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mediocre--writing · 4 years ago

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Hey! I just read a couple of your drabbles and I LOVE THEM!💙💙

So if you don't mind, could you please do a Harringrove drabble/ficlet based on either of the two (or a mix of both, if you can) Twenty One Pilots songs "Tear in My Heart" and/or "Smithereens"?

Because, for me, Tear in My Heart is very Billy and Smithereens is very Steve👉👈

Thank you!!💜

Ok so love this and you have an amazing mind, just so you know.

This is like a 2 in 1 fic post so :))))

So smithereens and steve work so well together, like

“I go step to a dude much bigger than me/ for you I know that I would get messed up, weigh 153/ For you I would get beat to smithereens”

Like this is just Steve's personality. He got into a fight every season and barely ever wins without intervention. And like i could see him just being so overcome with emotions that he just does what he knows, which is self destruct.

Like with his fight with Jonathan, he almost accepts that Nancy was too good for him and thinks that he might as well take other people with him.

Then with Tommy in the parking lot, it’s not really a fight, but it shows that he has a conscience and fixes his mistakes.

Then with his fight with Billy, he only tries to protect the kids, even if he’s losing miserably.

I could 100% see steve having snuck into billy’s room during the night once (before he really knew about neil), not to do anything nefarious, but just that he had a really bad nightmare, because there was a small power outage, and billy is really good at helping him sleep afterwards.

And let's just say that Billy's alarm clock (which is always set for 5:30am, half an hour before Neil wakes up just to give him peace of mind) doesn’t go off because of the power outage.

And Neil comes to wake up Billy for school because he hasn’t woken up yet, and sees Billy spooning Steve and both boys are snoring and pressing bare chest to bareback, and so deep asleep that Neil lets them sleep, letting them wake up on their own.

And they do. Billy wakes up around 8am, feeling insanely well rested. He smiles and squeezes Steve before turning to sit up from his bed to look at his alarm clock, that’s blinking on and off and reads 3:18am, but the sun’s up and… the house is quiet.

Billy feels the dread settle deep in his chest, and swears he could cry if he were .000000001% more worried.

He hears the creaking of work boots walking around the house and knows, just from the tension lingering in the air, that it’s just an angry Neil pacing in the kitchen/ dining room and waiting for Billy to wake up.

He doesn’t know whether to wake Steve up and tell him to escape out of the window and run or just let him lay there anyway, it’s obvious that Neil already saw.

He let’s Steve sleep and throws a shirt on and slowly walks out of the room into the pits of hell, seeing Neil turn to him with an angry face a brighter shade of red than a firetruck.

As slurs are screamed and Billy is thrown into the walls and has family tchotchkes launched at his face, Steve wakes up after a particularly painful shove makes the wall shake, pushing a single picture frame fall off the wall on the other side.

Steve shoots up after that loud bang and hears a wail and muffled yelling before something else hits the wall. He grabs his shirt and puts it on as he walks out the bedroom door, seeing glass shattered on the hardwood leading to the family room, but what he sees around the corner is so much worse.

Billy’s bleeding in about twenty different spots, body curled in a ball in the corner of the kitchen, Neil standing over him, but turning to Steve with a grin.

Steve feels his blood boil as dots connect and loose ends are tied up, making the connection between Billy's bad nights and the new bruises he’ll sport under his shirt. The way he tries to hide it when he flinches at loud, authoritative men who are bigger than him. Why he told Steve to never call his house and why he is the way he is.

So Steve doesn’t think for another second before launching himself at Neil, slamming him into the floor, but that’s about as much as he wins that fight, because Neil is slamming him back and beating him the same way he did his son.

And billy, let’s admit it, is probably much stronger and a better fighter than his dad, but it’s so hard to fight back against an abuser that has controlled your life for so long. Even when you know you could win and that they deserve it, neil hargrove is still his dad and he could never get it into his head to hit him back.

But Steve was trying too hard to take him down because he was doing the wrong thing and losing terribly, never having won a fight once in his damn life.

Billy’s sitting up against the wall, ribs in excruciating pain and vision blurry, but he sees Steve getting up and kicking Neil once before backing up, and Billy sees his camaro keys in the dish by the front door.

So he stands up as fast as he can, ignoring the dizziness as if that would make it go away, grabs steve’s arm and shoots to the door, grabbing the camaro keys and shooting outside

He takes the driver’s seat, despite his dizzying head, just knew that he’d have to drive for a few miles then they could reevaluate, and Steve was clumsily getting into the passenger side.

Billy had only just started the car when Neil came rushing out the door, screaming threats and slurs as if that would make them stop their escape.

The camaro backed out of the driveway and shot down cherry lane in record time, going to the center of town, the least likely place Neil would cause a scene.

It isn’t until Billy puts the car in park that he can bear to look at steve.

He’s got a bloody nose and his shirt sleeve is torn off, hair disheveled from both sleep and the fight.

But billy looks so much worse.

He’s still hunched to the left from his ribs, he’s got tons of cuts along his arms, legs, and face from, what steve suspects, the broken glass on the floor. He’s also got this wild-animal-look in his eyes. One that screams, I escaped alive, but at what cost?

“Bill-”

“Why’d you do that?”

“Why-- I’m sorry are you asking me why I attacked your dad when he was kicking you while you were, literally, on the floor?”

“Ye--no, I-- but you got hurt, why’d you do that?”

“Billy, what did you expect me to do?” a shrug is all he gets in response--”If you saw my dad doing that to me, can you honestly expect yourself to stand there and watch it happen, or walk away and let it happen?”

Billy turns to face the grocery store--Melvad’s-- that they were parked in front of.

“It’s all weaving together in my head. All the bruises, the jumpiness, how you like to control things, it all makes sense, but what doesn’t make sense is why you wouldn’t just tell me, Bill,”

“And what exactly would you have been able to do about it, huh? You gonna take care of the situation or some shit, Steve? Trust me, I’m used to it and--”

“But you shouldn’t have to be ‘used to it,’ Bill, that’s abuse, and you don’t deserve that shit, not ever,”

Their conversation is halted by a tap on the glass by Steve's window, and the boys turn to see Joyce Byers looking more motherly than ever.

Steve rolled the window down.

“The hell happened to you boys?” she asked but corrected herself with a shake of her head, “Doesn’t matter, just come in to clean up, we’ve got bandages and antiseptic, free of charge,”

Billy wiped away the tears he didn’t know had formed and nodded to her, “We’ll be out in a minute, Mrs. Byers.”

“Joyce, please,” she demanded softly.

“Joyce, of course,” Billy offered a subdued smile.

She walked off and Steve rolled the window back up.

“Thank you,” Billy spoke quietly after a moment. “I’m glad he didn’t hurt you worse,”

“Billy, for you I would get beat to smithereens,”

“Well of course you would, you weigh like 100 pounds, not like you could put up much of a fight,”

“Hey! I gave him a black eye, thank you very much!”

“Oh, well, my bad, baby, then maybe you weigh 150, huh?”

Steve grumbled from the passenger seat, “153,”

Billy chuckled and grabbed Steve's hand over the console, locking eyes and smiling at each other, enjoying their small moment.

“We should probably get in there before Joyce comes out herself?” Steve sighed as he moved to take his hand out of Billy's.

“One more minute, please,”

Steve just tightened his grip on Billy's hand and moved towards the center of the car to rest his head on Billy's shoulder, Billy's head falling onto his.

Billy and Tear In My Heart thooooooooo

Like it fits him so well, again this is amazing.

I also see billy as a resident hater of america and it’s fucking government becuase, well, they have a history between his myriad of speeding tickets and, oh what was it, oh yes, the tentacle monster that impaled and possessed him.

And in California, there’s no cold weather where he lives, so there’s not exactly potholes to avoid.

The first time he drives into the cooler states and has to avoid potholes, he decides that his car deserves a vacation after this.

But the potholes become the biggest issue after he and Steve start dating.

He’s absolutely enamoured by this boy, because who wouldn’t be. He respects Billy's limits and can hold his own in arguments, and they fit together like missing pieces of a puzzle.

Steve has changed Billy, not that he’d admit it, but he’s softer now and all of his sharp edges have been baby-proofed. They’re still there and dangerous, but they’re more difficult to be stabbed by.

All the cracks in his heart have been filled with gold, like Kintsugi (a Japanese technique of repairing broken pottery with gold).

And Billy can complain and complain about Steve's clinginess, about his intrusion into his life, and his persistence to stay, but deep inside Billy's never felt more loved or cared for in his life.

But these damn potholes might just make him lose it.

Because billy is anything but a bad driver, he can control the car even when it’s going 45 over the speed limit, but now that steve falls asleep after their movie dates or when they’re coming back from barbeques with the party, Joyce, and Hopper, he’s driving the speed limit.

Which is just appalling.

But some of these potholes are so deep you could dive into them and not hit the bottom.

Like what the fuck, Indiana?

And, one time, Max is with them after a barbeque when Steve falls asleep and Billy slows the car down to what feels like snail speed, but is just the speed limit.

“Why are we going so slow?” Max asked as she leaned forward from the backseat to whisper to billy.

“Steve’s sleepin’,” he said, as if it was the obvious reason.

“You’re whipped,”

“Shut up, Shitbird,”

Max leans back into her seat with a grin on her face at the absolute mush her big, tough brother has turned into for Steve Harrington.

#harringrove #stranger things #steve x billy #billy x steve #mw harringrove #mediocre—writing #twenty one pilots #billy hargrove #steve harrington

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passivenovember · 4 years ago

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@liglitterbug asked:

Has anyone asked for 53? (crawling through your window to go get ice cream) yet? Because that screams Harringrove to me and I would LOVE to see your take on it, please! (if you have time/inspiration) <3

a Friend for the End of the World.

Billy’s, like. Halfway through Little Women when Max knocks on his door, and. Okay. It’s not like he slammed his way through the house with a fire itching under his skin and believed for even a second, that.

The world could be his. Just for while.

He settles roughly, at first, into the Alcott novel. Like a brick hitting the bottom of the sea--slowly, heavy and thick with the inertia of words that ignite something that feels.

Pink.

Inside his belly. Billy doesn’t have the wherewithal to make sense of it so he, just. Clamps his eyebrows around the liquid sunshine in his veins and loses himself in the story.

After Starcourt the world ends, but.

It doesn’t sound like the poems said it would. The bang and the whimper and the conclusion that, after things catch on fire and smoke rises with the sun, silence will fall over the Earth.

Billy remembers waiting for Hawkins to sleep.

Watching Max and Mrs. Byers and. Steve. Landslide all around them to fix what had been swept away by a misjudgment in the Earth’s ability to keep itself from cracking open.

And Billy, he feels like an exposed wire. The center of the universe molding itself around the breath before the curtain falls and the audience leaves, and.

He waits for night to fall.

It never does. The overture is played out of tune, again and again, and the world turns faster than before, the sounds leak from everywhere. All at once, and.

Billy feels. Doesn’t know how to...

It’s never as simple as asking for silence. For peace. When his mind makes too much noise, or. When he can’t get the sound of Neil coughing up smoke to stop bouncing off the walls.

The ambiance that comes with. Sharing space, sharing your life with someone, used to be Billy’s favorite in all the world. Back when the incandescence of his mother folding laundry could be heard through the crack in his door while pirate ships bled past the boundary of the page and took him somewhere new.

Billy likes to think of his life as intermissions between lovers. Before Starcourt he was asleep and now. He’s never waking up again.

Max reading to El, or.

Susan making dinner.

Even Neil flipping through the channels, it. Reminds him of burning cities.

Billy wears earmuffs. Everywhere. The ones that block out the sounds of the earth crying, but. Do nothing at all for the reprise burying itself in his bones.

Steve brought them to the hospital when Billy wouldn’t stop asking about the end of the world.

So Max knocks on the door.

And Billy thought he made himself clear. With the nonverbal shit, like. Slamming the front door open and brushing past the dinner table and slamming his door shut.

Locking himself in. He thought it was crystal clear, that. You can’t keep shoveling dirt into the grave without stopping to pray for rain. She pounds on the door again but it’s too loud. Always too much.

“What, Max?” And his voice is softer, these days. To balance out the symphony playing all around him.

“Steve’s here.” She says, and.

The earmuffs don’t actually block anything out. Billy can hear the battery die in the car down the street, and. He can hear Max shuffling on the other side of the door one-two-three, one-two-one, like a waltz. A tiny dancer.

She has the most. Distinct footprints in the sand. Billy held onto that when he was bleeding on the floor.

He pads over to the door and tugs it open, wincing at the sharp sting of.

Soundsoundsound

Hammering against the walls in his head. Billy squints, shielding his eyes. To block the noise as if it were rain.

“Tell him I’m not home.”

“Your car’s in the driveway, dumb dumb.”

“Well, tell him I’m busy.” Billy moves to close the door, but. Max sticks her foot in the jam.

Folds her arms and gives him this look, like. He’s supposed to have a big realization about something. About the way he’s acting. Hiding in his room all the time with the blinds pulled taught against the sun.

You’re acting weird.

He knows. He thinks it’s okay.

Billy shrugs like. Spit it the fuck out. And Max rolls her eyes. Billy can hear the shift of muscle, he can--

“Too busy to see Steve?” She says.

And okay.

Billy picks up on why that might be weird. He shrugs again--there’s a throbbing, like. The beat of a drum. Just outside, on the lawn, or right at the back of his skull.

Billy can’t tell and he doesn’t want to know, so.

The door falls shut once more.

Being with Steve is like getting the instruments to play a song instead of just. Wailing out of tune for the audience to throw tomatoes.

He makes everything quiet. Just by running his fingers through Billy’s hair the world is made new. Starts over with a whimper instead of the rest, but.

Sometimes Billy can’t breathe.

Or his eyes will close when they’re wide open, and he can’t see anything but snow twirling against a gray sky, or like.

Veins turning black and smoky with rot. Disease and Ice. Barren fields the end--

Steve says the Earth has healed itself once more. That the cracks have been mended, and the ground isn’t coming apart under their feet.

So it’s summer.

That’s what Steve says. “It’s summer, baby.” let’s go to the lake.

Billy looks up from his book. Fifty pages left in Little Women--at least an entire afternoon, once he picks up the second, and. “You want to go to the lake?”

Steve sort of. Rolls onto his side, next to Billy on the quilt Mrs. Harrington made when he was in the hospital. He looks up to the sky, the clouds and the sun.

Steve has a daisy between his fingers. Billy doesn’t know where it came from, but then Steve is smiling. All soft, like. A stretch of grass just before sunset. He sticks the daisy between the pages of Billy’s book, and. Closes it., takes it away. He sits criss-cross-applesauce until his knees are pressed against Billy’s leg.

Steve tugs the headphones off, so.

The sun hits Billy. Burns every part of him.

“You seem like you need water.” Steve says.

And he is the only person who makes the Earth contract, So Billy tucks his hair behind his ears with shaky fingers. Keeps his hands there, holding his own face until things quiet down.

He breathes in, sharp and then slow, when the tears start to fall. When Steve reminds him to be gentle with yourself, baby. That’s it.

It takes five minutes for Billy to figure it out.

He needs water, like. A flower whose roots have gone frail. Or a boy who longs for home. Billy opens his eyes to Steve watching him, counting breaths on the watch he had made special.

For Billy, and his.

Bullshit. The panic attacks and the sensory bullshit, and. It’s summer. Billy feels the air get choked from his lungs when Steve takes his pulse, because.

“You go.” He whispers.

Steve looks up from the watch and then back down again. “You still have ten more breaths, come on.”

“I’m fine.”

“Ten more big ones, okay. Just to be safe.”

“Steve, I’m fine.” Billy smacks the watch down. Away, so. He can. Think. Billy scrubs at his face just the wrong side of too hard. Too abrasive, and there’s a drum beating somewhere down the hill when Steve tries to grab his wrist.

Again, to. Play nurse Maid. Steve kisses his palm once--twice, and.

“It’s summer.” Billy says.

Steve winks. “Yeah, it’s beautiful.”

It. Is, Billy thinks. With the smell of Lilac and Honeysuckle. Afternoons that give way to skies full of fireflies and Steve’s hair turning blonde in the afternoon light, it looks. Like a work art, like. A page from a book.

His favorite in all the world. Billy tugs his hand away from Steve’s lips, tucks his hair behind his ears again, and. Steve looks worried.

Always worried, like. He’s waiting Billy will snap in two.

“I want you to go to the lake.” He says. Because he’s tired of seeing that look.

Steve blinks wide, owlish eyes at him. “I want us to go, Bills, that’s why--”

Billy shakes his head. Suddenly the drum falls. Silent. Steve sits frozen, suspended in time and space while the symphonies play out of tune.

“You aren’t my doctor.” Billy says.

“I know--”

“And you aren’t my therapist.”

He expects Steve to. Say something, or stop looking like the ground is splitting open between them, when Billy charges on.

“Or my housekeeper, or any of that shit, Steve. You’re. A twenty year old boy, you should be. Out with your friends for the fourth of July not taking care of your invalid partner who can’t make it through the day without breaking down in tears.”

“I don’t want to be with anyone else.” Steve says, and.

It means now. And it means always.

Billy stands to grab his book.

He leaves his earmuffs on the blanket in the grass.

Thinks about calling and. Begging Steve to bring them over, drop them off because his head is spiraling rock formations and earthquakes let loose in the heartland.

After dinner it hurts.

When the fireworks start to explode. Bright light and heat burning a wound into his chest, or a breaking his bones to crumbling dust. Each explosion is like child birth and pulled teeth and gunshot wounds playing a libretto behind his right eyebrow. He tries to read but the snow falls all around him--

“Hey dipshit, we’re going to watch the--”

Billy doesn’t try to hide the tears, and.

Max doesn’t bring them up. She presses an ice pack to his forehead and wonders if. She should call Steve. Call him home.

Billy wants to say yes.

Wants to call Steve himself, but. “Go have fun, kid.”

