#mongomery x reader

[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.

[trashartgalleries]

I've done it: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52998274

It's not the best (and my writing's ass), but the void is being filled

😮‍💨 ... I just wanted to read a smut fic about male y/n x Glamrock Freddy or male y/n x Montgomery Gator and I couldn't find any that wasn't FTM/trans reader... (well, I found one for Monty and, like, two for Freddy, but that wasn't enough!!!!)

😩 Looks like I'm going to have to do it myself... as usual... why is it so hard to find fics with penis action on Ao3, dude?

I just want to experience having a dick through male reader x character fanfictions... I don't want to read about vaginas because I already have 1 😫

[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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taglist: @bytheseangie

[quiione]

🐊🐊🐊

[infiniteimaginings]

「𝘈 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘜𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴」

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

[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….

[allfandomxreader]

Scouts Honor // Part 3

Pairings: Billy Hargrove x Henderson!Reader

Summary: It’s no secret that you’ve hated Billy since the moment he moved to Hawkins. When you run into him miles away from home, his drunken company doesn’t sound unbearable for just one night.

Words: 3.1k

Part: 3/3

Warnings: Language, underage drinking, a quick scene of a stranger trying to be forceful. 

A/N: Me?? Finishing a series????? Who knew. I genuinely love this story so much, it holds a special place in my heart. I hope you enjoy reading just as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you to everyone who reads. Feedback is always welcome and appreciated :)

Not my gif!

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist  

Saturday is spent just like the last. Trying to remember how you got home, looking at the medicine left on the nightstand but unable to reach for it, under the covers unmoving. Sunday is better, you feel more like a person and less like death. You ignore Billy on Monday. He doesn’t leave a note in your locker. Tuesday evening, you and Nancy are sprawled out on her bedroom floor, highlighting pages in your biology textbooks with green and blue markers. Wednesday after school, you drive Dustin and the rest of the party back home from AV club, the two of you eat supper with your mom as soon as you step through the front door. Thursday, you have dinner with Nancy and Jonathan. The diner is never busy on Thursdays, it’s the night designated for the three of you.

Nancy throws another article of clothing from out of her closet and onto her bed. The pile of garments only grows taller atop of her duvet. You watch her pace again, you’re surprised there aren’t permanent footprints burned into her carpet. You don’t know why she’s insisting to look cute tonight, or any other Friday for that matter. She’s already with Jonathan, there’s nobody at Tina’s for her to impress.

“Will you stop?” You beg, “You’re giving me a headache, Jesus.” She only glares.

“None of this looks right.” She lets out an aspirated sigh. “What about this one?” She holds up a blouse to match the sixth skirt she’s tried on.

“Beautiful as always.” You don’t tell her all the outfits she’s asked about looks the same. You’re ready to leave and get the night over with. You wonder what Billy’s plans are for the evening, if he’ll be back at Jameson Avenue or if he’s found another party to crash. The two of you haven’t spoken in a week, or so much of even looked at each other. You don’t blame him, nor would you have the chance to, it goes against the rules. Wherever he’ll be, you know it’ll be more fun than Tina’s.

Nancy tugs on your arm on the way up the steps into Tina’s house. You wish you could turn around and go back home. A night spent with Dustin would be better than what you’re about to endure. You can push the bad memories away and suffer one night if that means Nancy will stop asking you to come. You follow her around as she tries to find Jonathan. You greet other students as you continue the search, all of them are surprised to see you. Each of them have a remark about how you’re here instead of studying. You want to laugh at how little they know you.

You spot Billy at the beer pong table. His back is turned to you as he makes a trick shot. Everyone around him cheers, a girl scrapes her nails against his arm as he turns, shouting in victory as he shows off to the students around him. He freezes when he spots you, shaking away the girl’s touch. Nobody notices that you’re staring at each other, it’s crazy how much can happen under one’s nose, under one roof. You decide not to stare any longer, going back to ignoring him and follow Nancy.

You’re not drunk enough to find any of this evening enjoyable, you don’t think you want to be. It’s one thing to lose control around people you don’t know miles away. You’d never have to see them again if you chose not to. Here, everyone remembers everything. Nobody forgot about Laura Hudson’s boyfriend cheating on her with Cassandra Evans two weeks ago. Rodney bates can’t live down throwing up on Jessica Monroe, everyone started calling him “Spewer” since. Nobody can party in peace wondering when Timothy Jones will cause his scene. Whatever happens here will be the talk of the school until graduation, what happens here sticks in everyone’s memories until the end of time. You wish you hadn’t come.

