wasn't trying to become a Runner, he just wanted to see how far he could make it out there, and maybe be a backup for any other Runner in case anything happened to them.

He didn't realize nor felt Gally's heavy stare on him as he ran past him, his green eyes squinting under the sun as his hands stilled their movements, giving (M/n) all of his attention instead.

"And that's what I came up with..." Newt slowly stopped talking when he turned to look at Gally, realizing the taller blond wasn't paying attention, "Gally?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at him, barely getting his attention back.

"Hm?" A simple hum was all he got as a response, and Newt took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighed. He had agreed to help Gally with his feelings, to be there for him whenever he needed it, and he was okay with that, but right now, the whole structure was gonna collapse if the supports weren't fixed or changed soon, so he needed Gally to be completely focused on his job, and not on the greenie.

His brown eyes observed Gally, before coming up with something that could catch his attention, "I was planning on asking (M/n) out," the way Gally glared at him almost made him laugh, but he simply smiled instead, "About time you remembered I was here."

He felt his face getting hotter, but he didn't soften his glare, keeping a close eye on Newt as he walked closer.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in him, he's not my type," Gally released a breath he didn't even know was holding, releasing his tight grip around the rope in his hands, "Now come on, there's still stuff to do."

//////

The night in the Glade went like every night, everyone ate their dinner and played around, talked about funny things that happened during their day, before deciding to head to bed. 

(M/n) had finished untying the ladder and picked it up, placing it by the door on the balcony, and made his way inside his little house, hearing the faint sounds of Gladers still awake, but only for a little longer. He sat on his mattress, leaning his back against the wall, looking around the room but not being able to see much due to the darkness of the night.

"Note to self; ask for a light," he mumbled to himself as he closed the journal on his lap, giving up on getting anything (written/drawn) that night, and he got comfortable on his bed.

He stayed awake for a little while, feeling his body heavy with exhaustion from all the training he did, but his mind was still a little too active, which he didn't like because it led him to overthink, so he closed his eyes and forced himself to just... Sleep.

And said sleep seemed to be like an exhale. He felt like he closed his eyes for a moment before he woke up in the morning. Well, he was still gonna get up and continue training, there wasn't much he could do anyway.

Making his way to the Homestead, he spotted Gally walking out, jogging his way to the Gardens, or well, the structure near it, (M/n) had no idea what was kept there since he never asked or checked it himself, but he assumed it had something to do with the previous day. He walked into the kitchen and Fry handed him his cup of hot coffee, he himself was holding one as well, and he looked ready to gossip.

"So..." (M/n) raised his eyebrows at Fry, "I know you said that to Billy that one time, but~," they took a sip of their coffee, maintaining their playful eye contact, "You and Gally?"

(M/n) felt his face warming up and he was glad the steaming mug was still close to his face, otherwise, Fry would've noticed how his expression faltered, but instead of panicking, he chuckled.

"Ooh~ yeah, I have a crush on Gally, Fry, and Billy is a great guy," picking up on his playful sarcasm, Fry looked at him with an unimpressed expression on his face, making (M/n) shrug as he laughed again, "But for real tho, Gally and I aren't like that, we're just friends."

And like that, he left the kitchen to stand by the Homestead entrance, drinking his coffee while he enjoyed the cool breeze of the Glade on his skin. He was gonna be warming up and running laps around again in a while, so he was relaxing for a bit whilst he could.

//////

With lunchtime being over, Gally was walking back to continue working, but Dmitri had told him he was almost done with what he had to fix so he would be there soon with the rest of the Brick-nicks to fix the rest, which he appreciated, he wanted to spend some time with (M/n).

...who was still running laps.

He frowned as he looked at him, from confusion and of course because of the bright sun shining down in the Glade, so when (M/n) began to approach the section of the Glade he was in, Gally beckoned him over with his index and middle finger.

(M/n) frowned for a moment before smiling brightly at Gally, pushing his hair back, feeling it sticking to his sweaty forehead.

"Need something, Gally?"

The tall blond leaned against the door frame of the place he had been fixing, and he looked around for a short bit, not wanting to seem too interested in what the greenie was doing, even though he was. A lot.

"What are you doing? Why are you still running?" (M/n) looked at him a little taken aback, before simply shrugging and crossing his arms over his chest.

"I wanted to try out being a Runner," well, Gally can no longer pretend he doesn't care, he cares a lot now in fact.

"(M/n), you can't- you shouldn't be a Runner, it's dangerous out there in the Maze, trust me, it's bad, like really bad," there was something about the frantic way Gally was acting and talking to convince him to change his mind that made (M/n)'s smile grow, nodding at his words as he continued talking, listing various reasons why he shouldn't be a Runner.

Until Gally realized the way he was being looked at, (M/n)'s (e/c) eyes shone with amusement as his smile turned into a playful grin.

He stopped talking, feeling a little flustered yet annoyed at the small possibility that (M/n) simply wasn't paying attention to him, or worse, that he was making fun of him for worrying about his wellbeing.

"What's so funny?" Despite Gally trying to sound tough and mad, (M/n) knew him better than that, capable of looking past his mean exterior with ease.

Lifting both arms, he placed his hands on Gally's shoulders and looked at him in the eyes, "I'm not planning on being a Runner, Gally," the blond blinked a few times, slightly confused, "I just wanted to try it out, that's all."

Well, he now feels like a fool for letting his insecurities get to him, and even doubting (M/n)'s friendship. He simply couldn't help but think that the greenie was gonna get along better with Minho, seeing as they would be spending at least ten hours together out in the Maze.

Gally released a deep sigh, staring into (M/n)'s (bright/dark) eyes, "Just be careful out there, greenie."

//////

They spent together the remaining hours of the day, chilling in his treehouse, or more like outside of it because Bark wanted to spend time with (M/n), like he usually did.

And actually, (M/n) had kept one of the ruined old books from the Homestead and he had placed it on the dirt, using the hardcover as a steady surface while he worked his fingers on the written pages of it.

He had ripped a few of them out of the book and had begun playing around with the paper, until he found himself making what he could remember was called origami. Whether he was good or bad at it, he didn't know, he was just doing different stuff that seemed to be more muscle memory to him.

The origami varied from flowers, to butterflies, and hearts, and he liked how they were turning out, especially when he kept doing more of each.

Next to him was Gally whose eyes shifted from the origami, to (M/n), to his sketchbook. He had been doodling random stuff and coming up with anything new he'll like to build, but now he was drawing (M/n) -what a surprise- but he drew the origami he made as if it was around him. The drawing showed (M/n) sitting there, butterflies standing on his hands and fingers, flowers tucked in his hair, and hearts pinned to his clothes.

This was probably gonna be his favourite drawing, ever.

He found it weird yet calming how they could be sitting in silence and still enjoy each other's company, as if there were no need for words whenever they were together. But these moments have a time limit, and that limit was dinner being called.

///////

"Gree-" Minho's voice was cut off by the sight of (M/n) walking out of his treehouse and lowering the ladder, already dressed and pretty much ready to go out into the Maze.

He stepped down the ladder and grabbed the small bag Minho handed him, putting the straps on like a backpack.

"Come on, we have a long day ahead of us, greenie," (M/n) nodded and followed closely behind Minho, it was early morning in the Glade, the time just reaching 8 am as he watched the Maze Doors opening up as they approached them, their walking shifting to a jog and soon, they were out of sight as they disappeared into the Maze.

(M/n)'s eyes look up and around at everything that comes into sight, keeping a close enough distance from Minho to not lose him. The running seemed to be pretty chill and light, probably because it was his first time running the Maze and he assumed the last thing Minho wanted was to carry him back to the Glade.

He felt curious about the Maze, observing the walls and every few turns, reading the words printed on some of them. World In Catastrophe Killzone Experiment Department.

Something about reading that to himself made his head pound with a sudden headache, but he ignored it and, roughly three hours after entering the Maze, Minho called a small break, drinking water and munching on some snacks they brought in their bags.

"This place is a little... Scary," he said at the lack of a better word for it, making Minho chuckle.

"Yeah, you'll never get used to it," his eyes scouted the area, staring up at the looming walls covered in ivy, "But don't worry, you'll be fine, greenie," he added while giving him a reassuring smile, "We'll stay for like two more hours, it's your first day after all."

(M/n) nodded in understatement and they soon continued running the Maze. He realized that Minho seemed pretty confident with every turn he took, and he remembered that the ones that had been around the longest, would've reached or be close to reaching their 3rd anniversary of being in the Glade. 

The thought of the Runners exploring the Maze for such a long time without giving up, trying to find a way out, and keeping everyone's hopes up of ever leaving, almost made him tear up.

"I'll get you guys out of there... No matter the cost..." His own voice echoed in his mind, the throbbing pain making him stumble and stop with a grunt. Minho looked back at him and handed the greenie his water bottle.

"Stay hydrated, (M/n), second most important rule of running the Maze," with squinted eyes, he grabbed the bottle and drank a few gulps of water, taking a few breaths before asking.

"What's the first one?"

He didn't like the look Minho gave him.

"Don't stay behind."

//////

Minho's words didn't leave his mind as they continued running and turning corners for a while longer until the Keeper said it was time to head back.

On their back to the Doors, they talked to keep themselves a little bit distracted, and they got to know just a little bit more about the other, there wasn't much to learn when you couldn't remember who you were exactly, but there was something there they could talk about, and Minho couldn't help but realize how the greenie seemed to only talk about Gally.

Not that he could blame him, Gally had been one of the few Gladers that accepted his arrival without arguing much, and the circumstances caused them to see each other every day, be together every day and talk to each other every day too, it was logical that they would warm up to each other and become friends.

Although there was a shine of something on (M/n)'s face whenever he mentioned Gally, his voice changed just a bit as it turned more cheerful. Minho wasn't one to assume things, especially because he spent more time running the Maze than back in the Glade with everyone else, but he had a feeling that there was something between Gally and (M/n), and whatever it was, it seemed to be good for both of them.

Seeing as they still had a few hours left to spare, and they were quite near the Doors, Minho slowed his jogging to a walk, (M/n) coming up behind him and doing the same. He grabbed his water bottle from his bag and took a few sips, handing it to Minho, who smiled and took it.

He didn't see anything off with sharing a water bottle even if they had one each, Minho had done it earlier either way. They walked in comfortable silence and soon enough, reached the last turn, a few meters away from the Maze Doors.

"Well, how was your first day as a Runner?" (M/n) almost snorted at his question, instead he just smiled and shrugged.

"Didn't get to see much, but it was kinda cool, I must say," Minho nodded as they stepped into the walkway, the Glade coming into their sight.

"You still have three more days of trials so, get ready for that, greenie, because it'll get harder from now on," seeing as they hadn't explored anything new from the Maze, Minho ran past the Map Room and straight to the Homestead. (M/n) stayed a little behind, observing Minho's retreating figure as he took his first step back into the Glade.

"Had fun, greenie?" Gally's voice reached his ears and he turned to his side, staring at him as he leaned against the stone wall, a water bottle and a couple of snacks in his hands.

Gally tried to appear nonchalant about his return, but (M/n) wondered how long he had been waiting for him. A smile grew on his face as he grabbed the candy in his hands, unwrapping it and plopping it in his mouth.

"It was something, why? You missed me?" He nudged Gally playfully as they made their way somewhere, probably his treehouse in the Deadheads.

Gally felt his face warming up at the teasing, but he didn't let his emotions show, keeping a rather deep frown on his brow, "Not one bit, I was glad to have some peace and quiet for once," the grin pulling Gally's lips up was all (M/n) needed to see to know he didn't mean what he said, that he was simply teasing him back, and that made him laugh.

//////

They spend the rest of the evening together in his treehouse, Bark standing outside like it was usually for him now, eating the few snacks Gally had left until it was dinner time.

They ate between laughs and talks, ignoring everyone that might've said anything about either of them, and simply enjoyed the other's presence near them. (M/n) hadn't realized how much he had missed Gally while he was gone, and he wanted to spend with him the remaining time of the day, seeing as tomorrow he was gonna be gone for longer.

Before heading to bed, he made sure to have his bag ready with snacks, and the water bottle filled and in the fridge. But when he had to go back to his tree house, he remembered.

"Oh, Gally?" He called when he noticed out of the corner of his eye the tall blond walking past him, he stopped and leaned on the kitchen door.

"Yeah?" (M/n) smiled at him and closed the fridge door gently.

"Do you know if there's any light or lamp I could take to my room?" Nodding as a response, Gally took a few steps back leaving way for (M/n) to walk out.

"There are a few oil lamps in the supply cabinet," they walked there together, stopping at the cabinet by the Gathering room. He watched Gally kneeling on the ground and picking up a medium-sized crate from the back of the small closet, opening it grabbing what seemed to be the smallest lamp of the bunch, alongside a cylindrical metal container, "This should be enough for a few days, let me know when you run out, okay?"

(M/n) grabbed the lamp and what he assumed was the fuel for it, and nodded with a quiet hum.

"Well, thank you, Gally," his green eyes seemed to shine under the dim light in the Homestead, a hint of a smile pulling his lips upwards.

"Anytime, greenie."

(M/n) laughed and turned around to leave for his treehouse while Gally glance at his retreating frame as he walked to his own room upstairs.

"Oh!" They stopped at the sound of realization he released, "There might be something for me in the Box tomorrow, could you get it for me?" Pursuing his lips, Gally nodded a few times rather rapidly, "You're the best, Gally~! Good night!"

And like that, (M/n) left the Homestead and jogged his way to his tree.

Gally released a sharp breath, why was he expecting something else from (M/n)?

"I'm a shucking idiot," he whispered to himself as he resumed his way upstairs to his room.

///////

Everything was peaceful in the early hours of the Glade, it might've barely been 1 am when a frown grew on (M/n)'s brows.

The images he saw were blurry, but he could make out being in that same room with screens he saw that one time, except the big tv screen wasn't showing the Glade, it was showing the Maze. From a ground perspective.

His dream self blinked as he paid closer attention to what he was seeing. And he saw him.

It was a younger version of Gally, but it was him. And whatever it was that held the camera for him to see, started moving closer to him, hearing him scream as he took off running in the opposite direction.

"Stop..." He mumbled barely audible, his body stiff as he tried to move and do something, "Stop!" His eyes looked away from the screen and landed on a guy his age or close enough, he had an emotionless face, staring at the screen as he appeared to be the one controlling whatever it was that was following Gally, "Thomas, stop...!"

The boy looked at him, and showed him a smile, his face was mostly blurred out but he could make out some faint features he had.

"W.I.C.K.E.D is good, (M/n)."

With a jolt and a sharp inhale, he woke up on his bed, cold sweat dripping down his face. He gasped for air a few times, having a difficult time swallowing as he realized his mouth was dry, and slowly, his breathing eased and went back to normal.

He rubbed his face with his hands and sighed. He knew he had a bad dream, but... He couldn't remember what it was. All he felt was anger, and hatred.

Inevitably, he wondered what it was that he hated so much before having his memories taken away.

[perpetuelledaydreaming]

To celebrate the fact that I'll be updating all my fics in the next two weeks, here are some little sneak peeks of all of the future chapters

Enjoy! and I want to see your best predictions!

Ivy

He remembers his mother crying until she falls asleep. He remembers how his father played the piano as he sang. He remembers how your lips tasted the first time you kissed. He remembers his mother stroking his hair as she sobbed silently. He remembers that night in the bar when you walked away after Jake left. He could remember the feeling of his knuckles beating after he broke that kid's nose when he was ten. He remembers your broken moans. He remembers how you cried the night you left him. He remembers the way you laughed with Hangman that day after a dogfight. He remembers how when you disappeared, so did Jake. He recalls the way you were crying in the shower. He remembers how his knuckles beat when he punched the wall beside your face.

18

“Do we have a problem here?” Billy asked. Then his electric blue eyes fell on your wrist. “Why are your hands on my girl? Back off,” he bites.  Jason bit his inner cheek before finally letting you go. “Good boy,” you muttered as you quickly wrapped your arms around Billy’s waist while Billy placed his hand over your shoulder. 

Mamma Mia

“Please, don’t fuck on communal surfaces!” you scream from the counter as you shake your head, a slight smile on your face.  Jake’s laugh, though, it’s a little bit too loud to ignore. You raise your eyebrow at him, another strawberry, another batch of pancakes. Jake turns to see you, the way you’re staring at him. A slight blush creeps over his neck and onto his cheeks. Your eyes are serious but tender; there’s a certain sinlessness to your eyes, he can tell.  “What?” you asked.  Jake shrugged slightly. The same smirk you saw the day prior drawn on his face is softer than before, but you can detect the duplicitous nature of it. Your eyes wander his body for a second, the tan skin, the heat irradiating from the kitchen. Honey now, honey and an apple.  “Never heard that before,” he said.

Are we still friends?

“That isn’t the way to,” “Don’t you think I know that? I was angry and I fucked up!” you snapped at Maverick who simply nodded sarcastically at you.  “You can’t just,” Maverick started but suddenly stopped, he took a deep breath. “You have to think, Brat!” You scoffed. “You’ve always told me not to think,” you replied silently as you crossed your arms over your chest.  Maverick rolled his eyes briefly before he finally held your gaze again.

Would've Could've Should've

He knows what he’s doing—the way he wants to rile you up or humiliate you. You often aren’t sure of which one it is. He did it in Top Gun if you fought; he was doing it now. For a moment, maybe he’s right; you were making a big deal out of it. Perhaps you weren’t good at making choices.  “Sir,” Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin's voice makes your eyes roll automatically to the back of your head. A groan almost escapes your lips, but you refrain as you gaze on the screen.  “Hangman,” Beau calls on him.  You can almost hear that smirk on his face as he speaks. “Hoax here thought she could do a broken S maneuver,” he says confidently. “However, she failed to understand that the mig was on her tail,” he continues. “I mean, I get why she thought she could escape. Rookies mistake,”

You frown deeply as you whip your head around. “Bite me, Hangman,” you snap.

Cruel intentions

“Happy, call,”  But then you hear it, the deep and guttural growl.  You hold your breath as you manage to make the shape of it, only half of it visible, thanks to the green haze that comes from the corner.

Do I wanna know?

You stared at the umbral of the door quietly; the door was broken down, laying against your bed while you kneeled down. You were still hurting from your previous injuries, you’d done your best to take care of them but you couldn’t lie that you were in no shape if there was more than one person. You took a gun out of your bag and pointed it out at the door.  Suddenly, your eyes fell on him, and your heart dropped. 

[iamaslutforcoffee]

Always watching part two

As weird as it was to Rae for her stuff to always go missing, as soon as she mentioned it around Billy about a particular item randomly being gone it turned back up a couple days later.

"Billy, it's just fucking weird ok? It's like Jason is back in my life stealing my shit" Rae spoke, throwing her brush on the vanity in her room.

"Besides, if your moms necklace went missing you'd lose your shit" She continued, finishing her braid out and fastening it off.

Billy was propped against her window ledge smoking, of course. Billy gave her a weird look and blew the smoke he was holding in out, before gesturing towards her.

"If someone took my mother's necklace, they'd be dead " he shrugged and continued smoking.

Rae huffed and continued getting herself together. Apparently His stepmother Susan wanted to meet her and while she wasn't thrilled, she still wanted to make a good impression. Examining herself in the mirror to make sure she looked decent, she was satisfied.

She was wearing a simple pair of leggings, her favorite hightops and a nice little matching baby pink shirt. She didn't really want to overdue it, it was just his abusive father and brainless step mother. There wasn't any need to get extremely done up in her opinion.

As she finished, Billy smiled and kissed her forehead.

"You ready, baby?" He asked her and she shrugged.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

~~~

On their drive to 4819 Cherry Lane, Rae started fidgeting around much to Billy's annoyance.

"Why are you moving around so damn much? Were just going to my house. " Billy spoke, the ever present irritation present when he spoke .

"Maybe it's because I'm nervous, maybe it's Maybelline? " she replied snarkly.

With raised eyebrows Billy stared at her, switching his attention between her and the road.

"Is there something we need to have a conversation about?" He replied, turning his attention back to the road.

"No-pe." She replied, added emphasis on the ending.

Billy grew frustrated with Rae and pulled over, throwing the vehicle in park. Before turning his attention towards her he huffed, mumbled under his breath and sighed.

"If you're going to mumble, William, say it loud enough for the entire class" Rae roused. She was getting entertained by his random bousts of anger.

"The fuck did you just call me?" Billy asked, alittle freaked out. Nobody knew his full name, not until he moved here and was forced to sign himself up for school.

Rae grinned, turning her body to face Billy fully.

"Your name, William. What? Why the look on your face babe? Are you scared?" She continued on much to Billy's displeasure.

"Rae! What the fuck is your problem?! What is wrong?" Billy looked at his girlfriend perplexed. What the fuck was her problem?

"The issue, babe, is i know what you've been doing. Stealing my things is one thing. You give them back albeit yes. But stalking me? Seriously?!" She spoke way to calm for his liking.

Instantly Billy was mortified, he never wanted Rae to find out about his little secert.

"You're probably wondering how I figured it out.. which is simple. I've noticed it from the start but you got sloppy Billy, which wasn't good. If you're wondering if I'm mad I'm not. I just wish you were completely and utterly honest with me from the start and we wouldn't have to have gone through all this mess. " she mumbled, leaning her head against the window of his car.

Billy Hargrove for the first time in his life was fucking mortified.

"I never meant for things to turn out like this, Rae. I just meant to do things here and there..but I never meant to get this far. Ill.. ill just drive you home. " He spoke quietly and turned the car back on, getting ready to turn it around back to Rae's house.

"No, don't. I said I'm upset you never were honest with me from the beginning, I never said I wanted us to break up. " She spoke, turning her heard towards Billy. Her face bore a small smile, and Billy felt alittle more at ease.

She was right, she always was. She turned her head back towards the road, watching out as she always did.

~~~~~

Thank you so much for your patience on my release of the second part to this story! I hope everyone enjoys it and please remember, im always open for requests ♡

[strangerthingfanfic]

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

High school Dilemma chapter 4: Reality Sucks

New Year's Day

The Byers Residence

Jonathan had heard Steve get out of bed but it wasn't until he heard him throwing up that he got worried.

Running into the bathroom he pulled Steve’s hair back and wiped his face with a washcloth.

“Oh god baby what's wrong,” Jonathan asked scared for Steve’s health.

Steve didn't say anything and Jonathan wiped his face again and that's when he realized he was burning up.

Without saying a word Jonathan swooped Steve into his arms and rushed him to his car.

“Hold on babe, we are heading for the hospital now,” Jonathan said watching Steve get paler by the minute.

Unknown to him The Hargrove House was facing an emergency as well.

After Aaron left Billy went upstairs to wake Nancy who was sleeping in later than normal.

When Billy got to the room he saw that Nancy was no longer in bed and then he heard the puking.

He headed to the bathroom and there was Nancy throwing up and when she tried to stand and walk to him she passed out in his arms.

Billy yelled for Jason to get his car started and carried Nancy out.

Refusing to let her go, Billy sat in the backseat with Nancy in his lap. “It's going to be alright darling, we are almost to the hospital. Can't you drive any faster dammit” Billy growled.

“If you bark at me one more time I'm pulling the hell over at the nearest pay phone,” Jason said, shutting up his twin for the rest of the ride.

That evening

Billy and Jason had found Jonathan and both parties were awaiting word.

Nancy's mom, Karen, had come while her dad stayed to watch Nancy's little sister, Holly, and her brother Mike.

Meanwhile, Billy had called Eddie to watch Max and Pearl for them. He agreed with his dad's blessing and grabbed Aaron on his way there.

Hopper was sitting with Jonathan when Steve's mom, Jennifer showed up crying.

Finally, around 10 pm, almost twelve hours since they arrived, the doctors finally came out.

“First of all both Nancy and Steve are stable and sleeping,” the doctor said.

He then motioned for Jennifer and Jonathan to follow him. Hopper went back to support Jonathan.

“Ma'am, your son tests came back showing he is pregnant. When the staff did a scan they found that Steve had male and female parts but due to his level of testosterone his body presented as male and he didn't have periods as one normally should. Did you know that your son had both parts when he was born?” the doctor ask inquisitively.

Jennifer nodded and said “The doctor said he was but due to his high level of testosterone and other factors it should never even have been a worry so we didn't mention it to Steve.

Oh god how could this have happened I mean with two men it would be from the back right so there shouldn't have even been a chance”.

The doctor looked at Jonathan who had grabbed Hopper's hand and squeezed tightly. He was seeking emotional support and Hopper squeezed back letting him know he was there.

“We didn't know anything would happen so we played around with a baster and sperm. I'm so sorry Stevie” Jonathan said softly not to wake him up.

“It will be alright son. We are all here to help right Jennifer” Hopper said, holding his son's hand. She nodded and sat next to Steve.

“Hey Mom,” Steve said squeezing her hand.

Jennifer looked at her son and gave him a huge hug.

“I can't wait to meet our baby, Jonathan,” Steve said smiling and they couldn't wait to share the news.

Things were quite different in the other room

“Mrs. Wheeler I don't know how to tell you this but you're daughter has stage 3 breast cancer.

We recommend starting treatment immediately” the doctor said softly.

Billy slid down the wall, his knees to his chest, and dug his head into his arms.

He cried. Karen cried. The rain started to fall outside the window as if the sky itself felt their pain and cried with them.

Karen willed herself to the side of her daughter's bed where Nancy said softly “I will be ok Mom don't worry. Same goes for you Billy” she said with a laugh.

Billy willed every bone in his body to move and go sit next to Nancy and hold her hand.

“I know you will be Nance,” Billy said, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

They would tell the others later but for now being close was the only option.

June

The Harrington House

Steve thankfully hadn't really started showing by the time school ended as he wasn't ready for the whole school to know yet and Jonathan was ok with that.

He looked around at the balloons and gifts his friends brought for his baby shower.

Normally it would be done further in but with Nancy's health the way to was now was a good time because she was feeling good.

She had been dragged through hell and back. They did extensive Chemo and with a three-week break until Radiation they thought it was a good chance to let her enjoy life a bit.

