#Which Way You Goin' Billy?

[retropopcult]

1969

[tomblythismyhusband]

hiiiii this is a request for billy!!!

what about a smutty fic where reader is riding billy while wearing his hat!? 🤍🤍

the only reason why i didn’t make this anon is so i can get the notif if you reply 😭😭

ride [billy the kid x fem!reader]

[summary]: billy the kid x fem!reader | When at a party your father was throwing, you meet Billy, a cowboy that spikes your interest.

[warnings]: 18+ MDNI, teasing, pnv, fingering, language, other smut warnings yk, edited this at 2am

[wc]: 2.8k

[note]: thank you sm for the request!! y’all are creative

You hated it when your father threw parties at the ranch. They always got too crowded, too loud, and way too dangerous. You see, cowboys and alcohol weren't always the best mix. Groping hands and lustful stares always came along with it. Your father always wanted you to be present at his little gatherings, to socialize or whatnot.

You dreaded small talk with the other girls present and weren’t interested in any of the drunken cowboys that always made fools of themselves trying to woo you. You stood there, arms crossed, pressed against the wall. Observing. The air was thick with smoke, the smell filling your lungs causing your nose to scrunch slightly.

“How’s it goin’ lil lady?” A voice sounded from your right, causing you to wince. You could practically smell the whiskey of the man’s breath without even turning to face him. Deciding to be polite you directed your attention to the man. It was a blonde cowboy. He was about 5’8”, not insanely tall but not short either. He had an unsettling feeling about him that made you feel immediately uncomfortable.

You gave him a strained smile. “It’s going well.”

The cowboy gave you a drunken smile, leaning his shoulder against the wall limply. “I like yer dress, lace is my favorite. Why… ain't you just a doll.”

You kept your smile, your cheeks hurting with tension at the forced action. “Thank you.” You replied, giving a curt nod.

The man drew closer, making your chest pump with anxiety. You always hated when men thought they could invade your space just because you were a woman. You took a slight step back causing the man to let out a low chuckle.

“You nervous doll? I ain’t gonna hurt ya. You know if you’d follow me I know a nice place we can… well you know….” He slurred, drawing one of his hands up to touch one of the strands of hair cascading over your shoulders. You jolted back, immediately slamming into someone.

Firm hands placed themselves on your shoulders as you ran into whoever it was. You turned your head, looking up quickly. “I’m sor-“

Your eyes connected with the bluest eyes you'd ever seen. You hadn’t thought the phrase “taking your breath away” was true until this moment. You couldn’t breathe. The man before you was gorgeous. Soft brown curls peaked out from under his hat that he wore, framing the sharp angles of his face nicely. The light freckles on his face indicating he’d been in the sun.

“You ok?” He said in a low voice, snapping you out of your trance. You glanced at the blonde cowboy who was still staring at you as if you were a piece of meat. The brown haired cowboy cocked an eyebrow, noticing your discomfort and pleading eyes. He cleared his throat and stared at the blonde man.

“Were you botherin’ my lady?” He asked accusingly towards the man, stepping slightly in front of you. God he was tall.. he seemed to tower over you. The blonde cowboy’s face immediately paled.

“N-no I wa-“ He stuttered.

“No? Then get the fuck out of here.” The brown haired cowboy snapped.

The blonde cowboy gave an incoherent mumble before storming away. You released the breath you were holding in and looked up at the gorgeous man who had just helped you.

“Thank you. I hate talking to men like that.” You sighed. The man laughed. (which made you realize how perfect his lips were as well)

“Men like that?” He chuckled.

You nodded. “Always too drunk and grabby all the time. No respect for anyone’s space.” You made a face of disgust that made the man before you flash another lopsided grin.

“Well.. anytime.” He gave you a smile “What’s your name?” The man asked, leaning up against the wall and crossing his arms. He stepped back, respectfully giving you room to talk. The action alone made your heart thump as your eyes trailed up his body. Even through his shirt you could tell he had some muscle to him.

“Oh- Uhm.. Y/n. Y/n Charles.” You nodded.

The man’s eyes widened. “Oh so this is your ranch? Your father’s always throwin’ parties like this huh?”

You gave him a weak smile. “Yep.. fun right?” You said sarcastically.

He let out another chuckle before looking at you again.

“Billy.” He said lowly, slightly bowing his head.

You tilted your head. Where had you heard that name before? You tried to jog your memory but it was no use. Maybe you had heard your father talking about him, or maybe some girls down at the salon.

“Billy..” You repeated, smiling up at him. “I like it.”

Billy chuckled. “Glad you like it.”

It was weird talking with Billy. You felt a bubble of desire in your stomach that you had never felt when talking to any other man. Now all of a sudden you were imagining his hands on your body, his lips on yours. You thought of his hair, wondering how it would feel if you’d drag your fingers through it.

You stared up at him, and he stared back. It wasn’t awkward, no, it was almost as if you both had an understanding. An understanding of mutual attraction. Billy wet his lips.

He leaned a bit closer, his scent filling your nose. “I know we just met but… your intrestin’ to me.” He said in a low voice.

A small smile pulled at your mouth. “I could say the same…”

Billy leaned in even closer, breath brushing the outside of your ear gently as he spoke. “We could go to your room.. get to know each other better?” His voice was rough, full of unsaid desires that made your heart palpate.

“Are you implying something a lady should be ashamed to talk about?” You teased in a whisper. Billy let out a low chuckle.

“Is that where your mind is at?” He taunted, meeting your gaze. You reached up your fingers and dragged them against the brim of his hat.

“Would it be bad if it was?” You smiled, cocking your head slightly. Billy smirked. He liked how playful you were being.

Billy’s hand found yours and he squeezed it gently, pulling you closer to him. “No… It wouldn’t.” He murmured, making your breath quicken.

You made a little tsk sound and pulled away from him. “You think I’m that easy?” You chuckled. “Nice try cowboy.” You cooed, tapping the tip of his nose playfully. Billy’s eyes widened briefly before his mouth pulled into a smirk.

“Your decision darlin’… See ya, gorgeous.” He tipped his hat then turned to walk away. You watched as he sauntered back into the crowds of people. You bit your lip as your mind replayed the interaction you just had with him. He had called you gorgeous. You couldn’t deny the fact that you found him insanely attractive- perfect even. Why were you playing hard to get? You weren’t sure why.

You continued to roam about the party, talking mindlessly with the ladies there. You tried your hardest to stay engaged in the conversations but your thoughts were still on Billy. Would it be so bad to fool around with him? Even if it was just for tonight? You couldn’t ignore the pulsing feeling in your core when you thought about it. Fuck it.

You excused yourself from whatever and whoever you were talking about quickly and started to glance around for Billy. It was still insanely crowded in the house, causing you to have to constantly say “excuse me” just to get anywhere. You searched the living room for his blue eyes but he wasn’t there. You felt a pang of fear that he had just decided to leave.

Gracefully, you slipped out of the living room and started to make your way down one of the dark hallways of your home. It was empty. The loud clamoring of the party was still heard as you walked, heels clicking on the creaking floorboards.

The bathroom door was also in this hall. You heard it open and turned. There he was.

“Billy-“ You said breathlessly. Billy’s mouth quirked up into a smirk.

“Y/n. Nice to see you again.” He joked.

You walked closer to him, tilting your head up to make eye contact. “Do you want to….”

“Yes.” He replied roughly, cutting you off before you could even finish. He grabbed your hand and led you down the hall and up the stairs, causing you to let out a little chuckle.

Once reaching the top of the stairs, you led the way, guiding him to your bedroom door. You opened it quickly. Billy was the first to step inside, pulling you in after him and immediately shutting the door. He looked around for a moment, taking note of what kind of girl you were. Your bed was made, the room tidy, and flower patterns on almost anything.

“Like it?” You teased, meeting his piercing gaze. He chuckled.

“Darlin’ do you have the key for the lock?”

You nodded quickly, striding over to your beside table to dig for the key in one of the drawers. Once found, you hurriedly locked the door with a simple click.

Upon hearing the sound Billy instantly grabbed your hips and pushed you up against the door. You dropped the key onto the ground, not caring where it ended up. You just wanted Billy right now.

You felt Billy’s bulge pressed into you, making you gasp. By no means were you a virgin- but you weren’t used to this.

“Fuck doll…” Billy rasped. “I don’t know how respectable I can be to you right now..” His grip on your hips tightened. Billy was restraining himself. Even though all he wanted to do right now was to tear off every piece of lacy cloth you were wearing he was holding himself back. You snaked your hands up to place themselves on his shoulders.

“Don’t hold back- I’m all yours tonight.” Before you could even get the last word out, his lips were on yours. The reassurance was helpful, making Billy feel as if you really wanted this. Which you did. Desperately.

Billy’s lips worked against yours with a roughness you’d never known you’d liked. One of his hands wrapped around your neck, pulling you flush against his lips even more. He tasted sweet, the softness of his mouth making you almost melt into him.

He still had his hat on- which you didn’t mind, you liked it. You soon felt his fingers leave your hips and neck and trail down and move to your back, where the laces of your corset were. His hands moved quickly, untying it with ease. You lifted your arms up and broke the kiss as he pulled it off of you and threw it to the side.

His hands then pulled at your dress as you took his lips back onto yours, unbuttoning and buttons needed and letting it slip off your shoulders and onto the floor. He parted from your lips to look down at the lacy cami and cloth shorts you were left in.

“Darlin’ you're just too much.” He groaned, his hands cupping your ass.

You smirked up at him and moved your hand to slide down one of his suspenders. “Let me see you.”

