#billy rocks / reader

[lottiette]

Hi honey, I've been following you for a while, I love your fics, spending hours reading them. I wanted to ask you, if it's okay with you and you have time, if you would like to write another fanfiction about hort, it's so underrated, I love you, have a good day<3

Hort X Ever! Reader

Authors note: Hi Libraia thank you so much for your request! I love Hort so much I’d die for him. I hope this writing is to your liking. I know that I’m super irregular with my writing it’s because I’m lazy and never have any ideas. But hope you enjoy. I love you to have a wonderful day/night. ❤️

Warning: Book Hort/Movie Hort, swearing. Not proofread. I think that’s it.

- He first saw you at that bullshit Ever/Never meeting thing. Where the Ever boys performed and stuff.

- He saw you and a spark lit his Never heart.

- He didn’t think an Ever would ever capture his eye, but you…you were so sweet and pure. You had a genuine smile on your face.

- Of course that was only a fantasy to Hort. You would never even notice him. He was a weasel Never boy, and you were an Ever, a princess/prince who would find a perfect prince/princess.

- That was until one day at lunch. He was getting picked on for being a weasel boy who couldn’t do more than sprout two hairs of a wolf.

“What a loser.” “Sad excuse for a Never. You couldn’t scare a fly-“ The hog boy who was spouting bullshit of insults in the weasel boy’s face got hit with something. He turns around to see you standing there. “Did you throw something at me?” He growls in hatred. You throw another rock at him. “Why you-“ and another. “HEY STO-“ oh. That one got him right in his third eye. He is bleeding. “THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR BEING NOTHING BUT A BIG BULLY!” You scream. The hog boy doesn’t like that. He starts charging at you. You scream naturally, and start running. Right as the hog boy is about to grab you Hort punches him right in his big borish face. Now you’re both running. Eventually you find yourselves hiding under a bridge like hide. You stick out your hand with a smile, “I’m (Name)”

- Hort sees the nicest Ever, ever.

- He couldn’t believe that you had did that for him. You could’ve gotten yourself killed, but you stood up for him.

- From that point on Hort is even more hopelessly devoted to you. He is going to protect you from everything he can.

- He’s the big bad wolf to your riding hood (Ever After High Red)

- You eat lunch with him from that point forward.

- Of course the hog boy did come back for a round two. You guys run each time to the same spot. Until it just gets old and you punch hog boy so hard he sees star. He leaves y’all alone after that.

- Hort does the little things for you. Opens your drinks/snacks. Get you anything you want. Helps you study, does your homework. All that stuff.

- He has an ANYTHING for you mindset. And “ANYTHING” means ANYTHING! From cookie to murder. He’ll do it.

- Being in a relationship with him is very loving.

- He looks at you like you put the moon in the sky.

- He’ll support anything you do. Any hobbies, traits, or anything whatever you do.

- He likes to give you feather kisses. Like little pepper flakes.

- And LOVES cuddles. Doesn’t matter where or when he wants to be touching you. He’ll pull you into him whenever.

- Not until later into the relationship will he touch your ass. He’s not going to smack it. He has the ultimate high respect for you. He will NOT be touching without your permission.

- And even if he does get your permission he’ll be reluctant to touch you that way. He’ll be a blushing boy

- If anyone else touches you they won’t have hands to touch you with anymore.

- He will not play around when it comes to your safety.

- All the Ever boys/girls trying to flirt with you, he hates it.

- He already thinks you’re too good for him but he knows that anyone else isn’t good enough for you.

- He might get a bit insecure sometimes because he will get in his head and start thinking that maybe you should be with an Ever. That maybe they can treat you better. (They can’t)

- He’s possessive. He wants you to himself because he doesn’t trust anyone else and he isn’t losing you.

- He’s not leaving you. No matter how sad or mad you are.

- He’s not going to be the best at comforting you when sad because he’s never really experienced that but he’ll try. He wants to punch and kill your problems and he will if he can but if not he’ll cuddle you and sniff your hair.

- I think that he likes to bring you trinkets like “oh a pretty rock” or “oh a butterfly wing” just little things he finds he wants to give to you.

- I think he likes to have his hair played with.

- You two have to sneak out to meet each other.

- Most nights under the moon in the forest are more magical than the one before it. You two lay in the grass just holding onto each other and telling the other about all the things they’ve missed and whatever else

- Just let him sniff your hair, hold you, steal your items occasionally, and he’ll be just fine.

- He promises you that one day he’ll get you out of the bullshit school and give you everything you’ve ever wanted and more.

[polydeuces]

Your Camera roll if you were a rockstar! ☆

⭐︎ — switching it up this time. sorry for my absence i have been busy but i am working on requests/requests are open!

[highinmiamiii]

LONDON CALLING 🇬🇧

rockstar gf!reader x billy butcher moodboard

ok so we all know billy is a brit right? i mean the terror jar with the union jack dogtag says all that needs to be said. now, i’m not british at all but as a girl that listens to british bands/artists and loves a good union jack motif here and there for some reason, i fully believe brit rock billy would date a girl who’s also super into his music and english punk culture. like just imagine them going to random underground punk shows together and drunkenly sneaking off to the sleazy gross bathrooms to mess around. and when you guys come back to get a couple more drinks before heading out, billy’s neck is covered in your dark red lipstick, your hair is ruffled messily and there are red scratches and crescent shaped nail marks from you digging your nails into his shoulder visible through the band tee with cut off arms….god i want to tear him apart.

[promptthebear]

You ask and I deliver ✌️ I’ve wanted to do this prompt for awhile now anyway and Billy is as good an excuse as any I guess 😜

Billy Russo NSFW Alphabet

CW: NO MINORS. It's exactly what it says on the tin, everyone. This is pretty filthy, you've been warned. Also Dom/Sub content included, discussions of kinky topics, some swearing, mentions of abuse and assault. If I missed anything, tell me.

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

So, I figure Billy is actually pretty good at aftercare but it’s in part because he gets off on taking a mental inventory of all the things he’s done to you.

He’s also a grown ass man who’s a bit of a sl- had lots of experience so he knows how to take care of his partner. Expect a warm washcloth, a bottle of water, some fruit to keep your stamina up and a shared shower if you need it.

You can also expect a few more sleepy, slow orgasms while he’s cleaning you up. The man can’t help himself, you’re naked, pliant and every bite mark, scratch and spot of cum is a pleasant reminder of the uh…recreational time you’ve just had. He’s gonna tease a few more out of you while he’s got the washcloth between your legs or he’s washing off your breasts. What can I say? He likes spoiling you.

He’s not a big cuddler though, a bad habit left over from years of one night stands. That’ll change once he’s stuck around for awhile though, Billy secretly loves pillow talk and relishes in the fucked out contentment on your face and the slight hoarse edge to your voice after you’ve been screaming.