Billy hovered over her like a lion protecting its cub. She kept telling him she was fine but every few minutes he would ask if she needed something.

Steve couldn't comment because Jonathan was being the same way with him. If he even coughed Jonathan would ask if he was alright and if he needed a doctor.

About an hour into the party Nancy and Steve found a quiet place to just relax.

“I'm so excited for you Steve. Your little girl is going to be absolutely beautiful” Nancy said tearing up.

“Hey Nance don't fret, you're going to beat the shit out of Cancer and I know any kids you and Billy produce will be absolutely gorgeous,” Steve said with a laugh wiping the tears from Nancy's cheek.

“I really wish I could be as positive as you Steve but I heard the main oncologist telling a doctor the cancer spread. I haven't told Billy yet it will crush him” Nancy said wrapping her arms around herself.

Steve grabbed a blanket and wrapped her tightly in it. “Nancy I know you will overcome this,” Steve said placing his head on her shoulder.

Two Months Later

Nancy lay in her hospital bed barely able to speak or stay awake. It was like all the fight had drained away.

They had started radiation but so far it was just making her feel worse every day.

Billy paced outside her hospital room because he couldn't be in there, not at that moment. He was angry. He was angry at everything and everyone.

Karen came over and placed a hand on his shoulder and e said “I know you're angry, so am I but right now Nancy needs our love and support and not our anger”.

“I know and I will be there in a minute I promise” Billy said trying hard not to break down.

When Karen had gone inside Jason, Max and Pearl came over and the four of them hugged and Billy just cried. He cried harder than he ever had.

He felt his knees buckle and he fell to the floor but he didn't fall alone, all three of his siblings followed him down, never breaking their circle.

When Billy finally found strength to go see Nancy the others stayed by his side.

“Hey Billy can I talk to you for a minute,” Aaron asked softly from behind the group.

Billy told the others to head inside and went to where Aaron was.

“Here take my crystal. Gordon said if you break it and spread the pieces over her it will cure her cancer” Aaron said handing over the crystal without hesitation.

“You barely know us and you are willing to sacrifice power for someone you don't know?” Billy asked, surprised by Aaron's gift.

“I never have had friends or family and now I have both. I will do anything to protect all of you” Aaron said and slipped past Billy and headed in to see Nancy.

That night when everyone left, Billy broke the black crystal and crushed the pieces. When he was done he spread the crushed diamond over Nancy's whole body, said a prayer for the first time in a long time and fell asleep.

A week later Nancy would be cancer free and cooing over Steve and Jonathan's baby girl, Maya Grace Hopper-Byers.

It was a sign of things looking up for them all.

[ccristata]

Give Me My Dawns Back (A Wonderland Playlist):

Spotify 2 hrs, 50 mins

Steady Love Ben Rector

"Might not always, be wild and free/But more and more, that's alright with me./'Cause truth is, we were made to be, in steady love./Steady love./By God, you should find you some.//Some steady love."

The Eye Brandi Carlile

"I am a sturdy soul/And there ain't no shame/In lying down in the bed you made./Can you fight the urge to run for another day?/You might make it further if you learn to stay."

Fly Right Oliver Hazard

"The dogs hate thunder, and it smells like rain./Heading out west to the five point plain./Hold me tight mama while I take my turn/Or loosen up, maybe we could watch the world burn."

I'm Gonna Love You Through It Martina McBride

"And when this road gets too long,/I'll be the rock you lean on./Just take my hand, together we can do it./I'm gonna love you through it."

I Won't Give Up Jason Mraz

"I won't give up on us./Even if the skies get rough./I'm giving you all my love./I'm still looking up."

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America Simon & Garfunkel

"Laughing on the bus/Playing games with the faces./She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy./I said, 'Be careful, his bowtie is really a camera.'"

Strawberry Wine Noah Kahan

"No thing defines a man like love that makes him soft/And sentimental like a stranger in the park."

What A Time Julia Michaels, Niall Horan

"I think of that night in the park, it was getting dark/And we stayed up for hours./What a time, what a time, what a time./You clinged to my body like you wanted it forever./What a time, what a time, what a time.//I think of that night in the park, it was getting dark/And we stayed up for hours./What a lie, what a lie, what a lie."

The Great War Taylor Swift

"We can plant a memory garden,/Say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair./There's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair./And we will never go back."

Out Of The Woods Taylor Swift

"The night we couldn't quite forget/When we decided, we decided/To move the furniture so we could dance/Baby, like we stood a chance."

Not Today Imagine Dragons

"t's gotta get easier, oh easier somehow/'Cause I'm falling, I'm falling./Oh easier and easier somehow/Oh I'm calling, I'm calling./And it isn't over, unless it is over./I don't wanna wait for that./It's gotta get easier and easier somehow./But not today."

TV Billie Eilish

"Don't know where you are right now./Did you see me on TV?/I'll try not to starve myself/Just because you're mad at me./And I'll be in denial for at least a little while./What about the plans we made?/The internet's gone wild watching movie stars on trial/While they're overturning Roe v. Wade."

exile Taylor Swift, Bon Iver

"I can see you starin', honey/Like he's just your understudy,/Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me.//Second, third, and hundredth chances/Balancin' on breaking branches./Those eyes add insult to injury."

Cinnamon Girl Lana Del Rey

"There's things I wanna say to you, but I'll just let you leave/Like if you hold me without hurting me/You'll be the first who ever did."

I Know The End Phoebe Bridgers

"Somewhere in Germany, but I can't place it./Man, I hate this part of Texas./Close my eyes, fantasize/Three clicks and I'm home."

Unsteady X Ambassadors

"But If you love me, don't let go./Oh, if you love me, don't let go.//Hold, hold on, hold onto me./'Cause I'm a little unsteady./A little unsteady."

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Come Over Noah Kahan

"I know that it ain't much, I know that it ain't cool/Oh, you don't have to tell the other kids at school./My dad will strike it rich, we'll be the big house on the block./Someday I'm gonna be somebody people want.//But I'm in the business of losing your interest/And I turn a profit each time that we speak."

Hide and Seek Bug Hunter

"It's like a game of hide and seek, they count to ten and look for me but it's been several hours, I'm still crouched behind the couch and think/That I'm the piece they'd rather lose, the seed you plant that never blooms./A new kid much too nervous to stand up, step out or leave his room. The childhood I had/An outsider in my head/Again and again. 'Class we have a new student/He's a little withdrawn/He just moved here from Texas or Nashville or Mars./He'll be gone before long/So he's not worth the trouble/He's a novelty when/All the cliques are connected/The ephemeral friend.'"

Homesick Noah Kahan

"Well I'm tired of dirt roads/Named after high school friends' grandfathers/And motherfuckers here/Still don't know they caught the Boston bombers./Time moves so damn slow/I swear I feel my organs failing./I stopped caring 'bout a month ago/Since then it's been smooth sailing."

How Do I Say Goodbye Dean Lewis

"Right or wrong, you were always on my side/But I'm scared of what life without you's like/And I saw the way she looked into your eyes/And I promise if you go, I will make sure she's alright. So how do I say goodbye/To someone who's been with me for my whole damn life?/You gave me my name and the color of your eyes./I see your face when I look at mine./So how do I, how do I, how do I say goodbye?"

Halloween Noah Kahan

"But the wreckage of you, I no longer reside in/And the bridges have long since been burned/And the ash of the home that I started the fire in/It starts to return to the Earth./I'm leavin' this town and I'm changin' my address./I know that you'll come if you want./It's not Halloween, but the ghost you're dressed up as/Sure knows how to haunt, yeah, you know how to haunt."

Funeral Phoebe Bridgers

"And last night I blacked out in my car/And I woke up in my childhood bed/Wishin' I was someone else, feelin' sorry for myself/When I remembered someone's kid is dead."

Hold On Chord Overstreet

"I don't wanna let go./I know I'm not that strong./I just wanna hear you/Saying, 'Baby, let's go home'./Let's go home,/Yeah, I just wanna take you home.//Hold on, I still want you,/Come back, I still need you."

I Will Follow You into the Dark Death Cab for Cutie

"I'll follow you into the dark.//No blinding light/Or tunnels, to gates of white/Just our hands clasped so tight/Waiting for the hint of a spark."

everything i wanted Billie Eilish

"And you say,/'As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you./Don't wanna lie here, but you can learn to./If I could change the way that you see yourself,/You wouldn't wonder why you hear/'They don't deserve you''"

Paradise Coldplay

"When she was just a girl she expected the world/But it flew away from her reach /And the bullets catch in her teeth./Life goes on, it gets so heavy/The wheel breaks the butterfly /Every tear a waterfall./In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes./In the night the stormy night away she'd fly."

Older Than I Am Lennon Stella

"Sometimes I wish I could do something stupid/Be kinda reckless while I can/Say I don't give a damn/But I'm older than I am./I could get hurt and get some scars to prove it/Just say to hell with all my plans/'Cause I don't give a damn/But I'm older than I am."

Day After Tomorrow Phoebe Bridgers

"Tell me, how does God choose?/Whose prayers does He refuse?/Who turns the wheel? Who throws the dice/On the day after tomorrow?"

Something in the Orange Zach Bryan

"It'll be fine by dusk light I'm telling you, baby/These things eat at your bones and drive your young mind crazy/But when you place your head between my collar and jaw,/I don't know much but there's no weight at all. I need to hear you say you've been waitin' all night./There's orange dancing in your eyes from bulb light./Your voice only trembles when you try to speak ./Take me back to us dancing, this wood used to creak."

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Simple Man Jason Manns, Jensen Ackles

"Boy, don't you worry, you'll find yourself/Follow your heart and nothing else/And you can do this, oh, baby, if you try./All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied."

Cowboys and Angels Dustin Lynch

"I'm not sure why her path crossed mine./Accident or grand design/Maybe God just kinda likes/Cowboys and angels.//We ride side by side/A cloud of dust, a ray of light./My touch is her temptation,/Her kiss is my salvation/She's sweet, I'm wild, we're dangerous."

Steady Heart Kameron Marlowe

"Her whisper brings the sunrise, her kiss could stop the rain/Her midnight prayers always calm the crazy in my brain/Yeah, we take it day by day."

Dawns Zach Bryan, Maggie Rodgers

"And, by the time she wakes,/I'll be halfway, to my mama's home./It just dawned on me/Life is as fleeting, as the passin' dawn./And, it was my mistake/'Cause, she never said a thing, about Jesus./I miss my mother's southern drawl/And, her prayin', through the walls, in the evenin'."

Rosyln Bon Iver, St. Vincent

"Sea and the rock below/Cocked to the undertow.//Bones, blood and teeth erode/With every crashing node.//Wings wouldn't help you/Wings wouldn't help you down."

White Winter Hymnal Fleet Foxes

"And I turned 'round and there you go/And, Michael, you would fall/And turn the white snow red as strawberries/In the summertime."

Work Song Hozier

"When my time comes around/Lay me gently in the cold dark earth/No grave can hold my body down/I'll crawl home to her."

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You Found Me The Fray

"I found God on the corner of First and Amistad/Where the west was all but won/All alone, smoking his last cigarette./I said, 'Where you been?'/He said, 'Ask anything'//Where were you when everything was fallin' apart?/All my days were spent by the telephone/That never rang and all I needed was a call/That never came to the corner of First and Amistad."

Fix You Coldplay

"Lights will guide you home/And ignite your bones/And I will try to fix you."

The Flood Oliver Hazard

"And I'll set fire to this place./Wipe my prints and spread my ashes in the states/And I would lie to see your face./A call from home is all I'm asking, the flood can wait./But the flood won't wait."

North Sleeping At Last

"With each year, our color fades./Slowly, our paint chips away./But we will find the strength/And the nerve it takes/To repaint and repaint and repaint every day.// Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind./Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide./Settle our bones like wood over time, over time./Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.// Smaller than dust on this map/Lies the greatest thing we have:/The dirt in which our roots may grow/And the right to call it home."

Clocks Coldplay

"Confusion never stops/Closing walls and ticking clocks, gonna/Come back and take you home/I could not stop that you now know, singing."

Northern Lights Oliver Hazard

"That broke guitar is just an alibi./You know I hated everything I tried./Remember the night I got way too high?/The lights were off and I thought you left./I woke you up in the middle of the night./No i wouldn't change a thing/Knowing me."

Henry & Pearl Oliver Hazard

"And we'll light those kings on fire/And the flames just grew even higher./The chloroform and the lightning storm/There was no chance of survival./Steady hands and a lit trashcan/It was blasphemy, not the bible."

[zephyroh]

i got you (please don’t let go of me)

it’s 4am again and im having feeling about jason scott again

Read on AO3

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There was something wrong.

Jason couldn’t put his finger on what, but there was something not right. He felt uneasy. Like his body was trying to tell him something. He was lying in his bed – his window always opened ever since the night at the mine in because his friends had taken the habit of coming to his room whenever they wanted, usually when they needed company or comfort.

He remembered the day Pearl was born - he looked at her with wonder in his eyes, holding her tightly in his arms. He heard her laugh, and saw stars in her eyes, and vowed to himself to be the best brother in the world. Just like in the movies. He had wanted to be a superhero for her, before actually becoming one. And now he had added four persons to protect in that oath. He was, in some ways, a big brother to his team – “more like the mom friend”, had said Zack laughing one day.

He usually felt them coming, before seeing them. In was an unshakable feeling in his body, in his bone, and when they were feeling bad, it was like something was out of place. Like something in the universe had shifted, was out of balance, and he couldn’t rest until he fixed it. Like those night after an argument with his father where Pearl came to his room crying because he didn’t want them to fight, and he couldn’t sleep before reassuring her. Going to sleep knowing his baby sister was unwell was impossible. Just like if one of his teammates was having a hard time.

This night was one of those night.

He felt like crying. He felt like he was suffocating. He wanted to scream at the world, but could only lie immobile, staring at the ceiling. He could only hear the soft sound of the wind gently passing through his curtains. The light of the moon was shielded by clouds, and the only other source of light was coming from his digital alarm clock on his night stand.

4:48, it read.

The silence was almost maddening.

He waited for the familiar sound of Kimberly’s heel hitting the frame of his window. Or a pebble hitting the wall because Zack found it hilarious to throw rocks at his window even though he knew it was open. Or the soft “You up?” that Trini whispered, always afraid to wake him up. Or the sound of metal and cable in Billy’s backpack when he didn’t want to work on a project alone.

But nothing came.

It was a month after they saved Angel Grove – or the world actually – and it was the tenth night he couldn’t sleep, not knowing why.

Some night he just couldn’t get asleep.

Some night he woke up soaking with sweat, bones trembling, dread in his heart, and a scream stuck in his throat.

 -----

“Jas, you need to close your eyes if you want sleep.”

Jason blinked three time, shaking his head. He looked at the coffee machine in front of him, who had already stopped pouring coffee into his mug two minutes ago, before shifting his gaze to the little human being beside him.

Pearl was standing next to him with wide open eyes and such an innocent look on her face he couldn’t help the found smile growing on his lips.

“Why are you saying that, P?” The girl frowned and pouted at the surname while Jason smirked. “I don’t wanna be pee!”, she had cried out, horrified, the first time he called her that – and he never did stop after because her reactions where adorable.

“You wasn’t moving, like when you sleep, but with your eyes open. You have to close them.”, she answered matter-of-factly. He let out an amused laugh as his heart swelled.

“Thank you, I’ll think of that next time.”

He smothered a yawn and rubbed his tired eyes. The day was going to be long, he thought as he brought the coffee mug to his lips.

 -----

He felt like he was functioning in slow motion. Even superhero powers didn’t compensate sleep deprivation. He almost arrived late for his first class after taking too much time to prepare in the morning, and cursed himself for missing his friends before class. They would usually gang up at Billy’s locker before going their own way.

He couldn’t concentrate. The only remaining seat when he arrived was the one by the window in one of the rows at the back of the class – the perfect spot to not listen one word of what the teacher was saying and just daydream. His chin in his hand, he started dozing off, regularly jerking awake when his brain was warning him he was falling asleep.

The guilt of not listening to the class – history, the only one he actually liked – started creeping on him. He just couldn’t wait for the day to be over. He hadn’t had such a horrible day since the Power Rangers thing. Before that, he was used to waking up hating everything, and endure the day until he could come back to bed. But he hadn’t feel this way again, until now. He was not thrilled to remembered was it was like.

After two hours of pure torture, he speeded out of he classroom, eager to join his teammates. He walked into the cafeteria, mentally insulting everyone. They were making so much goddamn noise. He was definitely too tired and not caffeinated enough to deal with that.

He quickly spotted his squad at their usual spot. He felt his mood lighten up was he saw Trini and Zack fighting over their food trails while Kim was smirking and throwing crumbs of bread at them, and Billy was carefully sorting his food by colors, probably occasionally commenting on how it would be physically impossible for Trini to fit an entire bus up Zack’s bottom, and therefore pointless to try or even threaten to.

He sat in front of him, automatically putting his apple on Billy’s trail. It was his favorite fruit, and Jason was always too happy to give up his just to see Billy excitedly clap his hands. Today however, Billy merely looked up to him and thanked him, giving him a small smile, before returning to his food. Jason didn’t miss the dark circle under his eyes, and understood that he wasn’t the only one with sleep problems.

He frowned and his body only tensed more. The feeling of the night before, shaking his bones to the core, was back.

“You alright, farmboy?” Jason slightly rolled his eyes at Trini’s nickname she found for him after he told them the whole story about the cow in the locker. “You do dress up a bit like Clark Kent”, she had argued.

He felt his heart warm up at the sight of four concerned looks directed at him when he lifted his head from his food.

“Didn’t get much sleep last night, but I’ll be fine”, he answered with a tired smile. They nodded in agreement, and Trini gave him an understanding smile, looking at him intensely like she was trying to communicate with him telepathically. “I feel you”, he though she was trying to say. He nodded back, knowing it was her own way of expressing herself. Not with words, but it was just as well.

He felt kind of guilty for worrying them. He was used to be the one worrying about them. He liked that role, he wanted to care of them, and hated feeling this low and miserable.

The sound of the school bell felt like a blow in the stomach. Here we go again, for four more hours. While the others started hurryingly picking up their stuff, Jason was feeling out of it. Like in another dimension, like he was out of tune with the world. There but not quite there. He forced himself to move, trying to keep up with the rest of the student body. He saw Zack waving and blowing kisses at them, heading for the exit, and Jason knew he had decided to skip class today. Kim was teasing Trini, pulling down her beanie on her eyes as the tiny girl was feigning being mad, while they were headed to their Biology class.

Without even thinking about it, he launched himself forward, elbowing a few students as he spotted the back of Billy’s head in the crowd. He caught up to him as Billy was opening his locker. Jason smiled at the sight of the inside of it. Pictures of the five of them together, a flyer of Krispy Kreme, five tiny dinosaurs toy and carefully scotched in the back, a crumbled-up piece of paper reading “we should start a band”.

“Are you alright, Billy? You look as tired as me, and that’s not good news.”

“Jason.”, the boy acknowledges him, looking at him straight in the eyes. Jason wondered if it was the lack of sleep or the amount of caffeine he had ingested, but his heart twitched at this moment. “I’m just having a few nightmares recently. Of Rita… but it’s alright, I’m okay.”

The red ranger suddenly felt powerless at the sight of Billy’s tired – and somewhat resigned – smile. Jason wished so hard he could make all his problems go away, because Billy Cranston should never feel sad about anything in his life, ever. He was too good for this shitty world, and Jason wanted so much to protect him from it.

Billy seemed to notice the former quarterback’s sorrow, because before Jason could register what was happening, Billy was ruffling his hair.

Everything seemed to stop for Jason, even his heart. He only managed to tilt his head to the side with a questioning look on his faces, mouth half open but not trusting his vocal cords to actually be able to function at this moment.

Then Billy smiled his pure, angel-like smile, and everything momentarily felt right in the world.

“I’m cheering you up!”, he explained. “Kim does that to me when I’m feeling low, so I’m doing it to you. Zack usually makes a lot of bad jokes and then explains them to me, but I don’t know as many as him, and you know I’m not really good at jokes anyway. And Trini, she brings me food, but I don’t have any snacks on me. Besides, we just ate so it would be pointless to give you more food right now. Should have I not done that?” Billy suddenly looked worried, like he made a mistake – he was always too self-conscious even around the team, always afraid to be “weird”, as if the squad would ever feel weirded out by him.

Jason immediately snapped out of his dazed state to reassure the boy. “No! No, no absolutely not, I- it was good- well, it’s alright. You did good. It worked”, he stuttered, and it never felt this complicated to get coherent words out of his mouth.

Billy shot him a glowing smile, exuding pride because he managed to lighten up Jason’s mood, and the red ranger felt like he could breathe a little bit better, and the world was a little more colorful than this morning.

 -----

Jason stared at the sharp, red inked letter in front of him. He stared so long it felt like the letter was floating on the blank piece of the page he was holding.

He blinked. And blinked again. And stupidly pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, and regretted it immediately afterwards. He tended to forget about his superhero strength from time to time.

The classroom was buzzing around him, student putting their books in their bag, pulling chairs, talking and laughing loudly. But Jason couldn’t move.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, and lifted his head to see his teacher looking at him with a small smile.

“I’m proud of you, Jason. You really did improve. Keep up the good work.”

His eyes dropped again at the paper.

He got an A. At a math test. Him. Jason Scott. Jason Scott, who was only good at football. Jason Scott, whom only shot at having a future was a sport scholarship at a local university. Jason Scott who was constantly failing his class, and felt to depressed to even try to study. Jason freaking Scott.

He had to show it to the team.

They were all pretty good students, even Zack when he bothered to show up, and prepared a study plan for Jason when he told them, ashamed, that he wasn’t even sure he’d graduate. Without question nor his opinion on the matter, they immediately organized study sessions in between training sessions, and before long, Jason learned the pleasure of learning.

Trini helped him mostly in English, but never with the others present. She just showed up one day in his room with the reading assignment of the semester in her hands. And after an hour, Jason learned that Trini loved literature and poetry – she actually wrote some, but threatened to slit his throat if he ever mentioned it to the others, especially Kimberly who would never stop teasing her about it, and Jason still remembered the feeling of fright in his heart in front of her dead serious face. He never heard her talk as much as when she was passionately explaining the meaning of some obscure figure of style the author of the book used, and why he used it. “It’s easier to express fictional people’s feelings than my own.”, she admitted once.

Zack’s subject of predilection was physics, and he liked to dress up as old famous physician as he was moving around, his arms flipping around, talking with animation trying to explain the laws of physics to Jason, occasionally throwing apples at his head screaming “Eureka!”.

For biology it was Kim who was his assigned tutor. She wasn’t much of a pedagogue, but she had a way of vulgarizing complex mechanism about DNA and cells with simple words that made sense to Jason. They actually both hated it, but going through it together made things better and easier.

As for math… It has always been Jason’s worst nightmare. His parents had tried to get him private lesson before giving up, seeing that there was no results. Not matter how hard he tried, how long he could tire his eyes on an exercise, nothing made sense to him.

But then Billy came along. It came so naturally to the boy, he made it look easy. And the blue ranger loved that he could monologue as long as he wanted about math, Jason would never complain. When Billy noticed there was something Jason wasn’t getting, he tried to explain it in another way, and in another if it was still not enough, again and again until Jason understood. Step by step, Jason started to catch up on his lacunas, and God knew there was a long way to go.

Until this day. Because this day, his efforts were rewarded, and he owed it all to his friends.

He jolted out of his seat, suddenly filled with energy. He almost ran up the hallway leading to Billy’s locker, which Zack was already leaning against. He strode swiftly to reach up the boys and planted himself in front of Billy.

“I’m going to hug you now.”, he announced. “Is that okay?”

Billy nodded, a bit surprised and confused, but relaxed as soon as he felt Jason arms around him. Jason knew he was still getting used to physical contact. The red ranger tilted his head to press Billy’s body even harder against him and his nose ended up grazing the boy’s neck for a slipt of a second. As he felt Billy shudder, he released his grasp, fearing that it was too much for Billy. But as they separated, the other boy seemed fine, even happy if not still confused.

Jason realized he was staring a bit too long at Billy’s dark brown eyes when Zack’s voice startled him.

“Hey, man, I want some love too!”, he joked, and Jason hoped he didn’t notice the redness of his cheeks. “Why so sappy?”.

Jason brandished the paper he was still holding in his hand, harboring a proud smile. As Zack took in the information, a similar smile appeared on his lips.

“Yeah, that’s awesome dude! You’re a genius now”. He put his arms around Jason for a quick hug, patting firmly the red ranger’s back.

A confused Billy appeared near Zack, countersigning his neck to look at the paper, and his eyes grew wide with excitement when the saw the “A” at the top of the paper. He started hoping around, clapping his hand and laughing excitedly.

“Something to celebrate?” Kim’s voice came from behind Jason. He spun on his heels, with a wide grin still on his face as her and Trini – the two always looked like they were joined by the hip – raised their eyebrows.

He answered simply,

“Billy turned me into a math genius!”

 -----

Jason sighed heavily. Then let out a groan. Then slammed his fit against his mattress out of frustration.

3:27. The glowing, dimmed light of his alarmed clock seemed to be mocking him.

He felt the impulse to throw it against the wall, then decided against it out of fear of waking up his little sister. But he just wanted to break something.

Exhaling slowly, he tried to relax his fist, then the muscles of his forearms, then his entire body. He concentrated as he remembered Trini’s words when she was teaching him yoga one night, at the top of a cliff near the mine.

“Focus on your breathing and the beating of your heart. The more you think about that, the less you think about everything else.”

After what felt like an eternity, Jason noticed his mind had already started to wander off, and he felt himself giving up. Shooting a glance at the time, a deep sense of despair crushed him as his saw the red numbers.

3:51.

Son. Of. A. Bitch.

He clenched his jaw and pressed his palm against his forehead where drips of sweat were starting to form.

Instinctively, he took his phone, which was resting on the nightstand, in his hand. He paused for a second, staring at the numerous apps on the screen – which was at the lowest setting of luminosity but still hurt his eyes – decided what he wanted to do.

