shesthejukeboxhero - Tumblr blog

[shesthejukeboxhero]

[shesthejukeboxhero]

Not really a request but i loved smart alec sm can't wait for pt 2😭😭

It’s coming very soon! I’ve started writing it 🤭

[shesthejukeboxhero]

I actually didn’t expect Smart Alec to get as popular as it is getting… so I can confirm part two is in the works 🫶 can’t promise when it will be out but it is in the drafts 😁

[shesthejukeboxhero]

could you make a Jason Carver x rockstar!reader one shots where they meet at school from reader being friends with lucus. And lucus convinced Jason to come to one of your shows with corroded coffee?

Could you use they/them prns as well

If your not comfortable with this ask feel free to skip

Thanks for the request!! I hope this is okay I was really debating posting it because I’m not used to writing/reading gn! fics so I hope this is okay 😭 I worked on this for months and I got a little rusty so if this isn’t good I’m sorry 💀

Paradise City

Jason Carver x GN!Reader

Warnings: Drugs (alluded to, weed), Alcohol, Smoking, maybe one swear word, basically just pure fluff 💁🏼‍♀️

Summary: When Lucas’ new friend makes a pit stop in Hawkins, they catch the eye of one starry-eyed blond.

The rumble of the Corvette shocked the entire basketball team as it rolled into the parking lot. The Metallica blaring from the speakers causes their heads to turn and see who has courage to be different in this cul-de-sac town.

“SINCLAIR!” The mysterious voice yelled as they rolled their window down, Metallica flooding the air around them. “I’VE GOT A SHOW TONIGHT, LETS ROCK AND ROLL!”

Lucas slings his bag over his shoulder and walks to the car, but not without eyes on his back as he walks away.

“Sinclair, who’s this?”

He turns around to face the blond, confused. “It’s my friend, they’re just visiting.”

Then the sound of boots on pavement approaches the group of boys. “Let’s go Sinclair, I’m running late already.” They then notice the blond staring at them. “Y/N L/N.” They say, extending their hand out in greeting.

“Jason Carver.” He says, shaking his hand.

Nodding, the leather-wearing rocker steps back toward Lucas. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” Lucas says, walking towards the car.

“Wait, what are you doing tonight that you’re in such a rush for?” The blond says, watching them closely.

“I’ve got a show tonight at the Hideout. You should totally come.” They say with a smirk as they walk back to the Corvette. Before Jason can even say a word, the Corvette is speeding out of the parking lot.

It’s safe to say Jason was far out of his comfort zone as he arrived at the Hideout. He normally wouldn’t go, but for some reason, he felt the need to come see your show. As he walks in, he notices he DEFINITELY does not fit in. Girls with fishnet leggings, boys with big long hair, this is definitely not his style. That’s when he locks eyes on them. The leather jacket on their arms, the guitar strung over their shoulder, it’s almost like a drug pulling him in.

“Good evening Hawkins!” Their voice rings out over the speakers. “Or as I like to call it, Paradise City!”

They swing the guitar over to the front of their body, and starts strumming the intro to “Paradise City” by Guns N’ Roses. As they begin singing, their voice is as smooth as butter and felt like a hymn to the blond.

“Take me down to the paradise city, where the grass is green and the girls are pretty!”

The crowd finished the lyrics by yelling, “Oh won’t you please take me home!”

Jason recognizes maybe one of the songs, they’re all too… rebellious for him. One thing he does know, is that Y/N has a voice for singing, that’s for sure.

After the show, Jason spots them at the edge of the stage, talking to all of the band’s groupies. The guitar is no longer on their shoulder, but they still looks just as badass as before. He approaches them, which causes all the groupies to give him weird stares.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in.” Y/N says, a smirk tugging at their lips. “Never thought I’d see you at a rock concert, Carver.” A cigarette (or what Jason thinks to be a cigarette…) hangs loosely in their hand as a few groupies wrap their arms around them, trying to claim Y/N as “theirs”.

“Until tonight I would have had to agree.” Jason says, trying not to let his confidence slip.

The smirk on their face was electric. “So, what brought you out here tonight?”

“You invited me, and I would never turn down an invite to a free show.” Jason was just trying to save his ass from being embarrassed. He would never be caught dead here, and the rockstar knows it.

“Well, I’m glad you showed up.” The rocker pushes the groupies out of the way and extends their hand out to Jason. “Why don’t you join me back stage, have a few drinks. I’ll show you how to play!” They said, referring to the guitar on their shoulder.

“Why not, I could never turn down a free drink.”

The two of them head backstage, and Jason never thought he’d experience a day like this. I mean, his parents would kill him for dating someone like this! Rock is the art of the Devil, they told him. Sure didn’t sound like it when it comes from the mouth of Y/N. They hand him a beer, then they lead him to the couch.

“So, tell me about yourself.” The rocker asks, kicking their boots up on the coffee table in front of them.

“What’s there to know?”

“Well, what’s your favorite song?”

“You wouldn’t know it.”

“Try me.”

Now Jason had to actually think. He never had a favorite song. Now he has to come up with some generic answer to give them.

“Take on Me by a-ha.”

“Stereotypical.” They flip the guitar over their shoulder and starts strumming the chords to the song. Jason is in awe, how can someone know the chords off the top of their head?

“It’s a simple riff really, you just move your fingers like this.” They show him, then hand him the guitar. Getting it situated on his lap right, they grab his hands gently and help him get his fingers on the right chords.

“Now just move your fingers over as many as I tell you to, okay?” He nods, willing to listen to anything they tell him.

As they tell him the chords, they sing the lyrics so he knows how it’s supposed to sound.

“Talking away~ good, good. Now, move your fingers to the fifth place.”

Eventually, the two of them reach the chorus, and he’s got the hang of it now.

“Take on me… take me on… I’ll be gone in a day or two…~ That was perfect!” The rocker says, high-fiving Jason, but Jason knows this is his chance. Grabbing their hand, he pulls them close to him and…

To his shock, they don’t pull away. They don’t pull away for a long time. It’s like time stopped, the world stopped turning. Jason never thought he could love someone so different from him, but tonight that changed.

“Guess Hawkins is Paradise City, after all.”

[shesthejukeboxhero]

Hey guys! It’s been a minute 🫣 I had a bad case of writer’s block and combined with finals it was a rough couple of months in April-May, and I’m starting a new job!

From now on, until the end of summer, I will try my hardest to be active, I’m hoping for one fic a week. I wanted to make this post to let you know I added a few new characters to the write list! Finnick Odair (Hunger Games), Billy Dunne (Daisy Jones and the Six), Soldier Boy (The Boys), Homelander (The Boys), and Jack Thompson (Agent Carter/Marvel) were all added to the masterlist and write list!

My requests are open (have been since the start!) and of course, I look at each one and when I get an idea for it I will write it! I have 2 requests I haven’t touched yet and a few that are in the drafts (one is close to being done!) and those get first priority, but if you want to request please do! I love reading every request and most of the time I will write something for it!

Here’s my write list!

[shesthejukeboxhero]

~Wrong place, right time~ pt.1

Billy Hargrove x fem!!reader.

warning: Nsfw, smut, unprotected sex.

word count: 3009

Not me posting two fics today, man i'm on a roll!

I've been fixated on Billy Hargrove lately, so I figure the logical thing for me to do was make a fic! Boom! Amazing idea. Also this is loosely based around Billy, i haven’t seen the series but i will be doing my research for certain situations if i need.

