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every-dayiwakeup · 2 years ago

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another 2 songs, first one is a bit short ! “I Want You” by Mitski ✨ and the second one (who knew this was coming) “Daddy Issues” by The Neighbourhood ☺️

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Alright! Another song to add to my playlist (I love Mitski)! Also this became a bit of an AU interpretation so I'm gonna run with it 😏😏) I'm gonna split this into two posts, but I'll tag you in the other one ofc ❤️

The first part of my interpretation is:

*an AU where Steve, Nancy, Robin, Dustin, and Eddie return to the Upside Down to carry out their part in killing Vecna, and they find someone they know to be dead*

*** Part One: AU***

It's the End of the World As We Know It

I want you

When Billy was killed by the Mind Flayer, that was when Steve realized he loved him. Unfortunate timing, right? As Toto wisely put it, love wasn't always on time. Fuck Toto.

I hold one card, that I can't use

Perhaps it was for the best. After all, it wasn't the right era, either. Even if Billy has survived -if Steve had done more than just watch his body get punctured like a piece of paper- there was no guarantee he loved Steve back. Neil Hargrove died of a "broken heart" (Steve didn't know he had one. Fuck Neil.) and Billy should've been here with him, celebrating the death of the old ball and chain.

Billy deserved to know the perks of a Neil-free life. Max deserved to have her big brother.

It wasn't Steve's loss. So why did he feel so empty?

But I want you

But Billy was gone. Dead. The world would move on without him. Steve just couldn't bring himself to follow suit. Fuck the world.

As it turned out, the world had selective hearing, because it did indeed start to fuck itself. Or rather, Vecna did.

You're coming back

Steve was about to become bat food. He writhes around in vain, because he's supposed to stay alive. For the kids. For Robin. For-

His eyes start to roll to the back of his head, foam spewing from his mouth-

Then the tentacle thingy abandones its hold on his neck, and he breathes in and out, his lungs graciously accepting oxygen like a starving man at an all you can eat buffet.

"Harrington? That you?"

Steve bolts upright, eyes wide. They're watery, but they make out a stocky man with matted hair, and fiery blue eyes.

"Hargrove?" he weezes out in disbelief.

"In the flesh," Billy replies. He's covered head to toe with blood and demo guts, and his wife beater is torn, showing purple flowery scars.

It's logically not possible for him to be alive, but Steve's never been more relieved. Fuck logic. He was friends with a girl who could move things with her mind. Plus Billy Hargrove had proven several times before Starcourt that he was immune to logic in all of it's forms. It's almost scary how fast Steve accepts that he's real.

Billy crouches in front of him, doing what he does best; invading Steve's personal space.

Billy hastily pushes back the hair sticking to Steve's face, and Steve swears he sees tears gathering in Billy's eyes.

"I thought... I thought everyone forgot about me... I tried to-to reach out... but-"

Steve gets caught in the moment, cupping Billy's face in his. He's disturbed by the lack of squish, but make no mistake, it's Billy fucking Hargrove. "Me, forget you? Have you met yourself? You're pretty damn unforgettable, Billy."

Billy's mouth forms a small "o".

"Steve, I-"

"Step away from him, or I'll shoot!" A gun is pressed to the back of Billy's, and Steve tackles him.

"Christ, Nancy! Put that fucking gun away, it's Billy!"

Speaking of, the boy is quivering under him, and Steve shoots Nancy a dirty look as he tries to calm him down.

"This isn't the time or place for a Shakespeare play, Harrington! Take your Romeo and let's fucking haul ass!" Eddie practically screeches, waving his arms around frantically.

Billy barks one of his horrendous hyena laughs, causing the other teenagers jump out of their skin. Robin clutches her heart, her other hand gripping Nancy's and Eddie is hiding behind her, shaking his head like a wet dog. Dustin just stares at Billy, trying to process the fact that the guy who died for them is somehow alive.

There is nothing even remotely funny about this situation. They're probably all going to die here, and the world is in potential peril, but Steve can't help joining Billy with a manic laugh of his own. What a strange pair they must be.

A selfish sliver of Steve is alive, and this part of him is glad that of all the people to die with, Billy Hargrove is one of those people.

But if there's one thing he and Billy have in common... they won't be going down without a fight.

Steve's hand finds Billy's, and he squeezes it. Billy looks at Steve like he's just hung the moon, and the asshole squeezes back harder, a competitive smirk on his grimy face.

Fuck Billy Hargrove.

And it's the end of the world

When they return to Hawkins, their group is one member short, and not even Billy has the heart to crack an ill timed joke.

It was Eddie's wicked guitar solo that told him he wasn't alone. He had smoked a few joints with him before Starcourt (in fact Eddie had made him a mixtape for him after Neil stepped on every CD Billy ever owned). In the short time he spent with Munson, he had grown... fond of the greasy haired metal head.

Eddie understood him in ways that didn't require words.

Apparently even being fond of someone was a fucking crime in the 80s, because Billy had seen what Eddie's plan was before he even cut the sheets. And he just... stood there while Eddie finally decided to pull the hero card.

And Max...

He failed her. He failed to look out for her, and now she was holed up in the hospital. Lucas was by her side. Billy couldn't look at either of the them. The shame was too much. Besides, he wasn't sure Max would want him there anyway.

El the girl he died for, had greeted him with a hug, as though they were old friends.

He supposed they were, in a way. She had been inside his head.

Focus on the positive...

According to the doctor, Max was alive.

Try not to focus on brain dead...

His spunky little sister and the d word shouldn't exist in the same sentence.

Somehow he had seen everything, and he couldn't do anything. He wasn't sure how to explain it. It was like he was there, but he couldn't move.

All he could do was watch. Watch his little sister's bones snap, blood pouring out of her formerly blue eyes.

That hurt more than when she said she wanted bad things to happen to him. When she said she didn't think he deserved to be saved.

Steve pulls up to Hopper's cabin, and Billy is hesitant to get out of the car (he and Robin had stolen it, and he remembered that Eddie taught him how to hot wire).

Steve stays with him, even opening the passenger seat to offer a hand to help him out.

He expects Steve to drop him and go be with his friends, but good old Harrington doesn't leave his side. Neither does El. Funnily enough, Dustin doesn't hide behind the Wheeler girl when Billy nods at him. The mop headed kid nods back, a mutual look of respect and understanding in his red rimmed eyes.

Eddie's death reminds him of a book he read once, in which the author killed off a comedic, cowardly character to signify that shit was getting serious. A harsh graduation from heavenly childhood into the descent of hell.

Argyle, Jonathan Byers' buddy, looks him up and down, then offers him something Billy can't refuse- a blunt. And of course, inevitable conversation. "You're from Cali, right?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, sick! What's your opinion on pineapple on pizza?"

Jonathan, who has decided to take a break from trying to explode Mike Wheeler with his mind, slaps his forehead, groaning loudly at his friend. The weed hasn't kicked in yet for him, then. "Dude-"

"Adds flavor," Billy replies, inhaling the smoke in hopes it will numb his brain so he can't think (and by extension not feel). Argyle is a watered down version of Eddie, and the thought brings him a tiny bit of comfort.

"My man! Up top!" Argyle forgets to actually high five Billy, and stumbles off into the bushes nearby.

"Shouldn't he stay closer to the cabin?" Billy asks Steve.

"He's looking for mushrooms," Jonathan answers for him. "He'll be fine. I think."

The younger Byers gasps, touching the back of his neck.

Billy shudders at the same time, a sudden chill coming over him.

The two Williams look at the sky, watching the sun get swallowed up by dark clouds that signal much worse things than rain.

Curiousity gets the better of the mismatched family, and they gather together on a grassy hill overlooking Hawkins, breaking out into duos; Chief Hopper with Mrs. Byers, Will with Mike, El with Dustin, Jonathan with Argyle, Nancy with Robin, and last but not least, Billy and Steve.

This time Billy's hand reaches for Steve's as red lightning strikes the charcoal sky.

Part 2:

**(And I Feel Fine)**

We're starting over

And I love you darling

And I am done here

T.S. Eliot once said, "What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from."

A year after the Final Battle (or as Dustin dubbed it, an encore no one asked for), and Steve finally understood what that quote meant.

As brutal and heartbreaking as it was, he was finally able to be free from the cesspool of Hawkins, Indiana. The Battle gave him a chance to start over. And of course he took Billy with him, because if anyone deserved to experience that same freedom, it was the Boy The World Swallowed Whole.

Billy, who had to let Max go, because he didn't want her to suffer anymore. Billy, who slowly but surely lets Steve into his fragile heart.

They drive to California, where Steve watches Billy come alive in the sun, his curls turning golden. Like a halo. A real life angel who's stolen his wings back, but never needed them to fly. Steve tells him so, and Billy hides his red face in his hands, muttering "You're a fuckin' sap, Harrington."

Steve was learning all of Billy's little quirks, and he couldn't have any of that without the gift of Starting Over.

At the same time, Billy was learning new things about himself, as well as rediscovering parts of himself he never thought he'd see again.

You're in the house, and I am in the car

Of course couples (or whatever they were) fought sometimes, and they were no different.

Despite Steve insisting he's not a burden, Billy doesn't always believe it. He fires back telling Steve he deserves better than someone who is damaged. His body is scarred and soft in places that weren't before. His hands have done horrible things to the people he loves.

It becomes a ritual of some sorts, where Billy's fears and insecurities are layed out for Steve to see, and Steve focuses on what's eating at him.

If it's his scars or stretch marks, Steve traces them, saying they tell a story, and that he would happily read it for the rest of his life.

Billy isn't sure what to make of that one.

If it's the scar he gave Steve at the Byers house, the older man tells him that it escalated, and Steve would have done the same thing if he were Billy.

If it's nightmares... they both get them. So they hold each other. Steve gets a therapy dog, and Billy adopts the kitty that fell out of a tree and landed in his mullet.

If it's his "fluff" as Steve calls it (Billy prefers it because it makes him feel cute), Steve cuddles with him. Sometimes they have naked days, where Steve traces words onto his soft skin that make Billy come undone.

If Billy's not in the mood for Steve to see him, Steve distracts him by making him laugh.

He tries to compliment Billy on traits that aren't physical, like his bravery, his big heart, his frat boy sense of humor, his Joe Pesci impression... (there's more, but Billy has a short attention span sometimes so Steve keeps it short).

I just need a quiet place

Where I can scream I love you

To no one's surprise, the first time they confess their love for each other out loud, its during an argument.

It's a silly argument that started because Billy is in a particularly annoying mood where he's being childish (and confident) and Steve just wants to fix his hair (and mope because Billy has a date tonight, and it's not with him- even though he has a date too).

Feeling ignored, Billy pouts and grabs his brush, singing "Catch me if you can!" and proceeds to run around their house in socks.

"Dammit, Hargrove, I have a date tonight!"

"You were in the bathroom too long! I have to get ready, too!"

"Then use the other bathroom!"

"I don't want to!"

"Why not? Jesus, Hargrove, just give me the damn brush!"

"No."

"No?" Steve repeats, growing angrier by the second. "What the fuck do you mean, no? Do you have a problem with me going out on a date?"

Billy's plump lips snap stubbornly shut at and the two boys glare at each other. It's just like high school all over again.

"Use your words, Hargrove. What about your date? Shouldn't you be getting ready?" Steve can't keep the scornfulness out of his voice.

Billy, the perceptive bastard that he is, raises a clearly mocking eyebrow.

Why does he have to be so fucking pretty?

"I don't have time for this." Steve makes to yank his brush out of Billy's hand.

"I don't have a date tonight," Billy mutters so quietly, Steve almost doesn't hear him.

"What?"

"I lied. Are you happy now? Have fun on your date, Harrington." He thrusts the brush at Steve, who's objective has shifted to Billy's kicked puppy face.

Steve groans, throwing his hands in the air, as he often does when his brain is overwhelmed by new bits of information. The sudden movement startles Billy, and he backs up, slipping on the hardwood.

Steve stops him before he hits the floor with one hand, and he's thankful for whatever possesses him to pull Billy into his space. He's delighted to spot more freckles dotting Billy's fuller cheeks. He smells like cigarettes and cherries.

Does he taste like cherries, too?

But when I stepped through,

There was no floor

True to Harrington fashion, however, he puts his foot in his mouth. "Why did you lie? Billy?"

"Doesn't matter." Loosely translates to I don't matter.

"Why don't you want me to go on a date?" Steve presses. "Billy, goddammit, talk to me!"

"Because you're supposed to go out with me!" Billy roars, voice cracking.

"Well, I want to go out with you, too!"

"I- what?"

"Billy... I. Want. To. Date. You."

"But-"

"No buts- Stop laughing, I'm trying to confess here!"

That shuts Billy up, and he watches Steve hopefully.

"You've always been something to me. But the thing is... I've never been satisfied."

Billy stiffens, ready to insult him, but Steve pushes on, "Because you're a force of nature. A hurricane. Larger than life, and I knew right then and there I wanted all of you. You were my rival, my hero, my crush, my friend, my roommate... And I want you to be... my partner in crime. My only partner in crime."

Billys eyes grow comically wide, oceans of emotion, absorbing every word. "If we're partners in crime... does that mean we can... kiss?"

"We can do a lot more than kiss. I want you, in every conceivable way."

Billy grins from ear to ear, pink from his face to his neck. "Harrington, you sly dog-"

Steve kisses him. Its not particularly romantic, and their noses are smushed together, but it's perfect.

"I guess you could say... you fell for me?"

"I want a divorce."

"My, my, Hargrove, it sounds like you see us getting married some time in the future."

"S-shut up!"

I love you darling

Is what their wedding vows say ❤️

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linnamonrolls0 · 3 years ago

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The Thing About Illicit Affairs... : Chapter 8

Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Summary:

“And you know damn well, for you I would ruin myself, a million little times…”

When you pictured moving to New York City, an apartment in Washington Heights was a far cry from your Gossip Girl dreams. That was, until the guy next door flashed you a smile that could light up the entire city and your world turned upside down…

Mature / Warnings: cheating ofc, and some NSFW fantasies lol / 3265 words

Chapter 8: Dead Girl Walking

It was, as I imagined it would be, a raging fire. Lin was everything I wanted and more, and I’m not ready to let him leave just yet. We stay snuggled in a mess of cushions and blankets on my way-too-large sofa; his arms around me, my head on his chest, in a peaceful comfortable silence. I can feel his heartbeat as it slowly steadies, and it almost lulls me off to sleep…

“I better get back,” Lin murmurs into my hair, breaking me out of that trance as he runs his fingers through my long locks.

“Noooo… Why?” I complain, “Stay a little longer.” I push myself up a little to playfully nip at the skin on his collarbone.

I feel his chest lightly vibrate beneath me as he laughs, “Really, I should go. I told her I was helping you with your bookcases, but we’ve been here all day… Not that I mind, obviously.” He leans down and gently kisses me, and I smile against his lips until he moves to get up. I reluctantly let him go.

He’s right, anyway. Being alone with him had affected me far too much and as a result, I wanted to leap on him the moment he stepped through the door in that goddamn grey-flecked turtleneck, but now I remember that the purpose of him being here really was those Ikea bookcases, which now lay forgotten in a partially assembled stack on the rug. “Shit, Lin, we still need to finish building those!”

I flop back down onto the couch, watching him pull his jeans and t-shirt back on. He casually suggests, “Okay, so I’ll come back. If she asks, we can say we broke them. That’ll be a fun story if anyone heard you screaming.” He strolls past me, reclaiming his socks from the other side of the room. “How’d these even get here?”

I grab a throw pillow off the couch and playfully toss it at him. “Fuck off.”

“I’m kidding, no-one’s home yet.” Lin catches the cushion and throws it right back at me, “But, that just means I’ll get to spend more time with you. That can’t be a bad thing,” he finishes with that heart-melting smile. He takes a step towards me, momentarily distracting me with a quick peck as he reaches over to pick up his sweater. I snatch it out of his hands.

“Nuh-uh. You don’t get this back.” I sit upright and pull the turtleneck in question over my head. It’s a little too big on me, but it smells wonderfully like him and now that I know that, I refuse to return it. I still can’t comprehend how he could make such a boring item of clothing seem sexy, it’s just unfair.

He looks down at me, and though his smile is sweeter than the coffee he favours, his expressive eyes do little to hide the blaze of desire he clearly still has. We must’ve done something right. “By all means,” he whispers in my ear in a low voice that makes me wish I could have him again, right then and there, “It looks fucking adorable on you, querida. Just hope someone doesn’t catch my walk of shame across the hall.” He follows that with a whisper of something in Spanish, and though my knowledge of the language is far too basic to comprehend it, it gets me and I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks from his tone alone.

“What’s that mean?” I murmur, gazing up at him, bewildered.

“If I told you, you’d be doing a lot more than just blushing…” Silencing me with one last kiss, taking my breath away, and then he’s gone, leaving me dazed and wondering.

I let myself fall back onto the mess of cushions, wrapping myself up in the blanket on the sofa. He seems to have left a scent on everything, and I let it surround me, wanting the moment to last longer even if he’s not here anymore. Even just thinking about him is enough to have me melting all over again. I could, and I very well would.

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After the events of the day, the rest of that night felt almost anticlimactic - in truth, I’d spent far too much time replaying it in my head. That’s what I find myself doing yet again the following morning as I lay in bed, following my usual routine of listening to Lin singing through the bedroom wall with a silly smile on my face. Today he’s playing around on a more upbeat peppy track and it already sounds like pure joy; I waste no time in texting him to tell him exactly that.

09:12AM - Me: Moooorning 🥰 Someone’s in a good mood today… fyi I like the new song 🎶

09:13AM - Lin: Gmornin sunshine ☀️ all thanks to you :)

I smile as I hear him playing the piano again. I consider calling him, but I’m interrupted by the ringing of my phone; Gina calls to say she has big news to share, demanding that Anya and I immediately take the subway to Midtown to meet her. And maybe a positive distraction is exactly what I need.

—————

Reluctant but concerned, that’s how we find ourselves seated at a table at the Drama Book Shop. I had no idea the place even still existed, but it’s honestly stunning - and here we are, seated around a table with cups of coffee as Gina narrates the story of her latest slew of auditions.

“So anyway, long story short, after a shit ton of auditions, I finally have a job!” Gina exclaims.

“Oh my god, congratulations!” I say excitedly.

“That’s awesome, Gina! Where?” Anya asks.

“You are looking at the newest addition to the cast of… wait for it…” Gina does a little drumroll on the table, attracting the attention of few strangers around us, “Hamilton!”

“What?!” Anya and I react simultaneously.

“Well, I’m actually a swing, but just you waiiiiit,” she clarifies, obviously in tune. “But I’m so excited! And Jon’s play is finally getting produced, so we’re both booked and busy!” she continues proudly, snapping her fingers.