Trying to ignore the feeling carved in his gut, he opened his text messages. Without thinking, he just followed his impulse, and tapped on one of the conversation.

“Hey, you up?”

After five minutes of silence from his phone, he stared at the name of the contact one last time. Billy Boy.

He felt empty as he put down the phone next to him, then turned around in his bed.

 -----

When he woke up, tears were burning his eyes, and he didn’t know if his heart was crushed in his chest or if he wanted to rip it out of his ribcage himself.

It took him three whole minutes for his limbs to stop shaking, and five for the sobbing to cease.

Even though he was sure he knew exactly why he was crying when he woke up, the memories were already starting to fade away. The feeling of frustration was almost too unbearable.

Blue lips. A still body, too still. Rigid. Numbness. Clouns in his mind.

He clenched his eyes shut just and let out a whimper.

Weight in his arms. A loud thump on wood. Rope gliding through metal.

Tears were running down his face again and he hugged his knees tightly against his chest.

Electricity. The rope stopping abruptly. Opened eyes, but a blank, lifeless look.

Jason buried his head in his arms.

Billy was alright. Billy was alive. It was just a nightmare. Billy was fine. Billy was alive.

He repeated those words like a mantra In his head until his body finally calmed down.

The clock was now reading 5:05.

Wiping his tears with the blanket, he mechanically reached out for his phone again. His heart skipped a bit when he pressed the button to light up his screen. Billy Boy.

He fumbled on his phone, trying to unlock it as fast as he could.

“Yes, bad dream again ☹ Why? Everything alright?” Send forty-five minutes after his own text. He cursed himself for having missed it, for not having been there for Billy when he woke up from his own nightmare.

“I just couldn’t sleep…”, he texted back. As he was hesitating to elaborate, to explain that his first instinct was to reach out to Billy, the sight of three jumping dots made his heart race. Before he could do anything – strangely his first impulse was to throw the phone away – another text popped up.

“Seems like you still can’t :p”, immediately followed by the dots again. Jason waited patiently, smiling softly at the emojis Billy loved to use and sometimes, overuse.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to be mean. It sounded mean. I was thinking: “what would Zack say in this situation?” Was it mean?”

“It’s alright, don’t worry 😊  I had a nightmare too, just woke up.”, he replied.

He suddenly felt a little bit better, imagining Billy’s rambling voice in his head. Relaxing, he waited again while Billy was typing… only to nearly choke on his saliva when the words appeared in front of his eyes.

“Maybe next time we should sleep together!”

Jason froze on the spot, forgetting to even breathe and he read the text three times to make sure his eyes were not playing games with him.

“That way we won’t be alone having bad dreams :p”

Air slithered back into his lungs, and Jason refused to acknowledge to himself that he was blushing.

And this moment, the thoughts keeping him from sleeping were all kind of different from the ones before.

 -----

Jason mentally cursed himself when he greeted Billy and a blush crept onto his face ; Billy didn’t make it any easier for the red ranger when he didn’t stop when approaching Jason, and rather wrapped his arms around him. He only had his reflex to thank when he reciprocated the hug on auto-pilot, because his mind was racing, and his body was feeling too much all at once.

“Wh-what that for?”, Jason managed to get out, trying his best not to sound weird – and probably failing.

“I wanted to thank you for yesterday. I actually did sleep much better after we talked, or rather texted. Well, even though it was for a short time because it was early. But I feel better than yesterday.”, Billy exclaimed, smiling happily. “Jason, are you okay? You look weird? Did you not sleep at all after?”.

“Yeah, no, I did actually. I’m-“. He shifted awkwardly on his feet, clearing his throat, avoiding Billy’s eyes as he pushed back the thoughts he had this morning in the back of his mind. “I’m good.”, he added, finally meeting his friend gaze.

Then without thinking, Jason saw his hand raise itself to land on Billy’s head, gently ruffling the boy’s hair. Realizing what he was doing, Jason froze as his eyes widened. He was starting to positively panic when Billy merely tilted his head, confused look on his face, not embarrassed in the least.

“Don’t worry, I’m not sad, Jason. I just told you, I’m really feeling better.”

 -----

“Okay, what’s wrong with you? You’ve been acting off for a couple of days now.”

Jason jumped in his seat as a pile a book loudly landed on the table, right in front of him. Kim promptly dropped herself unceremoniously in the seat next to him, crossing her arms, a serious yet concerned look on her face.

Jason sighed. He knew pretending would be useless with Kimberly. She was too perceptive for that.

“I- I don’t know actually.”, he answered, waving his arms around to illustrate his words. “I’m just either having horrible nightmares or I have insomnias.”

He turned to face her and was surprised to meet a raised, unimpressed eyebrow. She was expecting something else. She blankly started at him as seconds passed by, apparently not intending to speak, nor letting him off the hook.

“… Okay fine, there’s maybe something else.” A satisfied smirk grew on her lips. He cursed her under his breath. “Never become a shrink, you’d be horrible.”

He swallowed his saliva with difficulty, trying to make sense of the turmoil in his mind.

“I’m having weird feelings… about Billy.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulder. Like the blinds were suddenly opening in a dark room and light was coming through. Like a dam had just exploded and water was flowing through. “I keep seeing him dead in my dream, Kim. I just can’t erase the imagine of him just- lying there, on the dock, not breathing. So, when we’re together, I just- It’s like I constantly want to make sure he’s alive, that’s he’s here with us. I’m always catching myself looking him out, like when I walk into a room I automatically look for him. It’s like I don’t want to get him out of my sight. Wow, that’s sounded creepy, didn’t it? But then, there’s sometimes the way he smiles to me, or talks to me, or looks at me, or just is- It’s weird, I don’t know how to describe the feeling…”

The words kept pouring out of his lips like he couldn’t stop them. Kim’s simple, knowing smile made him feel better, and something in her eyes just made him realize. It dawned on him harder than the train hit them that night.

“Is that- Is that how you feel about Trini?”

And the pink ranger simply nods, smiling ever so calmly. She didn’t say a word, and didn’t have to. Jason just had to figure it out by himself, he just needed a push.

He just sat there a while, mouth opened and jaw hanging low – he knew he probably looked like an idiot but there was too much on his mind for him to care. After a while, Kim finally spoke out, putting a gently hand on his arms, squeezing it.

“You almost lost him. Well, you actually did lose him for a while. It’s normal if you’re a mess. It’s okay. Just talk to him about it.

And that was just about the most terrifying thing he’d ever heard.

 -----

Jason couldn’t sleep.

Again.

But this time was different. He was just restless, thinking, pacing around his room, sometimes picking up his phone, staring at it for a second before putting it down. And repeating the process all over again.

He had to jump off the cliff. He had to talk to Billy. But it was easier to agree with Kim than to actually do it.

He sat on his bed with vigor, taking a deep breath, taking the small object into his hand. His heart throbbing in his chest, he looked intensely at the black screen… which lighted up as the phone vibrated.

Billy Boy.

As panic ran through his veins; he let out a shrill scream and impulsively throwed his phone on the pillows across the bed.

Rolling his eyes at his own reaction, he picked up the phone again to answer the text.

“I’m afraid to fall asleep. Can I come over?”

Once again, Jason froze. Then laughed nervously. And started to hyperventilate a bit.

As his fingered were slightly trembling, he typed “Of course, the window is always open!”, trying to figure out if it sounded chill enough.

He was actively trying to calm his heart beating loudly in his chest when Billy came through the window, landing carefully next to Jason’s bed – who couldn’t hold a found smile when he saw Billy’s batman pajamas.

The blue ranger put down his bag before hoping into Jason’s bed, immediately rolling the covers around him. He breathed in deeply before casually saying “Thank you, Jason. Your smell always calms me down. That’s why I take some of your shirts sometimes. But I’ll give them back, I’m not a thief don’t worry. “

Jason wondered if Billy was in fact actively trying to kill him, or if he was just oblivious to the effect he had on the red ranger. He also wondered if the boy could see, despite the darkness, that he was as red as his armor in this very moment.

“Of course, anytime you need”, and his voice sounded a bit off to his ears.

As Billy was making himself comfortable, Jason thought he was never going to get sleep. And at his grand surprise, he actually did start to feel himself slip into slumber when he closed his eyes, feeling the heat emanating from Billy’s body next to him, listening to the boy’s calm breathing, his own body relaxing.

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It was either the hands shaking his shoulder or the voice in his ears that woke up him.

He had that same feeling of panic in his chest than that night.

He was covered in sweat, body shaking and he felt the cold air hitting his damped cheeks. But then…

Warms palm running through his back, his forearms. A soft voice whispering calming words. Then hands on his hair, across his cheeks, and on his back again.

“It’s okay, Jason. It was just a dream. I’m here. I’m right here.”

Jason’s body relaxed all at once, crashing against Billy who reaffirmed his grip to a just at the sudden weight. Jason’s head landed on the boy’s shoulder, his nose grazing lightly Billy’s neck. And at this moment, in this position, he absolutely understood was Billy was saying about comforting smell.

“You kept calling me in your sleep. And then you started to get agitated.”

“You were dead.”, Jason said simply. His tone was grave, heavy with a sob that was about to burst.

‘You were dead.”, he repeated, as tears started to form at the corner of his eyes, shoulders shaking abruptly.

“I just- I don’t know how to deal with that.”

Billy squeezed his arms around Jason, holding him even closer. He took Jason’s wrist, placing it against his torso, against his heart which rhythm was as fast paced as Jason’s.

“But I came back. You brought me back. And I’m here, Jason. I’m here with you, right now.”

He could feel Billy’s breath against his cheeks as the boy was pressing his forehead against Jason’s temple. The thumb of Billy’s hand was gently caressing Jason’s, still placed against the blue ranger’s torso. Jason’s adjusted his position to that his forehead rested against Billy and lifted his chin a bit. His fingers pressed harder against the other boy’s chest, digging into the flesh.

“It was so horrible…”. His voice cracked and Billy answered by squeezing him ever harder.

“Let it out, Jason. It’s okay. I got you.”, he whispered against Jason’s lips.

Jason’s heart exploded at those words, and as their lips met, the universe seemed balanced again.

[stitcheswashere13]

Slashers x a killer y/n

A special thank you to @stumachergivemeachance for the request!

Includes: Billy and Stu, Jason Vorhees, Brahms, and Og! Micheal

Warnings: mentions of weapons, blood, and killings. Kinda fluff. Male reader! short.

enjoy~

Billy Loomis-

"Y/n! Im hom-... WOHO! Nice job baby!" Billy yells as he closes the door behind him. Welp now your secret is out, you try to pick up the body more off the ground so you can get it in the bag when Billy came home. "Hold On Loverboy! I'll help you out!" Billy yells while putting down the bloody flowers he had picked for you on the counter. Billy helps you grab the dead guy and throw him in the bag. After you two are done, Billy runs to grab the flowers he had set down, he hands you the bloody flowers with a grin on his face "for my killer king", Billy said with a slight bow.

Stu Macher-

"Y/n. If your gonna kill someone at least tell me." You turn around to see Stu holding an arm, "Hey, By the way, Need a hand?" He says with a slight chuckle, you giggle in response. Stu then walks up to you and places a light kiss on your forehead. "Good job for the most part at least." "Thanks!" you say smiling at the fact Stu is proud of you. "But please next time keep your hands in your area," Stu says again with a slight chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. "hehe Ok!". you say looking up at him.

Jason Vorhees-

*bamb* a gunshot went off, Jason was taking care of another one of his victims, one tried to sneak up on him with a chainsaw. But just in time, you shot the gun killing the victim. Jason then turned around worried that you for hurt even though it wasn't the first time you killed someone, but to his surprise you were fine. Jason then pulled you in a tight hug to ease the worries he had before about you getting hurt.

Brahms Heelshire-

"Y/n." You heard Brahms call your name as you were throwing a body in a bag. "Brahms! you scared me!" you say trying to ease the tension. "Hmm- Good boy, I would hide the body in the woods... you need help?" Brahms said unshocked about the issue going on. "yes, please!" You say looking at Brahms. Brahms then nodded and helped you out with the body. After you two were done, Brahms grabbed your hand and placed a light kiss on it, while mumbling "my prince".

Og! Micheal-

You had just started to clean up the blood from your killings when Micheal came home. When Micheal got home he was shocked but also happy. He was happy about the fact that there are now 2 killers in the house and now you could maybe come with him on smaller missions. You hear Micheal mutter "good job." You turn around to see him behind you. He then picks you up

End note!: Thank you @stumachergivemeachance the request! Sorry if it was short! Request are open! Thank you all for the love on my post! Check out my pinned post for info! Have a lovely day!

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Thin White Lines (Part 3)

Summary: Y/N Harrington and Billy Hargrove are the most unlikely of best friends. Each harbors feelings for the other that neither of them wishes to tell the other. Only, the longer they spend together the longer the thin white line of friendship seems to disappear.

Pairing: Harrington!Y/N x Billy Hargrove.

Warnings: Language, Billy being an asshole, mention of sexual intercourse, slight NSFW

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The alcohol was totally the one giving me the courage to let loose; maybe Billy had something on me when he said going to a party once in a while would help me let loose. I didn't realize how much fun it could actually be. Fuck the fact that more than half the people there were idiots and I wouldn't talk to them after in the school halls actually seemed far more appealing now than it did earlier. But damn did the music actually pop when I had like my 8th solo cup of booze down my throat. Everything looks better when you have an unknown mix of liquor in your system I tell yah. Like, let me tell you, Tommy H. He never attracted me before. He was actually the second worst person I hated in Hawkins, Jason Carver being top for many obvious reasons. But right now with the alcohol in my system and some trashy pop song playing overhead my body moved on its own as I rocked and gyrated my hips along with the beat in the crowd of drunk teenagers. Tommy was in front of me dancing with me with hands that just wouldn't stop trying to grope me in my dress; the hell was Carol anyways to tame her boyfriend? Ah, smacking faces with some other jock, typical. I always did know Carol was a whore. Ah well! I closed my eyes and let my body move with the music attempting to ignore the sweaty palms leaving wet patches on my dress as Tommy tried to cop a feel. Well, I was attempting until a different set of hands were placed a little low on my hips; gripping and flexing their hold as a frame brushed up against my back. It was electric, it was hot, and I couldn't care less when I leaned my frame back into the body behind me and rested my head against his shoulder. My brain couldn't process who was behind me until that damned husky voice whispered like hot sin right into my ear as his hands slid from my hips up my sides to briefly skim along the sides of my breasts before gripping my ribcage just below the swell of my bra

"Now who's enjoying the party hmm?" my eyes fluttered and I turned my head slightly to peer over my shoulder only to find none other then Billy Hargrove plastered to my back. My spine melting into the front of his bare torso and the cool feel of his leather was a welcoming relief against the heat of my skin.

I knew he'd seek me out eventually. I could always feel those damned eyes on me as I enjoyed my night. Like some sort of shadow among the crowd of people. I couldn't deny the longer the night went the more the feel of his eyes hungry on me from somewhere in the house thrilled me immensely. What this meant for our friendship after tonight I had no fucking clue. He often would just ignore me if he got pissed off or if something happened that he couldn't emotionally process for a time which meant I'd be nothing but another faceless person until he was ready to seek me out again. But this was different. Yeah, our relationship was fucked up half the time; hot and cold but we'd stuck to each other through it all. But god tonight was different. Could be the booze, could be the music. But I had a suspicion that it was simply just the thrill of Billy that I was drunk on.

The press of moist lips were like a firey brand against the column of my throat as I slowly swayed to the music all the while being held by Billy's hot hand pressed to my front. There were no words that I could even utter to return some sort of snarky remark back at him for his earlier quip because godamm his presence and those lips were just too intoxicating right now. I forgot all about Tommy in front of me who was thankfully easily distracted by another pretty ass which left just me and Billy in our own little world as the music played and the sweaty bodies milling around us on the makeshift dance floor. Billy smelled of cigarette smoke and booze but I probably smelled pretty much the same mixed with sweat. Shit, where was Steve and Nancy? I'd forgotten about them and wondered if they'd already left me to walk home later when the party began to disperse.

"You know, I know there's a spare bedroom upstairs that's not being used right now." Billy's voice were followed by the press of chaste kisses along my jawline.

Oh god. How drunk was he? Was he just as hammered as I was? Was this a good idea? But godammit felt so right and yet so wrong to be pressed up against him like this. Like a drug I know I shouldn't take but craved that high. He's my best friend, fucked up or not he was still a friend and friend's didn't grind up against each other like this. But it was a party…just a party that neither of us would remember in the morning right? I'd just have to make sure nothing happened beyond some hot and heavy make out sessions right? Right. Yeah, Y/N You go girl. Be smart here! I exhaled sharply and quickly grabbed one of his hands; feeling the cool metal of his rings against my fingers as I dragged him through the mass of people towards the stairs. I tripped over my stupid heels up on the third step and in frustration yanked those fuckers off and tossed them to the side just seconds before Billy's frame collided with mine and I was pressed against the wall of the staircase; mouth hot and sweet pressing against mine like a man desperate and possessed causing my mind to short circuit. I groaned into his mouth as I wrapped my arms around his neck to draw him closer; fingers sinking into his soft curls to draw him impossibly deeper into my being.

I didn't know how we made it up stairs. I didn't remember anything but the hot press of his mouth against my skin and the way his muscles flexed and moved beneath my fingertips when I finally shucked off that damned leather jacket off of him. He was gorgoues. Not ripped like some guys were trying to be nowadays but the gentle grooves of abs in the making and the flex of strong biceps were just perfect. Okay, this dress was too fucking suffocating right now. I needed to feel his skin against mine pronto but before the dress was even halfway unzipped down my back the door was flung open and another drunken couple was stumbling inside with lips locked and hands groping. Billy shouted something at them but I merely just stared up at him; tracing the line of his sharp jawline and imagining my lips tracing that same damned line with my tongue.

"Fuck it! We aren't fucking in this shithole. Come on dollface." I was yanked up by my arm and I stumbled against Billy's frame; feeling the rumble of a chuckle beneath the palms of my hands.

"Too cock drunk already and I haven't even fucked you yet," he whispered smugly against my ear. I smacked his shoulder with a pout. Fuck, I really was drunk if I was pouting.

"You're so fucking mean Hargrove!" I protested rising to my full height attempting to seem a little soberer but the room spun from the amount of alcohol in my system and if it weren't for the stupid man's fast reflexes to catch me around my waist to steady me I'd probably have passed out on the fucking floor.

He mumbled something that I couldn't register as I nuzzled into his neck and wrapped my arms around his waist to keep myself upright. Billy gave really good hugs; did he know that? Hmm, I should tell him later. We'd never cuddled or hugged properly before so this was nice, like really nice. I hummed against the skin of his neck as I tightened my grip around his waist enjoying the feel of his hot body against my own.

"I'm sleepy Billy," I mumbled as my eyes fluttered looking up at him with half-lidded doe eyes. I couldn't register the look on his face but I couldn't deny the feeling that shot straight down to my core when his tongue came out to lick a stripe of wetness along his bottom lip as he gazed down at me seemingly frustrated and fighting something within his own head. I smiled up at him dreamily; almost taunting him to act on whatever was going on in that sexy mind of his.

"Do you know you're actually kinda hot Hargrove?" I commented my words slurred slightly.

Billy shook his head and hoisted my form up into his arms allowing my head to fall limpy against his shoulder. I watched with ever growing blurry eyes as we made our way out into the hallway and as we descended to the party below my eyes fluttered completely closed and the warmth of slumber engulfed me.

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I didn't wanna open my eyes. My head was pounding like some little shit was inside my skull with one of those sledgehammers bashing my brain from inside over and over again. It hurt, hurt enough for my eyes to not want to wake up. Plus I was warm. Like really warm and comforting. There was a familiar scent that tickled my nose making my brain slowly start to wake to. It was familiar and yet it sent as many red flags to my body as it sent happy tingles. I forced an eye open to blurrily take a peek at my surroundings and my vision was filled with tanned skin. I blinked open my other eye before blinking again as I stared at the tanned shoulder that I could see in my immediate line of sight. My body seemed to freeze just as fast as my brain did when it slowly and sluggishly registered my predicament. What I thought was a mattress was…well not my mattress. Instead, I was lying on a chest. A warm and strong chest and the weight of an arm draped over my waist pinned me to the body beneath my own that I was using as a bed. Jesus, I ended up sleeping with some random dude from the party last night didn't I? Shit fuck goddamn it! Where was Steve last night? Why didn't he stop me from leaving with some jock? I could hardly remember anything from last night. The last thing I remembered was going inside the house for some more liquor after seeing Billy for the first time that night. Shit, Billy. What happened with Billy? I do remember a few brief encounters and glimpses of him across the room. I remember dancing, I remember drinking, and I remember fervent desperate kisses; hot and wet against my skin. That probably led to me being taken home with whomever I was using as a mattress right now for a quick drunken fuck.

Billy would seriously not let me live this down if he knew I left with some strangerrrr…..cue the sound of a record scratching when my eyes lifted to peer up at my fuck for the night. Scratch that…Billy wouldn't let me live this down…because he was that drunken fuck. Holy shit! Oh god! As carefully as I could I raised my upper half to peer down at the still passed-out Hargrove. Oof, okay so yeah there were definitely a lot more gaps missing in my memories than I thought as I stared down at his very naked chest realizing that it was scattered with bite marks in the shape of my teeth and purple red hickeys scattered not only along his chest but his neck too. Exhaling shakily I rolled off of his frame as much as I could without waking my best friend and peeked underneath the sheets to find yes; we were actually very naked. Sitting up a bit I ran a hand through my messy just fucked hair as I looked around the bedroom. His bedroom as a matter of fact. Clothes that we were wearing were scattered across the room and oh look condom wrappers. Yes, I said wrappers with a capital S at the end. Well at least he was smart enough to wear protection; that's good. Although, that won't help his ass when Steve finds out his rival slept with his baby sister. Fuck me sideways! I am not going to live this one down, am I?

I attempted to slide out of the bed but the figure beside me stirred and an arm dragged me back down to his chest. Kiss swollen lips pressing against my naked shoulder as Billy nuzzled into it sleepily. "It's Saturday. Sleep in." he grumbled.

"Heh, Saturday right." I quip back with a dry throat as I pulled at his grip trying to get out of bed.

It took him a moment to realize and I knew the moment that he did when his blue eyes snapped open and he stared up at me from where I sat on the edge of the bed. I had that awkward smile on my face as if silently saying 'Yeah fucker. Surprise.' but instead of freaking out like I had expected him to his face returned to that neutral gaze as his blue eyes scanned me from head to toe. and a small half hearted smirk tugging at his lips.

"Shit Harrington if I knew you were such a minx in bed I would have fucked you sooner." his comment made my face flush and I hid it behind my head.

"Omg Hargrove, no! Fuck don't say shit like that!" I protested. Holy cow was my best friend actually agreeable about the fact he fucked me?!

His hand reached out to grasp my wrist and he pulled me back on top of his chest with a cheeky grin on his face as he used his free hand to brush away the tangled H/C strands of my hair from my face and tuck it behind my ear. I couldn't deny the little tingle I got when those fingers traced down my jaw and along my neck; his gaze following the path to were no doubt hickeys were decorating my skin.

"You didn't have a problem when I said worse in bed darlin." he commented quirking a brow and I fought not to look away from his face.

"So you remember what happened last night?…that makes one of us." a frown tugged at his features and he tilted his head to study me a little more. Did he see the nervousness on my face?

"You were pretty drunk…" he mused a bit before dropping his hand to his face to scrub the sleep away. "You regret it." it was more of a statement than a question and my I opened my mouth to automatically reply to appease him but nothing came out.

"Yeah, I figured as much." he sat up taking me with him before he was getting out of bed to grab some clothes.

His dismissive attitude made me self conscious as I drew the sheets up to my neck as if the covers would hide me. But he didn't even look at me. He glanced at his clock and grunted a curse as he began tugging on some jeans. "Shit, I was supposed to drive Max to the skating park an hour ago." he yanked a random shirt from his drawers before snagging his wallet and keys from his dresser. "You can see yourself out." he shot over his shoulder right before his door slammed shut leaving me sitting there stunned.

Fuck, what just happened? Did Billy just ditch me? Well, fuck me. What was I supposed to expect whenever it was Billy Hargrove? Like I said, he went through girls like girls went through their closest, and here I was, being one of them. Just another notch on his bedpost. A glance up at one of the pillars made that fact sink deeper; oh yeah, literally just another notch in his bedpost. Holding back the tears I climbed from the bed and tried to find my scattered clothes. Once I had my attire back on I slipped out of his room and headed for the front door. The clearing of someone's throat made me halt in my tracks and I turned my head to see Mr. Hargrove sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee and reading a newspaper but now he was staring at me. Double fuck. The embarrassment turned into shame at being caught sneaking out of Billy's room and I didn't even say good morning as I darted out the door trying to force the tears of shame back down as I fled barefoot down the street.

[aggravatetheaxe]

Hey! Saw your post and saw you said you were upsettie spaghetti so I wanted to cheer you up!

Slashers who stop everything they’re doing because their “My S/O needs me” senses are tingling and go to their rescue to comfort their angry s/o?

I was hoping to come up with A way for you to get your emotions out through your writing- 😅

Hope you feel better! 🖤

I've never done a post in this style before so hopefully I do okay! I think I covered pretty much all the slashers I write for so far (I didn't do Billy Lenz because I still need to read the novelization). I may have gone way overboard, so if I do these in the future, I'll probably just pick a few instead of doing the whole roster 😅 (or you can pick for me). But doing this much work did distract me!

Above the cut:

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Included below the cut:

Michael Myers (OG)

Jason Voorhees

Leslie Vernon

Thomas Hewitt

Bubba Sawyer

Brahms Heelshire

Erik ("The Phantom")

Deacon Billings (OC Ghostface)

Courtney Dwayne Delmont (OC slasher)

Kathleen Montgomery (OC slasher)

Masterlist

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Bo Sinclair

Despite being autistic, Bo is very in tune with peoples auras and body language. He has to be to manipulate and deceive people with any modicum of success. He's trained himself when it comes to these things; even besides masking or manipulation, he needed to be keenly aware of when his parents were in Bad Moods so he could either avoid them or prepare himself.