Timothy Jones sways on his feet as he makes his way towards you. Some glance his way, wondering if this will be his moment. You feel uneasy as you look back to where Nancy was. She’s not beside you anymore, she probably found Jonathan somewhere in the room of people.

“Haven’t seen you here in a while.” He slurs.

“I’m not in the mood, Tim.” You warn, trying to turn and walk away.

“What’s the matter? I can’t hold a conversation with you?” His voice raises slightly, gaining more stares. You see Steve standing in the corner, eyes trained on the two of you. Even though the two of you haven’t talked in months, you know he’d step in without a second thought. You give him a slight head shake that goes unnoticed Timothy. You’ve taken on monsters before, you can handle yourself when it comes to a drunken teen, but there’s no reason to cause a scene.  

“No, of course you can. Sorry, I’m just stressed about the History test Monday I guess.” Your words seem to calm him down a little. You try to find Nancy and Jonathan in the crowd but they’re nowhere to be found.

“This party kinda blows, don’t you think? We should get out of here.” He almost purrs. You have to keep your face from twisting into disgust, you don’t want to push him any further.

“No, that’s okay. I came with Nancy, I need to make sure her and Jonathan get home safe.” You try to make your escape but his hand wraps tightly around your wrist. “Let me go.” You say sternly. You can see Steve shift from his position against the wall, ready to come save you.

“Back off Timothy.” You’re relieved the second you hear Billy’s voice. You could jump into his arms this very second if you weren’t petrified of everyone finding out about the two of you.

“Nothing’s happening, Hargrove. Mind your own goddamn business.” Billy’s eyes flick to you briefly, sucking his lip between his teeth. You stand frozen between the two of them.

“Know your place, Jones.” Billy says gruffly. “You know I haven’t gotten my turn with Y/N yet.” All eyes are on the boys as they square their shoulders, neither one of them backing down. You hate this side of Billy, you’ve almost forgotten it existed.

Part of you wonders if that’s all this was from the beginning. A rouse, a way to get int your pants and leave after the first time he lays in your bed. He’d never speak to you again, you’re sure of it. You don’t know him as well as you’d like, you barely know him at all from just the two nights you’ve spent together. Billy Hargrove might be the monster he pretends to be.

Eventually, Timothy backs away, muttering drunken curses as the room collectively sighs with relief. Even if Timothy wanted a fight, he knows he’d lose. Nobody has ever won against Billy. They’d come to school with swollen eyes and scabbed knuckles, Steve was that person at one point in time. The entire school would buzz with rumors about the fight. Billy always held his head a little higher during those weeks. You wonder if he enjoys the attention, you wonder if he enjoys being feared.

Billy turns to you then, relaxing slightly. He leans towards you, his breath is hot on your neck. “What are you—”

“Go along with it.” He commands through hushed words. “A Hawkins party, huh?”

“Don’t get used to it.” You glance around the room. Too many people are staring for your liking. Steve still remains in his spot, looking for any sign to come to your rescue.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He laughs. “I’m going to tuck your hair behind your ear, okay? Push me. Tell me off.” You don’t have time to register what he means before he’s doing it. He pulls away, fingertips ghosting against your temple as they push strands of hair behind your ear. He blinks quickly, waiting for you to do something.

“Don’t touch me.” You blurt, shoving his hand away. He raises his eyebrows in pretend shock for a moment before it turns into anger. “You don’t get to have a turn with me you piece of shit.” You talk loud enough to gain attention, not too much to cause an even bigger scene.

“What’s going on, you okay?” You look towards the voice. Steve stands next to you, looking at the boy. Billy rolls his eyes, popping his knuckles as a challenge. You didn’t realize how close you were standing to Billy until Steve’s fingers are pressed to his chest, pushing him further away from you.

Billy’s eyes are wild as he stares at your long-lost friend. It’s hard to tell what’s pretend and what’s real. You don’t know how far Billy will go to make it all believable, if this part is even an act.

“Yeah, Steve. I’m fine.” You say softly, gently tugging on his arm to pull him away. You try not to show your panic, the last thing you want is to set either of them off. “Stay the hell away from me, Hargrove.” You spit the words in his direction. He sends you a wink as you push past him, trudging away from the living room with Steve following closely behind. You know he’ll ask questions, you try to think of a lie he’ll believe.