And the wound only grows.

He has four pillows on his head when the window slides open. That’s why he doesn’t hear the scattered footfall until there’s a weight on his bed, and a pair of hands rubbing his back.

One hot, one cold.

He frowns. “Hands are cold as dick.”

Steve chuckles, fingers digging into the muscle of Billy’s neck in a way that has him soft. Huffing against the sheets. “Sorry, I brought Ice cream.”

Billy peeks out from under his fortress to Steve peppering kisses along the base of his skull.

“What time is it?” He grumbles.

“8:30. Go to sleep.” Steve muffles against Billy’s hair, and.

“How come you’re here?”

Steve holds out the earmuffs, cherub face scruffy and apologetic and so, so beautiful. “Sorry it took so long, I wanted to give you space, you seemed like. You needed space.”

He pulls the blanket up around Billy’s shoulders, even as he worms around to sit up. Get a better look, and. Apologize.

“Look, Stevie--”

“You shouldn’t be sitting with a migraine like that,” He says firmly. “Doc says three glasses of water, two Tylenol, and--”

“Rest, yeah, I.” Billy feels like smiling. For the first time in days, he. Wants to smile. “Thank you.”

Steve nods. Like he’s disappointed. Eyebrows wrinkling as he fiddles with the cracked leather headband.

Billy looks at the pint of cherry crunch leaking a puddle onto the mattress. “So you brought ice cream, huh?”

Steve shrugs. “Yeah, I mean. What else do you bring after a break up?”

And.

Billy feels like shit. “Steve I didn’t mean that--”

“I know.” He says. Soft, like a confession. “I’ll always dream of you, you know that?” Billy’s heart kicks into overdrive when Steve leans forward, slipping the earmuffs against his head, and.

Putting the world to sleep.

#harringrove #aah I wrote this in literally two hours #I love u sm cherr #Happy new year!#tw: sensory overload

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stonerbughead · 4 years ago

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Maria watches friday night lights (#35)

5x12 baby, helpppp how are we already at the penultimate episode (already, i say, after dragging this first-ever watch out basically as long as humanly possible L O L why am i like this)

my reactions / recap / flailing under the cut

I see that Tyra is literally the preview photo so I’m already like OH SHITTTT

Tami coming home from the airport with potentially life-altering news...and Eric is asleep in front of the TV on the couch, clearly trying to wait up for her, my heart.

AHHH Julie’s home??? A surprise? This is so fucking cute! The ending vibes are definitely here.

Omg Tim are you good, baby? Is he throwing his bed out of the trailer? Damn he clearly has so much trauma from prison.

Damn NBC 8 is pulling up, that’s how you know it’s State. “It’s State, Levi, get used to it.” “No, I’ll NEVER get used to it!” Lmao i love Levi.

WOW look at Luke trying to set up childcare so moms can participate in a hearing about school funding! GO OFF KING

Omg i almost forgot Mindy was pregnant again. Billy’s so excited...oh fuck, TWINS? They’re gonna be so broke forever. Mindy is as horrified as I would be lmao

Oh shit, here we go...Tami’s finally telling Eric about the job offer...and admitting she wants it!!! AHH

“We’d have to move to Philadelphia.” “We live in Texas. Honey, Texas...is where our friends and family are. Texas is where I work, Texas is where I have my job.” Weren’t y’all just thinking about moving to Florida like two episodes ago? I smell a double standard, sir!

Ugh Eric is shutting down. “I can’t talk about this right now.” BISH

“How many times have we moved before for your job?” MMHMM that’s right, Eric! You look shell-shocked but you need to take that in, sit with it!

Tim Riggins behind the bar is hot. Just an observation.

Ugh, the tension between poor Tim and Billy. Tim’s gonna go to Alaska?! WOW did not see that plan coming!

“What the hell are you gonna do, sleep with a bunch of woodchucks?” BILLY WHAT LMAO

“You’re gonna leave Texas?” “YES.” I love the drama in both these back to back conversations about the thought of Leaving Texas.

Broken dryer, Jess, I’ve been there. Like right now, we have a broken dryer in our apartment. Ooh, Vince coming and finding her and being gentle!

Aw poor Jess. “I finally found a coach who was open-minded enough to let me in and not laugh at me. He lets me shadow him and teach me how to be a coach, and now they’re gonna take it all away.” These poor kids.

VINCE: “We won’t let that happen.” MY HEART. I love them.

Wow, Luke’s being sold a low-tier football program, isn’t he? “We just got a Costco, and a brand new movie theater in the town.” yikes.

How is a reporter asking Eric “are you worried he’s taking on too much?” about a teenage boy. Like, how do they know this much about Vince’s life? Texas football culture will forever amaze me, even after watching almost the entire series.

“We haven’t even scratched the surface of what Vince Howard can do.” AWWW my heart! Eric is such a good coach.

Oh wow, the East Dillon Lions vs. Dillon Panthers funding debate!!! Did they send a Booster Club representative here to Buddy’s door to shake him down? “There’s gonna be a lot of changes.” Like what IS THIS?

“Vince Howard is gonna be a Panther.” This is... A Lot. “That chair at the head of the table is waiting on you.”

Oh nooooo Tim getting physical with a customer.

“I’ve been waiting five minutes for my drink.” FAMILIAR VOICE IN THE CORNER??? “Hey there, jailbird.” It’s Tyra, and she has long brown hair! I dig it! I dig this reunion!

Aw, Eric coming home and immediately apologizing to Tami for earlier.

Tami’s being realistic that if the Lions lose, their economic situation is in jeopardy—so a good job offer on the table is something to consider!

“So you’re routing against us?” OMG and there’s a moment when Tami thinks he’s referring to them but then realizes he’s referring to “oh, the team?” jfc “You and I, or us the Lions. Of course.”

“You know what, I’ve been a coach’s wife for 18 years. Every decision we’ve made has been based on your coaching career.” LIFE BEYOND FOOTBALL OH SHIT

Oh God Eric’s getting up with the keys???? Come on, dude! This is not cool! There are so many colleges and high schools in Pennsylvania! I promise they play football there!

Omg did Tyra just tell Tim about the twins since he refused to really talk to Billy?

Aw Tyra wrote to him in prison? That’s sweet.

Awww Mindy’s literally having a breakdown about not having enough space, and not being able to handle three kids. These poor babes. And the football team’s fate hinges on this because of the assistant coach’s salary...fucking crazy

Ooh now Buddy’s trying to hype Eric up on the Panther-Lions Superteam they’re gonna create.

Aw the whole fam at Billy and Mindy’s—Tyra, Becky, even Mama Collette.

“He’s got some stupid idea he’s gonna go to Alaska and work on a pipeline.” Well, when someone comes to prison and tells you they’ll actually let someone who has to check the felony box work a job with decent wages, yeah. God, the prison industrial complex sucks. Feeds the most vulnerable people into the shittiest jobs.

Julie outside of the Saracen home? Awww. Has she seen him since that romantic Chicago good-bye?

Luke, listen to Becky!! “I’d really appreciate if you put down the wrench and listen to me.” YES GURL

“That’s not real. You are! And I just think there’s been a lot of misunderstandings.” “Well, that’s really pretty you should put it in a love poem.” “Are you kidding me? Go to hell!” yeah, correct answer, Becky! These teens are under so much STRESS! The DRAMA!

Omg all these grown men screaming at the town hall meeting about football i cannot

Ewww these classist fucks. “Some of us on this side of town happen to own our houses.” Eat the rich.

Why the fuck is Billy writing a fucking speech while driving? And he’s surprised he swerved? Sir…

Aw poor Eric with pain in his eyes telling Billy he can’t be definitive about his job security...I mean, yeah.

Aw, Luke coming into the bar while Tim is working after...that talk with Becky…

“You and Becky...are you in love with her?” Tim looks so amused. “Are you serious?” “...Yeah. “No, I’m not in love with Becky. I care about her.” THANK YOU BOYS AND GIRLS CAN BE FRIENDS. Is this not what Becky tried to tell you last night? “I’ve been there a few times when nobody else was, but that’s about it.”

Aw Luke is so similar to Tim rn! Not “feeling it” from the school that wants him, even tho he loves football!

“You’re going to state, yeah? Nothing’s gonna beat that.” “Play it that way. Play it like it’s the last time you’re ever gonna lace up.” Some iconic Tim Riggins lines here!

“We were at the meeting last night, but we don’t want to argue or yell, we just want to give you our thoughts.” MY HEART i love Vince and Jess. “Well, that’ll be refreshing.” LOL after all these grown ass men were screaming over each other

“Was it really that bad?” “If you’re asking if I was raped in prison, Tyra, the answer’s no.” LOSING IT at this exchange lmao

“Tim Riggins, what the hell is going on with you?” that’s the question!

Oh shit is Tyra just finding out that Tim took the fall for Billy now...fuck

“He had a wife, a family. I had the chance to give him something, to give Stevie something we never had. To give him his father.” Damn, the look on Tyra’s face. She knows all too well why he did what he did even tho it fucked him up :( THE EMOTION. THE PAIN!

Damn they’re announcing the decision on the Dillon teams *before* state?

“What are you hoping for?” loaded question, Julie! “I hope that the Lions get to stay put, and I hope that I get to be Dean of Admissions at Braemore College.” awww yeah you do deserve it all, Tami.

Oh wow all these people from both teams standing in the street, drinking and talking and waiting for the decision with “i was living in a devil’s town” playing??? THIS SHOW.

I feel for the dude who has to address this town about this decision.

Anddd there it is, they eliminated the East Dillon program. The rich kids cheering for their victory in front of the poor kids mourning the end of the program they fought to make better is so fucking tacky.

And omg now they have to play state?

“Let me tell you something, you’re gonna be the star quarterback of the Dillon panthers next year, and you’re gonna shine.” OH this hug between Eric and Vince! “See you at practice tomorrow.” Again, the reminder that these people gotta play a *state championship*! wild

“We need to talk.” BUDDY WHAT?

Aw Julie and Tyra hanging out and there are Panthers screaming out of cars. “Welcome back to Dillon.” “No place like it.” Oh, this warms my heart.

I love this exchange: “You know, it’s kind of like this drug. When you get outside of it, you see it for what it really is. But when you’re in it, it seems like there’s no other possible reality.” “It’s a hard place to shake.” “Yeah...I didn’t see that one coming.”

“Whatever happened with you and Matty?” SAME, TYRA, SAME. “We’re good. I mean, we still talk every now and then. He went to Chicago. I went to visit him awhile back, and...I don’t really know what we are or aren’t or…” INTRIGUE. “I kind of just really miss him.” “Life’s harder when you really love someone.” Awwww. I loved that scene so much.

Wow, Buddy and Eric are talking at the Panthers field?

Oh, Buddy’s trying to sell him on winning the championship and then going to the Panthers to coach along with Vince….

“I can never come back to this school and coach. Never.” I mean, FAIR.

“Three rings in six years. That’s history. No one’s ever done that. You’ve got everything you want.” Yeah, Buddy, but does Tami get what she wants in that scenario?

Lol i love all the East Dillon Lions drunk on the field, like seasons’ past with teams past…

“Alright I’m taking a piece of grass home.” LOL TINK

To State and to Coach Taylor, huh? Sounds familiar. And Buddy Jr. is puking. Lmao.

“Just make sure you’re really okay with losing him.” YES Tyra! As much as Billy has majorly fucked up, i agree with her that the idea of the Riggins brothers losing each other when they ONLY had each other for so long...it makes my heart sad.

Oh shit are Tim and Tyra about to kiss? I almost forgot they were together back when this whole show started! “Please don’t go.” DAMNNN

Wow what a scene. Eric comes home with his news that he could have “everything” and Tami replies, “I’ll say to you what you haven’t had the grace to say to me: congratulations, Eric.

“I want you to take me someplace.” “Where?” “I’ll tell you when we’re on the way.” This is really cute! Also Tyra is so hot damn gurl i see you!

Aw Vince shooting his shot, yes! “What about you and me?” “I was really proud of how hard you tried. Thank you.”

“You already have two strikes against you.” “Jess, I was born with two strikes against me.” LOL SO TRUE. and aw what a hug!

Tyra took him to his land, didn’t she??? “Alaska, Tim?” He’s SMILING. Is that Texas Forever vibes i’m seeing here?

AH, Matt is home with a Christmas tree to see his grandma!!! She’s so excited!!

Aw she forgot his dad’s dead? “Did you say it was Christmas?” Oh this is so sad.

Why are Buddy and the Panthers coach standing at the Taylors’ front door like fucking cops late at night? This football program is sinister at times.

“Eighteen years.” Yeah, Tami. And then she turns it back on: “Can I get you two anything? Iced tea, water?” and FADE TO BLACK.

Damn!! What an amazing set-up for a series finale I’ve heard only good things about!!! AHHHH

#maria watches friday night lights #mine #friday night lights 5x12

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stealthy-like-a-ninja · 5 years ago

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A Silent Vow

Where Steve reflects on what has happened and what’s to come.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader

Steve laid back down beside you and let out a sigh. Although he was ridiculously tired, he just couldn’t fall asleep.

The lamp on your bedside table flickered a few times beside him, indicating its need for a new light bulb sooner rather than later, while Sting’s soothing voice played quietly from the record player that sat on top of your dresser. He lost count of how many times he’d gotten up to restart your vinyl copy of Synchronicity by that point but didn’t really care as he mindlessly tapped along to the rhythm and stared at the ceiling.

He was pretty sure that he was the only one awake in the house, seeing how late it was. Ms. Henderson had gone to bed fairly early that night while you and he were cuddled up on the couch watching Grease with Dustin. It was your turn to pick the movie so neither he or Dustin really had a choice in the matter, but your little brother still made sure to express his annoyance in not being able to watch A New Hope again as he flopped into the lazy-boy recliner and grumpily stuffed his mouth full of popcorn.

Once the movie concluded, Steve was reluctant about not waking you from the peaceful slumber you had dozed off into so that the two of you could go up to bed. Dustin, on the other hand, was less considerate and wasted no time in throwing a pillow at your head so that you’d get up.

“We’re helping the Byers’ and El move tomorrow, and I don’t want to listen to you complain about how sore you are because you slept on the couch all night,” your little brother grumbled as he climbed out of the chair. Steve was about to scold him for being a dickhead, but didn’t get the chance to before Dustin muttered a quick goodnight to the two of you and made his way upstairs to his bedroom because she was tired; even though you all knew he was really just calling his girlfriend, Suzie.

You and Steve, however, followed suit and made the trek up to your bedroom as well, deciding to call it a night with just how exhausted the two of you were.

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep with how drainingly busy you had been. It was your last year at Hawkins High School along with Nancy, and you had been up to your ears in homework and extracurriculars. However, even with all the time you spent studying and doing other things, you never let Steve or any of your friends fall under the radar. You helped him create a new resume that he was to use to apply to jobs with Robin the following day, drove Dustin and the rest of the party to and from school almost every day, and insisted that you’d help with whatever the Byers’ would need as they prepped for their departure from Hawkins in the upcoming weeks.

Although you tried to hide it, Steve (and everyone else) was able to see right through your facade of not being too upset over the Byers’ and Eleven moving away. Jonathan was one of your oldest friends, Will and Eleven were two more little siblings you never had; as were the rest of the party, and Joyce was very much a motherly figure to you and always had been. It was only natural that you’d see them off despite how tired and worn out you truly were.

As the next song started playing from the record player, you unconsciously snuggled closer to your boyfriend, and he couldn’t help but grin warmly. You looked so peaceful. However, Steve couldn’t help but think about how that was a completely different story leading up to the events that occurred three months earlier. Soon leading him to let his thoughts begin swarming.

To say that you and Steve had been through a lot would be an understatement. In fact, the two of you had basically been dragged through hell and back, but still managed to function as if nothing had happened. Well, almost. A lot occurred since the two of you started dating around Christmastime the year prior, not to mention everything that happened before that too.

Soon enough, Steve was overcome with the fresh memories of his entire relationship with you.

The two of you always knew each other, Hawkins was incredibly small after all, but you were never really close. However, that all changed in the fall of 1983 when Will and your friend Barb were sucked into the Upside Down, and the first Demogorgon wreaked havoc on your beloved town... The stupid thing almost got you too, but Steve came out of nowhere with that nail-filled bat of his during that fight.

After that, things were quiet, and life resumed as regularly as it possibly could. Steve started seeing you a lot more, thanks to the budding friendship you formed with Nancy after losing Barb, Dustin’s friendship with her younger brother Mike and fighting the monster from the Upside Down together. You, her, and Jonathan grew insanely close after everything, which naturally led to Steve being around much more often as well since he and Nancy were still dating.

After what Nancy said to Steve at the party, he was crushed, but you were there. You went out of your way to try to cheer him up because you refused to pick sides when it came to him and Nancy. He appreciated it more than he could explain, and couldn’t help but notice a warm fuzzy feeling that formed whenever he was around you after that.

He never acted on those feelings, though. Instead, he tried to bury them deep down in hopes they would never surface; but, things changed once Dustin unknowingly brought home a cat-eating, future Demogorgon called Dart.

Steve soon got a firsthand look at just how badass you were when the two of you fought off the demodogs in the old junkyard after you demanded that the Dustin stayed on the bus with Max and Lucas. You naturally had each other’s backs during the whole thing and him fighting with his bat, and you with your trusty crowbar sure put a dent in those bastards from the Upside Down.

Billy showing up at the Wheeler’s house after the junkyard was probably one of Steve’s least favourite memories that you were involved in. It wasn’t because of how he got royally beat up, even though that sucked, but because of how helpless he knew, he made you feel. The sounds of you sobbing and screaming at Billy to stop as Dustin, Mike, and Lucas held you back was on a sickening loop in his mind for days after that, but he really couldn’t think about it at the time seeing he was only barely conscious.

