#im so soft for billy trying to be a good dad

[wandaslovey]

𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗, 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢

➺ step mommy!wanda x innocent!fem reader

wc ~ 2.8k

a/n: the people have spoken! the poll i posted was incredibly close between mommy!wanda w/ readers first time being with a woman and mommy!wanda corruption kink. i decided to just go ahead and combine the two. enjoy!

a/n: so i actually hate this buuut i figured i would post it anyways. any feedback is welcome, just please be nice :)) (im fragile🥹)

*not proofread*

cw: unspecified age gap, stepcest, mommy!kink, corruption kink, somnophilia, cunnilingus (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), mild humiliation (sorta?)

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you were cuddled up in wanda’s arms as you lie on your side, facing the television with some old disney movie playing. she had her arm draped around your torso, holding your body back against hers. you had fallen asleep a little while ago, your breathing slow and even.

it was your last week of being home for summer semester before you had to go back to school. you had debated going back home for break, and not even because you had to face your notoriously neglectful father, but because you had to face your step mother—wanda. it had been a few years now that she had married your father. it was a marriage strictly out of convenience and stability. she had her twin boys to raise and wanted a father figure for them to look up to. what she didn’t expect was to inherit you. her beautiful, precious, innocent step-daughter. you were 18 at the time and a senior in high school. she easily took your under her wing and loved you just as much as she did her own children. her love for you started out innocent, but soon morphed into her own perversion. she loved how perfectly innocent you were—even as the years went by. the way your dressed, spoke and acted all seemed to drive her fantasies into an even more perverted corner.

she would often lay awake at night, touching herself to the thought of you. your soft, small hands squeezing and caressing her breasts. your full, pouty lips pressed against hers or better yet.. wrapped around one of her nipples. she knew you were inexperienced and that only drove her more insane. one of her favorite fantasies was having you in her lap, your little skirt bunched up at your waist as she had her wand vibrator pressed up against your cloth-covered pussy. she would try different settings, taking in your little gasps and whimpers as she takes note of just how sensitive you are.

“oh, does that feel good, baby?”

“mm, mommy loves watching you squirm like this in her lap.”

she would watch in real time as your panties become soaking wet, the material almost see through by the time she was done.

now you.. you were completely and utterly enthralled with wanda. she was so beautiful, elegant and seemed to perform every thing she did with grace. even down to the smallest domestic actions, you found yourself squirming in your seat as she went about doing the tasks. growing up, you never had much sexual interest in boys or girls. once your step-mother came into your life, boy, did that change. you found yourself instantly attracted to her femininity, her kindness, but mostly her nurturing disposition. having a narcissistic biological mother meant you lacked one of the most important female relationships in your life.

you craved her attention. since you were attending a local college, that allowed you to travel home often. you didn’t ever go back to see your dad (of course) but to see her. and if you were being honest, you did love billy and tommy as well. they were the greatest little siblings you could have ever hoped for.

each time you went back to visit, your fantasies and thoughts about wanda became progressively more explicit. it started with her holding you, gently stroking your hair as you were cuddled up. however, you knew your feelings were getting stronger when one day you were passing her bedroom and found the door open a crack. she was dressing into her night clothes and you caught a glimpse of her naked back. you couldn’t walk away even if you wanted to. you stood there gawking as she dressed, seeing more of her bare skin than ever before. there was a growing, slightly foreign ache between your legs as you watched her. you pressed your thighs together, mouth slightly agape as you stared at the sight before you.

from then on, anytime you were home you would make it a point to try and sneak a peak of her nakedness whenever you knew she might be showering or changing. in bed at nighttime, your mind ran wild with so many fantasies. you were innocent, but not clueless. you would imagine her perfectly manicured hands sliding down your bare torso, her fingers dipping into the hem of your sleep shorts. then after teasing you a bit, her pulling them off your legs. she would be slow, soft and gentle with her touches. her voice (which you could listen to all day) murmuring sweet praises as she drew small, tight circles around your clit. her kissing and marking your neck. you would proudly wear her love bites.

her gasping with you as she inserts her fingers into your virginal pussy for the first time…

as the movie played on the screen, wanda found herself unable to focus on the scene unfolding before her. instead, she was watching you—your chest rising and falling steadily. she propped herself up, peeking down at your face to make sure your eyes were closed. her libido was burning hot. your body held firmly against hers was enough to get her mind running a mile a minute. you sigh softly in your sleep, wiggling your ass further against her front. wanda smiles to herself, finding the image of you sleeping so soundly in her arms just adorable. but what would be even more adorable? hearing your little whimpers and moans as she touches you. she had never touched you in a non-innocent way before and honestly—she was tired of being good. she wanted her way with you, and tonight she was going to have it.

she began slowly tracing her fingertips up and down your arm, goosebumps rising in their wake. your skin was so soft under her touch. her hand slid to your torso, her fingers slipping under your shirt and running up your waist. she stopped when her fingertips felt the fabric of your bra. she shifted herself carefully so she was propped up on one arm, her body hovering above yours. her free hand now traced slowly up your knee, her fingers on a sinful journey to your soft, milky inner thighs. she gently squeezed the squishiest part, wanting to do that since she saw a glimpse of them whenever you wore your bikini’s at the pool. your legs parted for her and she smiled at your body’s natural instinct to open up for her.

her fingers teased the edges of your panties and she noticed there was already a small wet patch on the material. oh you were a needy girl, weren’t you.

she quickly became desperate to see more of you, but she didn’t want you to wake—yet. she gently pulled your shirt down, the material bunching just past the middle part of your bra. she then leaned down, pressing slow, wet kisses along the tops of your breasts. her tongue snaked out, dipping behind the material and grazing over your nipple. you shifted slightly, a small whine sounding past your lips. wanda paused her movements briefly, glancing up at your face to make sure you were still asleep. once she was satisfied you weren’t going to open your eyes, her fingers resumed their teasing of your inner thighs and panty lines. she dragged her tongue across your chest to your other breast, this time swiping her tongue more firmly over your pert nipple. the hand that was teasing the seam of your panties finally slid past the material, seeking your now inexplicably wet heat. her finger dragged down your slit, gathering the wetness at your entrance and then swirling it up around your clit. you began to stir slightly, your hips gently rolling up into her ministrations.

she kept you on the edge of unconsciousness, being careful not to rouse her little girl prematurely. once she thought you were sufficiently worked up, she maneuvered herself until she was laying between your legs. she gently lifted one of your legs so it bended for her, your unconscious body seeming to assist her as you rest your foot flat on the couch, your leg leaning to the side for better access to your core. she leaned down, her eyes intent on your face as she didn’t want to miss a single reaction. her warm tongue drew a line up your panty-covered slit. your body twitched at the sensation, a small hum in the back of your throat. she repeated the action, gliding her tongue up and down a few times before she needed the offending garment off your body.

her hands caressed up your thighs before grabbing onto your panties and sliding them off of you. she was mindful to take them all the way off, tucking them away in her pocket for later. returning to her previous engagement, she watched your brow furrow slightly, a small gasp leaving your lips as her tongue parted your wet folds. she hummed softly at the flavor of you and fought the urge to delve in right there.

wanting to see those pretty eyes of yours now that her head was between your legs, she licked a firmer stripe up your slit, her hands squeezing your hips. you began to stir again, a feeling of confusion washed over you as you realize there was something hot and wet against your core. you gasped, suddenly awake all at once as you look down and see your step-mother with her head between your legs, her tongue swirling all over your heat. “w-wanda?” you panted out, confused. while you had hoped for something like this to happen, you didn’t think it actually would.

“hmm, hi sweet girl,” she murmured into your pussy, her eyes gleaming with wicked intent as she looked up a you. her tongue expertly explored your folds and you couldn’t help but whimper softly, the sight before you almost overwhelming.

“what’re you doing?” you whimpered. your hips gently rolling into her face at their own accord.

“shhh, baby. let mommy have her fun, hmm? i promise you’ll like it.” you didn’t really need much further encouragement, so you let her proceed without further protest.

“that’s it, huh? were you hoping i would do this to you? were you hoping mommy would finally cave and eat her little girl’s pussy?”

you moaned, her words only making your head more cloudy. she chuckled and you could feel the vibrations reverberate through your core.

you were getting lost in the sensations when she suddenly stopped. “tell me,” she insisted, her eyes were intent on your face as if searching for the truth.

“y-yes mommy..” you whimpered, feeling embarrassed to have to admit this to your step mother. “yes what, baby?” you squirmed under her scrutiny, not wanting to reveal your naughty fantasies out loud. with your hesitation, she decided to tease you further, her finger coming up and circling your entrance. she teased your opening, dipping just the tip of her finger in and out. you whined, her ministrations pleasant but not enough. “please,” you whined. she persisted with her teasing motions, careful not to give you too much stimulation. “tell me the truth milaya moya..i want to hear your say it.” you swallowed back some of your nerves, your fuzzy mind making it harder to want to hide the truth from her. “i’ve wanted you to touch me like this for so long, mommy..” your voice was breathless, your body became more desperate as her fingers continued teasing you.

“have you? what a naughty girl.. and here i was thinking you were a sweet, innocent little thing.” she cooed, her touch becoming more pleasurable as she rewarded your honesty by drawing firm circles around your clit. you moaned, your eyes slid shut wanting to savor every sensation she was pulling from your body.

“ah ah ah, open your eyes. watch mommy.” her voice was gentle yet commanding; you had no choice but to obey. you opened your eyes and find that where her eyes were once green, they were now almost black with desire. “have you ever stuck your fingers inside here before?” her finger gently prodded at your opening, you body wiggling at the sensation.

“o-once..” while the experience wasn’t entirely unpleasant, you didn’t understand why girls would pleasure themselves that way. it just didn’t feel that good to you. “and you didn’t like it?” she gently probed, the hand that wasn’t teasing your entrance caressing the outside of your thigh.

you shook your head, opting to remain silent to answer her question. “that’s perfectly normal, baby. you know what though? i’ll bet mommy can find that special spot inside of you. will you let me try?” truthfully, she was going to try it regardless of what you said. she knew she would be able to find that sweet, spongy spot to curl her fingers against, drawing white hot pleasure from you. you nodded your head slowly, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth nervously.

with how wet you were, wanda was sure two of her fingers could easily slip inside. she watched you as your eyes were locked in on her hand that was between your legs. when she slipped her two fingers inside your hole, you gasped. there was a slight pressure from the stretch but you found it only added to the pleasure you felt. her face contorted with yours and she mimicked your facial expression, wholly invested in your pleasure as if it were her own.

her fingers moved slowly at first, but soon after picked up the pace. you threw your head back, your eyes shutting once again.

“open your eyes, pretty girl. look at me.” you whimpered, reluctantly opening your eyes again to look into hers. she chose that moment then to curl her fingers up against that spongy spot inside you. your mouth formed an “o,” your brows pulling together as you whined, the feeling surprising you. she quickly picked up the pace, her fingers curling and rubbing up against your g spot with fervor. “that’s it baby. you feel that? you feel mommy inside of you?” you moaned and bucked your hips into her hand, feeling her thumb start to circle your clit.

you felt the pressure building in your lower abdomen, your heart starting to pound in your chest as you get closer to your climax. one of your hands clutched onto her wrist of the hand that was pumping in and out of your wet hole.

“mommy! gonna cum!” your body was writhing and shaking under her touch. you finally become unraveled as she leans down and wraps her lips around your clit, suckling the bundle of nerves into her mouth. the moan you let out was downright pornographic as she helps you ride out your high; her fingers slowing and her tongue giving you little kitten licks until you were fully back down to earth.

you chest rose and fell heavily as you tried to catch your breath. wanda crawled up your body, her legs on either side of your hips as she gently rested her upper body atop of yours. she brushed some stray hairs behind your ear, taking note of your adorably flushed cheeks. your eyes were closed as you gathered yourself and when they peeked open to look at hers, they were met with a sea of green. a small smile was tugging on the corners of her lips.

“hi,” you whispered quietly, your eyes slightly hooded as your orgasm only made you feel sleepy again. “hi, baby love,” she smiled at you, her eyes crinkling and her nose scrunching. you give her back a small smile of your own, your brain and body feeling fuzzy and light. “mmm i feel like jello, mommy.” she chuckled gently at your chosen word to describe how you feel. “yeah?” she leaned in and began peppering light kisses all over your face, relishing in your cuteness. you giggled softly, wrapping your arms around her neck to keep her there. she scooted over, maneuvering herself so she was lying next to you with your body pulled close against hers.

you two lie there in silence for several minutes, just enjoying each others company. “wanda?” you questioned, your voice soft and a little hesitant. “hmmm?”

“how long have you wanted to do that to me?”

wanda smiled to herself which you didn’t see with your face tucked under into her neck.

“a long time.” she said simply.

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

Hiii! Can I get the 18th of the list with Billy Knight? NSFW. One where as they're at it, Billy disassociates for a second and it's because he's thinking about how he hasn't had an episode ever since he has been with her and he's thinking about having a baby. She noticed and when she asked him what was wrong, he was reluctant to say it but did it, and they both started trying. (Breeding kink at its finest)

Billy!! My love. Of course. im sorry this too so long.