For the first time in months, you’re not hungover Saturday. The phone rings stirring you from your sleep. You groan, wanting to sleep in, annoyed you’re the only one home to answer.

“Hello?” You grunt into the receiver, the tiredness hasn’t left your body.

“Good morning to you too,” you hear Billy’s voice on the other end. Your eyes widen, he’s never called you before. The two of you haven’t had the chance to talk about almost kissing one another, you don’t know what to say to him.

“Calling my house now? What if my brother was home?”

“He’s not, he’s at the arcade with Max.” He says, you don’t have to be next to him to know he rolled his eyes.

“What do I owe the pleasure?” You ask, leaning against the wall, twirling the cord around your finger.

“Calling to check in. How are you feeling after last night?”

“Fine,” you sigh. “I think we’re in the clear. I told Steve you were trying to hit on me, he believed it as far as I know.” You say, reliving the brief conversation the two of you had before finding Nancy and Jonathan. “I don’t know how Timothy will act at school Monday.”

“Don’t worry about him, I’ll handle it.” Part of you wants to talk him out of whatever his plan is, if that’d even be possible. But you don’t care much about Timothy, even less so now. You don’t mind whatever Billy would do to him.

“Is that all?” You question, holding the phone closer to your ear.

“Actually,” he’s quiet for a moment. You hold your breath. “I wanted to do something a little different this Friday.”

“Oh? Penny for your thoughts?”

“I want to take you some place. It’s not much but I think you’ll like it.” You don’t say anything, you want him to continue speaking. You like the way he sounds on the line. “Meet me on the corner of Stone Hill at seven? I’ll drive.”

“Okay,” you say simply. “I’ll be there.”

You meet Billy at the outskirts of town at seven Friday night. He’s leaning against his Camaro, sucking on a cigarette when you put your car in park. Neither of you say much when you get into the car and he begins to drive. You’ve never been this close to him while sober. The unspoken topic of your almost kiss still hangs in the air. It all feels different, like new territory both of you are scared to explore.

He turns the music up, drumming along to the beat with his thumbs against the steering wheel. He takes right turns down roads you’ve never thought to take. You sing along to the songs you know, dramatically dancing beside him the further he takes you passed city limits. He tries to sneak glances at you but he’s never subtle about it, you catch him every time.

His hand moves across the console, gently intertwining his fingers around yours as if asking for permission. You take it, feeling warmth spread up your neck and to your cheeks at his touch. When you look at him, you swear he’s blushing too. You know that if you point it out, he’d say it’s just the sunset reflecting off the hood of his car. The pinks and oranges beyond the windows illuminate him, peaking through the strands of his blonde hair. He looks beautiful. You can faintly hear the six pack of beer in the back over the music, the bottles clank together as he drives.

He comes to a stop after an hour, pulling into a clearing just off the main road. Reluctantly, he releases your hand as he steps out of the car. You meet him at the hood, hopping onto it as he hands you a beer bottle before placing the rest by your feet.

“This is my favorite spot,” he says, settling down next to you. “I come here a lot to think. Never thought I’d bring someone here with me.”

“Well, I’m honored to be the first.” You say, taking a swig from the bottle. “You chose a nice place.” It’s dark now, the sunset has almost faded completely. The stars above twinkle the brightest you’ve ever seen.

“Has anyone said anything about last Friday?”

“Not really. Nancy kinda freaked out about the whole thing, apologizing that she wasn’t there and stuff.” You say with a shrug. “Steve will probably be watching you like a hawk though.”

“I didn’t know you and him were close.”

“We’re not, not anymore at least. He’s closer to my brother these days.” Billy stares ahead, into the empty night that stretches before him. “What’s going on in that big head of yours?” You ask, nudging him gently with your shoulder.

“Do you remember that night? At the Byers?” You gulp. Of course you remember, you’ll remember that night for the rest of your life despite trying to forget it. “I think that’s my biggest regret,” he whispers.

“Why did you do that?” You ask softly, not wanting to push him so far he closes himself off. It’s a question you’ve always wanted to know but never had the chance to ask.

And so he tells you. He tells you everything, about his dad, about how he pretends to hate Max even though he cares about her more than anything. He tells you about California and how it hurt like hell to leave. He tells you about his mom, how he wants to track her down once he graduates. How he stares at her name in the phone book but never has the courage to dial her number. He misses her voice, he hasn’t heard it in years.

