#me finding any opportunity to talk about billy’s freckles

[leporinelou]

stargazer.

it’s cold out. billy’s hands shake as he brings the lighter up. the flame sparks color into the night.

steve’s eyes meet his.

billy’s hands shake.

he tells himself it’s still from the cold.

tells himself it has nothing to do with steve. nothing to do with the way steve wraps a hand around his wrist. brings the lighter closer.

the moments broken when steve lets go. closes his eyes. takes a drag of his cigarette.

billy fumbles to light his own.

“pretty.” steve breathes out. “don’tcha think?”

billy’s eyes flick up. he sees steve’s head tipped back. profile illuminated by the moonlight.

“the stars.” steve lets smoke pour out of his nose. “the stars are pretty.”

“yeah.” billy stares at steve. “real pretty.”

“don’t know the names though.” steve frowns as he looks up. “never learnt.”

“i do.” billy feels warm as steve’s gaze settles on him again. “i did.”

“tell me about them?”

billy lets his eyes drop to the space between them. something to focus on. “you want me to read your palm too, stevie?” he grins. teasing. “tell you your future?”

a shoulder knocks against his. “asshole.” steve says. voice too gentle. too fond. “just-” steve sighs in a way billy thinks he’ll remember forever. “tell me about them. please.”

billy tips his head back “yeah.” looks at the inky black sky above them. “yeah. okay.”

and he does. tell steve about the stars. and steve listens. listens like no one ever has before. like billy’s talking about something important.

like billy’s something important.

“you know” billy says. all casual. as if he doesn’t feel as scattered as the stars themselves. “there’s twice as many in california.”

billy watches the crease between steve’s eyebrows deepen. watches his mouth twist. confused.

“bullshit.” steve says. with a smile on his face.

“not bullshit.” billy taps a finger. ashes his cigarette. watches the cherry glow red. “if you go to the beach. to the sea.” he lets his eyes slip shut. “you just gotta look up. ‘n then down.”

steve hums. thoughtful. billy wonders what that means. what steve’s thinking. he opens his eyes again. looks up. to the one set of stars hanging over them.

“i think.” steve says. slowly. carefully. almost as if he’s afraid of his own words. “that there’d be three times as many.”

billy knocks his shoe against steve’s. “how’d you figure?”

their eyes meet. again. “you’d be there.” steve lifts a hand. taps billy’s nose. gently. brushes a knuckle over his cheeks. “with these.”

billy freezes. stares back at steve. eyes too big. too wide. vunerable.

“with-”

“with your freckles, stargazer.” billy feels his cheeks warm at the name. feels himself tremble. “three times as many stars.” steve counts on his fingers “sky, sea, billy.”

he says billy’s name like something meaningful. like it’s a confession.

billy stays quiet. doesn’t know how to respond. steve’s expression falls slightly. smile turning into something smaller. he goes to pull his hand back.

billy panics. grabs at his sleeve.

steve looks nervous. billy doesn’t like that. he wants to reassure him. wants to tell him.

can’t tell him.

has to tell him-

“four times as many.”

“four- what?”

“four times as many.” billy puts his cigarette out. holds steve’s wrist with his other hand. pulls the sleeve back. traces a finger over warm skin. “with these. four times as many.”

steve’s smile comes back. lights up his whole face. billy feels his chest tighten. he watches steve’s gaze fall to his lips.

“sky, sea, billy, steve.” steve says. whispers. loud enough for only the two of them to hear. the two of them and the stars. “i like that.”

and billy closes the gap. tightens his grip on steve’s arm as cold lips press against his. steve cups billy’s face. hands gentle. as if he’s something fragile.

maybe steve’s right. maybe he is.

maybe that’s okay. for tonight.

billy breaks the kiss. presses his forehead to steve’s. feels warm breath ghost over his lips. steve laughs. laces their fingers together.

“i like you, stargazer.” billy counts the moles on steve’s neck as he talks. “i like you a lot.”

[shleepys]

AYYYY I hope you all were safe over the holidays and continue to stay safe over these next few months! Right now my state is dealing with record high covid numbers and a bunch of snow, might be different for you guys but hey, even though we're kicking off the start of a new year we still have to be aware of what's been going on and continue to push through it. But yeah!

We can finally reveal for the @harringroveholidayexchange, so I hope you enjoy what I made for the amazing @catharrington! I don't know how everyone else is formatting theirs if they did fic and art but I'm going to put both here! 💕

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Overlooked

prompt! - I’ve always loved the differences in the two boys while growing up, I imagine Steve having huge Christmas parties with champagne flutes and the works and Billy being invited and happy to spend time with Steve, he really is!, it’s just a lot he isn’t used to. All up to author interpretations: make as fluffy or angsty as you want ;)

summary! - Steve forgets they were supposed to hang out elsewhere while his parents threw their annual Christmas party and agrees to stay.

Luckily, Billy doesn’t mind!

The only problem is, they don’t get to hang out... and Billy starts to feel overlooked.

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Billy couldn’t be more out of place.

Parties were his thing, don’t get that wrong. He could get drunk, smoke, fuck, do whatever and if Steve was with him, only then it was infinitely better. 

But this wasn’t a party. Not the party he knew. It felt more like a corporate gathering or a birthday for someone he didn’t know and he only ended up on the list because his boyfriend’s involved. Which wouldn’t be a problem if everyone around him wasn’t two to three times his age and he actually got to hang out with said boyfriend. 

But it’s fine. It’s been fine so far.

Crystal champagne flutes and ugly holiday sweaters just aren’t necessarily Billy’s forte. He can’t fathom how much Steve’s parents spent on this party alone and can only bet that it cost more than the monthly payment for the house on Cherry Road. Not that he has much resentment towards what Steve’s parents do with their money but it just seems… unnecessary. 

He takes a sip from his flute, rustling the jacket resting on his lap before leaning further into the sofa to try and wait this out despite already being here for what seems like hours. Billy gradually looks up again and stares into the other room where he can see Steve and his parents.

He can’t see their faces, but he can see Steve’s. Their backs are turned to him - Steve’s off to the side - they’re merely silhouettes so he can’t tell if his parents are just being gregarious or snobby. Then again, neither of them really talk about their parents so Billy has no clue.

Billy watches as a couple leaves, the discomfort continues to overrule Steve’s face as suddenly another appears and the cycle starts over again for what seems about the hundredth time. He huffs, kicking the shagged carpet beneath him before lowly cursing himself out. Should he have reminded him what they were going to do tonight? Or would Steve have rather stayed here? 

He can’t tell whether or not Steve’s just over some of the pretentious attitudes and comments he’s overheard in the past hour or that he’s trying to break the chain and get over to him so they can do something together. He could always get drunk and wait for Steve to get done, he knows where the brunette keeps a bottle of scotch that he stole from his dad’s liquor cabinet in the office. 

He blinks, lips sucked in to form a seal as he thinks. “Should I go home?” Billy whispers, soft and hurt. There’s not really a point in staying and maybe he can see if Jonathan has anything new to smoke. Deep, contemplative breath.

Billy stands up and discards his glass on the side table next to him before throwing on his coat and grabbing his scarf. Everything from then to going outside flashed by like a blur, nothing of importance really stricken in his mind other than colored sweaters and the sheen of champagne glasses hitting his eye. His breath is almost heavy as he opens the door and a wave of ice rushes over him. It bites at his nose, almost makes him want to itch it but he ventures out regardless. Billy slowly closes it behind him.

Billy sighed softly, eyes falling to the ground. It’s been snowing all day. Coming and going with the wind and dusting every road, house, and tree with freckles of white. Granted, everything was coated before it got too dark and hopefully, the roads weren’t iced over for any of the poor drunks inside. Steam rolled from his mouth as he exhaled before taking a deep breath. Billy threw the end of his scarf over his shoulder and looked out where his car should be, a somber smile passing his lips but twisting into a frown. Steve told him he could park where his family parks.

His feet felt like they were superglued to the deck, that, or like boulders had been tied to the ends of them. Billy bit his bottom lip and fidgeted with his coat pockets, sort of kicked the snow from under him.

He swallowed hastily, a lump bouncing in his throat as he looked out again. Couldn’t pinpoint the emotion to anything else but a pang of burning guilt. Maybe he should have just gone up to him, shouldn’t have made a big deal out of feeling left out, taken him away from his parents so they could go upstairs or leave.

Someone jerked open the sliding doors. Light poured from the inside, Billy twisted around to identify the backlit figure expecting a drunk only to find a breathless, seemingly worried Steve. Billy wanted to furrow his brows and walk off into the snow where he knew damn well Steve wouldn’t go into with house shoes on, but for some reason, he stayed put. Watches as Steve shuts the door behind him and rubs at his arm.

“What are you doing out here?”

Billy doesn’t respond.

Steve seems to catch on, and their eyes lock. 

There have been times when Billy goes outside during a party to catch his breath, maybe sneak around back to talk to Steve about one thing or another, maybe drunkenly make out and hope no one was watching or Tommy had their back. But they hadn’t been to a party for a long while, not since September. And, Billy doesn’t just bring his car keys with him to ‘catch his breath’.

