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After Dark

Miguel O’hara x reader angst

Summary: Miguel was on a mission with this new villain (well beast) and this beast had parasites killing people and other spiders that would try to stop it, it got so bad that Miguel has to kill the creature, Miguel gets a parasite during the process, everyone from that universe cheered for saving them, but at what cost of a parasite slowly killing him in the process. Miguel tried to not panic and went back home… but when he got “home” (your apartment) a heavy thud was heard, which woke you up from your long day of being a spider-woman.

parasite: this parasite makes you nauseous, you won’t be able to eat regular foods (if ya eat food, you’ll instantly throw up what you eat), your only available to eat is meat, but mostly blood, can’t get up regularly, if ya do, you get dizzy spells and instance migraines (it feels like your head is spitting), it’s hard to breathe, but when you try to sit up it feels like there’s thorns in your lungs, your body trembling with aches…

Warnings: blood, puke, puking blood, anxiety, vulnerability, s/o has nipple piercings, some nudity, drinking blood (from the neck), sick Miguel, and swearing

I have a pain kink, I like seeing men feeling vulnerable…

Also Miguel and s/o are really good friends, like very fondly close to give each other kisses on the neck or cheek, also also s/o can see people’s inner thoughts but not love or lust, that would be cheating if ya can say~

Miguel’s thoughts are red, your’s is violet, but also please leave a comment if I wrote some Spanish words wrong, I don’t speak Spanish… enjoy!

Word count: 7k

A heavy thud was heard in your living room, it was 2 in the morning, your spider senses was telling you it was another spider, so you didn’t freak out as much, you got your cute warm slippers on, and rub your tired eyes to wake yourself up more, your drowsiness was telling you to go back to sleep, until your ears heard a voice.

“Dios mio…” he breathed out

‘Miguel?’ why is Miguel here. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind the leader of the fucking spider society in my living room, but we barely talked, well does he talk to anybody; there’s Peter B. and his cute daughter Mayday, but he always gives annoyance vibes towards Peter, but compared to Mayday, he gives a gruff face but you can see sincerely in his eyes.

She slowly got up and opened her door and saw Miguel, he was panting heavily, like he was struggling to breathe, each time he breathe, he would hic each time, his talons were digging into you carpet but you couldn’t care less. You quietly rush towards him.

“Miguel-“

“Stop-“ his voice was wobbly, his mask was getting hard to breathe through, he unclawed his right talon and tried to peel his masked off, but his hand was shaking tremendously, “Mierda- Mi—“, you notice his struggle and you moved your hands and tarred his mask off, ripped glitches were trying to replace what was being tarred, but Miguel pressed his chest sloppy and and it stopped reforming.

Miguel’s hair was drenched in sweat he was panting like a mess, his chest was rapidly increasing pace, he was staring at your ceiling, clenching his red eyes here and there.

“Miguel… what happened-“

“I— it’s hard to explain…” he panted

She gently put her hand on his cheek, “Miguel! Your like a furnace!” She whispered yelled, “your baking in your suit, let me-“

Miguel shook his head violently and tried to sit up, but stopped mid way, and growled in pain, he clenched his teeth, grinding together like rocks grinding against each other.

“Fuck… this— parasite-“ he pled, he laid back down and looked around his body, you saw something small moving under his suit, or skin. You looked worried, so you moved and put your thighs under his head, while he was panicking to find it, you lightly push his head on your lap, he widened his eyes and look up at you.

“Wa- what the shock are you doin- (Y/n)-“

“Is.. it this…”

You gently touch the small moving bump on his shoulder, it hiss, which made Miguel clenched his eyes shut, he growled in agony, and grabbed your wrist, his hold was tight, his talons slightly digging in your skin,

“sto- stop—“

“Sorry—“

Everything felt silent, only things that made noise was the clicking of your clock over the kitchen fridge, or Miguel’s light panting, before Miguel noticed his grip on you still, the little parasite moved again, he let go and got ready to dig it out of his skin…. Until Lyla appeared in a blink of a eye.

“STOP!”

“Lyla….” Miguel growled

“Hey don’t go off killing yourself just yet!”

Miguel froze up and looked at Lyla like she was delusional.

“Lyla…” he slowly put his right hand to his nose, “if this is one of your sick jokes again I swear-“

“I’m not! If ya kill that thing or even snag it out, it would kill you. They’re like a second heart if you know what I mean.”

“So if he or I kill it or ya know, he would die instantly. How-“

“The parasite would feel threatened and bite him 0.0001 seconds before you can even touch it. The venom runs straight to your heart, you’ll-“

“Die” Miguel spoke

Everyone went silent, Miguel felt his muscles tense which made his body aches more, he felt frustrated, and you felt lost, heh- it’s pathetic actually, someone from the spider society is dying in your very house, someone that never talked to anyone, gets annoyed easily from even being around normal people, isolates himself with his high tech monitors and his little cute ai nagging him, to watch his health and well-being of being a leader. Until… I showed up. Everyone thought of me as the wannabe spider, the spider that wanted to save everyone and every spec around, until they knew that I murdered my first villain, that’s why everyone thinks I’m a wannabe or knew that I would soon become one, each spider looked at me weird or terrified because I murdered a couple of villains, it’s not my fault I wanted to be the very first anti-spider. It wasn’t my fault that people called me a false spider…well Miguel never thought of me like that, some missions he would talk to me, sometimes I would sneak around the vents of the spider society to explore more but fell right into Miguel’s quarters, he wasn’t mad, he was surprised, because how talented I was to be so quiet going through the vents, when we have meetings… he would have sincerity in his eyes on me, like he wanted yell at everyone that would give me a bad glare…

I was a spider-woman in his eyes, even if it was hard to express it, in his own way…

“Miguel…” you spoke

“(Y/n)…” he open his eyes and looked at you, you had a small frown, he thought he just broke your- no- “his”little spider. In little small fragments of shattered crystal shards.

“Your going to be ok- right?!” (Y/n) whispered

Miguel felt like he was being punished, punished for getting hurt, punished for getting sick, punished for slowly dying in your very own fucking house.

“Chica, I’ll be ok…” he put a hand on your cheek, talons already gone, he felt weak, he felt vulnerable, but… you’ll never judge a book by it cover, even if it’s scraped a little.

She gave a soft gentle giggle, “I’m not some chica, Mig. I’m 26.”

He scuffed, even when his lungs burns, “well… I’m 37. So your still just a small spider, chica…”

While Lyla was looking silently through her tiny monitors, she felt like crying because how Miguel is generally happy being around you, you don’t know it… but Miguel loves you, even when he denies it when Lyla questions it; he can’t keep his eye off you, when you two cross paths, when he suddenly talks about you out of nowhere, when— when… he thinks out loud if you would actually like him back, even if it’s a small like, just a smidge, maybe even a mere small spec, he’ll try and try again to make you his, to have you in his arms for comfort, that won’t judge his problems, that won’t think he’s just a weak bastard of how vulnerable he can be around you… he feels… intoxicated around you, like you are some kind of dose that is not his normal routine of taking his weekly dose each week. To keep his mind on check. It hurts to see Miguel in so much pained under your arms…

Your his Star and he’s your moon…

Lyla clears her throat suddenly, which got both of your attentions, “don’t want to be a buzz kill, but… basically that parasite is like a disease with no cure… you get normal sicknesses, but-

“What do you mean there’s no way through this.” You looked at Miguel and he seemed frustrated.

“Miguel! I’m literally the interweb of every universe and I was trying to explain ways to go around it-“

“LYLA! There’s no tries or coulds, I need to get back to my office and check if anyone or everything ok!”

Miguel sit up suddenly; his talons were back and he clutching his scalp in frustration? or was it pain? “Lyla I need this thing out!”

Lyla looked irritated, “…” she glitched or zipped away if you might say.

“LYLA! Coño… Coño- Dios mio…” he clenched his scalp with his hands harshly, he growled in frustration.

‘Oh… mig…’ you were just as worried as him, “Miguel…” you said so lightly, so gentle it cooled his nerves, but he didn’t respond, so you moved a little closer to see his face, you were just concerned about him, so why did he looked away to his left, “Miguel…” you put a hand on his right shoulder, “why are you hiding your face, mig?” She was only concerned, so why is it so hard.

“Mig?”

“I’m sorry— chica…” he then looked at you. Your little worried face just shatters his sore heart. “Miguel! Your nose is bleeding!” She cupped his cheeks and starting rambling how he’s feeling or how if he’s ok. Miguel felt guilt consumed him, why are you so kind to him, why show your kindness and sympathy towards a man is consumed with troubles and doubts that can never be fixed. And only cause more when time passes…

“No Sorry’s, I’m going to give ya a towel, be right back!” She said in a fast sweep. Miguel saw you dashing to your bathroom, he felt nauseous from just looking up and trying to trace your body to you bedroom, when he didn’t saw you a while, he moved his vision back to his hands, he was slightly crisscrossed and his talon hands were trembling, he groaned slightly because he tried to put his talons away, but they were making his muscles tensed, “Por qué no puedo…” he growled in frustration, when tried again, the blood in his nose suddenly dripped more, then he stopped and clenched his eyes again, then put the back of his wrist on his nose to stop the bleeding.

“Miguel!” She came rushing back with some medicine and a small towel, “move your wrist…” she said gently, so he did so. You put the towel under his nose, when the bleeding stopped you removed the towel, “what symptoms do you have so I give ya some medicine.”

“Just… a migraine, I feel nauseous, and my muscles feel tensed and burning like they’re in flames…”

“Ok- I’ll give ya some Ibuprofen and some massages when you get to my bed.”

“Your bed?”

“Ye… there’s no way your going home in your condition, I need to make sure your fine for these couple of days, well… whenever Lyla figures it out, that cool ai of yours got you!” She said with a bubbly smile.

“K…” he felt his heart skipped a beat because how can someone be so there for someone that basically a outsider or you might say a loner, well a workaholic recluse, “thanks… amor…” he said just barely a whisper but she heard, she softly giggled, “your welcome, also I like that nickname more, I aren’t no little girl, Miggy!”

He blushed slightly by your new nickname you gave him. “Ok… amor…”

She softy chuckle, “also-“ she clears her throat, “when you were laying down did you feel better or worse?”

“I felt a lot better when I was laying then now…”

She nods, “ok, also….” she trails off, “could you stand. Well- can ya get up without falling over or feeling dizzy?”

Miguel looked at you unamused and scuffed it off, he moved his right arm to the floor, and his talons pierced through your floor, but you couldn’t care less, he slowly pushed himself up, but faltered, his hand and arm was trembling, so he then he lowered himself, frustration consumed him, so he started muttering angry Spanish, you put your fingers gently through his damped hair, messaging his locks, “Miggy…. It’s ok to have a helping hand…”

His frustration eases, he nods and you stood up, going in front of him, you brought your hands in front of him, he saw and felt hesitant, but brought his hands towards you, when he got close, you brought your hands a little back, which Miguel looked at you questioning.

“Your talons are out.” She said with a uneasy laugh.

“Oh” he felt embarrassed that he didn’t thought of that, so he tried for a second time to close them, but his hands start to tremble again, his frustration was slowly creeping again, so now he forced his hands to stop trembling, but that only made it worse because his arms tensed up more and his finger tips burns, you saw his discomfort; so you grabbed his wrists, Miguel stopped and looked at you.

“Mig don’t force yourself, how about we can just do your wrists.”

He nods again; so you pulled his wrist and he pulled himself up, when he finally got up, he couldn’t control his balance, so you let go his wrist and pressed your body against his for support, Miguel felt nauseous, so he quickly looked to his right and saw your bedroom straight forward, you saw and sensed his inpatients, so you quickly led him to your room, each step you both took, Miguel wheeze for some air, or his panting would get worse, you looked at him, and he was sweating bullets, his eyes clenched in discomfort.

When both of you got to your bed, he settles down, panting like he ran a marathon, you wanted to help, so… you went in your bathroom and grabbed your small trashcan, and placed it next to Miguel, then you speed walked to your living room and grabbed your fan; moved it in your bedroom to face Miguel, Miguel was trying to keep your movement, but just made his migraine worsened, you quickly gave him the Ibuprofen in his hand and rushed to the bathroom again, Miguel swallowed the Ibuprofen, then saw you with a cup of water, “I already swallowed it amor…”

“Oh no- this Is for your hair.” She showed what’s in the cup, it’s water with some soap suds in it, “I’m trying to cool you off. With my fan too but some cold water will help you cool down…” Miguel closed his eyes and try to straighten his back, when he did so, he put his head back a little and you poured water through his brown locks, the water poured down his back, Miguel made sure, his back got the cold water, so his chest of his suit disappeared, you looked at his toned body, and you can see how tensed his muscles are.

“Let me give ya some clothes…” you walked over to your dresser, you found some of you ex’s old clothes there, you only wear them for bed as a nightgown or just stay home clothes, you walked back with grey sweat pants and a white shirt. “How do you have my size?”

“Man I don’t know your size. I just kept some of my ex’s clothes because they never came back…”

Miguel nods, then he messed with his watch and a small portal came next to him, with some boxers that came out, it made you giggled, but then you stepped out so he can get changed. 20 minutes has passed and he called your name, and you came back in, you saw that the shirt fitted him but slightly baggy on him, the sweats fit, “the shirt my size, but it’s not tight fitting,” he muttered.

“Well I wanted to make sure your comfortable.”

“Your kindness always makes me comfortable.”

She smiled, “try laying down, I’m going to get some crackers for you to eat and some massaging oils for your back, be right back…” she trails off at the end. Miguel nods and saw she walked away again, he laid his back on your bed.

Fuck this bed was softer then his own, ‘maybe I need a new mattress’ he thought, his talons were taring your sheets, so he moved his hands and looked at his hands, ‘stupid parasite.’ He laid them back down, facing his talons to the ceiling and moved his arms back to push himself more on the bed, when he got situated, his back was tensing up again, so he moved his body to the left, the parasite was on his left, but it didn’t got alarmed by his movement on the bed. ‘That’s good to know.’ It was more comfortable to be on his side, his breathing wasn’t terrible, but he still had to breathe slowly…

“Oi!” He looked up a little and saw you with a box of crackers and the other had the massaging oil, he looked at the crackers; a slight ting was grumbling in his stomach, well he haven’t ate since morning, he slightly reached out for the crackers, which you understand, you moved the trash can to his side, which was on the right side of your bed, and placed the crackers to the other pillow next to him, so he can see where the crackers were. Then put the oil on the small dresser next to your bed.

“Hey mig. Could you move you body and lay on your stomach, try not to disturb-“

Miguel moved his body fairly quickly, and he got sorted on his stomach, he was laying his head on his wrist, his hands were sideways, so it didn’t do any harm on anything.

“Apparently the little bastard doesn’t get alarmed on beds.”

She giggled, “ok! Wait shoot your shirt.” Miguel sighed and slowly took his shirt off without getting any tars on “his” shirt. And got situated again.

“Ok now… we can start also tell me if I make you uncomfortable…”

“Why would-“

You lightly touch his back and pushed your light self on top of him, he slightly groans because of pressure, which he can hear you say sorry here and there. When you got situated on his back, you were sitting on his lower back, he felt a flush on his cheeks, but he try to brush it off by turning his head to the left and started eating crackers, you on the other hand, got up a little and moved to grabbed the oil.

You got it and put it on your hands and place the oil bottle next to your left foot, so it won’t be a hassle, Miguel stopped eating some crackers and laid on his wrist again, waiting for you, you rubbed your hands, then started on his shoulders.

“Jeez you have terrible knots back here…”

Miguel grumbles. But soon stops when your small hands were easing his pain on his shoulders, he felt his talons detract, which made him stretch his arms upward to get more comfortable to lay down, you found it a good opportunity to put some pressure on the hard knots, which felt luscious in his pores, which made him moan gently with each stoke you did, it made you stopped suddenly.

“Sorry-“ his ears were red from embarrassment.

“No- your ok! I actually get this a lot when I massage someone, it just feels nice in your pores.” She said bubbly

Miguel just nodded and you continued, you finished his shoulders and put your left on his neck and your right on his spinal region, his neck was great, but when you moved from his spine to under his shoulder blades, it felt like heaven, each push caused his hands to clench at the end of your mattress, he was trying to stop a whipper from escaping, it felt intoxicating when you moved and your thighs moved each time you massage with content in your rhythm of massages. You slightly slowed down and you kept pressing one spot under his shoulder blade.

“Rats. There’s another bad knot here…” you moved your hand from his neck, because his neck was fine now, and pressed your hands on the knot, which made Miguel groan, but soon whimpered when you curved your left and slide your right with some pressure, it made his hip twitched slightly, which caught your attention. To see the leader so squeamish in your touch, so you wanted to test something. When you got the knot out of the way, you move your gentle hands under his shoulder blades, Miguel twitched his shoulders back in a quick motion from your oh sweet touch, you happily sighed when you found one of his sensitive spots, so your rubbed gently under the under rims of his blades, his hip instantly buckled, and he purred a groan of feeling vulnerable in your soft touch, melting those heavy tension from his body and leaving him feel embarrassed or tranquil in your touch.

You we’re about to stroke again until.-

“(Y- (Y/n)” his voice was deep, but it whimpered then his usual rhythm.

“Hm?”

“Try-“ he cleared his throat, “try by massaging my lower back…”

It was a simple task, a very simple one, but oh boy how she gently smiles, it made him flushed under your touch, but your smile, took him spiraling into his own black hole, how you touched him, made him crave for more, he needed more, oh why did he drown himself in his work, those countless nights, where his neck cracked here and there, how drinking coffee after coffee, with not even thinking of eating normally until his Ai Lyla has to get Jess or Peter to deliver him some food, he would feel so suffocated in his office, that he felt like drowning in his own agonizing guilt of “his” own deceased daughter that he had to watch die in his arms.

He clenched his eyes shut at the thought, and he felt his stomach curled, but was it really the sheer thought of “his” daughter making him feel nauseous; your fingers were just softly touching his lower back, but they made him felt like he was about to gag each touch. He felt it boiling up his throat, so he panicked. His sudden movements, stopped your trace of thought and your movements halted. You stared at him with concern.

“Miguel-“

He grabbed the small trash can and puked whatever what’s in his stomach, it was only a minute in a half, but it felt like hours, you got off of him, and he moved sideways so you can sat next to him, he was clenching his stomach in discomfort..

You tried to reassure him but-

“(Y/n)…” his voice was raspy

“Hey… don’t sweat… I’ll clean everything up, just try to relax…”

Your voice was calming down his tension, but his upsetting stomach was taking curves and spins like a giant venom ate his inner organs, sweat was dampening his brown locks again and his talons were slowly appearing again. He groaned in annoyance. His breathing was heavy again. He was laying on his left and his eyes were closed with discomfort, he heard you rushing around, mumbling of what ‘can’ he possibly eat, cursing at yourself that ‘what the hell is lighter then crackers’, he laughed lightly because he’s gone not eating for a couple days for the multiverse sake, sometimes. when everything went silent; he realized that you were in your living room talking to Lyla. He slightly opened his eyes to see you through the cracked door, you looked stressed and worried of what to do next.

This is my fault…

If I didn’t get close to that beast, this situation wouldn’t existed, I wouldn’t be here in pain, being so weak around you, being vulnerable is humiliating, you might think of him as a burden, just burdensome to not do anything and having the seer thought to pull this fucking Parásito out with his own bloody talons…

——

When you cooled down, Lyla told you that she’ll figure it out, which gave you in a positive note. Lyla zipped out of existence and you returned to your dim lit bedroom, you saw Miguel, his eyes were closed; but he had discomfort on his face, some of his brown bangs were sticking to his forehead, he was panting, which you slowly got close to him and touched his forehead again, he was heating up like a irrupting volcano, he flinched in your touch and tried to scoot back with discomfort.

“Sorry-“

“It’s ok…”

“Lyla trying to find something that you can eat. Or what that little fucker likes.” You pointed at the small parasite that was moving on his shoulder.

Miguel lightly chuckles but it made him cough and wheeze afterwards. When it stopped, he clears his throat to look at you, your little worried eyes was making his heart clenched. He clenched your sheets slightly, slight scratches starting to form.

He was about to spoke up, but you catch him to it.

“Miggy… your not a burden to me, in any way, don’t ever think of that…”

He unclenched his left hand slightly and move the back of his fingers on your knee, “why must you get cooler powers then me…”

She giggled lightly, “because my little violet bit me and apparently i can see your inner thoughts~” when you said that it made Miguel speechless, your voice had a low growl when you spoke, he grave it, but why…

Why did I need you…

She was about get up…

“(Y/n)…”

“Hm…” she looked back at Miguel, god, he needed you…

“Could you…” he felt hesitant again, like he was stuck, like his lungs couldn’t produce air, of how he wanted to, he suddenly grabbed the end of her shirt, slightly tugging it. You noticed it, so you laid next to him. She was about to speak up, suddenly Miguel put his hands around you, when you around him his talons will always detract, he pulled your small waist closer to him, he hug his huge arms around you, he put his head on your right shoulder, you can hear his inner thoughts, telling him ‘to let go’, screaming at him…

Yelling…

Raging…

Despising…

“Miguel…” your left hand moved to massage his damped scalp, your right was rubbing little circles on his back.

“You must think I’m weak…” he said in a shaky breath

“Mig… being vulnerable is not weak, being sick doesn’t stop you from being stronger, it’s just trying to adapt something new it never experience, showing your most vulnerable point, actually makes you stronger…”

His trembling from his body slowly stops, and he breathes out slowly, he was relaxing his muscles to get more comfortable around you, while he was doing so, you felt the parasite nudged your circling finger on his back, you stop immediately, but nothing happened to Miguel, he’s still just as relaxed before.

Maybe I should.

You wanted to test something, you put your pinky on the little parasite, it slightly flinch, which made Miguel growl in discomfort, but you wanted to continue so you lightly pet it, the little fucker was actually relaxing, it made you giggle a little, because it was purring? She was about to tell Miguel, until small vibrations coming off his chest, the sound of purring, like what a cat would do…

“Miguel? Are you purring?”

The edge of his ears got red, he deepened his head to your shoulder, “no…” his voice was stuttering.

“Didn’t know your half spider, had those purring spider instincts…”

He started to mumble Spanish curse words, so you wouldn’t notice his blushed face on your shoulder…

——-

After a while of calming Miguel down, he fell asleep in your arms, he was sleeping on your chest, and he was hugging your waist, you were hugging his neck and your chin was on the top of his head.

“I’ll protect you Miggy…” you whispered, then you move your face to angle it to kiss his forehead.

A light smooch was all you need to make sure, he’s ok in your arms.

You then fell asleep next to him.

—- (morning) —-

Miguel woke up to a cold side of the bed, you weren’t there, which made him feel lonely once more, he slowly opened his eyes, but flinched because of how bright the room was.

