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Kissing your exes enemy
a/n: Iâve had writers block for ages and finally decided to try to finish my drafts and this is what i came up with
A day had passed, and Billy was already swapping Saliva with someone else. You already hated the party and you had only been there for a few minutes. With a roll of your eyes, you quickly turned away from your friends, ignoring Robin calling out for you. You knew she just wanted to help but you couldnât deal with this right now. You stumble onto the porch with a string of curses leaving your lips. Steve Harrington then comes up to you, and you internally cursed. Obviously the one guy you liked would be the one to approach you and obviously he would mention Billy. âAll alone?â Steve asked. The music pounded inside the house, but out on the porch, it was just you and him. Steve could tell you had been drinking a little bit, and the way you looked at him made him realize you were tipsy. He was amused. âYou gonna be one of those sad drunks that mopes around about their ex?â He teased with a smirk.
âha no heâs obviously over me so i see no point in giving him the satisfaction of wanting him backâ You say scoffing. It wasnât a lie because you were over Billy. You knew the relationship was going to an end weeks ago so the break up didnât surprise you and if he was gonna try to make you jealous it wouldnât hurt to make him jealous too right? Besides his enemy was standing right next to you now and you werenât gonna deny it, Steve was attractive.
âAtta girl,â Steve commended, nodding his head in agreement. He leaned against the railing of the porch, propping one booted foot up on the edge of it as he watched you closely. âIâve never ever liked Billyâ Steve said after a few seconds of silence making you laugh.
âWow really I wouldâve never guessedâ You say sarcastically making Steve laugh. âI guess I didnât make it obvious enough thenâ Steve shot back making you laugh. âYâknow what would really piss him off?â Steve asked you and you raised your eyebrow and looked at him. âWhat?â You ask. âIf we kiss infront of himâ Steve said and at first you thought it was a joke but you could see that there was no hint that he was joking on his face. âAre you serious?â You ask and Steve just smiled. âItâs a way both of us can piss him offâ Steve said and you smirked. âIâm inâ You said and Steve quickly dragged you back into the party.
Almost immediately you see Billy playing beer pong and Steve quickly grabbed your hips and kissed you. Billy saw and looked pissed but you didnât care. Kissing Steve wasnât the worst thing ever but it was just to piss Billy off, not because you actually liked him. Well maybe you had a teeny tiny crush on Steve but you werenât going to admit that.
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finding out making up whole detailed scenarios with fictional characters in your head is a âsign of mental illnessâ
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Harrington!reader who struck up a friendship with Billy after finding him crying. It wasnât long until she developed a crush on the older boy. But she knew she was the least attractive girl in school, and on the cheerleading squad. Every girl was all over him, she never thought heâd see her that way.
Movie Night
I'm so sorry, I got carried away, and I made it super long, SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND I HOPE EVERYONE ELSE DOES this has: fluff, angst, mean brother persona on Steve's behalf, OOC Billy Hargrove, soft side.
wc: 8k (i got a lil inspired, no one requests Billy and I love to write him đ)
Stupid Steve. Stupid school. Stupid fucking stereotypes.
You understand, you get it, the fucking sister of Steve Harrington should be the perfect girl, perfect as her idiotic brother. If only they knew that being in every single sport isnât what Steve wants, it isnât what he desires, it isnât what he always dreamed about.Â
But itâs not that perfection they want from you, oh no. Itâs not your fault you have bad eye sight so you have to wear glasses, and for some reason that made you fucking undesirable. Just because you are wearing glasses, and youâve been wearing them ever since middle school, where there were minimum problems with it, and now in high school when you just want to be able to date someone, or even kiss, itâs almost impossible because of them.
So yes, you knew people didnât want to be with you, and you knew that it was all because of the idealization of the Harrington girl not meeting their expectations. Jokes on them, every single fucking guy in school looks like stepped on shit.
When you finally got into freshmen year, you already knew Steve was the most popular guy in school, always boosting about it at the dinner table, father always saying how proud he is for Steve being the captain of almost every fucking imaginable sport. You looked up to Steve, you really did look up to your brother⌠Until you crossed those forsaken high school doors, and the only face your brother sent you was that of disgust and turned his back on you.
And that sets your fate.
Now as a Junior, your brother finally graduates this year. Ever since he started dating Nancy who is in the same year as you, he has relatively changed. At home, he now tries to invite you to hang with him at the mall, or tell you to have dinner together when your parents arenât home⌠You declined his invitation every time. You prefer to eat dinner in your bed, alone, while he drives away to be with Nancy. Just you, your books, and some good music. You are fine.Â
It doesnât help the fact that you have just one friend at school, and sheâs not even always with you because she is Nancyâs Best Friend. Barb was always nice to you, and itâs the only one you talked to in class, because then in cheerleading practice, which you had to enter because you needed extracurricular credit because your parents said so, you were given the cold shoulder by every teammate there. You didnât participate in the cheers really, you just wear the uniform every now and then and pass them bottles of water.
You just have to survive one year, just one more year and you can go to college, probably start anew, meet people, meet someone. You fixed your glasses on the bridge of your nose as you took notes while sitting at the bleachers, hearing the squeak of the tennis shoes of all the boys in the basketball team just going around. You hear a thump, making your eyes look up to see your brother laying on the floor, making you frown.
Then it made sense, as Billy Hargrove smirked, helping your brother stand up again.Â
You knew that he wanted to take Steveâs position as the most popular guy at school, getting prom king and all that shit. You have heard your brother complaining about him on the phone sometimes, maybe to Nancy or to one of his friends. From what youâve seen, Billy looked like a tough and irritating guy, and there is no need for you to get close to him at all, and you really could care less about what he does to your brother.
And that is basically your everyday life. Invisible, and youâre fine with that.
Youâre fine.Â
âHey, can you believe that guy?â Your head snapped up to see your brother at your door, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest. You raised your eyebrow at him, looking back down at your book. âIf he takes away my captainship in the team, I willâ Dad will fucking cut my head off.âÂ
âThatâs what you get for following his dreams from day one.â You mumble in a low tone, but he caught onto it, frowning at you.
âI have my own dreams. I donât follow his.â You nodded at that while still not looking at him. You really could care two shits about all of this.Â
âMaybe Nancy can help you with this kinda stuff. I'm busy.â You heard shuffling at the door and then a sigh. You heard steps and you raised your head to hear him slam his door shut, and you knew he was probably getting ready to go to a party or something because of the music he started playing on his radio. Not once you were invited to one of those, not even by your own brother. He had hosted parties before, and you were commanded to stay in your room all night. The only time you came out of your room was to the bathroom to pee, and even then you had to wait because people were always making out inside.Â
You got up from bed, closed the biology book to then set it on your desk, looking over to your library of VHSâs tilting your head to check what to watch tonight. You picked Terms of Endearment and Sixteen Candles. Your collection was full of romance and dramatic movies because itâs just your favorite genre to watch. Same with your books, your favorite being Sense & Sensibility.Â
Steve left after a few minutes, and you made your way down to start your Friday movie night, and tomorrow will be the same, next weekend too. You should get more movies, you are on a roll of rewatching stuff by now. But it was at this moment, when you put the cassette into your player, and you finally sat down and started watching Sixteen Candles that it all simply fell apart.
Your rough facade crumbles down as you see the romance of the characters on screen, the friendship that is displayed in these movies, late calls with friends, kicking your feet because the guy you liked kissed you, or even called you to spend time with you. You stare absentmindedly at the screen as you see the kissing scene finally happening and your fingertips brush over your lips, just softly, tracing the shape of them.
After a few hours Steve finally returns home, completely sober and cursing under his breath. He sees the light of the living room turned on and some blue light shining on. He walked inside to find you asleep on the couch with the TV still on. He sighed, walking over to turn it off but then his eyes looked at your form, making his face completely fall down.
He bent over your figure to see the dried tears on your cheeks, falling down onto the couch. He looked over to the coffee table to look at what you were watching, getting hold of the case. You watch the same movie every Friday night⌠And every Saturday night. He rubbed his mouth with a frown to his face as he looked back at your frame. And he always repeats the same action every Friday night and every Saturday night.
He stands up to grab the blanket thatâs over the couch to put it over your body, and with tears in his eyes he bends over to press a soft kiss at the top of your head with a quiet whisper that he always repeats and that you never hear, not that you would believe him anyway.
âIâm sorry.â
Monday came way faster than you expected, and the morning was even quicker. Your parents were still away on their business trip, but Steve and you knew they were just out on vacation by themselves. Why have children when you just push them aside?Â
You take out the lunch bag with your sandwiches in it, and you walk out of the school doors and into the football field which was deserted because it was lunch time, so it always gave you the best opportunity to head behind the bleachers to have some peaceful time for yourself, and that was until you almost dropped your bag as you screamed and flinched when you saw someone already there who snapped his head back at you.
Billy Hargrove.
Your breathing was heavy and your eyes were still trying to focus from the scare but as soon as they did you realized that Billyâs eyes were filled with tears, one or two might have escaped because you could see the glistening trail that they left behind on his cheeks. You were trying to talk to him, but then his eyebrows furrowed together, a tight angry look on his face.
âThe fuck you looking at Harrington?â You flinched back at that, annoyance switching inside of you instead of fear. This guy was crying and has the audacity to sound threatening?
âOh, right, sorry, itâs just seeing Billy Hargrove actually having feelings is a sight.â His eyes snapped wide at your response, surprise crossing his features while he stared at you this time. âWhoâs staring now?â
âOh, right, sorry, itâs just that hearing you fucking talk for once is a sight.â You were taken aback by his response, mimicking yours. You sucked on your right cheek in annoyance as he wiped his cheeks away.
âWell, off you go.â He snaps his head at you, a frown on his features to then letting a smirk spread on his lips.
âI came here first. You go.â You scoff at that, shaking your head at him.
âNo, I always come here at lunchtime, itâs my place.âÂ
âWell, thatâs lonely as fuck.â You know that. You fucking know that, he doesnât need to say it to your face, not the heartthrob of the school. Before your heart could turn in pain you nod at him.
âFine, take it for today.â You turn to finally walk away. Maybe you can eat at the picnic table in the forest? But sometimes the stoner would go there to deal, and you werenât judging Munson really, you gotta do what you gotta do to survive.Â
âWait.â You stopped on your tracks and slowly turned around to see Billy slumping down on the ground, his back resting against a column of the bleachers while he rested his forearms on his bent knees. âYou can stay here if you donât tell anyone you saw me like this.âÂ
Who would you even tell this to? He might be scared that you would tell Steve about it, but Billy seems to not know you donât actually have a good relationship with your brother, and you have just one casual friend in this school. You look in between the bleachers and towards the woods and then you look back at Billy, giving a sigh and finally sitting down with your legs crossed.Â
It was silent between you two, almost uncomfortable but not quite. You were eating your sandwich and you took out a bottle of water out of your bag too. You glanced once at him, and he was looking at the distance, just breathing slowly. You wanted to know what happened to him, because he didnât seem like the guy that would cry easily. He looked at you, raising an eyebrow up at you.
âWhy do you eat here?â He asks and you clear your throat, taking a sip of your water.