He complied instantly and started to tear off his clothes. When he lifted his shirt you could help but gasp. He was toned, muscled, scarred, perfect. He threw his shirt to the side and you reached a hand to trace a faint scar on his abdomen.

“Knife fight.” He said softly as he unzipped his pants, loving how curious you were. Your hands felt soft on his body, so gentle.

Your eyes flicked up to his. “You're perfect.” Billy chuckled at this, pulling your body closer to his as his pants fell to the ground.

“You're one to talk. I’ve ain’t never seen anyone as gorgeous as ya..” He reached up to take off his hat, but before he could throw it aside you grabbed it.

“Darlin what-?”

“Shh….” You coaxed, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bed. You pushed him gently to sit, and he immediately complied, liking this side of you. You put on the hat with a giggle and shimmied out of your cotton shorts. Billy’s cock twitched in his underwear at the sight. It felt like you were torturing him, depriving him of the touch he starved for.

Next you slid off your cami, letting your breasts sit nicely on your figure, throwing that to the side as well. You stepped forward and bent down slightly to place a palm on Billy’s bulge. He immediately let out a pained moan. “Your tourturin’ me doll.”

You giggled as you ran your other hand down his shoulder. “I could go even slower.” You teased.

Then unexpectedly Billy grabbed your hips and pulled you onto him, causing your let out a yelp of surprise. Billy immediately places his lips on one of your nipples, kissing and swirling his tongue around the area.

“No fair.” You gasped. His hands ran all over your body, as well as his lips.

Billy let out a chuckle, the voice sending a vibrating feeling through your body. “Another second and I would’ve gone crazy darlin’.”

You melted under his touch, his calloused fingertips adding to the realness of his hands. You pulled your fingers through his hair as he kissed your collarbones.

“I need more.” You whined.

Billy smirked. “And to think you had brushed me off the first time I offered this to you down stairs…..”

“Please-“ You begged again. Billy cupped your ass in response to lift you off of his lap so he could yank down the only fabric of his boxers separating him from your cunt.

You looked down at his cock as you straddled him. It was big, you’d never seen one this big before. You bit your lip, Billy squeezed your hips and kissed your jaw.

“Ready darlin’…” He mumbled against your skin. You nodded and he lifted you up, positioning your body over his throbbing cock. You sunk down letting out a strained moan as he filled you up. You were now sitting entirely on him, stretching out the walls of your soaked cunt.

“Take me s’good.” Billy rasped as you started to grind your hips. One of your hands flew up to hold Billy’s hat that still was placed snug on your head. You were so wet he slid right in, no issue. You slowly began to move up and down with Billy assisting you by lifting your hips.

You tilted your head back, squeezing your eyes shut, still keeping the hat on your head. Breathy moans escaped your lips as you moved. Billy picked up the pace, slamming you harder down onto his cock rhythmically.

“Fuck-“ You whimpered as he let out a groan.

“Ride me so good..” He mumbled. His own head was limp as he moved you faster and faster on his cock. Right now you were perfect. So tight. Molded perfectly for him. Your free hand dug into his shoulder. The nail marks left on him would be deep by the end of this.

You rode him harder as tears prickled in your eyes. Every time he slammed into you your body vibrates with pleasure. The tip of his cock hitting your g-spot with precision.

Billy took one of his hands off your hips and moved it to start massaging circles on your clit, adding to the pleasure. You paused your moment for a moment, not expecting the added stimulation. You head slumped onto Billy’s shoulder, body shaking.

You felt Billy’s mouth brush against your ear. "C' mon darlin’.. I’m almost there… You're doing so well.” He praised.

You gave a weak nod and started to move again, a throaty moan escaping Billy’s lips. With his fingers on your clit and his cock slamming your walls you were in heaven.

“Almost there doll.” He groaned again, kissing your neck as you moved on him, your stamina decreasing by the second. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, a sign that you were getting closer.

“Billy-“ You breathed, arching your back, holding his hat still firm on your head.

“I know darlin’, I know..” He murmured as he closed his eyes and let his mouth fall open. You watched as he came, filling your already overstimulated cunt with his cum. Your orgasm hit you as well, sending your body into a fit of shakiness.

You became still, his cock still throbbing with pleasure as you clung to him, your bodies slick with sweat. Billy brushed some of your hair from your forehead and kissed it.

“I like how you kept my hat on.” Billy smirked, looking down at you. “Suits ya.”

You let out a breathless chuckle. “Thank you.”

You tilted your head up to kiss his soft lips. He seemed so tender now, so gentle.

Finally after a while of kissing you slid off of him, cum dripping down your thighs.

“When can I see you again Y/n?” He drawled, holding your waist so you were still close to him.

“Anytime you want to get your hat back.” You teased.

Billy’s eyebrows raised with amusement. “You keepin’ it?”

You kissed his nose. “It’s mine now.”

[rafescurtainbangz]

Fine - Billy Hargrove One Shot +18

Minor DNI

2k

Billy Hargrove x female reader

Based off of an ask by @billysbot :

SMUT, lots of pet names, language, oral (male receiving), unprotected p in v, practically plotless, ownership kink, cum play, manipulative Bills; canon-typical assholary

★Lightly edited★

Y/N’s POV:

“Co’mere,” you whisper through panting breaths, tugging Eddie towards Steve’s room. The speakers blare from downstairs; the upstairs of the Harrington’s packed like a brothel.

Eddie takes you into his arms, pinning you against the wall; deepening your kiss. You moan against his lips, rolling your hips to soothe the want between your thighs.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Eddie mutters between kisses; his soft, sweet lips moving effortlessly with yours. “Been waiting for this for a while. I-”

“The fuck is going on here?” You hear the deep bark of your ex. Ugh, Goddamnit. “Kissin’ my girlfriend, Munson?”

“Not your girlfriend, Hargrove,” you snap.

“Since when baby?” He steps a little closer. You feel Eddie’s grip loosen; setting you on the floor, fear setting in as Billy closes in on the two of you. You grit your teeth, feeling your anger swell.

“I’ll call you. Okay?” Eddie whispers, hastily; looking at Billy out of the corner of his eye. You can tell he's nervous; which is valid, honestly, because you belong to Billy whether you hate him or not.

“You won’t,” Billy laughs. “You're not gonna talk to her ever again. You understand?”

“Yeah - yeah. Understood,” Eddie mumbles as he meets your eyes again. “M’sorry, sweetheart.”

“Call her sweetheart again. Please,” Billy pleads; an unhinged look in his piercing blue eyes as he challenges Eddie to say one more fucking word.

Eddie turns on his heels, disappearing down the steps.

“Have a nice night, honey,” Billy smiles; flashing you a wink, following close behind Eddie.

You reach out, clawing the shoulder of his red button-down; yanking him back to you as he releases a manic laugh. SLAP. The sound of your hand cracking his cheek resounds through the hallway.

A wicked smile spreads on Billy’s lips; your act of violence carrying the opposite effect, Billy craving more per usual.

“I fucking hate you,” you hiss.

“Sure you do,” he hums; as he steps closer, backing you into the wall. It’s true… it’s not just lip service I fucking hate him. I hate the way I can’t get over him, the way he’s constantly on my mind even when he treats me like absolute dog shit; the way he says I’m the only one; but, can’t quite seem to keep that promise. I hate that I still love him. “Were you gonna fuck Munson?” He winces, looking back at you in disgust. “Are times really that tough?”

“Leave me alone, Billy.” You blow by him, shoulder-checking him on the way to the stairs. He reaches out for you, hauling you back in. “Where do you think you’re goin’?”

“To find Steve. He’s always a good time. And, he’s not scared of you. Bigger dick too.” Lie.

“Fuck you,” Billy growls; his ego bruised as you strike a nerve. A devilish smile tugs on your lips this time.

“We done here?” You chuckle; just pressing his buttons further.

“Not even close.”

Billy’s lips crash into yours, taking your breath away as his hips push into you, guiding you back to the wall. You can feel his bulge, rock-hard against you as he grinds, keeping cadence with your kiss. You give in momentarily; hands, skimming up his muscular body, resting on his firm chest before shoving him off.

“Get off of me!”

You stride away but he grabs you, tossing you effortlessly over his shoulder. “Remember that safe word? I haven’t heard it yet, princess. You must still want my cock. Am I right or am I right?” He sneers as he steps into Harrington’s room, slamming the door shut.

“Billy!” You scream; doing your best to fight your way out of his arms; but, he’s right. He's all you want.

“You think I’m happy about this?” He snips. “I was about to fuck, Rachael Dalton. Pretty little thing; sweet fuckin’ ass, perfect tits. And then you, you decided to sneak in here with Munson. And we can’t have that now. Can we?”

“Why? Why can’t you just leave me alone?” You groan.

“‘Cause you’re mine, baby.”

He can't be serious.

“I’m not, Billy. You don’t own me.”

The corners of his lips curl into a little smile. “Well, we both know that isn’t true. Is it, sweetheart?” Billy lunges forward, lips locking with yours. You kiss passionately, gasping for air, gripping his long locks; your body aching for contact.

Heat fans across your being; a steady pulsing between your thighs, an ache in your core that was missing with Eds. No one would ever compare to Billy. It's fucking infuriating.

His blood-red shirt is pulled taut across his broad shoulders; chest fully exposed. You pull at what little buttons remain; Billy quickly rips his shirt off the rest of the way.

You reach for him instantly; drawing your hands from his strong chest through the ripples of his abs, following the deep indentations of his v-lines to his leather belt. You suck off his bottom lip, biting down hard enough to pinch; making Billy moan before shoving you against the wall.