“Maldito…”

The blinds weren’t dark enough, so he pulled the blanket over his head, he opened his strained eyes from under the covers, he sighed because you weren’t here to give him comfort, you weren’t around to tell him, he was going to be ok, you weren’t here to give those negative thoughts roaming around in his head, he plagued for you to come back, to hold him, and give gentle kisses and heavenly words to keep him at least happy, instead of being so gone from the world…

“Lyla…”

“Yeah!”

“Where’s (Y/n).” Why is that my first thought.

“She’s out being her universe’s spider, saving people as we speak.”

Miguel nodded under the soft blanket.

“Do you need help?”

“Blinds” he whispered, he hates how he couldn’t do anything…

“Ok.”

Lyla set a long portal out over the clear blinds, a large black blanket came out and landed perfectly on the blinds, there was little hooks hanging off the racks, and it perfectly blocked the sunlight.

“Ya!” Lyla did a little dance as a reward, Miguel just rolled his eyes under the blanket and moved the blanket back on his shoulders, he looked behind him and saw his blanket dangling off the racks.

“Lyla.. that’s- you know what nevermine it works…” he turned back and lays back down.

“Anything else you need?”

“Just some sleep…” he sighed.

Before Lyla was gonna zip away, Miguel’s stomach growled violently, he groaned in annoyance.

“Oh! Almost forgot! I figured out what you need to eat- or drink I mean.”

“What is it…”

“Blood.”

Miguel just was dumbfounded.

“Wha-“

“I know it sounds insane! But I already told (Y/n), so she’ll help you out, byeeee!”

She zipped away as fast as he could say anything else, Miguel sighed once more, blood- blood! Why the hell is it blood.

Why do I even bother.

He moved on his back, forgetting it’s bringing tension on his muscles, he rather have tension on his muscles then thinking about blood, what was your first thought when you heard how delusional it sounds, ‘hey, (Y/n), I’m apparently a real vampire now, har har’

“Fuckin hell…” he groaned in annoyance. He brought his talons hands again and saw the little parasite on his right palm, he wanted to squish it, right when he saw it, but he couldn’t, what will you do if there was a dead body in your own bedroom, more importantly Miguel’s. He care about you so much, and your the same, he remembers when you asked him out, in his office at 12 midnight, how the stars across the night sky spring lifelessly around Noeva York, it was just right in his eyes and yours, but… he had to put the relationship on pause… he didn’t want to, really didn’t need to… but he told you, the multiverse and how if something happens he didn’t know what he’ll do…

In reality…

He doubted himself to even be with you or with anyone a matter of fact. Why be with someone that’s a workaholic, focuses but himself or “sometimes” on others but himself, getting violet bruises that you sarcastically call them your marks, getting cuts that turn into new scars that you like kissing, that… you…

God… even when he hesitated about himself he can’t get you out of his head, he feels trapped in your violet web, he adores you, loves you with all his beaten heart, so why…

why cant I…

The living room’s door suddenly closed with a slam, and tired sigh came from the living room. You came rushing in your room and totally forgotten Miguel was, because you took your mask off, throwing it at your bed, it landed next to Miguel’s upper arm, so he silently move to the right and started fiddling with it, then you unzipped your suit, which made Miguel silently stared at you, because you weren’t wearing a bra, just underwear. You gave a frustrated sigh and scrambling through your dresser, finding the right comfortable clothes to wear to sleep, you stopped suddenly, and stood up suddenly, “it’s in the other dresser…” you growled, and turned, then froze up, now just remembering that Miguel is here…

Miguel’s face was slowly turning into a deep blush, because your beautiful nips were facing him, you had dark violet piercings on each nip, having a cute small tarantulas dangling like little cute earrings, you on the other hand was surprised, seeing Miguel blush like he never seen something or someone that hot in years, which made you giggled from your head, you just smiled, “I… almost forgot you were here…”

“Almost-!”

You started giggling because how flustered he looked, she just waved off her hand and went in the bathroom, apparently her gray shirt and spar bra was in there, leaving Miguel with a blushful crisis, brain cells storming with your soft delicate tits in his mind, apparently that also declawed his talons, because he started to hide his face from all these thoughts.

Why are you so…

So…

“So what mig…”

Your voice made him flinch, and he looked up at you, “when-“

“You were dazed for about 30 minutes, but… why get so flustered, your not a virgin-“

“Amor- you flashed me- what am I supposed to say- like- ‘Qué tetas más bonitas tienes’” he laughs softly, and you laughed gently back, “Mig… I’ve been in many relationships before, if its throughout dressing rooms with woman, or my past boyfriends, I’m used to people’s eyes looking at me… I’m used to that…” she said with sincerity in her eyes.

“Have you ever been in any relationships before?”

“Only one, her name was Dana, but she was never really there… she was nothing compared to you, you genuinely are the sweetest spider I met…” he sighed afterwards slowly putting his right hand on your left thigh, gently rubbing it. “We broke up after 5 months, I tried doing hookups to drown my thoughts away… but that soon turned into work, then Gabriella… then putting all my thoughts into the multiverse…”

“But Miguel you know, I’m here for you, just like now…” you slowly touched his hand, but he flinched, then moved it away…

“You know… I…”

“I understand, but even if we’re just close… but not dating wise, I still want to help you…”

He was about to prevail until his stomach growled once more and you can see the discomfort in his face, so you laid next to him, he knew what you were about to do…

“I’m not-“

“Just think of it as a flu shot…”

No, I’m not hurting you…

“I’m not doing it, just forget about it… I’m used to not eating long periods of times… so dont-“

“Miguel… I’m not going anywhere, till ya try…”

Stop…

“(Y/n). I’m not doing it… forget it.”

She frowned, “I’m not going to sleep until you do…”

You-

Miguel wrapped his arms around your waist, “(Y/n).”

“Miguel. O’Hara. Please….” You put your hands on his shoulders, slightly pushing him closer slowly… he could’ve easily resist but couldn’t because you intoxicated his pores, he loves you, he wants you, he needs you, but there’s always an itch telling him, he would hurt you, he would treat you like what Dana did to him, it would destroy him, if he ever hurts you…

Mi Amor, I don’t want to do this…

Mig… please…

He sighed through his nose, he knows how stubborn you can be, he knows that you would try anything to make sure he’s ok and not you…

He opens his mouth slightly on your neck, shaky breath of hesitation tares his weak heart, he closes it and gives a soft kiss on your neck, his arms tightly hold you, like he was about to lose you, “I’m sorry, my love…”

His teeth sinks in your neck, the venom sinking in your skin, which was numbing the pain from the bite, you hitched In discomfort, tugging on his brown locks to restrain a cry of how horrendous it felt, his scalp was hurting but that didn’t stopped the terrible thoughts that was swarming in his head.

Monster…

Your hurting her…

Inhumane…

When he felt full he let go from your neck, you were paralyzed but you were crying, he froze up, he didn’t know what to do, seeing how vulnerable you are, made him hate himself more, his voice was shaky, but he cupped your face gently, and whispers sorrys, and sorrys, and more sorrys, until he sounded like a broken record… your body was yelling at you to say something, but all you could do was close your eyes… while the hours go by…

—- night ——

When you woke up, you saw Miguel, he was on his side, sleeping soundly, with puffy eyes. His arms were hugging his body, like he was cold, but his damp sweaty hair, showed how he was overheating again, you slowly sit up, and a numbing pain was on your neck, you slowly touch your neck, you felt soft bandage on your neck, it was on the right side of your neck, it was sore, but not bleeding, you look back at Miguel once more, and he was still fast-asleep…

“Oh Miggy… what am I gonna do with you…” you whispered

You slowly got up out of bed and went into your bathroom, you started a cold bath for Miguel, after it was finished she walked back to Miggy, you nudge Miguel lightly.

“Mmggghh…��

“I made a nice cold bath for you-“

Miguel moved his back further away from your touch…

“Miggy… don’t you want to feel cool and refreshed… your heating up again…

Miguel sits up slowly, he was slouching a little when he was sitting, he was huffing slightly more then normal, you were about to lend a hand-

“I don’t need help. I’m fine.”

“Mig-“

He looked back at you like he didn’t want to repeat himself, you gave a frown of concern, but he ignored it and was about to get up, he stopped suddenly, because his nose started to bleed again, you were about to lead him a hand, but he smack your hand away.

“Miguel-“

“No necesito tu ayuda. ¡Detente!”

“Why are you suddenly so stubborn, Miguel- I’m helping you, I’m not agonizing you-“

“Well. You are. by just spatting at me like a child…”

“Oh. So you want to be so distant now, because you gave me a small bite yesterday…”

Miguel couldn’t say anything back, how can he, you were right, and he was being a asshole about it because he thought he can simply run away with the guilt in his chest, instead of just talking to you about… but no… he just wants to make it a whole lot worse.

“Shut your mouth.”

You gave a dry laugh, “Mr O’Hara… if you so deeply don’t need my help or don’t want to talk your doubts straight up, fine… But at least get your head straight because someone. That at least cares for a asshole like you… because last time I check your always alone in damn office…”

You suddenly got up and walked to the living room. You needed your space as he calls it, when you suddenly have your bubble about to burst… he claws the end of your bed, contemplating if he should just apologize or get up and be the asshole he is. So… he chooses the second choice.

He felt like he got hit by a metal bat through the dome, because his eyes were blurring up, he felt nauseous, so he put hands on the wall next to him, to steady himself from falling, luckily your bed was slightly close to the wall, he would’ve fell and humiliated himself with blood coming out of his nostrils, his body was trembling as he dug his talons through your wall, he swore, when he gets better, he’ll fix everything in your small apartment, but at the moment it’s ether throwing up his insides or fainting from a intense migraine that slowly easing in, but his body already had a mind of his own, his legs that felt like jello, collapsed suddenly, his stomach was itching for him to throw up, he stanched the small trash can next to the bed, then threw up, god why did it felt longer then usual, he clenched his side with his right, and his other hand was holding the trash can, it felt like hours once more from the last time but it was only 10 minutes, he placed the trash can down and unclenched his eyes to see the results…

Blood?!

His body was trembling once more, he saw his vision blurring up with tears, he couldn’t focus on anything but himself… he didn’t hear your rants, when you came walking in, were they rants? because you were suddenly next to him, with panic in your voice, Lyla zipped in again and was analyzing the blood. Even though she was a little glowing blob of light, he noticed the panic in her voice too, it was his blood wasn’t it. I’m going to die, what a asshole of a legend huh…

“Lo siento- Lo— siento… Lo siento…” through sobs I can’t even speak straight, when my hearing was slowly coming back, I heard my sweet Amor…

“Miguel… your going to be ok… Lyla gonna figure it out quicker… ok-“ your voice was trembling, why does it always have to be his fault to make you so scared…

“Voy a morir-“

“No- Miguel everything going to be ok. Don’t say that…” even though you were frantic, you still gave him a kiss on Miguel’s cheek, multiple smooches to be exact, they were soft and loving that was cooling his Terror-stricken thoughts…

“Lo siento…”

“Don’t be… you had a panic attack Amor…” she gave another soft kiss, “want to ease your mind with a bath…”

“Yes… please…” he whispered

—-

The bath was calming his overflowing guilt, but you were there too, massaging his scalp…

his sweet sweet Amor…

“Ok… I’m going to put some more soap in your hair, so it makes you feel more relaxed…”

He saw you move your hands away from him, which gave him longing in his deep velvet eyes, when you got more soap on your hands, you reached over once more, but he softly touched his hands to yours, you gave a cute confused face…

His sweet sweet Amor…

“Miguel… what wrong?” He moved his right hand down your arm to your hip and his left on your left side of your delicate waist… “Mig-?!”

He pulled you gently into the bathtub with him, your black tank top getting soaked with your pajamas shorts, he was wearing just some rubber boxers, but he pulled you close which made your confusion disappear with a fondness that he always craves off you, he gave a soft kiss on your cheek, then your neck…

“I’m sorry…”

He kissed you once more with a sadness with each kiss…

“Miggy…”

He tried to sit himself up a little, but his nose started to bleed again.

“Mig-“

“No. Love…”

He lowered his back back down, and looked at you with that ever so longing of deep sadness, you gave a sad smile, which made him crave you more…

He closed his eyes and sighed, then put his head in the water, and blew all the blood out of his nose, a light crimson flow was in the bottom of the tub…

He suddenly sits up slowly and started kissing your neck and face once more, he doesn’t care if his head is aching, he doesn’t care if his muscles are telling him to relax, he doesn’t care if his thoughts are yelling at him to stop, telling him that he doesn’t deserve you…

“I love you… Amor…” he whispered through each kiss.

You suddenly pulled back, and looked him in the eyes with gentleness, that he desperately needs…

“Miguel… I waited for so long… for you to say those wonderful words~” you softly laughed then softly smiled, “I always craved you, just as much… ever since I was so bold to tell my feelings, that one night…” she got closer to his lips, “your my star… mig…” and kissed him, he deepens the kiss, craving your sweet tongue to lick his fangs, tangle his tongue with yours, his hands were on your hips and he tugged you little closer, his big hands making you shiver because how small you were compared to him, his body was screaming at him to relax; his nose bleeding once more, but you don’t care for a little blood to ruin the moment, neither did he, because he pushed your body against the shower head side of the tiled wall, his moans were so whimpered, it was either the aching pain his body was toiling, or how much he thirst your soft lips on his…

He felt thorns going up his throat, he felt like gagging, it wasn’t you, it was like he was choking, so he let go of you suddenly, for some air, but all that just came out was a coughing fit, he started to panic, so he took his hands off you and moved his right on the side of the tub, and use his left to give some small punches in the middle of his chest.

“Miguel!-“

He couldn’t talk, his eyes were blurring again, dios mio, it felt agonizing, he kept coughing until…

Petals…

Rose petals…

Came out of his mouth, then…

A full rose came out as well, with a full stem on the very end of it still…

The rose had crimson blood dangling on some parts of the rose. The stem was weak, but you can firmly grasp it with three fingers.

You picked it up with ease, analyzing it, and Miguel was eyeing it cautiously, he didn’t notice that his lungs weren’t hurting anymore, because he was taking bigger breaths then usual, you noticed it too… you look up from the rose, then to Miguel, you also notice he straightened up his back more…

“How are you feeling?”

“Not like shit…” he joked

You just laughed, “no- well yes-, but you look better…” you said awkwardly afterwards, “Eres adorable cuando tropiezas con tus propias palabras~”

You had a light blush on your cheeks, but you preceded, “ok… take a big breath.”

He did so. And it surprised both of you, that it didn’t hurt. “Your talons?”

He brought his hands in front of him, and he actually brought them out and in with ease. You found it adorable, he slowly put a gentle smile on his face.

“Try-“

He suddenly stands up, without feeling nauseous or dizzy, he stretched his arms up. Flexed a little, which you lightly giggled, and he sits back down, some water splashed out but never ales, he felt like he was more alive again. Like he was free from any doubts…

You looked back at the rose, “you don’t feel the parasite crawling under your skin, do you?”

“No…” he looked around his body a little. Then looked back at you.

“I think the rose is the parasite.”

“EXACTLY!” Lyla popped up out of no where. Which started you both!

“Lyla…” Miguel groaned

“Hey! It’s not my fault, you two were aggressively making out… didn’t want to interrupt the spice~”

You just laughed, Miguel face started to blush, but settle down, when Lyla spoke up again.

“So…. Apparently you two did the easier way, then the uncomfortable way, that I’m not going to talk about… but yeah! Blah blah blah, love. Blah blah blah parasite turns into the flower that the person loves, and apparently Miguel likes roses, isn’t that adorable~”

You pfft, which made Miguel looked away with embarrassment, “but yeah! I’ll be taking that!” She made little portals and took all the petals and you dropped the bloody rose into one of them. “Thank you!!! Have a cute honeymoon!!!” Lyla made a kiss emoji and lefted…

You looked back Miguel. And brought your hand to his chin, to make him look at you, he proceeded, and you got closer to him…

“My cute little rose boy~”

Which made Miguel blushed even more…

“Oh~ Mi Amor~” and he kissed your soft lips once more…

My sweet sweet Amor~

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orenjikaraka · 8 months

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miguel o'hara, (i haven' drew in awhile, i hope everyone have a great day!)

#spiderman #spiderman into the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #o'hara #spiderman across the spiderverse

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orenjikaraka · 8 months

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Hello everyone I made these shirts and stickers, they’re on my Etsy, at the moment only in United States can get these! But i hope everyone likes them!

#t shirt #graphic shirts #selling stickers #selling shirts #i hope everyone has a good day

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orenjikaraka · 10 months

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You’ll be ok… Mi querido…

Miguel O’Hara x reader angst

Word count: 4791

Summary: Miguel has a new assistant working with him, lyla needed more help around because new spiders are being recruited, Miguel was slightly denying it (because he has lyla, why would he need another), but a couple months passed and he got used to her presence… well… his heart was saying something else… and his next mission will show what he wants… even if it’s forced…

S/o is 22 by the way and Miguel is 34, that’s a 12 age gap. Also this is like after events like u know miles is on the team and spot in jail.

Warnings: non-con (if you can’t handle rape, you don’t have to read), sex, NSFW, kidnapped (adultnapped 😅), Miguel has a muzzle (why is that a warning 😏), angst, alcohol, puking, drugs, and coursing, also psst Miguel is a bottom.

Miguel opened his eyes, he felt dizzy, or nauseous if you can say, his breathing is heavy, the room felt cold, the room was closed spaced, it was nerve racking to be in the dark room, his eyes were slowly readjusting, when he felt less light headed, ‘just great, just fucking grand…’ he thought, his brain was going in circles of how he got in this mess, his hands were tied behind his back with electrical wires, they’re were digging through his skin, it felt horrendous, his first thought was to rip them out, when he tried a electric shock went through his veins, he growned in pain, frustration going through his nerves, so much anger that he didn’t know he had muzzle on, who ever doing this, is treating him like a wild animal, trapped between the legs with metal strapped on them, his wrist were tied, and he had a muzzle too, for stopping his spider venom from hurting the fuck head that hostage him.

He tried to move his stranged arms again, but the electric shock came back, he tried harder, but the shock got worse each time he moved, his wrist were bleeding and were turning purple, he gave a hard tug and his wrist were burning, he clenched his fist and growled in anger, “when I get out of here! I’m gonna kill you, you here!!!” It was silent until he heard whimpering, someone else was in the same room with him, he lowered his head a little and his eyes were trying to readjust more to see who was in front of him…

“Miguel—“

Then he panicked, it was you, he was starting to remember why he was here, you went missing for 2 weeks, Miguel was looking everywhere for you, checked every evidence he could find, until he found you, well evidence of where you were, Universe 1610, Miles’ universe, you were last seen with Miles, probably hanging out, but now in Doc Olivia Octavius’ lab.

“la voy a matar… la voy a matar… la voy a matar… (ima gonna kill her 3x)

“Miguel— I’m-“

“Amor (love), don’t… I was here to find you. We’re both gonna get out of-

“Out of here~” Olivia chuckled while walking through the metal door, and slamming it afterwards.

“Doc-“

“Octavius~” she softly giggled, “oh~ look at you…” she looked at Miguel then at you, “and you cute little assistant~” she squatted down next to you and put her hands on your arms, which made Miguel try to break free from his restraints. “Aww~ is the oldest spider of the ‘em all, trying to save his MJ.”

“She-“

Olivia squeezed her nails into your skin while staring at Miguel, you wince in pain, Miguel stopped and tense up, “ha! My science was right! Well… me spying on miles and you without letting a single spider know, is actually quite interesting am I right?”

Miguel looked at her like she was delusional, “my camera-“

“I hacked your database, so it would think of me as one of the spiders!”

“Also also having no four arms, well hidden away in my fake spider suit was a hassle but walking is not all that bad.”

Olivia stopped her blabbing and look at you again, “aww you poor thing~” she dug her bloody nails out and move (Y/n) right side up, (Y/n) had her wrist tied with duct tape, and her ankles as well, she was wearing a tight white soft cotton knee high dress, it had a upside down triangle on her chest.

“Isn’t her dress adorable~ oh! One more touch.”

Olivia put the small piece of duct tape on (Y/n)’s mouth.

She moved her right hand to your chin, and her left holding you around your stomach, her four mechanical arms were holding her down, “don't be scared, your little spider is here to save you~” Olivia turned your head. To face you at Miguel, Miguel looked terrified, he didn’t know what to do.

“Let her go, just-“

“Just what- oh Miguel~ let her go~, nah… I think I have something better~”

One of Octavius’s mechanical arms let go of (Y/n) and move swiftly to Miguel’s neck, her claw clench, digging her claw into his tense skin, the middle of her claw had small exit that opened with a small needle, it poked his skin and a small dose into his nervous system, her mechanical claw snatched off…

“What did you just dose me with…”

“Miguel, don’t worry, it’s just pde-5 inhibitors, benzos, mdma, ketamine, and gamma-hydroxybutyrate, you know…

“You…” Miguel growled with hatred. His muscles tensed up painfully making his body sweat, he felt saliva drooling off his lips, his breathing felt uneven, his thighs twitched trying to calm down his throbbing erection, he closed his eyes to look away from the two women in front of him.

“Miguel~ I didn’t tell you to look away…”

With her free mechanical arm, she redirected Miguel to face you, there was a small knife on your throat, touching your skin ever so slightly.

“If you look away your little sweet assistant would be dead, you don’t want that, don’t you.”

Miguel couldn’t muster out words, it was hard to speak, he’s afraid he’ll might scare you off. So he shook his head ‘no’.

“That wasn’t an answer.”

Olivia pulled the knife back and stabbed your left shoulder, you screamed in pain, but that didn’t matter to Olivia, but for poor Miguel it did.

“Stop— now- don’t…”

“See it wasn’t hard was it!”

Olivia pulled out the knife and put it lightly around your dress, your whimpering was causing his brain to go in a loop, causing his erection to hurt, whimpering moans with pressure and pain came to mind. Which made him clenched his eyes shut.

“You don’t listen don’t you.”

She was about to knife again but Miguel opened his eyes to look at Olivia.

“You one sick fuck you know that…”

“No— not- true—“

“Lies”

Olivia put the knife on the floor and moved her free hand to the wound she made, she put her two index fingers into the tissue, which made you groan in agony, Miguel didn’t want to look, but couldn’t…

“Don’t— *moan*” he growled in frustration afterwards. Octavius moved her free mechanical arm and clawed his scalp upwards, his drool dripping down his neck.

“You sick creep loves his little MJ, I knew you cared for someone else, you couldn’t just understand that your life is supposed to be where you die alone…”

“Let— her… *gasping for air* go—“

“Not every spider must-“

“Hurt me— not… her— I’ll do-“

“Anything?” Olivia had excitement. In her veins.

“Yes! Please—“ Miguel begging was aching your heart, you never knew a man that had so much pride sounded so broken…

Olivia let her mechanical claw go from his aching scalp, Miguel look back at you, you had a worried look on your face and he looked back the same.

“Ok… but… how about this, she gets to leave… if you rape her…”

Miguel felt every fiber in his body tense ups he shook his head ‘no’.

“No. No. No.”

