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unamused-boss · 1 year ago

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California Dreaming

Another Billy Hargrove fanfic... yes I know what a surprise...

Billy Hargrove x reader

Summary: Max and Billy could only agree on one thing in common.... and that was you. You were their neighbor when the lived in California and Billy had the biggest crush on you. Plus it helped that you babysat, more like hangout with, Max. You were his California dream.

Part 2 is out! Go to my page pls

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When Max and Billy were moved to Hawkins Indiana they knew they were loosing one of the few best things they ever had. You. Ever since Max moved into Billy's home in California, she had the pleasure of having you as her neighbor. From what started as a babysitting gig turned into a friendship.

Billy on the other hand. Having lived next to you for a majority of his life was absolutely in love. He'll admit love is a strong word but you were just breathtaking to him. When his mom was still around she always tried to get him to talk to you. Finding it absolutely adorable watching him try to talk to you at the nervous age of eleven. As he grew up, and more handsome, he found it much easier to talk to you. Still fumbling here and there though. Now in Indiana all Billy could think about was you.

"So you guys are really moving." You said. You and Billy were currently sitting on your front porch over looking the street.

"Yeah... to some shit hole in Indiana." Billy spit out.

"Hey it won't be that bad." You comforted. "Once you graduate you can come here with me." Hearing you say those words made Billy's heart leap. You've done so much for him.

"You mean that." He smiled.

"Definitely." You replied. Having grown up with Billy you have seen many fazes of his life. You remember how sweet he was, well he's still sweet but only to you, and how he got flustered over small things sometimes. You saw the destruction that his dad had caused upon not only him but also his sister. There is so much you wish you could do. Now Billy and Max is being taken away from you.

"What am I going to do with out you?" Billy questioned. "I don't like anyone else as much as I like you."

"You'll make new friends B." You laughed. Billy just rolled his eyes at you.

"With who cows? Rednecks?" Billy stated. "I wanna stay here so bad."

"I know you do Billy but things happen." You rubbed his arm.

"Well it feels like shitty things only happen to me." He retorted. You knew Billy had a short fuse. It came with his vulnerability and constant state of survival.

"Shitty things don't happen to you." You reassured. "Plus does that make me being one of the shitty things in your life." You tried to joke with him. He chuckled lightly at the attempt.

"No you're not. You are the greatest thing to ever happen to me."

"Well don't give me to big of a head Hargrove." You giggled. "Enjoy what you got right now Billy, you leave in a week. And I don't know when I'll see you next after you move." You scoot closer to Billy. Looking out at the pink and orange sky as the sun set. It was like a dream.

Your words had stuck with Billy. After next week he will never see you again. He'll be on the other side of the country, you'll be gone. Your smile will be gone, your laugh, the conversations, coming over to "watch Max", movie nights, all of it. He can't just leave you. He has to tell you how much he cares about you. At least take you on a date. You've seen him with multiple girl as he's you with guys. Which he hated. If being your boyfriend will only last for one week he will grab that opportunity by the balls.

Billy stood up abruptly to face you, you look to hime with confusion and shock. He took a deep breath in and "Y/N. I have known you my entire life, and you are by far the most beautiful person I know. I have been to chicken shit to tell you but I like you. Damn... maybe even love you. But even if it only for a week I would love to take you out on a date and be your boyfriend." It was done. He said it. Billy Hargrove finally confessed his feelings to you. You sat still for a minute then... you laughed? Oh no, you think he's a joke now don't you. 'Good job pussy, now she thinks you're an idiot' Billy thought embarrassingly.

"I would love to Billy." You said.

"What?" Billy snapped his head to you.

"I said yes." You said once more." Jeez, I thought you were proposing for a moment."

"Oh, well it might have been much." Billy felt the heat on his cheeks rise. Just then you stood and walked over to Billy. Placing your hand on his shoulder; leaning up to place a kiss on his cheek.

"How about tomorrow at seven." You said.

"I would love that, we can get dinner then go to a drive in if you want." Billy suggested.

"I would love that. Don't be late." You said as you walked up and into your house. Billy has never been more happy. He probably would have skipped home from excitement. When he entered his house Max saw the smile on his face. Well everyone in the house could, it was not like it was going away anytime soon.

"Did you do it?" Max asked.

"What?"

"Did you ask Y/n out or not?" Max said, elaborating.

"Shut up Max." Billy said before going off to his box filled bedroom.

"I am taking that as a yes." Max concluded. She was happy for him, but sad at the same time. He just told his crush his feelings then has to leave them. She is going to miss watching Billy fumble in front of you at times. At least he'll be a bit nicer to her in the next week. 'I'm gonna miss Y/N...' Max thought sadly.

Now being in Indiana, Billy was right it is a shit hole. His dad has been more on his case about watching Max and everything else in his life. The kids at school already cling to him; from being both new and from California. As Billy pulled into the high school parking lot for him and Max to get out at, he looked to Max.

"Alright shit-bird. Be out buy 3:45 or you're on your own." Billy pointed to her. She rolled her eyes to him.

"Fine." Max sassed to him as she got out of the car and slammed the door shut. Billy looked to his watch and saw he had a few minutes before he had to go in. He pulled his cigarettes out to take a quick drag. With said cigarette hanging from his lips Billy hastily looked for a lighter. Looking everywhere, then grabbing his sun visor in hopes he stashed it up there. Once the visor was flipped down and out something hell out of it. A polaroid. Not just any but the Polaroid you took on your first date with Billy. You took as many as you could in the week you and him had together. This polaroid being the only one he took with him when he moved. It was a picture of you and him in a booth at the restaurant he took you too with you giving him a kiss on the cheek. He remembers it like it was yesterday. You asked your waitress to take the photo for you; as Billy stood for the photo you grabbed his collar and placed the kiss on his cheek. The act causing both of you to bust in a fit of laughter right after. Billy wonders what you're doing right now. He wishes he was with you. Billy didn't realize that he was staring at the photo for to long till the first bell rang for school. Billy huffed carefully put the picture back into place, put his cigarette away got out of his car to make his way to school.

You'll always be his California dream.

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najenvhs · 10 months ago

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thinking about yn sharing bed with bff! jisung. yn's asleep but he's too turned on by her little shorts so he masturbates quietly next to her and she wakes up to the sound of jisung whimpering

also can I be "🐻🍰" anon? have a nice day, love youu

thank you for the ask! and yes of course you can be 🐻🍰 you are my first anon with emojis 🥺🫶🏼 also wa love u too! i hope u enjoy!

mdi ! afab reader !

“what are you wearing?” Jisung asked shocked, and already sitting in the full-size bed that the both of you have to share tonight.

you guys were out late at night and you lived far away and Jisung place was closer so this was the best that he could do. somehow a store was still open so you were able to get whatever you needed for the night. snacks, PJs, and other things to keep the night entertaining till you guys were ready to sleep.

“my pj’s?” you responded. “Look Ji, I like being comfortable, it's also hot out so if I can't be naked this is the closest I'm going to get,” you say as get on all fours and crawl to your spot in bed.

“o-oh okay! well, yeah makes sense” Jisung said looking down at you as you got comfortable underneath the sheets.

“Goodnight Ji,” you said with your back facing him.

“goodnight” he responded, and like that, he turned off the lights and went to bed.

[4:00am]

jisung had gotten up to use the restroom but as he was coming back to bed and lifting the sheets, your ass was still facing him and he was shocked. the fabric of the shorts was lifted due to your movement in bed, causing ur body to show off.

Jisung blinked and just got back under the sheets. but it was just on your mind. so much of your skin showing, your ass your lower back. it was all there for him to see up close and not just imagine.

jisung has been your friend for years so many years, your families knew each other, he was the only friend you would tell everything to and, while going to hang out together you guys were always asked if you were a couple, and would always decline.

but there had been times where you guys kissed but it was nothing more than that, you guys couldn’t help it, it would just happen and would never be talked about again. but for Jisung he would always remember, always remember how soft your lips were and how touching your face felt so naturally. how he was so lucky to have you in his life

bringing him to where he is right now, not able to sleep because of his growing hard, and you right beside him to think of everything and anything he could do with you.

he hated it but he had to touch himself, this was a golden opportunity and he wasn’t going to miss out on it, even though he knew it was insanely wrong.

so he started shifting, laying flat on his back, lowering his sweatpants, while remaining under the sheets. finally, since he was free of his boxers he closed his eyes and started touching himself.

just by the first stroke Jisung gave himself he grunted. freaking himself out and causing him to shoot his eyes open and looking over at you. but you didnt move at all

so he continued, jacking himself off right next to you wishing that it was you with your hands wrapped around his cock.

he was going for a bit, till this was it he was finally reaching his max whimpering thinking about you, back arching off the bed a bit, until he froze, because heard the one thing he didn't want to hear.

your voice.

“Ji?” you ask in a sleepy tone “Are you okay?” you ask rubbing your eyes as you shift to face Jisung.

“y-yn” he is shocked he doesn’t know what to say, your eyes are open fully now just looking at him.

“you flustered? why” you asked still in a sleepy way even though your eyes were fully opened.

he looked over to you and, as sweet as you where being, all he could think about was your breast peaking out from your tank top “I-I was” he stuttered

“bad dream?” you ask brushing some of his hair out

“no, look yn,” he says grabbing your hand and placing it on his racing heart. “I know it's too early for any of this, but I'm so horny right now, I'm sorry, your little shorts turned me on more than I imagined, I'm sorry I can go to the bathroom and take a—“

“jisung stop,” you say cutting off his sentence. “it's okay”

“it's okay?” he asks, making his cheeks turn more pink.

you shake your head up and down, you move closer to him, so close that your boob is touching his side. you use the hand that was on his chest to lift the sheets that were over his lower half to see his big dick standing with his hand still at the base waiting to be touched.

“Oh Ji,” you said looking up at him, “we’ve got a problem that I know I can help fix”

use the hand that was holding up the sheets you threw them off the bed so that it was just you and Jisung and nothing else. still close to him you snaked your hand down to his hardened member. you take a deep breath causing him to look over to you.

“you don't have to do this,” he said quietly looking into your eyes.

“but i want to ji” you replied.

just before he could say anything else you wrapped your hand around his thick cock and with your thumb you drew circles around his tip causing more pre cum to spill out and making him wimpier yet again.

his eyes were closed as your hand went to town on him. his eyes were shut but yours were open taking in everything you were doing to him, physically and mentally.

you picked up the speed on how fast you were stroking him. “jisung look a me”, you begged letting out a little moan yourself, he just did that and without a second thought, you attacked your lips to his.

he was going insane, he couldn’t believe this was real. both your tongues exploring more of each other. your hand on him, as he would thrust up meeting your hand when he felt like you were not fast enough.

still clothed, you move over to where you are on top of him, hand still in between your legs but detaching your lips from his. both of you panting as you sit there on top of him.

“jisung, I like you a lot, and I'm sorry I never told you,” you said as you looked down at him.

“I like you too, yn” Jisung said panting out. giving you a slight smile.

you let go of his dick and placed both your hands onto his chest and started grinding down on his hardened member causing you both moan out loud.

“y-yn… you don't have to do this”, he said grabbing your sides with his big hands.

“I want-t to, I want to feel y-you” you cry out.

you continue just that, rutting your hips back and forth to make sure you feel all of him, a moaning mess on top of him and the wetness running through your shorts. “i-i can feel the outline of your folds” he said, again causing you to moan and humphing him faster.

this was heaven, jisung couldn’t believe his eyes. you on top of him in your tiny pjs, which at this point felt a little more purpose-full. and of course, seeing how wet you were through them.

he was happy, he was so happy, he was so thankful and he felt so good thanks to you. still a moaning mess he knew all of this was coming to an end.

“yn, your so beautiful, I'm gonna cum” he said looking up at you.

“please-e j-jisung, cum” you yelled out.

and just like that while taking one last final glance at you he closed his eyes and as you rutted forward he came.

after you saw the mess he made, and your shorts feeling sticky still rubbing down on to him and before you knew it you came to without warning. you were just so turned on by the mess he was willing to make in front of you, showing how much he truly liked you.

Your hands are wobbly, which causes drop onto his chest, head just over his shoulder as his arms wrap around you.

