#mongomery x reader

[signed-loni]

‼️MINORS DNI⚠️

Heeheehee

Regarding my post earlier..HERES THE FNAF SMUT

Things to know: HUMAN AU!!!!this is NSFW!!! Reader is submissive and a afab. There will b oral (reader receiving, Freddys part) creampie, (monty and freddy) roughness, degrading, blowjob,riding (montys part)(monty and freddy have a size kink. IM PUTTING MY FOOT DOWN-) WOW THATS A LOT..

ALSO!! These are gonna be they’re own stories. So no head canons. Also, WERE GETTING STRAIGHT TO THE POINT SO-

Nicknames: superstar, my love, slut, rockstar, whore, honey, baby, bitch

Freddy fazbear

You whined and moaned as the one and only freddy fazbear lapped endlessly at your folds. Hitting the best spots inside of you with his tongue, just to circle back to your clit. All the meanwhile pumping himself with his fist. You grabbed his hair and pushed down as you felt a coil in your stomach ready to burst any second, when he stopped.

You whined feeling the cold air from his room hit your cunt. “Freddyyyy!” Your whines were cut short when freddy locked his lips with yours, letting you taste yourself. Whilst making out with you, he ran his long shaft across your folds, making you moan and wriggle under him. He always felt so powerful when he was above you, you were so small compared to him, and he knew he could easily rip you in half with his cock. He never intends to though, unless you want him to of course.

He propped himself right outside your entrance, than looked up at you, eyes searching for consent before he went in. “Is this okay, superstar?” He asked “please..please freddy i need you in me.” With that, he slowly pushed in, careful not to hurt you. He heard your whines and mewls, already so fucked out for him and you’ve barely even started. He pushed in more, almost half way when tears threatened to spill. He stopped and said “are you okay, my love? We can stop at anytime if you wish” you moaned again, “its okay, freddy, please keep going” he pushed himself further in, and in a few seconds, he bottomed out, leaving you completely full, and a bulge in your stomach.

He stayed like that for a few minutes, letting you adjust to him, which was MUCH appreciated. Once he got the green light to move, he started his slow, steady thrusts. Making sure to not cause much pain. He heard you moans and whines and quickly locked lips with you again, moaning into the kiss himself, goddamn you were tight! He picked up the pace a bit, making you cry out with pleasure.

He was now slamming into you, thrusts sloppy and messy, wet kisses being placed everywhere. “Youre doing so well for me, superstar” Now, Freddy’s greedily chasing his own orgasm. The lewd sounds of your pussy squeezing him and his dick ramming into you were music to his ears. You felt the familiar coil building up in your stomach. Shouts of “gonnacumgonnacumgonnacum!!” Filled the room, and just like that, you came undone under him. Your walls squeezed and loosened around him, making him cry out. “Oh my gosh oh my gosh !” Following with milky white streams painting your walls.

Freddy and you slumped on his bed, him on top of you. He rubbed your stomach where the bulge was and kissed your neck, softly. “Are you okay superstar?” He asked, voice low and raspy, but filled with empathy. He removed his dick from inside you and watched the cum leak out, pushing it back in with his fingers. He stood up and went to the bathroom, running a hot bath for the two of you. He picked you up and put you on his lap, soothed by the water on his aching muscles. You sunk into him, fucked out. “I love you, superstar.” You turned around to face him, kissing his forehead. “I love you to, freddy”

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Montgomery Gator

Monty gripped your hair as tight as he could, hearing your muffled sounds of you trying to take him in. “Thats my good slut, such a fucking whore for this cock, huh?” He moaned and growled, which made your core ache for some friction, rubbing your thighs together. Monty took a mental note for that, when you licked a long stripe up from under his shaft, right where that one specific vein was. He tried hard not to grab your head and just lose whatever restraint he had.

You were trying to keep a pace, not fast enough to hurt, but not slow enough to make monty fall asleep. That would be embarrassing…Anyhoo!

Monty was trying not to lose all self control, if he still had some, but the way you bobbed your head, clearly knowing he was holding back, even if it was slightly, he couldn’t help but grab your head and start violently fucking your mouth. Making you gag and moan on his long shaft only make him even more riled up.

You hallowed your cheeks while monty brutally fucked your mouth dry. Pulling your hair, growling so your other bandmates in the other room could definitely hear you. His bass and your drumsticks somewhere on the ground, your black and lavender band jacket somewhere tossed onto the floor also.

Monty thrusted one, two, three times, and completely released all of his seed into your mouth. Painting it a pretty white, leaving your core dripping and aching for something, anything.

Monty has fucking STAMINA. And what i mean is, he could last all night just doing this and fucking you without getting tired if he wanted to. He knew you ached for something, and what kind of boyfriend and coworker would he be if he left it to yourself to get that oh so-needed-friction?

Monty picked you up and placed you right onto his already hard cock, he wasn’t going to leave it entirely up to you to get the pleasure you wanted, but you were going to still have to work.

He sat you on his dick, and looked at you expectantly. “Whatcha waitin for rockstar? Get to ridin. I bet you want this cock in you, moaning like a bitch in heat while i fucked your face. Come on, i know ya want to.” And just like that, you started riding him. Definitely not sensual, though. You were shaking, trembling even for his dick. You got straight to work, making sure to pleasure not only yourself, but him to.

Your tits bouncing in his face, all the while your mumbling and moaning on his shaft, chasing your orgasm as the coil in your stomach tightened. Reaching your hand down to circle your clit. “Ah -fuck- look at you, trying so desperately to -mngh- get that oh so wanted orgasm of yours.” Monty leaned into your ear, voice low and raspy, he said “go ahead rockstar*pant* you earned it.” And with that, you rode him until all you could see was stars. “Fuck! Monty oh my god!!” “Shitshitshit, I’m gonna come” monty roared “come with me, baby. Come on i know you can do it, you’ve done it so many other times, i know how much you love this cock, so come with me”

Only a few more thrusts up from him and a few bounces from you, and you both came at the same time. You collapsed onto monty, breathing heavy and trembling. Monty picked you up, dick still inside you, and walked to get some tissues. Carefully, he set you back down on his bed, cleaning you and himself up with the tissues he brought back. Walking away for a second to bring you and him comfy clothes to sleep in. Putting them on himself and you. Putting you on his chest while he listened for you breathing, you listening for his to.

You looked up to monty, and lovingly sighed at him. “Thank you, monty. I love you” you said “I love you to, rockstar. And anytime, ya know i love yer pussy.” You tiredly chuckled and fell asleep on his chest, feeling happy and full.

[infiniteimaginings]

hello, good afternoon. Forgive my English, it's not my language so I use a translator. I would love a romantic story between Monty Montgomery with a male reader who also loves reptiles (especially snakes). It could be with a happy ending, with Monty and the male reader taking care of the Baudelaire brothers. thanks in advance 🤗

Caretakers (Monty Montgomery x Male!Reader)

Summary: You and your husband meet the Baudelaire children and take care of them! Pronouns: You/Yours, He/Him Warnings: None Word Count: 2.3k A/N: This is just sweet, I promise. Thank you for requesting. lots of love! <33

The Baudelaire children Violet, Klaus, and Sunny were all taken to their new caretaker's home by the banker Mr. Poe. They were quite wary of their new caretaker as their previous one, Count Ola, had only been chosen through manipulation in order to steal all of their fortune that their parents left for them. All they new about this new caretaker is that his name was Dr. Montgomery Mongomery and that he was their father’s cousin's wife's brother.

As the old styled, baby blue car pulled into gates, Violet looked out the window, Sunny in her lap securely. She saw the clouds of white in the great blue sky, different from where they last stayed. The sky had been gray, dark, as if the area had not seen light for years.

Violet's brother, Klaus, did the same as she did, looking out the window. Once his eyes gazed to peer out the old car window he was met with lucious green shrubs in the shapes of reptiles. The designed lawn simply continued so the boy shifted to look out the front windshield, VIolet noticing and doing the same.

The three Baudelaire children observed a large stone house they were getting close to, the driveway was quite long, and they passed by beautiful shrubs and a large center piece of green and flowers. The exterior of the home only made the children smile, though they did, they still didn’t get their hopes up. They didn’t know who Dr.Mongomery was, they didn’t know how he acted, or what he would do with them.

Mr. Poe parked in front of the few steps at the front of the car, exiting the vehicle. He gestured for the children to do the same, to which they did.

The four of them walked up the steps and Mr. Poe rang the doorbell, mouth covered with his handkerchief to cover up his cough. The doorbell was ever so loud, ringing in their heads in an echo, Klaus’s hands came to Sunnys head to muffle it for the baby who babbled about the doorbell being unpleasant and deafening.

They stood at the front door for a moment, no one coming to open the door quite yet. Before Mr. Poe got the chance to ring the blaring doorbell again, the brown, wooden front door opened.

When it opened completely they were met with the sight of a man. He was slightly short, he had slightly dark skin, black hair, brown eyes, and a mustache that looked like squiggles at the ends. He had a wide smile and light in his eyes when he took notice of the children, barely paying mind to Mr. Poe other than a friendly nod.

His energy was warm, bright, very different from Count Olaf. When the door opened the scene of cookies and tea filled their senses, and they weren’t even in the home yet. The Baudelaires couldn’t help the hopeful smiles that etched onto their expressions, sighing out a breath of relief to such a kind looking man.

From the way Mr. Poe wasn’t concerned at the sight of him, the children assumed this was Dr. Montgomery. He nodded at a thought he had, “Hello hello hello! You must be the Baudelaires!” He spoke with a seemingly British accent. He was welcoming, his teeth showing as he made silly faces to Sunny who giggled.

Mr. Poe nodded and responded with a ‘yes’, the man in the doorway nodded as the answer, standing straight, showing more of his striped button up. “This is perfect timing, because my husband has just finished frosting this delicious coconut cream cake.” He explained, turning and grabbing forks, telling everyone to take one as he walked into the house.

Everyone followed him, looking around. The entryway had burgundy carpet, a stained-glass light fixture on the ceiling. It was a large entry room and had a grand staircase that led to the second floor.

