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headcanonsandmore · 7 months ago

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'Stand and Deliver!', Chapter Five

Summary: Tegan rather likes the idea of dancing with Nyssa, but she was expecting it to happen indoors and with other people around. Having said that, she was also expecting to be wearing her prettiest dress and not have donkey feed in her hair.

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After Sunday lunch, Tegan busied herself with chores. There was no getting out of them and, besides, it would give her an opportunity to think about the events of the previous few days without being interrupted.

Which was why she was refilling the feeding basket of the donkey currently residing in the inn stables. It was a sweet old thing which, according to the letters from her parents, had been purchased from a travelling merchant who had been erring about letting the creature retire after years of service.

There was a soft honk as the donkey stared hopefully at Tegan. Chuckling, the innkeepers daughter reached over and gently tossed a handful of feed down.

The donkey gave a happy honk, and began to eat.

Tegan smiled, leaning on the low stable door. She reached down and gently stroked the top of the animals head.

‘Mum hasn’t even given you a name yet,’ she said, softly. ‘That’s not fair, is it? Did your old master have a name for you?’

The donkey continued eating, but flexed his ears slightly so Tegan could scratch behind them.

‘Well, you’ve got a sweeter temperament than Adric, so that name’s out of the question,’ she chuckled. ‘Billy’s more of a goat name, you’re too small to be called Benton… how about Dan?’

The donkey looked up at her, smiled, and gave another happy honk, eyes twitching cheerfully.

‘Dan it is, then,’ Tegan laughed. ‘Good old Dan; pleasure to make your acquaintance.’

Dan nuzzled up against her hand, rubbing his muzzle against her fingers. He was exceedingly gentle, and made sure not to catch her with his teeth.

‘I’ll have to introduce you to Nyssa,’ Tegan smiled. ‘She seems like she’d appreciate you too. I’ll ask her when she comes round for the dancing later.’

‘Dancing, Miss Jovanka?’

Tegan spun around.

There was no mistaking the figure sat astride the black horse that trotted quickly into the courtyard. With a long dark cloak covering the ruffled shirt and black trousers, the phantom stared down at her through the black mask he wore. Upon his head was a wide-brimmed hat, again in black. In the half-light of the late afternoon, Tegan could just about make out the bright green of the highwayman’s eyes.

The masked figure climbed swiftly off the horse, their black boots landing with a gentle thud against the stones of the courtyard. Taking the reigns in one hand, the phantom briskly crossed to the stables and tied the reigns secure.

‘I… yes,’ Tegan said, quickly, as she moved away from the stable door, behind which Dan gave a curious honk, as if unsure as to why his new friend had left. ‘This evening. Why?’

‘No reason,’ the phantom said, with a gentle shrug as he turned to face her. ‘Word spreads about these things. I may have to pop in, just to keep an eye on things.’

‘You will do no such thing!’ Tegan exclaimed, temper rising. ‘I won’t have a highwayman disrupting the occasion!’

The phantom did not seem to take offence at her tone, and instead let out a chuckle.

‘I can see why Miss Traken likes you so much.’

Tegan’s mouth fell open in shock.

‘I- what?’

‘She gave me an earful yesterday evening,’ he said, smirking. ‘Complaining that I was dragging the village into disrepute and that I should -what was it?- “be more courteous to such a sweet young lady as Miss Jovanka”. It seems you have a great admirer in our local pastors daughter.’

Tegan stared, feeling an uncomfortable heat rising in her cheeks.

‘Miss Traken is rather a prissy young thing,’ the phantom continued, but his tone was not malicious. ‘But she was correct. I do apologise for putting a mark on your good face during our initial encounter.’

‘I… yes, well…’ Tegan stammered, quickly. ‘Just see that it doesn’t happen again. And you leave Nyssa alone; she is not prissy!’

The phantom raised his hands -both gloved- in a placating gesture.

‘My apologies. You have my word as a gentleman,’ he said, smiling. Tegan was surprised to see dimples appear in his cheeks. ‘I will make sure that no harm befalls Miss Traken.’

Tegan folded her arms.

‘I will hold you to that, Master Phantom,’ she said. ‘Nyssa is too good for this world.’

‘Oh, is that a fact, Miss Jovanka?’

The phantom took a step towards her. Tegan held her ground, regarding the masked man with a raised eyebrow.

‘I assure you,’ the phantom said. ‘My intentions are strictly honourable.’

‘No matter what they are, you -good sir- will get no quarter from me,’ Tegan replied, curtly.

The phantom stared at her for a moment, but did not step further.

‘It would impinge upon my honour to make a fine lady as yourself uncomfortable,’ he said, quietly. ‘I am far from the brigand that you make me out to be.’

‘Nys doesn’t like you that much, and I take her views on such matters seriously.’

‘Oh, well, if Nys sees me as such-’

Tegan slapped the man’s arm. The phantom gave a laugh, not seeming to take insult from the slap.

‘I must have offended her at some point,’ he chuckled. ‘I will have to extend my apologies to her as well, when next I cross paths with her.’

‘You’re impossible!’

Another dimpled smile. The green eyes behind the mask glittered.

‘I like to think so.’

The masked figure bowed down on one knee, and -slowly, as if gauging her reaction- reached out and took Tegan’s hand in theirs. The phantom did not press his lips to her skin, but instead looked up at her, eyes surprisingly wide. Tegan was suddenly struck by the almost… familiar expression of gentle kindness.

Tegan did not pull away. The seconds stretched on.

Gently, the phantom let go of her hand and climbed to their feet. They then crossed back to the stables and began to untie the horse’s reigns.

‘I will bid you good evening, Miss Jovanka. Enjoy your dancing.’

‘Thank you,’ Tegan replied, somewhat unnerved. ‘I’m sure I will.’

‘Oh, and send Miss Traken my esteemed compliments,’ the phantom said, as they swung a leg over their horse. ‘I do enjoy getting scolded by a pastors daughter over conduct, if I do say so myself.’

And, without another word, the horse -and its mysterious rider- disappeared into the rapidly descending fog.

Tegan turned back to the stables, and leaned over the low door.

‘What do you make of the phantom, Dan? Can we trust them?’

There was a happy honk in response.

Tegan smiled to herself, gave Dan a fond scratch behind the ears, and headed back indoors.

‘Hello, Tegan!’

‘Hello Polly,’ Tegan smiled, as her friend pulled her into a hug. ‘Looking forward to the dancing? Dad’s been able to get a couple of travelling musicians to join in.’

‘Oh, wonderful!’ Polly exclaimed. ‘Yes, I am rather; although that may just be because I’ll be dancing with Ben.’

Tegan rolled her eyes fondly. Ben and Polly had nursed feelings for each other since childhood, and it was sweet to see them enjoying themselves now that they were engaged.

It was rapidly approaching the evenings dancing. Twilight was rapidly descending over Crofters Lodge, more quickly than normal due to the dense fog. Outside, the villagers could barely see a few feet in front of their own faces; Tegan’s father had put a particularly bright light outside the front door so that people wouldn’t get lost on their way to the dance.

Tegan had initially intended to change into a nice dress that Aunt Vanessa had bought her during her time in London, but Joy had apologetically asked her to help out with the setting of the temporary wooden stage for the band. As a result, she was still wearing the blouse (sleeves rolled up to the elbows) and long skirt that she had been wearing that afternoon, with a slightly threadbare pinny tied around her middle. She had quickly gone to scrub her face with soap and water earlier so, at the very least, she looked halfway presentable.

‘Nyssa not here yet?’

Tegan startled at Polly’s question.

‘Er, no. How did you-’

‘Oh, Benton told me that you would probably be inviting her along,’ Polly said, cheerfully. ‘You always did like her a great deal.’

‘Well, yes,’ Tegan replied. ‘She is a good friend.’

Of course, like all of Tegan’s friends, Polly had no idea as to the sheer extent of Tegan’s feelings for Nyssa. Aside from Benton, who had always been far more perceptive than people gave him credit for, none of the other village youngsters had ever suspected anything other than platonic affection in Tegan’s thoughts towards Nyssa.

Polly had a happy laugh as Ben came to stand next to her, slipping his hands into hers.

‘Anyway, have a good time this evening,’ Polly said, cheerfully. ‘Hope Nyssa enjoys herself.’

Tegan gave a smile, and her two friends headed away to a table on the far side of the common room.

In their place was now stood the tall, friendly form of Benton. He was wearing his watchman uniform and a pair of sturdy, shined boots. Benton took a great deal of care when cleaning and polishing his boots, Tegan knew; the man was fastidious in his own appearance but without vanity, if that was possible.

‘No sign of Nyssa yet?’

Tegan scowled up at the man.

‘No, and I would thank you not to mention that to every other person in the village. Poor Nyssa was nervous enough about coming here without everyone knowing that I invited her.’

‘Why would them knowing you invited her cause Nyssa nervousness?’ Benton said, deflecting the question and giving a quietly knowing look. ‘Anyhow, I’m sure she’ll be here soon; I imagine she was simply pulled into helping a parishioner with something and got delayed.’

Tegan sighed.

‘I know,’ she said. ‘Anyway, why are you here? You do realise my mum’s going to suggest I dance with you, right?’

‘I’m on duty,’ Benton said, with a smirk. ‘Your mum knows better than that. We’ve got this top-brass from London arriving later, and I promised that I’d meet him here at the inn.’

‘He’s here about the phantom, isn’t he?’

Benton nodded.

‘I wouldn’t be surprised if we have a lot more notice placed upon our little community in the coming months. Anyway, nothing for you to worry about, Tegan; you just focus on making sure Nyssa has a good time this evening.’

Leaving her with an encouraging smile, Benton headed over to the bar to strike up a conversation with Tegan’s father.

Tegan sighed, and scratched the back of her neck absentmindedly.

While she did appreciate that Benton didn’t seem to have any issues regarding her feelings for the parson’s daughter, she did wonder just how much he was aware. Now that she had grown up a bit, Tegan got the distinct impression that Benton knew a lot more about the goings-on in the village than he ever let on. People tended to assume he was a little slow-minded, given his large stature and affable face, but Tegan could see that it was far from the case. While still a profoundly kind and decent person, Benton was a great deal quicker on the mark than initial appearances suggested.

Tegan was interrupted in these musings, however, as her mother motioned her over to the bar.

‘Tegan, go outside and check the stables. Don’t want anyone leaving horses there without letting us know.’

‘What?’ the young woman exclaimed. ‘The dancing’s due to start soon; can’t it wait?’

‘Afraid not. Hurry up, and you should make it back in time.’

‘Send Adric; he doesn’t even like dancing!’

Sure enough, Adric was sullenly stood amongst the group of young people than included Ben and Polly. His hands were shoved in his pockets, although he kept casting glances over at the kitchen, clearly thinking about his stomach.

Joy frowned at her, placing her hands on her hips.

‘Exactly why he needs to stay here; it’ll do him some good to be socialising with other youngsters. You know how awkward he is around people his own age.’

‘Oh, brilliant; so both me and Adric can be unhappy this evening!’

‘Need I remind you, my girl, that I could have easily asked you to help out with the cooking this evening. So no more lip, okay?’

Biting back a retort, Tegan stalked past her mother and out the side door, towards the stables. As she exited, she grabbed her shawl from the hanger and wrapped it loosely around her shoulders.

The cold air was cold against the bare skin of her forearms, and she shivered as she crossed the courtyard. The drizzle from the afternoon had given way to a sort of damp mist in the air. By the distant lights of the inn, Tegan could see her own breath frosting in the air as she exhaled.

As she approached the stables, she could see that Dan was softly snoring within his little bay. The rest of the stables were completely empty.

Refilling Dan’s feeder, Tegan shivered again, already looking forward to heading back inside. Away from the lights and sounds of the inn, the night had an oppressive feel to it, as if some malevolent force was hanging amongst the dank, murky mists that had rolled in from the common. It was like something out of one of those ghost stories that had so terrified her as a small child.

Tegan packed away the donkey feed, and turned to go.

Yank!

Tegan was stopped in her tracks at the door. Twisting awkwardly, she looked to see what part of her clothing was holding her in place.

Sure enough, her shawl had gotten caught on a stray splinter of wood that was sticking out from the door. In the half-light, Tegan bent down and pulled it free. The shawl was left mostly intact, but now had several bits of loose fibres hanging free. That would require some sewing to repair, a skill at which Tegan had tried and failed to master.

‘Stupid- bloody- thing!’

Angrily, Tegan gave a hard kick to the offending door, and received a sore foot for her trouble. Hopping on the other foot, and mentally cursing her own bad luck, she swore loudly. She knew she must surely look a comical figure.

‘Tegan? Is that you?’

Tegan turned to the sound of the voice, and promptly lost her footing. She overbalanced and fell backwards onto the hay barrels behind her, causing a loud thump. Dan, awakening nearby, gave a loud honk of confusion at the disturbance to his beauty sleep and walked sideways into his feeder, knocking the thing over the stable door and causing a large cascade of assorted foodstuffs to dump itself over Tegan’s head.

Staring through her wet hair, now festooned with donkey food, Tegan’s vision swept up from her own hay-strewn dress and onto the face of the startled Nyssa Traken, who was stood at the entrance to the stables, wearing a pretty burgundy dress and an expression of bewildered shock.

That settled it. The universe clearly hated Tegan Jovanka.

‘Oh, Tegan…’

Nyssa hurried forward and, pulling a handkerchief from the pocket of her dress, knelt down next to Tegan. Before the older woman could stop her, the pastors daughter began to wipe away the donkey feed and water from her face.

‘Nys, stop it, I’m fine…’

‘Tegan, you’re covered in hay and animal feed,’ Nyssa continued, matter-of-factly as she continued her ministrations. ‘We can’t have you dancing with all this on your face, can we?’

Once the donkey feed had been mostly removed, Nyssa helped her to her feet, and the innkeepers daughter felt her face burn with mortification. She had wanted to seem sophisticated and friendly to Nyssa when they met this evening; being covered in straw and various animal feeds had not been the impression she had wanted to give.

‘Sorry,’ she mumbled. ‘I know I must look a right state.’

‘My fault entirely,’ Nyssa replied, kindly. ‘After all, I did startle you when you needed your concentration.’

‘You mean you saw me hopping around on one foot, swearing blue murder.’

‘Well… yes,’ Nyssa admitted, with a chuckle. ‘I asked your mother where you had gone and she pointed me towards the stables.’

‘Of course she did,’ -Tegan rolled her eyes, before letting out a sigh- ‘Er… sorry, I imagine you probably thought I’d stood you up.’

‘Not at all,’ Nyssa replied, cheeks dimpling with a kind smile. ‘But I did see Adric sullenly dancing alongside Ben and Polly, so I put two-and-two together.’

‘Right. Er…’-Tegan’s eyes darted over Nyssa’s clothing- ‘Y-you look pretty.’

‘Oh, thank you! Do you really think so?’

Tegan nodded, and the pastors daughter’s mouth broke into an even wider smile, cheeks dimpling prettily.

‘Very pretty indeed,’ Tegan continued. ‘Sorry, I had to help out with the setting up, so I couldn’t get changed into anything nice.’

‘I think you look lovely as well, Tegan.’

‘I had horse feed in my hair barely a minute ago, Nys.’

Nyssa gave a chuckle.

‘Regardless, you still look very pretty.’

There was a pause where Tegan’s brain momentarily froze.

‘Thanks. Er… this is Dan,’ she said, gesturing to the donkey, who stared up at the two women with a kindly inquisitive eye. She needed something to talk about that didn’t involve Nyssa saying how pretty she looked; she didn’t think her heart could take the strain. ‘My parents latest edition to the household.’

‘Oh, lovely!’ Nyssa exclaimed, eyes widening with delight as her mouth blossomed into a huge smile. ‘What a sweet name for such a sweet animal!’

‘Thanks,’ Tegan replied, with a grin. ‘I thought it would suit him; can you believe the bloke who owned him last never bothered to name him?’

