notyourprettyboyxo

[notyourprettyboyxo]

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[notyourprettyboyxo]

Coffee&Charcoal

modern harringrove

nsfw

“Next,” the barista called out, startling Steve from his thoughts. He stepped forward, staring blankly at the barista. He was one of the most….gorgeous men Steve had ever seen. Curly blonde hair pulled back into a bun, curling casually around a cut jawline. Steve couldn’t find words as the tongue came out between two pink lips, “anything you like?” The mocking tone brought Steve back to the present. 

“I-Sorry?” Steve asked, trying to catch the last words said to him.

The man sighed, and Steve watched as his gaze traveled up and down Steve. It took all the self-control he had to not fidget under the intense gaze, “anything you like….pretty boy?” The grin widened, shark-like, the tongue swiping along his teeth. 

Steve’s eyes narrowed at the barista, “The name’s Steve.”

“Alright….pretty boy,” the smile only got more intense, his enjoyment coming from his ability to piss Steve off.

“Flat white, thanks,” Steve said, reaching for his wallet. He may be pretty, but definitely a dick.

He had set up with his drawing book at the window seat when his coffee was dropped off to him. In lifting the drink to his lips, his eyes landed on the napkin, in a script that was far neater than he would have expected; he found a note. One that took several glances to fully realize.

        Pretty Boy, 

                The name’s Billy. 

                xxx-xxx-xxxx

Steve snorted as he folded the napkin and placed it in his bag. While his last serious relationship had been in high school, he wasn’t quite ready for anything like that yet. He wanted to focus on school and not be concerned with curly haired barista’s named Billy. 

As he prepared to leave, Steve considered the napkin. On impulse he ripped a sheet from his sketchbook and hastily wrote in slanting script;

        Billy,

                You want to see me? Come to my show on Friday night.

                9pm 342 Herring Rd.

                        Ps. Dress nice.

                        -Not your Pretty Boy-

He left the paper before he could rethink his actions. 

Steve spent the week working frantically on his final art pieces. When Steve found himself imagining the final piece, he knew he had to do it. Time be damned, but this lead to thinking about what would happen on Friday. He wondered if he’d even show. Wondering what he’d do if he did show. It was not just that though, Steve found himself thinking of those pink lips wrapped around him, Billy on his knees before him; thinking about him late in the night when Steve could take everything into his own hand.  

Something about the barista brought a desire that Steve hadn’t had for years. 

Finally, Friday night came around and Steve was standing in front of his clothes, considering what he could wear to his show that would display him in the best light. Finally settling on black slacks and a dark red button-down, Steve took a final look before leaving. He had a show to do. 

“Steve, this is great!” Nancy gushed, her grin was infectious with Jonathon nodding behind her, letting her voice opinions for both.

Steve felt himself go red as he considered the room. The show was a culmination of the last six months of his arts degree. He had focused primarily on charcoal life drawings, using acrylic to add emphasis where necessary. The effect within the room was dark, gritty and sometimes a bit more honest than Steve was comfortable showing. 

Steve thanked them and stepped away to watch the room, wine glass in hand. His eyes caught on a leather jacket. The man in question, gazing at a piece that Steve had done a couple of months ago. A four feet tall charcoal drawing of feet tangled in blankets. It was the light that had captured him, begging to be recorded. Steve made his way across the room to stand beside him, “I wasn’t sure you’d come.”

Billy turned to him, his eyes trailing up Steve, “wouldn’t have missed it, pretty boy.” his tongue darting out again. Steve found himself watching the movement. His pants getting tighter at the brief movement, “this is a foot fetishist dream though.” Billy said, turning back to the sketch. 

Steve rolled his eyes as he looked at it, “it’s about intimacy, dick.”

“So who’s the one in these then? Girlfriend?” Billy asked. 

Steve frowned, watching Billy, “no. Just…momentary companions,” he struggled to find a better term than one night stands, but that’s what they’d been.

Billy snorted, “momentary companions. Goddam pretty boy.”

“What? Is there an issue with that?” Steve asked, turning to face Billy fully.

“Would have pegged you as the type with the high school sweetheart.” Billy shrugged, walking to the next piece. A study of hands grasping the pages of a book. 

“Left that a long time ago,” Steve said, following him. “How about you, girlfriend?”

Billy actually looked at him at that, an eyebrow raised, “I haven’t been obvious enough then pretty boy? I’m about as gay as they come.”He said it with a level of finality that Steve couldn’t help but wonder if there was something behind it all. Steve found his fingers itching for his charcoal, watching the focused eyes on something other than him, made him want to sketch it and preserve it forever. 

Steve said nothing as they walked through the various artworks. He considered the man in front of him, he didn’t know what to make of him. Steve had thought it might just have been a quick fuck. But now? Now he found himself wanting more, wanting to explore who Billy was. Who he had been and who he would become. 

How the fuck was he going to do that without scaring him off? 

Steve found himself watching Billy and not watching the room. People were beginning to leave, and one internal struggle later, Steve pulled himself away from Billy and said goodbye and thank you to those leaving. It wasn’t until Billy Nancy had left, promising to call the next day, that Steve realized Billy was the only person left in the room.

“You’re something else, pretty boy.” came Billy���s voice from across the room. He was staring at Steve’s most recent piece. A blown up sketch of a coffee cup, a napkin with indecipherable writing on it sitting beside. 

“It felt necessary,” was all Steve said as he closed the doors to the gallery.

Billy turned to consider him, his gaze sliding over Steve in that calculating way that left Steve itching to move. It took him two strides and he was standing chest to chest with Steve. 

Steve hadn’t noticed, but Billy was just a little shorter than him, he had seemed larger than life before. Billy gazed up at him through his lashes, before his hand snaked through Steve’s hair and that’s where Steve’s control ended. 

He grasped the curls as their lips met, a tongue swiping for entrance. He felt consumed from the inside out. Billy was heat and tongue and everything, he was grabbing Steve everywhere, pushing him until steve’s back met a wall. Steve groaned as BIlly’s lips left him and moved to his neck. 

“Been thinking about you all week, pretty boy,” Billy said against his neck, sucking at Steve’s pulse point. He nipped at Steve’s neck, and Steve knew without a doubt that he’d have far too many bites to count in the morning. 

Steve grabbed wherever he could, his hands sliding over the leather-clad shoulders, dipping past Billy’s collar to feel bare skin again his, “I thought about you too.” he confessed, gasping as BIlly’s hand found his covered cock.

“Oh? Did you think of me as you came?” Billy whispered in his ear.HIs hand gripping Steve’s cock as he moved his hand. 

Steve’s head fell back against the wall as he nodded, “yes. Yes.” he groaned. 

“That’s what I like to hear,” Billy said as he slid down to his knees, and Steve watched in amazement as Billy undid his pants. His hands pulling Steve out of his underwear. Billy gazed at his cock like a kid in a candy shop and try as he might, Steve tried to watch but when Billy swallowed him down he almost went weak at the knees. It was all he could do to stand up straight. 

Billy’s mouth was too warm and it had been too long since Steve had felt this. It wasn’t long until Steve was tugging at Billy’s hair, wordlessly warning him. And as Billy swallowed everything, Steve just about lost it again. 

Billy stood, wiping his mouth on his hand. He grinned at Steve, his shark-like grin back, “that what you dreamed off?” 

Steve stared at him, not able to find words just yet. 

Billy leaned in closer, his mouth hovering just over Steve’s ear, “find yourself wanting more? Give me a call, pretty boy?” then he nipped at Steve’s ear before turning around and leaving the gallery. 

Steve watching him go, trying to piece together all that had happened. 

He was so fucked. 

[notyourprettyboyxo]

Sightless 3/?

Fandom - Marvel Cinematic Universe

Pairings - Steve Rogers x Reader, James “Bucky” Barnes x reader

Warnings - blind reader, mentions of assault and torture

Summary :

After escaping from Hydra, you take your place in the Avengers Tower, living amongst Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.

An Agent of the fallen SHIELD, you fight against the effects of Hydra as you tried to right yourself after months of capture.

Upon meeting the famous Captain America and the Winter Soldier, you found yourself intrigued by more than just survival.

Chapter one Chapter two

A/N -- I have been writing scenes from the two different points of view, let me know if the overlapping narrative is annoying or doesn’t work! Also. There is a scene with Bucky in the next chapter!

----Cap-----

“Mr. Stark, there is an individual downstairs asking for Agent Barton.”The voice of JARVIS interrupted Tony halfway through his sentence.

Tony narrowed his eyes before shrugging, “guess that I’ll be right back….nobody should know that you’re here.” He said, nodding to Clint.

Steve glanced over at Clint who was watching Tony leave in confusion, “nobody knows I’m here,” he said aloud to no one in particular.

Sam shrugged, “maybe it’s just coincidence.”

“Agent Barton, Agent Romanoff, Mr. Stark has told me to tell you that there is someone by the name of Ace looking for you,” JARVIS said over the speaker. Clint stood up so fast his chair tipped over.

“Nat,” he choked, “it can’t be.” Steve’s eyes widened as he saw the vulnerability on two of the world’s most renowned assassins. Before he knew it they were gone. He looked at the others in confusion.

“What just happened?” he asked, trying to piece together the brief show of unexpected emotion.

“Probably some old friend,” Sam said, leaning back in his chair folding his hand behind his head.

Fifteen minutes had passed before Steve heard the elevator open. He pushed off the counter, coffee in hand, “What was all that about?”

Natasha and Tony walked out, his eyebrows rising when he saw the redness around Natasha’s eyes. They were all sitting down again when Clint came through the elevator, his eyes were rimmed in red.

“What happened?” Steve asked when all were sitting but no one was saying anything.

Natasha took a deep breath before standing, grasping the back of her chair she made eye contact with each of them, “there will be someone staying with us for the foreseeable future. If any of you have anything to say or disagree then we will be having a private word.” The threat obvious in her voice, her glare fierce. It wasn’t often that Steve felt fear, but at that moment a cold shiver of fear slid its way down his back.

“Who are they?” Sam asked, looking between Clint and Natasha.

Natasha glanced at Clint as if looking for permission but Clint answered instead, “my sister. We thought she was lost,” he took a deep breath, his voice becoming thick, “I mean. We were told she was lost in the fall of SHIELD. She’s back for however long she needs. She goes by Ace.”

“That’s a call for good news, right?” Sam said joyfully, “She’s back now, all is fine.”

“She was kept as a Prisoner of War since the fall of SHIELD up until now,” Natasha said flatly. Steve drew in a sharp breath, eight months as a prisoner of Hydra, the methods they employed could break the steadiest person.

“She’s welcome here. Let us know what we can do.” Steve said in the following silence.

Natasha nodded at him gratefully, mouthing a thank-you as she sat down. She gestured to Tony to continue the meeting. He cleared his throat before nodding, continuing the meeting from where he’d been before the interruption, “as I was saying before... there have been reports of a vigilante in Hell’s Kitchen. Known as the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.”

The next day, Steve had been asked by Dr.Cho to come down for blood tests, Cho had been attempting to identify singular components of the serum, components that could be used to create medicines and help others.

On the way, Steve was overviewing reports from outlying SHIELD agents; not looking where he was walking when he ran into another body, “oh I’m sorry, I should have been watching where I was going.” He reached out to steady them.

She shook her head, her head turned in the other direction,  “No, I should have noticed. I’m trying to find the elevator but must have gotten turned around.”

“You just need to take the next right and you should be there soon. I’m Steve Rogers.”

He put his hand out towards her but she hadn’t seemed to notice.