The mood he's probably best at when it comes to this, for those reasons, is anger. He can smell anger a mile away. So if you're fuming, you better believe he notices.

At first he's annoyed and will demand to know what your problem is. He's not a very tolerant person, and he can be a bit of a hypocrite. He's allowed to have big, messy feelings, but when it comes to others having big, messy feelings ... he's not so comfortable with that. He gets overwhelmed.

Once he realizes that this is more than an attitude problem, he'll take it much more seriously. And assuming you're not mad at him, he'll want the rundown on the whole situation from beginning to end. He wants all the dirt.

He'll let you rant, and honestly, he'd think you being this angry (when it's not directed at him, but even still sometimes) is kind of sexy. And don't expect him to shut his mouth, either; he'll be ranting right along with you, affirming you and insulting whomever/whatever you're angry about.

He doesn't wanna cuddle. He genuinely thinks you can't cuddle anger away. He'll put on some loud-ass music and let you vent your frustration however you prefer. Maybe suggest a long drive down to the lake or into town or just ... picking a direction and going. He has fantasies of running away from his anger sometimes. He knows how it is.

Depending on what you're angry about, it could definitely get to the point where he's angrier about the situation than you are. And if it really hurt you, he will not let it go as long as he lives. The best he will ever do is maintain a grudging neutrality or distance from the person/situation that made you angry.

He's very protective. If you're angry at someone you need to maintain a relationship with, you're going to have to keep an eye on Bo to make sure he doesn't deliver revenge for you behind your back. If it's something he can solve, he'll do it, so if you don't want him running his mouth, watch him.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent is in the same boat as Bo when it comes to sensing auras, though his handle on body language and facial expressions is not as keenly honed. While Vincent was not physically abused as brutally or as often as Bo, this wasn't because of some sterling quality he had that Bo lacked. He was always The Good One because he saw what his parents did to The Bad One and knew he needed to protect himself. He tried not to do anything that might provoke his parents.

You can feel anger before a fight like you smell ozone before a storm. Vincent is attuned to the feeling not just because of his parents but because of Bo's temper, too. Because of this, like Bo, he can very accurately sense anger in particular.

His initial reaction is to observe you, gauging if you need time to cool off. If you need space, Vincent is the Sinclair for you. He's used to being quiet and deflecting and riding out anger.

However, once he realizes that your anger is not directed at him or isn't explosive enough to become a problem for him, he's concerned. Rather than asking what happened, he will ask if you're okay, and leave it up to you whether you'll tell him about it or not.

If you vent, he'll sit and listen patiently, maybe even thoughtfully working on a sculpture while you rant. He's not judgemental and he can be very emotional himself, so you could say the most ridiculous, dramatic things and he wouldn't even bat an eye. Let out all your messy, destructive thoughts and feelings. Just try not to throw or punch anything; that's when he shuts down.

If you decide you just want comfort, or decide you need comfort after ranting, art is his first suggestion. It may seem cold to you at first, that his instinct isn't to hold you or kiss you but rather to redirect you to a project - once you got to know him, however, you'd know that's his most genuine way to show he cares. Redirecting to something creative calms him down more than platitudes ever could, and he wants that for you. He's nonjudgmental about the art you create as well, even if it's objectively terrible. It's not about the quality.

He won't turn you down if you need physical affection, however. His twin is extremely tactile, so it wouldn't be the first time he held someone after a breakdown. He prefers to do this if he's certain you won't lash out physically, but if you were in a really bad way and needed to be touched, he'd do it regardless.

Lester Sinclair

Lester witnessed his parents' anger, but it was usually indirectly; if Bo was the Bad One and Vincent was the Good One, he was the Overlooked One. He's not a perfect person, probably not even a good person, but of the three brothers, he's the most normally socialized. He isn't trained to be tuned into everyone's every shifting mood in order to survive.

It takes Lester a little longer to pick up on your anger than his brothers, but not too much longer. It takes him a couple tries at trying to talk to you or get your attention before he realizes something is really wrong.

His first reaction is to get upset. He soaks up emotions like a little sponge, so he's suddenly cranky, too. He also jumps to conclusions and assumes that you're angry with him, and he does not take rejection well. He might be bitter and passive aggressive. You being angry just makes him want to go in another room and not be around you, and yet at the same time, he wants your reassurances. It's messy and sad.

Once he realizes - either through observing you or through you communicating with him - that you're mad at another person or situation, then he'll feel comfortable enough to approach you and ask you about it. You'll definitely need to reassure him that you're not mad at him though.

If you wanna rant, he'll take you on a long drive and let you vent your heart out to him. He won't be quite as aggressive as Bo, but he'll be on your side, frowning with disapproval, telling you "Ya can't fix stupid." If you want only comfort or need comfort after venting, he feels much more equipped for that. He'll put something relaxing in the VHS or let you play his old Super Nintendo, get you a beer, just let you chill out. And he'll let you win at Doctor Mario.

If the situation is something really serious, you best believe he'll be talking to his brothers about it the second he gets a chance. He may be a sweet guy, but he can be real nasty, and he doesn't fuck around when it comes to you. You might have to keep an eye out to make sure he doesn't tell someone off or punch out someone's lights.

Michael Myers (OG)

In 1978, Michael is not very in tune with any emotions besides fear, and even then he only really understands it in an abstract way, as his condition and upbringing haven't really been conducive to him learning about emotions. Unless you're screaming in terror, have tears running down your face, or are shouting angrily, he really can't read your moods. Without any obvious change to how you normally act or look, there's a huge chance he might just not notice if you're angry. He spends a lot of time in his own little world.

In 2018, even though he's spent over 50 years institutionalized, Michael has had time to take in the world, and he's seen a lot more. He understands fear much more than he did when he was 21, but what he understands most of all is anger. His anger fuels him. He would pick up on yours right away and be curious, though he wouldn't verbalize it.

If you tell him how you feel, he'll take note of it. If he witnesses you doing something destructive because of your anger, he'll simply observe. He would be fascinated with this thing you're doing, because it's not something you normally do, and though he might not notice emotions, he certainly notices routine and pattern. Either way, you'll have to tell him how you feel, because he'll simply watch you otherwise.

One thing that can be said for Michael is that he's a good listener. He may not internalize everything you say, but he will remember what he thinks is important. You may be surprised; he may remember tiny little details that seem inconsequential to you but loom large in his mind.

Unless you were caused serious physical or mental harm, he would not be angry on your behalf. He would, however, do nothing to assuage your anger. He thinks it would be kinda neat and interesting to see you snap. He's not 100% sure why you don't just do it.

In 1978, he won't be much help beyond listening to you, but he would be curious to see what you do to vent your anger. You may find him by your side more often, observing you. He may also want to find and observe the object of your anger, especially if it's a person. In 2018, he would, in his own way, suggest you solve the problem by murdering someone/something. He's insatiable, but killing is the closest he's ever come to satisfaction. You should try it.

Jason Voorhees

Out of all of the slashers, Jason is the most likely to actually literally sense your anger, especially if you're psychically sensitive/powerful like Tina Shepard. I'm talkin'—assuming you have a pre-established relationship—he'll be doing something else and just get this itch that tells him you're out there somewhere, pissed off.

Obviously this is untenable. As long as he's not super busy or Pamela has other plans, Jason will stomp his way through the woods to get back to you, regardless of the urgency of your anger. If Pamela doesn't approve, well, he'll let a little anger go and assume you're okay. If he suspects you may be in danger, though, he's sprinting regardless of what Mom says. There's time for both things, Ma!

The first thing he'll do when he returns to you is scan your dwelling, then you, making sure nothing is broken. At that point, you'd probably be able to sense his confusion even without him signing. Jason doesn't experience emotions quite like a human anymore, and he's quite tactile besides, so a lack of tangible or visible clues as to why you're upset would trip him up for a second.

He doesn't want to comfort you at first, he wants to know what's wrong. He'll listen to you vent only long enough to understand the situation and identify his target. His immediate next move would be to eliminate the problem. You'll definitely have to hold him back, and it may take a bit of convincing. Earthly consequences don't really apply to him.

Before comfort comes blowing off steam, for you and for him. His first choices would be mangling some trees (you can pretend it's for firewood) or skipping/throwing stones into the lake. You're welcome to join him if those things calm you down; watching him get his stone to skip like 11 times on Crystal Lake may make you feel better, at least.

You might hang out there for hours before he suddenly decides it's time to go home. He'll do what he can to make your comfortable or stay out of your way while you make yourself comfortable, then comfort you as you please. His go-to choice is always foot or hand massages.

Leslie Vernon

Leslie is extremely observant and surprisingly analytical given how silly he is in the day to day. His intuition makes it pretty easy for him to read people, but especially you, since you two are so close. Especially-especially if you're his Survivor Girl (gender neutral term of course). You two are in sync, so he knows if something's up. Maybe even before you fully figure it out.

God, you're so hot when you're angry, you really are. He almost wants to let you scream and holler and go nuts. But he prefers you only get angry like that at him, especially if you're his Survivor Girl, so his first move is to comfort you or talk you down to a place where you can be comforted. He'll speak to you calmly and rationally, reassuring you and touching you if you wanna be touched—on your upper arms or shoulders or face, or with one arm around your back.

He doesn't just want to comfort you, though, he wants to calm you down enough that you can tell him what happened. Even if you claim you don't want to talk about it, he will coax it out of you eventually. He's gotta know what got you so upset. It's his business to know everything about you!

Assuming you're angry at someone/something that isn't him, he'll talk it through with you. If you're upset about an argument with someone, he has the capacity to see it from the other side, but ultimately, he's there for you. He'll let you bitch as much as you want, still touching you, and he'll be disgusted and/or disappointed with the situation.

Above all, though, what he wants is to see you smile again. The only worries on your mind should be the ones he comes up with, and man, he's not even halfway done grooming the next batch of unlucky teenagers. He'd pat your face or touch your hair and tell you to cheer up, and probably defuse the situation with a stupid quip or joke. Take you out somewhere fun, maybe.

Once you were cheered up, he'd humbly suggest you solve your problem with a little murder. "I mean, I know killing's not really your thing—you're really good at it, though, a talent! You know that..." Pause, considering you. "You want me to do it? 'Cause I can clear my schedule for the rest of the night." If you decline, he'd be like "Suit yourself" but may or may not still murder whoever upset you. If you agree, he'd be super excited to make a romantic night of it. His mind would be going a million miles an hour planning everything out.

Thomas Hewitt

Tommy knows anger when he sees it. Not only does he have loads of internalized anger, he's been on the receiving end of it plenty. He's far too large to be scared of anyone in a physical sense anymore, but he's been shouted at countless times. To know when to shut up and do as he's told versus arguing back, he's learned to gauge intensity and direction of anger, and he well knows that anger can be redirected to him.

So, he instantly recognizes your mood, but it might be a while before he approaches you. When he does approach, he'll let you decide what to do, whether that's throwing your arms around him or banging your fists on his chest to vent your anger. You won't hurt him.

Eventually, once you're all hugged or cried or screamed out, he'll wrap his arms around you and give you a reassuring squeeze. There's no need to tell Tommy what's wrong—he won't ask unless you're obviously in serious distress or injured—but if you decide to speak, he'll listen, brows drawn tightly the whole time. He's thoughtful about the situation.

If you're mad at someone in his family, there isn't much he can do for you besides comfort you and assure you that whoever upset you—Hoyt, probably—didn't mean what they said. If you were hurt physically, it would be another story, but his family gets in shouting matches all the time.

Rather than offering help, he'd wait for you to request it of him. Whatever you ask, shy of hurting his family, he will do. Murder someone? No problem. Make you some food? You got it. Bring you a blanket? Sure. Give you some quiet alone time? That's fine, too.

If you need to vent, he's got plenty of ways to get out your frustration. Plenty of farm work to do, or you could work on something around the house with him. He might suggest knitting or sewing or some other handicraft you enjoy. It always makes him feel better to buckle down and use his hands for something.

If you're still preoccupied/upset by the time you two bed down, or heaven forbid the next morning, then he starts taking it more seriously. Something that disturbs you for that long is bad news. He'll watch you carefully the next couple days to see how you're doing, waiting for you to need him for something.

Bubba Sawyer

Like Tommy, Bubba has been on the receiving end of anger many, many times, so he's familiar with what it looks and feels like. Despite his size, he's still susceptible to physical violence at the hands of his loved ones, so he's very wary of anger.

However, he doesn't have a female presence in his life like Luda Mae, who expresses her anger through passive aggression—so, he's more used to shouting and screaming. If you aren't prone to screaming and shouting, it might take a little bit for him to realize you're not just sad or upset, you're angry.

Bubba will be over you. He'd give anyone else their space because he'd be afraid of retaliation, but you're his special person, and he's pretty sure you're not going to hurt him. He'll touch your hair, your arms, your wrists; he'll babble as he tries to figure out what's wrong. He just wants to comfort you and let you know everything is all right.

If it's too much or you're overwhelmed and you snap at him, he'll ease back. He'll blubber like a kicked puppy, but he won't give up. He'll still try to comfort you, just in other ways, such as getting you a comfort item or article of clothing, or maybe some food. And boy will he helicopter.

There's no need to tell Bubba what's wrong. In fact, it might be better if you didn't; if it's something he can't fix, it would do nothing but majorly stress him out. If it was one of his family members who upset you, as with Tommy, he wouldn't be able to do much. Even if you were hurt, he's just not in a position to stand up for you. That fact would absolutely kill him, though. He'd end up getting even more upset than you.

He doesn't know what help to offer you beyond comfort, but like Tommy, if you requested something specific, he'd try to carry out your wishes. He'll also try to cheer you up with some music and dancing, or just being silly like you like.

Need to blow off steam? He's got plenty of coping mechanisms! Bubba's idea of a perfect de-stress session is turning up the radio and getting lost in crafts. He's got lots of supplies, mostly to create clothing and accessories, and you're special, so you can have your pick. A drive and the radio might be nice, too. If neither of those appeal to you, he'll try cooking or baking with you. He loves sharing the kitchen with someone.

If none of that works and you're still upset, be prepared, because he's gonna be an anxious mess until you're better.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is somewhat familiar with other people's anger. He certainly has a whole fountain of internalized anger brewing just beneath the surface, but that's different. He knows that when Mummy is angry, she yells and cries, and when Daddy is angry, he seethes and stews. The former would be obvious to him, but the latter would take him a few minutes to be quite sure about. You're not acting how you usually do. Are you being stern or are you angry? Are you cross with him?

He does not have a lot of empathy for other people, so if your anger gets in the way of his routine or the attention he wants, he'll be irked, cranky, sad. Not necessarily at you—though that is possible—but the situation in which you find yourselves.

Much like Bo, he's allowed to have big, messy feelings, but it makes him uncomfortable and scared when other people have those feelings. He might even hide from you for a while, especially if you screamed and cried.

Once he realizes something is really wrong and you're not mad at him, however, he'll start thinking of ways to cheer you up so things can go back to normal. He hates having his routine interrupted; he's very particular. And he cares for you, so seeing you in distress is very scary and uncomfortable for him.

He'll start by fetching you something you like—something manageable for him like your favorite juice or a sandwich, or if you have a special item or article of clothing, that. He's quite shy, though, and like I said, he'll probably be hiding, so he'll leave it somewhere he knows you'll find it (on the bed, outside your door, on your desk, etc.)

If that doesn't calm you down and your anger is really getting in the way of his routine, or otherwise making him uncomfortable, he'll finally make an appearance. Very bashful and timid at first, using his little boy voice. "What's wrong, Y/N? Did something bad happen?"

If it's something that can't be helped, he'll suggest you do something together to take your mind off it (most likely something he likes to do). He may even be coaxed into taking a walk around the grounds, though he doesn't like to leave the manor at all, so you'd have to convince him. He prefers quiet playtime, maybe some coloring books or loud music to vent your emotions. It would intrigue him to see someone else use his toys to calm down. As long as you recognized he was being very nice, sharing them.

If it was an argument you had with someone, he would want more information. Are they likely to leave you alone, or will they come to the manor? Will he have to deal with them? Because it's scary, but he'll do it for you.

If, for some reason, none of those things work, he may cry or throw a fit. Either way, he'll be frustrated. Adult Brahms may make an appearance and try to help you in more Adult ways.

Erik

Though he lives five cellars beneath an opera house now, Erik hasn't always been entirely reclusive. Even these days, when he can stomach it, he sometimes goes out to see the world. As a younger man, he observed people's lives and moods with a hungry fascination (that has now mostly been replaced by melancholy and longing and bitter anger). Like several of the other slashers here, he's had to train himself to sense fury to protect himself. He's also incredibly wrathful, so you could call him an expert!

He has a very keenly honed sense when it comes to you specifically, since he's watched you so much. He notices the change in your demeanor immediately.

If you know him as the "Angel of Music," his voice will appear to you once you're alone, asking you what's wrong and assuring you you can confide in him—he will insist you tell him, though. "There are to be no secrets between us, Y/N." He will listen without interjection as you vent your heart out, and when you're done, soothe you. Don't let his calming voice deceive you, though; behind that mirror, he's seething, planning to take matters into his own hands.

If you know him as Erik, he will go to you the second he recognizes the shift in your mood and take you from what you're doing, regardless of your wishes. He'll sit you down, kneeling before you with your hands in his, and gaze into your eyes, imploring you to tell him what's wrong. He'll absolutely allow you physical comfort, but he will also absolutely insist you tell. He'll need reassurance that you're not angry at him, because that thought would break his heart.

He will let you vent however you wish. You could have the most dramatic breakdown ever—throwing things, beating your fists on his chest, wailing—and he wouldn't judge you. He would be awfully concerned, though.

Will be 110% on your side. You are his poor little meow meow. "My poor love, my poor Y/N!" He is beside himself with sympathy for you and you only, and is very offended on your behalf.

He will always suggest music as an outlet for your anger, but he will have taken note of your other hobbies and interests as well. He'll fetch your things for you without being asked, as long as it won't separate him from you for very long. If you'd rather just have comfort, that's fine, too. He could hold your hand and caress your face for hours on end under normal circumstances, so no problem there. He may also suggest a little time on the surface, if you normally live in his home. Fresh air will do you both good, he reasons, and he enjoys spending time with you where others can witness it. It fills him with pride and love.

Otherwise, he's at your service for any other soothing activities you need. A calming bath, some sweets, shopping, anything. Perhaps avoid asking for any sexual contact, however. First of all, being asked directly makes him very skittish and nervous; second of all, his method of love-making (when you can coax him) is very intimate and tender, which may be tedious if you're in an angry mood.

Unless the situation is extremely serious or dire, his first priority is making sure you're soothed. Once that duty is fulfilled, however, he is absolutely angrier about it than you are. If it's not that serious, he won't skip straight to killing, if only because he knows it upsets you. He will definitely be writing an extremely strongly worded letter, however. If someone slighted you seriously, they're getting threatened. If someone hurt you physically, they're meeting the Punjab lasso.

Deacon Billings (OC Ghostface)

Deacon definitely knows when people are angry. His step-mom was a passive-aggressive laundry-folder and his dad was a storming out of the house kinda guy; when the two of them were together, they were all hushed but heated arguments at night when they thought he couldn't hear them, or else extremely embarrassing passive-aggressive arguments in public. Growing up, he found himself around a lot of angry people. And there's no shortage of anger in him, either.

So yeah, Deacon knows when people are pissed, and he knows when people are pissed at him. The thing is, he just thinks it's fucking hilarious. He was that kid that would goad peers and teachers just to be an asshole and had virtually no friends as a result. He's a menace on the internet, too: a horrible troll for no reason, stirring the pot even when he doesn't have a stake in the argument. He's trained himself to find people's weak spots so he can strike at them. He does it to make himself feel more in control of his life and his own anger.

So when you're ticked off, he's gonna notice the change immediately. If you made a vent post on social media, he probably knows you're angry before you even see him. He follows all your social media (even if you don't realize it) and checks it constantly. He'd call you out of curiosity to ask what happened. He's open about his stalking tendencies: "I saw your post, babe, who do I need to stab?"

If you otherwise come home angry, he'll be up on his feet, following you around the house and pestering you, trying to get you to tell him what's wrong. If you try to hug him, he won't push you away, but he'll be distracted, trying to needle answers out of you the whole time.

There's no question in his mind as to whether or not you're angry at him. He just assumes you're not; he has a pretty good handle on how you act when you're angry at him specifically.

He'll let you rant all day if you want. You could talk about the shit that's pissed you off for hours and he'd still listen. Outwardly, he might poke you a bit and play devil's advocate for the other side of the argument, if there is one. This is purely for the purposes of being a little shit.

Internally, he's already going down his pre-murder checklist. If it was someone at work, they're dead. Someone in the neighborhood, dead. Online? It'll take a couple days, but they're dead. Even if you're not angry at anyone in particular, just a situation, he'll find someone to menace. He'd walk through fire for your approval.

He's not good with soft, emotional comfort, so instead he'll try to think of something to help you let off steam. His go-to is something competitive, especially if it involves you chasing each other. A Nerf or water gun war, a PVP game with you on opposite sides. He'll put up a good fight, but you always kick his ass.

Once the immediate situation is addressed and you've ranted your heart out to him, he can't keep his hands off you. "Seeing you all pissed off drives me crazyyyyyy." He's grinning, brown eyes sparkling. "Come onnnnn ... I'll get it off your mind!"

Courtney Dwayne Delmont (OC)

Courtney is a hunter of all manner of game, so he's used to interpreting non-verbal cues and body language—when an animal is in distress, when an animal is about to attack, etc. His grandfather was a very angry man, as well, in a simmering sort of way. He would seethe about something before suddenly delivering one decisive strike. Courtney himself is not a particularly angry man, unless some prey is really giving him a hard time, but he can read your body.

If you come home angry, he'll stop in the middle of what he's doing and watch you, still and quiet, just confirming his suspicions. If you leave the room he's in to go collapse on the sofa or something, he'll follow you, looming over you and waiting for you to tell him what's wrong. He's patient.

If you want to vent, he'll sit and listen thoughtfully, doing something with his hands while you speak—probably cleaning his gun or some other weapon. He doesn't look at you. He wouldn't demand greater context to the situation but he would ask "Why?" and "Who?" until he understood Enough.

If you want comfort, he'll sprawl on the couch and let you lay on top of him. He'll probably pull a blanket on top of you to try and encourage a nap. If the nap doesn't make you feel better, he's feeding you protein. Do you like homemade jerky?

Sex is also on the table (not literally ... unless). He's found it's a great way to blow off steam, and he's more than happy to make all worries, troubles, and other thoughts go away for a little bit. Expect that to be the rest of your night, though, because he doesn't do quickies.

Generally, he trusts you to handle your own shit, so he would be more focused on you than whatever made you feel the way you do. However, if days passed and you were still angry/upset/sad, or if it plunged you into a breakdown or was an otherwise extremely serious situation ... just give him a target. It's up to you, but if you tell him to take the shot, it'll be quick and clean. If you're unable to make the decision, he'll decide for you without hesitation.

Kathleen Montgomery (OC)

I'm still developing her so this one won't be as in-depth and is subject to change.

Kath makes it her business to know everything about you. Chances are she's seen you explode screaming while stalking you ... chances are, if you've been in a relationship for a while, she's made you explode screaming. She knows what you look like when you're angry. Besides, she's strong for her size, but she often has to take down people who are much bigger and stronger than her; she uses manipulation and trickery to help ease that divide, so she's good at reading people.

Like Deacon, she also monitors all your social media, so if you made a vent post, she already knows you're in a shitty mood before you come home. Unlike Deacon, she doesn't tell you how she knows, so you're left to assume she's just all knowing. Considering her god complex, that works for her.

She'd probably text you to come home, and she expects you to answer. If you're unable to come home, she'll call you to ask what's wrong.

Once you're together, she wants to know everything about the situation. Even as you're speaking, she's already on her phone or laptop, looking up the people involved. Instead of getting mad on your behalf, she laughs. She's a fan of emphasizing how pathetic or weak the opposition is.

She takes your feelings on the subject seriously, but everyone else in the situation? Insects. Not even worthy of your time or concern, let alone hers. You're obviously in the right here (even if you're not). She'll tell you as much, and say some pretty intense, over-the-line things about whomever/whatever you're angry at.

Overall, however, she's calm and collected about the situation. Your bout of anger is a chance to get you to be reckless with her. She'll do your hair and makeup and dress you up nice, then take you out. Fast driving, drinking, baiting people at bars, menacing neighborhoods ... maybe a little killing, if you'd like.

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Masterlist

[the-slasher-files]

Slashers react - Your suicidal tendencies

INCLUDES JASON, MICHAEL, BILLY and STU

Please if you need help there are options. Slowly you can make it. Even if it is one night at a time or one minute at a time, you can do it. I am living breathing proof someone can do it, I have attempted several times in my life, but I am still here and if you are reading this you are here too! I am proud of you! keep going!

JASON VOORHEES

ooooh boy this man is HURT and heartbroken 

He would think it was him that caused your pain or hurt and it might take a bit to fully grasp the concept that it isn’t him

As a child he was starting to feel the same as you but Jason never got old enough to figure out what those feelings were or what they meant

Every night he will hold you tighter than the last to try and show you every thing is going to be alright and that you’re safe

Jason can’t talk so everything he gives will be physical, its the only way he knows how to make you feel better 

If he is out for the night and he comes home to find you self-harming or attempting Jason would be frozen for a minute, not knowing what to do, he would scoop you up and hold you for the rest of night, rocking you back and forth, poking and prodding to see if there is anymore injuries' to your body. 

