#sid vicious x reader

[s1ater]

god, forgive me.

part three of n/a.

ricky rocks. i always forget to update this story even though it's my favorite plot tbh

kathaholics 🦵

finn guess who we just fucking found

sab god himself?

josh we were a little more luckier than that

enya luckier than god?

enya can't wait to hear this

josh the bitch who lit stacy on fire

finn she's coming to smoke with us

sab oh great, another deadbeat to add to our group

josh how could you say that, chicago is a national treasure

josh she did what no one else could do

sab josh, she basically committed arson

finn no, we weren't lucky enough for that

finn more like, third degree burns

josh arson would be like if stacy had just completely disintegrated

josh which sadly did not even come close to happening

"these two jackasses would get themselves expelled if they ever talk like this in public."

"what do you mean?" enya snorts, "they talk like this all the time in public. neither of them have a filtered thought to save them."

louis watches the continuation string of messages between finn and josh dogging on stacy golifolk feed through his screen within their groupchat to no end. he lied in the back of their rec room on an old dusty chair while sabrina and enya continued to discuss how stupid their two friends were.

"louis, you ready to go soon?"

louis perked his head up to sabrina's inquiry, finding both of them looking at him now.

"what?"

"the graveyard," she nodded, "ditching school... remember?"

louis dips his head back as if suddenly being hit with recollection, “oh yeah, uh… no.”

“no?” sabrina is on her knees know, hanging off the back of the couch as she looks at him in surprisal.

“yeah, you seemed to have heard me correctly.”

“okay, no need to be rude about it, blockhead,” enya barges in, looking widely distasteful to his disinterest. “you’re the one who wanted to go.”

“and now i don’t.”

enya rolls her eyes before mumbling, “fucking cunt,” then turning back around to sit normally on the orange couch both her and sab were on. sab still watched him, more with confusion than annoyance that enya was hunkering.

“what’s up with you?”

kathaholics 🦵

josh yo, wtm

josh i got my bag and we already hopped the fence, so the rest of you fuckers better be on the way

sab looks up from her phone as he still scanned josh's messages, “so, you going or not?”

louis feels a strain of annoyance in his chest and a flash of heat flare upon his face; anger. for some reason, he felt a large amount of annoyance and irritation with sabrina still talking to him even after his rejection. he felt this a lot lately, and not just with sabrina, but right now she was putting the cherry on top of increasing his bad mood.

“fuck off, sabrina.”

**

“do you fuckers have no sense of time?”

“relax fuck face, you act like your mental watch is so good.”

“when weed’s involved, it’s immaculate.”

enya gave a hefty sigh before swinging her bag onto her designated seat. she then looked up, analyzing the three sets of red eyes before her, she smirks, “well, well, well, if it isn’t the woman of the hour.”

“my fellow candle stick holder.”

sabrina rolls her eyes as you and enya lean toward one another to shake hands, and you’re just beaming with a thin pressed smile of amusement. she couldn’t believe this was happening.

“ladies, take a seat. you know where you belong,” josh extends his arms out to the dusty old cushions that filled the area across from him

the graveyard was an old abandoned boys school from the 1950s that was never tore down, but rather left for catholic delinquents to discover and deem as there smoke spot. the five of them currently sat in a rusty old school bus that was cleared of most its seats and replaced with scruffy old couch cushions, bean bags, and really anything to provide comfort.

you were beyond amazed at the craftsmanship when your two new friends pulled you into what was the perfect smoke spot. your urge to spark up had increased immediately upon the sight, cutting your tour short and landing all three of you on the couch shoved all the way to the back.

“aye, where is louis at?”

“his cunt ass decided he didn’t want to come,” the sour tone of enya's voice suddenly covered every part of the bus, making everyone look up to her.

you were quick to catch onto the look josh and finn share over you despite being in your high state. her tone was very sobering and somehow you felt ten times more aware of everything all because of her clear distaste for this louis boy.

“fuck, why is that?”

“fuck if i know, louis has a fuckin’ stick up his ass lately.”

“isn’t that right.”

“sorry, who are we talking about?” your face screws up while you pass on the blunt you had to finn, looking between each of them subtly.

“louis partridge,” finn inhales “brown hair, brown eyes, and apparently a recent stick inputted into his ass.”

“such a clear decipher, almost like you didn’t just describe every walking fuck in our school,” enya rolls her eyes at finn and the vague features he offered, then looking to you. "he's the same year as us, was going to be top boy."

her provided information wasn't anymore of a help either.

"what?" however, a burst of energy seized through the group upon the relevance of it.

"lou was going to be top boy?" sabrina's posture was pulled straight as the rest of them, looking for clarification from enya--all she does is shrug.

"no wonder louis has been such a prick lately. he has to start fulfilling the roll," finn chuckles to himself, slowly starting to slouch back down. "too good for us."

"hey, whatever man, good for him," josh lightly taps finn, "maybe we'll finally get coed bathrooms and cig breaks like we've been petitioning for since first year sense we know someone on the board now."

"you guys are disgusting," enya rolls her eyes.

"what, you think they won't go for the dart breaks between class?"

you think enya's eyes are about to fall out of her head by the amount of eye rolls she's had in the past five minutes. you suppress your snicker as she looks at them with a dead stare.

"yeah, good luck with that one," she readjusts herself. "louis doesn't seem to give a damn about us, let alone your first year petitions."

"cmon, en, it was just one thing. he was only pissy because of coming down off of whatever josh gave him this morning," sabrina's voice lightens in defense of him, pushing enya further in annoyance.

"it wasn't just one thing. he's been a dick for the past couple of months. you can't tell me he hasn't when we're the ones who always have to deal with it because these two dimwits are too high half the time to even speak," her pointer finger jabs in your general direction in reference to both finn and josh who seemed shocked to her accusation. "tell me you didn't forget just because you've known him for so long."

there are hints of more spite that intertwined within the sentence, and you wonder why.

"well, I have known him for a long time."

"we all have, sab, but I don't forget his bitch fits because of it."

"oh, cmon, enya, don't you think you're being kinda harsh?" josh motions mindlessly with the hand that isn't propped behind his head. "you're just still pressed about him throwing out your booze stash."

"yeah, and you would be too if it was your pot."

"yeah, well at least I'm smart enough to not bring it around him when he's asked you not to," he takes a hit, his nonchalantness pissing her off. "plus, you're the one who put it in his room."

"suck me off," she grumbles, finally throwing herself into the cushions as if finally giving up. "he shouldn't be friends with alcoholics when he doesn't want to become one himself."

silence, but you still wonder;

"who's louis again?"

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[undinegeist]

So who knows if the Sex Pistols ever hit Italy? Idk if they did, not gonna look it up. In the spirit of rebellion, but also ‘cause I just feel like Italy right now.

This is for @msbzowy - requested ages ago, I’m so sorry it took so long, was longer than I thought it would be, all my thoughts have emptied out of my head lately, writing-wise at least. Still trying to recapture them…so this might not be quite what you wanted, it’s not as long as I’d like…which is to say, I’m gonna try for a sequel.

I could just feel that if I went longer it’d lose quality and sense and everything else, but I wanted at least to write you something. If you like it let me know so I can work myself up for more and tag you. Sorry again, that it’s not as good as it could be.

-xx-

Y/N

-xx-

They call me out of nowhere, begging me to cover a spot…I have weekend plans, but being so new, I can’t turn down work, even if it means dumping my friends.

“Are you sure you want me though? I do theatre usually.”

“Same thing,” the girl on the other end of the line drawls. “At least you can speak English. There’s a stage. Just bring cotton to stuff in your ears, last time they almost sued us.”

She’s off the phone so fast, I get whiplash; at least there’s no lingering or dawdling, that takes ages…I pack up and get on a bus, and the venue is bigger than I expected, they must be at least semi-famous to be here…which reminds me I have no idea who’s playing.

“Hey.” He bumps my shoulder from behind, looks like he stuck his finger in a socket, though from the smell lingering on him probably just bathed in hair gel. “I’m Sid.”

“Y/N.” If I hadn’t clocked his hair, I’d definitely have clocked his clothes. “You’re in the band, I guess?”

“You guess? We’re the Sex Pistols. Don’t you know anything?”

I roll my eyes. “I guess not, if that means knowing who you are. Doesn’t bother me too much though.”

He actually smiles at this, like he’s pleased. “It should. You have no idea what you’re missing out on…”

“Show me then. What do you play?”

He averts his eyes at this, suddenly shy; it’s disconcerting. “Bass…sort of.”

“Sort of?” I make my voice gentler, not wanting to hurt his feelings.

“Yeah, I mean…I’m still learning. Not sure I’ve got the hang of it yet…”

“SIDNEY!” He starts at the voice, though I don’t…from the back there’s a boy with a barely there shirt, hair an even bigger mess than his, if that’s possible. “Who are you talking to?”

“Y/N. She’s…what are you?”

“Photographer.” I sigh. “Last minute.”

“Doesn’t matter…you’ll be great.” He smiles, and I sort of hate the way it makes me feel; this sort of thing never ends well.

“You should head out with us after too…we’re going to some fancy restaurant they’re paying for, to drown ourselves in pasta.”

“Sounds fun.”

“Yeah, it will be. STEVE!” He’s gone just like that, like he wasn’t even there.

“Nevermind him, he’s kind of a rocket. Must be the sulfate he had on the way…you really should come with us, though. Will you?”

“Why does that feel like a marriage proposal?” His tone is way too earnest for someone asking me to dinner.

He shrugs. “Could be, never know how far we’ll take the night.”

I’d hate to get married, but I like the idea of not knowing where things will go…wish I had that more often, most of the people I photograph only ever go to the same places, run through the same crowds, there’s never anything different.

“Alright…I’ll come with you.”

“Great!” And he bites his lip, though he leans down and drops a kiss on my cheek, disappearing the moment he’s done…I barely have time to process this before he faceplants as he tries to wave at me, his friends laughing as he scrambles to his feet and goes the rest of the way backstage, nonplussed.

I stifle a laugh til he’s out of sight, thinking this night might go down in history, for me at least.

[sunkissedscribbles]

@inksoakedparchment us core:

[paintedstories]

"issues"

⚠: Sid is an addict, cussing, mommy issues, I think that's all (please, if you ever need the help of advice or just to be listened to, contact me, I will never judge! I love you)

'you miss your friend, he changed... from the clean, porcelain skin and silky smooth hair, to a ragged man who looked rotten in every bit of his aspects...'

We are standing in a dark alley, looking at each other, he looked high...and he was. Why were still there? you fucking loved him too much.

you look at the destroyed man in front of you, half-naked covered in blood, with spiky hair that smelled weird, and a bloody face from a fight he caused... he felt happy when he was beaten.

He had severe Mommy issues. He was destroyed, yet still such a pretty human. You fully knew he wasn't a bad man... a bad boy, he was your boy.

you lean on the wall resting your head as you look up at the smoke flowing from his lips towards your face, pushed by the wind. you sigh as you shakily muster your words.

"I'm leaving" silence.

"good joke bubble-gum" he snorted, then stopped and looked at my serious face.

"oh..." he backed away slightly and continued.

"you've got bored of me innit?" he said with a scowl on his face as he spat blood on his right and threw the cigar.

"... I told you before... I wanted us two to live together! go to another country! go study! you promised... yet here we are, you all covered in blood...you've changed...and after all of this!" you gesture with your hands towards him up and down then to the dark alley we were standing in "Unfortunately, I still love you..."

your lips trembled, you did not want to cry...

"you chose those weird guys who just make you get hurt...." I pause "Over me..." you could not hold it anymore it drove you mad crazy, to see that beautiful smart, and kind boy turn this way

"You broke our promise, you started doing drugs, smoked even more than before, started cutting yourself again, you did not come to visit me, did not even let me know you're still alive for three fucking months!" he starred now with sadness and shock as if he got out of a dream and realized.

he stepped closer to you yet the smell of alcohol and more things made you want to gag and you backed away looking at him with pure sadness.

"I know I shouldn't... but I give you one last chance"

you saw his eyes lit up and that made you continue.

"Either you come with me right now, leave them behind" you gesture to the building as in his band "and you come with me. I will help you put yourself back on track... or you stay here like a fucking rat and never contact me... the only person who will ever love you this much, ever again." you finish with a stern face and tone.

you let him think as I saw a stray cat and went to pet it.

"I can't..." he said under his breath

as you sat up you saw him crying, you went up to him and put my hands on his face gently holding him. he shock his head as he looked at you like a lost boy... the lost boy you first met at that kindergarten.

You slightly smile "You can, I am her to help you, I will be by your side all my life, but only if you come with me" He fell to the ground as he started sobbing, and you crouched and let him bury his face in your chest as he cried and you held him, shit, this heroin made him sensitive, more sensitive than he was already.

"m-mom...?" he said as you held him, humming a song from our favourite childhood cartoon.

"no sweetie, It's me y/n" he then hugged you tighter and sobbed harder, dampening your white shirt.

"help me...please...fix me, I'm fucking broken, please" he sobbed, he was back.

you helped him stand, then went through your backpack to take out a jacket, always carried a spare one, taking it out you opened it and helped him slide his hands trough it, then zipped it up making him hiss as the jacket came in contact with his chest full of scars.

you hold your hand for him, you start walking as he keeps holding your hand and continues to softly cry.

"It's fine now, you're safe, everything will be fine," you tell him with a motherly tone as you walk to your apartment.

When you stepped into your apartment, then told him to go shower and use your shower gel. As he was in the shower hopefully washing himself, you made the bed, added more pillows and another blanket.

you were in the kitchen preparing tea, to relax him so he will be able to fall asleep, when you heard him coming out of the shower and calling your name,

"here, in the kitchen!" You say as his footsteps are heard, you hand him a cup of tea as you walk to bed.

