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clovermunson · 2 years ago

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savannah, excuse me

but this is the cutest shit I’ve ever read what the fuuuuuck

it’s really the

“He might be heavy, but having Billy Hargrove sleep on top of you isn’t exactly something you just give up.”

that took me out man. right the fuck out.

and then the

“And he thinks it’s healing him. More than the salve he puts on his scars, or the physical therapy, or fixing up the Camaro.”

please shoot me. please, just fucking shoot me man.

anyway, i love this more than i can ever put into words and i want you to know that

healing

billy hargrove x gn!reader

word count: 5,445

warnings: swearing, smoking, mentions of past trauma (starcourt), slight sexual innuendos??

a/n: hi! remember when i made you do a poll for my 1k celebration? and one bed with billy won? well this is that fic! i'm sorry it took so long to get here, but school was kicking the ever loving shit out of me. anyways, i really hope you like it. it's a little different than other fics i've written, but i think that's a good thing. just for context, this is post the end of season three, with billy and hopper being okay and jopper being in full swing. i think that's all i wanted to say. thanks again for 1k followers. that's still so wild to me. i love you. and billy loves you too <333

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November 1985

“No.”

“What do you mean no? You just fought an interdimensional being, don’t you want a vacation?”

Lucas wipes both hands down his face, flopping down on the arm of the couch beside where Max sits with El between her knees, tying off one of the two braids she’s trying to make.

“Max, can you help me? Please?” Lucas has been arguing about this for fifteen minutes.

She rolls her eyes, but looks up from her work nonetheless. “Billy.”

The man in question crosses his arms, locking eyes with the redhead. “Maxine.”

Max finishes Eleven’s braid and she hops up to join Will where he’s working on a puzzle. Joyce brought it home from work a few days ago, and it’s been spread out on a card table in the corner of the living room since then. Will couldn’t watch The Golden Girls with Joyce from the kitchen table.

“Just come with us, Billy. We all know you hate it here. It’ll give you a chance to get away for a little while.”

Except that’s not totally the truth. He doesn’t hate it here. Not with you around.

“There’s a pool.” Will looks up, a little shyly, from the puzzle, fingers flipping around a single piece. “At the place Robin found.”

Billy nods, and it’s enough to make Will smile at the acknowledgment.

It’d been Steve’s idea, after everything that happened in July. He thought everyone going on a trip together might be a good idea. Go a little ways out from home, calm down.

You and Billy started going to school, though Billy is still working. He found a job at a record store across the street from Melvald’s that opened after the mall went to shit. It definitely wasn’t his first choice, but it works. And he’s slowly fixing up the Camaro.

Steve had offered to pay for the repairs in full, considering he did most of the damage when he rammed the side of it, but Billy couldn’t handle that. So far Max has only convinced him to let Steve cover the really expensive parts. It hurts Billy more than he’d care to admit—having Steve Harrington give him money.

But he can’t lie, going somewhere away from Hawkins, even just for a couple days, sounds really nice. It’s the group part that’s bothering him. He’s still not used to everyone wanting him to tag along, but apparently major trauma brings people together.

There’s the slamming of car doors, and footsteps running up the driveway before the door swings open, Robin bursting in with a stack of movies in her arms. She’s followed by Dustin and then Steve, bags and keys being tossed every which way.

Billy doesn’t see you for a moment and starts to worry maybe you aren’t coming. He’s already supplying excuses for having to go home, but Steve left the door ajar, and after a moment, there you are.

You look sleepy, footsteps the quietest of everyone else as you carefully push the Byers’ door shut behind you. He watches as you accept a hug from Eleven, overhears her ask, “how did your test go?”

He’s happy to hear you tell her it went well. It’s only after you’ve looked at her and Will’s puzzle and snapped a few more corner pieces in that you make a beeline for the open spot on the couch beside Billy.

When you’ve settled, your knee bumps against his. “Hey.”

He looks at you, a little grin playing at the corners of his mouth. His arms are still crossed, thumb playing with the pendant resting on his chest. A chest surprisingly covered by a sweater, though the sleeves are pushed up.

“Hey. Glad your test is over?”

That sound of his voice makes you smile, and he’s never been so grateful for something, even if it’s just an expression. “Yeah.”

You glance down at the new tattoo on his arm, a dark colored snake wrapping around the skin covering his elbow. You run your thumb across the tail that flicks across his forearm, and Billy relaxes into your touch.

“You have work today?”

Billy shakes his head. You’re glad he had the day off. And you’d tell him so if it weren’t for the sudden bombardment.

Lucas is suddenly standing in front of you, having returned from the kitchen where you think he and Dustin may have been cleaning out Joyce’s fridge.

“Holy shit, thank god you’re here. I need you to convince Billy to go on vacation.”

You glance at Max, assuming she’s already tried. She looks rather annoyed. “Lucas, would you sit down?”

The boy looks at Max, and she glares at him. Clearly he knows better and sits down next to her.

“Billy doesn’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to do,” you finally say.

The man in question turns to face you. You have to lean your head back some because of how close he is.

“Are you going?” he asks, voice quiet and thick with something you don’t know that you’re supposed to notice.

“Y-yeah. I was gonna. Robin only went on about it to me for an hour over the phone last night. I just think it might be nice to get away for a little while.” Billy doesn’t break eye contact with you, and while it makes you a little nervous, it tells you he’s listening.

“And I can watch Max for you if you really don’t want to go. Just make sure she doesn’t kill Lucas or anything.” Max snorts at your response, though Lucas looks at her in panic, already calculating how best to prevent that sort of situation.

Your gaze softens and you fight the urge to reach out and run your thumb across Billy’s cheek.

Please come with us. I want you to go. I want you there, you think. But it’s not what you say. You don’t know how badly he needs to hear it.

“You really don’t have to go, Billy. Not if you don’t want to.”

“But there is enough space, man.” Steve stands behind the couch, handing El a scrunchie he retrieved from her bag. His voice is calm, informative. “If you decide to go. There’s plenty of room, and we’d be happy if you did.”

Billy could make some smartass remark. But he won’t. He knows that Steve is being honest, and that he’s not trying to be a dick. It seems that witnessing the guy who beat the shit out of you almost die not even a year after he moved to town really brings you together.

Billy gives an acknowledging nod. “I’d be very happy if you did,” Eleven says. She loves having Jonathan as an older brother, really she does, but Billy lets her play with his hair. And in her books, that really ups the scale.

He smiles at her, and El considers that a win.

You notice him shift next to you, and then he’s leaning forward to whisper in your ear. “Come with me?” He cocks his head in the direction of the door.

He gets up, assuming you’ll follow him. You always do.

When you’ve shut the door, you move to the porch swing. It’s your favorite spot out here, and Joyce says it makes her happy to see someone use it. She used to sit there with Will in the mornings after Jonathan left for school and read to him. She did the same with Jonathan, but he was a much more fidgety kid, wanting to find something else to do.

Billy lights a cigarette, and you watch where he fidgets with the ring on his middle finger.

He’s standing a little ways away from you so as to not breathe the smoke directly in your vicinity, but you wish so badly that he was closer. You like having him close. The weight of his body next to you, the warmth, how solid his arm feels when it’s pressed to yours or when he slides down on the couch some and it's more so pressed to your side.

“Which part of it are you worried about?” you ask him.

He shrugs. “You really think they want me there? You think Max wants me around?” “Billy, I know she does. And I know that voice in your head is telling you that it’s a pity invite, but it’s not. And, besides…” you trail off, but he’s not having that. He needs you to reassure him.

“Besides what?”

You look up at him. “I want you to go. And yeah, I’ll be sad if you don’t go, but that shouldn’t sway your decision either.” You push your feet against the concrete porch a little harder, and the swing responds to the movement. You move quicker, now feeling very pleased with yourself.

Billy almost laughs at the child-like look on your face, but you look so at home on the swing that he holds it in. A grin escapes nonetheless.

“Say that again.” He stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray either Hopper or Joyce have left outside. He’s watching you again.

“What?” He’s not gonna let you go all shy on him now. He needed to hear that. He needs to hear it.

“You know what.”

“I want you to go.”

“Then it’s settled. Need to get out of this shithole anyways.”

————

The place Steve found is about two hours from Hawkins, with three bedrooms, a shockingly luxurious pull-out couch, and bigger common areas than you’ve ever laid eyes on. Excluding the ones in Steve’s house. In short, the rental is like Hopper’s cabin, if Hopper’s cabin were updated and substantially larger. It feels like the kind of place rich people have to take weekend trips. You’d rather not find out how much Steve is paying for the lot of you to stay there.