Prompt 18: "looks like you're going on the naughty list"

YOU MAKE ME HAPPY

Pairings: Billy Knight! x fem! Summary: ^^^ Warnings: mentions of smut. (p in v) babies, breeding kink

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the squeak of bed frame underneath you echo in the room as Billy's small grunts and whimpers fill your ears.

one hand by your head to lift him up, although he's still practically laying on top of you, all his weight pressing on your frame underneath him as he rocks in and out of you.

he's usually a gentle lover. but sometimes he could get worked up in the moment of pleasure, him feeling so good that he would pick up the pace, not that you complained.

but with his neck stuffed in your neck as he thrusted, your soft moans in his ear makes him feel so comfortable against you, which gets him thinking

with your eyes closed, you whined at the slowing of his movemets, coming to a stop

you frowned and opened your eyes, finding him deep in thought above you as he leaned up, making you confused

"a-are you ok? I didn't feel you cum, baby, are you alright?" you asked him softly, leaning up on your elbows

he looked at you, a slight frown on his face as he blushed.

"I can go top if you can't do anymore"

he shook his head "no- It's fine"

"What's on your mind then, honey?" you reached out a hand, grazing your fingers against his knee, tracing delicate shapes to his skin as you waited for his response

"Well I-" he stops for a second, not knowing if he should tell you, but the way you look laying down, naked, makes him want to picture you with a perfect little baby bump attached to your belly, oh how you'd look so beautiful carrying his child, it's a major step, he knows, but all he wants i a little baby to hold that looked like the perfect mix of him and you.

a cute little button nose with big eyes. you'd be an amzing mother, and he's sure he'd make a fine dad.

and he guesses it's just the holidays that's gotten him in this family feeling, seeing all these matching pj sets for a family,

he never got to have that, not with his family, but he's noticed that he's been doing it with you, so why not make the full set and bring a baby to the mix, right?

you've already done so much for him, right in this moment he's realised that when he met you, he hasn't had a single episode, if you don't count the one where he met you-

he was crying, curled in a ball, harsly rubbing and scratching at his face, leaning against a wall of a store.

in any other circumstances, you would have thought it was just someone on drugs and stayed clear of them, but the blood shining from the street light made you concerned. so you approached him. after some yelling on his end, you ended up helping him. and he's never had another one since.

he's 2 years free of all that terror after getting some help from you, and how how he loves you for it.

"I want to... I think I want a- baby" he stammered, scared of your reaction

"a baby?" you tilted your head, eyes widened at his words in surprise

"I just- I love you. so much, and you make me happy. you're the only person I want to spend my life with so why not? just imaine a little us running around" he blushed, fidgeting. he'll never not be fidgety, but you don't mind

you cleared your throat "I mean- shouldn't we be married first?"

"We can get married" he nods his head vigorously

"Bil- honey.." you sigh, deep in thought

"why not? I know I want to marry you, so why not start our family. so what if we're a little early, a lot of people have kids before marraige" he shrugged

he looked so vulnerable in this moment, so cute and happy, his big eyes full of hope as he looks at you excitedly

a few strands of his hair fall to his face and you catch it, tucking it behind his ear as he shuffles forward, laying above you, propped up his knee and hand he's placed by your right side, going face to face with you

"I guess you're right...I wouldn't rather spend my life with anyone else. but- I mean, are you sure?" you asked him, trying to come up with a bad idea not to have a baby, but none come to mind.

"only if you want to" he mumbled, his thumb grazing your bare side, sending shivers over your body

"I don't see why we can't try" you smile up at him, seeing the joy light up in his eyes

"you make me so happy" he beams, leaving soft kisses over your cheeks.

"you make me happy too, honey" you stroke his cheek, planting a kiss to his soft lips "so happy"

"so you wanna try?" he said happily

you nod "lets try for a baby"

he leaves a trail of kisses down your jaw and neck, sucking on you soft skin of your breasts, he leaned up and rolled off the condom, throwing it in the bin by your nightstand before positioning himself

"a-are you sure?" he made sure you wanted this after he positioned to your aching core.

"I'm sure, Billy" you nodded

he mumbled a quick 'okay' before pushing into you

his thrusts are slow, trying to pick up where he left off as he stares at your belly, picturing a baby bump so cute it almost makes him melt, but instead it gives him the confidence he needs, picking up his pace as he placing a hand to your inner thigh, giving it a good squeeze, knowing you want this too makes him feel so happy

your moans and whines encourage him just enough for him to start speaking

he's never been the best at dirty talk, he's always been too awkward, not knowing what to say. you've never told him that though, mostly because you find it cute, but because he's just too precious to upset.

and you know that he'll think of it as you think he's not good enough as pleasing you, when that certainly isn't true

so when he whimpers in your ear, the perfect sound of a gutterual grunt and a high-pitched moan, the soft words of "so beautiful, you'd look even prettier carrying my baby" you grew a little surpirsed.

it wasn't anything special, but nothing he's said before

you snaked your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, wrapping your legs around his hips as you grinded yours with his thrusts

"is that what you want? f'me to fill you up so good you'll have my babies inside you? you want that?" he grunted.

you panted, nodding your head as your eyes closed shut, the feeling of him hitting all the right places sending a wave of pleasure through the course of your body.

you moaned his name with a stutter as you felt him go deeper, his thrusts growing harder and faster- probably more than he's ever gone without you having to ask

you roll your eyes back, liking the way he's finally found a little confidence in himself.

he reaches his hand out, rubbing over your thigh and up to your tummy, pressing a little weight on it "you want a baby in here, don't you? that's right, let me hear how bad you want it"

you hold the back of his head, gripping on his hair, not enough to caue pain because you couldn't bring yourself to do that.

you squeaked as he placed a trail of wet kisses along the length of your neck, licking and sucking harshly, leaving the prettiest of marks on you

"I- I want it.. please.. Billy oh. please!" you cried out, the squelching sounds of him almost poundin into you filled your ears as the bed creaking under your weight ringing i the room

"Thats right. beg for it. beg for my kids, Baby. just like that" he breathed into your neck, his hand going up to cup your breast, giving it a delicious squeeze before grunting in your ear

when you don't respond he tuts

"looks like you're going on the naughty list, Honey, i said beg for it"

"please! Billy. I-I'm sorry. I want your kids.. g- give me all- of- them!" you whined out, feeling the rugged and harsh pumps of his hard sock slamming into you, completely blinded by his pleasure and want to start a family

"that's it, keep begging for me to fill you up" he grunts

"Billy- I- I'm gonna- fill me up, please! I'm gonna-"

"cum for me, Honey.. I'm so close" he mumbled

his thrusts become sloppy and desperate as you feel the knot tighten in your stomach and you let a delicious orgasm wash over you

Billy can feel his own climax on the edge as you moan his name so nicely. Making his cock twitch in pleasure as he slows his movements, focusing on the feeling of your slick folds swallowing his dick whole.

"'M gonna fill you up, that what you want?" He asked

You whine, feeling your aching pussy become overstimulated as he keeps thrusting into you

"Gonna fill you up, honey. I'm so close. I'm gonna cum for you, honey.. you're so good f'me, gonna have to tell Santa to put you on the nice list"

You pant out a giggle and hear his groans and whines get closer together and more aspirated, signiling that he's close

All he does is need to picture you eith a pregnant belly, knowing it's his baby inside you to push him over the edge. Moaning your name as you feel his hot seed fill your inner walls white

You hum at the sensation, not having felt him raw inside you before.

He pants as he pulls out of you, flopping by your side as he catches your breath

"I didn't hurt you, did I? I was a but rough. I'm sorry" he swallowed thickly, showing his sensitive and compassionate side once again, the man you love showing himself

You rolled into your side and brushed a strand of hair out of his face

"It didnt hurt, honey, I liked it..." you smiled, watching him look at you softly, he turned to face you, snaking an arm around your waist

He snuggled into you. Mumbling sweet nothings

"I love you"

You yawn "I love you more, baby.."

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[thelovelylolly]

hi there :) i loved your latest Billy fic, it nearly brought tears to my eyes. could you please do a fluff alphabet with Billy ? Thank you 🤍 keep writing, you're so good at this !!!

Fluff Alphabet w/ Billy Hargrove

A/N: aw thank you so much love! i hope you enjoy <3 (also this isn't proofread bc im tired, what else is new lol)

A: Affection (how does he show affection/is he good at it)

He mainly shows it through physical touch or little acts of service. He's not very vocal about his love, he much rather show it. He loves to hold your hand or have an arm around you at all times.

B: Beauty (what does he think makes his s/o beautiful)

While physical looks are a huge part of his attraction towards you, he really loves your personality. He loves the little quirks about you, little things that only come out later on in your relationship. It's almost like he's the only person who knows about those things, and it makes him feel so special.

C: Comfort (how he comforts his s/o after a rough day)

He'd take you out for a drive. He'd let you pick the music to blast from the speakers in the car and let you roll the windows down. He loves to hear you scream the lyrics to your favorite songs and if he knows the song, he'd sing a long, too :)

D: Dreams (what does his dream future with his s/o look like)

He wants a home and kids, but he's terrified he'd become just like his father. He knows if he pursues the family life with you, you would never let him become like his dad, but it's still a fear he'll always have.

E: Equal (is he more dominant or soft in the relationship)

It's Billy, even ooc, he's the dominant one. He doesn't see himself as superior to you in anyway, he just knows what he wants and he's gonna get it, y'know? Your happy to let him take the wheel in the relationship, but you both know that you'd take it back if needed.

F: Fight (how would a typical fight go and how easily would he forgive his s/o)

At the beginning of your relationship, Billy would pick fights over stupid things. You fought back, putting him in his place of course, until the fighting became too much and you sat down with him to talk things out. After that, the fights nearly stop, only happening over serious things.

G: Gratitude (is he grateful for all his s/o does/has done for him)

He's so grateful for you. You helped him cope with the abuse he'd gone through, you were patient with him as he unlearned toxic habits he had because of his dad, you were an angel to him and he will always be grateful for you.

H: Honest (how honest is he to his s/o)

He's pretty honest with you. He only hid and lied about things to you at the start of your relationship, but once his walls come down, he doesn't have anything to hide. He mainly stopped hiding and lying to you because he never wanted to lose you over it.

I: Inspiration (did his s/o inspired him to become a better person)

Yes, 100%. Like before, you helped him cope with the abuse he had gone through. You helped him work on himself to become a better person, a person he would've never become without you.

J: Jealousy (does he get jealous)

Yes, yes, yes. Did I mention yes? He's so scared of losing you that if another guy tries to make a move on you, Billy is by your side in a second to scare the guy away. He knows you wouldn't leave him, but he can never too safe.

K: Kiss (where does he kiss his s/o, where does his s/o kiss him)

He loves to kiss you anywhere, but especially on your lips. While he's kiss other girls on the lips, you were different. Every time he kisses your lips, sparks fly like he's kissing you for the first time again and again. Your favorite place to kiss him is the top of his head. He loves wrapping his arms around you when your standing in front of him while he's sitting, so you would press soft kisses to the top of his head. Just gentle intimacy :)

L: Little ones (how is he with kids)

Not good AT ALL. Unless they're his, he does not like kids. He'd try to put up with other people's kids if your babysitting them or something, but he doesn't like taking care of kids that aren't his. If they are his, he's one of the best dad's out there.

M: Marriage (does he want to get married)

Yes, but I feel like he doesn't want a traditional wedding. If you want one, he'd be down, but I think he'd prefer a courthouse wedding with a small reception with your closest friends afterwords. He doesn't see the point of dropping thousands of dollars on one day, but like I said, if you want a traditional wedding day, he'd be happy with it.

N: Nicknames (what nicknames does he have for his s/o and vice versa)

His go-to pet names are 'babe', 'baby', and 'sweetheart'. He isn't good at making personal nicknames, so he just sticks with the simple pet names. You do the same, usually calling him 'babe' or 'handsome'.

O: On cloud nine (what's he like when he's in love)

When he's in truly and deeply in love, his playboy personality disappears. He's a gentleman and a sweetheart, making sure you know he loves you. At first, he doesn't say it a lot, but after a few months, he'll be saying "I love you" every chance he gets.

P: PDA (is he okay with pda)

He loves PDA. He loves having an arm around you or his fingers intertwined with yours. It's mainly because he wants to tell the world your his s/o and he wants to show you off.

Q: Quirk (a trait of his that makes him a great partner)

When he loves, he loves hard. He's kissing you, cuddling you, hugging you, doing things for you. You name it, he does it. He puts his whole heart into his relationship with you because he adores you and you treat him better than anyone else does.

R: Romance (how romantic is he)

He's romantic, but not in a cheesy way. He does the dinners and flowers, but not only on special days like Valentine's day. He also gets you little gifts no matter the occasion. You spotted something you wanted but didn't end up getting? It's on your bed a few days later with a sweet, short note from Billy.

S: Security (how protective is he)

Jealous AND protective. If he gets a bad vibe from someone, he's immediately finding a reason to get you out of the situation. He'd put himself between you and danger if it ever comes down to it. He puts you before him in a dangerous or uneasy situation.

T: Thrill (does he like new things in the relationship or does he like routine)

He loves adventure, so he likes to try new things. Mainly new date locations and activities to keep things fresh. I have a feeling he wouldn't like going back to the same place over and over again (unless it's your favorite restaurant or date location).

U: Ugly (what are some of his bad traits and does he know about them)

His temper. It's gotten better because you pointed it out to him, but it used to be so much worse. He used to have such a short temper that your arguments would be over stupid little things. It was because that was how he defended himself from his dad, so that's how he reacted whenever he felt threatened or criticize. Luckily, you helped him out and now he's much better.

V: Value (is his relationship his main priority)

YES!!! Billy is head over heels in love with you, of course you and your relationship is his priority! You're basically his entire world <3

W: Wild Card

He likes to be the little spoon when you two cuddle. With your arms around him, it's a reminder that you're there with him and you love him enough to cuddle with him. It's a comfort thing, and you don't mind it at all.