"come, we have to sleep. tomorrow we will leave." You tell him as he sits down ad slowly drink his tea as his head is rested on your shoulder.

you've got your boy back...and you're never letting him go and get hurt.

hi!

im sorry for not being active...some things have been going on. I've been inspired by the series "Pistol" to make this small imagine.

as always, if you want to request, you can!

and as I said at the start, need someone to talk to? Im here!

[follows-the-life-ahead]

Dangerous - Dewey Riley x fem!reader

Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four | Part five

Summary - Y/n L/n, a high school student in her senior year who lives in the small town of Woodsboro, California. She can’t really complain about her life, she’s a great student, with great friends to whom she can tell everything, well, almost everything. But what happens when a masked killer is on the loose? And one of her closest friends turns out to be the main target of the said killer? Will she be able to survive?

A/n- just a tiny little chapter :)

Info - i lost my taglist google form, so if you want to be tagged in any works comment below this post or send me a message!

Pairing - Dwight ‘Dewey’ Riley x female!reader

Word count - 1.4k

Warnings - mentions murder;

“Sidney Prescott, who escaped a vicious attack last night is the daughter of Maureen Prescott, who was brutally killed last year when convicted murderer Cotton Weary broke into their home and savagely raped and tortured the deceased. Cotton Weary is currently awaiting the appeal for the death sentence handed down after the young Sidney testified against him. She was the key witness in the state’s case against the-“

And the tv went off.

It was the morning after the attack Sidney was a victim of. You were in the kitchen of the Rileys’ household, currently eating breakfast. The news channels were going on and on about last night's attempted murder.

Taking your eyes off the tv, your gaze landed on Dewey. He put down the tv remote on the kitchen counter and proceeded to sit down at your side on the round kitchen table. When you had walked into the kitchen that morning he was on a phone call, you assumed police related, and when your gazes had met you gave him a small nod of your head as a good morning greet.

“It’s never gonna stop, is it?” Sidney spoke up, as silence filled the room. Her question was directed at Dewey.

You stopped eating, putting your sandwich down silently on the plate in front of you. You glanced at Dewey, who proceeded to tell Sidney the same thing he told you last night.

“Billy was released.” He grimaced. You swallowed thickly. The look on Sid's face was concerning you. “His cellular bill was clean. He didn’t make those calls.”

Your gaze flickered from Sid's to Dewey's face slowly. The atmosphere in the room was tense. Sidney's anxiety was palpable.

“We’re checkin’ every cellular account in the county.” Dewey continued. “Any calls made to you or Casey Becker are being cross-referenced.”

Sid's worry was getting the best of her. She shock her body as if a chill ran across her entire form, and you’re pretty sure it did.

“It’s gonna take some time, but we’ll find him.” Dewey tried to reassure Sidney. But she just looked numb.

Tatum tried to comfort her punching her slowly in the arm. “you okay?” Sidney, you noticed, tried to smile, but to no avail.

Silence filled the room once again. Everyone ate in silence. You noticed Sidney picking on her food, but decided to not mention it. You felt a pair of eyes on you. Looking to your right, you caught Dewey's gaze, who simply gave you a grimace of a smile. You did the same. He was the only thing that filled your world with a little light on this sad morning.

Dewey drove the three of you to school that morning. You sat in the back with Sid, and Tatum in the passenger seat next to Dewey. You could feel Sidney's concern radiating from her body. The car ride was silent, aside from the music Dewey put on to try and lighten up the mood.

As you reached the school’s driveway Dewey turned on the car police sirens before parking.

Dewey and Tatum opened their doors and got out of the vehicle. You pushed through Tatum's passenger seat and got out of the car, as Sid did the same on the opposite side.

Tatum had already rounded the vehicle while you were still closing the door. From where you stood you could faintly overhear Dewey trying to reassure Sidney. “Don’t worry, Sid. It’s school. You’ll be safe here.”

But as soon as you started walking to the front of the car, reporters started to launch at Sidney. You stopped near the driver's outside mirror of the car, as Dewey intervened.

“So how does it feel to be almost brutally butchered?” Asks a reporter.

Dewey immediately put himself between the lady and Sidney. “Hey, now leave her alone.” He says as he tries to maintain some distance between the woman and Sid.

“People want to know! People have the right to know!” The news journalist yelled as Sidney hurried off towards campus with Tatum following her.

“Leave her alone.” Dewey continued to interact with the reporter who barely listened to him, even if he was the law.

“How does it feel?” The woman continued.

“She just wants to get an education.” Dewey tired of not being listened to decided to stop being nice and polite for a second. “Turn that thing off.” He said as he pointed towards a cameraman that was recording Sidney from a distance.

Soon the reporters got bored as they realized they weren’t going to get any answers from Sidney and walked away.

You let out a big breath you didn’t know you were holding. You glanced at Dewey who shook his head, probably irritated by all the reporters making his job a lot more difficult than it already is. He took off his sunglasses and brought his hand up to pinch the brim of his nose, as he calmed himself and prepared for another day of interrogating students.

You adjusted your backup on your shoulder and the sudden movement made Dewey look up at you. “Hey.” He said, his demeanor much more relaxed when he saw it was you.

“Hi.” You greeted, a small smile tugging at your lips.

This was the first conversation you had since the night prior. The day had only just started and it had already been pretty eventful. You hadn’t had any time to talk. But the thing is, none of you knows what to talk about with one another. Being apart for almost a year, making it harder to know what was going on in each other's lives.

“Crazy morning, huh?” He asked, awkwardly.

“Pretty eventful, I’d say.” You answered, trying to have a normal and not at all awkward conversation. You just wanted to be able to develop that bond you had.

Dewey closed the door of his vehicle that he was leaning on and turned fully to you. “ I’ll be here today, questioning more students.” He started, “ If you see anything or overhear anything, come find me.”

“Okay.” You agreed. “I’ll be with Sid and Tatum during breaks, we agreed to meet at Tatum’s locker, so we could all be together in case anything happens.” You told him, squinting your eyes as you look up at him.

“It’s going to be okay. You’re in school, and there are police and reporters everywhere, the killer can’t do anything here.” Dewey reassured you, bringing his hand to rest on your shoulder.

His touch burned your skin through the thin cotton of your long sleeve shirt. He is gentle and warm. His eyes make you believe that nothing is going to happen to you.

“I really hope you’re right.” You sigh while nodding. As he just rubs your shoulder. A small act of affection, but that makes your heart flutter.

“I’m always right.” He says goofily. As he lets out a laugh.

You end up snorting. For the first time in almost a year, you both feel completely at ease with each other's presence, like in the old days.

“Yeah, sure you are.” You joke as well.

The bell rings, and it's time to part ways.

You looked towards the high school building. Unknowns to you, Dewey keeps his gaze on you at all times. He takes the small amount of time he has to let his eyes wander all over your face's side profile. He just hasn’t seen you in so long, he didn’t even remember how good it felt to be in your company. You just bring this sense of peace and quiet to him. It relaxes him. He wishes that when this is all over that you’ll be as close as you were one year ago.

“Well, I gotta go.” You look up at Dewey frowning a little.

“Yeah, me too.” He answered, pursing his lips. “I’ll meet you all here to take you home after school.” He says.

“See you then.” You bring your hand to his bicep and give it a squeeze. You walk towards the building, anxiety flooding through your entire body.

“Bye,” Dewey whispered as he watched you go inside the building with a small smile tugging on his lips, as his hand went up to his arm as he touched the same spot yours was just seconds ago.

He puts on his sunglasses once more and hurries off to work. Duty calls.

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[sidgeno-ficrecs]

this delicate place by @ljummen

sidgeno (2019, explicit, 32.8k) **content notes: mental illness, anxiety attacks, depression, trauma and its aftermath

“Are you?” Taylor asks unexpectedly. “Am I what?” Looking up from the stove, Sid finds her watching him with an odd look on her face. “Happy.” It should be an easy question to answer. Sid has escaped back to Canada after a career ending injury. It doesn’t dawn on him exactly how much early retirement has affected him, until Taylor introduces him to a YouTube channel where a firefighter talks about his own struggles with his mental health.

Hey Geno,

I just watched this video and realized that I’ve had several panic attacks over the course of a few months. I had one a few hours ago. I haven’t experienced anything traumatic, but anxiety (I assume, based on your description in this video) has been sneaking up on me. A week ago, I bought two plants, like you suggested in another video. Today’s panic attack was triggered by me noticing that they were dead (the plants, I mean).

I feel stupid for reacting to something so trivial. I haven’t watched that many of your videos, but from what I understood, you actually experienced something bad. So why am I broken for no reason?

this is a hard time of year.

it's dark, it's cold (if you're in the northern hemisphere), and for me at least, it always seems like the post-holiday winter stretch is when bad things happen. it's easy to get lost in your own head and spend hours dwelling on what's gone wrong, or what might go wrong, and get stuck in a negative feedback loop that can be so, so hard to break out of.

i've mentioned before that i don't love fics that diagnose sid (or geno, but it's usually sid) with certain neurodivergencies because in my experience it leads to people talking about him like he actually has x or y and it makes me uncomfortable, but i re-read this fic last night because i've been feeling down recently and i think it deserves a moment in the spotlight.

this story is a very raw, honest look at what it can be like to deal with depression and anxiety, from the perspective of someone who never has before and doesn't know what's going on and needs an extra push to see what's happening and get help.

depression is a lonely, isolating experience, and that's part of what makes it so dangerous. it's so easy to not notice that you're withdrawing and losing yourself until it's almost too much to climb out of, and on top of all that you've lost all motivation to take steps to get better. it's a vicious, evil little trick the brain can play on you, and @ljummen walks us through sidney's experience with it with care, honesty, and compassion.

this fic made me feel seen. it can be hard to read—sid has panic attacks and we as readers experience them right along with him, along with the other symptoms of depression—but if you're in a space where reading about it won't make you feel worse or trigger anything, i really recommend it. we see sid struggle, we see him be in denial of what he's dealing with—what does he have to be depressed over, after all? what trauma does he have to deal with?—and, crucially, we see him turn a corner and start to get better.

i think that's the magic of this story. sid manages to step outside of the black pit he's stuck in long enough to take steps to get help, and he meets someone who knows him and understands what he's going through, and they fall in love despite the obstacles in their way. it's a story about someone whose life isn't going the way they thought it would, but who manages to see that's not necessarily the end of the world, and for me at least reading this story gave me comfort and hope.

yes, it can be dark at times. life can be hard, so hard that it seems easier to just go back to bed and try and wait it out. but you also might meet someone who sees you, and knows you, and is there for you, and who you can see and know and support in return. there's light out there, if you can peek outside the curtain to look for it.

i hope you're all taking care of yourselves. be gentle with your own mind if you've been having a difficult time. reach out to the people who love you—they want to be there for you, even if you're hearing that little voice that says you're just a burden.

and if you're up to it, read this story, which will hopefully provide you a little comfort and escape and hope, like it does for me when i'm having bad days.

read it here on ao3!

and don't forget to leave a comment!

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Saturday, June 3rd

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[you-can-call-me-wanda]

What Have I Done?

Pairing: Sid Vicious x Reader

A/N: You asked for more Sex Pistols and you shall receive

The first time he met you, you had both been drunk.

It was after some gig and every punk in the city seemed to be hanging out, partying and drinking. The night was almost over when he noticed you in the corner of the room with a red plastic cup as your only company. You were attractive, a little blurry, but definitely attractive. So, Sid being Sid (and fairly intoxicated), went up to you to say hello and see if he could get in your pants.

“Hey,” he said, slurring slightly as he sidled up next you. “Whatcha doing all alone over here?”

It was clear immediately what he was up to and clear immediately that you weren’t too interested.

“Piss off,” you mumbled.

Sid was not the first guy to hit on you on that night and you were in a pretty shitty mood after your mates had up and left you all alone to go shoot up or something of the like. Besides, it was clear this idiot had had too much to drink or snort or both.

Now normally Sid would take the hint and move on to someone else, someone more up for going down, but there was something about you that kept him standing beside you. He couldn’t quite place his finger on what it was exactly, but he knew it was having an effect on him.

“You alright?” he asked, shifting tone completely to one of concern. All traces of flirtation left his voice. Something about you wanted him to make sure you were alright. It was a strange feeling, caring for a stranger in that way.

You leaned back against the wall. All the drinks you’d had were catching up with you and you were tired. You rubbed your temples as you felt a headache coming on.

“I’m fine,” you said, not understanding why this guy was still talking to you. You thought you had made it obvious you weren’t interested. “I just need to get back to my flat.”

“Let me walk with you,” Sid said, surprising both of you.

Sid had no idea what he was doing or why. Normally these conversations went one of two ways: go up and shoot your shot, get turned down, and walk away, or go up and shoot your shot then get to fucking. He never asked to escort someone home for fuck’s sake, especially someone who’d just rejected him. What was he doing?

“I’m really not interested,” you said, trying to spell it out for him that you would not be sleeping with him tonight.

“I know,” he responded. “I just think you could use the company.”

His words intrigued you and you regarded the boy in front of you with interest now. He was definitely a bit peculiar. He was dressed in tight leather trousers and a flowy blouse and, most bizarrely, donned a pair of worn-out flip flops on his feet which showed off his brightly painted toenails. Very peculiar indeed, but something about the earnest way he was looking at you made you want to keep talking to him.

“Alright,” you said. “You can walk with me.”

The London streets were dark and almost empty as the two of you made the trek back to your flat. Sid had introduced himself to you by this point and was rambling on about his mates and his mum and David Bowie. You listened half-heartedly, throwing in the occasional comment or nodding. You were more focused on getting home and getting some much-needed sleep.