Robin takes you on a grand tour while everyone else explores the backyard. Dustin is already determined to climb a tree. One of the rooms has two sets of bunk beds, dedicated to the four boys. “To ensure no cootie-spreading,” Robin proclaims.

She and Steve will share the couch, with Max and Eleven in the smaller bedroom.

Robin stops at the end of the hallway. “Which leaves…”

You and Billy.

You and Billy Hargrove.

Sharing a room.

Sharing a bed.

Speaking of, the man in question brushes past you, setting his bag on the floor at the foot of the bed. Robin takes that as her queue to leave and gives you a thumbs up on the way out. You hope she can feel your death stare on the back of her head, and she knows it, being quick to run down the hall.

“So we’re roomies, huh?” Billy says, gathering his hair at the base of his neck. You hadn’t even realized he had a tie on him, and it takes him finishing off a lazy bun to realize it’s a blue scrunchie. You have to bite your lip to keep from saying anything.

“I can sleep with Max and El, if you want. Or–”

That crease between Billy’s brows forms. “Why would you do that?”

You’ve gone all warm. You’d have to sleep in bed with him. And you sit next to him all the time, but this is different. Isn’t it?

Maybe it’s not so weird. You’re just friends. It’s like a sleepover, right?

“I don’t know, you might not want to sleep together or something.”

He cocks a brow, but you catch the double meaning of your words just in time. “You know what I mean, Billy.”

He sits on the end of the bed, and reaches out for you. You move towards him slowly, but the moment you’re within his grasp, Billy spreads his legs and grabs your waist, slotting your body between them.

“You can go if you really want to. If you think I’ve got cooties or somethin’ and you don’t wanna share a bed with me.”

You snort, and Billy drinks in the sound, knowing he’s the one that made you laugh.

“I don’t think you’ve got cooties.”

You realize in that moment that his hands haven’t left their spot on your waist, never straying anywhere else. The weight of them on you is enough to keep you focused on him, and he seems to acknowledge that.

“Then what is it?” he asks, in that low drawl you fear could get out any answer he wanted from you.

You hesitate, but say it anyway. “You don’t think it’ll be weird? Sleeping in the same bed?”

Billy fights the urge to rest his forehead against your stomach. He wants to tell you he’s wished you were in his bed on more than one occasion. Sometimes he just wishes you were there so it wouldn’t feel so cold, so he’d have someone to pull him out of his thoughts before they eat him alive altogether.

“No, I don’t think it’ll be weird.”

You nod your head, and try to move back from him.

Billy whines. “Uh uh. Nope.”

You go to put your hands on your hips, and they graze Billy’s on the way. He grabs hold of them. “You don’t want to have a sleepover with me?”

Billy’s looking up at you with those watery blue eyes, and you know this is a battle you’ll never win.

“Really?”

He lets out a breath of a laugh, and your eyes fall to his neck when he tosses his head back.

“Yeah, baby.”

Baby.

It feels like every cell in your body has been sent into overdrive, like you can’t compute a single coherent thought. All because Billy called you “baby”.

And if he’s being honest with himself, he feels the same way. He hadn’t meant to say it. It’s just that he calls you “baby” in his head all the time, and it just…happened.

“I’d love to have a sleepover with you, Hargrove.”

“Mhm. Thought so.”

This time he lets the laugh out, and it’s a beautiful sound. The kind of sound you’d commit unspeakable acts to hear again. And this time, he does let his forehead drop to rest on your stomach. It surprises you, but you’re not mad about it.

“Oh, fuck off,” you say, and you can feel his chuckle against your skin.

When he quits, you find yourself just standing there, find your hands moving around his back. He’s always so warm. You rub your hands up and down his back, the denim of his jacket rough on your fingertips.

You feel him shift, feel his change in position, the hard press of his chin against you. Billy is looking up at you, and you know he’s hoping you’ll return his gaze. His eyes bore into yours, and you hate to think of what you must look like from this angle. Clearly he doesn’t mind.

You push a curl behind his ear, a shockingly perfect ringlet that’s too short to be contained like the rest of them.

Billy would be taken aback by the gesture if it weren’t for the fact that you always go this easy on him. Like you know he’s healing, in more ways than one.

“We can’t stay here forever, you know. I wanna go look around.”

“Yeah,” he laughs. “I’m sure it’s riveting.” He lets you go anyway, following you down the hall to the rest of the cabin.

————

Your back rests on the base of an oversized chair, one that’s surprisingly comfy, your body in between Robin’s legs. She’s sitting next to Steve, watching you moderate El, Lucas, and Will play Twister. Dustin’s already out.

“Right hand blue.”

“You’re kidding right?”

“Sinclair, have you never played this game before?”

Lucas scoffs, trying to reach the blue on the other side of the mat without toppling into Will. Max went with Billy to the store, but they should be back soon. You have a sick feeling they’re taking advantage of having been given Steve’s debit card.

“Yes, I’ve played the game before. If you’re so good, why don’t you get down here and show us how it’s done, Harrington?”

“Yeah, Harrington, why don’t you show us how flexible you are?” Billy’s voice makes you look up from where you’ve been mindlessly twisting the spinner on the board around with the tip of your finger.

He stands just inside the living room, holding the door open with his leg. He kicks it shut once Max has made it in. She heaves the paper bags she’d been holding up and onto the counter. Steve rises to help unpack them. You follow on instinct, handing the spinner to Robin instead, and Dustin is quick to take Steve’s spot before Mike can.

Billy won’t let you take anything from him, but he will let you help figure out what the hell to do with all of it. “Do I even want to know how much you both spent?” you ask.

He gives you that fucking smile, and you know you don’t. “Max said she wanted to have a spa night–whatever that means–with El, so we sort of split up. I’m sure Steve’ll live.”

“For your information, Lucas,” Steve continues, clearly not ready to let the quips towards his limberness go, “I was the captain of the swim team.”

“What’s that got to do with being flexible, dingus?” Robin directs the two remaining players, the young boy in question having just busted his ass.

“Swimming is an art form, Rob. You gotta learn to respect it.”

You choke on a laugh, and Billy is quick to rub your back while he chuckles into your shoulder.

“Something funny over there?” Steve questions.

You straighten, trying to wipe the smile from your face though it’s to no avail. “Nope, Steven. I’m sure you’re just incredibly stretchy. Like Mr. Fantastic.”

His brow furrows. “Mr. Fantastic?”

Dustin snorts, elbow deep in a bag of chips, and you quickly realize that you probably shouldn’t have given him an opening, but you don’t exactly regret it either.

The lot of you spend the rest of the night in this fashion, playing games, eating way too much food, taking turns smacking the top of the television so your movie will keep playing.

It feels like home. It feels safe. You wish it always felt this way.

————

You’d just finished brushing your teeth when you hear the bedroom door click shut, hear footsteps you can tell are in search of you.

You peek your head out of the bathroom and Billy grins at the sight of you in pajamas, a smear of moisturizer on your forehead you’ve yet to rub in.

He squeezes in the small room, about the same size as his at home, to join you. There’s something about this moment, the domesticity of it, that makes your heart swell. It feels like something you could get used to, getting ready for bed with him. Neither of you have to say anything, you just do your own thing, but having him be there, having his presence–it’s more than enough for you.

When you climb into bed, you try and read for a while, the sounds of Billy washing his face comforting you. You find it easy to read even when he does get in with you, the mattress sinking underneath his weight, the sheets rustling as he moves around experimentally, trying to get comfortable in a bed that isn’t his own.

You feel odd though, reading when he’s right there, so it isn’t long before you close the book and slide further into the covers with him. Billy’s quick to turn on his side, wanting to see you like this.

He watches you yank the blankets up to your chin, looking at him over a blur of fluffy white comforter. “It’s fuckin’ freezin’ in here,” you tell him.

“C’mere then.”

You burrow further into your pillow, fearing you know exactly what he’s going to suggest. “Huh?”

“You’re cold. You always whine about me being warm or somethin’ and I’m telling you to come here.”

“Billy.”

“Stop.” He lifts the covers up some, untucking you from them, and he wraps his arm around your back, tugging you into his side.

Suddenly you’re pressed against him, having slid across the sheets easier than you’d have imagined.

He’s let go of you, his arm hovering over your back. “You want me to hold you or no?”

“Yeah.”

Billy lets his arm drop against your side, his fingers splaying out over your back. He rubs his hand up and down your spine, hoping it’ll warm you up. “This okay?”

“Yes.”

He nods. You’re looking at him like he’s something special.

Billy realizes, in that moment, that that’s how you’ve always looked at him. Even before.

He also realizes that your hands are tucked under your chin and your legs are curled up and into you like you’re afraid of making any contact with him.