âWhy were you crying?âÂ
âTouchĂŠ.â You gave a nod in understanding. You werenât going to talk to him if he wasnât going to talk to you. You looked inside your bag to grab onto the other sandwich, and you handed it to him. He looked at it with a frown and then back at you.
âIf youâre here it means you didnât eat. Basketball players need food.â You calmly say to him and he looks down at the sandwich, taking it from your hands, and then taking a bite out of it, grimacing in disgust.
âWhat the fuck is in this?â He looks down into it and you smirk at him, finishing off your own.
âMustard and pickle sandwich.â
He ate the sandwich anyway. It was nice to eat lunch with someone for once, even if that person was Billy Hargrove and it would be a one time thing in your life⌠Though, it wasnât. Billy was back behind the bleachers almost everyday after that. He wasnât at all that persona that he was with everyone else with you. The cocky insufferable bastard you knew was all a mask, and you could see it when he told you about how Tammy Thompson tried to hide a fart with her cough in class.
âYouâre fucking kiddingâŚâ You were giggling, covering your mouth as you both sat in front of one another, and the closeness slowly shrinking as two weeks went by of eating lunch with him.
âI am not, she actually thought it was discreet, but I heard it. Not that I said anything about it, but it was a total boner killer.â You raised an eyebrow at that, swallowing your apple that you were having as dessert.
âWhat, girls canât fart Hargrove?â He rolls his eyes at you and then raises his hand to flick your forehead, making you wince and rub the skin he left in a red state.
âI didnât say that. When you trust someone enough to do it in their face, sure. Not in the middle of class, and much less when you are a chair in front of mine.â At that you let out a laugh, throwing your head back. He chuckled and took a swig of his cigarette, blowing the smoke to the side so it wouldnât hit your face.
âGod, I really donât pay attention to shit like that.â You took another bite of your apple and Billy was still looking at you, clearing his throat, making you look up at him.
âWhat do you do on Friday nights? I mean, your brother is at every single party but you are nowhere to be found.â He asks you and you feel your cheeks flush slightly at that. You look down at your apple and swallow your bite.
âI often watch movies. Have my own movie nights, sometimes with popcorn, and if I am feeling fancy, Sâmores.â You gave him a small smile as you took another sip of water but Billy was still looking at you with a frown to his eyebrows.
âBy yourself?â And you suddenly felt embarrassment washing over you. How pathetic were you? He is a guy that has every student in this school eating at the palm of his hand, plans of going out somewhere almost everyday, a date every single night, and you just watched movies and read books for company.
âIâ I have to go.â You suddenly blurt out, standing up abruptly to then wipe your jeans from the dirt of the floor. Billy was following suit, doing the same thing, and about to stop you, but you were already walking away. You didnât need the reminder of how stupid all of your life sounded. You didnât need it from him. You were always reminded of it by your father, saying that you should be more like his son. Your mother says that at her age she already dated someone and had tons of friends. Steve showing off his new relationship and friends to you, keeping you in the shadows from everyone.
You didnât need more reminders.
So when you got home, and realized Steve was already out of sight, probably at Heatherâs party, you took your time to shower, put on some comfy sweatpants, a white t-shirt and a gray hoodie, and you grabbed your movies and went downstairs. Maybe they will cheer you up from all the stuff that has happened with Billy today. Itâs stupid, you both donât talk to each other all day, yet at lunch you just talk non-stop.
Sweet popcorn was todayâs choice and you were already salivating at the smell of it all. Once it was done you put it in a bowl and headed over to the living room, turning the TV on, and putting Pretty in Pink in your VHS. Steve must be getting drunk with his friends by now, dancing to Roxette or something like that. You popped a single popcorn in your mouth and you were about to press play but you were interrupted when glass knocking was heard from the sliding door to the garden.
You jumped up in fear, eyes widened as you quickly turned your head and saw Billy fucking Hargrove outside the doors. You blinked once, twice, three times. Wasnât he at Heatherâs party too? You stood up from your seat, blushing at your attire but he already saw you in it, no time to actually go change. You fixed your glasses at the bridge of your nose as you walked towards the doors to finally unlock them and open a side for him.
âWhat the fuck are you doing here Billy!â You almost screamed at him, but he raised his hands up in a surrender mode and chuckled at you.
âBy that yelling I am assuming your parents are still gone. Let me in, Iâm fucking freezing.â He walks past you and you scoff at the nerve of this man. You close the door and you see him looking around with his hands inside his black leather jacket. Your eyes trailed downwards for a second, taking in how tight his pants were, but you snapped out of it, walking around him so that you were facing him.
âWhat are you doing here?â You ask again and he simply shrugs, still looking all around your house.Â
âParty was lame as shit, and you said there was a movie night here tonight. That seemed far more interesting than Tommy trying to do a keg stand and falling onto it, breaking his nose.â He walks to the couch, sitting down on it and he immediately grabs the bowl of popcorn from the coffee table. Your mouth hangs open again at this, going to the couch and sitting down next to him.
âYouâ I donât need your pity.â You say to him, looking down at your hands as you played with the hem of the sleeves of your hoodie. He chuckles at that and shakes his head.
âSweetheart, I donât pity anyone. The party was really fucking boring.â He takes a popcorn in his mouth and he hums at the sweetness. You raise an eyebrow to look at him. You never thought Billy Hargrove would be on the sweet side of stuff. âSo, what are we watching?â
A smirk formed on your lips. He was gonna fucking hate it, thatâs what he gets for barging in your house.
Yetâ
âI fucking hated Duckie.â You were wide eyed at him. He had paid complete attention to the movie, even giving small commentary that he really liked the fact that the girl stood up for herself. He turns to look at you, a frown coming to his eyebrows. âWhat?âÂ
âI just⌠I didnât think you like this genre of movies.â You reply to him, a little bit nervous for some reason and he smiles at you and then looks back at the screen.
âI never watched one of these. They have a lot of plot, and theyâre interesting.â Your eyes sparkled in excitement and you grabbed his shoulder, which made him look at you alarmingly.
âYouâre in for a ride.â
Billy came back again the next day, taking the chance that Steve was out at Nancyâs for the night. He then sneaked into your room while Steve slept and you played Grease on your small TV and VHS that were on top of your dresser. He actually enjoyed it, but despised it because it was a musical. The next time, he actually came through the front door, and you both finally watched Sixteen Candles together. Now, Saturday Night, Steve was at Nancyâs for a family dinner and Billy was taking out two beers from the six pack he came with.
âI donât drinkâŚâ You say to him and he raises an eyebrow up at you.Â
âDaily or weekly, but you have tried alcohol. One beer is not going to kill you Sweetheart.â You nodded at that and you grabbed onto the can, sitting back down on the couch. You opened it as Billy walked towards you and plopped down with a huff, already taking a swig out of his can. You grimaced at yours and you took a tentative sip, lowering the can to look at him, completely disgusted by the taste and he simply threw his head back in laughter.
âDisgusting.â You say to him and he shrugs at you, sending a smile your way.
âItâs an acquired taste baby, you just keep drinking it, if you feel fuzzy you can leave it.â You felt your heart accelerate at him, feeling the butterflies exploding in your stomach. You didnât know when your relationship with Billy took a turn for the better, but he actually sends a smile your way this time when walking down the halls, he sometimes greets you when you pass by him in the hallways, like he is not making it seem like he doesnât know you.
So it was hard not to fall for him. It was undeniable at this point, and even if he was strong and mean, and an ultimate bully to everyone else, he comes here to your house, watches romantic comedies with you, eats popcorn with you, and you two talk about nonsense all evening. Nobody knows about this, and youâre happy to have this secret between the two of you. You can live in the fantasy a little bit longer.
âWhat did you bring?â You look at the cassette he got and you look at the front of it. You grimaced again and showed it to him. âThe terminator?âÂ
âClassic sweetheart, itâs an action movie, you gotta expand your movie knowledge a bit.â You didnât want to complain, it was the first time Billy suggested to watch something he likes, and in reality you were interested in knowing it, and hopefully like it the way he does.
News flash, you didnât like it.
âWhy are there so many guns?! It's unnecessary!â You complain, your beer gone and you do feel a little fuzzy but not too much. You just felt giddy. He laughed at your side and shook his head as he drank his second can.
âThatâs what action movies are, baby, they are irrational, little to nothing of plot, and shooting everywhere.â He says and you sigh at that, shaking your head. The room filled with silence as Billy looked forward, his smile slowly disappearing. âYou know why I come here often?â
You straightened at that, blinked with confusion as you turned to look at him. You frowned when you saw how serious he got, just out of nowhere, and your belly turned for him, not in a romantic way, but more of a worry kind of nervousness.Â
âBecause parties now bore you?â You ask him and he gives you one chuckle and then shakes his head, resting it on the backrest of the couch, looking at the ceiling.
âYou help me distract myself.â He took a deep breath in as you kept looking at him and you knew it was something he was having a hard time talking about. âThe day you saw me crying⌠I was actually afraid.âÂ
âWhat?â
âMy father⌠Letâs just say he hasâ a rough hand. Any slip up I make, I just get a punch out of it⌠Iâm just so angry all the time, so unlike my fucking self and who I actually am when I am at school. I just let out my anger towards people, because I cannot take it out on my own father.â You could see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and you knew he was trying to choke back tears as he talked. Your heart just knotted at seeing him like this, feeling helpless, not knowing what to actually tell him.
âBillyââ
âAnd you⌠I tried to be mean to you⌠And you actually had the guts that no one had at this school yet. Talk back to me.â His head turned to finally look at you again and your eyes burned at his confession. âI couldnât be mean to you⌠With you I canâ I can be calm, watch a movie, talk about how creepy that Creel house is and how we should sabotage itâ I mean, the only thing I talk with the people from school? Chicks, sex, cars, alcohol.âÂ
You couldnât help the small smile that appeared on your lips, turning your whole body to face him, your legs coming to rest on top of the couch too, bending them and resting your side on the backrest.Â
âWell, I am glad I could help in some way⌠My house is always open for you Billy.â His eyes were just staring into yours now, the only thing being heard in the room were your breaths, until he finally talked.
âCan I kiss you?âÂ
What?
There is no possible way you heard that from him. This is a dream, it has to be a dream. There is no way Billy Hargrove, your now friend, your crush, the guy you like has asked to actually kiss you. This only happens in movies, in books, and it never happens in real life, at least, not to you.Â
âW-Why would you want to kiss me?â And Billyâs features turned into saddened ones at your words. Donât you realize how beautiful you are? He straightened up on the couch, his body turning to face you as well as both of your hearts jumped out of your chest.
âWhy wouldnât I want to kiss you?â was his short answer. Your belly turned in pure nervousness now as your body grew a cold sweat. You never kissed anyone, and Billy seemed to know how to do it, and you were just too inexperienced. A flush came over all of your body as you fixed the glasses on the bridge of your nose and you looked down to avoid his gaze.
âIâ I neverââ You gulped, not being able to finish the phrase from how stupid it sounded. A warm hand was pressed on your cheek, making you lift your head up to look at him again, and you didnât realize how close he got to you, his blue eyes staring into yours.