The rest of that night happened in a blur. Steve woke up in the back of Billy’s car while Max was driving, and you nowhere to be found. He soon figured out that Dustin and Mike somehow locked you in the trunk because they knew you’d try to put a stop to their plan, and although they could all hear you yelling and thrashing in the back, none of the kids answered when Steve asked where you were.

“She’s fine, we’re almost there anyway,” Dustin assured while Steve just shook his head, that was until it dawned on him that Max was driving the car and he started freaking out.

He remembered how livid you were as soon as the car came to a stop, and kids opened the trunk again. But, even that anger was short-lived when you looked over to see him awake and basically falling out of the car. You were by his side in an instant, helping him stay upright, and joining him in telling the kids that they were not going down into those tunnels. Brave of both of you to assume any of them would actually listen.

Down in the tunnels, Steve led the group, and you went to follow at the end of it. However, Dustin said he’d go last; and despite your protesting, your baby brother was firm and did not take no for an answer.

“As the man of the family, it’s up to me to make sure you’re safe,” he argued.

“But Dusty-.”

“No buts, Y/N. Follow along.”

Steve watched as you smiled before reaching over to take of Dustin’s hat so you could ruffle his curls, even though you knew he hated when you did that.

“My hero.”

“Whatever,” he grumbled as he snatched his hat back before following behind you and Max.

Once the group was further into the caves and the six of you were a bit more spaced out from one another, Steve was still able to notice your distressed reaction to Dustin yelling from somewhere further behind. The commotion instantly caught his attention, and when he quickly whipped back around, he was able to see, from was what was visible, of your face go pale before you took off in the direction of your brother while he and the rest of the kids followed. When you all reached Dustin, and he started coughing and claiming he was ok, you immediately thumped him in the head and gave him shit for scaring you like that, something Steve couldn’t help but smile at before continuing on again.

As soon as the hub was on fire and everyone was running back to the entrance, you were so focused on getting the kids out first and making sure that they were ok. When a tentacle type thing wrapped itself around Mike’s ankle, you ripped Steve’s bat from his hands and used it to free the youngest Wheeler, and almost started swinging again at Dart once it showed up; but Steve held you back as Dustin took control of the situation. You instinctively gripped onto his hand as you watched your brother interact with the demodog out of fear, which Steve would tease you about after the fact, although the gesture secretly made him a little flustered.

Your little group passed Dart and started bolting back towards where you entered the tunnels originally, you were all aware of how fast you’d have to move based off the screeching of more demodogs approaching. Once everyone reached the rope used to get down there, you helped Max, Lucas, and Mike get out as soon as you could. Just as you were about to help Dustin up, Steve’s arms wrapped around you and started lifting you up so you could climb out.

“You’re next,” he muttered as a surprised yelp left your mouth, but you were quick in recovering as you grabbed ahold of the rope and climbed the rest of the way.

As soon as you were above ground again, you immediately went back to the hole and looked down to help the other two, but much to your dismay, they were frozen as a massive pack of demodogs came rushing at them.

“No!” You yelled as the other kids called for Dustin to come on before watching in horror as Steve stepped in front of your brother to keep him protected from the oncoming heard, but then, the demodogs started running past them without attacking. Steve pulled Dustin close just in case one did attack, but you all knew they wouldn’t because they were too focused on something else. Eleven was closing the gate.

Steve and Dustin were quick in getting out of the tunnels after that, and you wasted no time in pulling Dustin into a bone-crushing hug and repeating the same thing over and over again.

“Thank god you’re ok.”

As soon as Dustin assured that he was indeed ok, you let him go and stepped back so his friends could take over.

Steve lingered nearby, watching the exchange happen between you and Dustin with a small smile as he patiently waited for the next step. But before he knew it, a pair of arms wrapped around his middle, and he was met by you crashing into his chest in a tight embrace.

“I’m so glad you’re ok too,” you stated, shaking your head as Steve instinctively put his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if something happened.”

“Hey, it’s alright,” he soothed as he started rubbing small circles on your back, his heart clenching when a choked sob left your mouth. “You’re ok, no one got hurt. We’re safe.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” you replied as you started pulling away. Steve could tell you were embarrassed about breaking down like that as you reached away to wipe away the tears spilling from your eyes, and that made him feel even worse. “God, I’m such a mess.”

“No, you aren’t, Y/N. You are one hell of a badass, though.”

A small gasp left your mouth as Steve gently placed his hand under your chin so that you’d be facing him. He didn’t say anything else as he used his thumb to wipe away a few of your stray tears before eventually meeting your gaze, and feeling himself soften. An unfamiliar feeling started swarming in his stomach as you two stood there, staring at each other. Although he had yet to admit it, you caused him to feel massive amounts of butterflies whenever you were around, and that little predicament was no exception.

Slowly, his gaze moved to your lips before fluttering back to lock eye contact with you and letting out a sigh.

“I might regret this,” he started. “But fuck it.”

His grip on your waist tightened as he started leaning down towards you, and you gulped. There was no denying that you had feelings for Steve by that point, but was he really about to kiss you? Your brain screamed at you to move away. He was your brother's best friend and mentor, not to mention one of your best friends exes, but still, as you watched his eyes flutter shut again while he moved to brush his lips against yours slightly, there was no way you were going to stop him.

However, something else did.

The headlights from the car parked only a few feet away grew extremely bright, causing you and Steve to move away from one another just so you could shield your eyes from the beam. You both stepped closer to the kids, confused as to what was going on as the brightness increased, but then it all clicked once the headlights shut off on their own. Eleven closed the gate.

After that, life went on to somewhat resume normally, well, as normally as it could in Hawkins.

Will ended up being ok for the time being after El took care of the Mind Flayer, and before anyone knew it, a month had passed.

During that month, Barb’s funeral happened, which was tough, but you all powered through it. Eleven officially became Jane ‘El’ Hopper, and you continued life as a high school junior. Fall soon turned into winter, and although it was hard to just forget about everything that happened, everyone tried their best to do just that. And to top it all off, you and Steve had barely spoken.

It was awkward as hell. You’d see each other in the hallways at school, and just avoid each other. Neither of you was sure how to even initiate a conversation after the almost kiss you shared, and it was obviously eating away at the both of you.

Jonathan, Nancy, and Dustin were the ones to pick up on how weird you and Steve had gotten to be around each other, not that it was tough for them to tell either. Dustin approached Steve about it (even though he wasn’t too keen on the fact that the girl his friend was fawning over was his sister at first) and told him to man the hell up (even though he didn’t), while subtly trying to get you to hang out with them; to which you consistently declined. You felt really bad about it all and continued avoiding Steve until Jonathan and Nancy called you out on it.

The first thing you did was apologize to Nancy for being a shitty friend, but much to your surprise, she just chuckled. She explained that it was ok if you liked Steve, but what wasn’t ok was how mopy you were because you hadn’t talked to him. Jonathan backed up her on her statements and explained how they were pretty sure Steve felt the same way, but still, neither of you spoke to the other.

When it came time for the snowball, Steve dropped Dustin off at Hawkins Middle School and was completely not expecting to see you all dressed up and helping out Nancy at the punch bowl. Sure he knew you were going to be there. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been needed to drive Dustin, but still, just the sight of you allowed the familiar feeling of a weight being placed on his chest form, and he just simply could not look away. As he watched you, he couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips as you smiled at whoever came up to get some punch, or how you stuck your tongue out at Dustin once he entered the gym. He became entranced. So focused on you, that he actually jumped when you moved your head to the side and ended up locking eye contact with him through the window.

He froze instantly, as did you, but once Nancy noticed what you were gawking at, she smiled a little and nudged you to snap you back to reality. Steve watched as Nancy said something to you before you nodded in response and started walking towards him, almost as if you were on a mission. He remained parked in his spot as you pushed through doors and right up to his car.

“Uh, hi.” Was all he was able to blurt out as he got a better view of how good you looked in your dress.

“Hey,” you replied back and crouched down so you could be eye to eye with him. “We need to talk.”

Slowly, he nodded, not having it in him to avoid the situation any longer. “Yeah, hop in.”

You did as he said and climbed into the passenger seat, not saying anything else as he pulled away from the door and into a parking space on the other side of the building.

Cyndi Lauper’s Time After Time started blaring from the gym as you and Steve got out of his car and moved to sit on the hood. Neither of you spoke up, but the silence was deafening, and you knew you’d lose your mind if you didn’t speak up sooner or later.

“So…”

“We almost kissed,” Steve finished, and glanced over at you. Your cheeks instantly flushed red, and you were extremely thankful it was a bit chilly out because it helped mask your blush a bit better.

“We did,” you replied, unsure of what to say next.

“I’m not sorry about it,” he blurted out and caused your gaze to snap to him.

“What?”

“I said, I’m not sorry about it,” he repeated, as you shook your head.

“Steve-.”

“I like you, Henderson. A lot. I’m not going to apologize for wanting to kiss you, regardless of how shitty that makes me seem for doing such a thing to Nancy…”

He trailed off on the last part of his sentence and slowly dropped his gaze to the ground. You blinked twice, wanting to make sure you processed the fact that he actually said those things before speaking up again.

“Is that why you were avoiding me?”

“Yeah,” he answered with a nod. “And I wasn’t too sure how Dustin would feel about the whole thing at first.”

“What do you mean, at first?” You questioned while furrowing your eyebrows.

“Pretty sure he’s been spending the last couple of weeks trying to set us up,” Steve laughed and looked back to you. “But I was still too nervous to actually talk to you.”

“Well, you had no need to be.”

“What?”

“Cause I feel the same, Harrington,” you explained and could’ve sworn you saw his eyes light up. “I was chicken too. I didn’t want to hurt Dusty or Nancy, but in actuality, they were the ones pushing me to not be such a coward and just speak to you.”

“Oh, wow,” he replied with wide eyes and let out a breath. “So, what now?”

“Well, I wouldn’t mind if you actually kissed me this time.”

He smiled at that before facing you again and shaking his head. “Don’t need to tell me twice.”

You didn’t have time to react before Steve was leaning in and crashing his lips against yours. Although you always expected to like the feeling of kissing him, you didn’t think you’d miss the sensation so quickly when he moved away. The two of you stared at one another before immediately reaching out and pulling the other closer than you already were. His arms wrapped around your waist, and your hands tangled into his hair as your mouths collided once again.

The two of you made out for a minute or so before the song in the gym changed and was replaced with the familiar riff of Every Breath You Take, causing you to moan slightly before slightly breaking away from the kiss.

“I love this song,” you mumbled against his lips with a smirk.

He let out a laugh before kissing you again and slowly leaning you back onto the hood of his car. “Sure sets the mood, alright.”

Before things could get any steamier, a deep voice called out and caused the two of you to instantly move away from one another.

“Is that you over there, Harrington?”

Of all people that could have noticed the two of you, it just had to be Hopper. Turned out, he was only a few feet away talking to Joyce, who was giggling as she realized what had just happened. “Oh, leave them, be, would you?”

Hop just shook once he saw you slowly stood up beside Steve and tried not to laugh. Steve could tell the sheriff wanted to say something but didn’t as he looked to Joyce and started walking in the other direction.

“Just stay out of trouble, you two.”

“And have a good night!” Joyce chimed in before following after Hopper.

Once they were out of sight, you and Steve glanced at each other and burst out laughing. After a few minutes of trying to catch your breath from laughing so hard, the two of you agreed to go get some food at the diner before having to come back and pick Dustin up.

And that was how it all began. As Steve looked down at your still sleeping figure, he smiled as he thought about just how hard and how fast he fell for you. It’d been a year since then, and he didn’t even have words to describe how happy he was just with you, even on top of what happened during the summer months.

It was supposed to be an uneventful summer. Steve started working at Scoops Ahoy, and you were working at a clothing shop on the upper level of Starcourt. Seeing as there wasn’t anything ever really going on in Hawkins anymore, and Dustin was away at camp, you and Steve tried to make the most of it, and spent what free time the two had together; even planning to save up and take a little weekend trip together before you started school again up to Chicago or Detroit, you guys hadn’t decided yet. However, that never happened.

Instead, your summer was filled with Russians, the return of the Mind Flayer, lots of death, and just overall a ton of traumatic experiences. You were kidnapped, and had to witness Steve get beat up, again; although he did win one fight, which you did give him credit for. The two of you, along with Robin, were injected with a truth serum that just created a mess of things when your boyfriend told your captors your brother's full name and resulted in you almost taking matters into your own hands by murdering him yourself.

Along with all that, many people you knew actually did die. Whether it had been because of the Mind Flayer and his army made up of people you knew (like Billy and Heather), the fall of Starcourt itself, having to fight off the Mind Flayer and face the possibility of losing any of the people you cared for most, or how everyone had to accept the loss of Hopper after he closed the gate to the Upside Down once again to prevent anything like that to happen again. It was sure one bitch of a summer, but still, somehow, you and Steve managed to survive.

It truly amazed Steve what the two of you had been through together when he thought about it. It’s been a shit show of a ride, but the two of you, Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, Erica, and the party, all ended up being ok, which is all either of you could have really asked for.

The sound of the record coming to an end once again brought Steve back to reality from his thoughts, and he let out a sigh. He glanced over at the alarm clock to see that it was almost three in the morning and let out a groan. With a roll of his eyes at himself for staying up so late, he sat up so he could reach over to turn off the lamp and call it a night, but froze when you started whimpering and moving around beside him.

You were having a nightmare. Steve had them too. He knew first hand how terrifying they were, filled with images and memories of all the things he’s had to face, and he absolutely hated the thought of you going through that.

Your whimpers turned into pleas. You were begging for your boyfriend, Dustin, and the others to be left alone so that they could be safe, but with the way, your movements got more aggressive, and your breathing came more sporadic; Steve knew he couldn’t let you suffer through that.

“Y/N,” he whispered and started shaking your shoulders gently, not wanting to scare you even more. You began thrashing by that point, and his heart broke. “Y/N, I need you to wake up. Please babe, just open your eyes for me.”

After a brief moment, you gasped loudly and finally woke from your dream. Steve watched as you took a few deep breaths to calm yourself and blinked as your eyes adjusted to the light-filled room. Once your heart rate steadied, you finally looked to him and sent him a small smile.

“Hey,” he said softly and reached out to hold onto your hand.

“Hey,” you replied with one more deep breath and squeezed his hand. “Did I wake you up?”

“No, I couldn’t sleep as it was,” he explained before moving to brush some hair away from your face. “Nightmare?”

You nodded tiredly, tears welling up in your eyes. “The Mind Flayer almost got you in that one.”

“Hey, it’s alright,” Steve soothed as he shifted his position so that he could lay back down beside you and pull you into his chest. “I’m right here. Not going anywhere, ok?”

You nodded again.

“But what if something happens again, Steve? What if it’s worse next time?”

Your voice was barely a whisper as it was drowned out by a few sobs, killing him just a little bit more inside as he thought about what you said.

“You can’t think like that,” he told you firmly before placing a kiss to the top of your head. “We’re going to be just fine with whatever life throws at us. You know this.”

“I do,” you replied softly. “As long as we’re together.”

“Exactly. Now try to go back to sleep, you need rest.”

“Aye aye captain,” you chuckled before cuddling up even closer to him. He just smiled in response and reached over to turn the lamp off. Once he was done, he returned to his spot next to you and wrapped his arms protectively around your waist again.

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep again, Steve even stayed up a little while longer just to make sure you didn’t have another nightmare. As soon as he was sure you were resting peacefully, he let himself drift off into sleep, but not without mumbling a quick ‘I love you’ while making a silent promise to himself to keep you safe from what life could possibly throw next at the two of you.

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #dustin henderson imagine #will byers imagine #lucas sinclair imagine #max Hargrove imagine #eleven imagine #mike wheeler imagine #nancy wheeler imagine #dustin henderson #henderson!reader #henderson!y/n #jonathan byers imagine

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peachximagines · 5 years ago

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Princess Five 3

Billy Hargrove x poc!reader

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I watched Steve’s car to pull into the driveway. I had begged Hopper to call him over under the guise of showing my new wardrobe. I knew Steve was mad at me but I needed his help. I need him to explain so many things. I listen to the casualties downstairs before Steve ascends the narrow staircase to my room. I open the door without moving from the spot on my bed.

“Hey Five,” he closes the creaky door behind him. “I’m really sorry about last night, I was just real worried-” I shush him. He stops abruptly, raising an eyebrow at me. “Okay little shit, screw my apology then.” He smiles, perching next to me.

“I have questions.” I say, watching him process the words in his head. Steve’s face contorts from relaxed to confused very quickly.

“About?”

“When you were with Nancy did you ever feel really hot? Like did your stomach bubble like fucking magma?” He blushes, realizing something that I can’t even grasp.

“Yeah, yeah sometimes Fee. Why do you ask?” his voice was cautious.

“I get that feeling. I feel hot and shaky and I don’t know why and my crotch feels weird and-”

“Shut the hell up.” He blocks his ears. I raised an eyebrow. Why was this a weird discussion? I just wanted to know why my biology was screwing me over. And he blocked his ears as if my thoughts were being turned into soundwaves his brain could process. They’re already in him.

“You’re just like,” he sighs. “You’re horny.” He covers his face with one of my pillows.

“Horny? My appearance hasn’t changed much?”

“Five, do you know where babies come from?” Steve sits upright again, facing me. His cheeks were crimson.

“I know the process of procreation, I’m not that naive.” I roll my eyes, kicking him gently.

“Well, this feeling your getting is because you want to do the act of procreation, but without the kid part.” My eyes widen at the realization and it’s my turn to be embarrassed.

“People do that for pleasure purposes?” This was news to me. I wanted to have sex with Hargrove? Why was I never taught this in the lab? It’s a biological function that my body has the hormones for. I guess I never thought I would be the one to be procreating. Maybe the lab didn’t think I would even reach this age.

“Yeah, but you don’t have to do it. You can do it yourself.” He murmurs the last part. “It’s called masturbation, Five. God, why can’t your dad have this conversation with you?”