‘Oh, the poor thing,’ Nyssa chuckled, reaching down and stroking Dan’s long face. The donkey gave a happy honk, clearly delighted to have a second friend visiting him. ‘Aren’t you a good boy, Dan…’

Tegan smiled softly, watching the pastors daughter as she continued to fawn over the old donkey. Nyssa’s kind and sweet nature was wonderfully intoxicating to behold. The way her eyes lit up with delight, and the way her entire spirit seemed to fizz with joy was… well, Tegan didn’t have the words for it. She was just happy to witness it, and to bask in the glow of the moment. She was surprised to find that she wasn’t even remotely jealous that Nyssa was so enamoured with Dan.

Her heart gave a soft thud against her chest, and Tegan leaned against the side of the low stable door, resting her head on the crook of her arm to watch Nyssa.

‘I think the name definitely fits him,’ Nyssa said, happily, before turning to face Tegan. ‘You’ve done an excellent job of naming him… er, Tegan?’

‘Hmmm?’

To Tegan’s delight, Nyssa’s cheeks flushed with colour and she blinked quickly, smile becoming flustered.

‘You’re… staring at me.’

‘Oh,’ Tegan said, without breaking eye contact. ‘Is… that a problem, Nys?’

‘No,’ Nyssa replied, cheeks dimpling. ‘Not at all. But… why?’

Tegan shrugged.

‘You’re beautiful, Nyssa,’ she said, her eyes not leaving Nyssa’s face. ‘When you are excited about something, it’s like… watching a sunrise.’

Nyssa’s cheeks bypassed red and turned a deep maroon. The pastors daughter seemed suddenly unable to look Tegan in the face, and her eyes ducked down. Her hands awkwardly clenched at the material of her dress.

‘I… I’m nothing special,’ the younger woman stammered.

‘Yes, you are!’

The force of Tegan’s exclamation shook even her, but she couldn’t focus on it. She strode forward, and clasped Nyssa’s hands gently within her own. Nyssa’s eyes immediately darted up, wide and surprised.

‘Nyssa, you are the loveliest and most wonderful person I have ever known!’ Tegan said, staring deep into those grey-green eyes that she so adored. ‘Don’t ever think that you are nothing special, because I will passionately argue against that whenever you think it.’

‘T-Tegan… I…’

They gazed into each other’s eyes for several moments, each second passing as if every moment had the weight of a thousand years.

The innkeepers daughter was suddenly aware that there was barely a few inches of space inbetween them, and that she was clasping Nyssa’s hands as a lover would.

Honk!

The women startled at the perplexed exclamation from Dan, who was clearly wondering why he wasn’t being patted anymore by his two friends. And Tegan remembered that existence did not comprise herself and the wonderful woman stood in front of her.

The world crashed down around them once again.

Tegan took a deep breath, and gently let go of Nyssa’s hands. However, she was unable to move away, and the two women stood, staring at each other, blown away by the sheer emotion that had passed between them barely a few moments before.

‘T-Tegan?’

‘I-I forgot myself,’ Tegan whispered. ‘Please forgive me.’

‘There is nothing to forgive,’ Nyssa said, just as quietly. ‘I… thank you, Tegan. Truly.’

There was a very heavy moment of silence, as the two of them continued to stare at each other. Tegan could feel her heart hammering against her chest, and took another deep breath.

Their eyes broke contact.

Tegan cleared her throat. Nyssa rubbed her upper arm with a nervous hand.

‘Er…’ Tegan said, looking back at the parson’s daughter. ‘You came here for dancing, did you not?’

‘I came here to dance with you, Tegan,’ Nyssa said, smiling prettily as their eyes met again. ‘If… if you will have me?’

‘I’d consider it an honour, Miss Traken,’ Tegan said, bowing low with her hand gestured as if she had just taken off a hat.

Nyssa giggled.

‘As would I, Tegan. But you needn’t bow; neither of us are gentlemen.’

‘That phantom bloke apparently is,’ Tegan chuckled. ‘Has he apologised to you yet?’

‘Yes, early this afternoon,’ Nyssa replied, still giggling. ‘He mentioned -what was it?- “getting schooled in decorum by a certain innkeepers daughter”. I take it you are the cause of his reformist actions?’

‘I reckon I am. Couldn’t have him calling you names.’

‘Well, he wouldn’t be the first to refer me as “prissy”, but thank you, Tegan.’

Nyssa looked across the courtyard. The lights from inside the inn were spilling out from behind the curtains, and various silhouettes could be seen. The band had, by this point, started warming up, and the sounds of music (banjo, fiddle and a type of Irish drum known as a Bodhrán) could be heard despite the distance.

Tegan saw Nyssa place her hands nervously against the front of her dress, curled slightly.

‘Well… we don’t have to dance in there,’ Tegan said. ‘I mean, we can hear the music just fine out here. Bit quieter, too.’

Nyssa’s eyes darted away from the inn and back to Tegan.

‘It’s rather… improper, isn’t it?’ she said, sounding unsure. ‘To dance in a courtyard with another person?’

‘Maybe, but -and maybe I’m overthinking things, Nys- you and I are both women,’ -Tegan extended her hand-‘so surely no-one would suspect anything untoward?’

Nyssa stared at her for a moment, before her eyes glittered with nervous excitement. She reached out and took Tegan’s proffered hand.

‘Imagine that, the pastors daughter breaking convention like this.’

Nyssa gave a hearty laugh, that sent delicious shivers up Tegan’s spine. The younger woman then leaned in close, bringing Tegan’s hand up with her own, and spoke into Tegan’s ear.

‘Oh, I can break far more conventions than this, Tegan,’ she whispered. ‘I’m not as prissy as you may think.’

The next thing Tegan knew, Nyssa had dipped her, keeping one arm wrapped around her back. The younger woman’s eyes sparkled mischievously as Tegan stared up at her, heart hammering in her chest.

Rabbits!

‘I-I never thought you were prissy…’ Tegan stammered.

Nyssa giggled.

‘Did I make you flustered, Tegan? I may have to do that more often; you look adorable from where I am right now.’

Nyssa gave a wink. Tegan’s stomach flipped over.

The parson’s daughter gently helped her back upright, and the two began to step in time with the music, their hands joined softly together. Despite the cold, Tegan was feeling distinctly flushed but she found it difficult to complain. With the courtyard deserted around them, and no prying eyes to intrude upon this moment, Tegan felt her stomach settle into a sort of giddy ecstasy.

Nyssa’s hand was warm and gentle against her own, and the eyes of the pastors daughter never left Tegan’s own as they continued to dance, the way they had both been taught at folk dances from an early age. Their heels of their footwear clapped smartly against the cobblestones of the courtyard, and their breaths misted slightly in the cold air.

Tegan wasn’t sure how long they danced for, but the next thing she knew, the song had finished and there was the sound of applause from within the inn.

The two young women stopped, both breathing heavily from the exertion. Tegan could see that Nyssa’s face had flushed slightly, giving a rosy red colour to her cheeks. She looked even prettier than normal, and her dimples showed as she smiled at Tegan. It did not occur to Tegan to remove her hand from Nyssa’s, and presumably Nyssa was much the same, as neither of them broke contact.

‘Wow,’ Nyssa said, softly.

‘Yeah,’ Tegan replied, breathlessly.

‘Thank you. That was… wonderful.’

‘Was?’ Nyssa’s mouth quirked into a smirk. ‘Can we not continue? I’m sure the band will begin playing another song soon.’

Tegan nodded, chuckling.

‘Of course we can.’

Eventually, they had to stop dancing. Tegan’s hands were growing cold, and Nyssa insisted on dragging her towards the inn so that she could warm up by the fire inside. Tegan reluctantly allowed herself to be pulled across the courtyard, and through the side door. It was rather hard to complain when her fingers were intertwined with Nyssa’s, she had to admit.

The dancing had wound down, although the place was still packed with people. The band were still playing, but it was a slower romantic ballad. Tegan’s parents were slow-dancing together, along with Ian and Barbara. The youngsters, including Ben and Polly, were mostly chatting nearby the fire. Adric was eating from a plate he’d clearly taken from the kitchen while his mums back was turned.

‘Hello, Miss Traken,’ Benton said, cheerfully, as Tegan and Nyssa closed the door behind the them. The tall man was stood nearby the bar, nursing a flagon. ‘Are you enjoying the dancing so far?’

‘Yes,’ Nyssa replied, as they joined him. ‘Tegan’s been showing me some moves.’

‘I bet she has-’

‘Benton!’

The man laughed good-naturedly as Tegan’s face flushed. The innkeepers daughter, seemingly reluctantly, let go of Nyssa’s hand and headed over to the fire, striking up a conversation with Ben and Polly.

Nyssa waved her face with her hand, the warmth of the room quite a contrast from the brisk air outside. She could still feel the touch of Tegan’s skin against the palm of her other hand, and the sensation made her happily giddy.

She smiled after Tegan for a few moments, but turning her gaze to the couples still swaying in the middle of the room. Barbara’s hands were slowly drifting down Ian’s back as the two slow-danced.

‘Tegan cares for you a great deal,’ Benton said, matter-of-factly. The room was so busy that Nyssa could only just hear him. ‘About as much as you care for her, I believe.’

It was like the air had suddenly been sucked out of Nyssa’s lungs. The atmosphere seemed to crystallise around her, and her head felt as if it had been forcibly dunked into a large bucket of cold water.

Her smile froze on her face. She slowly turned her head. Benton’s face did not give anything away; he might as well have just said that he hoped the spring weather would arrive soon. What… just what was he-

‘I think you two have something special,’ Benton continued, the skin crinkling softly around his eyes as he looked down at her. His tone was now soft and gentle. ‘Very special. My aunt in Brighton has such a close friend, and for many years now.’

‘I…’ Nyssa said, blinking very quietly. ‘You don’t-’

‘Don’t I?’

Benton’s smile faded slightly, and he turned to face the parsons daughter. Nyssa felt herself bristle.

‘If you tell her-’

‘I won’t. I assure you, I will not,’ Benton said, looking serious. ‘And I won’t tell anyone else, either. But… if you’re going to be close to her, you need to make a decision about what your intentions towards her are. Tegan has a good heart, and I will not see it broken, you understand me?’

Nyssa swallowed.

‘Tegan doesn’t-’

‘Oh, Tegan wouldn’t notice if you kissed her full on the mouth,’ Benton interrupted, with a wave of his hand. ‘But she’ll tie herself up in knots trying to rationalise your actions and convince herself that you’re simply being kind. She’s too harsh on herself, is Tegan.’

Nyssa’s hands curled into the material of her dress.

‘I… I know that,’ she said, very quietly.

‘Besides…’-and here Benton leaned in and lowered his voice-‘That’s not the only secret you have, is it?’

Nyssa went very still, and her eyes widened.

‘What are you implying?’

‘You know exactly what,’ Benton said, frowning. ‘How long are you going to keep lying to Tegan about… that?’

‘I’m not lying to her!’ Nyssa hissed. ‘And you will not tell her that, either! That matter is entirely different!’

There was a momentary distraction as Ian let out a giddy laugh behind them. Barbara’s hands had clearly found their intended destination.

Benton sighed, and turned to face Nyssa again.

‘Listen…’ he said, slowly. ‘I don’t mean to be harsh with you. I know you care for Tegan a great deal, I do. But… I just don’t want to see her get her heart broken. Can I trust you to make sure it isn’t?’

Nyssa swallowed again.

‘Yes,’ she whispered. ‘Yes, you can.’

Benton smiled.

‘I was hoping you’d say that,’ he said, grinning. ‘I will hold you to that promise, but I think you’ll do a better job of doing so than I’ll have to.’

The tension in the air eased, and Nyssa took a breath. The air had mercifully returned to her lungs, and her head didn’t feel like she had just dunked it under ice-cold water.

‘You’re a good friend to her, Benton.’

The man shrugged.

‘I suppose,’ he said, taking a sip from his flagon. ‘You are too, as it goes. Although definitely not in the same way-’

‘Oh, shush!’ Nyssa exclaimed, slapping him softly on the arm. The two of them laughed.

At which point, Tegan ended her conversation with Ben and Polly, and headed back towards them.

Benton touched his forelock, and headed away.

‘What was that about?’ Tegan asked, frowning after the man.

‘Er… nothing,’ Nyssa said, quickly. ‘I was just saying that Benton is a good friend to you.’

‘Oh,’ Tegan said, before shrugging. ‘Yeah, I reckon he is. Wish mum would stop trying to pressure us into marrying, though.’

Nyssa chuckled.

‘Oh, goodness forbid Tegan Jovanka ever settle down.’

‘Yes,’ Tegan grinned. ‘That would be most miserable. Speaking of being miserable… oy, Adric!’

Adric, who happened to be passing on the way to the kitchen, rolled his eyes, but without any bite. His eyes flicked between his sister and the pastor’s daughter.

The young boy smiled, and headed away through the kitchen door.

‘Oh, you do tease him so!’ Nyssa chuckled.

‘Sibling perk,’ Tegan laughed, nudging the younger woman softly with her shoulder. ‘Don’t tell me you never used to tease Turlough when you were growing up.’

‘Well, maybe a little,’ Nyssa relented, with a fond roll of her eyes in the direction of the innkeepers daughter. ‘But I don’t have your way with witty quips.’

‘Says the woman who winked while mentioning she wasn’t prissy-’

‘Ssshhh!’ Nyssa laughed, flapping her hands as her face went slightly pink. ‘Alright, you’ve made your-’

Creak…

The door opened, and a figure stepped into the room, mist leaking slightly into the common room before the door was closed neatly again.

The newcomer was a man. His eyes were intelligent. A small moustache -neatly trimmed- bristled slightly as his gaze swept around the room. He had the stiff posture of a military man of rank, without any of the relaxed affability that Benton possessed. His hat was placed under his arm, pushed up against his torso. Buttons gleamed on his jacket. His boots were polished in a very no-nonsense sort of way; enough to be smart but without any great love. As his eyes came to rest on Benton, his brow furrowed slightly, as if thinking quickly.

Tegan immediately got the sense that this was a man used to being in charge.

‘Watchmen… Benton, was it?’

Benton stepped to the front of the assembled crowd, and saluted.

‘Sir.’

‘Very good, man,’ the newcomer said. ‘Slight delay on the roads, but better late than never.’

‘Yes, that happens a lot round here, sir. Not due to highwaymen, I hope.’

‘The braggards wouldn’t dare.’

The man turned to look at the assembled villagers. Tegan stepped closer to Nyssa. Nyssa responded in kind, her shoulder pressing against the older woman. Seemingly without realising what she was doing, the pastors daughter reached out and intertwined her fingers with Tegan’s, the act of casual intimacy hidden by the material of their clothing.

‘Lethbridge-Stewart’s the name,’ said the man. ‘Here on official business. Don’t you worry; we’ll have this… phantom on trial in front of a judge before springtime arrives.’

Tegan couldn’t be sure but, out of the corner of her eye, she could have sworn that she saw Nyssa’s face turn very pale indeed.

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Thanks for reading, everyone; apologies for the delay with this chapter but -given the increased length compared to the previous chapters- I wanted to spend more time on this one. Hope you enjoyed it!

Oh, and in case it wasn't obvious, I DID decide to set this fic on Sutton Common purely due to the happy coincidence of it having the same name as Sarah Sutton (Nyssa's actor) XD

#'stand and deliver!'#doctor who fanfiction #doctor who #tegan jovanka #nyssa #nyssa of traken #tegan/nyssa #nyssa/tegan #highwayman!au #tegan x nyssa #nyssa x tegan #indestructible #heathrow scientific #tyssa #sergeant benton

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shieldofiron · 1 year ago

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Trans femme re8 harringrove! Some soft porn in Lady billies giant bathtub!! (Maybe the bloodbath XD it's your choice!)

Yesssss. Lets bless each other with some hot sexy t4t lesbian sex.

TW dysphoria

also TW Blood everywhere, bro. TW Vampire Biting

Comparison was the thief of joy. Stevie knew this, it was practically a mantra at this point. It just hurt to compare herself to the other girls, so she tried her best to nip that right in the bud. She had put in the effort to be a girl, she had put in the time, and honestly, the money for it.