But while we congratulate her and share in our friend’s joy, it’s very short-lived. Because life, in its own cruel way, plays another joke on me when I spot Lin strolling in through the door. I feel my heart plummet to my stomach. He’s wrapped up in a heavy winter coat and annoyingly wearing the Slytherin scarf he never returned to me (not that I mind); ever the friendly charmer, he begins chatting to one of the bookstore clerks stood by the door, but as his gaze sweeps the surroundings and falls upon me, he’s immediately distracted.

Trying to remain nonchalant, I silently gesture towards my friends with a subtle nod and a warning look in my eyes, begging him not to acknowledge us. He responds with a wink in my direction, and I breathe a sigh of relief until Gina whirls around; she follows my line of vision and spots him too. She waves excitedly; he waves back with a sweet smile. And of course, he walks over to our table, still beaming.

“Hey, what’s up?” Lin greets us casually, stopping to stand behind my chair. I feel his hand come to rest on my shoulder in a seemingly innocent, oddly natural gesture; I’m almost hyperaware of his touch, which says a million things without saying anything at all.

Anya and Gina respond enthusiastically, obviously still a little starstruck. Little do they know… “Fancy meeting you here…” I say slowly, oddly tense from the contact. This is too public; too dangerous.

“What do you mean? He owns this place!” Gina giggles. I look between him and her in disbelief - I had no idea. You really can’t make this shit up.

“She’s right, I kinda do,” Lin says with a light chuckle, gently squeezing my shoulder. “So what brings you here?”

“This drama queen,” I state matter-of-factly, tilting my head in Gina’s direction, “Sorry to disappoint, but I’m still not stalking you.”

“Ah, damn. Someday, neighbour,” he sighs, playing along with my mean demeanour. “In that case, I’ll leave you ladies to it. Just let me know if you need anything, ‘kay?” I nod, briefly brushing my hand over his before he swiftly bids us farewell and disappears behind a door behind the counter.

“Okay,” Anya almost whisper-screams across the table, “What the fuck was that?!”

“What?” I ask, feigning innocence. I can feel my cheeks turning red from the impending confrontation, but I dare not admit it just yet…

“There’s something you’re not telling us. You were trying way too hard to seem nonchalant around Lin, and you’re not fooling anyone. The way he looks at you, that hand on your shoulder, and now you’re all flustered ‘cause I’m pulling you up on it… You’re either fucking him, or you’re both thinking about it,” she accuses bluntly, “So which is it, neighbour?”

My eyes widen, first at her level of insight, then at her straightforward means of interrogation. But she’s onto us, and I wonder what good it’ll do to lie my way out of this; I might need to rip off this bandaid sooner rather than later. That considered, making them swear not to breathe a word to anyone at all, I fearfully confess my sins to my best friends, every detail from the very beginning all the way up until the present.

“I’m sorry, you did what?!” Gina shrieks, attracting the unnecessary attention of almost every other patron in the store. She looks around at them and drops her volume to a stage whisper. “Please tell me you know that’s wrong, and no explanation in the world can justify it,” she continues, borderline threatening, “He’s off limits!”

“I know, he should be.” I sigh, “But something about him just makes me forget and I like that. He’s a dream.”

“And hence proven, men are trash. Even the ones that seem nice!” Anya deadpans.

“Lin is not trash!” I defend.

“I’m pretty sure his wife and children would beg to differ, sweetheart!” she admonishes, “Seriously, what are you onto with this?” Trust this girl to tell it like it is.

“Honestly? I have no idea where this is going or where it’ll end. I don’t even really know what I want. For now, it’s just… him.”

“Damn. I won’t condone any of this, but… Was he that good?” Gina asks, “Although that is weird ‘cause he’s technically kinda my boss now. Huh.”

“So good.” I groan, making my friends laugh, “No-one’s ever made me feel the way he did… I don’t know how it’s possible to be gentle and rough at the same time, but he’s literally perfect.” A sappy smile spreads on my lips; just thinking about him has me messed up again.

“Well, you’ve got it bad. Ugh, don’t tell me that’s his…” Anya says.

I realize I’ve absentmindedly been toying with the sleeves of my - well, his - turtleneck I’m wearing again, but this clearly isn’t lost on my best friend. In my defence, it is cold, and the outside world had no business seeing the state of my neck right now, so it made sense. “Yeah, I stole his sweater,” I shrug.

“Girl, what even…” She shakes her head in disbelief, laughing at me. I don’t take it to heart; I’m laughing at myself too. “Wait, what happens if someone finds out? I mean, your secret’s safe with us, but hypothetically…”

Hypothetically, if anyone else were to find out, that would ruin everything - more so for him in a literal sense, but devastatingly so for my helpless heart. I fear to imagine the thought. Talk about being in too deep already.

“We don’t really have a plan, as of now we’re just like, going with it…”

“That doesn’t sound smart,” Anya quips.

“Wait, how long have you been seeing him anyway?” Gina questions.

“Not long enough to have that conversation,” I confess, “I don’t know, we’ve had a sort of thing since the first time we met, but we’ve only just been, like, pining until recently. Isn’t it too soon?”

“Look, I’m hardly an expert on affairs, but isn’t that something you should cover before sleeping with him?”

“It’s only happened once…”

“And how likely is it to happen again?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we just needed to fuck each other out of our systems or something,” I suggest with a shrug.

Gina rolls her eyes. “Whatever helps you sleep at night…”

“Or, rather, whoever doesn’t,” Anya says.

“Funny.”

“I know I am! Speaking of which, Max was asking me to convince you to give him another chance… again,” she adds, sounding a little too nonchalant.

I almost choke on a sip of coffee - that caught me off guard. In all this time, I had hardly even thought about Max… “And what did you say?”

“I told him I’d try, but now I’m not going to complicate your moral dilemma even more.”

“Thank you,” I say sincerely, “He’s okay, though, right?”

Anya shrugs, looking wistfully into the distance. “He’s fine. Not exactly sober, but he’s working again and he’s alive, so I’ll take that…”

I want to say something sympathetic, but my phone suddenly buzzes on the table. Lin’s name flashes on the screen, and I bite my tongue. What is he playing at? “Sorry, guys, mind if I take this?”

“Yeah, go talk to your lover,” Gina teases.

I roll my eyes at her, and run to a quieter corner of the store to answer the call in a whisper, “Hey, Lin?”

“Hey!” a familiar, chirpy female voice resounds through my phone, completely throwing me off, “This is Vanessa; Lin left his phone here and I don’t have your number, so I thought I’d call you. I hope that’s okay?”

I wonder if fate takes me for some kind of a joke. She couldn’t possibly know already, could she? No, she sounds far too perky for this to be a confrontation. But if not, then what does she want?

“Oh, hey! That’s cool, is everything okay?” I ask calmly, although I’m anything but that.

Maybe the guilt and illicitness of this thing is causing me to overthink it all, but my brain starts to spiral. What is he doing, leaving his phone out of his sight, exposed? What if she’s seen our texts and she’s trying to investigate or or or…

“Yeah, thanks for asking! How are you?”

Oh, I’m wonderful. Your husband fucked the living daylights out of me yesterday and I’m still floating on a cloud, but you definitely don’t need to know that.

“Just peachy!” I squeak instead, almost too quickly. If this is going to work, I make a mental note to work on my lying skills.

Thankfully, Vanessa laughs it off and continues, “Listen, I just wanted to thank you for saving Seb that day. Lin told me what happened and we’re so grateful! Anyway, we’re hosting a little pre-Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow and I’d love for you to join us. It’s nothing crazy, just a few friends and family and a lot of food, if you’re free.”

I pause for a moment, almost too terrified to respond until I panic-blurt, “Sure, that sounds awesome! D-did you want me to bring anything?” I stutter.

“No, no, don’t worry! Just show up.”

“Oh… Okay!”

“Great! I’ll text you later!”

I’ve barely caught my breath after Lin, and now I’m looking at the prospect of an entire evening in his apartment in his presence with his wife and children around.

Forgive me, father, for I have sinned - and karma’s a bitch already.

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It hasn’t been long enough to justify anything, but I conclude that fucking each other out of our systems was definitely not the answer to whatever I had going on with Lin. I can’t speak for him, but honestly who was I kidding with that idea? If anything, I only want him more now.

This is probably not the wisest thing to be thinking about in the freaking shower before crossing the hallway to honor his wife’s dinner invitation, but alas, I may have hit a new low. How about those showers, hey, he’s probably getting ready too… And now that it’s in my head, I can’t just skip over the mental image of him in the shower on the other side of that wall, and a little daydreaming can’t hurt… Hot water dripping over his delicious tanned skin, steaming up the glass screens and… I can’t help but close my eyes, gripping the shower head as I lean back against the cool tiles to stay upright. Since when am I the sort to get off on fantasizing about a guy I’d been with once? Yet here I am, imagining tugging on his wet hair, his face between my legs and his tongue exactly where I want him to be… I pump my fingers faster, gasping his name, oh if it were him, so close, just a little more, he’s got me like…

And then the lights go out.

“FUCK!”

Suddenly the bathroom is pitch dark and the water turns ice cold. I turn off the shower, practically fuming. Left high and dry, frustrated and freezing, I give up and wrap a towel around myself, stepping out of the shower to investigate this twisted karma-esque omen. Managing to grab my glasses, I tread carefully through my apartment in the near-darkness, stopping to peer out of the window, but it seems the rest of the street isn’t affected. Once I’ve located my phone and switched on the flashlight, I cross the living room to pop my head out of the door to my apartment; the hallway is just as dark. I step towards the stairs, trying to figure out if it’s just our floor. It looks like the whole building is blacked out. So why am I the only one walking around in confusion here?!

As if on cue, I hear a lock click and turn to spot Lin standing in his doorway with a small candle, looking concerned more than anything else. The glow of the candlelight shines against his skin and I can’t help but smile; he’s beautiful. I laugh to myself when I notice his hair is still wet - apparently my wild thoughts weren’t too far removed from reality. Just what I need right now. But I have to come back to earth when he calls out to me, “Are you okay? Thought I heard a scream or something.” He squints to see me in the darkness, “Wait, are you - ah, shit.”

I nod, making sure my towel is secure enough to hold up. “Yup. I was in the shower and the fucking lights just went out…”

Noticing my frustration - though he has no idea he is equally responsible for it - he tries to reassure me, “It’s probably just a power cut. Should be back up soon. But until then,” his gaze trails over me, “Maybe put on something warm, or…”

But I don’t ever get to hear the second option, because as if on cue, we watch as the lights flicker on and hear the heating systems whir back to life.

“See?” Lin says. All I can do is laugh, and so does he, until I turn to head back into my apartment.

I don’t know how exactly this night will go, but it sure as hell won’t be uneventful.

Chapter 7 / Chapter 9

#lin manuel miranda #lin manuel miranda x reader #lin x reader #hamilton #hamiltrash #in the heights #lin manuel miranda fanfic #lin sin #linnamon roll #lmm #im so sorry lin #lmm x reader #illicit affairs #my fic

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kabira · 4 years ago

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07 | trust issues

pairing — spider-man!vernon x ofc

featuring — joshua, yeji (itzy), felix (skz), yangyang (nct)

word count — 3k

genres — spider-man au, marvel au, fluff, action, angst, humor

warnings — violence

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Vernon swung over the busy street that led towards Central Park, disgruntled by the surprise subunit. Nova flew alongside him, just a few feet before him—he could probably fly a lot faster, but Vernon knew he was flying this close to him purposefully, letting him know that Nova would always be faster than Spider-Man.

God, the little things about this kid irritated him even more than the big stuff.

He spotted Shocker through the trees, the lining of his suit glinting like gold in the afternoon sunlight. The villain raised his gauntlets and slammed them into the ground with a yell, making it vibrate with the frequency of his sonic blasts. Vernon flipped in mid-air, perching on the branch of a tree out of his blast radius.

“So what’s the sitch?” Yangyang asked, hovering next to him, and Vernon cast a glance around. Terrorizing civilians seemed like a bit of a stretch since there weren’t really many civilians around, and those that were had managed to find a place that was protected from the blasts. The cops had been driven back by the blasts, and the few shots they took were easily deflected by the energy discharges.

The ground shook with every hit, but since Shocker was on hard-packed earth instead of concrete, most of the force was absorbed. The terrain was cracked in places, deep trenches left in the dry ground from the explosions. The few people in the area had been driven up the bridge, but Vernon didn’t like their chances—Shocker might not have intended to hurt them, but he was getting dangerously close. One misdirected blast was all it would take to topple the side holding up the bridge.

“Stay out of range of the vibro-shock gauntlets,” Vernon told him. It wasn’t the kind of crime that required their immediate, undivided attention, since Shocker didn’t seem to be doing any real damage, but who knew how long that mood would last? “They might look easy to dodge, but they’re actually pretty deadly and have a large discharge radius, so steer clear of them. Try to stay off the ground.”

“And the takedown?” Even though he wasn’t happy about being stuck with Nova on this mission, Vernon was still pleased to see that at least the guy was listening to him.

“I’ll web him up, hang him upside down from a tree or something,” Vernon replied. “You should fly up there first, distract him so I can get up close.”

“Why do that when I can just take him out with one blast?” Nova muttered, and Vernon shot him a dark look. “But I don’t want to get back to school that early, so we’ll do it your way. This guy sure looks like he could use some fun.”

Vernon pursed his lips, not feeling so sure. He wanted to say that it wasn’t like Shocker to behave so erratically, but that would probably just make him sound like an idiot—how was anyone supposed to know what normal behavior was for a criminal?

“Go,” he breathed, and Nova shot from his side like a rocket—a human rocket, as he often liked to describe himself. He was on Shocker in a second, zipping around him like an annoying, oversized fly, getting all up in his personal space and confusing him. Shocker’s face was covered, hiding his expressions, but from the rigid lines of his body Vernon could tell the guy was getting pissed. He took his chance, diving off the branch and executing a low swing worthy of Tarzan, kicking Shocker in the chest with both feet and sending him flying into a tree behind, which cracked and splintered under the blunt force.

“Oh, Herman, Herman,” he tutted, as Shocker righted himself with an angered yell. Vernon moved with the speed and grace of a—well, a spider, dodging a powerful blast from his gauntlets by executing a perfect helical flip. “Haven’t you learned the hard way that fighting back is only going to make it hurt worse?”

“Spider-Man!” Shocker yelled, booting up his gauntlets, which glowed like lamplights from the charge.

“Yes, of course, who else would it be?” he asked, webbing the overhead branches and pulling himself up to avoid the incoming blasts. “Did you really think I was going to leave you here all by yourself?”

“If you’re so smart, you should have known to stay out of my way!” Shocker said, sending a concentrated blast his way. Vernon rolled out of the way, coming up in a crouch.

“I didn’t say I was smart, you did,” he said, flipping back onto his feet. “What’s gotten into you, Herman? I didn’t take you to be the terrorizing type.” He avoided another blast by leaning far right. “Why are you doing this? For funsies?”

He had succeeded in drawing Shocker away from the bridge, but the clearing was too small for Shocker’s blast radius. Vernon couldn’t contain him within the safe zone for long. “Nova!” he yelled. “Get the civilians out of the way! I’ll handle this guy.”

Nova jerked his head into a nod, flying towards the bridge to evacuate the trapped people. Vernon’s spider sense tingled, but he was too late to react—a blast caught him in the chest, sending him flying into the underbrush. He coughed out the air in his lungs, and pushed himself to his feet. Ow, ow, ow.

“You should know better,” Shocker said. His gauntlets glowed again, and Vernon’s eyes widened under the mask as he raised them both towards him, the light as blinding as direct headlights.

Nova swooped in out of the air, snatching Shocker up like a bird snatching up a worm (or maybe that was a bad analogy).

“Boring!” Nova yelled, carrying Shocker higher up in the air, preparing for a good old drop to let gravity do the rest of the work. Shocker twisted, jamming his fists towards the boy’s chest and sending a shockwave through him. Nova cried out in surprise, going flying through the air in the opposite direction and ending up dropping Shocker, who righted himself by aiming a blast towards the ground at the right angle, giving himself enough of a boost to be able to land on his feet.

Not too helpful, though, because before he had a chance to celebrate the little victory, Spider-Man was upon him, webbing his fists to his chests in a cross like an empty-handed mummy, if wearing highly enhanced vibro-shock gauntlets counted as being empty-handed. Vernon webbed the nearest tree trunk, pulling himself and the incapacitated Shocker along with him by jerking at his webstrings.

“It isn’t like you to behave this way,” he said, pulling himself up to a branch. He webbed Shocker’s body, turning him in the air with the torsion of each pull, until he had him all wrapped up like a caterpillar like a cocoon, leaving only his head out. Vernon lowered himself upside-down to face the man, cocking his head inquisitively. “Aw, come on, you can tell me. I can keep a secret.”

“You’re blind, Spider-Man,” Shocker spat.

Nova reappeared next to him, scowling under the mask. “Come on, web-head,” he said. “Leave the information-extraction to the experts. Bad guys never tattle.”

“Oh, you don’t know about us,” Vernon said, shaking his head. “We go way back.” He leaned closer to Shocker. “Don’t we, Herman?” He chuckled. “Remember the first time I stopped you from robbing a bank? Good times, good times.”

Instead of answering, Shocker thrashed around in the web trap, which was pointless, of course. Vernon sighed, dropping to the ground upright, and looked up at the dangling man who was now writhing like fish bait on a hook.

“Guess you’re not in the mood to talk,” he said, keeping the note of disappointment in his voice. “Maybe the Big House will fix that for you.”

“The Big House?” Nova scoffed. “This guy barely belongs in a regular prison. How long did the fight take? Ten minutes?” He shook his head. “Are all your villains this lame?”

Vernon shot him a look that he obviously couldn’t see through his mask. “You haven’t seen a single good one yet,” he said. “My villains are dangerous.”

“Oh, yeah?” Nova barked out a laugh. “Like that one guy with a huge hot glue gun? What was his name, Trapman?”

“Trapster.”

Nova snorted. “Yeah. Real dangerous.”

Vernon rolled his eyes. “I’d like to see you handle being stuck to a wall with the same disgusting gunk that’s leaked down your pants,” he said. “It’s not always so much about danger as it is about being able to handle the grossness.”

Nova grinned, obviously not believing him. “Whatever you say.”

“I’m not messing around,” he said seriously. “Can you imagine doing a stakeout mission in the sewer, waiting for a truck-sized human-lizard hybrid to come out? Not everyone has that kind of patience and tolerance.”

“Yeah, because they don’t need to have it,” Nova said. “My villains aren’t geckos.”

Vernon gave up, waiting for the authorities to arrive and pick Shocker up instead of gracing him with an answer. Shocker had gone limp, but remained silent as stone. Vernon regarded him contemplatively, still unconvinced by the tough intimidation act.

Something was definitely up.