“Yn… thank you,” he said breathing heavily as he held your head close to him.

“thank you ji” you responded quietly m since you were close to his ear.

you liked Jisung for a while but it wasn't until recently that you noticed how much Jisung was there for you. when you would come home after a bad date, when you need help with college questions, always make sure you never ate alone.

this was the least you could do to pay back Jisung and you were happy to do so.

Hopefully you liked this!! sorry I accidentally posted this with nothing with it… but yeah please enjoy hehehe. bff jisung turned to lover is my favorite thing ever

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m-jelly · 11 months ago

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Hello again! May I request a continuation of “Just Doing My Job” with a succubus reader, except it’s the reader making multiple clones for Levi? You can decide if it’s nsfw or not. I’m sure Levi will be completely flustered regardless ✨

- Happyandsnappy

Just doing my job: Part 2

Pairing: Demon hunter Levi x Succubus Reader

Genre and tags: romance, love, modern AU, fluff, teasing, doting on Levi.

You decide you treat your wonderful demon hunter lover by creating clones of yourself to cover him in kisses and cuddle him. Levi gets overwhelmed by your love.

Part 1

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

You were positively purring as you gazed at Levi. Your tail flicked as you watched him closely and your bat wings fluttered. Watching him clean and put together his weapons to hunt bad demons was fun. Not a single thing would be used on you because Levi had other ways to tame you.

As you watched the love of your life, you thought about a way you could love him and thank him for all the things he's done for you. It seemed Levi noticed you staring so much, so he reached over and ruffled your hair causing you to purr happily.

Levi stopped what he was working on and admired you. "What's going on, little kitty cat?"

"I feel bad."

He turned in his chair and hummed. "About what?"

You pouted a bit. "You do so much for me and I want to do something for you."

"You do so much for me." He cupped your face and nuzzled your nose causing your pupils to become hearts. He chuckled as your tail swished and you mewled at him. "You spoil me so rotten. You give me lots of gifts, you tell me the secrets of demons, you tell me the weaknesses of demons, you feed me, you bathe me, you love me and you give me massages." He kissed you. "Plus, you let me make love to you often and it is blissful."

You flew up and twirled in the air. "I love you so much. I just to do more for you." You landed by the door to his office. "I think I know how to give you more."

He slipped out of his seat and hurried over to you. "I don't need more. I just need you."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his face all over. "I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you!"

Levi hugged you tightly as he chuckled. "I love you so much, my little kitty cat."

You jumped up and down before pulling him into the living room. "Come with me."

He sat on the sofa and hummed a laugh. "What do you have planned?" He gasped when he felt your fingers in his hair, but he was a little confused because you were standing in front of him. "What?"

You nibbled your lip. "It's a clone of me, but it's not perfect because I'm a weaker demon."

He hummed in happiness as two versions of you sat on either side of him and massaged his arms and hands. "You're spoiling me."

You giggled. "Good!"

He sighed as he felt content. "What about the original you?"

You felt your cheeks burn. "Where do you want me? On my knees?"

He patted his lap. "Sit and kiss."

You sat on his lap and started kissing his face all over. "My lovely Levi." You hugged him tightly causing the three other yous to hug him as well.

"F-Fuck, my little kitty cat. This is wonderful." He grunted and shifted. "You smell and feel so good."

"Do you feel loved and relaxed?"

"You always make me feel loved." He flinched when a cup was offered to him. "Tea?"

You nodded. "A forth demon. That's the max I can make. If I make more it'll be tiny and I'll get sleepy."

Levi sipped the team and hummed as you and three others hugged him. "I think you're adorable when you're sleepy."

You kissed all over his neck. "Handsome man."

He hummed a laugh. "My sweet kitty cat."

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chloenotfound404 · 1 year ago

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Do you have any lee headcanons for all four papas?

~Spooky 🎃

AHH OK OK BRAINROT! I’ve been thinking of this for so long!

Also, first submission HC! Sorry it took a bit longer than expected! I know it’s not the best and there’s so much more I wanna write but I wanna save that for fics, hope this is at least decent! ❤️

(Also more commissions and promos are welcomed! Any fics, ficlets, HCs I’ll do for ghost!)

Primo-

Extremely ticklish but would never admit it. Ever. Not even on his death bed.

He would try and act all stoic and tough but he would just crumble if someone poked his sides slightly or if a ghouls tail grazes his stomach.

Rough tickles get him the most and drive him up the wall. Extra points for raspberries and nibbling.

Practically ticklish everywhere but his hips, ribs and knees break him in an instant.

1000% a squeaker and giggler. His laugher would be so high pitched and out of character for him.

He would try and ride it out, not wanting to be ‘weak’ in his eyes by pleading or begging for mercy.

Always would find degrading teases the most flustering from his high position he held, he always got embarrassed by how you would tease him over it.

Oh, also, always expect retaliation instantly. This bitch doesn’t hold back.

Secendo-

Not as ticklish as the rest of his brothers, but there are some spots that get him giggling.

Not lee as often as ler, not liking the feeling of weakness all too much.

Much like primo, rough tickles are where it’s at. They get him cackling instantly. Fingers, tools- anything would work if it’s in the right spot.

His stomach and thighs being the biggest soft spots for him. His sides and armpits would pull out giggles too.

A giggler and cackler for sure, his laugher would never be high pitched but instead low and gruff.

Teases would only make his laugher grow and his cheeks flush redder, he would be a squirmed for sure.

Terzo-

This ass is a lee and he’s not even shy about it.

He would always provoke you to tickle him since it flustered the hell out of him to ask. And on the off Chance he did ask, he would always stutter and hesitate, fumbling with his hands as he would try to muster the courage.

He would always initiate tickle fights, loving the playful nature of them. He would never win though, his height putting him at a disadvantage too.

Ticklish everywhere. Like absolutely EVERYWHERE. Pokes to his stomach, legs, sides, ribs, armpits- he would just crumble into giggles on the spot.

Defiantly a snorter. His laugher would just be so bubbly and lively that it was almost impossible to stop tickling him.

Light tickles work wonders in him, they drive him up the wall.

I’d imagine he has a secret stash of tickle tools ready for when he wanted to be wrecked by you.

Copia-

Oh this man, he’s too cute.

A lee to the max level, and unlike Terzo, he’s extremely shy about it.

So so so easy to fluster, this man is adorable. Just wriggling your fingers above his tummy would have him giggling helplessly.

Loves all the teases and blushes instantly upon hearing them. Babyish teases get to him the most.

Ticklish everywhere, not just like giggly ticklish but hysterical and cute ticklish. Pokes, squeezes, scritches, nibbles- anything drives him insane after a short while.

His feet, neck, hips, tummy (because cute pudge) and thighs get this man snorting up a storm. He would hide into you to muffle them as much as possible.

He doesn’t care what types of tickles he gets, as long as he’s getting tickled, he doesn’t care.

This man cackles, snorts, hiccups- all the cutest forms of laughter. He would always try to cover his mouth as he laughs. (Also squeaky and childish laugher- change my mind I dare)

Too shy to ask, such a lee at heart. Defiantly just sidles up to you and looks at you and your hands in silence.

BONUS- his rats would always find their way up his shirt when he would be playing games or lounging, eliciting sudden squeals and hiccups as they rummage around and nibble.

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pommpuriinn · 1 year ago

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Radio Show With JaeJae

🧷 Joohyung moments during the radio show

Outfit | Hair | Makeup | Nails

୨୧ “Hi I’m Joohyung~” Joohyung gave everyone her bread smile, causing the moas from outside to cheer making her laugh.

୨୧ As JaeJae and some of the members talked about their weverse con performance of their cover ‘invitation’ Joohyung on the other hand was posing for the moas outside in her own little world.

୨୧ “Joohyung-ssi you were very sexy and chic during that performance. I got flustered even.” JaeJae turn the attention to Joohyung. “Ah, thank you,” she gave a little bowed. “While we were practicing and we I got to the part where I touch the members lightly with my fan they were always get flustered and tried not looking at me.” Joohyung exposed them. “Really?!”

୨୧ “You also did the Hybe’s girl group performance which I really loved.” JaeJae said, which got the members instantly happy. “What did the rest of you think seeing Joohyung-ssi perform girl group songs?” JaeJae asked. “She was so cute~” Soobin smiled. “I always wanted to see noona perform like that.” Yeonjun confessed. “I really loved her ending pose!” Taehyun mimicked her ending fairy, making everyone laugh. “I saw that all the others were doing cute ending poses, so I tried copying them.” Joohyung explained. “I had to replay that part multiple times.” Beomgyu laughed. “I want to see noona do more performances like that.” Kai added.

୨୧ Again Joohyung just spaced out as she was trying to fight the tiredness from today schedules. She mostly watched moas and waved at them or gave them little hearts, seeing them smile or freak out made her held in her laughter.

୨୧ “Noona eats my pizza crust.” Beomgyu said, as everyone was talking about the pizza crust debate. “But she eats ours too.” Soobin wiped Beomgyu’s smile right off his face. “Aish!” Beomgyu playfully acted like he was going to punch Soobin. “Well I just eat it because I like the crust too not just because I might like the person.” Joohyung chuckled, watching the two.

୨୧ It was time where the members compliment each other and they went down the row until it was Taehyun’s turn to compliment Joohyung. “Thank you noona for always being there for me and giving me the confidence to perform well on stage.”

୨୧ Taehyun was talking about the time he accidentally spoiled ‘CYSM’. “After that live noona came down to see me and scolded me,so ever since then I don’t dare to give out spoilers without her consent first.”

୨୧ “Then does Joohyung-ssi want to give a spoiler for Lollapalooza?” JaeJae asked. All the members turned to look at Joohyung waiting for her answer. “Ah…uh-oh~” Was the spoiler she gave which the members were really surprised. “That’s it?” JaeJae looked at Joohyung for more. “That’s it.” Joohyung nodded.

୨୧ “I’m really proud at how far Kai has gotten in his dancing skills.” Joohyung praised Kai, as they were talking about his and Yeonjun’s Mix and Max video. “He had grew up a lot and he just keeps on getting better and better.” Kai was a bit stunned at how highly Joohyung was talking about him. “Oh Kai-ssi you look a bit shock!” JaeJae pointed out. “Hearing noona speak of me like that is amazing.” Kai smiled into his sentence. “I always wanted to dance like Joohyung and Yeonjun and hearing that really makes me happy.” Kai gave a thumbs up.

୨୧ Not long after the radio show was coming to an end and JaeJae gave her finally word and including their documentary while also saying ‘goodbye’ the members thanked JaeJae for having them before heading out and waving at moas before going to their next schedule.

#txt 6th member #txt additional member #kpop added member #txt scenarios #kpop additional member #kpop female addition #txt female member #txt female addition #kpop female oc

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dilf-whore · 2 years ago

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my kind of girl (part 3)

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pairing: billy hargrove x f!reader

genre: friends to lovers! , fluff, mentions of neil

summary: you grow closer and closer with the redhead you tutor... and maybe with her stepbrother too

A/N: here’s hope y’all enjoy this and hopefully make you guys forget shit in vol 2 even for a few minutes 💀. let me know if you wanna be added to the taglist. send requests too! ❤️‍🔥

requested: no

requests are OPEN

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You sit down in Billy’s car, which had a strong and musky scent inside. You pull on the seatbelt beside you and buckle yourself. Fear circulates through your body knowing how terribly fast Billy drives, holding on for dear life - you wait for him to start the car. The engine starts with a loud roar causing you to jump a little. Billy sees your reaction, a sheepish smile forming on his face. The car starts moving and to your surprise, it was moving in a safe speed. You sigh in relief and look at Billy, “Guess you didn’t feel like blasting us to the future”

Billy chuckles at your statement, his eyes tracing on your figure and up to your face, meeting your eyes that were well illuminated by the moonlight. “For safety, don’t wanna scratch your pretty face” You bit your lip and stopped yourself from being flustered, you’re lucky it was dark enough to hide your red cheeks. “I-I uhm live in Maple street, I’ll guide you when we get there” you stutter.

You arrive at maple street, after a good 15 minutes. “Turn right here then, go straight” you instruct. Billy turns the steering wheel and do as he was told.