Billy broke contact with a sharp ‘huh’. “Did you forget about me?"

“What? No! Why would you think that?” Steve shuddered, pulling his hands into his sleeves.

Billy looked back up with dagger-like eyes, “Because it seems an awfully lot like you did.”

“Well, I didn’t.”

He could bite back, the very opportunity hanging in front of his nose. But he didn’t. Instead, a familiar quiver caught his lip. Lingering feelings creeping up and forcing his hand to itch at his pocket. Billy shook his head, eyes falling to the ground. 

Steve frowned, aware of the events to follow. He’s known the other long enough to recognize the outline of Marlboros in any pocket. Deep down wishes there was some other habit Billy bid in, but that’s a matter of discussion that needs to be saved for later.

Eventually, the pack came out. Steve chewed on the inside of his cheek as he watched Billy, his lighter flaring until the end emitted a pale red before shakily tucking it away. He shook his head again slow and somber like. 

“I’m sorry.” Billy started, hands moving along with his words. “And it’s not that I don’t want to be here. You’re just,” he sighed, “busy.”

Steve’s lips sealed tightly at the comment. He saw the discomfort present in the other’s sentences, could feel guilt churn in the pit of his stomach. Thing is Steve wasn’t the slightest bit spiteful, he was pissed at himself for not taking action to check up on the other. Not considering bringing another friend with them in case something like this happened. He’s upset because they were supposed to do something together tonight besides this but he forgot and agreed to be here. Steve watched him take a drag, self-spite running through his veins. 

The corners of Steve’s eyes pinched, his throat tightening as he spoke, “No, I’m sorry! This sucks, this whole thing has sucked. I stressed myself out over decorating for the party and was so excited to hang out! I didn’t mean to agree but I forgot! And mom and dad keep introducing me to people. I- I wanted to spend time with you! I didn’t want to be here!” Steve took a step forward before shaky inhale. “This is my fault, this shouldn’t have happened.”

The next few seconds were the two boys staring at one another, each waiting on the other to say something. Billy was at a loss. Steve had a million thoughts streaming through his mind, hoping that the blonde wouldn’t just turn away and leave. 

Eventually, Billy glanced at the door, peering through to check if the blinds were shut as a faint smile appeared. Billy’s lips pressed against Steve’s before he could protest, his hand meeting to cup the brunette’s jaw and brush over the apple of his cheek with his calloused thumb and cigarette in the other. Steve’s tears wetted his cheeks, he didn’t mind it all that much. The shock melted into comfort as Steve cherished the kiss, pouted when Billy slowly pulled away from him. The slight tinge of champagne lingering on the other’s lips, the heat of their bodies giving them a little warmth.

Billy craned his head - albeit Steve was taller - until their foreheads met. 

“Don’t apologize. I get it.” Billy whispered. Steve gave a small, dismissive ‘huff’.

“My boyfriend should come before a stupid party. I should have told them otherwise.” 

Billy shook his head. “The party’s nice. You beat yourself up too much over this kind of stuff, I forget things too. Remember the creek?” 

Steve giggled, lips twisting into a smile. “In July when you were supposed to meet me there and didn’t show up? And I stayed there all night?”

Billy frowned as he thought into it, the bitter call at one in the morning that turned into a week of not talking to one another. It ended nicely though - if ‘nice’ was drunk car sex in the middle of the woods. There wasn’t much of an apology there but hey, they’re still trying to work on things and figure out how exactly relationships work because they aren’t exactly a sixty-year-old couple with forty years of experience behind the boy’s backs.

“I still owe you for that. Sorry.” His eyes fell to the deck as he pulled his head away, bumping his cigarette against his finger and watching the ash fall.

After Steve noticed the shift he got quiet, frowned, and eyes followed Billy’s to the wooden boards below. “Don’t apologize,” Steve echoed with a light smile. Gently Steve grabbed Billy’s scarf and drew him in for a slower, deeper kiss. 

People forget things, that’s human nature. And sometimes they can be a bit dumb about it too. But this was going to be the boy’s first Christmas, granted it wasn’t exactly Christmas yet, but it was important to them both. Spending time with a significant other on a holiday was amazing even if they can’t shout it out to everyone they know. 

These moments always have a sort of energy to them. When the boys share a wordless amalgamation of self-deprecating thoughts after ‘messing something up’ and those little habits come out to bite to express those thoughts oh so clearly.  It’s a ball of weird energy that shines in self-hate that the two have been working to eliminate and hey, they’ve gotten pretty far! But, it’s still there. Smiling in the corner of the boy’s minds. Ready to strike at any moment. It’s just a lot smaller now. 

Because again, don’t have the forty years and that’s perfectly valid even if the two don’t seem to realize it.

Billy leaned into the sweet kiss before Steve drew back. Billy chuckled and wrapped his arms around the other as he tucked his face into Steve’s neck. Steve shook again, this time cuddling up to the other and ravishing in the heat and short breaths coming out of them both.

“I wanna go inside,” Steve mumbled, rubbing at the other’s back.

Billy laughed and slowly pulled away to look at Steve. “Too cold?” 

“I’m in a sweater and sweatpants,” Steve pulled on his scarf again and toyed with the frayed ends. The grin Billy responded with brimmed with bliss, his hand roaming up and held the other’s with a firm hold,

“I’ll meet you inside.”

Steve had ventured back into the party while Billy snuffed his cigarette into the deck, eventually, the two found one another next to the food Steve’s parents had catered instead of cooking this year. Only thing that wasn’t in foil baking trays was the Christmas cookies that Billy had been dying to try ever since Steve brought them up at the beginning of December. Drinks clattered in group cheers from the surrounding areas, the smooth music now bearable. He never expected that a party this foreign to him would turn out for the better. Never thought he would feel… like a part of it? The crystal flutes, richies, and overall appeal still don’t rock with him, but with Steve, he has someone there for him. And that’s all Billy could ever ask for.

Thankfully, he didn’t feel like he was going to projectile vomit champagne anymore… the nausea sort of faded after Steve kissed him outside. Billy turned to Steve, noting the rosy shade still dancing on the apples of his cheeks from outside.

“Your sweater isn’t that ugly,” Billy emphasized, chewing on an ornament-shaped cookie.

Steve shook his head with an amused sigh, sweeping the crumbs from his shirt. “This isn’t that kind of party, if it was I would’ve had you help me make one.”

“Are you sure? Because I don’t think Karen from Fiance got the memo.” Billy pointed into the crowd at the woman in question. Her sweater took the cake for one of the ugliest, tensile hangs from her torso, lights strung all over, buttons on the brink of falling off. “You think she beats her kids over the head with a bible?” Steve rolled his eyes. Billy smirked at the little glare he’d received. “You should have pulled out your grandmother’s cat vests.” 

Steve gagged, eyes wide and ridden with disgust. “Keep talking and you’re going to make me throw up. I never want to see those again.” Billy snorts and Steve shoves him with a laugh, “It’s not funny!”

“But you’re laughing!” Billy remarks and lightly bumps him back returning the bubbling laughter.

A woman seems to overhear their laughs and spins around with the biggest and brightest grin Billy’s ever seen. It kind of startled him. Doesn’t know who she is, doesn’t care to know until he recognizes the cat vest and how familiar those brown, round doe eyes are. She runs up to them, curls bouncing on her shoulders as she approaches with a drink in hand. Mrs. Harrington gasped, grabbing onto Steve’s sweater with eyes darting between both boys, “Is this Billy?”

Steve smirks and rolls his eyes again. “Hi, Mom. I’m back Mom.” She lightly wacks him in the arm. “Yes! This is Billy.”

Her eyes lit up, dazzled with happiness as she stuck her attention on the blonde as he snuck another cookie in his mouth. “Steve talks about you all the time!”

“What? No, I don’t!” Steve’s eyebrows knit together as he tried to defend himself but deep down knew there was no hope, especially after Billy gave him that smug but appreciative little look as his mom went on her story-telling rampage. 

Billy laughs, almost in disbelief, “Really?”

“He talks about all of his friends, really. But, oh! When it comes to you he goes on and on and on, he really thinks you’re something.” Billy watched as the tips of Steve’s ears tinted themselves red and smirked. An interesting conversation for later. “I’m so upset that I haven’t been able to meet you until now! You two are always out or asleep by the time I get home.”

Billy’s brows quirked in an expression of sarcasm. “Well, thank you for not waking me up at two in the morning to introduce yourself.”

Mrs. Harrington chuckled, shaking her head before putting her hand on Steve’s shoulder. “I’m going to go get another drink. Oh, and Billy!” She paused and made eye contact, “If you want to come over for Christmas, you’re more than welcome too! Just tell Steve so I know.”

Billy’s brows flew upwards, blush rising and Steve picking it up instantly. She waved goodbye before walking around them and going off on her journey into another room. The boys stared again, each waiting on the other to say something until the brunette spoke up.