At the end of the team’s usual briefing in the Helicarrier that day, Vernon pulled Nick Fury aside. “Uh, Agent Fury, sir?” he asked in a low voice, casting a precarious glance at his teammates, who were in the middle of leaving. Yeji, last in the line, looked back at him questioningly, but he shook his head minutely. She raised an eyebrow, but left. “Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead,” the agent said, in the process of shutting down the holographic display system. He looked up when Vernon didn’t answer. “What is it, Spider-Man?”

“This might sound like a stupid question,” he started hesitantly, “but do you know if Norman Osborn is secure?”

Fury gave him a searching look, movements slowing somewhat as he took in the question. “Of course,” he said. “Norman Osborn is nice and locked-up in the Raft.”

“And he hasn’t shown any…Goblin-y tendencies?”

Fury’s curious look intensified. “Not so far, no,” he said. “Look, kid, I’m only telling you this because you put him in there and deserve to know what’s happened to him, but I can’t release any sensitive details about his capture. Just enough that you can sleep tight at night knowing he isn’t breaking out anytime soon.”

“Thanks,” Vernon said half-heartedly. “But I just wanted to know if the OZ levels in his blood were—normal.”

“That’s what his scheduled test runs say,” he replied. “Parker, you don’t need to worry about him anymore. If there are any abnormalities, S.H.I.E.L.D. will take care of them. Rest easy.”

“And if he gets out?”

“Long shot.” Fury leaned against the table, frowning at him. “Kid, is there something you want to tell me?”

Vernon hesitated, thinking back to the Shocker incident. Herman Schultz’s behavior showed all the symptoms of a man under threat from a higher authority, and the last time he’d seen that happen was under Norman Osborn. Any irregularities were to be reported, since the city had only come back to normal recently after repeated attacks from multiple supervillains, but Vernon wasn’t sure if deviant behavior from a low-level criminal counted.

Plus, Fury had only just begun to hand him bigger responsibilities, and he didn’t want to destroy all that buildup by giving him a false lead as a result of Goblin-induced paranoia.

“Nope, just wondering,” he replied, pressing his lips into what he hoped was a believable smile. “You know, one of those things.”

The man gave him an unconvinced look, but let it go. Vernon turned back and exited the briefing room as casually as he could. The doors slid shut behind him as he stepped into the hallway, plunging him in a dimmed lighting. He exhaled, mind buzzing with thoughts.

“Norman Osborn, huh?”

Vernon turned, finding Felix leaning against the wall next to the door. He straightened as Vernon faced him. “Don’t tell me you honestly expected him to believe you,” he said, talking about Fury. “No person asks about their supervillains unless they’re worried about a comeback. What did you see?”

Vernon sighed, realizing there was no point in trying to hide his doubts from Felix. “Nothing substantial,” he answered, starting to walk down the corridor. Felix followed him. “Just some everyday robber acting out.”

“That Shocker guy you and Nova turned in today?” Felix asked, and Vernon nodded. “Why?”

“Scaring civilians for no reason…it’s just not like him,” Vernon said. “He does what he does for money, not just to strike fear into people’s hearts. Well, I guess that’s an added bonus at times,” he added, “but doing that without making money along the way doesn’t seem like something he would do.”

“So you think he was hired to take you out.”

“Not exactly…” Vernon turned the mask over in his hands, thinking. It was hard to put into words, but the sense of oncoming danger was there, like a very general, very muted version of his spider sense. The problem was, he didn’t know how to explain that to Felix. Not everyone understood how it worked. “He seemed kind of reluctant to kill me, too.”

Felix gave him an amused look. “You’re upset because a villain gave you the brush-off?”

“Very funny,” he said, but his heart wasn’t in it. “I kept thinking that was being threatened or something. Now, what for, I couldn’t say, but—”

“I get it. It’s like intuition,” Felix said, and Vernon nodded. “What does that have to do with Norman Osborn?”

“If you’ve seen him in his Goblin form, you’ve probably noticed that he can be very threatening,” he said. “But he couldn’t be behind this, because he’s in a maximum-security prison with zero contact with the outside world.”

“But you think he is.”

“I can’t think of anyone else who’d want to do this, since he’s been the only one who’s ever operated in this particular way. But I guess there’s no shortage of people who want to kill me.”

“So he’s tried to get small-time criminals to kill Spider-Man before,” Felix said. “Doesn’t sound to me like a good judge of strength.”

“To kill Vernon Parker, actually,” Vernon corrected. “He kind of…knows my identity.”

Felix frowned. “He unmasked you?”

Vernon stopped close to the end of the corridor, glancing back to see if there was anyone around, but the place was empty. Fury had probably taken a left. “Do you know how I became Spider-Man?” he asked Felix.

“Didn’t you get bitten by a radioactive spider?”

“It was an Oscorp experiment, bonding OZ to spider DNA,” Vernon said. “One of the test spiders escaped while I was touring the facility with my class, and bit me. The enhanced spider DNA bonded with mine, giving me powers. Except here’s the thing—Norman Osborn knew.”

“He did?”

“Him, and a couple of other scientists working on the OZ formula,” he said. “Figured it out by taking a sample of my blood while I was on watch in the hospital. He took the same formula and bonded it to his own DNA to enhance himself, but it messed with his brain.” Vernon studied a tiny web in the corner of the ceiling. Spiders, even up here in a S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier hundreds of feet in the air. “He told me all of this just moments before accidentally killing Harry. Turned himself in when he realized what he had done.”

“Oh.” There was a short, awkward pause. Felix came to stand beside him, following his gaze up to the tiny spiderweb in the corner. “I’m sorry.”

Vernon shook his head, turning away from the web. “It wasn’t your fault.”

They stood in silence for a few moments before Felix spoke up again. “Tell you what,” he said, making Vernon raise his eyebrows. “I’ll ask Yeji to look up both Shocker and that Rhino guy in the S.H.I.E.L.D. database. We’ll go over his record later, see if he has anything to do with Norman Osborn. If something comes up, we’ll report it to Fury. You don’t have that spider intuition for nothing.”

Vernon cracked a smile. “You mean my spider sense.”

“Same difference.” Felix smiled back, but it dropped from his face just as quickly. “Hey, I almost forgot to ask—did you tell that Joshua guy who you are?”

Vernon winced, sheepishly massaging the back of his neck. “Maybe,” he said, then added hastily, “But I was going to tell you soon.”

“Never mind that,” Felix muttered. “He figured out our identities already.”

“He told you that?” he asked, trying his hardest to suppress a smile.

“I’m pretty sure there’s some kind of protocol about it,” Felix said, “but I’m not sure. Plus, it’s one of those things you gotta deal with yourself, you know? I’m not great with the whole secret identity thing because Iceman is a public figure, but not that I’m some kind of undercover agent—” He shivered, which was a bit ironic, because Iceman and all. “You know being out could get me killed, right?”

“Because of your supervillains?”

“No, because mutant-haters.” He gave Vernon a meaningful look. “Like that girl Liz Allan in History.”

“Nah, that one’s all bark no bite,” Vernon said. “Besides, Josh isn’t going to tell anybody. He kept my Spider-Man secret for a year and still going strong.”

Felix looked at him curiously. “You trust him that much?”

“I’ve known him for years,” the brunet answered confidently. “I’d trust him with my life.”

“Well, if that’s what you think,” Felix said, “then that’s good enough for me.”

#kwritersworldnet #caratwritersclub #svtcreations #seventeen #svt #vernon #svt scenarios #spiderman #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #vernon fluff #vernon angst #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fanfic #vernon imagines #vernon scenarios #vernon fanfic #q

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kickingitwithkirk · 4 years ago

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Rain

Summary: After Supernaturals end Jensen’s life turned upside down. A year later an unexpected movie offer gives his career a second chance but it comes with an unexpected surprises.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x OFC! Lili

Word Count: 839

Warnings: cursing, divorce, child custody, drinking, irritable Jensen

A/N: I had an idea about a Jensen making movies again short series and wouldn't you know it, weird dream time. This story has components from my favorite W. Somerset Maugham short Rain and Lace by Shirley Conran.

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

Prologue

Jensen is sitting on his back porch watching the sunset paint the horizon in pastel shades of orange and pink.

JJ and the twins left with Danneel half an hour ago after spending the last two weeks with him. Now he couldn’t be inside the too quiet house, feeling that it was somehow mocking him. Downing the last dregs of his beer he once again contemplated how he ended up here alone.

A year ago his life was incredible. Supernaturals extended last season came to its highly emotional end after delayment from the pandemic. He had talked it over with Danneel about the different options for his career: keep acting full time or concentrate more on his music, taking the occasional guest starring role and/or directing, allowing him to spend more time home with his family. He told her he was seriously considering the latter.

The first blow came days later over breakfast. Danneel simply announced she had fallen out of love with him and wanted a divorce.

The divorce had been mostly amicable. All she asked for was the lake house, half of their net worth and controlling interest in the brewery, you know, not much.

Jensen initially agreed to a quick divorce on two conditions: the bulk of the money would be put in trust for their children and shared custody. Danneel readily agreed but then she slipped up. A ill timed comment to her lawyer that Jensen wasn’t supposed to hear about the monthly child support revealed her true intentions. It was at that moment he knew his choice.

Jensen’s last minute curve ball was hanging up finalization, insisting on having primary custody with all holidays split equally between them, none of that you get them on this one and me the next crap. He had already missed so much of their young lives, he’d be damned losing out on anymore.

His next hit came in the form of several parts he was up for not panning out and his role on The Boys turned into a guest appearance in the season three finale then full time starting season four.

So here he sat on his back porch drinking beer as the Texas heat slowly waned, alone.

***

The front door slammed shut as a deep, honeyed voice called out, “Jack, you in,” followed by a heavy tread crossing the old oak wood floors into the kitchen, the fridge door opening, the sounds of bottles clinking briefly before it bangs shut.

A few seconds later Jared walks out the open French doors handing one to Jensen then drops onto the other Adirondack lounger, his large feet dangling off its end. “Dani picked up the kids already, thought they were staying till tomorrow?”

Jensen grunts before downing half the bottle in one go, “She said since it’s the twins first day of preschool wanted to make sure they got there, like I’m incapable of getting my own kids up, ready and there on time.”

“I’m sure she didn’t mean it that way…” Jensen gives him a you serious look, “but on second thought, knowing her, she did. Sorry.” Jared makes his my foots in my mouth expression and takes a drink.

“Naa, I’m the one that's sorry. It’s been one of those weeks, not the kids but Davis won’t stop calling, texting, keep telling him I not gonna consider that shitty script he’s been pushing. Man, the story lines on Days were helluva a lot better.”

Jared pulls off his beanie running a hand through his shortened hair, “Yeah, that’s kinda why I’m here. He left me a voicemail, said it was urgent you call him cause what he’s got is big, like Disney opening big...”

“Bullshit.”

“He sounds serious. Look, what’s it gonna hurt, give him five...” Jensen opens his mouth, “..two, give him two minutes and if it’s really BS, tell him fuck off.”

Jensen tips his head back against the chair staring at the porch roof. He really didn’t have the energy but knowing Jared, he would keep at him till he did it.

“Fine. I’m only doing it to shut you up.” Jared smiles happily kicking back, nursing his beer as Jensen gets up and goes into the house shutting the doors behind him. He can hear Jensen talking but can’t make out what was being said.

Jared finished his beer and is playing with the label when Jensen walked out with an expression he’d never seen before making him sit upright. “What’s wrong?”

He almost missed the chair sitting down and starting a string of unintelligent babbling; some movie, can’t be right, why cast me...“Jen..dude, your not making any sense and it’s starting to freak me out!” Jensen refocused on him.

“Holy shit! I’ve got a meeting Tuesday afternoon in LA with Zimmer!”

“Zimmer?” Jared furrowed his brow in concentration, running the name around his grey matter, that name, he knows it from where. “Whoa, do you mean Zimmer the director Zimmer?” Jensen can only mutely nod.

“Holy shit!”

tbc

tags: SPN @donnaintx

Dean/Jensen @flamencodiva

Rain @stoneyggirl

#Jensen Ackles #Jensen ackles x ofc #RPF #rpf fanfic #slow burn

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amandaoftherosemire · 5 years ago

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Bulletproof -- Part Eleven

Fandom: Marvel/College AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader, Platonic!Steve Rogers x Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Gamora, Natasha Romanoff, Thor Odinson, Sam Wilson, Loki Odinson, Peter Quill, OFC Lilah Robbins

Author: @amandaoftherosemire

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4,450

Format: Series (Complete)

Warnings: 18+ only, Smut, language, binge drinking, sex in public, intoxicated confessions, angst.

Summary: You and Bucky go with Gamora and Nat to a frat party. Shenanigans ensue. Bucky hears some hard truths.

A/N: Look, it had to happen at some point. That’s all I’m saying.

Banner by: @hellzzzbelle

Part Ten here

Part Eleven

You walked to Quill's fraternity house with Gamora and Nat leading the way and Bucky's arm around your shoulders. He'd insisted on walking with the three of you, claiming he needed protection and knew he’d be safe with the three of you.

“Well,” he murmured hotly into your ear, “safe with them. You’re another story, babygirl.”

Your skin went hot and your lips twitched. Snorting, you drilled your finger into the sensitive spot on his stomach. “Shut up.” Your voice was a stern mutter, but your face was a study in smug.

On the sidewalk ahead of you, Gamora and Natasha shared an amused eye roll at the two of you. They were both a little baffled that the two of you seemed to think you were fooling anyone. Still, even Natasha had come around by the time you reached the party, too charmed by the energy of fun and affection between you.

She'd believed Gamora when she'd insisted that Bucky was stupid in love with you, but she didn't necessarily think that meant he wouldn’t hurt you. Seeing you light up under his obvious devotion, however, she was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. The fact that you were clearly setting the rules and boundaries, with Bucky following your lead, helped her understand why neither Gamora nor Steve had interfered in any way.

That you were oblivious to the reality of the dynamics of your relationship with Bucky had her deeply concerned, though. She worried that you were laboring under misconceptions fueled by assumptions. A student of cause and effect, she knew no good could come of confusion, unless there was an order underlying the chaos. As you didn't know you held the reins, you couldn't be directing the course. Natasha planned to discuss this with Gamora at the first available opportunity.

To that end, about an hour after they'd arrived, she went looking for Gamora and instead found Bucky, in the goddamn laundry room, lip-locked with Lilah fucking Robbins. Her face cold and cruel with the plans of revenge running through her head, Natasha pulled her phone from her pocket and began recording.

Bucky was in full-blown panic mode. Gamora had come and taken you from him, laughingly insisting that she needed you for 'girl talk'. (He shuddered to think what girl talk might entail when the girls were you and your friends. He’d never met more dangerous women.) Bucky had decided to play it safe and stay in the crowd around the beer pong table where Sam was winning against a progressively more intoxicated, and thus sassier, but no less able, Thor Odinson. He was having fun until he saw Lilah Robbins stalking toward him in a tight dress designed to raise the blood pressure. He’d made his first mistake by running; predators cannot resist a chase.

Which is how he found himself once again in another frat house laundry room with a pretty girl he was wishing was you wrapped around him.

This time, however, he'd said no before the wrapping.

Trying to be gentle, but also supremely pissed, Bucky put both hands firmly around Lilah's shoulders and yanked her away from him.

"Goddammit, woman," he spat out, infuriated to find himself in this position and utterly sick to his stomach in fear that he'd be the unluckiest bastard on the planet and you'd come walking in on this farce. "No means no, Lilah, the fuck?"

"Oh, come on, Bucky," she purred and pouted, "You know you didn't mean it."

"I told you," Bucky didn't let go of her shoulders, the look in her eye telling him she'd be crawling all over him if he did, "I’m not interested. Even if I was, I'm involved with someone." With that, he pushed her back gently, but with disgust. "And if I pulled bullshit like this, it'd be sexual assault."

Bucky turned to walk out but paused when Lilah shot back, her voice full of venom, "Who is it? Y/N? The girl next door?"

"Keep your fucking mouth shut about y/n," he growled without turning around, anger coming alive in his voice for the first time.

"Get some standards, Bucky."

Rather than respond with the obvious, Bucky simply scoffed, “Please.” With only that, he walked out, so irritated by the whole thing that the small redhead who'd melted into the shadows behind a stack of boxes near the door easily escaped his notice.

Natasha sent you the video along with a text instructing you to listen to the end before putting the phone back in her pocket and easing into Lilah's view with a smile. She figured Bucky deserved a little assistance since he'd done so well.

"I have to say,” she spoke conversationally as the other woman spun around in surprise, "I don't know why you're wasting your time there." The pretty smile took on a sultry edge. "What you need is some imagination. If you're looking to fuck someone unsuitable--" she shrugged and moved forward, "--there are all sorts of options."

Natasha's smile spread, sultry turning feral, when her meaning struck Lilah and was considered rather than rejected. Hey, the things she did for her friends.

After his narrow escape, Bucky ended up looking through half the house before he found you back in the den. Infuriatingly, he found you in Thor's arms. Granted, you were giggling and shaking your head as Thor bounced up and down and chanted, "Keg stand! Keg stand! Keg stand!"

Gamora was laughing and trying to muffle Quill, who was chanting with Thor and inspiring others to join in.

"What're you doin' with my girl, there, Odinson?" Bucky's voice sailed across the chant and had your head snapping toward him eagerly.

You'd been looking for him when you found Thor, who'd lost thoroughly to Wilson and wanted to share his good fortune. You were careful with alcohol under normal circumstances; a frat party meant one beer in a bottle that you'd fill with water when the beer was gone. You'd long ago found that you had to have a drink in your hand, or you'd spend the night fending off offers to get you more alcohol.

On the other hand, Bucky had just called you his girl in front of a whole crowd of your friends. Tonight was shaping up to be a different kind of frat party. That was proved over again when Thor grinned happily at you and squeezed until you squeaked and boomed, "KEG STAND!"

By this time, Bucky had made his way through the throng to your side. Thor set you down but grabbed your hand to draw you toward the keg in the kitchen. You shot Bucky a look of amused exasperation but didn't resist. "Apparently I'm doing a keg stand," you remarked dryly as you allowed Thor to lead you astray. "You wanna hold my legs, Bug?"

Bucky looked sharply at you, a warning in his face in response to the mischief in yours. "Like I'd let anyone else," he retorted with a smirk as he followed you into the kitchen.

"Gamora!" you called over your shoulder, thinking about the surprise you had for Bucky, "Come make sure I don't show everyone my ass!"

Once you were in the kitchen, Thor pushed the crowd around the tapped keg out of the way. He picked up the tap spout and gestured toward the squat metal cylinder like Vanna White toward your new car. You laughed again, though you were highly uncertain about this particular risky decision. You hadn't done lasting damage to your body by binge drinking, but you didn't like to push your luck, either.