X: XOXO (how often does he kiss, hug, and cuddle with you)

Any chance he gets. He loves his arms around you and his lips on yours. If you need some distance, he'll respect that of course, but physical touch is definitely one of his love languages.

Y: Yuck (something he doesn't like)

Too much complaining. He understands complaining about your day or a person neither of you like, but he doesn't like it when you or anyone is constantly complaining like they're impossible to please.

Z: Zzz (how is he when he sleeps)

Since your relationship started and you two started to sleep in the same bed, he sleeps like a baby. He snores a little bit and tosses, too, but you two are always touching one way or another while you two sleep. After a while, Billy couldn't fall asleep without you with him.

[yikesharringrove]

I think a lot about Steve and Billy becoming foster parents.

I think about them, mid-thirties, welcoming two kids into their home. A brother and a sister. A fifteen year old boy, and a two year old girl.

And clearly, they’ve been through some shit.

The baby is easy. She’s shy at first, and clings to her brother for the first few weeks, but she warms up easily to Steve and Billy. (Especially when Billy sneaks her cookies and Steve is always down for a little snuggle.

It’s the boy who is hard to crack.

He’s been in and out of foster situations his entire life. If it weren’t for his sister, and the fact that his social worker was actually doing a good job of not splitting them up, he feels like he’d be in his on. Our in a boys’ home.

But he’s seen foster parents that seem kind, but have some ulterior motive. Or call the social worker when they can’t handle his trauma.

So he pushes back.

The first day he’s at Steve and Billy’s, he throws a plate at the wall.

He doesn’t miss the way Billy has a white knuckled grip on the kitchen counter, or the way he leaves the room the second it looks like Steve’s got it under control.

And he assumes, that Billy was trying to hold himself back from smacking him. That he left to call social services.

He doesn’t bother to unpack.

But the next day, no one comes to take him away.

In fact, he startled awake to a soft tap on his bedroom door, and a voice telling him that breakfast is ready, please come downstairs when you’re ready.

He doesn’t. He doesn’t go downstairs all day.

And every few hours there’s a knock and a voice telling him to come down for some food.

He only leaves when the voice tells him that his sister keeps asking for him.

And there’s a plate of food for him in the microwave, and Steve gives Billy a knowing look before taking his sister off to bed.

He knew it was a fucking rouse.

And he wolfs down his meal, expecting Billy to tell him they’ve spoken with the agency, and they’re keeping his sister but kicking him to the curb.

“I need to tell you that you’re not going anywhere. No matter how much you push against us, we promised to care for you. You’re staying here.”

“Is that a threat?”

Billy smiled.

“Nah. It’s just true. You would never leave your sister anywhere without you.”

“Yeah? How the fuck do you know?”

And he wanted that stupid smile to fall off Billy’s face. But it didn’t.

“Because I was you. It didn’t matter how often my dad beat the shit outta me. I stayed there to make sure he never did it to my sister. We’d never, ever, do anything to hurt either of you, but you’ve been hurt too many times to trust that yet. So what you can do, is stop acting out. You don’t have to let us in. You don’t have to start calling us your dads and shit, but please. Accept that we want you here. That we want to take care of you.”

And he’s fucking stunned, because this is not at all what he thought this conversation was gonna be.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I assume the worst.”

“That’s okay. You’ve been through a lot. We won’t push, and like I said. You don’t have to let us in, but we’re here for you.”

He sniffed, and Billy’s hands flexed on the table, like he wanted to reach out and touch him.

“I thought you were gonna tear me a new one about last night. I thought you were gonna send me back.”

“No. I mean, Im not exactly excited about the glass I had to clean up. And your sister was scared shitless, she’s been freaked out all day, make sure you go see her before bed. But, I understand. I know what it’s like to feel like everyone will give up on you, so you might as well push them away. And I’m sorry I left. To be honest, the plate thing, it really freaked me out.”

And that made sense, because of what Billy told him about his own father.

He’s been on the receiving end of a broken dish before, too.

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay. I mean, Please, never do it again, but your anger and your fear is totally okay. I can help you cope. I’ve been in more therapy than you could even dream.”

And billy kind of had a spark in his eye, one that said it’s really okay.

I just think it’s be neat.

[shelbgrey]

Next to me(Emmett Cullen)

Chapter 3: new school year

Table of contents

“First day of school, time to get up” i said gently waking Owen up. He groaned and rolled over on his stomach. “I don't want to go to school” he said as the pillow muffled his voice.

“Get up buddy, chop, chop!” I said as I started flickering the lights. Owen squinted his eyes and sighed. “Okay, im up…im up”

I smiled and dashed into my room to get changed. I didn’t do anything too special, just some ripped jeans and an Elvis shirt then my leather jacket. After I looked presentable for society I jogged down stairs where the other two were. Bella was quietly eating an apple and Owen was sitting on the counter eating lucky charms straight from the box.

“Good morning guys, where’s Charlie?” I asked.

“char-Dad already left for work” Bella stuttered. I nodded, grabbing a cereal bar and putting it in my pocket.

“So..you want a ride to school? We have to drop Owen off first but-”

“N-no thanks…um Billy and Jacob Black got me a truck” she said trying not to sound rude. I nodded at her slowly thinking she’s a lot stranger than I remembered.

“ain't she a pleasure in the morning” Owen said eating a hand full of just lucky charm marshmallows. I rolled my eyes and shoved my text books in my bag. “we should probably get going” Owen threw his backpack over his shoulder and quickly grabbed the box of cereal before heading for my impala.

“Okay then…see ya at school then” I yelled out to Bella as we walked out the door.

“she's not very talkative, is she?” Owen chuckled as he clicked his seatbelt in.

“just let her get used to us again” I mumbled as we started our trip to our schools.

Owen went to the middle school on the reservation with Seth Clearwater so it was a little ways away from Forks High, but I didn't mind.

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“you must be the new girl” a voice said as I shut my locker making me jump. “umm y-yeah I'm Y/n” I looked at the boy he was taller than me with dark hair. He looked friendly but I wasn't sure.

“hay I'm Eric... Hay isn't there supposed to be another one of you?” he asked

I looked around the halls as I adjusted my backpack strap. "yeah, my cousin isabella, I don't know where she is” I wanted to avoid her at all costs this year. She wasn't all that bad but I felt like I should get through my last two years of school by myself.

“well I'm the eyes and ears of this school.. Help you out any way I can” he said with a big smile. I looked around slightly overwhelmed by his kindness. It was nice that he didn't look at me with pitty and he didn't feel forced to be nice to me.

“come on Eric give the girl some breathing room” another male voice said. I looked up and smiled at the familiar dark skin and chocolate brown eyes. I immediately passed Eric and gave Tyler a big hug.

“hay Ty” I smiled at my old friend.

“good to see ya kid” the three of us continued down the hallway. I would be lying if I said in didn't like the two guy's company. Eric on my left than Tyler on my right the three of us just talked. We found out we had most of our classes together and I was lucky enough to get a locker next to Tyler.

“so it looks like you have Geometry first" Tyler said reading my schedule as I grabbed the essential things for my classes. “that sucks, I don't have that class”

He handed me back my schedule. “but we have English together next hour” he smiled. I nodded adjusting my books in my arms.

“alright, well I'll see you guys later” I wayed good bye to the two boys and headed the opposite direction. I travled down the crowed hallway and read each door trying to find English-3. I wondered a little longer then made a sharp turn which lead me to coiled with something that felt rock solid. I fell on my butt as my books scadered.

“oh, I'm sorry” I soft voice mumbled as he helped me gather all my books. I stood up first and saw a boy about my age with reddish-brown hair and golden eyes. His eyes were kind and soft but his face was brooding and hard.

As he stood up the reached smell of vampire engulfed my senses. I wanted to scrunch my nose or cover... Something but I didn't want to be rude. From his expression my smell didn't exactly appeal to him either.

He looked down at the book he grabed. “this is amazing... You got a great eye” he said looking at my sketch book.

“thanks...” he softly smiled and hand me the sketch book. “umm... You know where Geometry 2 is?”

The Boy nodded and motioned for me to follow. “I'm y/n Swan by the way”

“Edward Cullen, pleasure to meet you...” he nodded.

"he seems nice... I hope he doesn't care I'm Shifter"

Edward chuckled. “no I don't particularly care at the moment” he said. I raised an eye brow at him wondering where that came from. I'm pretty sure I just thought it.

“and I think your nice too” he said opening the door to our class. I nodded thinking this Vampire was a total nut job.

As we walked in a younger teacher looked up and smiled. He was a bit small for his age and had platinum blonde hair. “good morning, you must be Y/n Swan, right? I'm Mr. Booth”

I nodded and shyly smiled. “I am... Nice to meet you” he smiled back as I set down in the back with Edward. I looked over at Edward and felt content and I didn't know why. He was a simple guy and he seemed like someone I could be friends with.

“thanks for showing me around... You didn't half too” I mumbled softly knowing he could hear me loud and clear. Edward shrugged and took out one of his note books.

“I know about the treaty... If you don't want to hang around me I understand” I mumbled as I watched Mr. Booth scribble a equation on the white board.

“you don't live on the reservation... And as long as we're not on each other's lands I don't particularly care if you hang around me or not” he said back.

I nodded feeling like he was forced to say that. And I particularly didn't want a friend that was just there when we're in a classroom. And what we are or what part of the supernatural spectrum we're on shouldn't justify who we hang around or like.

I didn't saying to him the rest of the class and when the bell rang I didn't waist anytime exiting the class room to meet up with Tyler and Eric so we could go to English-3

[beezoobledoodles]

Big Brother Is Here (Chapter 4 B.I.A AU)

papyrus sighed softly, getting sans off to school was an incredulous task all on its own, trying to get him to eat, to put his shoes on, his coat- to even get him out the door on time- it was rather weird- especially since sans did the opposite- whenever he took him out- he never screamed- or cried- or made a fuss...well....sometimes..

but trying to get him to be on time for school was just- a harboring task- papyrus sighed softly as he sat him down "now- head to class dont be late.." he watched as the little skeleton toddles toward his classroom.

-

glancing around the house- it was a mess- not as bad as it could be. papyrus took to cleaning the house the entire afternoon.he felt a presence behind him, the room seemingly getting darker- a soft cyan light emitting.

The taller skeleton turned, he stared infront of him "...d-...dad?" his eyelights stared dead ahead "dad?!" he covered his mouth, dropping the mop in hand. he slowly reached a hand out, to feel, to touch- or just something- his hand fell though. the apparition disappeared, leaving nothing behind but a small cloud of cyan dust, tears welled up in his eyes. 

he stood there for a few good long minutes. the phone rang, buzzing in his skull, he shook softly, shaking his head to clear it of any stray thoughts as he walked into the kitchen to pick the phone off the reciever "hello? the great papyrus speaking!!' he spoke boisterously, wiping away his remaining tears from his eyes.

"to whom am i speaking?" he asked, the voice on the other end was a feminine voice, he recognized it as sans' teacher "ah! yes! Mrs Mulberry! hello! what can i do for-" he was cut off, as he listened, his brow furrowed, confusion laying on its face "yes-" he nodded "yes of course, ill- i'll come by immediantly-" he pulled the phone back on the reciever as he grabbed his coat and scarf, pushing on his boots and heading off toward hotland.

he huffed softly, he'd have to ask undyne for more training- running out of breath made no use for someone training to be in the royal guard.

Papyrus stepped foot into the building as he looked around, the blue and green tiles of the floor, leading down the various halls and corridors all in a nice, soft pattern. he opened the door to the principles office. The receptionist sat behind her desk and gave him a knowing nod as she jabbed her thumb in the direction of the office.

He opened the smaller room door- to be met with sans, who seemed to be curled in on his chair, holding his backpack, a rather angry deer monster, sitting next to her son."i'm sorry im a little late, the ferry was rather slow today and the elevator was-" "oh hush!" the deer woman spat harshly, papyrus was taken aback.

the principal sighed "well, you're here now- lets just begin" he said, the door opening again as sans' teacher, mrs mulberry sat down in between the four.

papyrus watched "so what happened?" he asked, giving a worried glance toward sans, who shy'd away behind his bag, turning his face away-

"your demon spawn of a brother hurt my lil billy! he- BIT him!" she yelled, bawling her fist, pointing an angry finger at the small skeleto, papyrus gasped, almost offened she would even say such a thing "how! sans is just a baby bones! he cant even talk! let alone bite!" that made his little brother recoil, further into his chair.

"well, i dont know how, but all i know is when i went to pick up my son, he claimed a skeleton child had bit him! and there's only ONE. in his class!" she glared harshly, papyrus glared even angrier, "if i may interject?" mrs mulberry started "i dont want to make your claim go unheard but...thats not exactly what happened" she pointed out "we we're in the middle of snack time, sans didnt have a lunch so i saw your little billy give him part of his- he was sharing as it seemed- i dont know where the whole biting thing came from!" she finished.

papyrus gently patted sans on the head-

-

the meeting droned on and on- mainly just yelling, papyrus was allowed to take sans home "i'm sorry about that sans" he held the little skeletons hand gently as they headed to the elevator, papyrus smiled as he pressed the button "why dont we visit muffet today? hm?? get some nice hot spider cider? and a donut?" he smiled softly as he adjusted his coat.