"She likes you," Steve muttered, ears still red as ever.

"You talk about me to her? I think that's cute."

He huffed. Had to stop himself from leaning against the other to hide his face. "Mom likes knowing what friends are up to."

Billy loosely smiled, slowly bumping into Steve with his hip before getting a light bump back. “You look a lot like her.” Steve shook his head.

“Not as much as my dad,” Steve turned to see if he was there and frowned when he didn’t see the other but slowly faded into a smile. “I don’t know where he is, he would have loved to meet you.”

The boys got quiet again.

Billy cleared his throat, his head tilted down as if to duck away to hide his blush and the movement didn’t go unnoticed by Steve. “About coming over for Christmas-” 

“I want you to.” He softly tugged on his jacket to get his attention. Eventually, Billy made eye contact, grinned with a chuckle following behind. Christmas with Steve? His caring boyfriend, twenty million cookies, a few possible presents, and… some loving parents? 

Billy couldn’t be happier.

[yikesharringrove]

I had this idea- do you think that tommy would be the one to out steve, it think that once Tommy finds out he would spray paint something about steve being a f*g ?

So, I’ve said this before, but I am uncomfortable using the f-slur (for a myriad of reasons) so I bleeped it like you did, and I lowkey hate how it looks in the fic, but I can’t even bring myself to write it :/

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Steve was staring up at the marquee.

He knew this move.

The Hawk was on the main road, the biggest street in the whole damn town. Everyone passed it for one reason or another almost every day.

That’s why Tommy had suggested it when Steve was looking for revenge on Nancy.

But now, it was his turn.

Steve Harrington’s a f-g.

It was concise, to the point.

Tommy was never particularly eloquent when he was mad.

But it got the job done.

Told the whole town.

Steve should’ve let Billy beat the shit out of him. He had offered anyway.

Tommy had found out Steve was with a guy. He didn’t tell Steve how, just asked him how his little boyfriend is. Asked him how it felt to take it up the ass. Called him a pillowbiter.

And Steve had frantically relayed it to Billy, who had puffed up with righteous damn fury, and said he was gonna pummel the freckled bastard ‘til he’s inside out!

And Steve had grabbed his wrist, and unleashed his best puppy dog eyes and said or you could hold me until I feel better.

And apparently Tommy had taken the opportunity to strike.

He heard light footsteps behind him, felt a warm hand on his shoulder.

“I saw it through the window.” Melvald’s was located just across the street. Steve wonders how long Mrs. Byers had watched him stare at the words. “I already called Greg. Told him his theater got vandalized again. He’ll clean it up.”

Steve just nodded, didn’t make eye contact with her.

“Can I call someone to take you home?” Her voice was soft. Like she knew he was seconds away from cracking in half. “My shift is about to start. But I could call Jon.”

“Um, thank you, but I can call someone.” She led him into Melvald’s, let him use the phone in the break room as she put on her smock.

He dialed quickly.

“Hargrove-Mayfields.” Billy always answered the phone with the same bored expression.

“Um, hi. It’s me.”

“What’s wrong?” Steve didn’t make a habit of calling Billy at home, didn’t want to accidentally give his dad any more ammunition.

“Can you come drive me home? I’m kinda, I don’t know if I can drive right now.” Joyce threw him a sympathetic look. She sat down next to him, softly rubbing his shoulder.

“Steve, where are you? I’m coming for you, don’t go anywhere.” Billy sounded frantic.

“I’m at Melvald’s. With Mrs. Byers.” Steve could hear Billy relax to know he was with someone, someone that could, that would take care of him.

“I’ll be there in ten. I love you.”

“Thanks, Bill. I love you.” He wouldn’t have said it in front of someone else, but he guesses the cat’s outta the bag anyway.

“I’m glad he’s coming for you.” Steve nodded slowly.

“Thank you.” For letting him use the phone, for being so kind, for not calling him a disgusting freak, a pervert.

She sat with him until they heard the Camaro screech to a halt outside.

They left the quiet room just as Billy was stomping his way inside. He tugged Steve into an empty aisle, out of the way of the big front windows.

“Is this, about the, the theater?” Steve nodded.

Billy was tense, his muscles coiled tight, ready to snap.

“I’m gonna fucking kill Tommy. What a piece of disgusting shit.” Billy was pacing the aisle, his hands flexing, shoulders rolling.

“I’m sorry.” He stopped in his tracks, glaring back at Steve.

“Don’t you dare apologize for his fuckery.”

“But now, it’s not safe for you to be seen with me. People will talk, they’ll say that, we’re, you know. That.” Billy seemed to deflate before his very eyes.

“Lemme take you home. We’ll talk at your place. And this is not your fault.”

“But if I had, if I hadn’t stopped you from, from talking to him-”

“That’s a moot point, Stevie. He woulda done this shit anyway.” He looked intently at Steve until he nodded, then turned on his heel to march back to his car.

Steve threw a grateful wave to Joyce as they left, his face heating up when she winked at him.

Steve pointedly didn’t look at the theater, the words currently being scrubbed at by two disgruntled Hawk employees.

Just let Billy take him home, let himself think about a place where maybe this didn’t happen, where maybe Steve and Billy could hold hands without being terrified.

[spnsmile]

"I believe in her."

Cas couldn't take his eyes away from Dean. Even when Sam left, all he could do is stare and when Dean notices, he returns it with intent.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"You don't really believe her, right? Billie?"

"Why the sudden change of mind?" Dean takes a sip of his beer. Castiel looks at him thoughtfully.

"Sam's just... Asking the right question, I mean. What's her end game? What happens if Jack succeeds? What's next...?"

"Ain't it paradise?"

Castiel pauses. He didn't think Dean would remember so continues frowning and watched Dean straighten himself as much as his bowlegs would allow.

"Well, no choice but go with the greater of the two evils, Cas. And right now the guy who's planning the old comedy "wipe out the world" takes the cake."

"Dean, she's Death. As far as I'm concerned if any entity out there wants you dead for good, it's her. You're not worried she could use this opportunity to get you? Like killing two birds with blunt force of one stone... in one very violent throw... Don't laugh, she of all people wants you dead."

Cas swallows hard, the idea cementing in his brain now he's vocal about it.

And Dean just chuckles?

"She could. But if she's using us to get rid of Chuck, then that means wanting me dead also takes the back burner. For now we see eye to eye. Chuck has to go first dibs. If she needs to use us then we gotta hold hands, run up to the sunset and see where she takes us."

"That is highly optimistic view, even for you, Dean. Considering she's been trying to get you killed

"She's death, it's her obsession, Cas. Talking about death." the hunter smirks, making the angel bristle.

"This isn't funny, Dean."

"I know, Cas. You know I get it, okay. But whatever she's got drawn up her blue print, doesn't change the fact that she still gotta line up the queue." Dean shrugs and it's not nonchalance that Castiel sees in his eyes.

It's absolute faith for this cause. One where Dean will be fighting with him until the last battle.

Until his last breath. After that, what?

Castiel closes his eyes.

"I'm saying I don't want you to die." he finally says, all raw emotions out. He feels Dean look his way, know the startled expression is in there without needing to look and hates it.

Why Dean always need to be surprise when someone tells him they don't want him dead never ceases to anger him.

Like Dean believes everyone wants him dead. Then again, considering things he's been through...

"Hey, Cas?"

Castiel engages the man with a look.

And like its not enough that they've been throwing furtive looks at each other in the presence of Sam, the man has the gall to stand and seat in that distracting position where he can fully see the man's lips and thick bowlegs presenting just within his reach while smiling like he know what he's doing.

The way Dean can look so full of affection with green eyes that just flickers expressively towards his direction with long lashes dusting his freckled cheeks. The way he opens his emotions to Castiels without restraint, letting him glimpse the soul so bright in its form he once rebuilt

I want closer

But he stays where he is, even when Dean openly invites him silently to come closer, his eyes expectant and soft and full of love.

Cas remains where he is perched.

Control. He gives it seven seconds count to take over the reel of feelings pulling him to Dean. The same way when Dean's eyes were grateful and bursting and happy, almost singing praises when they reconciled after his solemn prayer. Dean is gazing at him with the same adoration same loving affection overflowing and so full of hope.

So full of love. Something Castiel knows he cannot accept so he ducks his eyes. He knows exactly why the pull is strong this time. It's Dean. Dean's longing.

Dean's prayers.

So loud and intense. It wants him.

It's madness how the tables have turned. Unlike before where the boat is tipping on his side, this time, Dean's the one putting the weight. Dean's the one screaming in silence of his love.

But he can't. Not yet.

He has a mission here otherwise... He thinks of Jack and the mission.

Focus...

But it's too late when he looked up, he only sees Dean smile sadly and nod, before finishing the last whiskey on his glass, the sparks in his eyes dimming.

Dean wipes his chin with the back of his hand, his lips making smacking sound too loud to ignore.