Still, Bucky had that sexy grin on his face, the one that incited you to swing higher, jump farther, go faster. He'd let you down the last time you'd crashed and burned, but these days you were willing to give him a chance to make it up to you. When Gamora gave you a searching look, you smiled fully at her and took a firm hold on the metal rim at the handles. Bucky wrapped his left arm around your legs, careful to smooth his hand over your knee-length dress to preserve your modesty, and lifted them up over his shoulder until you were upside down.

Gamora stepped back to clear a little space around you as Bucky had your ass literally covered but smirked a little when she saw the unimpeded view of your cleavage Thor was currently enjoying.

"Tug my ear when you're done, cutie,” Thor rumbled with his beautiful smile. You gave him a hot look from under your lashes, remembering that Thor loved when you’d played with his ears. You didn’t take the flirting personally, despite the endearment. Thor was a handful; it was part of his appeal. Sometimes you didn’t know how you handled the overabundance of attractiveness around you.

“Quit looking at my tits, Odinson,” you muttered with a smirk before taking the offered spout.

Thor’s grin flashed. “I’m only human, cutie,” he answered before pressing the button and starting the count.

You weren’t paying any further attention, drinking quickly. You planned to hold out for a ten count, long enough to salve your pride but not so long you ended up plastered and puking. At least, that was until you heard Thor’s brother shout, “No push-up?! Then it's not a keg stand!”

Your hands tightened around the handles as Bucky's arms tightened around your legs. The moment he heard the taunt, he knew you'd be rising to the bait. You never could resist a challenge. He wasn't disappointed when you pushed up once, twice, three times to Thor's roar of laughter. When you finished the third push-up, you reached out and grabbed Thor's ear, running your thumb over the lobe and making him laugh harder. He dropped the spout as Bucky carefully lowered your legs to the floor.

You were only just upright when Thor was scooping you up until you were sitting on his shoulder above the crowd as he shouted, "Bow before your Queen, brother!"

From your position on his shoulder, you easily met Loki's eyes with a raised eyebrow and barely restrained glee. With a mocking smile, the wickedly handsome man swept a gallant bow. When he met your eyes again, he nodded an acknowledgement and stated, "Keg stand."

Bucky stood, dumbstruck, smiling up at you as you threw your head back and laughed while Thor set you back down. There were moments when you were so beautiful, when the love rose up into his throat and nearly choked him. He could only stand and grin at you in moments like these, lost in the wonder of it.

Gamora wasn't a romantic; she didn't have that luxury, but even her heart sighed a little at the look of pure, unrelenting adoration all over Bucky as he stood and stared at you. You hadn't noticed; once you were on your feet, Thor was kneeling before you, calling you Keg Queen and you were rolling your eyes and pushing him over. Unable to stand it, and wanting to give Bucky a hand, she decided to intervene through distraction.

"My turn!" she announced gaily and stepped forward. "Thor, hold my legs. Peter, grab the tap."

Thor turned toward her with delight as Peter stepped forward with a grin. Gamora rarely played party games of any sort; both men were excited to corrupt her. As soon as Thor was out of the way, Bucky was grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the room. "I need to talk to you."

"But, Bucky," you could feel the alcohol start to hit you as you tried to keep up and pull your phone out of your pocket at the same time, "I've never seen G do a keg stand!"

To your surprise, amusement, and excitement, Bucky was pulling you into what looked like a linen closet, but it was full of sports equipment. You kicked a muddy cleat out of your way and chuckled, "Bucky, you romantic."

You stuffed the phone back in your skirt pocket, the video Natasha had sent you forgotten. You'd been about to watch whatever she'd sent when Thor had started in about keg stands but being alone with Bucky in a closet had other things taking priority.

Namely, Bucky's mouth as it came down on yours, his arms sliding around you to pull you in close. His lips were soft, but his kiss was hard, almost bruising as his hand came up to cup the back of your head. His metal arm was tight around your waist as you pressed your body against his from thigh to breast, kissing him back with equal fervor.

Your hands came up to tangle in his hair, your fists gripping for leverage as you shuddered in desire. Tearing your mouth from his to suck in a breath, you arched your neck when he buried his face in your throat to take the skin between his teeth.

“Bucky, what the hell?” you gasped, your tone both amused and appreciative as you rocked your hips against his erection.

“I don’t like Thor’s paws on you,” he muttered against your throat, his own paws growing more avid as the hums of pleasure sounding in your throat urged him on.

When Bucky had teased about talking you into a closet to make out, you hadn't expected to be dragged into one to be ravished. You weren't complaining; you were simply surprised. As Bucky's annoyed statement seeped through the fog of lust his mouth and hands had created, you jolted in shock. "Are you jealous?" you asked in a voice rich with surprise.

"Are you kidding me?" His hands had wandered by now down to your ass to grip and lift to press you with his body against the wall. You assisted him by wrapping your arms around his neck and hitching one leg around his hip to open yourself to him. He lifted his head from your throat to glare with desire tinged with green into your eyes. "Of fucking course I'm jealous. I don't want anyone's hands on you but mine."

You shuddered in arousal when Bucky growled the word mine before taking your mouth with a ferocious kind of tenderness. He'd never kissed you like this before, with lightly punishing nips of his teeth and soothing sweeps of his tongue. His kiss, his touch held a wealth of emotion as he worshipped you with hands and lips though both also held frustration and impatience.

You pulled your mouth from his again to turn your head and take his earlobe between your teeth as he skimmed his hand up the back of your thigh and under your skirt. When his hand slowed at the discovery that you weren't wearing anything under the dress, you laughed throatily in his ear and whispered, your words and breath sending chills down his spine and making an already painful erection excruciating, "I don't know why. I would never fuck Thor in a filthy frat house closet."

The bass pumping through the wall was no match for your heart when with almost rough movements, Bucky disentangled himself from you to spin you around. Your hands came up to press against the wall as you bent to push your ass against the hard-on trying to burst from behind his zipper.

He reached behind him to grope for the doorknob, praying for a lock. “Thank god,” you heard him mutter right before his flesh hand cupped a breast while the other slipped up under your skirt to slide between your thighs. You moaned a little as Bucky nuzzled into your neck behind your ear, his breath sending goosebumps over your skin even as your hips rocked fretfully against his hand.

“Babygirl,” he purred, and you whimpered in response, "I'm not going to argue, because I'm not an asshole." As he spoke, he was arranging you just so, stepping back and pulling your hips with him as you kept your hands against the wall to brace yourself. He stayed wrapped around you, his teeth scraping over the nape of your neck. "Or an idiot. But that's not what I meant, and you know it."

The next second, he was straightening to unbutton his jeans and shove his underwear down with his metal hand. The other slipped between your legs from behind, his fingers sliding smoothly into you, wanting to feel you on his skin. Despite the quick, rough foreplay, you were already more than wet enough. It never seemed to take any time at all to get you ready, at least with him.

Bucky couldn't resist taking a moment to enjoy the feel of you, thrusting two long, rough digits gently into you, then ever so slowly pulling them from your soaking pussy. You bucked your hips in irritation when his calloused fingers began to slide slowly back into you like he had all the time in the world and wasn't banging you in a closet during a party.

"Bucky! Go-o!" You used the same childish singsong you'd always used when you were getting impatient, the same moment as Bucky was pushing his cock into you, his laugh rumbling through him and into you.

"Baby," he smirked, his voice almost aching. His fingers dug into your hips, the first thrust making you gasp. "I love when you ask for it."

A while later, Bucky covered your exit from the closet after peeking out to make sure the coast was clear. You ran to the bathroom to clean up, ruing your decision to not wear underwear when you remembered what kind of house you were in. You were closest to the half-bath near the mudroom, which turned out to be to your fortune as its out of the way location left it with plenty of tissue. Once you looked and felt presentable, you went looking for Bucky.

When you found him, he was on a couch in the den arguing with Sam as they watched the pool game/mating dance between Gamora and Quill. The moment you walked into the room, his eyes were on you and he was offering his lap for a seat with a lecherous grin. You accepted with a laughingly affectionate roll of the eyes and a light shove.

Hours later, after your own loss at beer pong to first Sam, then Bucky, you were murmuring sweet nothings in Bucky's ear as he helped you into a piggyback ride to carry you home. His immoderate chuckling in response was only made worse by the sharp look Gamora was giving him as he tried to look innocent. He didn't know if she could hear you, but he wouldn't be surprised.

By the time he was carrying you up the stairs to your apartment, you had spent the entire walk home telling him about how pretty and sexy and sweet you thought he was. Bucky was feeling mighty fine about his mission to show you how he'd changed. As Gamora had made sure he had your key to get in, he didn't even need to ask for your help.

This was undoubtedly for the best as you had made it to sleepy, too honest drunk. If you were in any fit state to be concerned, you'd have been terrified to be alone with Bucky while this particular brand of intoxication was guiding your behavior. As it was, you'd spent the time you weren't babbling sweetly at Bucky nuzzling into the back of his neck and making happy noises. He was on cloud nine.

He carried you back into your bedroom, an inner sanctum he hadn't been welcome in, in any capacity, for years. Crossing the threshold felt like destiny, but by the time he had helped you clamber down, taken off your shoes, and helped you into your bed, his heart was mush. He couldn't help it; you were adorably drunk and affectionate. He sat on the side of your bed, his hand smoothing over your forehead, marveling at the fact that he even found the crescents of your lashes beautiful as they rested against your cheeks.

"Good night, babygirl," he murmured, his hand gentle as his thumb traced the soft line of your jaw. The longing to climb in the bed with you, wrap you close and fall asleep with your breath on his skin, was almost painful. He sat for a minute with the flutter of hope in his throat that someday soon you'd allow it.

You turned your face into his palm, too sleepy, too intoxicated to hide the softness that lived inside you for him. Sighing happily, you rubbed your cheek against his hand, reveling in the sweet, tender touch. "Night, Bucky-bug."

Bucky made himself stand up, the temptation you held too great to resist much longer. As he turned to leave, his eye passed over and caught on a fifth of whiskey with his name on it sitting on your desk. The bottle was covered in sharpie, the label altered so that the O and the N in Jameson were blacked out, the word James all that was left. Under that, a skull and crossbones had been drawn, surrounded by doodles and curlicues. Almost certain he didn’t want to know but unable to stop himself, he picked up the almost empty bottle and turned to ask, “Y/N, what is this bottle?”

You pried one eye open just enough to see which bottle he held. As soon as you saw the skull, you relaxed back into the pillows and answered, thoughtlessly honest, “That's my bottle of poison, the last of the bottle that almost killed me.”

Bucky actually felt his knees buckle and he nearly dropped the bottle. In case, he set it down and braced himself on the back of the chair next to the desk. "Almost killed you?"

Your voice was utterly unconcerned as you answered. You were too drunk and too close to sleep to think about either what you were saying or who you were saying it to. Also, the only part of that night that you hadn't dealt with until recently was the damage done to your relationship with Bucky. The rest of it felt like ancient history and had no power to hurt or frighten you anymore. "When I got upset because I saw you banging some girl and I ended up in a drinking game with some asshole trying to get me drunk enough to rape me."

That took his knees out completely. He sat limply, sideways in the chair to face you. "The hospital stay." It was a statement of fact, not a question, but you answered anyway.

"Uh-huh," you replied, nodding your head on the pillow, eyes still closed, "I made it all the way to the hallway here." Your face twisted with humor and you snorted. "If you'd brought Gina back here, you'd have tripped over my ass."

Perhaps it was because your voice held no blame, no vitriol, nothing but the humor of hindsight, but your words seemed to punch even harder than if you'd been bitter or resentful. His stomach aching in remorse and regret, Bucky braced his elbows on his knees and buried his head in his hands. "I'm so sorry, babygirl." The words were nothing, nowhere near enough. Bucky didn't know how he could ever make it up to you.

The pain in his gut only increased when you scoffed good-naturedly and moved your hand in a dismissive gesture. "It's okay." You said it cheerfully, with a sweet, happy smile on your face. Your voice softened with affection on the next words. "Steve found me before Brick did." Bucky frowned at the name but couldn’t focus when he was hearing your voice caress Steve's name.

Your face went sly and wicked. "And I have no proof, but if I found out G and Nat didn't have anything to do with that guy going down for some super serious drug charges, I'd be shocked and baffled."

On that, Bucky vaguely remembered an asshole named Brock who'd been arrested and expelled at the beginning of their sophomore year. The only reason he'd noted it at all was because Brock was the last person with whom Steve had started a fight. That wasn't to say Steve hadn't been in fights since then, but it was the last time Bucky had seen him straight start one. It had stuck out because Steve had also refused to explain himself. A lot of things that had made no sense before were falling into place.

"Steve found you." Bucky asked the question in a voice as cold and empty as the grave. He felt like he was dying, like the future he'd allowed to dream for himself was withering in front of him. Your next words had his heart crying out in agony.

"Oh my god," you cried, your face lit like the sun with happiness and devotion as you thought about your best friend, "I love him so much. My Stevie literally saved my life." You turned onto your side and wrapped your arms around your pillow, wishing it was Bucky. You sighed, on your way to sleep and not thinking about anything but the beckoning blackness. "He's always been my knight in shining armor."

Now he knew why Steve had never made a move; you owed him a life debt. Steve was the sort of man who would always consider dynamics. The imbalance that act would have caused would have left you in charge. Steve would never make a move as long as he thought you’d say yes simply because of that imbalance.

A voice in Bucky’s head spoke up to point out that you hadn’t made a move of your own on Steve, regardless of how sweetly you said his name. Bucky knew from experience you were more than capable of making a move, and they were very pretty and effective moves at that. Instead, you’d introduced Steve to someone else, and saved those pretty moves for Bucky.

“Why do you keep the bottle out?” He felt like your answer would be either his salvation or damnation, but he needed it more than he needed his next breath.

His heart was already cracked when your lips twisted in a look of wry and affectionate exasperation he'd seen cross your face a million times, and almost always when looking at him. Your words shattered it. "To remind me that just because something feels good doesn't mean it's good for me."

In the next second, you were asleep, but if you’d opened your eyes instead, you would have seen the first tear fall from his eyes.

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Chapter Eight: The Babysitters Club

Summary: The town of Hawkins has been turned upside down with the news that Will Byers has suddenly gone missing. Teddi Larsson and Billy Hargrove are gonna get to the bottom of things. Season one AU.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove/OFC

A/N: Here it is! The final chapter! It’s a long one so buckle up y’all. I had so much fun writing this fic! I’m definitely setting up for a sequel if you guys are interested! Hope you enjoy!

“So, Nancy has a plan to kill the Demogorgon?” Billy asked. He and Teddi were in the Camaro, speeding through the streets of Hawkins.

“Apparently.” Teddi answered.

“But you don’t know what it is?”

“I do not.”

Billy sighed, laughing dryly. “Well that’s just great.” he was getting anxious. Teddi could easily tell from the way his shoulders were getting all tense and the way he was gripping onto the steering wheel so tightly it looked like it might snap. She reached over, placing a hand on his knee.

“Billy, it’s gonna be okay. It’s Nancy we’re talking about here. She’s got her shit together better than me, you and Johnathan all put together,” she joked. Billy’s jaw clenched. Teddi let out a soft sigh, letting a silence fill the car. She let her mind drift back to the kids who were waiting for them back at the gym. Hopefully this nightmare would end soon. Hopefully Will would be back home soon and they could all go back to being kids.

She was still surprised that Billy had been so comforting with El. It was like a switch had been flipped inside him. Something had made him go from the big, bad Billy Hargrove he wanted everyone to see to the guy she’d fallen in love with. “...It was really sweet what you did earlier. With El.” Teddi said finally.

Billy shifted in his seat awkwardly. “It was nothing.”

“It wasn’t though. You made her feel safe. I really appreciated it,” Billy shrugged, trying to keep himself from smiling. Teddi turned to him. She took one of his hands from the steering wheel, linking their fingers together. “Sometimes it’s crazy how much I love you, Billy Hargrove.”

Billy smiled then, bringing their hands to his lips and pressing a kiss to Teddi’s knuckles. “Took the words right outta my mouth, Teddi Larsson,” he mumbled against her fingers. Teddi smiled, feeling almost embarrassed at how utterly cheesy she’d allowed herself to be. Billy’s other hand had eased up on the steering wheel. “You know...maybe you were right.”

Teddi raised an eyebrow. “I probably was, but about what?” she asked with a small laugh.

“El,” he answered. “You know...about her staying here. Maybe that is what’s best for her.”

Teddi was definitely shocked. “What happened to-”

“That was before,” Billy cut her off, shaking his head. “Before all of this crazy shit happened. Before I saw what she could actually do...besides, she’s like us, you know?”

Teddi frowned over at him. “What do you mean?”

“You know...she got the shitty end of the stick when it came to parents. Her dad doing all of those experiments, locking her in the closet-” Teddi pulled her hand away from him. Billy looked over at her quickly before looking back at the road. “What?” he asked. Teddi didn’t answer. She was too shocked. And confused.

Her back was pressed up against the door, almost like she couldn’t get far enough away from him. “How do you even know any of that?” she finally asked.

Billy was quiet. He was gripping the steering wheel tightly again. “...I don’t know,” he said coldly, letting out a dry laugh. “You probably told me earlier or something and I just forgot. What’s the big deal, Teddi? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Teddi definitely hadn’t told Billy anything that El had shared with her in the woods. She wasn’t even sure if Mike knew about El’s ‘Papa’. And she hadn’t remembered El saying anything about him locking her in a closet. “...Nothing. You’re right. I must’ve told you when we were at the Byers’ or something.” she lied. She moved back into her seat, trying to make her body loosen up a little and her heart slow down. Her eyes flicked over to Billy’s leg instinctively. What had happened to him in the Upside Down?

Billy was frowning out at the road in front of him. He looked as confused as Teddi felt. She couldn’t help but wonder if he knew himself how he’d known anything about El and her life before Hawkins. There was a brief moment when Teddi saw a look of fear on his face. It was gone as quickly as it had come. Billy shifted in his seat again, looking over at her quickly. “...Where exactly am I going?” he asked.

Teddi swallowed thickly. Her mouth felt dry. “Um, we can stop at my house. My dad has some stuff we can probably use.” she hated the horrible silence that filled the Camaro. She hated that she didn’t know what to say to Billy when it was obvious that he was so scared. Teddi could only reach over, taking Billy’s hand in hers once again. He looked over at her, smiling thinly before squeezing her hand.

Neither of them spoke until Billy had pulled into Teddi’s driveway and she had opened the garage door. “...Why the hell does your dad have so many machetes and shit?” Billy asked, taking one of the machetes off of it’s spot on the wall and turning it in his hand. Teddi had grabbed a duffle bag and was filling it with anything she thought could help with Nancy’s plan.

“That’s definitely not a door I wanna open. I’m actually pretty sure he killed a guy and buried him in our backyard when I was six,” Teddi had said it so calmly Billy wasn’t entirely sure if she was kidding or not. “Can you use a gun?” she asked.