âI ask you again⌠Can I kiss you?â And you finally give him a nod. You werenât going to miss this chance, not for one second. He still wants to kiss you despite you not knowing what you were getting yourself into. He smiled at you and grabbed onto your glasses, pulling them off your face and setting them on the coffee table. âThey were just going to get in the way.âÂ
You took a shaky breath in, his hand still on your cheek as he slowly leaned down towards you. You closed your eyes and his remained open to remember your features as he finally does what he has been wanting to do for the past weeks. At first it was a simple attraction of course, but he knew it was more than that, and he was scared as shit about it⌠But he never wanted someone as much as heâs been wanting you.
His lips connected with yours in a soft peck, brief, and you let a breath go out of your lips, only for another peck to land. Then another, then another that lingered there a bit more, and then the next one he just stayed there, and suddenly started moving his lips, guiding you as your heartbeat made you deaf in your ears. How do people do this and not faint at the spot?
The lip smacking was heard in the room as your hands finally were brave enough to travel, one scanning his bicep, the other one moving towards the back of his neck, feeling his skin under your fingertips. His free hand landed on your waist, not pressing too hard so that you know that he is being mindful of you. At this point, Billy would already be inside someone, satisfying his needs, but with you⌠He wasnât going to do that, at least not now, not yet, and that is if you let him.Â
He wants to take care of you.
He pulled away for a second, his lips touching yours still as your breathing mixed with one anotherâs in soft pants. You were feeling as if you were burning all over, not knowing what was happening with you. You never felt like this before, and maybe it has to do with the fact that not only was Billy good looking, but you also feel more than just friendship for him.
âYou okay?â You nod frantically at him, wanting more, giving him a peck on the lips making him chuckle in a low tone. âSorry baby, but I need more.âÂ
He suddenly pushed you back on the couch, crawling over you and you didnât even think, you just wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and he kept his bottom half away from yours, even if it pained him on his thighs from the strength he was doing to keep himself up. His lips connected with yours again, rougher this time, more desperate, the kiss suddenly turning into a very heated one as he suddenly licks your bottom lip a few times.
The butterflies in your belly explode as you open your mouth and his tongue finally slides in. You gasp at the feeling, your hands finding his biceps through his blouse, and you felt his chain hitting your neck at every movement. One hand was still gripping on your waist, while the other remained at your nape, pulling you deeper into the kiss.Â
You really canât believe this is happening, not to you, not with Billy, it doesnât make sense that he looked your way, it doesnât make sense that he actually wants to kiss you, not when he has Heather on his tail all the time, or Carol even if she is dating Tommy. Or Janet. You always hear them talking about him in the bathroom, always planning their move on him, and this feels you with a sense of power, with a sense of accomplishment and pride in yourself.Â
Your hands ran through his hair and he groaned into the kiss, and that ignited so many things inside of you that you never felt in your life, and you wanted to hear more of it. Billy was trying his best to keep himself in a hovering position with you, but he was finding it harder and harder to do so. He canât go on, at least not today when it was your first kiss. He didnât want to scare you, even if your urges were the same as his, because he could feel your need to pull him even closer.
The door suddenly clicked and both of your eyes snapped wide open, pulling away, looking at one another, panting heavily. Best scenario, it's your parents, and they would be thrilled that you actually, and finally, have someone over at your house⌠Now, worst case scenarioâ
âWhat the ACTUAL FUCK?!â You both sat up on the couch to look over at Steve, who was standing there in the living room, wide eyed, and his face reddened bit by bit. Shit.
âSteveââ You started talking but he raised his hand at you, to then point a finger at Billy.
âGet the fuck off my sister.â You wanted to roll your eyes at this, because why is he acting all protective now? You finally got some action in your fucking life and he wants to take it away from you.
âI donât think she wants me to leave.â Billy dares to say, glaring at your brother who took a look at the coffee table, seeing the cans of beer. His mind started racing, and Billy followed his gaze, his mouth opening to talk but Steve was running up the stairs already. Your eyes widened and you pushed Billy off, standing up quickly and urging him to do the same.
âYou have to leave!â You were trying to push Billy towards the front door but his feet were still planted against the floor with a frown to his face, and your head snapped to the stairs to see Steve running back down with his baseball bat in his hands. Billyâs eyes widen when Steve starts to approach him with a swinging motion.
âTaking fucking advantage of my sister is something I wonât take from you Hargrove, so get the fuck out of my house before I crush your skull in!âÂ
âShit, Harringtonâ Fucking listen for a secondââ Steveâs baseball bat hits the backrest of the couch, and you could see the dent of the wooden under it that he created. Billy ripped himself off you and gave you a look as if asking if you were okay.
âIâll talk to him, you go.â You tell him and he gulps, looking back at Steve with a threatening look on his face which Steve only scoffed at.
âIâll talk to you later.â Billy says with a small squeeze to your hand as he walks out of the house, passing by Steve. Your brother follows him to the front door and he doesnât walk back inside until Billy drives away with his Camaro. After the roaring engine can be heard in the distance, Steve slams the door shut, throwing the bat at the floor and stomping back into the living room where you were standing there with a glare on your eyes as if you were about to kill him.
âWhen I saw his fucking car out in front of the house I thought it was a stupid coincidence, and I come in here to see you about to have sex with the sluttiest man in the goddamn school! What are you thinking!?â You frown in anger at that, stepping towards him.
âI am his friend! I wasnât going to have sex with him, and he wasnât taking fucking advantage of me! I drank ONE beer, ONE!â You yell back at him and he fake laughs as he runs his hand over his face.
âThe first time you have a guy in this house, and it is Billy FUCKING Hargrove. The one guy that I am fighting with for Captain at our basketball team, the one guy that gives me the hardest fucking time of my life at the moment, and you want me to just accept that he wants to be with you because he WANTS TO?â Your chest hurt at those words, your own coming out in soft stutters at Steveâs blind rage.
âHe even asked me if I wanted to, and I said yesââ
âGod, you cannot be this fucking stupid! He hates me, makes my life a living hell, and you seriously think that he is a nice guy!? You really think there is no ulterior motive!?â He yelled at you and his words were stabbing you in every part of your body, your head already spinning from how harsh he was being with you.
âWhy? Is it impossible that he actually wants to be with me?â You try to say loudly at him, even if your fingers start to feel numb. He scoffed at that, looking at you.
âYes, and I donât think you are dumb enough to not see that.â He was referring to so many other things, and it was regarding Billyâs persona, in Billyâs actions, in his rivalry with him⌠And when he saw your tear rolling down your face, his anger evaporated as if water was being thrown at him.
âOkayâŚâ Was your defeated response. You turned around to retrieve your glasses from your coffee table and Steve winced, clenching his eyes tightly together as pain rushed through his body.Â
âThat wasnât what I meantâ Hey, listen to me, I really didnât mean it to sound like thatââ But you werenât listening, putting the cassettes back into their cases and turning off the TV. You grabbed them and walked past him, going up into your room. Steve stood there, knowing he hurt you once again, not knowing what to do but run a hand through his hair, cursing under his breath as he started pacing back and forth.
He didnât mean it to sound like no guy would want you, he didnât mean it at all like that, yet the words coming out of his mouth betrayed him, completely. He doesnât know how to make it up to you, because if he had given you the chance to go to the parties with him when you asked in your freshman year, many times, and told you yes instead of no, you would have more experiences, you might even have friends. If only he had let you come out of your room at his own parties when you asked him, almost begged him to let you participate, but he declined each time. Then in your sophomore year, you didnât ask anymore, just accepted that he wasnât going to tell you anymore about them, and you automatically locked the door whenever he hosted a party.Â
This year, he tried to invite you, many times. You always declined. You didnât even want to eat dinner with him, and he knows you want to leave the house as soon as possible thanks to him. Even with your parents. For the past two years he had been so blind because of his fatherâs approval and the one of all the students in Hawkins High that he didnât notice how your parents didnât ask you stuff at dinner. All questions were always directed to him. He noticed this year, and he tried to tell them you had nailed your exams, and the only thing you got from your father was âAs she should.â
He was the cause of who you were now. Not at all the bubbly and animated girl that asked him to raise her up like an airplane in their backyard, not at all the small girl that put makeup on him pretending she was a stylist, not at all the middle school girl that got excited to see him whenever she got home from school to tell him about what she learned that day.Â
He walked up the stairs and raised his hand to knock on your door, only to hear soft sobs on the other side, muffled. He wonders if you had also cried when he denied you all those times. He doesnât know how to even make it up to you. He doesnât know if he even can.Â
So the next day, when you didnât come out of your room, he let you have your alone time. Now on Monday he tried knocking on your door, only to receive the notice that you felt sick. He tried walking in but your door was completely locked. His eyebrows twitched and his mind had come up with a plan. A plan he will terribly hate. A plan that might end up badly for him. But itâs what he deserves for what he did to you.Â
Billy looked everywhere for you, and even asked Barbara Holland where you could be. She told him that she hadnât seen her at Science that day either, so his best guess was that you had skipped school. His jaw clenched when he asked other people about you and some of them didnât even know what you looked like. He waited for the bell to ring, and he was going to tumble Steve down if he had to in order to see you. He didnât care.
But when he walked out of the school doors to rush to his Camaro, he was surprised to see Steve Harrington sitting on his trunk with his arms crossed. Billyâs eyes hardened at the sight, walking towards him, tilting his head in question at the brown haired boy who was looking at Billy with a mix of emotions behind his eyes.
âHarrington. Get off my fucking car.â He says and Steve gulps as he looks to the side.
âI fucked up.â At that Billyâs eyebrows turned into a frown, but his fists started clenching as Steve kept talking, telling him everything, everything he did to you, and what he had said to you that night when Billy left.Â
While this was happening, you were combing your hair after the shower you took while sitting on your bed. You had taken a shower because you were greasy from yesterday already, and you really didn't want to get up, but you didnât have a choice. Ever since Steve said that, you didnât have the guts to actually call Billy because at some far away place in your mind, it made sense.Â
You were invisible, and suddenly you were noticed? It doesnât sound real.Â
So maybe it wasnât. Maybe it really was to get into your pants to mess with your brother, and that was honestly the most reasonable explanation for it. You frowned when you heard the door open downstairs, your door was left open so you could hear some drawers being open, to then hear steps coming up the stairs. Your eyes widened when you saw Steve slamming himself against the door frame of your room.
His eye was completely inflamed from a punch received to the face, his nose was bleeding and he was holding some ice covered in a rug to soak the blood in it. From what you could see, his lip was busted as well and his breathing was coming out of his mouth, almost in a pant.
âSteve, what happened?â Even in your hatred for him, seeing him this way made your heart fill with worry, pushing all of the other feelings aside. You were about to rise from the bed until Steve raised his hand up at you.
âI deserved it.â He looked towards the hallway and your eyes widened when you saw Billy coming into view, a pack of frozen peas on his right hand, his eyes glaring at Steve as he passed by him and into your room. His eyes turned to yours and you couldnât help but look up at him, completely stunned. Steve groans and closes the door for you two as he heads downstairs.Â
âWhat⌠Did youâŚ?â You stutter as you sit back on your bed, seeing Billyâs injured hand as he sat on your bed too, nodding as he looked at you.