"See you later, Cas." he says quietly, monotone and Castielf, angel that he is feels the swift slap of coldness on his skin. The worst was when Dean turns to go without meeting Castiel's eyes even when the angel has pushed himself off his wall and was waiting, but Dean goes- moves away.

Dean is leaving him and thwe sharp jab on the organ functioning as his heart makes Castiel call Dean back.

"Wait." He finds his hand curling on Dean's elbow, pulling him back.

"Dean." he hesitates, unable to pluck up the courage to say in fear that he might say too much. But ever as it happens, it's Dean who easrs him out of his misery with a simple flicker on his eyes and careful smile.om his lips. Castiel relaxes. Dean is still looking deeply in his eyes. "I want some."

"Want something from me?" Dean licks his lips, then raises both eyebrows when Cas eyes empty glass he's holding. "Oh." and Dean laughs in embarassment for some reason, the flush color on his cheeks gives Cas a wonderful view of his tanning freckles.

"Wanna drink with me?"

"Yeah, so bad, I'm thirsty for you."

Dean is in love with him and the hunter isn't even trying to hide it anymore. These are the thoughts that played across Castiel's mind as he sit with Dean in the library, listening to Deam praise him, Dean giving him all his attention and Dean being just too endearing.

Tried as he might not to fall for it like when Dean was praying to him in Purgatory, Castiel can't help gazing back with the same contentment and joy. Overflowing happiness of just sitting here, talking and talking like they haven't spoken to each other in years.

And the best part?

Dean's smiling unbiddenly with eyes just taking in Castiel. He sees the way Dean catches him smile, the way Dean's cheeks blushes. Castiel was glad there was a table between them or he was afraid what his instincts might do on impulse with Dean being like that.

He wants to kiss him. Instead, grabs his glasses without really drinking. He just listens to Dean's voice. Listen to Dean talk to him and it reminds suddenly of his fear of losing everything.

He realizes there's too little time to be with Dean so he memorizes everything. He memorizes a lot, even the exact moment Dean throws that wonderful look and raises a glass in his direction.

Cas' heart leaps in the air and he too is smiling and loving Dean so much, the only pull back to his heart when they toasted is the fact he can't tell Dean.

He wouldn't think about it for now. He too has faith in his choice and that is Jack. He is choosing Jack. Jack who is the answer to Castiel's crumbling faith whenever he thinks of the number of ways he can lose Dean.

"Hey."

Castiel looks up. He didn't notice Dean already standing in front of him. The angel blinks.

"What?"

"I was just telling Jody good night. She just called, asking how everybody is... And i told her I'm a very good kid today. She told me I'm drunk." Dean pouts.

"You want me to detoxify you?" Castiel tilts his head inquiringly. Dean stares with heavy eyes.

"Yeah, may need to drive."

"Where are you going?" Castiel frowns, a hand already raised. Dean blinks then slowly levels his eyes on the angel sitting in the chair.

"Somewhere. I feel happy, you see... But sad too... So I already spent my happy here with you. Time to go crush the bad. So driving."

"Why are you sad?" he cups Dean's face in alarm, his little world on his hand. So he wasn't mistaken. Behind Dean's eyes...

"It's okay..." Dean smiles, "Everyone's a little sad inside."

"Why?" he insists.

A long pause. Dean blinks slowly.

"Can't be together, you and I... So i gotta... Uh... Have to deal the sad without you...if we can't be together..."

"But we're together here."

Dean shakes his head. "I'm choosing. So are you. In the end we're gonna... I'm gonna have to deal with myself alone. There's no you out there. I have to prepare."

"Dean, what the hell are you talking about?" he hears him but he cannot understand him. Dean kneels in front of him all of a sudden, both hands taking Castiel's hands and clasping them with his own. The look Dean gives him after that is pure and honest, like souls bursting of its true form.

"I'm saying I understand why you can't... We can't. I understand it's the world or us... And that's not even a choice. I'm saying I understand you're the only angel who can save the world. So i want you to do it without holding back. Without thinking about whether I live or die. I want you to do that, Cas."

Castiel gasps. He sees no doubt in Dean's eyes. Watches as Dean brings his hand to his lips gently.

"Me dying doesn't compare to the world, Cas. So dont worry about me or Billie or whatever hell. You got your hands full, I got mine. So... i gotta drive."

Castiel sighs, then kisses Dean on the forehead. Clarity returns in the green eyes that blinks at him in surprise. Then Castiel stands up, nearly knocking Dean on his feet.

"I'm going with you."

"No, Cas. This is not the point-"

"I don't understand the point alright. I don't." Castiel grabs Dean's collar, sharp eyes full of meaning. "Don't make me understand why after everything... why after everything I've done, I'm still not going to be allowed to stay with you. I won't understand. And if this universe insists that? They're going to have to make a different bargain because I want you at the end of the road, Dean. It's you I think about when I think of win. And when that happens, I'll tell you loud and clear. I'll tell you what you already know. What I can't tell you now. I will. And it's not goodbye. So hold on to me. I will always find you. Do you believe me?"

It takes one smile from Dean and their foreheads pressing together.

"I believe you, Cas." ✨

[hotforharrington]

Goody Two Shoes (Pt. 1/6)

Pairing: billy hargrove x reader

Warnings: light swearing, underage drinking, smoking, I think that’s all?

Notes: Italics are thoughts and emphasis... if you guys like it i might write a part 2... So this was slightly inspired by the song “Good Girls” by 5sos, I haven’t written fanfiction in so long so this is probably garbage and I apologize in advance :): feedback is appreciated tho!

Series Masterlist

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The alarm clock blared and you threw your pillow over your head. God... did I get any sleep last night? You thought to yourself.

Reluctantly, you pulled yourself out of bed and looked in your closet for your outfit for the day. You grabbed a red checkered blouse and a knee length jean skirt. After brushing your teeth and adding a light layer of natural make up to your freckled face, you got dressed and ready for the day. You adjusted your white sneakers and put on your glasses. This will do, You looked in the mirror thought to yourself.

You walked down the stairs of your beautiful house to be greeted by your parents with a delicious and healthy breakfast made for you.

“Good morning, (Y/N)!” Your mother said with a shining smile on her face.

“Morning.” You responded rather blandly. The lack of sleep from the night before did not agree with you.

Your father looked away from the newspaper he was reading, chuckled, then said, “What’s got you in a mood, Sweet Pea? Stay up too late studying?”

“Yeah Dad, I have a super important test in math today and don’t wanna bomb it...” You responded.

“Our little girl... she’s such a hard worker! We are so blessed to have such a studious and diligent daughter!” Your mother beamed with pride.

Your response was just a soft smile and you continued to shove some eggs and fruit into your mouth before quickly saying to your parents, “Okay guys gotta run! Don’t wanna be late for my first class of the day!”

You scurried to grab your book bag, kiss both your parents on the cheek, and get out the door.

So, your parents might not know the real you. But what they don’t know won’t hurt them. Including the fact that you snuck out with some friends to drink and smoke last night and that you weren’t actually concerned about your math test at all. You really were a good student, but you never needed to study. You were one of those kids that paid enough attention in class, and the A’s and B’s on tests came naturally. So, when your parents thought you’d stay up late studying, you were really taking the opportunity to sneak out, and do whatever your heart desired. By day you were the goody two shoes that your parents knew you as, but by night, you did anything and everything you wanted.

After a short walk to Hawkins High, you were digging through your locker for the books you’d need for the school day. As you closed your locker and turned around to walk to your class, someone caught your eye.

That someone was Billy Hargrove, the school’s newest eye candy.

God he was hot, and you wanted to have all his attention.

But now was not the place or time. Here- at school- you were good girl (Y/N), and the teachers, staff, and principal had to know you as that reputation. You wouldn’t let one bad boy be the reason you lost your status of “perfect student” and “little miss can’t do anything wrong!”

Billy noticed you checking him out and you felt your cheeks go a little pink. Tommy and Carol scoffed at the idea of you thinking you had a shot with Billy Hargrove.

“That’s (Y/N). Total nerd, total goody two shoes.” Tommy said to Billy not-so-secretly.

“She’s totally not your type.” Carol added.

Billy looked at you with a smile, then walked off with Tommy and Carol following behind like lost puppies.

That really got your blood boiling. That’s when you had it set in your mind that you were going to prove those two wrong at their party tonight.

——

The rest of the day went by smoothly and you enjoyed dinner with your parents.

You decided you would fake a migraine and ‘go to bed early’.

After convincing your parents of that lie, you creeped up the stairs and into your bedroom. You scanned the back of your closet, where you kept most of the clothes you would wear in these instances. Clothes your parents would never allow you to be seen out of the house in. You grabbed your tight fitting black pants to make sure you accentuated your ass. Then you grabbed a thin cheetah print blouse and buttoned it up leaving just enough of the shirt open to show off what you have to offer.

You added a bit more make up and did your hair before opening up your bedroom window and climbing down to meet your friends and get to the party.

——

You pulled up to the party scene and walked into the house that was thumping from the music. You squeezed through the sea of people, finding your way to the kitchen to get yourself a drink to boost your confidence. As you walked through the crowd, you heard as your fellow classmates gawked, whistled, and asked one another, “Is that (Y/N)?!”