Anyways you guys enjoy. Love y'all! <333

“Excuse me, sorry, excuse me.” You mumbled the word out of habit as you pushed through the different cliques and groups of your new school. You stumbled like a deer learning how to walk for the first time. It was embarrassing, especially for the second week of school. You would always think you’d be able to navigate the school on your own just fine. Turns out you were completely wrong. You managed to find sanctuary in an empty, shaded spot on the walkway, you took the opportunity to look over the map you were given but sadly we can never have good things in this world.

A group of pristine blond Barbies made their way down the path walking shoulder to shoulder. As you were completely oblivious to this, you stayed in your own world. It wasn’t until a harsh nudge of a shoulder caught your attention. Unfortunately for you, this would just cause everything to spiral further downhill. “Hey!” You exclaimed before stumbling on your feet once more and falling face first into the ground. “No,” You groaned feeling the warm mush of the ground smear onto your clothes and face. You landed right into a mud puddle.

The barbies laughed at the unfortunate sight in front of them. You got back up to your feet as slowly as you could in hopes of not worsening the conditions you were in. Laughter then spread like wildfire as everyone laid eyes on the sad scene in front of them. If you didn’t have a path to walk, you did now. As you uncomfortably walked down the path, everyone backed away to avoid getting mud on themselves, their laughter not seeming to cease as you left the area.

“Mom i really need another change of clothes,” You spoke into the phone as you scrubbed your face raw in your attempt to rid you of the mud. “I’m sorry sweetie but I can’t leave work now.” She responded. You groaned in frustration, there was no way she was going to let you stay like this for the entire day, was she? “Mom, please, it’s a really bad day today, I’m covered in mud, can you just please do this for me?”

“I’m sorry hon, I have to get back to work.” The line clicks dead. You let out a sigh of frustration as you put the phone back on its receiver. “This cannot be happening.” You mumbled as you threw your head onto the desk. “If it helps, you could look through the lost and found for something.”

You lifted your head from the desk and turned your attention to the secretary holding up a cardboard box. “I guess I have no choice, right?”

Now here you are making your way down to the gym showers. “Okay down here and a left,” You mumbled to yourself as you made your way using another map of the school given to you by the nice lady at the front desk. “And two doors down and... ah! Here.” You successfully located the showers with no other problems. “Hello?” You spoke as you walked in. Luckily for you there was no one in the locker room, no one else to see you in your soiled clothing. You approached the bench closest to the showers and threw your belongings down along with the oversized sweats you managed to find from the lost and found. You quickly stripped out of the muddy clothing, throwing it into the ground and stepping onto the cold tiles of the showers.

 You turned on the spout, grabbed some soap and began to wash the mud off. Luckily for you it had dried so removal was not so hard but nonetheless you took your time and delicately washed yourself. You stood there under the shower spray letting the water wash away your misery. You were grateful for the silence that accompanied the water, if anything, this shower was the highlight of your day but as always even the pleasant times of life must end.

“Ahem.” You heard someone clearing their throat behind you, snapping you out of your thoughts. You turned around and covered yourself immediately once you noticed who was behind you. One of the most popular guys in the school. You had seen him around school, and vaguely remembered that he sat in the back of your history, but besides knowing that he was hot as hell, there was nothing else you knew about this man, not even his name. You were stuck referring to him as “Stay the fuck away from him.” Why? Because that was the first, if not the only thing majority your classmates would tell you if you asked about him. You assumed they felt threatened by him. You never knew why. Either way, staying away from him seemed like the best option.

You looked up at the stranger to see his dirty blonde hair clinging to his tan skin as beads of sweat coated his forehead. He wore nothing but a pair of dark green shorts. “What are you doing in here?” He asks, his voice deep and rough, your mind goes blank. Holy shit what kind of guy has that kind of voice and how does he look so much hotter up closely? A head of hair I just want to tangle my fingers in, a pair of lips I just wish were on mine, a pair of eyes that sparkle just like the ocean and a bod the looks like it’s been carved by Michael Angelo. No Y/n, this guy is trouble, we don’t want to mess with him, your mother would have an aneurysm if she found out anyway. Remember, Stay the fuck away from him.

“I’m showering, what else does it look like?” You chuckled nervously. “No i mean, what are you doing here, in the boys bathroom?” He smirked which made you blush.

 “Oh, um, well I was walking down the pathway y’know, trying to find my class but then this group of girls were walking side by side, like shoulder to shoulder which is pretty inconsiderate for everyone on the pathway if I might add like leave some space for everyone else-“ You rambled on and on about ‘pathway etiquette’ until you realized that the conversation wasn’t going anywhere nor did he looked pleased about your rambling. You finally managed to stop yourself, taking a moment to clear your throat. “Basically, I fell in mud and needed to clean myself off, I didn’t know it was the boy’s bathroom.” You finished awkwardly as your eyes darted from the floor to his blue beauty’s that stared into your soul.

He chuckled lightly, “Hm, okay, well for next time, girls’ showers are down another door.” He points his finger behind you signaling the direction of the correct room. “Noted.” You nodded and gave a polite smile, “Well I’ll just finish up as quick as I can to save myself from any further embarrassment and get out of your hair.”

“No need, finish your shower.” He stated.

You furrow your browns in confusion, “Don’t you need to take a shower- Oh my god!” You exclaimed as you witnessed the handsome stranger slide off his shorts so nonchalantly before throwing them to the side. “There are other showers available, I’ll just use one of them.”  His eyes meet yours again, a look that says more than words could express.

“No! I mean no, it’s okay. I just thought you would have waited for me to finish.”

“I’m not a very patient man.” He disclosed as his lips formed a smirk.

Your cheeks flamed as you tried to ignore the way his gaze. “Oh, okay! Yes, okay,” You chuckled nervously trying to keep your eyes above the equator. “You just stay on your side, okay?” You pointed towards the shower head that was directly across from yours whilst still trying to cradle your breast in one arm in your failed attempt to cover yourself.

He nodded and gave you another smirk before walking over to the shower and turning the knob. “I’m going to turn around now.” You stated before doing exactly as you said, turning around. Once you heard the shower start you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, glad that the conversation ended with ease, despite it being awkward. The silence consumed you two as the sound of water hitting each other filled the room and made you feel somewhat better, you could almost forget you were standing in the same shower with a total stranger. You closed your eyes in an attempt to pretend you were alone, but that wouldn’t last long as the handsome stranger spoke again.

“So, what’s your deal?” He questioned. You snapped out of your little trance you were in when you heard his voice and slowly turned around to him with wide eyes. “My deal?”

“I’ve never seen you around before, when did you get here?”  He tilted his head slightly looking at you with interest.

“Last week.” You answered, “Moved here from Chicago.”

“City girl huh?”  he said, raising a brow. You nodded shyly. “How you like it so far?”

“I like it.”

He chuckled, “I bet, a city girl like you, you must’ve had all the guys on you.” You chose not to comment on his statement. “What? No boyfriend?” You shook your head. “That’s weird, well obviously a girl like you must have a rebound, who wouldn’t?” He teased; you could feel his presence as he got closer to you. “Don’t have that either.” You blurted. “No guy really pays attention to me.”

Your heart raced inside of your chest; why did you say that! No, he thinks you’re pathetic. Know what, it’s fine, he’s just trying to get in your head, just keep your eyes on the wall. “Bullshit.” He scoffed. “What?” Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

“I know for a fact that at least half of the guys in this school would shit their pants if it meant getting even half a chance with you.”