Violet sniffed the air, smelling the baked goods with a smile. She looked to Klaus who had the same look on his face, everything seemed nice so far. She moved her hair behind her shoulder, “Thank you, Dr. Montgomery.” She spoke, following behind him to wherever he was walking, Sunny on her side in her arms.

Dr. Montgomery turned, shaking his finger with a grin, “Please, call me Monty!” He suggested, opening his mouth to say something more.

“He doesn’t like fancy titles unless they get him a discount at the movies.” A voice said from behind Monty, interrupting him. When the man turned around his eyes softened, at the sight of you. His smile turned from excited to gentle and he walked over to you as you emerged from what seemed to be the kitchen. He wrapped his arm around your waist, kissing your temple softly. You held up a plate of cake since your husband's arms were around you. He continued to hold your waist as he turned to the children, “He’s right." He spoke quietly before turning his attention back to the children, "Do you like going to the movies?” He asked the three who nodded.

The conversation didn’t go much further into that topic other than the promise that they would go a lot. Monty introduced you to the Buadelaires who said their Hellos, you offered them pieces of coconut cream cake.

“You must be Violet, the inventor.” You spoke, handing her a piece of cake to which she took with a smile. Monty unraveled himself from your side, taking a different slice to give to Klaus, “And you are Klaus, the reader.” He hummed and Klaus nodded, taking the cake gently.

You looked at the baby in Violet's arms and offered a piece of cake, “And you must be Sunny, would you like some cake?” You asked but Klaus answered for the baby.

“My sister prefers very hard food.”

The answer was unusual and strange but it wasn’t strange enough for the couple standing in front of them.

Monty nodded, “That’s unusual for a baby, not so for many snakes. Perhaps Sunny would prefer a raw carrot?” He offered and the baby happily took it, munching on it as everyone continued to converse.

There was another piece of cake left that you offered to Mr. Poe who politely declined, saying he should get going. You smiled at him and walked to the kitchen, placing the rest of the cake into the kitchen. “There are plenty of treats, drinks, and snacks in the kitchen whenever you all want some.” You hummed to them and the Baudelaires thanked you quietly. They were polite, but they seemed nervous, you understood that quite well.

Mr. Poe was telling the Baudelaires how they could call him if they needed anything as you walked back in but Monty interrupted him with a genuine smile, “They won’t need anything from you, they are in our care now and we will dedicate ourselves to them.” He spoke, his tone was kind enough, but the implication that Poe had thought they would not be taken care of seemed to have irked him.

Klaus noticed this and quickly spoke up, “Our parents' fortune can't be used until Violet comes of age.”

The comment surprised the two of you, you furrowed your brows in confusion, looking at Monty. He frowned at you, putting a hand on your shoulder, “I understand you all have been through a lot with your previous caretaker.” He spoke softly, eyes showing truth to his words. You nodded, “But, we don’t care about your parents fortune.” You explained to them, the comment made the three a bit skeptical.

You walked to them, crouching down a bit to be leveled with them, “We do not need your fortune, we only care that you all are safe, and feel cared for.” You continued on, your smile was sad, as were your eyes but you were genuine.

The Baudelaires seemed visibly relaxed at your words and that was enough for you to back away from them.

Mr. Poe had noticed it was time for him to leave and Monty hastily rushed him out of the home until the door was closed. “Apologies if I seemed rude to the…banker.” He spoke, stopping himself from rolling his eyes. “He just strikes a small nerve with me, he was the reason you were placed with that-” He was going to continue to speak until he noticed the look on your face. A look he was familiar with, a look that said ‘be quiet’, and he did.

The older two followed his gaze to your hard look that softened when they looked at you. You clapped your hands, “How about we show you all to some rooms and you guys can decide which rooms you would like to stay in?” You offered, the idea made everyone in the room nod and follow you. Monty gently whispered to the group as you walked up the stairs, “Some of the rooms have his touch in them, he really wanted you all to like it here.” He told them, rushing up the stairs to catch up. Violet and Klaus walked up with them, a bit excited. Sunny bobbled along in Violet's arms, curious to see what was in store as well.

The day went on with you and Monty showing the children to their rooms, feeding them, showing them pictures, giving them a tour, and telling them stories. The two of you answered any questions the Baudelaires had for them. They asked anything along the lines of how did you guys know their parents, how you guys met, and what you do for work.

You two happily explained your line of work had to do with reptiles, but more excitedly for the two of you, snakes. The two of you were Herpetologists and met while doing fieldwork to study an extremely venomous snake.

“What kind of snake?” Klaus asked, looking through some of the study books through the reptile room his new caretakers were showing him and his siblings.

Your eyes lit up at the question, “The saw-scaled viper.” You answered quickly, standing in the middle of the room, keeping your eyes on Violet who was near the cages, and Sunny who was on the table near Monty.

Monty nodded, “It’s one of the deadliest snakes found in the middle east.” He explained, showing Sunny some images of snakes as he gave her another carrot.

Violet's fingers ran along the metal of the cage, a bit of her was fearful of grazing the scales of the snake. You noticed her fear and reassured her, “None of the snakes in cages with metal bars are venomous, especially not that one.” You told her, walking over to the area. “This one is an african egg eating snake.” You explained, opening the cage, but looking at her before you opened it any wider.

Violet gave you a nervous look but you assured her with a nod that it was okay. She eventually took a deep breath and let you take the snake out the cage. It wrapped around your hand and you held the head gently, showing her that the snake had no fangs. “She only eats eggs, she’s no bark and no bite, I promise.” You told her and she smiled as she observed the reptile.

After a while in the reptile room the Baudelaires all washed up and headed to bed. You and Monty said goodnight to each of the Buadelaires together, telling them that they could come eat and come get one of you whenever they needed something.

After putting them to sleep, you and Monty went downstairs to eat the last slice of cake.

After a bit of silence you suddenly started chuckling and Monty looked up at you with a raised brow, “What is it?” He asked you, chewing at the cake. You shook your head, “You looked terrified.” You told him, laughing a little louder before clasping your hand over your mouth as to not wake the children.

Monty looked at you bewildered, eyes wide as he swallowed his cake harshly. “You could tell?” He asked, his body deflating. He was now completely leaning on the counter and you laughed even more, rubbing his shoulder. “Of course I could, they couldn’t though, believe me.” You explained to him and he just looked up at you with nervousness in his eyes. You rubbed your hand in circles from his shoulder to his back, “They were nervous too, don’t worry.”

Monty sighed, puffing air out of his cheeks as he slowly slid to the ground, you sitting next to him when you noticed what he was doing. “I just want them to feel safe, I mean Olaf just…” He trailed off, putting his face in his hands. You put your head on his shoulder, holding his hand to remove it from his face. “They will be safe, I know we haven’t taken care of actual children before but…” You began, sighing with a smile, “I know we’ll make them feel safe and happy.” You told him quietly.

He turned his head to you, moving your noses together, “How are you always so right and amazing?” He asked you, his brown eyes looking deeply into yours. You smiled at him, rolling his eyes, “Well one of us has to be.” You teased, he laughed a bit at your words. He moved forward, pressing the two of your lips together gently in a gentle kiss that tasted of coconut cream pie and lemonade from earlier.

Through the silence and soft kisses, the two of you didn’t hear the sound of footsteps retreating back up the stairs. Klaus and Violet, who was holding Sunny, were smiling at each other in their pajamas. They wanted to look around a bit, curious to see if the two of you were genuine in your intentions but that was all they needed.

Violet put Sunny back to sleep in her room, closing the door quietly, face to face with Klaus. Klaus adjusted his glasses, “I think this will be good for us.” He spoke in a hushed whisper, Violet nodded. “They’re nice.” She spoke with a grin and Klaus was the one who nodded this time.

The two walked to their respective room doors, opening them slightly.

“Goodnight Violet.”

“Goodnight Klaus.”

For the first time since their parents died, they were excited to wake up the next morning. Almost too excited to go to sleep once they reached their beds, smiles hurting their cheeks. This would be good for them, to live with the uncles who were happy together. Maybe the Baudelaires could be just as happy with them.

[telleroftime]

Monty fanfic ideas, or maybe just general FNAF SB ideas, for you all because I can and I will - Space AU edition (can it even be an 'edition' if it's the first Monty post I make?)

Oh the wonders of space AU's and the fact I've been watching sci-fi films again,,

Monty and the other animatronics are space explorers. They're not exactly the same race but they'd fall under the same species. They hear a signal coming from a planet and are sent to retrieve whatever is causing it. Simultaneously, Reader is sent by the humans to explore the cause if the signal. Chaos ensues, namely language barriers and each species deaming the other primitive because of miscommunication.

Similarly, same idea with the signal, but instead of Reader being sent by humans - with all the fancy high-grade technology - they're more of a space pirate. They ship is made of junk. Very much playing into the idea of humans being space orcs.

Alternative, Reader is still a space pirate in this, but they see a bunch of scrap floating in space and choose to scavenge it. Turns out what they scavenge is a very "post-vanny" sort of situation with the animatronics still being, well, animatronics in this.

Oh! And since cyberpunk counts as space if you have space aspects in it, have this-

Monty, like the other animatronics, are attractions in a kind of amusement park. Reader is a sort of outcast in society. Similarly to Monty, they too hate people seeing them as incapable of anything but damage. That being said, to act against the government they end up stealing the animatronics. (Did I mention cyberpunk in this? Nope! But imagine that's the setting).

Not back to watching sci-fi movies for me,,

[primary-visions]

Getting to work a shift with Monty in Gator Golf. It should be fun! Wondering how the boys are doing in the daycare without you though….

[lilxberry]

Prolonged Weekends and Cuddles - Montgomery ‘Monty’ De La Cruz

Synopsis;

Convincing Monty to skip the school day and spend it together within bed was certainly an easy feat.

Warnings: none really, just really fluffy pre-established relationship Montgomery and a lil bitch of language

Words: 636

Pairing: Montgomery ‘Monty’ De La Cruz x Reader

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"Mmmm baby, stop." Y/N awoke to feeling her boyfriend of one year and 8 months littering her neck and bare shoulder with light, lingering kisses.

Montgomery released a breathy chuckle near her ear and kisses behind her small, dainty ear. "Good morning to you too beautiful." Y/N groans and lightly slaps his arm, rolling over to face him and snuggle further into his broad chest. Monty smiles and presses a kiss to her hairline, eliciting a sigh of contentment to escape past her slightly parted plump lips.