“This is me,” you said, jabbing a thumb in the direction of your building. “It was nice meeting you Sid.”

“Oh,” he said, looking a little crestfallen at the prospect of you leaving. “It was nice meeting you too.”

“Bye,” you said, turning to walk to your building. Once you reached the front door, you heard him call out to you.

“(Y/N)?”

You turned back to face him with a raised brow.

“Can I see you again sometime?” he asked, looking hopeful.

You gave him a tired smile.

“I’m sure I’ll see you around,” you said, before spinning on your heel and entering the building, leaving Sid standing out on the pavement looking at the now closed door with a frown on his face.

****

He searched for you everywhere. Okay, maybe not everywhere, but it felt like everywhere to Sid. He couldn’t get you off his mind. The way the sides of your mouth had quirked up when he’d said something particularly dumb and the way your jeans had stretched around your thighs left him wanting more of you. He wanted to see you again. He wanted to know you.

And although he had been somewhat hammered that night, he remembered you and your short conversation with him well. Which was why, now, he was scouring the city’s record stores, searching for you. He remembered some offhand comment you had made about working in one and what a drag it could be. You hadn’t said which store you worked in though, which made finding you a difficult task.

It appeared some higher power was on his side though because at the sixth store Sid entered that fateful Sunday, only two days after he’d first met you, you were there.

You were stood behind the counter and took no notice of him as he entered the shop. You were too busy fiddling with the register.

“Hi,” Sid said, feeling a tad intimidated now that he found you. He had spent so much time thinking about when he was going to see you next, he had spent no time preparing for what he would say to you.

Your head snapped up at the sound of his voice. Sid was pleased to see some recognition on your face. He had been worried you wouldn’t remember him.

“Hi,” you said, looking a little confused to see him. “It’s um, Joe, right?” you asked, taking a stab at what the near stranger’s name was.

“Sid,” he corrected.

You winced, feeling bad.

“Sid, right,” you said. “I didn’t expect to see you so soon,” you said, trying to relieve some of the odd tension in the air.

Sid actually looked embarrassed at your words which surprised you a bit. Actually, this whole encounter was surprising. You hadn’t really expected to see him again ever. You had chalked up the other night to a combination of intoxication and Sid just being genuinely weird.

“Well, I had to find you,” Sid admitted, pushing down his nerves and approaching the counter. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Me?” you asked, pointing to your chest. “I can’t believe you even remember me. I thought you were pissed.”

“I was, but I couldn’t forget a face like yours if I wanted to,” Sid said, leaning against the counter with his hip in an attempt to act suave.

“Oh, that’s what this is,” you said, crossing your arms across your chest. He was hitting on you. Again.

“I’m not trying to- well, actually maybe I am,” he said. “I just- would you like to go on a date with me sometime?”

“A date?” At least he wasn’t just trying to get laid. Or maybe he was.

“Yeah,” he said, nodding. “With me.”

“I don’t even know you,” you replied.

“Then get to know me,” he pressed. “You might like me if you give me a chance.”

“I never said I didn’t like you,” you said, softening up. Sid was kind of cute and you remembered taking a liking to his goofy personality the other night.

“Then let me take you to dinner.”

You continued to stare at him blankly.

“It’s just dinner, I swear,” he added. He crossed his fingers across his heart in an ‘x’ motion.

“Fine,” you relented, grabbing a scrap piece of paper, and scribbling your digits down. “Pick me up at eight tonight.”

“Really?” he asked excited. He took the number from you and gazed down at it with a smile.

“Really,” you laughed. “Now let me get back to work. I’ll see you at eight.”

“You won’t be sorry!” he called over his shoulder as he retreated out of the shop, bumping into the door frame on his way out.

Jesus, you thought shaking your head after him. What have I done?

[kimhargreeves]

Sex, Drugs and Rock n Roll-Sid Vicious x Reader x Johnny Rotten

Summary, A/N: Warning!! This entire chapter is a smut more specifically a *coughs* threesome. It is the second time I write something like this and needed some Sex Pistols content since there arent many and I'm currently listening to their stuff again. These punk boys need more love.

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The pub was filled to the brim once more to the sound of heavy punk music. It is 1977 and the punk scene and community has gotten even bigger, every person wanted to show off their own style and go to as many concerts as they could to enjoy the music and get drunk.

I was lucky enough to have met everyone from The Clash and from there on I met the Sex Pistols about a year ago. We didn't talk much since everyone would mostly get themselves high, drunk or have sex with every girl they met after their performance.

Some guys around began throwing bottle of beers against the wall, or throwimg them close to the band making a huge mess around and making the band members even angrier. Soon the place became a mess and everyone was fighting. I huffed out annoyed and rolled my eyes.

Great. Today I wanted to have fun and now some asshole has ruined the fun for me. I decided to leave the place cause if I stayed I know i'd get punched. All these men ever do is fight.

I fixed my clothes and made it out. From the inside I could hear glass shatter and cussing. "And stay out! You're all making a fucking mess!" An older man shouted pushing someone out.

"Fuck off." A man with bright red hairsaid flipping him the finger. I noticed the man and recognized him. The lead singer of the Pistols. Johnny Rotten. The man had a few cuts on his face but he paid no mind to them.

"You alright?" I mutter a bit uninterested and stayed a few steps away from him. He is known to flip out on anyone. The man glared down at me.

"The fuck do you care? Mind your own fucking business." Johnny responded and lit up a cigarette. The doors opened once more and out came the rest of the band.

"Can you believe that twat? That old geezer will pay for kicking our arses out." Steve uttered glaring back at the man inside the pub. Glen and Paul kept things to themselves and I glanced over and looked up at the tall skinny man who minded his own business not caring what others said.

"Whatever let's just head out and get high." Sid muttered with a cigar in his mouth and noticed me staring at him. "What's it to you love? Want to hang out at my apartment and fuck?" He said with a smirk making me blush.

Johnny began to laugh at Sid's comment. "Seriously mate you fuck anything that has two legs. Seems like you won't be getting much out of it." He said pointing at my body since I don't exactly have curves like other girls or anything to capture a guys attention.

I was wearing my white doc martins, black knee high socks, black shortsand black tshirt with a leather jacket. "What would Nancy say about her?" He teased Sid who kept his eyes on me.

"She doesn't have to know. You coming then?" Sid ignored his friend and looked at me again. "I have nothing else to do so why not." I shrugged my shoulder making Sid smirk so he came over and wrapped his arms around me.

"Glen and I will head over to eat. We're starving." Paul said so they both left the three of us alone. Johnny looked annoyed that Sid was bringing me over to their place so I stayed silent and we went to their place.

It wasn't the most cleanest place to say the least, there was just enough food for the both of them, some instrumenys laying around with newspapers and clothes scattered around the floor with two matresses near a window. The curtains were even slightly torn and not to mention there were many empty bottles too.

"Have we fucked before?" That took me off guard when Johnnt suddenly asked me that.

"No.." I answered him and watched him take off his boots. "I swear I met someone who looked kinds like you..no wait! You're that girl we met about a year ago. I was so bloody high I couldn't even stand up." He laughed at the memory.

"Yeah you kept insulting me that I was just another whore trying to sleep with the band, so you almost threw a bottle at my face." I blunty tell him and watched his smoking again when Sid came along doing the same.

"Things happen love." He replid shrugging his shoulders and blowing out smoke. Sure he was an asshole to me and has always been one from the start but I can't help but feel attracted to him. Sid came over to my side and I blushed when I felt his hand on my thigh. The room was soon filled with the familiar smell of smoke and alcohol, not to mention the sky was getting slightly darker since it began to get cloudy and soon it started to rain.

"No need to be nervous." Sid chuckled seeing my nervous expression when I felt him kissing my neck. "Here I'll bring you something to drink." He said standing up and leaving to bring some more drinks.

Johnny glanced over to me and pushed me against the matress. "Even though i've been in ass to you, I can't help but want you too. Sid can have any girl on his feet but you are different, you stood up to me back then..how about we have some fun before Sid gets back?" My eyes widened s bit but I couldn't help but blush almost the same shade of his hair color when Johnny leaned down and pressed his lips against mine.

He moved his kisses down to my neck and my heart went faster when I felt him pressing against my leg. Johnny continued his way down and shrugged my leather jacket off and took my shirt off leaving my upper body exposed. I moaned when I felt his lips licking and sucking my nipples, i gripped the sheets under me and felt him continue.

I felt myself getting needier down there and an ache. As if he read my mind he smirked and made him way lower and unbottoned my shorts and pulled them down slowly with my underwear. I bit my lip and gasped when I felt cold and saw him licking his lips.

"Didn't take ya long enough to get wet." He chuckles staring up with his blue eyes. I flinched and moaned when I felt his fingers playing with me but a second later he attached his mouth to me.

"Ahh f-fuck." I screamed and looked down. Johnny's tounge began to dive deeper into me and felt vibration when he moaned against me and used one of his hands to rub me. I moaned loudly and grabbed his bright hair tight. He didn't stop. He kept going and spreading my lips apart to lick every spot he could.

"The bloody hell is happening?" Sid suddenly appeared and stared at the scene before him. He wasn't completely fazed by it. "Thought you both dick heads hated each other." He boredly said still smoking.

"Not anymore, Vicious." Johnny replied winking at me and cleaned his chin from my fluids. "Want to join?" He asked with a smirk. Sid scoffed and threw the fag and took his jacket off and the rest of his clothes. Johnny did the same and now we were all completely naked.

This is not how I planned my weekened. Meeting up with the Sex Pistols again was uncalled for and now here I am with their vocalist and bass player.

My face grew red since I haven't done this before and never expected my first time to be a threesome. Oh, well. In these times nothing matters and I want to live life. Sid and I are the same age and Johnny is a year older.

They have lived their punk lives to the fullest and know what they are doing. Johnny knelt down to where he was first and spreaded my legs and continued to rub me in circles making me moan and bite my lip.

Sid knelt over close to my face and began stroking himself. Without warning me John grabbed his member and slid himself inside of me. I closed my eyes shut and cursed st him for not telling me anything. Sid held my chin so I would look up at him and opened my mouth when I knew what he meant.

Johnny held my hips tight and thrusted into me harder each time making me moan against Sid's member, with one hand I stroked what couldn't fit and heard his curse when I did and he continued thrusting into my mouth and playing with my breasts.

"Fuck!" I cried out and whined when I looked down and saw Johnny going in and out of me at a fast pace and and with one hand he rubbed my clit and thrusted his fingers in. I held onto the sheets beneath me and I was sure the neighbors could hear us despite the heavy rain outside.

I came undone and fell onto the mattress and felt Johnny continue until he placed his arms between my head. I scratched his back and moaned again. Johnny cursed to himself and thrusted in and out and hit me up one last time and I felt something warm. We both stopped and I blushed when he leaned down and kissed me, I winced when he thrusted again and pulled out. "You made such a mess love." He laughed cleaning his chest and spreaded my legs and felt his cum dripping out of me.

"Make sure to keep it quiet you kids." Johnny teased walking into the bathroom leaving me and Sid now. Sid grabbed my neck tight and kissed me sloppily, "Turn around love." I bit my lip and did as told.

My face was resting against the bed and I felt Sid smack my behind and spreading my juices with his dick. My mouth fell dry that I couldn't even moan. I spreaded me and felt him enter me and he held my hips tight, which were sure to be bruised too. Sid held tightly to me and thrusted into me fast, i felt myself cry when he reached over and rubbed me and with his other hand gripped my hair tight.

I blushed and felt myself get dirty. What would Nancy say if she knew about this. Few minutes went by and felt my lower back hurt and my jaw since Johnny came back for a round two and gripped my hair tight so I tried not to choke.

"I'm gonna cum!" I cried again and felt Sid going faster and so did Johnny. One..two..three! I closed my eyes shut and felt warm again inside me. Sid and Johnny moaned. Johnny slowly peeled himself from me leaving a string of his cum to my mouth. I wiped it off and sucked every drop of him.

"Such a good dirty girl." He smirked resting his hands on my cheeks and kissing my lips. Sid pulled himself out of me and fell down the mattress and lit up a cigarette again.

"This was better than what I had with those fuckin groupies." He sighed. I tiredly rested my head on the pillow and felt my entire body ache.

"Rest now love. You'll gonna need it." Johnny winked and drapped a warm blanket on top of me and rested his head next to mine. I smiled to myself and turned over to hug him and rest my head on his chest.

Sid smirked looking at the scene and continued to smoke while reading the newspaper. Rain could still be heard and even though I enjoyed this a lot..I hope no one outside of our circle hears about this.

[songbyrd15]

Is anyone writing for the Pistol fx series??? Anyone???

[s1ater]

cherry pie.

pairings. louis partridge x fem!reader

summary. reader never would have thought about getting high until she seems to have lost all her morals in one night with a boy she had never met before.

warnings. swearing, underage drinking and smoking

ricky rocks. YALL PLEASEEE bare with me. you can probably tell this is an older story because of the format, but just disregard the first half, i know it’s the lower end of my writing. it kinda gets better 😬 (edit: this story is so mid, i’m just trying to clear my drafts)

the room danced with colors, so many colors and shades you seemed to have never seen before. unfamiliar with their cause and purpose, unsure why you couldn’t touch them; it frightened you with the way they moved around, the way they twirled around your head like little ballerinas.

you swallowed, dropping your head back against the grungy brown couch sat in the corner of one of the back rooms of connor’s house, a boy you found yourself calling on day after day for the past two months for fun, and by fun you meant sex.

but tonight, you hadn’t seen the boy for what you could count as hours. there were other things on his mind rather than a high off their ass you. other pretty girls with less clothing on their bodies and longer hair that was paid more attention to than your own.

you couldn’t care less at that point in time as you felt so deep in a haze, nothing could pull your attention. nothing, until the seat next to you sunk in from the pressure of bodyweight and another high body, seeing the same things you were seeing, feeling the same things you were feeling. 

he just had it more under control. 