“Thanks, nice to meet you, Rogers.” She said walking down the hall, one hand on the wall. Steve watched her go, confusion clear on his face. She had been wearing a SHIELD uniform. Maybe an outlying agent coming for treatment? He shrugged it away, continuing on his way.

Later he was leaving the elevator with Bucky, “Y’know Buck. Did you see how shaken Natasha and Clint were?”

Bucky shrugged, he’d been with the Avengers for six months now, Steve had found him two months after the fall of SHIELD. He was still acclimatizing to the time and social nature of this time, “Seemed personal.”

“Yeah. Have you seen this Ace person at all?”Steve asked, pulling coffee from the cabinet in the communal kitchen.

“No, probably staying in Clint’s room,” Bucky replied, his head whipped around and he tensed as the elevator door opened. As Clint and Natasha walked out he relaxed, still getting used to the constant amount of people but in a space without no threat. It had been an adjustment.

Steve grinned at them, “how’s it going?”

Natasha walked over to them as Clint walked through the room as if looking for something, “you haven’t seen anyone in here have you?”

Steve shook his head, “just Bucky and I.”

“JARVIS said she was here,” Clint said, walking back to them.

A quick glance around the room proved as such, “Did you look on the balcony?”

Clint’s eyes widened, “of course she’d be out there.” He turned and left without a word. Back minutes later with the same girl Steve had seen down in the med bay.

“Птичка, you can’t go off like that,” Natasha said, walking towards her. She narrowed her eyes at Natasha.

“Nat, I’m not glass. You know that. JARVIS told you where I was.” You had a kind voice. Natasha sighed and stepped away.

Clint placed a hand on her back to get her attention, “Ace, this is Captain America and the Winter Soldier.”

Steve smiled at her, “we met earlier in the med bay.” She put her hand out towards him to shake and he took it, shaking it briefly, “Just call me Steve and my grumpy pal over here is Bucky.” he said gesturing beside him.

---Ace---

“Ace, this is Captain America and the Winter Soldier,” Clint said, his hand turning you slightly.

The kind voice from the med bay earlier spoke, “We met earlier in the med bay.” You stuck your hand in his direction, hoping that he hadn’t done that. You could have extended your consciousness but you were out of habit and too exhausted for much more today.

The kind voice took your hand, his larger than yours, but he hadn’t shaken your hand too hard, “just call me Steve and my grumpy pal over here is Bucky.” You gave a small smile to the left of Steve.

“Nice to meet you both, I’m Ace. Thank you for allowing me to stay here.” You stepped away from Clint. You needed to show a level of independence.

“It’s all good Ace. Natasha and Clint didn’t offer us much of an option.” Steve said you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Did you threaten them?” You asked, turning back towards Clint.

“We’d made you a promise,” Clint said as a way of explanation. You sighed and turned back to the two men.

“If me being here is an issue, I can leave.” You said.

“No. No. Don’t do that, you’re staying here. We have too much space as it is.” Steve said, insisting, an unexpected hand placed on your shoulder and you reacted without thinking, pulling it forward and twisting to get leverage. You caught yourself just as you were about to push.

You let go quickly and stepped away, raising your hands in front of you. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking”

You heard him stand up, clearing his throat he said,, “It’s all good.” there was a tone of confusion in his voice.

“You’re blind.” Came a voice from beside Steve, the one you guessed was Bucky. It was low, husky, it sounded like it wasn’t used to speaking.

You turned towards him and nodded, “I am.”

“Oh shit.” Came from Steve, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have touched you.”

You shook your head, “no. I shouldn’t have reacted that way.”

He didn’t say anything, it was how it always was. Once they found out that you were blind, they treated you differently. Reacted differently to everything you did. You sighed, turning back to Clint, “should we finish the tour?”

Clint’s hand settled on her back and he tapped a response, ‘we’ll leave’. You nodded gratefully and followed when he led you out, “Nice to meet you both.” You said as you reached the elevator.

“You should have seen Steve’s face Ace,” Clint said, finally letting out the laugh.

“Nice twist,” Natasha said, clapping you on the back.

You sighed, “this is going to go really well isn’t it?” but you couldn’t help but smile a little at their laughter.

“Steve was so surprised! Oh, Ace. This is going to be fun.” Clint said laughing.

“Yeah yeah. It’ll be great.” You said sarcastically, walking out when the doors opened. No idea where you were. But upon entrance, you could sense a large cavernous space.

“Oh Птичка, it’ll be fun.” Natasha said following you in, “anyways this is the training center.” You followed her into the room space. You’d have to come back when you were less exhausted.

“Can we start tomorrow?” You asked, wanting to start feeling in control again.

Clint responded, “yes, of course. We’ll start on the basics.”

“Thank you.” You said, giving him a small smile, “I think it’s best if I go to bed now.”

“Oh yeah, okay. Sounds good.” Clint responded and you followed him to the elevator. Quickly going to his floor and saying your goodbyes to the two as you went to your room.

-- Cap --

“You’re blind,”  Bucky said from beside Steve. Steve shot a look to Bucky, about to berate him for being so rude, just as she responded.

“I am.” Ace said, now looking at Bucky...No. Looking in the direction of Bucky. She’d followed his voice, but Steve saw now that her eyes weren’t focussing on him.

How couldn’t he have seen it before? “Oh shit. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have touched you.” Steve found himself speaking before he’d even thought about his words. Her reaction to his hand on her shoulder made even more sense now. She hadn’t been expecting it and she was a SHIELD agent. Trained to react on contact.

Ace was shaking her head, “no. I shouldn’t have reacted that way.” Steve didn’t know what to say, he ran his hand over his face, trying to find the right words for the situation when Ace looked to Clint, “should we finish the tour?”

Clint hadn’t said anything in the exchange, his narrowed eyes had watched Steve’s but at her words, he nodded; gesturing to Natasha, he placed a hand on her back and together they left to the elevator.

Steve watched her go, “nice to meet you both,” she called back as they reached the elevator. Steve was about to respond but the doors had closed and you were gone.

He turned to Bucky, “blind? How didn’t I see that?” He asked, putting his head in his hands.

“She never made eye contact. Only faced you once you said something.” Bucky said, placing a hand on his shoulder, “she took you down pretty good though.” He said, and as Steve looked up he saw the grin on Bucky’s face.

Steve let out a laugh, “yeah. Yeah, I guess she did. Nat won’t let me forget about that one for a while.”

Bucky snorted, “not at all.”

Sighing he eyed Bucky, “don’t act all cocky. You couldn’t even say a word.”

“I didn’t have to, you said quite enough for both of us,” he said, laughing.

“Fuck off Bucky,” Steve grumbled, walking away from the still chucking Bucky.

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[notyourprettyboyxo]

Sightless 2/?

Fandom - Marvel Cinematic Universe

Pairings - Steve Rogers x Reader, James “Bucky” Barnes x reader

Warnings - blind reader, mentions of assault and torture

Summary :

After escaping from Hydra, you take your place in the Avengers Tower, living amongst Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.

An Agent of the fallen SHIELD, you fight against the effects of Hydra as you tried to right yourself after months of capture.

Upon meeting the famous Captain America and the Winter Soldier, you found yourself intrigued by more than just survival.

Chapter one 

After going up a couple of floors, you and Clint stepped off, Natasha and Stark continuing on. “Here we go, I’m on the thirty-second floor, Stark has a voice control system set up so you can ask J.A.R.V.I.S. to get you here. Nat is on the floor above mine. We’re all given separate spaces.” With that you followed him a couple of steps to a door that opened for him, he called out, “J.A.R.V.I.S. allow Ace access to my rooms please.”

A robotic yet seemingly kind voice responded, “Affirmative Agent Barton, miss Ace will be given access.”

You walked into the room, your hand along the wall, “Thank you, you can call me Agent Ace please, or just Ace.”

The voice responded, “Agent Ace it will be.”

Nodding, you followed the feel of Clint’s footsteps until you were behind him, “here is the bathroom if you want to shower. There should be everything there, we can get you new clothes soon, I’m sure everything of yours is gone now hey?” You simply nodded, and he walked past you back towards the door, “okay...I’ll try and be done as soon as I can….but with you here, I’m sure Stark will have lots to discuss.”

You walked towards him, “is it okay that I’m here?”

“It is more than okay, and if they have an issue they can bring it to Nat and I. You are not going anywhere.” The strength and promise in his voice set a calm inside you and you nodded, “I’ll be back. Get settled.” and then the door shut behind him and you were alone.

You showered, taking your time as you tried to feel clean. Months inside Hydra left your skin crawling, you needed to feel at home in it again. You took a towel from a pile and realized that you might need Natasha to cut your hair again. Your wandering took you to Clint’s room as you searched for something to wear, digging through the top drawer, knowing that where he kept his pajamas, you managed to find a shirt and pajama pants, while didn’t exactly fit, at least they smelled nice and were comfortable.

You fell back on Clint’s bed as you tried to reason through everything, or even plan what to do next. But S.H.I.E.L.D. was gone and you didn’t know what your next mission was. Through all your worrying, you fell asleep, the adrenaline of the last two days finally running out as exhaustion set in.

Pain. The pain was everything. You couldn’t feel anything else, all senses deadened. Laughing. Reality blurring with fiction.

“Ace!” A hand at your shoulder, your arm shot out your body’s instincts following it. Your arm wrapped around the assailant's neck, you pulled back, your legs wrapped around their waist. It took you a couple of seconds to realize that it was only Clint.

You let go instantly, dropping to the ground, you felt shame wash over you, “I’m sorry.” you whispered.

Clint’s arms draped over your shoulder as he pulled you own to sit beside him, “nightmare’s? You were screaming.”

“I...yeah.” You couldn’t offer much more, you didn’t want to weigh him down with what Hydra did to you, that’d only make him feel worse.

“It’s okay. It happens to all of us.” He ran his fingers through your hair as you tried to calm down, “I talked to the rest of the team, you’re staying here for the foreseeable future. You can train with us, but for now, you’re not going on missions.“

You stilled at that, “I can do missions.” standing up you turned to face him.

“Right, sure. You’re dealing with severe PTSD right now. Lets through you back into attacking Hydra.” His sarcasm hit you where it hurt.

“I’m fine.” You ground out, taking a step closer.

Clint caught your fists in his, knowing what would come next, “You’re not. Even without the issues, you haven’t trained in months. You need to get back up to standards.”

You knew the truth in his words, as much as you didn’t want to admit it. So instead you pulled away and left the room, needing space from your overprotective big brother. You had only gotten a couple of feet before he pulled you back into his embrace.

“C’ mon Ace, let's get you back up to standard then we can approach it. Plus just give me some time, I just got you back.” the shame-filled you again, your own pride had gotten in the way of seeing his own pain. Clint’s pain came from losing you and finding you were okay now, but only after they’d let you behind….you needed to think of him.

You relaxed in his embrace, “okay….I can do that.”

Clint placed a kiss on the top of your head before relaxing his arms a bit, “okay. Tomorrow you’ll go for a full work up, make sure everything's okay, and then we’ll get you some clothes. There’s another room in this suite so you can have it if you’d like.”

You nodded and Clint led you to another room just across from his, as your hands touched the blankets, you realized how tired you were, “what time is it Clint?” you asked.

“It’s about seven pm ish, you slept for a couple of hours after the meeting. But you likely need more rest. Sleep and I’ll be in the next room.”

Saying goodnight you climbed beneath the covers, hoping that you wouldn’t have nightmares.

You couldn’t feel anything, there was no physical presence, nothing but the shocks and hits they inflicted upon you. You couldn’t tell where they were coming from. No way to prepare.