“Wha- he has guns? Is your dad the fuckin’ Punisher?” Teddi walked over to her father’s workbench, kneeling down and pulling one of the cabinets open.

“Of course he has guns. This is the only one he doesn’t have locked up in the house though,” Teddi pulled out a rifle, holding it out to Billy as she reached back into the cabinet for a box of ammunition. “It’s his hunting rifle. He like never uses it so we can take it.”

Billy wordlessly took the rifle from her, slinging it onto his back. George Larsson was officially the scariest guy he’d ever met.

“Uh...guys?” Teddi and Billy both spun around. Steve was standing in the driveway, his eyes a little wide. He gave them an awkward wave. “...Can we uh...can we talk?” Billy and Teddi both gave each other a look. Steve walked further into the garage, passing a glance at the duffle bag full of weapons. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “...Whatcha guys up to?”

Billy and Teddi looked at each other again. “...Billy’s house has a rat problem.” Teddi finally said.

Billy nodded. “Big rats. Huge. They’ll try to rip your leg right off-” he cleared his throat when Teddi elbowed him in the side.

“...And you need a hunting rifle?” Steve asked, looking between the two. “For rats?” it was a weak lie. They both knew it. But what else could they possibly tell Steve? The truth? He’d think they’d lost their minds. Steve held up his hands, shaking his head. “Forget it...I just wanted to apologize for what happened earlier with Byers and all. I was a dick.”

“I’ll say.” Billy agreed. Teddi elbowed him again.

Steve let out a small, awkward laugh. “Yeah...look, I don’t want this to get between us, man. It was stupid. It was my business with Nancy....I just feel like you guys haven’t been around much. I kinda didn’t know who else to call but Tommy…”

Teddi’s heart ached for Steve. She knew that she and Billy had been shitty friends lately. It wasn’t like they were doing it for no reason, but to Steve it probably looked like they were trying to avoid him. “I’m really sorry Steve. We’ve just got a lot of…”

“Couple stuff?” Steve asked. Teddi shifted uncomfortably. “With rats?” the two couldn’t make eye contact with him. Steve let out a sigh, nodding. “I get it. I’ll see you guys around.” he turned, sulking as he walked off.

Teddi called after him, but he didn’t stop. “Let him go, Ted. We’ll fix things with him later. We gotta get to the Byers,” Billy set a comforting hand on her lower back. Teddi knew he was right. There were bigger issues they needed to deal with. Steve could wait.

They loaded their supplies into the back of the Camaro. Teddi made sure to grab the first aid kit from her van. “You need to swing by my place and grab Susan’s sewing kit?” it was a joke. Teddi knew it was a joke. Billy was just trying to lighten the mood. But it just made her think back to when she had been stitching his leg back together, her and Max’s hands both covered in his almost black blood. She felt sick.

“...Let’s just get this over with.” she mumbled, slamming the trunk shut and sliding into the passenger’s seat. The drive was silent again. Billy didn’t bother to turn on the radio. That thick, horrible silence fell between them and they were both too unsure of what to say. Teddi had the morbid thought that this might be the last time she and Billy might ever be alone again. Tonight might be the last time she ever saw him. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

When they pulled up in front of the Byers’ house, Billy was the first one to speak. He turned to her, linking their fingers together like she had earlier that night. Teddi didn’t dare look away from him. “...You and me till the end. Right?”

Teddi let out an uneasy breath, nodding. “Till the end.” More silence. Billy leaned in, holding Teddi close against him as he kissed her. She didn’t want to let go. She didn’t want to go inside and fight that monster again. But they didn’t have a choice.

They pulled away from each other, wordlessly sliding out of the Camaro and heading around to the trunk of the car. Billy let out a hiss as he pulled the duffle bag out, reaching down for his leg. “Are you okay?” Teddi asked with wide eyes.

As fast as it had come, the pain was gone. Billy gritted his teeth, standing upright and nodding. Teddi gave him one last look before heading inside. Nancy and Johnathan were in the living room, sitting out the couch and bandaging up their hands. They both looked towards the door as Teddi and Billy walked in. “...I’m not doing any blood brother shit with you guys.” Billy deadpanned.

Teddi and Nancy both rolled their eyes. “We were trying to lure it in. It’s attracted to the smell of blood…” Nancy explained. Teddi looked around the living room to see that in the short amount of time they’d been apart, Nancy and Johnathan had turned the Byers’ house into a warzone. “We set up a trap,” Nancy pointed to the trail of bear traps that lead to Will’s room. “We call it and let it chase us to Will’s room and then we set it on fire.”

“We should start letting you coach the basketball team,” Billy joked. “So...what now? The blood didn’t work. How do we know when this thing is gonna show?”

“My mom says the lights speak. Blink when it’s near. Like an alarm.” Johnathan said.

Teddi dropped the duffle bag onto the coffee table. “Well, I guess we wait then-” she pulled out the machete that she’d tucked inside earlier, the four of them jumping when someone started to pound on the door. They sprung into action, each holding their weapon of choice up, ready to defend each other.

“C-can it knock?” Billy asked.

More pounding on the door. “Guys! I know you’re in there, okay? The Camaro’s outside- can you let me in?” Teddi let out a groan. Steve. Teddi marched over to the door, opening it just a crack. Steve shoved his face inside, trying to push the door open completely. “Can someone tell me what the hell is going on? ...Uh, Ted? Why do you have a machete?”

“Did you follow us, Steve?” she asked.

“...I may have.”

“Steve, you can’t be here! Go home!” Nancy ordered, stomping over to help Teddi shut him out.

“Nanc- what the hell is happening? Let me in! You guys are really freaking me out, okay? This is all getting just way too fucking weird. You’ve all got an arsenal, and you’re hanging out with Johnathan Byers. We’re friends, okay? And friends tell each other shit. Even when that shit includes machetes. So let me in!” he shoved the door open, only to have Nancy push him roughly against it and point her gun in his direction. “Jesus, Nancy!” he yelped.

“I’m serious, Steve!” Nancy’s thumb cocked the small pistol before she pointed it at him again. “You need to go!”

Teddi gave Nancy’s arm a soft tug. “Nance, just leave him-” the lights above them started flickering. They twinkled and blinked wildly. The entire house groaned loudly, warning them of what was coming. Nancy pulled away from Steve. Billy let out out a scream. He doubled over, grabbing at his leg.

“It’s coming!” Johnathan cried. Teddi, Nancy, Billy and Johnathan gathered in the center of the room, pressing their backs to each other as they watched for any sign of the Demogorgon.

“What? What’s coming? Can someone please tell me what the fu- oh my god!” Steve jumped backwards as the ceiling above them started to crumble and crack. Teddi’s skin erupted in goosebumps when she heard that horrible screech. The Demogorgon was crawling out from above them.

“Run! To Will’s room! Go!” Johnathan ordered. He lead the pack. Nancy and Teddi followed closely behind him, taking great care to jump over the bear traps that littered the hallway. Steve was too afraid to move.

Billy grabbed him roughly by the arm, shoving him hard in Teddi’s direction. “He said run, Harrington!” he barked. Steve ran. The five teens all huddled into Will’s room, Billy slamming the door shut behind him and shoving his weight against it. He was breathing hard. Harder than the rest of them. It was coming out in harsh growls through his teeth.

“Is it...I don’t hear anything,” Nancy said quietly. “Is it gone?” she looked over at Johnathan.

“Where the hell could it have gone?” Teddi asked. Billy pushed away from the door, his breathing steady. “Are you okay? What happened?” she reached out for him.

Billy pulled away. “Nothing- I don’t know,” he huffed. “That thing showed up and...I don’t know.” silence filled the room.

“...What was that thing?” Steve asked.

“A Demogorgon.” Teddi, Nancy, Johnathan and Billy all answered.

Steve blinked a few times, his chest rising and falling quickly. “Oh! Of course. A Demog- I’m getting the hell out of here!” he sprung for the door, yanking it open before any of them could stop him. Steve poked his head out into the hall, making sure the monster was gone before he ran out to the living room. “This is crazy! Do any of you see how crazy this is? We have to call someone!” he reached for the phone.

Nancy stopped him. “Steve, we don’t have anyone to call! That thing is going to come back! You need to leave before you get yourself hurt.” Steve looked over to Billy and Teddi. Neither of them said anything. Steve swallowed loudly, running for the front door. No one stopped him.

“It just...disappeared?” Teddi asked quietly, looking over at Billy. The lights were blinking again. Billy screamed out in pain. Then the lights went out completely. Teddi gripped onto the machete in her hands hard. She couldn’t see anything. All she could hear was her friends’ harsh breathing mixed in with her own.

“...Where is it?” Johnathan asked.

The Demogorgon purred. Like it had when it had been hunting her in the Upside Down. It screamed again. Johnathan was on the ground before any of them could do anything. His bat flew from his hands as he reached out to defend himself from the Demogorgon’s claws. Nancy shot at it. Teddi thought she had to have hit it at least once, because it let out the same pained scream that it had when Billy had stabbed it.

“Move!” someone called from behind them. It was Steve. He picked up the bat that Johnathan had dropped, hitting the Demogorgon upside it’s head. It screeched, pulling away from Johnathan. Billy scrambled to help Johnathan up. Steve hit the monster again, backing away from it to lure it from the other’s. “Come on ya ugly bastard. Come get some-” he hit it again.

The Demogorgon lunged for Steve. It was slower now that it was wounded. Steve jumped out of it’s path, shoving Nancy and Teddi further away from the creature as he went. The Demogorgon’s foot landed in one of the bear traps. It screamed again. Teddi jumped for the coffee table. She pulled the lid from the bottle of kerosene she’d pulled from her bag, tossing it at the monster before lighting her little black lighter and throwing it.

It let out a noise that was unlike anything Teddi had ever heard as it burst into flames. The teens all clamped their hands over their ears, wincing at the scream the Demogorgon was letting out as it burned. Johnathan ran to the kitchen, grabbing the fire extinguisher. All that was left of the monster was a charred, slimy, black puddle.

“...Is it dead?” Nancy asked.

“It has to be,” Billy coughed, waving the cloud of smoke out of his face. “The scars don’t hurt-...we did it? It’s over?”

“It’s over.” Johnathan nodded. The lights came back on. The five teens all let out loud sighs of relief. Teddi fell against the wall, breathing in deeply to try and steady her nerves. It was over.

Steve was bent over, his hands resting on his knees. “...Uh, guys? Is that...is that it?” he was pointing up towards the lights. Teddi’s stomach lurched.

The lights were blinking, but it was different this time. It started at the end of the hallway, by Will’s room. The lights blinked, travelling closer towards them. The house didn’t groan. Billy didn’t scream. “...I don’t think that’s the monster.” Nancy said quietly as the five of them watched on in awe.

Johnathan stepped forward, following the lights out to the front porch. The group followed after him. The porch light flickered. “...Mom?” Johnathan asked quietly.

Teddi heard a voice. A small whisper of something she couldn’t quite hear. “Are they there? In the Upside Down?” Teddi asked. No one answered. The five of them stood there for what felt like forever.

“...What do we do now?” Nancy asked.

Billy ran a tired hand down his face. “The kids. We need to get back to the school.”

“Shit!” Teddi hissed. “We have to get back to the kids! They’re still waiting for us!” they all piled into the Camaro. Billy sped through the streets, driving back to Hawkins’ Middle as fast as his baby could take them. They did their best to fill Steve in on everything during the drive. He was taking it fairly well.

When they finally arrived at the school, Teddi’s stomach dropped. “Oh my god. Oh my god. What the hell happened?” the same sedans that they had seen at the Wheeler’s were parked outside of the gym along with two large army trucks. Next to it was an ambulance, a fire truck and two patrol cruisers.

Teddi was out of the car before Billy could pull it to a complete stop. “Mike!” she yelled, running over to the ambulance where Mike was sitting with a blanket wrapped around him. She hugged him tightly. “What happened? Are you okay? Where are the others? Are Hopper and Joyce back-”

Mike looked up at her, his eyes pooling with tears. “They came for us. I don’t know how they knew we were here. The Demogorgon- El-”

Teddi could only stare at him. She pulled away. “What about them?”

“Billy!” Max came running over towards her brother, Lucas and Dustin following after her. Max hugged her brother tightly. Billy was stunned for a moment, a small grin appearing on his face before he hugged her back. Nancy rushed over to Mike’s side, pulling him into a hug. Mike returned the hug this time around.

Teddi looked around wildly for any sign of El nearby. “Mike...where is Eleven?” Teddi asked.

“She sacrificed herself.” Lucas answered quietly.

“The Demogorgon was gonna get us. She stopped it.” Dustin added.

It felt like time had stopped. Teddi’s mouth opened a closed a few times. A large lump had grown in her throat, and her eyes were stinging with the threat of tears. “What...what do you mean she sacrificed herself? She’s gone?” the two boys couldn’t meet her eyes. “She can’t be gone. She couldn’t have just disappeared into fucking thin air!” she spat, tears flowing freely now.

“Teddi…” it was Billy. His hand was on her back.

“Don’t touch me!” she pulled away from him. “She can’t be gone, Billy. I told her that I would keep her safe. I set that fucking thing on fire! You saw it! I promised her, Billy. I told her that nothing bad was going to happen-” Teddi was sobbing now. It sounded like she was choking on every word she said. It felt like she couldn’t breathe properly. Her lungs were burning from the cold air. “What am I supposed to do now? How do I get her back?”

If Billy hadn’t been there to hold her upright, Teddi would’ve collapsed to the ground. He held her tightly as she struggled to break free from him. He’d never seen her cry like this. “You can’t, Teddi. You can’t. She’s gone.” he said quietly.

“I promised her.” Teddi sobbed into his chest.

“I know. I know you did.”

“...This is my fault.” she said quietly. “I left them. I didn’t kill the Demogorgon-”

“Will you stop it?” Billy pulled away from her, his hands gripping her shoulders. “This isn’t your fault. None of this is your fault. She knows that you did everything you could, Teddi.” Billy felt helpless as Teddi cried into his shoulder. What was there for him to say? How could he make something like this better? El was gone. He and Teddi wouldn’t see her again. She had been so close to finally getting a normal life. Billy almost wished he could trade places with her. Anything to make Teddi stop crying.

“Everyone doing okay?” it was Powell. The look on his face said he knew it was a stupid quesion. He shifted awkwardly, not meeting the eyes of the kids in front of him. “I got a call from the chief. They found Will. He says you all can head on over to the hospital and see him.”

“Will’s back?” Johnathan asked. “Is he alright?”

“He’s a little shaken up, but chief says he’s fine. They just wanna keep him for observation. I can give some of you a ride if you need it.”

“You hear that, Ted?” Billy asked. “Will’s safe. You wanna go see him?” she didn’t say anything. Teddi only nodded, sniffing loudly. Steve rode with them to the hospital. He sat in the backseat with Teddi. Teddi was tucked up against his side, Steve’s arms wrapped tightly around her as she cried. Billy watched them through the rearview mirror. They look awful cozy, a voice in his head hissed. She didn’t even want you to touch her...Steve looked awfully upset earlier tonight. Couple Stuff. Jealous even.

Billy’s scars were throbbing. He looked into the mirror again. Steve was running a comforting hand over Teddi’s hair, whispering something Billy couldn’t quite hear. He gripped the steering wheel hard. His knuckles turned white. His foot pressed down harder on the gas, the Camaro speeding down the street.

“...Everything okay up there, Hargrove?” Steve asked carefully.

“I’m fine.” Billy spat. Billy’s eyes met with Teddi’s in the mirror. Her big green eyes were glossed over with tears. She looked scared. Scared of him. Billy’s jaw clenched as he turned the radio on with an angry jab of his finger. He turned the Judas Priest album up loud enough that no one would be able to speak over it.

Hopper and Joyce were in the waiting room when they arrived at the hospital. Johnathan ran to his mother, wrapping her in a tight hug. Hopper made his way over to Teddi and Billy, placing his hands on their shoulders. “You two okay?” he asked. Billy nodded. He was surprised when Hopper pulled the two teens in for a hug. Billy shifted awkwardly after he pulled away. Teddi was still hugging Hopper. “Hey, hey, what happened, kiddo? Everyone’s okay. Will’s okay.” Hopper assured her.

“El,” Teddi sniffed. “She’s gone.” Billy saw a flash of something on Hopper’s face. Guilt maybe? Hopper wouldn’t look directly at Billy. Hopper’s jaw set firmly, hugging Teddi closer to him as her tears started up again. Joyce had taken Johnathan to see Will. Nancy, Steve and the kids were all waiting patiently in the waiting room.

Eventually Hopper calmed Teddi. She sat down next to Billy, picking at the hole in the knee of her jeans. She sniffed, looking over at Billy carefully. “...Are you okay? Your leg?” she asked.

Billy shifted in his seat. “I’m fine,” he lied. “It stopped hurting back at the Byers,” he shrugged. She knows you’re lying, that voice in his head hissed. Billy’s hands clenched into fists. “...I’m gonna go get a drink. You want anything?” he asked. Teddi shook her head.

She watched as he stalked off down the hall, frowning. “What’s gotten into him?” Steve asked.

Teddi shook her head. “You got me…” there was definitely something going on with Billy. Teddi would be lying if she said it didn’t hurt her feelings a little that he was keeping it from her.

Nancy had turned towards Hopper. “Hop? How did you guys find Will? Wasn’t the gate that El opened in that lab?”

Everyone turned to face Hopper. He was silent for a moment. “...We came to an understanding.” was all he said. Teddi watched him. He wouldn’t look at anyone directly. He was turning his pack of cigarettes in his hands, his foot bouncing up and down anxiously. Teddi thought of the sedans out in front of the school. The same ones that she’d seen at the Wheeler’s. With Hopper.

“You sent them to the school.” Teddi said. Everyone looked over at her.

“...What do you mean?” Nancy asked, her head tilting to the side as she looked between Teddi and Hopper.

“He sent the people from the lab to the middle school while we were gone. Didn’t you? That was the understanding you had come to?” she was standing now. Her hands were clenched tightly into fists at her side. “You thought you’d trade El for Will?”

“Teddi-” Hopper stood, holding his hands up defensively. He stepped closer to her, Teddi took a step back. “I had to. It was the only way to save Will-”

“She’s dead because of you!” Teddi spat. “How could you? She was just a little girl!” Hopper said her name again, reaching out for her. Teddi gave his chest a hard shove, glaring up at him through her tears. “I can’t believe you would do this to her! To me! I was going to take care of her! I was going to let her be normal-”

Hopper let out a dry laugh. “Normal? She never would have been normal, Teddi. You’re sixteen years old. How can you take care of her? You think I’d let her move in with that sick bastard you call a father?” the two glared at each other. “I’m sorry that this happened. I didn’t want this to happen. But I had to save Will. All of this was to save Will-” He reached out again.