âI sure as hell did. Fucker deserved it. He told me everything, from the very beginning, and also what he said to you on Saturday night right after I left.â You feel your face flush with embarrassment and you look down at your hands again. You are not understanding what is going on, nor why Steve would go and tell your life story to Billy. âThough I have to say⌠Your brother does care for you.â You scoff at that.
âRight. Like he cared for me the past two years.â You reply with venom in your voice and you feel Billy scoot closer to you.
âHe knows. He knows what he did to you. Your freshman year was the punch on the eye, your sophomore year was on his lip⌠And what he said on Saturday was the one on the nose.â He lets out a chuckle and you feel mixed emotions to that. You were happy that he defended your honor, but Steve was still your brother and you didnât want physical harm to come to him.
âDonât punch him again⌠Please.â You slowly looked up at Billy and his blue eyes were already looking at you. Your heart rate picked up the longer he stared at you.
âDo you really believe what he said to you that night?â He asks you, a small worried tone behind his voice. You feel yourself gulp and you look away in embarrassment or nervousness, you no longer know.
âIâ After years of feeling this way, it was a very possible scenario.â You say to him in a low voice, your fingers playing with each other. You see him put the bag of peas away, and his hands look for yours. You look down to see his right hand completely bruised up, some skin completely chipped off on his knuckles. You gasp at that and his hold gets stronger on you, making you look up at him. He was closer now, making your breathing get stuck in your throat.Â
âHow can I prove to you that I want you? How can I prove to you that I like you, that I like you very much that I drive myself insane with this fucking feeling, because god knows I am not good with relationshipsâŚâ For the first time you see a blush come to his cheeks, and his gaze looks down at your connected hands, like how you do when you get nervous. âBut I wanna try that with you.âÂ
Your heart leapt out of your mouth almost, not truly believing what was happening, but the bruised knuckles made it more real, the blush on his cheeks made you realize it was no dream at all. This man in front of you wants you, despite it all, and you both have so many broken pieces to pick up inside one another, but you figure that you can help each other. You can mend his heart back, as he can mend yours.
âI think⌠The first step would be a dateâŚâ You say to him almost in a whisper and he chuckles as he looks up at you. He squints slightly at that as if in thought as your smile grows on your face while looking at him.
âI have an idea for it. I think they are showcasing the new Rambo movie.â He says to you with a smirk to his face and your mouth fell open at that, shaking your head.
âI am not watching an action movie on our first date!â He chuckles at that, his face coming closer to yours slowly, and you feel magnetized to him as you both leaned into one another.Â
âOh, I bet you prefer the one where the bad boy goes for the intelligent and perfect girl, that genre, right?â You squint at him, pretending to be offended by his words.
âDonât act like you donât like those movies Hargrove.â At that he chuckles, his left hand snaking to the back of your neck to pull you closer to him, a soft breath hitting your lips as he talks.
âI might have a thing for romance.â His lips touched yours again, and you smiled through the kiss, your own hands resting on the back of his head to pull him deeper into the kiss, to taste him even better. Your lips moved along with his, taking in eachotherâs breaths, bodies coming closer at each second.
âDonât fuck my sister, I draw the line there. Not today, not with me here.â You both heard Steveâs voice behind the door, making Billy groan in annoyance and pull away from you to glare at the door as the steps could be heard and another door closes down the hallway.
âI am punching him again.â Billy says and you were glaring at the door too.
âMy turn.â
A/N: Well shit, I hope you enjoyed. IT TURNED OUT TO BE A ONE SHOT.
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Go to therapy or read another fan fiction of your favorite fictional character?
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Princess treatment only - MultiMuse x Fem!Reader
Pairing: Multimuse x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Not many, some mentions of killing, but nothing graphic. Kind of fluffy
Type: HCâs
Request: N/A
Word Count: N/A
Prompt: Some HCâs as to how the muses would give the reader the princess treatment.
Notes: I donât know where I was going with this, but this is mainly fluff, maybe sometime Iâll spice it up. I just had to get my writing juice brewing. Not proofread at all just go.
Jason Voorhees: Honestly, would treat you like a princess regardless. Will pick flowers for you when heâs outside. Always lets you borrow his flannels. Always walks in front of you to make sure thereâs no danger, but looks back constantly to make sure thereâs no danger behind you?? lmao. You wonât ever have to lift a finger when youâre with him. Literally at your beck and call. Will try his best not to kill in front of you, but sometimes it just ?? happens lol. Tries to be soft when touching you because youâre literally the most perfect thing that has ever crossed his path.
Michael Myers: Is your literal bodyguard. Will follow you anywhere and everywhere, you might as well call him your shadow. Lets you hug him and climb onto his lap whenever. Wonât hug you back yet, working on it. Nobody comes near you, no exceptions. Sorry. Stares at you most of the time. Canât say it, but youâre literally flawless to him. Will use his body as a shield for you. Would kill anything for you. Eventually learns to put his palm against your cheek and thatâs his second greatest accomplishment, the first being bagging you, literally and figuratively.
Tiffany Valentine: You wonât ever have to worry about a thing when youâre with her. Always gets her hands dirty for you. Lots of cheek and neck kisses. Praises your looks all the time. She will always brag about you whether itâs what you do, how you look, anything and everything. She would always make sure you have the latest clothes. Sheâd make sure you always had your staple make up pieces available. When it comes to killing, sheâd get creative, that way you guys will never have literal blood on your hands, especially you, never you.
Billy Loomis: Lots of nicknames. Kinda only has a soft spot for you. Can never ever tell you no and stick to it. Wonât hesitate to kill anyone who makes fun of him for this. Drives you everywhere. Ties your shoes. Always makes time for you. Will help you pick out your outfits and tell you which one he likes and which one he doesnât. Will wear the bracelets you make him. Anything in his closet is yours, help yourself. Always touching you, holding your hand, holding your waist, youâve infatuated him enough to have him carelessly cover you in soft kisses, laying his head on your shoulder. Kinda creative with dates tbh.
Stu Macher: You will forever be his princess. Will carry you across puddles. Lots of cheek and forehead kisses. Would learn how to paint your nails for you during class. Always makes sure you have a good grade on your exam, whether he has to swap out the papers after class or make sure you get the right answers, you can absolutely count on him. You donât have to use your brain around him, no worries. Thinks you look adorable in his sweaters, especially oversized. Loves when you sit on his lap. Prioritizes you over anything and everything. Even if you donât like horror movies, Stu would absolutely find something else for you to watch.
Patrick Bateman: Honestly, when he falls in love with you, itâs princess treatment only. Will give you a skin care routine and help you follow through with it. Kind of makes you feel dumb, but not like a stupid dumb, more like a âoh dear sweet baby you are a little dumb but pretty, but dumb, let me help youâ Same thing if you fall asleep with your makeup on, Patricks on the way with the micellar makeup remover. Will speak up for you if you donât like a service, he wonât be mean about it unless he has to. Always makes sure youâre hydrated (also part of your skin care routine). You will be a housewife/girlfriend. Feel free to splurge, you are his trophy princess after all. Will take you anywhere you want. Will make things up for you if he has to be at work late.
Leatherface: I donât ever see a scenario where Bubba does not treat his s/o like a princess. Itâs like part of the deal. Either way, expect wild flowers all the time. Itâs his favorite thing to do for you. He even makes you a vase and makes sure your flowers are always fresh. Will literally die and kill for you without any hesitation. At his knees for you. Bubba will crawl to you across pins and needles if you asked him to. Heâs always making sure youâre comfortable and safe, never hungry or in your mind for too long. Melts at your touch. Would learn how to dance just to dance to your favorite songs. Always gets awestruck with you.
Harley Quinn: Will absolutely take you anywhere you want, no matter how random it is. Always dazed when looking at you. Keeps pictures of you all dressed up in her bag or car or wherever she goes. Selina gave her a heart shaped locket once and yeah, you guessed it, the cutest picture of you is in there. Doesnât hesitate to shoot any man for you. Leaves your face covered in red kisses. She would do anything to make you laugh. Anything you want, itâs yours! Just point at it.
Poison Ivy: Pamela will always spoil you, regardless of how you act. Youâve heard of people growing gardens for their s/o, she would grow forests for you. Sheâs the most gentle with you, gentle caresses and soft kisses. Paints your nails, brushes your hair while adding flowers into the locks. Always admires dressing you up and putting make up on you. Almost never wants you to leave. Slow dances with you. Sheâd do anything to keep you out of danger. You think Michael is a good bodyguard? Pamela is the bodyguard.
Bruce Wayne: hhnnnngh. Ok. No but you are the Princess Wayne. Spoiling you rotten goes without saying. Anything your little heart desires is yours. Helps you get dressed. His favorite is helping you with your stockings. Gentle kisses everywhere. Brushes your hair. Lifting you up constantly when thereâs a crack in the pavement. Always the driver. Your safety is always first, always. No because whatever you want means whatever you want, which is why there are hello kitty plushies scattered across the Wayne manor. Youâve somehow managed to get your own cozy theater in there too. Princess treatment also means Bruce having to lay back just a teeny bit on Batman just to guard you too while you sleep.
Jason Todd: nmmnnmf YES. I donât see him treating his s/o any other way. Lots of pet names. Loooves to help you get dressed. Sits you on the counter as he cooks. Never lets you out of his sight. Anything you want itâs yours. Always buying you cute socks and letting you wear his clothes. Forehead kisses. Oh man itâs so disgusting how much Jason loves his princess. Always taking pictures of you, no matter the angle. Would 1000000% tie bows into your hair if you asked.
Billy Hargrove: Honestly if heâs in love with you, princess treatment is granted. Always giving you his jackets, especially when you wear skirts or dresses out. Lifting you over mud and puddles. Subtle kisses on the head while youâre out. Body guard mode activated. He kinda becomes your shadow, appearing out of nowhere and greeting you with a kiss on the forehead. Ties your shoes without asking. Wiping any tears or smeared makeup off your face. Winks at you all the timeee.
Steve Harrington: Kind of similar to Stu, he always makes sure you pass your class. Poor princess doesnât use her brain in school, too busy trying to stay awake. Always gives you his jacket, even if you donât want to wear it, heâll wrap it around you. Finds any excuse to carry you or pick you up. So affectionate. Kisses on the cheek, lips, forehead. Sometimes he will miss and kiss your eye but ugh itâs so fucking cute. Only has eyes for you. Tying your shoes, putting your socks on, literally just dressing you in general is a must. Literally will take you wherever you want, whenever. Drops everything when you call. Such a sucker with the nicknames for you.
Steve Rogers: Ugh another one. Think of him as a body guard who you get to kiss and sit on his lap. Always drops everything to make sure youâre okay. Cannot take his eyes off of you. So smooth with the reassurance. Kisses on the forehead constantly. Always tucks you in. Would help you bathe if you asked. Pulls you onto his lap every time you both sit down. Whatever you want, youâll get. If he canât do it, heâll find a way. Cups your face in his hands when you cry, kisses your tears away. Ugh heâs your literal teddy bear, if you donât like to be smothered? Pick another muse.