You kinda thought it was funny that so many people had never thought of you this way, considering you and your friends would pull all kinds of cliche ‘bad girl’ scenarios often. You tended to steer clear of the party scene, not wanting to be the talk of the town, but tonight was different. Tonight was about proving Tommy and Carol wrong, and letting Billy see the real you.

You took a shot of whiskey and got yourself a plastic cup full of whatever the punch was and started to move deeper into the crowd of people. Music blared and you danced in the group of people, constantly hearing things like “Damn, (Y/N) I didn’t know you were cool” and “I can get on board with this (Y/N!)”

You loved being your authentic self in front of these people you’ve known for years.

After grinding on just about everyone within the dance floor and swaying loosely to the beat of various songs, your drunken mind remembered why you came to this party in the first place. As you turned to look for Hawkins’ new hottie, you ran into a bare chest covered only by a leather jacket. A nicely smelling cologne and cigarette smoke filled the air around him. The collision made your drink slosh a small amount of booze onto the floor next to the dude’s shoes. You looked down, slightly embarrassed, and said “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!”

Before you were able to see who you were dealing with, the familiar voice of Carol screeched over the music, “Wow (Y/N), can you even handle your alcohol? You should probably head home now and get back to studying.” Tommy chuckled at her comments and the two walked away.

You felt your face turn a bright cherry red.

When you looked up to gage the reaction of your accidental victim, you saw the face of none other than Billy Hargrove.

This was far from the interaction you planned on with him for tonight.

With a confused look on his face he said, “Aren’t you (Y/N)? Or does she have a sexy, badass twin sister?” He said with a smirk.

“Yup, that’s me. Not the twin sister thing, just (Y/N).”

Billy slightly chuckled.

God you sound so stupid, shut up and run away while you can, you thought to yourself.

“Anyways it was nice talking to you, see you around school.” You said and you dashed out the front door to get some air and cool down your blushing red face.

You sat down on the steps in front of the house and were in desperate need of a cigarette, so you pulled one out of the pack. That’s when you realized you forgot your lighter at home.

“Damn it!” You said in frustration. Could this night get any worse? You thought to yourself.

You then heard footsteps coming up behind you. Sitting on the steps, you were accompanied by the smell of cologne and cigarette smoke. The smells were easily recognizable- it was Billy.

Your cigarette still sat in your hand that was still slightly trembling from frustration.

You decided to shake the last few minutes off and play the part with confidence. You took a swig of your drink and said, “Got a light?”

“Anything for you, princess.” His gruff voice responded.

The simple nickname made your heart pitter patter. He assisted you in lighting up and you two sat and smoked together.

It was silent for a bit, and you couldn’t help but wonder why he was sitting here with you. Why wasn’t he inside making out with some girl the whole school labeled as easy? He could be doing anything and it would be way better than sitting outside, smoking on the steps, with the sound of the music muffled from the inside of the house.

Billy broke the silence by saying, “So I thought you were some good girl? Liked what you saw and wanted to come over to the dark side with me?”

You couldn’t help but scoff.

“You wish Hargrove,” You responded, “These kids don’t know the real me. They know the show I put on for the adults in my life. I get good grades to keep the peace with my parents and teachers but I don’t resist my desire to rebel.”

Billy had licked his lips and smirked, “Well damn. When I saw you in the hall today, I had this whole big plan to lure you into becoming a bad girl.”

You let out a small laugh, “Nah Hargrove, This good girl is just a bad girl that hasn’t been caught.” You said in a fiery tone, then you looked him in the eye and winked, “I like having fun. Doing things I know I shouldn’t... Trying new things that I may or may not regret in the future...” you continued.

You finished your cigarette and stomped it out underneath your boot. Your eyes stayed glued to the ground, wondering if you were saying the right things to get this boy’s attention.

Billy was enticed by the way the words from this conversation had rolled off your tongue. He slowly slid on the step, closing the gap between the two of you. His fingers lightly gripped your chin to aim your focus towards him. You stared into his eyes that were sparkling pools of bright blue.

In this moment, you felt as though your heart was going to beat out of your chest.

You eyed Billy’s lips and noticed him lick them, making them glisten in the moonlight.

Is Billy Hargrove going to kiss me right now? He hardly knows me? What is happening? These thoughts and more ran through your head but as he leaned in, you couldn’t care less about the circumstances. All you knew was you wanted his lips on yours.

In a light whisper, he said, “Maybe you and I could try some things we may or may not regret in the future...”

Those words sent shivers down your spine.

Your eyes closed and you felt his lips softly crash onto yours. You could’ve sworn sparks flew. It was as if an electricity held at your chests and drew you both together.

You allowed him to deepen the kiss. His hands shifted toward your hips and yours ran up behind his neck.

He pulled away, sort of unexpectedly, and said softly, “Sorry, I just really wanted to try that.” He said confidently and stood up.

Your mind was still baffled from the heat of the moment before and you just gazed up at him.

“I’d better get back to the party before people start looking for me. I’ll see you around, princess.” He said with a wink and headed back inside.

Even though Tommy and Carol didn’t witness it, you knew you proved them wrong and that gave you all the satisfaction you needed.

Little did you know, this was only the beginning of your rendezvous with Billy Hargrove and you’d be sneaking out less to go to rebel with your friends, and more often you’d be sneaking him in through your bedroom window.

Read Part 2 Here

[hiyo-silver]

"What's Up You Guys It's Me, Bdenbrough!" - coming out to my friends??

Summary: Bill finally gathers the courage to tell the people closest to him who he really is, and he gets a better result than expected.

Chapters 1 2 3 4 5 6 7/8 + ao3

Taglist: @fuckboykaspbrak @thesquidliesthuman @rachi0964 @beepbeep-losers @bigbilliamdenbro @jalenrose11 @sleepygaybrough @itandstrangerthingsfanfic @boopboopbichie @peachywyatt @aizeninlefox @sockwantstodie @ahoybyeler @yooonbum @coffeekaspbrak @sedanleystanley @hazelash

For months upon months Bill’s posts are exclusively art, nothing personal, anywhere. All his Instagram pictures are of his drawings and sketches and water color works in progress. Tumblr has a few reblogged text posts here and there, but mostly only updates on his creative works. There isn’t much to update, just that he’s living his life a little happier than he was before.

He’d been deeply scolded for chopping all his hair off but the anger didn’t last long. After all, Sharon and Zach often forget they have another son now that Georgie is gone. So now everything has been better, they ignore it now and he’s not able to ignore how much happier he’s gotten since he made the first steps to becoming himself. He hasn’t done anything but bind and cut his hair, but at least he can put a name to it all.

His next plan is to actually tell the people he sees on a day to day basis. They have probably noticed the change, he really should tell them. He’s thirteen now, it’s a beautiful spring day, right on the verge of summer, the cusp of the seasons balancing nicely. It’s not too hot, just nice.

He sits criss cross on his trampoline in the back yard, wearing a white v neck over his sports bras, denim shorts cut from blue jeans on as his bottoms, falling just above the knee with the light string fraying around the edge. He pulls out his camera to film now, a nice intro outside with the sweet chirp of birds and the rustle of the crisp green leaves.

He finally presses play, brushing his hair back with his hands, using his fingers are the teeth of a comb, he’s gotten far out of the habit of actually brushing his hair regularly. It isn’t too necessary, he’s just been trimming his hair shorter and shorter, shorter on the sides than on the top, and he can about handle the middle long pieces with just running his hands through it from time to time.

His freckles are popping up now from his regular exposure to sunlight, more like having the light stream through his open window shades as he sketches. It’s nice, soothing. The way he’s learned to cope being romanticising every part of his life that he can. It makes everything seem more worth it, he’s told his viewers, and he really hopes the ones in low places try it out.

He smiles at the camera, his eyes gleaming in the light of the early afternoon. “What u-up you guys it’s m-me, bdenbrough. A lot h-has changed since we last t-talked face to face. Call me B-Billy now. A guy, real n-nice boy right here,” he says with a smooth smile, he’s gotten so much more well off since he’s been spending more time as himself, and it’s about to get better now that he’ll be out to the people he cares about.

“Today I-I’ll be telling my fr-friends the same thing I j-just told you, m-my new name and stuff. And y-you guys get to join me!” he giggles nervously, not sure how they’ll react. Especially Richie, he points out how he’s a girl a lot of the time. He hopes he understands and he’s not upset with him, he’s almost as close to him as Eddie is.

He puts his palm against the camera as a lazy transition to the next scene, he sets he and Mike and Stan up in the living room on the couch to tell them both at once. He tells them a complete lie about what this video is. He feels so sneaky about it, this is one of the biggest deals of his life, at least when it comes to a positive one.

They get a few minutes into the storytime until Stan casually uses Bill’s deadname in the story, not knowing the new one. Bill takes the opportunity. “Speaking of me, I have s-something to tell you,” he says, feeling adrenaline pump through his body.