There’s also just something so intimate and normal about having your naked body pressed to his side, limbs and blankets all tangled up together while sun streams through the curtains. It’s that sense of domesticity and home he never got growing up and once he gets a taste, he’s going to be addicted.

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

His di-

I’m kidding. We all know Billy the Beaut loves his face. Despite the care he puts into keeping the rest of his body in shape, he could take or leave it.

After all the abuse he’s suffered over the years, Billy’s become pretty detached from his body. It’s just something other people can put to use for their own needs, whether that’s the Marines, his revolving door of lovers or the people who want to hire him for his less than savoury skills. His face however? That’s always been uniquely his, something nobody can take away from him and is also an excellent tool for getting what he wants.

In terms of what he likes on his lover? Ass. So much ass. Any size, any shape, he loves it and he’s gonna have his hands all over it. If you two move in together you won’t be able to walk more than a couple feet in your own home without him giving you a swat across your cheeks. Having company over does NOT make a difference, Billy wants what he wants and he’s gonna take it no matter who’s watching. He has no shame.

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

Giiiiiiiirrrrllll…

Hope you’re ready for him to make a mess of things.

Nothing is safe. After having so many casual hook ups, he’s gotten really creative about where he’s going to empty his seed. Back, ass, breasts, thighs, the sheets, the headboard, on his own stomach, he’s not a picky guy. However, he’ll probably ask if he’s going to do it somewhere more dicey like your face, mouth, or inside.

In all honesty though? His favourite places are in your mouth or inside you. When you go down on him he is 100% the type to ask you to open your mouth before you swallow. He loves seeing it, it gives him a sense of control and possession like nothing else can.

Coming inside you is also a special treat, only because it feels extra intimate and close. We know Billy gets around, and because of that he’s always been extra careful about having protection, keeping his STD tests up to date and generally not fucking around about safe sex (no pun intended).

When the two of you have been together long enough for that to be an option, Billy knows it means the two of you have moved past the “friends with benefits” stage and into something more serious. He also loves how close cumming inside lets him feel to you, since it’s intimacy without having to do the extra emotional legwork. It’s also another way for him to take possession and control over you. You can bet your ass there are some days he sends you on your merry way with that mess still between your legs, no underwear and the shortest skirt your job allows.

If you work for him? Good luck getting anything done that day. He’s gonna be dragging you into his office every five minutes to have a peek at his handiwork. Prepare to rack up some overtime.

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

Billy is an open book. There is very little this man is ashamed of sharing with you when it comes to sex and his kinks.

But, everyone has secrets. And in this case, for Billy, you’re looking more at something softer and emotional. What he really wants, deep down, is the kind of life he stole from Frank. The house with the yard, the wife, the 2.5 kids and a yellow lab named Buddy. However, there’s the fantasy and there’s what’s possible.

As much as he wants that life, Billy also knows he’s not the right kind of man for it. He had a glimpse of how things could be when Maria and the kids were still alive, and we all know how that turned out. He’s been dreaming of a home since he was a kid, but with the way he grew up, the lifestyle he keeps and the hate that’s in his heart? Nope. It’s fast cars, fast women and money to burn until someone puts a bullet between his eyes. No picket fences here.

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

Does a bear shit in the woods???? God, Billy’s been skirt chasing and fooling around since he hit high school. He’s fucked six ways to Sunday and back again, and can probably teach his more experienced partners a few tricks. This man talks the talk but he has the skills to back it up in spades.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Honestly I can see Billy loving a good old fashioned doggy style same as any red blooded American ass guy. If he can grab the hips and booty and make you scream face down into the pillow while he ruts on you like a goddamn animal? Well, he’s a happy man.

However, for all the crazy shit he’s done and the wild stories he’s got, there’s something about missionary that he also loves. Once again, it comes down to the intimacy of that kind of position. Plus, he can see and has access to everything. Every little change in expression, every little sound you make, he’s filing away for later.

He’s also the type to make you look him in the eye while you cum. Odds are he’s gonna grab hold of your jaw and turn your face towards his when he feels you starting to clench. Unless you're super uncomfortable with the idea, this is non negotiable. Billy wants to see the results of his work.

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

Generally I can see Billy taking sex pretty seriously. He loves to tease you but it’s very rare that he’s going to be out and out silly. Think less clown and more mouthy shithead.

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

Honestly, Billy keeps his pubic hair just like the hair anywhere else on his body. Immaculately groomed and styled to his liking. He's a big fan of "manscaping" and while he personally likes having a neatly trimmed patch down there, he'll go bare if you ask. It's brown just like the hair on his head, curly, and surprisingly pleasant to the touch.

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

If you're only casual with Billy, romance just isn't a thing. The man is no stranger to well...strangers in his bed, and when you're just trying to get off there isn't much use for rose petals or mood lighting. Don't expect too much effort besides clean sheets and him taking a shower beforehand. You're both grown adults, you know why you're here, and wrapping it up in a fancy package won't change that.

If you've been with him for awhile though? Well, first and foremost, after Billy's gone through the existential crisis of having you in his life long term, you can expect a lot of romance coming your way. Fancy candles? Yep. Silk sheets? Got 'em. Carefully curated playlist on Spotify? You bet. Hell, if you want rose petals, Billy will get them. He loves spoiling you, and showing off just how much cash he can afford to throw your way.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

So, this might be kind of weird, but I can see Billy not really being the type to masturbate? And that's only because he's never really had to work at finding willing partners. If found himself getting antsy and pent up, a quick trip to any well frequented local club solves that problem.

After meeting you? Well, you're here to take care of him, so what's the point?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Domination/Submission: Can we say Daddy Dom????? Honestly he likes to be called some variation of Daddy or Sir or even Mr. Russo and he is THE OG brat tamer. Mouth off or pout in front of this man, I dare you. You won't be able to walk right for at least a week after.

Spanking: This sort of falls into the previous kink, but I also feels like it deserves it's own category. As established in B, Billy is an ass guy. Which means he's also a spanking kind of guy, as long as you're into that. Nine times out of ten, if you're giving him shit he's going to punish you by throwing you over his knee and turning those pretty cheeks of yours bright red. You wanna cry about it? Should've thought about that before you acted out.

Humiliation: This mostly comes out in like a name calling sort of way. Billy has a filthy mouth and Lord does he know how to use it. He loves calling you every name in the book, and telling you exactly how he plans to use every hole you've got. The way he coos "slut" and "needy bitch" at you is downright sinful, and almost enough to make you cum on the spot. He also loooooooves having you on your knees, but will provide you with a special pillow to use each time. He has to take care of his baby, after all.