“anddd here” You say, pointing at the two house beside you. Billy notices the porch light isn’t on, “Anyone home with you?” Your home was pretty dark.

“No, my parents are out of town for a week”

He nods his head in response, he steps out of the car and go his way to the passenger’s door - opening it for you. “Uh thanks” You head out, the cold breeze giving you goosebumps. You look at Billy making his way towards the driver’s seat “Hey Billy, you wanna stay over for a while? I have some beer”

“Thought you’d never ask”

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Billy’s clothes would’ve been discarded right now - well if it was just some regular night, but tonight was different. Really different. For the first time in his life, he’s actually getting to know someone and talk about himself. He wasn’t sure what it was with you, but as soon as you started talking about your life with him - he just suddenly went with the flow and share as well.

You’re both sitting on the sofa a bottle of beer on one hand. You can’t point out what is was that made you open up to Hawkin’s bad boy in front of you - let alone allow him into your house. Maybe because you needed some company or maybe it was the way he looked at you when you speak, he was listening and invested into whatever you’re saying.

“You know, I always wanted to get closer with Max. I-I just can’t”

“What do you mean you can’t?”

Billy lifts his legs up and do an indian sit, now more comfortable. He looks down on his bottle - circling his thumb around its mouth. “I don’t know how to approach her properly. I mean, we’re literally on each other’s throats”

“I understand, it’s both very hard for you. Even if you’ve been together for quite a long time now, you’re each other’s outlet for anger and pain”

You rest your hand on his shoulder, “You don’t have to immediately talk to her and fix your relationship. Take it one step at a time - like, driving slowly” Billy smiles at the driving part, he realized how much he needed this kind of conversation with no flirting or whatsoever.

“Try talking to her more patiently too. Make the first move” you add.

You and Billy continue your conversation. From hobbies and pet peeves, to Billy talking about his problems with his father and also your financial struggles (which is why you decided to do tutoring). Billy showed a different side of him to you, he already trusts you the moment he saw you give your heart out when it comes to teaching Max. He likes the feeling of being able to express the feelings he’s been burying deep inside.

Billy finishes his beer, he collects all the bottles you both consumed and help you clean up. He settles them on the counter and grabs the small damp rug beside the sink. He goes back to the living room and wipe the droplets from the beers off your coffee table. “Thank you Billy, you didn’t have to do that you know”

“It’s alright, I insist”

He heads his way towards the door, “I better get going now, Max is alone at home”

“Yup sure, thank you for tonight. I really appreciate it”

He gets his car keys in his back pocket as he goes to his car. You lean on to your doorframe watching him, “Oh and Hargrove! if you need someone to talk to, I’m here okay?”

“I’ll keep that in mind, same here Y/L/N”

“Max and I will pick you up tomorrow” he adds, waving you goodbye.

“Okay goodbye. Please drive safely!”

He gives a thumbs up as he drives off, making you giggle. You close and lock your door. You’re still trying to process the whole thing, you didn’t even notice that you’re smiling like crazy. Leaning your head on the door, you close your eyes and wait for the butterflies you feel to go away.

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#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things headcannons #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things scenarios #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove headcannons #billy hargrove scenarios #dacre montgomery

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I am obsessed with your takes on Billy!! And was wondering if you could do a Billy x plus size! Reader with a scene like in dirty dancing with the song Love is Strange or the Loverboy song where they have a moment like Johnny and Baby, like all the sexual tension and cute ass moment but it’s all sweet sensual touches and no play and maybe Max comes to bug him for a ride which interrupts their moment… idk if any of that made sense lol. Love you’re writing ♥️

THANK YOU BABES!!!!! Billy lives in a little "they don't know you like I do" box in my brain so I am in fact correct about him always /hj

Trying to teach Billy to dance would be a feat in and of itself. It's not that he doesn't know how to move - you've had plenty of sore legs and love bites to prove otherwise. It's getting him to focus that's the problem. But can you blame him? When he's standing so close to you, almost able to touch you like he wants to, so close to having his hands and mouth all over your soft curves while you make that cute little focused face and guide his body, moving it in sync with yours, how could anyone not be overwhelmed with lust for you like that. Especially him. He keeps getting distracted as you twirl around the room with him, pulling you too close and kissing down to your hips, tugging at your clothes.

He doesn't get too far before you chastise him, trying to get him to follow through the steps, but the sweet giggle you let out and the flustered look on your face have him starting up again moments later. What sucks most is that he's actually a good dancer, and he could easily be really good if he could stop looking at you like that. The way you squeeze your thighs and shift your hips to relieve some of the tension building in your core doesn't escape him. Everything you do drives him crazy, leaves him more and more desperate for your touch. He crawls across the floor to you, kneeling, and feeling you up. He presses kisses to your stomach, looking up at you through long eyelashes and you know he would go down on you for hours right here if you'd let him. At the sound of footsteps on the stairs, you pull him up and back into position, hands interlocked, one on his shoulder, the other on your waist.

"Hey, Billy, can you drop me off at the arcade? Me and Lucas are supposed to meet El and the rest of the party at..." Max rambles as she jogs up the stairs, stopping when she sees you guiding Billy, twirling around the room. "What are you doing?" she asks with an entertained smile.

"Teaching your brother to dance." you state with a smile. Max admires you a lot, she admires anyone who can tollerate her brother - much less bring out the good in him. She thinks if anyone else had tried to teach him to dance it... would not have gone nearly as well as it seems to be going with you.

"You caught us at a breakpoint," you say, pulling apart from a very reluctant Billy, whose gaze is still burning into you. You turn to him with a knowing look. "Why don't you drop Max off and... we'll pick up where we left off when you get back?" A heart stopping smirk blooms on his face. He knows exactly what that means, and he has never been more excited to give Max a ride.

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things drabbles #stranger things x plus size reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove drabbles #billy hargrove x plus size reader #plus size reader #THANK YOU AGAIN ANON #unfortunatley in spite of my love for new girl and 80s/90s/00s romcoms I have not yet seen dirty dancing #it's rapidly approaching though #drop any more romcoms you insist I watch <333

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lg-123 · 2 years ago

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“You’re Stupid”

Pairing: reader x steve harrington

Overview: In which Steve “the hair” Harrington is completely oblivious to his friend’s feelings for him until Dustin helps him out.

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Y/n sat in her bed, tears running down her face. She set the book down she was reading, it had failed at taking her mind off of a certain boy. She was tired, not only had she just spent the last six months learning about the upside down and fighting a demogorgan, she also had worn herself out trying to get her best friend to see her the same way. Y/n didn’t understand. After the gate was closed and Eleven came back, everyone was happy. Lucas and Max finally got together. Nancy and Johnathan had whatever they have going on. Y/n had expected Steve to realize he liked her to, and they would live happily ever after, but that didn’t happen.

She thought back to her conversation with Dustin. The young boy had told her “Steve is stupid, we both know this. But if I talked about a girl the way he talks about you, I would need to propose.” This had caused the girl to laugh in whatever serious moment they were in. “Sorry Dustin, it seems you are wrong.” Y/n mumbled into her pillow. Unbeknownst to Y/n, Dustin and Steve were having the same conversation as Steve dropped him off at the school dance.

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“Steve my god you are lucky you’re pretty.” Dustin spoke out, bewildered at the boy he looked up to. “I’m telling you, me and Y/n have had this discussion. She likes you too!” Dustin yelled at the boy driving.

“Hey, hey no need for the attitude.” Steve shot back. “If y/n really liked me, why hasn’t she shown it or told me. I mean she cleaned my wounds after Billy did his whole thing, and she made sure we all got out of the tunnels. But that’s nothing.” Steve argued back. Dustin was shocked, how could someone be so blind.

“Steve, she checked on your face daily! She made you soup because she knew you couldn’t chew. She stays around to talk to you, remember how you were all alone at that party, she stayed with you the whole night. She even talked to that girl for you when you asked her, even though she said she didn’t want to. She likes you!” Dustin was fighting for this; he knew how much they both needed each other. Steve needed a constant in his life, and that was y/n.

Steve seemed to think back to all those things Dustin talked about. He remembered y/n missing out with her friends just to talk to him. She had checked on him every day after the tunnels were closed. They had many movie marathons while Steve’s parents were out of town, and he wouldn’t admit it, but he hated being alone. She was always there for him.

“Holy shit- I’m stupid.” Steve suddenly spoke.

“You’re stupid.” Dustin responded.

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Y/n heard the doorbell ring, she quickly wiped her eyes and headed for the stairs. “Pizza, pizza pizza.” Y/n was saying in a sing-song voice. Upon opening the door y/n’s heart dropped. It was not pizza, but a very frazzled looking Steve Harrington. “Hey?” y/n questioned, they boy was staring at her, almost debating. Suddenly he surged forward and grabbed her cheeks. The kiss was an explosion of sparks and fireworks. Both of them melted into the kiss, Steve wrapping his arms around the girl, afraid to let go.

“Umm excuse me.” The two broke apart with a jump. Y/n looked behind Steve to see a very uncomfortable pizza guy. Red faced, Y/n handed him the money and took the pizza. Steve had not said anything, neither had Y/n. Both were unsure if that had really happened.

“Sooooo want some pizza?” Y/n asked, breaking the ice. Steve only nodded.

“How long have you liked me?” Steve shot out. Y/n was taken aback. “Um probably the last 5 months.” She answered honestly. Steve nodded at her answer. He smiled, laughing at the girl. “I’m stupid.” He told her. Y/n smiled at him. She stuck her hand out for the boy to grab. Looking back at him she took him in, he was just as flustered as she was.

“You’re stupid.” Y/n agreed with him.

#stranger things #steve harrington #reader x steve harrington #dustin henderson #mutual pining

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sillysnack · 3 years ago

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pairing: carlos x reader | camilo x reader

prns used: they/them (told in 2nd person)

request by @frozen-strawberry-cow ! MAX I HOPE I DID YOUR REQUEST JUSTICEEEE i had fun writing this faints

word count: 1589

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“Y/N! Hey!” You look for the source of the voice. Which one is it today? You sigh to yourself, Camilo… Or it could be Carlos pretending to be Camilo. Lord, why are there two of them? Kidding! They’re both really great people.

“Hola, Camilo! Or am I actually talking to Carlos?” You laugh. Like music to my ears. The Madrigal thinks.

That laugh was one of the things that got the twins arguing over who gets to date you (if you agreed, of course,) in the first place.

The day that the twins confessed to you was filled with mixed emotions, to say the least.

“I got here first! Go away!”

You stared at the identical shapeshifters. What nonsense were they up to now?

“I don’t care, I’m going first.” Camilo shoved Carlos out of the way. “Y/N L/N. You may think of this as ‘puppy love’ or any other thing since we’re only fifteen but- okay, maybe ‘love’ is too big of a word. I like you, you. Well, it’s something bigger than liking but probably smaller than love… I’m fond of you. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same for me. This will obviously cause a change in our friendship and I hope it doesn’t, but I know it will, so…”

Carlos yawned and pushed Camilo out of the way. “Boring! You spend too much time with that girl!” Camilo frantically turned to you, “There’s ‘no girl’, by the way! I just… read a lot. You’re the only person that makes me feel this way.” you smiled at him. “I know you read a lot. I give you book recommendations.”

“Why do you two get a little moment like that? Now I have to make a big speech too. Honestly, Camilo, why do you always make a competition out of everything…”

You just stood there, holding in a few laughs at the sight of the two arguing.

“I wasn’t saying it’s a competition? Realmente eres estúpido.” (You really are stupid.) Carlos rolled his eyes at his twin then turned to you. “Let me be straight with you: I… love you.”

“I heard a pause before ‘love’!” Carlos placed his hand over Camilo’s mouth. Camilo forcibly removed it. “Gross. I’ll be quiet now.” Carlos laughed, “Twins, am I right?” You didn’t know if he was right. You don’t have a twin sibling. “Yeah, right.”

There was an awkward silence between you two.

“This is going great, Carlos.” “Shut up.”