“you going to stare at the ceiling all day, love?”

you rolled your head to meet the eyes of a crazed blonde with matching brown eyes. delight swirled in his irises while he looked at you with also dazed eyes, almost ceased shut from swelling of the high. you looked amazed right back at him despite sober you would have been disturbed, never seeing a person so out of their mind.

“who are you?” you stared at him, shocked. 

“your new boyfriend,” he wiggled his eyebrows, jumping and readjusting himself up against you, his arm now slinging up and over you shoulders. a new kind of energy swelling through his chest, “i say we go on a date.”

he stared in front of him focused full hearty, as if visualizing something at that moment. you squinted, looking to where he was looking as if trying to see what he was seeing, but not enough weed could put you on his level. 

“i say, we leave right now, get some pie, maybe some coke. whatever you like sweetheart, i’ll give it to ya.” “I think your sweetheart wants some space, jake,” your eyes looked from the boy who sat next to you, jake, to the boy who now stood before the two of you, an unimpressed look on his face. his arm reached out to jake, practically yanking him from your side. “alright pal, let’s go for a walk.”

you watched jake stumble into him, “but louis, she’s pretty.”

louis glanced back over his shoulder as he begun to pull jake away from the couch and toward the door, now really coming to your attention. his eyes raked you up and down before smirking a little bit, nodding to himself, “sure man, she is.” 

he begun to walk away with jake wrapped around his shoulder before you got up fast almost tripping over your feet, not wanting them to go, “wait, i want a pie.” 

he looked back at you and your disoriented self. your shoulders were slung low, making you smaller than you actually were. your hair was all staticky, hanging above your head like a crown, and your eyes; dilated and filled with innocence.

he smirked, looking you up one more time before nodding you over, cuing you to follow after him, his arm still holding jake to his toes.

the boy’s car was blue. louis’ car was blue. it was one of those old, nice, restored cars that must have been worth thousands. the interior had light brown leather seating that made noise every time you shifted and readjusted yourself due to the old springs lying beneath. it made you giggle as you sat next to him in the front seat, jake lying in the back due to him not being just high, but rather cross faded. louis had apparently found him completely plastered out of his mind once he had first arrived at the party, leading him to hand jake a blunt to finalize his out-this-world experience. it wasn’t smart, but it kept louis entertained to say the least.

louis had glanced at you multiple times as he drove through the silent streets. he seemed eager or maybe even a little irritated as he watched you bounce around, lacking the ability to sit still as your eyes darted everywhere, from street lights to stop signs to anything that’d fully occupied your vision.

“have you ever been high before?” he asked, stopped at a stop light with red lights shading upon both your faces.

“nope,” your eyes wandered across the ceiling of his car. you ran your fingers along the soft carpeted interior—strange, but very stimulating and soft—making you feel all fuzzy inside of satisfaction. “louis, i love you car.”

he chuckles lowly, directing his eyes back to the road, “a lot of people do,” his lips were turned upwards into a slight smirk. it made the fuzzy feeling in your stomach turn warm as there was something very satisfying about just the way he looked. “we’re here.”

your eyes flick to the front of you where your visions bursts with neon lights beaming from the large “diner” sign pinned against the small vintage looking building. you're quick to slip out of the car to the euphoric sight.

“y/n!"

you stopped in your tracks at the sound of your name, glancing over your shoulder where your eyes immediately find a group of boys congregating together with one single boy appointed to attention to you. 

louis. 

"hold on. give me a minute, guys," you watch louis from five feet away, brush his friends off despite the yearning looks of amusement on all of their faces, looking between the both of you. he’s far from bothered or just doesn’t notice; brushing them off before meeting you to where you stood.

it was a wednesday after school. the sweet sound of louis’ voice and sight of his captivating face was the last thing you thought you’d come across. it must’ve been a mutual feeling with the way he looked you up and down, all winded looking. 

"you're a hard person to find."

"you've been looking for me?"

"of course," he has a cigarette in his mouth.

"I almost didn't think you were real."

"of course i'm real, sweetheart," he grins harder at you. "that fucked up, were you?"

you snort. if not being able to remember half of what took place that night counted for being fucked up, you took the trophy.

"well, alright. i'll take that as you had a pretty good night."

"one of the best."

“good,” he grins, “that’s a rare occasion for girls like you.”

“girls like me?” you scoff, arching a brow. his sentence could easily be something taken for offence, but the lighthearted tone to his voice only proved he was looking to mess with you. 

“yes,” he laughs with you. “usually drinking is the only thing you’d catch a teenage girl doing for non-sober purposes.” 

you nod, agreeing, because he wasn’t wrong, “i’ve had a fair amount of experience with alcohol and let me just say, i’ll be steering clear of that for a while.” 

“ah,” he tips forward on his feet in amusement. “i could’ve guessed you’re a wild one with your liquor, y/l/n. make some questionable choices.” 

you feel your face heat up in thought, “i won’t say you’re wrong.” 

louis lets out a small huff of laughter, before pausing all movement. he stares at you for a moment with narrow brows, as if trying his best to read you, “you ever wanna smoke with me, just let me know, alright?” he patted your back before suddenly walking past and away from you. your back was to him now but you could hear pat pat pat of his feet in the grass.

you frown, your eyes finding the cracks of the sidewalk as you think of how brief and unusual that was. you feel a large hole in your chest of unfulfillment. 

“louis, wait,” you shifted around rather quickly as a reality hit you, but you didn’t make any moves to chase after him. he turned as well as if waiting for it. “you uh, you didn’t tell connor i was with you guys, did you?”

yikes.

that’s not what he wanted to hear. 

louis pinched the bud of his cigarette, nodding to himself, thinking contently to his answer before exhaling, a thick cloud of white swirling out into the air before your eyes. you feel dazed, still high from the days before, filled with such naïve joy and lost thoughts of things you couldn’t remember now.

he threw his cigarette on the ground, eyes meeting yours again, only they were hard now and filled with no light heartedness like all times before. and his voice wasn’t soft or full of amusement either but dry as he stared you dead in the eyes, “why, he your boyfriend?”

your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, your eyes not meeting his for a while until after you thought about your answer. and it was an easy answer, no, but it was never something you’d ever consider a question. 

“no, no he’s not.”

“you sure about that?”

“not my type,” you smile slightly, examining louis’ pale cheekbones and facial features, the cold of the weather turning his complexion slowly red. your eyes drag to reach his red chapped lips.

him, he was your type. 

“enough of your type for you to fuck him,” he gave you a pointed look as if he had caught you in the act of something, and almost immediately your cheeks burned, like you were caught for something you knew you shouldn’t have been doing. 

you didn't understand why or how he knew. louis was someone you didn't know at all and what you and connor did was something you didn't tell anyone.

"you're surprised?"

"yes."

"why do you care what he knows, let alone fuck him?" he doesn't say anything more on how he knows like you hoped he would. "if he's not your type?"

you bite into your bottom lip, wincing because you didn't know the answer to it, "I don't."

"but you do," he slightly smiles but it's only out of annoyance as his voice catches up to cut you off on your lie. "I think you do, y/n. and you just don't want him to know we kissed."

"your mouth tastes like cherry."

"so does yours."

fuck.

"no, louis..." you wince, immediately regretting stopping him. "that's not what I meant. he doesn't mean anything to me."

he scoffs, "funny."

he doesn't believe you. not even close.

"you know he has label on you."

"a what?" you frown immediately, taking a step forward out of instinct.

“i’m a fool to think you’d ever stop liking him,” he holds his face, running his fingers along the sharp lines of his jawbone as he thinks about his idiotic hope that’d you so fastly fall for him as you did with connor. “foolish to think you’d drop him over one night.”

you’re even more confused now, “it was one night, louis.”

“you act like there isn’t the possibility that i’ve known you even before that night, y/n,” he has a smile that comes on his face but it isn’t something genuine. it’s annoyed. “your jerkoff of a boyfriend isn’t as secretive about you as you think.”

“he’s not my boyfriend.”

he scoffs, “you keep saying that.”

“because it’s true.”

“do you know what he says about you?”

“obviously not, louis,” four steps forward, four steps closer. “you keep speaking of ‘labels’ and whatever, but why don’t you just say it. what does he say about me that is so crazy?”

he didn’t expect the sudden brief and assertiveness you pull with your movement and words. it knocks him into a slight revelation as all he can do is stare at you and breathing, memorizing this side of you. 

“did he say i was a whore?” that was the only possible thing that you could think of at that moment that could be so bad. “he tell you i was a slut?”

it’s silent. you watch him think and the way he unintentionally avoids your hard stare with the thought process.

“ask him yourself.”

**

“has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes.”

you feel your face burn upon the comment. everything in your body felt as if was about to burst upon the simple company of louis. even though it had to of been hours since connor’s house, and the diner, and even dropping jake off at his own home, you still felt out of your mind in the best way possible. all of your sense were still high, but your vision was fuzzy and you felt lag in your movement.

how were you still high?

“you have,” you felt yourself giggle, to which he smiles with a tip of his head, watching you.

“cute,” his fingers rubbed against his mouth in thought before reaching to you. you felt yourself inhale sharply at his sudden movement and hold your breath once they reached their destination; raking through your hair. “how does he do that to you?”

“what?”

“nothing,” he shook his head, still twisting his fingers through soft strands of your hair. you feel yourself relax, watching him and the way he seemed so focused on just you. “you’re just very pretty, y/n.”

you feel your eyes slightly widen, but his face doesn’t shift at all. he’s calm, while you feel your entire body burst once more into heat. you’re itching to move, you can’t just sit still in that burning warmth beneath his stare. you feel yourself move, leaning forward on your knees so your lips meet louis’.

louis smiles against the pressure of your lips against his--he almost forgets to kiss you back because of it. 

almost. 

his hands rack up and down the front of your body, lightly pressing into the hold he had around your rib cage, as if willing to crush you beneath his grasp as long as that meant you wouldn’t leave. this contact isn’t enough even for you. you want to feel him all over and the heavy hands holding your body isn’t enough. 

you’re on his lap now, one of your hands holding the top of his shoulder while the other claps his cheek. louis feels as if his own body is about to burst beneath you... this is all he has wanted, for a while, and now that he’s got it, he feels it’ll destroy him. you’re ignorant to his feelings, but you feel just as feverish with your heart thump-thumping within your chest, as if speaking to his. 

“your mouth tastes like cherry,” your chest is heaving up and down as you pull away, your wide stare boring into his own eyes with something of delirium. 

he’s smiling wide, tipping his head back against his seat to see your face better, “so does yours.” 

now you smile, “i like you louis.”

he almost groans, rolling his head side to side at the sound of those precious words, “you’re killing me,” he pulls the sentence straight out of his mouth like it was sarcastic, but he meant it, “say it again,” he wanted it. 

“i like you,” you repeat, this time his hand is on your cheek. “please kiss me.” 

oh, jeez. 

he stares, breathless, “okay.” 

***

it was a week after your fallout with louis and you couldn’t think about anything other than that. you felt a sudden emptiness and need for something that you barely even had; louis. 

every little micro interaction you had with him ran through your mind like a record, over and over till you felt you were going to throw yourself off a cliff. and it wasn’t just the connor comment--which was something you really, really couldn’t stop thinking about--but the seemingly quick liking he had taken to you. 

it had caught you off guard, but the more you thought about it, the more curious you became as to the whole thing; which was what led you here; connor’s house, on a friday night where he was once again throwing. 

“what have you been saying about me?” you stood in front of him, connor, your vision narrowed as you stared at him, examining him as if his whole existence was strange. 

“what?” his confusion was genuine as this question was rather abrupt and you made no attempt to make introductions. 

“you know louis partridge?” 

connor looks between you and the people he currently stood with, confusion still reeking his features, “yes..?”

“what have you been telling him about me?”

“you want to talk about this somewhere else?” 

“i want a straight answer,” you feel his hand wrap around your bicep, pulling you away from his crowd without an answer from you. 

“which i can give you if you weren’t so vague... why are you talking to partridge?” 

“you got a problem?”

the two of you are stopped in front of a boy; jake. 

“no, man, i think we’re good,” connor pays him no mind, side stepping him fast with you still in grip, continuing to interrogate you. you ignore connor, watching jake the whole way you’re being pulled while he watches you. you feel as if the boy isn’t real, like he was someone you had made up when you were high, but there he was, staring just as shocked, but equally skeptical as you were pulled further and further from him. 

“are you listening to me, y/n?”

“what?” 

“i asked you what you were on about?” you’re now in an empty corner, secluded away from the rest of the party. “haven’t seen you in days and you’re on a tangent about a boy you barely know, what’s going on?”

you finally focus on him, barely processing the words he was putting in your ears, but you didn’t have to in order to hear the fake sympathy and concern. 

“how do you know louis?”

he shurgs, “see him every time i throw. gotta get to know my usuals.” 

“yeah, and how well have you gotten to know him?”

he shakes his head, feeling attacked, “why?”

“because i think it’s my right to know what you’ve been saying about me to him and whoever else,” the seal of your calmness breaks as you extend an arm out, ready to scold him for anything he was about to say. 

his expression drops in return, knowing any attempt to make you calm and make the situation subtle was out of his hands. connor knew you well enough to know you were too far into your frustration to calm you down. 

“what’re you talking about?”

but that didn’t mean he had to comply. 

“your new choice in men is obviously not working out for you. even they know i’m the best you’ll ever have.” 