"As much as I really wish we could stay her like this, like really wish we could, we gotta get up baby girl."

"But I'on wanna..." His girlfriend mumbles sleepily.

Laughing at his girlfriends reply, Monty playfully pinches her hip, causing her to squirm and whine further, drawing out another bout of laughter from him. Y/N raises her head and narrows her eyes up at her significant other. If looks could kill, he'd be dead and buried in an instant.

"Can we just not go in today? It's just a load of boring classes today, you don't have practice today aaaannnddd it's raining really badly. Don't force me to go out there in that." She pouts, poking her bottom lip out with a slight tremble to accompany her big, round, pleading eyes.

Monty chuckles, bringing his hand up to cup one of her cheeks, running his thumb along her protruding bottom lip and leans in to kiss the tip of her nose, which scrunches up at the ticklish action. He looks down at her in adoration and awe. 'God I love you', he thinks to himself, feeling the corners of his mouth quirk up more each millisecond that passes.

"What about that squeaky clean reputation of yours? Huh, babe?" He playfully jabs at her.

Y/N's lips quirk up into a mischievous, playful smirk. "My 'squeaky clean' reputation went out the fucking window the second I started dating you mister." She finishes with a poke of her finger at his chest.

Monty released a loud laugh, his chest vibrating immensely, raising his eyebrows. "I didn't realise my sweet girl had such a sour mouth." He looks at her with hooded eyes as he lowly growls into her ear. "Maybe I should punish you." He speaks in a false suggestive tone. He waggles his eyebrows at her excessively then proceeds to plant a big, wet, sloppy, open mouth kiss on her cheek and laughs slightly at her feigned expression of disgust.

She wipes her cheek giggling and brings her bottom lip between her teeth, biting softly whilst shaking her head and delivers a gentle smile. "I love you, Montgomery." She whispers in an airy tone.

"I love you, Y/N." He leans down and kisses her so delicately, as if she was fragile glass that could break at any moment, their lips moulding perfectly together, conveying all their love they have for one another.

Both pulling away to allow air to enter their lungs after such a gentle, breath taking kiss, he brings her head back down on to his chest and runs his slender fingers through her hair. His smile widens when he feels her nuzzles herself further into his embrace. "I guess we can ditch princess."

She mumbles out a quiet 'yay' in response as her breathing slowly evens. Monty closes his eyes as he joins his beautiful Y/N in falling back to sleep. Enjoying an extra day cuddled up, prolonging their weekend in the girls quiet house due to her parents being out of town.

Montgomery couldn't think of anywhere else he'd rather be. He was happy and perfectly with his life when near her, never wanting to lose her and never taking moments like these for granted.

Liberty High can manage one more day without it's power couple. _______________ . . . . . Second one down, noice!! I, yet again, didn't really know where I was going with this one but I enjoyed writing it none the less. I really hope you enjoy it and if you do, please feel free to request something :D

[lonelyrosegold]

One-sided Enemies + One-sided friends = lovers

One of my favorite fanfic trop is

Person A hating person B and being their enemies/will do anythingto ruin their day, Person B being oblivious to person A hatred towards them and just trying/thinking they are friends

And then all it takes is for person B to do one nice thing to person A (i.e giving them a gift/giving them a hug/in general showing they care about them or something) for them to be absolutely smitten

Person A just going from "I will kill you" to "I will kill for you"

Cliche and unrealistic?

yes

brings joy to my little heart?

also yes💕

[gatorbites-imagines]

vending machine mechanic

Montgomery gator x male reader

Summary: The reader was hired to fix up minor machinery like arcade and vending machines. But is asked to stay one night to fix up Monty, as he damaged himself during the day. The normal repairmen have quit because of Monty’s aggressive nature, leaving only the reader. The reader is the only one with machinery knowledge, who is not scared of any of the animatronics.

 People seemed to really like the last fnaf thing i wrote, so heres another one with my favourite security breach character.

I know absolutely nothing about robotics, so I’m avoiding any words involving robots and machinery.

Requests are open

To say you were tired was an understatement. You had worked all day yesterday, come into work early today as well, and then had your manager tell you to stay for the night too. Along with that, he hadn’t even taken you off opening shift tomorrow. You were sure the old fart was trying to kill you.

You were forced to stay late because of that stupid crocodile animatronic, or was It an alligator, you honestly didn’t care. It was a reptile, and a reptile with huge anger issues. How an animatronic had anger issues, you didn’t know, and you really didn’t care enough to find out.

Apparently, the anger issues were so bad that every single other repair-person had quit or threatened to quit if they were sent to fix that stupid animatronic again. And that left you, a minor mechanic who was only supposed to fix vending machines and those tiny map bots and floor cleaner bots.

You grumbled to yourself as you threw your toolbox under your arm and trudged towards Monty’s room. Vanessa greeted you as you passed each other, and you grunted in return. You could almost see pity in her eyes. You found solidarity in each other, knowing the other was forced to stay for longer than normal. She gave you a “good luck” or “go get em” hand motion, and you just made a face in return which she laughed at.

Finally reaching Monty’s room, you saw the glass was blacked out like it always was when he was up to something. You could hear clunks and crashes from inside, throwing being thrown and shattering against the wall. Why they kept giving him shit he could break, you didn’t understand.

With a sigh, you stepped around the side of the wall, and used your employee card to get inside. As the door shut behind you, what looked like a piece of a chair smacked the wall beside your head. You had no reaction. You’d worked retail for years, having stuff thrown at you was nothing you hadn’t dealt with before.

The overgrown robotic Godzilla wannabe seemed annoyed you didn’t react, like he expected you to yelp and duck, but all he got was the dead-eyed glare you sent his way as you went over to the only table not torn apart and placed your toolbox on it. “You better sit down and let me fix you up Morty, or they’ll decommission you. The boss told me you’ve lost him too many employees who can sue or some shit” you snarked, flipping open your toolbox and digging around in it for what you needed.

“What the hell did you just call me?” a voice snarled behind you, suddenly very close. You were sure if animatronics could breathe, he would be breathing down your neck.

You turned around, staring up into the glowing red, or were they orange, eyes of the reptile. “I told you to sit down, Morty” you snarled right back, with the same threatening tone he used against you. Monty seemed taken back by the venom you spat back at him, the animatronic taking a step back and looking you up and down. You looked a wreck, clothes covered in oil, and bags under your eyes so dark they looked like tattoos.

“It’s Monty” he growled in a defiant tone, but he did sit down on the half-ripped couch. “Fine, Monty. Whatever. Let me do this, so I can go home.” You grunted, looking him over to see what the damage was. You found it when you saw wires sticking out of his knee. It looked like someone had taken a hammer or something to it.

“The hell happened here” you

 grumbled, crouching down, and looking it over. You stated poking at it with a screwdriver, and before Monty could reply, you already got to work. The large animatronic watched you in great interest. Not only were you not scared, but you also didn’t even seem to care that Monty had harmed multiple workers in the past and could do it again.

“What’s your name” the animatronic suddenly said, breaking the silence that had fallen over the room. “Me? Why do you care, not like you’ll see me again” you huffed, poking at a wire that seemed to make Monty jolt.

Monty seemed to stare at you even harder, expecting an answer. With a tired sigh you finally gave it, telling him your name. “Its (Y/N). I’m supposed to be a mechanic for all things not animatronic, but apparently you chased away all the actual robotics dudes. And because of that, I am the one who has to stay late to fix you”.

Before Monty could reply, you had already fixed his busted knee, and got to your feet where you gave a small sway. God you were tired, you felt like you were gonna pass out. The knowledge that you had to drive home, made bile rise in your throat.

Monty, seeing how the first technician that piqued his interest sway like a baby deer, grabbed you by your shoulders and got up, turning around you shove you into the seat. You feebly struggled to get up, but he would simply shove you down again. “You can take a nap here or something. Just tell the guard or whoever that it took longer than you thought”.

Monty seemed to grumble, sounding almost embarrassed about caring for anybody, even a little bit. You wanted to argue, but even though the sofa was half shredded, it was more comfortable than your bed most days. So, with a sigh, you agreed. “Wake me up in half or hour though, alright”. You murmured, your eyes already falling shut as your head fell backwards, the tools falling from your hand onto the floor.

The animatronic stared at you as you slept, wanting to brand the image of you onto his very core. There was just something about you, something that got his interest more than anyone before. Maybe it was how you didn’t fear him. Even workers who had never met him feared him in a way, because they had heard stories. But here you were, even snarking back at him when you got the chance.

His chest area warmed, and he heard his internal fans kick up as they tried to cool him down. He sat down on a chair that had survived his rage, and got himself comfortable to watch you. He wouldn’t wake you when you asked him too, you looked like you needed the sleep. And he was already coming up with how he would see you again, ways to chase off any engineer that wasn’t you, and only acting non-aggressive when they sent you. Soon they’d learn to only send you. Behind him his tail started to wag, it was a perfect plan.

[fictionalwh0ree]

hospital visit- addison montgomery

summary: it’s your birthday but you’re stuck in hospital after surgery. luckily, addison is there to make your day better

word count: 587

warnings: pregnancy, mentions of surgery

pairing: addison montgomery x afab!reader

a/n: this is my submission for @sweetprentiss birthday bingo!

your eyes fluttered open to the rhythmic beeping of your heart monitor, still groggy from surgery. you glanced around the bland hospital room, discovering it empty, just how it was when you had gone under. you sighed, placing your hand on your bloated bump where your baby would be residing for the next couple weeks seeing as the surgery went well. you looked at the time, 4:17 am.

great. stuck in a hospital alone for my birthday, you thought as you threw your head back in annoyance.

you’d been in and out of the hospital for weeks after discovering an issue with your baby. thankfully, your doctor, dr. montgomery, said it was an easy fix and if all went well, you and your baby would make a speedy recovery. you were lucky to have a doctor as good as her. she was not only a good surgeon, but she also took the time out of her day to come talk to you. you often found yourself thinking about her, but that was only natural considering she was one of the only people you’d see everyday, right?

you sighed once again, bringing your focus back to the real world. you looked over at the doorway, where someone was leaning, your heart rate spiking for a second before you recognized the shadow as dr. montgomery.