Bucky Barnes: Similar to Steve, heâs your shadow, but heâs a little more ⌠upfront with it. Heâs constantly wrapping an arm around you, eyeing anyone whoâs eyeing you. Heâs so gentle if youâre sensitive. Kissing your cheek is his favorite. Always lingering his fingertips around your crevices. Makes sure youâre never hungry. Always up before you are. Lets you sleep in. If you fight, he will never raise his voice at you. Ready to carry you if youâre too tired to keep walking around. Slow dances with you just because. Heâs always worried for you, making sure youâre okay, youâre not sick or hungry. Pet names with him are a must.
Loki Laufeyson: Okkkk and in what situation did you ever think loki was not going to give you the princess treatment??? You are literal Princess Laufeyson. Though he, and Sebastian maybe, are the only ones who can probably, maybe, say no to you, if you pout enough maybe heâll come to a compromise with you. He never wants to upset you though. Would literally wipe out a small world for you. Or a few. Ok even betray anyone for you. Always cleaning your smeared makeup, fixing your hair, wiping you because you spilled your drink. Heâs so devoted to you, im going to throw up. He devours you with his eyes from a distance, youâre never leaving his sight.
Cloud Strife: Ugh ok. Literal bodyguard, as heâs hired to be at times. At your beck and call, though heâd never admit it. Such a sucker and can never say no to you. Though it may take time, he can start calling you âbabyâ âsweet girlâ âloveâ heâs so infatuated with you and doesnât know how to handle it. Your safety is his priority. Always listens to you ramble on and on. Brings you flowers for no reason other than he was thinking of you. Heâs such a sucker for you. Follows you everywhere.
Sebastian Michaelis: Heâs probably the most tame out of everyone but that doesnât mean heâs not a sucker. There are rules heâs willing to bend for you, literally willing to kill anyone that has the slightest interest in hurting you. Always makes sure youâre fed and if you want a sweet treat, heâs on it. Listens to you talk, even if itâs silly. Dances with you almost every night. Heâs so graceful with it. Dressing you and feeding you is his favorite but he might throw in a few teases âpoor sweet baby, you havenât woken up yet to tell your left foot from your rightâ as you rub your eyes with the wrong shoes on. Of course heâs willing to help, even if he has the idea that you do this on purpose, he's more than happy to oblige.
Spencer Reid: Though his job wouldnât encourage it, he still drops almost everything to answer you. Always finds a way to share time with his job and his attention to you. Reads to you all the time, whether in person or over the phone. Heâs always making comparisons of you being the princess in most fictional stories that you both come across. Heâs so gentle with you. Caresses your face all the time. You lay your head on his lap or sit on his lap as he reads away. Always making sure to keep up with your well-being before his own. Would 10000% pick up a habit of writing you little notes or picking flowers for you or taking Polaroids or something to remind you of your everlasting presence in his mind.
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đâ´đ. six / đžđđđâŻ. steve harrington, billy hargrove, jonathan byers
twitter p links ! / male & female reader ! / vol. seven !
STEVE HARRINGTON
01. in the break room of family video ( male reader )
02. fucking one of the âfreaksâ in an empty classroom ( fem reader )
03. taking you in his car during lunch ( fem reader )
04. he wants to get as deep as possible ( male reader )
BILLY HARGROVE
01. he thinks you moaning and crying his name while your knees are pressed to your chest is the best thing ever ( male reader )
02. passenger princess ( fem reader )
03. him fucking you soft for a change ( male reader )
04. he wonders how many orgasm he can pull from you in one night ( fem reader )
bonus. this video is just billy vibes
JONATHAN BYERS
01. everybody assumes youâre the top and jonathan bottoms. but both of you know that isnât right. ( male reader )
02. riding him right after you wake up ( male reader )
03. letting you use him ( fem reader )
04. heâs been thinking about you nonstop ( fem reader )
my first multi-character vers!! đ jason, eddie, and hopper next? do we want a girls vers? also i did this in like under an hour, motivation and energy were present đđ˝ can yâall tell im in my stranger things era again?
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I desperately need crazy unhinged bossgirl woman and their pathetic man representation. And by that I mean intelligent, ambitious, unhinged, disgustingly educated but hyperfeminine, that knows how to fight magnifically and are mad science smart queens that would do what is needed to get what they want and need, and their husband/boyfriend supporting and following them around like lovesick puppies.
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Lipstick Stains
Billy Hargrove x Harrington FemReader
Summary: There has been some new gossip floating through Hawkins High. The gossip being that Billy has a lipstick stain that just so happens to match a certain girl's iconic shade.
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You were a Harrington. You had a certain standing that you had to keep cause of the expectations of your parents. One of those expectations were not making out with Billy Hargrove in his car in the back of the school parking lot during lunch. But your parents were never home so you didn't really give a damn.
"Billy we have to go back into the school at some point." You said releasing your lips from his. As you tried to pull back he pulled you in for another quick kiss.
"Oh come on, we don't have to." He smirked to you.
"Listen Mr. Bad Boy, I know you don't like school but I have a test." You said to him. He gave you a small pout at your response to which you just laughed at him. "You also messed up my lipstick." You said as you flipped the visor down to use the mirror to reapply your dark red lipstick.
"That's not the only thing I can mess up." He joked. You just gave him the look, he knew the look. It didn't need a name.
"Well Hargrove I have to get going." You brought yourself close to kiss his neck then up to the apple of his freckled cheeks. You collected you things to go back into the school before the bell. Before you shut the door you look back at Billy to see the two kiss marks that you left on him. You just smiled at him.
"Love ya, see you later." You said then shut the door to go to the school.
Billy continued with his day like usual. Thinking that nothing would go out of the ordinary. He knew he was hot shit so people were staring at him as perusal but he didn't know what they were staring at. In each class he had stares his way, to which he had to tell some off for looking too long.
"Nice job man." Tommy Hagan laughed as he patted his back. Billy was just confused about what he was talking about but he continued as nothing was wrong. The bell rang through the halls to signal that the school day was over. Billy made his way to the doors top the parking lot to leave when he saw a certain Steve Harrington staring him down from his locker.
"You got a problem Harrington?" He asked.
"Yeah, not with you though." Steve replied slamming his locker shut to go find a certain sister of his. Billy didn't know that, he was just confused and thought nothing of it. He finally was able to make it to his Camaro to wait for Max. Students around him were still looking at him. Some girls looking in distaste, not at him but at the kiss marks on his cheeks. Some guys were just laugh in congrats to him. Billy just wanted to get the hell out and get Max home so he can go see his girlfriend. Billy looked over to see a certain red head making her way over to his car.
"Get in shit-bird, I got places to be." He said as he got in the drivers seat while Max got in the passenger seat. She just stared at him, more than she would usually. Which is not at all. Billy glanced at her a few times.
"What?" He asked annoyed with her staring.
"What's on your face?" She asked. Billy was confused until he thought back to lunch. He grabbed his sun visor to look himself in the mirror to see the two kiss marks on him. Just as he thought, one on his cheek and the other on his neck. He just laughed what he was looking at.
"Well that explains a Lot." He sighed starting his car to drive away.
Later that day Billy was able to make it to the Harrington house hold. Instead of parking down the street, he parked in the driveway. Instead of climbing through the window of his girlfriends bedroom, he simply knocked the front door of her house. Which, unfortunately, the other Harrington answered. He and Steve just stared at one another for a moment.
"Hargrove."
"Harrington."
"What are you doing here?"
"I think you know why exactly I'm here, or you don't."
"I do know why you're here." Steve stated sternly.
"Then tell me, why am I here?" Billy gabbed at him with a smirk playing on his face.
"Can you guys stop having a dick measuring contest for once." Your voice was heard in a very much over it tone. "Get out of here Steve."
"But-" You stopped him from continuing.
"Eh, I don't wanna hear any more then I already have. You're being a Buttface." You sassed at him. "Now I would like to talk to my boyfriend."
Steve just rolled his eyes and sighed. Walking away from his enemy and his sister in the same door way. You turn your head back to Billy with a grin on your face.
"So what are you doing here, handsome."
"Well, I am here to see my girlfriend that I have to have a small chat about." His voice going a slight octave lower. Something that you loved.
"And what do you have to chat about?" You stilled teased at him.
"Well I made out with this gorgeous woman at lunch, and after I thought my day would go by like usual. But I had people staring at me all day. I didn't know why until I looked into the mirror to find that the exact pretty girl I was kissing left some marks on me." He explained to you. "Now I am at said pretty girls house to get a reason why she did that."
"Well I think she just wanted to have a bit of fun with you, if you ask me."
"Well as much as I love that, I think I would love to have some fun with her right now."
"Well you'er gonna have to wait on that, handsome." You said." Big Bro ain't to happy with me, I've been getting an ear full for the past hour."
"I can wait." He reassured. "I will always wait for you, gorgeous." You just smiled at him and dragged him into your house.
"Is he staying long?" Steve's distant voice was heard.
"Shut up Steve." You yelled out to him. "Like I said, ear full all day."
You and Billy just laughed at the situation. But at least you both can enjoy each others company in the end.
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I hope y'all enjoyed this. Sorry if it is short. I know I haven't been to active, writing wise, lately. I'm trying to get through school right now.
I will try to get more out for Boots and Trumpets, and Practically Magic later.
Thank you for reading.
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Stranger Things Preferences
Their Pet Name for you.
(Featuring: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove, Jonathan Byers, Dmitri Antonov, Jim Hopper, Alexei, Murray Bauman, Robin Buckley, Argyle, Henry/001)
Warnings: Mentions of sex. This blog is 18+ Minors do not interact.
A/N: My first preference! There will be quite a few of these across quite a few fandoms so if you'd like to be tagged in future preferences or future stranger things posts please let me know in the comments! :) Also any Russian is taken straight from google translate so pre-apologies if I have butchered it! Enjoy!
Steve Harrington
Steve keeps his pet names quite generic, baby, babe, sweetheart. It's not so much the names he uses but how he says them. Most of the time he's most comfortable using the shortened version of your name or nickname he has for you, but the amount of affection he would put into it would make you melt. If he's being especially flirtatious you'd even occasionally get doll. He doesn't miss the effect it has on you when he calls you that.
Eddie Munson
Eddie is as theatrical with his pet names as he is with anything else in life. He loves to call you princess, especially during Hellfire meetings when he can incorporate you into his campaign. I think Eddie would switch between a few pet names to try to keep it interesting, baby, sunshine, sweetheart. It doesn't matter what he calls you it never fails to give you butterflies. Let's not pretend that if you two are hanging out in his trailer while you joke around and play air guitar together that he doesn't call you his little Rockstar.
Billy Hargrove
Billy's pet names for you depend on two things; his mood, and who you are around. In public you're only getting the less heartfelt pet names, he refers to you as his girl a lot in front of other people. Not only does he love the small smile it brings to your face but it also feeds into his possessive side, knowing that everyone knows you are his. When you two are alone and have been together for a while, Billy finally shoes a softer side of himself. He will compliment you a lot and attach all sort of pet names to those compliments, baby, sugar, sweet thing, still loving to resort to calling you his girl. You're mad at him and he's trying to make it up to you? Get ready for him to bargain his way back into your arms, wrapping his arms around you as he whispers in your ear, "Come on sweetheart, you know you can't stay mad at me."