“You can loosen up, you know. It’s just me.”

You let out a breath of a laugh, and he can feel it against the skin of his neck.

“It’s okay, I promise. You can touch me.” Billy has this feeling that you’re afraid of hurting him. He’s sure you’ve noticed that he’s wearing a shirt to bed, something he never did before. And he thinks that you’re worried he’ll break.

“You’re sure?”

“Wouldn’t have said so otherwise.”

He watches you unfold your hands and stretch your arm over him, hooking it around his hip. You want to rub up and down his side, but you’re nervous.

It’s just me.

“Do they hurt at all?”

Your thumb skates up a little further, and you don’t have to tell him what you mean.

“Not all the time,” he says, voice low and thick with drowsiness. “At first, yeah, like hell. Now it’s just sometimes. They can feel a little tight, or just bug me. Depends, I guess.”

You nod, feeling brave enough now to slide your hand up a little further. Your touch is light, barely there. You close your eyes, trying not to think about when it happened. How he’d screamed.

He can tell when you’ve calmed down some, because your arm relaxes and you hug him a little more firmly. You scoot in a little closer, close enough that your noses would touch if you tried to make them.

“Goodnight, Billy.”

He makes the move, dragging the tip of his nose across your forehead. He kisses the top of your head, and you grin so wide you feel like a kid in a candy shop.

“Goodnight, baby.”

————

When you wake up, you almost don’t want to disturb him, but you know you should get out of bed.

Billy is sprawled out on his stomach, having separated from you at some point during the night. His tank top is rucked up from the tossing and turning of sleep, and you look away when you catch a glimpse of pink skin. It doesn’t feel like your place to look.

You wander out of the room, carefully shutting the door behind you. You make it down the hall, and find that Robin seems to be the only other one awake. You should’ve guessed. She told you once before that her body doesn’t seem to let her sleep in.

Steve is still passed out on the pull-out couch, completely covered by the blankets. The only sign of him is a tuft of messy hair against the light colored pillow case his head rests on.

Robin waves at you from her perch at the kitchen counter, a bowl of cereal in front of her. “Want some?” she whispers, pushing the box in your direction.

You fill up your own bowl, having a feeling that Robin is about to ramble.

“Sleep okay?” she asks.

“Mhm. You?”

“Fine. Though, y’know, Steve is a horrific bed hog. Seriously, he was half on top of me the whole night. I might have to bunk with Max and El.”

You laugh, and Robin takes that as her queue to ask what she’s been pondering since she woke up.

“Was it okay? Sleeping with Billy? Well, not like that. Well, I’m assuming not like that, not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I just meant like actually sleeping? Please stop me.”

You grin at her. “Please breathe, Rob.” She does, over exaggerating her inhales. “And it was fine.”

“Okay, good. I was kind of worried you’d be frustrated with my matchmaking tendencies. I just really want you two to be happy. And he seems so calm when he’s with you, and I realize I’ve just told you that I’ve been pushing you two together and I–”

You wipe milk from your chin, having almost spit out your cereal. “Robin, sweetheart, it’s okay, I promise. I know about your matchmaking tendencies. But I think we’re just friends, right?”

“Just friends, my ass.” You hadn’t even seen Steve get up, but he’s reaching for the fridge and pulling out a carton of chocolate milk. He really can’t say anything about Dustin’s eating habits when he has the exact same diet.

“Oh my god.”

“Listen, I’m just saying, there’s been something going on between you two since before the world went to shit. I don’t know why you two tiptoe around each other like it’s not obvious that you’re in love.”

“Steve!” you exclaim. “Seriously, what the hell? I’ve been up for like twenty minutes and you two are schooling me on my love life?”

“Or lack thereof,” Robin says.

“Okay, damn. You know what, I’m going back to bed.”

Steve pushes your bowl back towards you when you attempt to get up. “No, you’re not. I’m just saying, there’s no sense in avoiding this. You both clearly feel a lot for each other, and I don’t see any reason to avoid it when you could be together.”

He’s being vulnerable with you, his big brown eyes boring into yours and trying to convey how serious he’s being.

“Just think about it, okay? There’s no harm in talking about how you feel with him. And don’t say that you don’t feel anything, because that’s a goddamn lie.”

————

Billy’s had his swim trunks on all day, but he hasn’t done more than sit in the shade by the pool while everyone else makes a mess and plays ridiculous games in the water.

It’s killing him to watch you in there from time to time, swimming around or sitting in the shallow end. You told him once that swimming calms you down.

It’s not until after dinner, when everyone has moved inside for the most part, though there seems to be the plotting of a water balloon fight out front, that he’s brave enough to head for the pool.

You follow him out there, see him contemplating the water.

“Whatcha doin’?”

Billy drops the cigarette he’d been smoking, snubbing it out. “Thought about going for a swim,” he tells you.

“That sounds nice.”

“Mhm.”

“I can go back inside, if you want.”

Billy turns to face you. “No. No, I want you to stay.” He wants you to see. He can’t explain why, but he does.

“Okay.”

He takes a shaky breath, hoping you don’t catch it. You do. You always do.

“I just…wasn’t ready for everyone to see.”

“I understand, Billy.”

You know what he’s really saying. He wasn’t ready for everyone to see. But he’s ready for you to see.

“I can get in first, if that helps. And I won’t look if you don’t want me to,” you say.

“That helps, yeah. And you can look. It’s okay.”

He watches you wade in, watches the way your swimsuit changes color as you tread water.

Billy takes another deep breath, and he’s pulling his shirt off. He’s quick though, diving straight into the deep end, knowing he needs to get it over with.

When he comes up, his hair is sticking to his forehead, and he flips it out of the way, giving you a glimpse of the broad pink scar on his chest.

He meets you halfway, and you think he’s in a serious mood until he’s splashing you like a child.

“You motherfucker!”

You get him back, and he’s laughing.

Billy is laughing and he looks so pretty in the last of the day’s sunlight, beads of water sliding over his collarbones and down his arms, and you feel like you could die. Like seeing him this way is enough. You don’t need anything else.

You try to return a particularly aggressive splash, but he catches your waist, pulling you up and over his shoulder.

“Billy!”

“What?” His voice is teasing. He tosses the rest of the way over, your laughter fading out into the water.

You come up, a brilliant smile on his face. Billy’s sure if you stood close enough you’d be able to hear his heart beating.

When you’ve both gone quiet, your eyes drop to the scars on his sides, the way they stretch across his skin, mean and twisting. Some spots are darker than others, and while it hurts you to look at them, you know it must hurt him even more. But he looks just as beautiful as before, if not increasingly so.

“See something you like?” Billy says it on instinct. To hide the fact that he’s worried you don’t really like it. That maybe you think he’s gross looking. But he knows that’s all in his head. He fucking knows it.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Billy Hargrove.”

You say it with such surety, such admiration, that he can’t even begin to doubt that you mean it.

He smiles at you. It’s boyish. You’d do anything to see a million more of them.

He moves towards you, the sky having darkened enough that the outside lights have come on, the lights in the pool too. All that remains of the sun is a slash of deep orange, though the night quickly pushes it away.

Billy’s got you backed up against the wall of the pool now. His hands find your sides.

It’s overwhelming, having him this close. You can feel his breath on your face, see the rise and fall of his chest, the freckles on his cheeks.

When he kisses you, you think your heart stops. His mouth is warm against yours, and he tastes a little like chlorine, but you don’t care. Your hands find his face, and you’re smiling so hard that he pulls away because he wants to see. You don’t let him for long though, pulling him back, wanting more. He laughs into your mouth, and your chest aches with this feeling.

Eventually you do let go, and when you hold his eye contact, he knows what you’re going to say. He needs to tell you first, though.

“I’m in love with you, you know.”

“I know,” you respond.

He tosses his head back in a laugh, and you press a sweet kiss to his throat.

“I’m in love with you too, Billy.”

“Damn right you are.”

You snort against his chest, lowering slightly to kiss his scar. His breath catches. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve you.

“About fucking time!” Steve’s shouting and Robin is yelling, and Max would be making barf sounds if she wasn’t so pleased with seeing her brother so happy.

“So much for that,” Billy says.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

————

“I’m regretting this, Billy.”

“Stop whining.”

Billy wraps his arms tighter around your back, pressing a kiss to your jaw in hopes that you’ll let him keep doing this.

“Get off.”

“No.”

“Get off, please.”

“Make me.”

There’s the sound of a slap, your hand having met his ass.

He raises his head from where he’d buried it in your chest, looking at you drowsily. “You just spanked me.”

And you’d do it again.

“Didn’t work, did it?”

“No. Shut up and take it.”