You shook your head in disbelief, “I doubt it,” You replied. “Trust me, these guys want to be with you, they look at you as how I’m looking at you,” You began to get slightly nervous as you heard hush shower turn off, yet you could feel his presence getting closer and closer.

“They want to touch you like how I want to touch you,” Your breath hitched as you feel his arm snake around your waist. His touch sends shivers down your spine. “They want to kiss you like how I want to kiss you.” He placed his face on your neck, nipping slightly. Your knees weakened. “They want to fuck you like how I want to fuck you.” Another bite on your neck causing you to gasp, this time he sucked on your collarbone and moaned as he bit it. You let out a soft moan of pleasure. It’s a good thing he had his arm around you as you could’ve sworn your knees were going to give out anytime.

 His tongue traced the outline of your ear as his hand slowly traveled lower and lower, making you gasp every time his fingertips grazed your thigh. As he touched you, you felt electricity flow through your body, sending tingles along your skin. This sensation of electricity ran throughout your whole body like fire, burning your insides. You couldn’t believe he was touching you like that, bad news or not, you wanted him too much, you needed him, everything about him was perfect, it was the most perfect guy you had ever met in your entire life.

“Tell me something.” He mumbled against your skin, the feeling of his hot breath on you rose goosebumps. “Have you ever had sex before?” He continued, licking a slow, circular path from the base of your jaw to your ear. You swallowed hard.

“Yea, a couple times.”

He chuckled, “Yeah? When was the last time? When was the last time someone made you feel good?”

You hesitated to answer. “Months,” You mumbled softly, afraid to speak any louder.

The male hummed quietly, placing light kisses upon your shoulders and back. Your breathing became labored and shallow as he slowly inched his way to your breasts, cupping them and massaging them ever so gently.

“And why is that?”

“Let’s just say that my boyfriend didn’t really fulfill his side of the deal.”

“Such a shame.” He commented as he slid his other hand downwards, caressing the backs of your thighs inching closer to your womanhood. “How about we put an end to that streak?”

“Okay.” You gasped as you felt his fingers enter you. His movements were firm and steady as he moved his fingers in the right way in order to please you. You let out another gasp, feeling like fireworks were exploding inside your stomach as he thrusted in and out, making you writhe with anticipation.

You bit your lip as an attempt to muffle your moans.

 He smirked as he leaned forward kissing your cheek. “That feels amazing doesn’t it.” 

“Yes… it does…” You moaned.

He took his thumb, brushing over your clit which caused your back to arch more. Your legs trembled as the knot in your stomach tightened. You were close and he could tell. He stopped abruptly, pulling his fingers out. “No,” You whined, “Please don’t stop.”

“Shh,” He cooed, “Don’t worry, just stay there.”

He massages your arousal onto his cock before pressing himself against your entrance and thrusting deep into you, you let out a scream as waves of ecstasy crashed onto you. You let your head fall back as the waves of pure bliss washed over your body. “Fuck.” He groaned as your cunt swallowed his dick whole.

His groans filled your ears as he began to thrust into you, keeping at a steady pace. "Oh my god."  You whimpered as your eyes squeezed shut, trying to take in as much pleasure as possible, enjoying every second. You had never felt anything like this before. Like sure you had sex, but not as good as this, it never even came halfway to this. With each love session with your boyfriend at the time leaving you empty and unsatisfied.

Your bodies moved in sync; with every thrust you’d push your ass back into him. Doing this made him sink deeper into you, hitting spots that you never even knew existed. You dug your nails harshly into his arms that wrapped tightly around your waist as you rocked your hips back and forth creating friction between your slick pussy and his cock. You were getting closer and closer to coming. You tried to hold yourself back, trying to focus on taking every moment you’re sharing with him as you both reached your peak.

“Come here.” He said pulling out of you and turning you to face him, with a harsh shove, he pushed up against the wall. No other word was spoken as he approached pinned you to the wall, joining his lips with yours. It wasn’t long until he was inside of you again, picking up and wrapping one of your legs around his waist, his nails digging into your skin hard enough to draw blood, as the other intertwined fingers with yours and held it against the wall.

He swallowed each and every one of your moans as your tongues danced along with each other. It was sloppy, messy, and wild yet somehow it was perfect. The passion, the desperation; it matched every single emotion you felt, and you couldn't wait any longer. Again, you started to feel yourself reach your peak, so was he. Your breathing became labored as his thrusts grew more hurried and rougher. He pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead onto yours. “God, you're taking me so well.” He moaned, his voice heavy with lust and desire.

“I can’t get enough.” Was all that you managed to utter.

He grinned as let go of your hand which you quickly moved under his arm and gripped into his shoulders to bring him closer than he was already. You felt like you were being possessed by some evil force as he kept going faster, and harder.  "You gonna come for me?" he asked, his voice smoother than butter, husky and filled with lust. You nodded fervently as he continued hitting every spot making the trembling in your legs increase. Soon your mind went completely blank as your orgasm washed over you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you moaned out for him. He came right after you, burying his face in your neck. “Fuck.” He groaned as he released into you.

You sighed loudly while resting your forehead against his shoulder as you rode out your orgasm, panting heavily as tears strolled down your cheeks. The moment was bittersweet. He lifted his head up from your shoulder and pulled away from you, grabbing your jaw pushing you back up against the wall. God he is gorgeous. His soaked dirty blond curls fall so perfectly onto his face, his baby blues staring into your soul, the way his perfectly chiseled chest rises with each breath and how the water and after sex glow just makes him sparkle as he stared into your soul. He pulled you into yet another forceful kiss that knocked you off your feet as he pulled out of you.

“See you around newbie.” He panted before walking out of the shower, grabbing a towel, drying himself off and getting dressed. You followed behind him, carefully walking out of the shower, grabbing your towel, and wrapping it around yourself before taking a seat on the bench where your belongings sat. “What’s your name?” he asked you as he walked towards the door slipping on his jacket. “Y/n.” You answered. “Yours?” He smirked as he took out a cigarette and lit it. “Billy.” He answered as he exhaled the gray smoke, sending you a wink before exiting the room.

[shesthejukeboxhero]

Don’t Blame Me

Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader (AU)

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Swearing, Alcohol, Parent Loss (flashback), Bullying (flashback) MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH!

Summary: What would have happened if instead of Billy being flayed, it was his girlfriend? (Title and ending inspired by “Don’t Blame Me by Taylor Swift)

A/N: I apologize for not posting in such a long time! I just needed the time to sit down and write this fully because who would want to read a part 2 when I could easily finish it in one part? Anyways, I hope you guys really enjoy this, it has been in my mind for a long time now.

“Oh Lord, save me, my drug is my baby, I'll be usin' for the rest of my life, Usin' for the rest of my life”

You had made plans for after graduation. Work hard all summer, move to California the day after Labor Day. You knew the day he asked you out formally that the two of you were endgame.

He got a job at the pool, you got a job at the new record store in the mall. Some days, he’d meet you at the mall for lunch, or you’d drive up to the pool to see him on your break. Sometimes, the two of you even rented a hotel room to spend the night together without fear of your families noticing. That’s what you were doing that night.

After stopping at your house to get some clothes for the night, you were driving to Motel 6, where Billy was waiting for you. Singing along happily to the Blondie song on the radio, you knew tonight was going to be a good night, until it wasn’t.

It came out of nowhere. The object shattered the windshield of your silver Ford Escort, sending your head straight into the steering wheel. Stepping out of your car to inspect the damage, you notice a weird gooey substance on the windshield.