Still, her brain wasn't always on the same page. It hurt, to see effortlessness where she had to put in the damn work. It hurt, to look in the mirror. So some days it was easier not to look.

And then, everything had gone so spectacularly to shit. Her wife was gone. Their child, gone too. Nightmares became real again: And Stevie was too tired to look in the mirror, which honestly was probably a blessing at this point.

And then she'd come here. And comparison... well, comparison was hard.

Lady Billie was beautiful. Terrifying, but oh so beautiful. Like the barbies Stevie had stolen when she was a kid, but pale from being hidden in the closet. She was built like it too, mile long legs, full pouty lips, long blonde hair.

A real life vampire Barbie.

She thought Stevie was sort of funny. In her loose hoodie and jeans. Small, though Stevie was tall for a woman. But not compared to Billie.

Stevie kept waiting for the awful words, questions. The teasing look that cis women could have, like they were in on some sort of joke, and the joke was you. Being trans and butch, Stevie was used to it. Her gender wasn't always something girls "got." It sometimes felt like she was the only one in the world who got it.

But the questions never came. Lady Billie just looked with those sky blue eyes. After they'd gotten past the whole, "let me slice you to ribbons" part, it seemed like Lady Billie... wanted Stevie there? As if that was possible.

"Would you like to join me for a bath?" Lady Billie's voice echoed against the cold castle walls,

She had her back turned, a diaphanous, ivory robe draped over her shoulders.

Stevie fidgeted in the doorway, trying and failing to tear her eyes away from that broad back. Billie swept her long curls over her shoulder.

"Uh, I'm not sure that's a good idea."

Lady Billie turned. Without her hat, the golden candlelight hitting her face painted her in a softer light. She was still wearing gloves, Stevie noted, her long elegant fingers trailed thoughtfully over the back of the vanity chair. Stroking the velvet softly... God, if Stevie thought it was possible...

But it wasn't. Obviously.

Billie rose, turning slowly. Stevie tried and failed again to keep her eyes to herself. High, firm breasts, and that waist and... OH.

Stevie's eyes flew to Billie's face.

Oh. Oh.

"No offense meant," Lady Billie cocked one hip, "But you smell, pretty girl."

Stevie blinked up at her, "You're trans."

"Yes," Billie's red lips curved up sensuously.

"Y-you know that I'm trans too."

Billie's smile didn't dim, "I know."

Stevie could only stare, breathing shallowly.

“Pretty girl,” Billy leaned down, her cold inhuman breath brushing Stevie’s cheeks, “The prettiest.”

She turned, and stepped slowly into a sunken bath, more the size of a small swimming pool. The robe pooled around her, laying across the water like frost on a pond. And then it turned a deep red, almost plummy. Stevie’s brain must not have been working because she followed as if hypnotized, walking right up to the edge.

“Join me,” Lady Billie beckoned, “I promise, I won’t bite. Tonight.”

Stevie kicked off her shoes and pants, shucking her shirt and nervously taking off her shirt. She wasn’t perfect. Scarred, inside and out, and-

“Pretty girl,” Lady Billy’s voice seemed to come from everywhere, from the ground under Stevie’s feet. She untied the robe and let it float off into the bloody water, “Let me make you feel good.”

This had to be a dream, Stevie thought as Lady Billy tugged her to sit at the edge of the pool, her feet dangling in the water. A dream, a lovely dream.

Billie's hands were cold and icy as she took Stevie's face, but Stevie's chest was bursting with enough heat for the both of them. Stevie melted as their lips met, almost sliding into the water. Her spine felt too weak to hold her up and she went liquid, hand clinging to Billie's shoulders.

Glove covered fingers ran along Stevie's body, satiny smooth... reminding Stevie of the claw tipped fingers underneath. She shivered as they traced over her sensitive, small breasts, the lattice of her ribs. Stevie would wonder later if Billie thought of killing her. Now, Stevie's hands were occupied with miles of cool flesh, as flawless as perfectly carved marble.

Billie broke their kiss with a flick of her tongue across Stevie's upper lip, "You like these underwear?"

"No, I-"

Billie dove down, her teeth rending the white cotton to shreads. It should have been terrifying, but god, if Stevie wasn't hard, wet and leaking against her stomach. Billie nudged Stevie's thighs apart, running a gloved hand up to her stomach.

"Lay back," Billie's voice was everywhere, inside Stevie, rattling her ribcage. She licked her lips, running a trembling hand through her hair, and did as she was told, leaning back into the cold stone floor while Billie spread Stevie's legs and angled her hips up.

"Good girl," Billie's red painted lips curved into a smile. "See how nice it can be? When you're my good girl?

She could barely breath in a shallow breath and gather how that made her feel before Billie's mouth was on her, licking the tip of Stevie's cock while gloved fingers probed lower, between her cheeks.

"Whoa, wait-"

"Just gonna," Billy kissed the tip of Stevie's cock, "Finger you a little, pretty girl."

Stevie groaned, arching up. Maybe there was an element of hallucination to it. After all, nightmares were real, maybe dreams could be too.

Billie slicked up a few of her fingers with her mouth, and resumed teasing, nibbling along Stevie's cock while Stevie slowly lost her mind.

Like it had a homing beacon, Billie's finger unerringly found Stevie's prostate and began to stroke it ruthlessly, wet satin dragging over her. Stevie let out a broken off moan, hands gripping uselessly at the stone floor.

"There it is," Billie licked up Stevie's cock, "That's the spot. Good girl."

Steve made a noise she had only ever heard in porn before. She had never done this with someone else, always alone, burning with mortification and feeling strange. The women she had been with in the past had never...

"I know," Billie pouted prettily, freckles standing out sharply on her pale nose, "Feels like you could just shatter, right?"

Stevie babbled something that might have been yes, a sound that morphed into a choked noise as Billie swallowed Stevie's cock down, her tongue rolling along the head.

Billie looked up at her, crystalline eyes filled with a look that wasn't like pity at all. Stevie groaned, hips jerking.

Billie came off with a pop and Stevie gasped.

"I... I..." Stevie thrashed, "Please... please, please..."

"That's it, you gonna squirt for me?" Billie's lipstick was smeared, no longer perfect.

Stevie babbled hopelessly. Her whole body was thrumming to the rhythm that Billie set with her prostate.

"Can I bite you?" Billie smiled, "Just a taste?"

"Yesyes just p-please..."

"Where should I?" Billie flicked the head of Stevie's cock with her tongue, "Here?"

Heat washed over Stevie. She was unfurling, blooming into something she knew not what.

"Here?" Billie tongued to Stevie's inner thigh, "Yes. I want to watch the prettiest girl cum on my fingers. This is the perfect spot."

Stevie's mouth was open, but she wasn't sure if she was talking, agreeing, or what she was doing. All she was sure of was that she was shattering, breaking into a million pieces. And of Billie, her fangs sinking deep while she watched with those hypnotic eyes. Vampire Barbie, cheeks flushed with blood.

Ribbons of pleasure wrapped around her, tying her in the grip of madness for a moment as her cock jerked, cum splattering across her own chest. It seemed to go on forever, not a single point of pleasure but a death by a thousand pinpricks. She screamed, hips convulsing. Billie muffled a moan into the bite, her other hand gripping Stevie's hip tight enough to bruise.

"You... what about you?" Stevie finally had the presence of mind to say, when her spine finally relaxed into the stone.

Billie just smiled. Stevie guessed she couldn't talk, not with her mouth full. She pulled back, licking the bite lingeringly.

"Came when you did, prettiest," She smiled, "Though you can do whatever you would like to me, I am entirely at your disposal."

There was no pity in her, only desire. She licked her lips, and dragged Stevie into the depths. Stevie curled limply around Billie, her legs tightening around Billie's hips, their spent cocks brushing and sending a shiver down Stevie's spine.

"Good girl. My good girl," Lady Billie whispered.

"You broke your promise," Stevie said dazedly.

Billy just licked at Stevie's lips, "Oops."

PSST @intothedysphoria for when you awaken from your slumber.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #billy x steve #steve harrington #femme harringrove #femme and t4t its everythign ok #asks #my ficlets #re8 harringrove au #it may be ooc i haven't played re8 so #trans harringrove #tw blood #tw vampire #tw dysphoria

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ells-18 · 1 year ago

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- the one where y/n confirms what the fans think -

SAVING GRACE. GEORGE CLARKEY.

“Welcome back to another episode of the Saving Grace podcast!” Grace exclaims. “Now today, we have a veryyy special guest..”

I laugh and the camera pans to me.

“It’s my best friend, y/nnnnn!” She claps.

“I’m glad you’ve finally asked me to be on this! Took you long enough, g” I chuckle while taking a sip of my drink.

“the people love you, what can I say” Grace says, crossing one leg over the other.

“So y/n” Grace clasps her hands together.

“Gracie” I respond.

“There’s been some interesting speculations about you online recently. Would you mind if we spoke about it?” She asked, smirking. She knows exactly what she’s doing.

I shake my head and chuckle. “Yes, we can speak about it”

Grace pulls out her phone and places glasses on her face. It made me laugh out loud, cackle even. She is so unintentionally hilarious.

“Oi! I’ll have you know I’m basically bastarding blind I can’t see!” She defends herself, scrolling through her phone.

“What are you even doing?” I ask.

“This” she turns her phone to face me, a specific photo was lighten up on her phone screen. On the podcast the photo will be blurred.

One of the cameramen played a dramatic sound effect that had me laughing again.

“Grace.. you already know about this!” I say referring to the photo.

“I think it’s time you tell the public?” She suggests.

“Is he here?” I mouth to Grace.

She nods, pointing her head towards HIM.

I catch his eyes and he grins, sending me a cute thumbs up.

George and I have actually been together for quite a few months, only close friends like Grace and Billy, Max, Andrew, Alex and Arthur etc know about us. We wanted to keep it from the public for a while as we wanted time to ourself. It’s been 7 months.. I think it’s time.

I look at Grace and nod. She squeals.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMAN.. the first and probably couple reveal on Saving Grace is happening RIGHT NOW”

I laugh at her enthusiasm.

“Y/n babe this has got to be my favourite episode yet” Grace says with her thick accent.

“So guys.. should I introduce?” I ask no one in particular, hearing some cheers from some camera and audio equipment.

“I think it’s pretty obvious to be honest BUT lest welcome him” Grace states.

“Welcome to the Saving Grace podcast.. the one and only.. George Clarkey!” Grace exclaims, clapping her hands as he wants into frame.

I can’t help but cover my face hiding my blush.

He walks over to me, places his hands on my waist and lifts me up and sits down, placing my on his leg.

I wrap my arms around his neck and lean my head on his. “Hello stranger”

He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. “Hello you”

“Why can’t Billy treat me like this! We are having words!!” Grace groans, taking a sip of her drink.

“Oi if George is allowed on the podcast why haven’t me and Andrew been called yet?!” Max walks into frame, wearing a Disney lanyard covered in pins. Also wearing a Disney t shirt and Sully (monsters inc) slippers.

I look down at George and he looks up to me, we burst out into laughter, leaning my forehead against his.

“Max what the fuck?” Grace snorts laugher, looking at her other friend who seems to have robbed a Disney store.

“What is it with max and Disney?” I laugh to myself.

“Sorry Grace.. he found a Disney store on the way here..” Andrew sighs. “What’s he like?” He laughs and we all join in.

“Well that’s it guys.. for a chaotic episode of Saving Grace. Congrats to my besties y/n and George for finally making it official meaning I can post all the embarrassing loving photos I’ve took of you both-“

“What?” George and I ask simultaneously, making max and Andrew laugh.

“If you’ve been listening, thank you so much and remember to like and share! Bye for now!”

“cut!”

“Well that was chaotic” I say, and everyone nods in agreement.

“Fancy a drink?” I ask my friends.. and boyfriend.

Max automatically struts to me, pulling me away from George’s lap.

“Hey!” George complains.

“Lets get ready” he turns to Grace grabbing her hand. “Let’s look sexyyy for our men” he whispers.

A night out in London with my favourite people. How could I say no?

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slashers-gf · 2 years ago

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Surprise visit 18+ Part 2

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Warning: smut, name calling, making out, biting, fingering

Summery: After that night billy had not made fun of you or even look at you, and you wanted that attention back

When you woke up that morning you were alone. Billy was nowhere to be found. He took everything with him. It seemed like billy was never there, that it was a dream.

~Weeks later~

Y/n pov

I was hoping to see and feel his warmth next to me when I woke up, but all I felt was emptiness and cold that day . I tried not to thing about it. I got ready to go hang out with my friends. They wanted to go to the pool since it was summer and hot outside.

After getting ready I went down stairs to see my parents making breakfast. "Morning y/n, you gonna stay and eat your breakfast?" Mom asked while she was putting some toast on a plate. "Sorry mom cant they are already here for me" I say heading towards the door. "Ok be safe" she yelled as I walked out.

I see my friends car, I run up to it and hot inside. "I cant believe you guys want to go to the pool" I say to my friends while rolling my eyes. "Come on its summer and I heard that there is a really hot new life gaurd." She said smirking. "Is that the reasons you wanna go to the pool?" I say looking that them annoyed. "Yes but also because it's summer and you never want to go out, you just stay home locked up in your room" my other friend said. "Well yeah thats because its-" I was interrupted. "To late, no going back we are already here" she said getting out of the car.

I sigh knowing I can't leave. I get out to see there are lost of older ladies there's with there kids. "So where is the hot life guard you guys came here for" I say dramatically. "Its not his time yet don't worry he'll be here." They say while getting a spot to put all the stuff down.

I rolled my eyes as I sit on a chair. I was in shorts and a regular shirt, I had my swimming suit under. I see my friend starting to show off the suits and lay down on the chairs. "Its about time" they smirk. I look to see who they were talking about. Once I look in the direction I see billy. I'm not surprising to see billy working here, there are always girls around here.

Not gonna lie he looked so hot in those red shorts. I see him flirting with the mothers, I roll my eyes. "God he's so hot" when she said that I felt a little jealous. I sigh and try not to pay attention to him flirting with every girl he walks past by. "Y/n aren't you gonna take off your clothes" she said. "W-wait oh no im good like this" I say flustered. "If you say so" I glance at billy to be him flitting with Mrs wheeler.

At that moment I lost it. I wanted to make billy jealous. I start to take off my clothes to reveal my two piece suit. "I thought you said you didn't want to" my friend said. "I change my mind" I say. "Wow you look hot in that, whos attention you want hmm" my other friend asked while smirking. "Who said I want someons attention, i just wanted to wear it " I smirked. I can feel Billy's eyes on me, watching my every movement. Not only do I feel his eyes but others too.

I look at billy and gave a inner smile knowing that passes him off because other guys were looking at my whole body. "Im gonna go for a swim" I walk towards the pool. Once I got to the pool I got in the water. A boy came up to me and stated flirting. I didn't want to talk to him but when I saw billy's face filled with jealousy I stared flirting back to the boy.

I stared to touch him on his arms and chest. I could see billy death glaring at me but I ignored it and still flirted with the guy. "You so strong" I say while touching him even more. "Thanks, you look so hot in that". I fake laughed 'your so fucking annoying' I thought to myself. "Maybe later you could without it" I try to say in my sexiest voice. He grabbed my waits a pulled me close to him. When he did that I felt something poking my stomach. "Im gonma go to the restroom" I say trying to get out of his grip. "Come back when your done" he had a smirk. "Sure" I say start to get away. 'As if i would come back to that creep'. I made it to the woman locker room. Then I hear the door open and close. I didn't pay attention until I felt someone was behind me.

I turn around to see billy there looking down at me, he did not look happy. "What the fuck was that" he said starting to walk closer to me. "Its none of your business billy" I try to walk pass him and leave but the I felt him grab my arm and push me against the lockers.

"What the fuck-" I was cut off my billys kissing me. I tried to push him off but he was not even moving and he did was get more aggressive. He grabbed my hand and pinned the by my head. He started to kiss my neck. I moaned when he found a sensitive spot on my neck. "Your such a slut" he said. "What no I-" I moaned when he bit me. "You were out there with some other fucking guy" he said looking at me. "Your mine" he sounded serious. "No Im not " he did not like that. He started to kiss me again with more force the the first.