Jason would clean you of any blood and bandage you up, the marks you left behind are going to be stabbing reminders of the time he wasn’t there for you 

He will never ever leave you again, (at least for the next few weeks) he is going to be a little annoying now tbh but it is the only way he knows how to make sure you’re ok

Jason is going to hide absolutely anything that looks remotely dangerous, his machete, any razors, rope, ect  

His best medicine he knows is hugs, kisses and walks along the shore of the lake  

MICHAEL MYERS

He knows immediately if something is up, the man has devoted his life to watch you and observe you, he knows your every emotion and every tell

Michael will be closer to you, almost clingy in a way before you even have your suicidal thoughts, he is like a dog that can sense it

For a sadist slasher he is honestly really good when it comes to mental health and he somehow knows just what do for you 

You are the one thing in his life that matters to him so when you feel pain he will too, he will just never show it

He knows from living in and out of hospitals his whole life that sometimes a person needs their space, alone with their thoughts for a while, but he will never leave you fully. Michael will always be watching from the shadows

On the night you thought he was killing you tried to commit but he never left, he was watching from a far, saving you from ending your life

Michael will hold you until the morning, being gentle wiping away your tears and resting his head on yours

The stoic stone faced man can sort of turn into a gentle care taker, just not for long periods  

He will be easy with you for the next little while after, just being there for you, even just sitting with you or holding you as you cry and sob 

Part of him wants to “give you something to really cry over” but he never acts on it  

BILLY & STU   

They would be lying if they said they haven’t had those thoughts too, probably when they were a bit younger

They have very different roles with you but they are both equally there for you in a heartbeat

Stu has more of a talking approach and wants to always be very gentle with you, then makes stupid jokes to distract you

Billy is the more silent watchful one, observing you, your every emotion and looking for your tell. He will not make you do anything you don’t want to, you don’t have to talk or explain he will just hold you

Here comes the praise and complements every moment of every single day 

The protection around you becomes heightened, they will remove anything that might be a trigger for you, even if that means hiding your phone for a few hours

They actually might go get you some help like therapy, they’re fucked up but they don’t want you to ever be

If they catch you self harming or attempting, Stu will most likely panic and just keep talking to himself as he is “trying” to help you but Billy will make him go get some water or towels, Billy is going to be the one to sit with you and calm you down   

[casualwriters]

Slasher | Taking you home after you got drunk

Jason Vorhees ~

Jason had trusted you and when you asked him that you were gonna check out the party that your Friends were having not that far from we're camp Crystal lake was. He was not prepared to see his partner coming through the door slumping forward and hardly keeping their feet on the ground, this was never a regular thing Jason knew that about you he loved and cared about you but Jason also knew that sometimes you just wanted to let loose. He walked over getting off the bed he was sitting that was in the middle of the cabin to see you giggling on the floor, Jason said nothing keeping mute but he felt bad for his lover. "Hey, baby!" You fell to the corner almost hitting your head on one of the objects, Jason walked over shaking his head he picked you up like you both got married, sitting up in his arms not stopping giggling reaching to touch his mask and petting it. Jason had set you on the bed and turned around to the kitchen and grabbed a cup of water walking over he lifted his mask and kissed your cheek pulling over the blanket you were shutting down turning around curling in a ball already passed out from the party.

Patrick Bateman~

Patrick had held you his arm wrapped around your shoulder keeping you balanced, the night was long exhausting for both of you. There was a small party for Patrick company, you and him both did not what to go, Patrick had to drag you with him which you didn't mind but you drank a little too much because your nerves were out of control, Patrick was annoyed wishing you didn't embarrass him at the same time he loves his partner which is why Patrick is now helping you to your share bed. "Just don't vomit okay love" he was half-joking and half real about it snickering at him "no baby I won't" tripping over your own feet as he grabbed your hands kissing the front of them "lay down let me get you undressed" he hummed Patrick was a scary man he was a murder and you knew that but when you guys were both alone he was someone completely different. Patrick walked over to his side of the room opening the drawer he grabbed one of his white buttons up he did not have a lot of casual clothes because he sleeps in his boxers he met you again seeing you holding the pillow barely keeping your eyes open, he sighed the only thing he was happy about was no mud in the house lifting your arms taking the material off your body "don't slack over " he pinches his nose trying to stop a small smile from his face. "Hot mess y/n" looking up " got the hot right" you mumbled to after he got you undressed you curled into the blankets and pillow that when Patrick slipped in the bed already undressed

"Sleep well love."

Billy loomis~

When Stu and Billy had begged you to a frat party they had crashed, you never knew you he downing a large bottle of Raspberry Vodka that was not on your agenda, and so wasn't laying on Billy's lap in the bathroom with vomit on your clothes. Billy frowned down at you seeing your eyes falling back in bliss Billy puffed out the smoke that he had take the drag looking at the pieces of chunk of vomit he softly grabbed the piece off hair grabbing and throwing it away around the bathroom. Billy wasn't normally so caring but somehow you made him weak grunting has you move your hands covering your eyes.

"Worst night ever" Billy had strengthen himself out hearing Stu speeding through the party people he came back with a shirt and wet towel, "here boss man at your service." He said leaning his body on the door frame " you okay Y/n?" Stu asked making Billy grab the while cloth dragging it on his face making sure all of it was whipped away. " I feel like fucking ray of sunshine," you said smirking at him the music downstairs was causing the migraine you had more worst, Billy tapped your shoulder "wanna change?" He asked looking at the shirt he then turned toward Stu " where did you find this smells like shit" he blurted out Stu responded "from a teen boy who was shirtless and drunk, didn't look like he needed it" Billy shrugs he wasn't wrong.

Hearing y/n Move from laying on Billy than to leaning over the toilet vomiting out drinks and the vodka you had drank,

"I think we should go home," y/n said than turned away from the boys vomiting a second time.

[slashersins-abandoned]

nsfw alphabet : vincent sinclair

A = Aftercare ( what they’re like after sex )

vincent will hold you while you both come down from your pleasured high . only letting you go once both of you have been able to calm down and even your breathing . he wants you to be aware , even if exhausted as he takes care of you . aftercare for vincent can last anywhere from minutes to over an hour . it depends on all that happened during your sensual exchange . his desire to touch you has him cleaning you , from damn near head to toe , with a warm wet rag . he’ll wipe away all the sweat with such deft fingers that it might just rile you up again . expect gentle kisses over any bruises left by his hands , or his mouth . if he happened to cum inside you , then he will use those long fingers of his to clean you out , crooking his fingers to drag it out , making sure that his fingers come out clean before he finishes the thorough torture . once clean your clean , he’ll tuck you into bed , taking care of himself quickly before moving back into the bed with you and pulling you close for lazy touches and kisses until sleep takes you both . on the other hand , aftercare can be as simple as cuddling and coddling you as you both come down before leading or carrying you into the shower and doing a quick rinse off . fast and easy so you can start your morning or go about your day .

B = Body part ( their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s )

vincent is proud of his hands . large palms with long slender fingers , trimmed and filed nails . paraffin wax has made it so there are little to no callouses on his hands , they are soft to the touch and surprisingly warm . he also sees his hands as useful tools . able to create art , whether it be painting , drawing , sculpting wax figures . he can do beautiful things with his hands . but they are also tools of destruction , ending lives with ease , strong and deadly and powerful .

vincent finds himself drawn to your lips , your eyes , your thighs . the first being how plush and soft they look . the look of them parted as you look up at him wanting a kiss . the way they glisten when your tongue darts out to wet them . how you push your bottom lip out when you pout . it’s hard for him to fight the desire to drag his thumb over those lips of yours only to see them go back into place before he leans in and tastes you for himself .

your eyes … so expressive . so easy to read . the emotion you hold in them , the want and need , even sadness and anger look beautiful when they dance in your eyes . he finds himself staring into them intently , seeing how your pupils dilate . there are many sketches of your face , of your eyes and those long lashes in his sketch book .

and your thighs .soft and supple . so delicate and perfect in his hands . soft and mailable . he wants to touch over him , to feel his body between them , to have his face buried and feel you squeeze down on him . you’ll find most of the unintentional bruises vincent leaves on your skin are on your thighs , inside or outside , it doesn’t matter . they are vincent’s most desired part of you .

C = Cum ( anything to do with cum, basically )

his cum is thin ( between stu and billy ) , and he cums a surprising amount ( between jason and brahms ) . while it’s easy to swallow , it is a bit bitter . he prefers to cum inside of you , mostly because he will be able to clean you up with his fingers , and seeing you drip satisfies a quiet possessiveness that he rarely shows . the only other place he enjoys cumming in is your mouth . though he isn’t fond of shoving down and choking you on his cock to cum down your throat . he’ll purposely pull back so only his tip is in your mouth , filling it and wanting to see it cupped by your tongue . he has no issue if you spit or swallow , so long as he can see it in your mouth for just a moment .

D = Dirty secret ( pretty self explanatory , a dirty secret of theirs )

vincent is a panty thief . though he often returns them , after they’ve been washed . he is very careful when he takes them and uses them . preferring to feel the fabric against his cock as he thinks of you . if he knows he has a project he’s about to dive into , or there’s a crop of new future wax figures in town , he will take what he needs to make it through those long nights alone . he prefers to steal the lace and silk , used or freshly laundered it doesn’t matter . he may be a panty thief , but he is not a panty sniffer .

E = Experience ( how experienced are they ? do they know what they’re doing ? )

vincent has actually had a few sexual encounters . no more than three . one was a drunken experience that started and ended in a bathroom stall at a bar that bo had brought him to . another was curiously as a teen with someone he can’t remember the name of from school . the other a more intense affair with a prostitute in new orleans , it’d been a strange night as all three of the brothers had … shared said person , not at the same time or in the same room , but over the course of one evening during mardi gras .

vincent has enough experiences to understand the in and outs . thought he discovered most of his own personal preferences on his own and with his own hand and imagination .

F = Favorite position ( this goes without saying )

as vanilla as it sounds , he prefers missionary . anything that gives him a clear view of your face and body as you writhe under him . he enjoys the sight of you , studying you with an intense want . though it’s not the only position he enjoys . having you in his lap is another favorite . the way you bounce up and down , leaning your head on his shoulder as you roll your hips and grow so weak and needy that you have to beg him to take hold of your hips and move you .

G = Goofy  ( are they more serious in the moment ? are they humorous ? etc . )

vincent knows that sex can be silly and fun and cute and lighthearted . so he takes each lovemaking session with a grain of salt . while he wants it to be intimate and close and passionate , serious and intense . he will also smile softly if you make a loud strange noise , quirking a brow for a moment before soothing you with kisses , luring you back into the passionate mindset he craves . sex with vincent is likely to lean towards serious more often than not . only leaning towards light heartedness if you are both just smoked and are enjoying a shared high .

H = Hair ( how well groomed are they ? does the carpet match the drapes ? etc . )

unlike the silken , long , black locks on his head , his happy trail and pubic hair is coarse and kept trim and neat . he finds if he trims them too short they feel scratchy and rough , so he keeps them a bit longer than some might , just so that there is a nice softness and not just blunt coarse pubic stubble . scratch against his happy trail or pubes and you’ll find yourself with a suddenly passionate vincent ready to lay you down and have you every way he pleases .

I = Intimacy ( how are they during the moment ? the romantic aspect )

intense gazes , roaming hands , shared glances . the act is always intimate . without that intimacy he’d feel detached and dejected . he doesn’t want you to feel that way with him  , and he certainly doesn’t want it either . if you leave vincent’s embrace not feeling as if you are wanted and desired and loved and needed , then vincent did a terrible job and will do everything in his power to rectify it . he wants you to know how much he craves you , and he’s very good at doing so .

J = Jack off ( masturbation headcanon )

jacking off is a quick fix for him . it brings temporary relaxation , a destressor when he is busy . before you , his hand was all he had , and he did it more so as a chore than anything . something he needed to do to force himself to relax . however after you arrived in ambrose it became a need . his want for you so powerful that he thought of a million different scenarios in which you found your way to his bed , or him to yours . after you became his lover however , it went back to being something he had to do because he was too wrapped up in his work to find you , or perhaps you were asleep and he didn’t wish to wake you just to satisfy his needs and leave . however he does jerk off less often , finding that allowing himself to get pent up during a project leads to a passionate and long session when he leaves his domain under the houze of wax .

K = Kink ( one or more of their kinks )

he is a voyeur . watching you intently as you undress , shower , or pleasure yourself . while he might have watched you through a cracked open door in secret before you two became official , now that you are lovers , he will at times simply sit and watch you pleasure yourself . his keen eye keeping track of every movement , ever stroke of your fingers , every twitch of your hips . it’s even common for him to have a sketchbook in hand , doing quick drawings of you to later turn into paintings .

vincent is also an exhibitionist . the thrill and power that comes with sex in semi public places is exciting . the way you both have to be hushed and hurried partly clothed as you desperately grasp at each other . it’s the fear of getting caught , and the fact that getting caught would cement in anyone’s mind exactly who you belonged to that has vincent , on rare occasion , taking you against the walls of the house of wax , in the open fields that surround ambrose , or even right outside of bo’s shop while he works . it’s a power trip that you won’t know he enjoys until you have him pressing you against lester’s truck while he’s out walking jonesy .

L = Location ( favorite places to do the do )

his bedroom . it’s a place for just the two of you . undisturbed by his brothers or the outside world . he’s taken you on the bed , in the comfy chair , against his desk . the dresser . he’s had you so many ways in his room , it’s the perfect place to feel you pressed against him .

he does also like having a roll with you on a blanket in the fields of ambrose . in nature . seeing your hair wild against the grass and small flowers , the smell of earth and how the sun or stars and moon illuminate you , it’s beautiful .

M = Motivation ( what turns them on, gets them going )

sometimes it’s just as simple as you turning to face him , half dressed and getting ready for bed , smiling and welcoming him home that has him itching to strip and make love . other times it’s the way you look at him , how your gaze up so shyly , a flush on your cheeks . it can be from you passing next to him , the scent of your shampoo triggering something in him that makes him want to take you . vincent may not seem like it , but he is very easily swayed into your arms .

N = No ( something they wouldn’t do , turn offs )

there is no impact play . no degradation from either end . no choking . these are turn offs . and as kind and even tempered as vincent can be , doing any of these things will have him removing himself from you and the situation entirely .

O = Oral ( preference in giving or receiving , skill , etc . )

he enjoys giving as much as he enjoys receiving , how ever he is more inclined to give as he enjoys the feeling of your thighs on either side of his head . you are , however , his first experience in giving oral . so he will start out cautious and slow , learning what makes you tremble and shake and moan and using that to his advantage . he is a quick learner . he doesn’t however spend time edging or teasing . when his mouth is on you he is going to work you to completion , not denying you as you cry out for him .

when it comes to receiving he is very open to it . like stated before , he enjoys it just as much as he enjoys giving . don’t expect him to fuck your mouth like a while animal . he will be slow and methodical , wanting the sensation to last . he’s more likely to want you to edge him , to rile him up for a bit . deny him his pleasure once or twice , and he will he in heaven when he finally cums . thought he will pull out till only the tip rests in your mouth while he does cum , seeing your mouth full of him makes him intensely satisfied .

P = Pace ( are they fast and rough ? slow and sensual ? etc . )

vincent can do both. more often than not he will go the slow and sensual route . he likes taking his time , working you both up , building the pleasure until it’s too much to bare . foreplay , during , and aftercare are all kept at the same pace .

the only times he will get fast and rough is when the two of you are clinging to each other in public . against the side of bo’s shop , against lester’s truck , in any room of the house of wax . if you two are anywhere you may get caught , vincent lets himself go and takes you in a assertive and dominant way that leaves you quaking .

Q = Quickie ( their opinions on quickies , how often , etc . )

he prefers actual sex instead of quickies , however if stress becomes too much , and there’s too much on his plate and he can only spare a few precious moments , he will take what he can get . he will leave you with a passionate kiss that tells you he will make it up to you at a later time . and you find yourself enjoying the intensity he shows you when he finds that time to make your little sessions last .

R = Risk ( are they game to experiment ? do they take risks ? etc . )

vincent will do nothing and try nothing that will cause you or himself pain . i would say he is not likely to experiment unless he has a good understanding of what it is that you want to try . and so long as it follows the rules he has in place for the bedroom .

S = Stamina ( how many rounds can they go for ? how long do they last ? )

he can last for two rounds before needing a break of fifteen to twenty minutes . however he will be more than happy to satisfy you with his fingers or mouth until his cock twitches back to life if you desire more than just two rounds during a session .

T = Toys ( do they own toys ? do they use them ? on a partner or themselves ? )

he does own some . he has a few fleshlights that he stopped using once his relationship with you started . before he had you they satisfied him more than just his hand . but after having you , they cannot compare . he also owns a few vibes that he enjoys using on himself and on you .

U = Unfair ( how much they like to tease )

he tries not to tease you much . in truth he much rather be teased than do the teasing . the most teasing he will do will involved making you ask for a kiss , or force you to lean up and steal on for yourself .

V = Volume ( how loud they are, what sounds they make , etc . )

raspy breathes , low moans , heavy panting , grunting . that’s what you get . he doesn’t get too loud , rather quiet in the act . but don’t ever feel as if you aren’t giving him pleasure . you are , he will show it to you in more physical ways than verbal .

W = Wild card ( a random headcanon for the character )

while vincent will agree to it , he is not a fan of being begged or bottoming . he finds it’s harder for him to cum when penetrated . but if it’s something that brings you pleasure he will allow you to do so , you’ll just have to work his cock with your hand , possibly having to pull out completely before he can finally cum .

X = X-ray ( let’s see what’s going on under those clothes )

while he is somewhat broad , he is also lithe . very toned . you aren’t going to find bulging muscles under his clothes . but you can still see the strength in his shoulder and back and arms . his chest toned but not defined . he has a flat stomach , tapered hips and strong legs and calves . follow the happy trail that down , eyeing the v of his hips and you’ll be greeted with a pretty flushed cock . he’s cut , head swollen and rosy , a darker shade than his shaft . he has a few thick veins around his base that curve around his cock . his cock hangs between his legs , even when hard , with a slight curve up . he’s long , 7″ in length and has a good girth . nothing that needs too much prep . he’s a nice snug fit .

Y = Yearning ( how high is their sex drive ? )

before he had a face and name to his want and lust , he didn’t yearn much . he craved , but he didn’t yearn . like stated earlier , his sex drive was low to average , only using his hand or fleshlights to get himself off in order to have a moment of relaxation or to just satisfy an urge like scratching an itch .

after you , he has seen a dramatic shift . while he can push it to the back of his mind while working , he yearns deeply for you . so much so that on the days he doesn’t go into his workspace , he will likely have you two to three times throughout the day . and each time is a session that can last between one to three rounds , depending .

Z = Zzz ( how quickly they fall asleep afterwards )

you will more than likely always fall asleep before vincent does . he’s observant . he likes to watch . he enjoys watching you fall to sleep . and he tends to want to keep watch over you , savoring the closeness of having you pressed against him . so trusting and all his .

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 13 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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The funfair is everything you thought it would be, and even more. The colorful lights, the music, the games, the kids running around. It's inebriating, beautiful, mesmerizing... You only wish you could forget what you saw on the road... What you saw a while ago and what James told you he saw. Four beasts so far, if you assume those were all different animals. It probably means there are more, right? Nobody was attacked yet, or else you'd know. News travel fast through Hawkins. But even so, the cops need to know, and whatever it is, it has to be controlled. But what you really need is to know what that is. You think you'll feel better once you know the species, so you can do some research and have some peace of mind.

“(Y/N)? Are you there?” Monica shakes your shoulder lightly, dragging you out of your thoughts. “You look a little pale. Are you feeling alright?”

“Yup. I was just thinking.” You all give a few steps forward when the line for the ferris wheel move.

“I know who you were thinking about,” Christopher says, his arm around Monica's shoulders. “He's coming, by the way.” He tilts his head towards something behind you, and you immediately turn on your heels, and the familiar burning on your stomach hits.

You can't help but smile to see him, walking among the sea of people, eyes fixed on you. It's ok to look now, right? You're dating, you're living together. And Billy looks so... Gorgeous. Hot. Awesome. He's wearing his black leather jacket and a dark blue shirt underneath, which is unbuttoned.

“Hey, princess.” His smile makes your legs weak as he pulls you into a kiss.

“Hey, handsome,” you mutter when you pull away, a hand on the exposed part of his chest. “Haven't you ever heard of buttons, Hargrove?”

“Yeah, but I don't think they're necessary.” He winks and you bite your lip.

“I think I agree,” you whisper before finally turning back to your friends. And, of course, they're all staring with wide eyes. Monica is the only one who knows you're dating. “So, guys... Billy and I.” You mutter, blushing lightly and moving again. You're next in line.

“I knew it!” Jason exclaims, high-fiving Monica. “I knew it, from the beginning.”

“I didn't. I mean... Billy is... Or was...” Christopher struggles with the words, gesturing at Billy and you. “Well it doesn't matter, does it? Congratulations.”

“Careful, Chris. Remember what happened to David last time.” Monica warns him, a smirk on her face.

“Next.” The old man calls and you move.

“Couples first,” Monica says, pulling you and Billy ahead of the others. The car only fits two, so you and Billy go alone.

As you move up, you look down, taking in the amazing view the ferris wheel provides. Billy has an arm around your shoulders, and you lay your head on his shoulder.

“You're quiet. What happened? You sounded very excited about the fair.” Billy asks, placing a kiss on your hair.

You don't want to tell him why you're restless, not today. “I was. I am.” You stutter a little, clearing your throat.

“Are you afraid of heights?”

“No.” You breathe out, cursing yourself for worrying him. “I'm happy, I truly am and this is... This is beautiful and being here with you just makes everything better.” Looking up, you pull him into a kiss, taking in his amazing scent, from the cologne you love so much. “I'm alright, trust me,” you reassure him when we break the kiss.

“(Y/N), you were very, very loud earlier. You literally threw water on me. You can't possibly think I wouldn't notice you acting weird.” Billy keeps his index finger on your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes.

You really wish he could let it go because you don't want to ruin the night, but don't want to lie either. “I just saw something in the woods, but I'm sure it's nothing.” You try hard to keep the fear away from your voice, to keep it casual.

“Was it the same thing you saw the other time?” He asks, the expression on his face changing. It seems that you don't need to ask Billy to believe on what you saw. He does. You have no idea why or how, but it looks like he does. “The same thing James said he saw?”

“Yeah... Two of them. Running, keeping up with the car.” Your voice cracks by the end, as the image comes back to your mind. It's almost surreal that you're so scared of what's probably just some kind of animal. “It's stupid. I'm a big city girl, I'm not used to living this close to the woods.”

“It's not stupid.” He assures you, pecking your lips. “We'll check it out tomorrow, ok?”

“We should tell the police. What if it starts attacking people in the daylight?”

“It won't,” Billy states, not a single hint of doubt in his voice.

“What do you mean it won't? Do you know what it is? Is it nocturnal?” The words come out fast. If he knows what it is, why didn't he tell you on the first time? Billy looks away, taking a deep breath. “Billy?”

“I'll need you to trust me in this, (Y/N).” His voice is different, urgent, deep. Of course you trust him, how could you not?

“I do,” you say in a low voice. “You know I do. Is something going on that I don't know about?” As you speak, your time is over and you're back on the ground. Billy takes your hand and start walking away from the ferris wheel.

“I promise I'll tell you everything. But not here, and not today.” You both stop, and Billy cups your face. “For now, let's us just... Enjoy the moment. How does that sound?”

Taking a deep breath, you nod. It was the plan from the beginning, so you might as well stick to it. “Alright.”

“Come, I'll introduce you to my friends.”

Billy guides you through the fair, holding your hand. His friends are on the Northside, where parking is exclusive for the employees. But you don't think they care. You only know Tommy and Carol, the other two guys and the girl you only know from afar. When they recognize Billy, Tommy raises his hand and waves.

“You'll hate them.” Billy warns.

“Let me be the judge of that,” you whisper as you approach the guys.

“What's up, Billy,” Tommy says, smiling. “...And who's that?”

Of cours they're staring at you. Why would you even hope otherwise? You're not only the new girl, but now you're also the one who actually got Billy Hargrove. People won't just look. They'll stare. “This is (Y/N), my girlfriend,” Billy says and you wave at them. “(Y/N), these are Tommy, Carol, Ryan, Buck, and Emily.”

“Hi. It's nice to meet you, guys.” You simply say, involuntary moving closer to Billy when you notice Ryan's eyes lingering on you.

“Girlfriend? Are you kidding me?” Carol asks, giggling. “I knew you two were hanging out but dating? I must admit I didn't see that coming.”

“Why didn't you introduce her to us earlier, Billy?” Ryan mutters, taking a sip from his can. “Is she too... Pure to hang out with us?”

“Actually, yes,”

“And have you started corrupting her already?" Ryan flashes a smile, and it makes you feel uncomfortable. You can see when his eyes move through your body, up and down, his smile only widening. “Why don't you give me your number, sweetie? I can call when Billy boy here is done with you.”

“Don't you–”

“Do you happen to have Billy's number?” You ask, raising your voice and placing a hand on Billy's chest to stop him from moving. Ryan raises an eyebrow and nods, a big interrogation on his face. “Good. Then you already have my number.”

He bursts into a laugh, furrowing his eyebrows. “Nice one. You could just say no, though.”

“It's not a joke.” Smiling, you feel Billy's arms encircling your waist.

“Wait. Are you two living together or something?” Emily gestures at you and then at Billy, and you feel when he nods. “Shit, it's true then. You're pregnant.” She stands up straight, wide eyes.

“I knew it.” Tommy states.

“That again.” Rolling your eyes, you shake your head lightly. “I'm not pregnant. We're just–”

“Living together,” Billy states, his voice making it clear there will be no further explanation.

Everyone, basically at the same time, gasps, giggles, and Ryan spits out his drink. “Holy shit, Billy. Can't believe you're keeping this one. But this whole innocent act she has going on is very alluring, I must admit.”

“Want me to beat him up a little?” Billy whispers in your ear, and you can hear the anger building up. And you didn't like what Ryan said anyway.

“I did say I wouldn't stop you on the next time so be my guest,” you whisper back, shrugging your shoulders. Who are you to intervene if Billy wants to use his friend as a punching bag?