“What the fuck…” you mutter to yourself when a random squeal and rustling in the bushes sounds out just a few feet from where you are now.

“Who’s there?” You say, suddenly becoming more panicked.

You move towards the bushes to investigate the sound but you suddenly get swept off your feet and you start getting pulled towards the steel mill.

“Let me go! Please, let me go!” You scream as you’re pulled down the stairs, gripping onto the top stair for your life, but the force is too strong. The creature now towers over you, like a giant tentacle. It latches onto your face and drowns out your screams.

Somehow, the creature lets go of you long enough for you to sprint out back to your car and drive away. You don’t know what the fuck just happened, but you know you HAVE to get away from that steel mill.

Eventually you spot a pay phone on the side of the road, and you pull over and sprint to it as fast as your legs can go. Dialing 911, you start getting flashbacks to being pulled down to the steel mill.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

As the flashbacks get more rampant, the lights start flickering more and more, when suddenly, it goes dark. It’s too quiet, not even the dial tone of the phone can be heard. Stepping out of the pay phone, you look around cautiously. As you walk back out into the road you spot a group of people hiding in the fog.

“What do you want?”

Dead silence.

“I said, what do you want?”

Suddenly a figure starts walking towards you. As they get closer, it’s a clone of yourself.

“To build. I want you to build.” Your clone says in a distorted voice, much different from your own.

“To build what?” You say, scared for your life.

“What you see.”

“I don’t understand.”

A crack of lightning sounds and the next thing you know your clone and the crowd are gone.

“I don’t understand! What do you mean, I don’t understand!”

Billy waited all night for you to show up, but you never did. He knew this was unlike you, and figured you’d have a good explanation when he came to visit you at work today. As he walks into the record store, he sees you wearing short shorts and a tank top, something you never wore unless it was incredibly hot out (which it was not that day.)

“Where were you last night?” He says, point-blankly.

“I had a change of plans.” You say, with no emotion in your voice.

“Take him, Y/N. He’s perfect” The voice says in your head, and you feel yourself losing control.

“Please, Y/N, tell me what I did wrong.” He says, looking into your eyes, which just feeds the monster’s desire to take him as the next victim. Feeling your control start to slip almost completely, you realize you have to get Billy out of here, quickly.

“GO AWAY BILLY, PLEASE!” You yell at him, and you see the hurt expression on his face.

“Fine.” He says, leaving without another word, and you mentally sigh of relief. He’s safe, for now. The black veins go back into your skin, and you run to the break room and grab one of the water bottles out of the fridge and chug it, grabbing the other one to cool your face down.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Your co-worker, Daniel says as he checks back in from his lunch break.

“Take him instead.” The monster says into your head. Without thinking, you approach Daniel and grab him by the neck.

“Y/N what the fuck are you doing?” He chokes out as he starts to lose consciousness.

“Relax, it will all be over soon.” You say with a soothing voice.

The days blend together, where your body is moving without you even knowing. Taking whoever the flayer tells you to take. The old lady at the grocery store, the little boy throwing a baseball against a brick wall downtown, anyone. You don’t even feel like yourself anymore, a shell of a girl who once had it all.

Meanwhile, Billy was working hard to figure out how to get you back. Max filled him in on the supernatural beings of Hawkins, so now he knows what happened to you.

“So, what worked for Will was getting him super hot. Is there a way to do that?” Max asks Billy.

“I don’t know… maybe trapping her at work?” He says, trying to come up with a way to save his girl.

The plan is to trap you at work on the day you work by yourself. Billy will barricade the doors from the outside while Eleven turns the thermostat up from outside the shop, while Max and the rest of the party stand outside. As Billy hauls all the materials to the back door, he feels his anxiety rush over him, worried for how you’re going to react. He shoves that feeling aside and quickly barricades all the doors beside the glass front one so you don’t see him until it’s too late. After returning to the front of the store, Eleven starts turning the thermostat up. As the numbers get higher and higher, the control over your mind is lower and lower. It’s getting too hot, and you know that he will be angry.

“It’s up all the way.” Eleven says, wiping the blood from her nose.

“Now we wait.” Max says, standing just behind her brother as he nails the wood planks into the walls of the store to barricade the door.

Your hands clench under the counter, fighting to keep any sanity you have left, but it’s getting to be too much to bare. Meeting Billy’s eyes through the window, your eyes start to water. Walking over to the door’s window, you desperately call out to him.

“Billy please…”

“Y/N…”

“I didn’t mean to!! He made me!”

“Who made you do what?”

“The.. the.. the black thing… the giant shadow!”

“Y/N, please, we only want to help you.” Billy rests his hand against yours through the glass window, and that’s when it snaps. Punching through the window, Billy jumps back in shock. Kicking the wood planks away from the door, the group knows they need to act fast. Lucas fired his wrist rocket at her head, but that just made it angrier. The veins blacken all over your body and you smash through the door, but Eleven slams your body hard against the back wall of the store. Getting her weak enough, you reach your hand out and strangle her but that’s when Mike slams one of the wood planks against your head, giving Eleven enough time to throw you through the back wall of the store.

You walk down the steps to the basement of the mill, where Daniel is waiting, with all the rest of your victims.

“What happened.” Daniel says calmly.

“They know. They know I’m the host.” you say angrily.

“Who attacked you?”

“The girl. Nearly killed me.”

“She cannot kill all of us though.” He says, gesturing to the large crowd behind him.

A few days later, after meeting up with Nancy and Jonathan, the group decides to search for the flayed in the void. You, Daniel, Daniel’s Parents, The Holloways, and Doris Driscoll are all confirmed victims of the mind flayer.

After the attack at the hospital, you and Daniel stand waiting as the mini flayer, comprised of Daniel’s father and Tom Holloway’s bodies, returns to the mill, you look at him and say, “It’s time.”

Back at the cabin, Eleven is deep inside the void searching for the flayed. While the kids argue about why she shouldn’t be in the void for as long as she has been, Billy and Nancy are busy calling local businesses to ask if they have any missing chemicals. Suddenly, Eleven removes her blindfold and says, “I found her.”

You’re sitting alone on your bed in your bedroom, surrounded by floral wallpaper and music posters. Suddenly, you look up and see Eleven. A tear slips from your eye as you show her the possessions you caused, before slipping into an old memory of your own.

It’s the day of the annual Halloween party at Tina’s. You park your car and walk up to the party, dressed in an angel costume. Sipping on red punch, you bump into a shirtless Billy behind you.

“Excuse me, angel.”

“Sorry…-“

“Billy. Billy Hargrove.”

“Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

“What do you say we leave this lame party and you can show me what heaven looks like, doll.”

Suddenly, the memory starts to fade away as a new one starts. In this memory, there’s a much younger version of you, kneeling beside a hospital bed. She sees it’s a woman who looks a lot like you… your mother.

“Daddy, when will mommy wake up?”

He doesn’t respond.

“Daddy?”

That memory fades into a new one, where you’re no older than 8 years old, where you’re sitting on a bench outside at recess, when a group of girls come up to you.

“You know L/N, you’d be a lot less ugly if you actually tried.”

“Yeah, you need a makeover.”

Looking up at them, you say, “No thanks…”

“Too bad.” One of the girls pulls out a pair of scissors, cutting a chunk of your hair off. They laugh as tears fall from your eyes and that’s when it fades to one last memory: the night you were flayed.