“Because Hopper can’t know I get aroused! He can’t know that I think about people in this way.” I bury my face in the pillow Steve had discarded. Oh God.

“This is golden,” Steve laughs, falling next to me on the bed. His laughter shook the bed. His inhales were contagious and I couldn’t help but laugh a little too.

“I don’t even know how to masturbate.” My thoughts sound dejected. Steve laughs even harder. He grips his stomach, curling into a ball.

“You sound so damn sad, so goddamn sad.” He squeezes the words out between gasps of air. I laugh into the pillow, gripping it tightly. “You’ll figure it out.”

The chilled air permeates through my layers. Hopper was sound asleep in bed by the time I left. I had Hargrove’s jacket around me as I trekked to the parked car. Hargrove was lazily smoking a cigarette against the hood of his car.

“Hi princess,” he stomps the cigarette out. “I like the jacket, where’d you get it?” His voice held inclinations of humor. I smile at him, giggling softly. He opens the passenger door for me and I sink into the seat. I watch him swagger over to the driver side. Hargove slips in and locks the door. He looks at me, really drinking in the sight of me. I tried with my appearance today. The thick coils of my hair were pulled into an afro puff at the base of my head. I laid my baby hairs like I saw other urban women doing in the magazines. Hargrove cups my jaw softly, tilting my head towards him. He looks in my eyes, leaning in. His eyes flicker down to my lips and back to my face.

“May I kiss you, Five?” the question filled my body with the new feeling of arousal. I hummed an affirmative and let my eyes slip shut. His soft lips press against mine. It’s not a passionate kiss like in the movies with reunited lovers. The position felt awkward and I’ve never done this before. I felt like I was completely thrown in the pool without warning. But the kiss was gentle and slow. His lips barely moved, but he gently coaxed me deeper into him. Lust and arousal bloom deep in my stomach and I let out a breathy noise. Hargove pressed deeper into the kiss, his lips moving a little more. He pulls away for a beat.

“Come sit on my lap, princess.” The command sounded more like a gentle suggestion and I found myself crawling over the low divider to sit on his lap. Hargrove smiled at me, his eyes soft but hungry. “So beautiful. So fucking beautiful.” He pulled me back to him for a deeper kiss. The fire that bloomed in my continued to burn and rage. I felt like my movements were awkward but he gently led me through the motions. Not forceful, but gently and carefully. I took a risk. I pulled away from him. His lips were kissed red and he was breathless just like I. I lean forward, pressing a kiss to the exposed skin in his chest. I wanted to kiss him everywhere that I could reach. I could feel his pounding heart against my lips as I traveled the expanse of his chest. Hargrove’s breaths picked up. He whispers my name like a prayer and I wanted to be his goddess. I wanted him to worship me the way I was worshipping him. I wanted him to feel like this only with me and I need him to only say my name with such need and desperation. This must’ve been what he meant when he said he wanted me to be only naughty for him. I lean back up, pressing our lips back together, the need for him growing by the minute.

“We don’t have to do anything tonight princess,” he whispers against my lips, “just having you like this, is enough.” he kisses me again.

“Having you so needy in my lap is enough. I bet you’ve never been like this with anyone, have you?” I shake my head no. “Good. I wanna be the only one who gets you like this. To only be this needy for me.” I press my lips against his again, moaning softly. I want the same.I push the thought to him, begging for him to understand.

“I bet you wanna be my only girl,” he whispers, kissing my jaw down to my neck. “You wanna be the only one squirming and grinding so dirty in my lap?” I whimper again, shaking. Yes, yes please. I hadn’t even noticed that our hips had picked up our own languid rhythm. “I’m gonna think about you when I’m in the shower. I gonna think about your sexy body on mine so desperate for me when I jack off, princess.” That was the masturbation Steve was talking about. He wanted to think of me that way? Good. I whine against his lips, pressing my hips harder against his. Hargrove’s hands travelled underneath the layers, pressing cold fingers against my hot skin. His fingers dug into my skin, massaging deep. I want to feel like this forever.

“You sound so pretty, princess.” He bites the skin on my neck gently, causing a gasp to be ripped from my lungs. I lean my head back, giving him more access to me. His mouth works, nipping and biting the spot until it was raw and tender. I want to whisper his name, I want to force myself to speak but not even in this blissful crazy moment I could bring myself to utter it gently. I want to whisper his name like he whispered mine as I kissed his addicting skin, letting him know that he was my god. Our actions were my new religion and I’d pray to him like he prayed to me. Hargrove’s thin lips retract from my skin, his tongue brushing over it gently.

“A nice little mark for you princess. So everyone knows that you’re mine now,” Hargrove seems satisfied. A mark? That’s evidence. Evidence of me running from the house in secret. Evidence of my misbehavior. Evidence that will build Hopper’s case and back to the cabin. Hargrove must notice my mild panic. “It’s okay princess. Cover it with makeup from your daddy.” He teases. “But when you’re out, when you’re away from him, I want you to show it off. Everyone needs to know.” I nod. “I think it’s time to drop you off.” I move from his warm lap and back to tge cold seat. I wrap the jacket tight around my shoulders, willing the cold to leave my body.

“I had fun, princess. We should do this more often,” Hargrove looks over his shoulders as he pulls out of the woods and onto an equally dead road. I nod, wanting to put my hand on his. He grips the gear stick with a grip of death. I hesitantly place a hand on it as well. Hargrove peeks over at me.

“If you wanna hold my hand all you have to do is ask,” He pauses. “Well you can’t really can you?” I shy away, pulling my hand back to me like I was burnt. Hargrove reaches out, grabbing the hand back and kisses the knuckles. He places our clasped hands on his thigh where they remain for the rest of the ride.

We turn onto my street. I point to my house and Hargrove cuts the headlights. I don’t want to pull my hand from the warm grasp. He kisses my knuckles again before he kisses me.

“Bye princess,” I wave before sneaking to the back of the house. I wait for him to leave the street before unlocking the door slowly. The door barely creaks as I push open the door. I look around to make sure the kitchen was empty and quiet. There was no sound. I close the door as slowly as I opened it and snuck up the stairs towards my room. I press my ear to Hopper’s door. Loud snores resonate through the room. I go into my room, securing my door. Safe. Fucking safe.

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queennicoleinboots · 4 years ago

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Office Woes, part 1 (Michael the Great Arc Angel POV)

It was yet another day amidst a pandemic of the Coronavirus and spiritual warfare. It was my appointed task from Ahayah, the true creator of this world and all worlds, that I was to protect and serve the people of Gwinnett County, Georgia. I also was appointed to protect the people of Walton and Clarke Counties by Xara Nahara Campinelli. I am honored to be Michael the Great Arc Angel.

Once again, I spent my morning flying over people who had no concept of how to drive. They were going the wrong way through the intersections, shoving their cell phones in their butts while driving, and playing rap sounds. Rap is not a form of music. It offends me and Ahayah. When I hear it, I burn the source of the sound with laser eye beams. If I hear the "Ooh shit! You Got Coronavirus" song one more time, I plan to stomp on the vehicle where the car is coming from and of course spare the life of the son of a bitch who played that song.

In other news, a goat in a suit and tie was jacking off while he drove. He looked like Paul the Goat, the same goat who helped with quality control of produce in Kroger later that day.

At least Gwinnett County drivers weren't as terrible as those in Conyers, GA. It was truly the city of apes. Every time I fly over that city, my Intelligent Quotient drains from my mind and soul. I have to walk tall among the apes because my large angel wings don't work there. I question my angelic nature when I am there. I am the man on the fence who shrugs his shoulders. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. So I acted like an ape until I could fly again. I'm still in therapy with Ahayah about that issue. I go twice a month.

I arrived at the office in my majestic splendor. The cops and I saluted each other as I walked in the building. Goats, humans, arc angels, and bears were processing paperwork and bitching at the pigs who did dispatch. I had to process the paperwork, call Paw Patrol, a series of small dogs who were good at life, if any social services were required, and sing if any babies or mothers were upset at or around each other. My baritone voice calms down the general populace.

"Good morning! Good morning!" Ned, a short goat with glasses, brown curly hair, and a white shirt with a pocket protector, shouted. He bleated.

"Good morning. What's the situation?" I asked as I walked with strength to my desk.

"Gwinnet County hasn't burned to the ground yet. Melissa is late for work. La Bamba in Walton County is running a special of five tacos for five dollars. Ricky Valens hasn't been brought back to life to sing 'La Bamba.' Satan still thinks he is going to win the spiritual war going on outside. And BLM hasn't been summoned yet. CERN is still at large opening portals to hell. Edward Snowden is alive and in prison. We still have no access to the Vatican's telescope on Mount Graham in Arizona," Ned took a deep breath before continuing. "And the son of a bitch delivery boy from Grub Hub spilled my drink on the desk."

"Very good. I authorize a pardon for Melissa's lateness. She is at a meeting with Ahayah. I think it's about female stuff," I spoke, but then shouted. "WHY THE FUCK HASN'T RICHY VALENS been brought back to life? He is supposed to sing a cover of 'Earth Angel' at NOON!!!"

"I'm sorry. The pigs at Dispatch are fucking up the resurrection spell!" Ned shouted.

"AAAAHHHH!!!! Ahayah, guide me! I need the voice of Richy Valens! I need to practice singing so that the 'Earth Angel' can bless Georgia," I shouted.

All of a sudden, I heard "Oooooooh Donna!" come out of my mouth in Richy Valen's voice. I sang "Donna" to calm the pigs at Dispatch and to the children who needed Child Protective Services.

Melissa the Great Arc Angel flew through the door. Her brown hair flowed in the air as she descended into the office. Her blue eyes showed fury in them. "Sorry I'm late. I would have been later if Richy Valens wasn't singing. Thank you, Richy Valens," she said in a strong voice as she went to her desk. "When are we going to lunch? La Bamba is running a special on five tacos for five dollars, and I'm ready to get my dance on?"

"No problem. This beats working for the Angel of Death for seven years. Those stories are still great to tell at parties. Unfortunately, I had to steal the soul of a Richy Valens fan one time. Did I mention that I was the one who stole the soul of Courtney Love? Her music was okay, but she needed to stay off the drugs," I said as I printed documents for the pigs at Dispatch to deal with. I would hate to be those sons and daughters of possible bitches. "Also, I think lunch will be after the singing of 'Earth Angel.'"

Melissa the Great Arc Angel laughed loudly. "I took the soul of Kurt Cobain. I was singing Nirvana songs for weeks afterward. I'd like to talk about it at lunch," she said as she sent faxes to the Gwinnett County Fire Department. She added a snarky office chuckle.

"Good riddance. Eddie Vedder has a much better voice. I'd rather hear those stories," I said. "Why couldn't you take his soul?"

"Excuse me! Ahayah required him to live!" Melissa the Great Arc Angel said vehemently. "Would you like to talk about our back story to the new hires?" Her blue eyes and smile sparkled.

"True. But still, Kurt Cobain? How about the son of a bitch who is the lead singer if Smashing Pumpkins. That mother fucker is talented," I said. "Also! Back stories are NEVER to be discussed with new hires! George Lucas specifically made that a rule! Those are strictly for the break room!" I slammed my fist on my desk.

"Billy needed to tell his life story on the Joe Rogan show, and NOT to the new hires on set. Sorry, Michael. He and I both have the same question. Is making music really something that has to involve signing your life away to these record labels?" Melissa the Great Arc Angel asked.

"He had no idea what he got himself into until it was too late," I said before the printer jammed. I looked at it before I said, "You son of a bitch I don't have time for this shit!"

The printer was jamming up and malfunctioning.

"Yes, you asshole, you already printed this page," I said to the printer.

The printer then started printing in Spanish.

"Do any of the pigs in this office read Spanish?!" I asked. I understood Spanish, but it wasn't my job to deal with these notes.

The pigs were oinking up a storm as they called the police, firemen, rent-a-cops, sanitation workers, other dispatch offices, and churches.

I sighed. I took the notes to the pigs. Fuck it. They can figure it out.

A female pig linked and looked at the notes. "Ay caca! Otra vez de los hijos! Mama y papa estupidos hijos de las putas!" She started swearing in Spanish at Child Protective Services. Those kids were forced to wear clown suits and make videos to entertain the country clubs in Gwinnett County. I was hot with rage.

"THOSE BASTARDS HAVE PLENTY OF ENTERTAINMENT!!! CHILD CLOWNS ARE NOT ACCEPTABLE!" I shouted. The son of a bitch printer was still jammed.

What I read next was astounding. And I quote:

"An irate woman called the sheriff's department, the fire department, CNN, Fox News, and Todd from Myspace.com. She reported that Publix had moved the 'Whole Golden Kernel' corn 30 feet down the aisle from where it had been for over 20 years. The whole customer base was an outrage and wanted to beat the store owner's ass."

I screamed. "WHY THE FUCK DID THEY MOVE THE CORN????!!!" I shouted. I was so angry at all of this bullshit that I ripped the printer out of the wall and started beating the hell out of it with the sword.

"WHY THE FUCK WEREN'T THE POLICE CALLED FIVE MINUTES AGO?!" a bitchy pig from Dispatch asked.

"Michael the Great Arc Angel is beating the hell out of the printer!" Ned answered the bitchy pig.

"WHY THE FUCK IS HE DOING THAT?!" she asked.

"I DON'T KNOW! LET ME ASK!" Ned shouted. "MICHAEL THE GREAT ARC ANGEL, WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU BEATING THE PRINTER?!"

"I'M FIXING IT!!!" I shouted. "Goddamn mudder fudder..." I spoke in tongues at the printer as the reel ended up on the other side of the office. The black ink covered the dark green carpet which had ugly pink spots. The ink improved the carpet.

Miraculously, I fixed the printer and had it in working condition. Now that's what I call Imformation Technology! Orders were backed up, so the papers sprouted wings and flew to their respective desks. Everyone in the office was swearing as they tried to file paperwork. The pigs and bears were using the extra copies of the documents to wipe their asses.

Gabriel the Great Arc Angel burned his extra copies to relieve stress and anxiety. He also hired Peter Griffin for midday beer runs.

A call came in.

"Hello!" I shouted.

"Excuse me, sir. Are you sexually frustrated?" the caller asked.

I sighed and transferred that call to the pigs.

I was filing paperwork and checking E-mails before another call came in. "HELLO!!!" I shouted.

"Hello. Guiseppe would like to speak to you regarding business with the Mafia, Atlanta Chapter!" a guido sang to me.

"GODDAMMIT I TOLD YOU TO NEVER CALL ME ON THIS LINE!!!!" I shouted as I stood up and shot death lasers through my eyes at the wall in my cubicle that permanent permanent burn marks. The roof became temporarily detached from the building.

Ned came in and threw a cup of coffee at me before he galloped out of the office for a break.

I caught the coffee and drank it as I stared at that burn mark. The Guido transferred me to over to the Atlanta Mafia. The leader was a bear who was growling at me.

I growled in fluent bear and explained that there was a restraining order in place, and that those Italian bears were not to contact me. I faxed the documents proving that my loans were forgiven by Ahayah.

"SORRY! I WON'T BOTHER YOU AGAIN! THANK YOU!" the leader bear shouted as he hung up.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH BASTARD!!!" Melissa the Great Arc Angel screamed. "Send the fax to the Gwinnett County Medical Center you son of a bitch! PEOPLE'S LIVES ARE AT STAKE!!!" She was beating the desk near the fax machine.

I sighed, took a deep breath, and did what any responsible Great Arc Angel would do: rip the fax machine out of the wall and bang it against the top of my head several times over.

A black pig who looked like Mr. T just stared at me and asked, "What the fuck are you doing now?!"

"FIXING THE FAX MACHINE!" I shouted before the phone rang in my office.

Everyone else was too busy cussing at whatever to answer my phone. One exceptionally large male pig even screamed, "YES I AM SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT???!!!" So I walked over to my phone while I was still beating the fax machine against my head. Melissa the Great Arc Angel was singing "Part of that World" in Ariel from The Little Mermaid to someone on her phone line.

I answered the phone and started screaming and continued to beat the fax machine against the top of my head.

There was a pause at the other end of the line before a goat bleated.

I bleated, "I'm sorry we haven't faxed over the instructions to the EMTs at the Gwinnett County Medical Center. Our fax machine needs fixed."

He bleated, "That's some bullshit. A man is liberally being suffocated by COVID-19!"

I bleated, "Couldn't I just text the instructions over?" I was all the while beating the fax machine on my head.

He bleated, "I wish. Group texts never work. OH SHIT THE SONG IS PLAYING!"

I beat the fax machine to the rhythm of the "Ooh shit You Got Coronavirus!" song. I even added a dance as I finished beating the fax machine against my head. The damn thing was fixed, so I plugged it back into the wall near Melissa the Great Arc Angel. She was now singing "Poor Unfortunate Souls" in Ursula's voice. I think she was talking about everyone on Earth.

I bleated, "I'll be right over!" I then hung up the phone and flew the fuck out of the office at the speed of Superman. I used to be Superman until an orange female cat named Kissy meowed a great meow and called upon the Heavens in Swamp Business. Ahayah appointed me to answer the call of Kissy Anne Campinelli and gave me the title Great Arc Angel.

As I flew out of the office, a pterodactyl flew in and started screaming her head off. A goat spilled coffee and bleated swear words. That was a typical day at the office. My wings beat against the wind and rain outside. I sighed and flew over cars that were hydroplaning.

One of the cars was playing DarthSydePhineas nerd rap, and as much as I hate rap most of the time, this mother fucker is talented. I can see why Xara and Count Colonel Mac listen to this guy. I wanted to get on the ground and dance, but I had a life to save at the Gwinnett County Medical Center.

Some dumbass in a piece of shit sedan ran a red light in the middle of this storm. He was playing "Yeah!" by DarthSydePhil as he was speeding on the stream road: https://youtu.be/aZ7iZrpB2Lc

"No. Fuck this guy," I said as I sounded like DarthSydePhineas and swooped from the sky and lifted this guy off the road.