“No? But I thought you wanted her ok…”

She picked up the knife again and stabbed (Y/n)’s right ankle, your shooken form tense in agony and muffly scream through your duct tape.

“STOP—“

(Y/n) knocked her head back in a panic which scruffed against Octavius nose, Olivia groaned and moved her free mechanical arm to her ankle and her claw digged through your skin, and snapped it… her skin turned purple and black bruises around her ankle. Her whaling can be heard across the hall in the facility…

“You little bitch… you did this on yourself…”

She took the knife out of your ankle and ripped your dress off. Went through the top to the bottom of the dress.

“I wanted to be nice. But no one listens…” Olivia ripped your dress off and was about to rip your panties. “Follow my rules and this will go easy…” she cut your panties and then lifted you up slightly to cut your tape on your wrist, before you could move them the mechanical arms closed them. Olivia looked back at Miguel and he stared back with pain in his eyes.

“I got a solution…”

Octavius picked up (Y/n) and put her on top of Miguel, her clit touching the tip of his dick.

“I’m— going to kill you—!”

“But if ya do that this universe will collapse… people will die… a small spider and his family will die… I thought you would prevent that, isn’t that your job…”

Before Miguel could muster anything, Olivia pushed your body downward, which caused Miguel to moan and quiver because he’s trying to stop himself from cumming.

“Didn’t know you needed help from your MJ; Miguel.”

She got her knife again and tar a hole so Miguel’s dick was freely being laid on by your soft clit.

Stop— *whimper* just—“

“Just what Miguel…”

“Just— kill me— end me… let her go—“

(Y/n) shooked her head frequently, in a ‘no’ matter, she was muttering no, “see your little MJ wants you, don’t you see.”

Olivia dropped the knife on the ground, and got her hand and grabbed Miguel’s dick tilt the tip to her hidden clit, Miguel moaned in displeasure and lust. “Come on little MJ, let me give you a hand~”

Octavious shoved (Y/n) into Miguel dick, your tight hole was making it hard to concentrate on not cumming, it hurts, he feel like throwing up, tears was going down his face from all the burning pain he trying to contain himself, your whispering became screaming for help, you were crying for some reassurance… but no talk can be heard from Miguel. Only agonizing groans and moans.

“Come on sweetheart don’t treat your man like that, I thought you adored his company.”

Olivia pushed her further in and moved her arms behind Miguel. Miguel looked down and saw blood coming out of your slit, ‘no, no, no, oh querido, cono… (darling, fuck…)”

‘This was your first’ and he ruined it, he ruined it by being a hero, a hero that can’t even save the people he loved, he always fuck everything up…

“cariño (dear), your going to— be… ok—“

Miguel moved his chin and moved (Y/n) a little forward to try and comfort you, but also moving you closer to his chest so you can use your hands behind him to untie the wired knot, (Y/n) understood and faked moan to distracted Octavious, it was music to Miguel ears but also hurting his erection, Olivia grabbed Miguel scalp with her free hand and pushed his slightly forward.

“See she wants more~”

(Y/n)’s hands were bleeding but she had to get Miguel out.

“Thrust her Miggy~”

“Fuck— you…”

“Fine…”

Olivia pushed harshly downward, which tilted his dick slightly, “nggggggghhh!”, (Y/n) gasped with hot air, and continued to untie, “fuckin— bitch-“

Olivia looked furious and picked up the knife and was about to stab Miguel’s shoulder, but (Y/n) quickly snatched it and freed Miguel’s arms, then she moved to his muzzle, and freed him from that. Miguel grabbed Olivia by the neck and bit Octavius, filling his venom in her veins to paralyze her. He ripped her mechanical arms off, and threw her against the concrete wall…

Olivia was already knocked out before she even hit the wall, Miguel looked back at you, you were frantic and quivering, “Lo lamento… (I’m sorry)” And he grabbed your hips slowly and lightly pulled you out, you screaming stop, begging to stop, but Miguel continue to pull you out, when you were free, he sat you down on the cold concrete floor and untied his feet, his suit regenerate to it normal form, he then untie you and unduct tape you. You sobbed, quietly screaming to make the pain go away, Miguel slowly got up and felt nauseous afterwards, so tripped and catches him from hitting the floor, but before he get up again he threw up, his body was screaming to do so, so he did, he felt sick all over, he feels like crying his eyes out because how much pain he endured, he crawled to Octavius, and checked her pockets, he found his gadget and put it on, and slowly crawled to (Y/n).

When he got to her, (Y/n) tried to reach for Miguel, even though he was about to pick her up, he did and held her close, and called Lyla. She immediately answered.

“Miguel! You know how long you were out, you were-“

She saw Miguel and gasped in shock, then looked at you in horror.

“Miguel-“

“Take us— to the main hall…”

Before she could say anything else Miguel put a portal underneath them and you both fell through; he held you close, like he was about to lose you again…

—- time skip (to the spider lobby) —

Miguel felt like he fell for eternity until he saw the lobby, every spider's senses triggered and saw you both falling to the bottom of the hall… Some spiders reacted and swung towards you both but they weren’t fast enough.

“Lyla!”

Lyla put a cold red and aimed all the cameras to you both, big screens saying ‘HELP’ on repeat, more spiders came to join and save them.

“Miles! Pete— jes- Gwen- hob— someone—“

‘Please someone save her… not me…’

That was his last thought until he hit his head on the flat concrete.

—- time skip —

Miguel woke up frantically and looked around his room, his head was pounding, screaming for him to relax but couldn’t, “lyla!”

“…”

“Lyla!!

“…”

“LYLA!!!”

“YES!”

“Where’s my assistant?”

“She’s hospitalized in are medical bay.”

Miguel lowered his head, thinking about how he could've prevented this, he felt miserable just thinking about it…

“I also reassociated her to a new job setting.”

“Why?!”

“That’s classified information-“

“Answer me! WHY!?!”

“Because she got in trouble because of you, she got hurt because of you, if you didn’t come sooner she would’ve been dead in your arms Miguel!!”

He didn’t know what to say, he felt trapped, this feeling of lose came crawling back, it was eating him up again, losing his wife, his little Gabriella and now you… fuck he didn’t even know these feelings exist until now, there was always a soft tug in his heart to actually talk to you before but couldn’t, because he couldn’t lose anyone else, but now truth is here, he can’t protect anyone, he just breaks knots and break promises…

“Miguel… I’m trying-“

“Leave—“

“Mig-“

“LEAVE!—“

Lyla just quickly glitched away, leaving Miguel alone in his bedroom with light beeps coming off the heart monitor on his left. He looked at his hands and saw the small tubes pumping out the bad stuff in his body and some others pumping liquid to take away the drugs.

‘It’s all your fault’, was repeating in his migraine of a head, so… he pulled out the tubes and his nasal cannula and laidback, he heard the heart monitor beeped singly, some of drugs were still in his system so it was hard to breathe lying down, his breathing was hurting again, stringed each breath he took.

He slowly started to see black dots slowly blocking his vision…

Until he saw a frantic Lyla, he couldn’t hear her…

—- time skip —

It was the next day when Miguel woke up again, he felt depressed that he woke up, he moved his eyes and saw Peter b. On his left, with little mayday laying on Miguel’s stomach.

“Hey you woke up!”

Miguel didn’t answer a just looked at mayday, “so Lyla told me to check up on you because you-

“Suicide I get-“

“Miguel, man, you haven’t been like this since…”

“Gabriella.”

“Yeah…”

“…”

There was a small silence until mayday, crawled close to Miguel's shoulder, and stared at him with gentle curiosity, which made Miguel feel miserable. Mayday made a worried small whine, but Miguel looked away from her. Mayday was about to tear up until Peter spoke up.

“Miguel… please tell me what’s wrong. I’m all ears…”

“How’s— (Y/n)…”

“I- Miguel I can’t-“

“You too!” Miguel looked back, “why can’t I see her, why can’t I talk to her!”

“Because I can’t say-“

“WHY- is she dying, do I have a restriction from seeing her— Cono— damn it- don’t tell me she’s pregnant-“

“Miguel! She’s fine! You just can’t see her…”

Little Mayday looked back at Miguel then back at her father with anger in her eyes.

“Mayday you- god…”

“Peter why can’t I see her”

“Because when you came back, your last location on your gadget was your place…”

“Wha-“

“Everyone thinks you hurt and…”

“I didn’t lay a finger on her, Peter! It was Olivia Octavius!”

Peter made a tiny portal so mayday went back in her crib and closed it.

“She was there but she drugged you and trapped you and (Y/n) in a concrete room together…”

“I didn’t do it- you have to believe me—“

“I can’t Miguel, there’s footage of you reaping her, Miguel!”

“Its-“

“Miguel O’Hara! You rape her…”

“I—“

“Your a fucking monster, Miguel, I rather be miles away from you right now but can’t; you know why, because I have to keep an eye on you, because Lyla gave me orders to keep an eye out.

Miguel felt empty, felt like the whole world stopped and he in some fucked up dream or reality that’s crushing him ahole, he- no maybe he did… maybe he did caused this to you… maybe he is what Peter said he is…

“Pete— I’m sorry—“

“…”

“You know— it wasn’t me— it- it— was the meds—“

Miguel trying to stop his quivering. His eyes stings from his tears.

“Peter—“

“Miguel- *sigh* I'm going to get you some food…”

Miguel was silent and didn’t respond, but Peter was already starting to make food.

“It— wasn’t me—“

—- time skip (2 weeks later) —-

(Y/n)’s POV

(Y/n) woke up and felt relaxed to be home, well at a hospital bed, but at least your home, she looked around and saw miles sleeping, then she quickly moved the covers and saw her legs and ankle was fully healed, she looked at her shoulder and it was also healed, ‘heh spider society and there amazing medics.’ Well we can thank Miguel for that.

Speaking of Miguel, I wonder if he’s ok… after everything that happened, I… I’m worried about him… even when he was reassuring me that I was going to be ok… even when doc ock… (Y/n) shook her head, she looked to her right and saw her phone and picked it up, then scrolled through her contacts and saw Miguel's number.

And call him

‘Zzzz zzzzz zzzzz’

‘Zzzzz zzz-‘

“Hello—“

(Y/n) heard his voice, he sounded tired and drained, drowsy even.

“Miguel. How’s-“

“(Y/n)— is- *hic* is— that you…”

‘Is he drinking?’

“Miguel, what happened?”

Miguel coughed and gasped for air for a second, “everything- ngggghhh *hic* fine—“

“Miguel? Where’s Lyla…”

He sighed with some frustration. “I put her off-“

“I-“ you looked up the date, where the calendar was, you were out for two weeks. “How long-“

“Why— you wanna know *hic* so bad—“

“Because- sorry I'm just worried why you are alone, that’s all…”

“Cono— (Y/n)— *sniff* im sorry—“

“Miguel-“

“Why you- even called monster like me— *hic* anyway…”

“Mig-“

‘Beep beep beep…’

She brought the phone out of her ear and almost checked contacts again before she saw 15 unread messages from Miguel.

You looked horrified at the messages you just saw, you looked at miles and he was still fast asleep, you quietly got your clothes on and walked out of the door…

— time skip—

While the elevator went up everything felt silent, even when you turned around and checked the view of the hall, the big screens plastered Miguel and you fell out of a portal…

You sighed, when the elevator became dark and the door behind you opened, you walked through the opened door and went through the end of the hall and knocked on the metal door.

It was silent until the door opened and the smell of heavy alcohol went through your nose, the smell of sadness went through your veins, you looked on the hovering floor and Miguel was nowhere to be found, then she lower her head to a large couch and there lay Miguel on his back, he was wearing gray sweatpants with a plain black jacket, his body slightly twitches from his hiccups. (Y/n) rushed over and tried to lift him a little to make him sit in a sitting position.

“No—“ Miguel whines

“Why didn’t you sleep on your side, you could’ve-“

“Drowned— *hic* why- you care—“

“Miguel why- god what happened between the 2 weeks that passed…”

Miguel didn’t answer, “Miguel, what happened.”

“I—“

He paused for a second, then sat up quickly, “Miguel you gonna puke if you sit up that fast.”

“Leave— *hic* please—“

“Miguel what the hell happened!” Your tone was furious.

“Leave-“ he gagged a little, which made you panicked so you got up rushing for a small trash can in the bathroom, and rushed it to Miguel, right when he got the trash bucket he hauled in it, while he was throwing up, you noticed his his weight has lowered, he has bags under his eyes and when you looked back at the coffee table, there was 4 bottles of whiskey on it.

“How long have they been sitting there…”

“…”

Miguel's computer spoke up suddenly instead of Lyla.

“THOSE BOTTLES BEEN SITTING THERE FOR APPROXIMATELY 4 HOURS AGO, MIGUEL O’HARA AKA SPIDER MAN 2099 WEIGHT HAS RAPIDLY DECREASED OVER THE PASS TWO WEEKS; USE TO WEIGHT 310 IBS, NOW WEIGHT, 265 IBS, HE LOSE 45 POUNDS OVER THE PASS 2 WEEKS.”

then the computer shut off again. Miguel put the trash can down, and took one of the whiskey bottles then took a small sip of cherry whiskey to get the awful taste in his mouth. Then replaced it back.

“Miguel…”

“…”

“Miguel-“

“Why— do you care about a monster like me—“

“Because you saved me Mig.”

“*hic* I raped you, don’t you understand that—“

“Mig-“

“I hurt you— I—“

Suddenly his eyes turned red and his claws showed, his left arm was on the sofa’s back and the right was around his stomach region, he moved his right to his throat, the tip of his fingers were sharp, his left hand started to dig in the back cushion.

“Mig- don’t—“

“Don’t what, (Y/n), I’m a monster—“

“And things like me are not supposed to love or care— *hic* “they only hurt or kill people they protect—“

“They deserve to-“

Suddenly you move his arm and rush in his arms and hug him. “You're wrong— just stop-!”

“(Y/n)-“

“Stop talking— please…”

Miguel’s claws disappeared and his eyes went to his normal eye color and hugged back. It was silent for a couple minutes until…

*sniff*

Miguel cried on your shoulder, his body quivered, and hugged you a little tighter. You both hugged for 30 minutes until you spoke up.

“You didn’t do anything to me, Miguel, you made me feel safe, like I wasn’t trapped, like I know I’m going to be ok even after all this fucked up things that happen to me and you…”

“..”

“You're a very handsome and kind man to be around, even when I was your assistant, you were always so protective around me.”

Miguel lightly chuckled.

“And Mr O’hara, i-“

Miguel moved his face and gave a slightly sloppy kiss on your cheek.

Which surprised you.

“Just call me Miguel, mi Bella chica, te necesito… (my beautiful girl, I need you)

“Querida… (darling)”

You moved in and kiss him, his mouth and tongue taste like sweet cherry whiskey, you sat on his lap and hugged him close, each time you curled your tough in his mouth, he moaned slightly, but sometimes his body jumps from his hiccups, his moans slightly groans, you let go for a sec to get some air but to also check up on him.

“Mmmhhh— *hic*” he groaned afterwards.

“Does it hurt?”

“It’s starting to- *hic*” he squeezed his eyes in pain.

“We can stop if ya-“

“No—“ Miguel whine’s and slowly grabs your hips closer to his lap.

“Ok, sweet thing…”

And you started to make out with him again, but you wanted more of him, so you let go between his moans and with his cute confused face, he was about ask why you stop but you started to take your shirt off and you were in your bra, Miguel was surprised, but then he got worried, when you started with you pants, he stopped you, and you looked back at him confused.

“Are you sure about- *hic* this?”

“Miguel I trust you, I feel safe when I’m around you. So. I want you to be my first- well second- but we don’t count that-“

“Ok, mi amor…”

Miguel let go of you and you started to unbutton your pants, and pulled them off, you then looked at him, he was laying on the sofa, waiting for you even when his body slightly shakes from painful hiccups, you removed your panties and moved his sweats and boxers.

His dick was slightly erect, but she can fix that, “Miguel~”

Miguel looked back at you, “hmmm?”

“Rule 1, you can’t touch me, if you do, I won’t make you have a good time~”

“Are there others?”

“Rule 2 final, I’ll tell you when to cum~”

“(Y/n)~ darling~”

Before he could say anything else, (Y/n) put her clit on the tip of his dick, and started rubbing back and forth, playing or toying with him, he was starting to leak pre-cum, Miguel almost touched you but then moved his hands on the sofa.

“Amor-“

She grabbed his dick and put it in her hole, she moaned quietly but it was heavenly in Miguel’s ears, his claws were back and they were digging into the sofa, he was trying so hard not to touch her delicious hips, she put both her hands on his chest, “relax sweetheart, your so stiff~” he was slowly trying to relax until you went up and down rapidly in smooth motion, you quivered each second you slammed his dick, Miguel moan with pleasure each time you ram him.

“Miguel~”

Yes—“

Before he can speak again you suddenly stopped.

“Miguel~”

“Hmmm~”

“Are you a good boy~”

Miguel redden up, “sweet-“

Before he could say anything, you went in circles while slowly going up and down with your tight pussy…

Miguel gasp, then moaned

“Are you a good boy, Miggy~”

“I—“

She suddenly went forward while he was inside of her. His dick was painfully hard.

“Are you~ Miggy~”

“Yes—“ he lightly whines

“Louder Miggy~”

“Yes!-“

She squeezed her pussy down, which gave him a small groan, “louder~~”

Yes—! I’m *hic* a good boy— please- can I~”

“Yes~”

He couldn’t hold it, he let go of the sofa and slightly dug his claws into your hips, your tight pussy was filled with cum, which you whine with pressure, he rolled his head back and looked back at you and thrust up, which made you moan louder which was music to his ears. (Y/n) lowers her chest to Miguel’s, and kiss him again

Between more soft kisses was “i love you’s” and “I adore you’s”…

—- time skip (till morning) —

Miguel woke up first and saw you in his arms… he remembered everything that happened last night. The kissing, the gentle sweet sex to a more lustful…

“Miguel?”

“Sorry that I woke you, sweet amor…”

“It’s ok, love…”

They were silent for a bit, until…

“I’ll always be by your side mig…”

“…”

“Don’t forget that…”

“I won't, my sweet querido….”

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Nucifera - ch. 3

Billy Hargrove x reader series

Peeps tags: @strawhatgamergirl @puppybittingotherpuppy

Author’s note: sorry for the long wait but wooo, also I made Jordan Mix, he still looks white but ya know a little slight tan, because he’s white and black, but also I usually have burn out because I have adhd, but here we are, but I hope everyone likes it, oh also I put emoji’s, even though it’s the 80’s.

Chapters: ch.1, ch.2, ch.4

Warnings: blood, a gun :D, cursing, slurs, anxiety and gore

Word count: 6251

Billy’s POV

2 weeks has passed, hospital appointments by hospital appointments, some physical therapy appointments to some police reports from the mall incident, it was roughly disappointing because his doctor told him he has to be in protective custody, which his first internal thought was ‘what a load of fucking bullshit’; feeling internally trap in one setting, feels isolating and rubbish. (Y/n) tried to help by talking to his doctor that it was her fault, it was her idea. But Billy cut it off by saying it’s ok, it’s no biggie, even though his brain was running on screws and wiring that is just going to all fall apart; at the beginning his doctor advised him to exercise, which hurts like he was being stabbed repeatedly, not until (Y/n) gave him some lessons for some easier solutions, a month later got half his weight back, it made him kinda more comfortable to look at himself in the mirror, except that massive hellish scar brings shivers down his spine; doing regular exercises was much easier to operate, even got (Y/n) to sit on his back for when he’s doing push ups; brought some of his confidence back up, but that fucking mind flayer keeps crawling back up in his mind…

Thoughts- no scratch that; nightmares through nightmares sworm through his skull, death; friends dying, you… Billy clenched his eyes shut, frustrated, he’s frustrated that he has these stupid thoughts, ‘stupid nightmares… stupid fuckin thoughts…’

He sighed and looked back at his notebook, it was pages and pages of stupid updates and shity doodles of frustration from past appointments for his physical therapy or just daily check ups, lot of it was lazy scribbles of updates but at least they were readable… just makes it more depressing that he has to write a reminder that he went through so much shit in little time, ‘fuckin doctors…’, he slowly breathed out and layed down on (Y/n)’s soft bed, felt quiet when no one was around, it makes his head hurt thinking about everyone, how Steve fuckin Harrington actually saved his sorry ass, why… why though; I bullied him, mock him till he felt threatened; heh- to rightfully feel like a king on top of his thorn; what did It got me, you lying to me, telling me that my sister wasn’t there, got a decent set of punches at me, and not even giving a hell to check I was ‘really’ ok… heh- I was just following a cuck of a father’s rules and I was a bit worried where she was at, but I know she can handle herself. Billy growled in frustration and threw the notebook across the room. And put his hands on his closed eyes and breathed out…

(Y/n) and Max… (Y/n) and Max… (Y/n) and Maxine…

I don’t even know why you both don’t hate me, everyone just left me in the dark, even my own mother… but nope, (Y/n) was worried sick of me and still cares about me, well I never heard you doubt me before… always there for me when I had my bruises from my father, always…

Always… so perfect…

I hate you- well not hate hate you; but I envy how nice you can be to people and especially me, the only “care” I got in high school was bruises and cigarettes… no one wanted to help my pain. My step sister was afraid to help me and her own mother didn’t even bother, I had no one, absolutely no one…

Until you show up again… more beautiful than before… and have that worried look like you used to have. You got Max to actually talk to me, which— fuck— Darn you for being a god damn angel. Maxine actually vents, talks, and jokes around me because of you; but you also just helped me get my confidence up to talk to my little sister…

He slowly put his hands on his chest and opened his eyes. His thoughts cooled down and he slowly got up and saw where the notebook was at. It was close to the bathroom door. Billy sighed and walked up to it and picked it up. As ragged as it is, he still has to deal with it.

Door creaked

“Hey whatcha doing staring daggers on that notebook again?”

Billy got a little started but then looked back at you.

“Oh just putting my frustrations on stupid things again.”

“So your notebook.”

“Yuppp… but at least it’s that piece of shit then something important…”

“Uh-huh… welp I got you something…”

She walked in with a huge bag behind her back.

“Nice hiding spot. Prez~”

“Oh shut up~ so your birthday has passed not so long ago and I wanted to give you these…”

She brought the bag up front. And opened it a little so he could see what’s inside. It was the dark red jacket and the two shirts, with some protein bars. Billy was confused at first but then realized those clothes really were his, ‘I mean it was pretty obvious…’

“Happy late birthday!”

Billy looked back up at her with a sad smile.

“No one ever actually celebrated my birthday; that’s why I always skipped it.”

She gave a small punch on his shoulder, “well that’s just shity. I'm just better than them!”

Billy gave a small chuckle.

“What do you want to do for your 19th birthday?”

“Just chill here; or work out today.”

“Well that's fine with me, I need to do some chores anyway. Also I'm glad you like the gifted!”