“I’m thinking about just g-going by Bill now,” he says in a soft voice. He always imagined himself more confident in this situation, but he doesn’t blame himself, it’s a big deal. Stan and Mike each look perplexed for a moment.

“Sounds good, Billy,” Mike says with a smile, pulling Bill into a hug seeing as he’s seated right next to him on the couch. Stan leans in to hug too, smiling big for the two of them, he’s proud of Bill for being able to come out to them.

The next hug he gets is from Eddie at the quarry, he’d come out to him as he threw pebbles over the edge with the smaller and more nervous boy. He’s told “I don’t think of you any different, you’re still my best friend,” in the way of Eddie’s small and quivering voice. “I’m proud of you, so much. I love you, Bill,” he says, rubbing Bill’s back firmly before pulling away.

The next person he tells is Ben, over a book at the library. He pulls out a book that he knows mentions transness and gender issues. He opens to the page about being a transsexual. “I think I’m l-like this, Ben. I want y-you to call me a boy. And B-Bill, I like that name for me a lot,” he says softly. Ben obviously agrees.

“I’m sorry you’ve been dealing with this for so long, that’s gotta be awful. If there’s any way I can help you at all ever seriously let me know. I care about you, Bill,” the boy says, putting his hand carefully on Bill’s arm.

Next comes telling Beverly. It feels harder because of his feelings for her, he’s genuinely scared of her opinion. He tells her to be pleasantly surprised though, she pulls him close and whispers in his ear, “Thank God, I get to be the only badass redhead chick, you can be my male sidekick,” she chuckles quietly right to his ear after she says it and before pulling back.

He tells Richie over a cigarette on his porch as the sun sets. He’s the last one he tells that day. He gets a playful smile in response. “I guess I’ll have to find a new nickname to tease you with to fit your name, huh? Big Bill,” Richie says, nudging Bill’s side as he takes a pull of the cigarette and hands it over to Bill.

Bill couldn’t be happier with how this turned out. All of them reacted better than he ever could have hoped, and he’s elated over it. High on the validation, flying to cloud nine.

[orionwhispers]

Devil Like Me (Part I)

(A/N Hi everyone!This is Part I of my new Klaus fic “Devil Like Me” I've had this idea for years and thought maybe other people would enjoy reading it. Part II should be up soon, my inbox is always open!Hope you enjoy.) 

Then 

Sipping bitter cherry vodka from a chewed red solo cup, you swayed to the thud of the music blaring from the radio of a rusty Cherokee Jeep, fingertips gathering at the bottom of the silk dress you had borrowed from your best friend. Partying wasn't something you were used to, but it was approaching the anniversary and you needed a release from the thoughts swirling in your own head. The atmosphere of the evening was odd, the forest seemed eerily beautiful despite the slaughters that had occurred recently, you knew it was stupid, unbelievably stupid to be out somewhere so potentially dangerous but you couldn't help feeling strangely comfortable.

Cold hands pressed against the tips of your shoulder blades sending goosebumps down your spine, you spun around coming face to face with a green-eyed girl with a mess of curly auburn hair.

"Jesus, Jasmine! You scared the crap out of me!” 

She smiled brightly, her cat-like eyes crinkling at the corners as she swung a freckled arm around your neck.

"Y/N, relax!" she giggled "You looked like you were in your own world back there, I thought you'd been possessed." 

You rolled your eyes and shoved her slightly, resting your head on hers, both of you relishing in the warmth of another person.

I'm glad you came," she muttered careful not to attract prying ears "I wasn't sure you would.”

"Me neither," you hummed watching the liquid in your cup slosh against the side "Anything better than playing Cluedo with Aunt Jean and eating dry biscuits.”

The redhead gave you a small smile and punched your arm playfully,

 "C'mon no time for moping, I'm gonna go get another drink, don't think I can survive tonight sober. You want anything?" You shook your head but thanked her anyway, watching as she danced off into the crowd.

You managed to find a moment of solace pressed against a large oak tree, happily watching the night unfold from the background until something caught your eye. Staring off into the distance, eyebrows furrowed, was a girl in your biology class. You didn't know her that well but tried to catch her gaze with a friendly smile as she glanced around cautiously. She started to stumble into the trees as if she was following a voice, tumbling out of her expensive heels, legs askew like Bambi learning to walk. Almost unconsciously you followed her, worried for her wellbeing. You'd been to parties like this before and seen the results of a bad trip, and it wasn't safe for her to be wandering alone, especially after the previous incidents.  

"Sarah?" You shouted stepping over fallen branches and wet moss "Where the hell did you go?" you murmured, surprised at not being able to spot the girl who seconds earlier looked like she was walking on ice. You were starting to regret your decision, no longer surrounded by the comfort of the party, you were greeted with eerie silence and a darkness that didn't seem to end.

"Sarah? Please come out and talk to me?" The trees crowded together up above making it impossible for the silver moon to shine through.  Claustrophobia was seeping through your veins, but you could see something in the distance, the outline of a person stood in a small clearing of tall pine trees.

"Sara-" You started but suddenly you froze, unable to form any words, she wasn't standing, she was being held up by someone or something. The darkness was disorientating but you held your ground, squinting in the black, something had her, nails around her collar, head buried in her throat. She was limp like a ragdoll, blonde hair dangling in the breeze, no control over her limbs.  

"Get off her!'' you yelped, surprised at the courage you had managed to pluck up as you stumbled forward. Its head rose up, slowly, confidently, not disturbed by your presence.  It looked like a man, but it wasn't, it couldn't be. Veins darting across its face, black as the forest you were trapped in, eyes red like wildfire. Its gaze met yours, and you felt bile rise at the back of your throat, stomach burning with acid. With one slow movement, it wiped its sleeve across its jaw, and that's when you noticed it, thick, hot, red blood staining its mouth. As soon as he was there he was gone, leaving you alone with the lifeless corpse of a friend, and one question surging around your head.

Why did he not kill you too?

Now 

When you were first looking for a place to disappear, you figured it would be ridiculous to seek refuge in a village so similar to where you first met. You were trying to forget, and being surrounded by constant reminders of the past wasn't exactly the way to do so. However, as you now strode the familiar route to the diner where you worked, you were glad for the comforting smell of the ocean. It had been almost two years now, and you had slept in more beds than you could count, changed location almost once a week, sometimes more, but you felt at home in this sleepy town, albeit a temporary one.  

The bell above the door rang as you stepped inside, grateful for the welcoming smell of warm pancakes and cinnamon coffee. Billy gave you a smile from behind the counter, which you returned happily as you pulled on your apron and grabbed your pencil and notebook. Diners like these were safe for temporary jobs, lots of other young women became waitresses when they wanted to escape and you just slotted in like a mannequin amongst all the other faces. 

A few hours later and it was still relatively quiet, just a few friendly regulars ordering their usuals, so with Billy's permission you sat down at a table to have your break. Croissant in one hand and iced tea in the other you relaxed in a cherry booth, scouring the newspaper from a few towns over for any vacancies. You had done cities, Berlin, Rome, Paris, but you never felt content there, too many people and besides, they all reminded you of him. You shook your head immediately, not allowing thoughts of him to break the barrier you had spent the last two years building. It was your choice to leave, so you had to deal with it.

You clocked out just as the sun was setting, a fiery rose and red over the dozy town. Tonight you deviated from your usual route, using the sky as an opportunity to lounge on a bench overlooking the shores, inhaling the salty air. You heard them before you saw them. You weren't sure how many but there was definitely more of them than you, in that moment your only option was to run. Slowly, you started shifting from your seat getting ready to sprint off into the distance, this wasn't the first time they had come for you. At least you had the advantage of the modest cottage you were renting, from there you would be able to keep them out long enough to make a plan and maybe even get to the car you had on standby for situations like this.

But first, you needed to get away and as soon as you heard the crack of the grass behind your head, you were off. They were behind you though, fast like deer and strong like elephants. You mentally cursed yourself for allowing a night off, you were never this careless. One of them was behind you, slowly inching closer, he was much more powerful than you were especially now you only drank limited amounts of blood from hospitals nearby. You sped up, dodging rocks and debris but he was too close, his fingers grasping the threads on your worn parka. Another one managed to grab your shoulder, jerking you back into his chest, you let out a cry but refused to admit defeat, clawing at him like a wounded animal. Two others grabbed your limbs, preventing you from struggling, despite everything they were being gentle with you and you knew why.

"Calm down Y/N" one of them murmured as you writhed around struggling to break free. “We're just here to take you home, he's spent two years looking for you, you know." His voice an accusing pitch, as if he knew anything about your past and what had transpired.

 At the mention of him your heart clenched, it had never been your intention to hurt him, but you had to leave. You knew what the answer would be but you still needed to ask, "Who are you taking me to?" his eyes met yours as his hands clasped around your throat, ready to twist.

"Klaus."

Then your world went blank, as you sunk into the heavy arms around you.