Weeks have passed since Camilo and Carlos confessed to you. Although Carlos wishes to go back to that day and have a redo on his lousy confession, he would rather die than admit that, so he just scowls at the image of his twin flirting with someone they both deemed the love of their lives.

“Have you seen Carlos?” Camilo shapeshifts into his twin, he clears his throat before mimicking the way Carlos would talk in a raspy voice, as if every time he’d open his mouth he had just woken up.

“I’m here. What do you need?” You play along with Camilo, moving closer to the Madrigal boy, face inches away from his, “Well I was wondering if you would want to hang out later? Just the two of us?” They wait for the reaction of ‘Carlos’. You don't pull away and a smile makes its way to their face. “Well?” Camilo shifts back to himself and turns away from you. “Are you sure you want to ask Carlos that?”

Carlos frowns at the sight of Camilo getting flustered as himself and mumbles, “Dios, fine. I guess I’ll have to steal them away from my brother.” He tries to suppress a grin before walking up to the two of you. “Hola, Y/N,” Carlos winks at them, then frowns at Camilo, “Mami’s looking for you, if you’re not at Casita by 10 minutes there’ll be a thunderstorm. You wouldn’t want the lovely Y/N to get struck by thunder, would you?”

Camilo quickly shifts back to himself. “Dios, no! I’d rather be struck by a million lightning bolts than let the owner of my heart be struck by one.” Camilo winks at you as well. “Ay, Camilo! Your wink is too much! My heart can’t take it! Now, a kiss on the cheek, for good luck!” Camilo looks at you expectantly, but you laugh in return. “Not now, though. Maybe another day.”

Camilo notices how Carlos snakes his arm around your shoulder, “If Mami needs me back at Casita, shouldn’t you be there too?” Carlos glares at his brother. “No. She specifically told me you should go home. Now.”

Here we go again.

“Fine. I’ll leave you two alone.” Camilo walks away from you and Carlos, mumbling something incoherent.

“Sorry about that, where were we?” You raise an eyebrow at Carlos. “I have to say, I like your confidence. But… you interrupted us, not the other way around.” Carlos grins at you. “If I shifted into Camilo, would that count?”

“Not again. No. Your brother already shifted into you just minutes ago. Can’t have that again. Nope.” You frantically shake your head, but Carlos only laughs at you. “What’s funny?” Carlos smiles at you, it’s… gentle. “Nothing. You’re just adorable.”

You start coughing. “It’s… it’s hot in here, isn’t it? I need to go home!” Carlos looks around. “No? The weather’s perfectly fine.” He smirks at you, “You aren’t flustered, are you?” You cough one last time. “No. Why would I be flustered? Sure, you have devilish good looks, a good smile, you’re charming-” you look at him with an innocent smile, “- a flirt who could use his words to make people do his assignments for him…”

Carlos stopped listening after “devilish good looks.” The boy’s face is completely red, anyone passing by would think his face matches the colour of his ruana. You laugh at him. “Dios, Carlos. What’s got you so red?” You take a few steps closer to him, cupping his face. “Well, you aren’t flustered, are you?” Carlos laughs it off. “What? You’re seeing things.” You narrow your eyes at him. “I don’t believe that, but alright.” You let go of him. “I’ve got things to do, Carlos. I assume the same thing goes for you."

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“They gave him a lot of compliments.” Camilo sighs at Dolores. “Why?” Dolores shrugs, “I can hear things, but I’m not a mind reader.” She makes eye contact with her brother. “Look. I don’t know what’s going on in Y/N’s head but I’ve heard them contemplate their feelings for the both of you on the day you two confessed. You might still have a chance.”

Camilo beams at this and hugs Dolores. “Gracias! You’ll be invited to the wedding.”

Dolores chuckles. “Slow down.”

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To your surprise, Camilo and Carlos have been really peaceful. No fights, or arguments, nothing. Just the occasional flirting with you and they help you with your chores but aside from that, they were in a good mood.

The three of you stop walking and you open the door to your house. “Don’t worry, mama and papa are okay with you two staying here from time to time. ¡Adelante!” (Come in!)

The twins dash to your side as you walk to the kitchen, you place a plate in front of them. “I’m making pancakes. Don’t play with anything.” You wear an apron and smile at them. “You two look… nice” you try to find a positive adjective to better describe them but fail, “Is there a male equivalent for ‘happy wife, happy life’?”

“I could come up with it right now.” Camilo answers, the two of you laugh. “Ah, before that. I’ve been wondering, what’s got you two in such a good mood all of a sudden?”

Carlos replies first. “How would you feel if I said it’s because you’re with me?”

“Carlos Madrigal, ever the flirt. Keep that up and you might steal my heart.” Your casual flirting makes Carlos turn red once again. You start mixing the ingredients in the bowl then turn to Camilo. “What about you, pretty boy?”

Pretty boy? Camilo remembers what Dolores told him earlier and quickly shifts to you, then Dolores, then back to himself.

“Fix your face,” Carlos hisses, “It’s bad already.”

“Well, that didn’t answer my question.” You laugh. Camilo clears his throat before speaking. “I got good news from Dolores earlier today.” You raise an eyebrow at his statement. “Would it be wrong for me to assume if she said that one of you might have a chance with me?”

Carlos’s eyes widen, I have a chance? Well, ‘might’, still.

“I guess that’s a ‘yes’..?” You place the bowl down on the table. “She’s right, though. Whatever I’m feeling right now is complicated… one day it’s like ‘oh, yeah. I think I like Carlos,’ then suddenly Camilo holds my hand and it’s just…” You groan, “I shouldn’t be boring you two with that. I don’t want to lead both of you on but I also don’t want to lose you two.”

The twins sigh. “No matter what happens, we’ll always be twins.” Carlos smiles at Camilo then you. “Unfortunately, he’s right. Fortunately for you, no matter what happens, we’ll always have that bond.”

You smile at them. “Love you both.” Carlos turns away from you to hide his face while Camilo buries his face in his hands, it is the first time you told them you loved them. Even if it is platonic.

“You two look like tomatoes right now.”

#encanto #encanto x reader #camilo madrigal #carlos madrigal #camilo madrigal x reader #carlos madrigal x reader #im going insane #idk what other tags to add lol #dolores madrigal

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anotherdayinchuckletown · 2 years ago

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Max Shaw Headcanons (General + Relationship)

(tw: mentions of drug use, alcohol, and child abuse)

General

First of all, Max is short for Maxwell. Gets so flustered when someone refers to him by his full name.

Nine years younger than Al. He was what some would call a "happy accident."

He was always really outgoing and energetic, ever since he was little. When he took his first steps, he didn't walk, he RAN.

He has ADHD (no, I'm not projecting shhh). Didn't do very well in school, but not because he wasn't smart, he just couldn't remember to get his assignments in on time. Favorite subject was English (he actually really enjoys reading), least favorite was math.

Was the favorite child. He got his fair share of beatings from his father, especially when he would fall behind in school, but Al definitely took the brunt of it as the elder brother.

MOMMA'S BOY. Took her death when he was twelve extremely hard. Things started going downhill after that for him; he acted out more, and she wasn't around to defend him from his father, and Al could only do so much. He started getting "punished" more frequently.

Started shoplifting cigarettes from corner stores when he was fourteen. Weed came a little later, around seventeen.

The Big One (cocaine) started in college. He was there on a track scholarship, but he got caught with it during his senior year and lost the funding. Unfortunately had to drop out as a result.

Heavy drinker, but not enough for it to be an issue. Partial to whiskey (he thinks it's classy) and shitty frat boy beers. VERY insecure about his slight beer gut.

Found Samson on the side of the road in Durango one day, adopted him on the spot. Loves that dog with all his heart.

As y'all know, I hc that Max also has supernatural gifts. He has dreams similar to Gwen, but he just thinks they're your run-of-the-mill night terrors. Uses the coke partially to stay awake so he doesn't experience them.

Really, truly loves his brother. Secretly worries about him a lot, hates the fact that he spends all that time alone in their childhood home with those creepy masks their father collected. Part of him is so scared that Al resents him for getting the better end of the deal in their upbringing, he just wants so badly to be a good brother I'm gonna make myself cry oh my god

Relationship

This man falls in love FAST and HARD. Don't smile at him too kindly, or he'll start imagining your lives together.

Because he gets attached so easily, he unfortunately gets taken advantage of pretty often. 80% of his money troubles is his tendency to attract unsavory women looking for a meal ticket.

He's bi, he just doesn't know it.

If you're in a committed relationship with him, he will not shut up about you. To anyone. Ever. He's pulling pictures of you out of his wallet to show people, he can't help it, he's just so proud of you!!

He will really want you to get along with his brother, so RIP to you I guess (jk, Al would tolerate you for Max's sake, but you better not make one wrong move)

Love language is gifts and physical touch.

Always buying you extravagant gifts he probably can't really afford like jewelry and fancy dinners and such, no matter how much you tell him not to. He wants to spoil you!!

Also, constantly touching you in some form or fashion. Walking down the street? He's either holding your hand, or has an arm around your waist. Sitting down on the couch? He and Samson are BOTH all over you.

Speaking of Samson, will be jealous if you cuddle his dog more than him. Make him jealous, he's adorable when he pouts.

One of his favorite pastimes is snuggling up on the couch and watching a movie with you. What kind? Doesn't matter, he's not picky!!

Musicals? He's practically out of his seat during the songs. Romance? Man's not afraid to cry. Horror? He'll say he's protecting you by wrapping his arms around you, but he's pretty much crawling into your lap before long.

Overall, best trainwreck clingy boyfriend, 10000/10

#max shaw #the black phone 2022 #the black phone #max shaw x reader

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harleysarchive · 4 years ago

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Monegasque Kiss | Charles Leclerc

Fandom: Formula one Warning: My favorite trope, pining after each other and then confess your love. Friends to lovers. 2500 words. I enjoyed writing this a LOT. Pairing: Charles Leclerc x neutral!reader Summary: You and Charles are pining after one another and it ends up with a kiss, with some help from Pierre Gasly

A/N: Once again I’m thanking Screnwriter’s prompts, nr. 10, for sparking my inspiration to write, your prompts are the best! Gif by dams-racing. Honestly, I’m having such a blast writing for Charles and the other drivers, it really inspires me to continue writing.

There were some perks with being friends with formula one drivers. For instance you could go watch them race and kick ass on the tracks. You had known Charles and Pierre since you were younger. You had the fortune to meet them when they raced go kart and you just happened to be in Monaco on vacation with your family when their race was there. You had met them by accident and the three of you had stayed in touch ever since that day. Even though you couldn’t meet them as much as you wanted, you were happy to accompany them on their races, especially when it was in Monaco.

You were by the docks looking at the people on their boats. Music started blasting through the speakers on the boats and people talked loudly to overpower the sound. Champagne was popping, spilling onto the wooden deck and laughter was heard from tipsy people. Girls were tanning on the deck and guys shouting at the people below. But you loved this, the commotion of people and how happy everyone was.

Screams were heard behind you when you saw that the big screen was showing all the drivers and that the drivers were posing in front of said screen. The crowd cheered the loudest when Charles' face was shown and he walked in front of it. Your heart made a jump when you saw him. Ever since that day many years ago, you had had a crush on Charles. But there was no way in hell that you were going to tell him that. Your friendship were too important to destroy by a stupid crush. But something inside you hoped, wished that he felt the same towards you.

Pierre had seen you on the docks and made his way over to you, hugging you from behind. You shrieked, but soon relaxed when you realized who it was. Pierre laughed loudly at your reaction.

“Pierre, you scared the living shit out of me.” you said and smacked him on the arm. His smile just grew even wider.

“I didn’t know that you would be here so soon, (Y/N). I thought me or Charles were going to pick you up at the airport when you landed.”

“No need to, plus I didn’t want to ruin your fashion show down there.” you said and winked at him. He shoved you slightly which made you giggle. The two of you walked towards one of the cafés. The weather was amazing. You and Pierre caught up with everything while waiting for Charles to arrive. Pierre talked about the race and how he had enjoyed some time to hang out with his friends. You talked about your life and what was going on there. This was the first race that you could attend in Europe and you were happy that it was in Monaco.

“So, anyone special at home?” he asked, with a look on his face like he knew something. You looked at him suspiciously.