By that he means continue letting him lay on top of you, his entire body pressed to yours. It doesn’t matter to him that there’s an entire bed, one that’s made for two people.

You settle for playing with his hair, something he seems to enjoy, and you’d mess with him about the fact that he’s essentially purring if it weren’t for him looking so content.

He might be heavy, but having Billy Hargrove sleep on top of you isn’t exactly something you just give up.

He’s never had this before.

Hell, you’ve never had this before.

And he thinks it’s healing him. More than the salve he puts on his scars, or the physical therapy, or fixing up the Camaro.

You’re healing him. You.

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

#savvy🧸#savannah’s fics #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader

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piperslovebot · 9 months ago

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Clare Edwards, Holly J Sinclair, Fiona Coyne

I did Clare here

Holly J

1. Savvy J (otp forever)

2. Spolly J (au when them getting together a few years after Spemma’s divorce)

3. Toby J (they were adorable and the only good thing about S7 Holly J)

4. Folly J (If Fimogen wasn’t so perfect and if it in an au, I would be down)

5. Blue J (meh)

6. Anya/Holly J (even though they’re a lot better later on, all I can hear is Anya crying and asking Holly J why she treats her like dirt. So absolutely not.)

7. Dolly J (most disgusting ship known to man imo. Love my dolly j moots tho.)

Fiona Coyne

1. Fimogen (endgame in my heart)

2. Folly J (if Fimogen wasn’t so perfect together and this was an in au where Holly J was bi, they’d be perfect together.)

3. Fiona/Charlie (they were cute. A good first relationship.)

4. Fiona/Anya (I don’t ship them as hard as Chantanya but I still love them.)

5. Fiona/any boys (her and Bobby were the worst especially)

#answered #winnie 🧸#savvy j #spolly j #toby j #folly j #fimogen #fiona x charlie #anti dolly j #anti fiona x boys #ship ranking

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kittiesfort · 3 months ago

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⤹ ⊹ welcome to kittie's fort ୨୧ 🌱 ₊˚๑

hello! my name is kittie ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄*₎◞ ̑̑

im a little in a system but we also identify as an age regressor system-wide ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

little age range: 1~11 (but mostly 1~5), big age: 24 , pronouns: she/they

Interests (very miscellaneous): calico critters, slimes (:D!!), bluey, dollhouses/miniatures, jellycats, squishmallows, sanrio, san-x, stimboards, blinkies, ojamajo doremi, drawing :3, stickers, 3ds & cozy games (style savvy, animal crossing, tomodachi life, fantasy life, stardew, slime rancher..), sweets (!!), anything kitties, fairies & fairycore, anything soft and floofy ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

here we'll mostly reblog things that make us feel happy and smol ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა and maybe some posts from our smolspace activities.

⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ rules in the fort ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

.ᐟ this blog is SFW ONLY! we support all littles but please no NSFW interaction (like/reblog/follow from nsfw littles are ok but pls don't dm/comment)

.ᐟ if you are a minor, please don't dm us. We are bodily an adult and don't feel comfortable talking with minors. other interactions are ok!

.ᐟ we don't support minors in k!nk.

.ᐟ if we're breaking your dni / you see someone breaking ours, please let us know ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ fort members ˚୨୧⋆｡˚⋆

-🧸 kittie (she/her), 1~5

lil fairy kitty girl!! soft, innocent and happy. loves to share and give hugs; also pink and anything pastel. collects squishmallows and other stuffies :3 fort leader!!

-🐻 cub (they/cub), 6

cautious bab, very sleepy. easily startled and clingy; likes building blankie forts and nests for cozy nap time. doesn't like going outside and stranger danger

-🐛 bug (they/them), 6

curious babie, easily excitable but also easily overwhelmed. likes learning bout all kinds of new things especially about nature and science

-🌼☘️ chip (he/she/they), 4~14

kidcore middle age regressor / dreamer (∩˃o˂∩)★ likes puzzles and games; gaming YouTubers, cartoons, sci-fi and horror. protector of the fort!

#sfw littlespace #safe agere #agere blog #age regression #age regressive #age regressor #agere caregiver #sfw agere #agere community #agere little #sfw little

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skyfallslayer · 11 months ago

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🔥 = Smut 🧸= Fluff 💔= Angst (The Holy Trinity of Fanfics) || ⭐= Hiatus

Note: If two or more characters are marked for the same fic, then the emojis used to indicate above my vary depending on their part in the story. If they’re the love interest to the reader in their section, but the other person isn’t, then their emojis might be different.

REQUESTS ARE NOT OPEN RN!

-Main Masterlist Index-

•Eddie Munson

|| Series

The Black & White Lie - (xWheeler!Reader)🔥 🧸 💔⭐

Summary: Modern! AU - Country girl Y/N Wheeler has spent most of her life on a farm in Hawkins, Indiana, and, when she goes away to college in Los Angeles, she immediately feels out of place in the daunting urban setting. She is befriended by a savvy party animal named Eddie Munson, who convinces the ambivalent girl to stay in the city. When Thanksgiving break rolls around, Y/N, no longer an innocent farm girl, invites Eddie back to Hawkins, where he pretends to be her fiancé.

A Bloody Kiss Goodnight - Coming Soon (xSlow Burn! Harrington!OFC)🔥 🧸 💔

Summary: Fantasy! AU - On the night their family was supposed to make peace, Princess Jayden Harrington is suddenly separated from her brother and parents and winds up in a foreign land far, far away. From there, she meets a man that vows to help her get home and intact revenge, but in exchange for this, he demands that him and his kin get freedom and wealth. She accepts… not realizing that this journey will reveal the dark secrets about her life she never knew.

Rainbow In The Dark - Coming Soon (xFem!Reader)🔥 🧸 💔

Summary: Modern! AU - Stuck in a time loop, carefree rockstar Eddie and maid of honor Y/N develop a budding romance while living the same day over and over again – and they must figure out how to escape. (Based on the 2020 movie: “Palm Springs”)

Her Jaded Heart - Coming Soon (xHarrington!OFC) 🧸 💔

Summary: Deadpool! AU - She was expecting her brother to be home just like he always is every night, probably covered in cuts and a swollen eye, begging for her to play nurse again. She never expected someone other than him standing in her bedroom, with big pleading eyes as he tells you the unfortunate news. -- Or, Jayden Harrington’s vigilante brother, Steve, goes missing, and she has to team up with another “rouge” individual in order to save him and countless others.

|| One Shot

Of Lightning, Idiots, and Cosplay - Coming Soon (xHenderson!Reader) 🧸💔

Summary: The Flash! AU -When your brother tells you that The Flash, Hawkins City’s local superhero, is his role model and wants to become just like him, you didn’t think he meant literally like him. -- Or, your brother Dustin decides to douse himself in chemicals and get struck by lightning to become just like his favorite hero, and you find yourself suddenly trying to find a way to contact the superhero who’s slightly responsible for this outcome.

Matchmaker - Coming Soon (xHenderson!Reader)

Summary: N/A

Sweet Girl, No Life - Coming Soon (xHarrington!Reader)

Summary: N/A

The Cool Dude - Coming Soon (xSister!Reader)

Summary: N/A

•Will Byers

|| Series

Should We Stay or Should We Go? - (xPlatonic!Henderson!OFC; Slow burn!Byler) 🧸💔

Summary: On the night of November 6th, 1983, Stephanie Henderson decided to walk her little brother’s friend, Will, back home. However… they never arrive. Now, Dustin, Mike and Lucas must band together to find out what happened. Meanwhile, Steph and Will must fight for their survival in this nightmarish version of Hawkins.

The Wizard's Ranger - Coming Soon (xPlatonic!Reader) 🧸💔

Summary: When Will got taken into the Upside Down, he wasn’t the only one who happened to be there. In order to survive he must listen to his protector, a young girl who is packed with weapons and enough knowledge for him to escape the Demogorgon.

•Steve Harrington

|| Series

Should We Stay or Should We Go? - (xSlow Burn! Henderson!OFC) 🧸💔

A Bloody Kiss Goodnight - Coming Soon (xSister!OFC)🧸 💔

Her Jaded Heart - Coming Soon (xSister!OFC) 🧸 💔

Summary: Spiderman! AU - She was expecting her brother to be home just like he always is every night, probably covered in cuts and a swollen eye, begging for her to play nurse again. She never expected someone other than him standing in her bedroom, with big pleading eyes as he tells you the unfortunate news. -- Or, Jayden Harrington’s vigilante brother, Steve, goes missing, and she has to team up with another “rouge” individual in order to save him and countless others.