[damian-fluffy-doge]

Okay so, I been pretty much doing changes and story develop in the AU the past months, So I am leaving pictures according to the text, i still have places to fill, and gotta talk about ghost mark and power matt but I will update it soon

Also my friend  skitlesthehusky (From Da)  Help me rewrite some parts or make it sound fluent so, a big thanks ;;;

Also, this AU was created back in mid january, having a pic of navy tom posted ^-^

The basic thing about this Au is that Tom is the member that leaves to follow his dreams elsewhere, being these seven years (or perhaps much less) in which the others keep having adventures, sometimes without realizing it as usual.

Tom does not belong to the army, but to the navy because he enjoys being near the sea. The army used to bring bitter memories of when he went to war with the rest of his friends (Moving Targets), which was not a good experience for him

Not to be confused with Matt's World, although the idea is similar, Swapworld was created 4 months before this and already had designed the leader of the navy.

Tord (Weeaboo)

Tord retains his taste for anime, occasionally hentai, sometimes it may seem like he is just hermit; leaving his room just to grab a snack and watch television, or just sleeping at the couch.

He is an occasional smoker, sometimes when stressed.

He has notorious eye bags, sometimes he may be in a bad mood and just yell.

Usually it is the one that speaks less because he thinks that he could say something unnecessary.

The colors of his clothes are dull to match his personality.

Sometimes he does things without thinking twice, as out of reflex or curiosity.

Sometimes he screws up and is usually reproached by Matt, Edd instead trying to advise him not to do it again, in a somewhat calmer way.

He has basic knowledge with weapons and survival, having a short training in the military base (Moving Target) but of course, he is not an expert in that.

He can become somewhat perverted but discreetly.

He prefers dogs rather than cats alike from Edd and Tom

After the incident with the laser beam,he was forced to use eye drops to prevent an uncertain fate in his eyes.

Appearance

A red dull hoodie, almost gray, torn and rather neglected pants, light gray sneakers. Underneath the hoodie he usually wears shirts with have something to do with anime or bands or words with demotivations that somehow make him feel more comfortable.

Monster tord

Its appearance is more of a cherry color, between purple and red in its majority, is a ball of fur practically and with an eye of a living green color, has crooked horns and some of hair on the head in the form of tufts, as if it were a messy hairstyle.

Half monster Tord

It is the middle stage of the transformation, in which Tord maintains a human form for the most part, but has horns and a tail, just as his hands begin to resemble other creature, his brown eyes change to neon green and his teeth are now sharp fangs, as he has fluffy ears.

Why does this happen?

It is not very clear why he become a monster Tord, or half way, but it is speculated that when he reaches high levels of stress or anger, as a start of a rage.

How does he get along with the others?

Tom

Tom occasionally complain to him because he would be always his room, or taking every opportunity he had to take his magazines, being slightly taller this was very effective to annoy him.

He was judged for smoking on occasion, even if Tom sometimes took too many drinks and ended up wasted.

In an environment like (The End), Tord develops a lot of mistrust because Tom made the attempt to be kinder to the redhead. He was suspecting he was up to something, but not so destructive.

According to him, he got rid of the threat using a sword-- of course the idea of ​​exterminating a friend who at some point was close to him was pretty difficult to process, affecting his self-esteem but overcoming it with the support of his friends.

Edd

Edd is usually busy keeping his clothes and hair to utter perfection, so when Tord needs to talk to someone is not always the best option. Of course he can be sympathetic, if he feels that the matter is serious.

Matt is the one who listens the most when he needs to tell someone something, of course, if he wants to tell him a summary of his favorite anime. He may start falling asleep, but he makes the effort. Does that count?

Matt (Fanta Boy)

Usually the leader of the group and the one who is more optimistic. even if his solutions do not result in victory, he has the potential to guide the others.

He has an obsession with fanta, which can get out of control in some cases, but it’s nothing serious... Or is it?

He is also the kind of friend who is there when you need him. He’s the type who gives you emotional support, though sometimes he may become sarcastic, and can think of himself before others depending on the occasion; which is very strange. It usually happens when he has a bad day.

Appearance:

Matt wears an almost pink sweater with a green overcoat, dark pants and green sneakers.

He has freckles on his face, which at times he does not like.

Edd (Watermelon)

Edd may be somewhat a bit of a knucklehead in some situations, otherwise, most of the time he isn’t. He is simply tolerant of everything that happens around him. He worries about his hair more than anything, wanting to make sure that it is perfect and in order.

He is often distracted very easily and is not that well of a listener. He likes fair (or carnival) toys like Matt, so they have something in common. However, he doesn’t collect them.

Appearance

A lime green hoodie with white suspenders, topped with a pink overcoat. (He looks like a watermelon by the colors) 

Tom (The Harpoon Boy)

Fun facts:

He is terrified of bears because reminds him (or triggers) bad memories of his childhood (except Tomee bear).

He likes cats and if you hurt any in his presence, you are in big trouble. (Pussy protector.)

By not having Susan nearby for a long time, he developed the habit of having a harpoon near him to which he put bandages, pretending it to be Susan, and named it Harpay. It may not be a name, but sounds like the word ‘harpoon’.

His favorite (alcoholic) drink is Smirnoff, and it is often exceeded when he is under a lot of stress.

He has a notorious British accent. Sometimes he may act somewhat arrogant with people he doesn’t get along with.

By the time he was away from home, he focused more on his plans and ideals. His goal is to get rid of Christmas, and for that he has to force people to do as he pleases. (Force me daddy.)

Why does he want to get rid of christmas?

Well first of all, I wanted to clarify that since in the series; usually it was not said why Tom had so much hatred towards christmas. So I wanted to add something to Navy Tom You see, in the series, this incident occurred while they were still children. A bear shot Tom's father, who was a pineapple.

It was Matt's fault, who innocently gave the bear a gun. Now, Tom felt a type of bitterness toward Matt for a while and had to be persuaded by his friends to stop acting as he didn't exist or avoiding him. After all, for a child, that would be a tremendous trauma, right? But he was not able to hate one of his closest friends. They were children after all, and they are not so aware of what is wishing death to someone. Well, according to me, Tom  was able to enjoy Christmas with his parents, you know, gifts and candy. Which little boy doesn't like that? But ever since he lost his father, things were not the same. Even if he was a child, he was aware that something was missing. Something very important. Over time, he began to turn into a problematic child at some point in his childhood. He even left aside Tomee bear so nobody would see him as a wimpy kid. In his adolescent stage and forward, he didn't want to know anything about Christmas. It brought bad memories and feelings that he preferred to forget. That is why it would seem like a silly reason for many. Why would anyone want to destroy something as beautiful as christmas? The time you spend with family or friends having fun? Sounds cliché with the whole "if I can't be happy, no one will be.". But after all, Tom can become very selfish and think of himself before others.

After leaving his friends to form part of the Navy, he began to develop a more mature personality.

The man also knows how to handle weapons, but he still prefers to bring only a razor with him. He has a small platoon in which he is in charge of. Though, he considers the members of his team mostly as friends; especially Bing (Chris Bingbong), who is the one who seems to enjoy the most in planning attacks or designing weapons, as well as altering them to make them more powerful, according to him.

Bing

It is the one that has more experience with inventing weapons or improving them for a greater destruction, not all his projects are victorious so more than once the base was almost shattered by this guy, he likes coffee, sometimes in excess

Larry

It is the one who seems to have less tolerance for the nonsense that happens at times, sometimes giving his negative opinion, he is usually ignored so  sometimes he no longer bother to say anything about a problem

Hellucard

It is the knucklehead of tom’s team, he always finds the way to get hurt with something, or be in a tremendous danger and mysteriously leave unharmed

Usually very optimistic and cheerful despite the situation, sometimes his nonsense cheers up the others

Billy (Fun Dead Kid)

This little boy was picked up by Tom after the zombie apocalypse.

After Tord handed him the gun and left him to his fate, Tom attacked the zombies before they could hurt him, the team looked for people who were looking for his son but there were no signs, assuming they had become zombies and that he was alone, they let him stay at the base, they don’t  send him to war, of course but they still train him in a more friendly and gentle way

At first Billy was like any child, wanted to play, followed the other adults to see what they were doing, and asked a lot of questions, but then became a little more serious, his nickname later on would be sniper

He looks up to Tom and wants to be just like him, and he is happy to be at the naval base, it's like a family

Childhood Facts

Tom

Tom was actually a good boy and a crybaby before losing his father

The one who made fun of him was Tord, they didn’t get along most of the time, but you know, kids.