“Stay away from me!” Teddi snapped. Her jaw was clenched tightly, her breathing coming out hard. “I don’t ever want to speak to you again after what you’ve done,” she was practically snarling up at him. Everyone else in the room was frozen as they watched on. None of them had ever seen Teddi like this. “I hate you.” she sobbed out. She didn’t care about the hurt look on Hopper’s face. Teddi whirled around, storming out of the hospital. She sat on the curb outside, burying her face in her hands and letting out a frustrated scream.

Teddi’s eyes hurt. Her throat and lungs hurt. She was exhausted. She wanted to sleep for a week. Maybe she’d wake up and realize this was all some horrible nightmare. Teddi let out a sigh, running a hand through her hair.

“Sounds like I missed the show.” Teddi turned, watching Billy walk towards her. He sat next to her on the curb, lighting a cigarette and handing it over to her.

Teddi took a drag, her hands shaking. “He’s the reason those people showed up at the school. He told them where El was so he could go through the gate…” she took another drag, passing the smoke back to Billy. “I never expected him to do something like this. He’s always looked out for us. I thought he’d help with El if I asked…” she sighed again, covering her face. “I told him I hated him.”

“Do you?” Billy asked.

“I do right now,” she confessed. She looked over at Billy. He looked as tired as she felt. Teddi started picking at her jeans again. “...You would tell me if there was something wrong, wouldn’t you? You’ve been different since the Upside Down…”

Billy looked at her. There was a small smile on his lips, like he thought the question was funny. “Of course I would,” he was lying. Teddi knew he was lying. Heart felt like it had dropped to her stomach. Her chest felt hollow and heavy. Like someone was standing on her chest. Why was this happening? Why was she losing people left and right? “...You wanna go see Will? Hopper left. It’s safe to go back inside.”

Teddi took in a deep breath and nodded. Billy stood, flicking the cigarette away and holding out his hand to help Teddi stand. His skin felt ice cold. Teddi’s hand jerked away from him. She swallowed thickly, skirting around him and heading back inside. Billy didn’t follow after her.

Will was watching TV when Teddi walked into his room. He smiled when he saw her. Teddi’s eyes welled up with tears. He was really there. Safe. “...Can I hug you?” she asked carefully. Will let out a small laugh and nodded. Teddi rushed over to his side, hugging him tightly. Will laughed, returning the hug fiercely. “You really scared us, kid.” she said quietly.

“I’m sorry-”

Teddi shook her head. “No! No, don’t be sorry. I’m just glad you’re okay...you’re amazing, you know that? I couldn’t imagine being in the Upside Down for as long as you were. I was there for ten minutes and I never want to go back.” she said with a small laugh.

“You were in the Upside Down?” Will asked.

“It was sort of an accident,” Teddi confessed. “We’ve all been out in Mirkwood looking for you. Me, Billy, Johnathan and Nancy. Steve even helped kill the Demogorgon.”

Will’s eyebrows shot upward “Steve Harrington? No way.”

Teddi smiled and nodded. “Way. It was pretty cool...and totally terrifying,” she laughed. “How’re you feeling?”

“Way better. Everything was so cold there. It was like being stuck in a thunderstorm for a week. And the Demogorgon...I can’t wait to get home.”

“You can go home soon. And then everyone is gonna spoil the hell out of you,” they both laughed softly. “I’m gonna go get Max and the guys, okay? I’m sure they’re probably foaming at the mouth to see you.” she hugged Will again.

Will laughed and nodded. “Probably...thanks, Teddi. For everything.”

Teddi smiled at Will, ruffling his hair a little. “Anything for you, Will the Wise.”

---

It was Christmas Eve. A little over a month had passed since the night Will had come home. Things had gone back to normal for the most part. There was no more talk of the Demogorgon, the Upside Down or the like. Teddi still had the occasional nightmare, but aside from that it was all like a distant memory.

Teddi still missed El. It had gotten easier to deal with over time. She still felt guilty. But she could deal with the pain now. Things between her and Hopper hadn’t gotten any better. She hadn’t spoken to him since that night in the hospital. She didn’t know what to say. She was still angry with him.

Things were touch and go with Billy. He still had the occasional episode where his anger would spike. His leg had healed. Still, Teddi knew there was something wrong. He would never admit it. Eventually she learned to stop asking about it. It only ended in an argument.

Now they were at Steve’s house. His parents threw a big Christmas Eve party every year that they invited the entire town to. Teddi’s parents were there, mingling somewhere downstairs. Teddi had lost Billy awhile ago. He’d said there had been something he needed to do and hurried off inside. Now she was lounged out by the pool with Steve. They were huddled together on one of the pool chairs, holding their coats tightly around them and passing a joint between them.

“You think Carol’s mom is gonna try and kiss your dad under the mistletoe again this year?” Steve asked.

Teddi let out a snort. “Totally. She never misses an opportunity...what do you think Billy’s up to in there?” she narrowed her eyes as she looked back up at the house.

“Probably banging Mrs. Wheeler.” Steve said with a short laugh. Teddi glared up at him. “...Sorry. That was a bad joke...maybe I should lay off a little,” he handed the joint back to Teddi. She took a long, slow drag. Steve cleared his throat. “How’re things with you guys?”

“How are things with you and Nancy?”

“...Point taken.” Steve and Nancy were “on a break”. Considering that break had started a week after Will had come home, and Nancy had been spending most of her time with Johnathan, things weren’t looking very good.

Teddi leaned back, staring up at the stars above them and swaying a little. “I dunno, Steve...sometimes things are perfect. And then sometimes…” she drifted off.

“Sometimes you wanna punch him in his stupid face?” Steve finished. The two erupted into giggles. Teddi covered her mouth, trying to quiet her laughter as she fell against Steve.

Billy watched on from the dining room. He’d been headed back outside when he saw Teddi and Steve, huddled close together and laughing at something that Steve had said. His hands clenched into fists. She’d be better off with him, the voice in his head hissed. Look how happy she is.

He hated that voice. It had been there, whispering things in his ear, since that night in the Upside Down. He hadn’t told anyone about it. He hadn’t told anyone about the ugly thoughts that he’d had over the last month, or how they were getting worse by the day. He hadn’t told anyone that somehow he just knew things. Things he had no way of knowing. He hadn’t told anyone that sometimes he’d get violently ill. It came on out of nowhere. Everything would start spinning, he’d break out in a cold sweat and he’d throw up this black ooze. Like he was rotting from the inside. Billy was scared. He didn’t know what was happening to him.

Billy let out an irritated sigh, shoving the sliding glass door open and heading out towards Teddi and Steve. “There he is! We were just talkin’ about ya, man!” Steve called, Teddi’s laughter picking up again.

“Oh yeah? About what?” he asked, shoving his hands into the pocket of his brown jacket.

Teddi’s laughter died down to giggles as Steve looked up at Billy with a blank expression. “...I forgot.” he answered honestly. He and Teddi started laughing again.

Billy rolled his eyes. “C’mon, Teddi. We should get going. I got a surprise for you.” he held out his hand to her. Teddi looked surprised. Billy helped her stand, Teddi falling against him in a fit of giggles as she tried to steady herself. Billy wrapped an arm around her, smiling down at Teddi as she looked up at him, biting her lip. She doesn’t love you anymore, the voice hissed. Billy’s arm tightened around her.

“What’s the surprise?” she asked.

“If I told you that it wouldn’t be a surprise.”

Teddi pouted up at him. “Fine. See ya, Harrington! Merry Christmas!” she called over her shoulder, pulling Billy along back up to the house.

“Yeah, Merry Christmas! Maybe I’ll go hit on Carol’s mom.” he mumbled sarcastically, falling back against the pool chair.

Teddi was quiet as Billy drove them to her surprise. She simply linked her arm with his, resting her head on his shoulder. He was nervous. He hoped she wouldn’t be too mad at him. There was a chance that this surprise could easily turn around and bite him in the ass.

The Camaro came to a stop outside of Mirkwood. Teddi looked ahead at the woods, frowning. “...The hell kinda shenanigans are you up to, Hargrove?”

Billy let out a small laugh. “Just wait a second, okay? It’ll make sense, I promise.” Teddi pulled away from him, crossing her arms. Billy’s fingers tapped nervously against the steering wheel. Eventually he saw a pair of headlights in the rearview mirror. Teddi spun around, glaring back at Hopper’s blazer.

“What is he doing here?” she spat. Hopper got out of the car, a stack of tupperware in his hands. He gave the two of them an awkward wave. “What is he doing here, Billy?” she asked again.

“Just...give him a chance, Ted. Listen to what he has to say.”

Teddi glared out at Hopper, her jaw clenching. She didn’t say anything as she slid out of the Camaro. Hopper smiled thinly at her. “Hey, kiddo…”

“Why am I here?” Teddi asked coldly.

“Just...follow me. I’ll show you,” he flicked on his flashlight, motioning for them to follow him. Billy gave Teddi a soft push after Hopper. She let out a soft huff, falling into step beside him. It was strange being back in Mirkwood again. It felt different. Empty. Teddi didn’t have that feeling that she was being watched anymore. “There was a guy out here a few weeks back. Came into the police station and said he was attacked while he was out here hunting. A little girl apparently knocked him out and stole his hat and jacket,” Hopper explained.

Teddi’s heart was hammering hard in her chest.

“I’ve been leaving food out here for her. I was hoping that she would come to me but she doesn’t know me all that well. So I called Billy,” Hopper stopped at a small, metal box that was covered in snow. He brushed most of it away, stowing the tupperware inside. “I figured if she was going to show herself to anyone it would be you, Teddi.”

Teddi’s mouth opened and closed a few times, looking between Billy and Hopper. “...She’s here? You’ve seen her?”

“Not technically. But someone’s been eating all the eggos I’ve been leaving.” he smiled softly. Teddi let out a short laugh, wiping her eyes roughly.

“Told you it was a surprise.” Billy grinned.

There was something moving behind them, just above a snowy bank. Teddi could hear the sound of twigs snapping and the crunch of footsteps in the snow. She whirled around, her heart feeling like it could burst out of her chest.

“...Teddi?” a small voice called. Teddi smiled up at her, blinking away her tears.

“El.”

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove x oc

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metalzombiemiss · 7 years ago

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Wrapped Up In You--Part 1

Characters: AU Negan x OFC (Faye) Aerialist, Faye, performs in her first competition and meets the father of one of the teenage competitors, Negan. Warnings: Language **This is my first attempt at an AU. I didn’t have a beta so sorry for any errors** Word count: 2316

Part 1

My stomach turned as I stood side stage in my black leotard and red tights. My nerves were through the roof as I waited to perform my first silks routine.

“You’re gonna be great!” My instructor whispered in my ear.

I was visibly shaken. The last thing I wanted besides messing up a move was to appear nervous. I needed everything to be smooth and perfect. This was more than just a performance; this was a competition. Granted, I wasn’t going to get anything other than recognition on their website and a cute little medal but I wanted to be noticed.

“Our next performer is new to the competition circuit. Dancing to ‘Downfall’ by Lacuna Coil, please welcome Alexandra Fury!” The announcer said with enthusiasm.

My heart pounded out of my chest as I heard my stage name over the loudspeaker. I inhaled deeply and walked across the stage to the purple fabric hanging from the ceiling. My hair nearly matched the silks perfectly. I closed my eyes and waited for the song to begin. The guitars echoed through the theater and suddenly, it was as if the whole audience had disappeared. I allowed the slick fabric to run through my fingers as I began to sway.

Let the light get into the room So I can see your face You don’t need to hurry You can stay here some more As I just want to talk I know it sounds so strange

I began to climb up and started on my first trick. Something simple and not exhausting. I separated the silks and brought myself through carefully. I brought them under my arms and ‘walked’ through the air in my baby angel hang. I brought my arms out slightly and gave myself some momentum to begin a slight spin. I curled my body into a ball and increased my speed. I spread my legs into a v and slowed my spin down. As I came to a halt, I wrapped my right foot from the air. I leaned to the right as soon as the chorus hit.

When I’m down It’s hard to walk away ‘Cause nothing seems to change The sun will never heal the rain

My free hand made its way down my face slowly. I brought myself back to vertical and slowly unwrapped my foot. I gripped the silk tightly against me and gradually made my way back down to the floor. I brought myself to my knees and played with the space around me as the song came to midway through the second verse.

Keep holding my hand I promise I won’t shed a tear But please never let me go I don’t know what else to do

I stood back up and got myself into the fabric once more. I wrapped my feet as I got myself a good distance off the floor. I brought myself down into a split as the second chorus came. I came back up and spun myself once more. As I crossed the silks behind me, I listened closely for my cue.

Don’t fuck it up, Faye, I thought.

The guitar solo began and I flipped upside down into the dreaded X, a move I had just mastered not two months before. My heart raced as I ran my hands over my body, feeling the music. My eyes closed as I engrossed myself in the moves I had practiced over and over again. Her voice belted over the speaker.

When I’m down It’s hard to walk away ‘Cause nothing seems to change The sun will never heal the rain

I flipped myself upright and prepared myself for the drop. I took my time wrapping myself up, making sure each move was precise and perfect. The music began to dwindle and I let go. My body spun downward while I stayed wrapped within the fabric. My final pose representative of the final chords humming.

Holy fuck, I thought, I fucking did it.

I rolled myself out and stood next to the silks. I held them for stability and took a quick bow. I ran off stage and into the arms of my instructor.

“That was amazing!!!!” She exclaimed, her arms wrapped tightly around me. I began sobbing into her shoulder. “Why are you crying?” She pulled me away from her.

“I can’t believe I did that,” I replied, wiping away my tears, “And that I didn’t fuck anything up!”

“It was beautiful. You looked flawless. I’m so fucking proud of you,” she hugged me again, “Let’s go get you some water and watch the next group go up. Then…we celebrate!!!”

“Celebrate what? I don’t know if I placed yet!” I said, slightly out of breath.

“We’re gonna know at the end of the day but I just KNOW you placed!” She replied, confidently.

We walked over to the stage door to make our way into the audience. I was so busy looking down at my feet and wiping away my tears that I hardly noticed the tall figure making his way through the same door. I hit his chest face first.

“Oh, fuck! I’m so sorry!” His booming voice shook me as I looked up to see the most beautiful man I had ever seen.

His black hair was slicked back like an old ‘50’s greaser and his salt and pepper beard brought the heat within me to the forefront.

“No worries. I should have looked where I was going,” I stammered, trying hard to look away from his hazel eyes. His tongue slipped through his lips and he smiled, his perfect teeth practically glimmering in the little light that came from the stage.

“I wasn’t paying much attention either,” the rasp in his voice gave me a chill, “You just performed, right?”

I nodded and blushed. One side of his mouth went up, “You were great. I hope my daughter gets to your caliber one day. She’s fucking great for her age, though.”

Daughter? Fuck. He’s married, I thought.

“That’s awesome. I wish I had gotten into this at a young age,” I said, trying to keep myself on the cool side, “I’ve been doing this for about 3 years.”

“Really? You look like a fucking pro up there!” His compliment made my cheeks turn red.

“Th-thank you,” I whimpered.

“Dad!” A tiny voice came from behind him, “You gotta go back to your seat!” She huffed. Her brown hair swung from her ponytail as she stomped up to her father.

“Alright, alright! I’m going!” He chuckled, “We need to have a chat about your fucking attitude, peanut.”

“Oh my god, Dad! Stop! Go sit down, please! It’s almost my turn!” She rolled her pretty green eyes and made her way to towards the stage.

“Sorry,” he shrugged, “I think me being here makes her nervous.”

I giggled, “How old is she?”

“13. And she is something fucking else,” he sighed.

“I remember being 13,” I told him, “I got pretty embarrassed by my parents, too. She’ll grow out of it!”

“Yeah, I know. But I wish she’d grow out of it now,” he smiled, “Care to sit with me…I’m sorry, what was your name?”

“Oh, my real name is Faye. And you are?” I held out my hand for him to shake.

His long fingers wrapped around my tiny hand, “Negan. Nice to meet you, Faye.”

I blushed and nodded, “You, too. Oh! This is my instructor, Stephanie!” I had nearly forgotten that she was standing next to me. She shook his hand and gave her greeting.

“Shall we?” He asked, a slight bow to his head as he allowed us through the door first. Stephanie weaved her arm through mine and nudged me.

“Hello, Daddy!” She whispered, gripping me a little tighter.

“Shh! He’s married!” I nudged back.

“I didn’t see a ring and just because he’s got a daughter doesn’t mean he’s taken!” She snipped back.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. At 33, you’d think that I’d be committed by now but no such luck. My last relationship happened when I was 26 and I have had no success since. Men can be terrible, especially men closer to my age. I needed a man who knew what he was doing but of course, they were all married. Sadly, Negan was just another one of those unfortunate circumstances.

“Come on,” he said, walking behind us, “Front row. Gotta make sure my little girl sees me!”

My heart fluttered as he spoke about his daughter that way. He sat down and eyed the stage like a proud papa. I could see how nervous he was for his daughter and it warmed my heart.

“Next, we are presenting our first ever teen category. This features aerialists within the 13-15 age group. These young performers have worked hard to get here. Please welcome our first aerialist, dancing to “Made in the USA” by Demi Lovato: Kady White!” The announcer spoke with enthusiasm once again.

The grin on Negan’s face grew as soon as he saw her walking out on stage. The crowd clapped but his claps were the loudest. The pride he felt was clear. She began her routine with a smooth climb. As she continued through the song, Negan’s face beamed.

“This is the best part,” he whispered. I smirked as he paid close attention to her next trick. For being 13, her inverts were wonderful. As she flipped upside down, Negan cheered. I giggled and looked at Stephanie.

“So fucking hot,” she mouthed. I simply nodded, eyes wide in agreement.

Once her performance ended, he came to his feet and brought his hands together excitedly. I stood with him and smiled as she took a bow.

“She’s very talented,” I said over the roar of clapping.

“Fucking told you! She keeps this shit up, she’s gonna be as great as you are one day!” He beamed.

I giggled as he continued to smile from ear to ear. She strolled off stage and made her way back down to him.

“How was that, Dad?!” Her grin was just as big and as beaming as his.

“That was fucking perfect, baby! I think you’ve earned a good meal!” He hugged her tightly then looked over at us, “Would you ladies care to join us?”

“Uh,” I paused, “Well, we don’t want to interfere with any dad-daughter time…”

“What do you think, Kady?” He looked down at his petite daughter and questioned, “You mind if these lovely ladies join us?”

She looked at me and then at Stephanie. She pretended to look us over but then smiled and said, “You can come! You were so awesome! I wanna be that good! Did you make up your routine?”

“With a lot of help from Stephanie but yeah,” I replied.

Stephanie smacked my shoulder, “Nonsense! You did most of the work! I just helped with the technique. Don’t sell yourself short!”