Everything about Billy Hargrove starts to make sense, why he is the way he is the more he talks. It’s not right, the way he acts, the way he treats people, you don’t hesitate to let him know that. You understand him more, on a deeper level than just hating Hawkins and wanting to get drunk in peace. You reach for his hand again, giving him the comfort he needs to let it all off his chest.

He asks about you when he’s done, drawing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. You tell him as much as you can, about your brother, about your mom, how your world flipped upside down when your dad left. You tell him what it’s like being best friends with Nancy. You talk about your future, what you want to do with your life when you can finally leave your hometown. He watches you as you speak, looking at you like he could sit here and listen for hours.

There’s a comfortable silence when the conversation dies out. The two of you finished your beers ages ago, the alcohol long forgotten. You swing your legs against his car, you can feel the cool metal through your jeans.

“You’re pretty, you know that?” He says, squeezing your hand a little tighter.

“So I’ve heard.” You smile. When you look up, he’s just as close as he was a week ago in a stranger’s bathroom.

“Can I kiss you now?” He whispers. You nod, the two of you leaning into each other in perfect sync. His lips are chapped and he tastes like beer and cigarette smoke, but you swear, this is the best kiss you’ve ever had. You pull away after a while, breathless. The two of you can’t stop smiling for the rest of the night.

If someone were to tell you a month ago that you’d be falling in love with Billy Hargrove, you would’ve laughed in their face, just the thought would’ve disgusted you. The two of you still don’t talk at school, that rule gets harder to follow with each passing day. He’ll call when he knows you’re home alone or late at night when Dustin and your mom are sound asleep. He sneaks through your window some nights, holding you close as his heartbeat lulls you to sleep. You’ve grown to hate waking up alone.

The days spent in Hawkins are the same for the most part leading up to the weekend. Every Monday Billy leaves a note in your locker, you have a shoebox full of them hiding under your bed. On Tuesdays, you and Nancy are sprawled out on her bedroom floor, highlighting pages in your biology textbooks with green and blue markers. Wednesdays after school, you drive Dustin and the rest of the party back home from AV club, the two of you eat supper with your mom as soon as you step through the front door. Thursdays, you have dinner with Nancy and Jonathan. The diner is never busy on Thursdays, it’s the night designated for the three of you.

Friday nights are spent in another town. The two of you attend parties and meet people you’ll never see again, free of the eyes in your hometown. You can be yourselves outside of the city limits of Hawkins, you can hold his hand and kiss him whenever you please without judgment.

Maybe one day you’ll find the right way to tell everyone. When that day comes, you’ll shout it from the rooftops. You’d never be able to stop telling the world how you feel about Billy Hargrove. But for now, this has to be enough.

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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.

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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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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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Scouts Honor // Part Two

Pairings: Billy Hargrove x Henderson!Reader

Summary: It’s no secret that you’ve hated Billy since the moment he moved to Hawkins. When you run into him miles away from home, his drunken company doesn’t sound unbearable for just one night.

Words: 2.1k

Part: 2/3

Warnings: Language, underage drinking

A/N: I have all of this series finished already, so the ending is a little abrupt. It’ll flow a lot better once the last part is uploaded. As always, feedback loved and appreciated :) 

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The following days are the same leading up to Friday. Tuesday evening, you and Nancy are sprawled out on her bedroom floor, highlighting pages in your biology textbooks with green and blue markers. Wednesday after school, you drive Dustin and the rest of the party back home from AV club, the two of you eat supper with your mom as soon as you step through the front door. Thursday, you have dinner with Nancy and Jonathan. The diner is never busy on Thursdays, it’s the night designated for the three of you.

You stand in front of the mirror on Friday, the same way you did last week and the week before that. The party on South Jameson is a new one, only thirty minutes away instead of your usual hour commute. You don’t know who’s going, or how Billy scored an invite himself. You wonder if people you know will be there, or if it’ll be just the two of you like last time. You contemplate for a moment. You don’t need to go. You could get in your car and drive to the new party you were invited to last week. You could leave Billy on his own, give him the impression that you still hate him, that last Friday was truly a one-time thing. You’d be lying to yourself if that’s how you want this evening to go.

You find yourself at the address against better judgement. The street is already filled with cars when you park. You can faintly hear the music coming from inside through the car windows. You feel nervous all of a sudden, or maybe it’s still the guilt. You know you shouldn’t have come, it goes against the rules you and Billy agreed on seven days ago. It only adds to the lies you’ll feed your friends. Before you can change your mind, you step into the house.