Billy’s rough hands follow the zipper between your breasts, drawing it down slowly; savoring each new inch of bare skin, until your little dress falls to the floor. "Such a whore f’me," Billy chuckles, looking at you lustfully as you stand in front of him in nothing but red lingerie.

“Not for you.”

“Bullshit… Who else would you wear this for? Tell me.” He’s right. Fucking asshole. Billy reaches behind your back; unclasping your bra with a single hand as the other grips the hair at the nape of your neck. He reaches down, tugging at your delicate lace panties; ripping them away.

"Fucking dick," you moan breathily as he takes your nipple in his mouth, swirling lightly; moving to the other as he palms your curves.

"These fuckin' tits," he mumbles, drunkenly against your chest as he continues to play. The other hand reaches down, skimming up your inner thigh. A thick finger glides through your folds, toying with your entrance; your obvious excitement making him release a needy moan. “You say you hate me; but, this pussy says otherwise.” Billy slaps your cunt, making you fuss.

“Stop, Billy.”

“Just say the word, doll, and I’ll stop,” he taunts as you finger the button of his Levi’s, splaying the zipper. “You don’t even know what you want,” he murmurs.

“Shut the fuck up,” you groan as you snare his denim, pulling it and his boxers to his feet as you lower yourself to your knees.

You move back slightly as Billy foots closer, bullying you back to the wall. His eyes beg for you, as you lift his hard length to your plush lips.

"My girl looks so good on her knees. Fuck," he pants; throwing his head back as you swirl your wet tongue around his reddened tip, swiping the lick of precum leaking from his swollen head.

You wrap your lips around him as Billy reaches down, taking your head in his hands; sinking onto his cock as you take him slowly to the back of your throat. Billy grips your hair, pulling slightly causing you to moan and hum, as you start to bob back and forth.

You can feel his thick dick throb on your tongue; every ridge and vein, gliding in and out of your mouth. "S-Shit, baby," he pants; eyebrows knitting tightly.

You add your hands, following your mouth as you work. A slight twist causes Billy to moan; his stance shifting. Taking your tongue you stroke the underside of his shaft, making his thick thighs quiver.

"What would you do without my dick?” He grunts as you deep-throat his cock; gagging slightly. You feel tears roll down your cheeks, dripping off your chin.

Billy slams his hands against the wall, thrusting into you suddenly; moving you even closer to the wall as he uses your mouth to stroke his cock; your head pressed to the partition.

"I'm gonna cum, princess," he moans. You cup his balls in your hand, rolling them gently; feeling as they tighten. "Ugh... Christ," Billy grunts; spilling his load deep into your throat. His eyes pinch shut, fluttering open slowly. "Holy fuck," he huffs.

You stand up, watching his beautiful, stupid fuckin’ face as he comes down from his high. He wastes no time taking you back into his arms, mouth meeting yours. "You hate me. Huh? You sure about that? You weren’t throatin’ my cock like you hated me," he mumbles between kisses.

“You treat me like shit. You’re a fuckin’ dick. You’re a liar. How could I not hate you, Billy?” You whisper against his lips. “You’re a disrespectful asshole and your only positive quality is your dick.”

He smiles against your lips; a deep laugh rumbling in his chest. “I’ve got a nice ass too.”

Billy pumps his dick a few times, kicking your foot to the side. You spread your legs as he guides himself to your warmth. You feel his fat cockhead swirl around your entrance; a tug as he starts to stretch you out before drawing out completely. "Fuck... You're soaked," he groans; thrusting himself in fully, taking your breath away. “Gettin’ all worked up over suckin’ my cock?”

"N-No," you stammer.

"Who’s the liar now?" He draws out, thrusting rougher; making you whimper as you feel him fill you to the brim. He wraps his arms around your ass picking you up; you fall deeper onto his shaft, crying in pleasure as he ruts roughly. Billy pumps into you quickly, fucking you out of your heels; landing on the floor below.

He draws you off the wall, walking you to the bed; kissing messily before laying you on your back. Billy mounts you again; gripping your thighs, pulling you to the edge.

He wraps your legs around his shoulders; taking his dick in his fist again. Billy runs his cock along the length of your soaked silk, gathering your arousal before pressing himself in nice and slow.

He rocks his length into you, playing with depths; watching your eyes roll back as he drags out. Your breasts bounce with each clap of your ass against his hips.

Taking your ankles in his hands he pulls them straight up in the air, using them as leverage to drive deeper. "Shit, Bills," you cry; feeling the pressure of his length and the tugging of the stretch.

"Bills?” He stammers as he watches you get closer and closer to the edge. “Using nicknames again I see. You giving in, baby? Or, are you just goin’ so dumb on my cock you can think straight?”

“Shut up.” SLAP. You smack him across the face again, making him growl in pleasure.

Billy reaches for your wrist, pinning it against Steve’s plush mattress; grabbing the other as well, lowering himself to your lips. “You gotta stop slappin’ me or I’m gonna fall in love with you all over again,” he groans.

Billy reaches his arms down, looping them around your body before tossing you higher on the mattress. He spreads your thighs widely, spitting on your clit before stuffing his cock back inside.

Billy’s body slaps against yours; his hand greeting your greedy cunt, rubbing small circles on your aching pearl. You close your walls tightly around him, causing Billy to throw his head back in pleasure.

"Whose pussy is this?” He moans, breathlessly.

Your eyes roll back in your head; lip bitten as you hold back the words he's longing to hear.

"Whose fuckin’ pussy is this?” He snarls as his large hand wraps around your throat, picking up the pace; an unrelenting tempo as you feel your pleasure near its peak.

“Fuck you,” you spit. His hold tightens, a smile spreading on his lips. You can feel your pulse under his hand as your eyes flutter shut. “Yours,” you whimper.

"Good fuckin’ girl… Want me to cum in this tight cunt? Make you cum?" He taunts.

"Yes. M’gonna - Fuck, Billy," you cry as your body flutters around his cock.

Billy moans your name as he floods you with his seed; panting through jagged breaths as he continues to work you through your climax.

Billy’s eyes shut heavily as he feels you relax around him. He wraps himself in you, nestling into the crook of your neck.

The two of you reach for a breath; hearts banging against each other. He draws back not soon after; his hooded eyes meet yours, that same smirk setting on his kiss-bitten lips.

"Still hate me?" He asks, breathlessly; scooping his sandy blonde bangs off his sweat-glistened forehead.

"Yes," you whisper; knowing full well that meant nothing now.

"M’sorry,” he rasps. You roll your eyes and look away; but, he grabs your face, guiding you right back in again. "Will you be my girlfriend?" Billy asks, his tone gentle and warm, contrasting everything leading up to the point.

"You can’t be serious?” You whisper. “Hell fucking no.” A little scowl tugs on his lips. “I wasn’t kidding, Billy. You’re not good for me. I can’t trust you.”

"That’s not true. M’good for you,” he pouts. "You love me. I know you do.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“C‘mon, princess,” he whispers against your neck as he draws his cock out nice and slow. His eyes fall between your thighs, watching your shared releases slip out of your entrance. He swirls his thick fingers, stuffing it back inside; toying with your cunt as his eyes plead with you to say ‘yes’.

“Fine.”

[princessbrunette]

I feel like if one of the twins is having a tantrum and jj is like so overwhelmed, would he call reader to calm them down or would he not? - 🤙🏼

before i dive into this i want to say i decided on the twins names. going off my own headcanon (i don’t wanna hear it) that jj stands for jesse james, im gonna say the twins have names taking inspiration from other figures too. jj’s little brother is called billy, named after another cowboy billy the kid (much like jesse james.) jj usually calls him bill for short, depending on his mood. jj’s little sister is called liv, or olivia — based on olivia newton john. her mother loved grease when it came out so it felt right. jj often nicknames her olive ‘cos it makes her laugh.

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but yes, sometimes it does just get too much for jj. as soon as you pick up the phone, you hear the wailing of two children in the distance— and before you even greet your boyfriend he’s rambling down the phone at you.

“hey, hi — you picked up, okay so— y’know i really hate to ask this of you i mean really, you’re not a babysitter by any means n’i don’t want you to think i just keep you around for — whatever, the issue is— i’m goin’ insane. both of these kids are screamin’ and i’ve tried everything man i just can’t do it—”

“jj, slow down. do you want me to come over?”

“please? i mean i’m not one to beg but i will literally get on my knees right now dude i can’t do it.”

“okay! i’m coming, just hold tight okay?”

they were both in hysterics when you arrived. there were toys all over the floor, a pair of pants, some food too. you step through the mess and find them, rolling about — screaming the house down whilst jj tries to intervene.

it turns out, billy was the first to get upset— and billy being upset and loud made liv get all overstimulated which caused a whole kerfuffle. you separated them, taking a child each and calmed them before putting them down to have an afternoon nap— knowing jj would need the peace and quiet for a little. once you’ve entered their shared bedroom and checked on them, you tip toe out to find jj sat on the couch amongst the mess with his head in his hands.

“theyre out cold, exhausted themselves i think.” you smile softly, easing yourself down next to jj. he jolts, like he didn’t know you were there and sits up suddenly, trying to be subtle about the way he wipes his eyes and sniffs, huffing out a bashful laugh.

“yeah.” he chuckles, cheeks splotchy and pink. you exhale out your nose, resting your cheek on his shoulder as you rub his back. “sorry it’s just, ah— one of those days or whatever. m’not cut out for this, man.”