“dr. montgomery, what’re you doing here?” you asked, your voice raspy from not having used it for a while.

“i just got out of a surgery, i thought i’d come check in on my favourite patient,” she joked, taking a seat next to you.

“aww,” you said, throwing your hands over your heart.

“happy birthday,” she said, taking you by surprise.

“how’d you know?” you asked.

“it’s on your chart,” she laughed, holding the clipboard up for you to see.

“oh,” you smiled.

“i hope you don’t mind, i got you something,” she spoke gently, handing you a small bag that she had hidden under your bed.

“you didn’t have to,” you smiled.

you carefully took the paper out to reveal a box of chocolates and a small teddy bear.

“the bear’s for the, um, baby,” she began, her cheeks slowly turning red, “and you can eat the chocolate in a couple days, gives you something to look forward to.”

“thank you,” you said, sitting up slightly and opening your arms for her to hug you, which she did.

when you pulled apart, her cheeks were very flushed and she was awkwardly diverting her eyes from you. she cleared her throat, trying to get rid of some of the new tension.

“it’s really good chocolate,” she said, her voice weak.

“not that i had any of that one. i’ve eaten it before, my own box. wait, i- i didn’t buy it for myself, that would be kind of sad, i had it given to me and i liked it so i bought one for you because you told me you loved chocolate. so, um,” she stuttered nervously, fidgeting with her fingers.

“thank you, dr. montgomery. i appreciate it,” you said, beginning to get all mushy from the attention (and hormones).

“please, call me addison,” she said.

“okay, addison,” you said, as if testing how the word sounded coming out of your mouth.

“i have to ask, do you do this for all your patients?” you asked.

“just my favourite,” she winked, causing you to laugh.

you opened your arms again, and she leaned in to give you a hug, though she was careful not to hurt you. just as she pulled away, you grabbed ahold of her shirt and pulled her towards you. your lips collided and at first she seemed shocked but quickly reciprocated the action. she put her hands on your cheeks to deepen the kiss for a moment before pulling away.

“isn’t there some kind of rule against doctor-patient stuff?” you laughed, now realizing what you had done.

“maybe, but you won’t be my patient in a couple days,” she shrugged, a smile adorning her features.

she placed a short kiss on your lips before getting up and leaving. she stopped right at the doorframe and turned around to face you once more.

“i’ll come check in on you again later, kay?”

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Started: February 17th, 2024 Updated: February 18th, 2024

Characters I write for in the show 'A Series of Unfortunate Events'

Count Olaf Duncan Quagmire Isadora Quagmire Klaus Baudelaire Lemony Snicket Monty Montgomery Quigley Quagmire Violet Baudelaire

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Love letters + AOS Scotty? Where s/o keeps finding sappy anonymous letters for her and Scotty eventually confessed that they’re from him?

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💌 SCOTTY 💌

“My shirt is red.

Spock’s is blue

But the most beautiful woman in thegalaxy is always you.”

Perhaps this was not the most romanticpoem you ever read, and maybe this could not even be considered as a real poembut it was hilarious. You were smiling like an idiot in your quarters, sittingon your bed as you read the letter you found under your door.

For about two weeks you were receivingmysterious letters from a secret admirer, it seemed a silly joke, maybe someonejust wanted to play with you, you were curious, you wanted to know who the mysteriouspoet was and congratulate him on his originality.

The only thing you knew about him nowwas that he was a red shirt but this information was not a very useful cluesince the red shirts on this ship were hundreds. You did not know every singleofficer or ensign, you were just a nurse and you worked with McCoy. Working inthe sickbay did not give you the chance to visit other places on the ship, youcould not even investigate the mysterious poet because the patients and thediseases to cure were always so many and the job never ended.

The doctor often made fun on you in his cynical but affectionate way and your secret admirer became one of the maingossip topics of the infirmary. The doctor always got the biggest laughs.

Another working day came and McCoy andyou were discussing about it, you were talking to him about the new letter youfound under your door yesterday. He was as curious as an old gossipy.

“Then? Did you get any new letters from your mysterious Casanova, Y / N?” Leonard asked.

“Yes, a pretty odd poem this time,Doctor.” You said, sighing.

“It couldn’t be more terrible than thatone where he compared your eyes to a dilithium crystal.” the doctor saidsarcastically and he rolled his eyes thinking about that sad poetry.

“Well, listen to his new poem: ‘Myshirt is red. Spock’s is blue. But the most beautiful woman in the galaxy isalways you’” You recited the poem you received the day before and thedoctor held his laughs.

“Hey, I also wear a blue shirt,that guy sympathises with that Vulcan. I feel offended.” Leonard saidironically, “At least he said you’re beautiful.” Leonard said, thinking thatmaybe your secret admirer should have limited to say these simple sentencesinstead of pretending to be a real poet.

“Ah, anyway I don’t understand ifhe jokes or if he’s serious, it’s absurd!” You said, chuckling.

“This man certainly is not boring: sympathy is a precious quality nowadays. Keep it in mind!” The doctor said and hedefined himself as the funniest man of the universe, in his cynical way, but he was always the lifeof the party.

“Now I know he wears a red shirt sohe can be an engineer or a security man.” You explained.

“This is not a big clue, becausethe red t-shirts are not really rare.” He said while he was cleaning uphis medical tools.

“Yes I know. It’s hard to find itout, however, I’m very curious.” You said, sighing.

“Can’t it be a joke? Would you bedisappointed if it was?” The doctor asked in a friendly tone, he was still yourfriend and he did not want you to be sad or with a broken heart.

“Well, I don’t know. It’s possible,I don’t want to delude myself and I’m ready for this possibility. I’m an adultand not a little girl so I’ll deal with it. But it could be also a person who doesn’t know a lotabout poetry. His intentions seem sincere.” You said.

“If you have a good feeling thenthat mysterious admirer could also be the man in your life.” The doctor supposed,shrugging.

“Who knows.” You said dreamily.

*

*

The mystery would not last long becauseyour mysterious admirer was about to show up at your door, namely MontgomeryScott, the chief engineer.

He was tired of hiding himself, of admiringyou from afar and dreaming. He could not stand it anymore, being a secretadmirer was stressful and he would prefer to talk to you than continue withthis stupid game. Scotty was no longer a kid and so he had to declare himselfas real men did, but it had been fun, this was something he had never donebefore. Then he realized he was exaggerating, he had to be serious and declarehis feelings to you in a more normal way.

He counted to five and then he asked tocome in, you had returned to your quarters a few minutes ago and you were not waiting for anyone.

“Come in.” You said and thenScotty appeared.

“Hi, Y / N, do I disturb you?”He asked, speaking seriously.

“No, not at all.” Youanswered, smiling graciously.

Then Scotty stopped to observe yoursmile, forgetting the reason he came here.

“Mr. Scotty? Are you okay?” You askedhim, he came back into reality.

“Yes, I’m fine and you? I wanted totalk to you! “He said, smiling nervously.

“I’m glad you’re fine, usuallypeople who talk to me feel never fine. But this is not the infirmary.” Yousaid jokingly. You noticed his nervousness and you wanted to break the ice.

“Oh, I see you’ve learnt a lot ofhumour from McCoy. But it seems hard to be a nurse.” He asked.

“It’s tough but interesting. Whatdid you want to talk to me about?” You asked and some ideas were whirling inyour mind.

This was the exact hour of the day whereyou received a letter from your mysterious poet. Today you have not receivedany letter yet. Scotty showed up here at about the same time and maybe thesetwo things had something in common.

“Well, yes … It’s very difficultand I don’t want you to think I’m a weirdo, an idiot or a maniac. I’m none ofthis … But I have to confess that…” Scotty took a deep breath.

“Are you my secret admirer then?” You said before he could talk.

Scotty smiled shyly, “You understoodthat, wow. Are you a Detective?” He told, chuckling.

“Elementary Watson. I felt it, sois it true?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, you got it… It’sembarrassing.” He said, scratching his head, “I’m not a kid any morebut it seemed fun, I hope you didn’t find it too weird.”

“No, it was fun actually, anexperience I’ve never done. But I’m not angry, I was pleased in a way even if…” you said thinking about how to explain it.

“Even if my poems were disgusting?Seriously, they were really bad!” He said fully ashamed.

"No, not that bad. You’re originaland amusing.” You said, nodding and maybe you did not want to ruin this momentand Scotty was a nice guy, you would have never imagined he could be yoursecret admired. It was a great surprise.

"I’m an engineer and not a poet, butat least you think it’s fun.” he said, smiling amused.

“Sympathy is a precious quality nowadaysbut we can talk about it in front of a coffee if you like.” You proposed, speaking like the Doctor. Yes, you were very influenced by him but in a positive way and then Scotty smiled happily.

“Yes, I think it’s a good idea. Butlet me offer, you found out my secret and be the first to ask for a date. Let’ssettle the score. ” He said, very determined to conquer your heart andwithout using his bad poetries this time.

[gutterdreams]

Ten Feet Over PT 2 [Billy Hargrove]

Part One Masterlist

Disclaimer: I don’t own the GIF or Stranger Things. Word Count: 4.2 k Warnings: Swearing.

* There will be a part 3 and I’m very excited to write it. Thanks for reading!

Monday couldn’t have come quick enough for Billy. He felt parched having resisted contact with you for the rest of the weekend. Multiple times he felt inclined to call toy, but distracted himself with working out, helping his dad clean out the crawl space, and even finishing a homework assignment that he hadn’t had any intention of starting. When Susan suggested he invite you over for dinner, he lied and said you were busy. Billy laid awake in bed, headphones on and hands folded behind his head, just looking for your face in the ceiling. It crossed his mind to get up, get dressed, and drive to your house. Twice, he shot up and threw the covers off his body, but he always laid back down in defeat. It wasn’t as if you were making the effort to speak to him right now.