He screamed like the little bitch ass bitch he was.

I screamed back. "That's what I think of you. You damn near ran into that 2000 Toyota Tacoma who was rightfully trying to turn left. You're a bitch," I said.

"Am I going to hell?" the bitchass young kid driver asked.

"Not necessarily. It isn't my choice," I said as I flew his ass to the Gwinnett County Medical Center.

"I Spawn, I Die!" by DarthSydePhineas started playing from his radio. I agreed with the lyrics of the song: https://youtu.be/gVq03wz6DeA

"Where are you taking me?" the bitch ass bitch asked.

"To Gwinnett Medical Center. I have lives to save there. I am required to sing "Earth Angel" by Harry Waters, Jr. and Marvin Berry," I said.

"Who the fuck are they?" he asked. DarthSydePhineas was now talking bullshit about Fall Guys, a new video game in which everyone looks like a minion from Despicable Me.

"Musicians," I said before I threw that piece of shit sedan into the heavens. DarthSydePhineas's voice was fading away as his car flew the fuck into the sky. The last thing I heard DarthSydePhineas say "Oh shit. I got screwed!!!"

I descended into the Emergency Room and sang in my full baritone voice "Earth Angel" to an elderly couple that was close to death. It was then noon.

"Earth angel, Earth angel, will you be mine?

My darling dear, love you all the time.

I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

Earth angel, Earth angel, the one I adore

Love you for ever, and ever more.

I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

I fell for you, and I knew

The vision of your love's loveliness.

I hope and I pray, that some day

I'll be the vision of your hap, happiness.

Earth angel, Earth angel, please be mine.

My darling dear, love you all the time.

I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

I fell for you, and I knew

The vision of your love's loveliness.

I hope and I pray, that some day

I'll be the vision, the vision of your happiness.

Oh, oh, oh, Earth angel, Earth angel, please be mine.

My darling dear, love you for all time.

I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you."

The elderly couple ascended to heaven. Everyone was emotionally moved by this Code 1 situation, in which sirens and lights were sounding on cop cars around us.

The goat bleated and cried. "Thank you, Michael the Great Arc Angel," he said. "We are distraught. Can you sing songs to calm our nerves so that we can deal with living with this miserable world?"

A goat doctor announced, "They died from Covid-19. We get $8,000 from the federal government, but this situation is still sad."

I sang "Amazing Grace," "We Shall Overcome," "Like A Shepherd Who Feeds His Flock," "One Bread One Body," and "Ave Maria."

After my last note in "Ave Maria," a disgruntled pig called me.

"What code?" I sang in my booming baritone voice.

"CODE 1! A grass monster is attacking Dunkin Donuts in Snellville!" the pig screamed before he snorted and hung up.

I flew out of the Gwinnett County Medical Center and to Dunkin Donuts. A church choir was singing in the sidewalk. I sang a few notes before I damn near ran into Aladdin and Jasmine on the magical flying carpet. I sang a few notes before saying, "This fly zone is for government officials only!"

The grass monster was eating the donuts as he terrorized the customers of Dunkin Donuts.

I flew down in splendor as I flapped my large white wings for effect. My eyes were blue with rage. I stared at the grass monster. "Did you pay for those donuts?" I asked.

"YES! They fucked my order up. They forgot to add the corn to my cornbread donuts. Sons of bitches!!" the grass monster yelled as he ate the top of the restaurant.

"THOSE BASTARDS!" I shouted. "Did you kill anyone?"

"Not yet. Most of those assholes ran out of the building. Fuck them," the grass monster said as he ate the building.

"Good. Fuck them indeed. Anyway, I am heading to a better restaurant for lunch, care to join?" I asked.

"Hell yes. Where?" the grass monster asked.

"La Bamba," I answered.

"Ooooh. I love Mexican!" the grass Monster shouted.

"Let us go!" I shouted as I picked him up and flew out of there. What was left of the Dunkin Donuts building somehow became on fire. It was time for my lunch break. I didn't give a fuck. That Dunkin Donuts was horrible anyway.

We flew up so high in the sky that no one saw us. The grass monster was shouting with joy as we flew in the sky. Our descent was a bit rough. Aladdin and Jasmine were flying in the correct zone on their magic carpet.

"Excuse me! We're trying to get to La Bamba!" I shouted.

"Oh God! We always eat there! I'm trying to find a decent Middle Eastern Cuisine!" Jasmine shouted.

"Dilja Cafe Lounge in Decatur, GA," the grass monster said as we continued our descent into Loganville, GA.

"Thank you! Some asshole grass monster devoured the one we used to go to!" Aladdin called.

"The building tasted better than the food!" the grass monster called back.

We descended in the Loganville Crossing parking lot near La Bamba a few minutes later. I put the grass monster down before I brushed myself off.

He went in the restaurant. After flapping my wings to ensure no grass blades were on me, I walked in the restaurant.

Richy Valens was brought back to life. He was singing "La Bamba" in La Bamba! I hope to Goodness no one was going to say "La Bamba in La Bamba!" PeeWee Herman would be all over that.

Richy Valens's face was deep-faked on Melissa's body. Deep faking is a technology in which someone else's face can be programmed on your body. It's basic, really. I deep-faked Illidan's face on Grom Hellscream's face so many times when I played World of Warcraft, a popular multiplayer massive online roleplaying game.

I ordered the five tacos for five dollar special. The grass monster ordered the loaded nachos. He ate like crazy.

Richy Valens then returned to Heaven after he sang the song using Melissa the Great Arc Angel's body. Her face had returned.

"I'm starving!" she shouted as she stole one of my tacos.

"I PAID A DOLLAR FOR THAT!!!!" I shouted. The roof accidentally flew up from the restaurant. It then returned to its normal state.

"Sorry," she said as she finished her taco and ordered 50 tacos for $50. She WAS hungry.

"You will pay me back by not MENTIONING a back story on this restaurant," I said.

"I wasn't-" Melissa the Great Arc Angel started to say.

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melyaliz · 5 years ago

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Canary 8

Canary Masterlist

Fandom: Marvel / MCU

Summary: All I had meant to do was make a friend smile, guess that’s not even ok anymore.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Notes: This was going to be something different and then it turned into this. Like so different that I even had cover art that totally didn’t fit.

Loki and Canary wanted this I guess.

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“So this is it”

“This is it!?! This isn’t just it... this is the AVENGERS!”

“Yeah, ok it’s pretty great isn’t it?”

“More like pure amazing.”

“Well don’t act all fangirly, we do have a reputation around here.”

“Aye Aye captain.”

“And leave that captain stuff for the boy in blue.”

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Ok so I’m not going to lie, I mean at this point I feel like we have all gotten close. We have seen some real shit together and well…

When I first met Steve Rogers I was smitten.

But like if we are all being really honest with ourselves… who isn’t?

Have you seen that man? Those abs? Those baby blue eyes?

That ass?

And let me tell you, all that stuff is EVEN MORE gorgeous up close and personal.

Plus he was just so nice to me when I first came. Back then, when I was so nervous and young. My powers had just become basically viral thanks to some kids who were quick on the draw with their phones. (But that’s a story for another day) My whole world had been shifted from the small-town girl to an Avenger. During those days I didn’t feel like I fit in here or there.

But Steve took the time to help me feel right at home. Making time ask me every day how I was settling in and taking the time to lean my interests and finding ways to bring them to the base.

He was also the one who pushed Wanda and I to hang out and now we are basically best friends.

Every morning I would look forward to our breakfasts together where we would talk about our past lives. How we were adjusting to the changes we had gone through and ways to cope. I would always feel my heart skip a beat when he would be waiting for me to train during the day.

Those first days were so awkward because every single touch would set my body on fire.

Then slowly, as the days stretched into months my flames started to dull into embers.

Somewhere along the line my infatuation with him slowly faded into adoration and then a friendship.

When that happens, though, I’m not quite sure. Feels recent but I can’t be for sure. It was as if one day Steve turned from the most beautiful man I had ever seen into just... a man.

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“So how is the music Sam has been forcing… I mean letting you borrow?” the Canary asked as she helped Steve unload the new equipment Tony had brought back. More fun trinkets for him to tinker with in his evil lair.

Which he, of course, had dumped on Steve to unload, claiming to be too busy at the moment.

“Good but there is something about those big bands that I miss.”

“Ohhh back in my day”

Steve laughed at her playful tone, “There is something about just a good song that makes you want to dance to it.”

“Were you a good dancer back in the day?”

Steve shrugged thinking back to the days when he could barely get a woman to look at him. When Bucky would basically force him on millions of dates with uninterested women. But as the night wore on, and the music would play he would always find that one wallflower who would be swayed by herself and take her across the floor.

“My mom taught me a few moves and Bucky and I use to go dancing all the time.”

“You know I took swing back in the day too.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, some woman from our school decided to teach it over a summer as a way to keep wayward teens from getting into trouble.”

Steve burst out laughing at her tone, making it the perfect pitch to sound like some slightly uptight busy body. “You never told me that.”

Canary shrugged as the last box was put into place. It felt like a lifetime ago. Her mother giving her a dress and dance shoes. The other girls and boys standing in line trying to follow the movements. That was before her powers had shown up.

Before she was the canary.

“Well, may I have this dance?”

“There’s no music.”

“Well, I know a place that does.”

“Then you’re on.” then true inspiration struck, “Actually,” the wheels turning in her brain, a plan. A way to give back to the man who had given her so much when she had first come here, “Let’s say six in the gym.”

“Ok, can I ask why?”

She let out a sort giggle shaking her head as she skipped toward the door, “Nope!”

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Sam grumbled the whole time. Tony didn’t even show up. But Vision was game and Wanda was always happy to help.

After all, Steve always did whatever he could to fit into our time, why couldn’t we try and fit into his?

Plus I needed a distraction from a certain green-eyed (not so) God.

And that look on Steve’s face when he walked in was a nice bonus. It was as if his whole body light up at the sight of the balloons, lights and the music blasting from the speakers with a little help from your’s truly.

“Spotify is a magical thing,” I told him taking his hand dragging him into the room. “They had a whole playlist of top 40’s songs.”

“Can I have this first dance?” Steve asked

“Of course”

An hour later and I was breathless swinging around the room. The music flying around matching the bright lights, sharp horns and deep drums with clean voices. My fingers buzzed with the sounds as flowed around me as I danced. The rest of the team enjoying themselves just as much.

I’m sure the liquor Tony brought helped. (Yeah, he ended up showing up a while after Steve. Not one to miss out on any fun.)

“Oh now I LOVE this one,” Steve said as another tune came on grabbing my hand swinging me around. Sam tipped his glass.

“This brother sure can sing”

It took all my willpower to make the music swallow my laughs as Steve moved me around the room. It helped he was so strong, being able to pick me up and spin me around, it almost felt like I was flying.

My feet hit the ground in time with the music pulling close and then spinning out.

And hitting something.

“Mind if I cut in?”

The music seemed to wash down around me, cold like ice water dripping with sing like poison. Those green eyes looked down at me like a snake about to strike a mouse.

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They were so loud Loki wasn’t surprised they hadn’t woken up hell itself. Screaming and yelling while the music blasted from the gym. The sight that greeted him was no different.

The loud music filled the room as the team of dorks stood around drinking and talking. The Witch and robot were swaying comfortably while the soldier moved in time around the room with his partner.

Loki’s Canary.

A huge smile on the young woman’s face as she looked up at Mr. America. Eyes shining and bright as the music seemed to follow them. Spun around in rhythm as if she was controlling it, maybe she was.

He had never seen her this way.

She was glowing.

And it made his sick.

Standing in the doorway he waited, bided his time. Waiting for that opening, that moment when he could pounce on his prey.

The song swelled up and then came crashing down, the beautiful horns making their last trumpets as the chorus was sung. Spinning around them as Justice Man and his partner moved across the dance floor.

Loki was a snake in the grass, moving so smoothly and deliberately he went undetected until his sound mistress was colliding with his chest.

The look of shock she gave him was so beautiful he allowed himself a small smile. She (almost) always had a way of reacting just how he planned.

“Mind if I cut in.”

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Of course, the song changed to a slow one.

Of flipping course.

Steve shot me a concerned look, making sure I was ok with the turn of events.

It was like all my walls came flying up so fast I almost didn’t see them happening. They knew they knew how uncomfortable I was and had come rushing to my defense.

“Don’t” Loki’s voice was gentle but firm. Razors cutting into me as his eyes roamed me.

“Don’t what?”

“You know what,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine. The walls, how did he always know? His hands were cold angst my warm ones as he intertwined them lead me to the center of the room. It was a good thing my face was already flushed because being this close while Billie Holiday crooned about love was adding a layer to my already confusion emotions that I didn’t want to have to justify at the moment.

Couldn’t I just have one day of peace?

“I’m honestly surprised you know how to do the waltz” change the subject, focus on anything but his large hand on my back.

“I know many things” his voice was thick and deep, like chocolate. Bittersweet in my ears as he leaned in just a bit closer. “I am after all, much older than anyone else in this room.”

“I just can’t see you in a 40’s club.”

“I would never lower myself to be with mortals, but I do happen to be a collector of the arts.”

“Well, then what drew you to these mere mortals today?”

“Like I said, I’m a collector of the arts.” Maybe it was the tone in which he said it, of the way his tongue flicked out for a moment over his lower lip, or how his eyes seemed to wash over me but I suddenly felt very… naked.

And I was very aware of everyone around me.

“I’m not a piece of art.” my words were strong and blunt. No more games, no more veiled innuendos. I’m tired.

His eyes narrowed at my tone as I tugged at his hand. “What? You can spend hours dancing with boy bland there but when someone with real class…”

“I set this up for Steve thank you very much.”

I could feel the anger boiling around me, the music seemed to fade away into silence, just the two of us locked in a staring contest. “And I don’t appreciate you talking about him like that. He’s my friend.”

“Is he now? Is that all he is.”

How dare he… I could feel my face lighting up hot. Memoires of me crushing on Steve for weeks. Thinking about ways to be around him, just be in his beautiful presence. That past me was just so pathetic and even the thought that somehow Loki seemed to be able to see that sent me into a whole new furry. Fight or flight.

I mean he couldn’t really see it but… It felt like he could.

“This sort of dancing will never get you what you want.” he said leaning forward his face only inches from him, “the kind of dancing you need soft and slow, somewhere alone.”

I wanted to blast him across the room. I wanted to run. I wanted to… I wanted to…

“Why do you care?” my heart was racing so fast I could barely hear my own words as I spoke them. I could barely hear anything but that pounding of my heart in my ears.

Gently his hand reached up brushing away a few strands of my hair out of my face, letting them get tangled in his long fingers “Because you’re mine.”

My hand grabbed his pulling it away, “I’m no ones.”

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fandomblues · 6 years ago

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English Girls [Billy Hargrove]

Fandom ; Stranger Things

Pairings ; Billy Hargrove x English!Reader, slight Steve Harrington x English!Reader

Summary ; You’re just as much of a player as Billy Hargrove and you’re out to let him know that

Warning(s) ; brief mention/description of sexual activities, slight voyeurism, swearing, some derogatory remarks about women, slight asshole!Billy

Word Count ; 2.9k+

Author’s Note ; This is one of the strangest things I’ve ever written, though I actually quite liked it. I know the Steve in this fic isn’t the most accurate, but this is purely fanfiction and nothing is accurate anyway. Let me know if you want to get tagged in my writings. Enjoy xx

| based off the song ‘English Girls’ by The Maine |

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He said,"Smoke whatever you've got left, it's getting late and we don't have much to lose."

Well she said,"English girls they just like sex."

I couldn't believe when he said

"I've got news for you, American boys do too."

A red car rolled into the parking lot of Hawkins High and as it turned in, everyone’s heads turned to give it a glance; including Billy. Billy observed how the wheels of the mystery car reflected the sunlight, showing off how sparkly clean and shiny they were, and how the candy red colour stood out from everyone else’s dull and boring vehicles. Except his, of course. Billy had always thought his car was pretty, but in the moment it had seemed that this new mystery student’s ride had taken his car’s number one position in the beauty pageant.

“Woah, check that out,” Max gasped. “It looks so cool.” Billy grunted at that. “It’s not that good looking,” he scoffed, pulling a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket and shoving an unlit joint into his mouth, letting it hang out between his lips. Max glanced at her step-brother and quirked an eyebrow. “Of course it isn’t,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. Billy’s head snapped to hers quickly and he stared her down. “What’d you say, little shit?” Max’s eyes widened when she realised that he had heard her comment and she immediately turned around, hopping onto her skateboard and flying off towards the middle school, desperately wanting to avoid Billy’s wrath.

Billy would deny it to his deathbed, but he was clearly thoroughly impressed by the bright 1964 Chevrolet Impala; until it pulled up right next to his car. Billy squinted as he attempted to peer through the sun-reflected windows to see who the naive person was, bold enough to park next to Billy Hargrove’s car. He placed his hands on his belt, puffing out his chest as he took on his gangster stance to intimidate whoever was going to come out of the pretty vehicle, but to his surprise, a girl stepped out.

A tight denim skirt hugged her hips perfectly, showing off her curves; her chest was covered by a tight bralette in a similar shade to her car. A leather jacket was thrown over her shoulders, expensive Ray Bans resting on the bridge of her nose, long locks held back by a red bandana headband. Black leather combat boots matching her jacket were worn on her feet, and it made a satisfying crunch as it made contact with the gravel ground when she stepped out.

Billy was surprised by the sight in front of him, and his shoulders slumped ever so slightly; his jaw dropping when he caught sight of the gorgeous dame. She caught sight of Billy in front of her and she tugged off her sunglasses, staring at him icily. “Can I help you?”

Billy was immediately thrown off by her thick accent. “You British?”