She watches as the object hits your windshield, to your desperate call to 911, to getting dragged down the stairs. Not being able to take it anymore, Eleven returns to the cabin to find it empty. Lights flickering, Eleven calls out to Mike.

“He can’t hear you.” You say, in a deeper voice than normal.

She gasps as you step out from one of the rooms.

“You shouldn’t have looked for me.” You say, stepping towards her menacingly. “Because now I see you. We can all see you.”

Eleven backs away, scared.

“You… let us in. And now, you are going to have to let us stay.”

Eleven trembles as you step close to her.

“Don’t you see? All this time, we’ve been building it…. For you. All that work, all that pain, all of it, for you.”

Eleven sobs as you stare at her, intimidating her.

“And now it’s time. Time to end it. And we are going to end you. And once you’re gone, we are going to end your friends.”

“No!” Eleven yells, sobbing.

“And then we are going to end everyone.”

Eleven returns back to the cabin she came from, sobbing. After telling the group everything, they hear a snarl from outside. Will’s neck flares up, and he says, “He’s here.”

Nancy arms herself with a shotgun, and Jonathan and Billy arm themselves with axes. The cabin shakes and then suddenly stops, and that’s when a tendril slams through the window towards Eleven. Billy slams his ax down on it, but it turns to attack Billy. Nancy distracts it long enough for Eleven to tear it apart, but then 2 more fly in. Struggling, she finally tears them apart, but then the mind flayer itself destroys the roof, wrapping one of its tendrils around Eleven’s ankle. Jonathan severs the tendril with the ax while the rest of the group pulls Eleven away from the monster. The piece wrapped around her ankle embeds itself in her leg but Mike rips it out. After Eleven tears it apart, they flee the cabin in Nancy’s car.

After stopping at the supermarket, they flee with fireworks in tow. The flayer sends you out to find them there, but you were too late. Dipping your fingers in the blood left behind from Eleven’s leg, you use it to track where they’re headed— Starcourt.

When you arrive, they are outside working on Nancy’s car, which was tampered with. You rev the engine of your car, getting the attention of the group. They hurry back inside while Nancy fires at you as you floor your car towards the mall, when suddenly a car slams into yours- Steve Harrington slammed the rich guy’s car into yours, giving them time to escape. Spotting Mike, Max, and Eleven trying to escape through a back entrance, you hurry out of the burning car to get them.

“Take the girl, ignore the others.”

Cornering the kids in the hallway, Max starts telling you positive memories, like when you and Billy went to prom together (you promised him you’d make it worth his while afterwards…), and when you helped her get ready for the snowball. None of it works though, and you slam both her and Mike into the wall, knocking them out cold. Knocking Eleven out as well, you hoist her over your shoulder and carry her out to the center of the mall to present to the mind flayer.

Leaning over her, Eleven starts to wake up. She starts telling you details from the memory she saw— the one of you and Billy on Halloween.

“It was Halloween… Billy was there… he called you angel… your little halo and your wings gave it away…. You were pretty, very pretty. Billy loved you the moment he saw you…”

Hearing the memory, a tear slips from your eye. Climbing off of her, you turn to face the mind flayer. As it shoots a tendril out to take Eleven, you stand in front of her, taking the tendril in your chest.

“NO!” Billy yells out, watching the tendril sink into your body as you fall to your knees. The flayer lets go of you because Lucas begins firing fireworks at it, distracting him. Billy runs over to your shaking body, barely conscious.

“Angel, please, don’t leave me…” he says, caressing your tear-stained and blood covered face.

“Billy, it’s okay…” you say softly. “I’ll be okay…”

He lifts you into his lap and holds you close. “But I won’t…”

“I’ll love you forever… just put the blame on me…”

“It’s not your fault, Y/N. Don’t blame yourself.”

You cough up blood. “Billy please, let me go… I love you…” you say, holding his hand before slipping into unconsciousness.

He stays right there, feeling the muscles in your hand fall weak as he still holds your hand, even when the paramedics try to remove you from his grasp. He sits in front of your grave, knowing you wanted him to move on, but he just can’t let you go. You were his drug, and he’ll keep on using the memories of you for the rest of his life.

[shesthejukeboxhero]

Reblogging this because it deserves more attention 😭

hi, i have a miles bron request if you don't mind!

so, the reader works as a bartender in glass onion and when she meets miles for the first time he tries to impress her with his Genius Future Entrepreneur Ideas™. she's not very into it since none of them seem all that original and she tells him as much. and the dude gets SO pissed that he keeps coming back with notebooks upon notebooks of projects because it's a matter of principle and totally not because he likes her and wants her to respect him. and the reader keeps listening to his rants since she wants to see how far miles can go and totally not because she starts to fall for him. you know no romantic tension here whatsoever 👀👀👀

is it too much? too specific?? idk thanks for reading either way your hcs are fire💗💞💓

LOVE THIS REQUEST!!!

Midnights become our Afternoons

Miles Bron x Bartender!fem!reader

Warnings: Alcohol (obviously), angst if you squint

Summary: Working at the Glass Onion during it’s prime, you’re bound to meet some pretty interesting people. One of which is Miles Bron.

You fumble through the keys on your keychain as you approach the door to the back entrance of the Glass Onion, your family friend’s bar that he hired you to work at as a bartender the minute you turned 18. Once the door is opened, you slip your jacket off and grab your apron off the hook. Then, you go out front and open the front door. As the first few customers roll in you take their orders for what seems like hours. You stand at the bar polishing glasses at the cusp of midnight when a new guy takes a seat in front of you.

“I’ll take a Bulliet on the rocks, please.” He says with a smile as you set the glass down.

“Sure thing.” You turn your back to the bar to pour his drink for him.

“Thanks, Y/N.”

“You’re welcome…” you struggle to think of his name.

“Miles. Miles Bron.”

“You’re welcome, Miles.” Setting it down in front of him, you then walk to the end of the bar to serve your other customers.

Miles then spots a napkin and starts scribbling on it. Making your way back down to where he’s sitting, you spot him writing on the napkin.

“What are you writing?”

“Just some ideas.” He says, finishing what he’s writing. He then holds the napkin out to you, which you read what it says.

“Portable cell phone? Isn’t that already a thing?”

“Yeah, but this one will be more compact. It will actually fit into your pocket.”

You hand the napkin back to him. “It’s not very original. Apple’s had that idea for years with Samsung right behind them.”

“Fine then.” He frowns, stuffing the napkin in his pocket. He then pulls a $20 bill out of his wallet and sets it on the bar before leaving.

The next night, at the same time, he comes in again, along with a whole notebook. Smirking, you walk over to his part of the bar.

“Back again so soon?”

He grumbles in response and pushes the pile of notebooks towards you as you fix his drink.

“What’s this?” You say, flipping open the first notebook.

“Ideas. I want your thoughts.”

Reading the first page, you chuckle to yourself. “Half of these ideas are just ripoffs of existing products. If you want a good idea, it has to be original.”

“Well what would you suggest then?” He says, watching you read his notebook as he sips his bourbon.

“I don’t know, maybe something actually helpful to society, like a faster way to get stuff. Maybe order it from a website or something.”

She grabs a napkin, taking the pen from him and scribbles the idea on a napkin and labels it “Y/N’s Big Idea” and hands it to him. “Add this to your pile of ideas.”

The two of you sit at the bar that night way past closing, just bouncing ideas off eachother.

“Why don’t you like any ideas of mine?”

“Because they’re all ripping off another idea.”

“Well that’s how most products are made!”

“But it’s not how they sell.” You say, looking him directly in the eye.