Rope play: We all know Billy loves control above all else, and tying you up to be used for every dirty fantasy he has ticks all the right boxes. He's got a healthy collection of handcuffs, silk ropes and fancy bondage tape he makes ample use of. Don't be surprised if he leaves you tied to the bed while he goes to work either. Just the thought of you waiting there, naked, vulnerable and ready has him rushing to take an early lunch on more than one occasion.

Orgasm denial: Oooh is this man ever a tease. Again, it comes back to control. Billy loves nothing more than to push you to the brink, only to pull away at the last second and have you begging for him to finish what he started. You can curse him until you're blue in the face for it, but you're not cumming until he says so, and as he's so fond of telling you, good girls always say please.

Spoiling/Sugar Daddy: Is there another phrase for this??? Idk but the basic idea is that Billy love, love loooovves to let you run wild with his credit card. Nothing is too good for his babygirl, whether it's designer clothes, front row theatre tickets or this year's newest and hottest sports car. Ask nicely enough and it's yours. Bonus points if you grew up like him or in any household where money was scarce. That makes spoiling you extra delicious, and don't be surprised if he just appears with spontaneous piles of presents or a spur of the moment weekend get away to some exotic destination.

Overstimulation: On the other side of the coin from orgasm denial, Billy will also having you cumming until you don't know your own name or even the year. He'll push your body to the limits, even when you've got tears in your eyes and you're shaking from the toll it's taking. Him whispering "Just one more for me, just one more" in your ear could have you going for weeks.

Knife Play: We all knew this was coming...but not the way you think. Billy isn't the type to cut your skin (I'll elaborate on this more in N) but your clothes on the other hand? Thank goodness he's got enough cash to keep your wardrobe full or you'd be in trouble. It doesn't matter how much that new lingerie set was, if he's in the mood he's cutting it off.

Marking: Again, there's going to be some more about this in N, but when it comes to hickies, bite marks and cum? You're his, and Billy wants the world to know. He's about to mark up every inch of your pretty flesh, and it wouldn't be uncommon for you to find bite marks on your ass sometimes. Also, buy some high necked shirts. You're gonna need them.

Choking: ....we all know it's true. No, I will not elaborate.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Okay, so your bedroom is kind of a given. Billy shelled out for a king size bed and expensive linens and the two of you are going to make the most of it. He also loves the time it allows him to take with you, he isn't the type to turn down a quickie but the man is an artist when it comes to sex and you're his canvas. A true masterpiece requires effort and lots of attention.

Outside of that, he's not too picky. Alleyway behind the club? Sure. Back of the limo? Why not? Mile high club? If that's what you want. His absolute favourite "outside the box" location though is his office at Anvil. You've been bent over that desk more times than you can count, and you know there's going to be many similar scenarios playing out in the future. Thank God that door locks and he's the only one on the floor.

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

Oh, with Billy you know it doesn't take much. He is DTF at the drop of a hat, and more often than not he's trying to initiate things.

However, if we want to get specific, he loves when you're doing domestic things like cleaning, cooking dinner or washing the dishes. This man 100% has a housewife kink, and he loves coming home to find you waiting for him dressed in the clothes he bought you, in the penthouse he paid for.

He also loves when you're very caring or maternal with him. The man doesn't have a Mommy kink per say, there's too much trauma for that and he's too much of a control freak to be submissive, but he's also been so starved for attention his whole life anything you give him is going to get him going.

Lingerie is also a big thing with him. Your walk in closet is absolutely stuffed with La Perla, Cosabella and Sarrieri, and odds are he's probably had a couple of custom pieces made just for you too.

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

I touched on this a little in K, but while Billy lives to mark you up, he doesn't want to make you bleed or do anything that's going to cause permanent damage. There's just been too much pain in his life for that, and you're his favourite toy. He doesn't want to break you.

Sharing is also out. Billy is too controlling and selfish for that, and is surprisingly jealous under the confident swagger. All that is really just a facade to cover up his insecurities, and anything that touches on those is going to set him off big time.

Consensual non-consent is another thing I can see Billy not being too big on. You being turned on and into it is a big requirement for him, and even just pretending to be scared or turned off is going to kill the mood really quickly. He was also overseas and has seen the real life consequences of that shit in warzones far too often for him to think about it as anything more than an outright crime. Billy might be a manipulative, toxic, murdering bastard but there are some lines even he won't cross.

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

Lol sorry, I couldn't resist.

Honestly, Billy is happy to give as good as he gets. He loves to have you on your knees, his cock in your pretty mouth and those doe eyes staring up at him, but will also eat you out like a man starved. He is very good at it and wants to show off. He lives for that starstruck look in your eyes afterwards, knowing he's just ruined you for anyone else in the future.

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

When you start fucking Billy, fast and rough is all you're going to get. He wants to keep emotion out of the equation for awhile, which means keeping things quick and dirty suits him fine.

It's only after the two of you have an established relationship and he knows you're going to stick around for awhile that Billy is willing to slow things down. After that point, he'll switch back and forth depending on his mood and what you like best.

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

As I sort of touched on above, a new relationship with Billy is going to mean a lot of quickies. He's not planning to keep you at first, so why bother putting in the effort for a good, long fuck session when he can get the job done for both of you in half the time?

When you become a long term part of his life, the amount of time you spend having sex increases significantly. It's not that Billy would turn down a quickie at this point, but he does his best work when he's given a few hours, or all night if you can take it.

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

Billy's down to try anything with you, at least once. Risk taking is part of his nature, and that applies to the bedroom. As long as it doesn't violate anything listed under N, it's an option.

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

....the man can literally go for hours and hours, between his Marine training and his own physical regimen, he's got energy to spare. You almost always wear out before he does, and he takes a lot of pride in that.

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

Billy probably has lots of BDSM equipment lying around, I mentioned ropes and that kind of thing under K, but I can't really see him being the type to have dildos or vibrators on hand. If you have those things, however, and want to bring them out one night? Well, he's not going to complain. Especially if one of those vibrators is remote controlled.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man. Is. RELENTLESS. God, you better have some patience because he is going to try every trick he can to fluster you and turn you into a blushing, squirming mess before he walks off like he hasn't done a blessed thing wrong. If you try to turn the tables though? You're brave, and probably more than a little stupid. Billy will make you pay for that, big time.

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

Billy makes about an average amount of noise? He grunts and moans a fair bit, but he's not exactly what you call loud. The most sound you get is when he cums, but you wouldn't hear it if you were in the next room over.

You, on the other hand? If you're loud, Billy's going to find ways to make you louder. If you're on the quieter side, it is now his personal mission to make you louder. Good luck.

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

In my personal opinion, Billy is bisexual. I mean, just look at him and Frank. However, given the rampant homophobia in the army and toxic masculinity in general, it's not really a part of himself he's open about or that he's ready to talk about yet. Maybe someday.