She raised her eyebrows, slamming the door of her precious car shut. “English,” she replied curtly, brushing by him without so much of a glance at the mullet-wearing boy. Billy got a whiff of her perfume as she walked by him. Roses and vanilla. He didn’t say much as she passed him by, his eyes raked down the length of her body, stopping at her hips as they swayed in the most sensual way with every step she took.

Billy smirked a little to himself as he yanked the unused cigarette out of his mouth and discarded it on the ground. Now this girl was someone he really wanted to get in his bed.

The fucking new kid was going to be the death of Billy Hargrove. In just a week, Y/N L/N had the entire male student body of Hawkins High wrapped around her finger; and there were rumours going around that she had already slept with the whole basketball team. Apparently Billy was the only guy on the team that she hadn’t had sex with. Apparently she was really good in bed and gave amazing blowjobs. And apparently even Steve Harrington had gotten it on with her; and Billy figured that was true, because he saw her getting into Steve’s BMW a few days after arriving to Hawkins High. Then Steve turned up to school the next day with a dumbass smile and a hickey on his neck.

Y/N had officially beaten Billy Hargrove’s record of sleeping with the most number of people in the shortest time. And Billy loathed her for it.

First, she had a nicer car than him. Then, she beat his sex record, and now she was the Ruler of Hawkins. She’d pretty much stripped Billy of his entire reputation.

Billy had decided to confront the new chick, teach her a lesson, intimidate her a little. Yeah, she was hot, but that didn’t mean she was entitled to taking everything away from him. Billy stood at his camaro after school, leaning against the hood as he waited for her to turn up to her car, which was still parked next to his.

Then he saw her approaching, and he raised an eyebrow when he saw Liam Carpenter glued to her side, following her. Like most of their run-ins, Y/N ignored the boy, not wanting to pay attention to him. She couldn’t deny that he was easily one of the most attractive boys at Hawkins, but she had learned of his reputation pretty quickly. He was competition, and there was no way she was going to sleep with the enemy. No matter how much she wanted to.

“L/N,” Billy’s deep voice spoke up as she passed by him to get into her car. He didn’t bother turning around to look at her. Liam paused and both Y/N and him exchanged glances. “Hargrove,” she greeted coldly, not quite wanting to stick around to hold a conversation with him.

“You should watch out.”

Billy’s words made Y/N pause and she narrowed her eyes at him. “What’re you talking about, Hargrove?” she asked. Billy turned around and glared at her. “You better take a few steps backwards. What? You think you run the school now just because you have money and a banging body?” he seethed. “I run this school, L/N.”

Y/N stared at the boy for a while, before she threw her head back and let out a sarcastic laugh. Billy kept his eyes trained on her as he growled. “Aw, baby, you jealous you ain’t popular anymore?” she taunted. “I do what I fucking want, Hargrove. It’s not my problem you’re now expired.”

Her accent was thick and noticeable in every word she spoke, and Billy would be lying if he said he didn’t find her accent fucking hot. But he covered up his attraction with a menacing stare. His jaw clenched, and breathed out heavily but didn’t say anything further. Y/N lips curled into a grin, and she blew a kiss at him. “Don’t get too riled up, babe. I’ll see you around,” she drawled.

With that, she got into her car and sped off with her new boy toy.

Y/N was pressed against the wall by Steve fucking Harrington, his slimy hands were on her, caressing the bare skin on her waist. She had on a tight black, satin dress that hugged her curvy body; It was a halter-collared dress, so it failed to show off any cleavage, but it was so short that she had her ass to display to everyone anyway. Her hair was pulled up into messy bun, lips fiery red and eyes smokey. Billy stood across the room watching as Harrington enjoyed himself with her. He whispered something into her ear, earning himself a giggle. Billy, on the other hand, wasn’t too happy.

Billy didn’t even know why. Maybe it was because she was hot, and he was just pissed at the fact that he was one of the only guys who hadn’t gotten a chance to touch her yet. Or maybe he just hated Steve. Could be both.

As the weeks went by, Billy had found himself more and more attracted to the English beauty. He wanted Y/N underneath him, whimpering and crying out his name while he rammed into her over and over again. He wanted to fuck her in his bed, but he also wanted to strangle her to death. She was both annoying and hot, and Billy hated himself for even liking his new nemesis in the first place.

He wasn’t the only one though, Billy caught the glances she threw to him every now and then; and when she was sure he was watching, she’d wiggle her ass, adjust her top to show more cleavage or do some teasing shit that would make Billy get a hard-on right in the middle of the hallway. She wanted him just as bad as he wanted her, even though both of them hated each other. She had imagined his fingers in her countless times, pretended that whatever guy that was busy pounding into her was the mullet-headed boy; she needed him badly.

However, both Billy and Y/N’s egos were the size of the universe, and there was no way in hell either of them were going to be the first one to give in. That was considered losing.

He watched as Steve’s hands trailed down her body and gripped at her ass, massaging it as he continued to whisper things to her. Probably some lewd shit. But whatever it was, she seemed to be enjoying it, as she continuously laughed at whatever he was saying and toyed with the belt loops of his jeans. Billy’s hand tightened around his beer bottle and his jaw clenched as he continued to burn holes into the side of her head. Then she turned around and her eyes met Billy’s.

A coy smirk made its way onto her face, and she reached up and whispered something to Steve, and then their lips were together. His hand snaked down under her dress and Y/N’s mouth dropped open in pleasure, giving off the message that Steve’s fingers were clearly inside her. She clearly had no qualms about getting fingered in the middle of a public space. Billy flushed red as he gripped his bottle so tight his knuckles turned white. He tried to turn away, but his eyes stared glued onto both his enemies. Eventually, he saw her grab onto Steve’s hand, and drag him through the crowd into the middle of the living room, where everyone was dancing, and she wrapped her arms around Steve’s neck as she began to sway her hips to music.

Billy growled and took a swig of his beer, turning away and making a beeline towards the backyard. He knew what she was doing; trying to rile him up and get him all flustered and mad. But he wouldn’t pay attention to her. Billy was smarter than that.

He stood outside, discarding his bottle and lighting up a cigarette to rid himself of frustration. His eyes scanned the yard, casually observing all the party-goers; making out, smoking, drinking, throwing up or doing some sort of dumbass dare. Twats.

“You got a light to spare, Hargrove?”

Billy’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull when he recognised the English accent. “No,” he rejected, not bothering to glance back at the girl. He tensed up when he felt her hand on his jacket clad shoulder, giving him a little massage. He smacked her hands away. “The fuck is your problem, L/N? Can’t you keep your slutty hands to yourself for one second?” he spat, whipping around and pushing her away, much to her surprise. He got up in her face, towering over the foreigner as he stared her down. She looked a lot sexier up close as she gazed up at him flirtatiously, taking her bottom lip between her teeth, clearly not that much affected by his aggression.

“Why are you mad, Hargrove? All I did was ask for a light.”

“I know what you’re fucking doing, L/N,” he growled, sending shivers down her spine at the domineering tone of his voice. “I’m not giving in. You can go back to fucking Harrington in the living room.”

She quirked an eyebrow and grinned at him mischievously. “Oh, so you were watching me and Steve?” Her hand moved up Billy’s chest and her pointer finger curled around one of Billy’s curls. “Did you enjoy the show?” she purred.

Billy narrowed his eyes at her but stayed silent. He did like seeing her face twisted in pleasure, but he certainly did not like the fact that it was Steve’s fingers inside of her and not his.

“He’s reeaaally good, you know, Hargrove?” Y/N giggled. “His fingers always feel amazing, he knows just what to do with them.”

Billy stared at her menacingly, silently warning her to shut up, but she continued with her lewd descriptions of Steve and her’s activities in the bedroom, until Billy’s hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her forward so he could bring his face down level with hers.

“You want a fucking light? You can have mine. Now shut the fuck up.”

Billy plucked his cigarette from his lips and shoved it between Y/N’s red lips. He released his harsh grip on her wrists, turning round and pulling out a new stick to light up.

“Jealous, Hargrove?” she asked, sauntering up to him and leaning against the pole opposite him. Billy scoffed. “Don’t let your ego inflate too much there. Only a rabbit would be jealous of you.”

“Not me. You’re jealous of Harrington, aren’t you?”

Billy ignored the girl, focusing on his cigarette as he puffed out smoke. “You want to be the one fucking me,” she continued, smirking. “I don’t blame you, really. If you want me, you can just say it, you know?”

Billy laughed. “Sure thing, princess. I’ll hit you up once my collection of whores get stale, but I don’t think I need to point out that every girl in Hawkins wants me, so you may need to wait quite a while for my phone call,” he shot back.

“Every girl, huh? You may need to double check your data or the source you’re getting that information from, because last time I checked, I didn’t want to fuck you.”

Billy’s lips curled up into a cheeky smile and he licked his lips as he stared at her flirtatiously. “You may not want to fuck me, but you may want to suck me off. Or have my tongue in you.”

Y/N stared at him, clearly at a loss for words as she failed to come up with another comeback. Billy celebrated inside a little. She turned away from him, looking straight ahead while she continued smoking on the rest of Billy’s old cigarette.

Billy cleared his throat. “So which part of the UK are you from?” he asked casually.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “What are we? Friends now? What’s with the small talk?”

“No need to be so harsh, I was just trying to be nice but if you want me to be an asshole then sure.”

She kept silent for a while before she turned to Billy, glancing up at him. “I said I’m English. I’m from England. Birmingham.”

“Why did you move to the US then? Especially a shit town like Hawkins? Why didn’t you move to California or some shit?”

“What is this, an interrogation session?” she questioned. Billy glared at her. “I’m just asking. Stop being such a bitch about everything.” Y/N shrugged, puffing out some smoke. “I can’t help being a bitch around people I don’t like,” she sighed. Billy rolled his eyes at that.

“Mom died. Dad wanted a ‘fresh start’ as if running away from a place was going to suddenly make us forget about all the bad stuff,” Y/N stated nonchalantly. “I didn’t want to leave, but nobody in the rest of our family would take in a screw up like me, so here I am.”

Billy stayed silent as he listened to her and when she finished, he chuckled. “Huh, funny. I have the exact same story.” Y/N looked at him and raised her eyebrows, almost in disbelief. “Looks like we actually have somethin’ in common, princess,” Billy winked, throwing his cigarette on the floor and stepping on it to put it out.

And for the first time that night, Y/N cracked a genuine smile. Not a sarcastic one, not a flirty one; but a real smile of happiness. It disappeared just as quick as it appeared, unfortunately. She looked a lot prettier when she wasn’t marching around with a mask over her face, Billy thought. He dismissed that thought quickly though. It was clear that both of them weren’t ones to discuss cheesy affairs of the heart.

“So, uh... what’s the deal with all your little boy toys?” Billy asked, moving over to lean against the pole next to her. Y/N didn’t make a move to push him away. “You trying to find a good guy to be friends with benefits with? Numb the pain? Or...”

She shrugged as she finished smoking, putting out the joint underneath her heel like Billy had done with his boot. “Oh, I’m English. And in case you didn’t know, English girls just really like sex, Hargrove.”

Billy bit on his bottom lip as he looked down at the girl, who gazed at him sultrily, with the same seductive look in her eyes that Billy had. “Well I’ve got news for you, sweetheart, American boys do too.”

With that, she grabbed onto his hand and both of them bolted into the house and up the stairs, flinging themselves at each other when they found privacy in an empty bedroom.

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film-in-my-soul · 7 years ago

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Coffee? - Bill Denbrough/Stanley Uris

Based off THIS POST - I loved them so much I needed to make a fic for it.

Pairing: Bill Denbrough/Stanley Uris (so much side Benverly, like yeah they are a big part of this XD)

Word Count: 9,700ish

Warnings: None

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Thanks to these lovely people!

@sunnydenbrough for allowing me to use their headcaonons.

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@jaedcnwesley for helping me choose “Mr. Stan.”

Read under the cut cause it’s super long!

Bill Denbrough received the call around six in the morning while he was practically curled over his typewriter, spine aching in a way that told him he had been working on his new (first) novel far too long even though he’d only been up since four. Sleep was not something he found easily obtainable, not since he was fourteen years old. So, in the end, he didn’t try to fight the times when he woke up and there was still inky blackness covering the sky, he simply turned it into a time where he could write or do other work that needed to get finished. Fighting it seemed pointless as it never helped in the long run.

The call had startled him so bad that he clacked three wrong letters into the paper and cursed. He would have to start the whole line over again. He knew that doing his writing on a typewriter was beyond old school but it relaxed him and made his words flow like a laptop never had, there was a calming sensation in the sounds his typewriter made when he pressed ink to paper. He remembered the moment he unwrapped the sleek machine. He'd wanted to cry over finally being able to really start working on his career at age sixteen.

By the third ring of his cell phone, Bill knew he couldn't ignore it.

Shuffling around the room Bill was practically blindly searching for it, of course, that probably had to do with the only light illuminating his bedroom was his desk lamp. The sun didn't start to rise until six thirty at the earliest now that it was getting closer and closer to a real Derry winter. November starting to creep in as October wound down.

Bill managed to find the damn thing two rings before he knew it would just drop the call to voicemail. He was a little out of breath by the time he swiped up on the screen, Bev’s icon flashing her and Ben’s smiling face.

“Hey Bev, w-what’s up?” Even at twenty-four years old Bill’s stutter was still there, not as strong and never as bad from when he was a child. There were still certain words and syllables his mouth just didn’t want to wrap around though. He had accepted that a long time ago and made sure to work a bit harder to force the words so that they sounded clear and whole.

There had barely been a beat between his words and Bev's. It was like Bev was going to speak first whether or not Bill had said anything.

“I need a favor.”

There had been a point in Bill’s life where he thought he and Beverly Marsh would fall in love and get married. They'd have a perfect little life with a white picket fence, two-point-five kids and modest jobs in the suburbs. Then he’d gotten to know her, really know her, not only as the beautiful girl from the school play whom he’d gotten to kiss but the rough and tumble, take no shit, partly fractured human that she was. It had been eye-opening in a way he’d never expected as a thirteen-year-old.

He had realized through their friendship that somewhere along the line of being “in love” with Bev he’d idolized her to the point where in his eyes she was something different than who she was. Getting to know the version of her that wasn’t masked by rose-tinted glasses had brought so much to the surface of who he was and ultimately who Beverly Marsh was, Bill knew he would be eternally grateful to the girl who had single-handedly changed his life.

“Depends on what it is.” Bill could practically feel Bev roll her eyes on the other end of the phone. He was mostly kidding, short of murdering someone Bill would always be willing to help Beverly when she asked and the women knew it just as much as he did.

“I know it’s probably inconvenient but Ben’s got this big project coming up at the college so he’s been leaving really early and I’ve gotta pick up some morning shifts at the restaurant to cover for Marcy until she’s off maternity. I just need someone to drop June off at school today until I can get some kind of babysitter to do it for the next couple months…” Beverly rambled on and Bill smiled.

“Bev,” Bill tried to cut her off. An almost impossible task once she really got going.

“I know that you’re busy with your book and the newspaper and it’s not your responsibility Billy but-”

“Bev!” It had been loud enough to cut the women off, Bill smiled even wider in uncontrollable fondness, “of c...course I’ll t-take June to school.” Bill loved little June Hanscom, like Bev, he was willing to do almost anything for the little girl. Most likely including murder.

June had been a completely unplanned dream come true for the young Beverly and Ben, though at the time of actually finding out Bev had been a horrible mess. At barely eighteen Bill had needed to comfort a distraught Bev as she held a positive pregnancy test in her hands, shaking horribly on the chipped bathroom tiles of Bill’s bathroom floor. She was so sure in those first moments of shocked understanding that she was going to be a horrible mother or that Ben would be upset with her when really it was both of their faults that it’d happened. Bill and Bev both knew that Ben could never get mad at her but at the time, in Beverly's eyes, it had been a real possibility.

Only when Bill had whispered into her hair, arms snaked around her middle, hugging the shaking girl to his chest, that she’d be a perfect mom, so strong and understanding and that Ben probably wanted nothing more than to have kids with her, did Bev calm down enough to really take in the fact that there was a little human growing inside of her. Bill had watched with pride as she threw her pack of smokes into the trash, crumpled up by her fist. More determined than ever to quit now that it wasn't just her lungs at risk.

He had been there when she'd told Ben. Bill didn’t think he’d ever seen his friend so overjoyed in the years he’d known him. The moment had been beautiful, Ben dropping to his knees to hug Bev's stomach, pressing kisses and words into the skin of her belly for a baby that couldn't even hear him yet.

Then, eight and a half months later, little June came screaming and wiggling into the world. Bill, of course, had been named as her godfather right away, forever to be known as Uncle Billy to the little girl swathed in towels, cradled in Bev’s arms. Bill still swears that he hadn’t cried over the news.

Bill had yet to miss a birthday, Christmas, or bi-weekly Sunday brunch at the restaurant Bev worked at since.

“Billiam Denbrough, you’re my hero.” Bill laughed at the name and voice Bev chose to use and shook his head in amusement.

“W...when sh-should I be there?” Bill asked, casting his gaze around his messy room for the alarm clock he'd probably knocked off his side table while tossing and turning in his sleep. It hung by the cord, suspended on the edge of the small wooden table, reading closer to six-thirty now. Bill looked out his window to see the sun finally rising over the horizon and bringing additional light into his previously dark room.

“Well school starts at eight-thirty and I know it’ll take you about twenty minutes to get here and I’ll make you some breakfast for your troubles,” Bill wanted to interrupt Bev and state that it was really no trouble at all, he loved June but once Bev made her mind up about something Bill had learned to just let her do it, “so I’m thinking if you’re here by at least seven-thirty it shouldn’t be too bad.” Bill nodded to himself even though he knew that Bev couldn't see him.

“That sounds guh-good, I’ll be there around t-then.”

“Thank’s again Bill,” he could practically see the stress falling off her shoulders. Bev had never liked relying on others much so Bill understood how much she'd likely agonized over calling him for help, regardless of their deep friendship.