“No, why?”

“Well you are beautiful. I just wondered why you haven’t found someone yet.” his smirk grew.

He definitely knew.

“Thank you, Pierre. I don’t know.” you tried to sound innocent and oblivious. “Maybe I haven’t found the right one.”

“Or the right one haven’t asked you.” he mumbled into his coffee, which made you turn bright red.

Charles was on his way to your location and he had stopped by a flower shop to buy you some flowers. It had been ages since he had seen you and he wanted to give you something. He had seen you and Pierre hug on the docks, which made him feel a wave of jealousy crash inside of him. But he didn’t want to admit it to himself. The two of you were friends, nothing more, nothing less. But god did he hope for more.

He rounded the corner to see the two of you talking at the café. The sting of jealousy came back again, because it looked like the two of you were on a date. But he tried to dismiss the thought and put on the biggest smile on his face. Pierre saw him first and waved him over, which made you turn to face him. Charles stopped in his tracks when his eyes met yours. His stomach filled with butterflies and he could feel his face getting flustered.

You rose from your chair to run to him and you gave him the biggest hug.

“God how I have missed you, Charles.” you said. He hugged you back and inhaled your scent. How he had missed your hugs and your scent.

“I have missed you so much, (Y/N).”

He let go of you.

“These are for you.”

He gave you the flowers he had bought and you had the biggest smile plastered on your face.

“You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.”

“Thank you so much, Charles.” you beamed and smelled the flowers.

The two of you joined Pierre by the café and continued your chat for some time. You talked about everything and nothing.

“(Y/N), you should join us tonight at the party.” Pierre said.

“There’s a party tonight?”

“Yes, it’s on one of the yacht’s by the dock. I’m sure that you can come as our plus one.” Pierre said and winked at you, which made Charles' expression sour.

“Sounds fun and I get to hang out with you guys even more.” you smiled.

“Great, there will be more formula one drivers there tonight. But just stay close to us and you’ll be fine.”

“What time is it?”

“Around seven.”

“Great, can you pick me up by my hotel before that?”

“Of course.�� they both said.

You grabbed your flowers and left them to get ready for the party. Inhaling the scent one once again and felt the butterflies go nuts in your stomach.

He gave you flowers!

At the hotel you had packed some more fancy clothes, in case this happened and now you were extremely happy that you did. You were done just in time when someone knocked on your door. Outside stood Charles in a blue shirt and he looked ravishing. You opened and his face flustered by your fancy attire.

“Wow, you look amazing.” he breathed. You blushed by his comment and invited him in. He closed the door and sat down on the bed.

“You know, you could’ve stayed at my place for your time here.” Charles said. You froze by his statement and he saw your reaction and he could feel the panic grow inside him.

“I-if you wanted, that is.” he stuttered trying to save the situation. “You are always welcome, you know.”

His hand touched his neck in a nervous gesture and his face was even more flustered than before. You tried to not think too much about what he said, he wanted to be a kind friend towards you. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Thank you, Charles. I will surely take that offer next time I’m in Monaco to see you.” you said and took one last glance in the mirror before the two of you headed for the lobby. The ride towards the party was fun, the two of you cracked jokes which made you cry with laughter. Charles felt proud that he could make you laugh like this and he enjoyed that the two of you were alone.

On the yacht there were people everywhere, talking, drinking, you think you saw someone making out with someone behind the stairs. To give the lovely couple some privacy you turned around to walk over to the bar. Charles and Pierre had to do some interviews and mingle with the bosses and such, which made you stand alone for a while. But you didn’t care, because then you could watch the different people that were at the party. You saw Lewis Hamilton, Max Verstappen and Sebastian Vettel. In one corner you could see Daniel Ricciarido laugh with some people you didn’t recognize.

Sebastian had seen you alone and came up to you. Charles had introduced you when Sebastian was racing for Ferrari and you could tell that Charles looked up to Sebastian. The two of you got along well as well, which made Charles even more happy. However, Sebastian could see the looks the monegasque racer gave you when you weren’t looking. The wistful and yearning looks that only a love-sick person could give. The slight tint of pink on his cheeks whenever you gave him attention or how his attention or body was always turned towards you, no matter what.

“Hey, (Y/N).” he said and embraced you.

“Hey, Sebastian.”

“Enjoying the party?” he said and let go of you.

“It’s nicer now that I have someone to talk to.” you joked and looked over to Pierre and Charles doing some interviews with reporters. Sebastian could see the look you gave them, especially Charles. He felt bad for you that you felt alone.

“Well, I can introduce you to some people if you want?” he asked. You nodded and followed him towards the crowd of the other racers. You met Max, Sergio and Lewis.

Charles had glanced over at you to see that you were doing okay, but that wave of jealousy came crashing inside of him when he saw you talking to the other racers. And with the jealousy came the worry. You turned around to meet his piercing eyes and you smiled at him. His insides melted by your smile and some of the worry and jealousy went away. Some of it, but not all.

When the interview was over he and Pierre went over to the bar. Charles ordered two drinks, one for him and one for you.

“Some encouragement?” Pierre asked.

“For what?”

“Asking (Y/N) to be yours?”

Charles almost choked on air by Pierre’s statement.

“What are you talking about? She is a friend.”

“Yeaaah, a friend that you like… or even more than that.”

Charles just shook his head and headed over to you. You smiled at him when he reached you and someone said that we should continue the conversation on the sofas nearby. The crowd started moving towards the sofas and somehow you didn’t get a seat. Pierre came by to slightly nudge you so that you lost your balance and landed in Charles lap.

“I’m so sorry.” you said frantic, feeling yourself getting flustered, but not as flustered as Charles. You tried to get up from his lap, but he wouldn’t let you.

“I-it’s fine. You can sit here, since there is no other room for you to sit.” he stuttered and eyed Pierre. Pierre just raised his glas towards him and continued his conversation with Esteban. Trying his best to look innocent, but it was exactly the opposite. You nodded and tried your best not to blush profusely. His body was radiating so much heat and you took some deep breaths and tried to relax. But the tention between you and Charles. You could cut it with a knife and you bet that the both of you were blushing messes at the moment. Charles didn’t know where to keep his hands and you didn’t want to move around to much. Charles wanted to both kill Pierre for doing this and thank him at the same time. But now he mostly wanted to kill him. You could feel how stiff your posture was in his lap and tried your best to not lean against him too much. But you wanted too. Charles' hand found its way on your lower back, to act as a backrest. You tried to act cool, but this whole situation made your mind and body freak out. How could you focus on anything else than Charles hand on you back? His warm body and his muscular thighs which you were currently sitting on?

You tried to continue your conversations with the boys. Throughout the night Charles got more and more bold with his actions. It started with that he rested his other hand on your thigh, which made you freeze when he did it, but you soon relaxed to his touch. Then he started to pull you closer to his chest so you were resting against his chest. You could feel it rise up and down, but he hoped that you couldn’t hear his racing heart over how close you were to him. Your arms snaked around his waist and you rested your head against his shoulder. He had a hard time breathing normally with you so close to him.

Later that evening Pierre joined you, which made you break apart from your cozy situation. You and Pierre were talking about some silly things, as usual, and now there was room for you to sit on the sofa, but you didn’t want to leave Charles' lap. Somehow, you had gotten into the topic of different kissing techniques. This made Charles pull you even closer to himself, as he didn’t like the topic that you and Pierre were discussing.

“Have you ever had a french kiss (Y/N)?”

“No, I don’t think so, why?”

“Well, there are a lot of french people here, would you like to try it with a real french man?” he smirked and you burst into laughter, which made you fall of Charles lap and landed between the boys instead. This made Charles expression sour even more. You and Pierre shared a loud and long laughter by what Pierre just said, but Charles… not so much. His eyes darkened as he looked over to his best friend.

“In your dreams, Pierre.” you said and dried away some tears and shoved him away from you.

“Perhaps, but it is certainly in someone else’s dreams.” he said and patted you on the knee and left. You looked at him confused and then turned around to Charles. His eyes were still dark as he followed Pierre, but his flustered cheeks told you something else.

“Do you know what he was talking about?”

Charles’ directed his attention towards you again, trying his best to look unbothered.

“No.” he lied.

You shrugged your shoulders and rose from the sofa.

“Come on, let’s look over the city.”

You grabbed his hand, feeling more bold now that you had sat in his lap for most of the evening. You dragged him towards the railing and looked over Monte Carlo. You hadn’t let go of his hand when you looked over the city. He drew you closer to him and you let your head rest on his arm. Then his curiosity sparked from the conversation you had with Pierre before.

“You haven’t had a french kiss?”

“No, I haven’t.” you laughed but tried to hide the nerves and your embarrassment over the topic. Charles nodded and turned around to face you. You looked at him curiously, which made his stomach do flips. How gorgeous you looked in this light, or in every light for that matter. Your smile, your hair, your laughter, you personality, it was all perfection to him. A wave of confidence crashed inside of him and he saw his chance now. He wanted to be with you and he hoped that you felt the same towards him.

It’s now or never, he thought.

“Well if you haven’t had a french kiss, you probably haven’t had a monegasque kiss.” Charles said with a smirk on his face. He let his hand touch your arm slightly, drawing circles on it.

“A monegasque kiss? What is that?” you asked.

“It’s like a french kiss but better.”

“Better?”

“Yes, because it is with me... “ Charles leaned in closer to you. “And you.”

He closed the gap between the two of you. One of his hands grabbed your cheek while the other hand was on your lower back, pulling you closer to him. Sparks flew as your bodies touched and you stopped breathing for a second, which made Charles nervous. But you soon realized what was happening and you moved in sync with his lips. It felt like no time had passed but your lungs were screaming for air. You broke apart from the kiss, looking into each other’s eyes.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” Charles breathed. You just beamed over what had just happened. Charles’ hand caressed your cheek.

“So… What Pierre said about me kissing a certain someone in a certain someone’s dreams. Was that you?”

“Guilty.” He said and from the back you could hear Pierre cheering and shouting something like ‘finally you guys did it!’.

You just laughed and kissed Charles again, which would be one of many kisses to come and quite frankly, you enjoyed the monegasque kiss much more than you would ever like any other kiss in the future.

A/N: Thank you for reading! 🥰

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The Crown - Steve Harrington

word count: 4462 warnings: dedicated to @high-functioning-fangirl02 <3

You’d give your life to protect these kids.

These kids you’ve known since you started babysitting them in the sixth grade. Back when Mrs Henderson hired you to watch Dustin. Which essentially meant that you’d watch all of them. But that was alright, over the past seven years of being their designated babysitter, you’d grown to love them all.

Mike Wheeler, the snarky little love-struck shit that you spent grieving with since losing Eleven. Lucas Sinclair, the sweet boy with the occasional attitude whom you helped construct his Ghostbusters costume. Will Byers, the full time sweetheart that made you cookies for Valentine’s Day after hearing you complain about being dateless. And of course Dustin, cute little button nosed Dusty with a trash mouthing tendency, whom looked up to you like a role model.

Hell, you were their role model. Driving them to and from school, covering for them on late nights so they could finish their D&D tournaments. Fiercely protecting them a year ago when Hawkins was Demogorgon infested. Standing up for them when you’d see some upperclassmen picking on them.

Those who dared glance the wrong way towards The Party in your presence, were rumored to run home crying with a bleeding nose and terrified shriek. You never put down the rumors… because maybe it had happened once or twice…

Over time The Party was no longer just a band of middle schoolers. It had opened up to their babysitter, being you, a senior girl who had not many other friends. Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, which the boys always claimed was strictly because of family relations. Not because Dustin was still harbouring a crush for Mike’s older sister. The town Sheriff, Jim Hopper, who’d proved himself not to be an asshole, and turned out an alright guy. Joyce Byers, whom you loved like a mother and whom treated you like her own daughter. You’d frequently been titled ‘the daughter she wished to have had’ which always raised a snarky response from her sons. Maxine (just Max. Never Maxine) Hargrove, a high spirited and not your typical girl that you grew fond of easily. Especially since she was nothing like her big brother.