“what?” your head drops forward, taken aback at the sudden escalation connor had taken to his approach in words. “what the fuck are you on about?” 

he smirks, pushing the red solo cup he had up to his lips, glancing around before looking back down to you, “why else do you think he lied to you about whatever it is you’re asking?”

“i can’t believe this,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, “pull yourself out of that goddamn lie before you make yourself look even more like a fool. what have you been saying about me?”

“i find it best you don’t lie about this one, mate. you have an audience of witnesses,” there’s a hand on your back and a voice intervening. 

the two of you focus to louis who suddenly stands behind you, daring connor to push it. the boy looks confounded looking between you, louis, and the crowd of boys behind him. he doesn’t know what to do within the corner he had backed himself into. 

“whatever, this is my own fucking party. i don’t need to do shit,” he shoves past all of you. you all watch him storm away, not looking back, leaving you all to yourselves in the dust. 

“let’s talk,” louis says immediately the moment you look up to him, nodding off in a random direction. 

you slowly nod, following him. 

“i didn’t think you’d actually ask him.” 

a laugh gets caught in the back of your throat, shaking your head at the ignorance as he opens the passenger door to his car for you, “yeah?”

“yeah,” he slides into his own side of the car. “but then again, what would i know about you?”

“a lot, apparently. more than i would guess,” you lean your head against the palm of your hand, staring at him carefully. “you gonna tell me what he said now?”

louis looks hesitant, not even looking at you anymore as he thinks on how to answer. he doesn’t want to answer, it’s that simple, but he owes it to you to give you something sense he was the one who told you in the first place. 

“when i met connor, he talked about you a lot. a lot for someone i barely saw. it was like every party he had something new to say or nothing new at all. as long as it was you he was talking about,” he smiles to himself, thinking of all the bragging and praising he had put into you, all for connor to just... “you were like a prize to him, y/n--until you weren’t. he called you easy, but you were his. he said he could walk you like a dog because he was the only guy you thought of.” 

you feel rage and annoyance fume in the base of your chest as he speaks. he can see it form in your eyes, take over any look of calmness or subtlety from before. you make a move to push yourself back and out the door but louis is quick to grab your arm, pulling you right back to him, only closer. 

“hold on there, cowgirl,” your almost in his lap. “you’re better than that.”

“am i?” you’re squirming, almost pulling from the grasp his grasp if it weren’t for how warm he made you feel.

“yeah,” he’s smiling at you. “why waste any more of your time with him anyways when you could just be here with me?”

you couldn’t help but fall victim to the pulling sensation on your lips to smile at him. you feel that fuzzy feeling creep up into your stomach at his stare like the first time you were both alone in his car and suddenly all your anger at connor melts away.

“only if you offer me cherry pie.”

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[undinegeist]

It’s summer, warm, and we spend all our days by the pool; in a villa in a cow-riddled village, affordable because my so-called father is friends with the professor, a cultured one, cultured enough to not judge us, two gutter punks straight out of hell, Sid not that much more than me by then, between the lack of food and excess of drugs.

They take care of us like family; drag us out of our beds to the beach no matter how late our nights were, their son, only slightly younger than us, starts teaching Sid more songs on the guitar, actually succeeding through patience and endurance alone…we have breakfast, lunch, dinner, unheard of for us, used to only one meal a day, two if we got lucky.

Sid starts thickening up, less than total stick, and so do I; we tan, become normal, gradually, until we’re helping around the house, picking fruit, working through mail, earning our keep until we don’t pay at all…we share a bed, and it’s not weird, never weird.

His hair is longer, less spiky, mine’s bleached where I haven’t dyed it, the true color showing as it grows out, down to my shoulders…

We’re in bed one morning, when I wake to him playing with it…winding it around his finger, fingertips brushing over my skin, distracting.

“I like it now that it’s long,” his voice is a whisper, he knows I’m awake.

I stroke his arm, relax into him. “I like yours, too.”

“Would it be so bad for us to become…normal?”

“It doesn’t matter what we are anymore…no one’s watching.”

“I think sometimes I wish they were…but then I remember how hard it was to keep up the front, to…to pretend I hated everyone when mostly I just hated what we were. I don’t hate anything here, they care about us. I’ve never…outside of you and maybe Johnny, I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone care before.”

“It never felt like enough for me either. It isn’t enough for people to care…they have to care the right way, to really love you…it’s fucked, I don’t know how we got it right.”

“It’s because we’ve always loved each other.”

“I don’t know that I loved you the night we met.”

“That’s okay, I can’t even remember the night we met…”

We laugh, hold each other, and it feels so nice, impossibly nice.

“How did we meet?“

It was raining, it was summer.

“I was in London because I had nothing better to do…there was a play on at this place by the river, but the rain caught me on the way, under the awning of a pub…you were there, cursing, I had no idea why, except you were wetter than me…it could have ended there, I was thinking of just going the rest of the way, but you grabbed my arm, said I was gonna fry.”

“You said you didn’t care…that you liked to fuck with lightning. That’s when I knew you were my kind of person…”

“That, and I spent all night watching Nancy try to fuck Johnny for your sake…”

He laughs, though I’d been scared to mention her. “She did, didn’t she? I’d kind of forgot that…”

“Doesn’t it bother you?”

He shrugs. “No…I would have slept with you then if I could.”

“Why didn’t you try?”

“Try what?”

“To sleep with me.”

“I don’t know…I thought about it, but it was cold and raining too much and it was nice to just hold you. Besides…I thought you’d say no.”

“I might have said yes.”

“Just to get out of wet clothes?”

“Among other things.”

“Such as?”

“I liked your chest.”

“Do you like it now?” His voice is quieter; he shrinks, trying for invisibility, but I see him too well.

“I’ll always like it.” I hate the look in his eyes more than anything, more than I could ever hate the things we did to ourselves.

“I messed it all up.”

“Have you seen my arms?”

“Yeah, but that’s…that’s different. Yours are pretty, yours are fading. Mine will be branded forever, I won’t be able to take my shirt off anywhere that isn’t here…”

“Fuck what anyone thinks, Sid. Fuck them. We’ve let them lead us by the nose too long…it’s our turn now, to do whatever we want to, even if it makes them uncomfortable, because it makes them uncomfortable…this time, we do it for ourselves. Not for McLaren or anybody else.” I run my fingers over them, faint white lines. “I like them.”

“You couldn’t possibly.”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“No.” He doesn’t hesitate; it makes me feel strange, even if it’s true.

“Then trust me.”

He nods, bites his lip, hugs me.

I pull back, and somehow I’m kissing the scars on his chest, until I’m biting his neck, the two of us wrestling all over the bed until our clothes are gone, barely anything…it happens so fast, so easy, I can barely believe he gets me off, a mixture of penetration and fingers, our bodies getting stickier…we come almost at once, he takes me the rest of the way, wraps an arm around me, rests his cheek over my head, my fingers around his dick.

“We need to get, you know…rubbers. If…if we ever go all the way.”

I resist the urge to roll my eyes, turn it into a reason to kiss him, rolling all the way over…he gets hard, right away, again; we’re still naked, will always be naked, I squeeze to finish him off…he slips his fingers inside me, asks if it’s good, though he knows how to do it, doesn’t have to.

We lie there, messy, fingers sticky with each other, his cheek resting on my chest…it feels the way it did when I sat with him in the hospital, back when we hadn’t been close…I’d never touch people, not even when I wanted to; it felt strange, unusual, threatening. But it was different with him from the first…the night we met we ended up at a booth, and he was so open and innocent, it wasn’t strange…I knew I could trust him, finally, finally knew there was someone out there I could trust enough to touch without fearing rejection. And now, we had forever.

[itsgaga]

Dating Johnny Lydon/Rotten Would Include...

a/n: hi, you should appreciate johnny and the sex pistols. ok thanks.

Johnny as a boyfriend...

Is not what you thought it would be

Ok so first off meeting out of the blue

Like you were walking downtown in the city maybe stopping at a street store and when you started walking you weren’t really paying attention

You didn’t start to pay attention until you heard an “excuse me miss” you looked up to your eyes meeting his eyes 

You apologized thinking you were in his way when he told you weren’t and he had just wanted to talk to you

He was pretty blunt and just straightforwardly asked you out

Now dating, 

You’ve seen him in interviews 

You saw how he was portrayed

But he wasn’t like that with you

He was genuinely sweet and kind hearted 

With a witty sense of humour 

And he is always playing around 

Like you ask what he thinks of a outfit 

And he’ll say how hideous it is 

Just will go on and on about it

But the second he is done messing with you he’ll grab you and hold you while saying how beautiful you are

He.Will.Not.Let.Anyone.See.That.Side.Of.Him.

Meaning affection really only happens behind closed doors

Except for him occasionally holding your hand

John

Johnny

Dude

He fell hard

His heart is so open for you and only you

Like he sees no other woman 

A girl could throw themselves onto him

Won’t even act like she’s there

She doesn’t deserve/need his time

When he is completely devoted to you

John is a hard head

Is very stubborn 

So for a while it was really frustrating trying to express your feelings on a topic because he would also express his feelings about the same topic and would not stop until you hear all of what he has to say

As time went on though he realized what he was doing and would let you express your opinions without adding his own

THE MOST NON JUDGEMENTAL PERSON YOU HAVE EVER MET

Like ma’am tell him you did the most weird or fucked up thing you can think of and there will not be a single ounce of judgement on his face or in his eyes 

If he judges you then you’ll turn away from telling him your secrets or your feelings 

At least that’s how he sees it

Protective

No man will treat you poorly while you’re with him

Not even just a man 

Women

Anyone

Any person

The second he hears a negative comment come out of someones mouth and it’s about you?

Ah man

No.

They’re done for

Words just start spitting out

Jealous???

Not really...

Like everyone has their moments 

But John really doesn’t get jealous 

He has enough trust in you and knows that if any guy hits on you then you will come and tell him

If anyone does hit on you it’s kind of a “are you fucking stupid” type of thought that comes to his mind

Bc you’re with him 

You wouldn’t just leave him 

He is sure of it.

You are 100% his whole world

Like you are the source of his happiness

You literally are his happiness

He is constantly wondering how the hell he got a girl like you

And where the hell you came from

Bc no person on this planet is like you

Like you have this breath of fresh air about you

Everyone sees that about you

It’s something about you that John just can’t seem to figure out

And trust me he really has tried hard

Seriously you are always on his mind

Even when he focused on something else the thought of you is still back there 

Girl the looks you got when you said you were dating him

Like “i’m dating johnny lydon” everybody just stopped

Gave you this look like “what did you just say”

It’s really all because of his reputation 

And people who haven’t seen you two together kind of try to push you away

But dear the type of relationship and love you two share isn’t something you just find 

Like it comes to you

And it’s so rare

It’s like you two were made for each other

And completed one another.

[munsonsamoureuse]

Young Love.

Young Love. 

Billy Hargrove x Hopper!Reader beginning and Eddie Munson x Hopper!Reader ending 

Word Count: around 2250

Trigger warning: Smoking, Drugs, Death, drugs, and all the Normal Stranger things stuff.

POV: You, Hopper’s first born daughter, dated Billy and after the incident you thought you’d never find love again, until a certain Dungeon Master came along.   

‘Billy Hargrove what will I ever do with you?”  You felt his chest vibrate as you both laughed. You  laid on his chest in the back seat of his pretty blue car as you both shared a cigarette. You had started dating just a week or two after he moved to Hawkins, he'd begged you to go to the halloween party with him, and you two had been together ever since. You’d dressed as Sid Vicious and Nancy, both head over heels before the night even ended. 

You had both just gotten off your shift at the pool. 

Moments like this you wouldn't trade for the world. Billy may have been an absolute ass to everyone else in Hawkins but he was so different around you. You understood some of his resentment towards Hawkins, he hated it here. He missed his mom and California where he grew up. He missed when his dad didn't treat him so badly. He wanted to be a better older brother to Max but he couldn't figure out how. He'd spent so much time playing the ass now he just didn't know how he could get people to stop looking at him that way. 

In some ways you got that. You missed your mom too. When she left your dad after Sarah’s death your dad kinda went off the rails. Then he seemed to almost pull it all together when he got Eleven, or Jane now you guess. You liked her, don't get me wrong, you just wished Hopper was that kind of dad to you too. 

You both had an estranged relationship from years of him busting his ass at the station and not having quite enough time for you no matter how hard he tried to make as much as he could. Then El came along and he seemed to have all the time in the world for her. Maybe it makes you a bit more distant than you wanted to be. 

So when Billy came along, a bad boy with an attitude and a dark past kinda like yourself, you couldn't help but fall for him and his stupid grin. Maybe you liked the idea that two halves make a whole, or that in some way you hoped you two could fix each other, but what you definitely knew was you liked having someone who understood you.

You and Billy were just two kids in love.

That is until the mind flayer possessed Billy, had him attack both your sisters and their friends, had him almost attempt to kill you, almost hit you and Nancy with his car, and now as he was about to sacrifice El to the mind flayer, though she was putting up a good fight as always. Throwing herself away from him as they battled on.

Your blood ran cold as you stepped between him El grabbing Billy’s face as he once again tried to get to your sister, who now laid on the ground behind you.  

“Billy Stop Please. Billy, it's me.” Your frantic voice cracked as you tried to snap him out of it. You could hear Steve and the boys screaming at you. 

You held him as tight as you could even as he gritted his teeth, his hand raised to push you off of him all you could do was brace for the impact, but just before he went to strike you something in his eyes changed. 

“Baby?” His voice shook as he looked at you. You smiled as suddenly the mind flayer shrieked behind you both. Billy maneuvered you behind him as he turned to face the beast. 

“You all need to get out of here.” he yelled, when suddenly something shot out of the mind flayers mouth. Billy grabbed it, letting out a heart dropping scream. You hit the floor backing yourself up as arm like tentacles with teeth shot out and grabbed Billy’s sides. 