My face grew hot and I shrugged, “I mean, I guess. It doesn’t matter. You already have a ton of talent so you’ll absolutely get there!”

Kady smiled big, showing her teeth that were nearly as perfect her father’s. Her green eyes lit up as she looked up at him, “Let’s go! I want a burger! But we gotta hurry so we can be back in time for placements!!”

He brought her into him and squeezed her shoulder, “Of course! Performer’s choice! Burgers it is!” They made their way to the exit and Stephanie and I followed behind.

I rushed to my original seat and grabbed my bag. I caught up and held on to Stephanie.

“What are we doing?” I whispered, gripping her tightly.

“Going to lunch with a super hot daddy and getting you laid,” she responded, incredibly sure of her prediction.

I scoffed, “He has a kid. He’s probably married. I don’t stand a chance. A guy that looks like that is probably married to a gorgeous woman.” My shoulders slumped down.

Stephanie grabbed my hand and said, “You are so smoking hot and you absolutely could get a guy like that. And again, he isn’t wearing a ring so maybe he’s divorced! Besides, I saw the way he was looking at you. I saw him watching your performance. Girl, he was all eyes on YOU. Trust me.” She opened the door and a cool breeze hit me.

I shrugged, handed her my bag, and let go of her to throw on my hoodie. “Whatever. I’m not arguing with you on this,” I joked.

She laughed, “You’re finally learning!!”

“Learning what?” Negan asked as he shut the passenger side door once we reached his car in the parking lot.

“Not to argue with me when I’m right about things,” Stephanie quipped, “Especially when a hot guy…OOF!”

I elbowed her directly in the ribs and practically killed her with my stare.

“What?” He asked, zipping up his leather jacket. It hugged perfectly across his broad chest which nearly brought me to my knees.

“Nothing!” I shouted, throwing my bag over my shoulder after tearing it away from her.

He gave us both a very puzzled look, “Alright then… Well we’re headed to that fucking burger joint right down the road. Meet us there?”

We both nodded and headed to my car. I unlocked it and threw my bag in the backseat. “I’m going to fucking murder you,” I threatened as we buckled in.

“Oh come on!” She chuckled, “You know he’s fucking hot so why wouldn’t you want to know if he’s single?!”

I started up the small gray hybrid, “It wouldn’t matter if he is! Look at him. He probably would only ever date models. Not short girls with asses so thick it could destroy a fucking planet.”

“You don’t know that! Maybe he likes ‘em thick!” She winked.

I rolled my eyes, “I could never be that lucky...”

#negans thirst squad #negansmut #twd fanfiction #negan fanfiction #i'm not really a writer i just play one online #negan au

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equalstrashflavoredtrash · 8 years ago

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Meatballs - 2

PART 1

a/n: 🎶 on top of spaghetti~~ 🎵 all covered in smut~~ 🎶

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Warnings: ALL SMUT. THIS THIS ALL SMUT. (have fun)

Digger “Captain Boomerang” Harkness X OFC // Suicide Squad

word count: 3,763

2. The Visit

Yawning as she stood upright, Luce kicked the door to the front loading dryer shut and turned the knob to start. Shuffling down the hall while the machine started to rumble, she absently tugged at the hem of her camisole, pulling it further down over the waistband of her shorts, even though she knew it would ride up again soon.

It was Monday, her first day off and after working both Saturday and Sunday night shifts at the bar. She was prepared to spend today doing nothing but lounging around in her pajamas. Reclining back on the couch she grabbed at her bowl of popcorn, taking a handful to munch on as she watched another rerun of 'I Love Lucy'. She pretty much had the house to herself today, though Uncle Manny and his dog, Howard were both present, they were fast asleep across the room and she knew they would be for awhile.

Luce was well into an episode and enjoying herself, laughing at the other Lucy's antics when a knock came at the door. With a groan she climbed out from her cocoon of blankets and crossed into the kitchen.

"Just a second," she called as they knocked again, and she cursed the impatient postman in her head. "What do you need me to sign?" She asked, opening the door. Raising her eyes, Luce found herself looking at not a delivery man, but an Australian man. Standing before her with a smirk was the guest who had been so graciously kicked out of last week's spaghetti dinner.

"Can I come in?" Digger asked, taking his time to study what she was wearing. Already he could feel his jeans becoming tight at the sight of her.

With a roll of her eyes, Luce stepped to the side, letting the man into the kitchen. "Why are you here?" she asked as he paused, shifting his heavy overcoat off his shoulders and tossing it onto the back of a chair. "Just make yourself at home," she commented hoping he'd catch the sarcasm as she leaned against the counter, crossing her arms over her chest, very aware of the fact that she was wearing a tight shirt with no bra.

"Gladly," he replied with a wink as he turned towards her, "Truth is I saw yeh brother's truck was gone, so I thought I'd stop by to return something."

"Return what?" Luce's brow wrinkled with confusion, not sure what he was talking about while watching him reach into his jeans' front pocket.

"I believe these are your's," Digger teased, revealing a pair of blue panties in his hand. He laughed, watching her eyes going wide in reaction, "I was hoping I could trade them in for a fresh pair."

"Give me those!" Luce ordered, reaching forward to grab at the underwear. Digger quickly lifted his arm, holding them over his head and well out of her grasp. Annoyed and not thinking, Luce tried to jump and reach but still failed.

"Told yeh, I'll trade," he repeated, enjoying the view as she hopped, keeping herself braced with a hand against his stomach.

"My dresser is not a lending library," Luce shot at him with a huff as she stepped back, recognizing the futility in her attempts. The man was almost half a foot taller than her, and short of finding a stool, it was not likely she'd be able to reach that far above his head.

"I'm not picky, luv," he began, lowering his arm, "I'll take what's in the hamper."

"Oh, bad luck," Luce taunted, tilting her head to the side as she leaned back, resting her hands on the edge of the counter behind her, "Everything's in the wash."

"How 'bout the pair you got on?" he smirked thinking he had her. Luce looked away for a second, debating if she should respond honestly.

"Who said I was wearing any?" she replied, biting her lip, "I told you, it's laundry day."

It took every bit of Digger's self control to not jump on her right there. Instead he chose to challenge her, "Prove it."

"I don't have to prove anything to you," he could tell by her impish tone that she was playing with him like a cat toys with a mouse, but Digger was no mouse and he was more than eager to show her so.

"Aww, come on darl'," he goaded, stepping forward, bringing his hand to her hip. As his fingers just barely touched her side she let out an involuntary squeak and giggle, shifting slightly away from his touch. His crooked smirk deepened as he recognized the newly found leverage he had over her. "You one of them ticklish Shelias, then?" he questioned as he lifted both hands to her sides, letting his fingers dance over the cotton of her cami. Biting her inner cheek, Luce fought back the giggles building in reaction to his touch.

Wrapping her hands around Digger's forearms, she tried to push him away, closing her eyes to avoid his gaze as she let out small gasps and laughs every time one of his fingers made contact. He moved closer as he continued to tease her sides.

"Cut it out," Luce finally forfeited between laughs, clinging to his biceps as his hands halted, shifting to grab at her waist instead. She kept her eyes closed, feeling his body heat as he stepped towards her. Biting her lip, Luce fought back a moan as Digger leaned in, his warm breath skimming over her cheek before he pushed his hips into hers, his obvious erection pressing against her stomach.

Her eyes shot open with the sudden contact as she felt a pulse between her legs in response. Luce gasped without meaning to as Digger held her close, grinding his hips against hers. Half lidded, her gaze drifted to his mouth and that became all she could focus on, watching the light glinting off the tip of his gold tooth which peeked out between his lips as he smirked.

In a trance Luce reached up, running her fingers through the bushy, uneven mutton chops on either side of his face, bringing him closer. A groan rumbled from his chest as he let one hand slide down across her bottom while the other kept her pressed against him. Standing on the balls of her feet, she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and tilting her head to the side before taking his lips with hers. Digger tightened his grip, squeezing her ass as he returned the kiss with fervor.

His facial hair scratched her skin as he parted his mouth, his tongue skimming across her bottom lip. Following suit, she opened her mouth in return as she reached up, tugging at the curls on the back of his head, eliciting another groan from him as his tongue explored her mouth.

Luce felt dizzy as he quickly pulled away, giving her no time to ask questions before he wrapped his arms around her legs, lifting her over his shoulder. Letting out an involuntary yelp, Luce suddenly found herself upside down and staring at his back.

"What are you doing?" she hissed as he started walking, heading towards the hallway.

"Goin' ta yer room," he stated like it was obvious. "Don't want'a wake up ya gramps when ya start screaming," he explained, lightly slapping her ass as he carried her.

"How do you know where my room is?" she challenged, bracing her arms against his back to keep herself upright and stop the blood rushing to her head.

"Gave myself a tour during the party." Even if she couldn't see his face, Luce could hear his grin while he spoke.

"That explains how you got my underwear," she huffed as he opened the bedroom door, "What else did you take?"

Letting the door slam shut behind him, Digger lowered Luce to her feet. "Don't worry, darl' just ya knickers," he revealed, watching her adjust the hem of her shirt. "Now, where were we?" he asked, stepping in closer.

An excitement hummed through Luce as he approached her, hunching forward to capture her lips. Blindly, she fumbled with the zipper to his track jacket, tugging at the bit of metal before pushing the jersey fabric over his shoulders.

Breaking away from the kiss, Luce gasped, "Oh my god," as she ran her hands over his biceps, amazed by the size now that she could see his bare arms.

With a chuckle Digger reached up, grabbing at the back of his shirt collar before pulling the navy tank over his head in a fluid motion, the gold chains he wore clinking against each other with the movement. Luce gnawed on her bottom lip as she watched, eyeing his physique and the way the muscles shifted under his skin with his movements. Without hesitation she grabbed his arms, turning him around and guiding him to the bed where she pushed him to sit down on the edge.

Tugging the elastic from her wrist, Luce quickly gathered her hair, pulling it back in a messy bun as Digger kicked off his boots. Dropping to her knees, she situated herself between his legs, sliding her hands along his inner thighs and holding his gaze. Without looking away, she gave him a coquettish smile and reached for his belt buckle.

After unzipping his jeans, she slipped her hand under the waistband of his boxers, revealing his erection. He was stiff as a board with precum already weeping from the tip as she eyed his notable size. Wrapping her hand around the base, she ran her tongue along the underside before taking his head into her mouth. Spiraling her tongue around his gland, she could feel a gush between her legs as he groaned. Letting his head roll back, Digger focused on the feeling of her mouth around him, sucking and pulling as she moved her head. Slowly Luce pushed forward, taking her time, taking him further into her mouth and letting her jaw adjust to the size as she bobbed.

Digger hissed, reveling in the warmth of her gob around his dick with her fluid movements. He ran his hand along her scalp, pushing the stray hairs out of her face when she finally managed to take his entire length. "Oh fuck," Digger groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily as the head of his cock brushed the back of her throat. Luce tried her best to maintain but quickly needed to pull back, gasping slightly for air. Digger could feel himself twitch, watching her take shallow, panting breaths as a small line of spit trailed from her lips to the tip of his dick while she continued to grasp the base of him.

"In my experience," Digger began, his voice deep and husky as he guided her on to his lap, studying her with his pale blue eyes while he licked his bottom lip, "A bird only gets that good at sucking a guy off with practice." Luce simpered at his comment as she rested her knees on either side of his thighs, straddling him. "Makes me wonder what yer big brothah would say if he knew you had such a talent."

"What John doesn't know, won't hurt him," she indicated with a smirk as Digger ran his hands up her legs, letting the rough callouses on his fingers tickle the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. "Just like he doesn't need to know about you."

"So I'm yer dirty lil' secret, then?" Digger chafed with a smirk, sliding his palms along her stomach, letting the the hem of her shirt bunch under his fingers as his hands continued to to wander north.

"Dirty? Yes. But Little? No," she replied with a shake of her head, "No, there's nothing about you I'd call little." Shifting her hips, she let her center press against his erection through the cotton of her shorts. Digger groaned at the contact as Luce raised her arms, allowing him to pull her camisole over her head before discarding it on the floor. Instantly he leaned forward taking her nipple between his lips, feeling it pebble as he teased her with his tongue.

Luce let out a low moan when he cupped her other breast. Fondling her soft flesh, Digger savored the way she fit so perfectly into his grasp. She dug her nails into his shoulders and he wrapped his free arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"Oh, Digger," she hummed into his ear, letting her fingers drift up to play with his hair.

Releasing her nipple, Digger left a trail of wet kisses across her sternum as he mumbled against her skin, "call me Captain, luv." Luce laughed at his request, urging him to lift his head by tugging on his curls.

"What?" she asked with a chuckle, "Like on your jacket? Do you really love soccer that much?" Moving his hips, Digger rolled to the side, pinning Luce between him and the comforter.

"I'll show ya why they call me Captain," he growled as he hovered over her. "And it ain't because of sports or the tattoo on me ass," he teased, as he leaned forward, bring his mouth close to her ear, moving his hand to tickle at the skin just above her waistband. "It's because I'm going to fuck you so hard, it'll leave a dent in the mattress," he boasted.

Luce could feel herself getting wet at just his words as he began to tug at her shorts, pulling them down her legs while he leaned back. Slowly he let his eyes travel across her form, hungrily taking in the details of how she laid, splayed out beneath him. He studied the way her breasts rose and fell with each breath while biting her lip in anticipation.

"You dirty liar," he chided when his eyes came to rest on the pair of striped panties she wore. He pulled at the elastic and quickly yanked her underwear off her body before stuffing them into the front pocket of his jeans as she giggled. "I'm keeping these," he stated before kicking off his own pants and boxers while Luce watched with a smile she couldn't wipe off her face, gently brushing her fingers along the sides of her breast.

Digger froze for a moment as he gazed at her eager and willing, just waiting for him. He moved on instinct, pushing himself between her legs. He enjoyed how her body fit so perfectly against his as he squeezed her breast and buried his face into the crook of her neck. Nipping at the skin over her aorta, he pushed his hips forward, easily guiding himself into her with a hard thrust.

"Yer cunt's so tight," Digger hissed as Luce moaned in response, overwhelmed by the sensation of him inside of her. He hardly gave her a chance to adjust to his intrusive size before pulling nearly all the way back, leaving just his tip inside her as he spoke. "Tell me what you want," he ordered as he bit at her collarbone, bracing himself with a hand on either side of her head so he hovered just above her.

"I want you," she replied quickly, absently tugging at his shoulders, trying to bring him closer.

"What do you say?" he prompted, keeping his arms stiff.

"I want you to fuck me," Luce answered, pausing as she looked him in the eye. "Captain, please," she whined and he gave in. With a hard jerk of his hips, Digger pushed forward, sinking into her. He let out a low groan at the feeling of the tight warmth of her. Pausing, he dipped his his head as he took a moment to enjoy the tense sensation of how her walls gripped him before he pulled back and slammed forward, setting a rapid pace as he moved against her.

Luce lifted a hand to her mouth, biting down on her fore knuckle to try and stifle her moans as she bounced with each of his thrusts. With a growl Digger grabbed at her wrists, pinning her arms to the bed on either side of her head.

"I want ya to yell my fucking name when ya come," he demanded as he shifted, slamming into her her harder than before. Luce could barely keep the sounds she made inside as he moved, the head of his dick rubbing the perfect spot along her inner walls.

"Fu-uck," Luce moaned while he contined to force his hips against her at an unrelenting pace. "Captain-," she gasped, while rolling her head back, clenching her eyes shut and missing his self satisfied smirk as she arched into him. Sliding his hand between them, Digger reached for her clit, pressing hard against her bud of nerves with his broad thumb.

With a yell Luce came undone. Her body tensed around Digger as he continued to move his hips. She went limp, caught in rapture as she let the waves of bliss wash over her, radiating out from her middle. The feeling of her walls spasming around his cock almost did him in. Leaning back, he pulled himself out from within her before stroking his shaft until he came with a low growl. Luce watched excitedly while he finished, his face and body tense as he pumped his hand til he released, his cum landing on her stomach.

"Fuck," Digger groaned as he dropped forward, catching himself with his hand so he hovered above Luce.

"Grab me a tissue," she giggled, slapping at his shoulder, "there's a box on the side table."

Sitting back on his knees, Digger was still in a post-orgasm haze as he looked to the left spotting the box. He easily reached over pulling out two sheets before turning his attention back to her. Without comment he used the tissues to mop up the mess he'd made on her belly.

"Cleaning up your own cum?" Luce asked in a light voice, "You're such a gentlemen." Digger didn't respond, instead he balled the dirty kleenex and tossed it at her face before flopping down onto the mattress next to her.

Luce rolled over, resting her chin on his pectoral as his chest rose and fell with each deep breath. She played with the hair on his abdomen, smiling to herself as she studied his profile and enjoyed the quiet moment. Keeping his eyes shut, Digger bent his elbow, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, drawing small circles with his thumb on her skin. They laid together for a moment, resting with each other.

"Ready for round two, yet?" Digger asked, looking to where her head rested on him.

"I've been waiting for you," Luce returned, pinching his chest hairs and tugging. Digger winced before swatting her hand away. He began to sit up when she froze, her gaze immediately jerking to the door. "Did you hear that?" she hissed, her voice uneasy.

"Hear what?" Digger scowled, not understanding why her mood had suddenly changed.

"I heard a car pull into the drive," she explained looking back at him, "you need to go." Digger groaned as she pushed him to sit up. He pulled on his boxers while she moved to collect his boots. "Hurry," she spurred as he picked up his jeans.

"Just let me get dressed, alright?" he said before she cut him off, pulling the pair of pants from his grasp.

"We don't have time for that now, you need to go climb out the window," she insisted, pushing at his chest while pointing to the window on the wall next to her bed. Since this was not Digger's first time having to hastily sneak out a girl's window, he was quite adept at it and able to easily drop to the grass without injury. She was quick to follow him to the window, tossing out his shoes and jeans. He gathered his trousers and pulled them on, carelessly stuffing his feet into his boots as Luce scrambled to gather his clothes from her bedroom floor.

As she leaned out the window to toss the rest of his belongings down, she spotted Digger standing half naked with his pants still unzipped, holding her pair of underpants to his nose as he looked up at her. Luce blushed at the sight before throwing his shirt and jacket at him.

"Nothin' beats the smell of a ripe cunt, darl. I'm not cleanin' me knob or these knickers," he called with a smirk as he held her gaze.

"That's disgusting," she shot back, leaning over the window sill, "and a good way to guarantee that I'll never touch your dick again."

Digger pulled a pained expression as he place his hand flat over the right side of his chest, "You're heartless, luv."