"papywus..." was all that echoed in the elevator-

papyrus stopped, everything in his body became stiff, he turned toward the little babybones "w-what?" "im.....sowwy...fow......biting.....i didn...mean...tu" sans, the little monster he knew, to never utter a single word- actually SAID A WORD!! he lifted the little skeleton into his arms "You actually said a word! a few words! AUGHH! SANS! IM SO PROUD OF YOU!!" the the little skeleton covered his skull, papyrus sat him back on his feet "sorry about that- its just- you said your first technical word!" he couldn't help contain his joy, it was overwhelming- he took a few breaths to calm himself as he sighed "anyway- it's quiet alright brother" sans shook his head, "you didnt mean to right? atleast you apologized" he gently kissed his skull, the elevator doors opened to spider junction of hotland. sans let out a tiny squeal, papyrus picked him up "hey its okay sansy, just spiders, they cant hurt you!, besides their muffets" he gently pet his skull as he walked over.

Muffet sighed softly as she held her teacup in her hand, she paused at the sight of the larger skeleton and his little brother. "papyruss!" she waved excitedly "hello ms muffet! how are you?" the spider baker let out a sigh "business is slow...as usual....." she shook her head, the taller smiled as he sat a small bag of gold "here you are muffet! one hot cup of spider cider and  two doughnuts please!" muffet nodded happily as she handed papyrus a cup of cider "with extra honey! i made sure it was sugar free"

"oh you spoil me!" papyrus chuckled as he took a sip, sans made grabby hands for a tiny taste "oh alright a very tiny sip!" sans nodded as he took a tiny sip, going back to his donut.

"i just have one more stop before he can head home okay??" he looked at sans as the little skeleton nodded "okay" the taller smiled as he waved a friendly goodbye to muffet.

[kingofno-whereville]

I was on my way home from my grandma’s and I passed a bar that was like. right next to a daycare, they literally shared a driveway, and not only is that fucking hilarious but it also got me thinking about a harringrove au?

Y’know like a freshly 21 year old Billy gets drunk at a party and has a one night stand with a girl just because he needed to fuck something but it’s the late 80′s, he’s still gotta be careful about the whole gay thing. Next thing he knew, the girl dropped the baby on him a year later and dipped. So he needed to find a job. And finding babysitters is really hard but there’s a daycare that takes babies. What do you know, it’s next to bar, and they’re hiring. It’s a lucky strike for Billy. 

He wants to be the best dad he could be because his daughter deserves that much. She’s not even a year but he already feels for her. Absent mom and all. But he refused to let her have the shitty dad too. Anyway. First day he brings her in. Sunshine Palace Daycare. The place really screamed small town daycare. It was quiet, a couple of kids sitting at a little table eating snacks. It was only 7:30 so most kids probably wouldn’t be there for another 15 minutes. 

“Hello?” He was expecting maybe some blond hair, blue eyed girl in a floral dress, because that’s his preconceived image of daycare babysitter. Instead he got this:

The most gorgeous man he’d ever seen with big brown eyes and pretty brown hair to go with them in a pink apron trying to carry a stack of boxes. He watched him carefully set them down at a counter and brush the dust off his hands.

“Hi, can I help you?” Billy felt like his brain was short circuiting.

“Uhm-I-yeah. I’m Billy, I called?” To be fair a woman had answered the phone. 

“Oh, right! This is Poppy then?” He just liked the name. Refused to name her something generic, which made him glad her mom hadn’t named her.

“This is her.” He smiled and set her carrier down to take her out. She was still sleeping from the car ride, which was only 10 minutes from his apartment. She never stays awake in the car, he learned.

“I’m Steve by the way.” He shook his hand. No wedding ring. Steve held his hands out. “Can I hold her?”

“Yeah of course.” He’s wary of strangers around his baby but 

1) Steve’s hot. How could he not trust such a pretty face?

2) Steve’s her babysitter so he has to suck it up and deal with the idea of him and anyone else working there holding his baby.

He watched him closely while he held her. He liked how carefully he held her. Made him feel safe leaving her, even if he was right next door. 

“She’s pretty like her daddy.” Fuck. Billy used to be so goddamn smooth but he couldn’t even think of an equally flirty line to throw back.

“Thank you.” 

“I’m sure you’ve gotta get off to work. Poppy’s in really good hands though.” He looked at his watch. It had been almost 15 minutes but felt like 5. 

“I work at the bar right by here so call if anything happens. Sometimes she won’t eat unless she’s sitting up and I left her extra formula in the front pocket of her diaper bag-”

“I’m guessing this is your first time being away from her?” He nodded, looking at the ground in embarrassment. “She’ll be okay. She won’t even leave my sight.” Billy handed him the diaper bag and kissed Poppy’s head. 

“I’ll be back at 4:30.”

“She’ll see you then!” Steve waved as Billy walked off. He waved and left before he could panic and just call in sick.

-

He would bring Poppy in at 7:30 every morning to have those few extra minutes to chat with Steve before work. He learned that Steve was single and also possibly into men. He likes to paint. He wanted to be a teacher but was working at the daycare until he got the money for school. He has the prettiest laugh.

After 3 months of early morning chats he started bringing Steve a coffee from the place across the street from his apartment. Steve likes the sugary flavored stuff with whip cream and cinnamon, which seemed completely fitting. He was pretty sure he was in love with him. 

It was a breezy September morning, 6 months after he started bringing Poppy to Sunshine Palace. She was almost a year old. He was sitting at the counter in the little kitchen with Steve, sharing their usual coffee. 

“Sorry if this is...uncomfortable or anything but would you maybe wanna get dinner sometime?” Billy felt his heart skid to a halt inside of him.

“Like..a date-”

“It doesn’t have to be a date.” He could see panic in his eyes. He’s gotten good at reading his emotions.

“What if I want it to be?”

“Then it can be.” It made his stomach warm to see the smile return to Steve’s face. “Are you free tomorrow? Robin could watch Poppy for you.” Robin was the girl who worked at the daycare with Steve. Billy had a momentary scare when he met her, mistaking her for Steve’s girlfriend. Turns out she’s “pretty fucking gay” in her words.

“That could work.”

- 

The date went so well it lead to 2 more dates. Steve celebrated Poppy’s birthday with him. And then they went on 3 more dates. They celebrated Steve’s birthday and Poppy called Steve daddy. Billy felt like dying but Steve loved it. They went on a handful more dates before they decided to move in together. 

(and yes, Steve ended up going to school to be a teacher.) 

[scarlettsandmaroons]

she is midnight rain | n. romanoff

about me | series masterlist | natasha romanoff masterlist

pairing: professor!natasha romanoff x collegestudent!reader

chapter one | chapter two: she doesn't think of me

chapter summary: you just learned that your soon-to-be professor is straight up terrible. and in an attempt to drop out of her class, you instead became the target of her humiliation. you just knew you will hate her as she will you.

warnings: evident mommy issues (not really into depth)

a/n: im very excited to write this series (that's a lie, i'm only excited about the smutty parts, the beginning, not so much). will be trying to post an update every other day ꒰ ⸝⸝ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷⸝⸝꒱

for all your years in high school, and the very few months you had before college, you didn't have a plan. you didn't know where you wanted to go. you didn't know what you wanted to take. there were too many choices. or maybe there's barely any. you just couldn't choose for yourself, you couldn't decide.

when you don't have a mother or in your case, when you have a mother who chose her boyfriend over you, you don't really have anyone telling you what to do, where to go. and maybe some people would love the same freedom that you had, but with that freedom was misguidance. you had nobody to help you choose, nobody to guide you, to teach you, to tell you what's best for you. you have to decide all that.

but when nobody told you what was best, what was the standard for best, how could you possibly have known. how could a child understand what was best for her when she was taught nothing about the sort.

you didn't know what you wanted, and your best judgement told you to trust in your friend and follow billy maximoff. he was your bestfriend. your other half. the only person you can confide in. you knew that you had to study where he would. you couldn't possibly survive on your own. you needed him to guide you. to tell you what to do. to protect you.

"you're in mrs. romanoff's class."

you were snapped out of your thoughts. you've been staring at the field the entire time. at the massive open field between the campus and the gate. you didn't know how long you've been here, for a moment, you didn't even remember billy being in front of you holding your class schedule.

"y/n, yoo-hoo. are you okay?" billy waved a hand in front of you. "what are you thinking?"

you sighed, "i can't believe i'm in college now and i still don't know what to do." you said, looking over billy's shoulder and getting once again lost in your own head. "how am i going to survive..."

"well, i'll survive." he said proudly, earning back your attention. you almost scowled at him for being a show-off. but he smiled at you. a soft reassuring smile. "i'll survive for the both of us." he said.

your heart fluttered a little. you didn't have a mom. or a dad. or siblings. but you had a family. you had billy.

"i know what i'm going to be. i have a plan. and while you don't have any for yourself, i'll carry you." he says.

you looked at your watch. freshman orientation is in a few, and seeing your attention on the clock sent billy the hint that you both should get going. nevertheless, your conversation didn't end as you both walked into the campus.

"how will you carry me?" you mused, not returning the same sentiment he sent you as you simply humored his words.

he held the straps of his bagpack. "mmmm..." he started thinking, "i'll get a job as soon as we graduate. you can stay with me and my parents until i get my own place which i'd be glad to share with you." he says. "that way, you can finally move out from your mum's house."

"that's... very free-loader of me." you chuckled, visualizing the life you'd share with your friend.

"well, you're my free-loader." he looks at you all giddy. "that's what friends do, right?"

you sighed, "yeah."

billy never had a good relationship with his twin brother, tommy. tommy decided to stay with his father after their parents got a divorce. billy on the other hand, stayed with his mother as she remarried.

you've never met mrs. maximoff's new husband. in fact, it's been a really long time since you'd seen billy's mom. the last time you saw her, she had some sort of a 50s haircut. from what your bestfriend tells you, she went through quite a few hair phases from a shoulder length side part to a long-haired rebonded look. at some point, you know she went crazy and got a full head of tight blonde curls. that was her, "going through a hard time with my husband so i must do something so incredibly different with my hair" hair. she went back to the normal big curls, fluffy airburn hair after she remarried though.

that's how close you were with billy. you were his sister, almost. you knew everything about him. even about his mother's haircuts half of which you're sad you weren't around to see.

"mr. stark's coming by for the orientation, did you know that?"

you looked at billy. "the rich guy who owns stark industries?"

"yeah. he's a friend of my moms and dad's."

"no way?!" you all but gasped. you did coo in shock a bit, looking at him with widened eyes. "damn, it must be nice to be connected to him." you say, your mind going on to imagine what your life would be if you were as rich as him. or even connected to him. then you wouldn't have to think about all the important decisions you need to make.

"he's connected to a lot of the professors here." billy mentions. "mr. rogers, mr. banner, mr. barton. but he's closest to mrs. romanoff. they're best friends." he looks at his watch. "i think he's here for the engineering department though. he's funding them lots."

"mrs. romanoff?" you ask, complete disregarding his following statement.

"he's the reason why mrs. romanoff met my parents." he says.

"i'm in her class right?"

you haven't taken a look at your timetable yet because billy has held onto it since it was given to you. eyeing all the names of your professors and giving you some kind of commentary about them. he knows a lot about them. mrs. maximoff used to be a professor here, and for the entirety of high school, billy frequented this very campus.

"yeah." he scoffed. "good luck."

"why? is she mean?"

"terribly." he says. "she's nice, but as your professor? she'll eat you alive."

you were in two of mrs. romanoff's classes, unfortunately for you. you had her in english literature, and business economics. and until classes had officially begun two days after your orientation, stories of how horrible she is; from how she failed more than half of the total students she's had in her lifetime, to how much she enjoys either suspending, or expelling her students over the littlest inconveniences became the center of all your conversations with billy. for someone who knows a lot about her, you wish he had gotten her instead of you. now the dreading fear of seeing her live up to your horrible expectations of her with you is just crippling.

"i'm dropping out of mrs. romanoff's classes." you blurt out during billy's long monologue of the stories he's heard about the professor.

he looked at you, "no! i didn't mean to scare you." he almost laughs. "she's actually really nice!"

you shot him a sharp glare. if he dares to defend mrs. romanoff after all the stories he's told, then he's better off shutting his mouth.

"yeah, no. too late."

there was a part of you that tugged at the idea of actually doing it. if there were something that stopped you, you would so give into it and drop it. you simply needed to know that you wanted to do—that you can do something about it so you can lie yourself into thinking that you have, this new life of yours, under control. and you were lucky enough to just serve into that purpose as you were unlucky enough to have stumbled upon a wooden door that had mrs. romanoff's name spelled out in gold letters.

natasha romanoff.

billy has been talking this entire time, explaining to you how mrs. romanoff could've been better than what he initially led you to believe. you've been taking mental notes but you haven't really been paying attention, so you only got, "she's the best professor here. constantly commended by the dean himself" and "her class is the hardest to get into. only the best of the best can get into it—"

you heard nothing further as you started fixating on how there was absolutely no way of telling if she was in as the massive window deemed useless with the blinds covering it. despite your efforts in trying to take even the smallest peak inside, no luck.

you can turn away. but you're here now. besides, not knowing whether or not she's in isn't really an inconvenience worth turning away from.

perseverance glinted your eyes. you weren't giving up. you put a hand on the handle, "y/n, no, she—", and you went in without hearing out billy, or even giving the chance for anyone to let you in.

you have to transfer out of her class before you have to go in it. as uncomfortable as this might be, it's this, or a whole year or more worth of wishing you got out when you could.

inside was a woman sitting at the desk just a few steps away from you. it was a relatively average sized room. it wasn't too small. not too cramped. but it wasn't too big either. not too empty. the walls of either sides were bookshelves. the back wall, a massive window overlooking the entire front of the school.

the woman lifted her head to see you, and immediately, you were taken aback by her... beauty. the features that are of the ordinary, but on its entirety, with all of it combined, created this image of the goddess sitting in front of you.

you melted. you pictured her to be an old woman, but now you see why everyone was so intimated by her. her simple gaze, and unmoving disinterest of your presence made you feel so small. to have such a gorgeous woman look at you like you didn't matter, exactly the way that she did you, is so intimidating. so belittling. yet, you were enamored. you were captured by her. she was just simply mesmerizing. satisfying.

she had red hair. massive curls that cascaded down her shoulders as if so intricately placed to look so neat and clean. she had a side part, though, it was barely noticeable as the part was a lot closer to the center than it should be for a side part. her eyes were so brightly... emerald. despite of the shadows created by the light behind her, it stayed so vibrant. like a gem. she had such a beautifully molded nose. and red lips. you wanted nothing else but to stare at her forever.