Underneath The Blood Orange Sun - Coming Soon (xFem!Reader)🔥🧸💔

Summary: Batman! AU - Desperately looking for a new job, you find yourself applying to work at Harrington Enterprises, and somehow end up as the big boss’ personal assistant/babysitter to his many kids. Little do they know is that you’re kind of a troublemaker in the streets at night. And little do you know is that they may or may not be the infamous “Bat-Family” everyone in Hawkins City knows about. Well… I guess the reveals will be a bit awkward.

|| One Shot

Sweet Girl, No Life - Coming Soon (xSister!Reader)

Summary: N/A

The Cool Dude - Coming Soon (xMunson!Reader)

Summary: N/A

•Dustin Henderson

|| Series

Should We Stay or Should We Go? - (xSister!OFC) 🧸💔

|| One Shot

Of Lightning, Idiots, and Cosplay - Coming Soon (xSister!Reader) 🧸💔

Summary: (The Flash AU) When your brother tells you that The Flash, Hawkins City’s local superhero, is his role model and wants to become just like him, you didn’t think he meant literally like him. -- Or, your brother Dustin decides to douse himself in chemicals and get struck by lightning to become just like his favorite hero, and you find yourself suddenly trying to find a way to contact the superhero who’s slightly responsible for this outcome.

Matchmaker- Coming Soon (xSister!Reader)

Summary: N/A

-Taglist Is Open-

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fictionallyinparadise · 2 years ago

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An Ask Game based on things in my room!

Reblog karma is appreciated!!

🧸; What sort of plushies do you think your f/o would like? Beanie Babies, Squishmallows, big or small ones, etc?

🥄; What's your f/os comfort meal(s)? Do you know how to cook/order it?

💻; How tech savvy is your f/o? If technology isn't real in their source, how good are they at whatever equivalent?

🏮; How often do you and your f/o vacation? What's your dream vacation with them?

🩹; Talk about a time your f/o helped you heal from something (s/i lore or IRL). If you're not comfortable talking about it, how does your f/o react to small injuries (paper cuts, scrapped knees, bruise from bumping things, etc)?

🎲; What's your favorite board game to play with your f/o(s)? Least favorite?

🎧; What music do they like? Do you share a music taste with them or no?

🎸; Gush about a random hobby or skill your f/o has!

👜; Show a picture of your favorite outfit your f/o has worn and gush about it! Go absolutely ham too, keysmashes and heart emojis are encouraged!

#self ship ask meme #self ship ask game #ough this is my first thing i hope its good!!#self ship community #self ship #i tried to make it work for any type of relationship ;w;

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simxmelodramatica · 5 months ago

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Hi, my name is Bri. I like pretty and cute things. I like The Sims 4. Sometimes I make or edit stuff to make them cute. Not very tech savvy but I can finagle my way through some things. I’ll share them, too. Besitos! 🧸💗

In the meantime, here are my resources (needs to be updated lollll) and some information about me. Follow me on Patreon for cute things, maybe. ;)

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crybaby-cyn · 1 year ago

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𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒊!! 🎀

𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆: 𝑪𝒚𝒏𝒏𝒊!!

𝑨𝒈𝒆: 𝟏6+

𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚: 𝑫𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝟐𝒏𝒅

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓: 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 ♀

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔: 𝒔𝒉𝒆/𝒉𝒆𝒓/𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 🎀🧸🦴

𝒁𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒄 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏: 𝑺𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒔 ♐︎

𝑬𝒕𝒉𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚: 𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒂𝒌, 𝑫𝒖𝒕𝒄𝒉, 𝑨𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏

𝑺*𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚: 𝒑𝒂𝒏

𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔!! 🎀

𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒐, 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒔, 𝑺𝒌𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑲!!, 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒊𝒏𝒚, 𝑴𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒊𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒄!!, 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔-𝒖𝒑, 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑵𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒛𝒊𝒆𝒔!! 𝑪𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑯𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒆𝒔!!, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒈 𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔!! 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒔!!

♡🧸🌈🎀🍼🦴♡

𝑳𝒐𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔!! 🎀

𝑩𝒖𝒈𝒔, 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔, 𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔, 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕, 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌, 𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈

𝑴𝒚 𝑭𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒔!! 🎀

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: 𝑭𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒚, 𝑨𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒘𝒂, 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒂, 𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒆, 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒆, 𝑱𝒂𝒅𝒆, 𝑪𝒉𝒍𝒐𝒆, 𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒂, 𝑴𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒚, 𝑹𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒂, 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑺𝒏𝒐𝒘𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆!! 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒓𝒖𝒃𝒚, 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒆, 𝑩𝒊𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆

♡🧸🌈🎀🍼🦴♡

𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒔: 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉, 𝑫𝒐𝒄 𝑴𝑪 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒔, 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒆, 𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒛, 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒙, 𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒚, 𝑲𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝑴𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒚, 𝑷𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌, 𝑺𝒆𝒂 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑱𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒋𝒂𝒎, 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒔, 𝑴𝒐𝒖𝒌, 𝑺𝒐𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕, 𝑷𝒖𝒄𝒄𝒂, 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒎𝒂𝒙 𝒏 𝒓𝒖𝒃𝒚 𝑬𝒕𝒄. ♡🧸🌈🎀🍼🦴♡

♡🧸🌈🎀🍼🦴♡

𝑯𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔: 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒘, 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓, 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔-𝒖𝒑, 𝑻𝒓𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒔, 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒇 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚 𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒔, 𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒇 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮!! 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕!! 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒌𝒔

♡🧸🌈🎀🍼🦴♡

𝑭𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔: 𝑵𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝑷𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒂, 𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒅🥗, 𝒇𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒔, 𝒗𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒈𝒖𝒎, 𝒈𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒑.

♡🧸🌈🎀🍼🦴♡

𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔: 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍, 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏, 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝒃𝒖𝒏/𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚

#cute #pink #coquette #agere community #agere blog #age regressor #sfw agere #age regression #sanrio #SoundCloud

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eolewyn1010 · 2 years ago

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Alright, OC asks!!

💞💘👃💐🧸

I'd like to hear these for your Princess Eirathil (bc I'm interested in how she's different from my princess)

o.O Please don't tell me I accidentally made a clone of one of your OCs again...

💞 : Do they treat sex casually or do they view it as something with a lot of emotional weight?

"Casually" is not the right word; an unhappy marriage has led her to treat it indifferently. She tries to avoid her husband where she can, and endure him when she can't. Falling in love and realizing that sexuality can indeed be more than means to the end of an heir is a pretty big change for her, but it's not like she can just hop into bed with the guy she loves now, can she? Before an emotional weight, sex has the weight of a duty for her, and risking an extramarital child isn't something she can afford. Let's wait for widowhood.

💘 : Is your OC a very good flirt? Are they charming?

Initially, not at all. Eirathil is withdrawn and quiet and rarely smiles, and she doesn't think of herself as very attractive. As she learns about politics and grows from "princess to be presented to the public" to "savvy future Queen", her confidence grows and she begins to show her wit in conversation. The fact that an important person of confidence regarding her country's politics also grows to be her love interest surely helps honing her flirting skills. Eirathil remains soft-spoken about it, but she manages to baffle him every now and then with a subtle insinuation or a compliment that might mean just a little more.

👃 : Does your OC smell good? Do they have a signature scent?

Her husband has given her a parfum that he likes her to wear, but as Eirathil grows dissatisfied with being his doormat, she ceases wearing it. It's probably telling that her husband is only the second guy who notices this.

💐 : What is their courting style? How would they woo someone?

She doesn't, that's not done. She's a married woman, after all. Erynion has that courtly-love thing going on with her where they can share a look every now and then and she smiles when he kisses her hand and they have walks in the park... obviously where everyone can see them and tell even from afar that they're not up to anything undue. But if you don't mind a spoiler: Eirathil will most fortunately unfortunately lose her husband in war, and when the castle is surrounded and she and those at the top of the court are taken prisoners, she saves Erynion's life by stepping in and saying "back off; that's the next king of the realm!" When she's locked in with her presumed fiancé, she also gets around to asking him if he would like to be her husband. Needless to say, she's gotten way more direct about stuff.

🧸 : Into public displays of affection or are they more reserved?

Very reserved. There's the cold kisses to the cheek her husband gives her occasionally, but even later on with Erynion, it doesn't go beyond a brief touching of hands.