“s’okay, jayj. it’s hard raising two kids that aren’t even yours. i think you’re doing good.” you muse and he shakes himself off, not wanting to get too vulnerable as he stands up— surveying the mess.

“yeah, it’s whatever. i should probably clean up around here, looks like a bomb went off at the lego store.” he sniffs, averting his eyes as he twists his body to look around. you stand, moving infront of him and placing both hands on his chest.

“or… i clean up, and you also take a nap.” you grin, tilting your head sweetly in a way you knew would help convince him.

“tempting, buuuuut i can’t let you do that, young lady. this is my very humble abode n’i gotta take care of it. so if i could just—” he goes to move you aside but you dodge him, standing your ground with a grin.

“well, you’re my boyfriend and i gotta take care of you. so now what?” you challenge and he huffs out a chuckle, shaking his head as he whips his hat off his head— slightly vulnerable still.

“i’ll have you know, i’m meant to be taking care of you, girlie.” he pokes your waist and you giggle, trying to force him back on the couch.

“you’re difficult.”

“rude, you’re sexy.”

you bust into quiet laughter, careful not to wake the kids as you finally manage to wrestle him back down on the couch, straddling his lap to make sure he stays down. “hm, i like where this is going.” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“its nap time. go to sleep.” you cover his eyes with your hands and he smirks, his lashes tickling your palms.

“effective method babe.”

˖⁺‧₊🐭𝜗𝜚

[naturesapphic]

Concert

Billie eilish x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff :)

“Now I want to dedicate this next song to my girlfriend y/n who’s been there for me through thick and thin, I wouldn’t be anything without her. Let’s bring her out!” She yelled into the mic and ushered you to come out on stage with her. You gave everyone a shy look as you run out on stage and run into your girlfriends arms.

She giggled and held you close to her as she keeps talking into the mic about you. By the time she was done, your face was as red as a ripe tomato. She went behind you and came back out with a stool and asked you to sit. You sat down on it as billie went behind you and started singing “Birds of a feather”.

“I want you to stay, I want you to stay 'Til I'm in the grave

'Til I rot away, dead and buried

'Til I'm in the casket you carry.” She sang as she went in front of me and looked deep into my eyes making me smile.

“If you go, I'm goin' too, uh

'Cause it was always you (Alright)

And if I'm turnin' blue, please don't save me

Nothin' left to lose without my baby

Birds of a feather, we should stick together, I know.

I said I'd never think I wasn't better alone.” She said which made my heart melt as she sang her feelings out towards me.

“Can't change the weather, might not be forever

But if it's forever, it's even better

And I don't know what I'm cryin' for

I don't think I could love you more

It might not be long, but baby, I

I'll love you 'til the day that I die

'Til the day that I die

'Til the light leaves my eyes

'Til the day that I die

I want you to see, hmm

How you look to me, hmm

You wouldn't believe if I told ya

You would keep the compliments I throw ya

But you're so full of shit, uh

Tell me it's a bit, oh

Say you don't see it, your mind's polluted

Say you wanna quit, don't be stupid

And I don't know what I'm cryin' for

I don't think I could love you more

Might not be long, but baby, I

Don't wanna say goodbye

Birds of a feather, we should stick together, I know ('Til the day that I die)

I said I'd never think I wasn't better alone ('Til the light leaves my eyes)

Can't change the weather, might not be forever ('Til the day that I die)

But if it's forever, it's even better

I knew you in another life

You had that same look in your eyes

I love you, don't act so surprised.” She finished and you were sobbing at this point and she had a few tears streaming down her face as well. “I love you so much Billie…” I whisper to her and she leaned down and scooped me into her arms as I was very small and she taller than me so it wasn’t hard for her to pick me up.

I was 4’8 and she was 5’3 so she was way taller than me which is pretty funny. She spun me around in her arms a few times before stopping and starting planting a million of kisses all over my face. Everyone starting cheering and screaming at Billie and i which made me happy that they support us and Billie.

She puts me down but still keeps me close to her as she closes her show. “Goodnight everybody! Drive home safe! I love y’all so so so so much!” She said as she waved and blew kisses at everyone. She grabbed your hand as the both of you ran off the stage and went in the back where everyone was. Everyone started cheering and congratulating Billie for her performance tonight and she thanked them.

She grabbed your hand and lead you out of the building and went outside to her bus. She put the passcode in and y’all went inside where she sat on the couch and pulling you on her lap. You giggled and wrapped your arms around her neck as you sat there facing her with a huge smile on your lips. “Thanks for coming out with me and for being my girl. I love you mamas.” Billie said lovingly as she looked deep into your eyes. “Of course! Thank you for bringing me out and for singing to me. That made me so emotional. I love you more Billie.” You responded and she hugged your tight, shoving your face in your chest as y’all sat there in each others embrace.

A/n: I hope this is what you wanted marvellover1908 :) and I hope you liked it and I hope y’all did too. Remember to stay hydrated and to rest. I love y’all! More fics of Natasha, lady d, Billie eilish, Tiffany valentine, and more coming out soon ;)

[whoreforhorror]

reaction of poly! ghostface (billy and stu) when some douchebag catcalled reader infront of them but reader told them that it's fine coz, she's used to it at this point.

(It sucks that women really just got used to being catcalled, so unfair)

I’ve definitely been there before. I’m afab so yeah, it’s tough out here. Fuck cat-callers.

Poly! Ghostface when their S/O gets cat-called:

Billy and Stu had gone ahead of you to wait in Stu’s car as you ran into the video store to return a movie. They were blasting music and chatting with each other, Stu turning to look back at the store and quickly turning down the music.

“What’s up ma-” Stu sushed Billy before he could finish speaking, and pointed to the entrance of the store which you had just walked out of, and also at the man leaning against the wall of the video store, calling out to you.

“Hey there baby, how’s it goin’?” You ignored the man as you walked back to the car, noticing Stu pointing in your direction and Billy looking your way as well. “Awww, don’t be like that sweetheart. A smile would look real good on you.” 

Billy made a move to get out of the car, eyes trained on you and only pausing when you shook your head at him. Closing the distance between you and the car, you gave him a kiss on the forehead and hopped over the side of the convertible into the back seat, giving Stu a kiss on the cheek as you settled in.

“Ready guys?” You smiled at your boys who, in turn, were staring at you with a blend of rage and confusion on your faces. “What?” You wanted them to say something. It was weird to sit in the car in silence, with Billy and Stu staring at you.

“What was that?” Stu was the first to speak up.

“What…? Oh, the guy outside the store? That’s nothing, it’s cool. Can we head out now?” Sure, you can admit that the guy made you violently uncomfortable but it was basically an everyday occurrence. You couldn’t send your boyfriends to fight every man that catcalled you because they’d never run out of people to go after. It was easier to just ignore it altogether.

“That’s nothing? Like hell that’s nothing! “ Billy’s silence had given way to outrage.

“It’s normal. It happens every day. Can we just go now?” Their insistence that this was a big deal was starting to piss you off. You wanted to leave and move on with your day.

“Yeah, sure. Fine. Let's go, Stu.” Billy turned the music back up, Stu jerking his head around to look at him like he had two heads. Billy shot him a look and repeated “Let’s go. Stu.” Stu’s face shifted into an expression you couldn’t decipher before he pulled out of the parking lot and drove off.

Billy and Stu dropped you off at your place later that night, saying they’d pick you up again in a bit but had something they needed to do first. 

The next morning, the news of a new Woodsburgh victim was spread across every newspaper and news station. You thought he looked familiar but the man was mutilated so far beyond recognition that you couldn’t really tell. At least Billy and Stu were extra sweet to you that morning, assuring you that they’d protect you from anyone who wanted to hurt you.

[sidneyprescottswhore]

scream 5 sid cheatin’ on mark is on the way along with jill x amber threesome. give me time got a lot goin on but it will be out soon

scream 1 sidney teaching you how to fuck while billy is on the way to her house to see his beautiful girlfriend.

i know you wanted sidney topping reader but i really wanted to write sidney teaching reader how to fuck her like oh my god.

warnings: scream 1 sidney, servicetop!reader, cheating, mutual masturbation ?kinda?, sid teaching reader how to fuck her, a little corruption kink?, caught but billy is fuckin oblivious

you laid on the bed with sidney. the two of you had been awfully quiet, it had always been awkward between the two of you but the both of you were still friends. so you wanted to do things friends do, and have sleepovers, hang out, talk about boyfriend drama.

if you could talk about boyfriend drama.

see now the thing between you both was that one of you were seen as straight, was the other? no fucking way. sidney knew you had a crush on her. sidney knew you wanted to be more than friends, but she tries to not let that get between your friendship. you had an unbreakable bond, the bond you thought her and billy had. and you never dreamed of her breaking up with him. but you also knew deep down that when she complained to you about him that you wanted their relationship to fall, for them to have a big blowout and breakup, for her to fall for you instead.

you knew that wouldn’t happen. they were 2 years going on to 3 soon. why the fuck would she break up with him? billy; pretty boy, sweet, probably has a big dick too.

nonono, why were you thinking shit like that? it wasn’t like you have ever seen one. i mean you have never accessed porn or even seen someone elses body before. you were completely innocent, which just made your mind run more.

you opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. silence overcame your body, you felt tired. you felt yourself start to drift off. you felt a hand on your waist.

“hey, you awake?”

your eyes burst open. the hand on your hip made you feel antsy, i mean you had a raging crush on her, why wouldn’t it?

“yeah. what’s up?”

you were worried, did you do something wrong? did she hate you? did she think you were getting too close to her and that you guys needed to seperate ways? shit. you were overthinking it. why the fuck were you so worried anyways? it wasn’t even about you.