And then there was Steve Harrington. Who… really just was at the wrong place at the wrong time and ended up getting roped into the mess that Hawkins Lab had created. King Steve, as you’d known him before you’d officially met last year by fluke accident, was always the popular boy that had a pretty girl hanging off his arm. You weren’t sure why that changed so quickly, why he didn’t put himself out there as much as he used to, didn’t party hard anymore, wasn’t bragging about the new girl he was with that week like he was known for. Maybe that day, when he walked into the Wheeler’s house right as you Nancy and Jonathan were awaiting the Demogorgon’s arrival, maybe he changed then.

Or maybe it was after he’d been sucked into… whatever this all was… and he changed to keep the secret. Or maybe it was after Nancy had broken up with him, around the same time he started growing closer to Dustin.

But right now as you watched him directing the kids, you were more aware that he wasn’t King Steve anymore, that you had been before. Sure, you’d realized somewhere along the way he was different. But it wasn’t until now that you noticed it completely as it was.

“No listen you little shits, no one, is going anywhere” Steve ordered, holding a wash rag in his hand and pointing it between each of the boys, and girl, that stood in front of him.

“Friggin’ pointless just staying here” Dustin grumbled, walking out of the room whilst still muttering. Mike groaned loudly, dramatically, and left to the living room with Max and Lucas. You knew that he was still plotting you get out there tonight. Consequences and dangers be damned.

You looked to Steve with a sigh, a lazy smile on your lips as you walked past him to go after Dustin. He watched you go, letting out a breath as well as he put his hands on his hips and standing alone in the hall with his thoughts.

He’d give his life to protect these kids.

“Dusty?” You called gently as you walked into the kitchen, seeing Dustin sitting on the floor against the dishwasher. Your brows furrowed as you sat across from him by the cabinets. “You alright kiddo?”

“Would I be sitting in here brooding if I was?” He quipped, though you knew he meant well.

“Sweetheart you’re too adorable to be a brooder” You laughed softly, pulling your knees up slightly. “A pouter maybe, but not a brooder”

“Thanks y/n” He responded dryly. You rolled your eyes in response to his sarcasm.

“Come on kid, open up a little. It’s me” Your words were soft, which did prompt Dustin to consider explaining to you his thoughts. “Please? If we make it out of this alive I’ll take you to the arcade. I’ve got a big jar full of quarters I’ve saved up-”

“Okay okay I’ll take the bribe” Dustin caved with a laugh that made your mood lighten. “Look it’s gonna sound lame and cheesy but… everyone else is helping. Jonathan and Nance and Mrs Byers and Hopper and Elle, but what am I doing?”

“You’re staying safe” Your answer came out instantly, but it didn’t seem to be the one the boy was looking for.

“No I’m not, I’m sitting on the sidelines, watching everyone else go be heroes and getting hurt. I’m not doing a damn thing!”

“Hey” You hummed softly, and scooted over closer to put your head on his shoulder. “You’re a hero Dustin. Don’t tell yourself any differently. All of you are, Mike too, and Lucas, and Max, and-”

“Steve?” Dustin offered, and you nodded, looking at him confusedly by the strange tone of voice he used.

“Of course, why’re you looking at me like that?”

“No reason” Dustin shrugged nonchalantly, brushing off the uncomfortable air between you both.

“Alright well, you should believe me” You continued. “Even if you don’t think so, you’re all my heroes, got it Henderson?” The boy smiled and nodded, prompting you to push the cap of his hat down playfully before he could get up and leave the room.

“Mike’s probably still planning his attack” He told you, but you shrugged and waved a hand.

“Let him plot and brood” You said, and Dustin’s mouth fell open.

“How come Mike can brood but I can’t?” You rolled your eyes, still waving your hand for him to get out of here.

“Just go plot with him, I know you’re itching to” You said, and he grinned wide at you, glad you were letting him go plan their escape and attack.

“Thanks y/n!” He called, already racing out of the room. “You’re the best!” You laughed, shaking your head as you stood back up and dusted off the pants of your overalls. Steve came in a few moments later, watching you almost suspiciously.

“What?” You questioned, and he shrugged, shaking his head.

“Nothing. Just wondering why you’re permitting them to conspire against us” He said.

“They’re not conspiring, they’re just discussing. No harm in that”

“Um, every harm in that. As in all of us, being harmed, because of that” He said, but you didn’t really seem to care what he thought about it.

“They’re fine, we’re all fine, don’t freak out so much mom” You said, walking out towards the kids and seeing them all circled up and discussing their big plan.

“I’m not a mom” Steve argued, and you chuckled, turning to see him, his dish rag on his shoulder, hands on hips. It only made you laugh more.

“Mhm, alright. Well then what would you call yourself?” You replied sarcastically, nodding towards his own stance, and making Steve second guess himself.

“This- you-! Alright whatever just stay away from the windows and go be safe somewhere” He muttered, walking into the living room where the kids were. You rolled your eyes again, but couldn’t help the smile on your lips.

Perhaps, you thought, King Steve was the king of something else now.

You watched as he was waving his rag at the kids again, yelling at them for plotting behind his back, and reminding them that no one was going anywhere. But even as Dustin pouted, Steve was rubbing his hand over the thirteen year old’s head. Almost soothingly, like he felt bad for ending their little meeting.

“What a mom” You mumbled, and headed back into the kitchen for something to eat.

You used to resent Steve, back when he was the king of school and didn’t care about anything more than he cared about his popularity and his hair. Back when he didn’t give a shit about pretty much anything. And looking at him now and seeing him watch over these kids, you could physically feel your heart swelling. If that isn’t character development, you weren’t sure what was.

You weren’t sure why it made you feel so bubbly either.

“Listen runts, we’re staying here, we’re staying safe, and we’re not dying!” Steve said, for what felt like the fifth time. But Mike kept arguing back at him.

“Everyone else is out there!”

“Everyone else knows how to fight all that shit!” Steve retorted. “We are staying, here” He repeated slowly, waving his rag between each word. “You got that?”

“You’re just saying that cause y/n’s here. If she wasn’t here, we’d all be getting in your car and going!” Lucas spoke up. Your brows furrowed at that.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, ignoring your search for food and now strutting into the room where everyone else was. “Am I dragging you down?” You asked, almost sarcastic, but wondering what he’d actually meant by his announcement. Were you dragging them down?

“No, Steve would just protect your ass over our asses” Max shrugged, and the others nodded.

“What the hell? Everyone here is protecting their own asses, I’m not getting killed for a bunch of kids!” Steve said, making flustered and jerky movements. You brushed off their newly sprung argument over where Steve’s bat is swinging and who it’s swinging for.

Apparently, The Party was certain that he’d die for you, rather die for them. But you didn’t care much about what they thought. They’d always thought that you and Steve were meant to be some power couple, but you supposed it was just cause you were the same age and the kids only ever saw you two together. There was no real evidence (as far as they showed) towards the ‘chemistry’ you and Steve supposedly had.

You wandered to the window, curiously looking out it with your arms wrapped around yourself.

“Will you just shut up?” Mike’s yelling made you jump a little, and you turned to see your friends all still arguing with each other. You smiled slightly, meeting Steve’s eyes as he gave you a bored look. You just laughed a little bit back at him. Steve’s expression softened into a small smile. Your face flushed with heat, and you nervously turned away from him to look back out the window again.

A light blinded you almost instantly, making you squint your eyes and put a hand over them to try and clear your vision.

“What the hell?” You muttered, leaning closer to the glass to see what was going on. Headlights, there was a car here. Someone was here. “Steve?” You called, not turning away from the window. He came over right away, looking outside to see a familiar Camaro parked in the driveway.

“Shit” He grumbled, walking towards the front door.

“What- where are you going? Who is it?” You asked, following quickly after him, but Steve quickly turned to make you stay back.

“Just stay in here-”

“Sinclair!” A voice hollered from outside, and you jumped, eyes widening as you recognized it. “I know you’re in there!”

“Billy?” You whispered to Steve, who nodded. You stepped backwards, eyes never leaving Steve’s. “What’s he doing here?” Your voice was quiet.

Billy Hargrove, was the most vile, horrible person you’d ever met. And his wicked ways of bending people to his will, shook you intensely to your core. It was no secret to the others that Billy not only terrified you, but would seductively torture you every day. Sure, you’d been picked on before, but this was different. Every day he’d come to you, hoping to get something out of you, just to mess with you.

“Come on babe, a little kiss, just a little one, we can discuss the rest later”

“You don’t want to get a ride home with me and have some fun?”

“When’re you finally gonna give this up and just put out?”

You shuddered slightly, practically feeling his hot breath against your skin just thinking about the things he’s said to you. Stopping you in the hallways, finding you at your locker, approaching you while you waited at Steve’s car for a ride home.

“I know you’re in there you little pig! Come out here or I’ll have to go in!” His voice was dangerous, threatening. And you felt a legitimate fear for your life, and the kids’.

“It’s fine, you’re fine, I promise” Steve said quietly, out of earshot of the others. “All of you stay here, stay away from the windows” He ordered, giving you one last look before you turned and went to The Party. They needed you right now, all huddled around Lucas and Max to make sure if Billy were to look inside, he wouldn’t see them.

“Come on guys” You said softly, ushering them as far away from the window as you could. Steve, on the other hand, opened the door and stepped outside.

Instead of hiding in a room, completely out of sight of the maniac, you all ducked under the windowsill to see what was happening.

“Am I dreaming or is that really you Harrington?” You felt your entire body quivering upon hearing Billy’s voice. Dustin, who was crouched next to you, turned and gave you a worried look, but your eyes were dead set on the outside.

“Yeah it’s me, don’t cream your pants” Steve responded, walking out towards him as he pulled off his leather jacket.

“What’re you doing here amigo?” Billy asked, the cigarette hanging off his lips moving as he spoke.

“I could ask you the same thing” Steve responded, void of emotion. “Amigo”

“Lookin’ for my step sister. Little birdie told me she was here”

“Huh, that’s weird I don’t know her” Steve lied easily, and convincingly. You prayed to God that Billy believed him.

“Small? Redhead?” Billy replied disbelievingly. “Bit of a bitch?”

“Ashole” Max muttered to herself inside.

“Doesn’t ring a bell, sorry buddy” Steve replied, still not sounding like he cared even an inkling. Billy nodded, taking out his cigarette.

“You know… I don’t how this, this whole situation Harrington is um.., it’s giving me the heebie jeebies” Billy said, looking at Steve a little more threateningly.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“My thirteen year old sister goes missing all day, and then I find her with you” Billy pointed accusatory hands towards Steve, giving him a disgusted look. “In a strangers house” He continued. “And you lie to me about it” Steve chuckled bitterly, shaking his head and looking away for a moment.

“Yeah, maybe you were dropped too much as a child or what” Steve said snarkily. But Billy just grinned his twisted grin and licked his tongue over the front of his teeth. “I don’t know what you don’t understand about what I just said”

You felt a chill go down your spine as Steve’s protectiveness took over his tone. Dustin beside you mumbling a quiet, “Holy shit”

“She’s not here” Steve said carefully. Billy nodded, looking pointedly towards the window where you and The Party were all huddled and looking out of.

“Then who’s that?” He asked, pointing his cigarette towards his sister.

“Down!” You hissed, and the five of you dropped to the floor so fast you all groaned from the impact of the floor.

“Shit!” Dustin cursed. “Did he see us?”

“Oh shit” Steve grumbled. “Okay listen-” Billy pushed him to the ground before he could explain anything. The boy kicked him, before storming up into the house.

“Well well well” Billy smirked, seeing you and The Party standing there together, you in front of all of them. “y/n l/n, what a lovely little surprise” You grimaced, but he didn’t seem to care. “And Lucas Sinclair, not so much a surprise at all” You moved over more in front of Lucas, who’s hands grabbed onto your arm out of fear. “I thought I told you to stay away from him Max”

“Billy, go away” Max retorted, but her voice wavered.

“You disobeyed me” Billy leaned over his step sister tauntingly. “And you know what happens when you disobey me” He added in a hushed, volatile voice.

“Billy-”

“I break things” He uttered, before pushing you aside, crashing your body into the wall. Before slamming Lucas up against the cupboards.

“Billy stop!” Max and the others began to yell, Dustin rushing over to help you up, but you were already standing up on your own.