He nods softly, closing his notebooks and finishing his drink.

This repeats itself over many weeks, the two of you arguing over if an idea would work or not, and even if the two of you don’t realize it, but you really enjoy the other’s company. So that’s why you keep the bar open late, midnights becoming your afternoons, just sitting with this guy and listening for when he has a great idea.

“I put more thought into your idea, by the way.” He suddenly says.

“Really?” You say, resting your chin in you hand as you lean on the bar.

“Yeah, I think it might work. Imagine how easy it would be to order ANYTHING from a website and get it to your house in a few days. Its revolutionary.”

“And original!” You with a smirk, and you swear you can see a little smile peak through his lips.

“Yeah, yeah. Original.”

“So what are you going to do now?”

“Not sure. I’ll have to speak to investors but I think we might have a hit here.”

“We?” You say, shocked.

“Well yeah, of course. You came up with the idea after all.”

“I have no experience in business, Miles.”

“Yeah, but you have customer service skills. You’re the best damn bartender I’ve ever seen.”

“Thanks.”

Miles grabs a napkin from the counter holder and scribbles his number on it, passing it to you. “It’s about time we talked outside of this bar. Let me take you out to dinner sometime, where we could talk about our business more.” He says with a smile, and a little bit of redness showing on his cheeks.

“If this is you trying to ask me on a date the answer is yes.”

“Tomorrow afternoon then? I’m sure your nights are filled.”

“I can take a day off.” You say with a smile.

People say it takes a spark to light a fire, and that spark just happens to be named Miles Bron.

[shesthejukeboxhero]

MASTERLIST

*= prioritized/characters I enjoy writing for the most

MARVEL

Steve Rogers*

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

Baron Helmut Zemo

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

Krasinski!Reed Richards*

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

Jack Thompson

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

STRANGER THINGS

Billy Hargrove*

ONESHOTS:

No One Like You- You arrive at Tina’s Halloween party, and a certain blond haired boy meets your eye.

Those Damn Red Shorts- As the sister of Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove is the one man that is considered “off-limits”. That all changed after you got a job at the Hawkins Community Pool.

Don’t Blame Me- What would have happened if instead of Billy being flayed, it was his girlfriend?

HEADCANONS:

Jason Carver*

ONESHOTS:

Paradise City- When Lucas’ new friend makes a pit stop in Hawkins, they catch the eye of one starry-eyed blond.

HEADCANONS:

Steve Harrington

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

KNIVES OUT

Ransom Drysdale*

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

GLASS ONION

Miles Bron*

ONESHOTS:

Midnights Become Our Afternoons- Working at the Glass Onion during it’s prime, you’re bound to meet some pretty interesting people. One of which is Miles Bron.

HEADCANONS:

Dating Miles Bron Headcanons

Dating Miles Bron Headcanons Part 2

GREYS ANATOMY

Mark Sloan

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

Tom Koracick

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

DIVERGENT

Eric Coulter*

SERIES:

Smart Alec- You’re a first-year initiation instructor, and an Erudite transfer is making it his goal to get under your skin.

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

THE HUNGER GAMES

Finnick Odair*

SERIES:

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

DAISY JONES AND THE SIX

Billy Dunne

SERIES:

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

THE BOYS

Soldier Boy*

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

Homelander*

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

MORTAL KOMBAT

Johnny Cage*

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

Kurtis Stryker

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

** I WILL WRITE THESE TWO TOGETHER WITH READER! **

[shesthejukeboxhero]

Bought a beat up six-string, in a second hand store…

Shesthejukeboxhero’s Blog

MASTERLIST WRITE LIST AO3 WATTPAD

Hi! My name’s Elayna , and I write fanfiction!

I write mainly:

X Readers ( x Fem & x GN only!)

Headcanons

Series

AUs

ONESHOTS

Fluff

Angst

REQUESTS: Open!

You can request for anyone on the list, which is tagged above.

I WILL NOT write:

Smut (for now)

Non/con or rape

Incest/step-cest

Updates will be whenever I can, I try my hardest but I am a student still so that always comes first.

Minors are welcome to interact, but I may eventually write smut so interact at your own risk!

[shesthejukeboxhero]

hi, i have a miles bron request if you don't mind!

so, the reader works as a bartender in glass onion and when she meets miles for the first time he tries to impress her with his Genius Future Entrepreneur Ideas™. she's not very into it since none of them seem all that original and she tells him as much. and the dude gets SO pissed that he keeps coming back with notebooks upon notebooks of projects because it's a matter of principle and totally not because he likes her and wants her to respect him. and the reader keeps listening to his rants since she wants to see how far miles can go and totally not because she starts to fall for him. you know no romantic tension here whatsoever 👀👀👀

is it too much? too specific?? idk thanks for reading either way your hcs are fire💗💞💓

LOVE THIS REQUEST!!!

Midnights become our Afternoons

Miles Bron x Bartender!fem!reader

Warnings: Alcohol (obviously), angst if you squint

Summary: Working at the Glass Onion during it’s prime, you’re bound to meet some pretty interesting people. One of which is Miles Bron.

You fumble through the keys on your keychain as you approach the door to the back entrance of the Glass Onion, your family friend’s bar that he hired you to work at as a bartender the minute you turned 18. Once the door is opened, you slip your jacket off and grab your apron off the hook. Then, you go out front and open the front door. As the first few customers roll in you take their orders for what seems like hours. You stand at the bar polishing glasses at the cusp of midnight when a new guy takes a seat in front of you.

“I’ll take a Bulliet on the rocks, please.” He says with a smile as you set the glass down.

“Sure thing.” You turn your back to the bar to pour his drink for him.

“Thanks, Y/N.”

“You’re welcome…” you struggle to think of his name.

“Miles. Miles Bron.”

“You’re welcome, Miles.” Setting it down in front of him, you then walk to the end of the bar to serve your other customers.

Miles then spots a napkin and starts scribbling on it. Making your way back down to where he’s sitting, you spot him writing on the napkin.

“What are you writing?”

“Just some ideas.” He says, finishing what he’s writing. He then holds the napkin out to you, which you read what it says.

“Portable cell phone? Isn’t that already a thing?”

“Yeah, but this one will be more compact. It will actually fit into your pocket.”

You hand the napkin back to him. “It’s not very original. Apple’s had that idea for years with Samsung right behind them.”

“Fine then.” He frowns, stuffing the napkin in his pocket. He then pulls a $20 bill out of his wallet and sets it on the bar before leaving.

The next night, at the same time, he comes in again, along with a whole notebook. Smirking, you walk over to his part of the bar.

“Back again so soon?”

He grumbles in response and pushes the pile of notebooks towards you as you fix his drink.

“What’s this?” You say, flipping open the first notebook.

“Ideas. I want your thoughts.”

Reading the first page, you chuckle to yourself. “Half of these ideas are just ripoffs of existing products. If you want a good idea, it has to be original.”

“Well what would you suggest then?” He says, watching you read his notebook as he sips his bourbon.

“I don’t know, maybe something actually helpful to society, like a faster way to get stuff. Maybe order it from a website or something.”

She grabs a napkin, taking the pen from him and scribbles the idea on a napkin and labels it “Y/N’s Big Idea” and hands it to him. “Add this to your pile of ideas.”

The two of you sit at the bar that night way past closing, just bouncing ideas off eachother.

“Why don’t you like any ideas of mine?”

“Because they’re all ripping off another idea.”

“Well that’s how most products are made!”