You woke up with a start, covered in sweat. But you couldn’t sense anyone with you, meaning Clint didn’t wake. Sitting up you rubbed your eyes, even if you couldn’t see visually, they still reacted to facial expressions and stimulus. The only difference you were ever told was the unnatural paleness to your eyes, which sometimes set people on edge. Hesitantly you called out, “J.A.R.V.I.S. what time is it?”

“Agent Ace, it is currently 5 am.” the voice responded.

“Is Agent Romanoff or Agent Barnes awake?” You asked, climbing out of the bed.

“Agent Romanoff is awake”

“Thank you, JARVIS.” You said, creeping from the room, your hand along the wall. Hoping that Clint wasn’t wearing his hearing aids so that he wouldn’t be able to tell you were gone.

“My pleasure, Agent Ace,” JARVIS responded.

You followed the wall out the door and to the elevator where you asked JARVIS to go to Natasha’s floor. After stepping off the elevator, you knocked on the door, hoping she’d open.

“Ace?” The door swished open and Natasha greeted you, ushering you inside.

“Hi, sorry. Couldn’t sleep and JARVIS said you were awake and I couldn’t just sit there.” you started rambling when a chuckle came from Natasha.

“I understand. Did you want to see if I have anything for you to wear? Clint might want his pajamas back eventually.” You nodded sheepishly and followed her to her room. You stood still as you heard her rummaging around in her closet.

“What do you want? I have a standard S.H.I.E.L.D. suite here that you might feel best in.”

“Yes, yes that please.” You said quickly, gathering the familiar material in your hands, “do you might if I just change here?” you’d come to realize over the years that other people saw nakedness differently than you did, you simply didn’t recognize the big deal, but much of that may have come with having sight.

“Go ahead Ace, you’ve done it before,” Natasha said a smile in her voice.

You nodded gratefully before changing into the comfortable bodysuit. You sighed once it was on, already feeling better in your own skin. “Thanks, Nat.”

“Anytime Птичка. Now sit, I’m fixing your hair.” She pulled you so that you were sitting between her legs as she took scissors to your hair, “let's get this back into shape. Then when everyone's awake we’ll go down to the med floor and make sure everything is looking fine.”

You murmured in agreement, feeling safe at the hands of the world-famous assassin, it didn’t seem like long before she was brushing the hair off and pulling you up. “Coffee?” you nodded and followed closely behind.

After being placed on the couch with a cup of coffee built exactly the way you liked it, Natasha began the questions, “I need to know everything that happened, Птичка. I know you didn’t tell Clint.”

You considered her words as you sipped the coffee, “What do you want to know.”

“What did Hydra do to you?” She asked.

“What does it matter? It’s done now,” you said, turning to face away.

“Please,” you could hear the plea, “I need to know.”

You caught your tongue between your teeth as you thought. “You cannot take any of this on. You cannot risk your safety for it.”

You could hear her teeth grind from here, “Fine.”

You steeled yourself for a second before letting out a breath, “a lot happened….general torture of PoW’s, I wasn’t the only one. They had a sensory deprivation tank where I went a lot, they’d get you unexpectedly there. They took a lot from the enhanced agents, blood and samples. I guess hoping to replicate something. Nat, you’ve been captured by enemies, you know what happens.”

“Yeah….yeah I know what happens.” you could hear the sadness in her voice.

“Don’t pity me.” You snapped, feeling anger rise.

“I’m not! I just know what it’s like.” Natasha said, not rising to your anger, usually, it was the two of you in a battle of stubborn will, with Clint trying to keep the peace.

“Then you’ll know I don’t want to discuss it.” You finished, sinking back onto the couch, you were still so tired.

“I understand, Птичка. I’ll drop it.” Natasha said.

You let the silence span, enjoying the quiet solitude and just enjoying the coffee. But then a thought came to mind, “will Clint know I’m here?”

“We can get JARVIS to tell him,” Natasha responded before speaking out, “JARVIS, please let Clint know Ace is in my room when he wakes up.”

“Will do Agent Romanoff,” the voice responded.

You nodded, another thought hits you, “Clint said there was a team here? Anyone, I know? I didn’t hear anything about Hill and Fury.”

Natasha was quiet for a minute, “Hill joined Stark here and Fury….Fury is doing his own command right now. Otherwise, you met Tony Stark. There’s Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America, Bruce Banner, Sam Wilson, and Bucky Barnes, sometimes Thor comes by.”

You hadn’t met them, but you recognized Steve Rogers and Bruce Banner, after hearing Natasha speak about them after the first attack on New York, “and they’re fine with me being here?”

Natasha scoffed, “doesn’t matter, they don’t have much of a choice.”

You let out a laugh and was just about to respond when the door opened.

“Ace, you can’t just wander off like that,” Clint said, walking over.

You sighed, this was going to get old quick, “you told me where Nat’s room was, plus you were notified as to where I was.” Clint didn’t respond, just grumbled as he went to get coffee. He came back and sat between you and Natasha, forcing you to move your feet onto his lap.

“Yeah, yeah. Fine.” He muttered as he took a sip of his coffee.

“Clint, we’ll go to see Cho after your done your coffee. They should all be up by now.” Natasha said. Clint only grunted in affirmation.

You sighed and leaned back, content in this space and in this moment.

It wasn’t long before you were following Clint and Natasha out of the suite and into the elevator, going down a couple of levels until arriving in a place that smelt like sanitizer.

Dr.Cho was a nice enough person, she took you to the back room for an exam while Clint and Natasha waited.

“Did they break any bones?” She said, running her hands along her limbs feeling for abnormality.

“I think they got the right forearm, I barely remember it, I think I was kept under meds in that time.” Cho took that arm and checked it over.

“From what I can tell, it seems it was set properly, you haven’t noticed any residual pain?” She asked.

“No, not that I’ve noticed,” you replied, flexing your arm to test.

Next, her hands went to the wounds on your face, the ones from the electrodes, “the most I can do is help the healing process, there will still be minor scars.” she gave you a shot to speed the healing and help the scarring. “I’ll run a full body scan and find you later with the results.”

You nodded, expecting as much. “Other than that,” she said, “you seem alright to go. If you notice any pain, come back here.” you thanked her and left the bay, finding your way back to Natasha and Clint was harder you expected. While you’d noticed the other person, you hadn’t been paying enough attention to notice they were right in front of you. Upon collision, however, you did.

“Oh I’m sorry, I should have been watching here I was going.” said a kind husky voice. Their hand reaching out to steady you.

You shook your head and stepped back, “No, I should have noticed. I’m trying to find the elevator but must have gotten turned around.”

“You just need to take the next right and you should be there soon. I’m Steve Rogers.”

“Thanks, nice to meet you, Rogers.” You said distractedly already walking away, more anxious than anything to find Clint and Natasha, you didn’t notice Steve’s hand out to shake or the look of confusion that he gave you when you didn’t shake it. Taking the right, it didn’t take you long till you were back with Natasha and Clint.

“Everything alright?” Clint asked, leading you towards the elevator. You nodded, half listening as he continued to discuss clothing plans, “I think it’s best if Natasha goes out for clothes. Is there anything you want?”

He tapped your back to get your attention, “Oh….sorry, I’m not sure,” you said absently.

“Everything okay?” you heard the concern in Clint’s voice.

You shrugged and tried to smile, “it’s fine. Just tired.”

“Okay….maybe it’s best if you go have a nap.” Clint said, stopping the elevator at his floor, “you go sleep and I’ll come back in a couple of hours.”

You nodded, stepping off the elevator and after hearing the doors close behind you, you slid down the wall. Your head in your hands as memories from the past months began to come back. They were hazy, moments here and there. You had thought you’d been aware of the passage of time, but things were starting to come back.

Half-remembered white rooms, the smell of antiseptic both familiar and terrifying. The smell of burning flesh, quiet instances of no pain, too medicated to care about the world around you. Fingers dragged across your stomach as pressure encircled your throat and wrists.

You struggled to remember as trying to hold onto the memories only pushed them farther away. Your breath became harder and harder to intake. Panic filling your chest as you tried to remember what was done to you. You couldn’t remember anything that had been done to you.

You needed to leave. Get out. Feeling trapped in this hallway. “JARVIS. I need air.” You gasped, pulling yourself up the wall, hearing the elevator coming. As the doors opened, you pulled yourself in and leaned back against the wall as the doors closed.

“Continue forward please Agent Ace. The door to the outside is across the room. Currently, there is a clear pathway straight forward.” The voice of JARVIS spoke as the elevator opened. A wave of relief washed over you as you heard the instructions, with steady steps you reached the door; pulling them open you felt the wind on your face. You continued forward until you felt the barrier beneath your hands.

The wind whipped your hair around your face. The wind brought a level of calm that you hadn’t experienced in ages. With a sigh you sat down, breathing in and out as you brought yourself down from the panic attack.

Chapter 3 

Tags : @butteryoptimisticpeanut   @superl-awesome

[notyourprettyboyxo]

Sightless 1/?

Fandom - Marvel Cinematic Universe

Pairings - Steve Rogers x Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes x reader

Warnings - blind reader, mentions of assault and torture

Summary :

After escaping from Hydra, you take your place in the Avengers Tower, living amongst Earth's Mightiest Heroes.

An Agent of the fallen SHIELD, you fight against the effects of Hydra as you tried to right yourself after months of capture.

Upon meeting the famous Captain America and the Winter Soldier, you found yourself intrigued by more than just survival.

It was eight months since Hydra was revealed within S.H.I.E.L.D.

Only two days since you had been able to escape Hydra, having been taken captive after you arrived back from a two-month-long mission, not knowing all that had been revealed. Because of your closeness with agents Romanoff and Barton, better known as Black Widow and Hawkeye, you had been taken as a Prisoner of War, tortured for your knowledge on them and their mission.

You hadn’t known where they were.

When you’d joined S.H.I.E.L.D., having been recruited from an orphanage along with many others, there was uncertainty to who would train you, or even if you were capable of being trained.

A genetic mutation had left you born without sight. You read the world within the connections and impacts of those around you, reading waves through sound or contact. It wasn’t until Hawkeye had vouched for you, saying he would train you from then on. He became for all purposes your brother, while his deafness and your blindness often caused some strange ways of communication, you were family. This grew to include Natasha Romanoff when she and Hawkeye had become permanent partners. Between the two of them, your training had come to outshine your classmates and you excelled through the ranks causing you to be known as Ace, later becoming your name when you gave up your birth name. You weren’t involved in the Avengers Initiative placed by Director Fury, you hadn’t been highly ranked enough for that, so you began solo missions while Clint and Natasha were invested in other things. This worked for a while.

At least until Hydra took over and S.H.I.E.L.D. was over, you had been sure that they’d come for you, but then it was a month….then two….and then six and you knew you had to find your way out. It had taken two months to plan it. Hydra was taking no chances with you, you’d been chained to a chair in the middle of a cell, electrodes attached to you provided shocks when you didn’t answer questions correctly; this was often.

You’d lived like that for months. Exhausted, dehydrated and malnutrition, you were at your breaking point and when a chance came to escape, you took it. In one of the rare times, you were unchained from your chair, you took advantage of the brief window of alone time and managed to strangle the guard through the cell door. Taking his keys as he went down, you unlocked the door and took his gun. Taking care of anyone in your path until you managed to get out.