Before she walked off to her chores, she gave a small smile back and walked out of her room. Billy looked back down at the gifts and looked at a pacific one, the jacket, he liked it a lot, so much he hoped that (Y/n) wont think of him as a weirdo for wearing one jacket the whole day or even longer…

‘She’s just so damn cute…’

——- time skip (another mouth has passed) ——-

It was april and it was slightly warm outside, Billy was back at his original weight, which is quite outstanding; i mean all those bulking and working out was all not for nothing, Billy is proud he got all his weight back: the only thing is that he getting more stares then before, people are familiar with his old self, before Billy would hide away and he felt squeamish, but now he gives the death glares back if they looked, they're the ones that get frighten, which is amazing to have that self control back, the only difference is that he has lollipops instead of cigarettes, some girls think its cute, seeing a tough guy have a small soft side, but to billy he felt irritated, so when he goes alone sometimes, he tries to find other ways to deal with his anxiety, like tapping his fingers or shaking his leg or just tapping his foot, it usually doesn't last long, because his stomach twists and turns, anxiety is a bitch, and stupid thoughts of stupid shit will just pop up which made his anxiety worst…

“Grrrmmmm *sigh*” Billy picks another lollipop from his pocket and spits out the lollipop stick from his mouth and it lands in the trash can, and puts his 2nd one in his mouth, ‘mmm blueberry…’ He brought the hose up to his car again, his car hasn't really gone out as much because before his dumb organs would hurt like a bitch in his camaro, but now his body feels completely normal.

Well…

Billy lowered his head, and looked at his chest of his shirt.

“*sigh*”

SMACK

Billy looked up and saw Max on the other side of the car. “Max! What the hell!”

“Hey! I was just helping.”

“So throwing a soaked sponge was your plan.”

“Hey! Its not my fault that you still have anxiety over your scar.”

Billy just growled and put the hose back on his car, Max looked disappointed but sad in the same time, so she walked and grabbed the sponge off the ground, then looked back at Billy.

“Hmm” Billy looked back at Max.

“You know you can talk about some things that’s bothering you, ya know.”

“…”

“I know your going back to your normal self; but don’t hold it in, it just makes your anxiety worse…”

Billy clenched his lollipop stick again, “then what are your thoughts on this disturbing scar…”

Max just gave the most dumbest ‘are you serious’ face of all time and said “I think it looks cool and it makes you more of a badass because you saved a whole lot of people.”

“How-“

“WHAT YOU MEAN HOW! *sigh* Billy if I found it disturbing I wouldn’t be talking to you right now wouldn’t I.”

Billy unclenched his pop and brought the hose to Max.

“HEY!!!”

She threw the sponge at Billy and it hit his chest; Billy just started laughing but not until Max grabbed the hose and faced it at him.

*cough* “DANG IT MAX!” He coughed a little more and started laughing again. “Ok! OK! YOU-“ he picked up Max and put her by his right shoulder. “LET GO! YOU DORK!”

“OH I’M A DORK, last time I checked I was supposed to be the jock in high school!” “WELL YOUR A ADULT SO YOUR NOT IN HIGH SCHOOL ANYMORE! LET GO!”

“Hmmm, I can do this for hours or even days-“ “NO!” Billy just started to laugh again, “fine fine…” Billy put her down and she gave little punches on Billy’s right arm. “You! You! Idiot! You!” “So that’s a ‘I want to be picked up again’” “no!” And she ran on the other side of the car, Billy started laughing again a little and picked up the hose from the ground to finish up the rest of his car.

—-

After the car finished, they both took a break, they both sat on the end of the car. “You know… you're right.” Max looked back at Billy.

“Well- I’m sorry that I was a huge asshole before, I just thought… if I was like that; someone will bark back, bring hate back. In a fucked up way I thought that was comfort; I thought if I was like that, my mother would come schooling me back to how I used to be; but… she never came back…”

“I’m sorry-“

“No, don’t be, it’s ok really; life is not as shity as I thought it would be, ye there’s these stupid assholes that might come back, but… at least I have two people that are… actually there for me; which I thought I was going to be alone- but you know… I was wrong.”

Max gave a soft smile and gave Billy a soft punch on his left arm. “Well… I’m glad that you're alright… but! Rest time is over. You have work- well your first day!”

“*sigh* thanks max for reminding me…”

“Hey! At least it’s the same job.”

“True but-“

“If you're talking about your scar, then just wear dark colors. Or a really thick cotton white shirt.”

Billy just nods and went to change to a black shirt and the rest of his lifeguard belongings.

—- time skip —-

Tap tap tap

From the tapping from his finger to the shaking of his left leg, the anxiety is already erupting and it’s making his chest tight. His knuckles on the stringing wheel turn white. His muscles were tensing up. Billy clenches his teeth on the lollipop stick. The candy in his mouth was cracking, each time he clenched, it crack, crack, crack, felt like two stones clenching together to try to turn into one, but can’t. Because they’re two separate entities, two separate objects but the same counterpart, that can’t be fused together no matter how hard you try…

Crack

That sweet ball of candy broke; pieces that felt like chunks of unsharp glass were spewing through his mouth. Billy growled in frustration, ‘damn this fucking anxiety, it’s eating me apart…’ he reached his hand out to grab another lollipop from the armrest compartment and found none…

‘Fuck- I thought I brought more.’ His hand was searching more around until he found a box of cigarettes, it had two cigarettes left. Billy brought it up and till he stopped at the next red light, he looked at the ciggs, he was tempting but (Y/n) yelling at him tells him otherwise, so he threw them in the back with no hesitation. And continuing to chew his lollipop stick.

‘Can this day get anymore fucked then it is…’

— time skip (noon) —

Billy closed the car door and made sure his shirt was covering his scar. His shirt was clinging to his body, his muscles we’re tensing up, all that stress is making his body hurt already.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck everything…’

—- flashback - --

“Are you sure, you’ll be ok going out by yourself?”

Billy look at (Y/n) with a smirk.

“Prez, I got this~”

“Mmmhmmm” she looks unsurprised

—- flashback end —

‘Sometimes I need to be smacked in the head…’

Billy walked over to the building and clocked in. Before he was about to walk out to the locker room.

“Hey! You're the new guy right?”

Billy stiffed up then looked back. The woman gasps, “your that one guy saved all those kids from that mall that catches on fire or one of them!”

“I-“ Billy couldn’t think what to say, “so what…”

“So… nevermine, it’s a tough topic is it…”

Billy just looks at her with a ‘oh really, no shit’ face.

“Hehe, well it’s only me and you today! Everyone else called off because it’s April, and somehow it’s hot for this week… also aren’t you going to be sweating in that black shirt, we have some white ones in the back”

“Tch… I’ll be fine…”, Billy walked out, he can hear the girl in the back, yapping that he’s going to have a heatstroke, ‘whatever…’ right when he was at the door for the locker rooms, he felt hesitated, ‘max… and…’ billy sighed and decided to not put his stuff in a locker… and just brought it with him. When he stept out to the pool, not many people were around. Just three chicks in far corner of the pool and a couple kids they were probably watching; wait there old fucking woman looking at her phone; *sigh*.

Billy can feel the stares from the group of women, it made his stomach heaved. He checked his shirt again if any or just smig of his scar was showing, it wasn’t; which brought his mind at ease, he went to the left and walked to the nearest lifeguard and strapped his backpack to the left handle, before he got to the seat side, that other lifeguard from earlier came over.

“You know we have lockers.”

“Oh I know, but did I fucking ask for a reminder.”

“You know, I’m your couch today.”

“And. I’ve worked at a pool before, I don’t need to be told twice. Or as many times, you want, princess.”

The lifeguard looked in rage, but walked off to the other lifeguard station.

Billy couldn’t care less, he just wanted to get paid and leave. Weekly pay is not all bad. Anything that helps you or your family with bills, ‘don’t want to feel like a fucking burden.’ Billy relaxed in his seat but still feel his anxiety in his pores, it’s making his sides hurt, which fuckin sucks not having a lollipop in a while, he tried to message his sides to keep him at bay with his anxiety, but it just made things worse, he squeezed his eyes shut to see if that helped with his stress, but it just made him nauseous. Sweat that was lightly from the sun was getting worse by the second. He tried to focus on anything to make this stupid anxiety cool down, but that just made it worse.

‘Why did I say I was ready…’

—- time skip —-

(Y/n) Pov

‘How the fuck, do you forget your anxiety pops’

(Y/n) just snickers

“Anxiety pops”

She parked her car and checked her phone again to check where to drop these ‘anxiety pops’ at.

Billy’s text message said, “just dropped them off at the office. 🖤”

“Oh, William, you dork using a heart emoji.”

She grabbed the small bag of lollipops, and stepped out of her car, in the little plastic bag, there was only 15 lollipops, while she was walking over, she looked around and saw not much cars today, the pool parking seemed kinda empty, ‘figured it would be a slow day, it is kinda summer break in some schools, so families would go somewhere more entertaining than just some basic bitch pool…’

While she was walking over there, she was checking her phone again just to make sure where to put the bag of lollipops at. When she made it, she saw Billy to her left, she felt bad how stressed he looks, before she could walk in the office, someone firmly grabbed her arm, she looked to her right and saw zacharius, “fuck off dude, don’t you have anything else to do…”

“Ohhhh~, little rabbit wants to go on her merry way~; too bad because I have something to tell ya.”

“So harassing me and being a fucktard is your way of flirting.”

“You're spicy~ for a little rabbit but I need to tell ya something about Billy.”

“Now why would I want to hear that?”

“Well~ I’m not gonna lie to you. But why do a misfit like you want to hangout with an unmanageable asshole like that.” He shook his head up a little, to make it like he’s pointing forward, towards Billy’s direction. This time Billy got down from his lifeguard chair and was talking to the three chicks that were vibing in the pool earlier.

“See… boys never change, they’ll just keep following what there sluggish hearts can take and never look back.”

She looked back, “same goes to you, if you say that.”

“You’re such a biter~, that’s what I like about you~, but princess~, he would only throw you away like the other bitches, he wore out or just couldn’t care less what they think. You're walking on violence. Someone that threatened his sister; had bloody fights for weak individuals that can’t even sock a punch on solid concrete…”

“That’s-“

“That’s what sweetheart~ those chicks will get there brains fucked out; putting all that worked up anxiety to use… with those pretty little fuck toys in use and come home all relaxed so he can go on his next victim…”

(Y/n) looked troubled, which amused him even more.

“Sorry for telling the truth baby girl… but I’m only protecting you in my only fucked up way~”

“So that time at the mall…”

“Oh princess I wasn’t going to hurt you~ I was just faking a threat to keep you as far away from a monster like him…”

She looked back at Billy; he was still flirting and talking to the girls.

She turned back and snatched her hand back; she walked in the office and dropped the bag on the counter and stepped out.

Looked back one last time…

Then left…

——

Billy’s POV

Billy saw a glimpse of (Y/n), but she already got in her car and left…

“Heyyy… hot shot~”

Billy looked back, and gave the three girls a glare, “you know, it shows me how dumb, all of you are, to get easily flirted… you chicks vaginas must be warned out, just how many times u spat.”

One of the girls had a drink of water in a red plastic cup, she swung her hand out in a fast motion and the water hit Billy’s face. Billy was unfazed and had a smug look on his face. The girls looked disappointed and annoyed, so they walked off. Billy couldn’t care less. He looked at miss lifeguard. “Ima take a break!” While he was walking over he got his phone out and texted (Y/n) back.

“Thanks for the pops Prez~ maybe we can watch a movie 🍿 after I clocked out from work. Maybe horror. 🧡🔪🖤”

A couple seconds passed and he saw no ‘seen’ on the bottom. ‘Maybe she’s still driving or doing errands, she usually answers instantly…’ he closed his flip phone; put his phone in his pocket and walked in the office, and grabbed his pops.

—- time skip (night) —

After he got the pops hours ago, he felt much calmer than before, it even made him throw his stuff in his locker and took a quick shower. ‘Who would knew…’, his shift was almost done with just 2 hours left, it was quiet at the pool, the pool closed at 6:30pm, and the other lifeguard lefted at 5:00pm because she told him, at unexpected family problems happened, Billy understood and apologized about before because he was stressed out from not having his “anxiety pills”, she also apologized if she caused anymore stress then he was already feeling before, he told her she was fine, so she rushed to clocked out and ran out. The pool was easy to clean because it was a slow day. So he’ll do the pool last.

Now back to the present; 10:00 pm, Billy was just at the just of it with cleaning the pool. So he sat the end of the pool and got his flip phone out to check his messages again, he checked if he had any new ones from people he knew, some were appointments and some were max texting him little muscle emojis and telling him you got this, then he checked if you seen his message yet, and you haven’t… which got Billy’s heart clenched, ‘is she’s alright…’, he wanted to text you to see if your alright, but he felt nervous, ‘she’s probably been busy all day…’

So he texted Max and asked if they were both alright, Max responded fast and said, “we’re alright, we’re chilling, Hru.”

He texted back; “I’m doing alright, just chilling at the pool waiting to clock out.”

She text back with a little happy face :D, and ended the conversation.

Billy closed his flip phone and put it in his pocket, he lowered his head towards the pool a little and saw his legs in the pool, the pool had a soft light blue glow, it made the large pool water looked like melted crystals, shiny calming glow, it made him wonder if he should go on vacation too. Feeling tired all the time, from so much stress in one setting, makes you want to scream all the stress out. He moved his legs slowly in the water, making him dazed out from the movement of the water…

“I wonder if (Y/n) and Max would want to go on vacation…” he said silently, a meer whisper.

“Sounds fun… Bill…”

Before Billy could turn around, he got shoved in the water.

The water felt cold and refreshing, but his veins felt burning and boiling from someone above, who pushed him in the pool, the silhouette looked familiar, didn’t had the same clothes from last time, but the face was all to familiar, black roughed up hair, tired eyes, that had no rest for weeks, always had that look where he can get any girl with just a smile, but in reality he would just get his dick sniped and bruises like scarlet and violet roses… the devil himself, zacharius.

‘Nope that’s it ima kill him, I swear.’

Billy swimmed to the top and saw zacharius stupid smug face…

“You're a real bitch, ya know that.”

Zacharius stupid smug turned to frustration.

“Shut up, faggot.”

“Would a faggot, fuck you’re ex’s tight pussy, making her pant and moan; her yelling my name instead of yours.”

“SHUT YOUR MOUTH!” Zacharius pick a 9mm out of his pocket, Billy gave him a straight face, he was unfazed, which made Zacharius felt uneasy, but he continued, “I always hated you, when I was with my group of friends, we were having the time of are lives, going on pool parties, getting drunk on late nights, breaking rules so are parents would get pissed off, but most of all my. Girl. You. Took. From. Me…”

Billy kept being silent and listened…

“A blonde cali boy came to school one day, looking like he own the whole damn school, he walked over and started talking to Carol Perkins, Tommy, and the rest of my group of friends, but-“

“But he took your girl…”

“You… she… just stopped, she hugged me less, stopped looking at me, she told me that we weren't a thing anymore. Days passed and each following day, I saw her looking at the same blonde…”

“I fucking hated you from that day, she stopped being around me, she wouldn’t even give me eye contact, it looked like she forgot about me…”

“Well… you know what she told me that day, she told me that you treated her like shit, she said you slammed her tight clit like a pussy, she… *sarcastic snicker* she told me that you fuck like a girl losing her virginity for the first time.”

Zacharius right hand started to cliver, the 9mm slightly shaking left to right in his hand. You can see the anger in his veins, Billy noticed his finger shaking on the trigger. So he moved underwater in seconds-.

Shot

Billy got hit close to his left side of his intestines, it made a hole through his skin, but it still hurts like a bitch, crimson blood slowly spewing in the water, with Billy’s right hand, he put pressure on it. “Mmmmhhggg”, from above he can hear Zach yell “get the fuck up and face me.” Or just plain cursing, Billy just did the opposite and swimmed further in the deep end, so it make his figure hard to shoot.

Shoot

The bullets were close to Billy, but they all missed, suddenly the bullets stopped coming and another figure came, yelling “what the fuck your doing!” It was mumbled but what came from Zach was “Jordan get the fuck out of here!” It was like hearing two kids yelling who gets to be first in the front car seat.

Billy’s right lung was starting to burn, so he swam up, when he got up the service, he pant quietly because Jordan was distracting zacharius, so Billy swimmed slowly to the edge and put his hands on it, he slowly pushed himself up, even though it was a slightly a struggle to get up, his side making him nauseous, his black shirt getting soaked even more from his blood, when Billy got out, his panting was getting heavier, which made zacharius heard him, right before zacharius turned around Jordan grab his hand with his both hands and brought the gun up. “Jordan fuck off!” Even though Jordan was slightly shorter, he still put up a fight, “Zach! You're insane! It’s old fucking news dude just fuckin move on!”

When Billy got the hang of his breathing again, he pushed himself up, rushed up Zach to put a stop to this stupidity, but Jordan couldn’t hold on for long, and Zacharius pushed Jordan back, then pointed the gun back at Billy, Billy stepped back a little.

Jordan spoke up, “Zach come on man, there’s no point in doing this shit anyway.”

“Shut up!”

Billy spoke up, “Zach if it makes you feel any better, that bitch of girlfriend, you had was a stank; we only had a one time stand, and then she looked for some other dude to fuck…”

“That’s not-“

Jordan spoke, “Zach! Its fuckin true and you know it. The whole school knew, come on dude-“

Zacharius looked back at Jordan, in a fast movement, zacharius faced his gun at Jordan, Billy tried to move-

Shot

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!”

The bullet went through his left leg, it pierced through the thin skin, through the cartilage, smoothly going through the bone and out from the other side, hitting the concrete with a metallic sharp thud.

Zacharius stopped; froze up and looked at his friend, his body started to quiver, “Jordan- I- I—“

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!”

Billy just stood in silence, clenching his side, with his right hand, while his left hand clenched in a fist, Billy didn’t know Jordan that long, but seeing someone that you knew from school, just walking just fine moments ago, now on the floor clenching his lower part of your left leg blood on his hands, crimson liquid stained his black jeans making it darker then it already was. Zach dropped his gun and kept stuttering, but Jordan kept screaming and yelling that he bloody attacked him.

Yelling to screaming.

Yelling t screaming

Ye l in to scre m in

Yell scre-

Billy's brain felt like it was about to burst, from just hearing two men screaming, crying, and apologizing. It was becoming more moshed than normal speech…

“Zacharius get the fuck out of here…”

Zach looked back at Billy.

“But-“

“FUCK OFF WILL YOU, YOU TRIED TO KILL ME BECAUSE SOME WHORE THAT DIDNT WANT YOU.” Billy slowly walked up to Zach, he grabbed his collar with his free hand, and spoke “YOU TAKE YOUR GROUP OF FRIENDS IN STUPID AND DANGEROUS SITUATIONS; YOU TRIED TO HURT AND THREATED MY GIRL AND NOW- NOW YOU SHOT YOUR FUCKING FRIEND!!!”

“I—“

“FUCK OFF! WILL YOU!”

Billy shoved him away.

“FUCK OFF AND NEVER COME NEAR HERE EVER AGAIN, DONT COME NEAR ME OR ANY OF YOUR FRIENDS, AND IF I SEE YOU EVEN CLOSE TO MY SISTER AND MY GIRL ILL FUCKING MURK YOU! YOU HEAR ME!”

Zacharius nods and runs off, leaving the gun, leaving his friend, leaving without even looking back…

Billy ran up to Jordan and aided him in the office and patch up his wounds and Jordan’s wounds.

—- time skip ( 1:34 am ) —-

The stitches hurt like a bitch but at least they’re not bleeding.

“Thanks for helping me out Billy…”

“It’s no Problem… I knew police won’t be here fast enough anyway but they’re coming, do… do you think you can speak up for me… I need to get back home, before (Y/n) goes worried because my phone is broken…”

“No- no… you're fine, no worries I can understand how my sister can be when I’m not home at a certain time, well it passed that time.” He chuckled, “my sis, won’t be worried because she’ll know that I’m with the police anyway so…”

Billy chuckled back and stopped leaning on the office counter, “oh I understand, is your sister a cop?”

“She is actually!”

They both cracked up and Billy said his goodbyes and left…

When he got in his car he felt drained again, he felt like another disaster just flew by, like he got struck by bullet through the heart…

‘Ok… let’s get the fuck home…’

—-

While he was speeding down the road he felt like he really fucked up for some reason…

You are not answering his text…

When you dropped his pops in the office, you didn’t even check on him, or at least waved…

You didn’t even reply back or seen- welp can’t know that now because his flip phone is drenched…

“Why choose me…”

“Wait what am I saying…”

He slammed his right hand on the steering wheel, ‘when you walked out, you… looked frustrated…’

“Fuck…”

He boost up his speed to 110 horsepower, but then he slowed his speed, and slowed his fucked up breathing, no one wants to hear a quivering fool…

He popped a red cherry pop in his mouth and continued to drive home…

Your home…

—- time skip —-

When he came home, he felt like he was about to pass out, his stomach was curling, it felt like a demogorgon was eating his insides out, he felt every inch of his hair spiking out, he felt…

Pinned and trapped…

If he stepped in, it’s over, it’s all over…

He held his breath and tried to calm down…

Everything felt like it was about to shatter…

Until…

He heard your voice in his head.

“Well you're wrong in so many ways, that I would call you. Fuckin idiot, if you think I wouldn’t be there for you.”

Billy felt his breathing coming back and felt his muscles stopped tensing up…

Billy just chuckled while shaking his head in a downward ‘no’ motion. And stepped out of the car. While he walked, he was fiddling with his key again, when he got there, he found the correct key and put his key in the key slot and opened the door.

When he stepped inside, he slowly closed the door behind him. The house was dead silent, ‘everyone probably asleep’, so Billy slowly walked inside to not make any noise until he heard (Y/n)’s door opened, his quiet footsteps turn into a little faster swivels to her door, right before he was going to the hallway, she stepped out from the corner of the hallway.

She had tired eyes but she looked unpleased, her arms were crossed, “where have you been?” She had a soft anger in her voice, she couldn’t see the blood stain shirt, because from his side it’s dark, dim, and hard to see his body, his face was slightly dimmed, “I’ve been at work.”

“It's 2:45 am, Billy.”

“Zach-“

“Don’t give me a excuse about zacharius.”

‘What’

“Sweetheart-“

“Don’t call me that” she had venom in her veins. Billy’s muscles was tensing up, “hey… let me-“

“You let me what B, you clocked out 2 hours ago and now your here like nothing happened, not even at least giving me a call!”

“My phone’s dead”

“That’s an excuse…”

Billy clenched his hands, “what’s an excuse! Look!”

He put his right hand in his pocket, and brought it out, it was slightly drenched and won’t turn on.

“You could’ve called me on the office phone or used your coworker’s phone.”

“My coworker left early and also I didn’t want to fuckin call you because you didn’t answer my text or you haven’t seen my text before 10:25 PM-ish after around 10:30 Pm, my phone broke…”

(Y/n) looked at his phone and smacked it off his hand, Billy looked at his hand and back at you confused, “that’s bullshit.”