#ask thingie #thanks!#stuff about my OCs

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clovermunson · 1 year ago

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here’s a tamer one:

gimme all your unpopular stranger things opinions, pretty please!!

sav, bestie you know i love being controversial (sometimes) and i know that some of these may get me tumblr-cancelled or cause a fandom riot because most of them will be about billy (and by extension, max), but that’s not my problem.

billy and max genuinely cared about each other. i know, some of you are gonna look at that and say “how the fuck is that true??” but trust me. it is. both of them were forced into a shitty situation, and often took things out on each other because they were both misguided and trying to navigate things on their own. neil and susan obviously favored max, often neglecting billy and making him grow up on his own and way too fast. he was handling full-fledged adult responsibilities by the time he was sixteen, and he shouldn’t have been. now while i think susan may have tried to evenly delegate her attention to both kids, neil completely prohibited that under some false pretense such as “billy needs to grow up” or “he doesn’t need a mother anymore”. any time max screwed up, billy was left to deal with it instead of neil and susan handling it themselves, like parents should, not older siblings (though i believe had it not been for neil, susan would’ve taken care of max herself— i have some very complicated opinions on susan, but that’s another story). every time billy acted out in violence, it was a defense and survival mechanism for him; and he probably did it quite often to protect max because he cared for her, and for the fact that if he didn’t, he’d face neil’s wrath for the nth time (i.e.: the fight at byers’ home with steve— which, in billy’s defense, was totally justified from his point of view). anyway, max and billy cared about each other in their own weird little way.

more on the topic of billy, he wasn’t racist and he didn’t target or dislike lucas simply because he was black. that’s just a bullshit reason that 98% of the fandom uses to justify why they hate billy because they couldn’t read context clues and use some critical thinking skills. he disliked lucas because he witnessed lucas and max arguing in the school parking lot, and lucas was upsetting max— and billy knew that it would be his ass if neil found out about it.

i think the whole “girlboss” angle they’re trying to do with nancy kinda sucks and it’s ruining her character. she was definitely a stronger character in season 2 than any other season.

the series started with will, and it should end with will. i said what i said.

max stabbing billy with a needle and syringe with no idea what was in it is not the girlboss moment y’all think it is. what was in that syringe could’ve killed him for all anyone knew.

the sauna scene was genuinely billy begging for max to help him because he didn’t know what was going on, until it wasn’t, and max knew that was billy and not the mindflayer.

speaking of the whole mindflayer thing, y’all can’t tell me that max didn’t genuinely care about billy when she said “i really hope it’s not you” in reference to the party suspecting that billy was the host.

oh and in season two when billy’s “threatening” to run over the boys?? y’all are delusional for thinking he really would lmao he’s an older brother and older brothers mess with their sisters like that. and he’s a seventeen year old with a cool, fast car. there’s no way he was gonna willingly get himself a vehicular homicide charge in a bumfuck town in indiana. y’all are dumb as shit for thinking he would. and did y’all notice when max grabbed the wheel and made the car swerve to avoid hitting them? billy could’ve easily gone against her force and kept the car on course, but he didn’t.

stancy shippers are essentially romanticizing a toxic relationship between two people who very clearly want different things for themselves and could never actually work, from a logical and realistic viewpoint.

on that note, stancy should not happen in season five. or ever again for that matter. fight me about it.

karen wheeler’s actions in season three can’t be justified. i’m not even gonna argue on this one with anyone because y’all know what happened. sure she chose her family in the end, but she was really about to go hook up with a freshly-18 year old man while being in her 40s…absolutely not, ma’am. don’t even get me started on the other pool-lurking moms.

it’s game night, send one of these!

#these are so brave yet so controversial i think #especially that first one #that first one is gonna ruffle some feathers #may even cause some heebies to be jeebied (get it?)#maybe even the second one too #me? causing fandom discourse with my strong opinions? it’s more likely than you’d think.#fandom discourse #morgan’s mailbox📬#ask games #clovermunson’s game night #savvy🧸

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clovermunson · 1 year ago

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remember when i said i love your billy and that he’s my favorite of all the billys out there??

this fic is a testament to that exact statement. (also as a fellow thunderstorm-fearing girl, i get it. thank you for representing us)

i love that you can make billy a grumpy little shit, yet also the most loving, gentle person ever. shit hits me right in my feels, man.

He blushes. Goddamnit, Billy thinks

just shoot me. fucking shoot me. billy blushing?? goddamnit.

“You can ride anytime you want, baby.”

ha there’s the little shit we know and love

“Mhm. There’s one I like. He’s pretty but super grumpy.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep.”

“I think trivia might be better since you’re just going to bully me.”

this is so fucking cute my god—

when it's rainin'

billy hargrove x gn!reader

word count: 2,666 ;)

warnings: swearing, reader has a fear of thunderstorms, kinda newly established relationship, a few sexual innuendos, fluff

a/n: hi! this was very self-indulgent for me and i am decidedly dedicating this fic to all of my fellow thunderstorm fearers. i see you. i am you. i hope this isn't too bad. i revised it too many times and i'm still feeling a little fretful over it. also, the title is a fleetwood mac lyric. bite me. anyways, please let me know what you think! mwah mwah i love you <333

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“Billy, I gotta get going.”

You squeeze the fat of his thigh where it’s draped over both of your legs. He takes hold of your wrist; his grip gentle, if not a little teasing.

He turns to look at you, head lolling against the back of the couch. His hair is pushed up messily behind him on the cushion. You know that if he were to sit up, it’d be matted in the way that it gets when he lays on it for too long.

Billy knows the cogs in your brain are at work. The beginnings of a cocky smirk play at the corners of his mouth. He furrows his brow, faux concern written all across his face, as if something’s wrong.

“But it’s rainin’, baby.” He gives his head a little shake, like he can’t believe you’d leave in weather like this.

His smirk is in full bloom when he laces his fingers with yours and lifts your hand up to his mouth. You turn to look out the window and feel him press a kiss to your knuckles.

He’s buttering you up and you know it.

“It’s just rain, Hargrove. And I do know how to drive.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, the rain picks up, enough so that you can hear it pounding against the roof.

Billy laughs, low and sweet. You glare at him.

“Fine. I’ll wait it out.”

“Mhm,” he grunts, peeling his leg off of yours and repositioning himself on the couch. He leans up against the arm, and holds his own out to you. You know what he’s doing, so you oblige.

Billy loves to watch storms, and holding you this way makes for a better view out the window. You lean into him, back pressed to his chest. He wraps his arms around your shoulders and buries his face in your neck.

There’s a crack of lightning and the rumble of thunder that follows seems to shake the earth itself. Your stomach drops. This is exactly what you hadn’t wanted to happen, and now you’re stuck here, with Billy, internally panicking over a thunderstorm. Admittedly, you do feel a bit safer than you would alone in your bedroom, but this fear isn’t exactly something you share with others.

“You can’t drive home in that,” he argues.

You grab hold of Billy’s forearms, his skin warm under your palms. “I said I’d wait it out,” you mumble.

He kisses the side of your throat, and it’s the kind of kiss you might feel lingering there for the rest of the day. Like his lips have left a searing brand against your skin.

“You could just stay,” he drawls.

“Billy.”

He lets out a breath of a laugh and moves his face back from you. “Yeah, I know. You don’t love me.”

You let yourself slide further down the couch until your head rests on Billy’s tummy. He doesn’t let go of you though, hands rubbing over your collarbones. “That’s not fair.”

It thunders then, at a volume you couldn’t have expected. It rattles both you and the windows, making you jump.

“You okay?” Billy’s tone is sincere.

You sit back up a little bit, and he uses the leverage to pull you into him. He wraps his arms around you completely, enveloping you in warmth and the scent of his body wash. The gesture is protective. He can see the way you glance out the window, and he thinks you might be looking for that flash, that queue for another rumble.

“‘M fine. Scared me is all.”

Your grip on Billy’s knee says otherwise. He thinks he understands.

“I’ve never been with you during a storm before. You don’t like ‘em?”

You glance back at him. The concern on his face is genuine this time, but you can still see that underlying tendency to tease, like he’s ready to use it when he feels necessary.

“Rain is fine,” you start. “I love it, actually. It’s just when it gets like this, when you can’t see down the driveway anymore and it’s windy. I really don’t like the wind.”

It is pretty damn windy. Billy hadn’t noticed it until you pointed it out. It makes him glad he parked under the carport today, knowing this is the kind of storm that leaves a mess behind.

You’re starting to panic, not only because you’ve just told Billy about your childish fear, but also because you don’t know what kind of weather they’re calling for. You live in Indiana, for fucks sake. You don’t like that all of this is out of your control, that there’s nothing you can do but wait it out.

“Hey, look at me.” Billy says, voice low and enticing. It pulls you from your spiraling thoughts. Your fingers are cold where they press into his legs. You twist around to face him and his hands meet your cheeks. His eyes are boring into yours.

He kisses you. It’s slow, measured. The kind of kiss that steals your breath and demands your full attention.

You realize too late that it’s a distraction. You don’t jump when it thunders this time.

Billy pulls away, pleased with the blissed out look on your face. With the fact that he’s seemingly calmed you down for the moment.