Billy couldn’t shake the recollection of how broken you appeared, a discarded kitten shivering and crying in the chair that he shoved you into. He would close his eyes and see it, haunting him and reminding him of what monstrous weight lived inside him. He couldn’t help, but be scared that you weren’t going to forgive him, that he had pushed you away completely. He prayed that come Monday, he could talk his way out of trouble. Before his eyes finally gave up and shut, he decided he would find you before the first bell rang and plead his case. Unfortunately, he woke up late since it took him ages to actually fall asleep. Max was banging on his door and irking him back to reality when he rolled out of bed. After dropping the little ginger haired girl off at the junior high, Billy just barely pulled into his school parking lot in time. The first bell had already ring and he hadn’t even jogged inside yet. He had wanted to stop by the grocery store and buy you flowers, but now he would have to make do with just his bare hands and whatever fancy talk his brain could muster. At least, he had the first period to try and come up with something. Billy used the five minutes in-between classes to search for you in the hallway. He swore everyone was taller suddenly and moving slower than usual. Billy shoved people out of the way, weaving through shoulders, but he didn’t so much as catch a glance at the back of your head. He made it to his next class and sighed with frustration. School was really getting in the way of his plans today. He walked between the row of classes to get to the window seat he always claimed for himself in English. He stopped at Nancy Wheeler’s desk this time and leaned back to address her. She saw him, smelled his cologne first, but kept looking down at the assigned paperback.  Whenever she had to, Nancy ignored Billy’s existence. “Hey, is [Y/N] here today?” He asked, wiping the corners of his mouth with a wrist as if his question was casual. There was a chance that, maybe, you were sick or something. It didn’t even occur to Billy that you might have stayed home to avoid having to breathe the same air as him.   Nancy kept her eyes on the page she was open on, reading the same sentence for the third time since he started talking to her. “I haven’t seen her…” Billy kept going. When she sighed and flattened the book out, annoyed, he wondered if she knew about what had unfortunately happened between the two of you on Saturday, how he had lost his temper. Billy figured Nancy didn’t know because he knew if she did that she would be screaming at him like a rabid banshee. “Yes.” Nancy finally answered him, using her most unpleasant voice to show off how much she disliked him. “She was in calculus this morning.”   Nodding, Billy thanked her with a tap on her desk with three of his callused fingers and then stuffed himself behind the desk that was stained with his mindless pen doodles. He didn’t pay attention throughout English class. They spent the first fifteen minutes talking about the different themes of East of Eden, but he just sat with his thumb in the middle of Chapter 3 while looking sorrowfully out the window. They were supposed to do solo reading for the rest of class, making notes for their papers as they pleased, but Billy just stared at the stale pages, not taking in a single word. He looked for the letters of your name in every paragraph and then checked the clock. The day was moving at a snail’s pace. When lunch came, he checked his parking spot. He was convinced that you would be waiting by his car as sometimes, though rarely, you beat him out of class and met him by the hood of the Camaro. His heart fell softly into his chest when you weren’t there looking for him. Billy cursed under his breath and ignored Chuck and Tommy waiting near his car, waving at him to join them. Determined to sort things out so he could feel better, Billy headed to the cafeteria. If you were in your morning class, you were around. From the open door, he looked around the crowded room and found you within thirty seconds. You didn’t shine like you usually did. You are sitting deflated between Nancy and Danica, across from your best friend since Mommy & Me swim class, Trish. The only person missing was Barb, but you tried not to dwell on her absence. Billy watched you stir your yogurt around mindlessly, paying more attention to the mild blueberry swirl in it than anything anyone was saying. He could tell you were feeling off and he hoped that he wasn’t responsible for that. It took him a second to work up the courage to approach your table. There was nothing more frightening than a group of emotional teenage girls in Billy’s experience. They made a very powerful army. He took a deep breath and laid a flat hand on his abs then walked over, knocking into people as he did. Billy stood at the end your table like an outcast and earned a glance from Nancy that made it plain he was not welcome followed by a friendly wave from Trish. You didn’t so much as acknowledge his arrival. Instead you pretended your yogurt cup was interesting, so he cleared his throat for your attention. It was easy to keep yourself from looking at him. He had scared you more than any horror film or front page news story ever had, but there were sounds he made when he walked, small gestures his hands always performed, and his musk that you had been addicted to. It made it impossible to not know he was there. He cleared his throat again, but this time Nancy dug her eyes into him like untrimmed cat claws and Trish just looked between the two of you, plainly muddled. Billy leaned in, both hands on the table and try, “Hey, can we talk?” It was simple and probably a worn out line, but it was all he could work up the courage to ask. It was frustrating when you didn’t respond and continued to ignore him, but he understood why. He wasn’t so unreasonable. Billy sighed and tried again, “We really need to talk.” You could feel your best friend’s eyes dilating toward the crown of your head that you were keeping bowed. You hadn’t shared with anyone what transpired on Saturday night. For a reason you didn’t fully comprehend, you felt embarrassed. Billy felt like he had given you more than enough time. You two spent all of Sunday apart and every second until right now. Personally, he could not wait any longer. He tried to be quiet, let you have a moment, but his eyes studied you nervously to try and read your next move. He noticed instantly that your neckline was bare. You were wearing a red blouse with black squares uneven all over it, tied up just underneath your navel. It was buttoned up just past your cleavage and Billy stared at the space where the necklace he had given you was usually sitting. You had loved it and lit up like Christmas lights when he gave it to you in your backyard, the two of you cuddled up in your autumn attire on the bottom porch step. It had never come off your body since he clipped it together there that day. You wore it in the shower, during sex, and everything in between. Billy’s heart began to twitch off beat when he saw it wasn’t on your person anymore. Since you weren’t speaking to him or even giving him a single glance, Billy stalked around the table and sat across from you, right beside Trish, earning himself an eye roll from Nancy that could have reached Neptune. “[Y/N]?” Like a good friend, Trish worried as her eyes paced between you and the guy she had only befriended because you asked her to. She was weary of Billy, but lightened up when it became evident that he was very serious about you. She was frightened in the beginning that he was just looking for prey. You looked up at her meekly, but Billy memorized your expression. You seemed annoyed, but mostly unsteady. Usually, he was the one you looked to when you felt that way. He hated how the tables had turned. This wasn’t how he meant for things to go. “Where’s your necklace?” Very concerned, he asked.  Billy folded his arms over the table’s surface and leaned in, prompting you to pull yourself back and let out a nervous exhale. All your friends watched as you stood up from the table, gathering your backpack from the floor beneath the bench and your half drank lemonade bottle from the table. “I’ll see you guys. I’m going to go…work on…” You had no plans. You were leaving just to get away from Billy. “something. Chemistry or something.” It was a lie. You were currently in Biology and they all knew it. You had barely walked six steps away from the table, but Billy was up from the bench and chasing after you. He almost walked over top of Jared Peabody to get to you as you were walking out of the cafeteria double doors and into the bright white hallway. “Hey.” He walked behind you, almost on top of your heels as you kept heading straight. Eyes clenched, you pretended you couldn’t feel his pace right up against your back. “[Y/N/N] - “ He reached out and two of his dry fingers brushed against your elbow. With a hitched breath, you jerked your arm forward and cower. The lemonade bottle dropped the floor, but you didn’t bother to pick it up.

Billy stopped only at the sight of you flinching and had to catch his own breath, “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” It was loaded to him and squeezed on his heart to say, but to your ears, it felt empty. He bent at the knees and picked  up your drink. “You should come over tonight.” Carefully moving around you, checking on your expression from the side, Billy suggested as if things were normal between you both. “I have to watch Max ‘til Susan’s home around six, but we can just hang out in my room.” Honestly, it sounded like a dream to him. Billy swore if he could just have a few minutes with you in both his arms, curled up on his single bed, that he could make everything all better.

Hugging your elbows, moving your hands up and down your arms in an effort to give yourself comfort, Billy leaned against the brick wall in front of you and waited for you to speak. You were looking under his elbows, beyond the water fountain, but concentrating on nothing. As you mindlessly moved the short sleeves of your blouse up and then down, he saw the vivid slate blue spots. They were left behind from his thumbs and middle fingers like a violent dot to dot activity on your skin. Billy felt his own ribs ache as if someone was jabbing into them with their phalanges. He squinted away, unable to look at what represented what a demon he feared he was becoming. Both hands tightened around the lemonade bottle, desperate to be busy. He glanced down at them and felt disgusted. He wished he could just cut them off. They were weapons, they had hurt you, and he hated them for it. He hated himself for it. Weakly, he managed to speak through the silence that was killing him from the inside out, “Do you want to come over tonight?” In response, you shook your head like a little kid who was on a timeout. Your shoulders and neck were tight together as you held in the tears that were stuck behind your nose, making you feel congested. “I don’t want to be alone with you.” As if it was a secret meant for only your ears, you barely whispered. It stung Billy as if you slashed him in the middle of his stomach. He felt his center give out slightly and his shoulders drop. “We could go somewhere else then…” The fact that he felt like he needed to give you an alternative now burned internally. You were supposed to want to be alone in his bedroom with him. You two were a couple. Still, Billy was relentless on a quest to get his own way, “I don’t know, the park. Max can skate around, we can hang out.” There was always other people at the park. It used to annoy him because he would bring beer and hoped to get drunk and make out with you on the tire swing, "I know I overreacted..." He offered out one bare hand, a gesture he felt he could safely test the mood with. “Don’t touch me.” Still refusing to look up at him, you instructed coldly. “Come on…” This felt unfair to him. He moved closer, but it just prompted you to jolt back. “[Y/N], you’re my girlfriend. I love you.” He had to pant between sentiments. Right now, they felt a lot heavier than words coming from his throat. It was a desperate plea. “I’m not your girlfriend!” It was a visceral truth shooting out from your diaphragm. The halls were practically bare, but anyone in a room down the way could have heard. Finally, yours and Billy’s eyes met each others, but he looked gutted while you finally were able to breathe for the first time since he approached you in the cafeteria. “Yes, you are.” In total disbelief, he said back as if he was the one who got to decide. “No, I’m not! I am done with this…I am done feeling like an idiot! I am over… I am over being with you, Billy!” The feelings that had been arguing with your heart that still longed for Billy’s attention were finally pouring out, splashing him like boiling water fresh from a screaming kettle. Even if you hadn’t looked as crushed as you did, Billy could feel the tender pain radiating from your face. “I promise….” He went in for your wrists, but you ripped them away as soon as his fingertips were against them, surprising him instantly. “I promise to work on it.” Billy really wished he had made time to stop for flowers this morning. Truthfully, he was sure that they would help his case here and earn him forgiveness from you quicker. “Your promises don’t mean anything!” Your scream hit a note you didn’t know if you had reached before, scratching your throat as it did.