“And how is it not (Y/n)” his confusion turned into a low growl of frustration.

“You are just the same player that those three girls were looking for…”

Billy felt hurt, “you're thinking I’m going back to my old ways… you-“

“Me what William, You lied to me that you weren’t going back, you lied to me for making a whore out of yourself for flirting over those sluts. you LIED-“

“LIED!” He *chuckled*, “LIED to you about what! Is it a lie that I saved you and Max from my father, IS IT A LIE, that I was there for you at the mall protecting you from that wuss name Zach! HUH, AM I SO MUCH OF A FUCKIN LAIR! THAT I FUCKIN LOVE YOU (Y/N)!”

Her anger just vanished, “shut up-“

“NO, I was at my fucking job, then Zacharius pushed me in the fuckin pool, so my phone got damaged; to make it like I was fuckin ignoring everybody, he tried to kill me, but his bud jordan came along and saved my sorry ass, I got out of the pool. he got shot my Zacharius and i threatened Zach to never come NEAR ME OR HIS FRIENDS, OR MY GIRL AND MY SISTER AGAIN!”

“…”

“Oh and just in case I’m not LYING to you.” Billy pulled his shirt up and showed his stitched up bullet wound and he move to the side to show her it went right through him, he put his shirt back down and looked back at (Y/n), “but I guess if I’m so much of a Manwhore; as you so called i am… I’ll fuckin leave.”

“No— B im-“

“Stop.”

Billy walked passed her, and walked in her room and grabbed his duffle bag and started filling stuff he needs to get the fuck out of there.

“Billy— just wait, I was-“

“STOP.”

“But-“

“STOP WILL YOU. Just stop—“

He got his stuff and walk out of her room, she ran in front of him and tried to stop him.

“Move—“

“No- just listen to me, it’s a misunderstanding— let me-“

“You already explained already, you told me who I am— so fucking move…”

Max stepped out of her room and saw her brother’s distressed face, she couldn’t see (Y/n), but she saw how her body quivers…

“No-“

“Fine I’ll just make myself leave…”

He grabbed her arm, and pulled her out of the way, it wasn't that forceful, but it made her gave up… so for the most part, she moved…

Billy walked up to the door and heard (Y/n)‘a soft sobbing in the background, while max was calling out for Billy.

But he never looked back.

And…

Simply said “I’ll pick you up tomorrow Max…”

And quietly opened the door and closed the door behind him, while never looking back…

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☣️ Luis serra ☣️

💐he’s such a ladies’ man, well… he can be fruity to Leon too.💐

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Shattered hearts

Il Dottore x reader angst

Summary: In 3.2, Dottore takes both gnosis, the electro and the dendro, and ya’ll know all his segments are dead 💀; but what if this happened, Dottore made his deal with Nahida, but he made a exchange for Nahida’s assistant (reader) instead of the electro gnosis, the exchange was for the deaths of his segments, Nahida didn’t want too, but reader insisted; She insisted because she wanted to protect her hometown and Nahida. Nahida was sobbing but she excepts your offer. Reader said her goodbyes and went with Dottore. Two years has passed as you being his assistant; through those two years. Reader notices his routines and how he noticed how a nice and beautiful woman can change someone perspective; they both got fairly close; but the fatui are not on point with these new notices and closeness, so they have to take it by hand… (Also there’s an age gap in this AU, Dottore is 41 and reader is 28; thats a 13 years age gap, i do like my older men 🥺 also Dottore sometimes speaks in lab terms.) also also, i think Dottore looks amazing like this beautiful art that how he gonna look like in this AU and go follow the artist by the way they’re amazing!

Suggestion of a song I was listening to while writing this.

Warnings: deep angst, blood, blood lose, starvation, cursing, depression, soft Dottore, spoilers for Dottore real name (Zandik), deep guilt, character death, and sad ending

Word count: 5279

(Y/n)’s POV

“GET AWAY FROM HER!!” Dottore said

Everything felt heavy around You, the astrosphere of your surroundings were slightly blurred from the tears and crimson blood that was flowing out of your body, your chest felt like a burning sun was going right through you, (Y,n) tried to move her eyes to look at Dottore, he was being pulled down, by two fatui guards, he was trying to break there strong grip, but no budge, (Y/n) tried to move her hand forward, but got crushed by a boot, “AAAAAAAAAAA-“ the boot move fairly quickly to (Y/n) mouth to shut her up.

“Shut your mouth princess, we don’t want your boyfriend to get anymore feisty then he already is-“

“I will fucking dissect you and use your organs as fuel for my fucking fireplace if you, LEAVE HER FUCK ALONE.”

‘Zandik…’

The fatui member just laughed because he knows damn well, Dottore can’t do shit, they took his special abilities away, his knifes, his living space, EVERYTHING, the only things he has is what he’s wearing when (Y/n) and him first meet at Sumeru…

“I’m soo scared Mr Dottore, OH WAIT, your not in the fatui anymore, no more 2nd class fatui harbinger, NO MORE Mr doctor to be called, because you broke a rule!”

Dottore felt deflated because he just lost all his progress because… because of me, ‘why… did- why did i insisted. he lost everything, his work, his segments, and… just- everything just gone…” While Dottore looked to the ground, he then looked up, “no, I haven’t.”

“And what makes you say that?”

“I still have my assistant.” He looked at (Y/n) through his mask but his lips was quivering.

“Aww how disgusting… HEY YOU” the fatui member pointed at the member that was holding Dottore down on his left. “Take his mask off, he doesn’t deserve or have the right to wear that mask. Also I just wanted to see what he looked like.”

The left fatui member yanked Dottore mask off in a harsh way, he threw it across the room, “damn your a lot older, I thought you were in your early 30s”

Dottore just looked at him with burning hatred.

“Welp enough chit chat, time to put this sick puppy to sleep.

“NO!? LET GO OF ME!!”

(Y/n) never knew that a man that's been called a psychopath or a monster, can have so much emotion to someone. The man moved his boot to your arm, and faced a shotgun, right on the tip of your skull. The cold tip of the gun gave shivers down your spine, soft whipping came from your gentle voice and it frightened Dottore to the bone.

“No- no please I beg-“

“Wow, I've never seen such a sight.”

A deeper and much rougher voice walked in the room.

‘Captaino?!?’

“Let her go, I have orders to execute her.”

The fatui member moved his feet off (Y/n) and gave the shotgun to Captaino and ran off. Captaino saw how (Y/n) was trying to get up, but Captaino put the cold tip of the shotgun on your head again. And you paused.

“I suggest you don’t get up… crawl instead.”

“Why…”

“Do you want to die?”

(Y/n) started crawling slowly to Dottore, Captaino was watching from afar but he was counting.

“Stop— sto- stop please” to Dottore cry was out of this world. “Dottore… help-“ “sweetheart- please just-“

Dottore try to move out again, squirming to break free, Captaino was slowly walking up to (Y/n), he saw how much blood was on the floor, painting crimson all over the concrete flooring. Dottore was panicking because each time Captaino got closer, he felt like he'd be a nobody without you, "please pick me— not her- I’ll do anything- please!!!” Captaino put the shotgun on the tip of her skull… “Nahida… I’m sorry— I’m sorry, I failed you, I’m sorry Zan-“

“Shut your mouth, you rat!”

“PLEASE— please just pick me- leave her be-“

Everything felt more heavy, your body felt slightly colder than before, your eyesight is fading slowly, ‘please…’

Dottore POV

Dottore eyes were clenching shut ‘NO- NO- NO, please oh archons please…’

Suddenly he felt cold, frostbite cold, his body was slowly getting colder by mere seconds, he opened his eyes and saw a cryo vision, the right fatui member saw it too and tried to grab it but right when he let go of Dottore. Dottore snatched it, ‘I’m such a fool.’ Then he found out he can have fast cryo speeds and swoop up (Y/n).

“SEES HIM”

‘Fuck what else can this mechanism can do!?!?”

As Captaino was inches from the both of you, you both teleported; leaving an icy debris where they were at.

“Find them now!!!”

—- time skip —-

When Dottore opened his eyes he was laying on the ice cold snow, snow was slowly falling from the sky, which made him panic and stopped him from his calm trance, he sat up and looked below his chest and saw (Y/n). “Sweet Thing-“ he immediately checked your pulse and your heart was fine? You were breathing normally but.- he checked your stomach region and it was covered in snowy ice, “how long was I sleep-“ Dottore heard a whipper and look at your face, you were crying softly and he just now noticed you slightly shaking, “I-

“SEARCH, I WANT THERE HEADS ON A STICK, LOOK FOR THAT WOMAN’S BLOOD”

Dottore is sweating bullets now, he looked to his left and saw Captaino screaming for murder. “Fuck- ok ok.” He looked back at you with panic, “don’t worry I- I got you- just… Shezhnaya to Sumeru, just- *gulp* fuck…”

“There!?!”

His heart was racing like a wildfire, “just Shezhnaya to Sumeru-“ “KILL THEM.” “Just- FUCK- just Shezhnaya to Sumeru” Dottore was holding you tighter and tighter from each step the fatui took, “just Sumeru please-!”

Teleport

“They got away sir-“

Shot

The agent’s body fell limp to the ground, blood spewing out of his skull leaving a crimson snowflake to the ground.

“Dispose the body, his family won’t be very happy about the news. That he failed to do a simple order.”

— time skip —

Dottore was holding (Y/n) and Fell to the concrete ground on his back, “physics…” then he got a spear above his face, it was a Sumeru guard, he was shocked that he made it to Sumeru but felt so lightheaded and drained, “how the hell did you got here, and stand up!” Dottore tried but he felt like he was gonna puke, “please- I just need her to be at- a medical station or a doctor- she’s bleeding badly-“ the guard kept his spear at him and moved his head to see (Y/n) and fear was his eyes, “(Y/n)!?” The guard dropped his spear and picked (Y/n) up brittle style, and ran to the big green palace, “good- *sniff* fuck-“ tears ran down Dottore eyes, weak sorrowful tears that just won’t stop, he put his gloved hands on his eyes, to hide his shame from everyone, the two guards that were around protecting Nahida palace were shocked, Dottore just remembered he has trackers on his vest and boot, so his “fatui friends” would “help” and find him, he got the one in his left side of his vest and frosted it and smashed it in his palm and try to sit up again because there was one under boot, ‘“tch”, and slowly got up, and took it and frosted that one and smashed it, one of the guard’s from the palace; walk up to Dottore and point a spear to Dottore’s face, “why did you destroy those-“ “how idiotic can you simpletons can be, I destroy my trackers so no- no one get… fuck… hurt” the guard noticed Dottore was clutching his stomach region, “how did you- teleported here?”

Dottore couldn’t care less so he showed the guard the cryo vision, “a delusion?”

“No, my vision…”

The guard tried to speak up again but Dottore shut him up.

“I got it, from saving (Y/n), she was dying, and…”

Suddenly Dottore felt prickles in his abdomen, small roses spikes that were stabbing his insides, it felt like it was growing up fast, slowly going up his throat, “aa— *cough* *cough*” rose petals were coughing up from his throat, the guard was worryingly confused until Nahida came into view. “Leave.” The guard walked back to his post, “didn’t I tell you were banished from coming here.”

“Yes— but- *cough* I was banished from Shezhnaya too—“ “So you think you can just come back-“ “No—“

The prickles were getting to his lungs, it was hard to breathe, “I— *gasp* I wanted to save— fuck— I can’t—“ “CANT what Il Dottore!” “I— COULDN'T LEAVE HER- OK—“ Dottore was trying to breathe but couldn’t, with little strength he had he punched his chest to try to break the prickles, but that just made it worse, he just coughed out some more blood and crimson petals, his lightheaded head was turning to a migraine, “please— I’m- *gasp* sorry I took her from you—“ Nahida was shocked… hearing a man that use to have so much pride and thought everything was a sick joke; begging, begging for his life, Nahida sighed, and killed off the roses that she made his body, Dottore gasped for air and had some coughing fit but at least he was breathing again…

“When you feel alright I want you out, out of this region, you are banned from seeing (Y/n), i hope you rot in the abyss.”

And Nahida just walked back to her palace not even looking back.

Dottore laid on the ground for a while, waiting for his dear (Y/n) to recover…

— time skip (3 hours past) —

After he felt recovered, by using his cryo elements, to put some ice on his wounds, he waited by the stairs, while his wounds slowly heal, he felt so exhausted, this migraine isn’t helping either, he growled in frustration; he started to stare at his gloves again and put his gloved hands to his forehead, and a ice coolness cooled his head, a sigh of relief came out of him, until he heard one of the guards from the palace coming near him, “scram…”

“I should be the one saying That to you.” The guard spoke.

“…”

“Hey don’t ignore me. Leave and leave-“

“This region I get it…”

Dottore slowly got up, he felt dizzy, ‘fuck’ “leave!” “Tch…” and slowly walked down the long steep walkway, the sun felt hotter than usual, ‘I hope I’m not having a fever… Well lots of blood loss, open wounds, using cryo to close them up, having an awful migraine, and out of breath.’ He slowed his pace and made it to the bottom, food stations were everywhere, Dottore was breathing heavy; he sweating bullets, “fu— *breathing heavy* where’s a chair or bench—“ as Dottore was panting while looking downward , a woman came up with concern, “sir are you-?” While Dottore looked up just the slightest, she had a horrified look, “sorry- I must go!” Dottore felt miserable, ‘stupid face, stupid scar, stupid people…” when he felt less dizzy, he straightened himself up but hid his face with a hand when someone looked, he slowly walked through treasures street and passed the grand bazaar entrance, ‘damn this heat’.

Everyone was staring daggers and disgusted looks, he sighed in a shaking breath, and walked to the fence and leaned on it, two people were talking behind the blacksmith building and saw Dottore, and ran off.

Dottore just groaned in disappointment; ‘Not a single person is gonna help me, hehe , why wouldn’t they, I murdered countless of people, test subjects thousands or maybe even millions over the years, strangled men and women’, he put his gloved hands over his face, he shakily soft laughed, ‘how do you care for someone like me, you were afraid of me at first, but you just had me wrapped around your sweet little finger, showing the equivalent of love in a short while of time, how touch starved, I can be around you, I always wanted to try to get close to you but the law and the act in Shezhnaya is to not get close to someone, show no emotions, no love, just pure rage, and arson, everywhere you walk; you were afraid of Shezhnaya, terrified of me… but you stop being fearful, instead of fear, you were concerned and worried about me, why— why were you concerned about me, is because to torment me, to change my motives, for the good and not for the rotting evil of a harbinger’, his hands were freezing up slowly, ‘why— was it because it took me a year to finally understand what you were doing to me… how— you just…

No, no— what am I saying, you were a woman that got tooken away from your homeland, so of course, she needed someone else to talk to… and you just talking to me, made me feel vulnerable, haven’t felt that in years, being slightly immoral, can be so lonely and trapped, but you changed that, which— fuck.. god damn it!… Hehe—‘ his lips started to quiver; and he slowly turned his back to the fence and sat down on the concrete floor, he put his head back with his eyes closed… ‘What am I gotta do with you, oh (Y/n)…’

—- time skip —

The small nap was interrupted by there royal fucking guards again, “didn’t I tell you to scram.”

“Didn’t I tell you, I have no were to go…”

“I don’t care, you need to leave.”

“I can't leave this place that far anyway, I’ll be dead in mere seconds…”

“And-“

“I’m already dying anyway, I’m using my ice to repeatedly covering up my wounds, I feel unsteady when I walk, I’m just stuck here with no medical attention-“

“Don’t you have your own medical supplies, you are called the doctor.”

Dottore looked like he was about to murder this man. “They took my supplies at Shezhnaya and I can’t get any, because everyone is afraid of me…” he said while gritting his teeth.

“Yeah, because you're a murder and a freak.”

Dottore’s anger turned to disappointment because of hearing it again or just several times. “Tch” the guard left with annoyance, ‘just leave me the fuck alone… I’ll skin you…’ Dottore sighs and lays his head on his knee. After some minutes his stomach growled, ‘I can handle this later’ and rest his migraine away…

— time skip (the next day) —

Dottore woke up from his stomach growling again, but it slightly hurt this time, ‘hmm how long was I asleep…' ' he felt undizzy, his wounds felt a lot better, but they felt they might reopen again, if he doesn’t be careful. So he slowly got up and rubbed the dirt off, and looked up and saw the dark blue sky filled with stars, he looked back at the stalls and saw people still working, he walked past the blacksmith and went to his left, and arrived at the first food stall.

“May I-“ the person at the stall, put a close sign up and rushed to the back of his stall. “Fine.”

Walked to the next

“Can-“ and did the same thing but covered his shop up.

‘Idiots’

He walked to several others but they all said no, the last one was the bar and they locked it, before he even knocked on the door, “FINE.” He walk up to one of the tables and sat down on one of the chairs, it was more comfortable then, sitting on the concrete, he put his arms on the table and rest his head on them, trying to ignore his stomach even though it hurts, each time it growled, he sucked his stomach in to stop the pain, the guard from either was walking passed by and saw Dottore, he shocked his head walked away to his spot again.

‘Darn this body’ Dottore put his head back down. A couple minutes passed and a brave young waitress came up to him.

“Sir, you-“

“I need to leave, I get, but I can’t go anywhere, because…” he puts his head up with annoyance, “If I leave, I die, I have a bounty on my head, from the fatui, I can’t go to liyue, mondstadt, Shezhnaya, or any other regions, you can think of, because apparently I’m still fatui to everyone but I’m not.

“Why is-“

“Why you might ask, because a archon I made a deal with, to take her assistant instead of the electro gnosis, because I thought I NEEDED an assistant because all my segments were dead; so I did. And what did that get me?”

“…”

“A change of perspective in life…”

“And that’s a bad thing, why?”

“It’s not… I just… I don’t know, I lost all my work, because of a single person…”

There was an awkward silence. Not until Dottore’s stomach was craving for food once more, it made Dottore look away from embarrassment. She saw how he slightly tense up each time it craved.

“Do you… have mora?”

“I do…”

“I'll.. try to negotiate with my boss, and give you one of are menus”

Dottore looked back dumbfounded, “you're not scared of me?”

“No, well maybe a little, everyone knows what you did in the past was terrible, but you definitely changed, when you got down here you didn’t even attack anyone or hurt anyone, even when the other stores faked out they were sold out or they were closed, you just walk off… I saw you when you first walked down the walkway; when I was doing food deliveries…so don’t beat yourself up… I’ll be right back…”

She went back inside, and tried to negotiate with her boss. It took an hour in a half but she came back with not a menu but a well down steak, with potatoes and fish fries on the side and also put down a glass of water, “sorry, we argue for awhile, so while we argued I made a meal for you, I hope you like it. If not, I can change it.”

Dottore was so focused on the food in front of him that he forgot the waitress was there, he shook his head and looked at the waitress, “sorry dear, and the food looks delicious so no changes but here.”

Instead of giving mora he gave a gold coin, it almost looked like a gold nugget, but it was certainly not mora. She was shocked, her eyes were slightly puffy, “also this is for your boss, for hiring an amazing chef.” He gave yet another gold coin. He was about to pick up his fork, but she hugged him. “Thank you— so much—“ his body tense up, but she let go, “ *sniff* also you're not terrifying as people say you are; having a massive scar on your face doesn't make you look scary, you're actually quite handsome- well thank you again, have a good meal!” And she left.

‘I’m not terrifying’ he touched his face with his left hand, and touched his scar. ‘Handsome…’ he put his hand down and was about to eat again until he heard her boss cheering with joy from inside the bar.

“You're welcome.”

And started to eat his food.

— time skip (the next day) —

Dottore felt at ease, walking around Sumeru, less stares happened around, some people pity him, some of them stare with hatred, and some look with sad looks, the little waitress incident probably brought the whole town on a good note. Even some nurses or doctors ask for medical facts, which was surprising. Nahida was still a bit, spectacle on Dottore, so she made Al Haitham have a close eye on him.

While he was walking he was thinking back to what you said, when you both were at his lab.

—

“Why do you test on humans anyway?”

“To check what was their cause of death, to see their blood cells can generate more blood cells than any normal human being, to see if their soul can go into mechanical matter, or you might say a robot or droids.”

“Has.. anyone healed much faster than a normal being?

“No. Haven’t got anyone to heal much faster than anyone, I would say only archons can do that, not unless you kill them fast enough.”

(Y/n) kinda tense up from that. Dottore noticed this. And looked back on his notes.

“Sorry dear, I know if I frighten you but I’m not thinking of hurting lesser lord kusanali, or have her dead, I haven’t killed an archon in years so you're fine.”

“You killed archons.”

“Some but very few, couldn’t get samples. I was planning to help with my segments but that’s a long waste now.”

“What if… you found someone with that ability?”

He finally looked back up with a questionable look, “if I did I would’ve been more immoral than I already am?”

“You're immortal?”

“Not really, but I can age once every 50 years.”

“That’s pretty short compared to archons.”

“It is… but why do you ask?”

“Umm… I used to have a friend that was half archon, she lived half the life span as an archon does, but that’s still more than any other humans, she meant.”

“Is she-“

“She passed away years ago from a spear to the heart.”

“…”

“But she could've lived longer, if the spear missed her heart by some inches she would’ve lived, they said when she was comatose sometimes the only way you knew she woke up or fully healed is when it rains…”

“Was her mother, Amphitrite.”

“Yes.”

“And her father?”

“A human of course, but unknown.”

“Maybe… nevermine.”

And he went back to his studies.

—-

‘Half-achron…’

When he was walking up to the green palace to see if he could check on (Y/n) , it started to rain… it started to drizzle, but when he got closer to the last steps. It was pouring, his coat was getting soaked but he couldn’t care less…

“Shot it’s pouring hard…”

“Yeah…” Both guards said; they both walked back to the palace.

Until…

Door slam open

“Zandik!?!”

“Your- your a-“

Before he could say anything else.

She flew right in his arms, he had to take aback what happened, ‘you have wings, you have hydro vision, you— you're the half archon?!?!’

“I’m— sorry I didn’t tell you, who I was-“

“You were terrified (Y/n), I wouldn’t doubt you for telling me before either…”

She just softly giggled, they both hugged for a while until Nahida stepped out, she was frustrated, she didn’t even notice Dottore, , “(Y/n)! You're still healing-“ she saw Dottore, she wanted to stop him, but after she saw (Y/n) genuinely happy, her frustration cooled down, she had a sad but forgiving smile, she walked down gently. Little music notes each time she stepped, the rain was lessing out, to a soft drizzle.

Dottore looked down at (Y/n) and (Y/n) looked back, she had shuck a gentle smile, then he looked at her wings, they were like blobs of water, but as shiny as sapphires, gentle gemstones that can shatter in a simple touch. He put his hand through her wings, they were warm, “your hands are cold even through your gloves”, “sorry… still new to these visions…” “hehe”, her laugh was generally cute… “is your vision really next to your heart…”

“It is…” she made her vision glow; her skin glowed slightly where her heart was located. “I’m very fragile; when there’s no rain out; I’ll be shattered like a glass heart; lefted like dirt and grime; lefted like the abyss.”