“Get off of me!” Lucas cried.

“Since Maxine won’t listen to me, maybe you will” Billy muttered. “You stay away from her. Stay-! Away from her” He yelled awkwardly. “Do you hear me?”

“I said get off me!” Lucas screamed again, followed by a knee between Billy’s legs. You gasped, feeling a moment of pride as Billy stumbled back and released him.

“You are so dead Sinclair!” Billy hollered. “You’re dead-”

“No” Steve grabbed Billy by the shoulder, spinning him around roughly. “You are” And with that he swung his fist and planted it hard enough against Billy’s jaw to make him topple over.

“Steve!” You yelped out of surprise. He looked at you for a moment, nodding in reassurance as he shook out his hand. It’d been a while since he’d hit anybody. Billy stood back up, laughing menacingly. “You’re a fucking psycho!” You screeched before you could stop yourself.

“Looks like you got some fire in you after all huh!?” He yelled at Steve. “I’ve been waiting to meet this King Steve everybody’s been telling me so much about” He stepped closer to Steve, glaring at him.

“Get out” Steve muttered, pushing Billy’s chest lightly to move him away from him. Billy stepped back and stood there for a moment. And after a few seconds passed you were certain that he was going to stay back.

Until he swung swiftly at Steve, but missed as Steve ducked just in time. You gasped, clapping your hands over your mouth in terror. Steve stood back up and swung his fist again, hitting Billy and making him stumble again.

“Yes! Get him Steve!” Dustin cheered, and the others began to as well. You couldn’t find yourself to say anything, just wince every time a punch was made. Steve hit him two more times, and Billy ran into the kitchen sink. Leaning back and wincing in pain.

“Kill him! Kill him!” Mike was yelling. But Billy grabbed a plate of the counter, smashing it over Steve’s head, and making him fall to the ground.

“Steve!” You screamed now, taking long strides to get over to him, only to be pushed away by Billy. Who hit Steve as soon as he stood up again. He grabbed Steve by the shoulders, staring him down.

“No one. Tells me what to do” He muttered angrily, and threw his head forward hard into Steve’s knocking him down again.

“Fucking hell” You mumbled, tears beginning to prick your eyes in fear that Billy was actually going to kill Steve. The mullet wearing psycho leapt onto Steve, pinning him down and swinging punch after punch against his face.

“Stop it!” Mike yelled at the top of his lungs, but it did nothing to end Billy’s attack.

“Steve!” Dustin hollered.

You stood frozen, every scene in front of you soundless, and moving slowly. You could only feel your heart in your chest, sending you into an anxiety attack, you were sure. But it barely mattered to you in that moment. You turned away, and your eyes landed on something.

The syringe used on Will earlier.

Sleep… put him to sleep… your thoughts were broken as you reached for it, looking at it in your hands for a few seconds, before stepping forward and slamming the needle into Billy’s neck without a hesitation. Mike and Dustin gasped, standing back. Everyone’s eyes stuck on the syringe hanging out of BIlly’s neck now. A disgust filling them up at the sight.

“Shit y/n” Dustin mumbled, his hand covering his mouth to stop vomit from flowing.

Billy stood up, wobbling slightly as he turned to look at you. He pulled the needle out of his neck, vision beginning to fail. “The hell is this?” He asked, trying to step towards you threateningly, but he was wobbling so much you didn’t even move. No longer afraid of him.

“You’re fucking done Hargrove” You muttered, and before thinking twice to second guess yourself, punching him across the jaw, and sending him back on his ass. Billy groaned, staying down where he’d fallen against the couch.

“Shit what did you do” He mumbled, growing dizzy from the mix of drug and pain.

A few moments later he completely passed out.

“Fuck” You hissed in pain, putting your bruising knuckles against your mouth. You didn’t think punching someone would hurt so damn much.

“y/n holy shit”

“Are you okay?”

“That was badass!”

The Party was fussing and cheering for you, but you didn’t respond, kneeling down by Steve next and counting up all the cuts and bruises he was beginning to sport. He was unconscious, that was for sure. But he’d be in for a world of hurt when he woke up.

“Come on, help me get him back to Jon’s bed” You called to the kids.

It was difficult moving him, but after ten minutes you’d managed to get him into Jonathan’s room to lie on the bed there. You were sat next to him, a cold wet rag in your hand, and the open first aid kit on the ground. It took you awhile to clean off all the blood and apply bandages where you thought they were necessary. There was a frozen bag of peas you’d put over one of his eyes to stop the swelling, but so far it still looked pretty bad.

The Party had sat with you for what felt like a long time before you told them to go back to the living room and wait for the others to return home. Dustin put up a small fight about it, but eventually gave in and listened to your order. And now it was just you kneeling on the ground by Steve, watching over him carefully. Making sure he was breathing okay, and that nothing would begin to bleed again.

“Well King Steve, you got quite the ass kicking” You mumbled, just to yourself. Your fingers placed a few stray hairs on his forehead back into place. “But your crown is still there” You smiled to yourself, fingertips gently brushing his hair.

“y/n?” Your eyes looked back at him as he mumbled, almost incoherently. “What happened?” The poor boy’s eyes weren’t even open.

“You put up a really good fight” You told him softly. He winced, the pain probably beginning to settle in.

“Did I win?” He groaned, eyes clenching shut momentarily. You bit down on your lip and shook your head, even though he couldn’t see you.

“You put up a really good fight” You repeated yourself, playing with his hair again. Steve sighed, knowing the answer.

“Is he gone?” He asked, eyes finally beginning to flutter open.

“Yeah… yeah he won’t be back any time soon, I’m sure” You answered. Steve looked up at you, smiling down gently at him. He smiled back instantly, and moved his arm to push your hair back, but even at it’s slight movement you winced in pain. “You’re in pretty bad shape” You told him quietly. “But you’ll heal up alright”

“Are you okay?” He asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine” You shrugged slightly. “We’re all really worried about you. Dustin thought you were dead” Steve chuckled painfully, shaking his head a little bit.

“Are they alright? Max and Lucas?”

“Yeah, we’re all good Steve” You hummed with a slight nod. You leaned forward, a little closer to him to check on the eye swelled under the bag of peas. You frowned, seeing the black and blue bruise that only seemed to be spreading.

“I’m alright, don’t fuss so much” Steve said, putting his hand over the bag and pushing it back against his face. Your eyes met his for a moment.

“You’re pretty bruised up Harrington” You sighed, taking the wet rag in your hand and dabbing it gently on his bruised cheek. “There’s not an inch of your face spared”

“It’ll be fine, I’ll heal up”

“Years from now, maybe” You replied sarcastically, and he smiled at you while you carefully pressed the cold cloth to his face.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He murmured, and you looked at him for the briefest of seconds before going back to work. Now is not the time to talk about feelings, you thought to yourself.

“Yeah? Go play hero some more and you’ll never see anything again” You told him, and he shrugged slightly, not having a response to that.

“I just wanted to remind you. In case you haven’t been told in a while” He said. You bit on the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling too much. You looked down at him, your eyes softening slightly.

You leaned over closer to him, pausing for a moment before pressing your lips lightly against his. It was a chaste kiss, only lasting a few seconds as you didn’t want to hurt him anymore than he already was. When you pulled back, you smiled nervously at him, and he only smiled back at you.

“You’re lucky you didn’t die Harrington” You said, and got right back to work on pressing the rag to his wounds.

“That I am” He replied cheekily.

You giggled softly, smiling down at him and wondering just when he’d changed so much.

You knew he’d give his life for these kids too, just like you would.

love me some babysitter steve

xoxo ~ jordie

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things scenario #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington scenario #steve harrington imagine

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wrennefer · 2 years ago

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Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson fic recs

Personal recs based off of my own picky preferences. These are all bookmarked on my A03. Steddie is the OTP for all of these fics.

1) alone again, or It’s 1991 and Steve is still in Hawkins, still living with his mother, still single, and still working at Family Video. At least he’s the manager now, for whatever that’s worth. But he’s stuck here while Robin and Dustin and everyone else have moved away. Moved on.

Well, everyone except for Eddie. They're best friends, spend most of their time together, and it's nice to have a friend like that. But Steve is still looking for love with a capital "L". At least, he thinks he is.

2) stereoscope Here's Steve Harrington's biggest secret, though: It's not the alternate dimension brimming with monsters or the impossible girl with powers. It's the fact that he and Eddie Munson have been friends all along. In an on-and-off, tangential, fucked up kind of way. Never on his own terms. But still friends.

3) I'll hear you scream Eddie thinks he may well have pissed himself, and who can blame him? It hurts so fucking bad.

And then Eddie understands why. And that might just be the scariest thing that has ever happened to him.

Steve fucking Harrington is driving an actual real life sword into Eddie’s heart.

4) Some things cosmic Steve has a dream about Eddie.

And another. And another. And another... 5) What would they say if they ever knew? But then he sees Robin smiling around him, and he sees Eddie smiling, and he feels like he’s having heart palpitations. It’s obviously because of Robin, there’s no way a guy could ever make him feel this way (and he’s deeply repressing those times growing up, when play wrestling with Tommy H. would make him a bit flustered, he’s not thinking about the times in the locker rooms with his teammates where his eyes would linger just a fraction longer than they should—no, that never pops into his mind at any given moment, not at all).

OR, if Eddie was introduced in Season 3 instead of Season 4.

6) The one in which a time loop is fucking exhausting. It’s the first time in a while that he doesn’t know what comes next. He’s dove into the water hundreds of times. Screamed as his flesh was torn apart, heard Master of Puppets in the distance and held back tears. Felt Max’s cold, small hand in his as she laid in the hospital bed. There are things that always happen, no matter how hard he tries: El doesn’t arrive in time. Eddie dies. Max is put in a coma.

Steve fails. They lose.

“Steve. How many loops have you been through?”

His head is nodding, and his eyes are watery, and Eddie has approached him like a spooked animal.

“I lost count.”

AKA: The one where Steve Harrington is stuck in a time loop, and Eddie Munson is really fucking hard to save, or: fuck Volume 2, these bitches are in love.

7) Don't imagine you're too familiar When Robin finally gets to the hospital, there are two things immediately wrong.

One, is that she’s here several hours after she meant to be. The second is that Steve Harrington isn't in a hospital bed.

OR, several moments at Hawkins Memorial Hospital post-battle.

8) I'm odds and ends Steve Harrington had spent all of his high school years avoiding Eddie The Freak Munson at all costs. But now that Dustin Henderson has started Hawkins High, and joined the Hellfire Club, avoidance is quickly becoming impossible.

9) Nothing quite like this Wayne Munson does not like Steve Harrington. Hate was probably too strong word to use towards a boy barely out of teens and edging into manhood, but it was a close thing.

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disdaidal · 3 years ago

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would honestly love to see what you'd write for the "bath towels" candy heart :3c <3

Ahh thank you my dear. <333

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Billy works at the community pool all summer and keeps seeing this one guy hanging out by the pool every day. He's got dark hair, dark eyes, and soft, boyish features. He's all pasty white, around Billy's height, and looks to be around Billy's age as well. Billy knows he works at the ice cream parlor at the mall and that his name is Steve, but that's pretty much all that Billy even knows about him.

Regardless, the guy shows up there every day after work, always chooses the most shadowy spot in the whole place, which has an excellent view to Billy's lifeguard tower by the way, then proceeds to slather himself with an obscene amount of sunscreen, to finally doing nothing but sitting there all day until the pool's closing hours.

Aside from those times when he actually gets up and takes a swim in the pool, and just happens to be an excellent swimmer as well, not that Billy ever watches him or takes notes or anything. And when he gets up, all wet, glistening in the sun, his dark body hair stuck to his pale skin and his longish, dark hair glued against his neck, he makes sure to do it as slow as possible. Never fails to make eye contact with Billy as he does it or when he passes him by.

So, by now, Billy has already figured out that Steve doesn't come here to swim or get a tan. And two can play this game.