“i don’t think i wanna be with billy anymore.”

silence took over the room, and your mouth opened to respond, but you couldn’t speak. this was your chance, you thought. but then the thought of the possibility that she wasn’t into girls in that way, or didn’t like you like that overcame you and you just wanted to get up and leave.

“wh-why?” you managed to choke out. your hands were shaking, you worried of it. you’ve liked her for as long as you can remember this was your time. “i just don’t think im into him anymore. haven’t been for awhile. y’know, i don’t think im even into boys anymore. i’ve found someone whos really made me think.” you felt yourself shake harder than ever. into girls huh? but you forgot that last part, “someone whos really made me think”

“oh yeah? who?” you stared her straight in the eyes as you said this, and she laughed in response. “okay, but promise you won’t laugh.” she held her pinky out and you hooked yours with her own.

“you.”

you felt tears burning in your eyes, after all this time she finally broke up with billy and she didn’t even want-

wait what?

she wanted you, she’s thought of about leaving her boyfriend of 2 years for you, she found out she’s into girls from you, you were surprised it wasn’t tatum.

her hand was still on your waist, slowly slipping down to your thighs.

“i know you like me too. you make it so obvious, it’s cute.” she whispered, hand sliding back up to slip under your shorts. you huffed and nodded your head in response. “i-i’ve never done this before.” she smiled at this. “oh, so i’ll be your first?” you knew this made her even more excited. to corrupt you. show you how to fuck. show you everything.

“y-yeah..” you whimpered out, her thumb rubbing your clit through you underwear. it felt weird. you’ve never touched yourself or been touched, you thought it was dirty, and people you hang out with would push that trope on you. “have you ever masturbated before?” she asked you, thumb still sliding over your clothed clit. “n-no.” you responded in a breathy whine. you wanted to touch her. you needed to. her eyes widened. she was in complete awe that she was the first to touch you ever, even before yourself. she was so fucking turned on at that.

she took your hand and placed it on her own thigh. her sleep dress covering her legs, but easy access for you to just slip your hand underneath and finger her. your mind was going places, you didn’t even know how to do that. she pushed your hand between her thighs, to be greeted with soaked panties.

“look at how wet y’got me.” she whispered in your ear, sending shocks to your pussy. her fingers were still stroking your clit, whines leaving your lips as she moved your hand to do the same. when she let go of your hand, you felt worried, worried you weren’t touching her how she wanted. but that worry washed away quickly when she let out a whiny moan. “you sure you haven’t done this before?” she grinned. her hand moved to take your shorts off, leaving you in your white panties. your hand continued to move at her clit as she removed your next piece of clothing, leaving your bottom half totally naked.

“you have such a pretty pussy.” she smiled at you, her middle and index fingers rubbing over your clit, her thumb rubbing through your small tangle of hair that sat above. her other hand slipped her own panties off, your thumb slipped over her now bare clit, and she immediately grabbed the sheets. she was more sensitive than you and she had experience, that’s what made you laugh.

you switched your thumb with your index and middle, frantically rubbing at her clit as she fastened her pace on your own. “yeah, just like that. you’re doing perfect for your first time.” she continued to push her fingers over your clit, making you come with a strangled whine. she grinned at you, immediately turning into a moan as she removed her fingers, making you fly forward to her clit.

she grabbed at your hair, other hand playing with your tits through your shirt. you were scared, never done this before.

“flaten your tongue, and swipe it over my clit. ill let you know if its not enjoyable.” you did just that, and at the way her grip on your hair tightened, you knew she was feeling ectasy.

“okay.. yeah- fuck, now close your lips around it, like your sucking a straw.” she instructed, you listened to her, doing what she asked of you immediately. she whined at this, playing with your clothed nipples. “now- fuck me- repeat, yeah you’re doin’ amazing for me.”

you repeated your actions, sliding your tongue over her clit, ending off with a soft suck every once in awhile. you felt so hot that your first time was with sidney, and that she was teaching you through every step. you knew she was close, grip on your tightening with every suck. “fuck- m’so close, yeah, you’re so good at this, betcha wanted this f’so long- huh?” she moaned into your ear, a knock on the window snapping you both out of the moment. you looked up with ratted hair, sidneys hands untangling themself out of it as she made full eye contact with her boyfriend.

oh shit, all this and you forgot she hadn’t broken up with him yet, and he was here to see her. he hadn’t seen you yet, so she covered you with the blanket next to her, pushing your head to keep going. she waved her hand at him to come in.

your lips were painted in her slick at this point, but you loved the taste of her. you continued the process, swipe, suck. your lips felt soft against her clit, continuing to lick at her. her hand pushed your head farther. the other hand covering her mouth as billy talked to her. she tried to respond but she couldn’t, you licking at her clit and speaking at the same time was too much for her to handle. she responded whinily, billy obviously becoming worried. but she blames it in being sleepy, and some how that fucking dumbass believed it. it wasn’t until when he excused himself that she finally came. her thighs snapped shut against your head, with a strangled whine that she had muffled with her pillow.

“fu-fuck.. you’re good.” she huffed, you grinned in response, head still shut between her thighs. “so, how was i?” you asked her, you were just curious.

“way better than billy, his dick couldn’t even make me orgasm, holy shit i had to fake it.” that made you smile, knowing you were better at your first time rather than them at probably their 3rd.

“i’ll break up with him tonight, i promise baby.”

[sundrop-writes]

Sundrop's Stranger Things Masterlist

Please note - I am just posting this masterlist to get it out of my drafts - I worked on it when I was working on the fic listed below, and then I completely randomly lost interest in it, and this has been sitting in my drafts for months ever since. And I love the formatting and style of this masterlist and I don't want to accidentally lose it by accidentally deleting the draft - and I am gonna need this masterlist at some point. So I'm posting it.

Coming "Soon":

Nasty - Sub!Eddie Munson x Dom!Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut. You hesitate to tell Eddie your true sexual desires, fearing that he'll be turned off. But when he finds out - he is more turned on than ever. (3,000 words.)

Note: The rest of these link off to AO3 (which is the bulk of them unfortunately) - but at some point, I hope to have them edited and posted to Tumblr.

Sugar, We're Goin' Down - Steve Harrington x Fem!Thick!Reader x Eddie Munson. Friends to Lovers. Smut. Eddie hasn't gotten laid in months, so when he walks in on you and Steve (and neither of you seem to notice), he has just enough sexual frustration built up that he can’t bring himself to look away. He discovers quite a few things about Steve, and you. And himself. (12,700 words.)

Eat Me Up Alive - Sub!Eddie Munson x Dom!Fem!Thick!Reader. Friends to Lovers. Smut. Eddie is a very annoying person. And when he goes too far, you push back. Turns out - he likes it. Loves it, actually. (11,200 words.)

I'm Still Standing - Nancy Wheeler x Fem Disabled/Chronically Ill Reader. Friends to Lovers. Angst, Smut, (very slight Fluff). Hurt and Comfort. You start having horrible waking nightmares, but you don't want to worry your best friend Nancy by telling her. She's already occupied trying to chase down a trans-dimensional killer wizard, and you are convinced that the two aren't possibly related. (37,800 words.)

Bless This Mess - ADHD!Eddie Munson x Fem!Thick!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut and Fluff. Eddie accidentally forgets the two of you have a date planned. Rather than getting mad at him, you let him make it up to you. (5,700 words.)

Always Yours - Steve Harrington x Fem!Pregnant!Reader. Exes to Lovers. Fluff and Smut. Steve tells you about his 'six lil nuggets' dream, and you let him know that he's actually a lot closer to it than he thought. (2,500 words.)

Obey Your Master - Eddie Munson x Fem!Autistic!Thick!Reader. Friends to Lovers. Smut (and some Fluff). You are taking care of Eddie while his wounds from the Upside Down are healing. And when you offer to help 'take care' of him in other ways, he's convinced that he survived to live just for this exact moment. (11,200 words.)

Fix You - Eddie Munson x Fem!Mute!Powered!Reader. Friends to Lovers. Fix-It Fic. Hurt and Comfort. Most of your life, all you knew was darkness. Eddie was the one light in all of it. And you refused to lose him. (5,300 words.)

Drowning In You - Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader. Enemies to Lovers. Smut (slight Emotional Angst). Working with Billy at Hawkins Pool forced you to be around him. But forgetting part of your mandatory uniform at home and being harassed by random men because of it forced you to truly confront your feelings for him. (22,100 words.)

You Shook Me All Night Long - Steve Harrington x Fem!Thick!Reader. Strangers to Lovers. Smut and Fluff. Steve never really saw you. Until one day, when you stood out as the hottest babe he had ever seen. And on that day, he just happened to be wearing the dorkiest outfit ever and stuttering over himself to impress you. Somehow, it worked. (45,000 words.)

Daisy Fields (Companion to You Shook Me All Night Long) - Steve Harrington x Fem!Thick!Reader. Established Relationship, Family Fluff. Some Smut, Fluff. You and Steve happily pursue your life together, more than thankful for the silly little ice cream shop that brought the two of you together. (20,600 words.)

(This last one, I don't really like. I wrote it a long time ago, and it doesn't really go with my current style. But perhaps somebody seeing this masterlist can get some reading enjoyment out of it. It's just very unlikely to be re-posted on Tumblr.)

Monstrous - Steve Harrington x Fem!Powered!Reader. Established Relationship. Angst and Fluff. Steve finds out your big secret, and you are surprised when he doesn't hate you for it. (5,200 words.)