“But when there is rain, your power grows like a sunflower, looks beautiful, when it consumes sunlight, but mellows down when there isn’t…”

(Y/n)’s cheeks blushed, which made Dottore chuckle; closed his eyelids and delicately kissed her forehead, “then I’ll treat you delicately like a sweet little sunflower, love…”

The drizzling was just near drips.

Click

Dottore's eyes shot and looked to the stairway that was leading downward and saw Captaino, he had a gun that had a large harpoon at the end of it, pointing at (Y/n). He moved her behind him, and the drizzle slowly went back to rain.

“Sorry to cancel your plans, but oh Dottore, we wouldn’t want your poor princess to be hurt don’t we…”

“Back. Off.”

“So demanding. when it comes to her, I wonder… is it because she is a half-archon.”

Dottore was about to speak up, but…

“Oh I knew from the very start; when she arrived to are quarters, when the harbingers and I saw you stepped in with her, we thought you were going show some murderest game, that was going to a irrupt, but we got it all wrong, that little glass heart was your assistant, how she hid behind you, when we had other meetings, I did some digging and found out that she’s a little straight angle of a archon, her other half is a mere human; I kept silent for so long, because i was wondering, what in the world are you toying with a half-fucking-archon.”

“…”

“Hehe, but you weren’t toying with her, your cold shivering heart, couldn’t seem to understand how a kind and beautiful sunflower can change your reality…”

“Hmmp, I guess that’s why they put me as the 2nd harbinger; I’m well known for my facts that… how should I say it… oh! That love can show more meaning than some garbage gadgets.”

Captaino was silent and pointed the gun at Nahida. He shot the harpoon at Nahida, Dottore put an ice wall before the harpoon could hit her.

“Clever… oh so clever…”

“Miss Kusanali! Are you ok-“

Captaino clicked something on his gun, and the harpoon grappled back, the edge of the harpoon sliced the throat of the Sumeru guard.

“Kaasska—“ the guard was gagging, crimson blood was pouring out of his neck and mouth, he was looking at Nahida for help.

“*sigh* So annoying…”

Captaino moved his left arm up and revealed the shotgun from before.

Shot

“See that wasn’t hard was it… Now.”

Captaino Pointed it at Nahida, but before he can shoot Nahida, Dottore teleported Nahida and the other guard into the green palace and blocked the entrance with solid ice.

Captaino growled with anger in his veins. “You-“

“Me what! You're not killing any archons or any more of Lesser lord Kusanali’s people.”

“Well that’s a shame… because… that half-archon is more valuable…”

“Tch…”

Dottore grabbed a hold of (Y/n)’s wrist and teleported them to the akademiya back entrance that leads to the green palace.

“Zandik?!?! What about Nahida-“

“She’ll be fine! Capitano is aiming towards you; as a rock of captain he is, he’ll do anything for that person to be dead…”

Dottore picked up (Y/n) bridal style and ran into the akademiya building, “everyone get the hell out of here! There’s-“

Captaino broke the door to the back entrance, everyone screamed in panic and ran out. Dottore ran next door to the library, he closed the door and blocked it with yet another solid ice wall.

“Everyone up the elevator now, there’s a murderest fatui harbinger in this building!”

Everyone went up the elevator, it was cramped but everyone got up… apparently they turned off the elevator so no one else could enter. When Dottore got close to the elevator the lower floor was wide open because the power was off…

“(Y/n)…”

“Zandik don’t-“

Dottore dropped her down the elevator shaft and blocked the entrance with solid ice before she could fly up quickly.

“ZANDIK!”

Her voice was slightly muffled because of the ice. The door behind him smashed open. And the man himself; Captaino, has walked in.

“am I interrupting something…”

It made Dottore fist curl, and he turned around to look at Captaino.

“Let’s just get this over with…”

“My pleasure…”

— time skip (I suck at writing fight scenes 🥸) —

Al Haitham POV

I ran into the akademiya, I looked to my left and saw Dottore looked like he was at his limit; Captaino looked like he was unflinched but with bleeding deep cuts.

“LET ME OUT— PLEASE—“

Al Haitham heard (Y/n) from the elevator shalf and ran to it.

“Al Haitham?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of there!”

Al Haitham used his sword to crack the ice. “Cover your eyes!” (Y/n) covered her eyes with her hands, Al Haitham was about to break the ice, “damn it…” and with one final hit, it broke.

(Y/n)’s POV

When the ice broke, (Y/n) flew up, and saw Dottore, he was on his back, looking afraid and powerless.

“Well… it was nice knowing you Dottore”

Click

“Sleep Well… old friend…”

‘No—‘

Before Captaino shot Dottore with a harpoon, (Y/n) swoops in and got shot straight through the heart by pushing Dottore out of the way.

“NOO—“

Before Captaino would say selfish remark, with the last of her powers she used the water from her wings and made it to a thin line, to cut right through Captaino’s neck, it was like she cut through paper…

“Bastard-“

Captaino’s body fell limped and his head moved just slightly away from his body.

Dottore’s POV

“No— no, why—“

Dottore crawled up next to you. At the tip of the harpoon had your slowly pumping heart and the poor shattered vision was clinging on it, grasping for life but can’t.

“Zan—“

“Stop— I can fix this—“

(Y/n)‘s body was slowly starting to shake, her eyes were blurring up because of the amount of tears there were.

Dottore tried to touch her heart that was slowly decreasing by the second, but with little strength she had left she held his wrist weakly.

“Zandik- it's no use—“

“No- I can fix this—“

“Zan— just stop—“

Dottore looked back at her, then at her heart one final time; her heart stopped, her vision didn’t have that beautiful glow anymore.

“Za- remember when I said— *cough*

She coughed out some blood, crimson droplets dangling from her mouth.

“Remember— how I said… you can do so much in so little time— when you're close to someone…”

“Don’t say—“

“I’m— glad that I get… to meet someone like you— in such little time I had…

“Sweetheart-“ Dottore hold her right hand, “your— fuck— FUCK—“

“Zandik—“

“Yes- sweetheart—“

She moved her hand that was holding his wrist and moved her hand to his soft cheek.

“Stay strong for me, ok…”

“I— I can’t- I’m nothing; nothing, without you.”

“Zan—“

Everything felt blurred, her soft hand fell limp to the ground, her chest stopped slowly moving, her eyes was lifeless, her bright delicate smile was nowhere to be seen… Nahida ran in and sobbed what she witnessed, Al haitham quietly sobbed too.

“Sweetheart…”

Dottore had clumps of tears falling down on (Y/n)’s face.

“I’m sorry—“

Dottore slowly lowered his head and placed it on yours…

“I’m sorry— my little delicate sunflower…”

When a bird is alive... It eats ants. When the bird has died... ants eat it. One tree can be made into a million matchsticks... but only one match is needed to burn a million trees…

Circumstances can change at any time... Don't devalue or hurt anyone in this life... You may be powerful today but time is more powerful than you…

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Nucifera - ch. 2

Billy Hargrove x reader series

peeps tags: @puppybittingotherpuppy

A/n: hello I’m glad people liked the first chapter, a fellow follower was wondering if the POV would be Billy most of the time, and to answer to that question, yes the majority of the chapters, would be throughout Billy’s side of view, I would tiny bit put Reader’s POV, but I see it much easier to see it through Billy’s eyes. I hope everyone enjoys reading! 🥺 sorry for having huge burn out.

Chapters: ch. 1, ch. 3, ch. 4

Warnings: slight ptsd, blood, trauma, slurs, cursing, NSFW 💫, and slightly Neil

Word Count: 6914

Billy’s POV

The sound of crickets can be heard from outside, the small gape from the window was making it as light as white noise.

Billy woke up once again, nightmare by nightmares keeps repeating over and over again, *groan* ‘stupid nightmares’ he tries to breathe in to take the frustration out of his veins, but a massive strain comes from his right side, it hurt like a bitch, “fuck…. Ow….” He breathes out painfully, but what’s the point of sleeping if nightmares keep fucking happening, he put his hands on his eyes to try to get the sleepiness out of his eyes, “hey (Y/n), could you…” *sighs through his nose* “could… you help me out to sleep”, he said barely a whisper, when he got no response he removed his hands from his eyes, and turned to the left, “(Y/n)?”, she wasn’t right next to him, or anywhere in her room.

“(Y/n)?”He sat up slowly and saw her door was cracked open slightly, a small light coming from the door, ‘she must’ve got up to eat or something?’ He got up slowly and walked up to the door, right when he was next to the door, he heard someone crying, scared even, “please stop…”, Billy opened the door in a rushed, because he knows that voice, it was (Y/n), Billy rushed over to see what was happening, even if his lung sting or burned from breathing in a rush, he wanted to help (Y/n).

He got to the living room from the end of the hall and saw Neil, (Y/n) was bruised up, purple and dark violet bruises on her face, she had knife marks on her arms, with pink scratch marks and a violet bruised around her neck, she was sobbing her eyes out, Neil saw Billy, and picked up (Y/n) and put a knife on her throat, “hey, William…” Neil said.

“Let her go!”

“Why.”

“LET HER GO!!” Billy lung felt like it was gonna burst, but he didn’t care for anything except you.

Billy tried to walk forward, But Neil put the knife closer to (Y/n)’s throat, “Nuh uh uh,” Billy stopped in his steps, just froze up, “what too afraid…”, Billy’s lips quivered, “stop…”, “stop! *pff* are you fucking idiotic!”, the room was silent for a moment, Billy couldn’t think what to do, “Billy-“ (Y/n) said, “shut your fucking mouth you whore”, Neil covered her mouth, and moved the knife into her shoulder, she screamed and cried in agony, “dad stop!” Billy was begging at this point. “Dad, *laughs* Dad?!?!?” Neil moved the knife more into her muscle tissue, “don’t call me your father, why would I want a weak and pathetic son like you.”

“Stop please…”

Neil pulled out the knife from her shoulder, and put it back on her throat, it was near inches from her throat, “Billy…”, “(Y/n)… don’t worry i-“, Neil put the knife back on her neck, “don’t test me boy.”

“Dad- ple- please, don’t do this…” Billy was crying at this point.

“B- bill-“

‘Shit what do I do!’

“Billy!”

‘Prez- fuck what do I do!!’

“BILLY!”

————

Billy’s eyes shot open, his body was covered in sweat, his shirt was drenched in sweat, his breathing was hyperventilating speed, “(Y/N)!” He look to his left, and saw (Y/n) with a sad worried look, “BB?”, Billy stared at her for a couple seconds, on her arms, her face, her neck, not a bruise or scratch, or knife wound in sight, “g- good, yo- your *sniffle* ok…” “did you-“, “of course I- I- I had a shi- *sniffle* shity nightmare…”, “do you want to-“ “no.”

(Y/n) POV

‘Billy…’

Billy’s body was shaking up, his breathing was worryingly unnormal, he put his right hand on his left side, everytime he breathed heavily, he would clench his side, and grunt or winced in pain, it made your heart throb when you heard him cry silently. ‘I just want to help…’

(Y/n) slowly put a hand through his curly dirty blonde locks, he leaned in her touch, his crying was softing a bit, “Bil- William everything going to be ok, I’m here…”

Billy stared at you for a second with teary eyes, he opened his mouth, but then closed it.

Billy POV

She looks worried, ‘don’t pity me…’ her soft gentle face, makes my heart throbs, what do I deserve your pity, you probably think I’m weak, a fucking scumbag, crying bitch tears, in a beautiful woman’s bed. Instead of showing her, how a real man can be, strong, fierce, and tough, someone you don’t have to worry about, someone you can see as an alpha, not a weak squeamish omega.

“(Y/n) are you- *sniffle* ok?”

“Yes… I am? Did you… have a nightmare about me?”

Billy stayed silent and just nodded, “yeah… you probably think it’s stupid or I’m lacklusting…”

“What- No, Billy… Nightmares are normal, it’s normal for people who have trauma, it’s normal for kids and children to have nightmares, it’s normal for people who are dealing with post traumatic stress disorder, and it’s always good to have someone help out with your or someone else’s nightmares…”

“…”

“So don’t ever think that you're a burden for your nightmares, because I’m here to help, not make you feel unwelcome or uncomfortable, I’m your friend.”

Billy was a little shocked by hearing what you said, he thought you were just gonna laugh at him and just brushed it off and just went back to sleep, well what do you expect from a kid that been abused and protecting his mother even at a young age, just a Meer child protecting his momma from danger, from a abusive fuck up of a father. Now is a grown man trying to explain his emotions to someone that he had trusted since middle school, ‘but why is it so hard to explain everything.’ He felt frustration in his veins again, he sighed angrily, which made (Y/n) face even more sad, it made Billy’s frustration turn into guilt, ‘no…’ *sigh* He closed his eyes and put his hand that was on his side, and put it on his face, as facepalm motion, he slowly put his left arm up a little.

“Do you want me to sleep by your side?”

Billy just nodded, and (Y/n) slowly cuddled up next to Billy, she put her arms around his waist lightly, she understands that his abdomen has sore pains and his right lung can strain here and there, Billy’s heart skip a beat, Billy removed his hand away from his face and looked at (Y/n), his cheeks started warmed up a little, ‘fuck not this fucking feeling again’, he looked over to the orange clock and it says three fourty-five in the morning, Billy sighed and layed his head on the soft pillow, he tried to close his eyes, but… “did I do something wrong”, (Y/n) tilt her head a little, ��no I was just checking the time, sleeping can be hard sometimes…” he whispered, she nodded and layed her head back on his chest.

Billy felt more relaxed than lying alone on one side of the bed. His heart and cheeks are still going nuts, but at least he can get these emotions under control while drifting off and sleeping.

—- time skip (actually morning) —-

When Billy woke up he felt the pillow softer than usual. He put his face more into it, his arms were around (Y/n)’s Waist, and he wrap his arms a little more tighter, she moan softly, and that made Billy jolt up a little, he opened his eyes slightly, “your ok Prez-“ *small yawn*, his voice was a little raspy from the all tiredness, he opened his eyes slightly more fully, ‘Huh’ he moved his head slightly and saw what he was sleeping on, and saw (Y/n)’s chest, and freaked out, face going red, and he quickly moved his whole body away, but then a disappointing sharp pain, came from his abdomen and his lung, he clutch his side, and sat up slowly, *small groan*, ‘stupid stupid stupid’ his eyes were shut for a couple seconds, then he opened them, *a long sigh*, he felt so heated up and he hated it, ‘ok, what the hell is wrong with me.’

He felt his face heated up, and his heart beating through his ribs, ‘FUCK, why am I feeling this way when (Y/n) around, when other women I was with, this stupid feeling wasn’t there, even when I was either fucking them or if I was making out with them, OR EVEN CLOSE TO THEM, FUCK!’ Billy was losing his mind, his mind was running hoops at this point, so he tried to move out of the bed slowly, but. “NOOoooo, I want my- *small yawn* my snuggles…” (Y/n) whispered and she put her sleep self closer to him, and wrap her arms around his waist, she tightened her grip a little, which cose a small pain around his abdomen, but he didn’t care, what he cared about was HIS FUCKING MIND GOING ON LOOPS.

Billy had to figure out these emotions, but first he had to get out of her room, he got his shakey hands, ‘oh my god, why the fuck am I shaking!’ He moved her arms slowly to the bed and slowly got up from her bed, and slowly walked out of her room, then closed her door quietly. And speed walked to the bathroom, which was right next to her room, he went in and closed the door.

He walked up to the mirror, and stared at himself, his face flushed red, his hands were at the end of the sink counter, he was clenching his hands into the counter, and ducked his head down low, ‘what the hell was that Billy.” He closed his eyes and tried to think of something else; but that darn moan was replaying in his head, it was so soft and gentle, his knees felt tight just thinking about, ‘no, no, no,’ he shook his head in a no response. The moans and gasps got worse, his mind was toying with him, your small frame up against him, telling him, “everything going to be ok…”, while giving him kisses on his neck, putting her gentle hands around his hips, putting her body a little closer and sucking soft hickeys on his neck; slowly moving down his chest, she moved down to his nip, putting soft hickeys on it, Billy moved his legs a little, from his shameful erection, *sigh…* ‘we’re just friends, nothing else…’

Just saying that was a huge mistake. His mind was getting worse by the second, seeing you from kissing to hickeys, to seeing you laying on your bed, topless with no sheer bra; yes; not your usual cheap bra from your local supermarket, it’s the one you get from Victoria steel you secret, ‘fucking Victoria’; just seeing you topless and you giving permission to touch them, “aww does someone wants to get their hands full”, she swayed her hips a little, his mind was playing tricks with him, he moved one of his hands, to his hips to his upper front thigh, his thumb touched his shalf, his zipper was tight, nerve racking as hell; just for him to unzip it, his erection was painful, he groaned silently, because he didn’t want to worry anyone, why would anyone want to know a degrading lowlife having a throbbing erection. In their bathroom, right next to their daughter’s room.

“Mmmmhhnnnn”, his mind continues to wander, to (Y/n) teasing, swinging her hips, him touching her soft breast, to her moans coming back, him touching her thighs Delicately, whispering that her moans were elegant and graceful to his ears, him thrusting her softly, her moans gets louder; his heart pumps like fire, his shameful erection tings in his pants; wanting that to happen instead of these shameful thoughts, ‘you know what, I need a cold shower!’

He started up the shower, it was icy cold, but he can care less, at least it wasn’t hot, just thinking about steamy showers, makes him nauseous just thinking about it, ‘fucking mind flayer’, he started to take his clothes off, when he got to his boxers, he just sighed through his nose in disappointment, he slowly took them off revealing his penis, in all its glory, well in its humiliating and disgraceful hard almost swollen form, he look at it for a few seconds, disgusted that he knows he had to fix it.

With a heavy sigh he went in the shower, he put his hands on the tiled wall, he lowered his head a little, the cold water was relaxing his nerves, after his mind kinda settled down a bit, he moved his right hand off the wall, to his hip, to his erected penis, he stroke his shaft, he groaned quietly, but his mind was getting with him again, desires and lustful thoughts swarms his mind. Her helping him stroke it and massage his dick, he moan with pleasure, and groaned with dissatisfied pleasure, ‘fuck, I- I don’t like… we’re- we’re just fri- friends’, fuck even my thoughts are stuttering, he look down and saw his soft erection, ‘u know what… fuck… maybe I do have the hearts for (Y/n)- Fuck- FUCK’, he closed his eyes shut and slammed his left palm in the tile wall, Billy felt ashamed from his desires and his memories being all corrupt. When his erection stopped being an asshole he moved his right hand back on the tiles.

The silence was unbearable for the amount of seconds went by, there was a light knock on the bathroom door, (Y/n) spoke up afterwards, “is everything alright in there”, “ye- yeah, everything all chill”, “ok, just a heads up, I making breakfast, it would be eggs and rice, with some bacon on the side, would that be great!” Her voice was so cheerful today, he chuckled a little, “yeah, that sounds good”, “oh also we’re the only adults in the house for a bit, well… for a while actually- my parents are off on a business trip, they would be back probably… 3 months.” “3 months?” “Yeah, they said it’s an overseas business trip, so that’s understandable,” “tru tru,” “well, see you, B,” “see you…”

She walked off to the kitchen, the shower was still running but he turned it off afterwards, he felt cleaned up, but in the same time not, the smell of cum was in the air, a heavy sigh filled the air, he got out of the shower, and toweled himself off, and… shit, he forgot his clothes, looking at his dirty sweat drenched clothes, he was more disgusted with the smell of his own cum then the sweaty clothes, he was about to huff in frustration, but a small knock was heard from the door. “Billy? I saw you left the room quickly, and rushed to the bathroom, is everything ok?” “Yeah… everything is fine, so don’t worry about it…” he mumbled, “ok… oh! Also, you forgot to bring your clothes, so here!” She squatted and shoved each clothes Individually. A white Blane shirt, gray sweatpants, black boxers, with white socks, she stood up, “your welcome bb, I’m gonna finish up breakfast, see you.”

“See ya, prez…” when he heard her fully left to the kitchen, he sighed, feeling his heart beating 100 miles per second, ‘god dang it, I cant believe that I’m in love… just her bein on the other side of the door, drove my emotions nuts’, he tried to get his mind off it, he looked to his right, to see the scar on his abdomen, is shockley huge, no wonder his doctor was like “how the hell” written all over her stupid looking face, it shaped like a firework explosion, massive unholy scar that went up to his chest, little streaks at the end of the scar we’re almost around his whole body, “shit”, he put his shakey right hand slowly to his abdomen, his scar felt raw and scaly, and he moved his hand up his chest, he started to shook a little by how huge the scar was, no wonder the doc was freaked out, ‘fuck… fuck fuck… shi- shit’ his mind was running in loops, ‘people would think-‘, the word monster kept popping in his head, ‘horrid, monster, terrifying, your a freak!’ he heavily breathed out through his nose, and turned to the left and grabbed the shirt first, it was slightly baggy, but at least it hides that horrendous scar, then the rest of the clothes on after, after the socks were on, he looked back at the mirror, he felt a little at ease that the shirt is covering it up.

Disappointment filled his brain when he saw how his muscles were gone, and how skinny he got, well he wasn’t Scrawny, but he looked more average, slightly skinny, but it wasn’t worriedly out there, he sighed in frustration, ‘whatever’, then cleaned up and grabbed Lysol from the bottom cabinet, then Lysol the bathroom because of the smell of cum, he crackled at the thought of all what happened between either and now, “fucking idiot…” he whispered to himself, and put the Lysol back at the bottom cabinet and left the bathroom.

When he walked out it felt a lot warmer in the house then usual, maybe that cold shower made everything warmer, he actually liked the warmth in the house, made him feel more relaxed, he moved his hands to his face, to wake the tiredness out of his eyes, and breathed out with relief; that all that stupid shit from yesterday was long gone, “morning fuck head, how’s your loneliness doing”, well almost everything. “Max… it’s been a long day…” he yawns and puts his hands down. “Can you not be a rival, this early in the morning”, “Nope!” He mumbled In a annoyed manner, and took a seat at the opposite side of max where she was sitting. “Why do you smell like Lysol?” “Why do you smell like you're about to be grounded.”

“BILLY!!”

“WHA- ow.” Billy clenched his side, “HA that’s what you get!” Billy just looked at (Y/n) and ignored Max.

“Your food is done anyway, here.”

(Y/n) walked over with his plate, she set it down in front of him, it looked kinda large from his side of view, or maybe the fact it looks huge is because of his small stomach, hell being slightly underweight feels so embarrassing eating small portions then regular or slightly bigger portions. (Y/n) glanced at his face, he looked frustrated, his mouth slightly clenched, his eyebrows lowered than his usual casual poker face, “you? Don’t like it?”

“HUH-! No, No no-, I like it. I just think it’s a lot, then I usually eat…”

“Oh- it is the normal amount u eat actually. Here let me take some in the fridg-“

“No- it’s ok! I can eat it!”