Jonathan Byers
This soft, shy, adorable baby will probably be hesitant to use pet names for a long time. I honestly doubt you would hear them until you two begin to get intimate and he's too lost in the moment to think about what he's saying. He's pussy drunk and rambling into your neck, pet names would all be soft and sweet while he's chasing his high, beautiful and sweetheart would be at the top of his list. Getting high in his room? This sweet man would be telling you how you're his sunshine, rambling on in his delirium about how you light up his life.
Dmitri Antonov
While this man's English is very good, he still prefers to use pet names in Russian. There's something about the way he looks at you with his intense gaze as he slips back into his native tongue that just turns you into an absolute puddle. His favourites include кОŃонОк (kitten) and ĐźĐžŃ ĐťŃĐąĐžĐ˛Ń (my love). The thought of this man holding you while you curl up in bed for the night, arms wrapped around you while he whispers endearing words in Russian into your ear is enough to bring butterflies to your stomach.
Jim Hopper
Let's not pretend like for a goooooooood while this man affectionately refers to you as kid even if you are barely a few years younger than him. He's a tough shell of a man that will refuse to open up or show his feelings for a long time, but when he does you realise its worth the wait. He doesn't throw around pet names and words of endearment a lot as he prefers to save them for moments when he feels it's right. When it's just the two of you and you're sharing a soft moment, sometimes referring to you as darling in his softer moments. Occasionally you might even get a cheeky baby.
Alexei
Another Russian baby, this adorable man will always call you pet names in Russian, it doesn't matter how much his English has improved. It just means more to him coming from his native tongue. His regular go to include гОНŃĐąŃ (Dove) and ПиНŃĐš (Darling). Although, Murray taught him how Americans us Pumpkin as a term of endearment as a way to screw with you both and now it's one of Alexei's favourite things to call you. Jokes on Murray because seeing Alexei's face light up as he reaches for you and calls you pumpkin is enough to fall even more in love with him.
Murray Bauman
I feel like Murray cannot find it in himself to call you soft names to start off with. He's still confused by the fact that you even want to be with him, he's not going to possibly embarrass himself further using some pet names that might cross some invisible line he's set up for himself. He refers to as lady a lot, or another unique name that fits your looks of personality. Once this man is comfortable and more secure in your relationship I think the names would still stay light and not too sensitive. You would definitely get honey a lot, I don't think Murray would be able to resist yelling through the house when he gets home, "Honey, I'm home!"
Robin Buckley
Robin would also keep her pet names generic just like her bestie Steve, but less out of originality and more just to play it safe. Robin would have some insecurities going into a relationship after all the careful steps she took just to get to where you two are now. She is hesitant at first to say the wrong thing so she sticks to a lot of sweetheart and babe. One day you were spending time together and she slipped up and called you buttercup. She panicked for a second worrying what you would think of the nickname, but seeing your smile wiped all of those worries away and it became one of her favourite pet names so far.
Argyle
Okay so we all know this cutie is not going to call you any conventional pet names unless he's sober which is not very often. You're going to get a lot of my dude and bro but he does really mean it affectionately with you. Other than that you're definitely going to get a lot of made up names that mean absolutely nothing but to him they mean a lot; wicked lady, cream puff, anything. He would totally refer to you as "my queen" when he lets you into the van which he refers to as your chariot. Your favourite pet name would be the time he said, "My pretty girl is gonna get all the pizza she wants" he couldn't understand your reaction as you couldn't think of what to say next after hearing Argyle call you his pretty girl.
Henry/001
I whole heartedly believe this man would refer to you as pet. He does mean it endearingly but he also can't resist how you scrunch your nose up at hearing the teasing term. He also uses a lot of "My little..." whether it be bird, bunny, dove. He constantly feels the need to protect you and he shows that in his terms of endearment by referring to you as small and innocent. I know this man would call you his good girl, and you will have to pry that thought out of my cold dead hands.
A/N: Hope you guys like this! Reminder that if you want to be tagged in future Stranger things posts or other preferences to let me know in the comments and ill create a tags list :)
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Y'all literally write fanfics like you're men. How is it that in your own fantasy world, you're not getting pleasure from it? With every reader x character, it's you pleasuring the character. Women write fanfics like how men view porn.
You're so feminist that even in your own fantasies, you think that you are ugly and that this character would never want you. So unless they're degrading, using, and beating you. That's the only true way you think that they could ever desire you.
I'm not even going to get started on the of-age-reader x underage characters because if I need to tell you why that's wrong, you need to be put on a watch list.
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Sitting On Their Lap
Eddie:Â "Woah-" He'd chuckle. Immediately, his hands instinctively went to your waist, sitting you down on his thighs completely. "You're being cute again.." He'd tease, smiling warmly in your direction as his hands slipped down towards your thighs, gently rubbing up and down your sides lovingly
Gareth:Â Heâd smile and immediately put his arm around you, pulling you a bit closer as his other hand slides down your hip. Heâd love your hair in his face and your warmth against him.
Steve:Â He'd definitely be surprised at first. He'd chuckle softly before wrapping his arms around your hips and pulling you a little closer against him. Then he'd look at you with a cheeky smile. "Now, what do we have here?"
Robin:Â she'd have a surprised/flushed look on her face until she realized it was you. After that, she would wrap her arms around you and pull you closer. She'd ask, "And what is this for?"
Nancy:Â Sheâd gasp and be surprised, but then, sheâd smile. She'd wrap her arms around your waist and pull you against her chest, and bury her face into your hair.
Jonathan:Â âHey woah, hi to you too, love.â Heâd smile up at you, his hands landing on your hips before theyâd wrap gently around your torso, securing your position on his lap in place. Heâd let out a content sigh from your proximity, taking comfort in your weight on top and pressing closer against you. âWhatâd I do to earn the honor of being used as your personal chair?â
Argyle:Â He immediately stopped what he was doing and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close so your back was pressed tightly against his chest. He could feel the heat radiating from you. âHey.â He said with a grin.
Billy:Â He was surprised a bit but smiled at you. He wrapped his muscular arms around your body and pulled you close into a hug, his muscular chest pressed against your back. "Hey, you." He said and chuckled softly in your ear. He let one hand wander down your side until it rested on your thigh.
Henry:Â He would be surprised first and look at you with a suprised expression, but after that it would probably just make him smile as he would wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He might also bury his face into your hair and place a small kiss on your neck.
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healing
billy hargrove x gn!reader
word count: 5,445
warnings: swearing, smoking, mentions of past trauma (starcourt), slight sexual innuendos??
a/n: hi! remember when i made you do a poll for my 1k celebration? and one bed with billy won? well this is that fic! i'm sorry it took so long to get here, but school was kicking the ever loving shit out of me. anyways, i really hope you like it. it's a little different than other fics i've written, but i think that's a good thing. just for context, this is post the end of season three, with billy and hopper being okay and jopper being in full swing. i think that's all i wanted to say. thanks again for 1k followers. that's still so wild to me. i love you. and billy loves you too <333
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November 1985
âNo.â
âWhat do you mean no? You just fought an interdimensional being, donât you want a vacation?âÂ
Lucas wipes both hands down his face, flopping down on the arm of the couch beside where Max sits with El between her knees, tying off one of the two braids sheâs trying to make.Â
âMax, can you help me? Please?â Lucas has been arguing about this for fifteen minutes.Â
She rolls her eyes, but looks up from her work nonetheless. âBilly.â
The man in question crosses his arms, locking eyes with the redhead. âMaxine.â
Max finishes Elevenâs braid and she hops up to join Will where heâs working on a puzzle. Joyce brought it home from work a few days ago, and itâs been spread out on a card table in the corner of the living room since then. Will couldnât watch The Golden Girls with Joyce from the kitchen table.Â
âJust come with us, Billy. We all know you hate it here. Itâll give you a chance to get away for a little while.â
Except thatâs not totally the truth. He doesnât hate it here. Not with you around.Â
âThereâs a pool.â Will looks up, a little shyly, from the puzzle, fingers flipping around a single piece. âAt the place Robin found.âÂ
Billy nods, and itâs enough to make Will smile at the acknowledgment.Â
Itâd been Steveâs idea, after everything that happened in July. He thought everyone going on a trip together might be a good idea. Go a little ways out from home, calm down.Â
You and Billy started going to school, though Billy is still working. He found a job at a record store across the street from Melvaldâs that opened after the mall went to shit. It definitely wasnât his first choice, but it works. And heâs slowly fixing up the Camaro.Â
Steve had offered to pay for the repairs in full, considering he did most of the damage when he rammed the side of it, but Billy couldnât handle that. So far Max has only convinced him to let Steve cover the really expensive parts. It hurts Billy more than heâd care to admitâhaving Steve Harrington give him money.Â
But he canât lie, going somewhere away from Hawkins, even just for a couple days, sounds really nice. Itâs the group part thatâs bothering him. Heâs still not used to everyone wanting him to tag along, but apparently major trauma brings people together.
Thereâs the slamming of car doors, and footsteps running up the driveway before the door swings open, Robin bursting in with a stack of movies in her arms. Sheâs followed by Dustin and then Steve, bags and keys being tossed every which way.Â
Billy doesnât see you for a moment and starts to worry maybe you arenât coming. Heâs already supplying excuses for having to go home, but Steve left the door ajar, and after a moment, there you are.Â
You look sleepy, footsteps the quietest of everyone else as you carefully push the Byersâ door shut behind you. He watches as you accept a hug from Eleven, overhears her ask, âhow did your test go?âÂ
Heâs happy to hear you tell her it went well. Itâs only after youâve looked at her and Willâs puzzle and snapped a few more corner pieces in that you make a beeline for the open spot on the couch beside Billy.Â
When youâve settled, your knee bumps against his. âHey.â
He looks at you, a little grin playing at the corners of his mouth. His arms are still crossed, thumb playing with the pendant resting on his chest. A chest surprisingly covered by a sweater, though the sleeves are pushed up.Â
âHey. Glad your test is over?â
That sound of his voice makes you smile, and heâs never been so grateful for something, even if itâs just an expression. âYeah.â
You glance down at the new tattoo on his arm, a dark colored snake wrapping around the skin covering his elbow. You run your thumb across the tail that flicks across his forearm, and Billy relaxes into your touch.Â
âYou have work today?â
Billy shakes his head. Youâre glad he had the day off. And youâd tell him so if it werenât for the sudden bombardment.Â
Lucas is suddenly standing in front of you, having returned from the kitchen where you think he and Dustin may have been cleaning out Joyceâs fridge.Â
âHoly shit, thank god youâre here. I need you to convince Billy to go on vacation.âÂ
You glance at Max, assuming sheâs already tried. She looks rather annoyed. âLucas, would you sit down?â
The boy looks at Max, and she glares at him. Clearly he knows better and sits down next to her.Â
âBilly doesnât have to do anything he doesnât want to do,â you finally say.Â
The man in question turns to face you. You have to lean your head back some because of how close he is.Â
âAre you going?â he asks, voice quiet and thick with something you donât know that youâre supposed to notice.Â
âY-yeah. I was gonna. Robin only went on about it to me for an hour over the phone last night. I just think it might be nice to get away for a little while.â Billy doesnât break eye contact with you, and while it makes you a little nervous, it tells you heâs listening.