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

He's not packing as much heat as he brags about Frank's got him beat sorry but you're working with a solid six inches and man does he know how to use it. Girth wise he's about average, and he's also circumcised. The slit on his head is actually really sensitive, so have fun with that.

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

Sky fucking high. You'd need NASA numbers to calculate exactly how much. However, he has wicked self control and if he's riled, sometimes you don't know until he's shoved you up against the wall and shoving his hard on against your thigh.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

So, Billy isn't what I'd really call a "good" sleeper. Like, if he needs to sleep the military's taught him tricks to do that in seconds, but if he's not on tour? Well, trauma nightmares and general paranoia tend to give him lots of sleepless nights.

Usually, after sex he'll sit and stroke your back or talk softly to you until you fall asleep. Then, he'll throw on a pair of sweatpants and use this time as an opportunity to either get some work for Anvil done, sneak out if he's got an assignment or get some workout time in. It's pretty normal for you to wake up to either a coffee and pastry sitting on the nightstand or Billy banging around in the kitchen, making breakfast.

It's only after you've been around for a while that Billy will stay in bed and sleep through the night. Your closeness, warmth, and the soothing sounds of your breathing knock him right out. He also gets fewer nightmares with you around, and if they do wake him, all he has to do is reach for you and he instantly feels safe enough to fall back asleep again.

[decodedlvr]

he looks like billy hargrove at this angle 🥴

[just1riqht]

where’s the Tre Cool fanfiction

[heliads]

okay, hopefully you have room for more than one request from me !! this time, could i pretty please request billy rocks with a gender-neutral reader, since you know i have to send in my obligatory magnificent seven request ? the reader is a member of the seven and their resident medic, in charge of patching up everyone else’s injuries after a fight. they’ve had a kind of flirting banter thing going on with billy for a while, but neither of them are planning on really doing anything about it anytime soon, until the reader collapses after a battle because they ignored their own injuries in favor of helping the others and billy completely freaks out. when the reader finally wakes up, the others tell them that billy hasn’t left their side the entire time they were out, and after billy soundly scolds them for ignoring their own health, they finally confess ?

again, obviously you don’t have to right this if you’d rather not, but if you do, thank you so much in advance, and i hope you’re doing well !! <3

'living, surviving' - billy rocks

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He will die tomorrow morning, but now, while the town of Rose Creek is still quiet and dark, Billy Rocks is alive. Alive and alone. No one sees him, no one knows him. He remains invisible, curtained by deep shadow. He looks around him at the wavering lights of candles in windows, and wonders, depressingly, when they’ll get blown out by gunshots. When every glass pane shatters, when every roof collapses, when each body falls and friend goes missing, Billy will remember this night, back when nothing had gone wrong yet.

The wind whistles through the slots in the door out back, bringing with it the vague lilts of laughter and conversation from a few doors down. There are people here who still harbor hopes of walking out of tomorrow morning’s fight alive, and they’ve gathered around fires or drinks to convince themselves that it’ll happen. Not Billy, though. Billy, as per usual, is alone.

He likes being alone, though. It lets him see what others don’t. Billy remembers being a child once, a long time ago in a place that was not this one. A schoolmate of his, a friend, maybe, had shown him a print of an ancient warship in the book with a proud figurehead at the front cut out to look like the head of a god. It was meant to guard the ship, apparently, and keep it from harm.

It had always struck Billy as a rather lonesome thing. One god, brought down to land in the form of a wooden carving, always staring ahead sightlessly and separated from the crew. Forever bond to solitude. Watching out for the men aboard that would never look it in the eyes.

Now, though, Billy thinks that he quite understands it. He is alone now, hidden comfortably in the shadows such that his eyes have adjusted to the darkness. Tucked away in a dark corner, he can see the various inhabitants of Rose Creek nervously passing the time before they’ll likely lose their lives. Lost in drink or card games, doing their best to do too much so their minds can’t sit and think about how little time they’ve got left, nobody has the patience or nerve to check for things hiding in the shadows. They certainly don’t look hard enough to find him.

They wouldn’t if they tried. Billy has had a lot of time to perfect the art of remaining out of sight. He shows off when he wants to, twirling a silver knife just right so the lithe blade reflects the sun like an arc of pure light, but he prefers being quiet. He’ll let Goodnight do the talking, or Billy’s knives. When he’s quiet, he can watch. When he’s quiet, he can learn the secrets about people that they aren’t aware they’re telling. He can guide his crew from the shadows. He can lead them from his place alone above the stormy water.

Usually, no one can find Billy unless he wants them to. The exception, of course, is Goodnight, because as business partners, it became somewhat of a necessity to find Billy when need be, so he’s let that slide. Tonight, though, with Goodnight gone and everyone else highly strung due to the battle looming ahead, Billy doesn’t think he’ll be found.

That makes it even more surprising when he is. Billy sees this new arrival coming, of course, but he assumes they’ll veer off towards the bar, or that they’ll go laugh with the drinkers or the dancers like everyone else sees fit on this restless night. Instead, their path stays true, and they not only find Billy at once but pull up a chair next to him. Like the only thing they want to do on what may be their last night alive is to spend time with him. Like Billy is the only person worth seeing at all.

Ordinarily, Billy Rocks has no problem holding his tongue. He’ll whisper a few biting jokes here or there, typically never above the volume of a sigh, but he’s never had a problem with keeping his peace. Tonight seems to be a night of surprises, though, because Y/N L/N, their resident medic, has hardly sat down before Billy’s asking them cautiously, “You don’t want to be with the others, then?”

Y/N glances towards him, surprised, as if they hadn’t even realized this would be an option. “Now, why would I do that when I’ve got such pleasant company here with me?”

Billy chuckles in spite of himself. “It’s not the most entertaining of company.”

“Mmm,” they hum, “but I like it better that way, I think. Tonight’s not a night for shouting. Seems wrong that way.”

Billy lets out a slow breath. He can feel his fingers curling at his sides, readying themselves for triggers or blades come the next morning. “No, it doesn’t,” he agrees.

Quiet falls. Billy waits for them to leave, but they don’t. They stay, and they smile at him, warm in the lamplight from across the room, and say, “You don’t mind me being here, do you?”

“Of course not,” Billy replies hastily. “Besides, what sort of man would I be to kick out our medic the night before a fight? I can’t risk upsetting you now, sweetheart. You might do something wild, like sew me up with pink thread.”

Y/N laughs. Billy finds himself glad for the isolation again– out there in the main room of the bar, the sound of Y/N’s laughter might have blended in with the stomping of heels, the creaking of wood, but out here, with nothing else to disguise it but his own bated breath, Billy delights in it entirely. The sound curls around him like music, and his fingers twitch again, this time not to reach for a weapon but to hold their laughter. To hold them, maybe. It’s a good thing he knows better. It’s a good thing he doesn’t want that more than anything, because if he did, he might do something foolish like try.