That was two days ago, and here you were, standing outside of Stark Tower. You had to assume that Clint and Natasha were in the building, only those with a high enough level knew they’d been working with Tony Stark and Steve Rogers on the Avenger’s team. If they weren’t here, you didn’t know what you’d do. You hadn’t heard what had happened to Director Fury or Maria Hill and hopefully, that meant that they were bunkered down somewhere.

Steeling yourself for the upcoming confrontation you walked forward through the doors into Stark Tower.

The busyness of the main floor immediately sent you into overdrive. Backing yourself against the wall you struggled to gain a level of control over your breathing. You couldn’t remember the last time you were in a space with this many people alone. From what you could there were several simply passing through on their way out or in and from the direction, you could pinpoint the reception desk. Walking determinedly in the same direction you stopped when you sensed the barrier.

“Can I help you?” A cheery voice asked from your left.

“I’m looking for Clint Barton.” You said, turning to face where the voice was coming from.

“Please follow me.” The cheery voice dropped, taking on a serious tone as the owner walked away.

It had been hard to describe how your mutations had come to be, you tried to explain how you experienced the world to Clint one night over supper. Explaining how the impact of physical objects together created something recognizable and tangible to you, you could extend your consciousness through physical connections. This aided when having to sense movement on missions in other rooms and lessened how much your blindness disabled you. Through these mutations, your hearing was vastly improved over the norm, helping you in fights when you could feel the shift in movement and anticipate through sound and movement where the next punch would come from.

In this, you followed the impact of the owner's feet across the floor, past what you assumed was security guards and into an elevator. Passing twenty floors before stopping, following the footsteps out of the elevator and into a room, you were told to wait, and then the person left.

It wasn’t long before the door opened and another person walked in. You’d found the chair and table in the room and the chair across from you scraped across the floor. They didn’t say anything, so you waited.

Barely five minutes had passed before the person said, “What are you doing in my tower looking for Clint Barton? Who told you to come here?” it was a smooth voice, one where proper pronunciation had been taught, where one could tell the status of the individual form the voice alone. So this was Tony Stark.

“Mr. Stark, I am looking for Agent Barton and Agent Romanoff, I promise you that they will want to see me.” You folded your hand in front of you on the table. Hoping you appeared confident. You didn’t even know what you looked like, usually, Natasha dealt with that, making sure your hair was reasonable and kept as low maintenance as possible, but that was ten months ago. You had no idea what you looked like know, but even thinking back to the fights with the Hydra agents and the general roughing up they did while you’d been captured, you were sure it wasn’t pretty. You’d washed your face when you got a chance and searched for cuts, but there was a chance you’d missed something, you were pretty out of it.

“See here’s the thing. Since the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D., you’re not the first person to come looking for them, give me a reason as to why I’d even notify them if they were here.” His voice sounded hard like he believed you to be a part of Hydra.

“I was captured by Hydra upon my arrival from a mission after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. I managed to escape two days ago. I cannot prove to you the nature of my relationship with Agents Barton or Romanoff but I can promise you that if you tell them Ace is here then they will want to see me.” You let out a breath when you heard his chair pulled back and the door opened.

It took less than five minutes before you heard them.

“Let me in there Stark,” Clint commanded, your heart leaped when you heard his voice. There was a large part of you that was sure you’d never hear it again.

“Not until I’m sure she’s not Hydra. J.A.R.V.I.S. is scanning her now.” Stark said and you started, glancing around wildly you tried to sense another person but there was nothing in the room. Your heart started to beat harder as you took steadying breathes to try and center yourself.

“Stark. I like you but if you don’t move, I will end you.” Came the light voice of Natasha Romanoff, the last thing that many heard before she took them out.

Stark must have backed off with that as the next thing you heard was the opening of the door, your confusion earlier had left your back to the door and all you heard was the sharp intake of breath before the arms of Clint Barton closed around you.

“Oh Ace, is it really you? I thought you were gone.” You clutched him back, feeling his tears on your shoulder, you found yourself crying as you hugged him. He was your family, he was your everything. Clint pulled away after long moments and took your face in both hands, he didn’t say anything as he just looked at you, finally placing a kiss on your forehead as he backed away sniffing.

Next came Natasha who placed one hand under your chin, “what happened to you?” She runs a hand through your hair and scrubbing something off your face.

At her words, reality set in place and you took a step back. Your back against the wall, “you left me.”

You couldn’t see what passed between them, but when a hand came to touch your arm you slapped it away, “No! The fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. and you don’t even notify me!? I was captured when I got back. That was eight months ago! You know what they do to captured agents.” Your chest was heaving and you were yelling and it was like a dam burst and you slid down the wall, hiding your tears and face behind your hands.

Someone kneeled in front of you, they placed their hand on your knee and you didn’t try to stop them, “We were told you were gone.” came the quiet voice of Natasha, and you could hear the pain in her voice. They had grieved the loss of you.

“We didn’t know what else to do, Ace. We trusted the source.” Clint’s broken voice came from beside you and you felt him settle on your right sight. His hand finding yours as he took your hand. His fingers tapped against your palm in morse code, please ‘forgive us. We love you.’ You let out a hiccup as you tried to smile. ‘Never apart?’ You tapped back on his palm. He only squeezed your hand in a promise.

“You both know that I don’t like when you talk in morse code.” Came the exasperated voice of Natasha, you couldn’t help but give a small smile at that, it was a constant thorn in her side that you and Clint communicated this way. It had been necessary for the early days when he didn’t have his hearing aids or simply chose not to wear them now. You couldn’t understand sign language for obvious reasons and he couldn’t always hear you. Tapping had grown to be the best option, Nat had never had a use for it, coming to their lives too late to experience Clint without his hearing aids.

You grasped Clint’s shoulder and pulled him close and blindly shot a hand out to Natasha who leaned forwards when you pulled. Gathering them in for a hug you let out some breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Natasha’s arms wrapped around you as she pulled you close, “you’re with us now Птичка.” The term of endearment lifting your heart, it had been too long.

You stayed in the same place until a cough brought you back to reality. Pulling away you turned to where the cough came from, though you could have sworn you heard a quiet sniff that didn’t come from Clint. “As much as I hate to break this up Barton, Romanoff, we were in the middle of a meeting upstairs and we should get back to it.” It was Stark, you didn’t know if he had been there the entire time but couldn’t find yourself caring.

A loud sigh came from beside you and Clint stood up, his hand on your shoulder, “come on, let's go up.” he pulled you to your feet. You wiped at your face to get any evidence of your breakdown away but a light touch stopped you.

“I got you,” Natasha said, running her hands through your hair and again trying to scrub something off of your face, you winced when she touched where the electrodes had been and she stilled. “Forgive me,” she whispered as she pulled away.

You didn’t know what to say but felt Clint’s hand press on your back, leading you forward and out of the room. “We have a meeting to get to, but you can stay in my suite, it should be done in an hour,” he said, leading you through the hallway and to an elevator.

You nodded, feeling grateful that he knew you so well, you didn’t want to see anyone else now. Now that you had found your family, that was all you needed, that and maybe a shower.

Chapter two 

[notyourprettyboyxo]

Gatsby - 1

Pairing(s): Billy x Steve

Warning(s): currently none

Summary: Billy Hargrove wanders into Steve Harrington’s bookshop in this modern AU.

A/N Not quite sure where this is going. I will get back to my regular posting soon though, summer classes have been taking my time.

Steve looked up at the creak of the floorboards and saw the broad shoulders first that he followed to a well-defined Adam's apple and a jawline that could cut glass. Steve stood and set his book down, a smile blooming on his face, “Hi, welcome to Upside-Down Books.”

A throaty chuckle sounded from the man, and he ran a hand through the blonde curls on the top of his head, “thank you,”

“Let me know if you need anything,” Steve said, watching the stranger. He looked like someone directly off Wall Street, one of those bigwigs with lots of money and not a lot to say to Steve, the owner of the small bookshop.

“I will, thank you.” Came the low voice before the man wandered away and out of sight.

He’d only had a quick look at the man but he reminded Steve a  character from the book that Steve was reading right now, The Great Gatsby by F.Scott Fitzgerald.  Something about the man screamed of a businessman and Steve’s mind brought all the romantic aspects of a shady past with darkroom dealings and a fabulous car. His imagination brought more magic to his life than reality tended to, Dustin always said he was more entrenched in the clouds than real life anyway.

Before he knew it, the man, Steve would now call him Gatsby, was standing in front of him, a book in hand. Steve flushed in embarrassment, “oh sorry, just that?” Meeting Gatsby's eyes he couldn’t breathe, his fingers brushing Gatsby’s as he took the book from his hand, he looked away, coughing.

“Yes, just that please.” The low timbre of his voice sent a shiver down Steve’s spine and he couldn’t look back up, his embarrassment already evident on his face. Steve scanned the book in and saying the price he passed the machine to Gatsby. Still actively avoiding looking at him, he quickly bagged the book before holding it out, chancing a look.

He met the blue eyes of the man he called Gatsby and he watched as his eyes crinkled in what was the smallest smile before he took the bag from Steve’s hand, their fingers brushing again, “I hope to see you again.” said Gatsby, the smallest quirk of his lips suggesting more than Steve was hoping to believe. Gatsby was out the door before Steve could even figure some way to respond.

[notyourprettyboyxo]

Bookstore AU with Harringrove?

Going to try for a sneak peak tonight!

[notyourprettyboyxo]

16. You are the reason why I’m such a fucking mess!

Pairing(s): Billy x Steve

Warning(s): internal homophobia

Request?  @blueseasandchestnuts  -  Harringrove, 16 or 17, whichever you prefer pls? :)

Word Count: 1k

Summary: Steve can’t stop dreaming about Billy.

Enjoy!

He hadn’t slept properly for weeks. Every time he closed his eyes he saw Billy Hargrove. It had started with nightmares, Billy’s face hovering above his as Billy’s fists came down onto his face, but eventually - and Steve didn’t know when - they morphed into billy’s hands grasping Steve’s face as he straddled Steve’s hips.

So he hadn’t slept, waking up soaked in sweat with a raging hard-on. He didn't...he did, he wanted to sleep, but he only woke up again and had to take it in hand to even try to get back to sleep. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t. Tonight it hadn’t.

So here he was, couple six packs in the trunk and a couple of swiped cigarettes from his dad’s study, not that he’d miss them. Steve wanted to feel numb and if had to, he’d find some type of self-medication to get this stupid obsession under control.

It had gone into his reality too, he found himself watching the blonde curly-haired man more often. Seeing how his muscles flexed under the t-shirt that he wore sometimes. How his hands were delicate around a cigarette and the sharp wit and even sharper tongue. Steve was doomed and he knew it too.

He leaned back against the hood of his Beamer. He was at the quarry, somewhere he could drink without danger of being caught. He’d already finished a couple of beers and was feeling pleasantly buzzed. Duran Duran playing from the speakers of his car, cigarette in hand. He couldn’t be better. Now if he could just stop thinking about fucking Billy Hargrove. That fucker.

As if his thoughts had summoned the devil, the familiar roar of the only Camaro in town broke through the night, headlights showing not long after. The Camaro pulled up beside the Beamer and in all his glory, Billy Hargrove stepped out, one cigarette already in his mouth.

Steve stared at him, his mind slowly comprehending the reality of what was happening. Billy was here, here. At the Quarry. When it was only the two of them. It sounded like the start of a bad porno.

“Harrington.” Billy nodded, walking to the edge of the quarry and looking off.

“Whatchu doing here Hargrove?” Steve asked, his words slurring together in an attempt to appear sober.

“Isn’t the Quarry open to anyone?”  he quirked an eyebrow at Steve.