You watched in horror as the arms lifted Billy into the air, tears now running down your face as the mind flayer stabbed your love straight through the chest. 

You heard Max scream his name. This couldnt be fucking happening. The mind flayer dropped him and you crawled over to Billy and held his face. He looked up with you and flashed you that stupid grin of his. 

“I love you.” He coughed out, the pain on his face scared you the most. One of the toughest men you'd ever known was now covered in blood laying on the ground in front of you. You Kissed his cheek as you put your forehead to his, you’d never felt so helpless in your life. 

“Billy, I love you so much...” You cried. You heard the mind flayer hit the ground behind you. “Billy please. I can't do this without you.” Tears ran down your face as you held him. 

Max came running over to you both grabbing Billy’s shoulder. 

“Billy get up. Billy please get up.” She cried as he turned his attention to her. 

“I’m sorry..’ he whispered to her before he let out a final exhausted  breath. El grabbed you as you fell back. Tears continuously flowed down your cheeks as your sister held you, watching as Max frantically tried to wake Billy up. 

“Billy wake up. Billy get up. Please. Please!” Her voice shook. 

“Billy. Billy.”  She looked up at you and El as her tears finally broke free. You grabbed her and you both held the poor girl as she sobbed. 

Lucus, El, Robin, and Steve dragged you and Max out of the mall as it caught fire behind you. Neither of you was able to tear yourself away from it as the fire burned, knowing you left him behind. 

Three month after the incident you sat outside the Byer’s house as they packed their things. You leaned against Billy’s old car, a gift from his dad with the excuse he couldn't look at it without it reminding him of Billy and how he wanted you to have something you could always remember him by, even though he had already let you take some of Billy’s clothes and his leather jacket after the funeral. You could hear Lucas and Max singing from where you stood. 

Eleven was going with the Byers. Moving to some small town in California. You were staying behind. Hopper had left you the cabin and  with everything that just happened you weren't sure you wanted to leave it behind just yet. 

You hugged your sister goodbye with the promise you'd see her again soon. You hugged Joyce, thanking her for taking care of El for you. Telling her how good you think it'll be for her to get out of here, that Hopper would want this for her. You hugged Will and ruffled the hair on his head. You even gave Jonthan a hug goodbye. 

You watched as they drove away. Holding Max and Lucas as they also watched their friend leave. As the kids rode off on their bikes you sat in the drivers seat of Billy’s car. You looked at the letter from your dad and you cried. The memories of you and him flashing before your eyes. The memories of you and Billy running through your mind. 

God you hated goodbyes. 

SIX MONTHS LATER

You’d spent the first few months getting the cabin fixed up. Steve and Robin had helped you fix the roof and the gang even helped you spruce the place up with some new decor. Photos of the boys and El now littered the wall. Joyce had even left you some odd pieces of furniture here and there from their move which helped make the place feel more homey. 

You'd graduated high school and gotten a job and spent most of your time with your friends, or really mostly with Eddie Munson. 

Eddie Munson had come into your life a few weeks after you’d started visiting Max at her and her mom’s new house. You'd been driving her back and forth to school and taking her to movies and stuff just so you could keep up with her. You knew Billy wasn't the best older brother so you tried to be the best replacement older sister you could be. You told her stories of how Billy talked about how much he wanted to be a better sibling before he died and how he truly did care for her and tried to express it in his own shitty way. 

You hadn't planned on dating anyone again really, but things always did have a funny way of working out.  

You had dropped Max off late one night after a movie when you saw a guy around your age sitting on the porch across from their house. He had long brown hair, was quietly playing a guitar, with a joint hanging out his mouth. 

Eddie Munson, you'd heard of him. Heard he sold to the seniors of Hawkins High and you knew he ran some D&D club that the boys had just joined. You had seen him around school a few times and you always liked his crazy cafeteria rants he'd put on during lunch. 

So you thought fuck it, might as well go introduce yourself and maybe see if he had an ounce or two for sale. You could use a friend…. and a joint. 

When you walked over to him he looked up at you kinda startled. You couldn't help but notice how his big brown eyes and long hair, along with his jacket and guitar, gave him this rockstar look that made your heart burst flutter a little. 

“Hi?” you said in an almost questioning manner. Clearing your throat as you spoke again..

 “You're Eddie Munson right?” You tried to say it a bit more confidently. 

“That is my name, yes hello.” He replied while clearing his throat. You smiled at him as you pulled your sleeves down over your hands. 

“Nice to meet you Eddie.” You blushed 

“Would you happen to have any weed I could buy off you? If not its totally okay I jus-” you started.

“Ah” he interrupted. “And I thought today was my lucky day, should have known a girl as pretty as you wouldn't just approach me for nothing.” he laughed as he set his guitar down. 

“Oh um sorry I ju-” you started trying to apologize for making him feel like you where only talking to him to get something out of him when he once again interrupted you. 

“I’m pulling your leg sweetheart. You’re Y/N right? Y/N Hopper. We had like two or three classes together last year.” He stood up and looked down at you, his hair framed his face beautifully.

“Mmmhm” You replied as you held eye contact with him, you thought of how you could get lost in his eyes. 

“Well lucky for you Miss Y/N, I have some pre-rolls already made up that I think we could come to quite the deal on, and I just was about to light this one up.” He holds up the joint from before between his pointer and middle finger looking at it then back to you. “If you’d like to sample the product before you buy, I’d be happy to share.” His smile made his eyes crinkle up at the sides a tiny bit as he spun the joint around in his fingers. Right then and there you knew you were done for. Eddie Munson had stolen your heart. 

“I'd love to.” You smiled up at him again as he grabbed his guitar and escorted you back into his home.

Little did you know Max was watching you both from her bedroom window. 

Now almost 4 months later you and Eddie laid in your bed at the cabin, soaking in the first few morning rays of the day before you both had start your days. 

You put your arms around his neck as you slightly pulled yourself up onto his chest. 

“After work today I promised Lucas I’d come to his game and then I have to take Robin home since Steve is bringing a date, we could meet back here tonight though.” You spoke gently as he ran his fingers over your back lightly.

“That sounds good to me Princess, after lunch I have a sale,  and then we have the big meet for Hellfire tonight after class. Maybe we can say a quick hello before you take Robin home. Then I can go home and get us something to celebrate with. After that, meet you here?” He spoke as he rested his forehead against the top of your head, placing a kiss or two as he went. 

“That all sounds great to me, love.” You looked up at him and gave him a small kiss on the lips before asking. “ Who is  the sale with? Anyone I’d know?” You felt his chest shake as he laughed. 

“Chrissy Cunningham actually. Cheerleader like two or three years younger than us” You sat up and looked him in the eyes. Disbelief shown all over your features. 

“Chrissy Cunnngham?! No way!! I used to babysit her back when I was a Junior.” You laughed as he flipped you over so you were under him. His hair falling around your faces. “Little Chrissy Cunningaham smokes now? Crazy.” you looked up into his eyes as he gave you a dopey grin. 

“Never know what's gonna happen next, princess. This world is a crazy place.” He leaned in closer as he said it. Your lips just barley an inch or two apart now as you held eye contact. 

“God I love ya, princess.” He mumbled as you smiled up at him.  

“I love you too, Eddie Munson.” you whispered as he leaned in and kissed you, neither of you having a clue what the next 24 hours would hold. 

Just two people, blissfully in love.

AN: Hope you guys liked this one, I haven't really seen any Billy's ex falls for Eddie yet really so I thought I'd write one myself. If you know of any tag me in them please! Have a nice day!

[total-lost-boys-simp]

SCREAM QUEEN Book 1: Conventional Final Girl

Stu Macher x reader x Billy Loomis

Okay so basically let’s just cut to the chase, the main character “(y/n)” is Sidney Prescott’s little step sister, yeah? Well what happens when she takes Sid’s place as the final girl? A whole lot.

Disclaimer: this follows the movie very closely with little change other than the reader insert portions, so like I’m not trying to be like “Oh yeah this is all me” bc it’s not (RIP Wes Craven 😔🙏🏻🕊⚰️)

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Chapter 5

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  "Sidney Prescott and (y/n) (l/n) both escaped a vicious attack last night but one of them is the daughter of Maurine Prescott, who was brutally murdered last year when convicted killer Cotton Weary broke into their home and savagely raped and tortured the deceased. Cotton Weary is currently awaiting an appeal for the death sentence, handed down after the young Sidney testified against him..." The reporter just went on and on through the tv screen. Tatum was rubbing Sid's arm as a sign of everything will be okay. I held Sid's hand to signify the same message, gently squeezing it so she knows she's not alone. "It's never going to stop is it?" She asked with a small chuckle.

As Dewey sat across from us he notified, "Billy was released."

Sidney's face faltered once she heard this, I think she's still afraid of it all. I on the other hand slouched back with a wave of relief.

"His celular bill was clean, he didn't make those calls," Dewey said as he sat back in the chair, "We're checking every celular account in the county. Any calls made to you two or Casey Becker are being cross referenced, it's going to take some time but we'll find 'em."

I squeezed Sid's hand again and Tatum lightly punched her arm. "Okay," was all Sid could really say right now.

"We've got this, Sis." I said to her with a small smile.

  I guess pulling up to school in a patrol car was cool? Kind of gave a real "Back off" vibe when we stepped on the school grounds. "Don't worry girls, it's school. You'll be safe here." Dewey reassured us...but if there's a possibility that the killer is another student, is it really all that safe? Reporters swarmed us once Sid and I were completely out of the car. One woman going as far as asking, "So how does it feel to be almost brutally butchered?" Seriously what thee fuck? Sid and Tatum walked ahead of me right as I was ready to hook it to another reporter like I did to Gale. Sadly enough though I was stopped by two pairs of arms holding me back while my legs went swinging.

"Let me at 'em!" I exclaimed to my mystery captors.

"Not a chance little Nancy Thompson," I could hear Randy's voice from my left.

"Yeah these reporters are worse than any Freddy Kruger!" And then there was Stu's cackle from the right.

"Fine screw it, I just don't want to see anymore of them haggling Sid again." I said as I slightly jumped out at the flock of reporters.

"Uh, where did Sid go anyways" I asked the two boys as I spun around. Finally seeing her talking to Weathers I tried to beeline but Stu held me back.

"Dude, (y/n) slow your roll. Syd's just talking to her," Stu said as he secured me against his chest. I did my best to hide the red embarrassment all over my face.

"Yeah probably fixing the mess you made last night," Randy said as he rolled my eyes.

His words struck something in me, I just calmed down and stopped fight Stu's hold, if anything I was holding myself now.

Stu punched Randy in the arm before said, "Way to go man."

"Wha- I-" Randy was about to pick his own fight with Stu again.

I beat them to it when I turned around still in Stu's grasp and said, "No he's right, what I did last night was reckless and now Sidney is the one who has to clean it up." I leaned my head on Stu's chest.

"C'mon (y/n), it wasn't that bad?" Randy backpedaled on his words to try and make me feel better but lets face it, when you punch someone on national tv... it's pretty bad.

  At our lockers we waited around for the bell to ring. "This is a mistake, we shouldn't be here," Sid said as she gathered her books. I'm honestly with her on that, it's a total scare fest in the halls today. "I want you to meet me right here after class, okay Sid?" Tatum addressed my step sister but left me out of the question. Peaking my head over my locker door I arched an eyebrow. "I'll walk you out of class Erin," Stu pipped in before looking at himself in a mirror. "Yeah okay Chicken Stew," I rolled my eyes, trying not to laugh at my own pun. I thought Stu would've laughed but before he could Sid said, "Hey I haven't really seen Billy around, is he really pissed?" What the fuck Sidney? I thought. "Oh after you branded him the Candyman? No, his heart's broken!" Stu exclaimed, earning a punch from Tatum. He said "ow" as Tatum said his name in a stern frustrated manner.

  Someone came running down the hall in what's now been dubbed the 'Ghostface' costume as they screamed bloody murder while jumping out at people. I let out a squeal before grabbing hold of Stu's tan and white over shirt. Feeling heat rise up to my face I quickly let go and lightly brushed out my hair to compose myself. Stu turned around and pinched my cheeks, "Awe is (y/n) scewed of da big bad boo-gy man?" I swatted his hands away while saying, "Given recent events, yeah obviously." Shuffling past Stu and over to Sid I notice his expression change for a split second for playful to envious. "Come on (y/n), you punched Gale Weathers on live news, I think you'll be fine if you get yelled at by a kid in a costume," Tatum said as she playfully rolled her eyes with a smirk. I couldn't take it anymore, whether it was the embarrassment, the fear, the secrets, or the regret. I just couldn't. I ran off from the group as both Tatum and Sid shouted after me.

  As I ran down the hall I bumped into another figure.

"Shit!" I exclaimed as I pushed off of them.

"Hey it's just me," I heard an all too familiar voice say to me.

"Oh-oh... Billy," I said as I backed away.

Waving his index finger between us he asked, "You still think it's me?"

I reassure him I don't by saying, "No, I don't I was just shocked to see you." As I fiddled with my shirt.

"I swear it's not me (y/n)," Billy said stepping forward.

Looking up at him I said, "I know Billy, there was still someone in the house that night though. So can you please-" I cut myself off seeing the lack of inches in the space between Billy and I.

"I know, I know, the cops say I scared him away. It wasn't me (y/n)." He said as he looked down at me a little.

"I know, he called us again when we were at Tatum's..."

"See! Couldn't have been me, I was in jail," Billy said as he turned over his hands to reveal inky fingerprints. "Remember?"

"I'm sorry, but please understand," I started as I looked up.