I started to kiss back. He let go of my hand, when he did I wrapped my arms around his neck. He moved his hand to my ass. "Fuck billy" I pulled his hair. He growled and picked me up. He started to kiss me again but it was different. He looked at me "do you want this".

"Yes billy I do" he smiled and kissed me. I felt his hand go to my back and he pulled on the string. I took off my top. He started kissing my boobs while massage my other. I moaned his name. After a while he did the same to the other one.

He started to nibble on my nipples. I arched my back "please stop teasing me". He smirked and moved his hand down and pulled the two strings to my bottoms. He took the off and he started to rub my clit. "Stop its to much" he did not care and went faster. I was a moaning mess. He then entered one finger into me. "Fuck you so tight" he started to pump in and out of me. He then added a second finger. "It hurts" he then started to rub my clit at the same time to help and it did. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain but mostly pleasure. "Im about to cum" when I said that he stopped. "Why did you stop" I say angry. "I'd rather have you around my cock instead of my fingers" he pulled them out.

"Just fuck me billy please" he smirked. "Don't worry I will" he then started to take off his red shorts. His cock was a lot bigger that I had expected. He saw my face and said "don't worry it'll fit" he then started to kiss me again. I moved my hand down and started to touch his cock. He groaned when I did that. I slowly started to move my hand up and down his shaft. "Yes just like that your doing so good" I got more wet when he said that.

He then pulled away from me. He turned me around so my back was facing him. He started kissing my back leaving marks. I could feel him tip against my slit. "Your so wet you little slut" before I could say something he pushed his cock into me. I screamed when he did that. He just started thrusting in and out of me. He didn't give me time to adjust to his size. "Fuck your so tight" I could feel my eyes start to water. "It hurts " he didn't say anything.

I then feel one of his hands start to circle my clit. With his other hand he turned my head towards him and he started kissing me. With him doing that the pain was less. I could still feel it but pleasure was taking over. I moaned in to the kiss. I felt him smirk "does it feel good" I nodded. He smacks my ass "use your words". "y-yes it does" I could barely say it. My stomach felt hot and weird. "Im c-" he pulled out and turned me around to face him. "I want to see your face when you cum" he then entered inside me again. I moaned at the feeling of him filling me up again. "Fuck billy" I moaned his name. "Say it again" he said while thrusting even harder. "Say my name" he looked serious. "Billy fuck " I moaned his name. When he heard me say his name he groaned. "Billy im going to cum " I said. "Fuck cum for me baby" that's all I need to hear. I came on his cock. He still thrusted trying to reach his high. I became sensitive at the feeling. "Im close " he said. His breathing was heavy. He pulled me close to him. I was kissing his neck leaving my marks on him. "Im cumming " his cum felt hot inside me.

We stayed like that for a while, trying to catch our breath. " your mine y/n" my heart was beating so fast. I blushed at that not knowing what to say. "Say your mine please" I nodded and smiled. "Im yours billy" he smiled and kisses me with so much passion. We got dressed, as I was putting on my swimming suit he throw me his jacket. "I dont want some pervert looking at whats mine" I laughed. As I was putting it on he came from behind and whispered into my ear "after my shift is over I wanna take you on a date tonight" I blushed. He saw me a kissed my cheek and left.

I walked out after getting over how red I was when he left. I swear everyone's eyes on me. Some were glaring of course it was the girls and some looked shocked that I was wearing billys jacket. But I didn't care about any of that cause all I can think about is the date I'm gonna have with him.

The end

#stranger things #billy x y/n #billy hargove smut #billy hargove imagine #billy x reader #smut #billy is alive #billy imagine #billy Hargrove fic #billy hargove x reader #stranger things fic #billy stories #stranger things story

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randomnameless · 2 years ago

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Some nice positivity: feh proves social awkwardness in nabateans runs in the family 😂 billy trying to learn to people, flayn “how do you do fellow kids,” seteth having the single social braincell but still failing, rhea wanting to share a meal in the cafeteria 😭 i love them all so much, they really are just so cutely unsure of themselves but are friendly and kind

And somehow, the BL gang is still completely oblivious !

During a Friday visit to an orphanage, as usual, orphans run to Rhea to play and ignore Dimitri after staring a few seconds. It makes him very depressed. Dimitri asks Rhea how she manages to be so close to people while being the Archbishop and having her own role to uphold ; he's worried people, and children, are intimidated by his role and presence now that he is king.

But talking to children is easier, so they reveal the "nice lady with a plate on her head" always gives them biscuits, but the other person shines too much and they always have to squint when they look at him. Dimitri immediately gets the message - maybe he should ask Felix and Dedue to stop using "oil" to polish his armor when they're doing knightly things together - and Rhea has her revelation seeing Dimitri remove his armor, at first she thought Willy was just being horny, but this is the real secret to make people less anxious, the key is to undress!

Cichol would obviously disagree, but who cares about him ?

Come the next meal at the cafeteria, and Rhea is less anxious now that she knows what she has to do. Hopefully for everyone, Annette and Gilbert catch her in front of the doors, wondering what she is doing, is she joining everyone to share a meal?

"Well yes, but first, I have to undress."

Annette immediately wonders what the fuck, but Gilbert knows it must have a hidden meaning, the Archbishop couldn't have meant that the way they both understood it, she has a way with words that is not the way of everyone else, he worked for her for years, he knows she is not some kind of pervert, of course she is not.

Thinking as fast as he could, he only came to the logical conclusion that she wanted to remove her heavy robes, fearing an accident if food falls on them or something like this. Seeing them both silent, Rhea tries to make the situation less weird than it is, explaining how it is to make people feel less bothered if she eats with them.

Annette finally caught it, Lady Rhea's afraid how her role and stature as the Archbishop would make people feel too self-conscious to enjoy a proper meal, that's why she wants to look as if she's only someone and not the Archbishop!

Who knew Sylvain's ramblings about paintings could be useful?

"Worry not Lady Rhea, if you want to wear a normal dress, you will be able to eat with us as you and not as the Archbishop!"

After a few tries to find something that'd suit her, she finally goes in the cafeteria, but is stopped at the last moment by Seteth, who gives her the "I'm going to lecture you for the next 20 years" look, what is she doing, she's too old to play dress-up, this dress is not appropriate it shows her arms, she's the Archbishop, cover up for mother's sake !

Rhea refuses, and they argue, Seteth won't back down, he knows how stubborn she is so at least he will give her his jacket, but while Rhea's pushing him he actually rips his shirt, so they both fall in the cafeteria.

Rhea's sure people will stare and stop having a pleasant meal because of Seteth and his idiocies, but instead of saying "oh the archbishop" there are a lot of people running to a shirtless!Seteth, asking him if he can train them, if he needs squires or if they can become his knights, hell, if he needs assistance to "polish his armor".

Flayn wonders what happened to her dad to barge in the cafeteria without his shirt, maybe it's the crisis of the 3500s, her uncle Indech told her once that when Cichol will reach 3500 he will act weirdly. But she's pretty interested in Rhea's new dress, those designs and patterns look so modern!

"What are you talking about? This is the most traditional Faerghian dress, this design is as old as Faerghus !"

Mercie thinks Flayn wanted to find something to comment on, and doesn't think more about it, while Ashe and Ingrid talk about dresses depicted in various knightly novels, the Maiden of Wind's dress in the edition of 950 had a dress that was judged too "Adrestian", so the verses were modified to remove any part that could make a link with Adrestian fashion.

Sylvain wonders even more seriously if the Lady from his step-mom's painting wasn't related to Lady Rhea, because without the giant crown and robes, they really really really look alike, bar the hair color. But it's just a foolish remark, I mean, no one lives to be that old, besides, you can't really change the color of your hair, right? Flayn didn't get the part about "living that old" but tells Sylvain that yes, she tried to use berries a long time ago to change hair color, but it didn't work that well because she couldn't color the ends, but no one noticed it since yellow and green are close colors.

Sylvain stares at Flayn - the lady in the painting has yellow hair, but with green ends - wait just like Seiros he remembers Ingrid tried to put grass in her hair when they were younger when she was pretending she was Saint Seiros - is Flayn messing with him or ???

Ultimately, Rhea asks Catherine if it is alright to eat here, in the cafeteria, with everyone. Aren't people troubled or stressed because she is here? Catherine replies if anyone is bothered they will talk to her fist, but why is she even thinking she is bothering people? Everyone's happy to spend time with her!

"Even if I don't undress?"

Catherine's mind went blank for a second, what the fuck, what is Lady Rhea saying - who's the bastard who told her she had to undress to make people less anxious, Lady Rhea is too naive - but renews her knightly vows.

Meanwhile, Dimitri had to convince Felix and Dedue to let him join the cafeteria without any shirt on "It will create a commotion your Highness, please reconsider" "Stop being a boar and put clothes on!" "But it worked with the children, as soon as I removed a piece of clothing they stopped being afraid!"

"They weren't afraid they were just blinded by the sun reflected on your armor!"

#nopes nonsense #fodlan nonsense #2goldensnitches #lizard family time?#ft blue lions #Rhea just wanted to help and it creates chaos #knightly vows are important in Faerghus #good thing for Willy he died before Catherine became Rhea's knight #Flayn casually reveals every secret Rhea and Seteth protected for years #hopefully for her Sylvain concludes she is messing with his head #FE16 #Dimitri has a lot of common sense when it comes to serious things #but who could have guessed all that armor polishing would actually turn against him?

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lorifragolina · 10 months ago

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The Devil Wears Metal please! 😍

Oooh thank you for the ask! I will share a long snippet of this fic, I laughed a lot writing this particular part, and apart of the title of the fic, you can guess what movie I am recreating XD The Devil wears Metal - Snippet

“Hi, I have an appointment with Billy Hargrove”. The blue-eyed, blonde guy at the desk gave him a look from head to toe. Then shook his head. “Human resources has an odd sense of humor,” he said. He was wearing thigh black leather pants with a chain on the side, an oversized short levees shirt opened on a fishnet crop top, and military boots. He pushed the office door with big silver rings at all fingers, and he kept giggling. “Follow me,” said Billy with a gesture. They entered a large open space with a lot of lights and little corners with sofas and chairs, plants, and guitars with weird shapes, signed pictures and golden vinyls on the walls. “I was Eddie’s second assistant,” Billy said again “but his first assistant recently got promoted, so now I am the first”. “Ok, so you’re replacing yourself,” answered Steve, amazed by the big place and the view. “Of course. We need someone who can survive here. Eddie fired the last two in a few weeks”. “I understand. Who’s Eddie?” Billy stopped and smirked looking at him in the face. “I will pretend you didn’t ask me this. Eddie is the chief producer of Upside-Down Records. Not to mention a legend. You work for him for a year, and will have all the opportunities you want”. Steve nodded. “It sounds like a great opportunity. I’d love to be considered”. Billy giggled again. “Steven, Upside-Down Records it’s a metal label, so interest in metal is crucial”. “What makes you think I’m not interested in metal?” Billy opened his mouth to answer, but in that moment they saw a little chaos from the hallways, through the glass doors, as people reunited to chat or at the coffee machines started to run around like chickens, trying to look very busy.. “He’s already here?” hissed Billy to a guy that passed them in a hurry. “Yes, apparently his trainer canceled,” he answered,running away. “Shit!” Billy ran to the door, opening it for a tall, skinny and almost completely covered by a black leather trench guy. “It’s really so difficult to find a reliable professional in this city?” said the guy shaking his long wavy hair. “Tell Dustin that I’m not going to approve that demo with that cow bells; I asked for a clear, light sound, he gave me some sad country music; Rsvp yes to the Carver party, I want the driver to drop me there at 9.30 and then be ready at 3.00 when we will go downtown clubbing. Then call my wife, send her the red dress I just saw from the car at Gucci’s and ask her to meet me for dinner at that place she went last week. Call Jonathan and tell him no, I don’t want another busty, naked lady for the cover, is it really so difficult to find a good looking, toned and not tanned male biker? I am reaching for the star here? No, I don’t think so. Also, I need to see those things Dusting is putting together for the second Ozzy tribute cover try. Who’s that?” Steve was there, mouth opened like a cod, shaking for the river of words from the man in black. Now he was staring at him with dark brown velvet eyes, and a stunned expression. “He is… well, nothing, Human resource surely messed around again… I was, like, pre interviewing him for the position, but he is totally hopeless and…” “Clearly I have to do it myself, the last two you sent me were a complete disaster. Send him in. That’s all”. The man crossed his office’s door, and Billy looked intensely at Steve. “He wants to see you,” said Billy, pushing him towards the office, but at the last moment he grabbed his backpack and threw it behind his desk. “Don’t show him that ugly thing”.

#writing #billy hargrove #eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #rewrite a movie!#ask game

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suckitsurveys · 2 years ago

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Do you remember much from high school? I don’t even remember what happened yesterday bro.

Where would you go for the ultimate honeymoon? An all expenses paid resort on a beach somewhere.

Can you access the roof of the building you live in? No.

Do you know anyone who has a strong accent that is hard to understand? Yes, a coworker.

If you had to get a tattoo tomorrow, what would you get? I really want to get something dedicated to my nieces. I was thinking of having them draw hearts and getting those.

What was the last podcast you listened to? Do you listen to it regularly? Office Ladies. I listen pretty regularly. I need to listen to the next episode because they have Billie Eilish as a guest!

Are you more of an optimist or a pessimist, and why do you think this is? I think I am an equal balance of both, depending on the situation.

When was the last time you moved house? In 2017.

Have you ever held a gun? Did you fire it? A bb gun and yes.

Do you like simple questions or deep questions that make you think? Both are good,, depends on the mood I am in.

How long have you been using Bzoink? I don’t use that site.

When was the last time you threw up? Why were you sick? I don’t remember actually.

Are you on a first-name basis with your boss? (or last boss if unemployed) Yes.

What brand is your laptop or computer? The computer I am on right now is a Dell. I have two laptops at home and one is Dell and one is Sony.

Would you ever wear a bright orange shirt? Probably not.

What was the last thing you wrote in a word document? Something for work.

Who do you miss and what do you miss about them? My mom. She’ll be gone 10 years this year. I miss her laughter and her stories. I really fucking wish she was here because there’s no way she’d let my brother in law get away with the fucking shit he does to my sister and my nieces.

What were the best and worst costumes you’ve ever worn? My favorites were Nyan Cat and Princess Carolyn. Worst was probably when I attempted to dress as Hannah Montana lol.

Do you know anybody who is gay and married? Yes.

What did you last take painkillers for? A headache.

Are there any hobbies you want to get back into? I wish I kept up on rollerblading/skating.

Have you ever shared a home with a friend? Nope.

What’s the craziest or weirdest place you’ve ever slept? I don’t know. In a gym at a YMCA?

What did you have for lunch today and who made it? It’s 8 in the morning, but I am going to have pad thai later. It’s a store brand frozen dinner which sounds gross but it’s actually not bad.

Do you believe in anything supernatural like ghosts or ghouls? Ghosties.

How many hours of sleep did you get last night? Not enough.

Are you allergic to anything? How did you find out? Some UTI medication. I’ve just always been told I was.

What’s your favourite Thai dish? Massaman curry and pad see ew. And good ol’ pad thai.

Do you have any alarms set? What time and what for? I have like 400 set between 4am and 5am because I like to torture myself before work.

What are you going to do when this survey is over? A few more probably.

Have you ever been on a date with someone you met online? How was it? Yes. We’re married now.

What colour is the rug in your living area? Grey.

Do you call it a couch, sofa, lounge or something else entirely? Couch.

Who is your favourite character on Friends? Chandler and Phoebe.

When was the last time you used a pair of headphones and what for? I have some on right now but I haven’t started listening to anything lol. Describe the temperature of the area you’re in right now. Cold and bullshit January shit.

Who was the last very physically attractive person you saw? In person? My husband.

Have you ever had teppanyaki? I don’t think so.

How long does it take you to get ready before you go somewhere? Definitely depends.