âAnd I can watch Max for you if you really donât want to go. Just make sure she doesnât kill Lucas or anything.â Max snorts at your response, though Lucas looks at her in panic, already calculating how best to prevent that sort of situation.Â
Your gaze softens and you fight the urge to reach out and run your thumb across Billyâs cheek.Â
Please come with us. I want you to go. I want you there, you think. But itâs not what you say. You donât know how badly he needs to hear it.Â
âYou really donât have to go, Billy. Not if you donât want to.â
âBut there is enough space, man.â Steve stands behind the couch, handing El a scrunchie he retrieved from her bag. His voice is calm, informative. âIf you decide to go. Thereâs plenty of room, and weâd be happy if you did.â
Billy could make some smartass remark. But he wonât. He knows that Steve is being honest, and that heâs not trying to be a dick. It seems that witnessing the guy who beat the shit out of you almost die not even a year after he moved to town really brings you together.Â
Billy gives an acknowledging nod. âIâd be very happy if you did,â Eleven says. She loves having Jonathan as an older brother, really she does, but Billy lets her play with his hair. And in her books, that really ups the scale.Â
He smiles at her, and El considers that a win.Â
You notice him shift next to you, and then heâs leaning forward to whisper in your ear. âCome with me?â He cocks his head in the direction of the door.Â
He gets up, assuming youâll follow him. You always do.Â
When youâve shut the door, you move to the porch swing. Itâs your favorite spot out here, and Joyce says it makes her happy to see someone use it. She used to sit there with Will in the mornings after Jonathan left for school and read to him. She did the same with Jonathan, but he was a much more fidgety kid, wanting to find something else to do.Â
Billy lights a cigarette, and you watch where he fidgets with the ring on his middle finger.Â
Heâs standing a little ways away from you so as to not breathe the smoke directly in your vicinity, but you wish so badly that he was closer. You like having him close. The weight of his body next to you, the warmth, how solid his arm feels when itâs pressed to yours or when he slides down on the couch some and it's more so pressed to your side.Â
âWhich part of it are you worried about?â you ask him.Â
He shrugs. âYou really think they want me there? You think Max wants me around?â âBilly, I know she does. And I know that voice in your head is telling you that itâs a pity invite, but itâs not. And, besidesâŚâ you trail off, but heâs not having that. He needs you to reassure him.Â
âBesides what?âÂ
You look up at him. âI want you to go. And yeah, Iâll be sad if you donât go, but that shouldnât sway your decision either.â You push your feet against the concrete porch a little harder, and the swing responds to the movement. You move quicker, now feeling very pleased with yourself.Â
Billy almost laughs at the child-like look on your face, but you look so at home on the swing that he holds it in. A grin escapes nonetheless.Â
âSay that again.â He stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray either Hopper or Joyce have left outside. Heâs watching you again.Â
âWhat?â Heâs not gonna let you go all shy on him now. He needed to hear that. He needs to hear it.Â
âYou know what.â
âI want you to go.â
âThen itâs settled. Need to get out of this shithole anyways.â
ââââ
The place Steve found is about two hours from Hawkins, with three bedrooms, a shockingly luxurious pull-out couch, and bigger common areas than youâve ever laid eyes on. Excluding the ones in Steveâs house. In short, the rental is like Hopperâs cabin, if Hopperâs cabin were updated and substantially larger. It feels like the kind of place rich people have to take weekend trips. Youâd rather not find out how much Steve is paying for the lot of you to stay there.Â
Robin takes you on a grand tour while everyone else explores the backyard. Dustin is already determined to climb a tree. One of the rooms has two sets of bunk beds, dedicated to the four boys. âTo ensure no cootie-spreading,â Robin proclaims.Â
She and Steve will share the couch, with Max and Eleven in the smaller bedroom.Â
Robin stops at the end of the hallway. âWhich leavesâŚâÂ
You and Billy.Â
You and Billy Hargrove.
Sharing a room.Â
Sharing a bed.Â
Speaking of, the man in question brushes past you, setting his bag on the floor at the foot of the bed. Robin takes that as her queue to leave and gives you a thumbs up on the way out. You hope she can feel your death stare on the back of her head, and she knows it, being quick to run down the hall.Â
âSo weâre roomies, huh?â Billy says, gathering his hair at the base of his neck. You hadnât even realized he had a tie on him, and it takes him finishing off a lazy bun to realize itâs a blue scrunchie. You have to bite your lip to keep from saying anything.Â
âI can sleep with Max and El, if you want. Orââ
That crease between Billyâs brows forms. âWhy would you do that?â
Youâve gone all warm. Youâd have to sleep in bed with him. And you sit next to him all the time, but this is different. Isnât it?
Maybe itâs not so weird. Youâre just friends. Itâs like a sleepover, right?
âI donât know, you might not want to sleep together or something.â
He cocks a brow, but you catch the double meaning of your words just in time. âYou know what I mean, Billy.â
He sits on the end of the bed, and reaches out for you. You move towards him slowly, but the moment youâre within his grasp, Billy spreads his legs and grabs your waist, slotting your body between them.Â
âYou can go if you really want to. If you think Iâve got cooties or somethinâ and you donât wanna share a bed with me.â
You snort, and Billy drinks in the sound, knowing heâs the one that made you laugh.Â
âI donât think youâve got cooties.â
You realize in that moment that his hands havenât left their spot on your waist, never straying anywhere else. The weight of them on you is enough to keep you focused on him, and he seems to acknowledge that.Â
âThen what is it?â he asks, in that low drawl you fear could get out any answer he wanted from you.Â
You hesitate, but say it anyway. âYou donât think itâll be weird? Sleeping in the same bed?â
Billy fights the urge to rest his forehead against your stomach. He wants to tell you heâs wished you were in his bed on more than one occasion. Sometimes he just wishes you were there so it wouldnât feel so cold, so heâd have someone to pull him out of his thoughts before they eat him alive altogether.Â
âNo, I donât think itâll be weird.â
You nod your head, and try to move back from him.Â
Billy whines. âUh uh. Nope.â
You go to put your hands on your hips, and they graze Billyâs on the way. He grabs hold of them. âYou donât want to have a sleepover with me?â
Billyâs looking up at you with those watery blue eyes, and you know this is a battle youâll never win.Â
âReally?â
He lets out a breath of a laugh, and your eyes fall to his neck when he tosses his head back.Â
âYeah, baby.â
Baby.Â
It feels like every cell in your body has been sent into overdrive, like you canât compute a single coherent thought. All because Billy called you âbabyâ.Â
And if heâs being honest with himself, he feels the same way. He hadnât meant to say it. Itâs just that he calls you âbabyâ in his head all the time, and it justâŚhappened.
âIâd love to have a sleepover with you, Hargrove.â
âMhm. Thought so.âÂ
This time he lets the laugh out, and itâs a beautiful sound. The kind of sound youâd commit unspeakable acts to hear again. And this time, he does let his forehead drop to rest on your stomach. It surprises you, but youâre not mad about it.
âOh, fuck off,â you say, and you can feel his chuckle against your skin.
When he quits, you find yourself just standing there, find your hands moving around his back. Heâs always so warm. You rub your hands up and down his back, the denim of his jacket rough on your fingertips.Â
You feel him shift, feel his change in position, the hard press of his chin against you. Billy is looking up at you, and you know heâs hoping youâll return his gaze. His eyes bore into yours, and you hate to think of what you must look like from this angle. Clearly he doesnât mind.Â
You push a curl behind his ear, a shockingly perfect ringlet thatâs too short to be contained like the rest of them.Â
Billy would be taken aback by the gesture if it werenât for the fact that you always go this easy on him. Like you know heâs healing, in more ways than one.Â
âWe canât stay here forever, you know. I wanna go look around.âÂ
âYeah,â he laughs. âIâm sure itâs riveting.â He lets you go anyway, following you down the hall to the rest of the cabin.
ââââ
Your back rests on the base of an oversized chair, one thatâs surprisingly comfy, your body in between Robinâs legs. Sheâs sitting next to Steve, watching you moderate El, Lucas, and Will play Twister. Dustinâs already out.Â
âRight hand blue.â
âYouâre kidding right?â
âSinclair, have you never played this game before?â
Lucas scoffs, trying to reach the blue on the other side of the mat without toppling into Will. Max went with Billy to the store, but they should be back soon. You have a sick feeling theyâre taking advantage of having been given Steveâs debit card.Â
âYes, Iâve played the game before. If youâre so good, why donât you get down here and show us how itâs done, Harrington?â
âYeah, Harrington, why donât you show us how flexible you are?â Billyâs voice makes you look up from where youâve been mindlessly twisting the spinner on the board around with the tip of your finger.Â
He stands just inside the living room, holding the door open with his leg. He kicks it shut once Max has made it in. She heaves the paper bags sheâd been holding up and onto the counter. Steve rises to help unpack them. You follow on instinct, handing the spinner to Robin instead, and Dustin is quick to take Steveâs spot before Mike can.Â
Billy wonât let you take anything from him, but he will let you help figure out what the hell to do with all of it. âDo I even want to know how much you both spent?â you ask.Â
He gives you that fucking smile, and you know you donât. âMax said she wanted to have a spa nightâwhatever that meansâwith El, so we sort of split up. Iâm sure Steveâll live.âÂ
âFor your information, Lucas,â Steve continues, clearly not ready to let the quips towards his limberness go, âI was the captain of the swim team.â
âWhatâs that got to do with being flexible, dingus?â Robin directs the two remaining players, the young boy in question having just busted his ass.Â
âSwimming is an art form, Rob. You gotta learn to respect it.â
You choke on a laugh, and Billy is quick to rub your back while he chuckles into your shoulder.Â
âSomething funny over there?â Steve questions.Â
You straighten, trying to wipe the smile from your face though itâs to no avail. âNope, Steven. Iâm sure youâre just incredibly stretchy. Like Mr. Fantastic.â
His brow furrows. âMr. Fantastic?â
Dustin snorts, elbow deep in a bag of chips, and you quickly realize that you probably shouldnât have given him an opening, but you donât exactly regret it either.Â
The lot of you spend the rest of the night in this fashion, playing games, eating way too much food, taking turns smacking the top of the television so your movie will keep playing.Â
It feels like home. It feels safe. You wish it always felt this way.Â
ââââ
Youâd just finished brushing your teeth when you hear the bedroom door click shut, hear footsteps you can tell are in search of you.Â
You peek your head out of the bathroom and Billy grins at the sight of you in pajamas, a smear of moisturizer on your forehead youâve yet to rub in.Â
He squeezes in the small room, about the same size as his at home, to join you. Thereâs something about this moment, the domesticity of it, that makes your heart swell. It feels like something you could get used to, getting ready for bed with him. Neither of you have to say anything, you just do your own thing, but having him be there, having his presenceâitâs more than enough for you.Â
When you climb into bed, you try and read for a while, the sounds of Billy washing his face comforting you. You find it easy to read even when he does get in with you, the mattress sinking underneath his weight, the sheets rustling as he moves around experimentally, trying to get comfortable in a bed that isnât his own.Â
You feel odd though, reading when heâs right there, so it isnât long before you close the book and slide further into the covers with him. Billyâs quick to turn on his side, wanting to see you like this.Â
He watches you yank the blankets up to your chin, looking at him over a blur of fluffy white comforter. âItâs fuckinâ freezinâ in here,â you tell him.