You give a step back when Billy moves, straight towards Ryan who has the decency of raising both his hands in defeat. “C'mon, Billy. You wouldn't hurt me because of one of your cows, would you? She's just–” Ryan is cut short by a hard punch on his stomach, which makes him bend over and forces the air out of his lungs.

“I would just–” Billy pulls him up again by the collar of his shirt, his fist then connecting to his jaw. “–warn you but–” A kick this time, on the ribs. “–you just can't keep your damn mouth shut, can you?” Billy pushes him violently, and Ryan stumbles down, blood all over his nose and mouth. “I believe my point is made.” He turns to look at the others and you do the same, just now noticing your eyes were fixed on the fight. If you can even call this a fight.

“No screwing with your girl,” Tommy states, exchanging a wide-eyed glance with Carol. “Got it.”

“Let's go, (Y/N).” Billy fixes his jacket and takes your hand. “Want some cotton candy?”

He is acting as if he didn't just leave a bleeding Ryan lying on the ground. “Yeah,” you mumble, raising an eyebrow at his smirk. Billy starts walking, not bothering to wave goodbye at his friends. “Just because I didn't like them it doesn't mean you can't hang out with them. I want to make this very clear.” You have to say it. In a relationship, a person shouldn't try to control who the other hangs out with.

“You're an angel, you know that? The other girls had me for one night and already wanted to control what I–” He stops talking suddenly, shaking his head slightly.

“What? You can say it, I made peace with whatever you did before.” As you speak, you start pulling him on a different direction. This parking lot is outside of the fair, so you're near the back of the attractions. A place gets your attention. It's a bit dark, but there's this blue and purple light, enough to illuminate it just a little bit.

“I know, but I shouldn't compare you to–. Where are you going?”

Not bothering to answer, you just start pulling him harder. “There.”

“I might like where this is going.”

“Jerk,” you mumble, smiling to find that whatever attraction this is, the back is shaped like an L, which gives you a perfect corner to hide. So you move to the very back of it. “Thank you again,” you say, turning around and walking backwards until your back hits the metal wall.

“For what?”

“For defending my honor. It's the second time and now I can thank you better than I did on the first time.” Of course, he already has that smirk on his face. The one you used to hate, that you used to be scared of because it made you feel... Weird. “I–”

The words get caught in your throat when Billy picks you up suddenly, both his hands grabbing your legs and placing them around his waist. You immediately wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself, giggling. “For the height issue.”

“The height is not an issue,” you tell him, the blue and purple lights illuminating his face enough for you to take in his features. They're already memorized, burned in your brain, but you still like to look. “It's good to be on the same level though.”

“Mhm.” He mumbles and you close your eyes when you feel his lips brushing on yours.

You're used to the burning sensation, the sweet butterflies on your stomach as the anticipation kicks in.

On the moment his lips connect with yours, the amazing, breathtaking sensation is clouded by a groan. A... Growl. Billy pulls away immediately, letting you down. “What was that?” you ask, suddenly aware of the woods across the parking lot.

“Stay here, I–” Another snarl, low and guttural, and then you see it.

The thing comes from behind a large truck, some feet away. You're frozen at the sight. Now you can see it, clearly. And it's not an animal.

It has no fur, just blue, wet skin... And no face. You were right. James was right...

“(Y/N),” Billy calls, but you don't move. “(Y/N), c'mon.”

The thing moves slowly, and you have no idea how, but it knows you're here. It's looking straight at you and Billy, despite having no eyes. You're trying to make your body move, to send any signals to your legs, but it's useless.

Its face starts moving, all of it. You feel Billy grabbing your hand, a distant, numb feeling. Then, the animal's head opens up, and an unnatural growl emerges from its throat at the same moment you're pulled. You don't know how but your legs start working, and you're suddenly running, as fast as you can, back inside the fair. But you feel hunted, pursued. You're among the people again, but Billy keeps running, you don't know where. You can't think. Maybe you're going crazy, but you're pretty sure Billy saw it too. He wouldn't be running if he didn't, right?

“(Y/N),” Billy cups your face, and only then you notice you stopped. The sea of people move around you, but you can't really see it. “Listen. I need you to help me find Maxine. Or any of her friends. Ok?”

You simply nod, taking a deep breath and trying to get yourself back together. “Maxine,” you repeat, clenching your fists. “Or the boys. Alright. But n-no separating to look.” You burst out the last part, holding the collar of his jacket.

“No, we'll stay together. I just need you to–”

“Billy!” A low yell almost lost among the noises reaches you. You both turn your heads at the same time to find Max running, pushing people out of her way. She's with the boys, and someone older. “We gotta go. Now.” She says once she's close.

“We–”

“The Demodogs are back.” Dustin cuts Billy off, his voice getting all funny again. But you don't laugh this time. You're too scared to laugh.

“(Y/N)? Are you ok?” Max asks, and you don't know what to say.

You're feeling sick. There are too many people here, and that thing is out there... What if it starts attacking? There are kids here, toddlers... You feel your body failing, and a strong arm encircles your waist.

“My place. Everyone. Now.” Billy commands as you struggle to stand up, hiding your face on his chest.

Is there any possibility you're having a nightmare?

Because these... These things don't just happen. It doesn't exist, not in real life. It belongs only to sci-fi or horror movies.

Billy has a hand on your knee as you ride shotgun in his car, not listening to whatever Max, Lucas, and Dustin are talking about on the backseat. You're waiting to wake up, you think. Trying to shake the image of that thing's head opening up like it's been sliced apart. You feel how your hands are shaking when you touch your face, trying hard no cry out of desperation.

“Hey,” Billy says in a low voice. “Remember when I told you to trust me?”

Nodding, you dry off the stubborn tears before looking at him. “We'll fix this. I promise you.”

“How? How do we–”

“We'll tell you everything,” Lucas says, cutting in. “I mean, she saw it. She has to know, right?”

“Right. But your brain may explode, so be prepared.” Max touches your shoulder, but you can't understand why they seem so... Calm about this. They're worried, but not deadly, ultimately scared. How in the hell is that possible that you're the only one here on the verge of losing your damn mind?

“Let's get inside,” Billy says when we stop by his place. “And wait for the others.”

You can barely feel your body as you walk to the house. Billy remains by your side on the couch as the boys stay in the kitchen. The low chattering is unlistenable.

“How are you feeling, princess?”

“I don't know how to answer that. I just say a very weird dog cracking its head open.” Running a hand through your hair, you close your eyes shut. “It's about that lab, isn't it? This whole thing smells like some screwed up experiment that went wrong.”

“The truth is actually a lot worse than that.” As he speaks, the door opens and you jump back to your feet, breathing out relieved when you see it's just the rest of the guys. And three more people, about your age.

Everyone gathers around in the living room and you go back to your place beside Billy. It's creepy the way they all keep staring at you, exchanging glances.

“(Y/N), these are Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan. They're part of our party when it comes to... This.” Max starts, and the three of them nod and give you a little wave. “There are also Robin, Hopper, the chief of police and Joy, Will's mom, but they won't get here in time so... Let's just do this.”

Maxine takes the deepest breath, but when you think she'll start speaking, she doesn't.

“I swear to God I'll lose my freaking mind if one of you don't start explaining to me what the hell is going on here because I just saw some–some sick, zombie, dead dog with no face and the head just opened up like one of those carnivorous plants and I'm sure something is very, very wrong and–”

“Alright, I'll do it.” Eleven speaks up, stepping forward and gesturing for Billy to stand up. She takes his place, looking down at her hands before looking at you. “Ready for the strangest story you'll ever hear?”

×

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History Repeats (Part 14)

Prompt: Life’s hard, right? Well throw in a not so great job, a broken heart, and chasing a pipe dream in LA. But could someone come along to make all the bad shit disappear? Or is he just another heartbreak waiting around the bend?

Warnings: language, drug addiction, alcohol addiction, angst/heartbreak, adult themes (??)

Word Count: 2525

Note: Aesthetic made by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo because she’s absolutely amazing Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo . Brainstorming from @carryonmyswansong​

**Song Inspiration: I Almost Do by Taylor Swift; 3AM by Halsey; When The Party’s Over by Billie Eilish

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When you woke up, you felt like shit, and not because of the drugs and alcohol that only recently vacated your system. You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut. Did you really kick Hayden out? Were you honestly that far gone? 

Yeah, he broke your heart. He wasn’t the first asshole to do it, but he did stick around. Maybe that was because he had to though.

No, you knew better. He had enough money to stay at a hotel, but he stayed with you. He cared about you. It just hurt so bad to not have him any more. You hadn’t said you loved him, not yet, but you did, you loved him with everything you had and he just… broke everything. 

 Maybe you should go apologize.

Pulling yourself out of bed, you slipped on a comfortable shirt and yoga pants before you trodded out to the guest room, Hayden’s room. You knocked on the door before poking your head in. 

Only, there was nothing there. All of his things gone. His suitcases absent. No note, no letter, not even a post-it note. 

A choked sob escaped you. You knew you kicked him out, but you gave him until the next night. He was already gone?

So much for staying. So much for caring. 

No text, no call, no letter. It seemed as if he truly did want to be gone from you. 

Fine. If that’s the way he wanted it… Wish granted. 

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Months went by and you tried to forget him, tried to turn your pain into art.

Trey worked hard to get your EP ready. You had several tracks that you wanted to feature and he did enjoy your lyrics and tune. He was happy to work with you and the other members of your band to get the sound you wanted. 

By the time the singles were released, you were already becoming a hit. You hit all of the media platforms and your work exploded, sending you soaring to the charts. You weren’t quite topping them yet, but you were definitely being demanded on the radio and your Youtube and Spotify numbers were great, rising all the time. 

As time went on though, your addiction only grew. With Hayden out of your life, the glaring reminders that you lost all your old friends, and none of your old boyfriends seemed to ever love you, there was nothing to stop you from becoming nearly dependent on the drugs and alcohol. 

You’d never been like this in your life, but you’d never been at such an odd time in your life either. On every romantic and personal front, your life was a total flop, a zero sum. But your career, your dream job was finally taking off. The world was your oyster, you were rubbing shoulders with musical big wigs, meeting huge names and musicisinas. 

Between the complete amazement you were in from being discovered and having your heart broken for the last time, you were a mental mess. 

Hayden wasn’t just another guy. Jason was just another guy, just like every ex before him. 

But Hayden, he was different. When you and Jason split up, it wasn’t the man you mourned, but the death of yet another relationship. With Hayden, you missed him, not being together. You missed the light he brought to your life. You missed the way he supported you. You missed the way you two could joke about movies together. You missed how you could act completely goofy and silly and he joined in. 

You loved him, you were in love with him, and he pulled the rug out from under you.

That was why your habit of using coke was slowly getting worse. You managed to keep your job, for a while, keep the desires away. Then you started to get where you were barely sober for that too and just when your boss mentioned it, you decided it was time to leave anyway. You put in your two weeks and left gracefully.

As soon as you were no longer tied to the hotel, Trey put you in every lounge, venue, and club he could find. You were singing all of your songs on your EP. Every night you did a show, you got off the stage, got drunk or high, or both, and then you crashed. 

Same routine, every night. 

Anything to numb the pain of losing Hayden, of feeling like your life was in shambles. It wasn’t just losing Hayden, it was realizing you had no close friends, no one else to lean on. He’d become your best friend, your confidant, your lover. He was everything you ever wanted or needed, and he was gone. 

Neither of you had sent any messages to each other. It killed you, but you had to move forward, if that’s what you could call drowning your sorrows in a bottle or a baggie. 

Tonight, you just got done singing a set and you were hanging out with Darren, Veronica, Brad, and Tai. Unbeknownst to you, Hayden was actually about to make a stop by this bar. He had some contacts in your circle, a few people he knew in the music world that he asked to keep an eye on you, and if you got too out of control or needed help, they should let him know. He also watched your Instagram and Twitter, keeping an eye on your partying that way.

He’d gotten a few texts before about you, just an update on how you were, but tonight was a red alert from a guy that was somewhat in your circle. He watched you as you did a bump of coke, drink whatever was passed to you, and you were all over everyone in the bar. It was a sloppy mix of drunk-high. You held onto everyone, laughing, trying to crawl on the bar, making a complete ass of yourself. 

Typically your antics were cheered on because everyone in your scene was pretty wild, but even tonight some of them were worried about how you were acting. 

Hayden made his way downtown as soon as he got the text, looking for the bar. Finally, as he walked by, he saw you through the window. You were laughing, throwing your head back, hanging on other people, and trying to dance. 

You were a mess, and that was obvious. 

He pressed his lips into a thin line before going into the bar. He made his way over to you. He wanted to say he felt relief when he saw you, but he didn’t. He just felt worse. He wasn’t an idiot about your drug abuse, he also wasn’t stupid to see what had triggered it. He just thought it was stupid for you to get mixed up in this shit over him. He wasn’t worth it. 

He could see how it was affecting you. Dark circles painted your eyes, your clothes hung loosely on your body, you looked as if you were awake solely from the drugs. He hated how bad you looked.

“Hey,” he greeted loudly over the bar music and patrons. 

You looked over and saw him, your eyes going in and out of focus. “Oh my god, it’s you! Hey! Stay! Have a drink!” you encouraged as you fell all over him, putting your arms around him. In your current state, none of the pain that would’ve normally come from seeing him happened. 

“Hey, no, I’m good. This isn’t really my scene. Y/N, you seem really far gone, do you want me to take you home?” 

You pushed away from him, frowning. “What? No, why would I want that?” You reached in your purse and grabbed something, about to put it in your mouth. “I’m having a good time here, Hayden. You should try it,’ you urged giddily.

“Are you fucking crazy?” he demanded as he slapped the little white thing out of your hand. “Was that fucking E? On top of what you already have in your system?”

“The fuck is your problem?” you ordered, angry.

“My problem is you destroying your life and your body,” he informed.  “I’m taking you home,” he stated firmly. He started to turn you around and push you outside. Everyone started to look your way. 

“No, you aren’t!” you protested loudly, moving wildly, but he just persisted. He went around in front of you, grabbed your wrist, and tugged you outside and started walking you down the sidewalk until you got yourself free of his hold. “Jesus! What the fuck is your deal? Those are my friends. I’m having a good time!” 

“A good time?” he demanded, his voice reigned in anger. “You think this is a good time? You’re out of your fucking mind.” 

“Hey, Mr. Entertainment Business newsflash,a  party-girl image is great publicity. Trey encourages this so long as I’m fine to record.”

“Oh, I’m so glad to hear that your producer endorses you getting high and drunk, as long as you’re off the clock.” 

“You aren’t my handler, you’re not my parents, yo’re not my baby sitter, so just fuck off.”

He stared at you, clenching his jaw. “If you want to stay here and become like---If you want to stay here and party, that’s fine, but I’m done. I’m done with this. I’m done watching you ruin your life and throw so much potential away. I’m not gonna stick around to watch you drive your self into rock bottom when I’ve tried like hell to get you to wake the fuck up.”

“You didn’t stick around! Newsflash, asshole! You left! You left me high and dry.” 

“You kicked me out!” he reminded. “After I tried to approach you about your addiction. And I did stick around, you just didn’t know it.” 

“You didn’t approach me about it, you attacked me about it. Besides, what the hell do you mean you’re not going to stick around or watch me? You haven’t been around.” 

Letting out a sigh, he ran his hand down his face. “When I left, I may have asked some friends to keep an eye on you. I told them to update me if you were getting worse or better.”

“You were spying on me?” you asked, gasping.

“No, I just had people keeping an eye on you. If they were at the same party or something, they’d just let me know how you were doing.”

“Oh, nice to know you cared so much,” you retorted, rolling your eyes. You were getting more and more sober with the fresh air and the anger.  

“I do care. I think I’m the only one you know who does’ fucking care about you. I’m the only one not letting you just become an addict. I’m fighting for you.”

“Oh, is that what you were doing when you broke up with me? Fighting for me?”

He glared at you. He didn’t want to have this conversation. “Yes, I was. I was trying to make sure we were making the right choice.”

“Oh, spare me the bullshit!” you shouted, your head falling back. “I’m sick of this. I’m sick of the lies. Just be honest with me. You didn’t care about me, you didn’t love me, you wanted a rebound. You weren’t worried about the both of us. You’re just like everyone else. You wanted something to distract you from your ex leaving you and I was the perfect replacement. Then when you got bored, you cast me aside.” 

“You weren’t a replacement! You weren’t my rebound,” he yelled. 

“Then what was it?!” you screamed. “Because from where I stood, you and I were perfect, more than perfect. We could spend time with each other, lean on each other, support each other, we lived together, I met your child, we had date nights all the time and all of that just -- you ended it. Without warning. We didn’t even talk about it. You didn’t even ask me how I was feeling, if I cared about you. You just decided for the both of us that it would be better if this wasn’t a rebound. But it wasn’t ever about that. It was about me taking putting someone else before me like I always do, and I’m the one who got fucking hurt, not you.”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry that you got hurt. I didn’t mean to hurt you. It hurt me too. And it hurts like hell to watch you do this to yourself. You think I liked watching you come home high and drunk all the time?” 

“I don’t imagine it bothered you too much. We weren’t dating any more.” 

He shrugged. “So? Just because I’m not dating you, it doesn’t mean I don’t give a shit about you.”

“See, in my world, it does. You don’t break someone’s fucking heart then try to tell them you still care. You’re the one who decided to date me. I asked, you shot me down. Then, when I was really happy, when I thought this was real, that we had a shot, that this was something that would last and you just ripped it away. No conversation.” 

He shook his head. “Yeah, and I’m sorry for that. I am. I should’ve talked to you, but is this really what you want? You want to be so numb and fucked up on drugs you can’t function?”

“I can function just fine, thanks for checking in!”

“I can’t believe you’re fine with this. You’ve been so strong since I met you. Going after your dream, working hard at your job, you never would’ve given into this bullshit, despite what happened between us.” 

“Yeah, well shit changes. Clearly you know that.”

“Nothing changed. I cared for you then, and I do now.” 

You scoffed. “Spare me, alright? It was clear to me after you left you never gave a shit. I licked your wounds so you could heal and then you left me. Fuck off. You don’t get the right to tell me where I can hang out, what I can do, or when I can do it.” You got in his face, your voice low before you turned around to head back inside. 

He stood there more upset than he had been when you two first broke up. He wasn’t sure what he thought he would gain from coming out tonight. He just thought he could save you from yourself. He knew he was the reason you went on the downward spiral but he didn’t know how to fix it. 

He bit his lip to keep from crying as he watched you rejoin your friends and pick up a shot glass and knock it back. He shook his head as he turned to walk down the street.

He couldn’t keep doing this to himself, or to you. He needed to move on. He couldn’t watch you suffer any more. He had tried to help you. Every time he did though, you turned him down - hard. 

With his heart heavy, he took a taxi back to his new hotel and tried to forget all about you.

If only it were that easy.

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Horror Villain Headcanons

Topic: This is an extension of the last Jason Oneshot ^^ The rest of the horror movie villains react to their S/O telling them someone at work asked them out and she thought about saying yes.

Warnings: Seriously bad language in some reactions. Like, disgusting. Also some M rated suggestions 

Notes:

I’m feeling like Jason took it extremely well for a Slasher… aha

I’m so sad that our boys Buckman, Drayton and Hoyt don't have gifs!!

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Billy Loomis: 

·         Well, Billy’s a bit of a hot head… or a lot.

·         The guy who asked you out will probably be dead. Most likely.

·         And you’ll get the cold shoulder for an hour or two, because man. He’s hurt, that you would consider leaving him for some better life. You’re just like his mother, and this asshole who asked you out is just like Maureen Prescott. In his head, this just legitimises his murderous actions even more and makes him even worse.

·         In this scenario, keeping it to yourself would have probably bene better.

·         Eventually though, the fog will lift and he’ll remember that he needs you. He’ll come over and wrap his arm around you, nuzzling your face, and threaten you that if you ever do anything like that to him again, or even look in the direction of another man they will be cut down and he will make you watch.

·         Boy’s a little bit yandere.

Bubba Sawyer: 

·         Bubba’s mind flies right over the part where another guy asked you out and sticks to the part here you thought about saying yes. He doesn’t care about this other guy, he doesn’t know him. He cares about his people, and you are his person. He wonders, why would you do that? Why aren’t you totally happy with him and his brothers and grandpa?

·         His eyes will get watery, and he’ll just watch you and listen to you holding onto every word that comes out of your mouth until you’re done. Imagine that, for a moment. Telling Bubba, with his big, teary brown eyes (I’m assuming their brown, I can’t tell) that another man asked you on a date and you nearly said yes and left him. Imagine that, and tell me, could you do it???

·         Hell no. With his little fidgeting, and his fat bottom lip sticking out, and his whines? No! No! No, no, no, no!

·         So, quickly, bundle him up in a hug and tell him you were being silly, and you love him!

(Mayor) Buckman: 

·         Depends, was it a citizen of pleasant Valley? Or was it a passing stranger? Because if its one of their victims then there won’t be as many long-term consequences like their will be if it were one of his residents. His family.

·         See, if you’re dating the mayor, everyone will know. Especially this mayor, because he has a taste for flare and he sure as hell introduces you as his consort every chance he gets. Which means passers by and residents alike are well aware who you are and who you ‘belong to’ (He wouldn’t put it that way, but its clear.).

·         If it was a victim, he’ll make a show of their death- even more then usual. If it was a resident, they’ll get a warning and he’ll never entirely trust them again. He’ll always bring it up from then on, too. Embarrassing you, and them. Refers to them as an almost-thief and whatever other nasty insulting name that he feels at the time.

·         But either way, he’ll be the same about your part in his heartbreak. Betrayed, but willing to forgive because you’re ‘Just so darn cute!’.

·         He will guilt trip you a lot though when its mentioned, but if you’re able to sit him down and talk about it maturely with him, and explain your side of the story, then he’ll calm down and forgive you. ‘It’s forgotten, darlin’. I’m sorry for acting immaturely.’

Carrie White:

·         Surprisingly, Carrie doesn’t immediately get upset and act like Bubba did. I mean, of course she feels bad. Its not a nice thing to hear from the person you’re in love with, that they nearly left you for something else! But, she thinks about your side of this as well.

·         She guesses, she understands where you came from. It would be easier for you to love someone normal… not like her… It would be nicer for you. She gets it.

·         She keeps the wounded look off her face, for your benefit.

·         “But… “She’ll say then. And explain her side of this. That she loves you so much, and understands that it would be easier for you and just wants you happy. But she would be really happy herself, if what would make you happy is to be with her.

·         It’ll be such a relief for her if you take her hands say that’s the conclusion you came to. One of those adorable, real smiles will grace her face.

Chop Top Sawyer: 

·         “WhhhaaaaaaaAAaAaaat???”

·         “Let me at him! Let! Me! At! HIM! Show me where he’s at, I should- “

·         You will need to stop him from storming your place of work with a face on a stick that’s on fire (Bubba balling behind him, because that’s his face!!), fists blazing and bouncing all over the place if you want to explain. Goddamnit, Chop Top’s gotta stand up for himself, and his woman! This will not do??!!

·         “Chop Top- Chop! Stop it a second, I- Chooop! I nearly said yes!”

·         That make shim halt in place. Only for a second though, before he drops his fists and turns to you in confusion. “Wat?”

·         “But… then… I realise, I love you. And I was being stupid, and- well, that’s it. I love you.”

·         “Awww, I love you too! That’s okay then!!”

·         Prepare yourself, because otherwise the force of Chop’s lung cuddle will send you both crashing into one of Nubbins bone sculptures.

·         Chop Top is pretty light hearted about the whole thing XD

Chucky/Charles Lee Ray (We’re assuming he’s human in this. Whether that be in man or woman form. And I’m sorry if I overuse this gif, I just love it XD): 

·         Some stupid guy asking you out is one thing, but you considering it??? That’s a direct attack on him and will be treated with prejudice.

·         “I must not be hearing right these days, doll, because I swear I just heard come out of your pretty little mouth that you considered leaving me for some castrated turd- or, he will be castrated, at least. Stay here.”  

·         I suggest you stay where you are because if you leave and he comes back to that after killing this to find you gone, he will find you, and he’ll be even more pissed. He’ll take that as an admission that you’re not in love with him anymore, and the situation will be handled much worse.

·         When he gets back, he will have the penis of the man who asked you out in a plastic zip lock bag and he’ll give it to you. Then hook a hand around the back of your neck and hold you firmly in place so that he can look down at you darkly and say: “Keep that as a reminder that I take great pleasure in sawing off any limb or body part off a person who tries to steal from me. I want you to be happy, sure, but having you is the point.”

·         For the rest of the night he’ll be pretty stiff and stay off to himself instead of hanging with you because, he didn’t say it but his feelings were hurt by this betrayal, but by the time the sun rises the next day he will have gotten over it, comforted by the fact that he has you for better or for worse now.

Drayton Sawyer: 

·         Drayton takes all this news in one gulp and just kinda… nods, says okay then, and leaves to continue his work. Out of it. Off with the fairies.

·         He doesn’t quite know what he could do about that. I mean, it’s good that you love him and you didn’t leave, but the fact that you thought about it still feels terrible. Especially since he doesn’t kill. He feels like he has no way of one upping you, or becoming even. He feels like the weaker part of the relationship, the one that has more to lose. Because clearly, you have options! He has… you.

·         He’ll be pretty quiet for the rest of the night and for a while after tat day he’ll act a bit off. Normal, you know. Doing things with you, and talking with you, and just being normal. But he’ll just a be a biiiiit off, because he knows he has so much more to lose, and he hates that feeling.

·         Eventually he’ll get over it, and feel better. But this has opened his eyes to that fact and its new to him! I mean, its not nice for anyone. But in his family, they all need each other They all play an equal part and even without that theirs blind loyalty involved. Here, he has to earn it and he suddenly feels very powerless, and in danger of losing you if one day you decide he isn’t enough.