“That sweatshirt you like is on my bed. Why don’t you go get it, huh?”

You nod and he steadies you when you climb off of him and the couch. Billy wants to look at the weather, but he also wants to take care of you. He’s not letting you drive home tonight.

You slip down the hall and Billy uses the time to flip the channel, assuming the weather will be on.

You find his sweatshirt where he told you it’d be and stop at the foot of his bed, pulling it on over your head. It smells like him. Not like his cologne or cigarettes, but like the Billy who took a shower and got cold, who fell asleep earlier than usual and slept in more clothes than he ever has—this sweatshirt included.

You see the lightning this time and are able to brace yourself for the thunderclap that follows. You still scramble back to the living room, seeking refuge in Billy.

Your footsteps are quiet despite your panic, and Billy only notices you’ve entered the room because he’d sat up firmly against the back of the couch. You’re chewing on your lip, staring at the warnings flying across the screen. “What’d it say?”

Billy turns the tv off. “Nothing bad baby, promise.” He holds out his hands and scoots to the edge of his seat, pulling you to stand in between his legs. He closes them against your own, gently trapping you there. “Just that it was gonna be stormy the rest of the night.”

Your brow furrows. “It’s not gonna let up?”

“Doesn’t look like it.” This time you catch the way the corner of his mouth quirks up. Clearly he’s happy with himself and the weather.

Billy’s always loved these kinds of storms, and he hates that you don’t, but if he can get rain and his baby to spend the night all in one go? He’ll be pretty damn content.

You realize that you should’ve watched the weather report this morning, but it seems that when you know you’ll be spending time with Billy, he’s the only thing that occupies your brain.

“Dammit,” you say.

Billy squeezes at your hips, and it makes you look down at him. There’s a pout on his face: the crease between his brows deepening, his bottom lip jutting out just that little bit. He squeezes harder now that he’s got your attention.

“Something wrong with staying here? You really wanna go home that bad?”

Billy’s teasing and you know it. You know that he’d let you go if you actually wanted to, that he’d worry until you got home and called him to say you were okay. You also know that he wants you to stay, and you’ve known that since you got to his place and saw the relief on his face. Hell, he hasn’t stopped touching you since then either. He’s plenty needy today.

You cup his face with your hands, swipe your thumb over the smattering of freckles under his eye. His fingers have made their way under the hem of your (his) shirt and are pressing into your skin.

“I didn’t say that. I just told my parents that I wouldn’t be home too late.”

“So call and say you’re staying the night, that you don’t want to drive home in this weather.”

You decide then that maybe you don’t need to overthink this so much. That maybe you shouldn’t let your brain ruin what could be a nice night.

“Okay.”

Billy blinks up at you.

You move away from him and then you’re picking up the phone from its place on the wall, punching in your home number.

Billy can’t believe that worked. You never listen to him. And clearly you recognize this given that you’re hiding a grin with the back of your hand as you talk. The phone call is over quickly, and when you walk back over to him, Billy pulls you down into his lap. Your fingers find their way into his hair before you can even think about it.

“Have I behaved better than I thought?” Billy asks, tentatively rubbing up and down your thighs.

You grin at him and place a kiss on his cheek. It’s warmer than it should be, because somehow you’ve managed to fluster him.

“You keep giving me your pitiful little looks, Billy.”

He scoffs. “No, I don’t.”

“Don’t lie to me, pretty boy.”

He blushes. Goddamnit, Billy thinks. You can read him much too easily now. He’s really fucked.

Billy exhales. “I’ve wanted you to stay the night for weeks. But you always had to be home or somethin’. And the storm seems to be working in my favor tonight, y’know?” He gives you this look then, his eyes traveling across your face, down your neck and back up. He bats his lashes at you and you slap him on the shoulder.

He acts as though he’s appalled, grabbing you by the waist and maneuvering you off of him and onto the couch. Billy braces himself against the cushions and hovers over top of you. “Now that was just rude.”

“You deserved it,” you bite back, leaning up to swipe the tip of your tongue across the end of his nose. “Hate it when you flirt with me.”

Billy rolls his eyes and lets his weight drop down on top of you, causing you to voice an audible oof.

He props himself up on his elbows, face inches from yours. “Mhm. Hate it when your boyfriend flirts with you. I believe it.”

You start to say something, something he knows will be a smartass remark, so Billy presses his lips to yours, stealing the breath from your lungs. You make a noise of surprise and Billy starts to laugh against your mouth, a low chuckle that makes you want to both keep kissing him and shove him on the floor.

Billy pulls away to press kisses to both of your cheeks and the center of your throat. You’re lost in his affection when it thunders again, making you jolt underneath him. He brings a hand up to cradle your cheek. “Hey. S’okay.”

You start to nod when the lights flicker, and you swear your heart falls out of your ass. Please don’t let the power go out, you think. He can read the panic on your face.

“Okay,” Billy grunts, pushing himself to stand. “New plan.”

You sit up, and Billy quickly hooks one arm around your back, the other under your thighs. He hoists you up and over his shoulder, making you squeal with how swift the action is. But you don’t protest, and only hope that he won’t drop you on the way to his next destination.

Billy sets you down on his bed.

“Thanks for the ride,” you say, running your hands down your face. You realize too quickly the opening you’ve given him.

He leans in to kiss your forehead, though he pulls away and lets his mouth linger over the shell of your ear.

“You can ride anytime you want, baby.”

You fall back onto his mattress. “Billy, please.”

“Don’t gotta beg, honey. Whatever it is, I’ll give it to you.”

You hold back a groan at his antics. “I really should’ve gone home.”

Billy laughs and lands a playful smack to the side of your thigh before moving towards his dresser.

You push up on your elbows to watch him sort through his clothes. He grabs a couple things and brings them to you before pulling his own shirt off over his head.

“Why are you stripping?” You question, looking over the shirt and shorts he’d handed you.

“If you think that’s stripping, clearly I haven’t been good enough to you,” Billy snorts.

You grin up at him. “Are these for me?” you ask, holding onto the bundle of fabric in your hands.

“Mhm. For you to sleep in.”

You nod hesitantly, having just seen a flash outside of Billy’s window. This time the rumble is just that, not a clap, not enough to rattle the windows in their frames.

Billy moves towards his door, with the promise of getting more blankets, allowing you a moment to change. He comes back with water for you, too.

He kicks the door closed behind him, internally melting at the sight of you in his clothes. You’re so pretty, it physically hurts him. He’s never felt that way in his life.

Billy gets you to drink some for him before you’re scooting further into his bed and he’s kicking off his sweats.

You watch him move around the room, the way the muscles of his back move as he’s shutting blinds and pulling makeshift curtains closed. He turns off the overhead light, leaving only that coming from the lamps he has.

You’re in awe of how easy it is for him to take care of you. How he didn’t pester you for being afraid of the storm but instead has comforted you and seems dedicated to keeping you safe.

Billy finally slips into bed beside you. “What are we doing?” you ask, eyeing his torso while he settles in. He pretends not to notice.

“I’m protecting you from the big bad storm, baby.” He kisses your hairline.

You smile at him, one of pure joy that starts slow and grows brilliantly. The both of you are bundled up like it’s some big sleepover, or like you’ve stayed up hiding a book beneath the sheets.

“Well, I’m not sleepy. So what’d you wanna do? Tell secrets?”

Billy props his head up, palm cradling the base of his skull, elbow squishing his pillow. He laughs and squeezes at your hip.

“Trivia? Talk about boys?” you continue.

He shakes his head, his smile matching yours and making his eyes crinkle at the corners. Sometimes he can’t believe he landed you. “You got a boy you wanna talk about?”

You snort. “Mhm. There’s one I like. He’s pretty but super grumpy.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep.”

“I think trivia might be better since you’re just going to bully me.”

Billy flops down on his back. You push up so you can hover over him.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

Billy rolls his eyes but kisses you again, pulling your face down to meet his, mouth warm against yours. The next round of thunder is louder than the last and your heart rate picks up, but with him here it feels okay.

It’s hard not to feel safe when he takes such good care of you, when he’s warm enough that everything feels protected, like you could weather any storm with him and his smart ass mouth.

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

tagging: @clovermunson (for being such a gem and helping me)

#i’m so glad i could help you find the image you needed <3 #and i’m still in awe that you used a lyric from my favorite fleetwood mac song as the title #savvy🧸#savannah’s fics #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove x gender neutral reader

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starseverance · 1 year ago

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🧸, 💻, and 🎸

~ @itfitsitshipsart

Ask Game Link! Hi hi Ev! Thank you for the ask! <3 🎸 is already answered here!