“That’s it?” Like a wet towel being wrung out in the sink, Billy’s face came together and questioned you with disbelief written all over his frustrated face. How was this happening? You two were perfect together. “There’s no more you and I because of an accident?” 

The question prompted you to stop, your heart still thumping through your chest, but your breath lightening up. Were you overreacting? It had been a thought that tangled itself around your brain, but the bruises on your skin always answered it with a firm ‘no’. The agonizing hurt of your words was evident, practically glossy, on Billy’s face and you weren’t sure what to do. He might have hurt you, but you didn’t want to retaliate. Everything felt so confusing.

“Babe, come over and - “ He checked with the toes of his boots and started up again.

“I don’t love you anymore.” The words hitched in your voice, but you managed to say it right to him. Instead of looking him in the eyes, your pupils connected to his shoulder that was leaning in and you watched  it slouched down. 

Right in the heart, your verbal bullet had pierced him and Billy felt like he had just had the wind knocked out of him. It reminded him of when he was a kid and his dad accidentally pushed him so hard on the swing set at the park near their house that he had flown off and landed in the rocks flat on his ass. He was too stunned to wail or make any expression beyond dumbfounded. “I don’t love you anymore.” Like a ballad that he would hate, you said softer this time. Hearing it again, Billy knew he wasn’t dreaming. His body ached at your confession as if it was being burned from the inside out, embers sizzling at a record pace internally. His lungs flared and he wanted to add more ash to the merciless fire. He needed an entire carton of smokes. “You’re just upset. You’ll get over it.” He sounded as if he was assuring you, but mostly Billy was trying to convince himself of what he was saying. He spun around in one swift motion and started to head down the hall, seeking a safe place to rage. “You just need to cool down…” While he might have felt a world of anger, Billy was still of sound enough mind to know that freaking out wouldn’t bring you back to him right now. He needed to fix his impulsive reactions. 

Once he had turned the corner and out of your line of sight, he whipped the plastic lemonade bottle down the hall. Billy threw his hand into an open locker door and slammed it. Then he gripped it and just kept slamming it over, and over, and over again until his fingers felt numb from clutching the metal so intensely. You heard every time the locker closed again. Everyone coming out of the cafeteria or walking around the school could. In every sense of the expression, you were between a rock and a hard place. On one hand, it was natural for you to want to go to Billy when he was in pain and in need of comfort, but on the other hand, there was a brand new crack in the foundation and you weren’t sure how to walk along with him over it now. Everything felt uncertain and uneasy. Flinching as you stood alone in the hallway, listening to his tantrum, you felt a small hand on your shoulder and jumped. It was just Nancy, Trish glowing behind her like the curvy Stevie Nicks inspired goddess she was. “Gossip in the girl’s room?” Trish offered, just as you would if she was the one looking like they had just watched Endless Love alone, in the dark, on your period. For the first time you felt confident in yourself and nodded ‘yes’. Nancy took the lead, walking straight to the nearest girl’s room while Trish threw an arm over your shoulder and pulled you into her pillowy breasts. They were ways strangely a wonderful source of comfort. “He’s such an animal.” Nancy expressed through a grimace as she pushed the door open. Billy had only just stopped using the locker like a cymbal. “Sorry, I know he’s your boyfriend, but -” As you walked through the door she was holding open, Nancy tried to explain herself. “We aren’t together right now.” Sounding guilty, you admitted with your chin dipped into your neck. Well, you didn’t think you two were. You had just told him you didn’t love him anymore. “Okay, what’s going on?” Trish wasted no time. The bathroom door swung shut and she stood in front of you right beside the sink with her arms crossed your under her boobs. She wanted the dish. “Why was Billy so desperate to talk to you?” She felt like that was the best place to start. “Or why was he trying to rip a locker door off?” Nancy usually didn’t waste her time questioning why Billy did any of the bizarre things he did, but for the sake of getting the scoop, she would play along. “On Saturday…” Scratching at your hairline, you began. “We just…we got into a big fight. I was mad at him about helping Stephanie…” “Hoe.” Like the ultimate hype girl she was, Trish didn’t miss a beat. “It just escalated.” You didn’t want to come out and say it. There was still a hole in your brain, the part of how it all happened felt fuzzy. Not to mention, you felt confused and ashamed. It wasn’t the kind of thing you shared casually. Besides, you didn’t know if, maybe, you were overreacting. Truthfully, you didn’t know how you felt at all. You were going back and forth constantly between livid, crushed, sympathetic, forgiving, confused, and all the way back to embarrassed. “Elaborate.” Nancy’s mind went to the worst place possible as she leaned back against the cold wall, the garbage beside her full of barely used brown paper towel. “What do you mean it escalated?” With Billy, that was never something minor. She had seen him go from sitting with his hands flat on his lap to pummeling a guy just for breathing too loudly. Trying your best to keep cool, you examined both your friend’s faces. Trish seemed light. To her, there was no real reason to freak out yet. Nancy, on the other hand, was already pissed off.  She sensed your fear and that was enough for her to react. “He just…I don’t know if I can get over it or not…I’m not sure.” The fight with Billy was all you had been thinking about since he left Saturday night, but yet, you had no firm answers at all. Everything was still on the fence. Were you just upset? Were you over it? Did you really not love him anymore? “Did he fuck her?” Trish bluntly asked, leaning in and ready to turn the school upside down for you. “I can kill them at the same time. I’ll find a way.” “No. No.” Shaking your head, you refuted. “Well, I don’t think so.” “So, what did the big ape do?” Nancy rolled her eyes, frustrated that you hadn’t come out and said it yet. “Stop protecting him and tell us.” “He just really freaked out. Totally unleashed. I’ve never been in his line of fire before.” Now you were worried that the flames from him were all you could see. He was proceeded by smoke. It was so hard to look beyond. Nancy wasn’t surprised, but she was still heartbroken to hear that what she assumed would happen had. “Tell me, he didn’t hit you.” She knew that he was the Prince of the Suckerpunch. She imagined that it would be all over your face in various textures and colors if he had, but then again, Billy could be sneaky. Nancy’s heart raced as she pushed off the bathroom wall and approached you. “No. He didn’t.” You swore to them both with honest eyes. Of course, you had been terrified that he was going to. Now, you just worried what they would say or think if you shared how he held you down in the chair as if he wanted to break your bones through it. “It just sort of felt like he might.” Instantly, you shut your lips and looked away from your reflection in the dirty mirror above the sink. You said too much. They would never forgive Billy now even if it was the truth. “Well, obviously, you’re never talking to him again.” Nodding, Trish assumed out loud and made it law between your clique. “Yeah. If he has stuff of yours or you have things of his, leave that to us. I’m not scared of that man-child.” Nancy reached forward and squeezed your forearm in an attempt to be comforting. In fact, she had half a mind to go over to Billy’s place without your permission and give him a large piece of her mind.  “I’m fine. It’s fine. I just…I don’t know.” You wished the right thing to do was clearer. Then again, nothing with Billy was.   “No. You do know.” Nancy couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “If you stay with him, that’s it. I’ll never talk to you again.” She was coming on strong, but she was also being honest. Nancy couldn’t support this anymore, not when her good friend looked so terrified all day. “I lost Barb and I’m not losing you because Billy has a bad temper. No way.” She held your stare as Trish nodded along to every word. “Fuck Billy Hargrove!” She shouted and accidentally made you chuckle with a tear falling from one eye. “Say it.” Softly, like the way you were told nice girls behaved, you shook your head 'no’ and wiped your face on the shoulder or your blouse. “Fuck Billy Hargrove!” Trish screamed for you and then moved to the bathroom door, ripping it open and yelling the sentiment again, “Hey Hawkins! Fuck Billy Hargrove.” She declared into the hall. You laughed again and Nancy pulled you in close to her side and led you out of the girl’s room, the two girls shouting the same three words into the air until you joined in as you moved back to the cafeteria. It was like sunlight finding a tear in the storm clouds to peek through. While gently, you were still laughing and that was all thanks to your friends. You had a hunch the sinking feeling that your deteriorating relationship gave you would only feel worse without them. 

TO BE CONTINUED

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could you do monty cuddle headcanons if you may, many thanks beforehand

I'm feeling alright and spitting out quick hc responses. you're the first on the list. Lets g o!

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Mongomery Gator (FNAF) x reader

[Cuddle Headcanons]

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If Monty says it's cuddle time, it's cuddle time. Doesn't matter if you're working, busy with something important, or waiting for your food to be served. He can and WILL drag you off to his room (or somewhere more secluded) if he wants to hold you without people staring

With that said, it's not unlike him to walk up behind you, rest his chin on top of your head, and hold you like that. Does it inconvenience you? Oh well. Unless you really don't want him to hold you right now he'll stay like that for as long as you'll let him (or someone drags him off)

At first he seemed extremely reluctant to do a lot of “affectionate” things with you but in reality he desperately wanted to hold you close. He's the tough guy, though, and the last thing he wants is to mess up his reputation risk accidentally hurting you or forcing you into more physical contact than you're comfortable with. Especially when you first started dating.

One of his favourite ways to hold you is to pull you close with him on his back and you on your side half laying on top of him, one arm around you while you rest your head against his chest. It's simple, it's kinda cliché, but he adores when you snuggle closer to him like this.

He thinks it's really cute when you reach out to hug his arms closer to you. It genuinely makes him feel at peace.

He won't say no to being the little spoon, but he finds it funny how small you are in comparison. You're like a backpack. It's kinda hilarious and he gently pokes fun at you for it (in the most affectionate way).

He admitted it once and ONLY once but sometimes he really enjoys being the little spoon – it makes him feel incredibly important.

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Enterprise Crowd - Part 5

Summary: These are the adventures of Reader, a Lieutenant Commander assigned the Enterprises IT engineering team. Her biggest flaw? Her temper.