“No worries Bev.”

They said their goodbyes and Bill swiped down on his screen to end the call. Looking around the room Bill sighed, he was spending too much time on his typewriter it seemed. Only the area around his desk and desk chair seemed to be in a semblance of order, everything else was covered in clothes or crumpled up sheets of paper. If Bev had come over instead of simply calling him he knew she'd have had some words to give him about the mess he was letting himself fall into.

He'd worry about that later.

Having some time to get ready Bill placed his phone down and searched for the charger, putting his phone on it before he headed toward his small bathroom for a warm shower. Perhaps, he thought, it would help to ease the screaming in his shoulders from the hunched position he'd been in for the greater portion of the morning.

By the time it was seven o’clock Bill had showered, dried and dressed in one of his many red plaid flannels and a pair of dark wash jeans. His hair constantly hanging limply above his right eye and Bill didn't have the presence of mind to do much about fixing it. Bill double checked all the lights were off in his apartment and made sure to grab his jacket, brown and heavy from beside his door, his keys and phone both in his pocket, before leaving to head out to Bev and Ben’s.

They no longer lived in Derry but really they might as well have considering they lived just barely over the edge of town, almost right on the border between Derry and Halsey. Regardless, not being in Derry must have still felt like not being in Derry.

Bill lived on the outskirts of town as well but still within its boundaries. Something had never felt right about leaving the town behind like he’d wanted to so badly when he was younger. He realized now that it had likely been the fact that Georgie had died in the town and leaving might mean leaving his memory behind.

Bill shook the thought from his head, he didn’t need to sink into one of his moods, not when he was going to see some of his favorite people.

Bill stepped up into his old jeep and turned the key in the ignition, heaving a sigh of relief when it didn’t click for too long and turned over. Working part-time for the local newspaper didn’t pay too much and neither did publishing short stories, both of which he did as much as possible between working on his book. If his car broke down for good Bill wasn’t even sure if he could convince Mike to raise it from the dead one more time.

Like Bev predicted it took Bill a little over twenty minutes to get from his apartment to her and Ben’s modest home. The front gate surrounding their mostly well-kept lawn was metal and the chainlink was bent in some places, crabgrass was sprouting up around the areas that couldn't be reached easily by hand. There were a few toys strewn about, a broken peddle truck laying on its side and a soccer ball that had been left there from when Bill had played with June a few weeks prior. Just seeing the chipped paint of the front door made Bill smile with all of the familiarity.

He was barely out of his jeep and on the porch when the door was thrown open and a little girl was racing out of the house, small body colliding with Bill’s legs, arms wrapping around his knees, threatening to unbalance him and take them both down. Thankfully Bill was used to the occurrence and had been prepared enough that he was able to keep himself upright.

“Uncle Billy!” was the cheer muffled into his thighs as the little girl rocked them back and forth in her excitement. Bill’s lips curled into a grin as he looked down at the slightly chubby, curly haired girl. June looked so much like Ben it was crazy, but she always had a knowing glint in her eyes and the freckles dashed across her nose and cheeks were tell-tale signs that she was just as much Bev’s daughter as Ben’s.

Bill reached down, scooping the girl into his arms, heavy at five years old but still light enough that Bill didn’t have much trouble keeping her on his hip and in his arms. Bev was leaned against the frame of the open door, shirt crisp and white tucked into black pants, a fancy name tag over her left breast pocket. She had grown her hair out from when she’d hacked the majority of it off in her youth, now it hung around her shoulders in waves of orange.

Bill stepped up to her and Bev placed a kiss on his cheek in place of a greeting.

“Thank you so much, Bill, I promise I’ll work on getting someone to do this more permanently when I get home.” Bill rolled his eyes and stepped into the house past his friend, not bothering to correct her right away that he would be more than able to take June when needed.

Inside was neat and tidy, the front room off to the left and the kitchen to the right. At the dining table, just off the mouth of the kitchen sat two plates with waffles and bacon, orange juice in glasses across from them.

“I t-told you, Bev, it’s fine, I don’t muh-mind,” Bill turned to the girl in his arms, “do I Junebug?” June shook her head in a confirming no. Bev strolled in past the two and grabbed her handbag and keys.

“Regardless, thank you.” Bev touched his arm, the expression on her face sincere before she leaned down to be eye level with her daughter. “Can I get a kiss to get me through the day?” June made a show of thinking about it before removing her arms from around Bill’s neck to grab her mom’s face in order to smack her lips against Bev’s cheek loudly. Bev smiled and kissed June’s forehead before backstepping to the front door, mouthing another thank you to Bill as she left.

Once the door was closed and Bill heard the sound of Beverly pulling out of the driveway he moved over to the breakfast table and placed June in her seat, marked easily by the transformers placemat while Bill’s was just a simple tablecloth.

June was a surprising kind of child, easily excitable like most, rambunctious and full of energy, but there were moments when she was simply silent, observant in ways that would put most people off. June was smart, and it showed in how she took the time to think before speaking, or in the way that she could do most of her work by herself, how she was already in kindergarten but younger than all of the other students by a year, five while they were all six. Bill sometimes forgot just how young she actually was when sat across from her.

They ate together in a silence that was comfortable until Bill thought of something to say.

“So, you r-ready for a day at school?”

June looked up at Bill and smiled wide, a bit of waffle caught on the side of her cheek, two teeth missing from when they’d fallen out the week before. Bill remembered having to dig around for two gold coins, passing them to Ben while he’d been over to grab a few books, saying that they’d probably be cooler than dollars or quarters. He remembered how Georgie had loved getting the little gold coins more than paper at that age.

“Yeah!” She cheered happily, “Mr. Stan’s gonna take us on a nature walk again before reading time!” Bill rose a curious brow at the little girl but smiled nonetheless at her enthusiasm over a nature walk with whom he presumed was her teacher.

“S...sounds like a lot of fun.” June simply nodded and shoved more forkfuls of syrupy waffles into her mouth, chewing thoroughly before each swallow.

Once their breakfasts were both finished promptly by eight o’clock Bill cleaned up the plates after sending June off to wash her face of the crumbs and sugar that had adhered around her mouth. She came back slightly damp but clean and Bill was grateful that Ben and Bev have done such a great job raising their little girl to believe in keeping at least moderately clean. He remembered how messy he was a child and cringed.

By eight-ten Bill had managed to wrangle the little girl into her Spiderman themed jacket and Hello Kitty light up sneakers. Bill grabbed her coat, which hung carefully on the rack by the door as they left.

Thankfully by then, the sun has risen high enough to fight off the early morning chill and Bill didn’t have to crank his car’s heater in order to combat the startings of a Maine winter. The drive to June’s kindergarten didn’t even take ten minutes but Bev had assured him that kids were allowed in the building twenty minutes before class actually started so they were perfectly alright by being fifteen minutes early.

Bill had been prepared to simply roll up to the curb and drop little June off so she could amble up to her friends and get to class. What he hadn’t been expecting was a little hand tugging his until he met the girl's eyes.

“Ya’ gotta come in with me Uncle Billy,” June said with only the kind of authority a five-year-old had, going to unbuckle her seat in the front (he’d said she was allowed to ride shotgun if and only if she didn’t tell her mom or dad about it). Billy nodded in agreement even though he was more than sure he didn’t actually have to take her all the way to her class. If it was something Bev did he’d do it as well since he wouldn't have time to ask right then he trusted June and complied. Parking in an empty space Bill had to hurry and catch up to June as she’d already disentangled herself from her car strap and jumped down from the jeep, backpack gripped tightly in one of her hands and dragging on the concrete as she headed towards the school.

Bill took large steps to catch up with her, picking her bag up and taking it himself so they it didn’t get scuffed up too terribly. With her hand, now free, June looped her tiny fingers around Bill’s palm and pulled him after her as though she were the one taking him to school and not the other way around. Bill held a laugh at bay, he was far too fond of the little girl for her own good.

Together they walked into the school and through two halls, hand in hand. Bill assumed that June knew where she was going and didn’t question her as she led him further into the small school, only now getting talkative as a normal five-year-old might. She gestured to the walls and the different rooms as they went.

“That’s where they let us put our handprints! Mine’s the purple glittery one! There’s Ms. Thomas’s room, we have snack time with her, and here’s Mr. Stan’s room!” June said the last part rather loudly, clearly the most excited about showing Bill her homeroom as she pulled harder on his hand, and with a surprising amount of strength, jerked him across the threshold of said room.

Honestly, Bill hadn’t known what he’d been expecting when he stepped into the kindergarten classroom. He supposed he’d anticipated it to be far messier, with toys and books and crayon marks everywhere. It wasn’t really like that at all. One wall of the room was lined with little cubbies and craft filing cabinet all different colors and seemingly personalized. The main floor had seven large and brightly tables surrounded by little bean bag seats, at the front of the room was a large and comfortable looking chair, a chalkboard sat right behind it. Instead of the walls being a hodgepodge of crafts, projects overlapping in disarray, everything, instead, was neatly spaced, large and small paintings and collages of pictures and what looked like leafs.

What really threw Bill off was when he looked up, from fishing wire, across the entire ceiling of the classroom, hung what appeared to be hundreds of birds. Some were made out of popsicle sticks, some were paper and cotton balls and some looked like actual stuffed animals.

It was both the strangest yet wondrous classroom Bill had ever stepped into. And then he saw the teacher.

“Mr. Stan!” June called, her little hand still tucked into Bill’s, whose attention had been brought snapping back to the actual people in the room instead of just the room itself. His breath caught in his throat because holy absolute fuck. Apparently, Mr. Stan had a second job as a model as well as being a kindergarten teacher, anyone looking as he did in Bill's eyes must be in magazines somewhere.

The man's hair was a chestnut brown/blonde color, curly and neat, hanging loosely around his ears and he was wearing a soft looking teal cardigan and khaki pants, cleanly pressed. That was not what even had Bill caught so suddenly off guard. It was the way the man’s eyes had lit up, a smile appearing on his mouth, bright as he bent down to one knee in order to properly greet Bill’s Goddaughter.

“Hey there June, happy that it’s Friday?” His voice was soft and light, it matched him completely and Bill almost wanted to swoon which, of course, he wouldn't, not in front of a room of six-year-olds and their very attractive teacher.

“Nature walk!” June cheered, lifting her arms in excitement and in turn raising Bill’s as well. That drew the other man’s attention and warm brown gaze to him. Mr. Stan gave him a small smile, but no less happy before turning back to June.

“Of course, after lunch though,” June nodded seriously like it was her responsibility to remember the information. Mr. Stan stood, “are you going to introduce me to your friend?” He asked looking once again at Bill. June smiled brighter than before and yanked on Bill’s arm. He was still completely focused on the teacher in front of him that he barely understood what was going on.

“This is my uncle Billy! He’s the best! He comes over for breakfast lots and watches movies with mommy and daddy and writes for the newspaper! He brings me toys and stickers and plays soccer with me and he’s teaching me how to ride a bike! He used to be in love with mommy until he knowd he liked boys more and mommy met daddy and -” Catching the last part Bill looked down at the little girl, scandalized.

“J-Ju-Junebug! H-he duh-duh-doesn’t n...need to know th-th-that!” Thankfully Mr. Stan looks just as embarrassed for him as Bill was sure he looked himself. June looked properly sorry that she’d upset her uncle. She pulled her hand away from his, cheeks turning rosy and head turned down. Bill sighed, his own flush creeping up the back of his neck, he couldn't even meet the other man’s eyes for fear of becoming redder at June's oversharing.

A hand was brought into his line of sight and Bill instinctively followed it up to the other man’s face.

“Stanley Uris, but uh, you can just call me Stan, or uh Mr. Stan I guess, that’s what the kids call me at least.” Stan wasn't looking at him unkindly, his lips still curled up around the edges, perhaps with just a bit more amusement this time.

Bill grabbed his hand and shook it. Proud that the nerves jumping around in his veins hadn't caused his hand to tremble.

“B-b-bill Denbrough, i-i-it’s a pl-pl-pl… nice t-to meet y...you.” Bill silently cursed himself, he hadn’t stuttered this hard since the beginning of highschool. It took him a moment to realize that he was still holding Stan’s hand.

Bill dropped it awkwardly when June tugged at the bottom of his shirt, he finally looked away from the teacher to the little girl.

“I need my backpack, Uncle Billy.” She looked mildly unimpressed, the last few minutes fading from her mind as a more pressing matter made itself clear. Bill hopped into action, slipping her bag from his shoulder and into her waiting hands. He bent down to kiss the top of her forehead.

“Be guh-good, t-tell your m-mom I’ll s-s-see her S…Sunday oh-k-kay? June nodded and gave her Uncle a funny look, wondering why his voice is jumping more than usual but saying nothing as she turned to go and put her things in her assigned cubby.

Bill turned back to Stan and there was an almost pregnant silence between them before Bill stuttered out another “nice to meet you” and hastily made a retreat, almost turning directly into the door frame of the classroom in his haste to get back to his jeep where he can properly feel embarrassed by himself.

For the next two days, his thoughts were plagued with near angelic curls and light brown eyes. Bev had texted him the day before, once again thanking him for taking June to school and confirming that he’d be at the restaurant Sunday morning for “family” breakfast. He’d assure her that it wasn’t a problem and that he’d be there.

Somehow Bill had managed to get a decent sleep the night before Sunday breakfast and woke along with the sun instead of before it. He took time in getting ready, gathering up his dirty clothes and even straightening up his room in a rare display of organization. When he was ready to leave he made sure to grab his red folder of articles for the newspaper before heading to his car, needing to drop them off once he was on his way back home from breakfast. He often made dropping off combed through articles a weekend habit, knowing that payment would be wired to his account by mid-week before most of his bills would come out.

The restaurant was even more crowded for a Sunday but it was to be expected, the church crowd was making their way into too small booths and naturally early risers were always coming in for good pancakes. No matter what though Bill knew there’d be a table waiting for him with Ben and June already seated, menus spread out between them.

That morning was no different as Bill slipped through throngs of old ladies dressed up in pastel jacket and skirt combinations, white hair curled high and tight with heavy looking earrings pulling down at the skin of their lobes. When he reached the table it seemed that Ben and June were in a heated discussion (as much as one could be in with a five-year-old) about the merits of getting french fries over toast for breakfast, it was a conversation that seemed to happen most breakfasts than not.

Bill made his presence known by slipping his messenger bag onto the back of his chair catching both Ben and June’s attention. They both smiled up at him in welcome.

“Morning Bill,” Ben said, passing him a menu like always even though Bill was likely going to get what he always did. June just turned back to her own menu, little brows coming together in confusion as she tried to read the words on the laminated paper. Most of the time she just went by the pictures and pointed but Ben had been trying to get her to read more and more. Since then her attempts were getting better each time Bill watched her try to sound out the words.

Within moments of Bill’s arrival, Bev was there with her little notebook, apron secured tightly around her waist. She leaned over the table and kissed Ben gently before placing a kiss on June’s head and Bill’s cheek. Bill watched Ben’s face, almost amazed that he still looked at Bev as though she were a goddess and he was a simple mortal even though Bill had to admit his friend had grown quite handsome as the years went on. It was a refreshing thing to see. The utter devotion and love Ben felt for the women.

“Same thing as usual Bill?” She asked, pen poised to take down his order if had changed. It hadn’t.

“Yeah, s...same as usual.” Bev nodded and moved to take the rest of her family’s orders before going back toward the little window of the restaurant that led to the kitchen. Their table lapsed into a comfortable moment of silence, each person simply enjoying the others company when Ben spoke up, addressing Bill.

“So, got any work done on your masterpiece lately?” Ben had taken to calling Bill’s first novel attempt his “masterpiece” in a way of encouraging Bill because, in Ben’s words, it was going to be amazing. Bill wasn’t too sure of as late.

Bill wanted to dramatically cover his face with his hands and pretend to weep, as that was what he was feeling over the lack of progress he’d made in the last few days. Instead of doing that he shrugged half-heartedly.

“A bit I guess,” it was unconvincing even to his own ears, Ben didn’t say anything, however, not wanting to make Bill even more upset at himself, he simply nodded and changed the topic.

“Well, June here…” Ben began to fill Bill in on everything that June had been up to in the time he’d spent away from the little girl. It was confusing, to say the least, considering that Ben was trying to interpret what the five-year-old had told him. From the gist of it, Bill had been able to determine that she’d finished a whole coloring book, collected the “biggerest” leaf on the nature walk she’d taken Friday with her class and Mr. Stan, and spent most of Saturday having a fashion show with Ben while he’d graded history papers. By the time Ben had recapped what he could Beverley had returned. Their breakfasts were spread out over a large circular serving tray and Bev's apron was slung over her shoulder, shirt untucked from her black pants.

She placed the tray in the middle of the table, expertly in a way that insured everyone’s meal was exactly where it should be. Bev only had thirty minutes for her first break to eat with them before she had to go back to serving and taking orders. They spent most of the breakfast eating and talking over one another, laughing like they always did, because when surrounded by friends it was hard not to. June stole most of their collective attention with her surprisingly logical childlike stories and retellings of the book Mr. Stan had read in storytime on Friday.

Bill wondered how he never noticed just how much June talked about her teacher before, he supposed that now he has a face to place to the name it was easier to recognize when she did. It didn’t help that Bill really hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him since he’d met the other man.

Once they’d all finished eating Ben pulled June up from her highchair and said they were going to get cleaned up, it was mostly for June’s benefit due to the fact that her face was smudged with ketchup, having won the french fry argument earlier. Bev was taking the time to gather up their plates so she could take them to the back when she clocked in from her break.

Bill had spent the majority of his weekend mulling over how he might be able to see Stanley Uris again and really, only one thing had come to mind.

“Uh, B-Bev?” She looked up from her task with one brow quirked.

“Yeah?” Bill swallowed.