Do you find it difficult to get rid of material possessions? I am pretty sentimental.

What sort of games do you like to play? I play a lot of mindless shit on my phone. But I also LOVE board games.

What was the last candy you ate? I had a sea salt and caramel chocolate candy last night.

Have you ever been hit in the face? What’s the story? Not like, maliciously, no. I’ve been hit by sports balls and other shit before.

Do you know anyone who is deaf? I don’t personally, no.

Name one thing on your bucket list. Traveling!

#surveys #at work

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jesus-in-the-womb · 2 years ago

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Golden Girl ~ Cherry Bomb // Steve Harrington

Steve Harrington x OG Character

Summary: innocence is a virtue, or isn't that what they say? Steve knows nothing of purity, yet that's all she was. Can he crack her stone-cold covers?

Warnings: Heavy angst, pining, eventual smut (warnings will ensue in that specific part), king! steve/cutie ScoopsAhoy!steve, innocent!OGC, kinda a slow burn :), fluff!, lots of jealousy in like ALL parts, OGC is innocent but severely horny 24/7.

NO USE OF Y/N (CHARACTER HAS HER OWN NAME!!)

A/N: I kinda wanna do a piece where I show the characters's outfits so you can click on this to see the fit if you'd like.

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Word count: 9k

Part Summary: King Steve was completely thrown off his high horse the second he graduated, now he's making just under minimum wage by scooping cones and hitting on girls he'd never land. What happens when he says some dirty words to an angelic girl, who's just looking to satisfy her sweet tooth after a long day of work?

Part Warnings: dirty talk for literally a second, Steve is an absolute asswipe in this part, innocent!OGC, perv!Steve, masturbation (m and f), phone sex, mentions of Billy Hargrove x OGC.

Absolute hell. That's the only way Steve could describe his job, hell. It was bad enough that he was dressed like a mock 'Smee' from Peter Pan, did he really have to recite the Scoops' stupid slogan to every single person who walked through the non-existent door? Yes.

"Set sail on this ocean on flavor with me, I'll be your cap'n." he paused and looked at the dumb gaze locked onto the child that stood before him. His face was covered in spit, mouth open and drooling onto the floor. He grimaced, noting to himself that he'd make Robin clean it up. The kid barked out his order, pointing at the glass case he could just barely see over if he stood on his tippy toes.

As he busied himself with the young boy's order, he couldn't help but be distracted by the sounds of two girls rushing into the shop. The two were gossiping about something that had happened during their shift, Steve concluding that they worked at the record store across from his own. The girls were polar opposites, their outfits and personalities were complete contrasts between the two of them. One of the girls was wearing the most grunge look Steve could ever think to see in the late '70s. Her black ripped jeans clung to her thin legs, bright red band t-shirt clashing against the pale beige of her friend’s knitted cardigan. Neither girls were his type, not in a million years. But, the pleated skirt on the other one caught his eyes. The skin of her thighs were soft, barely shown between her knee-length socks and the skirt itself. He eyed her form, drinking in her haphazardly done-up bun, hair falling out and framing her near angelic face.

She was hot, and there was no denying it. It didn’t matter to him that she was most likely a stuck-up priss with no intentions of ever getting with someone like him, he was gonna try.

“Ahoy Ladies,” he slammed his palms down on the counter, earning a jump from the girls, “set sail on this ocean of flavor with me, I’ll be your cap’n,” he winked at the modest girl, pretty much ignoring her mock Munson friend, “the name’s, Steve.” he watched her swallow a grimace, noticing how fake her smile looked as she glanced over to her friend in hopes of a savior.

“Alrighty, Cap’n Steven, recommend me a flavor oh ‘mighty one.” the metalhead mocked him, quickly making a joke of his pitiful attempt at wooing her friend. His cockiness was immediately gone, soon replaced with annoyance.

“Ya like bubblegum?” he questioned unamused, pointing his beloved scooper at the many pails of ice cream, “what about cotton candy.” his expression was bored, embarking on a stare-off with the overzealous girl. She placed her hands on her hips, looking toward her friend for a split second.

“One cone of rocky road, please Cap’n Smee.” he nearly groaned at the nickname, constantly hearing the comparison throughout his never-ending shifts.

“And for you?” he asked politely, looking over at her quiet friend in hopes of engaging in conversation with her. She looked around the case, choosing not to speak as she gave a pointed look toward the metalhead.

“She’ll have a vanilla cone with rainbow sprinkles.” he raised his brow, confused as to why the girl suddenly became mute, his ego slightly spiking at the idea of her being nervous around him. Which she was, in a sense. The girl found it hard to speak in the presence of anyone new, relying on her outspoken ‘bestie’ for assistance. How did she have a customer service job you might ask? No fucking clue.

Steve let out a soft ‘mmk’, making quick work of dishing out their orders. He handed the first girl her cone, all but thrusting it in her direction as she snatched it from his hands. When he turned to the quieter one, he softly held it out to her, nearly melting at her gentle touch.

“Thank you,” she smiled politely at him, holding her hand up to drop a few dollars into his hand, giving him more than the actual total. When he went to hand back her change, she put her hands up in a surrender like motion, shaking her head with a soft smile, “your tip, for being so kind.”

“Oh, well, thank you…” he trailed off, hoping to catch her name. Before he could even ask, they turned around, either not noticing his itch to question or not caring entirely. He let out a sigh, turning around at the sound of his coworker sliding the window to the backroom open.

“Ooh, and another one bites the dust!” Robin’s voice was loud catching the customer's attention before she lowered it to protect the boy’s dignity, “you are oh-for-six, Popeye.” she drew a line on the company’s whiteboard, under the scribbled words of a chart that read of “YOU RULE | YOU SUCK”.

Steve was annoyed, yet another possible triumph was ripped out from beneath his feet like the moldy rug that sat in his aunt Judy’s basement.

“Yeah, yeah. I can count.” he crossed his arms, leaning his back against the counter and blocking out the insistent calls from hungry teenagers.

“You know that means you suck.” Robin put emphesis on the ‘suck’, hoping to torture the man even further as he grew exasperated.

“Yup, I can read, too.” she threw an incredulous look his way, eyes wide in mock surprise.

“Since when?” she set the board down, preparing for his ritual ‘it’s this hat’ rant.

“It’s this stupid hat,” yup, right on the nose with this one, Robin, “I am telling you, it is totally blowing my best feature.” he motioned to his hair, forcing the blonde to look at him with mock pity.

“I think, maybe, and hear me out,” she paused for good measure, attempting to add dramatic flair to her assumption, “you’re trying to hook, line, and sinker a girl who couldn’t be bothered with the likes of King Steve.” her words pulled a quizatory gaze upon the mans face, features twisting in slight frustration.

“Stop, stop calling me that. And, what do y’mean ‘couldnt be bothered’,” he quoted the air, perplexed as to what high horse this mystery girl sat on.

“Do you even know who she is?” she asked, pure curiosity struggling to cover her amusement.

“Not a god damned clue.”

“Nicole Campbell? Nickie? Angel of Hawkins?” the girl was trying hard, hoping to strike Steve with familiarity, but he was clearly too far up his own ass to know the names of anyone who wasn’t inside his circle, or inside his bed, “jesus dude, she’s the school’s good girl. The nicest chick you’ll ever have the pleasure of meeting.”

Steve’s face was hilarious to his friend, eyes blown as wide as saucers, pretending as if he knew exactly who she was, “ohh right! Nicole Barbell!” he was an absolute idiot.

“No, tool, Campbell, like the soup.” she corrected, hoping he’d catch on and stop being so stupid.

“Campbell, whatever. What’s wrong with Steve Harrington, why would she never wanna be with me?” his ego was insane, Robin thought. Who the hell genuinely thinks like that, like there is not a single thing out of place with them so everyone should like them.

She could give him a million reasons as to why the angelic girl would never want to be with the likes of Steve Harrington, why she would never treat him with anything other than kindness. She’d known the girls since freshman year, the two sharing the same pottery class for 3 years in a row and growing to be friends. She had watched too many boys walk up to her friend and strike out immediately, the girl always turning them down but quickly offering up a replacement for someone more suited to their person. Not once had the girl ever accepted an offer to go on a date, never even kissed a boy. She’d confided in Robin, explaining that she never really had the need to be in a relationship, unlike her fellow classmates that were foaming at the mouth for a taste of Hawkins angel.

At first, Robin hated the girl, despising her for constantly having both men and women surrounding her nearly every second of every day. But, when she’d learned how sweet and charismatic the girl was, she quickly fell under her spell, following her like a lost puppy with the rest of the school. The fact that Steve had no idea who she was, baffled the blonde. If anything, their popularity ranks in school surely called for a steamy romance to bloom. But alas, Steve Harrington had been too hung up on Nancy Wheeler and his self-image to even notice the celestial girl trailing slightly behind him in her own high school glory.

“She’s too good for you, and I mean that literally. That girl is the definition of sweetheart.” Robin was being as truthful as she could. Although she didn’t know that she’d be convincing Steve that Nicole would be his next conquest, the man was already coming up with ways to attempt to seduce her.

“So,” he paused, knowing his next words were going to be outlandish and extremely perverted, yet he was just oh so curious to know, “is she like a virgin or something?”

“Jesus, Steve, gross! You’re such a horndog.” his friend was annoyed, becoming uncomfortable at the question as if it were about her. She hated how easily he sexualized her friend, wishing she could punch him in his ‘noggin and knock the thoughts permanently from his head. But, he was dead set on finding out, dead set on making her his next project.

Nicole’s shift went like any other, helping someone find an album they most likely had displayed right in front of their faces, ringing customers up at the register, and gossiping with her co-worker turned friend, Melissa. On today’s menu, she chose to ask about the cute sailor boy they’d encountered on their break, curious as to who he was.

“So, do you know who that Steve guy is?” she inquired, helping Mel sort the albums that had been moved out of their place.

“Eh, kinda,” she paused, narrowing her eyes at the girl across from her who sunk into a bit of embarrassment for even asking, “why?”

“I- I don’t know. He just seemed familiar is all.” alike Robin, Mel became baffled. Before the two had started working at Sam Goody’s, Melissa had never uttered a word to the practically famous girl, always steering clear of the popular crowd. When she walked into Sam’s to apply, she’d been met with the friendly and kind face of Nickie, excitedly forcing her to apply immediately, stoked to finally have a female co-worker. The two hit it off on Mel’s first shift, becoming two peas in a pod. She found it hard to believe that Nicole had zero clue as to who Steve the hair Harrington was, both of them being household names throughout Hawkins; star athlete Harrington and golden girl Anders.

“You’re telling me that you don’t know who Steve Harrington is?”

“Name and face seem familiar, but uh, yea, no idea.” she shrugged, making her way back to the register as a family met her halfway.

“That’s bull, no way in hell, do you not know who Steve is. You two are practically royalty in Hawkins, how do you not know each other?” Mel interrogated incredulously, determined to figure out how the two of you had never crossed paths.

“First, be mindful of the children in the store,” she turned to the horrified mother, quickly apologizing for Mel’s harsh words, in which the metalhead simply rolled her eyes, “and second, I don’t know, maybe,” she trailed off, trying to find the right words, but ultimately confusing herself even further as she let out a sigh, “I don’t know, okay?”

“Hey, don’t get worked up over it, I was just curious.” Mel rubbed her shoulder comfortingly, lightly nudging her out of the way to finish ringing up the family, something she did when she could tell the sweet girl needed a few seconds to herself.

Nicole stepped back, sending a soft smile to the family before making her way to the back of the store, finding a safe space among the Fleetwood Mac shrine. If she couldn’t find solace within her own mind, then maybe she could find some in the charming voice of Stevie Nicks. Removing the cassette from its confines, she placed it in her walkman that she had strapped to her hip at all times, picking the headphones up from around her neck and placing them over her ears.

The sweet beat of Dreams clouded her thoughts, pulling the girl from reality and into a mindful space of music and daydreaming. She moved her hips lightly to the beat, unceremoniously moving her body to the song as she mouthed the words. Her feet carried her to the front of the store, pointing her finger at Mel and whisper yelling the lyrics at her friend like a mad man. The metalhead laughed, always enjoying this side of her friend once the music started going.

The family had left the store moments before, so Mel thought she’d let the girl have her fun, playing the air guitar and spurring her on even more as Nicole spun in between aisles of records. To Mel’s enjoyment, her friend waltzed over towards her, removing her headphones and pausing her walkman. She knew what this meant, she knew that in a few short seconds, she’d be forced to hear the lovely sounds of Stevie Nicks’ vocals as they surrounded the entire shop. Nicole pressed play, letting the music flow through the speakers that covered the walls of Sam Goody’s.

“Now here you go again, you say, you want your freedom!” Nicole grabbed her friend by the hands, pulling her out from behind the counter and into the middle of the shop. The two danced and twirled away, belting the lyrics out and getting weird looks from the patrons outside, walking quicker to their next destination to avoid the odd pair. Unbeknownst to them, their voices carried out across the food court, entering the shops around them like a carried bit of wind. Steve stopped what he was doing, hand pausing on the table he was currently cleaning as he glanced around the mall. When his eyes landed on the record store, he couldn’t help but chuckle, almost in awe as the two girls carelessly flung themselves about. It wasn’t too enjoyable to watch, growing embarrassed for the two of them as they danced offbeat and sang out of tune. He did, however, find his eyes moving towards Nicole. No matter how hard he tried to avert his eyes and look elsewhere, he always found himself admiring the way she danced about, with not a care in the world for how she might’ve looked.

To Steve, she looked like a dork, a dork who couldn’t hold a beat as she bounced on the dark blue carpet that lined the shops’ floors. Although he would never be caught dead dancing in such a public place, he couldn’t help but admire her bravery. Surely, she knew that people could see her, right? If not, he couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when she noticed.

To his surprise, when the song ended, she didn’t stop, giddily running to the record player and queuing up the next song for her concert. If it wasn’t for her gestures and tone deaf voice that echoed across the food court, he wouldn’t have a single clue as to what song was playing next.

He scoffed in disbelieve, the sounds of ‘Cherry Bomb’ by The Runaways blasting through the speakers, louder than the last song. He found it very hard to believe that such a sweet and innocent girl like herself, per Robin’s demanding speech, would be listening to a song like Cherry Bomb. If anything, it intrigued him more. Who was this ‘golden girl, and why was she so fascinating?

“Robin, I’ll be right back,” Steve yelled out to the blonde girl, hoping she wouldn’t question him.

When she entered the lobby of the ice cream parlor to ask him where he was going, she was met with the sight of Mel and Nicole, snorting out a laugh before she realized that Steve was making his way to the pair, “Wait, Steve! No!” She wished she could run after him, tackle him to the shiny floors of the mall, but she couldn’t leave the shop unattended. So, she decided to sacrifice her friend's dignity for her job, praying that Nicole would forgive her for not stopping the boy.

“Didn’t peg you as the type.” Steve had to yell, the song blaring so loud he was sure his ears would go numb. Nicole let out a scream, holding her hand to her chest as Mel ran to turn the song down.

“I’m- I’m sorry, what?”

“Didn’t peg you as the type to enjoy this kinda music, is all.” The fluffy-haired boy wore a smirk, confidence oozing from his persona and onto the record store floor. Gross, Mel thought.

“Oh, this?” Nicole gestured up at the speakers that had immensely quieted, “Um, yea. It’s just a good song, I guess?”

Steve was anything but enamored, staring her down with a hungry gaze that made her squirm in her spot. Gross, again, Mel voiced inside her head.

“Bit hardcore, don’t ya think?” Nicole shook her head no, a sheepish smile on her face as her body burned with embarrassment from being caught.

“Can I help you with something, Smee?” Mel interrupted, attempting to save her friend from the heartbreaker.

“Uh, yes actually,” he glanced over at Nicole,” you got her number?”

“Ew, get out.” Mel felt like gagging, his sexual attraction for her friend radiating throughout the store and sending a disgusted shiver down her spine. Mel was uncomfortable, grossed out by his obvious advances. Nicole on the other hand, well she all but tripped on her way over to Steve, pulling a pen out of her pocket as she neared him.