You’re ushered immediately by strangers towards the kitchen where they make you a drink. They all seem as friendly as the people you usually meet outside of Hawkins, you wonder how Billy got acquainted with them. It feels nice, it’s a different pace than what you’re used to in the town you’ve adopted as your own party place just East of here. You scan the room taking a sip from the drink. You don’t see Billy, he’s a hard person to miss. He’d easily tower a head above everyone here. He’s the kind of person to make himself known in a crowd, whether that’s intended or not.

“You came.” You hear him say behind you.

“Surprised?”

“A little,” he admits, “I’m glad you did.” You turn to him then. He looks bashful as he scratches the back of his neck, coughing a little to clear the air. “Here, have some of the good stuff.” You don’t bring attention to how quickly he changed the subject. He pulls a flask from his back pocket, unscrewing it as he brings it towards your cup.

“Are you trying to roofie me right now? Right in front of my face?” You feign horror, tugging your drink away, careful to make sure its contents don’t end up on the tile below.

“Is that really something you think I’d do?” He rolls his eyes. You only cock a brow in response. “Don’t answer that.” He warns, bringing the flask to his mouth and taking a gulp. He wipes his lips with the back of his hand in annoyance. “Have I proven myself?”

“I guess so.” You shrug, reluctantly handing him the cup. “What is it?” You ask, watching as he pours a generous amount of clear liquid.

“Tequila.”

“Oh god, you might have to pick me up off the floor in an hour. The last time I had that shit I nearly died.” You laugh, taking a drink anyway. Your face scrunches at the taste despite trying your hardest to ignore its lingering burn in your throat.

“Duly noted.” He chuckles, leading you away from the kitchen and out the back door.

“How’d you know about this place?” You ask, stepping onto the deck to follow him. There are people screaming below playing pool games and wrestling in the water. You look at them with amusement, it’s far too cold to find that enjoyable.

“Friend of a friend.” He says simply, starting to descend the stairs.

“Hard to believe you know decent people. I can’t believe you’ve fooled them well enough to get an invite.”

“Right, says the girl who lies to her best friends just to get away from them every weekend.” His words hurt even though they hold truth. They almost stop you in your tracks. He smirks when you glare his way.

“Fuck you.”

“Tonight?” You shove his shoulder when you reach the bottom of the steps. You step over bodies sprawled out on the concrete as the two of you make your way towards the makeshift bar. You grab a shot glass, filling them up with whatever alcohol is closest. You down the first two with ease, trying to catch up with everyone’s drunkenness.  You make Billy one, surprised when he refuses. With a shrug, you gulp his down.

“Come on, there’s people I want you to meet.” He tries to hide his amusement as he leads you to the pools edge. He points at strangers naming them off, their faces glisten in the water as they smile up at you. You don’t bother retaining the names, both of you know you won’t remember them by tomorrow morning. He pauses once you’re done introducing yourself. The grins of the newfound friends grow wider as they stare behind you. You try to turn to see what holds their attention. Billy pushes you into the water before you get the chance.

It’s just as cold as you imagined, you don’t know how any of them can stand to be submerged as long as they have been. Your teeth are already chattering before you can reach the surface. Your body rocks under the water as Billy jumps in beside you, moving you further away from him. You gasp for air when you push yourself up. The commotion comes back all at once, the sounds no longer muffled in your ears. Everyone’s cheering and laughing, bystanders even jump in after the two of you.

“You asshole!” You screech, trying your best to keep the smile off your features as Billy comes up for air. You send a wave of water his way, trying to ignore the way his shirt clings even tighter to his chest on impact. Billy dives under the water once more, coming beneath your legs and lifting you to his shoulders when he reemerges.  

You try to wiggle out of his grasp, tugging on his wet curls in efforts to get him to let you back down. Everyone surrounding the two of you goes wild, following his lead and hoisting whoever’s closest onto their shoulders. One of the girls you were just introduced to reaches for you, grabbing your hands to try and throw you off balance. You’re chanting and cheering with the group, knocking into each other as the game of chicken continues.

The two of you play for a little while, you remount his shoulders each time you were knocked off. You tried to play a round with Billy on your back, you lost almost immediately. The two of you celebrate with more shots each time were pronounced victors. It was like everyone was on the same page, like this was all meant to happen, like there was no other way for this night to go.