"Understand what? My girlfriend and her little step sister would rather accuse me of being a psychopathic killer than touch me?" Billy looked back down at me, I could smell the spearmint gum roll off his breath.

"You know that's not true..." I said as I knitted my eyebrows together and grabbed a hold of his arm.

"Then what is it?" He asked, hurt and confusion heard in his voice.

"Billy, me and Sid were attacked and nearly filleted last night?!" I shouted, slightly appalled he'd even ask as if it weren't clear.

"I mean between us..." Billy said as his eyes stared down into my soul with an intensity I've never seen before.

"What do you mean between us?" I asked at this point very confused as I let go of him and take a step back.

"Isn't it obvious (y/n)? For the past five months, the smirks, the glances, the nudging, the little notes, Stu and I being practically all over you?" Billy said as he used his free hand that wasn't on the banister to wave around.

"No it wasn't obvious! I mean Stu I knew about but you?! Billy, you're my sister's boyfriend!" I exclaimed, getting justifiably annoyed and upset.

"Not anymore, she practically broke up with me the night at the station!" He raised his voice, making me flinch a little, he must've noticed since he let his body relax a little.

"Look Billy I've had a crush on you and Stu for months but I know for sure this isn't the way to go about things. Sidney didn't say she broke up with you and I'm not going to just be a rebound to make her jealous." I said resting my hand above his on the banister.

Billy scoffed before saying, "(y/n), be real here Sid doesn't want to see me anymore and like I said, the past five months..." Billy let his words trail off as he came closer to me, placing his hand on my forearm. Just like at the lockers my head was racing and everything felt so wrong, I just couldn't take it. I just stepped away, shaking my head while I walked off letting Billy shout my name.

Turning around to look at him I said, "I'm sorry if me having good morality for my sister's relationship is an inconvenience to you and your perfect existence!" I exclaimed before turning back round.

"What? What do yo- Nobody said that, (y/n)!" Billy shouted after me but it just faded out as I ran away.

Stomping my way into the bathroom I make my way over to one of the sinks, I dig in my backpack for an aspirin or something.

"They were never attacked, I think they made it all up," I heard one of the bathroom stalls say.

"Why would they lie about that?" A girl in another stall asked

"For attention, the girl and her sister have some serious issues!" The first girl replies.

Part of me wanted to hide in the bathroom stall like the sad girls in the movies always did but then I remembered, this is real life. In life you just gotta roll with the punches, so I'm doing just that, except this time I might punch back, again. Right when the two walk out of the stalls their faces dropped. Yeah I assumed seeing the face of one of your gossip subjects will do that to ya. I kept staring at them as they washed their hands, too scared to even look in my general direction. As they walked out I did that stupid petty wave where you swish your fingers up and down. Finally I can cry in peace, I thought as I walked into an empty stall. Deciding that the short few seconds I've been in here were enough for me to feel refreshed I walk out, my eyes red and puffy while my lashes stuck together.

"Pathetic," I said into the mirror. I always thought I held myself to a higher standard than this, not really with the crying thing. More so with the Stu and Billy thing...

I don't have time to think about it much when I hear a strange noise in the restroom. Getting low to the ground I check underneath all the stalls. Empty. Looking around I notice a loud vent in the wall, that must've been it. As I go back to shuffling around my bag I could've sworn I heard someone whisper my name. Maybe it's better to ignore it? Slowly and carefully I get back down low to check again. This time I'm met with a pair of beat up leather work boots dropping down from the stall. "Oh shit," I whispered to myself.

  The stall door unlatches quickly and I try to make a run for it but I'm caught by the Ghostface.

Thrashing around as he holds back my arms I asked, "Alright real funny, who is it? Stu, Rand, Billy? If this is some sort of pay back then it won't work!" The man behind  the mask said nothing, but he violently jerked my face to the bathroom mirror. "What?" I ask, my face clearly showing malevolence towards whoever it is pulling the prank. That was until he pulled out an eight-inch long hunting knife. He slowly and lightly dragged the knife along my torso, from the collar of my cropped shirt all the way down to the button of my low rise jeans, applying extra pressure near my zipper. "Ya' know if I wasn't so skeptical about you trying to kill me right now we could probably take this in a very different direction," I said as a more matter-of-factly sentence. I'm not sure if this shocked the masked murderer or gave him a change of heart but his grip loosen and I BOOKED IT!  I slammed the bathroom door open passing by a couple of teachers but I really just wanted to get the hell out of here.

  After calming down a little bit I got outside of the school just quick enough to hear Principal Himbry say, "Attention now kids, due to the recent events that have occurred effective immediately, all classes are suspended until further notice," Holy shit, "The Woodsboro police department has issued a citywide curfew beginning at nine o'clock tonight." The whooping and hollering cheers that were so loud just a second ago died down into monotone boos. At least we're out of school?

"It was just some sick fuck having a laugh, sue me." Tatum said as she rolled her eyes at me.

"No, it was him Tatum I know it. Or else he wouldn't have a huge ass hunting knife!" I exclaimed in a huff.

"Okay well, you're not to be alone anymore. If you pee, we all pee. Is that clear?" Asked Tatum

Sid and I looked each other up and down simultaneously say, "Ew, please no."

Spooking up from behind us was Stu as he blabbered nonsensical words that most likely would've made sense if we were paying attention.

"I don't know what you did girls," He said handing each of us flowers, "but on behalf of the entire student body we all say THANK YOU!" Stu shouted full force from his lungs.

"Stop it Stu," Tatum said as she hit him with the little purple flower.

I was so distracted by the two that I didn't notice Stu change targets and come barreling towards me, hoisting me over his shoulder.

"Stu! Oh my god asshole! I'd like to be returned to the security of my feet on the ground!" I shout as I hit his back with my palms.

In the midst of my one sided battle Stu announces, "To celebrate this impromptu fall break, I propose we have a party. Tonight at my house!"

Looking over to my right I see my step sister's face contort into an emotion of unease, "Are your sure?"

"Yeah as long as this little vixen doesn't invite the entire world!" Stu exclaims as he motions to his girlfriend who is currently keeping me company by swinging my free hand.

Stu goes on by saying, "Intimate gather, intimate friends," whilst poking my thigh right below my ass. He should be glad Tatum didn't see that one.

"What do you say Sid? I mean pathos could have it's perks?" Tatum piped up just as Stu let me down. Now Tatum and I have switched spots beside Stu.

"Could totally protect you, yo I'm so buff, I got you covered bro!" Stu does a macho man impersonation as he twirls around Tatum.

I fall a little back from the group, wondering if Billy will be there... he most likely will, won't he?

"I mean c'mon Sid? (Y/n), you with me? It could be fun." Tatum says as she turns to us both.

While the girls were focused on each other Stu looked over at me and snapped me out of my thoughts, literally. The loud noise made me look up.

"Huh?" I asked, looking at the trio in front of me.

"The party (y/n), you in?" Tatum asked as Stu kissed her neck

"Yeah fine, whatever. I'm in," I said as I walked up in front of them.

"Niiice," Stu growled out, "Cool, you guys bring food, alright?"

I don't know what it was but Stu did something which prompted me to shout, "You're being weird Stu!"

[looooooooomis]

F I N A L  G I R L  |  F O U R

You were his final girl.  And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

p a r t   f o u r  |  k e y s

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pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader word count: 4.4k warnings: angst, s m u t, some more s m u t, teasing, finger-licking good billy boy, implied/referenced cheating, def not a healthy, functioning relationship (but like eh we persevere), some more s m u t. 

Despite your best efforts, the last few days had been miserable without Billy.

You hadn’t realized just how much of a routine he’d become over the last seven months, how much you’d both come to rely on each other and, fuck, did you miss him. You missed his smell, you missed that small little cheeky grin of his, you missed curling up beside him and feeling him over every inch of your skin. Your body craved for him in an almost primal way but, while you could live with denying your body its needs, it was your heart that hurt the most.

What was supposed to be a quick release for the two of you had never been that easy. You’d been in love with the idiot since freshman year, seen him through his various ups and downs and he’d seen yours, too. Which was precisely what made this entire situation that much harder. Not only were you dealing with your own heartache, but you were witnessing his, too.

Billy’s grief was more or less a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it sort of thing. Ever the stoic silent type, you hadn’t expected to see much of what he was feeling splayed out on that handsome face of his, but shocking even you, his regret was palpable. And each and every time those brown eyes met yours, that grief that was as clear as day struck you blind.

You’d tried telling yourself that it was for the best because, in all honesty, it was but that didn’t make the pain go away. Nor did it make you miss him any less. You were trapped in a vicious cycle of missing Billy, sticking to your guns, and worrying about him all at once.

God, you’d really fucked up with this one.

“You sure you’re okay?” Tatum asked, narrowing her eyes at you as you shoved a handful of books into your locker. “You’ve been scatterbrained all week.”

“I’m fine,” you shrugged, “why wouldn’t I be?”

“You tell me,” she leaned her hip against the locker. “Is this about Steve?”

You blinked as the question played on loop in your head. “Steve?” You asked, giving the strawberry blonde your full attention. “First of all, and I mean this from the bottom of my heart: ew. Secondly, huh?”

Tatum smirked. “Don’t play dumb, you’ve been acting all weird since Billy went psycho on his ass last week.”

“No, I haven’t,” you hoped your laugh didn’t sound as fake as it felt. “Also, Steve’s an asshole. If the day ever comes when I am interested in that big oaf, feel free to euthanize me.”

“Promise,” she made a motion of crossing her heart, “but in the meantime, you swear nothing is up?”

“Cross my heart,” you mimicked the gesture and shut your locker. “What are you up to after practice tonight? Want to go see that new Brad Pitt movie?”

Her shoulders fell. “Can’t, Stu’s coming over,” she unwrapped a lollipop and shoved it in her mouth. “I’d say ask Sid, but she got into it with Billy last night so she’s in a mood.”

You tried not to care, you really did, but her words hit you like a freight train. “They did?” You asked, hoping beyond hope that your voice didn’t sound quite as high pitched as it sounded in your head. “What happened?”

“Who knows,” Tatum shrugged, “Billy’s always been a little intense and Sid’s been a little cagey since…well, you know – so, it’s bound to happen.”

You swallowed hard and continued to nod along to Tatum’s words. Were you nodding too frequently? Did you appear too interested all of the sudden? Catching yourself, you focused on the leftover gum on the locker just behind your friend’s head and cleared your throat. “That’s shitty.”

“Relationships,” Tatum waved off, “they’re all pretty shitty sometimes.”

Before you could finish putting your foot in your mouth any further, the third bell rang out signaling your next class. Your most dreaded class: Biology. With a groan you tossed your bag over your shoulder and frowned across at Tatum. “See you at practice?”

With a nod, Tatum took off towards her class as you slowly sauntered towards your own. You were halfway down the hall when you heard a set of heavy footfalls running towards you from behind. Glancing over your shoulder, you barely had time to register Stu’s smiling face before he threw an arm around your shoulders. “How ya doing, pal?”

“Peachy,” you scraped your eyes along his profile and blinked. “If you’re about to play the rule of dutiful henchman for you know who, I’ve got a class to flunk.”

“Harsh,” Stu beamed, “I see why our boy’s so smitten.”

With a roll of your eyes, you glanced around at the people around you and glowered up at him. “Stu,” you warned, “I’m not in the mood for this.”

“For what?” He feigned innocence. “I haven’t said a word.”

“But you want to,” you mused. “And I don’t want to hear it.”

Stu chuckled. “All I was going to say is, like, I get it.”

You shouldn’t have taken his bait. What you should have done was push him off of you and continue on your merry way to class. That would have been the smart thing to do, the responsible thing to do.

Too bad you were neither of those two things.

Roped in, you sighed in defeat. “Get what?”

“I’ll be the first to admit,” he began, “when Bill told me that you and him were…you know, I laughed. I mean, two broads, man? I can barely handle the one how’s he going to deal with two of you?”

“I’m hoping there’s a point coming,” you groused.

“Right,” he laughed again, “my point is that I get it. I get why you two work. Why he’s knee deep in this big fucking mess because of it. You two work.”

“Stu,” you threw your head back and glared at the ceiling. “Stop.”

“What?” He asked. “Am I wrong?”

You gently pushed him away from you and dropped your voice into a whisper. “That’s not the point. He’s with Sid.”

“So?” Stu made a face. “Her mom just died, what do you want him to do? Dump her and break her heart? Her mom just died, that’d callous, man.”

“We’re breaking her heart either way, whether she knows it or not.”

Stu stopped walking and there was a compassion in his stare that left you reeling. For as long as you’d known him, Stu Macher had always been the goof. The reckless, chaotic idiot that seemed to fit just perfectly into your little mish mash of a group. But the sincerity in his blue eyes as the two of you stood in the emptying hallway was a look you’d never seen before.

“And by doing this, you’re breaking yours.” He limply shrugged. “Billy’s, too.”

Your shoulders fell as the weight of Stu’s words sank in. You couldn’t exactly say much in terms of a rebuttal, naturally, because he was right. There were no happy endings for either of you at this point in the charade. Sid had still been lied to and cheated on, Billy was still trapped in a relationship he no longer wished to be in in fear of hurting the girl he once loved and you were stuck in the middle, watching two people you cared for fall to bits while having to remain stoic in fear of showing your hand.

What a fucking mess.

After another minute of silence, Stu wriggled his eyebrows and squeezed your shoulder reassuringly. “Just something to think about.”

Taking off down the hall, Stu left you to your own devices as you stood in the middle of an empty hallway with far too much on your mind. In an almost zombie-like trance, you took off in the direction of your biology class, not quite caring that you were about to be marked as tardy for the third time that week. But, before you got to that god-forsaken class, you heard the click of a door not far off before a pair of arms encircled around your middle, yanking you into the nearest classroom. A surprise yelp tore out of your mouth, but the full-fledged scream died in your throat as soon as you realized just who it was who had grabbed you.