[mxqdii]

Hii! I love your style of writing and i was wondering if you could write for Matthew Sturniolo with a fem reader who plays Volleyball!

-🪼

eyes on me - m.s

pairings: matt sturniolo x reader

summary: before a big game, reader needs encouragement

warning(s): anxiety, fluff

a/n: okay so i'm very sorry for not posting in a while but i'm back!! life has been SO crazy i flew to a different state to see billie eilish and i actually ended up hugging her (lmk if u want pics/vids)

anyways i'm back and i love u all very much, tysm for the support.

by the way i know nothing about volleyball so im sorry if i get anything wrong!!

not proofread

my leg is bouncing up and down, the anxiety radiating off me like a bright beam.

it's my boyfriend, matt, that snaps me out of my head

"what's goin on up there pretty girl?" he asks and i sigh, letting a nervous laugh leave my mouth

he puts his hand on my knee and i feel myself immediately more calmed at his touch.

"it's just- we've worked up to this game, for like- so long. and if we don't win it'll just be really upsetting. which i know sounds stupid but- i don't know"

i ramble, stopping myself and covering my face with my hands

"hey, hey. no need to get worked up okay?" he says, using his thumb to rub my knee in small comforting circles

i remove my hands, gaze still turned downwards.

"eyes on me love" he whispers and my cheeks flush

i direct my gaze to him, his soft eyes and comforting smile.

and suddenly the stress was gone.

i hear my team name, strikers, be called, and i let out a sigh i didn't know i had in, this is it.

"go win this thing, okay?" he says and i smile, nodding.

the game starts off not too well, we're at 2 scores and the other team is at 3.

first to get to 15 wins

more time passes, and we're now 14 to 14

this last point is crucial, this is it.

i look over to matt, seeing his encouraging smile and his 2 goofy brother cheering me on

i'm not sure when they got here, but i'm glad they are.

i direct my attention back to the game, hearing the whistle.

i hold the ball in my (shakey) hands, preparing to serve

serving the ball, i watch as it goes behind everybody, no one hitting it in time

the whole place is silent

was it out of bounds?

"STRIKERS WIN!!!" the ref yells and our whole team jumps up and down cheering in victory

suddenly my head is being turned

without any hesitation, matt puts his hands on both side of my head, kissing me

he pulls away with a beaming smile on his face

"i knew you could do it!" he pulls me into a hug and i kinda just stand there for a sec

everything just happened so fast

"i- i won! we won!" i say, accepting the hug and wrapping my arms around him

"yeah you did baby"

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@stargirlv0id @strniolo @annaisabookworm

[sharonisthebettercarter]

hugh campbell is literally the tallest member of the boys in the show and it's one a my favorite details<3

they rarely show it off and tend to use camera angles and posture (hughie boi i see you constantly slouching--LOOK AT HIM~<3<3<3 just casually *unintentionally* making butcher appear is *actual size*--) to play up or downplay/switch up height differences, but i kinda love that hughie went from being the second shortest member (comics) of the boys to the literal tallest<3 (butcher was generally in the middle with homie just casually being a head taller than him--, frenchie and mm being the taller guys on the team, love sausage of course being the biggest guy when there~<3<3<3 he still is btw--)

love love LOVE him so fucking much<3<3<3 literally the *only* REAL bear in this damn series (HE STRAIGHT UP BEAR HUGS BILLY IN THE COMIC AHHHHHHHHHHH~<3<3<3!!! we better see moar of him i swears--). mm is a close one, but he's more of a good big papa wolf~<3 butcher's a scraggly dumpster kitten or fuckin' heifer--

i *also* love love LOVE the single inch height increment hughie and billy got goin' on with homie, it's just the cutest most fun thing~<3 it goes--

5'11" (homie<3)

6'0" (billy bean<3<3)

6'1" (not so wee hughie<3<3<3)

6'2" (LOVE SAUSAGE~<3<3<3<3!!)

i see you sandwiched right inbetween those bois there, 'ey billy~<3? ;)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

throw in mm between billy and homie, it's hard to find a solid height on that bitch<3 (and they *def* keep trying to downplay his height and bulk cause holy FUCK, THAT MAN--) but i'm gonna say he's probably around 5'11.5", closer to 6'0" maybe??

lol for the roughest layout i guess, they tend to bill urban a bit taller than he is (you can tell cause they'll bill quaid at the same numbers but he's definitely taller than urban, also i SWEAR everytime this man is in a photo that's not a solo glamor shot he's tryin' out some jank ass angles always always always leaning *in* to the camera to make himself look *bigger* leik honey you are so fuckin' cute-- and they *def* keep trying to make billy look *way* bigger than he actually is, BILLYYYYYYYYYYY--) but boi, i see you too<3<3<3

i guess maybe a little closer, it might go something like...

5'11" (homie)

5'11.75" (mm)

6'0.5" (billy bean)

6'1.5" (hughie)

in which there's .75 increments, and then a full 1 inch leap from billy to hughie. either way, they're def very close and not a single one is 'small' per se (except compared to love sausage--tho i do bet starr is one of those fuckers to downplay his height so other men get insecure LMAO--), but i just love the sequencing<3<3<3

what i *also* love~?

(bad posture homie lol) homie's reaction to hughie posturing at his full height was fucking amazing. IT WAS OH MY GAWD--i can't. he had his little surprised moment and then made a *pleased* "ooh~<3" and then smirked like THIS--

leik hughie... MAH BOI--i know he *tried* so fucking hard but leik. homelander is just so unthreatened by him that he's fucking *amused* and engaged with hughie *trying* to be brave. *he relaxed further*-- he just... he just doesn't give a shit. and it's horrible. but also *beautiful* because at this point, you can tell he's just so bored out of his mind that he even *welcomes* the challenge in some ways. he is LOVING that people feel so attacked by him without him doing much--LEIK.

there are a couple other unhinged and unsettling *positive* reactions he has to people similarly enough, (his descent into madness in real time--not gonna get into it now lest this post become *all* about homie--) but man oh man~<3

little bit less posture difference here, will say it's silly fandom obsesses over/exaggerates single inch height differences (particularly between homie and billy while ignoring/reversing hughie and billy, leik C'MON--let hughie be his height~<3! also we should be obsessing over the perfect~<3 *sequencing*, DUH--) but it's honestly pretty amazing how much of a nonfactor the height is in general.

for homie, it's pretty obvious he doesn't give a shit as he's particularly relaxed and unbothered by people being taller than him (especially hughie--literally amused by people posturing LEIK--by the gods his reaction to hughie challenging him--I CAN'T IT WAS FUCKING--GOOSEBUMPS~<3<3<3), but it just goes to show. motherfucker is just playing with his food--

BONUS~<3

lmao blurry ass pic of baby urban getting *dwarfed* by dwayne "i'm 5'11" and wear lifts" 'the rock' johnson. (also that mofo got so much bigger leik gotdamn i am actually curious how much more he'd *DWARF* urban cause ya look at him now and just. he ate a truck--ya look at the rock next to a guy leik SHAQ and HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT the differences are staggering leik one inch is nothin' baby--) SWEET BABY JEEZUZ--

bonus bonus~<3

another detail i *love*?

the shorter two (and frenchie~<3<3<3!) have the bigger/longer noses and... *likely* the biggest cocks--

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[livfastdieyoung69]

ID LIKE TO REQUEST SOMETHING LIV‼️‼️‼️ if i can 😭

maybe jeff with an oblivious reader or the other way around? whatever u think…. And then maybe Matt and Lita are like “THIS IS GETTING ON MY NERVES” or some shit?????!!!!

ur da best!

AN UNSUSPECTING LOVER

The adrenaline after a match always made your head pound and your body jittery. Especially for the likes of Y/N, who pushed through the curtain with a limp and a gleaming smile from the praise of backstage staff. They were quick to ask for the nearest source of water which, for some reason, was only in catering. Out of breath and truly now deperate for water- because why would they only have it in catering and have catering like, five miles away from the gorilla?? Either way, Y/N, walked into catering with an agitated sigh and finally reached their prized water.

Half way through their water bottle, Y/N heard familiar laughter from behind them. Turning around and taking the plastic bottle from their lips, they were quick to find Team Xtreme who had very clearly been watching them.

“Oh, hey guys!” Now, out of breath from chugging the much aforementioned water, they greeted the three with a grin while moving over to the table they were seated at. Lita returned their cheerful hello from her place in between the boys and Matt gave Y/N a smile across the table.

“Hi, n/n.” Jeff looked up at them leaning into the vacant chair next to him, love sick expression too obvious to everyone but them.

“Hi, Jeff.” They repeated, voice as sweet as can be and grin growing cheekier. “Oh, did you see my match?” They leaned in closer to him, giving his arm a -unfortunately, for Jeff- friendly swat. “I tried to do a Swanton variation thing, was it any good?”

“It was great, I loved it! Everything you do’s perfect, wouldn't have expected any less.” Matt scoffed at the infatuated boy and Lita swatted at him- a lot less nice than y/n had done to Jeff.

“Oh, you’re too sweet!” They moved even closer, hand gently landing on his shoulder at his compliment. “Well, I’m gonna get going, I gotta shower. But I’ll see you guys!” As they walked away, Lita quickly turned to Jeff with wide eyes, expecting something from him. But he only sat and watched their leaving form.

“Jeff! You were supposed to ask them out!” She stressed, exasperated.

“Oops.” He mumbled from behind his hand of the arm he had propped up against the back of his chair, eyes never leaving y/n.

“God, I am so sick of this! Matt, give him some advice, how’d you ask me out?”