“Ok just let me know if you can’t finish it”

(Y/n) sat next to him on his left and placed her food where she was going to sit, Billy glanced at her food, ‘why the hell is your food cute’ she had pancakes shaped like little panda with strawberry shaped hearts for the ears with a whip cream bow tie, she sat down and glanced at Billy again saw him staring, “hmm?”

“Why is your food cute”

“Why the hell are you crushing on (Y/n)‘s food?! Why don’t you marry it?!”

Billy looked up with disappointment, “shut your mouth”

“Make me, u fucker”

“Damn I didn’t know you two can be such siblings for hours huh.”

“SHUT UP”, Max and Billy said.

“What; it’s not my fault you two are cute siblings”

Max just kept eating her food. While Billy was blushing like a bad man taking some kid’s red ice cream on a Sunday. He mumbles then starts eating his food slowly.

—- time skip bitch —-

(Y/n) and max left a little while ago, She had to dropped off max to school, ‘life really does change over the years hmm’ he stated at his empty plate, ‘can’t believe I ate all of that’ he rubbed his stomach with his left arm, because of the pressure of the food in his stomach that is adjusting, it put some pressure on his abdomen a little but it didn’t hurt that much. ‘I wonder when she’ll come back’ . It's been over half an hour since she left.

A pair of keys was heard from the door, well a struggle of which fucking key it should be to open the damn door. ‘Hehe’ he chuckled through his nose and slowly got up and walked to the door. He unlocked the door and saw (Y/n) at the door. “How’s the struggle Prez” he put his stupid smug smiles on, “har har… Billy'' she softly punched his left arm and walked inside. He followed behind and closed the door behind him, “hey after I clean up these plates, do you want to go to the mall?” She turned her head around while slowly grabbing each plate, “uhh'', Billy slowly looked down on himself he gulped and put his left hand around his neck in a discomfort motion, (Y/n) saw his discomfort, “oh actually we don’t have to go if you don’t want too; I understand we can stay here-“ “No!- mmhg, sorry… it’s ok, I just need a jacket, is all…” (Y/n) face looked puzzled for a bit but then soon understood. “Oh! Ye sure, let me finish these dishes and I'll go grab one of my dad jackets.” before she walked to the sink with plates in hands. She gave the most gentlest smile back, Billy’s heart skips a beat, he then looked at the floor to cover up his slightly red cheeks, (Y/n) was already cleaning the dishes, ‘god why do I blush like an idiot’ he shook his head back in forth, in a fast motion and looked up and breathed out, “do you always make food this bomb”, he walked up to the table and sat down on one of the chairs, she just giggled.

“Well I learned it from my mother, your actually eating head chef”

“Wait- your mother is a head ch-“

“No!, but I always tell her that because her food is delicious…”

“Not as delicious as yo- I MEAN- fuck- ow”

(Y/n) just laughed, “ok mister flirt”; Billy just smirked back but while Billy was clenching his side a little, In discomfort he tried to fix it but it felt knotted, when he tried even a small bit he felt a burning sensation, “mmmggg” he was so distracted by his side that he didn’t even seen (Y/n) holding the dark red jacket next to him, “are you ok?” He looked up, “ye-“ he shut his eyes shut; ‘fuck that just made it worse’ she layed the jacket on the table and lowered herself down a little, “let me see”, with no hesitation Billy just moved up his shirt a little, (Y/n) saw the problem, his left prosthetic lung was slightly out, it was under his skin but it felt out of place, she slowly put it back in place, and started to rub his side a little, “is that better?” “God that feels a lot better” Billy then slowly grabbed the jacket and slowly put it over his head, when he got it sorted, he felt annoyed, he breathed out with frustration, “what’s wrong?!” “I hate feeling smaller” now that (Y/n) thinks about it, it looked baggy on him, “but it’s fine, it just takes time to get myself back where I was… originally at…” he said in a low tone, (Y/n) just smiled and gave him a reassuring shoulder rub, before she walked past him, “oh. Here”, she suddenly looked in her small backpack and got out 3 small lollipops, one was green, and two oranges, “sorry I really like orange so your gonna see that a lot”, she hand them to him, “thanks..”, “your welcome”.

When she past by him And opened the door, Billy followed, ‘still can’t believe fuckin lollipops help with my anxiety’ he poped on in his mouth and followed after her.

— time skip (close to noon) —

The ride was quiet, houses passing by, some people walking their dogs or just some kids just hanging out with their friends, “hey Billy…”

“Hmm…”

“I know we’re out of the hospital… but do you need to do anything else to do at the hospital?”

“Well I had a phone call a little later after you left; they told me that whenever I feel unfucked, I can get lighter meds and start working, or whatever I usually do…”

“Well that’s good-“

“Well YEA- *mmmgg* but not really because I’ll be sitting around for some fuckin months, without really doing work, or not riding my Camaro…”

“Well… you have me and max-“

“Max… *sigh* I know she forgave me but sometimes it feels half-sided… did she tell you anything when you were driving her to school.”

“No, we just talked about her friends and a bit of her mom, but nothing negative towards you or to anyone else.”

“Well that’s good…”

“Yeah, don't even sweat it, b.”

‘Well that's a relief’ billy’s muscles slowly untense, His mind felt mellow, the soft music in the car made everything felt slow and calm and collected, it makes billy’s eyes droopy, soon (Y/n) started humming to the music, he feels the tiredness kicks in, “ima take a nap tell me when we get there” billy crunch the small bit of lollipop and left the stick in the change compartment, “hey!” Billy laughed through his nose, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

—- time skip (literally 35 minutes) —-

(Y/n) POV

When I parked the car, it felt silent until I heard Billy’s small snores from my right. (Y/n) looked to her right and saw Billy, ‘oh b…’ ‘his snores were light, maybe because of his lung’, his breathing would stop midway, like it got stuck on something, (Y/n) also noticed if he breathed to much, his eyes would squeeze little, then unsqueezed when he fixed his air pipes.

(Y/n) didn’t want to wake up mister cute asshole, but she had too. So she moved her hand to his arm and shaked him so lightly because she didn’t want to hurt him.

Billy’s POV

The light shakes stirred him up, made him breathed more than what he remembered to do, which made his breathing hitched, *mmmgg* he opened his eyes instantly to remember where the hell he was at again, he felt his muscles tense up, when he saw to his right first, he felt the anxiety kicking in when he thought he wasn’t home, then he looked to his left and saw (Y/n), felt all that anxiety and that muscle tension eased out, “you ok? You looked stressed and sorry I woke you up, we're already here.” “It’s… ok just so much has happened beforehand and when I wake up… I just feel like something bad would happen.”

“Sorry b for scaring you… but you know I’m here for you, so nothing horrible is gonna happen, and if it does happen, I got your back.”

“Why are you… Nevermine” ‘you fucking idiot why would you even answer that question, she’s probably doing it out of pity-‘

“Because your my friend, and I want to help you get back on your feet, so you can help Maxine now, when before you couldn’t because of your fucker of a dad.”

Billy felt touched about that, “thanks for being here for me…” he said in just a whisper…

“Ok no more being a downer! Come on, let's have fun!” She then quickly but carefully grabbed one of the lollipops from his jacket, and took it out and handed it to Billy, he took it. It was the lime, he peeled the rapper and put the sucker in, she was already out of her car, so she tapped the window beside him.

“Ye ye… coming sweet cheeks.”

—— time skip (just walked in the mall) —-

The mall was huge from the inside, there was stores from left to right, there where your little stores that were in the middle of the mall and your huge crowds that always gave you that anxiety, when you don’t need it the most, that dumb tension was coming back, because people were giving those slight disgusted glances at him, he teethed his lollipop stick in his mouth, there was still lime lefted but he might just break it. (Y/n) starts to notice his panic, “hey don’t mind them.” She moved in front of him “just focus on me, because those small bit of people are just some nobodies” “look who you're talking to.” Billy felt anxious, so he slowly put his hood up and just looked down downward to hide from everyone around him, even you.

So (Y/n) got a little closer, which confused him because of how close she was to him, “I thought the B I knew didn’t give to shits what people think.” “Well guess I’m really have changed, just a fuckin loser-“ “No, your strong, because you protected a bunch of kids from a big fuck up that was going to kill everyone.” “…” “and the B, I know just saved me and max, from a racist sugar daddy” Billy just chuckled, “don’t call that asshole a sugar daddy because your wayyy off.. sweetheart” she laughed back, “ok, and” she moved her hand to his hood and moved it off his head and put it to his shoulders, “why are you hiding such a handsome face away from little o me” she then moved her hand to his chin to lift it up a little. His ears were slightly red, she then grabbed his right hand from his jacket pocket and tried to pull him so he could start moving.

“You're a cheater, you know that.”

“Not if that cheater is trying to help!”

He squeezed her hand lightly and started to move a little.

“Thanks miss prez”

“Har har, bb.”

— tiny time skip >:D —

They walked in plenty of stores, some people still having those looks, but all he cares about is (Y/n), that dumb fuckin anxiety try to come back, but he would look back at (Y/n) or her just speaking just helped in general. When they went to their last store for the 2 hours that passed from the other stores, it was a male clothing store. The clothes were a bit expensive but on the rich side.

She was looking black plain shirts, she always looked at the darker colors, “what do you think of this shirt?” she brought up a dark gray shirt, it almost looked black, “it’s a nice color but why are you looking in a men’s store?” “Oh! Uh! Just getting my father some clothes. Also what size are you?” Billy just gave a disappointed look ‘why my size?!?!’ He looked down on his shirt, “wait sorry, I meant how you used to weigh.”

“Oh, I thought you meant now, um I was a L, aren’t your father a XL?”

“Well…. He told me that he lost some weight, so now he’s a Large!”

‘I’m not bying it Prez’ “ok… also if ur going to ask my favorite colors, they’re black and dark red”

“Blood red or crimson red?”

“Sweet thing isn’t that the same thing”

She gives a disappointed look, “blood red is darker.”

“Ok then I like blood red”

She grabbed a blood red jacket, it had a black rose design on the right upper side of the chest area. Then she picked up a white shirt and a black one. The jacket was a bit expensive, “hey I can buy the jacket for your dad.”

“Oh no I got everything, don't worry about it!”

“Ok, Miss Prez.”

Right before they were at the cash counter, (Y/n) spoke, “hey do you want to grab something to eat at the food court, before we go grab your sister from her school?”

“Sure and it will be my treat.”

“Sure and thanks, I feel like I spent a lot today.”

Billy just chuckled, “yea, no shit, I’m holding three bags full of stuff.”

She just gave that uh huh look and said, “thanks Mr security guard.”

“Mmmmhmmm”

When they made it to the counter, she paid off the clothes and they both walked out to the food court.

—- time skip >:D —

After they ordered their tacos, they placed all their bought things under the table and their food on the table. Billy sat down first and he sat on the cushioned side of the table, (Y/n) was about to sit on the other side but she sat next to Billy. Billy was slightly questioning but he changed his mind and just didn’t mind it. Her right leg touched his left a little, “can’t wait to destroy these tacos”

Billy just laughed, “why destroy it, why don’t you just…”

He opened the taco a little, “eat it out…”

(Y/n) just blushed slightly and punched his left arm lightly. “You dork, why are you so flirtatious…”

They just laughed and continued to eat.

—-

Billy finished up his food and (Y/n) was just finishing up. Those disgusted stares eventually settled down after a bit, but Billy had a distinct feeling, that a small group was staring daggers behind his neck, a anxious feeling started to crawl up his spine, Billy started to fidget his right leg, (Y/n) started to notice his fidgeting, “you ok-.”

“Well isn’t that Billy hargrove…” four boys came up from behind, they were four Caucasian young men, looked around their age, one was wearing a red flannel, one was wearing a white plain shirt, another was wearing a gray jacket, and the last one was wearing all black. “So what happened to the glorious king, hm.”

“Shut your mouth”

“Dang still vicious as before, but I guess you're still just a drag to hangout around”

Billy just gave a annoyed look, (Y/n) opened her mouth to say something, but then the other boy with the red flannel spoke up, “oh and he has chick too”

“Yeah Billy, why don’t you hand her over so we can talk to her instead.”

“How about you all fuck off, before something about to happen.”

“Oh what the last thing I heard you had a serious bad surgery, so I highly doubt you can fight with how scrawny you are.”

“*sigh*, come on (Y/n) let’s go get my sibling and get the fuck out of here” Billy try to get up but he got pushed down, by a hand on his right shoulder, “where the fuck your going aren’t you going to fight, oh wait you fucking can’t because are little Billy here has changed-“

(Y/n) spoke up “would you shut your mouth, and leave us the fuck alone.”

“whoa! Someone got your panties wet-“

‘Oh fuck this’ Billy tried to punch the bastard with his right hand but the guy use his left hand and pin Billy’s right arm down, “get the chick!” The guy with the grey jacket grab (Y/n) by the arm, “fuck off! Let go of me!” People around them were starting to stare, someone was calling security, and others speeding running off to a another location, “let go of her!-" Suddenly Billy felt lifted and pushed against a brick pillar that was on Billy’s right side from where he was sitting, “wow you really are light.” “Shut your fuckin!-“ the guy punch Billy in his stomach region, Billy grasped for air, but then had a coughing fit after it, Billy lowered his head a little but that didn’t last long, the guy used his left hand and tugged Billy’s hair back, digging threw his scalp, and harshly put his head on the pillar. “Fuck! You're still healing from surgery, what an idiot.” Then he put his body up against Billy mostly his left arm up against him, then he used his right shin, and kneed him in the stomach, “MMMMMGGGG”, Billy was breathing heavy, and it hurt him even more because of his left fucking lung, “STOP!”

“SHUT YOUR MOUTH BITCH, Jordan hand mark the knife, before security comes!”

The young lad that was wearing all black spoke, “but-“ Zacharius spoke up again.

“HAND IT OVER!”

Jordan with his shaky hand got the switchblade from his Jean pocket. And try to give it to mark, but Mark snatched the blade off Jordan’s hands, and he move (Y/n)’s back to his chest, put her head back and put the knife on her neck, zacharius then looked back at Billy, “what are you going to do now, your precious little bitch is being handled with care-“

“I will fucking gut you up like a fish-“

Zacharius punch him in his face, and again, again, and again, Billy’s nose was bleeding, but he couldn’t care less, then he got punched in his abdomen twice, Billy started to coughed up blood, “your really are just a weakling-“

Billy spit his blood in Zach’s eyes, “AAAAAAGHHH, YOU FUCKER-“ Billy punched the living hell out of him, zach fell and almost knocked out but Billy got on him and started punching him again,

PUNCH

The security guard finally came over, and Mark let go of the knife; let go (Y/n) and scatter, the other boys ran off. (Y/n) was shocked what just happened and what Billy was still punching him, Zacharius was crying his eyes out, and screaming stop, (Y/n) finally moved with her shaky legs and got to Billy

PUNCH

“Billy stop!”

PUNCH

“BILLY!”

PUNCH

(Y/n) got a hold of Billy’s swinging arm, Billy froze and looked back at (Y/n), ‘(Y/n)?!’ (Y/n) pulled him up and the security guard came over with a first aid kit and handed it over to (Y/n), “you both lucky, people said that you two were defending yourselves, now get the hell out of here!”

“Yes ma’am.” You both said and picked up your stuff and walked back to the car.

——

After everything was put in the back seats, (Y/n) got in the car; Billy was already in the car, he was slouching over and his head was in his hands.

Billy felt (Y/n) staring at him, “why do you even hang around by me, I’m always trouble, always causing trouble, and always being around trouble…” Billy’s voice sounded hoarse.

“B, it wasn’t even your fault…”

“No it is, everything and everyone always wants to pick a fight with a troublesome asshole like myself.”

“Well you're wrong in so many ways, that I would call you. Fuckin idiot, if you think I wouldn’t be there for you.”

“…”

“Lift your head up”

Billy lift his head up and you can see the pain in his eye, his mouth slightly quivering, (Y/n) saw red and purple bruises on his face, and a black eye on his left, his nose had dried up blood, so she cleaned and cleared the blood out, put some band-Aids on some scrapes on his face.

“Why are you doing this?”

“B I’m not answering that question, you already know”

“…”

“Also don’t think it is weird but I need you to take your shirt off and jacket, so I can check any injuries.”

Billy took his jacket off and then his shirt, and put them behind his chair. Then (Y/n) moved in his lap, “wait-“

“Not what you think.”

Billy fell silent again and looked to his left, hiding his red cheeks, (Y/n) put alcohol on his scrapes and bandaged them up, (Y/n)’s legs were at each side of his legs, every time she touched him or checked and moved to see anything else that is bruised, her hips would sway, he was trying so hard to not be fucking hard.

“There, I finished, you're all good.”

She climbed back in the driver’s seat. Billy got his clothes from the back seat and put them back on. (Y/n) spoke, “how are you feeling?”

“Just fine Prez… and sorry what happened either…”

“B, it’s like I said you're fine, nothing is wrong, it’s just the universe can be a real asshole and we have to deal with it…”

“…”

“Now let’s go get your adorable gremlin of a sister…”

Billy put a slight smile on his face, “*sigh* oh Prez…”

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Nucifera - ch. 1

Billy hargrove x reader series

Summary: Billy survives the mind flayer, so he wakes up from a month-long coma later. How would things go down, how would people feel if he’s alive, would they be disappointed… how would (Y/N) feel…

Chapters: ch. 2, ch. 3, ch. 4

a/n: hello everyone, how everyone vibing and chilling, I finished season 4 on strangers things on July 1 and I 🥲, Eddie is so 💞💕, but then billy came back on one episode, I felt like I been hit by a brick wall of hearts 🥺, so I’m making a series of Billy and I hope u like it, in seasons wise from stranger things, it would be talking about a bit of season 2, a lot of 3 and maybe a bit of 4 but not really. Also psst, each gif 👆 symbolize what gonna happen in each chapter, so each chapter has a gif, of basically a hint what your reading, I think it’s cool and funny how peeps text me like bro my heart 😭, I love my angst so I hope u enjoy.

Warnings: gore, slight ptsd, cursing, slurs, vomiting, anxiety, hyperventilating, and Neil.

Word count: 5540

Billy’s POV

Eyes felt heavy to open up, everything feels heavy in general.

“Ugh…”

Tried to open my eyes but got blinded from bright white lights, “nghhh” my eyes got discomfort, and some tears started to prick out, but they never fell, ‘fuck..’ just seeing all the lights in this bright ass room is giving me a migraine, he wanted to close his eyes again, but he have to see where the hell he’s at.

Billy moved his strained eyes around, he looked to his right and saw max.

“Max…” his voice was so low, it was barely a whisper at this point, ‘fuck it even hurts to talk’, he looked down a little and saw her cuddled up around my arm, her head close to my hand and her left hand coincided with my right hand, ‘why… I thought you hated my guts…’ then the sudden realization came to him.

‘Wait… if your here-‘

Billy quickly moved his eyes to the left, and saw no one was there, his panicking loosened, and went back to his normal breathing, ‘fuck I’m glad Neil- fuck…’ his breathing was slightly hard to breathe air, he feels his right lung but, why not his left, what’s this uncomfortable sensation that was on his left, but there’s this other itchy feeling in his abdomen, it feels so light, was his abdomen always this light, Billy’s eyes looked down slowly, and saw lots of tubes.

“Tubes?” His voice felt so dry

His breathing felt uneven, from the amount of small tubes he saw, two was for blood flow, but the machines were filled with blood, it was terrifying to look at, next to those machines, was a huge machine, and that had more tubes then the fucking blood machines, ‘why the hell- th- the hell- is there 8 tubes in my abdomen!’ He didn’t want to panic, ‘but- fuck- Fuck- FUCK’.

He tried to get up the slightest from the panic, to see what was wrong and that was a terrible decision, he saw his stomach, but it wasn’t- it was prosthetic stomach, prosthetic skin around his chest, but it was see-through, he saw a bit of heart, and…

His abdomen… oh fuck… his right side had gaping hole, the size of a cantaloupe, it didn’t went threw him, but just shook the hell out of him

“AAAAAHHHHHHHH”

Max instantly woke up from Billy’s scream, she looked at Billy with worrying eyes, “Billy-“ she tried reassure him but, he smack her hand away out of sheer panic, “WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENIN-“ he felt a strain on his left lung, “hnngg” he tried to breathe as much air as he can, but can’t, “I- *breaths in* I CAN'T- *gasping for air* I- I CANT BREathe-“, Max was slamming her hand on the emergency button for help, but Billy looked like he was about to faint

He tried to breathe more oxygen in his mouth, but his eyes were blurring out, seeing black dots forming his vision, until a couple doctors ran in, but why couldn’t he hear them coming in was his ears muffling in and out, Billy tried to see max’s worried eyes again but… “max-…”

Billy fell into conscientious…

—-

Billy woke up again but he couldn’t see anything

‘Why is everything so dark, I can’t see shit’

“Fuck there’s so much blood…..”

‘Steve?’ ‘Why the hell-‘

“Keep- keep putting pressure his abdomen-“

“(Y/N)! I’m trying my best ok!”

‘(Y/N)??, why is- wait’

It’s like he was hit by the mind flayer all over again, that burning sensation, running through his veins all over again, remembering the mall, helping Eleven and her friends, getting hit by the mind flayer… but (Y/N) was never there, so…

*soft sobbing* “everything- going to be ok, everything going to be ok…” she put her shaking hands on his abdomen.

She sounded like a broken record, repeating and repeating. Billy wanted to say something, anything to reassure her, say sweet nothings and tell her everything will be fine. But he can’t, ‘why can’t i talk damn it!’

Billy could feel her hands pressure on his abdomen, but why only now he’s feeling the agony in his abdomen, it feels like he’s burning from the inside out.

“Nnngh fuck-“ ‘fuck am I crying, what a fucking wimp I am’ ‘wait now I’m speaking?!’

“B please hold your breath…” “Yeah don’t talk dude, your sister will kill me…” Steve shakily laughed

Billy wanted to laughed but all that came out was a cough of blood, Billy moved his head to the left, so he wouldn’t spit his disgusting fluids on to someone’s face, his vision is starting to clear up, he move his head back, ‘so I’m laying on Steve’s lap, where’s (Y/N)…’

Billy tilt his head a little, but felt lightheaded, “(Y/N)…” “Billy please-“ “(Y/N) where-“ the aching from his abdomen is getting worse, “ugggghhhhh… fuck-“ *cough* *cough* *wheeze* “B!” She put more pressure on his abdomen, “UGGHHHHH- STOP-“ *sobbing* “STOP- Stop please- stop….” “sorry- sorry sorry”. She was panicking even more now, and she loosened her pressure a little.