“But it’s not how they sell.” You say, looking him directly in the eye.

He nods softly, closing his notebooks and finishing his drink.

This repeats itself over many weeks, the two of you arguing over if an idea would work or not, and even if the two of you don’t realize it, but you really enjoy the other’s company. So that’s why you keep the bar open late, midnights becoming your afternoons, just sitting with this guy and listening for when he has a great idea.

“I put more thought into your idea, by the way.” He suddenly says.

“Really?” You say, resting your chin in you hand as you lean on the bar.

“Yeah, I think it might work. Imagine how easy it would be to order ANYTHING from a website and get it to your house in a few days. Its revolutionary.”

“And original!” You with a smirk, and you swear you can see a little smile peak through his lips.

“Yeah, yeah. Original.”

“So what are you going to do now?”

“Not sure. I’ll have to speak to investors but I think we might have a hit here.”

“We?” You say, shocked.

“Well yeah, of course. You came up with the idea after all.”

“I have no experience in business, Miles.”

“Yeah, but you have customer service skills. You’re the best damn bartender I’ve ever seen.”

“Thanks.”

Miles grabs a napkin from the counter holder and scribbles his number on it, passing it to you. “It’s about time we talked outside of this bar. Let me take you out to dinner sometime, where we could talk about our business more.” He says with a smile, and a little bit of redness showing on his cheeks.

“If this is you trying to ask me on a date the answer is yes.”

“Tomorrow afternoon then? I’m sure your nights are filled.”

“I can take a day off.” You say with a smile.

People say it takes a spark to light a fire, and that spark just happens to be named Miles Bron.

[shesthejukeboxhero]

Those Damn Red Shorts

Lifeguard!Billy Hargrove x Lifeguard!Fem!Harrington!Reader

Warnings- sexual innuendos, language, usage of pet names (sweetheart, gorgeous), catcalling (mild)

A/N: There is a part that mentions reader has long enough hair to tie it back into a ponytail, if your hair is not that long just disregard :)

Summary- As the sister of Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove is the one man that is considered “off-limits”. That all changed after you got a job at the Hawkins Community Pool.

Slamming the door of the car, you make your way into the pool entrance. Today was going to be a bad day, and you knew it. Of course, you had to be scheduled with Billy FUCKING Hargrove on your first day of the pool season. You had no idea he was even working here, until you saw his name right next to yours on the work schedule. Slinging your backpack over your shoulder, you enter the pool.

As you unlock the office, you haven’t seen Billy yet. So far, so good. Steve told you all about Billy and why he’s bad news, so you knew to adhere to his warnings. Setting your bag down under the desk, you move to open the window to the office. Just as you finish settling in, a crowd starts to form around the office window, so you start checking people in. That’s when you see him.

Blonde curls draping down to his shoulders, the silver whistle resting against his chiseled tan abs, all the ladies can’t help but stare. You keep your gaze towards the 2 little girls in front of you as you check them in. You hear the door to the office open but choose to ignore it, popping a piece of bubble gum into your mouth. 

“Morning, gorgeous.” You hear his smooth voice ring out behind you. 

“Hargrove.” You say, not moved by his flirtatious manner. returning to the paper in front of you. 

“I’m assuming I’m on the stand first?”

“You’d be correct, for once in your life.”

“Aw sweetheart, you’re too kind to me.” He says as he walks out of the office door. You shake your head in disbelief. Why does this guy have the audacity to use pet names around you?

After the large crowd has been checked in, you watch as Billy walks to the chair on the edge of the pool. You will admit, that ass does look pretty damn good in those shorts, not that you’d ever admit that to anyone. Shaking your head, you snap out of it and start working on the book archives. Before you know it, you’re already at the end of your office shift. You don’t even notice Billy entering the office until you smell his usual smell. Cigarettes, mint gum, and aftershave. Somehow, that combination makes this irresistible scent that you could only ever identify as Billy’s. 

“Your turn for the chair, gorgeous.”

“I know.” You say, rising up from the chair and putting your hair into a ponytail. You move out of the way so Billy can go take a seat as you take your shorts off. A few minutes later, you leave the office, feeling the burn of a pair of eyes looking at you against your frame. You walk out to the chair, avoiding the catcalls of both the high school boys and the grown men there with their children.

“Look at those legs, guys!”

“She’s too gorgeous. No wonder she was hired to be a lifeguard...”

Tuning them out, you make your way up to the chair, putting on your aviators as you watch the two 10 year olds fighting in the shallow end of the pool. All throughout the time you were on the chair, you felt like someone was always watching you. The thing is, you felt drawn to look back at the office every once in a while, and that’s when you realize who’s eyes have been on you the entire time. Your eyes meet his crystal blues, and with a wink, he turns away from the window to rummage in the file cabinet while you blush like you forgot to apply sunscreen to your face on the hottest day in July. 

An hour later, you’re making your way back down from the chair, the catcallers are STILL talking about you.

“Heard she’s Harrington’s little sister.” “Wouldn’t surprise me, she has that flowy thick hair like he does.”

You walk right past them, feeling your anger boil every minute.

“Hey Harrington, wait up!” One of the high school boys yells out. Reluctantly, you turn around.

“Is it true that cheerleaders are flexible?” one of them asks you.

“Yes, why?”

“’Cause I wanna know what I’m getting into.” he says with a wink, and you have to fight the urge not to vomit.  

“Are these boys bothering you?” You hear that smooth voice behind you.

“Yes, they are Billy.”

“You go into the office then, Ill take care of them.” He says lowly in your ear, and you nod and walk away, not wanting to see what happens between the boys and Billy. You know it will end bad for at least one of them. 

No more than 10 minutes later, Billy enters the office. He doesn’t look like he was in a fight at all, which shocked you.

“What, no fist fights today Hargrove?”

“Oh sweetheart, I’d get in a fight for you every day if I had to. But no, they left as soon as I told them to.”

“Wow, that’s a new one.” You say, fully ignoring the first part of the sentence. 

“Look, I know you’re Harrington’s sister and all, but do you always have to have a stick up your ass?”

You just glare at him.

“I see that it’s hereditary.”

“Shut up, Hargrove.”

“Make me.”

“You know what? Maybe I will.” You say as you stand up.

“What are you gonna do, fight me like your brother would? I’m curious to see if he learned his skills from you.”

You slowly walk towards him, standing no more than a few inches away from him. “I’m just going to stand there and see how long it takes you to break.” You say with a smirk.

The two of you stare at each other for what feels like hours, when finally Billy speaks up.

“What’s stopping us.”

“What?”

“What’s stopping us from being together.”

“I don’t know, maybe the fact you beat up my brother multiple times is why!”

“Look, I’m sorry. I’m a shit person, I know that. I’m trying to work on it, but it’s hard to stop being so aggressive.”

You nod softly. “I get that.”

“And Y/N, damnit, if there’s one thing I’d change for it would be for you.”

With that comment your eyes meet his, and you can tell he really means it. All of a sudden you’re on autopilot and you kiss him. Feeling him kiss back just made sparks fly and butterflies float in your stomach. After you break the kiss you say, “Then change.” With that, you grab your bag and prepare to leave. As you approach the office door, you feel Billy grab your wrist and you turn to look back at him.

“What made you feel the same way about me?”

“The damn red shorts, Hargrove.”

You walk out of the gates smiling like a kid on Christmas morning.