Wordcount: 1200ish

A/N: This week in “Enterprise Crowd”: Realizations dawn upon our main characters. I had to use the gif, I am so sorry! It’s overall fluffy, romantic stuff. I hope you like it. And that’s that of Season 1 of Enterprise Crowd, please tune in once we get to Season 2 (someday.)

Warnings: cursing, fluffyness (toothrotting)

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4

What were you even doing? You hated that man. That was what you tried to convince yourself off anyways, as you strutted down to the Chief Engineers quarters. You were glad that you met no one while walking through the gangways, at least no one you knew or who threw you curious looks. The way was not as long as you had wished for - you felt wholly unprepared when you stood in front of his door, clutching the bottle of Scotch with desperation. He liked Scotch, didn’t he? Being a scotsman and all that. A minute passed while you tried to work through your feelings, but when a fellow engineer threatened to come into your general direction you decided to knock on his door in an example of forward retreat.

The doors glided open only seconds later and his brown eyes instantly met yours. „Y/N.“, he said, stepping aside and gesturing into the room. „Come ..come in.“ Without saying a word you stepped in, walked to the table and put the bottle of scotch on it. Only then did you turn around, leaning nervously against the table, and faced him. His eyes were locked onto you, searching your face for … something. He tore himself away from you and got two glasses out of the kitchen, putting them next to the bottle. „Truce?“ he asked as he looked up again, again gesturing for you - this time asking you to sit down, which you did. „Truce.“, you answered and watched him how he grabbed the bottle and unstopped it. „Starfleet has regulations about alcohol on duty.“, he remarked casually and poured both of you that amber liquid. „We’re not on duty, Sir.“ you took the glass he handed you and noticed that he had poured himself just a little more. „We’re on a ship that’s on a mission, that’s pretty much on duty, lass“ with that he took his own glass, raised it and took a sip. You followed suit and stared at the liquid for a moment before speaking up again. „Am I here to argue about starfleet regulations with you?“ you asked and looked up. There he was again, watching you. „Of course not.“, he actually bit his lower lip, his hands seemingly at a loss as to where to be until they settled for the glass. For the first time it dawned onto you that he was probably as confused as you were. „If,“, he began and his hands now gripped the glass tightly enough that you thought it would break any moment. „If you consider requesting transfer to another ship I will grant it and write you a spotless recommendation letter.“ The glass you had just lifted to your lips came to rest as you stared at him in disbelief. Never had the thought occurred to you to leave the Enterprise. The Enterprise and all your friends. The job you loved. This 5 year mission. Finishing what you had started and downing the drink at once you set down the glass again and shoved it over to him for a refill. „I’ve never even thought about that, Mr. Scott.“ „Lass!“ he exclaimed and stopped refilling your glass for a solid second: „Dinnae call me Mr. Scott. We…“ the scotsman did not finish the sentence he had so carelessly started and when you took your glass back you finished what he had started in a whisper: „..had sex?“. Both of you blushed, like bloody teenagers. He downed his drink and helped himself to some more. „Montgomery.“ you said, surprised by the softness of your own voice. Vance was so wrong - that would sound just nice while … Yes. „Everyone says Scotty,“ he offered with a shrug. „But Montgomery is fine. It’s a bit more …“ „Intimate?“ you bit your tongue and took another sip of Scotch, watching his ears turn red.

Silence stretched between the two of you - the kind of uncomfortable silence between two people unsure about each other. It was the kind of silence that gave you time to think and observe and while sipping from your Scotch now and then you eyed your counterpart. You could see a scratch on his neck and memory prompted immediately how he had gotten it. It made you shift in your chair and prompted you to down that drink in your hand once more. As you saw it, you were well on the way to do a rerun of the night before. An uncomfortable realization struck you. You remembered how the brown hair had felt between your fingers. You saw how he had not shaved this morning and imagined how his stubble would feel on the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. „I..“ you rose to speak, „I shouldn’t have run, Montgomery.“ „No, ya shouldn’t“ he answered plainly. Embarrassment turned your cheeks red and while your glass was still empty you got up abruptly. Maybe it was all a mistake. A stupid mistake. „Maybe we should just forget about this episode and go to bed and never speak of it again.“ you muttered, teeth clenched. The chief engineer sprang up from his chair and, just as you started to walk to the door, caught your hand. „No. I’m sorry, lass.“ You stood there, his hand wrapped around yours, skin against skin and despite everything you had done before it felt like the most intimate thing you had ever experienced. „I’m sorry“ he whispered and pulled ever so gently, his pull asking a question he did not dare to utter. You turned around slowly, your shoulders and chest feeling heavy with anticipation. The fraction of a smile played around his lips. „Yer a proud basterd.“ „You are too.“ And in that moment, watching his brown eyes take you in with fear and adoration you knew - just knew - that he’d been as surprised and swamped with what had happened, just as you had. That he had turned the events over in his head, again and again, just as you had. Examined every bit of that night with frightful curiosity. It was a painful realization and a difficult one, because it forced you to consider your own fallibility. It forced you to see that he had fallen hard for you, right then and there. That he had fallen for you in the moment his lips had first touched yours, in that fleeting string of moments of shared passion. He pulled you into his arms now, his hands grabbing your face, cupping your chin and pressing his mouth onto yours in one fluid, desperate motion. It felt like drinking liquid fire from his lips, burning hot and filled to the brim with an unspoken desire to just burn away together. You had fallen for him as well. You had not had the heart to admit it to yourself. „I hate you“, you muttered, pulling him closer, letting your hands glide over that perfect neck of his. He chuckled lowly, his hands now running through your hair. „Care to.. stay for the night, lass?“ he whispered. „We’ll.. figure the rest out later“, the scotsman added. It was now your turn to answer, eyes twinkling mischievously: „Yes, Sir.“

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Started: February 18th, 2024 Updated: March 31st, 2024

All my writings for Monty Montgomery - A Series of Unfortunate Events

I. Caretakers || Romantic | Fluff

∙ One shot | Rating: General Audiences | Pairing: Monty Montgomery x Male!Reader You and your husband meet the Baudelaire children and take care of them!

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A Eulogy for Billy Hargrove

Pairings: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Words: 2.9k

Summary: It’s one week after Billy’s death and Max asked you to speak at his funeral.

Warnings: Definitely cussing but I think that’s it

A/N: Hi I’m back from the dead and have been thinking about Billy a lot lately and thought of this :) let me know what you think! Not my gif!

Masterlist

In the first flashback you were the one talking to Billy, not El whenever he died. 

Billy’s weight presses against you. His hands no longer feel soft and gentle, the way they felt in the months prior. His body no longer belongs to him. His eyes see right through you, almost as if you aren’t beneath him. You still see him as the man you loved --love.

Your body aches. Your head reels from the impact it made against the tile. Your limbs sore from running, your throat still burning from where Billy grabbed you. But none of this matters. You want to reach Billy, you want him to come back to you, for everything to be over and life to carry on.

“Seven feet,” You blurt. His eyes lock with yours for the first time, his body jolting at your words. “You told her the wave was seven feet.” His breathing deepens, his grip relaxes. “You ran to her on the beach. There were seagulls,” Tears escape your eyes as Billy begins to slowly come back. “She wore a hat with a blue ribbon. A long dress with a blue and red flower.”

Billy looks away, his eyes scanning something you can’t see. Something he always does when he’s concentrating. “Yellow sandals, covered in sand.” You choke, “She was pretty,” Billy’s lips curl into something like a smile, the closest he could get in a time like this. “She was really pretty.” You nod and he follows your actions, curls bouncing beside him. “And you, you were happy.”

Tears cascade down his cheeks. You reach for him, slowly, as if asking permission to touch. “Do you remember telling me this?” He nods again, eyes fluttering closed. “Do you know who I am?” Another nod. “I love you,” You sob, “I love you so much.” You want to hold him, to feel his skin against yours.

The sound of the Mind Flayer’s screeches pull Billy away. Just when you finally had him back, he was taken once more. He stands slowly, squaring his shoulders like he does to seem threatening.

The Mind Flayer screams but Billy doesn’t flinch. From where you lie, you can see the terror spreading through Billy’s eyes. You already know what’s coming, the monster will reach for you. There will be pain. You don’t want to die, you’re not ready. But Billy came back, and right now, to you, that’s all that matters.

Instinctively, you kick yourself back. Using the last bit of your strength to scoot away from the Mind Flayer, but there’s no use. You can already see the hand shooting from his mouth. You raise your arms to block your sight, accepting pain, accepting death.

And then nothing.

When your eyes open you only see Billy. His hands push against the Mind Flayer, running at it, trying to save you. He’s screaming, you can almost feel his agony through his cries.

You see the other hands too late. It’s too late to scream, too late to warn Billy. The Mind Flayer tears into Billy’s side. Billy doesn’t stop screaming. Another hand into his body. Billy’s grip weakens, his limbs fall back to his sides but the hands don’t stop coming.

With one final scream from the Mind Flayer. Dark liquid leaks from Billy’s mouth, you can’t tell if it’s blood or whatever’s left from the Mind Flayer’s possession, maybe both. He hasn’t stopped screaming.

The Mind Flayer shoots one last hand, this time into Billy’s chest. Billy falls silent, his body limp in the monster’s many hands. The monster retracts, Billy’s body dropping to the floor.

It was your turn to scream, a sudden burst of strength pulsing through your body, just enough for you to reach him. He’s gasping, choking on the darkness that’s pooling in his mouth. “Billy?” You sob, hovering over him. Your hands brace his shoulders that are slick with sweat. “Billy, Billy please.” You shake him, trying your best to keep him awake, to keep him alive.

“I love--” Another choke, “You too.” His voice is hoarse, but nevertheless, it’s him. You can tell by the twitches in his lips that he wants to smile, he wants to speak, to say how everything will be okay like he normally does when life gets shitty. You reach for his hand, squeezing it gently, careful to not add to the pain he’s already in. He squeezes back.

The blue in his eyes fade, his lips in a line, his body perfectly still. Just like that, in a span of a few agonizing moments, the Mind Flayer took everything from you.

Billy Hargrove died six days ago.