Billy found where she's at, she was on the left side of the car, his right leg around her side and his left leg was laying off her right leg, ‘no prez, I’m the one; that should be sorry, I’m the burden that no one gives a hell about William Hargrove, no wonder no one cares everyone only care of Billy and only Billy! Hell even (Y/N) only calls him B…’

“Prez…”

“B-“

“What- mmgh- What happened between us…”

“B what you-“

“Where… have you been…”

“B… I been… I can’t say”

‘Why can’t you, I thought we were close…’

“Why….” ‘Hell I feel like I’m gonna throw up’

“B please save the talking for later…”

“But….” ‘Fuck I’m seeing dots’

“HEY don’t fall asleep bill!” Steve smack his hand on Billy’s face softly

“Mmmmh… put i feel so tired…” my eyes feel droopy

*sobbing* from Max

‘Max?? How many fucking people are in this car’

“Everything hurts…”

“B please-“

“HEY ASSHOLE WAke—“

BIlly—“

‘I can’t see anything or hear anything- it’s so dark- why can’t I move!’

‘Why can’t I speak…’

‘It so dark…’

————

Billy was waking up but his eyes felt heavy, he was about to groan with discomfort from how hot he felt, but he heard (Y/n).

“How’s everything going Miss doc. Cheaco?”

‘(Y/n)?…’

“Sigh… want the good news or the bad news?”

“I hate when doctors say these” Max said

Cheaco looked displeased at Max but looked back at (Y/n) with a sad look. “What’s the good news” “the good news is he can go home in a couple hours, but he needs all the help he needs to get his breathing better…” “Was that last part the bad news?” “No, the bad news is that he has a prosthetic left lung; that’s why he needs to be better looked at, he has a prosthetic stomach; so eating might be difficult and maybe some knowing when to eat, he used to have prosthetic clear skin but we Stitch his skin with new skin from a donation; don't worry it won’t look like a pigmentation, he lost some weight because of his coma… also… he can’t smoke cigarettes anymore, because he almost had heart disease or lung cancer…” the doc was trailing off but she continued, “finally” she sighed through her nose, “he had a insanely abnormal hole in his right side, located at his abdomen, we mostly put are donated organs there, because there was so much missing… care to explain what happened there?” “Um… I heard he was driving at abnormal speeds and…” “he crashed” “yes” *pff* “idiot” ‘bitch’, “excuse me, no one wanted to hear such horrible wording doc”

“Pfft, ow…”

Everyone looked at Billy

“What?” His voice was strained

“Billy!” Max instantly hugged Billy’s arm, she instantly changed her mood, “Billy you scared the hell out of me!” She gave little small punches to his arm but it did no harm, “Billy!” (Y/n) hugged him gently, her head was on his left shoulder. And her arms were around his waist comfortably.

Billy thought ‘what’s happening…’ he looked to his left and saw (Y/n), also the doc but she simply walked out and closed the door, he look back at (Y/n), she’s much older then the last time they saw each other, ‘last time I saw you was in middle school, you were prez… and you were always there for me until… you moved, and I was alone again… with a abusive, homophobic, sexist, fuck up of a father…’ Billy then looked at Max, Max gave a small smile and wave, but with little strength he had, he tugged her sweater a little, “I’m sorry Maxine” his voice was so low and lips shaken, “I’m sorry… Maxine I’m sorry for being a horrible brother-“ he got cut off by a hug from Max; “shut up” she sobbing, “I know what you've been doing pissed me off, but- hic- you were just protecting me from your father- hic-…” Billy started tearing up, “Max-“ “stupid- stupid- hic- I already knew…” he moved his arms slowly so he could hug back.

Everything felt calm and silent from all the warmth… and the comfort… but-

“Mr. Hargrove you need to calm down-“

“CALM DOWN; SHUT THE HELL UP; BITCH”

Max started up, so did (Y/n), but Billy; he was straight up terrified, but his expression was pissed off. “Shot!” Max Said “I’ll try-“

“(Y/n), Don’t” Billy said sternly but his voice sounded so horsed. He tried to stand up but (Y/n) softly pushed him back down, “Billy! Your hurt badly, he’ll-“ billy slowly got up again, but hell, breathing was difficult, everytime he breathe, he had this tightness in his left lung, making the right lung take to much air which hurts, he slouches, and gasped for some air, but then he slowed his breathing, and made small breaths and that helped, “(Y/n)-“

“Mr. Hargrove-“ the poor nurse didn’t even finished her sentence

“FUCK OFF, OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR!!”

When Neil got up to the door he banged it

“Mr-“

“Neil! Please let’s think this through-“

SLAP

“SHUT YOUR FUCKIN MOUTH!”

Max heard her mother whimpering, she stood up, but Billy grabbed her wrist, *gasp… cough* “Max, listen-“ “my mother is out there!” “Neil will knock you the hell out!” Max stopped “but-“ “No- hhnng- get behind me now!” Max looked back at the door.

BANG

She quickly ran back and sat behind him

“FINE, ILL OPENED THIS DOOR THEN!!!”

HARD BANG

“Billy-“

“(Y/n), listen to me please”

HARD BANG

“But-“

“ITS- hnnnggg it’s for your safety!”

“B!”

DOOR BREAKS

Neil walks in and sees everyone. But instantly looked at Billy

“You look like shit-“

“SHUT. YOUR. MOUTH!” (Y/n) said.

Billy’s expression changed In amount of seconds. Too worried.

“(Y/n)-“

Neil walked up to (Y/n) and-

“Who do you think you are!”

PUNCH

Neil socked her in the cheek. (Y/n) lost her balance and cried her eyes out and scream, she was shaking, pleading for help, so Billy did, right when Neil was about punch her again, Billy stood up, his lungs was burning, but he didn’t care he wanted to protect (Y/n), and his sister Max. He hold his father’s arm up, so he wouldn’t punch (Y/n), but his hold was wobbly and shaky, “wow, you became a real faggot, boy.” Neil saw he still had his nasal cannula still in Billy’s nostrils, Neil roughly pulled it out, “mmggh!” It made Billy panic, so he tried to push his father back, but Neil barely moved, “see; just as weak as your pathetic mother.”

“SHUT YOUR FUCKIN MOU-“ *cough* Billy felt blood coming out his mouth but he didn’t give two shits what happened to his body, he just wanted to protect the girls.

Max slowly tap the emergency button, but Neil heard it, “YOU LITTLE BITCH-“ ‘nows my chance’

Billy spit blood in Neil’s eye, when Neil looked at Max.

“AAAAAARGGGHHH”

Billy socked the hell out of his father. Neil got knocked out in consciousness pretty quickly, it felt so fast, Billy’s hand felt numb, that took a lot out of Billy, he laid his elbow on the wall and put all his weight on it, he’s wheezing and gasping for air. “You… ladies… ok-“ *about to puke* “B! Here I got you-! (Y/n) stood up with her wobbly legs, but as soon as she got close to him, Billy pukes… out of blood…

Billy starts freaking out, tearing up, shaking lips, “wha-“ “WILLIAM!”

From too much shock he collapsed in (Y/n)‘s arms, doctors and police finally rushed in, they see lots of blood and the girls were sobbing, the doctors got ready for Billy again, and the police restrained Neil.

———-

At this point waking up felt like a chore, Billy blank a couple of times, to readjust his eyes, it was so silent in his room, all you can hear is birds chirping. He look around, as annoying as it is, he just wanted to leave this damn hospital, the dryness in his throat explains how long he been sleeping, the pain in his lung is long gone, so that’s good, it’s a good sign for him to go home, well your home, Billy just want to go to a home, anywhere but here, just what happened with Neil, and how… fuck… poor (Y/n) and max, fuck even Susan got hurt, no wonder everyone in his school gave him disgust and loathing look, all he was a plague, hurting everyone he see’s and touches…

Billy tried to move up normally, but how can he forget, a tightness happen in his right lung, from to much air, so he’s having a struggle to breathe out normally, it’s ether a fast small gasp of air then try to breathe the rest out, or just breathing out but has a pinch midway, goes the same with breathing in, at this point he’s wondering how he’s even alive, now looking at himself again, he’s surprised he wearing just a plain white shirt with some sweatpants, ‘well when Neil was here either, I guess I was supposed to go either but now, it’s noon, he feels a little skinnier then he used to, his muscles are gone, ‘all that work gone huh’ “damn”, ‘fucking muscles, fucking weight, fuck everything…’ a frustrated groan came out of billy, he looked to his right and saw max and (y/n) passed out on the other bed, Billy looked up where (Y/n)’s cheek, luckily it wasn’t Purple, it was just a light pinkness on her cheek, he sighed with relief, but so much has happened, can anything else be worse than this.

Door creak

He looked up with disappointment, because he hope he didn’t just jinx it, a nurse came out of the door, he had some papers in his clipboard, and a pen on his other hand, “hi Hargrove”, Billy just gave him a nod for just acknowledgment, the nurse nodded back and continued, “so I just wanted to tell you that… sigh… your going to be Maxine’s future parental guardian.”

“What?!?!”

“I knew you were going to say that…”

Billy looked back at max, then back at the nurse, with shock

“I just told you the news, at the start we were going to check if she had any other family members, but her grandmother and uncle had lost contact. Your father; Neil hargrove, is in prison, so he won’t hurt anyone anymore, he has life in prison, and Maxine’s mother… Susan hargrove is in a comatose state, but when she wakes up…”

“What happens when she wakes up, why couldn’t Susan take her own daughter with her-“

“Because when Susan wakes up she’s brain dead.”

“How-“

“When you were knocked out and the doctors and police rush in your room, Neil woke up pretty quick, he got up and rush out, trying to leave the scene, Susan was a the end of the hall, because what happened either, when she saw him rushing out in a panic, she was hesitant to walk up to and reassure him, so when he got close to her they had an argument, and that argument went to Susan slapped him, but then-“

“She got beaten.”

“Yes…”

Billy lowered his head

“She comatose and brain dead, so there’s no one else to take her as her guardian, except you; your eighteen now, so your legally can adopt or do legal adult components and shush, I know this is a lot to take in, but you can always say no and she would go to a foster famil-“

“No, no, I’ll be her guardian, let me sign it”

The nurse handed him the clipboard, “I’ll be down the hall if you need any help.”

Billy sighed when the nurse walked out. It was like walking on glass, thoughts by thoughts were hitting him like 100 miles per hour, ‘adulthood, Maxine, being alone, why’s (Y/n) back, moving in, fuck Hawkins.’ His hands were buried in his dirty blonde locks, *sigh* “ok, ok, I can do this, bill- um- William hargrove, got this…” he whispered to himself, he stared at the clipboard a little more than he thought, just seeing ‘Maxine’ and ‘will you sign this contract to be her guardian’ makes his heart throb, “why is this so hard!” He whispered angery, he look to his right and saw Max curled up next to (Y/n), they were both sleeping soundly, *sigh…* He looked back at the clipboard.

He took a deep breath and breathed out.

Then he signed it.

Then he called the nurse and handed the clipboard to him.

The nurse left again and told him he can leave when he's ready.

When there was silence in the room again…

‘What am I gonna do mom, what am I even gonna do after all this…’

——- time skip ——-

When the hospital was done with other paperwork of Billy, he was free to walk out, but oh boy it was a sucker to even get up because of stupid fucking breathing, after he got proper clothes on, which was just better sweatpants, then the stupid hospital one’s, and a black jacket on; but when he tried to get up, it was like it he was being stab with like with 20 needles, he would gasp and hold his breath because it hurts like hell, Max was waiting by the door, and (Y/n) was trying to help Billy, but oh boy he was stubborn as hell.

“Let me help”

“No, I’m fine”

“B, come on, let me-“

“No, I got it-“

“Ok”

“Your being a real Smartass prez”

“No but your being a real dumbass”

Billy opens his mouth but then close it, because he knows damn well, (Y/n) can just see through all his sentences. He huffed then tried to get up again, but immediately had a coughing fit in an amount of seconds. He sits down again frustrated. But then (Y/n) put her hands out for a helping hand, and Billy just sighs and finally grabs her hands with his own.

“Whenever you're ready.”

Billy just gives a small nod. And was hesitant at first but then suddenly got up, when he got up fully, he leaned on (Y/n).

“B you did it! B?”

Billy’s body was pressed against (Y/n), he was breathing heavily, but stopped midway sometimes. His body was shaking a little. “B?” She tries to look at him, “stop-“ *cough* “sorry…” (Y/n) said, she let him pressed against her for a few more seconds, ‘he’s much lighter than before’ she thought when she was holding him a little, so he won’t lose his fall, “you feel lighter than before…” “yeah, no shit prez…” *breathes out* “I used to weigh 169 pounds, now I weigh- mgh- 135 pounds…” ‘poor billy…’ “I hate being underweight…” “well you know I’m here to help you out, u know…” Billy just nodded. When he got his breathing controlled, he leaned up slowly and breathed out, “ok prez, lead the way~” “har har BB” she slowly let him go, but Billy put a hand on her shoulder for support, she didn’t question it, because she saw how a little panic on him, so she started walking and so did Billy but Billy started breathing pretty heavily pretty quickly, so she slowed her pace, and that seem to help.

They got to the elevator and max hit the button and the door closed and Max looked back at her step brother, “you look like shit”, Billy leaning his back on the elevator, trying to fix his dumb breathing problem, “shut- ngh- your mouth…” as he breathes out, “guys come on, we’re almost out of this hospital, just think about going home k” the door opens “doesn’t explain why my mother is comatose though.” And she walked out, (Y/n) was about to speak up but, “come on, let’s just go…” Billy said, “ok...”

(Y/n) offered a hand, but Billy declined and mouthed ‘I think I got the hang of it’ and (Y/n) looked at him like ‘uh uh’ she walked slowly out and Billy got off the wall and slowly followed, Max already walked out to the car, and (Y/n) was waiting on Billy to finish the stupid sign out papers from the front desk. He finished and they both walked out.

When Billy got out he blinked his eyes a little to fix the strain from his irises, when his eyes fixated, and started following (Y/n), he noticed how short you still are, yeah, you got taller from middle school, but still it’s been years since you guys last saw each other, and he’s still a small bit taller then, like maybe 3 or 4 inches taller, but still. When you both got to your car, it was an ocean blue 1973 Pontiac Astre, isn’t a bad car, but it isn't as badass as my Camaro.

“Nice- hng- car”

“Thanks, also if it’s hard for you to talk you don’t have to talk so much.”

“No, it's fine. It’s just that my right lung gets too much air sometimes so it hurts to breathe correctly.”

“Ok, just be careful ya know” she said with a kind smile.

Billy felt a slight throb in his heart, it was like a tingling feeling, he had this distinct thought, but he brushed it off; he nodded slightly and slowly walked around to the passenger seat.

—— time skip (dusk) ——

The ride to (Y/n)’s house was long and silent, seeing all the forest trees pass by was so smoothing; it just makes your eyes feel droopy.

“Billy?” Max said. Well there's goes that relaxation out the window. “What’s up?” “Sorry about either, about my mother…”, “no, I’m sorry-“ “Billy, don’t even sweat it, you're fine, it’s your jackass of a father anyway, so you're vibing!” “Have you always been this chill?” “…”, “what?! You know what, just forget about it, but I am sorry, what happened to your- hnnng- to your mother… I’m sorry for Susan…” Max was silent for a bit, “wait-! Where would I go after all this, would I go to foster parents-“, “you’ll be living with me.”

“Wait, Max would be living with you?” (Y/n) said

“Yes, I signed the adoption papers, and if my father gonna be a fuck head about it, he’ll won’t win, I’ll promise you that.”

Max gives a small smile as for acknowledgment

“B, how are you feeling by the way?” (Y/n) said.

“Like shit”

*sigh*

“Pff- ow- i need a smoke…” Billy tried to grab a box of cigarettes from his pocket, but Instantly regretted that there was none in his pocket, “(Y/n), do you-“ “no” “I didn’t even finish- nnggh- finish my sentence!” Max started to snicker a little, “no, because your doctor said not to smoke!” “FUCK MY- *coughing* fuck my doctor, I can do whatever I want with my body.” “So you want cancer.” “…” “that’s what I thought.” “Then what the hell am I supposed to do, when im anxious or dealing with fucking trauma!” “B, how about try something similar to cigarettes but they’re not smoke related or for fuck sakes not weed.” “What like a fucking lollipop, buttercup~”

(Y/n) looked at Billy with disappointment in her eyes and said “yes.”

Max at this point was cracking up in the back seat, “you can’t be serious (Y/n).” “You know at this point, it would be a yes, I was was half assing it but now, yes Billy a lollipop would help.”, she looked at Billy with the utmost confidence smug on her face, Billy looked unpleased by (Y/n)’s smuggest stupid grin, “wait actually I think I can help you with your problem!” She reached over the glove compartment and got a red cherry lollipop, “wait. How fucking long has that been in there.” (Y/n) look at Billy with the ‘really’ face. “It’s candy, it can't expire.” “Shut up.” Billy snatched the lollipop and aggressively pulled the rapping off and put the sucker in.

It was sweet, like any other lollipop. Of course they would be sweet, but apparently it is calming him down, it has to be the stick, it reminds him kinda of a cigarette, but without the smoke or the sweetness, “how’s the pop?” “It helps apparently…” “good! Well great! I’m glad to hear.”

It was quiet in the car again, all you can hear cars passing by or cars stopping and going, it was quite smoothing, even when Billy was zoning out and hearing the girls talk in the background, it helped mellowed his mind from everything, ‘being abused, being possessed, the mind flayer, going to a dumb hospital, having a fight at the hospital, news of Max’s mother being fucking brain dead, adoption papers, fucking chest and body pains.’ Billy just slouches even more in his car seat. Just thinking about it makes him feel nauseous, so much has happened in an amount of hours. ‘Fuck Hawkins, fuck Hawkins, FUCK HAWKINS.’ He gave a heavy sigh, and looked to his right, and saw a sign saying leaving Hawkins, then another sign after that saying welcome to Southern California.

“HEY- ow- where are we going!”

“Shoot… I forgot to tell you. Everyone is moving away from Hawkins because of the incidents that were happening...”

“Wait then what about all my stuff back in Hawkins, and most importantly what about my Camaro!”

“We got most of the important stuff in your room, also some of your other stuff in your room was trashed, oh and your Camaro it’s fine, it’s at the house already.”

Billy just opened his mouth and was about to say something, but then closed it, and just nodded, the rest of the ride was smoothing again, but that didn’t bother anyone.

—— time skip (night) ——

When the car finally parked, that smoothing calmness just disappeared, this anxious feeling consumed Billy. He actually wanted the car ride to be longer, but I guess time just being a dick all over again. Max got out of the car, then (Y/n) also stepped out of the car, Billy just felt stiff, like he was on death’s bed if he step out of this darn car, just chewing on the darn stick of the sucker didn’t even help, ‘I need another-‘ Billy heard light tapping on the window, and looked to his right, and (Y/n) was standing there with a concern gentle face, she mouthed “are you ok”, Billy just nodded no, so she open the door, “what’s wrong?” “What would your parents think of me?” “Billy, are you seriously asking the question, you're fine.” “But what if-“ “dude, chill out your fine.” Billy just stared at her, while chewing his pop stick harder then you suppose to normally do it, (Y/n) saw how anxious he looked and gave him a smoothing rub at his back, “I promise, my parents are nothing like your father, your safe B, no one’s gonna hurt you, I promise.” “Ok… also do you have another pop?” “Oh, yeah! I do, here. It was in my bag, I forgot I had one in there.”

This lollipop was orange this time, he grabbed it and peeled the wrapping off, and put it in his mouth, he instantly relaxed again, it made (Y/n) giggled, “hmm?” “Oh, sorry I just think it’s cute how you relax so easily to those.” Billy felt this throbbing feeling again, ‘cute???’ He felt his face slightly more hot for some random reason, “I’m not cute, I’m badass, get it right.” “Uh huh, sure you are.” She walked off after that, and Billy slowly got out of the car, closed the door and followed her inside.

The house seems cozy, and a lot warmer than outside, he looked back from the door and saw the the night sky it was quiet outside, all you can hear are the Crickets, he closed the door so the cold air won’t come in, he look back at everyone and felt small, but it instantly vanished, “Billy sweetheart your ok!” (Y/n)’s mother walked up to him and Hugged him. He missed this feeling, being held by a loving mother, well being hugged too, Billy hugged back, “Billy honey, you're so skinny, come I just made dinner.” She let go and grabbed his hand and pulled him to the kitchen, (Y/n) snickered a little, by seeing Billy’s face, Billy felt hungry but didn’t at the same time, because of his stomach.

Everyone sat down on the table, max sat next to (Y/n)’s mother and (Y/n) sat next next to Billy, and Billy sat next to (Y/n)’s mother, (Y/n)’s father was at the end of the table and also (Y/n)’s mother sat at the other end of the table.

Billy looked at his food, it has a large steak, with mashed potatoes with gravy, with a side of white rice with garlic salt with lemon on it, it looked delicious, but his stomach didn’t feel hungry, but he feels pain in his stomach region, so he eats the rice first and damn it exquisite, it’s soft texture felt just right his mouth, so he took a little more seconds before swallowing, everything around Billy felt calming again, (Y/n) was talking to her mother and Max was talking to (Y/n)’s father, why this calmness felt so weird to him, feeling this niceness just felt off to him, maybe his life was getting better, “Billy?”, “hmm?!” Billy looked at (Y/n)’s father, “Billy, I have trust in you to share a room with my daughter?” “Share a room?” “Well you can’t sleep on the couch because all your belongings are in the living room, boxes and boxes full of your stuff.” Billy look to his right and saw 20 to probably 25 boxes full with his stuff, Billy looked back, and nodded, “I won’t harm her; Mr. (Y/L/N), you have my word.”

“Hmm, someone became a gentleman over the past couple of years.”

Billy had a small chuckle, and everyone continued eating.

—— time skip ——

When everyone finished eating; everyone went to there rooms, except for (Y/n) she was in the shower, Billy was in her room, her bed was quite soft for a queen size bed, he was already in his pajamas, well shorts and a white tank top, it was kinda slippy because these were his clothes, *sigh* ‘fucking comatose’.

“Hey”

“Sup, where am I going to sleep?”

“My bed.”

“Your bed~”

“Not like that.”

“Ok, prez~”

“Billy-“

“Ok, ok, ok”

Billy started to slowly move to the end of the bed, and laid down, and tried to focus his breathing, it was easier to breathe; when laying down.

(Y/n) finished up everything and laid at the end of the bed, Billy looked at her confused.

“Why-“

“What, you think I’m gonna just lay on the hard floor and you get to sleep in my soft luxury bed all by yourself; no”

Billy just felt dumbfounded by what you said but just brushed it off and just closed his eyes, but…

“Billy?”

“Hmm”

“Sorry i left in middle school”

“…”

“I moved because of money, I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when the abuse was happening…”

*breathes out* “you're fine, sweetheart, don’t worry about-“

She sits up, “no I’m serious I’m sorry; I’m sorry I left you, and that I wasn’t there for you, that I didn’t even give you a call to check up on you, to check if you're ok…”

“…”

Billy moved his arm a little, giving her signals that he needs that comfort, so she did, she laid down next to him, and hugged him gently; “I promise, I’ll help you anyway I can…”

“Ok… prez…”

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