“I’d never mess with you,” they grin. “Promise. It would ruin my reputation.”

“Wouldn’t just ruin your reputation, it would ruin my skin,” Billy grumbles, but he’s smiling again.

Y/N knows it too. They always seem to smile all the brighter when he’s smiling too, like it’s a bet they’ve won. “I wouldn’t dare,” they promise. “Besides, I can’t go threatening one of our best shooters the night before I fight, can I? What sort of friend would I be? I need you on my side to keep me safe.”

Billy arches a brow. “I’ve seen you with a gun, darling. I’m pretty sure you can keep yourself safe all on your own.”

Y/N’s lips curl suggestively. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Something hot rushes through the back of his neck. “I leave it to you to find the fun in a gunfight,” Billy says hoarsely. Changing the subject is the safest thing to do right now. It’s safer than leaning closer, than returning Y/N’s fire with fire. Safer than touching them, which is what he wants to do right now most of all.

This is not the night for that, Billy reminds himself. They’re going to die tomorrow and he won’t cloud either of their judgment. So, even though he wants nothing more than to keep testing this theory and see where they break, he forces himself to pull back and resume a normal conversation. He encourages Y/N to get some rest before everything goes to hell tomorrow, and hopefully, they will. Y/N’ll have a lot of hard work headed their way by dawn. He doesn’t want them any more stressed than they need to be.

The sun rises, bringing trouble with it. Bogue brings a lot of men, too many by Billy’s estimate. He grits his teeth as he watches them ride in, and prepares himself for a long, bloody morning. They’ve set up a small medical center in one of the better protected buildings where Y/N can practice their craft. If Billy can only make sure none of Bogue’s thugs make it to them, he’ll die a happy man.

Y/N, however, doesn’t seem to like the idea of sitting pretty while their friends die. Ordinarily, Billy wouldn’t blame them for that, but he can’t deny that his heart starts racing whenever they sprint out into the streets to tend to the wounds of their fallen friends. Once Goodnight turns up, the other man wastes no time in teasing Billy about his obvious partiality to the brazen medic, but Billy’s only half listening, anyway. He can’t both partake in snide comments and keep Y/N alive, and he’s really only interested in one of those things.

The battle rages on, then, startlingly enough, quiets. Bodies line the streets, both the dead and the injured. Y/N has been moving non stop almost the entire time; how they haven’t passed out from exhaustion, Billy has no clue. He sees them swaying slightly on their feet as they move from patient to patient, and mentally reminds himself to make sure they’re doing alright. He just needs a little more time to clear the enemy from the town, then he’ll be free to check on them.

Once the final thug has been killed or chased off, Billy starts scanning the area for Y/N. A couple friends mention that they saw the medic recently, but none of them can point him in the right direction. He checks the medical center, but it’s only inhabited by the groaning injured, not sunny would-be doctors with a spark in their eye and a quick joke on their tongue. 

Heading outside again, Billy completes a slow loop around the building, but he can’t find them anywhere. Panic starting to grow in his chest, he pulls aside Sam when the other man walks by.

“You haven’t seen Y/N around, have you?” Billy asks hastily.

Sam gives him a slow, worried look. “Now that you mention it, I’m not sure that I have. They were keeping plenty busy while the fighting was hot, but it’s been a while since they crossed my path.”

Billy nods, not even sparing the time for a thank you before continuing on his careening search through the city. As he paces down the streets, some of his friends make to approach him, but he brushes them all off. Nothing matters except finding Y/N. Nothing matters except finding Y/N.

And then, almost by accident, he does. It isn’t how he’d expected. Somehow, some naive part of him was hoping he’d find them in the tavern, already with a drink in hand, or surrounded by some awestruck sharpshooters, dazzling them with their wit. Anything that would guarantee their safety. Anything that would keep them out of harm.

In reality, when he finds Y/N, it’s no different than finding any of the other fallen bodies. They’re slumped against the wall of a building, a roll of bandages fallen loosely from their hand. There’s a man unconscious next to them, a friend of theirs who’d evidently suffered from a gash across the arm. Billy spots Y/N’s expert handiwork in the form of a clean wrap across the injury, but the one who seems to need medical care now is Y/N themself.

Hurriedly, he crouches by them, lifting a hand to check for a pulse. “Y/N?” He asks, his voice wavering.

Y/N stirs slightly, their eyes half-lidded. “Billy? That you?”

“It’s me,” he confirms. “Sweetheart, what happened?”

They move slightly, grimacing in pain, and that’s when Billy notices the dark splash of red seeping out of their waistcoat. “Sweetheart,” he repeats unsteadily, “Don’t tell me you got shot, now. You can’t just bleed out like that without getting yourself some help.”

“I had to help him,” Y/N whispers. “That’s what mattered.”

“No, you’re what matters,” Billy hisses. “Fuck the rest. You were supposed to put your health above theirs.”

Y/N manages a slight slip of a grin, not even a half-smile, and the obvious pain it causes them makes Billy’s heart clench in his chest. “Now, what kind of medic would I be if I did that?”

“A safe one,” he sighs. “Now, come on. I’m going to pick you up and get you some help, alright? Don’t you dare close your eyes. I need you to stay with me.”

“I like staying with you,” Y/N mumbles as Billy picks them up.

“I’m glad to hear it,” he tells them. 

Y/N feels deathly still in his arms, and Billy doesn’t want to give that a single moment of his attention. All that matters is sprinting back to the medical center; calling for someone, anyone to help him; carefully setting Y/N down on a clear bit of space. He has to be moved away from the table so the doctor can treat them, so intent is Billy on staying within reach, and the second they tell him that Y/N’s going to be okay, he’s right back by their side.

Y/N will wake up soon, they tell him. Just a bit of exhaustion and blood loss. Y/N’s made of tough stuff, they’ll be alright. When they open their eyes again, Billy will be right by their side. This time, he has something he’d like to tell them, and this time, there isn’t anything holding them back from the love they were always meant to share.

requested by @faerieroyal, i hope you enjoy!

all tags list: @wordsarelife

[ilovebeingmatchedup]

Hi! I’m Frankee or Kenny. I go by xae/he/they/honk. Please use them!!

I do imagines, headcanons, matchups, mood boards, fanfics, and any other requests!

My main fandom right now is Chuck E. Cheese/RAE, but I am willing to do any other fandom!

I TAKE:

- sfw

- fluff

-oc x canon

- anything not too icky!!