“Do you have a piece of paper?” she asked quietly, unsure as to why she was even agreeing to give the man her number. He stuck his hand out, exposing his wrist as he flipped it over, prompting her to write the digits on his skin. She did, pink ink seeping into his pores and most likely giving him some form of ink poisoning. She signed her name underneath the numbers, replacing the dots in Nickie with adorable hearts. Steve let out a chuckle, sending her a wink and leaving the store as quickly as he entered.

Nicole watched him walk across the food court, hearts practically taking shape in her eyes as he sashayed away, cockiness absorbing him. Melissa stood at the counter dumbfounded, jaw nearly slapping the ground with how wide her opened mouth was.

“What the hell just happened?” Mel couldn’t believe her eyes, she needed verbal confirmation that her friend had just given her number to ‘The Hair’.

“Stop, you saw what happened.” Nickie was shy, tucking the loose strands of her bun behind her ears and moving to pick up a few albums that had dropped to the floor in the midst of their dancing.

“Yea, you gave your number to that asswipe.” she retracted into herself when she saw the girl roll her eyes. Three minutes of Steve Harrington and she was already showing a mean side that Mel had never seen from her before.

“He’s not a buttwipe, he’s kinda sweet.” That's it, Mel was going to be sick.

“Gross.”

Across the food court, Steve was absolutely pumping with adrenaline. He couldn’t deny the fact that he was completely surprised, not expecting the girl to give him the time of day. But, when she took her time to neatly scribble her number down in a cute font, he all but popped a boner. As he walked through the entrance to his workplace, he feigned a sad smile, walking around the counter to stand next to Robin.

“Aww, you strike out Stevie? Let me go get the board.” Robin walked into the back, holding the whiteboard up in the opened window as she went to put yet another checkmark underneath the ‘YOU SUCK’ category.

“Move that marker over to ‘YOU RULE’, because king Steve is back in the game, baby, woo!” he pumped his arms in the air, flashing the pink numbers Robin’s way as the blonde’s eyes widened.

“No way, no fucking way!” her mouth mirrored Mel’s, growing in size as disbelief rendered her body still, “that’s gotta be a fake.” she walked back into the lobby, pulling his forearm towards her to inspect the writing. Robin couldn’t believe it, there was no way in hell that out of all the people she’d finally give her number to, it’d be Steve Harrington. Sure enough, her actual number sat inked into his skin, Robin groaning at the adorable signature she’d left underneath it.

“Told you it was the stupid hat,” he smirked, growing cocky with the fact that he’d finally landed a girl. He’d been trying all summer, never quite hitting the ball until Nickie came along, knocking it straight out of the park. Not only was he especially proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to call her, but he found himself drooling at the thought of what she’d be like in bed. Steve wasn’t usually a pervert like this, always taking girls on dates and never expecting much in return, although he wouldn’t say no if they decided to get on their knees for him. But, with the promise of Nicole being inexperienced, all he could think about was defiling her. He knew it was wrong, knew that it was extremely wrong of him to think about her like this, but he couldn’t help it. With a final glance at her workplace, he busied himself with tasks, so as to act as if she didn’t exist, using his usual tricks when it came to women. Little did he know, Nicole Anders was far from the usual woman, and she had no intention of entertaining a man who treated her as if she didn’t exist.

After the first night had passed, and there was no call from Steve, Nicole began to worry that she’d given him the wrong number. On day two, she recalled that she’d written her number correctly, so she assumed he must’ve been too busy to call. On night three, Nicole was pissed. She rarely got mad at people, so the fact that the Harrington boy had pissed her off to this level, was worrisome. Steve was living his best life, pretending as if he’d never met the girl before and going about his day, itching to call her but deciding that the best idea was to wait. On the fourth night, Steve picked up the phone, attempting to decipher the numbers that were nearly faded on his arm. After a few miscalls, he finally dialed the right one, listening to it ring as he sat confidently perched on his desk chair, fixing his hair as if the girl could see him.

Upon her picking up, he could hear the heavy notes of Cherry Bomb playing in the background softly; of course, he thought.

“Hello?” her angelic voice sounded confused, wondering who was calling her at 10 pm on a Sunday night.

“Hey, it’s Steve,” he smirked, waiting to hear her gasp of surprise like he usually did when this happened.

“Oh, what’s up.” he sat straight, confusion clouding his form at her nonchalant response. Why wasn’t she squealing?

“Uh- uh nothing, just, thought I’d call you. See how you were doing.” He attempted to play through it, hoping she’d succumb to his forced seduction that was honestly teetering on the edge of embarrassing.

“I’m fine.” this was weird, he thought. Why wasn’t she swooning over his voice, over the fact that he’d finally called?

“Did,” he paused, already cursing himself for dropping his playboy act; it wasn’t working, so might as well be himself, “did I do something?”

“I don’t know, Steve, you tell me.” with that she hung up, Steve pulling the phone from his ear with a grimace at the painful sound of her slamming the receiver back to its base. She was upset, he could tell. Instead of being rational and assuming he was an absolute idiot for leaving her hanging for 4 days, he dialed her number once again, thankful that he’d written it down after she’d answered.

He called again, growing excited as she picked up his call once again, maybe she was mad at someone else, “Hey, why did-”

“Piss off.” he was wrong, she was clearly mad at him. Although Steve had his obvious good looks, he wasn’t too blessed in the smarts category, chalking up her anger to something happening outside of his realm. And once again, instead of rationally thinking, he exited his house swiftly. Before he left, he made a quick call to Robin, praying that she knew where Nicole lived. Robin, being half asleep told him the address, realization only dawning on her when she hung up, “Oops”.

He made it to the girl’s house, admiring the homes that lined her subdivision as he parked two houses down. It was now 11 pm, he was not about to walk up to the front door with a charming smile and ask her parents to see their daughter at close to midnight. So, he opted for scaling the side of her two-story house, moving gracefully due to his practice at the Wheeler’s. Praying he’d find her window first; and not catch a glimpse of her parents doing the dirty, he moved to the first window on the second floor, peering just over the corner to see inside.

He was lucky, the room obviously belonged to you. Pinks and browns were strewn across the room, stuffed animals stacked high in a beanbag chair in the corner, desk littered with books and cassette tapes. There she stood, leaning over her vanity and applying some sort of night cream in her adorable PJs. She wore these fluffy white shorts, cupping to her skin just below her bottom, a white fluffy top to match, dipping low enough to show the slopes of her breasts. Steve nearly moaned at how hot she looked in her night attire, loving the way her smooth legs were on show, stomach just barely appearing through the flowy portion of her top. He softly rapped his knuckles against the glass of her window, causing the girl to jump in fear and hold up an unused curling wand as a makeshift weapon.

“Steve?” she whispered, moving to open the window in hopes that it was him and not some weirdo, “what are you doing here? Wait, how do you know where I live?” she grew fearful, almost slamming the window down on his back as he attempted to climb through it.

“Ow,” he made it in, moving past her to sit on her bed as she softly shut the window closed, “Robin told me, needed to check up on you.”

“You don’t find it weird that you barely know me and your sneaking into my room in the middle of the night?” she asked perplexed, a bit uncomfortable about having him in the safe haven she called her bedroom. Quickly moving her foot to push a pair of panties she’d peeled off this morning under her bed, she advanced toward him, choosing to sit on her pillows and not too close to the handsome boy.

“Well, yeah, I guess it’s kinda weird. But, you seemed upset on the phone, I wanted to make sure you were okay.” he was trying to be sweet, picking up the nearest stuffed animal; which happened to be a plush dog, and moving its arms in a mock hugging motion, an adorable faux pout on his lips.

“I told you I was fine, Steve. You didn’t need to go all Rambo.” she joked, keeping her eyes on the toy in his hands as she spoke.

“You didn’t seem fine, what’s up?” he set the plush down, laying on his side and peering up at the girl, whom he could tell was growing anxious in his proximity. He hoped it was a good anxious.

“I’m just annoyed,” she admitted, picking at the skin of her fingers uncomfortably.

“With?” he pushed, hoping to get some form of an answer from her. What he didn’t expect, was for her to kick her leg out towards him, pushing him off he bed with an umph as he tried to recover on the carpet.

“You!” she all but yelled, “you asked for my number, but then waited 4 days to fricken call me? What the heck!” he wanted to chuckle at her lack of cussing, replacing the ‘taboo’ words with common fraises he heard come from a certain curly-haired freak he called his friend. But, he couldn’t, not when she was clearly upset with him and his usually successful antics.

“I’m sorry?” he didn’t know what to say, most girls brushing his lack of care to the side in hopes of landing a steamy night in the bedroom with him, “I didn’t know that is would upset you.”

“Annoy me,” she corrected, rolling her eyes and sitting up on her bed with her legs crossed underneath her, “you annoyed me, why?”

“I don’t know. That stuff usually works with chicks.”

She scoffed, placing a pillow in her lap to hug instead of beating him to a pulp with her growing anger, “I’m not a chick, Steve. I’m a person.”

“I know, I know.” he stood from the floor, awkwardly making his way to her bed, “I’m sorry.”

She shot her hand out, pointing at her bedroom window with her manicured nails, gesturing for him to leave, “Out, now.” he held his hands up, making his way to her window in mock surrender.

“See you tomorrow?” he asked hopeful.

“Yeah, yeah. Now leave weirdo.” she giggled, Steve noting how pretty she looked with a smile on her face.

He sent a wink her way, opening the pane of glass and sliding back out into the warm summer air of Hawkins. As he descended down her house, he couldn’t help but find a large grin on his face, jogging happily to his car. Although he had made her mad, she was still sweet as ever, in the end, making him hopeful.

He spent his night thinking of her, his hand venturing under his covers as he pictured her body and the way it looked in her PJs, supple flesh nearly all on show for him. He imagined what she would look like naked, underneath him and begging for him to do something, tears streaming down her face. He was close, pumping his hard cock to the thought of her voice, her face, literally everything about her. It felt so wrong, yet so right, touching himself whilst thinking about all the things he would do to her. He made a split-second decision, pausing his ministrations to grab the phone off of his nightstand, making quick work of dialing her number for the third time that night.

After a few rings, she answered, voice slightly whiny and filled with sleep, causing the man to groan as his hand continued where he left off, “Hello? Steve?”

“Hey, pretty. You sleepin’?” he tried to be as inconspicuous as he could, his hips thrusting up into his hand at the sound of her gentle voice.

“I was, what’s up? You okay?” her concern was charming, making Steve’s fist move faster.

“I’m great, you?” he had no idea why he called her, maybe this was a bad idea.

“Steve, what- what is that noise?” oh no, she could hear. He now realized that he’d been caught, the wet sounds of his palm jerking his heavy cock were loud, echoing through the mic and into the girl’s ear.

“I’m sorry, I just needed to hear your voice.” he apologized, not caring to slow down even as he was caught.

“Oh, I. Uh, I don’t know what to say.” she grew shy, thighs clenching together at the thought of him touching himself.

“Why don’t you help me, baby? Go on, touch yourself.” he was overly confident, not worrying about the fact that she could hang up and turn him into the laughing stock of the town. She could easily tell everyone that Steve Harrington called her at 1 in the morning, jerking off and asking her to help him catch his release by joining him.

She wasn’t a prude, she’d often touched herself at night, constantly getting off to the thought of being fucked by an imaginary man she’d read about in a romance novel she stole from Mel. So, when she trailed her hand down her body to her shorts, Steve could’ve sworn he was in heaven. He listened to the rustling sounds of her hand underneath her quilt. He nearly busted when she let out a whimper, his name following shortly after.

“You wet, pretty?” he groaned out, squeezing the base of his cock as he listened to the sounds of her whining.

“Mhm, s’wet for you Stevie.” He all but moaned out loud, giving a sharp tug to his length at the girl’s admission.

She wasn’t new to masturbation, that was clear. But, she was new to any form of sexual intimacy with someone. So, it was weird how easily she responded to him, as if she’d had phone sex before, growing alarmingly aroused at his husky voice as it bled through the speaker of her phone. Nicole had barely touched herself, and she was already nearing an orgasm, embarrassingly fast.

“Fuck, baby. Let me hear it.” Steve didn’t care that his request was odd, couldn’t give two shits. Especially when the girl moaned, pulling the phone from her ear and down to her heat, resting the microphone on her inner thigh as she continued to rub her clit. Steve let out a loud groan, pumping his cock faster at the sounds of her wet cunt and subtle moaning in the background. Jesus, he couldn’t remember the last time he was this hard, this horny for someone.

She put the phone back to her ear, letting out a squeak as she entered a finger into her tight hole, pumping the digit in and out, “feels s’good, Stevie.” the nickname nearly made him combust, his stomach pulling tight at her words.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking sexy. Wanna fuck you so bad.” once again, he didn’t care if he was being weird, letting his thoughts spill from his mind and into the receiver.

“I’m c-close.” he sped up, wanting to cum with her. He knew that this was all too soon, too quick to even establish boundaries, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t care, not with her whiny moans and sopping wet cunt reeling him into the deep end and clutching him close. It would surely be awkward the next time they saw each other, surely uncomfortable for the both of them, but neither one could care. Nicole didn’t care. She didn’t care that she was making it easy for the Harrington boy. Didn’t care that she’d feel extremely guilty afterward. As long as she got to cum, that’s all she could care about in the end.

“Me too, cum for me baby. Cum on your fingers.” she did, moaning loudly into the phone and immediately pulling a release from the boy. The two cumming together, reaching their highs with erotic moans.

“Holy shit, Steve” that was the first time he’d heard the girl swear, and he nearly snorted at how odd it sounded coming from her. The two quickly came down from their highs, realizing what had just happened in the wake of their tiredness.

“Uh, I’ll see you tomorrow.” he rushed out, throwing his arm over his eyes as he grimaced at how awkward he was being.

“Yeah, tomorrow.” she quickly hung up, tossing the phone away from her and back onto the base. What the hell just happened?

Nearly 10 miles apart, the two lay in their respective beds, staring up at their ceilings in disbelief. Steve couldn’t believe how much of a horny teenager he could be when it came down to it, throwing all rationality out the window in order to chase his release. Nicole couldn’t believe what she had just done, guilt and humiliation closing in around her and swallowing her whole. She’d known the man for only 4 days, not even. Yet, here she was, handing him her innocence on a platter with no regard for her own emotions. She had morals, but she couldn’t find them at that moment. Tomorrow was going to be so awkward.

And, it was. The two barely held eye contact for more than a few seconds, both burning bright red and practically running away. Their friends started to catch on, Robin interrogating Steve and asking why he was being so weird, Mel comforting Nicole, refusing to ask what had happened and instead offering a shoulder to lean on. Steve was quick to throw Nicole under the bus, pulling Robin into the employee lounge and relaying everything to her. Robin sat wide-eyed, staring at Steve with utter confusion and awe.

“What are you drinking, dude? Can I have some, Jesus.” she stood, adjusting her hat before leaving him in the back to wallow in his confession.

Nicole told her friend the more PG version, walking around the phone call and refusing to bring it up, humiliation eating away at her from the inside out. She felt smaller than usual, caving in on herself and walking around the shop like a kicked puppy.

“Stop beating yourself up, Nic,” her friend accused, rubbing her shoulder comfortingly, “it’s not like you had sex with him.” she offered a soft smile, the gesture falling when she saw how red her friend’s face became.

“You didn’t!” she exclaimed moving to stand in front of the girl who sat on the counter.

“I didn’t,” she wasn’t entirely lying. Well, yea they did things, but they didn’t have sex. It wasn’t that big of a deal, right? “But, we kinda did stuff over the phone last night.” she pursed her lips, choosing to look at the floor instead of the bewildered girl in front of her.

“What?!” she screamed, literally screamed, pulling the attention of patrons walking past the store; pulling the attention of Steve. He made eye contact with Nicole, immediately assuming what their conversation was about and sending her a glare. In his mind, it was okay that he told Robin, the girl becoming a best friend of sorts that he relied on. However, it wasn’t okay that Nicole had told blabber-mouth Melissa Scott about the incident. He shook his head like the asshole he was, and stomped into the back, leaving Nicole to groan out and jump off the counter, making her way out of the store.