“Not to you.” Steve ground out. His hand taking the cigarette out of his mouth.

Billy turned around to face him, “And why’s that Harrington?” his eyes narrowed to watch Steve’s. His posture setting and his arms flexing, as if gearing up for a fight.

Steve pushed off the car and took a step towards him, “You’re not from here Hargrove.”

A cruel bark of laughter erupted from Billy, much to the surprise of Steve, “Yeah no shit Harrington. Is it that type of observation why they called you King Steve?” Billy leaned forwards, as if preparing to pounce. His tongue coming out to snake along his bottom lip.

Steve dropped the cigarette, crushing it under his heel, “You don’t belong here Hargrove.” He looked up and Billy’s eyes were alight with a manic glee. He wanted a fight, and Steve in all his inebriated state was willing to give him one, “Though from what I heard, you had no choice but to come here.”

Billy’s eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching as he took in Steve’s words, “Why the fuck would I want to belong to some backwater hick town anyways?”

Steve chuckled, “at least it was small enough that little old daddy could keep at eye on you.” the words felt like fire, a burn that Steve swallowed gratefully. Needing something to make him feel alive in that moment as he before fought for numbness, now he wanted to exist.

“Fuck you Harrington.” Billy spat, stepping forward.

“Too close to the truth hey Hargrove?” Steve tried to take a step forward, but his balance was off and he wobbled as he almost fell, “what? Daddy keep to much an ey-” his back slammed into a hard surface. He grunted as the impact reverberated through his body.

“You don’t even know what the fuck you’re talking about.” Billy’s face was too close. His mouth mere inches from Steve’s. His eyes filled with a burning anger.

“Don’t I?” Steve smirked and Billy’s forearm came up to press on his neck.

“What the fuck’s wrong with you, Harrington?” Billy snarled, his arm pressing hard against Steve’s neck.

Steve snarled and slammed his hands against Billy’s shoulders, “You’re what’s fucking wrong!”

Confusion crossed Billy’s face, “What?”

Steve continued as if he hadn’t heard him, “you’re just. Fucking over there all tan and blonde and what the fuck man? I haven’t slept in fucking weeks! And it’s all your fault! You are the reason why I’m such a fucking mess!”

A grin crossed Billy’s face as he stepped closer to Steve, “you been dreaming about me Harrington.”

Steve’s chest rose and fell as he tried to control his belabored breathing, “Why do you care?”

Billy brought a hand up and placed it on the car beside Steve’s head so that he was leaning, “maybe I’ve been dreaming about you too.”

Steve’s eyes widened as he stopped breathing, he looked in those ocean blue eyes for any hint of a joke, any lie but he saw nothing but honesty, “You better not be fucking with me Hargrove.” he fisted his hands in Billy’s jacket and pulled his forwards, slotting his mouth against Billy’s.

Billy’s hand wound its way through his hair, grasping and pulling as he fought Steve for some sense of dominance, “Wouldn’t dream of it.” Steve grinned and lost himself in the heat and overwhelming presence of Billy Hargrove.

[notyourprettyboyxo]

17. Please don’t cry. Do anything but cry

Pairing(s): Billy x Reader

Warning(s): death, angsty

Request? Anon : “ I requested the California vacay can you do it with number 18? The do anything but cry one. 

Billy and reader go to California for spring break?”

Word Count: 624

A/N I made myself sad with this. Oops. I also went with 17? Assuming you meant that one anon! 

Enjoy!

You and Billy have been in California for only a couple of days, you were here for Spring Break, you’d gotten the tickets for him as a late birthday gift and he couldn’t have been more excited.

You stepped out of the airport, one hand in his and shielded your eyes from the sun, “So we’re here,” you glanced over at the man beside you, he was shifting from foot to foot, looking more nervous than you'd ever seen him, “What’s wrong?”

“Can we do something first?” he asked, gripping your hand harder.

Giving him a small smile, you nodded, “What’d you have in mind?”

“I want you to meet my mum.”

Your eyes widened, meet his mum? You weren’t dressed and you were all gross and smelt like an airplane, “Oh Billy, we can, but can I shower first?”

He shook his head before pulling you to the first taxi, “she won’t mind.”

Billy wasn’t one for words, and even less now. You followed him to the taxi and sat beside him as he quietly gave directions to the cab driver.

He stopped outside a cemetery.

Shame ran through you, his mother was dead? Billy had never said anything, “Oh Billy.” You said, grasping his hand.

He shrugged and got out of the car, you followed him and stood back as he stopped in front of a grave with the Virgin Mary carved beside the name:

                                                   Mary Hargrove

                                                     1941-1975

                                                  Beloved mother

“Hey mum, I want you to meet y/n” he sank to the ground and you had to stand back to keep your composure, “she actually surprised me with tickets, but it means I get to see you sooner than I thought. You’d like her mum, she’s kind and caring but if I upset her, which you know I do. Oh man, mum is she ever upset! You’d love her.”

Billy looked back and held his hand out for you to take, you sat down beside him as you tried to keep it together, “so mum, this is y/n. Y/n this is my mum, Mary Hargrove.”

“Hi Mrs. Hargrove, I...I love your son. So much. Thank you for bringing him into this world.” You sniffed and wiped at your eyes, trying to stop the tears, “he’s caring and soft but has such a hard time showing the world. But I love him. I would have loved to meet you.”

You buried your head in your hands, and BIlly pulled you close “Come now, love, please don’t cry. Do anything but cry, because if you cry, I’ll cry and no one wants that. I’ll be all red and splotchy and it’ll be awful.” He let out a chuckle and you hiccupped as you laughed.

“Shut up, Billy.” you swatted his arm.

“She wouldn’t want you to be sad.” He said, pulling you to your feet, “mum we’ll be back later, I gotta get my girl settled. We’ll be back soon.” He kissed his hand and touched the top of the grave. His eyes tearing slightly as he pulled you towards the front of the cemetery.

“It’s been ten years, it was a car accident.” He said quietly, his hand in yours as you walked towards the hotel. It was close enough that you hadn’t needed a cab.

“I’m sorry Billy, I had no idea.”

“How could you? I never told you. I don’t like talking about it.”  He said, giving you a small smile and squeezing your hand, “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”  

You breathed deep and then smiled, “Okay. I...we’ll go back. Okay?”

Billy grinned, the smile finally meeting his eyes, “definitely.”

[notyourprettyboyxo]

Prompts!

I thought it would be easier for you guys to request if you had these prompts. If you don’t know if i write Imagines about a Character/person just ask. If you request something, it would be good if it had a little bit of a plot you know? 

Prompts:

  1. “I wish i’d  never met you.”   2. “I love you.”   3. “Please don’t hurt me like this.”   4. “You’re breaking my heart.”   5. “Leave! Get the fuck out!”   6. “You know, you really are a total asshole.”   7. “I just want you to kiss me.”   8. “What are you doing here?”   9. “Did you know that I’m totally in love with you.” 10. “Don’t you dare say another word.” 11. “What do you mean you’re leaving?” 12. “I should’ve stayed in bed.” 13. “Give me my beer or else.” 14. “You said you would never hurt me.” 15. “Babe, no more showing up at my front door when your not sober.” 16. “You are the reason why I’m such a fucking mess!” 17. “Please don’t cry. Do anything but cry.” 18. “You’re my everything. Literally.” 19. “I can’t do this anymore.” 20. “Get the fuck away from him/her!” 21. “Stop looking at me like that!” 22. “All i ever wanted was you to be honest with me! Was that too much to ask?” 23. “Leave me alone.” 24. “We’re done.” 25. “You did this all for me?” 26. “I think that you’re just afraid to let someone near you.” 27. “I beg you to look at me.” 28. “Why me? Why did you choose me?” 29. “Say it! Come on, say it!” 30. “Stop attaching it to me if you’re the one who started it.” 31. “You cheated on me?” 32. “Don’t you fucking dare leaving me!” 33. “If you walk out of this house, you don’t need to come back!” 34. “Let’s get out of this shithole. Run away with me.” 35. “I’m begging you not to leave me.” 36. “What are we?” 37. “I think you’re the worth it.” 38. “I begged you to want me, but you didn’t want to.” 39. “I look at you and see the rest of my life in front of my eyes.” 40. ”I’m much more when I’m with you.” 41. “If I did anything right in my life it was when I gave my heart to you.” 42. “Only you can give me that feeling.” 43. “I wish I had the power to ignore you like you ignore me.” 44. “I saw that you were perfect, and so I loved you. Then I saw that you were           not perfect and I loved you even more” 45. “I realized I was thinking of you, and I began to wonder how long you’d been         on my mind. Then it occurred to me: Since I met you, you’ve never left.” 46. “You look good in my clothes.” 47. “Since the day I met you, you’ve been on my mind.” 48. “Take it back! Take it back and tell me you didn’t mean it!” 49. “Stop running away from your feelings.” 50. “You are the love of my life.”

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12. Can you just fucking kiss me?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove

Warnings: kind of nsfw...ish. reference to abuse.

Billy and Steve share a smoke at a party.

Prompt from @hargroovin

Tagging those who voted for Harringrove prompt. Sorry if you didn’t want to be tagged!

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Something about Billy Hargrove lit a fire under Steve Harrington’s skin. Usually, that fire was anger, a smoldering burning hatred for the feral blonde, the other half though? That was another story, it was something Steve would only recognize when the lights were out and his hand was down his pants.

From the tight denim to the very yankable curls, Billy Hargrove was sex incarnate, and he knew it too. He strutted around tongue out, a verbal lashing prepared for anyone in his path, this was usually Steve.

Since November though, Billy hadn't touched him, Steve couldn’t even goad him to fight, no matter how he tried, but his words cut across his soul. Pretty boy, a name Hargrove had taken to calling him, turned Steve on as much as infuriated him. While Steve was never touched by Hargrove, it didn’t mean he was left alone, BIlly’s taunts chased him through the halls, the sharp words passing pink lips, followed by a tongue that made Steve stop breathing.

He could never talk about this attraction though, who could he tell...well only Nancy would care that he wanted to bone the local bad boy, especially after he’d cracked a plate over his head? She’d institutionalize him with good reason of course.

So Steve kept it in, no matter how much he wanted to see Billy fall apart beneath him or down on his knees with his pretty pink lips wrapped around Steve’s cock. No, he kept that inside, started avoiding showering after practice so that he wouldn’t have to see a very naked, wet BIlly shamelessly walking around the locker room. Not that he had anything to be ashamed about.

He needed to forget about Hargrove really, he just needed to get laid, probably. Then this would all go away, and he could get back to despising Hargrove.

Spring Break was starting that weekend and Tina would use any excuse to hold a party, this wasn’t an exception. The promise of free booze and mediocre dancing isn’t what drew Steve to the party, it was the promise of many people. More people than just Hawkins, he could finally find someone who could make all the stupid reactions to Hargrove go away.

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Steve Harrington was a flirt, not only that, he was a confident flirt. He could charm the pants off of anything he liked, anyone he liked, this was known by most of the female population of Hawkins. Once, Steve Harrington, had his sights set, you were done and you never even realized it was happening, not the girls had any complaints.

At least not that Billy Hargrove had heard. There was a part of him, a part that he ignored and pushed aside with the help of beer and nicotine that envisioned a day when Steve Harrington might use that infamous charm on him. Not that that would ever happen, which is why the alcohol and nicotine.

The pretty boy with the fluffy hair who never planted his fucking feet. Billy usually was able to ignore him or to catch the fire in his eyes that made Billy feel alive. Steve Harrington was Billy’s breath, the fire that kept him going, he’d die before he ever admitted it though. So he his behind sharp words that he wielded like well-honed swords, parrying with the brunette, anything to feel alive.