Billy knows that Max knows Steve, so he finally bribes her to give away Steve's working schedule. He starts driving her and her weird friend, Jane, to the mall, as often as possible. And while the girls go shopping, Billy makes sure to visit Scoops Ahoy each time and order U.S.S. Butterscotch or a strawberry or cherry popsicle. Obscenely licking his ice cream spoon and practically deepthroating his popsicle while keeping eye contact on Steve, and takes great delight in getting Steve flustered and making him mess up his orders, only to get yelled at that freckled blonde chick that Steve works with, whom Billy finds strangely amusing.

Sometimes Billy takes his fellow lifeguard, Heather, along who's figured out Billy's sexuality by now and is very supportive of him and knows what's going on, and they have so much fun playing the happy couple in front of Steve, giggling and feeding each other ice cream, trying to make the pretty boy jealous. While Billy also keeps giving Steve mixed signals by winking at him from his table, then ordering some more ice cream while heavily leaning forward against the counter and batting his dark eyelashes at Steve; a pink, wet tongue caught between his teeth.

Steve has a habit of blushing down to his neck, Billy has noted.

It doesn't end there. Billy starts bringing cherry slushies and popsicles to his workplace as well. One day when Steve is sitting there again, in his usual spot, wearing his black Ray-Bans, thinking he's so smooth and cool and so not coming here every day to drool over a shirtless Billy in red pool shorts, Billy is having the time of his life teasing the living shit out of him. He's sucking and licking and nibbling the end of his straw and messily slurping around the popsicle that keeps melting in the hot sun, sucking the juice from his fingers. His mischievous eyes constantly follow Steve's reactions, which Steve, unfortunately, cannot see because Billy wears his brown aviators all the time.

Billy's pretty sure he's spotted Steve sport a boner at the pool before and tries not to grin openly when he sees Steve adjust himself, get up and quickly make his way towards the showers. Probably taking a cold shower; a thought that makes Billy downright giddy.

He asks one of the lifeguards to take over because he hasn't had his break yet, and shortly follows Steve into the showers.

Lucky for him, it's a quiet hour and nobody else is there to distract them.

He hears one of the showers running and strolls towards it, hearing muffled grunts. Billy’s eyebrows nearly shoot up into his hair and his face spreads into a grin as he slowly approaches the right shower stall and stops right in front of it. He grabs Steve's bathrobe, lays it over his shoulder, and walks away. Then grabbing a chair and carrying it to the other side of the room, Billy sits down and patiently waits for Steve to finish his shower. He’s got twenty minutes, and he’s not in a hurry to go anywhere else.

So when Steve eventually finishes his shower - and getting off, Billy's sure of it -, he finally pulls the shower curtain aside and reaches out to grab his towel from the hook but finds nothing. Billy tries not to snicker aloud when the pretty boy peeks his head out of the stall and peers around him dumbly, then finally spots Billy and starts walking towards him.

Steve keeps his head bowed down as he approaches Billy, looking awkward as fuck, and Billy's not helping it make it any less awkward for him by sitting with his legs wide open, with Steve's towel resting on his shoulder, as he keeps sucking on a lollipop inside one cheek. His gaze shamelessly traveling back and forth between Steve's face and crotch.

"Can I have my towel back, please?" Steve asks with a quiet voice, his hand extended towards Billy. He sounds strangely tired and humiliated and it does nothing to stifle Billy's mirth.

"I don't know, can you?"

"Please."

Steve's eyebrows are furrowed, his big brown eyes already looking defeated and Billy takes pity on him. The corner of his mouth twitches as he rolls the lollipop in his mouth to his other cheek, and then unwraps the towel from his shoulder, handing it to Steve. "There you go."

Steve nods his wordless thanks and wraps the towel around his narrow hips. Billy almost pouts to see the best parts of him covered but quickly recovers from it. "Nice form." He whistles lowly. "You come here often?"

Steve gives him an annoyed look in return and Billy innocently blinks back at him. It only serves to deepen Steve's frown and he turns away from Billy, trying to walk past him towards the locker room.

Billy grins and he grabs around Steve's arm, stopping him. Steve stops but looks even more annoyed now and attempts to struggle free. Billy's strong though and it takes more than that to break free from his grip. He narrows his blue eyes almost dramatically as he stares up at Steve. "What were you doing in the shower?"

Steve huffs and snaps at him, clearly upset now:

"What do you mean what I was doing, I was taking a shower! What a stupid question." He's fully rambling now like Billy's struck a nerve, and Billy can't tell if Steve's annoyed or flustered or even both but he thinks it's awfully cute.

"You see, that's not what I heard."

It makes Steve stop in his tracks and stare back at Billy. His pupils are dilated and his mouth is opening in a silent 'o', like a deer caught in the headlights. "What do you mean?"

Billy doesn't hesitate to demonstrate the deep grunts and the little 'ah ahs' that he's so sure he heard coming from Steve's cubicle, albeit he's slightly overdoing it, and Steve's face and neck start looking a little bit pinkier again. "What's the color of the day, pretty boy?"

"Fuck you, man."

"Is that what you were doing? Beating your meat in the public showers, thinking about fucking me? I'm flattered."

"That's not-" Steve half-shouts and raises his finger in the air, somehow seeming even more frantic and guilty than before. "Wh-why would I even think about that!? That's- you're-"

"Hot. Sexy. I know. I've seen you looking."

“Looking at what, exactly?”

“At me, you dork. You come here every day and you keep making eyes at me. You don’t think I’ve noticed?” Billy laughs heartily, noisily sucking on his lollipop, and then winks at Steve.

He swears that Steve’s ears are getting pinker, and he almost wants to grab them and feel if they feel as warm as they look.

"Man, I seriously don't know what you're talking about-" Steve argues and Billy finally loses his grip on his arm, but dips his fingers into the waistband of Steve's towel instead, causing the towel to open and fall at Steve's feet.

Another Cheshire grin spreads on Billy's face, and Steve's quickly flustered down to his chest again. The brunet crouches quickly to pick up his towel but Billy stops him again and places a warm hand on his chest, right above where his dark curls are. Suddenly they’re so close and looking straight into each other's eyes. So close in fact that Billy’s sure he can catch a speck of gold reflected in Steve’s honey-brown eyes while Steve’s actively trying to decide if Billy’s eyes look more blue than green.

“I’ll tell you what,” Billy says, sounding slightly breathless, and keeps his hand planted on Steve’s warm, damp chest, as he pushes him backward and himself up from the chair. He takes two steps closer, right into Steve’s space and effectively blocking his way from even trying to reach down to the floor again and pick up his towel, until their noses are almost touching. Then finally, albeit begrudgingly, takes his hand off of Steve’s chest. “Meet me here after work. I’m closing the pool at eight, as I’m sure you already know. Meet me here then, and I’ll make it worth your while.”

Steve feels dazed, probably because they’re standing almost too close to each other and he can practically feel Billy’s breath tickling his lips and his body touching his - which is still clothed while Steve’s fully naked -, and he’s painfully aware of it. “And why on earth would I wanna do that?”

Billy smirks at him and looks at Steve behind heavy eyelashes. His mouth makes a wet, popping sound as he pulls off his lollipop and places it between Steve’s fingers instead. Billy's pretty sure he feels a slight kick of Steve's dick against his shorts, considering how close they're standing to each other and how stunned and flushed Steve's face looks right then, but Billy decides to hold his tongue for once.

“You like to watch me, don’t you?”

Steve’s jaw clenches and his eyes darken but he says nothing. Billy smirks.

“Well, I’m offering you a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to look at me,” He mutters as he briefly looks down at Steve’s chest where his finger keeps drawing lazy patterns along his dark chest hair. The other boy seems completely stunned and taken aback by his words and motions, and Billy absolutely loves how much control he has over the other man. “You meet me here,” Then leans closer to whisper in his ear, “And I’ll show you everything.”

The tip of his tongue slightly flicks against the shell of Steve’s ear, causing the brunet to jump and gasp softly. Billy then pulls back grinning and admires how Steve's eyes have suddenly gotten wider; his pupils are blown and his mouth hangs slightly open. “That’s... so gross,” Steve mutters and frowns, but doesn't sound convincing at all. “You’re so full of yourself, you know that?”

Billy laughs again, softly. “But it gets your dick wet, doesn’t it?” Billy shamelessly ogles down at Steve’s body again and yes, something else has arisen and gotten wet at this point. Billy's mouth waters slightly just from seeing that and he’d love nothing more than drop down on his knees and get a taste of that, hearing the pretty boy beg and moan his name, but Billy's still at work and can’t risk someone walking into them. He looks at the clock on the wall. “Well, I’d love to help you with that but duty calls.”

He slightly pushes Steve back and then steps away from him, moving away to walk past him. Smacking Steve's ass loudly as he makes his way past, causing Steve to yelp and jump again. Billy laughs loudly this time and waves as he goes.

“See you later, pretty boy.”

Strutting away like a proud rooster; swaying his hips like a little harlot.

Steve really hates him now.

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He sticks around the closing time, though.

Waits until everybody’s leaving and keeps making those nervous eyes towards Billy who still sits in his tower like a king of the hill and looks completely unbothered. Keeps biting on his thumbnail because he doesn’t know if Billy was being serious or just fucking with him.

About ten minutes before the pool’s closing time, Billy finally lowers his sunglasses and makes eyes with Steve. Wiggling his perfectly sculpted, dark eyebrows, he pokes his tongue between his teeth, then signals Steve with his head, pointing towards the showers.

Steve looks away, annoyed. Contemplating whether he should just leave the whole place because fuck this guy. What a dick. But Steve’s dick seems to fancy the living, walking dick that Billy Hargrove is, and it wouldn't be the first time Steve's dick has taken over his head and made him make some really stupid decisions. Or how much control Billy Hargrove seems to have over his dick because Steve can’t physically seem to stop himself from coming here, just to see those broad shoulders, strong arms, abs of steel, tight ass, and thick thighs, and just picture how they would feel on him, manhandling him or wrapped around him. Steve’s already lost count of how many times he's creamed his pants just from thinking about this hot mess of a lifeguard working at the pool, and knowing that this wet dream of his might be finally becoming true, is driving him up the wall. Steve hates to even think about the possibility of Billy doing this to him just because the blonde Californian wants to have a good laugh at his expense, and something to gossip about.

Hawkins is a small town after all. Way too small for flaming queers and bi-curious, former, popular ex-jocks like Steve Harrington.

But his dick is persistent and desperate to get wet tonight because it hasn’t gotten this wet in months, and Steve curses when he actually gets up and finally walks into the showers. He's desperate to keep himself in control and tries to think about unsexy things like Jonathan Byers or Demogorgons, so he wouldn't pop a boner in front of everybody just from thinking about Billy until he’s reached the shower.

He stands under the running shower and keeps soaping himself up over and over again, hoping to wash off the sweat and chlorine, making sure his crucial parts are clean until Billy’s voice finally echoes throughout the shower room:

“The pool’s closed.”

Steve turns off the shower and briefly contemplates about leaving again before he realizes he’s making a huge mistake, and he almost does exactly that until he hears the wet sound of Billy’s feet tapping across the floor tiles. The cool gust of air hits Steve’s skin as the shower curtain is being pulled off and he turns around to see a smug Billy Hargrove, shirtless and wrapped in a bath towel, standing by the doorway and leaning against one arm.

Steve blinks his eyes.

“You stayed.”

“So I did.”

Billy straightens himself slowly from the doorway and then tilts his head adorably, dropping the towel on the floor.

Billy certainly wasn’t lying when he promised Steve he would show everything.

Steve's wet dreams are finally coming true and he gets to see Billy Hargrove in all his glory, and he's pretty sure he feels his pulse getting stronger and his heartbeats pounding in his throat, and he barely has time to assess that when Billy's naked, hot body is already pushing into his. Pushing him against the wall, cradling his head, exploring his mouth deep and wet with his tongue, his hands roaming in Steve's hair and then up and down his hot, wet, wanton body and—

Yeah.

Steve definitely came here for this.

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🤍 candy hearts 🤍

#thanks for the lovely ask <3 #and as usual i'm not capable of producing short ficlets so #hope you like it #harringrove #harringrove ficlet #harringrove fanfiction #pool au #steve x billy #billy x steve #my writing #replies #rascheln #candy hearts prompts #this took me all night goddamn it. but for once i'm actually satisfied #*

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