“Where are you going? You haven’t even told me anything yet!” her friend called out, watching her wordlessly stomp to the ice cream parlor. Letting out an awkward sigh she turned around, eyes wide and lips pulled into a tight line, “here lies Steve Harrington, Hawkin’s resident idiot.”

She marched into the shop, making eye contact with her friend Robin, she’d say hi later. Without a second thought, she entered the back, finding Steve sitting at the singular table. He had his head in his hands, leg bouncing with anxiety.

“What the hell was that look for?” Nickie seethed, scaring the boy with her sudden presence.

“What are you doing back here?” he answered with a question, looking up at her with annoyance.

“What was that look for.” she repeated, not backing down until she got an answer.

“You tell me, Ms. Perfect.” he spit, pretending to be bored as he looked down at his hands.

“Ms. Perfect?” she asked incredulously, “what is your problem?”

“My problem,” he paused, standing up to tower over her with his height, “is you. Opening your dirty little mouth and telling Mel what happened last night.”

Robin could hear the conversation from where she stood, hell everyone in Scoops could hear the conversation. She grew annoyed, scoffing at the double standard he laid out for her friend as if he didn’t tell Robin herself what had happened.

“As if you didn’t tell anyone, King Steve.” Nicole was outraged, knowing damn well he had to have told someone, after what she learned about him from both Robin and Mel.

“Well I guess it doesn’t matter anymore, does it? Got what I wanted, didn’t I?” he regretted his words the second he spoke them, watching the girl before him deflate immediately.

“So- So what, I was just some stupid accomplishment for you?” she felt tears prick at her eyes, chest bubbling with disappointment and hurt.

Digging himself an even deeper hole, he let out a fake laugh, nodding his head at her words and breaking her soul into a million tiny pieces, “yea, pretty much. Kinda easy too, if you think about it.”

A sob left her throat, it didn’t matter that they hadn’t even had sex, just the plain and simple fact that she’d let him in, only for him to throw it back in her face hurt like hell. It hurt so bad, that she found herself stomping towards him, her palm slapping across his face and leaving his cheek to sting.

“Fuck you, Steve.” her words hurt, more than he wanted to admit. He refused to look at her, eyes finding the blurry outline of Robin’s head through the window more interesting than Nicole’s. He wanted to apologize, take it all back, but she wasn’t his in the first place. They were stupid 18-year-olds, having a stupid sexcipade as their only true encounter between them. What he said was wrong, he knew that, but he wasn’t going to get on his knees and beg for her forgiveness. Not yet, at least.

She left almost as fast as she had entered, running past a concerned Robin and out of the mall. She hadn’t even gotten to her car before she was breaking down, looking crazed as she sobbed along her way. She didn’t know what she was expecting to happen after the phone call, but it surely wasn’t this outcome. Not a single one of her assumptions could line up with what had just happened between her and Steve, not one.

She probably should’ve stayed at work, a lengthy phone call from her boss waiting for her at home, but she couldn’t. Not when she’d be forced to stand less than 100 yards from the one person she wanted to hide from right now. Instead of wallowing in self-pity, she immediately changed out of her work clothes, throwing her swimming suit on with the thought of hopefully drowning in the public pool. She decided to keep the outfit simple, tossing her dad’s button-up on, and tucking it into her denim overalls.

With only the thought of submerging her overheated body in chlorine water, she set off. The drive was shorter than she expected, pulling up to the outdoor pool and walking in after handing the front office a few quarters for the entry fee. She easily could’ve avoided paying, sneaking past the two teens who probably would’ve just rolled their eyes. But alas, her morals were too strong. She made her way over to an open chair, pulling her clothes from her body and exposing her not-so-modest bikini. Even after being practically slut shamed, she didn’t care enough to throw on her one piece. It was way too hot for her to care about being judged by the mothers at the pool. Who were, in fact, sitting next to her, Karen Wheeler leaning over to softly pat the girl’s knee in hopes to gain her attention.

“Hi, sweetie,” the mom called, smiling brightly at her, “haven’t seen you in a while. How are you?”

“Oh, Mrs.Wheeler, I’m good, and you?” she responded politely, working sunscreen into her calves mid-conversation.

“Ah, the usual, hiding from my husband and kids,” she joked, pulling a forced laugh from Nicole, “So, you here to swim or?”

“Isn’t that what a pool is for?” she asked confused.

“Well yeah, but,” she trailed off, leaning closer in her direction to whisper something that utterly shocked the girl, “there’s a nice piece of eye candy working the lifeguard post, you got here just in time.”

Nickie looked over her shoulder, watching multiple heads turn toward the men’s locker room. Out walked Billy Hargrove in all his glory, abs on show and mullet gracefully flowing in the wind. Nicole knew who he was, avoiding him all throughout her senior year in hopes of never having to meet the new kid. Usually, she’d be sticking by their side, helping them to classes and opening their locker for them, but after hearing that he was quite the womanizer, she didn’t want to risk being wooed. Billy walked along the edge of the pool and stopped at the sight of a little kid running on the concrete. His whistle sounded out, pulling a grimace onto Nicole’s face at the shrill sound.

“Hey, lard-ass!” Nicole followed his line of sight, finding a chunky boy stopped in his steps, fearful of the much older and stronger boy, “No running on my watch! I gotta warn you-” she cut his yelling out with a sigh, feeling bad for the boy, but not saying anything like the rest of the pool goers. She continued to apply her sunscreen, moving from her legs to her stomach, attempting to get her lower back before she let out a huff of annoyance. Damn her short arms.

“Need some help sweetheart?” she looked up, the sun being blocked out by Billy’s much larger form as he towered over her.

“Um, sure?” without realizing how intimate applying sunscreen for someone else could be, she handed him the bottle, turning around and holding her hair up in a makeshift bun, exposing her smooth back.

She listened to the squirting sound the bottle made, body going still as his large hands palmed her back, massaging the lotion into her skin. Although the women around her were jealous as all hell, they bit there lips at the scene before them. Pretending the girl was themselves, they watching his hands dip under the strings of her bikini, fingers softly digging into the flesh of her lower back, sensually rubbing the milky cream in. Nicole thought nothing of it, turning with a smile and thanking him for applying it.

“Anytime, sweetheart.” he watched her stand, eyes zeroing in on her ass as she all but sashayed to the pool’s steps. He held his breath, the girl unknowingly putting on a show for him and the other hungry men at the pool as she descended down the stairs and into the water. She immediately dove under, coming up just as quick to push her hair back and out of her face as it became wet. She wasn’t even trying to, but she was being seductive as hell, Billy biting the tip of his sunglasses and watching the water cascade down her front and over the slopes of her breasts. He nearly tripped up the ladder to his seat, eyes never leaving her form as she swam from one end of the pool to the other. Although his job was to watch everyone at the pool, he sat comfortably in his seat, sporting a half hard cock and keeping his eyes on her. He knew who she was, constantly hearing about the famous good girl of Hawkins High the second he had gotten there. He never payed too much mind to the fact that they’d never crossed paths. Now he could see the enigma everyone spoke of, he finally met Nicole Anders. And god was he happy to. She was as sweet and as kind as everyone had said, hotter than what the guys at school described, why was he just now meeting her? He needed a piece of her, and fast. But, unlike Steve, he knew her type; running into many ‘angelic’ girls. He knew how to rile them up, in the best way. Start as charming as ever, wiggle your way into a friendship, take her on stupid cheesy dates and pretend to be the most gentleman like guy she’d ever meet, and then finally worm your way into her bed. And that, was exactly the Hargrove boy’s plan.

“Hey, your Nickie right?” he started, crouching down at the edge of the pool as she stopped to catch her breath. Her chlorine stained eyes blinked up at him, nodding quickly as she realized she didn’t answer, “sorry it took me this long to remember. I don’t think we’ve officially ever met, I’m Billy.” he held his hand out, not caring that she’d get him wet as he helped her out of the water.

“Nice to meet you Billy, I gotta get going though, I’ll see you later!” she called out, walking away from him but being stopped as he jogged to meet her quick strides. He unwrapped the dry towel from around his neck, offering it out to her. She gladly took it, smiling up at him as a thank you and wrapping it around her soaked body.

“I could give you a ride home?” he offered, hoping she’d say yes.

“I took my car here, thank you though.” although she was being sweet, he was growing annoyed, constantly being shut down, clearly she’d be more of a challenge then he thought.

“I-I’m sorry,” his hand grabbed her wrist softly, giving her space to pull away which she did, his eyes locked onto his empty hand before they looked down at his feet, his faux sadness fooling her, “I don’t mean to come off so strong. It’s just-”

He paused, looking around the pool before lowering his voice so no one could hear him, “I don’t have many friends, with my being new and all, and, I don’t know. You’re one of the first people to be nice to me.” he shrugged. Although his words pained him, he wasn’t entirely lying. Of course people catered to him and now surround him as if he’s royalty, none of them were genuinely nice upon first meeting, unlike her.

“I’m sorry, the people here aren’t all that bad though, sometimes they just need some warming up. You’re kind and gentle, I’m sure they’ll fall inlove with you in no time.” Jesus, was this girl a saint or something?

“You, you think so?” he asked, feigning innocence as he looked around the pool in mock fear.

“I know so. Look, I gotta head home, but tomorrow im free?” she smiled as she placed her hand on his shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze that made him internally groan, “you can stop by my work while I’m on break, we can go get some food or something, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah, that sounds good. Where do you work?” it was hard for him not to take her right there, the sun glowing behind her and forming a halo of light above her head.

“I work in Starcourt. You know the record store, Sam’s?” he nodded, excitement and arousal coursing through his veins.

“See ya then.” he watched her walk off, adjusting his hard cock in his swimtrunks, not caring who saw.

The next day, Steve had found himself constantly looking over at Sam’s, catching glimpses of Nicole as she chatted away with Mel and customers. Not once, did he catch her looking his way, acting as if he’d never existed. It was painful, sitting there and watching him ignore her.

“Ahoy, Harrington.” the familiar voice bounced off the walls of the shop, striking shortly lived fear in some of the patrons. Steve looked up from his spot behind the counter, giving Billy and eyeroll.

“What do you want Hargrove.” what the hell was he doing here.

“Just here for some ice cream,” he held his hands up in mock surrender, “How about one cone of chocolate, and one vanilla cone with rainbow sprinkles.” the order struck a memory chord in him, the boy finding his eyes veering off the smug look on Billy’s face and toward the girl who had been on his mind for atleast a week now.

After scooping out the cones, he turned to Billy who threw the few dollar bills on the counter, “This for one of your women?” he poked boredly, hoping the boy would leave quickly.

“Yup.” Billy popped the ‘P’, sending a wink Steve’s way before marching out of the store. Steve let out a scoff, the look of annoyance quicking turning to one of confusion watching him walk in the opposite direction of the mall’s exit. The confusion left his body instantly, fear replacing it as he watched him walk toward Sam’s.

“Please be Mel, Please be Mel.” he chanted under his breath, praying that Nicole had nothing to do with his enemy. He felt the blood leave his face, forcing him to be as pale as a ghost, watching her run up to Billy with a smile, giving his side a quick hug before graciously accepting the cone.

He painfully watched them for the next half-hour, sitting in the foodcourt just barely in his line of sight. Robin noticed the two the second she entered the mall for her shift, speedwalking to the store in hopes to reach it before Steve could see them. Upon her entrance, she immediately noticed the kicked puppy behind the counter, walking around it and wrapping her arm around his shoulder comfortingly.

“I hate to break it to you, Steve, but this is kinda your fault.” Robin’s voice broke him out of his near trance, thankful to be watching something other than Nickie schmoozing it up with his arch nemesis.

“Yeah, yeah,” with one last glance at the pair, he turned around walking into the back before dejectedly calling out to Robin, “I know.”.

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Sweet November | Dr Strange x Fem!Reader

Sweet November : Chapter Two-November 1

| Series Summary: "One month." Stephen said, his gaze intense. He raised his hand, offered it for you to shake. "One month." you agreed, and shook his hand. The sign of a closed deal. Then he smiled at you, and from that instant, you realized, you just broke rule number one; no falling in love.

| Chapter Warning: none i guess? just smart ass/snarky stephen, bickering like an old couple, lil bit of fluff

| Word Count: 2184 words

| A/N: what??? another chapter already??? ikr, my creative juices will prolly run out soon, but i'm making the most out of it! chapter 3 will be up soon. comments, hearts, REBLOGS, any kind of attention will motivate me to write

“Shit!” you quietly gasped to yourself as your phone vibrated. You set an alarm to remind you of your appointment with the doctor. But you had to attend a last minute class to make up for your absence last week. You whipped your head, plotting your escape. You thought it’d be easy to sneak out of your class, and how right you were.

However, when you sat back in the taxi after directing the driver to Metro General Hospital, your phone beeped, alerting you of an incoming message. It was from your professor, asking to see you in her office next time. Sighing, you let your head softly hit the seat. You closed your eyes, then drew in a breath.

You were frustrated, having to pay for a taxi fare. You could’ve walked a few blocks but you were running late. And you’d hate it more if you’d have a bad impression for the doctor to see. Wait, why do you care so much about what he thinks about you? You asked yourself, and groaned.

“You alright miss?” the driver asked.

“Yeah, thank you.”

Grudgingly, you paid the fare. You had to break your budget a bit, having to save up for an airline ticket. The plan was to go home for Christmas, a long time plan now, as you put off going home for years. The driver bid you thanks and you did the same. Hurriedly, you step through the hospital’s swinging doors and gingerly walk up to the reception.

“Uh hi,” you said. The lady with the bright red lipstick nodded at you and asked what she could help you with.

“I’m here to see Dr. Stephen Strange, I uh, have an appointment with him.” you said. The lady gave you a once over and you instantly felt self conscious. You were wearing your usual street wear clothes; high waist jeans, white shirt, lace up boots, black coat and scarf. On your back slung was your backpack and you were sure your plaid hair had become a bit disheveled due to all the running.

“Take the elevator on the right, his office is on the fifth floor. I’ll have the reception there to help you.” she replied.

“Thank you so much.” you grinned and did what she said.

Soon, you found yourself walking on the polished tiled floor. Everything was so bright; the walls, the floors. Must be the light. You asked the reception and they directed you to walk down the hall, the third door on the right is his office.

On the door, his name shone on the silver plaque.

STEPHEN VINCENT STRANGE, M.D. PhD. / NEUROLOGY SPECIALIST/NEUROSURGEON

You let out a whistle in surprise. You quickly gathered yourself and poised to knock on the door. But it instantly opened when you raised your knuckle to knock.

“You must be Diana.” the man who opened the door said.

“Hi. Yes I am, I’m here to see Dr. Strange,”

“I’m sure you are. I’m Billy, his assistant.” he offered his hand and you shook it. He led you inside and offered you a seat.

“Sorry I’m late,” you sighed as you checked your watch. 13:05 PM.

“Ah, it’s fine. The doctor himself is running late, emergency surgery, I’m afraid.”

“Oh,” you mumbled.

“Yeah, is it alright if you wait?”

“Yeah, though I need to leave by two for work.”

“That’s okay.” Billy said.

In the first thirty minutes you spent inside the office, you were quick to learn that Billy was the one who suggested it to the doctor to find a fake date through Tinder. You chuckled, finding the situation ridiculous, and how you got yourself tangled up in it.

“Why can’t he just attend the stuff alone? Is it really necessary to have a date while attending all of those events?” you curiously asked. Billy passed you a bottle of water and you nodded your thanks.

“Not really, but he said he’s getting tired of the questions and the girls winking at him,”

“Wow, he thinks highly of himself huh,”

“He’s got all the right,” Billy chuckled.

“Don’t you think he’s handsome?” Billy asked you. His head cocked to the side as he leaned against his table.

Pretty damn handsome. You thought.

“Just fine,” you grumble quietly.

“You can be honest with me Di,” Billy said, you grinned, having heard your nickname.

“Is it okay to call you Di?”

“Yeah.”