“Jesus, Billy, you scared the hell out of me.” You grasped your chest and took in the dark, empty classroom around you. He was still holding you against the nearest wall, you could feel the heat of those large hands through your thin shirt. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Sorry,” despite the desperation in those brown eyes, his voice never wavered. It was still as calm and collected as ever. “I’d go to your house, but it’s been like Fort Knox for the last week or so.”

You chewed on your lip for a moment before averting your eyes to the ground, not quite being able to stomach the weight of his stare just yet. “Billy, unless anything’s changed, I—”

“In case anything’s changed?” He reiterated with raised brows. “Everything’s changed. I miss you, Y/N, more than you can even comprehend. I know I’ve fucked up, I know that, but I need you. The last nine days without being able to really see you or feel you or kiss you or—”

“I get it,” you held your hands up and gently pushed him away. “And it’s been hard on me, too, Billy. But it doesn’t change anything.”

For a few, long, agonizing moments, Billy remained still as a thousand different emotions splayed out across his face. There was anger and grief, sadness and desperation. But the look you got as he dropped to his knees in front of you was pure, unadulterated fear. “I promise you, Y/N, the second I can, when the time is right, Sid and I will be no more. But me and you are it, sweetheart,” his hands gently circled around your hips before embracing you around your middle. “I’m so fucking sorry that this is how it has to be right now. And I’m sorry that I’m too fucking selfish to let this go, but I can’t. I need you. I need us. You’re everything good in my life and I know I need to start proving that to you.”

Still, you remained quiet. Your fingers itched to reach out and run your fingers through that slightly greasy, unruly mop of hair, but instead you kept them pinned down at your side as you considered his words. There was no doubt in your mind that he meant them, the desperation on his face said as much, but you had your reservations. Taking your silence in stride, however, Billy simply reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box.

Your heart nearly stopped.

“Oh, jesus,” you grumbled, burying your head in your hands. “You better not be doing what I think you’re fucking doing.”

“Open the box, Y/N.”

“No,” you held your hands up. “Not if it’s…that.”

Billy sighed. The muscle in his cheek twitched. “It’s not a fucking engagement ring.”

Somewhat relieved, you continued to stare down at the box in slight disdain. “So, what is it?”

Billy sighed. “Fucking open it and you’ll see.”

“Buying the ‘other woman’ jewelry, Billy?” You shook your head. “You’re like a walking cliché at this point.”

“Shut-up and open the goddamn box.” Standing up to his full height, he continued to hold the box out towards you and breathed out a quiet laugh when you remained unwavering. “It’s not a fucking bomb, Y/N, open it.”

With a sigh, you snatched the box out of his hand and, rather unceremoniously, opened it up to reveal a key. Not a fancy skeleton key or a charm in the shape of a key but a regular, run of the mill house key. You blinked, mildly surprised. “Okay, I’ll give you a point for creativity with the box,” you pulled the key out and observed it. “But what is it?”

“It’s a key,” Billy said, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“I see that,” a small smile pulled at your lips as you looked across at him. “What’s it for?”

“It’s a key to my parents’ cabin.”

If you were meant to understand the significance, the story was lost on you. Looking back down at the key, you surveyed its tiny ridges briefly before nodding. “And what’s that have to do with me?”

He took a step towards you and grabbed the hand still clutching onto the key. “My dad doesn’t go up there much ever since my mother left and I figure we could both use a place where we can just…be.” His raked his thumbnail along your knuckles. “No Sid, no anyone. Just you and me.”

You were trying to remain unfazed by the sentiment, to remain icy and cool to the man you were supposed to be pulling away from, but between the softness in those warm brown eyes and the weight of the key still clutched in your hand, you could feel your defenses waning. “You expect Sid to just not care that you’re disappearing up north every once in a while?”

“I’ll make it work,” he shrugged it off. “And, to be honest, I don’t care what she thinks.”

Your answer came in the form of a long, drawn out sigh. “Billy,” you began, but before you could dive into the rest of your speech, his large hands slid up your arms and neck to cradle your face.

Slowly, he backed you into a nearby desk and traced the apple of your cheek with his thumb. “We can sneak up there whenever we want. Spend a whole weekend up there, just the two of us. I can worship this fucking body of yours in every square inch of that cabin. I can go into town and hold your fucking hand in public. We can do whatever the hell it is we want to do up there, whenever we want, without worrying about any of our idiot friends seeing us.”

Your pulse quickened at the thought of being able to parade around like a normal couple in a town where not a single soul knew who you were. You swallowed, trying to steady your excitement with a dose of realism. “It’s still not fair to Sidney.”

“Fuck Sidney!” Billy’s voice echoed out around the vast, empty classroom, alarming you with just how angry he sounded. His chest heaved with a white-hot rage that you couldn’t fully comprehend, and his jaw was wound shut as his nostrils flared with each and every heavy, uneven breath he took. You swallowed hard and watched the man steady his nerves, unsure of your next move. You’d seen Billy angry before, but that level of emotion was definitely new.

You weren’t sure whether to be terrified or turned on by the sudden outburst.

But, just as quickly as it happened, Billy’s eyes slowly opened to reveal those molasses coloured eyes again. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he appeased. “But I can’t have her stand in the way of this. I won’t.”

You remained silent as you shimmied on top of the desk that had been poking into your ass for the last few seconds and tried not to focus on the way your body seemed to melt into Billy’s as he stepped in between your legs, still looking at you with all the intensity of the world.

“If we do this,” you found yourself muttering, “there’s going to be some ground rules.”

A sense of hope blossomed in Billy’s chest as he vigorously nodded his head. “Anything you want,” sliding his hands up the sides your stomach, he gently held your waist and gave it a small squeeze. “You name it.”

“When we go up to the aforementioned cabin, we go out.” You told him. “While I’m more than happy to blow you in the living room without worrying about your dad walking in, it would be nice to go on an actual fucking date.”

Billy nodded and, with his hands still on your waist, he tried not to focus on the thin cotton of your shirt bunching between his fingers as his thumb danced along your ribcage. There was so little between you in the empty classroom, barely any space as the two of you were practically nose to nose. And between that short little skirt you had on and your pert nipples beneath your thin tank top, it was enough to make his cock twitch inside of his pants. “Anything else?” He asked, his voice husky as he nudged his nose against yours.

“Yeah,” you ran your tongue along your now parched lips as you sat with Billy standing between your thighs, holding you in place as his thumb traced agonizingly close to your tit. Were you even breathing? It didn’t feel like it. You were wet, too, which made his inhumanly close proximity almost too much to bear. “Lock the fucking door this time.”

A roguish grin enveloped his features as he stepped out from between your legs. Crossing the threshold of the classroom in two seconds flat, Billy locked the door and made his way back to you with that same mischievous glimmer in his eye. His eyes were hungry and, as his hands shifted down to your ass, he tugged you even closer to the edge of the desk. Closer to him. With your legs still open and on either side of his hips, you just about died when your clit managed to rub against the zipper of his jeans.

A quiet, low moan tore out of your throat from the sensation.

“Anything else?” He asked, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Yeah,” your breathing was ragged as Billy’s slow, methodical fingers, trailed up the side of your stomach. He was being extraordinarily temperate and slow to further tease you but, despite knowing how risky this was, you were putty in his hands. “Touch me.”

His nose brushed against yours again as he shifted his hips just enough for the zipper of his jeans to rub against your clit again. The bastard knew what he was doing.

“This feel good?” He asked as his hips toiled into you again.  

You were practically dry fucking against the desk, you could have been caught any second. But, fuck, when he pulled you in a little more and slowly gyrated his jean-clad pelvis against your clit again, you couldn’t care less. “Mhmm,” you hummed.

Slowly, Billy’s dept fingers slid up from your waist towards your breasts. Raking his thumb against the swollen bud, he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the side of your neck.

He knew his jeans were rubbing against your clit and, as he looked down and saw the visible wet patch on your blue thong, he wanted nothing more than to rip them off of you and bury his face in between your legs. “God, I’ve fucking missed you.”

When his hand squeezed your breast, you arched into his grasp. “I bet you did.”

Billy smirked and rolled your nipples between his fingers through the fabric of your shirt. With every roll of your hips, the strap of your shirt slipped down just enough to expose your breast. Without missing a beat, Billy leaned into your chest and allowed his mouth to consume your nipple, swirling his tongue around it expertly before biting down. You hissed as a combination of both pain and pleasure ripped through your body.

Your fingers curled around the hair along the nape of his neck and gave it a firm tug as is hands held you firmly in place. “Fuck, Billy” you moaned, breathless.

He released your nipple slowly, nipping at it one final time before leaning his forehead against yours again. You wanted like hell to close the distance between you. You wanted to feel his lips on yours. Feel the tickle of his stubble along your upper lip and have that expert tongue brush against yours.

But you also wanted to make him sweat a little.  

You weren’t sure what had come over you as you slid your hand down your torso. Maybe it was adrenaline of being caught or the relief of having Billy in your arms again but as you allowed your fingers to dip beneath the hem of your exposed thong, the look on Billy’s face made it all worth it.

“What are you doing?” His Adams apple bobbed up and down as he watched you touch yourself. You were in an awkward angle, but as your finger circled your clit and you watched the bulge in his pants grow, you were coasting high.

“What’s it look like I’m doing?” You hummed, feigning innocence. “When I say touch me, I mean it, Billy. I’m taking matters into my own hands.” You pinched your clit and arched your naked chest into him. “Fuck.”

You heard him swear under his breath as his lips ghosted over yours. “You’re doing my head in, woman,” he growled, sliding his fingers beneath your panties. You gasped when his thumb began to circle your clit. And when he slid two fingers inside of you, you nearly saw stars.

His mouth found yours, mid-moan. Reaching the hand that had just been down the waistband of your shorts, you ran your fingers through his hair as his tongue coaxed yours. Everything about this man was electric. His fingers quickened their pace and before you knew it, you were thrusting into his hand. Placing sloppy kisses down from your mouth and along your jaw, Billy nipped at your ear. “How’s this for touching you, sweetheart?” He hissed, licking and biting his way across your neck.

Your breathing was rampant as you felt yourself edging closer and closer. “It’s alright,” you teased with a cloudy grin.

“So stubborn,” he laughed into your neck and curled his fingers so that he hit an area inside you that felt almost primal. The moan he got in return made him bite down on your collarbone. He curled his fingers again and you nearly choked. “You sure?”

Pulling his hair, you steered his face back to yours and crashed your lips against his. “Fuck me.” You mumbled into his mouth.

He applied the smallest bit of pressure to your clit and flicked his fingers one final time, sending you over the cliff. With a long, shaky moan, you bucked your hips uncontrollably as you came into his hand. Every inch of you felt as though it was on fire as Billy made you ride out your orgasm, not for a second easing up on your clit as you writhed beneath him.

“Play with your tits,” he barked out through hooded eyes.

“You play with them,” you argued, but the resolve in your voice was gone. You weren’t entirely sure if you knew your name at that point. All you could focus on was the feeling of his finger pinching your highly sensitive clit and that was it. Everything else was a blur.

“God, you’re so fucking stubborn.”

You were so wet and so turned on you could barely think straight. “Billy,” you pleaded, your entire body heating up almost unbearably so. When he ignored you and instead continued his attack on your clit, you whimpered. “I need you to fuck me.”

With a bruising kiss, Billy released your clit and, in seconds flat, tugged his jeans far enough down his hips before slipping inside of you. The moan that escaped your lips was undeniable as he pumped into you. Reaching up, he grabbed your tit and squeezed as he bit down on your exposed neck. It was a sensory overload coming from all angles.

“Fuck,” Billy’s hoarse voice was in your ear as he pumped into you. “You feel so fucking good, Y/N.” He reached for your face and tilted your chin up towards him, meeting you halfway with a sloppy kiss. Moaning into his mouth, you managed lose yourself in that instance.

Gone was the room around you.

Hell, gone was everything up until this point.

All you could focus on was the feeling of Billy inside of you. Biting down on his lip, you tugged it back as he rolled his hips in a way that made you quiver. He was thrusting, hard, in an almost animalistic that made your entire body shake with the velocity of every desperate push. He moved between kissing your lips, to biting them to suckling your neck as he continued to rail into you with all of passion in the world. He was a man, unhinged, and you weren’t sure if you’d ever seen him so sexy.

Not surprising in the least, it didn’t take him long to come. You’d riled him up to the point of no return and, as you felt him come inside of you, you all but laughed when his forehead dramatically fell against your own.

For a few minutes, neither of you moved, simply just remained still and firmly pressed against one another. But, as the weight of your current whereabouts slowly dawned on either of you, you both slowly pulled away from each other, both wearing a small smile as you re-dressed yourselves.

Once his pants were done up, Billy stepped into you once again and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Cabin this weekend, okay?”

You nodded and hopped down from the desk. “Yeah, maybe,” you teased, fixing your skirt.

Billy’s eyebrows rose. “Oh, maybe, eh?”

“Yeah,” you winked, “I’ll think about it.”

“Smart ass,” Billy smirked. “That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble one of these days.”

“I’m counting on it.” Once you were both fixed up, you nodded towards his hand which was still slicked with your juices. You laughed. “Oops.”

But Billy didn’t seem fazed. Instead, your breath hitched in your throat when he raised his hand to his lips and licked your slick clear off, relishing in the taste of it with a knowing smirk on his face. “This weekend.” He reiterated, driving the point home.

“This weekend,” you agreed, walking towards the door. Ensuring nobody saw the two of you leave an empty classroom together, you unlocked the door and gave Billy a small, knowing smile. “See you at lunch, lover boy.”