“Uh, I just kinda kissed you.”

“And then?” Lita egged him on.

“And then you told me we were going on a date..” At Matt’s quiet confession, Lita pushes up from her chair, hands slamming against the table.

“You guys are so useless, I have to do everything around here! Why can’t you just come out and say that you like them instead of looking at them like a little love sick puppy all the time!”

“Lita, I really have been trying everything. I even did the whole hand size comparison thing you told me to do! Y/n’s just..not into me.” Jeff sunk into his chair as he spoke before hearing a scoff at the table next to them to find Billy Gunn, who had turned away from his conversation with a couple other people waiting for the night to end.

“Yeah, right. Do you not see the way that kid looks at you? Plus, one time Hunter asked them out and they said no- ‘cause they were goin’ out with you that night- but they would love to hang out some other time. Y/n’s just a little oblivious sometimes, you gotta put it right in their face.” Billy turned back to his prior conversation, leaving Jeff to swallow all of that. Lita, still very frustrated let out an angry groan.

“Well, if you know all that and still won’t do anything, then I’ll do this myself too!”

“Yeah, Jeff, shes gonna do it herself.” Matt smuggly told his brother, kicking his feet into Lita’s abandoned chair. Jeff glared over at him, before quickly leaving his seat and following after Lita.

Jeff had easily found Lita- banging on your locker room door. Jeff tried to pull her away before you heard, but the door opened just as he reached her.

“What? What’s the matter?” Y/n stressed, wrapped in a towel and dripping wet. Jeff drew in a breath and quickly flushed, turning away from the door but Lita quickly turned him back and grabbed him by the bicep.

“He’s got something to tell you.” Lita spoke as she looked over at him, raising her eyebrows with expectancy and shoved him into the room, almost into y/n, before quickly making her exit.

“So, whattaya gotta tell me?” Y/n asked, a little uncomfortable from the semi-wet clothes stuck to their body after rushing to get dressed.

Jeff shifted nervously, eyes moving around the room to meet anything but y/n, taking a quick breath before finally spitting it out.

“I really like you, n/n. Um, a lot.”

“Oh. Well, I like you too!” Y/n answered, their smile shining bright. Jeff smiled softly at them, all nerves leaving him.

“You do?”

“‘Course I like you, you’re my best friend!” Jeff couldn’t help but let out a short laugh at their explanation, his head falling and hand coming to rub at his temples. “What’s wrong? Did I say something bad?”

“No, sweetheart. I meant-“ He couldn’t help but burst into sweet laughter again, looking up at them. “I meant in a romantic way. I want to go out with you, and kiss you, and spend long, peaceful nights with you.”

“Oh.” Y/n’s voice was soft, face burning from a bit of embarrassment but also from Jeff’s endearing words. “I didn’t- I didn’t think you were into me like that.”

“Is it okay that I am?” His voice turned soft too. He stepped forward, softly grasping their forearm. Y/n’s hand moved to touch his arm too, the room filled with a tension much better than the anxiety it held earlier.

“It’s perfect. Is it okay I’m into you like that?” Soft voices turning to whispers, adoration burning further in their close proximity. His thumb smoothed over their skin, grasping a bit firmer, but still very softly. His other hand moved up, taking place on their cheek.

“That's all I could ever ask for.”

y/n is very much sunshine in this, dont know y ig i just felt like it but either way yippee!! this was fun to write and a lil corny but i love making mr jeffro a lover boy also dont know where the water bottle obsession came from I just ran with it after I wrote it (a bit of an unconscious solitude reference perhaps?) also Lita is a girlboss

the first bit of this was very fun to write while staring at that pic teehee he is so silly and u are so amazing rita <33 thank you for requesting 😽😽

and my tumblr is fr actually fully functioning rn so it let me do the little keep reading thing!! it never appears up on my computer for whatever reason but this did take me like an hour to reread bc im watching one of my fav streamers and kept getting distracted so I really didn’t reread it very well tbh

[writer-in-theory]

okay i see we've been talking a lot about hopper and billy's mom today and how about

hopper wasn't sure how he felt about letting his adopted son's boyfriend be at the cabin when he wasn't there to supervise the door rule, especially since el had now started asking why mike can't come over all the time the way steve does. still, he told himself it was fine because they'd gotten away with it for so many weeks by claiming they were just friends, that the two brats would probably just find a more sneaky way to see each other that could get them into trouble.

he was glad he'd made that decision on this particular day, though, because hopper was swamped with work and would've stayed late at the station if it weren't for the phone call sent directly to his office. not many had that number, the ones that did were either his children or the people who had gotten wrapped up in the upside down business. neither was a good sign.

"this is hopper," he said gruffly into the phone, eyes still focused on the papers all over his desk.

all focus was abandoned at steve's slightly breathless voice. he could tell the boy was trying to put off an air of calmness, but there was a barely-there shake to his voice that had hopper immediately standing, hands trying to find where he'd tossed his keys. "hop, it's an emergency. billy, he...he needs you, he's asking for you."

the whole drive home, hopper considered those words. it hadn't been easy, taking billy in after joyce caught neil hargrove smacking him in the melvald's parking lot, but he tried. they both were rough around the edges from years of trauma, both had a lot to unlearn still in ways they interacted with others, both constantly said the wrong thing because they were scared. but there had been so much progress, and though billy would never be totally soft around the edges the glass-sharp points had dulled. hopper had beamed when he overheard billy casually telling steve that his dad was coming to the grad party steve was throwing himself at the harrington house. so while hopper gripped the wheel with a white-knuckles, fearing how badly billy could be hurting if it caused an emergency call from steve harrington, he couldn't help but feel a little warm in the chest that billy had asked for him, that he trusted him enough to let him in.

the cabin hadn't really been quite in awhile. it was full of life in a way hopper never would have even thought to wish for a couple of years ago. usually when he came home from work, billy and steve would be lounged out on the couch, either watching tv or helping el and sometimes max through their homework. it wasn't uncommon for joyce and the byers boys to be over too, in which case billy and will would be cooking in the kitchen and smacking anyone with a wooden spoon if they dared get near the food because good lord could no one else in that cabin handle it.

so when hopper walked into the cabin to hear deathly silence, every hair on his body stood on end. el was sitting at the dinner table, a plate of eggos in front of her that she was picking at. hopper had never seen her do anything less than devour those silly waffles. "what happened?" hopper asked her, not seeing any signs of the upside down being back or neil having escaped prison.

"the phone made billy sad," el explained simply before turning back to her eggos, seemingly having the courage to eat them now that hopper was home.

that...didn't make sense, but he supposed there was only one way to really get the full story. he made his way to the little room in the back of the cabin that had been cleared away for billy a year before. hopper might've smiled triumphantly on any other day upon seeing the bedroom door still open a few inches even when he hadn't been home, but the hushed voice of steve interspersed with the occasional sniffle made hopper abandon that thought quickly.

"hey, kid, i'm home. you wanna tell me what's goin' on?" hopper asked in the most gentle voice he could muster up. he knew to be careful with billy when it came to volume, to what words in what orders were too reminiscent of neil.

the sight made hopper's heart break. billy was sat on the ground, knees brought up and upper body thrown across them, head hanging down. his shoulders were shaking, convulsing in a way that proved billy was crying or panicking. steve was sat beside him, more distance between their bodies than their usual constant—and fuck was it constant—cuddling, but his hand was splayed out across billy's back, rubbing up and down in a slow pattern.

"i'm not crying," billy immediately defended himself, head still facing to the ground.

"i know you aren't, hotrod," hopper returned, knowing billy knew he saw through the lie. he'd give him this, though, knew it was important for the kid to have some sense of control over situations.

billy looked up then, eyes focused only on the boy just beside him. hopper tried not to take it personally that he sought comfort from his boyfriend over him, told himself that was normal for people the kid's age. it was the same with el, calling max over for a girls night before she was ever ready to talk some things out with hop.

the boys had grown undeniably close. it was a miracle in and of itself, hopper thought, considering the first time he'd ever seen them together was after a fight in the hawkins high parking lot. now they seemed to have their own language, simply giving each other a look and billy nudging steve with his elbow lightly before steve was turning to hopper.

"billy called his mom today."

and that. well. what the fuck was he meant to do with that? there was so much to unpack in a singular sentence that hopper had to sit, leaning against the desk tucked into the corner of billy's room. he wiped a hand over his face, considering how any of this made sense.

billy didn't talk a lot about california, or his mom. hopper knew that she had left when he was young, and that fact alone was enough for hop to hate her because how could a parent ever leave their kid in a situation like that? how dare she claim to love him then leave him and give billy the false hope that she'd come back someday?

"you what?" hopper finally asked, head already hurting from thinking it through.

"fuckin' wheeler said she could find her. got an address and a phone number n' everything," billy forced out, finally turning to look at hopper. that wild fire in his eyes had returned, the kind that reminded hopper of himself at that age. it was that exact kind of fire, the deeply rooted, burning rage that sent him enlisting in the first place. "she has a family, a son eight years younger than me. she's happy, said she didn't want any 'reminders of her old life'. i dunno what i expected."

"you expected her to be a fucking mother," hopper couldn't help the anger that slipped out, hoping billy understood that it was never directed at him. he seemed to, because the kid just scoffed and looked away. "it's her loss, you hear me, kid? any person would be lucky to have a kid like you—hey, no shaking your head. they would be, i am. i am so proud every day that i get to see what a great man you're becoming, don't doubt that for a second."

it was quiet in the cabin. the mini-speech floated up and up until the words had completely dissipated, leaving only two crying boys and a heaving hopper, a little girl trying to eavesdrop in the other room. then billy stood, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from the little end table by his bed and taking off out the front door of the cabin.