“If you uh s-still needed help getting June to s….school I don’t m-mind taking her, just so you know.” Bev beamed down at Bill.

“You’re a real treasure Bill Denbrough, I haven’t been able to get anyone permanent yet so if you could take her in on Tuesday’s and Friday’s I’d be able to give you gas money and everything.” Bill waved her off, really he was mostly being selfish at this point even though he’d always help get June to school regardless of her very attractive teacher. He was simply more willing with the incentive of seeing “Mr. Stan.”

“C-course Bev,” he returned her smile and helped her tidy up the rest of the table.

And that was how Bill found himself that following Tuesday stepping into June’s school much like he had those few days before, her backpack looped over his shoulder, the little girl pulling him along. A bubble of nerves had worked it’s way into Bill’s stomach at the thought of seeing Stan again, he hoped this time he wouldn’t stutter as terribly but really the man had never been too cool in the face of people he was attracted to.

When he reached the door to June’s class his eyes found her teacher almost automatically, he was just as gorgeous as Bill remembered him being. This time Stan was wrapped up in a gray cashmere sweater, brown patches sewn into the elbows, and light colored blue jeans. Bill hadn’t even spoken yet and he just knew that if he tried he’d be just as tongue-tied as before.

The other man turned from where he was talking to a little blonde haired boy and smiled at Bill and June, coming over to greet them both.

“Hiya Mr. Stan,” Jun said sweetly, Stan had kneeled down to her level.

“Good morning June,” he looked up and Bill felt that little shudder in his breathing as their eyes met, he managed a nervous smile in return. The teacher looked back to June, “I see you dragged your Uncle with you again,” June giggled like it was a joke and Bill bit back a laugh of his own, staring down fondly at the little girl to his left.

“Mommy has to work super early sometimes so Uncle Billy gets to take me now!” She sounded so endearingly happy over the fact that Billy was bringing her to school in the morning it made his heart melt just a bit.

“J-just on Tue….Tuesdays and F-F-Friday’s,” he filled in helpfully, Stan looked up at Bill and nodded, smiling as he rose back to his full height, still a bit shorter than Bill. June tugged on the bottom of Bill’s shirt, much like she’d done before to get his attention. Without prompting Bill handed off her bag, wishing her a good day before she rushed off.

They stood, almost orbiting around each other in silence until Stan looked away to where June was shoving her bag into her pink cubby.

“I’m glad Bev and Ben have someone they can count on to watch out for June, it seems like they work really hard.” Bill was a bit taken aback by Stan’s calm observation and the sincerity that it held. Not many people in Bill’s opinion were often open with such personal opinions. From someone else, Bill might think they were commenting on Bev and Ben’s parenting but from Stan, it didn’t seem as such, not with the soft way he was looking at June or how his voice was laced with a startling kind of conviction.

Bill was nearly at a loss for words at what to say to that.

“I… uh, y-yeah, they d-do," another hanging silence filtered between them, broken only by the laughter and noise of children that surrounded them. Bill coughed lightly and looked away. “W-well ha-have a guh-good d-day.” Stan grinned.

“You too Mr. Denbrough,” Bill felt a chuckle bubble up in his throat at the name.

“Ju….Just Bill, pl-please,” the other man nodded an affirmative, kind smile still on his lips. When Bill turned to leave he could have sworn he heard a soft “Bill,” repeated back at him but figured it must have been his wishful imagination and left.

For the next three weeks, that’s how it went, Bill would drop June off, saying hello to her teacher, stutter calming down to its usual level the more he did so, they would exchange pleasantries, sometimes a tidbit about themselves and then Bill would say goodbye. Sometimes, in rare moments he thought that they might be flirting, the way that Stan would smile at him and laugh at something he said, but really Bill just didn't know.

By the fourth week of consistently dropping June off Tuesdays and Fridays, Bill was slowly being consumed with the urge to see Stanley Uris more than those coveted five or so minutes. When Bev texted him in the middle of one Friday afternoon asking if he could pick June up that day and take her to the Rec, as Ben usually did it on his lunch break and couldn’t that day, Bill didn’t even hesitate to respond with a yes. He considered it lucky that Bev hadn’t made some kind of quip about the speed of his reply and being eager. Bill wasn’t sure what he’d do if Bev figured out that he had a crush on June’s kindergarten teacher.

Instead, Bev assured him that the school knew he’d be picking up June instead of Ben and he wouldn’t have any problem getting her and that she’d be waiting by the parent pick-up circle with the other members of her class.

When Bill got to the school that afternoon and parked, he immediately spotted Stan surrounded by a dwindling crowd of bundled-up kindergartners, June almost front in center in her Spiderman coat. By the time Bill made his way to group June had noticed him and likely the only thing keeping her from running to give him a hug was the fact that Stan was there and she knew better than to run off from her teacher.

Once he was in range, however, all bets were off and she nearly flew to him, making Bill stagger at the force of her tiny arms rounding behind his knees. Stan’s quite songlike laugh nearly knocked the breath out of Bill’s lungs. Stan looked perfect when he was laughing, amusement sparkling in his brown eyes, his cheeks dimpling. In addition to his usual sweater/cardigan, he was also swathed in a navy blue peacoat and festive red colored wool scarve.

Bill couldn’t help himself from grinning back at the man before reaching down to take June’s backpack from her.

“I h-hope it’s oh-okay that I’m picking her up,” Bill slipped the little girls backpack over one shoulder as Stan shook his head.

“It’s not a problem, the office called down ahead of time to let me know,” that made sense to Bill as Bev had told him nearly the exact same thing. He was about to wish Stan a good evening and leave when something caught his attention. There seemed to be something in Stan’s hair. Without even thinking much of it Bill took two steps forward into the teacher’s space and stretched out his hand to pluck the object out. Once his fingers brushed over Stan’s curls Bill was enraptured by just how soft his hair was, like silk across the pads of his fingers. Bill wanted to run his hands through the other man’s hair but Stan’s slightly choked “uh” cut that thought off rather quickly.

With an embarrassed flush crawling up toward Bill’s ears he made swift work of pulling what he now recognized as a feather from Stan’s hair, holding it out for the other to see in way of an explanation. Bill noted that Stan’s cheeks were now a pale pink, perhaps from the chill the afternoon had taken on.

“Oh,” was Stan’s remark, raising his own hand to take the feather from between Bill’s fingers. The writer’s breath caught when their skin brushed in the process, hyperaware of the warmth from Stan’s fingers as they touched against his own. “It’s from a robin,” his tone was excited, attention now moving on to the item in his hand. Bill was nearly made breathless again by the sudden appearance of such enthusiasm.

Really, he figured he should have grown used to it at this point, but he hadn't and Bill thought perhaps it was alright that he might never.

“F-from the n...nature walk?” He asked, taking a step back, trying his best to clear the strange atmosphere he’d unintentionally created. Stan looked as though he was going to reply but June spoke before he had the chance to respond.

“Uncle Billy, we’re gonna be late for basketball!” Bill snapped his gaze down to the little girl whose arms were folded over her chest, foot tapping impatiently as she waited for her Godfather. Bill nearly broke down in a fit of giggles over how much June looked like her mother when she was annoyed. He supposed Bev would find it just as amusing as he did.

“A-alright Junebug,” he looked back to Stan who still had the feather twirled between his thumb and index finger, “s-see you Tuesday, Stan,” Bill said, taking June’s hand in his and turning toward where he parked the jeep.

“See you Bill, have a good night.” Bill turned to look over his shoulder at Stan and smiled, conveying in an unmistakable way that he wished the same for the other man.

For the following two weeks, Bill volunteered to pick up June from school so that Ben could spend his time working at the college, the history project taking up more and more of his time.

One Saturday while Bill was over for dinner and a movie Bev finally called him out on his total willingness to pick June up so. It wasn’t surprising to her that Billy was willing to go the extra mile for people he considered family but the man usually joked about it more, feigning hardship when they all knew it wasn’t one. Bill hadn’t made a joke about doing Bev a favor since she’d first asked and it was making her curious, though she did have an idea as to what, or who more likely, had Bill offering his services so willingly.

Bill was curled up comfortably on Bev and Ben’s large couch, watching the credits of the movie they’d been watching fade to a close while the two parents tucked their daughter into bed. Bev returned a few minute later and sat down next to her friend, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Thank’s again for taking June all the time,” Bill fought the urge to shrug his shoulders, knowing it would dislodge the comfortable weight of Bev’s head.

“Y-you know I’d do anything f-for her, and you,” he added the last bit as an afterthought but clearly meant it just as much as the first part of the statement. He didn’t feel Bev smirk from her perch on his shoulder but heard it in her voice all the same when she spoke up again.

“And for a cute boy?” It was a digging tease that had Bill’s shoulders tensing and face flushing, obviously caught. Once the silence stretched on and her suspicion was confirmed Bev couldn't help but laugh, full-bodied and far too giddy for Bill’s suddenly embarrassed mood. “I can not believe you’re using my daughter as a means to flirt with her teacher.” It wasn't said in an accusatory tone, there was nothing really negative about Bev’s comment but it still made Bill uncomfortable nonetheless.

“Y...you k-k-know I wouldn’t d-d-do th-that, it’s n...not -,” Bev sat up and placed her palm across Bill’s mouth, silencing his defensive rambling.

“Bill, calm down, I know, it was a joke. Though you have to admit, it is a perk.” Bev winked cheekily and Bill didn’t think he had the ability to color redder but somehow his complexion managed it. Bev only laughed harder while Bill was trying to calm himself down. Once Ben returned to the room he raised a brow in question and turns to his wife.

“What did I miss?”

“Just the confirmation of Billy-boy here having a crush on “Mr. Stan,”” Bill was about to have another fit when Ben just hummed in understanding as smiled at his friend.

“You should go for it, he probably won’t say no.” It was said so offhandedly that Bill momentarily forgot his shame to stare after the other man, entirely confused.

“H-how would you kn...know that?” Bev filled him in helpfully while Ben put away the DVD from the player.

“Because there was a parent-teacher conference yesterday and he asked how you were doing.” Bill had to turn almost his entire body to face the red-haired woman who was looking far too smug for his liking.

“T-that doesn’t mean he l...likes me.”

“True, but June pointing out that he kept the feather you apparently pulled from his hair and him basically turning into a tomato sure says something.” A fluttering kicked up in Bill’s stomach at the thought of Stan keeping the feather but really there could be so many reasons for that.

“H-he likes birds, that doesn’t m-mean anything.” Bev rolled her eyes, patted his shoulder and didn't say anything as she stood up. Bill didn’t need her to in order to understand that she’d basically called him an idiot without a single word passing her lips.

Sometimes Bill wondered how he didn’t hate his friends even a smidge.

By the time Tuesday rolled around and Bev had spent their Sunday family breakfast teasing him Bill had bundled up all the courage he could and on his and June’s way to school he stopped by the only Starbucks within a ten mile radius to grab coffee and a hot chocolate for the little girl in his passenger seat. If there happened to be a third drink in Bill’s cup holder June didn’t say anything to bring attention to it.

When they reached the parking lot of the kindergarten June went to hop out of the car and Bill took the minute he had before she grew weary of waiting for him to grab one of the many permanent markers in his glove box to hastily scrawl seven digits onto clear side of the cup. He stared at the numbers and then, almost against himself wrote a single word in the form of a question.

Before he could take back what he’d done Bill slipped from his own seat, coffee clutched in hand as he locked up the jeep and as per usual took June’s bag from her while they made their way into the school.

By the time the two had reached Stanley’s room Bill’s stomach was practically in knots, he’d almost thrown the cup of coffee into one of the trash bins lining the hall but June’s restless walking pace kept him from lingering on the thought long enough to do it.

As usual, Stan greeted June first, then Bill next. It wasn’t until June was off at the cubbies and Stan was asking Bill how his weekend had been did the writer offer the cup of coffee he’d practically been clutching to the other man, completely ignoring the question that had been posed to him.

The sudden gesture had Stan pausing automatically before his trademark soft smile curled onto his lips and he was taking the cup from Bill’s hand, their fingers brushing for the second time.

“Thanks, Bill, this is really thoughtful.” There was a dusting of pink on Stan’s high cheekbones and a gut-clenching fondness in his expression that gave Bill some sense of calm, perhaps it hadn’t been a terrible idea at all. Still, he didn’t exactly want to stand around and wait for Stan to notice the numbers Bill had written on the side of the cup so he made his retreat.

“I-it wasn’t a problem, I uh, g-g-gotta g-go though, s-s-see you later,” he left before Stan could respond in kind.

It wasn’t until eleven o’clock did Bill really begin to panic. It had been nearly five hours since he gave Stan the coffee with his number and the question and yet the screen of his phone only showed him reminders and updates from the few apps he actually had, no text or missed a call from an unknown number. There was no indication the Stan had even seen the message Bill had left for him, or perhaps he had and was simply ignoring it. That thought made Bill feel even worse.

Bill thought he was lucky that Ben said he would pick June up that day so if Stan really was rejecting him Bill wouldn’t have to face him in three hours. Small miracles he supposed.

Then, when he was pacing in his kitchen thirty minutes later, waiting for the water to boil for the pasta he was going to make, a shrill ring pierced the air of his otherwise silent apartment. Bill rushed from where he’d paused in front of his stove and almost knocked his entire body against the door frame of his bedroom in his haste to reach his phone where it was charging.

He didn’t even look at the screen before picking it up.

“H-hello?” There was an undisguised note of hope for who the caller might be. Bill was not left disappointed.

“Uh,” a light chuckle, “hey.” Stan sounded just as wonderful on the phone as in person and Bill allowed himself to smile wide to himself.

“Hi,” he replied before realizing he’d already said practically the same thing already. Stan laughed again and Bill realized with faint surprise that it was possible the other man was just as nervous as he was.

Neither of them said anything for a beat.

“S-so-” Bill began before Stan barreled past him.

“I’d really like to get coffee with you.”

Bill didn’t respond, mostly due to shock he believed. It was enough of a pause apparently to make Stan even more nervous.

“That, uh, that is of course, if you still want to, I mean -”

“Y-yes!” Bill exclaimed, the sudden realization of his mistake dawning. “I, y-yeah I s...still want to get coffee w-with you.” He was smiling so large it was bound to hurt if he kept it up. There was a sigh of elated relief on the other end of the line.

“Would Saturday be alright? I’d suggest Friday what with there being no school but I’ve got to spend time making lesson plans so…” The other man trailed off and Bill spook before silence can come back and threaten either of them with more awkwardness.

“S-Saturday sounds great.” Any day sounded great to Bill.

“Okay,” Bill could almost hear the smile in Stan’s voice, “there’s this cafe on Cherry and Main, I can text you the address later this week? The kids are gonna be back from snack time any minute so I’ve got to go, but does that sound okay?”

“P-perfect.”

They say their goodbyes and Bill was so filled with giddy delight that not even his pasta boiling over, which it did, could touch the mood he was in.

Throughout the week Bill and Stan had sent texts back and forth constantly. Sometimes Stan would send him a picture of a child’s drawing that made him laugh, or a story about what happened in class, never failing to brighten Bill’s day. Bill often responded with comments and mentions of his book which he'd promised to tell Stan more about on Saturday. The thought of Saturday sent a thrum of happiness loose in Bill's body and gave him a little boost to finish a paragraph or two in his novel.

Once Saturday finally arrived Bill nearly didn't know what to do with himself. He hadn’t managed to get much sleep, this time from excitement rather than anything else but still not good either way. He managed to distract himself with his book and little newspaper editing projects he was meant to have finished by Monday that by the time there was an hour until his and Stan’s date Bill wasn’t left with any time to doubt the third outfit he’d tried on. He needed the remainder of the time to shower and leave before he risked being even a minute late.

He arrived at the cafe Stan had texted him about ten minutes early, dressed nicely in a blue button up, dark jeans and brown overcoat. He saw a head of golden brown curls already sat inside and what looked like two steaming mugs of coffee in front of him. A smile broke out on Bill’s face when he saw it.

The date was probably as close to perfection Bill had ever been close to.

Stan had greeted him with a warm smile and equally warm, slightly nervous hug, standing up the moment Bill had entered the cafe, small bell chiming in time with his appearance. Bill had stuttered out a hello and Stan had responded in kind, taking only a second to hesitate before looping his arms carefully around Bill’s shoulders.

Bill had wasted no time in tugging the other man just a bit closer by wrapping his arms around Stan’s waist. Once they’d parted Stan gestured to the coffee he’d order for Bill, hoping it was to his liking, Bill of course, after taking a sip, assured him it was amazing.

From there they talked and talked and talked, sometimes breaking down into fits of laughter over something the other had said. Sometime during the middle of the date, their hands had migrated toward one another's til they met in the middle of the table, fingers tangling together as they sipped lukewarm coffee. It was well into the afternoon by the time either of them realized and Bill regretted that he was actually the one who needed to leave and drop something off to the newspaper office.

They were both reluctant to let the others hand go but pressing matters dictated that they had to. Leaving the shop together there was a stilted goodbye at the tips of their tongues as they left in opposite directions. Before Bill could get too far however he turned around and jogged back to where Stan had wandered down the street to his own car presumably. Bill caught his elbow and Stan turned, expression both hopeful and curious.

“Do y-you wanna muh-maybe do this again?” Stan smiled at Bill and there was that fluttering in the latter's stomach, a feeling he’d grown used to when faced with one Stanley Uris.

“Yeah, I’d really like that. Maybe dinner next time?” Bill’s smile matched his and really, he couldn’t remember feeling happier. Than Stan took a step forward, placed one hand on one of Bill’s cheeks and his lips on his other, brushing them lightly across his slowly heating skin.

Bill said nothing as Stan pulled away and flashed him that soft smile before turning back the way he’d been going when Bill had stopped him.

Bill couldn't help but trace the tips of his fingers across the lingering sensation of Stan’s soft mouth on his face.

Bev might believe that she still owed Bill for taking June to school but really, Billy thought it was the other way around.

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