Freddy Krueger: 

·         Similar to Chucky, he ‘wants you to be happy, but having you is the point’. He’s not above causing you an accident that puts you in a coma, so you stay with him all the time and you don’t have any other choices. Your smile is cute, but being with you trumps it all.

·         But this is only the first time, and you’ve told him that you realised you didn’t want that. You want him so his little perverted heart may give out, so he’ll let it go this once. He wont hold onto it and throw it in your face later or even use it to his advantage now.

·         He will kill the guy, though. There’s no way he won’t take the opportunity to kill someone.

Jennifer Check: 

·         “Well fuck you too then, bitch!”

·         Yeah… she may need a bit of time to cool down. She is hot. She graces you with her presence. How dare you stab her in the back like this. She thinks all this, and then she thinks that she should kill you. That no fuck buddy should be able to hurt her like this, but after she looks at you and assesses you… she knows she couldn’t.

·         But you don’t know that, and she’ll work with that.

·         Storming out, she’ll make you think that she’s so mad that she would kill you. Just so you’ll feel the fear for a time, which she’ll prolong as much as possible, going do her nails and toes and then get a delicious, boy flavoured meal as self-care.

·         Then, finally she’ll come back, and roll her eyes like she doesn’t know you took it seriously. Like it wasn’t her plan at all. “You really thought I would kill you? Don’t be dumb, come on! Let’s watch a movie- I pick, cuz you’re slutty ass hurt my feelings, k?”

(Sheriff) Hoyt/Charlie Hewitt: 

·         When he looks at you, slightly squinting like he does when he’s thinking, you think he’s going to kill you. That you never meant much to him and he’s going to turn you into dinner without blinking an eye for your betrayal- because what’s more important to Hewitt’s, then loyalty? Not much.

·         Also, Hoyts a twisted, backstabbing traitor himself so that also worries you a bit.

·         But then he just leaves the room, attitude in his eyes as he calls for Thomas to lock you away in your room and that he’s going to get dinner.

·         For a few stupid hours after that, hidden away in your room without your phone or laptop, you foolishly thing he’s going to withhold dinner from you as punishment.

·         But when he brings you in stew with a suspiciously familiar coloured eye as a sloppy garnish, and a tricky, twisted look on his face, you know what your punishment really is.

Michael Myers: 

·         Ohhh, no.

·         Boy’s dead.

·         That’s it.

·         You get no punishment, but this boy who asked you out is so dead. You just tell him what happened, and then he turns and leaves to get his new job done.

Patrick Bateman: 

·         It may be smart to tell him at work, so he can’t really flip out… trap him in the confines of social standards.

·         It won’t stop him from freaking out on you later, in the safety of your own home, but it will allow you a few more hours of crippling worry- or enough time to leave the country. You know, depending on how you word the whole thing to him.

·         A deep breath in through his nose, teeth grit. “I’ll cancel our dinner reservations.” His eyes flicker from yours, to everyone else in the office. He steps closer to you, and whispers. “Go home, don’t you dare eat anything or turn on the TV. Tie yourself up, and wait for me. And don’t let me catch you dressed, fucking whore.”

·         See, he’s had to come up with different ways to punish you when he’s mad, seeing as he cares for you. So really kinky, borderline (Sometimes not even borderline.) torturous sex will have to do. You never get to finish. And the rope is not safe, sex shop brand rope.

Pennywise (OG): 

·         I’m sorry, why should he care that a weak, unimportant mortal man asked you out? Its not like he would ever have succeeded, even if you hadn’t made the right decision and said no. He would have found you and gotten you back, no matter what.

·         You are his adorable little human, who he is prepared to fight for -not that that is what would ever happen here. He’s not going to waste energy fighting a mortal man when he can just take you back, easy, - and you will not get away so easily.

·         Basically, in this relationship, freewill is a fantasy. You are entirely and utterly owned by him. Like a pet.

Stu Macher: 

·         “You, what… really??”

·         Well, first of all, he would fight this boy. Killing him doesn’t really occur to him, because he likes to keep his romantic life and his murder life separate but he definitely wants to throw a punch or two!

·         Second of all, why would you want that!???

·         “Do you not like me, anymore?? Babe, baby, come on! What’d I do to deserve that!”

·         Honestly, he makes it out like it would have been better if you hadn’t told him. He thinks you’re mad at him and are trying to tell him you have options, by being honest and telling him this. No one has ever claimed he’s the sharpest knife in the drawer.

·         You’ll get lots of cuddles and snuggles because he wants you to know how much he loves you. But that’s not really new.

Thomas Hewitt: 

·         Deep breaths. Watch his chest rise and fall like he’s trying really hard not to get mad, which he is.

·         But, mostly, he reacts like Jason. Hears you out, because what else can he do? Luda taught him not to walk away from a person in the middle of a conversation.

·         Once you’re done, he thinks. Still with the very deep breaths.

·         He thinks how he trusts you, and what you say must be true. But then if you thought about leaving, then something has to be wrong, right?

·         As you continue to explain to him, slightly more panickily, that you love him and it was a momentary lapse in judgement that didn’t even really do anything but you’re telling him anyway, because you love him and you want him to trust you, he slowly starts to clam down.

·         Eventually, her brings you into a hug to stop your panicking. His breaths have returned to a normal rate, and he vows to try and forget it.

[morningfears]

Dark Blue

Rating: M | This is smut! No one under 18!

Summary: Calum and your older brother were best friends. Although the pair of you got off on the wrong foot, you spent the summer together and fell for one another somewhere along the way. However, when your brother moved away for college, Calum disappeared, too. But a long drive serves to close the distance between the pair of you. | Vaguely Stranger Things AU (it’s set in Hawkins, reader works at Starcourt, mentions Steve, and Calum’s story is loosely based on Billy’s here). Brother’s best friend, car sex, mechanic!Cal. 

Word Count: 11k

The cool October air was a welcome sensation after spending the day locked in stuffy classrooms. It wasn’t quite cold enough for snow, nor was it cold enough for heavy winter gear, but the bite in the air was enough to make you not want to linger for long as you exited Hawkins High School. Instead of crossing the parking lot to join your friends by the baseball field, you paused under the entryway awning. The worn white-washed metal creaked in the wind and sent an unpleasant shiver down your spine as you scanned the parking lot for your older brother, Jason. With your car in the shop and him home for fall break, he’d been tasked with picking you up from school and dropping you off at the mall for work. However, his familiar red Firebird was nowhere to be seen and you briefly wondered if he’d forgotten you.

Your disappointment and annoyance only lingered for a moment because the second you spotted the equally familiar blue Camaro, you knew that that wasn’t the case.

The car that had quickly come to be known around town as belonging to a reckless young man with a penchant for heavy music and driving just a little too fast shined like a beacon in the parking lot. Curious freshmen milled about it, walking just a little slower as they passed to glance at the car and it’s driver, before averting their eyes and whispering amongst themselves. You spotted Jason leaning against the passenger door, Ray-Bans shielding his eyes from the late afternoon sun as he reveled in the crowd watching his every move, but he wasn’t the one to capture your attention.

The owner of the car, dressed in a burgundy button-down with a worn black leather jacket thrown over top, was leaning against the driver’s door. He had a cigarette between his lips, rings adorning his fingers that shined in the light whenever he moved his hand, and he looked like he was holding himself back from snapping at the kids who get a little too close to his car. Calum, your brother’s best friend of nearly a year, loved his car more than anything and you knew that it had to be causing him a great deal of pain to let it sit in the dirt and gravel lot of Hawkins High once more.

The car was only a fixture of the parking lot for a little less than a full school year. Calum and his family had moved to Hawkins in October of his senior year and his car spent more time navigating the backroads of Hawkins than it did sitting in the Hawkins High parking lot. Whenever Calum and your brother both attended school, cars parked in the corner of the lot where they could easily peel out the moment the final bell rang, they gathered the attention of almost every student at Hawkins. But when the pair of them graduated in May, it was as if everyone suddenly forgot about the blue Camaro and its owner.

However, you supposed that was the longevity of the high school attention span.

Following their graduation, Jason had gone on to become a full-fledged college student. The maroon sweatshirt, embroidered with the college’s crest, adorned his body and drew the attention of nearly every girl in town whenever he visited home. His visits were frequent, a little too frequent, and you knew that they were mostly just to relive the days when he was king rather than a lowly pledge in a fraternity he didn’t even want to join but you couldn’t really find it within yourself to complain.

Whenever Jason was home, your parents forget you existed for the weekend and dropped the questions about your grades or your future to focus on their favorite child.

Calum, however, stayed in Hawkins.

His parents were, and still are, upset that he decided to forego a college education to work in a garage but Calum remained steadfast in his decision. He wanted to return to California and getting a job was the quickest way to save money for his trip back. He stood by his choice, defended it as fiercely as he could, and took things in stride when his parents kicked him out. He protested at first, claiming that he could handle it on his own, but by June he was living in the bedroom your older sister once occupied. For the first few weeks, he was under the impression that no one knew he was there, save for Jason, and you all let him. Your parents never said a word but your mother made sure to keep things she knew Calum liked in the pantry and stocked the bathroom with a few bottles of his favorite shampoo and body wash under the guise of wanting him to be comfortable whenever he visited.

Calum lived with you until September. It was only when Jason began to pack up his things to move into his dorm room that Calum managed to find a small place on the outskirts of town. He knew that that would be the only way he could afford to get back to California so he bit the bullet and moved into the small house, not much bigger than the one bedroom it contained. And though you hated to admit it, you missed having him around.

When he first moved in, Calum managed to avoid you like the plague. Part of you believed that he was under the assumption that you’d tell your parents and get him kicked out but after it became clear that he was living in your sister’s old room and you never said a word, he realized that you wouldn’t do that to him. When it became clear that he was living with you and not just crashing for the night or spending a little too much time with your brother, your teasing didn’t stop because you knew that would only alert your parents. Instead, you focused on the grease under his fingernails or staining his cheeks. You focused on the small things, ones that weren’t going to draw any attention to anything out of the ordinary, and that’s how Calum knew that even if the two of you hadn’t gotten off on the right foot, you weren’t going to be malicious.

Over the summer, you got used to Calum’s presence. Most days, the two of you were the only ones home. Your brother spent most of his summer driving around with whatever girl that managed to pique his interest that day while your parents worked longer and longer hours in the summer months. Calum, on the other hand, spent his days working at the garage and his downtime sitting in the window, chain smoking and writing, or lying on the floor listening to a new mixtape.

On the days that he would listen to new mixtapes, you would leave your bedroom door open to hear the music he played. There was a lot of rock, a lot of punk that you weren’t familiar with, but you liked it just the same. And when Calum realized, he began leaving his own door open and turning the music up a little louder so you could hear it better.

It was a slow evolution but by the end of the summer, you were often found sat on your bed, book unopened by your side, as Calum sat in the window and smoked. You rarely spoke to one another, you didn’t need to, but you grew used to spending time with Calum and looked forward to spending your evenings with him.

When he left, Calum left a shoe box full of mixtapes on your bed. Some were the ones that you’d listened to together, others were brand new. The new ones contained all of the songs he knew you loved, the ones that made you light up whenever they played, and each had a special, unheard song at the end with a note that read, ‘You’ll like this one, trust me.’

You knew that things would change when he moved out, the mixtapes should’ve given you a hint that things were never going to be the same, but you hadn’t realized that was Calum’s way of saying goodbye. You realized that you wouldn’t see him much anymore but you hadn’t counted on not seeing him at all. In fact, you hadn’t even seen him when you went with your father to drop off your car at the garage. You knew that he was working, you’d chosen a time that you knew he’d be there just to see his face, but you left with the bitter taste of disappointment in the back of your throat as your father chatted about the weather.

And now, as you took in the sight of him, almost entirely unchanged in the nearly two months since you last saw him, the bitter feeling returned. The churning in your stomach was only made worse by the giggling of two juniors beside you. You watched as the one of them caught sight of the guys and bit your lip to keep from commenting as she pulled a cigarette from her pack and stared at the car.

“Look,” the smoker huffed, nudging her friend to capture her attention, “it’s Calum and Jason.”

The pair of them stared at the car, their eyes wide and mouths open, and it was like watching a train wreck in slow motion as the friend shrugged off her jacket to reveal her low-cut top. “They get hotter every time I see them,” she swooned as she tugged the top down just a little lower, the lace of her bra peeking out. “Think we should go say hi?”

“Duh,” the first girl returned as she copied her friends actions and tugged her top down just a little lower. “Maybe they’ll give us a ride home,” she giggled, winking at her friend to ensure she’d gotten the meaning behind her words.

This time, you did roll your eyes as you watched them bound across the parking lot. The girl with the cigarette approached Calum, twirling her permed hair around her finger as she attempted to strike up a conversation. She tried her hardest, making her intentions so clear that even the most oblivious of individuals could pick up on them, and the storm of emotions raged even louder in the pit of your stomach.

You remained under the awning, gripping the strap of your bag just a little tighter, as you weighed the costs of walking to work. Part of you believed that neither of them would notice, your brother certainly wouldn’t, not with the attention of nearly every girl at Hawkins High on them, and you knew from previous experience that they wouldn’t hesitate to leave you if you took too long. However, the mall is nearly two miles from the school and you hadn’t counted on Calum being the one to pick you up so you’d opted for style over comfort when getting dressed for school.

You knew that there was no way for you to get to work on time without them driving you, nor was there any way for you to get there without destroying your feet and freezing, so you heaved a heavy sigh of defeat and crossed the gravel parking lot. You were uncomfortably aware of the eyes on you as you brushed past the freshmen. Those who remembered your brother associate you with him, they knew why you were climbing into the Camaro, but those who didn’t were already sharing hushed whispers as they watched you cross your arms over your chest and wait for your brother to notice your presence.

You could tell that Calum was wholly uninterested in the girl throwing herself at him, he usually was, and it sent your heart rate skyrocketing when he noticed you first. When his eyes met yours, you felt your breath catch in your throat and your cheeks heat and you cursed yourself for being such a high school girl as you watched him drop his cigarette to the ground and snub out the flame. He glanced at your brother, rolled his eyes at the shameless flirting, and nodded his head for you to get in on his side. He turned away from the girl without so much as acknowledging her and opened the car door for you. When you brushed past her, she blinked, surprised and offended, before she glared daggers at you. Once you were settled in the back seat, you shrugged at her, trying your best to hide the smug smile that you felt like she deserved, and bite back a laugh as she stomped around the car to grab her friend.

Calum climbed into the car, slamming the door behind him and revving the engine to gain your brother’s attention. Jason glanced down, grinned at you in the backseat, before he straightened up and pressed a kiss to the girl’s cheek. He said something to her that got a blush and a giggle before he climbed into the car and sent her a wave.

True to his reputation, Calum peeled out of the parking lot far too quickly. You gripped the seat, your nails digging into the leather in an attempt to keep from sliding around the backseat, as you tried your hardest to keep your face as neutral as possible. When your brother first befriended Calum and you found yourself occupying his backseat more and more, Calum always teased you for not being able to handle riding with him. He teased you for the grimaces and faces of displeasure that you often made whenever he drove and took delight in shocking you with his driving whenever possible. Things had changed since the last time you were in his backseat, though, and you had a feeling that he wouldn’t bother commenting on whatever expression you managed to pull. However, you didn’t want to give him any reason to speak to you when he so clearly didn’t want to so you managed your facial expressions as carefully as you could.

Though you’d had nearly two months to contemplate his reasonings, you still weren’t sure why Calum cut contact with you. There was no possible motive that you could think of to explain what made him decide to pretend that you didn’t exist. You left one another on good terms, or so you thought, and you’d spent the summer under the impression that the two of you were at least acquaintances, if not friends. You ended the summer on a high note, far from the bickering duo you’d been upon his arrival in Hawkins, and you hoped that the camaraderie would continue as you enjoyed your time with him. However, as you sat in the backseat, the atmosphere was so tense that you could feel it suffocating you and you regretted choosing not to walk.

Jason, if he noticed the atmosphere, didn’t mention it. Instead, he turned in his seat and grinned at you. “Hawkins High never changes,” he told you, “it never gets old.”

He’d taken to both reminiscing on his high school days, fondly remembering the good times he had roaming the halls of Hawkins High, as well as sharing his newfound college wisdom with you every chance he got and it made you roll your eyes as he began to list the differences he’d found in college. Calum, too, looked tired of hearing all about university life and made a face at you in the rearview mirror as Jason mentioned the fraternity house for what had to be the millionth time. Despite yourself, you giggled at Calum’s reaction and it pulled a small, barely there smile from him before he returned his full attention to the road.

You stared at Calum in the rearview mirror for a long moment, carefully taking in the dark circles beneath his eyes and the curls of his hair, before Jason’s voice cut through the fog of Calum clouding your brain. “I’m serious,” Jason said, recapturing your attention as Calum turned onto the backroad that lead to the mall, “you’re gonna love college, kid. But enjoy your last year here. These are the best years of your life.”

Calum head you mumble ‘bullshit’ under your breath and smiled despite himself. He knew just how much you had always hated high school, many of the late night conversations the two of you shared were spent bitching about work or school, and he knew how much worse it had been for you as Jason’s little sister. You’d dealt with people only wanting to befriend you to get to Jason, you’d dealt with teacher’s having preconceived notions of you because of Jason, and you’d worked your ass off your entire life to live up to the pedestal your parents have put him on, despite his obvious shortcomings.

When Calum met you, he knew that despite the two of you being siblings, there couldn’t be two more different people. You were kind, studious and steadfast in your adherence to rules, while Jason was never afraid to cut class or sneak a cigarette behind the gym. Jason partook in petty pranks like knocking the books out of a student’s hands or throwing wads of paper at his friends while you were the one to help pick up textbooks and sweep classrooms.

Calum took to teasing you almost immediately and your perfect reputation was, in the beginning, the reason why. He wanted to see if he could get a rise out of Hawkins’ golden girl. He wanted to see if he could get you to crack, get you to swear or throw something at him or just display a purely negative emotion, but as the year wore on, that grew old. He no longer wanted to see you angry. Instead, Calum continued his teasing purely for fun. He realized, early on, that you enjoyed trading jabs back and forth. He realized that you enjoyed the mental sparring and kept it up as long as you seemed interested. Even during the summer, when you barely spoke to one another, you traded jabs as if nothing had changed and it made him realize that the two of you weren’t so different.

Despite the initial tension between the two of you, you always cared for Calum just the way that Jason did. You brought him blankets whenever he crashed at your place after a party and distracted your parents long enough for him to sneak out on mornings that the boys overslept. Before he graduated, you spent two weeks helping him study for his chemistry final just to make sure that he passed and would be able to walk with Jason. You’d spent hours making flashcards with the excuse that you could always use them for yourself when you took the class and spent even more hours in his car, hidden from the outside world as you quizzed him.

When he moved in with you, you kept up the care and made sure that he had whatever he needed. You managed to sneak his clothes into the laundry room (although your mother caught on fairly quickly) and took the blame for the open window in Sarah’s room any time your parents asked. You let him borrow your key on nights he would be working late or stayed up far later than you usually would just to let him in the house. Though the two of you spent your nights talking about anything and everything, about your hopes for the future and dreams that would never pan out, you kept your expectations vague. Neither of you ever voiced your thoughts about your newfound relationship aloud and Calum appreciated it all.

However, as the summer wore on, Calum began to see the impact that your spending time together was having on you. He began to see the stamp that he was leaving on you and it made him worry that everyone else would be able to see it, too.

The change in your music taste wasn’t so bad. Several of your friends were into rock music, they liked the guys in tight jeans and half-buttoned shirts, so he knew that the change would’ve come around eventually, naturally. Plus, your brother listened to The Clash and The Ramones before the two of them met. You were bound to be exposed to it someday. However, when you traded in your pink skirts for a pair of acid wash jeans and came home wearing a pair of black Chuck Taylors that you’d bought with one of your paychecks, he began to worry about the influence he was having on you.

But it was only when you asked if you could have a cigarette and spent the night sitting on the roof with him, smoking to the soundtrack of Fleetwood Mac, that he realized just how deep you both were.

You both had carved out a routine, clinging to one another without realizing it, and it scared him. He didn’t want to be the reason that you skipped school or started smoking. He didn’t want to be the reason that you changed your wardrobe from pastels to deep, dark colors or rebelled against your parents. He didn’t want to be the reason that Hawkins’ golden girl became tarnished.

To keep that from happening, Calum did what he had always done best and ran.

He decided that you would be better off without him and his influence. He reasoned that keeping his distance would be beneficial to you both and it had been easier than he imagined it would be now that he had a place of his own and a full-time job at the garage. With you stuck in school during the day and working at night, he was usually able to avoid you even when he did go into town for groceries or a bite to eat at the diner. That wasn’t to say, however, that there hadn’t been a few close calls. The most recent of which, you dropping off your car at the garage with your father, left him ducking into a storage closet and pretending to do inventory until you left. His co-workers found the entire situation absolutely hilarious, Calum Hood hiding from a spoiled princess, but he’d decided he could take the teasing so long as it kept him away from you.

Unfortunately, this was one encounter that he couldn’t avoid. He’d already agreed to spending his day off with your brother, had agreed to going into town and getting a milkshake at the diner or driving the backroads to listen to the newest mixtape he’d made, so he couldn’t pretend to be busy when your brother mentioned needing to swing by the school to pick you up. It meant that he would have to face you for the first time in over a month, it meant that he would be locked inside the car with you until he could get you to the mall, but he decided that he’d have to face you eventually so he might as well get it over with.

It also didn’t hurt that your brother never knew about the time the two of you spent together leading Calum to believe that you’d be far less likely to give him the explosive reaction he once wanted so badly from you in Jason’s company.

The plan that the two of them concocted was simple. They would drop you off at the mall for work and go grab a bite to eat before spending the afternoon driving the backroads that they now know better than the actual roads of Hawkins. Calum imagined that you would be upset with him, imagined that you would at least give him a glare or a half-assed puppy dog pout that he knew worked on every other man in your life, but he was surprised to find that you barely looked at him. One of his co-workers told him that you’d asked about him, casually dropping his name to your father and pretending that you didn’t care when one of the others told you both that Calum had stepped out, while another told him that it was obvious how disappointed you were. Hearing that sent a pang of guilt straight to Calum’s heart and he felt it, burning hot and bright in his chest, as you pointedly avoided looking at him.

He hated doing this to you, hated being that guy even though he swore he’d never lead anyone on, but the moment he realized that you both felt the same things for one another, he felt the need to distance himself. He wasn’t quite sure if you realized it yourself, he knew that you definitely hadn’t caught on to his feelings for you, and he thought that he preferred it that way. Things were easy when you were just friends, teasing one another for the hell of it and sharing conversations without any expectations, but the moment feelings got involved, he knew that it was going to be hell.

He knew that he planned to leave Hawkins the minute he had enough money to return to California. He knew that you planned on moving to New York for college in less than a year. He knew that your days would be numbered before you even began them and that you’d only be setting yourselves up for heartbreak if you were to give a relationship a shot. He also knew that the attention he got, from girls your age and from the women in town with nothing better to do than search for a Madonna-inspired boy toy, bothered you and he would never want you to feel insecure in your relationship.

The last thing Calum wanted was to break your heart and that’s what he imagined would happen if the two of you ended up dating. He also knew that dating him came with a certain stigma that you absolutely did not deserve.

As he was so often reminded, you were the golden girl of Hawkins. Mothers encouraged their daughters to be more like you, fathers encouraged their sons to try and date you. Teachers, despite their preconceived notions connecting you to your brother, learned to love you and any place you’d worked had experienced a boom in business. Calum knew that the golden girl dating a mechanic, one who opted out of college and had a reputation for liking fast cars and even faster women, wouldn’t go over well. Though he was sure your parents wouldn’t have a problem with it, he knew that everyone else in Hawkins would have something to say so he told himself that this was for the best. He told himself that you were better off without him and that you would forget about him soon enough.

He only hoped the same was true for himself.

“Calum, you missed the turn!”

Your voice, tone obviously annoyed and a little harsher than he was sure you intended, brought him back to reality. He blinked, breaking out of the cloud of regret and the consideration of what-if’s he’d been overthinking since he moved out, and swore as he stepped on the breaks. You yelped, surprised by the suddenness of his stopping, and cried out in pain as your shoulder slammed into the back of Jason’s seat. Jason laughed as you groaned in pain, gripping the door handle to keep yourself in place as Calum made what was possibly the most illegal u-turn you’d ever witnessed, and you had to resist the urge to smack him. Calum at least had the decency to look sheepish as you leveled a glare at him through the rearview mirror and he managed to mumble an apology as he took the correct turn and pulled into the parking lot.

He pulled into an open spot close to the front door and stared up at the mall, looming bright and shiny and new in front of him, as Jason climbed out of the car to let you out. He didn’t want to look at you, didn’t want to risk feeling even guiltier than before, but he couldn’t help himself as he caught a glimpse of your waist, skin exposed by your shirt riding up. He thought back to the summer, back to the night you shrugged off your t-shirt and shorts and jumped into the pool without a second thought, and the pang of regret was stronger than any he’d felt in a long time.

He didn’t want to let his life be ruled by fear, nor did he want you to become the one who got away, but he knew that you deserved better. You deserved someone who was going somewhere in life, someone who would make something of themselves. He had no business fucking up your future, not when he’d already fucked up his, so he kept his eyes on the elaborate exterior of the Starcourt Mall entrance as he listened to you and Jason speak.

You adjusted your clothing as you climbed out of the car, moving quickly to avoid the air nipping at any accidentally exposed skin, and wrapped your coat a little tighter around your body. “Are you going to pick me up after work?” you asked Jason as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, almost afraid of his answer.

“Yeah,” he nodded, laughing slightly as he watched you rub your sore shoulder. “I’m on chauffeur duty the entire time I’m home,” he informed you before he asked, “You get off at eight, right?” When you confirmed his assumption, Jason nodded once more and reached out to ruffle your hair. “I’ll see you at eight, then,” he hummed, a little too happily for your sour mood. “Have a good shift, kid!”