I WILL NOT TAKE:

- NSFW

- minor x adult

-any icky stuff >:(

-anything triggering to anyone

Thank you for checking out my page!! This will be updated as the time goes. Masterlist will be posted soon :)

[paulaarcem]

hey this is my billie playlist (almost all of her songs)

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1cxnSHRRGuWVnBf6kUgrSH?si=aT13kZnCRGWXC6H8Cz7yjA&pi=u-qXdRmUTqTBqp

[alien-4-life]

i spent an hour on this,better be worth it

(The guy is Billie joe Armstrong) AM SO BAD AT DRAWING I DONT REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I DREW DIGITALLY SO THIS IS MY FIRST TIME IN MONTHS MAYBE A YEAR🙏

[devilbg]

Test Post

This post is only here for testing purposes. I'm a noob at navigating tumblr, and this is my first time trying to write on here (even though ive written a lot before on different platforms).

Until the first of many on here come out, enjoy this picture of Beach Bear from the crazy colander head night back in the 80's :)

[yandere-wishes]

How do you feel about Stu/Sidney as a couple?

Honestly Anon I'm more (a huge) Stu/Tatum and Billy/Sidney shipper! I never even thought of Stu/Sidney as a couple, more as just really close friends. But I can see Stu's appeal, he has an unhinged charm to him that's unnerving but magnetic at the same time.

Honestly, I'd give anything to be chased by Stu and Billy, scared and helpless only to end up trapped between them~💜

All this being said, in all of Scream my FAV character will always be Tatum! She is my queencore forever!! I love her so much and really really wish that she got to survive until the end.

[markdelonge]

“ i'm in love ”

not my gif !

note: i am so sorry !!!!!!!!! that this took forever!!!!!!!!!!!! i wanted to take some time to learn about billie before writing about him bc i didn't know anything other than him being in green day so i spent a week listening to their music and watching interviews AND i was originally gonna do a "dating billie" type thingy but i gave up half way thru bc i was running out of headcannon thingys but its in my drafts so if u want it just lmk

...

request?: yes

pairing: billie joe armstrong x female!reader

contains: bad writing, age gap

keys: Y/F/N = your friend's name. Y/F/F = your favorite food

...

You walked into a fancy restaurant that you had never heard the name of before, fiddling with the hem of your knee-length skirt as you walked up to the waitress standing behind a desk.

"Hi, Just one?" She asked as she picked up a menu.

"Um, No, I-I'm supposed to be meeting someone here. By the name of 'Billie' You started, chewing on your lip from your anxiety.

"Billie Armstrong, I think" You finished

You watched as she looked down at a chart she had as she ran her finger down the paper.

"Y/N?" She asked as she smiled back up to you.

"Yes, that's me" You smiled back, a little bit of your anxiety going away.

"Right this way" She said after she walked from behind the desk and started leading you to the table that an unfamiliar face sat at.

Your anxiety immediately came back as you watched him stand up and he smiled at you.

"There will be someone to come ask for your orders soon" The woman smiled once more before turning to continue her job.

You looked back at the man who was standing in front of you, your friend was not lying when she said that he was attractive. He was shorter than you imagined, though. Taller than less than 5 inches, you didn't really care that much about it.

"Hello. Y/N, right? He asked before sticking his hand out.

You took his hand in your and lightly shook it

"Yes, and you're Billie?" You smiled, mentally cringing.

All he did was nod before breaking the handshake and sitting back down which you followed his actions and looked down at your lap and fiddled with your thumbs.

You looked back up to him to see him already looking at you with an adorable smile plastered on his face.

"So, do you know what you're gonna get yet?" You asked before biting the inside of your cheek and lifting the fancy restaurant's fancy menu.

"No not yet, I haven't even ordered a drink yet"

You looked up at him and your eyes took a second to study the table, noticing that nothing but the menus, salt, pepper and a bouquet of fake flowers were on the table

"How long were you waiting?" You asked, your stomach flipping, hoping that it wasn't long.

"Not that long, maybe like 10 minutes."

"Thank God" You thought to yourself

"So, Y/N, tell me a little about yourself" He stated with a charming smile which was enough to make you smile back

"Well, my full name is Y/F/N, I just recently turned 31"

You continued to talk about yourself, answering the questions he had for you and trying to leave out anything that made you seem lame.

After about 3 minutes of talking about yourself and laughing, the waiter had finally walked up to the table

"Hello, what can I get you two for drinks?" She asked, pulling out a pen from her apron.

Billie looked over to you as if he was waiting for you to answer. You looked down at the menu for a couple seconds before making up your mind.

You lightly cleared your throat before speaking

"I'll have sweet tea"

The lady wrote down what you had said before looking over to Billie

"And what about you, Sir?"

"A pepsi would be cool"

She raised her eyebrow before writing down what he had said then closed her notebook pad and put her pen away.

"I'll be back with your drinks shortly" She smiled and walked away

"Did you see the way she looked at me?" Billie leaned closer over the table and whispered so she wouldn't be able to hear him which made you laugh

"She's probably confused on why we didn't order champagne or something" You whispered before looking around you

"This is a very nice restaurant" You finished.

Your friend, who was also your roommate, had completely set up the date. She was in charge of the day, the time, where it was and she refused to tell either of you what the name of the restaurant was all she did was give you guys each other's names and the address to the restaurant.

"Yeah, I feel underdressed right now" He said in a more normal voice and sitting up straight.

"Me too, I wish Y/F/N would've warned me that this restaurant was gonna be so fancy, I'm used to dates at Applebee's" You joked and silently praised yourself when you saw the smile that showed up on Billie's face

"So, you go on a lot of dates?" He joked back

"Oh, all the time" You replied sarcastically, dragging out "all" to put more emphasis on it.

"I just got back from a date before I came here" You fake bragged, having no idea where you got the confidence to joke with him the way you were.

"Oh, yeah?" He raised an eyebrow

You hummed and nodded your head.

"Where'd you go?" He asked

"Uhh, Applebee's" You said in a "duh" voice.

Your response made him laugh loudly which caught the attention of some people around you. The two of you both looked at the people who were most-likely silently judging you before looking back at each other and laughing more.

The waitress soon came back with your drinks and took your orders. He had ordered Chicken Alfredo while you ordered Y/F/F, that being your go-to food whenver you went out (which wasn’t a lot).

“Okay, Billie, you know almost everything about me, tell me about you” You said before taking a sip of your drink.

You learned lots about him, like his middle name being “Joe”, how he’s in a band called “Green Day”, which you were suprised to hear, given the fact that you knew a couple of their songs, maybe like 2 or 3, you never took the time to see who was in the band though. You also found out that he was 9 years older than you, making him 40. That took you aback given the fact that he looked very close to your age but you brused it off, deciding to give him a chance since it had been so long since anyone had shown any interest in you.

“Wait, so if you play in a rock band you must like rock music, right?” Your face lit up with excitment, you had finally found someone who liked the same music as you. 