Billy knew he liked boys, had known for years, the only reason they left California was that Billy had made the mistake of blowing a guy in his Camaro and Neil had recognized the car and gone to investigate. That night hadn’t ended well, his shoulder was still messed up. He couldn’t do that again, couldn’t pull that side from Neil, all he needed to do was keep his eyes away from the gorgeous ass and strong jaw of Steve Harrington. This was proving to be a useless task, all logical thought left Billy when he saw Steve, something primal and needy came forward and took over, felt the need to fight and prove who he was to the other boy. Keep in his sights and never let him forget about Billy.

Which is why he was here, at a party that he hadn’t really felt like going to, but he had heard that Steve was going to be there, and if Steve was there? Well, Billy was too. Drowning his sorrows in almost endless beers, his kegstand king record was safe, apparently the only other was Steve King Steve. How Billy would have loved to see strong dominant Steve who ran the school. Who took no shit from nobody. But this Steve was different, he was soft but willing to fight, he no longer aimed to be King anything.

Billy was leaning against the side of the house, cigarette in hand. He had to leave, Steve seemed on a mission tonight and Billy had watched him turn on the charm with a random girl, it made something in Billy’s chest hurt. Something he didn’t even want to think about, so he left to take a smoke.

He hadn’t been out there long when none other than Steve Harrington walked around the corner. His eyes widened when he recognized Billy, his hand coming up to run through his hair. Billy wanted to see if pulling that hair was a turn on for him. Billy nodded, “Harrington.” he muttered around the cigarette in his mouth. He’d had too much to drink to think of any ways to bother the other boy.

Steve eyed him warily before nodding back, “Hargrove.” and standing five feet away, he pulled out a cigarette and Billy was fascinated. He’d never seen the other boy smoke, and how the cigarette fit so naturally there….Steve looked hot as hell.

“Do you have a light?”

Billy was pulled from his watching by the voice and he takes a second to even think about what was being asked. A light? He nodded,”yeah, yeah here,” he pulled his Zippo out of his pocket and flicked it open. Forcing Steve to stand beside him to get a light.

“Thanks.” Steve said after taking a drag, “must have left mine at home.”

Billy felt himself grinning, “no worries pretty boy.” Steve rolled his eyes and didn’t answer Billy wanted more, “Problems with the lay, Harrington?” Billy snarked.

Steve looked at him, his brown eyes meeting him with a narrowed glance, “What the fuck are you on about Hargrove.”

“That chick you had in there. It’s obvious. You just want your dick wet.” Billy grinned, his tongue running across his teeth to feel the sharpness there, something to ground him.

Steve paused, “Yeah so?” Billy hadn’t been expecting that, caught off guard no answer he just stood there, mouth open until Steve smirked at him, “Bet you weren’t expecting that honesty.”

“You’ve definitely had too much to drink if you’re talking like that,” Billy said finally, inhaling deeply from the cigarette, he exhaled and watched the smoke float into the night air.

“You’ve had too much, you’re being practically civil,” Steve said, meeting Billy’s eyes.

“You’re expecting too much pretty boy,” Billy muttered, looking away.

“Sex is sex, Hargrove. If I want it, I can get it.” Steve said, the confidence showing in each word.

Maybe it was the booze or the calming reality of the nicotine, but Billy stepped closer to Steve and asked, “and do you want it?” his voice dropping an octave.

Steve’s tongue appeared between his lips, the visible swallow as he stared at Billy, “That was the goal, Hargrove.”

“You’ve come to the right place then,” and Billy took a step closer, his chest practically touching Steve’s. He could feel the heat running off of Steve, see the light red tinting his cheeks.

“Have I?” Steve asked, taking his cigarette from his mouth and dropping it to the ground. He met Billy’s eyes and stopped moving.

“Only if you ask nicely,” Billy said, his lips inches away from Steve’s, the grin evident on his face.

Steve’s eyes narrowed,  and before Billy could respond Steve had one hand wrapped in his hair and was pulled him closer, a fire lit in his eyes, “I don’t do nice Hargrove, can you just fucking kiss me?” and Billy pushed forwards, his lips meeting Steve’s.

[notyourprettyboyxo]

Bonfire

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove

Warnings: NSFW, PTSD, swearing, referenced abuse

Words: 5K (and counting)

It's been five years since the events of season two. Steve has moved on with his life, he never expected to run into Billy Hargrove who has grown since that fateful night all those years ago.

Chapter 3 now on AO3

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Summer Days - 8

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x HendersonSister!Reader

Steve Harrington x HendersonSister!Reader (platonic)

Warning: Mentions of abuse, swearing

Word Count: 1.6k

You were spending the summer with your brother in Hawkins. Your first time back in the small town for the last nine years. You were done school in California and just looking for some fun. You didn’t count on your ex, who’d moved away last year, to be there though.

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It wasn’t long until you were standing by the quarry, “This is just sad.” you muttered, your hands on your hips.

Billy let out a laugh, “Everything in this town is.”

“Then why stay? You’re eighteen aren’t you?” you asked, hopping up to sit on the hood of the Camaro.

“I need money. I wasn’t allowed to get a job until a week ago.” He said, coming to join you on the hood.

“Neil?” you asked, he only nodded as he pulled out a cigarette he offered you the pack and you took one with a rueful smile, “always the gentleman.”

Billy snorted, “only to you princess,” the use of your old nickname made heat gather in your stomach. How easy would it be to forget the last year hadn’t happened? To go back to where you were before he left. To be in love...not like you ever really fell out of love though, you knew you’d always love him. You’d accepted that months ago, but then months ago you thought you’d never see him again. You never expected to sit under the stars with Billy Hargrove again.

“You’re working then?” you asked, holding out the cigarette, Billy pulled out his trusty Zippo lighter and with a practised flick he lighted the end. Taking a drag you sighed with contentment, something about the night air, the familiar cigarette and the heat of the man beside you calmed all the chaos inside of you.

He took a long drag before answering you, “yeah...I know enough about cars. I was able to get a job at the mechanic here.”

You couldn’t help but smile, “that’s great right? You even talked about being a mechanic back in California.”

“I just want to leave princess. There’s nothing for me here,” his eyes had a far off look, like he’d given up.

“What are you going to do then?”

“I was going to go back home,” he said quietly.

You knew where home was. Home was San Diego, the beach, his mother's resting place. Home used to be you. You didn’t know if it still was...or even if you wanted it to. Reaching down you placed your hands beside his on the hood. Only the edge of your fingers touching, “then come home.”

He turned to look at you, his eyes searching your face for any sign of indecision. He swallowed thickly before speaking, “I’m not sure where my home is anymore.”

Sliding your hand a little, you interlocked your pinky with his, “home...home can be us.”

Billy took a shaky breath, his hand running across his face, “you’re only here for two months, baby.”

Your heart beat was wild in your chest. Maybe this was an awful decision. Starting things up again with Billy? Especially only being here for two months? Seeing him again had brought everything back and seeing Billy tonight had only cemented in how much you still love him.

“Then come back with me.” you found yourself saying the words before you could even think through the situation. Was Billy coming back with you such a bad thing? He was old enough, he didn’t have to live with Neil anymore, it’d be the best situation for the family. You hadn’t wanted to live in dorms again anyways. You’d already talked to your father and he had planned to put you up in one of his rentals for the year anyways, so you had a place for you and Billy.

Billy’s hand grasped yours tightly, “Do you mean that?” You could see the emotion in his eyes, you were offering a place that wanted him, someone who wanted him.

“I...yes. Yes Billy I do.” you said quietly, not looking away from him. With eyes bright with tears, he brought a hand up to your cheek and cupped your face, slowly he lowered his face to yours, his lips met yours in a sweet gentle kiss that spoke more than he could have ever said.

He pulled away, you didn’t acknowledge when his other hand scrubbed across his cheeks. Removing any evidence of his earlier tears. “End of August?” he asked after a couple of minutes of silence.

“I get the apartment on September 1st.” You said, threading your fingers through his, “I think I’m leaving on August 29th. I was just going to take a bus back.”

“We can take the Camaro if you want.” Billy said, his thumb brushing across the back of your hand.

“Let’s do that.” you said, smiling softly at him.  You got a smile from him in return, all evidence of any strong emotions vanished from his face.

Billy jumped off the hood and stretched. As he pulled his arms over his head your eyes went directly to the flash of skin at his abdomen. He grinned as he followed your eyes, “Like what you see, baby?”

Your mouth was dry, the words stuck in your throat as you tried to figure some explanation to your watching. Billy’s grin widened as you fought for words. Two steps brought him directly in front of you.

Reaching out he put both hands on your waist and pulled you forwards until you were almost chest to chest with him, your legs on either side of his hips. One hand buried itself in your hair, tangling itself in your curls. He tilted your head upwards and your lips parted as you met his eyes, his pupils wide with want.

You couldn’t think, all logical thought telling you that this was a bad idea went out the window. The heat and familiar scent of him burned through you, he knew exactly what you liked, and he knew it too. The smug bastard.

He buried his nose in your neck, kissing, mouthing and sucking at the skin. “Your mine baby, all mine,” his whispered words sending shivers through your body.

With a singular movement, he met your lips in a heated kiss. Your mouth opened against his as you fought him for dominance. One hand threading through his blonde curls, the other gripping the front of his leather jacket. He growled against your lips as he pushed you back against the car. Pulling away momentarily he climbed on top of the car to hover over you.

Your hooded eyes watched him, a small smile graced your face as your brushed a hand against his cheek. He closed his eyes, relishing in the gentle touch, “You’re mine.” You said, pulling on one of the curls that had fallen down.

He licked his lips and nodded, “I’m yours.”

The light caught your watch and momentarily you noticed the time and the late hour, “Fuck fuck fuck.” you said, sitting up. Billy pulled back, just quick enough so that you didn’t knock heads.

“What?” he growled, annoyed at the interruption.

“I need to be home before twelve.” You said, pushing on his shoulders for him to get off.

He grabbed your wrist, “What’s this Cinderella shit? You never had a curfew before.”

You frowned at him, “Not a curfew, but Steve leaves at twelve and I need to be home for Dustin.”

Billy’s eyes narrowed at the mention of Steve Harrington, but reluctantly got off you and stood up, he ran a hand through his hair as he nodded, “I’ll give you a ride home.”

You smiled gratefully at him, “Thanks Billy, we’ll continue another time okay?”

He grinned and pulling your wrist, he brought you into his arms. With a single practised move he pushed you against the side of the Camaro, his entire body against yours. You could feel him against your thigh, “deal.” Then he pulled back and you felt colder than before.

He left you there as he got in the driver's seat and you needed a moment to get your body under control. No matter how much you wanted to stay, you needed to go home. With a shake of your head you entered the car. Foot on the pedal and music loud Billy tore through the quiet streets of Hawkins, bringing you in front of your house quicker than you thought possible.

“Thanks Billy. I’ll see you soon.” You said, taking off your seatbelt, you leaned across the console to lightly kiss him, he brought a hand to deepen the kiss and with a laugh you pulled away, “I’ve got to go.”

He wrinkled his nose in displeasure but nodded, “soon?” he asked.

You nodded, getting out of the car, “definitely soon.”

He nodded and you closed the door to the car and he was off. Tearing down the street, the roar of the Camaro unusually loud in the quiet night air.

With a laugh at his expense you entered the house, turning on the lights as you went, entering the kitchen just as Steve was leaving.