Jason gripped your shoulders and turned you to face the mall entrance before he nudged your back and sent you walking forward. You rolled your eyes at his impatience as you heard the car door shut and the music dramatically increase in volume. You glanced over your shoulder at the pair of them as Calum peeled out of the parking lot once more, tires squealing as he narrowly avoided hitting another car. You watched, unable to tear your eyes away, until his car disappeared around a bend in the road. You heaved a quiet sigh once you were certain they were gone and made your way into the mall.

You took your time, wandering through the newly built megastructure with a weak sense of intrigue, as you still had fifteen minutes until you officially clocked in. Your eyes lingered on the window displays of certain shops, dresses and skirts catching your eye and calling your name, as you attempted to rid your head of any thoughts about Calum. You wanted to forget that you’d seen him, wanted to forget that he still made your heart beat a little too fast and a swarm of butterflies erupt in the pit of your stomach, but all of your efforts were for naught as he was still the most prominent thought on your mind as you enter the small retail shop that was owned by the same couple who own the ice cream parlor you’d worked for over the summer.

Your co-worker, a homeschooled girl who meant well but really had very little experience socializing, bombarded you with questions the moment you entered the shop. You were never late, always there by three-thirty on the dot to spend the extra thirty minutes doing homework before you officially clocked in, so the ten minutes you lost to Calum’s missed turn and your own reluctance to get into the car were more than enough cause for Emily to panic. The first question out of her mouth was, “Is everything alright?” and her tone almost suggested that she was hoping it wasn’t just so she could be entertained.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes as you stashed your bag beneath the counter and grabbed your name tag. “It’s fine,” you assured her as you went ahead and clocked in, despite being a bit early for your shift. She trailed after you as you stepped around the counter and began searching for tasks to keep you busy. As you began folding sweaters and straightening displays, you continued, “My brother and his friend dropped me off. He missed a turn and it took a few extra minutes. No big deal.”

“Friend?” Emily asked, voice clearly displaying her intrigue as she followed your lead and grabbed a sweater of her own to fold. “Do you mean a certain friend named Calum?”

This time you did roll your eyes. You bit your tongue, regretting ever having mentioned Calum to her in the first place, and debated not answering. However, you knew Emily well enough by now to know that she was like a dog with a bone, she wouldn’t give up until you satisfied her curiosity. So, you nodded. “Yeah,” you sighed as you reached for another sweater, “Calum. Again, it wasn’t a big deal.”

Emily snorted a laugh, disbelief evident as she straightened a display of winter gear. “It’s a very big deal,” she insisted as she watched you fold yet another sweater. She moved closer to you, practically stood on top of you, and reminded you, “This is the first time you’ve seen him since he moved out and gave you those super sweet mixtapes.”

You really regretted sharing the detail about the mixtapes as you dropped the sweater you’d picked up and turned to face her. She jumped, startled by your sudden closeness, and took a step back. She smiled at you, unassuming and sweet, and the desire to roll your eyes had never been greater. You managed to keep yourself from making any unnecessary facial expressions or snapping at her as you turned back to the display in front of you. Although you wanted to agree with her, although you would have liked to believe that seeing Calum for the first time in nearly two months was a big deal, you didn’t want to give her the satisfaction. So, you offered a half-hearted shrug as you asserted, “It really wasn’t a big deal. It was just a ride. And it’s not like we owe it to one another to hang out. We’ve both been busy and now that Jason’s gone, there really isn’t much of a reason for us to hang out.”

You kept telling yourself that, kept telling yourself that Jason was the only reason you and Calum ever got so close, but you knew that that wasn’t true. There was something there, something real between the two of you that was simmering beneath the surface all summer, but whatever it was, you were certain that it was the reason Calum no longer wanted anything to do with you.

Maybe he’d come to his senses, realized he could do better than some high schooler who went to bed at ten o’clock and followed every rule to the letter. Maybe he’d realized that you were far too different, too boring or prudish, for a future together. Maybe his feelings were never real but a product of your proximity to one another, completely forgotten now that he no longer shared the same roof as you.

Regardless of the reason, it still hurt and dwelling on the subject only made the acrid bitterness in the back of your throat even stronger. So, before Emily could respond, you changed the subject and asked, “Has it been busy today?”

Business was steady throughout your shift. The holiday crowds had yet to assemble and your patrons were mostly high school students looking to kill time but there was enough for you to do that you didn’t spend the entire shift searching for busy work. You successfully managed to avoid Emily’s questions, dodging her inquiries with the decision to help a customer or grab a box from the storeroom, and by the time the clock struck eight, she’d forgotten all about your encounter with Calum.

As she was the first to arrive, she left before you did. It was your job to close out the register and ensure that everything was locked before you left for the night. You painstakingly ran through your list of chores, making sure that each one was completed and checked off, before you locked the shop and ventured through the empty mall. You exited through a side door, an employee entrance that remained open until the security guard managed to make his rounds and ensure that each of the shops was closed, and you ventured around the side of the mall to the parking lot that you figured your brother would be waiting in.

Again, there was no sign of the red Firebird but the blue Camaro was parked directly under a streetlight. Calum leaned against the hood, boot clad feet crossed and arms folded over his chest, as he stared at the entrance you’d gone into hours earlier. You figured that Jason had found a date for the evening and convinced Calum to pick you up. You weren’t sure how much it took to bribe him into doing this but you were certain that Jason was going to owe him for a lifetime as you crossed the parking lot to reach Calum’s car.

He didn’t notice you at first, not until you settles against the hood beside him, and he jumped in surprise when you greeted him. “Jason busy?” you asked, not bothering to wait for his greeting in return.

“He found a date,” Calum confirmed, rolling his eyes as he did so. He’d always found Jason’s womanizing to be a bit distasteful. There was nothing wrong with having fun and enjoying yourself, however, your brother sometimes took it to a new extreme and it never sat quite right with him. Ultimately, though, Calum knew that he was in no position to criticize someone’s life choices so he never said anything. The only person he’d ever mentioned the distaste to was you and that was only because you mentioned it first.

“Sorry you’re stuck with chauffeur duty,” you sighed as you met his eyes for the second time that day. “Do you know anything about my car? We dropped it off last week.”

“Should be done by the end of this week,” he assured you as he lit himself a cigarette and took a drag. “Mike’s working on it.”

“That’s good,” you hummed, anything to keep the tense silence from enveloping you both, “I’m tired of bumming rides and relying on my idiot brother.”

Calum smiled at this, the first genuine smile you’d seen from him since his departure, and shook his head. “Come on,” he breathed, smoke swirling into the air as he gestured for you to get into the car, “it’s cold.”

It wasn’t that cold, not really, but you imagined that he was trying his best to keep the time spent together to a minimum. So, instead of arguing with him, you climbed into the passenger seat and pressed yourself to the door to keep from sitting too close. If Calum noticed (he did), he didn’t say anything. Instead, he turned the radio down enough to hear the music while retaining the possibility to speak to one another. Neither of you said anything as he pulled out of the parking lot but you noticed that he was driving much slower than you’d ever seen him go. Part of you determined that you shouldn’t ask about it, that whatever his reasons, you didn’t want to know. The bigger part, though, the less rational part that always seemed to win out, told you that you should ask him.

Calum had never been a careful driver, had never even bothered to turn down his radio, and the sudden switch in behavior threw you off.

Instead of outright asking him what he was doing, you asked, “Are you alright?” When he raised his eyebrows in confusion at your question, you shrugged. “You’re going slow, is all. You never drive slow.”

Calum didn’t answer right away. Instead, he kept his eyes on the road ahead of him and did his best to ignore the speedometer and your presence. He hadn’t realized it, it wasn’t his intention, but with you alone in the front seat of his car, he subconsciously lowered his speed. He also hadn’t realized that he’d turned down the music to be able to speak with you even though he had realized he chose your favorite mixtape to listen to.

As Fleetwood Mac filled the car and you stared at him expectantly, Calum nodded. “It’s cold,” he answered and had it actually been cold, you would’ve bought it. He’d skidded on a patch of black ice his first winter in Hawkins and Jason told your parents that the only time he’d ever been cautious was around winter roads. However, it was nowhere near cold enough for the roads to ice and you wanted to point that out but you weren’t sure how well it would go over.

The two of you lapsed into an uncomfortable silence, Calum tapping his fingers against the steering wheel to the beat of the song and you staring out into the night. Something had changed in the air between the two of you. It was no longer as easy as it was over the summer. Instead, your words were clipped and sentences short. Your interactions were those of strangers and it hurt your heart.

You considered the fact that you’d already lost Calum as a friend, considered the fact that he no longer seemed to want anything to do with you, and you decided that nothing worse could come of asking him for closure. Though you didn’t really want to know why he was so distant now, you felt that you deserve an answer. So, you rephrased your question and asked, “Is everything alright with us?”

Calum figured this was coming. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to avoid you for much longer without you seeking an answer, that was just the kind of person that you’d always been, and he’d readily agreed to pick you up when your brother asked just so you could get the conversation over with. He still wasn’t sure what he was going to say to you, he still wasn’t sure exactly what he wanted from you, but he shrugged as an answer knowing that you wouldn’t like that at all.

You tried to keep your voice steady as you shifted in your seat to face him and huffed his name. “We spent the entire summer together,” you reminded him, your voice quieter than you wanted it to be. “We had something,” you sighed, “or, at least, I thought we did. And now it’s like we’re strangers again. You left me those mixtapes and I thought that meant something.”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t read into things,” Calum shrugged, struggling to keep his tone neutral as he kept his eyes on the road. “We just spent time together because we were bored. We don’t actually have anything in common that keeps us together.”

“That’s bullshit!” you exclaimed with a frown. “You said it yourself, we’re more alike than we are dissimilar. We go well together, Cal. We worked.”

“We might’ve worked for the summer but that was all it was ever going to be,” he stated as he slowed to a stop at the first stop sign leading toward your home. “I’m sorry that wasn’t clear.”

You were silent for a moment, weighing your options, before you demanded, “Stop the car.”

Calum glanced over at you, eyebrows furrowed and frown prominent on his lips, as he shook his head. “You’re not walking. We’re almost there.”

“Who said anything about walking?” you asked as you crossed your arms over your chest. “We need to talk. Stop the car.” Calum rolled his eyes, used to your dramatics, but did as you requested and pulls the car off onto a dusty side road that barely saw any traffic. He put the car in park and turned to face you as he waited for you to continue speaking. “Tell me that this summer was bullshit, tell me that it meant nothing and that you never meant for it to be more than some flirty friendship and I’ll drop it. I’ll believe you and let it go. But look me in the eye while you do it.”

Calum cursed under his breath and that’s how you knew that you’d gotten him. He’d never been able to lie directly to you, not about his feelings, and he confessed that once after he had too much to drink at a party. He’d told you that he’d spill the secrets of the universe to you so long as you looked at him with those eyes and you’d never used it against him. However, you felt that the situation called for it.

So you waited, arms folded over your chest and eyebrows raised, for Calum to speak. You waited for him to tell you that it was bullshit, that he didn’t feel anything for you, but the words never came. When you relaxed your posture, softened your stance and lowered your brows, Calum shook his head to stop you from pleading with him. “You deserve better than me,” he told you, finally answering the question of why he’d been avoiding you. “You deserve the world and I can’t give it to you. You deserve someone who knows what they’re doing with their life, not some loser who has half a plan and a pipe dream. You’ve got a big future. You’re going to change the world someday and I don’t want to hold you back.”

You were surprised to hear Calum be so negative about himself. While he wasn’t the definition of positivity, he had never been outright self-deprecating. So to hear him think that he wasn’t worthy of you or your affection broke your heart. It hurt to know that the reason he’d pushed you away was because he’d built you up onto a pedestal in his mind, one that you most certainly were not worthy of, and you were at a loss for how to respond.

You knew that you needed to say something, knew that you needed to tell him just how wrong you thought he was, so you spoke from your heart. You didn’t weigh your words carefully, you didn’t hesitate in rambling. You simply began speaking and hoped that it would be enough.

“You wouldn’t hold me back, Cal,” you assured him, your voice stronger than he’d ever heard it. “You are the one person who has always believed in me. No one has ever said that, no one has ever told me that I’d change the world, and you sound so sure of yourself that it makes me want to believe it, too. You don’t push me to be anything other than myself. You don’t measure me in comparison to my brother. You allow me to be me and I enjoy being myself around you. I’m comfortable with you. You make me happy and that’s the only thing that should matter.”

Though Calum’s heart was soaring at your words, he knew that he had to be at least somewhat realistic. He knew that he had to be the one to ground the conversation in reality so he refuted your claim. “But it isn’t,” he sighed, smiling sadly at you. “Happiness isn’t the only thing that matters. And our futures are going to be very different. You’re moving to New York, I’m going to California. We’ll be split up in a few months, anyway, and then we won’t even have our happiness.”

“I’m actually not,” you informed him quietly, dropping your head to stare at your fingernails. “I’ve been looking at schools and the one in New York doesn’t really offer what I want,” you shrugged, not daring to look up at him. “So, I started looking in California.”

“No,” Calum refused immediately, shaking his head vehemently. “You can’t base that decision on me. Your parents, your brother, everyone in town knows that New York is your dream. You can’t change your mind for me.”

“I didn’t,” you assured him quickly. “New York was my dream but that changed before I even met you. I’ve just felt like I needed a plan for so long that I never told anyone I wasn’t sure. Everyone expected me to have everything together, to have a decision that was set in stone, so I pretended like I did. But I’ve been looking at schools around the country since before we met. I looked at a few in the south, a few here in the state, but there’s one in California that’s seemed like the best option for a while now. It’s got everything I want.”

To say that he was surprised would be an understatement. Despite spending the summer together, you never once mentioned your desire to go elsewhere. You never once mentioned you potential move to California. However, as he thought back, Calum realized that you paid far more attention than seemed normal whenever he talked about California. You asked more questions than anyone else and seemed to truly take his words to heart. And now that you’d taken away his strongest argument, Calum could see the future that he hadn’t dared dream about materialize before his very eyes.

He could see you lying on a beach, sunglasses covering your eyes and a book open on your chest, as the two of you spent your afternoons together. He could see the two of you living together, him working in a garage and you going to class and working weekends at a cafe to pay the rent. He could see long nights, listening to the ocean and watching the tide roll in. He could see warm summers and mild winters, far away from the ice and snow of Hawkins.

He could see love and that terrified him.

When he didn’t respond, you continued speaking. “If you really don’t feel anything for me, that’s fine,” you assured him, your voice going quiet once more, “but I know what I want, Calum. I want you and I really don’t care what those nosy ladies in town have to say about it. You make me happy and even though that might not be all that matters in the future, it’s enough for a beginning, isn’t it?”

Calum hated it when you turned your optimism into reason because he really couldn’t argue with something that sounded so sweet. He couldn’t argue with your hope, with your desire to be happy together, so he didn’t even try. Instead, he leaned across the dash and pressed his lips to yours. His hand cupped your cheek, warm against your cool skin, and he smiled against your lips when you leaned into his touch. His kiss was feather light, a barely there pressure meant to convey his feelings for you, and it sent your heart soaring as your eyes fluttered shut. Calum took that as a positive sign and shifted in his seat to deepen the kiss.

The angle at which you were both sitting was uncomfortable. The gear shift was digging into Calum’s stomach, the hand pressed against your seat hurt from holding up his weight and he was contorted into an unusual sitting position that strained his back, however, he wouldn’t trade the moment for anything in the world. The feeling of his lips on yours, the feeling of your fingers carding through his hair and your eyelashes fluttering against his cheek whenever he nipped at your bottom lip, was enough to keep him from complaining. He’d endure the discomfort forever if necessary, just so long as he could keep kissing you.

You were sure that the windows had fogged and that the mixtape was going to end soon but that thought didn’t deter either of you. What felt like hours passed in a haze, you and Calum locked in a searing kiss that set your soul on fire, and the moments that you pulled away to breathe were punctuated with lips pressed against your neck or the exposed skin of your collarbone. Kissing Calum was unlike anything you’d ever experienced and you never waned to leave the moment.

Calum was the first to pull away, his lips swollen and cherry red. You wanted nothing more than to cross the gap he’d created and return your lips to his, however, he breathed a quiet sigh of contentment and glanced at his watch. “It’s getting late,” he reminded you, his voice quiet in the silence of the car, “I should get you home.”

“Or you could get me in the backseat,” you offered with a slight shrug of your shoulders. You knew that your parents wouldn’t be home and even if they were, they wouldn’t notice your absence or would chalk it up to you staying over at a friend’s to study or getting dinner with Emily. They wouldn’t be concerned and they certainly wouldn’t jump to the conclusion that you’re in Calum’s backseat.

Calum seemed to have the same thought that you do, his realization just coming a little slower. However, when he decided that you were right, that your parents wouldn’t notice and that you wouldn’t get in trouble, he contemplated your offer. “We don’t have to,” he assured you, reaching out to brush the apples of your cheeks with his thumbs. “I’m not just trying to get in your pants.”

“I know that,” you reassured him, “if I thought that you were, I’d have made you take me home by now. I want to do this, Calum. I want you.”

He swallowed at your words, heart thundering in his chest as he felt his body begin to overheat. He contemplated for a moment, considered it, before he shrugged off his jacket and nodded. “Get in the back,” he breathed, biting his lip as he watched you shrug off your own jacket before you crawled over the console to settle onto the backseat. He stared at you for a moment, admiring your kiss swollen lips and the content smile that quirked them, before he followed your lead and climbed into the back to join you.

As he settled over you, his body pressed close to yours in the tight confines of his backseat, Calum couldn’t believe he was in this position. He’d thought about it so many times, thought about you beneath him and moaning his name, and it was hard to believe that it was finally happening. You didn’t give him long to dwell, though, as you reached up and tangled your fingers in his hair. He gave in to you easily, allowed you to pull him in for another searing kiss, as his own hands slipped beneath the hem of your top. He’d always loved seeing you in blue, always thought it suited you the most, and he didn’t hesitate to tell you so as his hands brushed your sides.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, his voice reverential as he stared down at you. The awe was clear on his face, his eyes alight with such an intense happiness that it made you want to look away. Instead of responding, you pulled him back in for another kiss as your hands moved from his hair to the buttons of his shirt.

Calum allowed you to unbutton the buttons and tug at the material for a moment, indicating your desire to take it off, before he pulled away and shrugged his arms out of the top. As he did so, you leaned up as best as you could and pulled your own top over your head. He watched, swallowing thickly, as you pulled your own top over your head and tossed it into the front seat. Both of you stared, unashamed. You took in the smooth expanse of Calum’s chest, the tan skin and the few tattoos he kept hidden beneath his clothes, as his eyes roamed your exposed stomach and chest. He could tell that you hadn’t meant for this to happen, the bra you were wearing was one that he recognized as the least fashionable in your wardrobe, but he found it endearing. He liked that he got to see you as you were rather than as a caricature of yourself. But before he could repeat himself, he heard you whisper, “You’re so beautiful, Calum.”

He could tell by the way that you were looking at him that you meant every word. He could tell that you found him just as beautiful as he found you and he felt like his heart was going to burst from happiness as you reached out and brushed your fingers across his heated skin. He allowed you time to explore, gave you the freedom you needed to enjoy the moment, and watched the steady rise and fall of your chest as you traced your name against his skin. When your fingers returned to his hair, tugging lightly at the curls, he returned his lips to yours. His own hands found your chest with your guidance, his hands cupping your breasts through your bra and gently squeezing. His touch was lighter than you imagined it would be, more careful, and it made you happy to know just how much he really cared.

Calum took his time to explore your body, his hands leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he slipped them beneath your body to unclasp your bra. His lips remained on your skin, pressed against your neck or trailing over your chest, as your hands raked down the expanse of his stomach to unbuckle his belt. As his lips lavished attention on your breasts, pebbling each nipple and grinning when you shivered as he blew cool air on them, his hands worked to unbutton your jeans. His plan of slipping a hand into your pants didn’t quite work the way he imagined it would and he frowned at the tight jeans he thought he loved.

“You couldn’t have worn a skirt today?” he questioned, his tone teasing as he helped you shift to tug off your jeans.

“Didn’t know I’d be in this situation or I would’ve worn something else entirely,” you laughed, voice breathless as you press a hand to his chest to stop him from slotting back between your legs. “Yours, too,” you informed him, nodding toward his jeans. When he grinned at you, you rolled your eyes and watch as he shimmied out of them as best as he could.

“This isn’t what I imagined for our first time,” he informed you as he parted your thighs and brushed his fingers across the waistband of your panties. “I imagined it would be nicer, with candles or something,” he continued as you waited, holding your breath, for him to touch you. He decided to have mercy on you, to save the teasing for later, and nudged the fabric to the side. His fingers brushed your folds, delicate and careful as they gathered your arousal, and he bit back a groan at the feeling. You were so wet, just for him, and he was eager to please you. He wanted to make you cum, wanted to make you see stars and cry out his name, so he didn’t tease for long. 

He brushed your clit, his thumb barely nudging the sensitive nub, and he breathed out at your reaction. You were so sensitive for him that he didn’t know how long this was going to last. However, he liked to imagine that you’d be more than willing to go for another round so long as he made the first worthwhile.

He knew that you weren’t a virgin, knew that you lost it to that dickhead Harrington somewhere around your seventeenth birthday, but he also knew that that was the only sexual experience you’d had. Calum was careful to move slowly and deliberately as he slipped a finger into your entrance. He didn’t want to hurt you, didn’t want to give you any reason to change your mind about him, so he watched your face closely for any signs of discomfort. Your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth dropped open in a quiet sigh as he slowly worked you open, a second finger joining the first as he began to rub your clit with his thumb. As you writhed beneath him, focusing solely on the feeling of his fingers inside of you, Calum reached for a condom that he kept in the console.

You were so tight around his fingers, clenching around him every time he hits that certain spot, and he knew that neither of you would last long. So when you grabbed his hand to still it, he took that to mean that you wanted to cum with him inside of you.

You watched in wide-eyed anticipation as Calum rolled the condom onto his length and returned to his position between your thighs. He brushed the tip along your folds, gathering your wetness onto the latex, before he glanced at your face once more. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, the tip of his cock aligned with your entrance. “We can still stop,” he assured you.

In reply, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down, your lips brushing his as you whispered, “I’m so sure.” Calum nodded, his eyes focused on yours as he sank into you. 

You were tighter than he imagined you’d be, snug and warm around his cock. As he fully seated himself inside you, Calum had to pause to take a deep breath and collect himself. He already felt as if he were on the verge of cumming, already felt spent, and he laughed as he told you, “You feel so good, baby.”

“You feel good, too,” you assured him, your voice breathless and sounding just as fucked as he felt. You’d imagined this before, imagined him taking you in the backseat of his car and giving you the mind-blowing orgasm you’d always dreamt of, and the reality of the situation seemed to be better than anything you could’ve ever dreamt.

Calum remained still for a moment before he asked, “Can I move?” When you nodded, he gave an experimental thrust, both of you moaning at the sensation, before he set his pace. You weren’t sure if it was just because it was Calum and you’d been anticipating this moment for nearly a year or if he genuinely knew what he was doing, but Calum’s pace was perfect. He didn’t set a blistering pace that had you clinging to the seat and waiting for it to be over, nor did he drag out the process so long that you got bored. Instead, he alternated the two and kept you on your toes. He kept you guessing, kept you waiting for the next movement, and it thrilled you as he drove you closer and closer to the edge.

He could feel you clenching around him, could feel you getting tighter and tighter with each thrust, and it pushed him harder as he desperately wanted to make you feel good. He wanted to push you over the edge, wanted to make you see stars and need a moment to catch your breath, and that’s exactly what he did as his thumb found your clit once more. He brushed the sensitive nub, rubbing tight circles in an effort to bring you over the edge, and when you came with a cry of his name, he swore he’d never felt more accomplished.

Your orgasm triggered his own as you clenched around him like a vice and Calum buried his face in the crook of your neck as he stilled inside of you.

The pair of you remained like that for a moment, each of you attempting to catch your breath, before Calum pulled out and shook his head. “Fuck,” he breathed, head still swimming as he helped you gather your clothes and tug them back on haphazardly. He seemed to be at a loss for words and could only repeat, “Fuck,” as he dressed himself.

You laughed at that, laughed at how flustered he seemed, and pulled him into another quick kiss before you sat up and smiled at him. “Yeah,” you nodded, a bright grin on your lips and the marks on your neck on proud display, “fuck.”

“Language,” Calum teased, although he liked hearing dirty words leave such a pretty mouth. “Wouldn’t want anyone to think I’ve corrupted you.”

“We’re well past that,” you returned, just as playfully, as you reached out for his hand. “You’re a bad influence, Calum Hood. Smoking, drinking, driving too fast, and listening to all that heavy metal,” you hummed, your voice carrying a playful lilt that Calum loved to hear, “but I think I can be just as bad an influence as you if I want to.”

“Yeah?” he asked, eyebrow raised, “How is that?”

“Well, I just convinced you to fuck me in the backseat of your car,” you hummed, reaching out to brush your fingers across his chest, “but the night is still young. I’m sure I can be an even worse influence if you take me to your place.”

Calum stared at you, a smirk on his lips and a laugh of disbelief leaving him. Gone was the golden girl and in her place was a goddess, capable of destroying his life and putting the pieces back together even stronger than they were before. He knew that there was still a conversation to be had because his fears still lingered in the back of his mind. However, Calum was convinced that you were on to something. The happiness that he’d experienced with you, the pure joy that he felt whenever you spent time together and the love that he knew you both hold for one another, was enough for now. The future had yet to be determined. It loomed in the distance, scary and uncertain, but Calum believed that he could do just about anything just so long as you were by his side.

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Author’s Note: I want to do an actual, actual Stranger Things AU. Like, I would love to take this and either keep going with it (reader teaming up with Steve and Robin to fight the Russians and Cal getting jealous because she and Harrington were a thing once?). Also, I love muscle cars. And this is set in the 80s, in case anyone was wondering/hasn’t seen Stranger Things. Again,  you may have seen this but I wrote it and posted it elsewhere because I wanted to try something new. Anyway, enjoy.