Billy pulls you out of the water after being thrown off again. Some of the other players boo at the sight, begging you to play just one more game. You don’t pay any of them mind as Billy leads you back into the warmth of the house. You follow him with your head down, avoiding the stares of party goers as you track wet footprints across the hardwood. He stops by the bathroom, nudging you in with a promise to come back with dry clothes. You don’t ask how he knows the rooms of the house or whose clothes you’ll be wearing. Frankly, you’re too cold to care.

You slide down the wall as you wait for his return. The alcohol is catching up to you now. The world is spinning and your stomach churns. It no longer feels like a fun party, you feel miserable. You release a groan when your head hits the drywall. He enters quietly, being careful not to hit your sprawled legs when he opens the door.

“You okay down there?” He asks, placing a bundle of clothes into your hands. You only groan. He turns to leave, to give you privacy for you to change out of your soaked outfit. Meekly, you reach for his hand. It’s cold and his fingertips are just as wrinkled as your own. He freezes, his free hand already grasped around the doorknob, but he makes no effort leave.

“Don’t go,” you whisper. He gives the slightest of nods, sliding down to take a seat beside you. “I think I’m gonna throw up.” You mumble, eyes fluttering shut.

“Like, right now?” You only nod, quickly moving yourself to the toilet. He’s quiet as you empty your stomach into the bowl, rubbing your back with soothing circles as long as you’re hunched over.

He stands when you’re finally done, searching for something underneath the sink. You don’t bat him away when he brings a cloth to your mouth, wiping the residue from your lips. He flips the fabric, turning your head gently to wipe away the mascara that’s undoubtably smudged across your cheeks. He takes a seat once more when he’s satisfied, foot touching yours when he decides he’s comfortable.

“Told you you’d be picking me up off the floor,” he laughs at this, nudging your shoe slightly. “Thank you.” Your voice is hoarse, you hate hearing how it sounds.

“Don’t mention it.” He sounds genuine when he says it. You’re thankful he didn’t leave, even though you look a mess, soaking wet, and lips still blue from the cold. You’re thankful that you’re not alone, taking care of yourself in a house an hour away with nobody you know. You’ve done it before, you could do it again. But you’re happy Billy is here with you, something you never would’ve thought possible.

“Can I ask you something?” You ask finally, growing uneasy in the silence that surrounds the two of you. He hums for you to continue. “Why didn’t you ever talk to me? Like at school. Not that I would’ve wanted you to, it’s just, I don’t know. You’ve talked to every single girl there but never me,” you trail off, you don’t know if you want to hear his answer. You regret bringing it up at all. “Why?” He drops his eyes, refusing to meet your gaze.

“I don’t think you understand how intimidating you are,” His voice is quiet, you almost didn’t catch his words. “I mean, you’re brilliant. I always love hearing what you have to say in Mr. Marks class, your ideas are always something I never would’ve thought of. You don’t take shit either, I knew you’d never give the time of day. You’d probably humiliate me in the middle of the hallway.” You laugh at that, knowing you would’ve. You pull your legs to your chest, resting your chin on your knees as he continues. “And you’re pretty I guess,” he makes a face, one that’s twisted in pretend disgust although he looks nervous when he says it. “Honestly, I only talk to the girls I know I can have. You were always off the table. I had too much pride to try and talk to you.”

“You think I’m pretty?” You whisper. He lets out a soft chuckle.

“Is that the only thing you heard?” He doesn’t look up at you, he twiddles with his fingers as quiet takes over the small room again. “I’d be an idiot if I didn’t.” He answers truthfully with soft eyes.

All at once, you stop breathing. You realize how close you are to him. You can faintly smell his cologne and the lingering scent of a cigarette on his breath. His eyes scan your features, his blue irises are so captivating you almost don’t realize he’s leaning in.

You pull away suddenly. His eyes are full of panic, returning back to his rightful position. “I want to kiss you, I do.” You say the words quickly, not giving him the time to stand, to leave, to run away and to never speak to you again. “But we can’t have our first kiss after I just threw up. That’s disgusting.” He lets out a sigh of relief, his shoulders relaxing. “I’ve already humiliated myself enough tonight, I don’t want you remembering I taste like vomit.”

“I’m sure I’ve had worse.” You both laugh. “Did my answer satisfy you enough?”

“No, you can keep complimenting me, I won’t stop you.”  

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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!

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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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