âCâmere then.â
You burrow further into your pillow, fearing you know exactly what heâs going to suggest. âHuh?â
âYouâre cold. You always whine about me being warm or somethinâ and Iâm telling you to come here.â
âBilly.â
âStop.â He lifts the covers up some, untucking you from them, and he wraps his arm around your back, tugging you into his side.Â
Suddenly youâre pressed against him, having slid across the sheets easier than youâd have imagined.Â
Heâs let go of you, his arm hovering over your back. âYou want me to hold you or no?âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
Billy lets his arm drop against your side, his fingers splaying out over your back. He rubs his hand up and down your spine, hoping itâll warm you up. âThis okay?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
He nods. Youâre looking at him like heâs something special.
Billy realizes, in that moment, that thatâs how youâve always looked at him. Even before.Â
He also realizes that your hands are tucked under your chin and your legs are curled up and into you like youâre afraid of making any contact with him.Â
âYou can loosen up, you know. Itâs just me.âÂ
You let out a breath of a laugh, and he can feel it against the skin of his neck.Â
âItâs okay, I promise. You can touch me.â Billy has this feeling that youâre afraid of hurting him. Heâs sure youâve noticed that heâs wearing a shirt to bed, something he never did before. And he thinks that youâre worried heâll break.Â
âYouâre sure?â
âWouldnât have said so otherwise.â
He watches you unfold your hands and stretch your arm over him, hooking it around his hip. You want to rub up and down his side, but youâre nervous.Â
Itâs just me.Â
âDo they hurt at all?â
Your thumb skates up a little further, and you donât have to tell him what you mean.Â
âNot all the time,â he says, voice low and thick with drowsiness. âAt first, yeah, like hell. Now itâs just sometimes. They can feel a little tight, or just bug me. Depends, I guess.â
You nod, feeling brave enough now to slide your hand up a little further. Your touch is light, barely there. You close your eyes, trying not to think about when it happened. How heâd screamed.Â
He can tell when youâve calmed down some, because your arm relaxes and you hug him a little more firmly. You scoot in a little closer, close enough that your noses would touch if you tried to make them.Â
âGoodnight, Billy.â
He makes the move, dragging the tip of his nose across your forehead. He kisses the top of your head, and you grin so wide you feel like a kid in a candy shop.Â
âGoodnight, baby.â
ââââ
When you wake up, you almost donât want to disturb him, but you know you should get out of bed.
Billy is sprawled out on his stomach, having separated from you at some point during the night. His tank top is rucked up from the tossing and turning of sleep, and you look away when you catch a glimpse of pink skin. It doesnât feel like your place to look.Â
You wander out of the room, carefully shutting the door behind you. You make it down the hall, and find that Robin seems to be the only other one awake. You shouldâve guessed. She told you once before that her body doesnât seem to let her sleep in.Â
Steve is still passed out on the pull-out couch, completely covered by the blankets. The only sign of him is a tuft of messy hair against the light colored pillow case his head rests on.Â
Robin waves at you from her perch at the kitchen counter, a bowl of cereal in front of her. âWant some?â she whispers, pushing the box in your direction.Â
You fill up your own bowl, having a feeling that Robin is about to ramble.Â
âSleep okay?â she asks.Â
âMhm. You?â
âFine. Though, yâknow, Steve is a horrific bed hog. Seriously, he was half on top of me the whole night. I might have to bunk with Max and El.âÂ
You laugh, and Robin takes that as her queue to ask what sheâs been pondering since she woke up.Â
âWas it okay? Sleeping with Billy? Well, not like that. Well, Iâm assuming not like that, not that thereâs anything wrong with that, but I just meant like actually sleeping? Please stop me.â
You grin at her. âPlease breathe, Rob.â She does, over exaggerating her inhales. âAnd it was fine.â
âOkay, good. I was kind of worried youâd be frustrated with my matchmaking tendencies. I just really want you two to be happy. And he seems so calm when heâs with you, and I realize Iâve just told you that Iâve been pushing you two together and Iââ
You wipe milk from your chin, having almost spit out your cereal. âRobin, sweetheart, itâs okay, I promise. I know about your matchmaking tendencies. But I think weâre just friends, right?â
âJust friends, my ass.â You hadnât even seen Steve get up, but heâs reaching for the fridge and pulling out a carton of chocolate milk. He really canât say anything about Dustinâs eating habits when he has the exact same diet.Â
âOh my god.â
âListen, Iâm just saying, thereâs been something going on between you two since before the world went to shit. I donât know why you two tiptoe around each other like itâs not obvious that youâre in love.â
âSteve!â you exclaim. âSeriously, what the hell? Iâve been up for like twenty minutes and you two are schooling me on my love life?â
âOr lack thereof,â Robin says.Â
âOkay, damn. You know what, Iâm going back to bed.âÂ
Steve pushes your bowl back towards you when you attempt to get up. âNo, youâre not. Iâm just saying, thereâs no sense in avoiding this. You both clearly feel a lot for each other, and I donât see any reason to avoid it when you could be together.âÂ
Heâs being vulnerable with you, his big brown eyes boring into yours and trying to convey how serious heâs being.Â
âJust think about it, okay? Thereâs no harm in talking about how you feel with him. And donât say that you donât feel anything, because thatâs a goddamn lie.â
ââââ
Billyâs had his swim trunks on all day, but he hasnât done more than sit in the shade by the pool while everyone else makes a mess and plays ridiculous games in the water.Â
Itâs killing him to watch you in there from time to time, swimming around or sitting in the shallow end. You told him once that swimming calms you down.Â
Itâs not until after dinner, when everyone has moved inside for the most part, though there seems to be the plotting of a water balloon fight out front, that heâs brave enough to head for the pool.Â
You follow him out there, see him contemplating the water.Â
âWhatcha doinâ?âÂ
Billy drops the cigarette heâd been smoking, snubbing it out. âThought about going for a swim,â he tells you.Â
âThat sounds nice.â
âMhm.â
âI can go back inside, if you want.â
Billy turns to face you. âNo. No, I want you to stay.â He wants you to see. He canât explain why, but he does.Â
âOkay.âÂ
He takes a shaky breath, hoping you donât catch it. You do. You always do.Â
âI justâŚwasnât ready for everyone to see.â
âI understand, Billy.âÂ
You know what heâs really saying. He wasnât ready for everyone to see. But heâs ready for you to see.Â
âI can get in first, if that helps. And I wonât look if you donât want me to,â you say.Â
âThat helps, yeah. And you can look. Itâs okay.â
He watches you wade in, watches the way your swimsuit changes color as you tread water.Â
Billy takes another deep breath, and heâs pulling his shirt off. Heâs quick though, diving straight into the deep end, knowing he needs to get it over with.Â
When he comes up, his hair is sticking to his forehead, and he flips it out of the way, giving you a glimpse of the broad pink scar on his chest.Â
He meets you halfway, and you think heâs in a serious mood until heâs splashing you like a child.Â
âYou motherfucker!âÂ
You get him back, and heâs laughing.Â
Billy is laughing and he looks so pretty in the last of the dayâs sunlight, beads of water sliding over his collarbones and down his arms, and you feel like you could die. Like seeing him this way is enough. You donât need anything else.
You try to return a particularly aggressive splash, but he catches your waist, pulling you up and over his shoulder.Â
âBilly!â
âWhat?â His voice is teasing. He tosses the rest of the way over, your laughter fading out into the water.Â
You come up, a brilliant smile on his face. Billyâs sure if you stood close enough youâd be able to hear his heart beating.Â
When youâve both gone quiet, your eyes drop to the scars on his sides, the way they stretch across his skin, mean and twisting. Some spots are darker than others, and while it hurts you to look at them, you know it must hurt him even more. But he looks just as beautiful as before, if not increasingly so.Â
âSee something you like?â Billy says it on instinct. To hide the fact that heâs worried you donât really like it. That maybe you think heâs gross looking. But he knows thatâs all in his head. He fucking knows it.Â
âYouâre fucking gorgeous, Billy Hargrove.â
You say it with such surety, such admiration, that he canât even begin to doubt that you mean it.Â
He smiles at you. Itâs boyish. Youâd do anything to see a million more of them.Â
He moves towards you, the sky having darkened enough that the outside lights have come on, the lights in the pool too. All that remains of the sun is a slash of deep orange, though the night quickly pushes it away.
Billyâs got you backed up against the wall of the pool now. His hands find your sides.
Itâs overwhelming, having him this close. You can feel his breath on your face, see the rise and fall of his chest, the freckles on his cheeks.Â
When he kisses you, you think your heart stops. His mouth is warm against yours, and he tastes a little like chlorine, but you donât care. Your hands find his face, and youâre smiling so hard that he pulls away because he wants to see. You donât let him for long though, pulling him back, wanting more. He laughs into your mouth, and your chest aches with this feeling.
Eventually you do let go, and when you hold his eye contact, he knows what youâre going to say. He needs to tell you first, though.
âIâm in love with you, you know.â
âI know,â you respond.
He tosses his head back in a laugh, and you press a sweet kiss to his throat.Â
âIâm in love with you too, Billy.â
âDamn right you are.â
You snort against his chest, lowering slightly to kiss his scar. His breath catches. He doesnât know what he did to deserve you.Â
âAbout fucking time!â Steveâs shouting and Robin is yelling, and Max would be making barf sounds if she wasnât so pleased with seeing her brother so happy.Â
âSo much for that,â Billy says.
But you wouldnât have it any other way.Â
ââââ
âIâm regretting this, Billy.â
âStop whining.â
Billy wraps his arms tighter around your back, pressing a kiss to your jaw in hopes that youâll let him keep doing this.Â
âGet off.â
âNo.â
âGet off, please.â
âMake me.âÂ
Thereâs the sound of a slap, your hand having met his ass.
He raises his head from where heâd buried it in your chest, looking at you drowsily. âYou just spanked me.â
And youâd do it again.Â
âDidnât work, did it?â
âNo. Shut up and take it.â
By that he means continue letting him lay on top of you, his entire body pressed to yours. It doesnât matter to him that thereâs an entire bed, one thatâs made for two people.
You settle for playing with his hair, something he seems to enjoy, and youâd mess with him about the fact that heâs essentially purring if it werenât for him looking so content.Â
He might be heavy, but having Billy Hargrove sleep on top of you isnât exactly something you just give up.Â
Heâs never had this before.
Hell, youâve never had this before.Â
And he thinks itâs healing him. More than the salve he puts on his scars, or the physical therapy, or fixing up the Camaro.Â
Youâre healing him. You.Â
ââââ
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