"i suggest you start saying something now, before this intrusion of yours becomes the reason why your time here ends."

her voice sent chills down your spine. you felt goosebumps. all the hair in your body rose. her voice was so terribly cold. she was composed, and calm. and had not a care in the world, especially you. the way she delivered it with such disinterest, almost in a condescending way made you feel so small. it gave you all the more reason to drop out.

she was looking up at you. her chin was resting at the back of her hand where she had a pen between her fingers.

she made your heart race in fear.

"i'm in your class." you take a deep breath. "i'd like to drop out."

you see the end of her lip twitch almost in amusement when her eyes dropped to the papers on her desk. she fixed her posture and started fixing the mess she had laid out. she did it so painfully slow as if you weren't there. but when she stood up, placing both of her hands on her desk, you knew she wasn't trying to torture you. the way the end of her lip raised into the slightest grin made you realize she was having her fun with you. like one of the students she'd amuse herself with first, embarrass, torture, belittle, before kicking out. almost like you were a toy. one of the many for her.

you gulped.

"tell me, miss y/f/n y/l/n. why do you want to drop out?" she asks, slowly going around her desk before she gestured to a chair in front of it—not to offer you a seat, but to require you to do as she wants, and sit down. "you haven't even seen me in class yet. i doubt you even had the chance to attend your very first class which you will soon miss if you continue to—waste, my, time."

you gulped again. something about the way she stares at you while she walks to the small table by the bookshelf where she had a few glasses and whiskey made your throat dry.

"i heard stories."

"i assure you, miss y/l/n," you flinched a bit when her glass hits the surface of her desk, later followed by her body dropping to her seat in the most elegant way. "whatever you heard is true."

goosebumps again. not good goosebumps. "please let me leave because i want to cry" goosebumps. her eyes were piercing through you, you can't imagine moving. to even relax your shoulder and somehow offending her with the slight movement is such horror for you.

she took a sip from her drink. before letting the glass hang barely by her fingertips as she leans closer to you, her chin resting once again on the back of her hand.

"how old are you?" she asks.

"i just turned 18." you answer quickly as if it would disappoint her if you waited a beat.

"what is something worth knowing about a y/f/n y/l/n?" you didn't notice the way your name rolled off her tongue. you didn't notice she knew your name this entire time. she said it with such grace. never had your name sounded so foreign. so new. so beautiful.

something about her was pulling you in. sucking you into her. and you weren't sure if it was the fear of getting kicked out, or just because of her sheer charms that made you blurt out every thinkable thing about you.

"i'm 18. i just turned 18." you started, taking a deep breath in and calming yourself down when you realized how quick you were talking. "i can't drive for the life of me. i hate milk. i'm plainly unhealthy. i don't drink vitamins. or eat an average amount of nutrients and meals in general. i'm nocturnal, i can't fall asleep at night. i love juice, soda, everything but water. i have a complicated relationship with my hair. i..." the realization stunned you. the realization that you were sitting in the office of who you heard was the strictest professor in this very university, telling her about the most absurd, uninteresting things about you, when you might just be on the very verge of getting kicked out of your bestfriend's dream university.

you calmed yourself down. you tried to rid yourself of the panic you resorted to burying deep deep down, you fixed your posture, cleared your throat, and in the most modulated voice that you can harness within yourself, you said, "i am ambitious, strong, independent—" that's a lie. "bright, optimistic, and persistent. and i really want to have the opportunity to begin my year in this university—" hopefully not in your class. "because i know that i have the exact amount of wit, and dedication this school is looking for in a student." i don't want to be in your class. "if given the opportunity to... in a different class wherein i can flourish."

"well," she says as if impressed. you stood up when she did, giving her a hopeful expression like that's going to boost your chances of getting out of her class without suffering the grave consequences she's known to give.

she moved around the table again, this time, moving slowly towards you. step by step. closer each passing second. and when the two of you were finally faced to face with each other without the desk between you, her small smirk dropped. "no." she says in a way that showed you how amused she was of putting your efforts of coming in here to waste without sounding anywhere besides stern.

"what?"

"i said no."

"no, what?" at this point, you were in distress. but you tried your best to hide it. you weren't very successful though. your voice raised, though you all but shouted.

her left hand rested on the surface of her desk when she leaned her hip against it, tipping her head slightly to the side, "look, miss y/l/n, i did not just waste all this time getting to know you and your... habits, just for you to drop out of my class."

her tone was unkind. she was cold, and stern. and she wanted nothing but to get her way. your attempts gave her mere amusement. she didn't acknowledge you, or your request, she just wanted to see the way your face would contort in shock when she declines you after letting you think your efforts would get you anywhere.

"but, mrs. romanoff—"

"BUT...! miss y/l/n—" she didn't shout, but the way she said it, the way her voice raised. you wanted to crawl into a cave and cry. especially with the way her eyes lingered on a little too long on yours before she looked away and returned to her seat. "i could so easily penalize you for entering my office with no permission." her tone was mad. graceful, elegant. calm and collected. but mad. "i would have you suspended if i didn't appreciate your... attempt, to even come inside my office, to speak to me and look me straight in the eye requesting me for something... you're gutsy. you could've used that in my class instead."

you weren't going to win.

today, you realized, that mrs. romanoff will always have the power. and if you can't handle that, then you're better of leaving the school.

she's dreadful. she's dark. she's the storm that angers the seas. and the rain at midnight. she is going to potentially ruin your chances of succeeding in this university—in life, and you will... hate her as you are now definitely sure she will you.

"i'll see you later."

you did see her later. a blissful 2 hours without her was replaced by dread when the moment you sat on the very back of the lecture hall, she came in. everyone stood before her, as if it were highschool, and you just went with it. just a mere clack of her high heeled shoes had everyone on their feet, their hands on their chest as if she was a goddess to be worshiped.

"good morning, everyone."

nobody spoke, it was mere silence after a beat of her greeting in which she gestured everyone to sit. you hid behind a tall man. the lecture hall was packed. although, there were a few empty seats up front.

"i'd like to begin today with..." she didn't have much with her. she only had a clipboard which she places on her desk. she took quite a while adjusting. but when she did; when she was leaning back on her seat, her legs elegantly crossed, where her hands rested on her knee, she looked straight ahead. and for a moment, you thought you can feel her eyes boring through the people you're hiding behind of and staring at you. "i have absolutely zero tolerance for any of your bullshit." all the calmness of her tone before was replaced by a sheer sharpness. "you either do as i say, exactly as i say it, or you leave this classroom. better yet, this school. are we clear?" she was stern. and you were scared. "now," she says with an exhale. "you at the back," you froze. "are we clear with that?"

[dylanmunson]

pretty boy / eddie munson

chapter 1 / story /// masterlist word count : 1.2k

Luna mood board

It was the weekend before we go back to school, dad is at work and im sat trying to mentally prepare myself for the hell hole that is Hawkins High school. I pull my soft blonde hair into a messy bun on the top of my head before pulling on my converse, grabbing my roller skates and wondering over to the Mayfields trailer. 

Knocking on max's window and waiting for a few seconds before the red head opens it 'can i help?' she grins 'wanna go for a skate?' i grin holding up my boots, she chuckles before closing the window and coming out the front door with her board in hand. 

We walk down to the park Max is off skating while i put my boots on, watching the little red head flip off anyone in her way. I chuckle standing up and skating off, theres few other kids/teens here on this muggy sunday afternoon. We skate round for a little longer, slowing down my pace as Max is stood to the side talking some boys her age. 'hey kiddo whats up?' i skate up to her gripping her by the shoulders to stop myself. 

'nothing just theres losers trying to get me to play dnd with them' she smiles at me, 'ahhh the old dungeons and dragons' i grin sticking my tongue out. 'awh maxie are you sure you dont wanna play?' i grin teasing the girl. She rolls her eyes 'really?' she chuckles 'i dont wanna play that loser game' 'hey its not a loser game' i grin 'i mean' 'Maxine Mayfield, apologise to your friends for calling their game a loser game' i grin at her. She flips me the bird before skating off. I laugh as she goes off, before turning to the boys. 'thanks i guess' the curly haired one says rubbing his arm 'for?' i grin doing a little spin so i dont lose my balance and fall over. 'for not calling it a stupid loser game' the raven haired boy says, i grin 'but its not a stupid loser game' i raise a brow at the boys. 

'i used to play actually' i grin before turning my back to the boys 'wait what?' i smile at them over my shoulder before skating off. 'hey wait' one of them calls, i just chuckle and carry on skating, when someone pushes their skate board in front of me causing me to trip over my feet, i put my hands out in front of me to break my fall. 'shit' i groan rubbing my wrist, moving to sit on my bum. My knees all bloody and my wrist hurting like a mother fucker. 

'what happened?' Max says running over 'Max its time to go home come on' i groan at the voice 'billy you cant jus-' 'cant just what?' he grins at her, i stay sat on the floor holding my wrist. 'mhm?' he chuckles putting a cig in between his lips before lighting it. 'come on' he says before turning out, 'go its fine' i smile softly at the red head, she sighs picking up her board before following her older brother to his car. 'alright shows over' i groan, seeing a small crowd start to form. I pull myself up slowly, wobbling a little in the process. 'whoa easy' the curly haired boy from before says holding my arm, stopping me from tumbling onto my butt. 

'Dustin' he smiles holding onto my arm, helping me to the side so i can take my boots off. 'luna' i smile holding my hand out to him 'you kids not skating?' he just shakes his head 'we were just hoping max would wanna play' he chuckles, i nod groaning as i take my boots off 'you should probably get that checked' he says pointing to my wrist. 'ive had worse' i smile at him. 'but thank you' i smile at the curly haired boy in front of me. He nods 'i dont suppose you wanna join us for a game of dnd?' he chuckles taking his hat off and running a hand through his curls. 'look kid' i smile 'i bar--' 'henderson, there you are' 'steve?!' 'luna hi' he smiles. 

'You know?' 'yeah i kinda baby sit him and the other kids sometimes' he chuckles putting his arm around dustins shoulders, 'whoa hey, you good?' he chuckles looking at my knees, 'im fine' i sigh 'she isnt, she went down hard' dustin says looking up at the older boy, 'she hurt her wrist as well' he nods 'hey' steve moves closer to me taking my hand into his, i hiss in pain, he frowns down at me 'we should get that checked out' i shake my head 'like i told the kid, ive had worse' i shrug, pulling my arm away. 

'no, im not having it, come on' he says putting his arm around my shoulder and leading me away from the park. 

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I open my eyes adjusting to the light as steve drops me back home after the short hospital visit. My wrist now all bandaged up and no skating for at least a month. My knees also clean from any blood, but will definitely be bruised tomorrow. 'thanks i suppose' i smile at the older boy, 'its not a problem honestly, just cant believe it took so much convincing to get you to go' he chuckles, i bite my lip looking at my lap nodding my head. 'yeah well me and hospitals arent exactly friends steve' i shrug. 

Silence filling the air, he coughs 'i uh, i actually wanted to ask you' he starts looking at me 'steve i already told you, no' i chuckle, he laughs 'no not that' he grins 'i got that message loud and clear blue' he grins 'no i was gonna ask if youd keep an eye out for henderson and the others at school, they start freshmen year tomorrow' he chuckles, i nod my head 'ahh' i grin 'of course' i smile 'keep the bullies and weirdos away' i nod saluting him, 'you know what i mean luna' he chuckles 'besides your one of the weirdos' he grins 'im wounded Harrington' i say putting my hand over my heart grinning. 'loser' he chuckles 'i'll see you around steve' i smile getting out of the car, he nods 'see ya lu' 

I pull open the door and walk into the trailer, hearing his car set off down the trailer park, i sigh throwing myself onto the sofa 'hey dad' i grin as he walks out of the bathroom 'hey kiddo' he looks up at me 'what happened this time' he chuckles sitting himself next to me, i shrug and show him my arm 'some kid was being a jerk' i smile 'fell over was all' i mumble yawning. He nods 'you gotta be more careful lu' he smiles kissing my head, i nod 'i know but it wasnt my fault' i chuckle 'get some rest lu' he smiles 'youve got big day ahead of ya tomorrow' he chuckles, i groan 'yeah dont remind me' i grin before getting up and walking to my room 'night dad, love you' i smile 'love you to lu' he smiles. 

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[pinkdevile]

In defense of: steve harrington and billy hargrove.

the lawyer(me✨) shall begun:

first of all, thank you all for having me in this commom day where nothing except my boredom and good mood is above average. ill show the jury the proof that those two dudes who are not my clients but i like them are not bullies.