“Oh! Y/n. I didn’t hear you come in.” He stepped back and grinned.

“Sorry yeah just got here.” You said, shoving your hands in your pockets.

His eyes travelled down your face to your neck and you had to stop yourself from covering them. You knew Billy loved to kiss your neck, loved to see the hickeys and marks that he knew were from him. You’d had a rule for nothing visible before, but that’d been forgotten now.

Steve’s jaw clenched as he saw the marks, then he met your eyes, “did you...have fun?” he said slowly.

You narrowed your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest, “I did, what’s your issue?”

In a moment, all previous evidence of his displeasure disappeared as he shrugged, he looked away, “Nothing. I should go anyways,” he pushed past you, only to stop at the door and nod, “See you later y/n.” he muttered and the door was closing before you could say anything else.

You let out a loud sigh, and with a roll of your eyes at his behaviour, you went up to bed. It had been quite the night.

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Bonfire - 2

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove

Warnings: referenced abuse, swearing, nsfw

Summary: It’s been five years since the events of season two. Steve has gone on with his life and he never expected to run into Billy Hargrove who has grown since that fateful night all those years ago.

Words: 1.7k

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Steve got home around four in the morning and tried to sleep again, he managed two hours before he was up again. The nightmare’s as raw as the day they’d begun, seeing Billy and with the upcoming anniversary of the incident didn’t help. He woke up instantly, rigid as a board and he had to work to unclench every muscle in his body. A headache had formed from clenching his teeth for the last two hours.  

Steve sighed and sat up, he ran a hand through his hair and looked at the clock. It was only six thirty in the morning. Fuck. He needed coffee if he was going to make it through the rest of the day on only four hours of sleep in total.

He filled his day with errands, getting groceries and cleaning. Something he’d been putting off for a couple weeks but he couldn’t help but hope that maybe he wouldn’t be coming back here alone and for that to happen, he needed a clean apartment.

Before he realized it, it was almost seven and he should have already been getting dressed. He was swearing as he dug through his closet for something to wear. Bet Billy wasn’t putting as much thought into this as he was. In the end, he put on a pair of tight-fitting black jeans that he knew made his ass look great and a dark red sweater. It was October after all.

He looked over his hair quickly, good enough. It was already 7:45 and it took at least a fifteen-minute walk to get to the bar. Quickly grabbing his coat he ran out the door.

He was late. Only five minutes but Steve had always prided himself on being on time. “Hi sorry I’m late. Lost track of time.” He sat heavily down across from Billy, shrugging out of his coat he sat back and looked at the man. He was dressed in a dark blue button down, only the top two buttons undone instead of the first five like in high school. The color made his blue eyes pop even more and Steve felt a pull in his lower abdomen. Fuck this man was attractive.

Billy smirked at him, “It’s fine. I got you a beer, but I can get you something else if you want.” he gestured to the bottle in front of Steve.

“A beer is great.” Steve gave him a small smile as he grabbed the drink. Something to wrap his hands around instead of fidgeting with them.

Billy ran a hand through his hair and cleared his throat, “I…thanks for coming tonight. I wanted to apologize for what happened years ago.”

“Why now?” Steve asked leaning back, his eyes narrowing as he stared at him.

“I haven’t seen you for years….and I…started therapy to handle the anger,” he said the second part so quietly that Steve almost didn’t hear but his eyes widened on their own accord.

“My dad was a manipulative asshole who took his anger out me and after that night Max made me realize I was turning into him and with her help I was seeing someone without Neil knowing,” Billy said it all without taking a breath like it was hard for him to even get the words out and Steve wouldn’t have been surprised if it had been the hardest thing he’d done. Billy wasn’t known for being honest or even open but something about that night years ago made him realize that he was on the wrong path.

Steve didn’t know what to say to the admission but it seemed like BiIly wasn’t looking for anything as he continued, “So I just…wanted to say I’m sorry. My anger shouldn’t have been taken out on you and it was wrong of me.”  

Billy looked at him through those fucking long lashes of his and Steve’s breath was caught in his throat and all he wanted to do was kiss him. He had to push the feeling down and deal with the matter at hand, he found himself nodding, “I forgive you. It’s all in the past now. You seem like a different person than the Billy Hargrove I knew in high school.” Steve reached out and put a hand on top Billy’s, which was resting on the table. He wasn’t expecting the heat to rush through him at the touch of his skin and from the widening of Billy’s eyes, he’d felt it too.

Billy cleared his throat and Steve pulled his hand away, his mind reeling, “I’m trying to change.” Billy said quietly, his hand going to wrap around the beer bottle, a blush was creeping up his neck.

Steve gave him a small smile, “I can see that.”

Billy met his eyes and one side of his mouth was up in a smile, Billy Hargrove had changed. He’d never seen anything resembling an actual smile on the man’s face. Then Billy was asking him about school and life and one topic blended into another and without realizing it hours had gone by until Billy looked at his watch and swore.

“Fuck. I’m sorry I have to go, my shift starts in a half hour.” Billy stood quickly and Steve glanced at the clock it was 11:30. Where had the time gone?

“You’re working tonight?” Steve was able to keep most of the disappointment out of his voice but apparently, some got through.

Billy looked down at him, “Yeah…weekends the best pay.”

Steve nodded, made sense, it didn’t keep the disappointment away though, “You walking?” Steve asked, standing up beside Billy. He hadn’t realized he was so close and when Steve stood his chest brushed Billy’s and he saw the man swallow hard.

“It’s only a couple blocks away. I figured I would.” Billy shrugged not meeting Steve’s eyes.

“I’ll walk with you,” Steve said and followed Billy once he’d nodded his acceptance.

They walked together in silence for a while until Billy said, “So we just go back to not seeing each other after this?”

Steve didn’t say anything for a minute, he didn’t want that. He wanted to see Billy again, something about this new Billy made him want to explore and discover, he hadn’t felt that way since Nancy. “I hope not.”

Evidently, that wasn’t the answer that Billy was expecting as his head shot up and he stared at Steve in almost muted shock.

Steve almost laughed at the look on his face, “What?”

Billy looked away again and even in the dark Steve could see him getting red, “I didn’t…I didn’t think you liked…”

Ahh. That’s what this was about. Steve shrugged, “I like boys and I like girls.”

Billy linked his hands behind his head, “wasn’t expecting that. Part of me always thought you were queer Harrington.”

“You’re not entirely wrong,” Steve said, a crooked smile on his face.

Billy looked at him, studying him, “guess not Harrington.”

The bar was just around the corner and Steve was sad to see that the walk was shorter than he thought, he enjoyed his time with Billy. Something he’d never expected to say.

They were passing the alley when Steve found himself pulled to the side and pushed against the wall. Billy’s mouth was on his and Steve’s hands grasped at the man. Heat shot through Steve as he kissed Billy Hargrove, it was all tongue and teeth, nothing refined. Slopped and hot as hell. Steve’s arms grasped Billy’s shoulders and pulled, trying to get closer to him.

When they broke apart both were gasping. Billy’s pupils were blown wide with lust as he stared at Steve, his lips swollen. Billy leaned his forehead against Steve’s, the blue eyes filled Steve’s vision, “I’ve been wanting to do that since high school.” Billy whispered.

Steve’s eyes widened, since high school? That was… five years ago. “Not bad Hargrove.” he laughed as he brushed a finger across Billy’s cheek.

“Guess I should take you on an actual date hey?” Billy asked before kissing Steve slowly.

Pulling away Steve gave him a lazy grin, “Gotta wine and dine me before you can get in these pants.”

Billy’s eyes flicked down and he seemed to lick his lips unconsciously, “I think I can do that Harrington.”

“See to it you do.” Steve pushed away from the wall, missing the body heat of the other man instantly, and reached into his pocket and took out a notebook. He scribbled his number on a piece of paper before handing it to Billy, “here, call me and we’ll organize it.”

Smirking Billy took the paper and carefully folded it and put it in his pocket, “will do. I’ll see you soon Harrington.”

He gave Steve one final look that did things to his insides before leaving, he was almost to the corner when Steve found himself calling out, “Hey Hargrove!” Billy turned around, an eyebrow quirked, “call me Steve.” and Billy let out a loud laugh before nodding. He lifted his hand in farewell before turning the corner and disappearing.

With a sigh, Steve leaned back against the wall. A date? With Billy Hargrove? There was something about the man that made Steve want him more. More than just a casual fuck. He wanted to see what made him tick. He pushed off the wall and started his way home.

It wasn’t long before he was home, lying in his bed and dressed in only his boxers. His mind couldn’t help but drift to the events of earlier that night. The way his body had pressed against Steve’s made him want more. Steve reached down and pulled himself out of his underwear, letting out a sigh as he wrapped his hand around himself. He thought of Billy’s lips and what they’d look like wrapped around his cock, Billy on his knees pretty pink lips stretched as he took Steve to the hilt. Steve thrust into his hand, imagining he was fucking Billy’s face. HIs hand wrapped around the blonde boy’s curls as he brought himself closer and closer to the edge. Just the image of Billy on his knees for Steve was too much and Steve was arching his back and letting out a gasp as he came in his hand.

Fuck he hadn’t done that in a while.

Getting up he cleaned off his chest before laying down, maybe he’d be able to get some actual sleep tonight.

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6. Why are you tugging on my hair?

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Prompt from @hargroovin 100 Writing Prompts

Words: 366

Summary: Billy doesn’t like sitting still.

It was a gorgeous day in Hawkins, Indiana. The sun was high and the sky was as blue as could be, but you were stuck inside. The beautiful June weather only serving to aggravate you as you studied for your final exams. It didn’t help that the ‘study’ date with your boyfriend, Billy, wasn’t exactly studious.

“Babe, come on.” Billy groaned from your bed, he was hanging off the side of it. His constant need to be in motion only served to annoy you right now.

“You do know we have finals next week right? Next week?” You were sitting at your desk despite his constant pleadings to join him on the bed. Once you did that, you knew you’d never get anything else done.

“Exactly! We have a week!” Billy’s excited voice only made you roll your eyes and when you turned back to retort you were met with the sight of him almost somersaulting off the bed. Why he wasn’t a gymnast you had no idea.

“Not what I mean B.” you groaned, but you couldn’t help but laugh, his foray into gymnastics only made his hair more curly than it already was.

“We could go for a drive? Take a break?” He crossed the room and draped his arms over your shoulders.

“We won’t come back if we leave.” You rolled your eyes, his behaviour almost childlike, but you loved it. The fact that he was comfortable enough with you to just act? That was great.

“Please?” He grabbed a lock of your hair and tugged.

“Why are you tugging on my hair? Stop.” you brushed his hands away and stood, “If I say yes...can we get ice cream?”

The smile he gave you was bright, “definitely.”

“You have yourself a deal, Hargrove.” You grinned, winding your arms around his waist and pulling him close, “seal it with a kiss?”

His smile was the only answer as he pressed his lips to yours, one hand on your hip and the other in your hair.

You pulled away slowly, “now come on, I want ice cream.”

His laughter followed you two out of the house.

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Summer Days - 7

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x HendersonSister!Reader

Steve Harrington x HendersonSister!Reader (platonic)

Warning: Mentions of abuse, swearing

Word Count: 1.5k

You were spending the summer with your brother in Hawkins. Your first time back in the small town for the last nine years. You were done school in California and just looking for some fun. You didn’t count on your ex, who’d moved away last year, to be there though.

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Spending the day with Dustin meant talking about the current Dungeons and Dragons campaign. Something you could do only for so many hours before you had to beg off, but Dustin hadn’t cared, Steve was apparently coming over soon anyways, turns out it was a babysitting evening again.