“Now come on, your secret is safe with me,” Billy said suggestively. You gave in of course. He was easy to talk to, and you felt okay around him. You could at least gain a friend through this scheme, and that could be Billy.

“Yeah, okay. He’s pretty damn fine.” you chuckled, blush creeping up your cheeks. Then you remembered his arrogance, his persistence and his attitude, and it was enough for your flaming cheeks to calm down. You were about to say ‘but’, but you were cut off.

The door suddenly burst open, and came in the doctor you were gushing about. His usual elegance was disheveled and he looked like he ran a mile.

“Who’s pretty damn fine?” he asked, his voice booming. Billy opened his mouth to respond but he was interrupted.

“Nevermind, don’t answer that. Billy, are you hitting up on my fake girlfriend?”

“Nope.” Billy grinned.

“Hey! I haven’t agreed to be your fake girlfriend!” you protested.

“Well what are you doing here?” he smirked at you before grabbing his water bottle from the mini fridge.

“I—” flustered, you stuttered and ducked your head. He hasn’t even been in the room for a full minute and he was already grating on your nerves.

Maybe it would be best if you don’t agree. You thought. But a voice at the back of your head said, just try, you’ve got nothing to lose, you’ll just gain a few silver hairs due to stress. You exhaled, looked up and gathered your belongings.

“Are you going to walk out on me again?” Stephen asked.

“No, I have to go to work.” you turned towards the door. You noticed Billy glance up at the clock and sigh.

“Can’t you spare just a few more minutes, Di?” Billy begged on his behalf. Stephen on the other hand, crossed his arms, his face blank.

“I don’t know Billy. Maybe I can if your boss can keep his arrogance to himself,” you said.

“I can promise nothing,” Stephen said when Billy turned to him. You shrugged and clicked the door open.

“Okay fine, I’ll keep it to myself.” Stephen’s voice rang through your ears soon as you crossed the door.

You smirked to yourself and slowly turned back. You saw him, leaning against his desk, his hands shot up in surrender. Slowly, you moved back to your seat and from the side of your eye, you could see Billy cheering.

“What are you doing over there? How are we going to talk? Do I have to shout—” he probably saw your raised eyebrow, your disapproving look that’s why he abruptly stopped whatever he was about to say.

“Right, please, Diana, take a seat here,” he stiffly moved and drew the chair by his desk aside. You moved over to his proffered seat and leaned forward.

Stephen drew out his calendar, almost half the size of his desk, each box was full of little scribbles, neat and elegant yet small, just enough to fit everything in every date. He looked at you curiously and he watched you. When you looked up, you were a bit bothered by the way he was looking.

“What?” you daringly asked.

“Do you have uhm uh, a pen and paper?” he was taken aback at your tone, caught off guard.

“Oh yeah,” you flashed him a quick smile and pulled out your worn out journal and your pen.

You swiftly flipped through pages to find your marked page. Stephen, of course, noticed the little details. He cleared his throat and finally settled himself on the seat opposite you.

“Right, let’s settle the dates first,” he pointed at the scribbles at the side of the calendar that were highlighted by a fluorescent blue highlighter.

Pen in hand, you started to write down the dates; November 4, November 9, November 22, November 29-31. All of the events were happening in the evening, mostly starting at eight in the evening. Some were happening nearby, just downtown, or a short drive away from the city. The last three dates, however, you noticed that there wasn’t a place noted.

“Guess I’ll have to skip my shift this Friday,” you muttered quietly.

“Where?” he asked. “Work,” you vaguely replied, a smirk on your lips.

“What kind of work do you do?” he questioned. You felt like challenging him and so you gave him another vague answer, “Oh you know, a lot.”

“Diana,” he sighed.

“No, it’s true, I’ve got a lot of work.”

“Could you, please, be specific? How are we going to make this work if you won’t tell me anything?” he begged.

“This? This? What exactly is this, Stephen?”

“I told you, we are going to be fake dating. I’ll just need you on these dates and in these exact times. Nothing more, nothing else. I’ll provide everything you need, and you’ll be there when I need you. We’ll set rules, the boundaries,”

“So what, is this like a job?” you raised your eyebrow, your head cocked to the side a bit. “Yeah, and this is the job interview.” he replied and sat back.

“Unbelievable.” you sighed and rolled your eyes at him.

“Are you up to it or not? Tell me now, Diana.” he looked at you with such intensity. He’s exasperating, good-looking, and hard to say ‘no’ to. “Fine!” you replied, your voice raised slightly.

“I think it’s too early for couple’s therapy,” someone from the back said. You and Stephen glared at Billy. He made a gesture that he’ll shut up, and you turned back your attention to the doctor.

“I work at the Sundown Bar downtown, as a waitress, every Friday, from six in the evening to twelve midnight. I also work at Harrelson’s Books, Saturdays and Sundays, from three in the afternoon ‘til closing time. I also do volunteer work at a local daycare, every Tuesday and Wednesday afternoon,”

“And you’re also studying?” he asked.

“Yup.” you nodded and he hummed.

“So you see, doctor, I’m just busy as you are, so can you please, try to tone down the snarkiness when we’re together?”

"Oh so we're going down there now, okay," he grabbed the nearest piece of paper he could grasp, and it was a prescription pad.

"Rule number one, no falling in love." you said, yet in your mind, you were screaming for the opposite.

"This is a fake relationship, let's keep it that way." you continued, he nodded and said, "I agree, we're both busy. Maintaining a real one is not my priority right now."

"Rule number two, you are to act like you're in love with me when we're together," Stephen said, writing down the words.

"And that doesn't apply to you?"

"Right," he scratched out the words 'you' and replaced them with 'we'.

"Rule number three, no sharing of personal information." you said, and he nodded in response.

"What's rule number four?" he prompted you.

"No sex." you quietly said. The words were clearly written on the prescription pad when Stephen suddenly realized what he had just written. He looked up and your gazes met. Then, he slowly nodded.

"What?" you narrowed your eyes at him. He shook his head and chuckled.

"I think that's all for me, do you have anything to add?" he asked you. You shook your head and he proceeded to pull his desk drawer open. He whipped up his credit card from his wallet, and a calling card of a boutique. He passed it to you, your face painted in puzzlement.

"I did say I'll be paying so here's my card. And here's my stylist. Choose whatever you like; dress, shoes, jewelry to match, it's up to you."

"You're very trusting," you chuckled.

"I trust you enough, you don't look like a big spender," Stephen replied.

"I may not be, but who knows, maybe I'll use it to feed New York's hungry and unprivileged,"

"I'll know if you do, Diana." he smiled. With the two cards now safely in your hands, Stephen stood up and you did the same. When you had your belongings tucked back in your bag, you turned to him and gave him a shy smile.

"One month." Stephen said, his gaze intense. He raised his hand, and offered it for you to shake.

"One month." you echoed his words with the same clarity and shook his hand.

His hold on your hand was firm, yet gentle. You couldn't shake that bothersome feeling; your hand in his felt right. The deal was closed and there was no backing out. Then he smiled at you, and from that very moment you realized, you just broke rule number one; no falling in love.

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I’ll Take Care of You, Chapter 21: Keys

Fic Summary: Reader works in the hospital where Billy Russo keeps his mother. They’ve caught each other’s eye. But she thinks he is the devoted son… little does she know what hides behind a handsome face and expensive suits.

Posted on my ao3 as well :)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Fem!Nurse!Reader

Chapter Summary: Reader decides to get Billy a gift to distract herself from her friend

Warnings: swearing

Words: 1.9k

Masterlist ~~ Chapter 20

You went to a hardware store to get your gift for Billy. As you waited, you thought about your friend.

If she didn’t even want you hanging around with Billy, you wondered what she was going to say about this. You valued her opinion, but the way she had come about this had totally put you off. You didn’t know why she seemed so against Billy, or why she left so abruptly this morning when Billy came to check on you.

Your watch buzzed and it was time for you to pick up Billy’s gift. You sighed. You went over to the counter to pay, then picked up the little envelope the worker gave you. Then, you went over to a dollar store and bought a little black box to put the gift in.

You picked up some lunch and walked back home with a bounce in your step, and as you got in the elevator your phone went off.

11:50am Finally out of that meeting. Was thinking about my little lady, though. Hope you’re feeling better

11:52am I’m doing okay. Having you over meant a lot to me, Billy

11:53am I have a present for you. I was hoping I could see you tonight?

The elevator opened and you walked over to your apartment. You settled in and pulled out your lunch and checked your phone again.

11:55m A present? I’m intrigued ;)

11:55pm Feel like getting a drink and coming back to mine tonight?

12:00pm I would love that

12:01pm Good. Meet you at our bar at 9?

You smiled. Our bar

12:02pm I’ll be there :)

12:03pm See you then, little lady

***

You were excited to give Billy your gift. It would have worked better if he was coming back to your place after drinks but you didn’t want to wait to give it to him.

You dressed a little sexier than you normally would for drinks, tight black pants and a satin red bustier. You added some black heels and your black leather jacket. You looked hot, and you couldn’t wait for Billy to see you.

You took a taxi over to the bar, and found Billy sitting at your usual table.

His tongue wet his bottom lip when he saw you. He stood up to greet you. “Goddamn, baby girl. You’re stunning.”

You beamed. “Thank you. So are you.” He was wearing a black dress shirt and gray slacks. Classically handsome.

He grabbed your hips and brought your body to his so he could kiss you. “Thanks.”

You sat down and took a sip of the vodka cran Billy had ordered you. It tasted good, and you were looking forward to the buzz from the alcohol to try to mask the unpleasant feelings from your friend.

“How are you feeling?” Billy asked after you swallowed half of your drink.

You swiped at your wet lips with your finger. You shrugged. “Still mostly just confused by her. Trying to ignore it, at least for now. Not let it get the best of me. ‘Specially ‘cause you love me.”

Billy grinned. “I do.” He raised his glass and you happily clinked yours to his, downing the rest of your first drink.

After four and rather strong drinks, you reached into your purse to grab your lip balm and you saw the little black box.

“I have your present!” You said, looking up at Billy.

“Ah, yes. But what’s the occasion?” He raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

You shrugged. “Does there have to be one?”

“Guess not. But I would have gotten you something, too.”

“You didn’t need to get me anything, Billy.”

You reached into your purse and pulled out the gift. You placed it on the table and slid it towards Billy.

When it was right in front of him you stopped and clasped your hands so you could rest your chin on them to observe Billy opening his gift.

He looked down at it, then back to you. You wiggled your eyebrows and he chuckled.

He picked up the little box and delicately took off the lid. When he saw what was inside, his lips parted. He flicked his eyes back to yours, and you couldn’t contain your grin.

He picked up the key and held it in front of his face. A small smile took over his lips. “Is this a key to your apartment?”

You nodded. “Mmhmm. Now you don’t have to remind me to lock the front door ‘cause you can do it yourself.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys, and added yours to his keychain. “Thank you, baby girl. This is so sweet.”

“D’you like it?” you asked shyly.

He leaned across the table and gently wrapped his hand around the back of your neck to bring your lips to his. Your hands fell from your chin in surprise, but they relocated into his hair when he pressed his lips against yours.

He pulled away after a beat and stared into your eyes. “I love it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Why don’t we get outta here so I can use it?” His dark eyes were dancing.

You bit your lip. “I thought you wanted to go back to your place?”

“You’re gonna give me a key to your place and not expect me to want to use it?” He clicked his tongue and grinned. “No way.”

You returned his grin.

You quickly got up and gathered your coats. Billy threw some bills down on the table and wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you left the bar.

He guided you over to a town car, which you figured Jack was driving. Billy made sure you didn’t knock your head as you got in and also that you put your seatbelt on. He met you on the other side and he took your hand in his across the backseat once he was buckled in.

You wiggled over to him and ran a hand up his thigh.

“You sure you don’t wanna go to your place? We were at mine last night.”

He held your chin. “I’m very sure. Told you. Wanna use my new gift.”

You brushed your nose against his. “Well, you can use it whenever you want to.”

“What a sweet, sweet girl you are, Y/N.” He kissed you heatedly, and you eagerly reciprocated.

He pulled away suddenly. “I’ll get you a key to my place this weekend.”

You licked your lips. “You don’t have to.”

Billy moved his hand so he was gripping your jaw. “You silly girl. I want to.”

Your heart was thumping. “Yeah?”

“Of course. Almost can’t believe you beat me to it. You’re welcome in my home any time you’d like.”

You pressed your forehead against his. “I love you, Billy.”

He cupped your cheek. “I love you, too.”

You made out, a little messily, in the backseat during the commute. You were quite tipsy, and Billy tasted so good. He smelled so good. He felt so good. You wanted him so bad that you started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Whoa, whoa, hey.” His hands came up to halt yours.

You groaned in indignation.

He chuckled lowly. “We’re almost there, baby. And if I’m fucking you in a car, it ain’t gonna be in this one.” He kissed you hotly.

That sentence made you so wet.

You tipped your head back. “Well, which would it be, then?”

“My Rolls, obviously.”

“Obviously.” You teased.

He grinned at you.

You raked your fingers through his hair. “So, you’ve given it some thought then, hm? Fucking me in one of your cars?”

“Oh yeah, baby girl. Every time you’re in it, I think about it.”

“Hopefully your dream comes true someday.”

“I hope so too.” He captured your lips again.

When you made it to your apartment door, Billy hurriedly took out his keys. He held his new one between two fingers and kissed it, eyes on yours, and put it in the lock. You grinned. He turned it, and he wiggled his eyebrows at you as he heard the click of the lock. He took the key out and put his keys back in his pocket.

He opened the door and pulled you inside with him. Your foot skidded on something on the floor, and you lost your balance in your heels and drunken state. You squealed, but Billy caught you.

You both looked down at the floor and saw a big envelope.

“What’s that?” You asked, as if Billy would know.

“Dunno.” He said, he bent down and picked it up. He gave it to you, but you didn’t care to inspect it. You left it on the table by the front door.

“Well, all I care about right now is going to bed with my sexy boyfriend.”

“Oh yeah? Not too sore after this morning?”

You shook your head. “Nuh uh. Lock the door, please.”

He did, and then scooped you up in his arms. You happily wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you into your bedroom, where he shortly made you forget any words other than his name.

***

You only woke slightly when Billy got out of bed in the morning. You were exhausted and sated after last night’s drinking and sex and were in a pretty deep sleep. You faintly heard the shower go as you drifted back off.

You woke again when Billy kissed your cheek. “I know it’s the weekend but there’s some work stuff that I need to do, so I’ve got to head out.”

You grumbled in protest into the pillow.

He kissed your temple. “I put some water on the nightstand, and some ibuprofen just in case.”

You turned your face so you weren’t talking into the pillow, but kept your eyes closed. “You’re a nice guy.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll talk to you later, and don’t think I forgot my promise.”

You cracked an eye open. “Mm?”

“You’ll have a key to my place, baby girl. Soon.”

You smiled sleepily, letting your eye shut. “Yay.”

“Okay, sleeping beauty. Enjoy your day. And don’t worry, I’ll lock the door behind me with my shiny new key.”

Your smile grew. “Thank you.”

You felt him move away and your eyes shot open. “Hey.”

He turned back to you. “Yeah?”

“Love you.”

He gave you the smile that warmed your heart. “Love you, too.”

You slept for another hour or so, then got up to take a shower. You felt like getting an overly-expensive coffee to help with your wee hangover, so you got dressed to leave the house.

As you were putting on your shoes, you vaguely remembered that there was an envelope under your door last night. You looked for it, but it wasn’t on the floor or on the table you had in the entry way.

You furrowed your brow. You swore you almost ate shit last night slipping on it. Maybe Billy put it somewhere else for you. You pulled out your phone.

10:07am Hey, what happened to that envelope from last night? Can’t find it

You weren’t sure when he’d be able to text you back, so you pocketed your phone and left. He probably just moved it, and you’d look for it when you got back. It wasn’t really a big deal anyway, right?

Author’s note: okay it took me a little longer than i wanted to write this and be happy with it. i had a few bad days and couldn't bring myself to write any sexy times, sorry! i hope you liked it anyway

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