"Go take a shower," she chided, rolling her eyes and pulling down the window pane, leaving Digger to pick up his clothes before running off. After locking the window, Luce climbed under the covers, pulling the sheets up to her chin as she tried to steady her breathing, feigning sleep. Luce could hear the footsteps coming down the hall and prayed they would walk past her door. Her hopes were dashed by the sound of the doorknob twisting open.

"You want to tell me why this was in my kitchen?" Antia asked as Luce turned, peeking over her shoulder. Her sister-in-law stood in the doorway to her room with a hand on her hip, tapping her foot as she held out a worn, dark blue overcoat.

Luce gave a sheepish grin as she sat up, the covers dropping slightly to reveal her bare shoulders. Anita shook her head, all of her questioned answered.

"You better hide this before your brother gets home," she advised as she crossed the room, dropping the jacket onto Luce's bed.

"Thank you, I will," Luce replied in a meek voice. "I'm going to take a nap, so when John comes back tell him not to bother me," she requested as Anita stood at the door.

"Don't worry, I've got you. I'll just tell him you feel sick," she replied with a wave of her hand before pulling the door shut.

Once she was alone, Luce quickly jumped up, grabbing the jacket and throwing it over her shoulders. Sliding her arms into the sleeves, she pushed back the cuffs and grabbed at her comforter, crawling underneath, snuggling into her bed to rest. She smiled to herself, enjoying the smell and warmth of his jacket as she drifted off to sleep.

PART 1

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hunnywrites · 5 years ago

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Chapter One: What Goes Bump in the Night

Pairing: Billy Hargrove/OFC

A/N: I just really wanted to write a fic where Billy and Teddi have lived in Hawkins their whole lives and take on Demogorgons because they take their babysitting duties too seriously. Teddi is gonna be the token horror movie character that’s always saying “I’ve got a bad feeling about this” and Billy is gonna hate every minute of it. Greg Larsson and Neil Hargrove are gonna be mentioned but those assholes are gonna be taking a backseat this time around because let’s face it: we all hate them. So I hope y’all enjoy!

Sunday nights in Hawkins were usually quiet, but this one in particular was a little too quiet for Teddi’s tastes. It was almost hard for her to believe that only a half hour ago there had been three fifth graders arguing with Keith at the prize counter. “We’re tired of the shitty finger traps, Keith!” one of them had nearly spat up at him.

“Not my fault that your little baby fingers are too small for the trap to do the trapping. No prize refunds.” that of course ended with a cherry slurpee getting thrown at Keith’s ‘75 Hyundai Pony and Teddi secretly trading out the finger traps for three lightup yo-yos.

Now they had closed up shop for the night, and Keith had headed home to give his car a hose off. Usually Teddi didn’t mind closing out the Palace Arcade. Ever since Keith had promoted her to assistant manager about a month ago, Teddi would stay behind about an hour after all of the kids had gone home and clean up for the next day. It was an excuse to stay away from home a little bit longer, and an extra five bucks in her pocket.

But for some reason tonight she was filled with dread, and it seemed like she couldn’t sweep the floors fast enough. Maybe it was because she watched too many horror movies. This cold November night felt like it was straight out one of those slasher movies she loved so much. “Yeah, like Leatherface is roaming around Hawkins looking for teens to kill,” she muttered to herself. The idea was silly. Imagining some killer hiding behind one of the games waiting until her back was turned so he could strike when she least expected it.

Still, Teddi couldn’t help but throw a quick glance over her shoulder and out the front windows and into the empty parking lot. Just to make sure. Her van sat alone under one of the street lamps waiting for her, but other than that there wasn’t a single person or car in sight. It was almost like everyone had just vanished and she was the only person left in town. Teddi shook her shoulders to try and get rid of the goosebumps that were forming on her arms and tried to hum along to the music she had playing over the radio.

The feeling had nearly gone away. She was crouched down, singing along to the Romantics and sweeping the pile of dirt, dust and other miscellaneous things that seemed to fall off all the kids that came in for the day when the radio cut out. The voices sounded garbled at first, like the signal had been lost suddenly, before the music turned into total static. The lights overhead whired and flashed, and the screens of the game consoles popped and crackled before they all went black. Suddenly the only thing she could hear was how heavily she was breathing.

“What the fuck?” Teddi jolted upright, gripping onto the broom and ready to use it as a makeshift weapon. But before masked killer could come running out with a knife, or before Teddi could even fully comprehend what was even happening, the radio’s signal cleared, the lights came back on and the arcade came right back to life. Teddi blinked. Maybe the rest of the cleaning could wait until tomorrow. Keith wouldn’t care. He might just tease her a little for being such a scaredy cat. Which was rich coming from him, but she could handle it. Teddi didn’t bother to pretend to be calm. She rushed around the prize counter, stashing the broom and dustpan aside and grabbed for her keys so she could open unlock the break room door. There was a knock at the front door. Teddi screamed.

She whirled around, her hand on her chest to try and steady her heart, and glared at the front door. Billy Hargrove was on the other side, grinning wildly. Teddi and Billy had been best friends since they met in swim class at the Hawkins public pool when they were six. They were the best swimmers in the class and Billy thought Teddi was cool because she was the only kid in class aside from himself that wasn’t afraid to jump off the high diving board. After that they were pretty much attached at the hip.

Billy had been Teddi’s first...everything. Her first kiss. The first guy she had sex with. Her first love. They had hit puberty and the pair basically used each other a trial run for everything and anything. “What, I’m gonna humiliate myself in front of Cheryl Burns because I’m shit at kissing? I don’t care if I humiliate myself in front of you.” Billy had said before they’d shared their first kiss. Romantic, right? Now Teddi was trapped in this friends with benefits sort of situation with a guy she was way, way too afraid to confess her real feelings to.

Teddi rolled her eyes at Billy. She stomped over, unlocking the door and swinging it open. “A little jumpy are we?” he asked with a laugh before strolling inside. Teddi locked the door behind him and glared at her friend. Billy shoved his hands into the pockets of his denim jacket and leaned up against Dragon’s Lair. He watched her with an amused expression. “What are you so freaked out about, Larsson?”

Teddi ignored the question and walked past him, heading once again for the break room. Billy followed after her. “What are you doing here?” she asked. She unlocked the door and Billy held it open for her while she grabbed her bag out of her locker.

“I came to give you a ride home.” he shrugged.

Teddi shot him a look. “Uh huh. That’s sweet, but I drove myself,” she said, pointing outside to her van. Billy’s Camaro was parked next to it. She couldn’t believe that she had been so freaked out by the power going out that she hadn’t heard the engine when he pulled in. She eyed the Camaro and noticed that it was empty. “Where’s Max?”

Billy rolled his eyes. “Off with her dork friends playing their dork games,” he said with a short laugh. “She rode her bike over to the Wheeler’s.” usually Max and her friends spent Sundays over at Mike Wheeler’s playing Dungeons and Dragons. Teddi babysat for the Wheelers pretty often and usually found herself playing through a campaign with them. It was why they all preferred her to babysit over Billy. And she never let him forget that.

“Did you notice anything weird on your way here?” she tried to sound as casual as possible. But of course Billy could see right through it. He fell into step beside her, the pair making their way through the arcade as Teddi shut everything off for the night. Teddi felt the goosebumps returning once they were out in the parking lot. She told herself it was just the cold air.

Billy smirked over at her, swinging his keys around his finger. “You gettin’ paranoid on me again, Teddi Bear?” he asked. He blamed her wild imagination for all of the times she’d get like this. She read so many of those fantasy books, watched too many movies with monsters, and read too many comics. Her brain was always coming up with the wildest and worst scenarios.

Teddi let out a soft huff. “I just have a bad feeling.”

Billy raised an eyebrow. “Heebie jeebies or the willies?” Teddi opened her mouth to scold him for teasing her, but he held his hands up to stop her. “Alright, alright. I’m done. Look, how ‘bout I give you a ride home and we can come pick up your van tomorrow after school?” Teddi barely even thought it over. She hurried over to the passengers side of the Camaro and slid inside as soon as Billy unlocked it. Billy almost made a joke about how quickly she buckled her seatbelt and locked her own door, but decided against it.

They took off down the street in a comfortable silence. Well, it was for Billy. Teddi couldn’t seem to sit still. Her leg was bouncing wildly and her fingers were drumming against her bare legs. Billy reached over and placed a hand on her knee. “Hey, he said lowly. “You okay?” Teddi didn’t answer right away. Billy rolled down her window a little in hopes that the fresh air might help.

“I don’t know.,” she finally said with a loud, tired sigh. “I freaked myself out is all. I kept thinking about serial killers and then the power went out…” she laughed a little and shook her head. “It sounds really stupid when I say it out loud. I’ll be fine.” she waved his concern away. Billy didn’t move his hand. As the Camaro blurred past the woods, the kids called it Mirkwood, Teddi heard a horrible screech coming from deep inside the forest. It didn’t sound human. It didn’t sound like anything Teddi had ever heard before. Horror movies included. The goosebumps were back.

Teddi looked over at Billy to confirm she hadn’t been imagining things. Billy shifted uncomfortably. “...It’s probably just an animal. Maybe a coyote got a deer or something.” but he quickly rolled the window up and flicked on the radio. They didn’t hear the sound again. Billy soon pulled into Teddi’s driveway and she let out a sigh of relief. The lights inside were off. Her parents cars were both in the driveway. Thank god for small favors, Teddi thought.

She realized they’d been sitting there for awhile and she hadn’t moved yet. She unbuckled her seatbelt and smiled weakly over at Billy. She felt embarrassed about being so freaked out. “...Thanks for the ride.” she said finally.

Billy smirked over at her, and she knew he was holding in some dirty comment. “No problem...you know, if you want I can always come in with you. Make sure there aren’t any monsters in your room…” The way he was looking at her, casually stretched out in the driver’s seat with that dangerous glint in his eyes almost made Teddi want to take him up on his offer. She could probably use the company, and fooling around with Billy for a few hours wouldn’t be the worst thing.

Instead she scrunched up her nose and shook her head. “It’s a school night, perv.” she teased.

Billy groaned and sunk in his seat. “Fiiine. I’ll see you tomorrow, Good Girl.” he sighed. Teddi was grateful it was dark and that he couldn’t see how flushed her cheeks probably were. She mumbled a goodnight and quickly went inside. Once the door was shut behind her she heard the rumble of the Camaro’s engine as Billy pulled out of the driveway.

Teddi crept downstairs to her room. Her parents had turned the basement into a bedroom for her when they’d moved in over ten years ago. The house had four bedrooms total, but her mother had claimed two of them to be turned into a giant closet/dressing room and her father had claimed the third for an upstairs study. She had been more than fine with it. It was an excuse to stay away from them and she had her own bathroom. Plus, eventually she would learn that it made sneaking out a little too easy.

She made quick work of taking off her makeup and changing into her pajamas. It was a little childish, but when she flicked her bathroom light off she rushed across the room and dove into bed like she had when she was little. Like if she didn’t hurry and get into bed some monster would crawl out from under the bed and grab her ankles. Teddi pulled the blankets up to her neck and immediately regretted turning Billy down. She thought of that horrible screech she heard in the woods. Her mind started trying to imagine what sort of creature that the sound belonged to.

Teddi groaned. If she kept this up she would never get any sleep. “It’s just a coyote,” Teddi told herself, repeating Billy’s words. “You’re freaking out over nothing.” and of course she was. This was Hawkins, Indiana she was talking about. There wasn’t anything going bump in the night. No monsters. She thought of her father who was sound asleep upstairs and Neil Hargrove. Well, maybe that wasn’t true.

Eventually she fell asleep peacefully, dreaming of her father and Neil trapped out in the woods with whatever creature had made that horrible noise.

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“Wittle Stevie boy is in woooooove,” Carol taunted as she and Tommy H practically cackled. They’d been at this for the entirety of lunch. Steve had already ditched them once that morning to go meet Nancy in the girl’s bathroom and the two hyenas wouldn’t let it go. Steve, Teddi and Billy were all annoyed. They’d gotten a good laugh at first. They always did whenever they’d rag on each other. But Tommy and Carol definitely didn’t know when to quit. “Steve and Nancy, sittin’ in a tree!”

Billy rolled his eyes, blowing out a cloud of smoke before handing his cigarette over to Teddi. They were both leaned up against the side of the Camaro as they tried their best to ignore the peanut gallery.

“Come on, Steve. We’re all friends here. You can tell us. What the hell do you see in that prude? ‘Cause you can’t tell me she’s putting out.” Tommy said, throwing his arm around Carol’s shoulders.

Billy can’t help but chuckle at that, smirking over at Steve. “Oh, I can probably think of a reason he’s so interested.” Teddi let out a scoff, handing the smoke back over to Billy. Steve’s lips twitched into a grin and he rolled his eyes playfully at his best friend.

Teddi hated the way they talked about Nancy. She didn’t really know which was worse; when they talked shit about her behind her back, or when they teased and tormented her to her face. She guessed it was a good thing that Nancy never let it get to her no matter what they came up with. Ignoring Tommy and Carol was definitely the best way to deal with them. Teddi and Nancy weren’t really friends per say. She knew her through school and from babysitting Mike. But she was always nice to Teddi. And she liked to think if the roles were reversed Nancy would stick up for her.

“Leave him alone guys,” Teddi said, pretending to sound stern. “Maybe Steve just wants to date someone nice for once.” she offered.

“Thank you, Teddi. She’s very nice.” Steve smiled, his mind clearly drifting to thoughts of Nancy. Teddi thought it was sweet. She briefly wondered if Billy ever looked that way when he spoke about her. Not likely, she thought with a sigh.

Carol let out a loud snort and she and Tommy fell back into a fit of laughter. “Nice?” she asked. “Steve doesn’t like nice. He likes easy. And Nancy wheeler is the complete opposite of easy.” it was to the point where Steve wasn’t able to find the humor in the situation anymore. It wasn’t often that Teddi saw Steve truly annoyed, but she did notice that Tommy and Carol were usually the reason for it happening.

“Maybe he’s looking for a challenge this time,” Tommy offered. “Maybe he’s getting bored, eh, Steve?” he snickered.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Tommy. I’ll see you guys later.” Teddi offered an apologetic smile while Billy lifted his hand in a short wave.

“Gotta go find Nancy?” Tommy asked. Carol started making kissing noises. “See ya later, Lover Boy! Give her a kiss for me!” he called after Steve. Steve threw a middle finger over his shoulder, the pair only laughing louder.

Teddi felt like she had a headache coming on. She almost wished she could find some sort of excuse to get Billy away from them and enjoy what was left of their lunch in peace. Tommy and Carol were joking around with each other now, so thankfully it was easier for her to tune them out. She let out a slow breath of smoke as she surveyed the parking lot around them. She could see the middle school from where she was. She and Billy usually waited there for Max after school whenever she needed a ride home.

There were two cop cars parked out in the front of the school. A patrol car and Chief Hopper’s Blazer. That paranoid feeling from the night before was back. She nudged Billy’s side with her elbow and nodded over to the other school. “Cops.” was all she said.

Billy didn’t say anything. But she could see the flash of worry in his eyes. Tommy quickly broke the silence. “Whoa! What do ya think happened?” he and Carol moved closer to the fence that separated the two parking lots.

It couldn’t have been anything too bad. There hadn’t been any news travelling the halls at school. Nothing on the morning announcements. Maybe some kids just got into a fight or something and the cops were there to scare them straight.

“You know, Johnathan Byers wasn’t here today,” Tommy said with a nearly evil looking grin. “Maybe he finally snapped and offed his whole family. Hop’s here to break the news to the principle.” Teddi felt a chill up her spine at the way Tommy and Carol laughed at the suggestion.

Teddi knew that there wasn’t a chance of that happening. Johnathan was a good guy. Just quiet. Still, this whole thing was starting to make the goosebumps come back.

“Tommy, will you shut the fuck up?” Billy asked in a tired tone. “Do you gotta be so fuckin’ morbid all of the time?” he glared over at his friend. Tommy only grinned and shrugged. Teddi stepped on what was left of the cigarette and excused herself. She didn’t give Billy time to say anything or follow after her. It was like that for the rest of the day. Teddi hid within herself and wondered why the cops were over at the middle school. And why Johnathan was absent.

When it was time for Billy to give her a ride back to the arcade, he decided to try and ease her worries. “Hey, Max. We saw Hopper was over at your school. What happened? Henderson finally take my suggestion and kick those little assholes in the balls?”

Max had been uncharacteristically quiet since getting into the Camaro. It definitely didn’t make Billy feel any better. She shifted around in the backseat, her eyes trained down at her shoes. Teddi frowned and turned to face her. “Max? Is everything okay?”

“...Will didn’t come home last night. His mom said he never made it back from Mike’s. They can’t find him anywhere.” an almost sickening silence filled the car. Teddi felt her stomach drop. She thought she might get sick. She turned back in her seat, staring hard down at the dashboard.

Billy’s eyes flickered between the two girls. His fingers tightened around the steering wheel. He almost wanted to blame Tommy for making that stupid joke at lunch. Like somehow it was his fault that Teddi and Max were so upset. “...It’s only been a few hours,” he finally said. “Maybe...maybe he tried to take a short cut and he got lost. They’ll find him. No problem.” he didn’t really believe that. That sort of thing never happened except for maybe in those stupid lifetime movies that Susan liked to watch. He felt a wave of nausea roll over him as he imagined what might have happened to the Byers kid.

The girls were silent for the rest of the ride to the arcade. Billy noticed that Max was trying to hide the fact that she was crying. He didn’t say anything. Teddi face had nearly turned white. She was just staring straight out at the road. She barely blinked. He knew that on some level she had probably found a way to blame herself. That bad feeling she had last night had been a sign and she had ignored it. Like somehow she was supposed to just know that Will Byers had been in trouble. Just like the night before, Billy reached over and placed his hand on her knee. She didn’t move.

When they made it to the Palace Arcade’s parking lot, Teddi wordlessly got out of the Camaro. “I’ll be back, Max,” Billy muttered, following Teddi over to the driver’s side of her van. “Hey, hey. Are you okay?” he took her by the elbow and turned her to face him. “You’re freaking me out, Larsson.”

Teddi looked up at Billy’s nervous expression. She smiled a little. “Are you saying you’re worried about me, Billy?”

Billy let out a relieved breath through his nose and grinned down at her. “...If I say yes does that mean you’ll let me come over tonight?” he wasn’t very good at this. Talking. Comforting. More often than not he just ended up hitting on her and hoping for the best.

Teddi was quiet for a moment, and Billy was almost worried that he had upset her. “...Come over at ten. My parents will be asleep by then. Just park down the street so they don’t see your car, okay?” Billy nodded.

He watched Teddi drive off before getting back in the Camaro. Max crawled into the front seat and roughly rubbed at her eyes with the sleeves of her hoodie. Billy didn’t look directly at her. He drummed his fingers nervously against the steering wheel. “...You wanna get ice cream or something?”

Max nodded, smiling a little. “Ice cream sounds good.”

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