Steve Harrington: he's well off enough, hes 16 in the first season and a pretty nice boyfriend. he has asshole friends and so what? everybody has some of those. oh, he slut shames Nancy? He just saw his girlfriend in the room with a boy that he knows is from the circle of people she knows (being the older brother of mike's best friend that went missing, also he took pictures of nancy and steve in a intimate moment, wtf jonathan.) then he did something dumb. But honestly, he was quite level headed about this whole shit.

He called Jonathan a slur but so what? Literally so what? thats the 80s if you dont wanna hear about slurs then peace out. he helped clean that thing he vandalized that i forgot the name because English before he goes after Nancy and Jonathan to apologize, he choses to do the right thing over doing things out of guilt. Thats a fucking awesome thing.

His only crime is being to easy to have his ass handed. Let this man beat someone up.

Billy Hargrove: Yeah this dude is sucks (cock) but hey i like him. Everybody knows the shit he went through, shitty dad, shitty mom, sudden shittier step mom, annoying lil step sister. my dude is an angel for not having commited a felony by now. People accuse him of being racist because Lucas is black and he seems to hate the kid, i think is more because Lucas liked Max, and Max kinda has a soft spot for him in the S2 and Billy sees it. Hes not racist, hes a hater. Also, Max going missing is a shitty thing to do, then going missing and being found in a strangers house that everyone knows is from the zombie boy Will, brother of the creep Jonathan that takes compromising pictures of people in the bushes. Maybe he doesnt know the rumors, but damn if the house doesnt give him the heebejeebies, and he probable knows because Tommy H. and Carol works faster than the schools newspapper. So he sees an the guy he was trying to assert dominance in a gay kinda of way in the shitty house where his shitty sister is hiding, and the guy straight up lie to his face. Then he decides to clock the boy down as much as it hurt his heart (pretty boy harrington. ..), and then he sees Lucas and Max plus other 3 boys and he thinks: oh fuck.

Then he is drugged and almost dickcapped by said shitty lil sister. and he is impressed, but also scared because he just got his ass handed by his sister.

Conclusion: they both need to kiss and commit crimes.

PLUS: they talk like old people.

EDITED FOR CLARITY AND I WILL ALSO ADD: why the fuck hate steve for saying a slur to an not actual gay when he is best friends with an actual gay person. Neither Billy or Steve are shown bullying people in the show, Billy drinks beer and is a mean bisexual, Steve is a human labrador (hes dumb and cute and strong and he will bite you no matter the odds). Fuck the duffers, can i get an hell yeah?

ANOTHER EDIT:

so i just read online that Dacre refused to say a racial slur towards Lucas and my disappointment is imeasurable but not surprisingly. So i am now 50/50 with racist Billy and just paranoid Billy. in both cases hes an asshole. At least im relieved to know that Lucas would lay his ass on basketball.

[hannahhsolo]

High Heels, Hips, and Lace for the banned words prompt 🥺💛

oh come on…it’s gotta be fem;)

(it’s so long im so sorry)

—

It had always been Stevie’s dream to be a counter girl at the department store in the mall. Sure, her dad would have loved her to have gone to college or become a secretary at his firm or pretty much anything but this, but this had always been what she wanted to do.

Ever since the first time her mom dragged her little hand behind her across marble floors, the smell of powdery perfume in the air; jewellery twinkling under glass casing; soft lace brushing her tiny shoulder, it had all hypnotised her. The pretty lady behind the Lancôme counter had smiled at her and let her try some pink lipstick and Stevie saw who she was going to be.

When she first started, it took her a while to settle in. It was less about looking pretty, which Stevie was good at, and more about math and making sales, which Stevie was not. She worked on commission, which created a few hard months at the start, where she took home measly pay checks and worked long, hard hours.

Eventually though, she settled in. Knew all the buzzwords that would get the rich old ladies flashing cash, the right ways to flirt with frazzled husbands looking to do anything to make their wives happy. And soon enough, she was being promoted. Stevie pinned her new, shiny ‘Stephanie - Personal Shopper’ badge to the lapel of her pressed blazer and relished in the sound of her heels clicking on the polished floor on the way to her new office. The office was all plush furniture and wooden desks and two rooms off the side which posed as dressing rooms for their clients. Stevie loved it.

Her clients were mostly a steady stream of bored housewives with too much money and not enough to do. The job was far easier than selling perfume on the counter and the customers spent a lot more, with Stevie’s new higher rate of commission, it wasn’t long before the cash came rolling in.

It was a pretty nondescript Wednesday afternoon when, along with cash, a familiar face came rolling in too. It was a face she hadn’t thought about since high school and a face she certainly never expected to see here.

Billie Hargrove, Hawkins High’s resident bad girl with a ridiculous perm and constant split lip, was swaggering into her office. The 3 years since graduation hadn’t changed her all that much, she was still all acid-washed denim and studded leather, still scowling and terrifying.

Herself and Billie had run in very different circles at school. She was a cheerleader, popular, with a hot jock boyfriend and purity ring (that was swiftly removed on Friday nights at the quarry). Billie was the distant cool girl, who nobody was brave enough to be friends with but also not stupid enough to pick on. She didn’t give a fuck and Stevie steered clear.

There was no steering clear now though, Stevie looked at her agenda and sure enough ‘Wilhelmina H’ was her 3 o’clock. She plastered on her perfect customer service smile and came stiletto to boot with Billie.

“Harrington?!” Billie’s blue eyes grew in diameter and jaw dropped open, revealing chewed up bubblegum, when she realised who was about to serve her.

“Good afternoon, Miss Hargrove. Would you like some coffee?” Stevie continued with her usual schtick. Billie completely ignored it.

“Holy shit! So this is what the princess did after high school, huh?” It was kind of unsettling how much delight Billie seemed to be finding in this. Stevie brushed her pencil skirt for imaginary lint.

“Yes, Billie.” Her composure was cracking a little.

“Damn.” Billie flopped down on a chair and put her dirty boots up on Stevie’s desk. She was playing with a branded pencil from the pot.

Stevie repeated the customer is always right, the customer is always right in her head.

“What can I do for you?” Stevie had a feeling the usual pretences weren’t going to work here, so she got straight to the point.

“Daddy dearest has some fancy dinner planned with my grandparents,” She started to chew on the pencil, “and apparently none of my clothes are good enough so…if you could make me a little less…” she waved a gesturing hand to herself, “and a little more…” she waved the same hand at Stevie, “that would be peachy.”

She grinned, “He said ‘A pair of heels and a little lace can do wonders for a young lady.’” Her eyes cast over Stevie.

She said it as if it would be easy. Billie was that kind of mess that was ingrained into her bones, it definitely worked for her, but it wasn’t going to come out easy. Stevie straightened her back and remembered her Nonna’s tips on removing red wine stains from lace before she said,

“Okay, let’s see what we can do.”

—

Billie felt stupid. Her tits were all trussed up in some ridiculous contraption this store called a bra, she was in a silk blouse and pale pink slacks — at least they were pants, she thanked the Gods for small blessings. The cherry on top of the shit sundae was the pain in her feet. She’d had the pointed stilettos on for less than a minute and she already wanted to saw off her feet with a complimentary nail file.

Stevie Harrington, she was still tripping on that, knocked on the dressing room door before pushing it open. Billie wondered why she knocked if she was just going to come in anyway, 30 seconds earlier and she would have gotten a show. High school Billie stirred somewhere inside her and cursed the fact that hadn’t happened.

Stevie stood behind her, looking at her in the mirror, with that same annoying, stoic, robot face she’d had on since she got there. It was pissing Billie off.

“Lovely, it all fits well.”

That was bullshit. It didn’t ‘fit well’, it didn’t fit her at all. And it sure as shit wasn’t lovely.

“Oh thanks, sugar. I feel ready for Sunday service and tea at the country club.” Billie put on her best southern belle voice and bat her eyelashes at Stevie’s reflection.

A reflection that consequently cracked like glass.

She was laughing, goddamn howling in the department store dressing room, the door banged as she fell back against it.

“Sorry!” Tears we’re streaming down Stevie’s face, Billie was confused but perplexedly smiling, “I’m so sorry, you just look completely absurd.”

Her words disappeared into another bout of laughter. And Billie wasn’t expecting it, but she started laughing too. She did look absurd, this whole thing was absurd. The girl she was secretly obsessed with in high school was helping her pick out an outfit to impress people she didn’t even like anyway by squeezing into some debutante nightmare.

They were both laughing, Stevie’s mascara smudged and Billie doubled over grasping at her middle. As she did so, the stupid slacks finally gave up on their fight against Billie’s wide hips and split right on the seam that traced the crack of her ass. Billie couldn’t even think about it, because it just made her laugh more. Now, her frankly incredible ass, trussed up in expensive lace, was revealed to her high school crush and the absurdity was dialled up to 11. Since she was 17 years old, Billie wanted to show Stevie Harrington her underwear, she just never though it would happen like this.

Billie threw her head back, momentarily forgetting about the heel situation, and lost her balance completely. She stumbled backwards and would have gone crashing to the ground if it weren’t for Stevie’s long fingers wrapping around her hips, holding her steady. When she met Stevie’s eyes, they were close and they weren’t laughing anymore. The insane situation suddenly seemed a whole lot more serious as those fingers pushed Billie’s hips into the wall and Stevie’s lips pushed into Billie’s.

Maybe Billie’s dad had been right, heels and lace really can do wonders for a young lady.

[nastybuckybarnes]

Deep End  -  Three

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader

Summary: He’s back. After all your best efforts at getting away, he’s found you again. And this time, he’s not letting you go so easily. He’s determined to do whatever it takes to get you to be his. Forever.

Warnings: Dark Themes, Language, Angst, Manipulation, Anxiety

Word Count: 2.6K

A/n: Part three nowwww. I hope you guys enjoy!!! I’m not sure how often I’ll be posting but I hope it’s more frequently than im doing now. Anywho, here you go, and I hope you all have a great night!

Madness Masterlist

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THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

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The record player in the corner of the spare bedroom plays softly, the soothing voice of Billie Holiday filling your ears as your eyes skim over the room, lips pursed.

Although it isn’t ideal, having a project does make the time go by faster.

Just as you’re deciding where you want the crib to go, soft feet pad into the room, Sarah’s arms coming up to your leg.

“Mommy, why are you in here?” You glance down at her, one hand coming to ruffle her hair.

“Nothing, sweetheart.” She frowns, looking up at you. “Then why are you in here?”

You raise your eyebrows, a smile growing on your face at her sass.

“You ask a lot of questions, don’t you, missy?” She nods, putting her hands on her hips proudly.

“Yes, I do.” You roll your eyes, grabbing her hand and ushering her out of the room and down the stairs.

“C’mon. Let’s get you a snack.” Her mind is instantly occupied by what she wants to eat and as you’re rummaging around in the pantry, she’s climbing up onto the barstool.

“Your father should be home in a few hours, then maybe you can convince him to order pizza, just until we go grocery shopping.” You look at the nearly empty pantry with your lips pursed, grabbing some crackers and shaking them onto a plate for you and her to share.

“Why did we move out here with daddy?” She asks, making you freeze for a moment. You flounder for an answer but she shoots out another question, saving you from coming up with an excuse.

“Why didn’t you tell me that daddy was coming to pick us up?” That one you’ve thought about.

“I don’t know, honey. I guess it just never came up. And I didn’t know if or when he would come home from work.” She nods, taking a cracker and chewing it thoughtfully, swallowing before asking another question.

“Why do you look sad whenever daddy’s around?” That one catches you off guard even more than the first one did, and you cough twice, trying to gather your thoughts.

“I-I’m not sad, baby. I’m just trying to get used to living with him again, that’s all.” She hums, seemingly pleased with the answer.

A few minutes of silent eating go by before you find yourself wanting to ask her something.

“Sarah,” you begin, waiting until she looks up at you to continue.

When her sparkling blue eyes meet yours, you lower your voice slightly.

“Do you like living here with your dad?” Her face lights up and you have your answer before she speaks.

“I do! I really like living here and Morgan’s my best friend and I’m happy to have daddy back! And I like that we get to see Aunty Nat more and I like Uncle Bucky too!” You nod slowly, pursing your lips.

“So do you want to stay here, then?” She nods eagerly, a smile on her face.

“I really do! I love it here! I’m so happy daddy came to pick us up!” You let out a shaky breath and nod, your one chance at leaving being crushed.

Steve treats his daughter right and she’s happy here. You can’t very well take away her happiness and replace it with longing and instability. Not when she’s been your pillar during those four years away from Him.

She deserves some semblance of peace. And you’re willing to sacrifice yours if it means that she can get hers.

~*~

“Daddy!” Sarah runs to the front door and intercepts her father as soon as she can see him, jumping up into his arms excitedly.

“Hi, baby!” He hugs her tightly, transferring her to one arm effortlessly and walking into the house.

“How was your day at school?” He asks, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“It was good! Can we get pizza for dinner?” He raises his brows, eyes fluttering around the house in search of you.

“Well, we’re gonna have to ask your mom about that, okay?” She nods, shimmying out of his grip and up the stairs.

He sets his work bag down on the counter, following the little blond girl up the stairs and smiling when he sees you in the spare bedroom, a look of concentration on your face and a pretty blue dress on your figure.

“Hi, honey,” he whispers, his arms wrapping around your frame.

“Hi,” you murmur, trying to remember the measurements of the dresser as you inspect the bedroom.

“Pizza!” Sarah exclaims, tugging on the bottom of your dress.

“Oh yeah.” You turn around to face Steve, eyes meeting his for a brief moment before falling to his shoulder.