You stare at your reflection in the mirror, the young woman staring back is almost unrecognizable. Your eyes swollen, the circles beneath them so dark even makeup couldn’t hide them.

You should be getting ready for college, packing up last minute things for your dorm, bidding goodbye to your parents, eager to get the hell out of Hawkins. Instead, you’re preparing to say goodbye to a man that was taken too soon.

You clutch the crinkled eulogy in your hands, folding it gently and tucking it into your pocket. With a final deep breath, you carry yourself through the house and out the door and into your car.

The four doors and cushioned seats used to be comforting, but now it just reminds you of Billy. Even his scent still lingers, or maybe you’re just imagining it.

“I hate when you drive, you know? You always take turns too fast and hit every single pot hole on the road.” Billy scoffs, dipping some fries into ketchup that’s smeared onto a napkin.

“Oh, so suddenly I’m the bad driver?” You laugh, “That’s rich coming from you Mr. 60 miles per hour in a 35” as if on cue, your tires glide over broken pavement jolting you and the complaining passenger.

“You just proved my point!” Billy laughs, flailing his hands dramatically. His outburst sends the napkin from the console and onto the seat and his jeans. “Shit.” He grumbles, peeling back the flimsy paper and rubbing it with clean napkins.

“Don’t rub it, shithead! That’ll make it worse!” You screech, trying to stay focused on the winding stretch of road ahead of you.

“How else am I supposed to clean this shit off then?” He only rubs the condiment into the seat’s fabric further.

“You blot it... I think?” You chuckle, watching your boyfriend struggle beside you with ketchup covering his fingers. “I swear to god if that stains my seat you’re never going to hear the end of it, Hargrove.”

You stare at the dark, lopsided stain that still adorns the passenger seat. You can faintly make out his sincere apologies through his laughter. You almost laugh at the amount of chemicals the two of you scrubbed the seat with. You’ll never wash it off, or even try to. Not now.

Billy’s burial is tucked away near the edge of the cemetery. Knowing Neil, it was probably the cheapest plot of land he could find. Even in death, he couldn’t honor his son. It makes you sick.

Today, the air is warm, the sky is clear, not a single cloud in sight. The sun beats down on your black clothes, you feel as if you’re being burned alive. As if you haven’t endured enough pain to last you a lifetime.

You walk leisurely along the path not ready to face the closed casket. You weren’t ready to face a lot of things that this day will bring. The looks of solemn faces, the look of concern. Your mother has worn that look every single day. People will ask the inevitable: “Are you okay?” and of course, you’d have to say yes.

You aren’t okay. You don’t know if you ever will be. Billy left a gaping hole that will never be filled. He was your other half. Everyone will tell you “It’ll get better with time.” but it won’t. You could live seven lifetimes and the pain of Billy’s death will never get any easier.

You hear voices behind you. The annoying shrill of Carol and Tommy’s voice linger behind you. “Should we say something?” Carol says in an attempt to whisper, she’s never been very good at it.

“Be my guest.” Tommy hisses. They fall silent as they approach, their footsteps even slow. Carol doesn’t say a word, neither does Tommy, and soon they pass. You meet Carol’s eye, the look of sympathy written across her features. You can’t tell if she’s faking it or not, either way it disgusts you.

Carol’s claws for nails drag along Billy’s bicep, he doesn’t bat it away. “Billy,” She sings, bringing the red cup to her lips, staining the plastic with expensive lipstick. “Come on, just this once. Forget about the little bitch for just tonight. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” She purrs.

Billy rolls his eyes but looks at her nevertheless. He opens his mouth to say something but is cut short when locking eyes with you.

Your hands shake, rage pulsing through your veins more than the alcohol. You throw the half empty cup against the wall, trudging out of Tina’s grand house and into the cold autumn air.

“Y/N!” He calls after you, pushing through the crowd of teenagers. “Hey! Would you just stop walking for two fucking seconds?”

“Fuck off, Hargrove.” Your feet don’t stop moving. You don’t know where you’re going or even where the sidewalk leads, but anywhere is better than that house.

“I didn’t even do anything.” He jogs to catch up.

“Exactly. You didn’t do anything. You could’ve told her to piss off or push her hand away but you did nothing!” Billy watches your arms move in wild motions as your anger got the best of you. “For fucks sake, is everything you said a lie? Everything that we’ve done and talked about, was it all just some sick game to you?”

“What? No! I--”

“Because it looks like you’re still the same power hungry horn dog that you were when you first stepped into town. Fuck, I should’ve listened to Nancy or Steve, or literally anybody with a working brain to not get involved with you.”

“What are you talking about? Carol means nothing to me.” He’s frantic, you can tell he’s being truthful. You almost feel bad for making a scene. You stand silent for a moment, crossing your arms over your chest to keep warm.

“Then why didn’t you defend me?” Your voice is almost lost in the wind but Billy catches every word.

“You stormed out before I could even say anything.” He sighs, taking slow steps towards you. “I’ve never lied to you, everything has been nothing but the truth. I’m sorry I was a piece of shit when we met but I promise I’m not that guy anymore.” He folds you into his chest, the scent of tobacco and alcohol invades your senses.

“You promise?” You whisper. He pulls away, taking his warmth with him.

“Fuck Carol, or any other girl. I want you, I love you. I’ll love you until my heart stops. I’m going to be yours forever.”

“Jesus Christ,” You chuckle, “Are you proposing to me right now?”

“No, but one day, I’d like to.”

There was a lot of truth in what Billy said that night at Tina’s party. He loved you until the very last second of his life. But you didn’t think forever would just be memories and old ketchup stains. You thought forever would entail a marriage, maybe kids, if not at least a dog. Forever should’ve ended sixty years from now, not six days ago.

A sea of black greets you when you finally make it to the burial. People are milling around, some talking to one another, other’s munching on refreshments you’re surprised Neil even arranged. People stop talking as you pass them.

You see Max, her tear stained cheeks, tissue balled in her hand. Lucas holds her free one, El rubs soothing circles along her shoulders. The rest of the teenagers are beside her, nobody says anything, each of them staring at the closed mahogany casket just a few feet in front of them.

The funeral begins, a minister takes the podium and rambles about the afterlife. Neil even talks, he says bullshit about being a proud father and how Billy meant the world to him. You can’t help but roll your eyes. Susan blots her tears and gives Max a soothing pat on the leg as her daughter emerges, brushing past Neil as she messes with the microphone.

“Billy--” She begins, words caught in her throat. “Billy was my brother,” She opens her mouth to say more but her voice fails. Her sobs are amplified from being so close to the mic. Through blurry vision, her eyes meet yours, a silent plea to help her.

You stand, gaining attention and murmurs from the audience. When you reach Max, you pull her into a hug, stroking her hair as she cries into your shoulder. “It’s okay, I got you.” You rock her back and forth, ignoring the uncomfortable shifts from people in their chairs.

Max finally stands, still sniffling. She squeezes your hand before taking her seat between Lucas and El.

You lean close to the microphone, shifting it slightly so you could stand straight. “Um, a few days ago, Max asked me to speak today,” You start to pull the wrinkled paper from your pocket, ignoring the smeared ink and tear stains before balling it up and tossing it to the side. He didn’t deserve something rehearsed, that’s not how either of you did things. You refuse to start today.

“Billy Hargrove was a lot of things. He was a student, an athlete, a brother,” You pause, giving a weak smile towards Max that she attempts to return, “A friend, and probably the love of my life. I know a lot about Billy, I know him better than anyone sitting here today. So, I thought I’d share with you who the real Billy Hargove is.” You breathe, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“If Billy ever told you that his favorite color was red, you shouldn’t have believed him. It’s actually blue. More specifically, he told me it was the color of the sky on a clear day.” You look towards the sky, the sun blinding you only for a moment. “Billy would’ve loved today. He’d look up at the sky, he’d close his eyes, and stand in silence. After a few moments he’d beckon for me, and I too would face the sky with my eyes closed. He’d ask if I could hear it, the waves, the seagulls. Truthbetold, I’d never be able to. I’ve never heard the ocean. But I’d always say yes.” You smile fondly at the numerous occasions where that exact scenario occurred.

“Billy was smart, he was one A away from a 4.0. He always took pride in having a higher GPA than me. Billy was also strong, and not just because he worked out everyday. No, Billy was strong because he had to be.” You glare at Neil for a brief moment, making him move awkwardly in his seat.

“Billy deserved so much more than what was given to him. I wish he could’ve seen California one last time. I wish he had the chance to leave this town, to start over, to never look back. He deserved that more than anyone else I know.” You take another breath, mind racing for something else to say, something to make people know Billy wasn’t the monster they believed him to be.

“California was his happy place. He told me many times that wherever I was, he was happy. But I always knew his happy was in California. Billy would tell me all kinds of stories about him and his mom. There was this one story where he caught a wave that was seven feet. He ran and told his mom who was on the shore. He never forgot to emphasize how pretty she was. How happy she was, how happy he was.” Tears prick your eyes, threatening to spill as you retell the story for the second time this week. This time, Billy wasn’t your audience. “He always talked about how one day he’d see her again. I wish he got that chance.”

“Billy died a hero, in many ways most of you could never understand. He died a hero to me,” Your eyes travel to find Nancy, Steve, and Johnathon. Each of them give a knowing, proud smile. You look at the young teens in the front row, the boys stare at their shoes, kicking their toe into the earth below. El wipes away tears, Max grins at you through hers, clinging to every word you speak. “To all of us. Even if you don’t know it.” With a final deep breath, you open your mouth one last time to finish your speech.

“Billy didn’t know peace for most of his life. I hope that he does now. And I hope wherever he is, the sky is forever clear, that he can see the ocean waves and hear the seagulls.”

Most people have left by now. Nancy and Johnathon made sure to give you hugs, Nancy reminded never hesitate to call. You said you would, but both of you know you’d probably never pick up the phone.

You sit alone staring ahead at the grey tombstone. “In loving memory of William Hargove. A loved brother and son.” You trace the words with your eyes over and over, unable to look away.

“I’m sorry,” You say quietly, “I know you would’ve wanted it this way. But it should’ve been me.” You stand, taking a final look at the empty cemetery. “I’ll love you until my heart stops, Billy Hargrove. I’m going to be yours forever, I promise.”

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