“Yeah, I love it” He said after he took a sip of his pepsi

“Do you have a favorite band?” You asked, curious on what his answer was gonna be

“Uhh, I don’t really have a favorite at this moment, but I used to really like Operation Ivy, if you know who they ar-” 

You had cut him off with a gasp once you had registered what he said

“No. Way.” You said a little dramatic.

“I loved them all throughout high school! I used to be so bummed that I couldn’t see them live because when I had started listening, they were already broken up” You pouted, remembering the teenage version of you complaining to your parents about how sad you were about that.

“ What’s your favorite song by them?” He asked 

“Oh, that’s a hard one” You paused, your brain flipping through all the Operation Ivy songs you know, trying to pick just one.

“Um, I’m gonna have to go with “Knowledge”.” You replied and his jaw dropped. 

“That’s my favorite, too!” 

“Nu-uh” You said in complete disbelief 

“Yeah” His voice grew a little louder due to excitment which caused the couple next to us to give us dirty looks once again.

“That’s truly insane, I’ve never met anyone who had even heard of them, I thought I was the only one” You said while stirring the ice around in your cup with the straw.

“Well, now you’ve got me” 

You looked up at him through your lashes, his response making you blush

“I’m glad about that” You smiled before finding a new topic to talk about.

After what felt like forever, the food had finally came, and the two of you spent the next almost 2 hours learning more about each other, laughing, and eating.

Soon, the sound of a chair scooting across the floor had caught your attention and you watched as the couple (who was dressed way fancier than the both of you) put on their jackets to go. The woman who was there looked over at you and the two of you made eye contact. Instead of breaking it, you smiled and waved at her, all she did was look at you like you were trash and rolled her eyes which caused you to gasp.

“What?” Billie asked, looking in the same direction as you were, making it very obvious that the both of you were looking at them. You lightly tapped his hand so his attention would turn to you.

“I smiled at her and she rolled her eyes” You laughed at it, finding it more funny than offensive.

“Oh, shit, for real?” He whispered before turning back over to them and watched as they made their way to the exit. 

You saw as the man talked to the lady who had led you to the table earlier and pointed over to us while saying something that you couldn’t make out.

“Oh, shit” You whispered, sinking into your seat a little when you saw that the lady was coming towards your table. 

“Are you enjoying your dinners?” She asked

“Yeah” You both said at the same time, then smiling at each other.

“Well, I just got a complaint from a couple that was next to you two and they were saying how you guys were being too loud and it made them uncomfortable. So, if you could keep it down, that would be highly appreciated.” She smiled

Both you and Billie smiled at each other before he spoke up.

“I’m sorry about that. I guess we got too deep in conversation to notice” He smiled at the woman

“It’s okay, just remember that they’re others trying to eat here” She smiled back and left.

Not very long after she turned around, the both of you started laughing once again, this time is was quieter so you wouldn’t get a complaint again.

“You wanna get outta here?” He asked after the laughter died down and you nodded.

Billie looked around to see if he could spot the waitress, thankfully she wasn’t far, only a couple tables down. So the two of you talked until she walked by and she asked if everything was going alright.

“Yeah, everything is great. Can we get the bill?” He asked, she nodded and left.

Once she turned with the bill, she took the plates and bid us “goodnight”

You grabbed the bill before he could and your eyes widened as you looked at the price.

“How much is it?” He whispered for unknown reasons

“200″

“Oh, that’s not that bad” He said while reaching in his back pocket and pulling out a wallet

“Yeah, but we didn’t even get anything that fancy. I bet if we would’ve went to Applebee’s and got everything we got here, it would be like $60″ 

He laughed at what you said before speaking

“That’s what happens when you go to fancy resturants, babe, shit’s expensive”

Your heart stopped for a split second due to the pet name he had thrown in ever so casually.

You are cool with me calling you that, right?” He made sure you didn’t feel uncomfortable which you thought it was the cutest thing ever.

You nodded in agreement before clearing your throat 

“Yeah, t-that’s cool with me” You smiled which he mirrored.

Only a few seconds later, Billie stood up and walked over to where you were sitting

“Shall we?” He asked, extending his arm out in front of you.

“We shall” You giggled as you took his hand and stood up.

The two of you started walking towards the front of the resturant and you smiled to yourself, happy that this date had gone very well.

The two of you talked about random things until you got to your car.

“This is me” You stopped walking and stood in front of the car.

“Well, actually I was wondering if you wanted to come back with me” He said but it sounded more like a question

“Sorry, Billie, I don’t do hook ups on the first date.” You frowned

“But if you give me your number, I’d be more than happy to go on a second date  with you” You smiled

“Wait, really? I didn’t completely  fuck this date up?” 

“What? No, what makes you think you fucked up”

“We almost got kicked out of a top notch resturant”

“But we didn’t, plus that wasn’t just your fault, I was being loud, too, y’know” You reminded him and he nodded.

You pulled out your phone, unlocked it, went to contacts, and handed him the phone.

“Here, put your number in and we can plan another date later” 

You blushed as his hand brushed over yours when he took your phone

“I really had fun tonight” You after a few seconds of silence.

He looked at you but his head was still down

“Me too” He smiled at you which made your heart melt

“How ‘bout next time we go to Applebee’s since you love it so much” He joked before giving you your phone back. 

Without looking, you put it back in your purse that was on top of your car.

“Believe it or not, I’m actually not a huge fan of going out” You said

“No?” You could hear the sarcasm in his voice which caused you to laugh a little.

“Mhm” You hummed in response. 

“So, then what do you have in mind?” 

“I have this old stereo with a bunch of old cassette tapes that are all the rock albums I used to listen to. So I was thinking, y’know, me, you, a stereo, and maybe chinese food or something?” You chewed on your lip, hoping the plan didn’t sound dumb.

“I got Operation Ivy” You said, your voice filled with hope.

“Text me the time and your address and I’m there, baby” He winked

God, he was gonna drive you insane. You stood there for a few seconds, the both of you just looking at each other before you cleared your throat.

“I should probably get going before Y/F/N starts to worry, I’m never out this late.”

He smiled at you before looking down at his watch

“It’s only 10:30″

“I told you already, I dont go out a lot” You remarked

"Well, I'll see you soon?" He asked

"Of course" You said in an obvious tone.

"Okay, have a good night, Y/N. Text me when you get home?"

You nodded in response.

"You too, Billie"

"Well, you don't have to text me when you get home because you won't have my number until I text you so even if you wanted to text me, you wouldn't be able to a-"

You were cut off by Billie kissing you, it shocked you at first, but you couldn't help but kiss back. The kiss was soft and passionate and only lasted a couple seconds before Billie pulled back.

"I'm sorry, you were ranting"

"No, don't apologize, I liked it" You bit your lip, trying not to smile too big.

All he did was laugh, before he put his hands in his front pocket.