Tom loved to make paper boats and let them float around a puddle or anywhere, usually he didn’t wear shoes because he liked to climb trees and feel that he was in charge of everything when he was at the top

he also used to get scratches because of the little care he had while playing he was also very attached to tomee bear but hid it around tord because he would provoke him saying it was for babies

he used to wear clothes with designs of boats or things related to sailors, and a overall, always had some band aid somewhere

Tord

Tord was the one who guided the group when they were young, always brought shirts with designs of animes or cartoons along with shorts, or ripped jeans, was more attached to Matt back then.

his Norwegian accent was more noticeable which made him feel important, he always carried his water gun to annoy tom or any child who dared bother his friends

After tom lost his father, he completely changed, he stopped being a little jerk with tom and began to treat him better, which tom no longer accepted,feeling a slight grudge for everything he had done

Matt

He was the artist of the group, and he loved to share his knowledge with the other kids, along with Edd they idealised crazy things to draw, since edd is the one who taught him how to draw, of course Matt then learned new things on his own

He used to wear shirts with long sleeves, which hung from his hands, usually purple, violet or pink

When tom lost his father, he didn’t understand at first what he had done, because according to him, he found a gun lying at the grass and there was a bear that demanded him to give it back, he thought he did the right thing

was beside tom during all of the recover process, even if tom despised his friendship, it took almost a year, with the help of the others so that tom finally accepted him again

He felt terrible about what happened and tried to compensate it. even till now he sometimes feels guilt is consuming him

Edd

He is the funny one of the group, he didn’t care so much about his appearance back then, he only focused on having fun with his friends, he used to jump in puddles along with tom, water or mud, it didn’t matter, or pretend he was cowboys with tord, but what he liked the most was to draw along with matt

After the incident with the bear the group almost disintegrated, reason why he, along with tord insisted that it was only an accident and that they should hang out again

[bondsmagii]

here’s the rest of those questions because I can’t resist a challenge

1: Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora?

I don’t actually use any of them... used to use Spotify until it betrayed me by capping me at 10hrs of music a month. like bitch I listen to 10hrs in a day lmao. at the time I couldn’t even afford the small monthly charge so I stopped using it and now my petty ass won’t give them a penny.

2: is your room messy or clean?

clean but cluttered. there’s nothing gross like trash or used plates, but there’s a lot of random stacks of paper, books, notes, etc. it’s alright at the moment seems there’s been a recent tidy, but usually it’s very cluttered.

3: what color are your eyes?

green! I also have heterochromia, so there’s a thin ring of brown around both irises, and a small slice of brown in one eye.

5: what is your relationship status? 

dating @karlacton​ and have been since 2015!

7: what color hair do you have?

it’s black, which is pretty cool. emo me loved it.

8: what kind of car do you drive? color?

I drive a renault and it’s silver!

9: where do you shop?

like.. for what? groceries? clothes? books? because aside from “tesco” I couldn’t tell you, it’s usually all online. if I’m splashing out on books I’ll go to Waterstone’s.

11: favorite social media account

I hate them all. release me.

12: what size bed do you have?

a queen, I think? or a double? I don’t even know if there’s a difference.

13: any siblings?

one older brother, deceased.

15: favorite snapchat filter?

I don’t have snapchat.

16: favourite makeup brand(s)

I don’t know shit about makeup.

17: how many times a week do you shower?

it sounds bad because it averages out to three or four times a week, but when you remember that my days are frequently 36-48hrs long, it averages out to about every other day.

18: favorite tv show?

I don’t own a TV or keep up with much shows, but I do binge-watch Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

19: shoe size?

uk size 7.

21: sandals or sneakers?

sneakers. fuck sandals.

22: do you go to the gym?

lmao

23: describe your dream date

good food, scary movies, urbexing, driving around to good music, more good food. an equal balance of opportunity to talk and opportunity to see if the silence is comfortable.

24: how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

I don’t carry cash. or a wallet, for that matter.

25: what color socks are you wearing?

black.

27: do you have a job? what do you do?

I do, but I can’t go into specific details. it’s to do with computers and security.

28: how many friends do you have?

I got no fucking clue my dude. depending on the definition of friend, anywhere between 2 to 15 or so.

29: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?

you’d probably have to ask somebody else if I’m honest, I don’t have a good grasp of what’s actually bad or not lol. there’s stuff I might consider bad for a while, but then I get over it and stop seeing it as such a big deal. there’s some stuff that might count from a legal standpoint, in terms of like I don’t know, how seriously it would be taken, but I’m not sure of the statute of limitations on it so fuck if I’m mentioning it.

32: 3 favorite girl names?

saoirse, vesper, oksana

35: who is your celebrity crush?

bitch colin firth

37: do you read a lot? what’s your favorite book?

I read a hell of a lot, usually between 2-4 books at the same time. as for favourites I have way too many, so if you wan recs keep an eye on my reading list and see what I’m screaming about.

38: money or brains?

brains. if you play your cards right, brains can get money.

39: do you have a nickname? what is it?

people who know me in other places call me Rat, either because I like the animal or because of the hacker from The Core; people who know me from the SCP Foundation call me Konny or Kon, after the character.

41: top 10 favorite songs

right now: 

Space Oddity by David Bowie

Never Quite Free by The Mountain Goats

We Didn’t Start the Fire by Billy Joel

The Longest Time by Billy Joel

Brothers on a Hotel Bed by Death Cab For Cutie

Blame by Bastille

Tomorrow Will Be Kinder by The Secret Sisters

Nothing to Remember by Neko Case

All Alright by fun.

The Spine Song by Cake Bake Betty

this changes like, daily, by the way.

42: do you take any medications daily?

nope.

43: what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

normal? bit dry in some places at the moment though, but it always is at this time of the year -- the cold air coming down from the mountains will blast freeze anyone’s skin.

44: what is your biggest fear? 

the current rise in fascism erupting into another world war or holocaust.

45: how many kids do you want?

ideally I would have wanted two or three, but life circumstances have made it so it’s best I don’t have children, unfortunately.

47: what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) 

the place in scotland is a three-bedroom flat which is quite large. the place in london is a two-bedroom flat which is slightly smaller but still big for that area of london.

48: who is your role model?

writing-wise, john le carré and stephen king. life-wise, kim philby for the scamming and productivity, and lord byron for the scandal.

49: what was the last compliment you received?

I can’t even remember. probably something to do with my writing, as I’ve been sharing that with some people recently.

51: how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

santa is real my good bitch

52: what is your dream car? 

literally no idea.

53: opinion on smoking?

I smoke occasionally and don’t care if people choose to or not, however I support the smoking ban in public areas and I will be an asshole and cough loudly if you blow it directly in my face.

54: do you go to college? 

graduated.

55: what is your dream job?

anything fast-paced, high-risk, and that requires me to constantly keep learning and improving myself to keep up.

58: do you have freckles? 

some in the summer, across my nose and cheeks.

60: how many pictures do you have on your phone? 

a couple of hundred.

61: have you ever peed in the woods? 

absolutely. it’s a necessity when homeless/on road trips.

62: do you still watch cartoons? 

nope.

63: do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

never been to Wendy’s so McDonalds by default. love me some McNuggets.

65: what do you wear to bed? 

sweatpants, an old t-shirt, and a hoodie. it’s the mountains, I need to wrap up.

66: have you ever won a spelling bee?

nah, we don’t have them here but I did come top of my class during spelling tests all through primary school.

67: what are your hobbies?

reading, writing, photography, urban exploring, paranormal research, soviet history, researching espionage, meteorology, a whole load of things.

70: what was the last concert you saw? 

florence and the machine probably.

71: tea or coffee?

both depending on my mood, though I go through stages of drinking one more than the other. right now I drink more coffee than tea.

72: Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

never been to Dunkin Donuts, so Starbucks.

73: do you want to get married?

one day, hopefully.

74: what is your crush’s first and last initial?

CF, take a wild guess lmao

75: are you going to change your last name when you get married?

acton and I have discussed if we ever get married, finding a cool name we both like to change our last names to. so maybe.

76: what color looks best on you? 

green.

77: do you miss anyone right now? 

not really, to be honest. I don’t miss people often. I might have moments of oh, I wish they were still in my life, but it’s never a constant thing, thankfully. it sounds like it would be a drag.

78: do you sleep with your door open or closed?

closed right now, we need all the heat conservation we can get.

79: do you believe in ghosts?

hell yeah I do. had lots of experiences too!

81: last person you called

my boss?

82: favorite ice cream flavor? 

mint choc chip.

83: regular oreos or golden oreos? 

regular.

84: chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? 

both.

86: what is your phone background?

lmao it’s a picture of julian assange because I live to annoy him.

87: are you outgoing or shy?

I’m very outgoing. a lot of people think I’m shy but actually I just go through stages of being really anti-social.

89: do you like your neighbors? 

I have no major issues with them but they’re a weird bunch. the downstairs neighbour I’m pretty sure is a ghost, and the neighbours across the way are so strange. they do DIY in the dead of night and several of them just sit in their cars at 3am with the lights on, staring at nothing. odd.

90: do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?

when I shower, or if I have something on it. I don’t have a routine.

91: have you ever been high? 

yes.

92: have you ever been drunk? 

way too many times.

95: summer or winter? 

aesthetically? winter. in terms of not feeling suicidal all the time? summer.

96: day or night? 

night. I’m a night hoe.

99: what is your zodiac sign

aquarius, watch out. 

100: who was the last person you cried in front of? 

no one bitch... I don’t cry