[shesthejukeboxhero]

I have a Billy x reader coming out tomorrow, then I’ll hopefully finish the 2 requests I have received for Miles and Jason 🤞🏻 (so if those were your requests know they are being worked on!!) then I will be posting the master lists (not quite sure on how to do it quite yet) so then it will be easy to find all the works for your favorite!

[shesthejukeboxhero]

Smart Alec

Initiate!Eric Coulter x instructor!gn!reader

WARNINGS: violence, language

SUMMARY: You’re a first-year initiation instructor, and an Erudite transfer is making it his goal to get under your skin.

A/N: Please let me know if you want me to continue and make this a series! I know lots of people don’t know who Eric is (or don’t remember him) but if enough people want Eric fics I’ll definitely continue writing this!

PART ONE PART TWO

The sound of combat boots walking on cement rings through the compound’s walls.

“Good morning, Y/N.” Your fellow initiation instructor, Lauren greets you as you approach the giant net.

“Good morning, Lauren.”

“You going to the top or am I?” She says.

“I will, I love seeing the shock on their faces when they see they have to jump.” You say with a laugh, waving to her and heading towards the stairs leading to the roof of the compound. You manage to get there just in time, as you can hear the train nearing. Taking your place at the edge of the hole, you watch the initiates jump from the train. Once they all make it off the train, you yell out to them, gaining their attention.

“INITIATES! I’m Y/N, and I’ll be one of your instructors. As you notice, we are about 10 stories off the ground. The only way to enter Dauntless is to jump. If you don’t want to jump, then you might not have the guts to be here.”

“Is there something to catch us down there?” A boy in white and black clothes says.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself, initiate.”

There is a wave of silence after that.

“Well? Somebody’s gotta go first. Who’s it gonna be?” You say, getting impatient.

“I’ll do it.” A male voice sounds out throughout the crowd. You look up and see a boy dressed in blue approaching the edge where you’re standing.

“Alright, Nose. Let’s see what you’ve got.” You say as you jump down from the ledge. He steps up, oozing confidence as he does so. He gives you a mock salute and jumps backwards, down to the net where Lauren is waiting. You shake your head in disbelief, and try to hide the smirk on your face. “WHO’S NEXT?” You yell out to the crowd in front of you.

After all the initiates make the jump, you jump down yourself. After Lauren helps you out of the net, the both of you approach the crowd in front of you. “Dauntless born, you’re going with Lauren. Transfers, you’re staying with me. Go.” You watch as the initiates separate, leaving you with just the transfers. “Now, before we start our tour of the compound, are there any questions for me.” You announce to the crowd. “Yeah, I’ve got one.” The same boy from earlier steps forward. “Alright Nose, what’s your question.” You say annoyed, knowing how this is gonna go.

“How is someone as young as you qualified to teach us? You look just about the same age as us.”

“Well for your information, I was ranked first in my initiation class.”

“Out of how many people?”

“Close to 25 people.”

The boy smirks at you, trying to stifle a laugh.

“Something funny about that, Nose?”

“No.”

“Good, then shut your trap, Smart Alec.”

Without giving the chance for more questions, you start the tour. You notice the Erudite boy seems to be following close behind you. You try your best to ignore it and continue the tour. Leading them out to the open pit of Dauntless, you say, “This is the Pit. The life force of Dauntless.” You then lead them down a spiral staircase which leads to the initiates’ dorms. “This is where you’ll be staying for the next 10 weeks.”

“Boys or girls?” A different blue-wearing boy says.

“Both.” You respond sharply.

There are a few murmurs from the crowd. The girls complain about the lack of privacy and the boys are excited for the lack of privacy.

“If you like this, you’re going to love the bathrooms.” You say, leading them around the corner. As you walk into the bathroom, sounds of disgust ring out amongst the initiates. The bathrooms have no privacy whatsoever, with the toilets right next to each other in the open. A Candor girl says “Really? There’s no where else?”. You chuckle to yourself. “You’ll love this, Candor. Everything out in the open, just how you like it.” You say before walking towards the entrance, unzipping the bag of clothes set there. “Get changed. Dinner is starting any minute now.” And with that you leave them to change.

You find your normal table, usually sitting across from Lauren, the one true friend you maintained through initiation, but this time she wasn’t there. You shrugged it off and took a seat there anyway, but unfortunately that seemed to make some of the initiates think it was an open invitation to take a seat next to you. You try to tune out the group of initiates but they won’t stop talking.

“Did you hear Y/N actually transferred to this faction?”

“What?”

“Yeah, from Amity, of all factions…”

“I find that hard to believe.”

That’s when you step in. “True or not, that’s not your business.”

“So you’re not going to tell us?” The Erudite that had been on your nerves all day says.

“Again, none of your business.” You say, sipping from your cup.

“I’m just genuinely curious of the quality of education we’re going to be getting here, that’s all.” He says again, with a smirk on his face.

“I told you I ranked first in my initiation.”

“I don’t believe you.”

You glare at the boy. “You better watch your step, Smart Alec. Talking bad about your instructors doesn’t look good when it comes to getting higher in the rankings.”

And with that, you leave the table and walk to the terrace with the rest of the leaders.

[shesthejukeboxhero]

When will you write miles oneshots because I absolutely adored your hcs and i love checking to see if you’ve wrote any miles fanfics bc i love him sm 💗 please write some soon!!

I have one in the drafts rn, just need to get some inspiration to finish it, but my requests are also open if you have any fic requests!

[shesthejukeboxhero]

Petition for Rian Johnson to release a 10 minute short film where Ransom Drysdale and Miles Bron are cellmates, because Miles "I only spent 10 seconds planning each of my murders" Bron and Ransom "my murder plan was so smart and elaborate it could have been in one of my grandpa's novels" Drysdale would drive each other ABSOLUTELY MAD and I would enjoy the fuck out of every second

[shesthejukeboxhero]

More miles bron headcanons please!!💗🫶

Here’s a part 2 of headcanons!

-Miles definitely would serenade you. Sometimes, when you get back home from shopping or a trip, he’ll be inside, strumming the chords to your guys’ song (which would totally be Glass Onion by the Beatles.)

-Long walks on the beach, barefoot.

-All for skinny dipping, especially at night. Either in the pool or on the beach, he enjoys both.

-Once you tell him you think him wearing that necklace is attractive, rest assured knowing it’s never leaving his neck.

-LOVES PLAYING WITH YOUR HAIR! If he’s anxious, angry, or just in a clingy mood, you already know he’s going to be combing his fingers through your hair.

-Off the island, it’s date night every night. He will take you to every different kind of restaurant in town.

-With you, he learns to stop and smell the roses. He takes everything slower, making sure to enjoy every moment.

-Movie night at least once a week, but it happens more often than you think. Sometimes he’ll sacrifice his sanity and let you watch a cheesy rom-com, and you’ll reward him by letting him pick the next movie, usually some sort of action or horror movie, which he watches just to have you bury your face into his chest during the scary parts.

-First fight? You calmly leave the room, grab a bag and pack some clothes. By the time you were done packing, he’s already begging for you to stay and apologizing.

-He wants to involve you in his company. He’ll ask your thoughts on plans for what’s next, and how to improve what’s already been done. You’re kind of his reality check, saying “Well, realistically…”

-He makes sure to keep your relationship as far out of the public eye as he can, because he knows you get nervous when people start vicious rumors about you.

-If you have to go out in public together, disguises are in place. Usually large sunglasses, hats, and sweatshirts work well.

-If you’re ever in public and Miles notices you’re starting to get nervous, he moves his hand to your lower back to provide a sense of safety for you.