“Could we order pizza tonight? W-we don’t have much for groceries but I can make a list and we could pick some up tomorrow morning? I just- it’s Friday and b-before...” you take a deep breath, fighting tears as memories of life before start to fill your mind.

“Hey, Sarah? Could you do me a favour please, princess?” Steve glances down at his daughter, sensing that this may be a conversation best had in privacy.

“Yes, daddy?”

“Could you go downstairs and see if there are any snacks that we have that you want? Or any that you want us to buy for you?” She nods eagerly, running out of the room and down the stairs, leaving you alone with her father.

You take another deep breath then explain yourself in depth.

“Friday’s used to be pizza night for her and me. We’d order pizza and watch a movie. Nat or... or my dad would come over too but... we haven’t had a pizza night since coming here and I think it would bring her more comfort and more normality.” He eyes you for a moment.

“It would bring her that or you that?” You swallow hard, eyes cast down to the floor.

“Either answer is valid, darling. I want you to be happy here and if we need to make pizza Friday’s a thing, then we’ll make them a thing. I just want the two of you to be happy and healthy, okay?” You sniffle then nod, your bottom lip wobbling as anxiety courses through your veins.

“Hey, talk to me. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” You squeeze your eyes shut as a tear slides down your cheek.

“I-I’m scared,” you whisper, terrified to confess this but knowing he won’t do anything with Sarah so close by.

“Of what?” He asks gently, trying to coax it out of you.

“Of you.” His fingers stop their tracing on your waist and he stiffens.

“I-I don’t want you to hurt me. And I know I can’t leave. I can’t run b-because I tried once and you found me. And Sarah loves it here and I don’t want to deprive her of that, of you, but I’m so terrified of you.” He’s quiet for a long moment before wrapping you up in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“Thank you for telling me,” he whispers. He’s not angry like you thought he’d be. No, he’s supportive and gentle, and you feel more tears fall from your eyes.

“I’m not going to hurt you, okay? Not like I did before. I love you, (Y/n). And I need you. Sarah needs you. I’d never...” He trails off, swallowing hard and shaking his head.

“You’re mine. I want you to do things a certain way, yes, but I’m not going to hurt you the way that I did before, okay? As long as you stay here and you behave. You've done pretty well so far, but I know it’s gonna take time. I just hope that when the baby comes you don't go back to your old ways.” His hand finds your tummy, rubbing gently.

“I’m all alone during the day, Steve. I don’t have any friends o-or any family. You’ve got me locked in this big house all day and I can’t even access the cutlery. It’s hard not to feel like a prisoner when you treat me like one.” Anger flashes across his features for a moment and you tug away from him.

“Just like it’s gonna take you some time to trust me again, it’s gonna take me time to trust you. You’ve hurt me before, (Y/n). A lot. I told you that I won’t treat you the way I did at first and I mean that, but if you even try to take my daughter from me, I’ll stop you. I’ll use whatever force necessary.” You swallow hard and nod, your fingers trembling.

“Now, you go make a list with Sarah while I shower. When I’m finished we’ll order pizza and watch a movie, okay?” You nod again, this one more reluctant.

You go to move past him but his hand grips your wrist, halting you.

“I love you, (Y/n). And I’ll do anything to keep you in my life. But you know that already, don’t you?” You glance over at him, the fire in his eyes making your heart race in your chest.

“Mommy! Is applesauce in the fridge?” Sarah’s voice saves you from having to answer, and you hurry down the stairs.

Steve stands in the spare bedroom, thoughts filling his mind, a deep voice whispering that you need to be punished.

He shakes the thought from his mind and walks to his bedroom, ready to take a shower then relax with his family.

~*~

Beauty and the Beast plays softly on the TV, two almost empty pizza boxes are on the coffee table and the three of you are on the couch.

You’re curled up against his side, if only to be able to watch as your daughter sleeps peacefully in his lap, her mouth open and soft snores falling from her lips.

You’re not sure what comes over you, whether it be fear from your conversation earlier or you wanting to get on his good side, but you speak.

“She says she loves being here, living with you and going to school with Morgan,” you whisper, your eyes trained on your daughter as Steve looks over at you.

“She uh, she wants to stay, more than anything in the world. And even if I had the option, I don’t think I’d take her from here. I... I couldn’t do something like that to her.” Your eyes slowly meet Steve’s and he smiles softly, understanding the meaning behind your words.

You wouldn’t leave him even if you could.

“I’m glad. I love having you both here. Everything’s been so much better since you guys have been back in my life.” You take a deep breath then turn back to the tv, leaning your head against his shoulder slowly.

His arm winds around your figure, hugging you closer to him with a smile.

“It’s all going to be okay, honey. I promise. Everything will be okay.”

~*~

The weeks pass in a blur of dresses, cooking, and reading.

Every day is so much the same that it’s become painful. You’d kill for a new book, a job, fuck, even a better project than the one you have now.

“Well why don’t you order the furniture?” Steve asks when you bring it up to him one Sunday morning.

“I... I don't wanna order anything until we know for sure that I’m pregnant.”

He knows that if you aren’t pregnant already, you will be within a few days. The fertility pills he’s been giving you should’ve already taken effect, but if not he’s more than willing to keep trying for a baby.

“And I don’t wanna pick out colours or anything yet, and if we get the furniture now we’re just gonna have to move it when we paint the room, so it seems like the least logical thing to do,” you explain, fingers twisting around your mug of tea.

“I think it’s prime time to start planting. You could start a little garden out back? Give you something to take care of and whatnot,” he suggests, watching as you purse your lips.

It would be nice to have fresh vegetables and flowers. And getting dirty’s never really bothered you.

“Alright. But I don’t know what grows well out here. Back... where we were before, we could grow lots of things. I don’t know what flourishes out here.” He walks around the kitchen island and takes your hand, leading you to the couch.

“We’ll look it up, and then I’ll grab some seed and you can start the garden tomorrow. How’s that sound?” You nod, sitting down beside him.

“Could you maybe pick up some books on gardening too? I’m not the best and I want this to turn out well.” He smiles, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Of course, anything for you, honey.”

True to his word, Steve provides you with seeds, gardening supplies, and multiple books on gardening.

You start your garden the very next day, spending hours outside in the sun, trying to get your little garden to look like the ones in the pictures.

It takes all week to get it going properly, but you’re proud of your work, bringing Sarah out after school on friday and showing her all the different plants that will grow.

Now you’re sitting at the dining room table, soft music playing while your fingers fidget anxiously and your mind flutters to your daughter.

“She’s alright, darling. Tony and Pepper will take good care of her, I promise. And they know to call at the first sign of trouble.” You take a deep breath and nod, pushing the food on your plate around with your fork as anxiety courses through you.

It’s your baby girl’s first sleepover.

“I just... I’ve never really been away from her. Every night we read a bedtime story and she gives me a hug and two kisses goodnight. What if she has a nightmare, Steve? W-what if she wakes up and she’s scared because she doesn’t know where she is o-or where we are? What if-”

“Honey,” he cuts you off, a gentle smile on his face.

“It’s going to be okay, I promise. This is just as good for you as it is for her. You’ve got separation anxiety. But it’s all gonna be okay, I promise.” You take a couple more deep breaths, fighting tears.

You miss your daughter.

“Stand up,” Steve orders.

Your eyes flash up to him, nervous for a completely new reason now as you slowly rise to your feet.

He walks around the table, eyes unreadable until he stands in front of you.

The record player whispers Paul Anka, and for a moment that’s all you can hear is the sound of his voice singing out softly.

Steve takes one of your hands gently in his, the other hand finding your waist and tugging you softly against his body.

“Dance with me,” he murmurs. It’s not a command like you thought it would be, no. It’s a request.

A hardly whispered plea for you to dance with him, and you don’t have it in you to deny him.

You’re tense as you nod your agreement, shoulders tight and back stiff as he slowly starts to sway the two of you to the music.

His hand is so gentle on the small of your back, holding you so tenderly that you can’t help but relax in his hold, your tense muscles loosening up.

You slowly lean your head against his chest, closing your eyes and basking in the comfort of being held so softly by him.

He lets out a small breath of relief, a smile tugging at his lips as he hugs you even closer to his body, lips pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head before his chin rests atop it, his own eyes fluttering closed.

He leads the dance, and for a beautifully perfect moment, you feel comfortable and at home in his arms.

[happybird16]

Happy Earth Day!

I'm gonna try to keep this to a minimum lol

Wood, Rainwater, Gems, Fur, Survival, Lion

Which do you prefer

Exercise or sleep?

Pizza or ice cream?

I know that's a lot but I couldn't help it! Feel free just to answer a couple <3

Happy Earth Day! Theres no such thing as too many questions, ask away! I live for stuff like this! Though this is a bit long so answers below the cut!

Wood: What was your favorite childhood tv show(s)?

I watched so many of them it’s hard to pick! I loved Scooby Doo when I was really young, even collected all of the toys. Other guilty pleasure shows were Totally Spies and Kim Possible, for some reason it felt embarrassing to like them. I also loved The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy and Avatar the Last Airbender.

Rainwater: First plant you ever took care of and how it turned out?

So my dad stole an orange off of a small tree at the local greenhouse and we planted it in a little pot. That thing lasted for well over 10 years and got to be about 8 feet tall before I had to move and couldn’t fit it anymore. We ended up just letting it die and I still feel sort of sad about it.

Gems: Favorite gemstone(s) of all time and if you can give us some facts about it!

I was really into Steven Universe when it was on so I got kinda into gemstones lol. My birth stone is an amethyst, though I’ve never been too fond of them. I’m fond of anything with a soft pastel color, like a Rose Quartz. It’s supposed to foster self love!

Fur: What colors have you dyed your hair?

Im boring so I haven’t actually died my hair much, plus we have a family curse where we start loosing hair if we die it. Something about our scalps being sensitive. I did add streaks of red to me hair during middle school once, but I didn’t really like being a strawberry blonde.

Survival: Do you cook and are you a good cook and if so what’s the best dish you have ever made?

I love to cook and I think I’m actually quite good at it! It’s all about patience. I prefer baking a bit though. I hand made my own pasta and sauce to make crab fettuccine Alfredo once and I’m still pretty proud of that. I also make a mean crème Brûlée.

Lion: Have you every wanted to be a Monarch or dreamed about it?

When I saw this I immediately thought about the butterflies. I think power is very stressful and I like to like as stress free as possible. I have dreamt about what I’d change in the government though.

Which do I prefer:

Exercise or Sleep

This one sort of depends on the time of the year. If it’s warm and sunny out I love to get up early in the morning and go on a bike ride along the beach, but every other time of the year is love to sleep until noon.

Pizza or Ice cream

I love ice cream. I may or may not have a pint of chocolate Oreo ice cream in my freezer right now. I like pizza too, especially if it’s from a good place, but tomato sauce can give me heartburn :/

Nature ask game

[voidselfshipp]

Car Problems

Cw: possible inacuracys on cars breaking down and repairing them.

Only mutuals allowed to reblog.

Summary: Billy gets help when his car breaks down,but turns out his savior is very good looking.

Taglist: @tex-treasures @malewifehenrycooldown @80sboyfriends @mercuryships

--Are you kidding me?!-- Billy shouted getting up from under his car, sighing.

--No luck?-- asked Max.

--No. No fucking luck...-- He replied.

Of all the times his car could break down it had to be now. Just as he returned from picking up Max.

--This cant be happening!-- Billy kicked one of the car's tires gripping his hair.

Luckily a car was Driving by at the time, and the driver stopped besides his car.

--Need help?-- a woman, no more older than Billy was, approached him.

--Yeah, my car wont start..-- Billy replied looking up from the ground after kicking the tire.

His breath stiffles, Brown hair in a bun, messy baby hairs and green eyes, soft porcelain skin, wait..where has he seen her before.

--Oh thank god youre here!-- Max said-- Jerico knows a lot about cars

Oh. Right! Shes from the senior year of Max's school, hes seen her before whenever he goes to pick his sister up.

--Oh good, ive been trying to figure it out...-- Billy admited sheepishly.

--lemme get my tool box and ill check-- she quickly opened the trunk of her car, a black Chevrolet impala, and took the tool box out.

Then made her way to the Mans car and ask --So, any information?

--Yeah, the car just stopped midway..., I heard a scraping sound.., hey Max! Turn on the car Will you?

Max nodded and started the car, inmediatly she heard a creaking sound, and saw the engine rattling a bit.

--Let me just...-- she opened the engine's lid (the cylinder head cover)-- yep..the crankshaft needs more oil...

Billy sighed audibly-- I dont have oil at hand...

Jeri Turned to him with a soft smile-- Hey, how about this, I can add some more oil I have some in my car's trunk, and I can accompany you guys in case the car breaks down again...!

--i uh...-- he clears his throat-- I sure...thank you

She nodded and went to her trunk and Grab that oil, after adding it, she closed the cylinder cover, and the car's hood.

--Okay, all good-- Jer added.

--Good, good..., uh shall we?-- He asked.

--Yeah!

Both got into their respective cars and drove down the street, he could hear Bon Jovi's "living on a prayer" Billy had this stupid smile on his face.

Max raised a brow-- You seem Real happy for a guy who just got helped with his car by a girl

--Look, that girl knows her stuff, besides nobody saw...-- The Man said non-chalantly.

--Uh-huh, her names jerico by the way. Shes really cool..

--Yeah I recall seeing her when I pick you up..

Once in their home, jerico hands Billy a piece of paper-- if you Keep having problems with that car of yours, just call me yeah? My dad is a mechanic and is very cheap

--Wow, subtle plug...-- Billy teased.