"Goodnight, Y/N." He smiled at you before turning around to walk away.

"Goodnight, Billie"

He turned back, smiled, and waved before turning back to walk to his car.

You silently freaked out right then and there, Your first date in almost 3 years went amazing. You calmed yourself down by taking a deep breath before grabbing your purse and walking to your car door. You were looking through your purse for your keys when your phone went off. Opening it, the first thing you saw was the new contact that had been recently added and was titled "Billie <3".

You smiled before whispering to yourself

"I think I'm in love"

[goteias]

[b-ritney]

TW MENTIONS OF PANIC DISORDER AND ANXIETY

I’m a volleyball coach and line judge, I had a terrible day at work, I had a crowd of over 60 people under 3 feet away from me screaming and calling me names and it was only the first game of a 4 so I had to contain myself until I had a full fucking melt down in my car and then I took to many of my anxiety pills so I’ve been drowsy all afternoon. So I did what I always do and disassociate lmao, I’m fine 🫠 not really one of my friends just died too so I’m going through it. but despite the way this paragraph sounds I am smiling bc I physically can’t cry anymore. L 👏🏼 M 👏🏼 A 👏🏼 O 👏🏼 I was diagnosed with a social anxiety disorder when I was 15 so the getting screamed at by strangers thing really made my fucking day especially at 8 o’clock in the GD morning.

I’m sorry 🥳

ANYWAY

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Imagine Eddie holding you in his lap, with his arms wrapped tightly around you rocking back and forth as you hold your face in your hands, trying to control your breathing, he rests his forehead on the side of your head so he can speak softly into your ear, “It’s ok, your safe, everything is gonna be ok, I got you sweetheart I got you.” You continue to wipe away tears that just keep coming no matter how hard you try. You’re just quiet now, the occasional sniffle here and there, Eddie lifts up a hand to brush your hair out of your face so he can look at you, “Where’s my brave girl?” You open your tired eyes to look at him, “there she is.” He said smiling down at you rubbing your arm firmly, “baby you gotta relax your muscles are so tense.” You nuzzled your head softly into his neck finally letting yourself decompress into his embrace. He silently swiped a stray tear from your cheek and continued to comfort you until you felt well enough to talk again. Although your hands still trembled, he managed to bring you back to reality and make you laugh, despite the day you had.

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I had to lmao, how do you think Billy would handle it if you had a panic attack?

[tammyjackson50-blog]

FIVE YEARS AGO || P.5

Summary: What happens when you find your way back to a good friend from the past through a song he wrote five years ago?

<- Last part - next part ->

Eddies p.o.v

I was playing on my guitar and trying to learn a new song to play. It's much more quiet than what I usually play. Yeah, it's not really my type of music, but I really like it: Billie Bossa Nova by Billie Eilish. don't ask, it's a good fucking song.

"SHIT" I just can't focus, and it's so freaking annoying.

I guess that my mind is not here right now. No, not only right now. This past month,I've… ugh....I lost one of my favorite rings, and now I can't stay focused on my guitar.

I think that I can say that this is not my best month. I just can't seem to get my mind off of her. I can't believe that she kept that song, I can't even believe I saw her. I held her hand in mine.... at first I thought that she didn't recognize me, but.. she did, she really did.

Despite the fact that everything seemed to happen in a split second, I was able to look at her eyes…her beautiful, beautiful eyes. ugh I wish I had more time to look into those shiny eyes, I wish that I had more time to talk to her, even if it's just for a minute, just to hear her voice, to see her damn gorgeous face.

someone's calling Eddie

He got out of bed so quickly that he nearly dropped his guitar on the floor, which is completely out of character for Eddie, who values his guitar more than he values himself.

" Hello? what did she said? " He didn't even give the other person an opportunity to say anything " just like that? without Hey, how are you? Are you all right? Maybe I got hurt on the way- "

" Michelle, can you please come over?"

- Michelle came over to eddie,she was laying on his bed, tired, she might be a little older than Eddie, but she acts like some mom with five kids.

" Can you RELAX, kid? You're making me dizzy, please sit down."

He was walking back and forth in his room, not sure of what to do next.

"I'm sorry, but I dunno what to do, I can't just write back and say, Hey, yeah, Y/n, it's me Eddie, let's meet and catch up." He sat down and she said, " Yes, you definitely can do it, and I can show you how." She picked up her phone and texted Eddie. " Easy as that." She sent him Y/ns email address to him. " yeah, I believe I could have figured it out on my own " " so? you just gonna make me tell you everything she's saying or.. you are going to talk her ?

he smiled, not really sure what to answer

" no thank you young man, you want to to talk to her, no , actully , you NEED to talk her, not me "

shit man... I guess she is right.....

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Y/n's p.o.v

" Have you heard about the movie that is going to be at a drive-in this week? Bohemian rhapsody is such a good movie, I'm glad that they are showing it again " you and Kat are hanging out again - (of couse) but this time you are at her house .

" yeah, I'm going with Ross and his mom, she loves Queen " I looked at her pretending to be hurt " ouch, my heart ". " oh I'm sorry bae, do you want to join us ? " what a cutie " no no, you have a date with your boyfriend and his mother, I'm not supposed to there with you ". " I know what you can do, why don't you text um, Michelle.. right?and get Eddie's number, then invite him out to the movie, you've been to a drive-in before only once, right? don't miss it "

yeah, I don't think so bestie " uh uh, I don't even have the guts to ask Michelle about him in general. "

" But you've got this great opportunity to meet him, and I don't think it'll be too awkward because you'll both be focused on the movie, oh and he likes old songs like you right? that's perf- "

" Kat, let's- sigh let's relax okay? did you considered the possibility that he might not even want to talk to me at all? she sigh

" and why do you think so? Y/n I think you are overthinking it, seriously, he's a human being like you, and let's just say he doesn't want to talk to you for some strange reason, then you're going to know that you tried to contact him. "

I guess she's right.... I mean, I don't have a lot to lose anyways, right?

" you are probbly right Kat " " so does that mean that you're going to invite him to watch the movie? " she asked happily " no... but it means that I agree with you." she rolled her eyes for the hundredth time in this conversation and leaned back in her bed.

" oh my god Y/n, you are so annoying! " you laughed.

Few hours later

It was getting dark outside,you were in the living room, laying comfortably on the sofa, the TV was on but you weren't paying attention to what was on the screen because you were watching Tiktok videos on your phone.

( Imagine something like that )

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Everything was pretty normal, you thought that if you were on Tiktok, it wil help you to distract yourself from thoughts about Eddie.

Maybe it really isn't that serious? Maybe it'll even be nicer than you think, of course. It doesn't mean you will go back to being good friends like you used to be,even though you really want to. we'll just meet, chat and-

huh? I got a new messege from an unknown number?

.....

I don't like it

shit