It wasn’t until six that you heard the knock at the door, opening it you met the eyes of Steve, “I’m starting to think you’re stalking me Harrington.” You said sarcastically, but stepping aside to let him in.

“I’d be a lot more subtle. I have the stealth of a ninja.” He grinned at you, his stupid hair falling in his eyes. Dustin came running down the stairs, his shout of Steve bringing the attention away from you. With a shake of your head, you went back to the book you were reading. Only an hour till you saw Billy, your stomach was in knots, the very idea of seeing him made you nervous. What was he going to say? What were you going to say? You still weren’t sure if you wanted to start a relationship. You’d begun to get over him in California, but seeing him all over again had brought all your old feelings back.

It was over an hour till another knock came from your door. Reaching the door before anyone else could grab it you pulled it open to reveal Billy.

He gave you a nervous smile and rubbed the back of his neck, “Would have been here earlier but I forgot you were related to the Henderson kid. Didn’t know where his house was. Had to call Max to find out.” he let out a small laugh.

Your eyes softened and smiled a little, “it’s okay. I didn’t realize I hadn’t told you where I lived.” Stepping back to allow him inside, “I just need to tell Dustin I’m leaving. Steve is here to watch him for the night.” You explained.

Billy didn’t say anything but you saw his fists clench. Probably at the Steve comment, he could get over himself.

“Hey Steve, Dustin! I’m heading out. See you later,” you called, unsure where they were. Hoping they heard you, you pushed Billy to get him out of the house and you went to his car.

“Coming Billy?” you asked, now sitting inside his car. Licking his lips, he nodded. His nervous ticks peeking through the supposedly calm exterior.

He started the car and with some show of restraint he drove with some respect to the speed limit. His hands clenched tight around the steering wheel. Rock music played over the speakers filling the car.

“So Billy. What are we doing tonight?” you asked, opening the window and letting the breeze in.

“Neil heard you were here. He said I should bring you for supper, heading there now.” that explained the nervousness. Last time she’d been around Neil she’d ended the night by yelling at him for his comments towards Billy. But that was almost a year ago, maybe he didn’t remember.

“This’ll be great.” you said sarcastically, feeling nervousness settle in your gut. He let out a soft laugh at your comment and nodded.

He pulled up in front of an unfamiliar house, “Your house?” Billy nodded and got out of the car. He tended to shut down when around Neil, only responding when spoken to.

He pulled the door open and you followed him in. Neil and Susan greeted you soon after you had entered, “Y/n.” Neil said in greeting, holding his hand out to shake yours.

You nodded coolly, “Neil.” then looked to Susan with a smile and went for a hug, “Hey Susan,” she smiled at you. Some part of you understood her, falling in love was hard, but Billy wasn’t Neil and you didn’t understand how anyone could love him.

“Billy didn’t tell us you were here, had to hear from Maxine.” Neil said, his gaze shooting to his son.

“I got here less than a week ago, didn’t tell anyone I was coming, didn’t even know you were in Hawkins actually.” You responded, meeting his eyes.

“Billy, you didn’t tell her?” He narrowed his eyes at his son who was standing behind you, his hands in his pockets. Billy’s shoulders tensed.

“It doesn’t matter now does it?” You stepped in front of Neil, meeting his eyes. You’d never been scared to stand up to him, especially after you found out what he was doing to Billy.

His gaze went from his son to you, he seemed to want to say something but then Susan touched his arm saying supper was ready. He nodded and turned without a word.

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You sat at the dinner table, across from Susan and beside Billy. You didn’t know how to handle the situation, on one hand you wanted to comfort Billy but on another you weren’t dating and he seemed in the habit of taking and leaving now. Which didn’t fly with you at all. In the time you’d known him you’d either been too young to date or you’d been his girlfriend. Both of which weren’t true now, this was an entirely new situation. Seeing him at the party had been hard, but you’d also had too much to drink and that never ended well for either of you, no matter if you’d been together or not.

During the entire meal Billy had maybe said three words, all in answer to Neil’s terse questions, while you’d tried to keep up conversation it was difficult when you were the only one really talking. Talking to Neil only made you angry, his consistent biting comments aimed towards Billy. So you tried to talk to Max but she wasn’t the most talkative either, soon enough supper ended and you were helping Susan bring the dishes to the kitchen.

“It was easier when you were around.” Susan said once they were out of earshot.

You’re head shot up, it wasn’t often that Susan made any comment towards her husband, “who was easier?” you asked.

She sighed and started to fill the sink with water, “both of them, now it’s always...something.” she said quietly, her eyes downcast.

You nodded, it made sense, Billy was often at your house and so Neil laid off him when he wasn't there. Plus Billy was in a new town and angry because he was taken away from home so he was stuck in this house with a usually irate Neil and nothing to do but to rile each other up. Overall a bad combination.

You helped her clean up, Billy had disappeared when supper finished, mumbling his thanks so he wouldn't anger his father. It didn’t take you long to find him, his music could be heard from almost anywhere. You knocked on the door and waited.

It didn’t take long for him to open it, when he saw you he dropped his head but opened the door wider, “come in.”

You walked in, looking around his room. Not surprised by what you saw, the posters hanging on the walls. What did surprise you was the photo of the two of on his bedside.

It’d been a beautiful Californian day and you’d decided to take a trip down to the beach. A couple of your friends had come along and with hidden beers and a found guitar you’d spent the day down at the beach singing songs and drinking. It had been a perfect day, and a friend had brought their camera and eventually you received the photos. One of which was you and Billy in an embrace, the bright smile on your face matched by the look in his eyes. You loved the photo and so had Billy.

“I didn’t know that you kept this.” You picked up the frame, smiling at the memory.

“How could I not?” He asked, coming up behind you. His arms wrapping around your waist, his chin on your shoulder.

“Because that’s not us anymore.” You turned around, pulling away, no matter how much you wanted to stay in his arms, you couldn’t.

His eyes narrowed, “Why couldn’t that be us? You’re here for two months. I’m here till I get the money to leave. Why not?”

“We broke up for a reason Billy.” You said.

“We broke up because I had to move! It’s not the fucking universe telling us we can’t be together.” He threw up his hands, his voice raising.

“How about we have this conversation elsewhere?” You asked, walking toward the door, “we don’t want Neil to overhear.”

Billy clenched his jaw but nodded, grabbing his keys you followed him out, saying goodbye to Susan and Max on your way out.

“Is there any type of beach here?” You asked once in the car, you’d always gone to the beach to sort out your problems.

Billy scoffed, “yeah right, the only thing close enough to a beach is the fucking quarry.”

Shrugging you said, “Well. There are worse things. Let’s go.”

Billy nodded, stepping on the gas, no longer concerned with pissing off Neil.

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26. My mind just keeps coming back to you

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Prompt from @hargroovin 100 Writing Prompts

Words: 1K

Summary: Billy starts joining you for lunch.

You weren’t the most social person at Hawkins High, spending most of your lunch hour outside with a book. Your hour alone consisted of dragons and wizards and great quests of old, at least until Billy Hargrove decided to join you. It had started out simply enough, he escaped to you when he was pissed off with Tommy H’s and Carol’s consistent talking. So he was with you quite often.

He didn’t say anything, choosing instead to sit beside you on the bench, the scent of cigarettes filling the air. He sat there, breathing hard, smoking cigarette after cigarette and when the bell rang he stood without a word, flicking his cigarette off to the ground as he strode away. You only watched him go, not quite sure how to read the situation that had just happened. You knew who Billy Hargrove was, everyone knew. You’d never said anything to him though, not since he arrived in Hawkins six months ago. You ran in different social circles, he partied and drank and you...you were on your own. It wasn’t always such a bad thing.

This continued for longer than you had expected, his visits started as once a week then slowly building till he was with you almost every lunch hour. Sometimes appearing with only ten minutes left and sometimes only five minutes into the break. He never said anything to you. HIs presence beside you felt comforting, the smell of cigarettes reminded you of sunny afternoons as you had adventures through far-off lands.

Until one day you left the school for your lunch and he was there, sitting on the bench and in your usual spot was a battered copy of The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien. You picked up the book, running your fingers down the crease.

“Figured you should read proper fantasy,” came a deep voice and you almost dropped the book in shock. Your head shot up and you made eye contact with him, the first time you’d ever done so, his eyes were the deepest blues you’d ever seen.

“I...Diana Wynne Jones is proper fantasy.” you spluttered, hands curling around the book you clutched it to your chest in indignation.

“Jones is for kids. Tolkien’s better.” He took a drag from his cigarette, his legs cross out in front of him.

“I’ll try it.” You said sitting down beside him.

He nodded and that was that. You read and he sat there. It wasn’t until you finished The Hobbit that you spoke again.

“There’s more right?” You asked you held the book out to him.

His smile was sharp like he’d snatch her and never let her go. “I’ll bring them tomorrow,” he said, taking his book and stuffing it into a pocket.

You reached into your bag and pulled out a copy of Howl’s Moving Castle, “If I’m reading yours then you’re reading mine.” You said, meeting his eyes, which narrowed considerably and it took almost a full minute for him to take the book from your hand.

You stood there staring at him, debating on your next move before your hand shot out, “I’m y/n.” His eyebrows went up at your introduction, which you’d expect, you have been spending your lunch with each other for almost a month now and you hadn't introduced yourself, but you didn’t expect the bark of laughter that came from him.

“Billy, Billy Hargrove.” His hand was warm, and it dwarfed yours. His voice like honey over a knife’s edge.

“Nice to meet you, Billy Hargrove.” You sat beside him and pulled another book out of your bag

Your routine went like that. He would bring you a book and in following you’d bring one for him. You introduced him to Diana Wynne Jones and Mercedes Lackey while he brought George R.R. Martin and Tolkien into your life. You never spoke much, but the lingering gazes when neither of you thought the other was looking spoke more than words ever could.

It wasn’t until you left the school one day and he wasn’t there and he never appeared that you realized how much you had missed him. How he managed to soothe you and stable you without a word. You could look for him, he was probably with the rest of his friends, but you wouldn’t do that. You couldn’t. The loneliness of the last four years settled back into your bones like an old song.

You wanted to talk to him, questions sitting on the tip of your tongue each day. The desire to say something building as time went on. You wanted to approach him in the hallways and ask why, why did he break the nonexistent agreement that you two had. He had just left. No explanations.

It seemed like a regular Friday when you left class, the yelling and noise of your classmates surrounded you as you made the trek to your locker. You were stopped short by the sight in front of you, Billy Hargrove was leaning against your locker, his hands shoved in his coat pocket as he tapped his foot.

You walked up to him, “Billy?” You asked, standing in front of him.

He met your eyes, a smile gracing his face, “Y/n.” He took a step forward, he was so close now that you had to look up to make eye contact, “go out with me tonight?”

Your eyes widened and you took a step back, swallowing you pushed past him and opened your locker. His hot breath was on your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine, “My mind just keeps coming back to you. No matter how I try to stay away.”

You let out a shuddering breath, his voice did things to you that you would never admit. “You left Billy.” You said, you couldn’t turn around, couldn’t meet those blue eyes. You’d be doomed, saying yes and knowing you’d go down that rabbit hole and never come back out the same again.

“Let me take you out. Let me show you I’m here.” His hands ghosted down your sides, leaving a fire in their wake.

You spun around and met his eyes. They were stark with determination, the honesty of his words shining through. “One chance.”

His smile spoke so much more truth than he ever would have said, “deal.”