She giggled making his heart skip a beat-- Im serious, just call my house if you need help with your car,and uh...take this...in case you wanna hang out...-- She handed him a piece of paper with her number and the words "call me".

He smiled, genuienly-- after this I just might-- he winked-- hey. What are you doing after school tomorrow? Maybe I can go pick you up and take you somewhere? To thank you for helping me out there

Jeri nodded-- Sure, but in that ricketty broken car of yours?

--haha,fuck you too, its not ricketty or broken-- he leaned in on the door frame.

--Cause we are not here in the first place because it broke down..-- she leaned in.

--Well, if it is broken at least I got you to help me out...

She chuckles and presses a soft short kiss on his lips-- Ill see you tomorrow, Billy, say goodbye to Max for me

His cheeks turn red as she walks to her car-- Nice car by the way! -- she says-- goodbye!

And she drives back home.

He gets in his house shaking his head and chuckling under his breath.

--You totally have a crush on her-- Max said.

--Shut up...

Once jerico was home, she Parked the car in the garage shutting its door and walking into her home.

--You look happy-- River, her mom, said.

--I helped a pretty boy with his car and got dad a New costumer...of course im happy-- Jeri said-- hes picking me up after school to take me out, hes going to thank me for helping him...

River laughed-- Im sure he Will, does this pretty boy have a name?

--yeah...Billy, Billy hargrove

[xspacedemonx]

The geek gets the girl

Randy meeks x Prescott!reader

Stu was throwing a party tonight despite there being a curfew due to the murders that have happened here in this small town. Stu had ask you along with Sidney and Tatum as you guys were walking to Tatum's house. They agreed to go.

"I don't know stu.." you say softly. He does a pout places his arm around my shoulder.

"Come on short stack your sister is coming it won't be the same without you there please" he begs you sigh softly

"Im not sure its a good i idea.." he then got on his knees holding his hands together god his such a goof ball.

"Please ill protect you " he says looking up at you. Sid and Tatum laughing at him being ridiculous. You shook your head softly give a soft smile. "Randy will be there " he wiggles his eyebrows. Stu and Tatum know about your crush on randy and promise not to tell due to him liking your older sister Sidney. You've seen how he looks at her like she's the only girl in the world. She's the final girl to his the friend getting the girl.

"Okay stu..." you rolled your eyes smile he jumped up picking you up and spinning you around.

"You won't regret it" he says kiss the top of your head took off.

*time skip*

You were sitting on the couch with a bottle of water. Randy was here but seem he barely noticed you since his attention went right to Sidney with only a hi y/n then zoom to her. You had everything zoned out

"Y/n..." you snapped back to reality see randy wave his hand in front of your face "you okay i ask you a question but you didn't answer..."

"Oh sorry what was it randy " you give a small smile

He smiles "well i ask do you think Jamie lee Curtis is the ultimate scream queen"

"Uh yeah she is she basically invited being scream queen and final girl she's my favorite thats way I love Halloween its an absolute classic" you smile at him he smiles at you

"I love Halloween too i didn't really think of you to be into horror films" he chuckled.

*time skip*

"Tatum come on" Sidney yelled. You both were waiting by the door stu was holding as some guests were leaving. Billy showed up then him and Sidney went upstairs to talk. Randy walk up to you and stu.

"What's leather face doing here" randy sigh. Stu chuckled smiles.

"He came to make up"

"There goes my chance with sid..damn it" you look down walks away to the kitchen grab a bag of chips stuff your face.

"Food won't hurt me..." you thought.

*time skip*

The killer was here. You saw Tatum's body then ran into sid. Now we are back in the house we had to shut the door on stu and randy due to trust issues. Billy came tumbling down the steps took the gun from sid let randy in. You hug him. he ask softly if I was okay you nod yes. He turn to billy and sid

"Stu flipped out his gone mad" billy turns to him.

"We all go a little mad sometimes" billy raises the gun. Randy pushes me behind him.

"Oh fuck" billy pulls the trigger and it hits randy.

"Randy!" You hold him "no randy" sid grabs your hand pulls you away.

*time skip* (sorry for all the time skips)

Billy lays unconscious. You and sid look at him then you jumped from someone touching your shoulder. "Oh my god randy I thought you were dead" you said in shock.

"I probably should be never thought ill be so happy to be a virgin" you chuckled softly but then randy got punch in the face by Billy and he attacked you. You struggled against him. You put your finger in the hole on his shoulder he yelled out in pain raise his knife to try and stab me but ends up getting shot twice by gale. Randy came to me help me up holding my hand. "You okay y/n" you nod slowly. Sidney takes the gun from gale. We slowly move close to Billy's body "you know this is when the killer comes back for one last scare." A few seconds of silence pass then billy jump up then Sidney shot him between the eyes.

"Not in my movie" Sidney puts the gun down. Gale and randy scream when your dad came out. "Dad.." sid drops the gun goes to him you do the same to help untie him. After that you walk up to randy.

"Thank you for taking a bullet for me.. you didn't have to but I'm glad you are okay" you say softly take his hand. He smiles softly.

"I wanted to protect you I couldn't let anything happen to you" he looks at you softly. You stare into his eyes start to lean in he does the same. "So I guess the geek does get the girl in the end" he grins and wink. You giggle softly nod.

"Yes he does" you close the gap between you two kissing passionately.

[barbarasbae]

Even in Hawkins- First of Many

Part 16  master list

Billy Hargrove x Fem! Reader x Steve Harrington

Word Count: 1.5k 

Warnings: smut, family units/children are had, 18+, Billy is a pile of mush for his family 

heres a corny ending to something i’ve been working on for a year and a half. might post one of the better versions of it later but heres an ending for now

You excited?” Y/n teased Billy, sliding hands under his zip up. “I guess.”

“What’s wrong?” He raised an eyebrow, eyes flitting over her body. “I’m in a hoodie and sweatpants and you’re in that.” That being jeans with one of his button up shirts.

“You get to wear whatever you want on dates when you save the world.” She tugged gently on a curl. He huffed, pulling his omega into a hug. His omega had a nice sound to it. “Smell so good.” Y/n trilled, squeezing him gently. The doorbell rang, startling them both. She scrunched his hair on his scalp, him smacking her hands away.  “You’re trying to make me look worse.”

“I don’t think it’s possible for you to even look bad, Bill.” He rolled his eyes. He still wasn’t used to the gnarled scars after having them for almost two months. “Don’t roll your eyes at me mister.” 

“I’ll roll them if I want. They feel like the only part of me that can move right now.” He retorted, Y/n sticking her tongue out at him and opening the front door. “Hey Steve.”

“Hi...I brought you these.” He held out flowers to Y/n with a blush. “Thank you.” 

“And I brought you this.” He gave Billy a box, the blond taking it with shaking hands. “Do you need your medicine?” Y/n asked quietly when she noticed. He shook his head, opening the box to a sand dollar earring. It made him chuckle. “Thanks, pretty boy.” 

Billy shut the door behind Steve, Y/n in the kitchen making popcorn. “Can I kiss you?” Steve asked Billy, stepping into his space. “W-uh, sure.” Billy was red faced, Steve placing his hands on Billy’s wrist and hip, giving him a gentle kiss. Billy followed him as he pulled back, Steve laughing under his breath. “There can be more of that later if you want.” Billy nodded, getting a barked out laugh from the tall omega. “I have a couple different movies.” Y/n announced, bowl of popcorn in her arms. They made their way to the living room, Billy stopping her before they made it to the couch. He cupped her face in his hands, giving her a long wet kiss. It made her smile. “What was that for?” He shook his head, kissing her forehead. “Ooh, let’s watch this one.” Steve held up The Terminator.  

Everything was going well, an omega on each side of Billy. Y/n tucked her nose in Billy’s neck, her hand on his stomach. Steve was holding his free hand. Billy pulled his hand back and slid an arm around Steve’s shoulder, the older boy smiling at the pink faced blond. “Can you take some of the blankets off? It’s getting hot.” He asked Y/n, kissing her temple. “Why are you being so sweet?” She asked quietly, hugging him again, hand sliding a little farther down to his thigh. He shrugged before suddenly stiffening, Steve’s hand on his other thigh. “I forgot how horny The Terminator makes you.” He teased Y/n, her glaring at him. The boys laughed, but fell back into silence fairly quickly. Steve palmed over Billy’s sweatpants-covered dick, the blond blushing. “Is this okay? I can stop. Just tell me if-”

“This is fine.” Billy grit out. “Are you okay? Y/n asked, sitting up. He nodded. Steve did it one more time, smirking. “Gonna cum already, alpha?” Billy let out a soft whimper, bringing a smile to their faces. Y/n sat on her knees and faced Billy, purring in his ear, rubbing a hand up and down his thigh. “I’m- I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop.” Steve got up and pulled the blanket off of Billy, gently pushing the alpha’s thighs open. “Shit, Billy.” Y/n moaned, pre-cum staining his sweatpants where his dick was straining against them. “I wanna ride you.” She cooed, kissing his ear. Steve got between Billy’s legs, nosing at the bulging erection. Billy grunted softly, gripping Y/n’s thigh. “Such a big dick, alpha.” Steve purred,  dragging his tongue over the blond’s cloth covered erection. Billy whined, Y/n making the start of a hickey appear on his neck. Steve sucked the tip into his mouth, Billy jerking his hips and gasping. Both omegas watched cum soak his boxers and sweats, purring. “That feels good, huh?” Y/n asked, rubbing Billy’s shoulder. “Shit.” He croaked, Steve getting up with a pout. “What’s wrong?”

“I wanted to suck him off.” Billy was panting a little harder. “You okay, babe? Steve, can you get him some water?”

“I’m not a baby.” Billy protested, nose to nose with his girlfriend. “I know. Just don’t wanna over do it. Was scary to not have you around.” She told him, nuzzling into him. Steve handed Billy a cup, the omega sitting next to him, both omegas watching him drink. “Stop acting like I’m gonna drown in a cup of water.” 

“Sorry.” 

Billy changed and came back to Y/n and Steve scenting each other, her practically in his lap. “Keep watching?” He asked, grabbing the remote. “Sure.”

They finished the movie, Steve saying he had to work tomorrow. “Don’t usually put out on the first date but it was fun.” He was blushing. Y/n nodded, Billy smiling. He had a good feeling about this. 

---

Billy woke up slowly. It was so nice and warm but his alarm was blaring on the nightstand. “Fuck…” He groaned, arm over his eyes. “Fuck!” A high pitched little voice parroted, giggling. Billy shot up, seeing his 4 year old daughter sitting at the end of the bed. “No,no no we don’t say that, Daisy.”

“Fuck.” She declared, little brows furrowed in determination. “Daisy, it’s not a nice word.” 

“But you said it.” She pouted, Billy getting up and holding her on his hip. “I did. Let’s just not tell mommy, okay?” She nodded, hugging him. “Where’s Steve?” Billy called to Y/n as he entered the kitchen. She was making food for their 7 and 5 year old sons. “He’s getting dressed.” 

Billy set Daisy in her chair and kissed the back of Y/n’s shoulder. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, stinky breath.” She teased, Billy blowing a raspberry on her neck that got her to squeal. Steve came into the kitchen in blue scrubs, Y/n handing him his lunchbox. “Be safe. Love you.” She kissed Steve’s cheek, Billy rubbing his nose against the tall omega’s.  “I’m gonna be late. Love you too. Bye babies.” Y/n smiled as the brunet planted wet kisses on each kid, Daisy giving him one back. Billy hugged Y/n, her leaning into him. “You okay this morning?”

“Yeah. Just enjoying my pack. I love you.”

“I love you too. You’re on bath duty.”

“Nooo!” Came a chorus of protests. Y/n laughed. “Good luck.”

“Who needs luck when you have talent?”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Sure, big man.”

Billy stuck his tongue out at her and snatched up Axle, the youngest boy. She did it back. “What?” She asked him, the blond looking over her. “Nothing. Just enjoying the view.” 

“Such a dork, Billy.” 

“Isn’t that how I charmed you?”

“No. That was a special feature I had to unlock. Go bathe your filthy child.” She teased, Axle protesting that he wasn’t filthy. Steve came back through the door. “You okay?”

“Roads closed because of snow. Couldn’t get out of the neighborhood.”

“Lucky us.” She kissed his pink nose, helping him take off the layers. “Stop ‘enjoying the view’ and give him a bath.” She told Billy. He put his son down and told him to meet him in the bathroom. “Did I ever tell you what I wanted the first time I saw you guys?” They shook their heads, Y/n hugging Steve. “Wanted you both. Wanted a pack. Can’t believe I pulled it off.” 

“DAD!” Billy cringed and left them, the omegas giggling as their kids followed Billy into the bathroom. “How’d we ever go for that?”

“Hm?” Steve was playing with the hem of her shirt. “Sorry, I was thinking about all the stuff we like to do on my days off.” His hand slid around to her ass, squeezing. 

“Problem, all the kids will have the day off too.” 

“Damn, it’s like we enjoy making them or something” He joked, Y/n smiling up at him. “I think you both lucked out that The Terminator makes me horny.” 

“God that’s so lame!

“It’s true though. I’ve always been mad I didn’t get to see Bill dressed up like him in ‘84” Steve groaned. “I feel like we’d be in a much different situation now,” 

“Probably.” They giggled. 

Billy heard his mates laughing in the kitchen, the kids making a mess of water. Thank god 17 year old Billy was a huge perv. Billy was never gonna get used to how lucky he’s got it. 

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