🧸; What sort of plushies do you think your f/o would like? Beanie Babies, Squishmallows, big or small ones, etc? 💫 doesn't strike me as a plushie person.

💻; How tech savvy is your f/o? 💫 is really tech savvy, which is funny because he's the one that's decades older than me.

#sev's thoughts #f/o: yn1ipc #asks #ask answers #ask game answers

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hanjisungz · 2 years ago

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You get it!!! The correct amount of stimulation is A Lot!!! For me usually voices in my head + project is enough, but less than that and I am not okay. 😂 It is really good! Even if you aren't able to get all the way through, it's worth trying a few episodes!

Ooo who do you despise? 👀 It's so interesting to see people's takes on villagers! For me it's less that I dislike my current ones, but I have some I really want and an idea for what I want my island to be like. I'm way too into over designing my island. 😂

Oh my gosh you're the first person I've met who even knows that Style Savvy exists!!! 🥺 I still play the ones I have sometimes, they're just really nice and chill!

Ooo cool! I can see why you'd like piano! Do you still play? Bass and vocals are so important!!! I love good vocals so much... Especially for my biases, my biases' vocals always seem to end up as some of my favorites. XD

Do you have a favorite skz MV in terms of aesthetics/outfits/concept/etc.? Like maybe it's not your favorite song, but you really like the visual aspects of it? - 🧸

honestly i can't remember the names of the ones i absolutely hate but i really don't like any of the horse or gorilla villagers or the monkey ones like elise also moe, the cat villager, is just kinda creepy looking ksjdfdsf but i get that !! i remember seeing some from people streaming and i was like 'I Need Them" 😭😭

i don't have a piano at home unfortunately but i still play when i can!! and yes,,,,,, vocals are so important !! actually, besides jisung and changbin, i feel like most, if not all, of my other biases are vocalists 😳

ooh do you count performance videos?? because voices is definitely up there - even tho the song is one of my favorites - the video/visuals are Insane !! mia, as well, it's a performance video but the aesthetic and everything is great and i will force my way through the song just to watch the video. lonely st. too !!! even though i love the song so much, i always go back to watch the video for it because the aesthetic !! how about you ????

#personally i tend to lean more into the darker aesthetic so that's why !!#also venom !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#the outfits.... the vibe.......... the aesthetic................................ amazing #britt answers #anonymous #🧸 secret santa

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hoonfever · 2 years ago

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SUGARPLUM HOW WAS YOUR DAY 🤭🤭💞💝💞😻😻💝💞🪄😻🪄💗💝💘🫂💞🦋💞🐛😻🤞💗🫶😻🙏💞🙏😻💝😻📸🧸

HELLO SAVVY!!! 🥰😘💗💞💔❤❣💓💖🤎💖❣❣❣👯‍♀️ (that's your new nickname btw)

My day has not been the best bc I overslept- 😍

was supposed to be awake at 8 but I woke up at 10:45 so i missed like 4 classes🤡🤠

ALSO I WANTED TO ASK

IS IT SAVKAI OR KAIVANNAH??

#❥⭒moots!#❥ ⭒savannah🌠#❥ we ⭒ stan savkai/kaivannah

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rymurrsneckbeard · 2 years ago

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💕 🧸 👀

OKAY I FINALLY GOT THIS WRITTEN.

So this was asking for: a moment of jealousy between exes with feelings with a side of forced proximity. And heeeere we go.

Because I've been wanting to write a little old school Yzerman/Shanahan for a WHILE now and this gave me the perfect opportunity. With a little side of boytoyKyleDubas.

I don't think this is enough to have a title or anything, just a little blurby thing

It's the first night of the draft in Montreal, and buzz on the floor is as loud as Steve has ever heard it; apparently everyone is excited to be back in person. It likely comes as no surprise to anyone who knows him, but Steve preferred the last two years; he's more than happy to do this process from the comfort of his home office. It's not that he hates people, he just hates the politics of it, the need for media-savvy soundbytes and putting up with reporters who ask the same idiotic questions year after year. It's dealing with other GMs offering him their ECHL caliber left wingers for his top line centers. It's putting up with hockey dads who want to be involved in every step of their sons' draft day the way they've forced their way into every part of their hockey development so far.

Okay, maybe it's a little bit that he hates people.

Steve imagines that this used to be a very different event. His own draft feels like it was ages ago - mostly because it was - and he doesn't remember much of what was happening on the floor. He was just waiting to hear his name being called. Back then he imagines GMs had the ability to slam a phone down when someone offered something insulting. Now he just has to angrily stab the End Call button on his iPhone touchscreen. It doesn't have the same effect.

In the minutes before the draft officially starts, the phone calls ease, at least to him. The Red Wings aren't one of the top three picks, those are the GMs fielding the most requests right now. He uses the break in the action to get up and stretch his legs; his knee hasn't been right since 2001, a quick stroll along the draft floor will help loosen the joint. Unfortunately, though, just a moment later he regrets the decision.

He keeps his head down as he passes the table with the Maple Leaf insignia and avoids any and all eye contact. It's not like he never sees Brendan around - they both have executive jobs with the NHL, they tend to be in the same place at the same time more often than he'd prefer- but the draft gives Steve a particular opportunity to be faced with him for days at a time. And it's never just Brendan, of course. Next to him, always directly next to him, is the nerdy boytoy he calls a general manager.

Supposedly the kid is in his late 30s, which would still be entirely too young for Brendan, but he looks far younger. He looks like he'd be the right age to date Isabella. Steve would want to punch him in the face for that too.

He's met Kyle Dubas on a few occasions and it's been obvious each time that Brendan hasn't clued him into their messy history. Kyle has been friendly and clearly impressed by Steve's resume. Steve isn't so oblivious as to realize that he gives him the same hero-worship gaze as he gives Brendan. If he had the patience for it, it would serve Brendan right for Steve to seduce the kid out from under him.

Unlike Brendan, Steve has managed to find some dignity as he's gotten older.

"Hey Stevie, what's going on?"

The affection of the nickname from years gone by irks him as he turns to reply. "Just Steve, I've told you a few times now. And I'm fine, thanks."

Brendan laughs, an incredulous thing. "Amazing how you can be so formal about nicknames and show up here in a zip-up."

"I don't feel much need to dress up. The last couple years spoiled me. And anyway, it's not my draft, this is about the kids showing off. Like that one." He nods towards the Leafs' table, Dubas on the phone, hand covering his mouth as he works on some deal that may or may not work out. "Oh wait that's not a draft pick, that's your boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend. And jealousy doesn't suit you, Stevie," Brendan says, but he looks like he's won something.

"Steve. And yeah, I guess you're right. I'm too old for jealousy. Just like you're too old to be fucking someone my daughter's age." His outburst has drawn a couple sets of eyes and Steve rolls his neck, takes a deep breath as he waits for them to lose interest. "In any case, I've got calls to make. Good luck today."

Brendan doesn't step out of his way. He's going to make this more difficult; it's something he was always good at. "Isabella's not even 30 and he's pushing 40, but I don't think you care that much about the semantics, do you?"

"It's been twenty years, Brendan. Old news. No one cares anymore."

A laugh, humorless, escapes his mouth. "You sure seem to have some unresolved anger about it."

Steve flexes his jaw and shakes his head, letting out a snort. "It's not anger to think your mid-life crisis boytoy is embarrassing. I thought you were better than that. Guess that's another thing I had wrong about you."

"You had a wife, you had kids, and I was the one in the wrong?" Brendan's voice has dropped in volume and timbre, stepping closer so Steve can still hear him. To an outside audience this could be any benign discussion about a potential trade. No one is paying much attention.

"We had an agreement, you knew all about that."

Brendan gusts out something that's not quite a laugh. "Of course, an agreement. It worked out great for you. No matter what happened you had a family back home waiting."

You could've been a part of that family. Steve doesn't say it out loud, never really has. He always just thought Brendan would've figured it out on his own. It's been twenty years now, and it's far too late for that discussion.

"We're too old to rehash this battle, Brendan."

"Shanny," he says automatically. When Steve cocks an eyebrow he repeats himself. "No one fuckin' calls me Brendan, and you sure as hell never did. Shanny."

Steve rubs a hand over his face and lets out a breath through his teeth. "You know this discussion is pointless. It's been too long, too much has changed. We've got a draft to manage, I should get back to that."

Brendan nods slowly, lips pursed. "We never had this discussion back then either. Just how you always wanted it." He shakes his head, not even attempting to mask the roll of his eyes. "Good luck with the draft, Steve."

He's gone before Steve can reply, and that's probably for the best; Steve isn't entirely sure he kept the disappointment off his face when Brendan actually called him by the right name this time.

#i don't even know what to tag this tbh

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