"he'll be back," steve offered, shrugging a little and likely feeling as helpless as hopper did in that moment. "he's just..."

"...letting off some steam. i know." hopper sighed, clapping his hands together and fully standing up. "c'mon, let's see what kinda dinner we can scrounge up."

it was only when the smell of burnt pizza filled the cabin when billy came back inside. his cheeks and nose were tinged pink from the cold, having forgone a jacket when he'd made his quick escape. he didn't make eye contact with any of them. "hey, what are you doing? that's my job."

"you needed a break from work tonight," hopper sighed, the way billy had gasped out something about respect and responsibility the first time he'd forgotten a chore still scarred in his mind.

"no, what i need to do is cook for my family," billy huffed out, hands flying about until steve got the hint and stepped away from the oven. billy focused on the stove, staring at his hands as he pulled together a few simple ingredients into something undoubtedly delicious. "you and el. steve. mrs. byers, johnathan, 'n' little byers. that's my family. you're who matters."

and god did hopper want to hug his son.

[neteyamb]

ashes to ashes: chapter one

pairing: loak x f!omatikaya reader

summary: as a healer, y/n had taken an oath to treat every patient with their best interests in mind. this hadn’t been a problem, until loak’s petty injuries become a routine. she has to swallow her pride and feign concern, feign kindness, and face the ugly hate that has been brewing between them for years. 

tags: enemies to lovers, best friend kiri because i love her, eventual angst

word count: 1.1k

notes: i’m desperate for more loak x reader slowburns on this app. this is my first fic! (i gotta use this english degree for something lmfao) i cant do summaries but i want him so bad you guys

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billie bossa nova: love when it makes you lose your bearings / it might be more of an obsession / you better lock your phone / and look at me when you're alone / won't take a lot to get you goin' / i'm sorry if it's torture though / that heavy breathin' on the floor / i’m yours, i'm yours 

nova – a star that suddenly increases its light output tremendously and then fades away to its former obsurity

you had known loak since you were four years old. he would scoff at your small achievements and be quick to retort with one of his own. if you climbed a particularly intimidating tree, he’d climb higher. if you had perfect aim with your bow, he’d rush to shoot at your target first. he antagonized you at every corner, and you quickly grew to hate him in return. his taunting voice was acid in your ears as it ghosted down your spine. when the two of you were twelve, you had gotten into your first physical fight. he yanked at your tail, and you did the same to his queue. by the time jake had found you, you were both covered in dirt and had tumbleweeds for hair, leaves sticking out haphazardly. you had gotten chewed out good for that, all the while sharing scowls with eachother across the room. now, you weren’t an ungracious woman; it didn’t matter who started it, but you’ll be damned if he gets the last blow.

at nineteen, loak’s shoulders had filled out and his scrawny frame became a sinewy, looming presence. you two would orbit around eachother, clashing periodically–inevitably. it wasn’t pretty, it was rather captivating like a car crash; addicting to watch the insults bounce off eachother like sparks. it was jarring to others at first; the way your usually reserved and civil manner morphed rapidly into something unruly, uncontainable. you were sure he got satisfaction from this, sometimes catching the twitch of a mocking, almost-smile at the corner of his lips at the thought of you losing face infront of a crowd. you had attempted to reel yourself in on countless occasions, but his teasing, expectant gaze was all the more infuriating. one day, you swore to yourself, you’d wipe the gratification off his face and hold it hostage as your own. 

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you rose from your hammock in the early hours of the morning. healing the injured and unwell, waiting on their every ailment with eager and tender hands, didn’t necessarily strike you as a career path you wanted to go down, but the cards were dealt that way; the RDA was steadily seeping into the edges of omatikayan territory, and there was a pressing need for helping hands on the sidelines. as an apprentice healer, you mainly spent your time preparing various ointments for the warriors on the frontlines. this meant you first had to gather the ingredients, most of which grew deeper in the forest than most bothered to venture to. kiri was an exception, spending her early teenage years finding solace in branches far from hometree. it naturally became a routine for you to head out with her in search of plants with healing properties. she would watch you intently over your shoulder, smiling quietly to herself as you handled the flora with delicate, yet expert hands. as the dawn bled into the clouds above, you headed over to her hut, now knowing the path like the back of your hand. 

“y/n!” her face split into a grin when she saw you standing in the entrance. you felt your lips lilt to match the expression of your best friend. you notioned wordlessly to the gathering basket in your arms, taking care not to startle tuk from her sleep. as you walked the forest floor together, you easily slipped into animated conversation about your elders. “i actually think maiya’s got it out for me, she rarely lets me work with the wounded. i’ve gotta be on my best behaviour so she doesn’t rip me a new one.” kiri snorted, bumping your shoulder lightly. “keep your chin up, maybe she’s waiting for your prince charming to waltz in with a missing arm.” once you reached your destination, you crouched to your knees, resting on the balls of your feet to harvest the plants.

satisfied with your diverse collection of leaves and flowers, you return to hometree just before noon, making a beeline towards the healing hut. maiya greets you with her lips pressed into a thin line, humming while you begin to sort your pile on the counter. as you grind the juice from a large alocasia leaf with a wooden mortar and pestle, loak enters the hut with his ears low and hands at his side, clasping them repeatedly like he didn’t know what to do with them. you offer him a brief frown and peer over at your elder, who decidedly doesn’t pause her task for his unceremonious entrance. you place the pestle down and bite your tongue, begrudgingly motioning for him to sit on the mat. his shoulder carries a small gash, and you notice there is a bruise forming on his ribcage. “fell down a hill. fix it up.” he bristles, feeling your heavy gaze roam his body. you wanted to laugh in his face, jeer at his crude appearance, but without this position you’d be lost and unknown to the clan. loak, on the other hand, had his duties made clear from birth–handed to him. you envied the clarity of his future. 

loak watches as you gingerly apply the medicine, stomach knotting at the feeling of your slender hands on his shoulder. your eyes burn his skin, and he restlessly fidgets in his seat. “stop moving, jackass,” you snap quietly. he hates it, hates you. he hates that you hate him. when you first met, his eyes chased after your soft hair and his ears flicked at your melodic voice. all those years ago, he tried to impress you with his skills, and you took it as a competition. it was frustrating, but his pride wouldn’t allow him to admit to the initial intention behind his actions. had you not seen him as a worthy partner? was it not painfully obvious, you’d wait for him to say it? well, bullet dodged. he didn’t consider you someone to impress anymore. instead, he relished in the igniting glare you’d give him as he casually whispered provocations in your ear. loak wanted you to feel bothered, threatened by his effortless skill.

you feel his eyes crawling on your skin as you uncomfortably shift closer to apply the cream to his ribs. your fingers dance across his torso, and he grits his teeth in irritation. once you’ve finished, you’re quick to put space between yourself and him. his mouth twists as he looks up at you, about to say something, before he seems to change his mind. he abruptly stands with hands in fists, pivoting hard on his heel out of the hut without a word.

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notes: first chapter done, hope yall like it!

[tittie-lattes]

I’m Just Dying to Be Him (18+)

Pairing: bottom/sub!Steve x top/dom!Billy x switch/sub!Eddie

Summary: While Steve and Billy are in the midst of a rendez-vous in the woods, none other than Eddie Munson catches them, and maybe he watches longer than he should. 

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood and a fight. 18+ smut: anal sex, sir kink?, masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, threesome (technically) and cum eating. (Eddie’s a perv in this but for now, Billy and Steve will allow it.)

Word Count: 2001

A/N: For my C1 square “Accidental Voyeurism” for @billyhargrovebingo and A3 Square “secret desire” for @harringroveson-bingo . Title taken from the second verse of “Sugar We’re Goin’ Down” by Fall Out Boy. Tbh, the minute a title of a fic I write isn’t inspired by a song will be the day we’re in the apocalypse. As always, kisses to @writer-in-theory for hyping me up and being the best beta reader. <3

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IF YOU CLICK "KEEP READING" YOU ARE ACKNOWLEDGING THAT YOU ARE 18 YEARS OLD OR ABOVE AND ARE AWARE OF THE CONTENT WARNINGS LISTED ABOVE.

Billy Hargrove and Steve Harrington were the rivalry of the century. Steve was the reigning king of Hawkins, the keg king, the most sought after guy in town… until Hargrove moved into town. After that, Billy managed to snatch every golden crown from Steve’s head and make him look like just another ordinary guy. It started with an argument in the locker room after everyone had left the showers.

“Every time you speak, my brain gets angry,” Steve shouts, smacking the handle of the shower into the off position. Billy was still washing the suds from his blonde locks and simply looked at Steve, amused, which seemed to piss Harrington off more. 

“What?” he grumbles, taking a towel to dry the water droplets from his chest.

Billy shuts the water off and steps into Steve’s space, gently pushing his shoulder, walking them backwards until Steve’s back is pressed against the chilly tiles. He drew his lower lip between his teeth, murmuring, “Maybe so, but it would seem your body is very attracted to me.”

Steve glares at Billy, ignoring the way the blood rushed straight to his cock with Billy’s mouth just mere inches away from  his own. His eyes flicker over Billy’s face and he groans, “fuck it,” just before practically crashing their lips together. It’s all teeth and tongue, but it’s steamy and probably the hottest thing he’s ever felt. Billy’s grasping at his waist, his ass, his thighs, and Steve can not stop from moaning, despite the potential of someone walking in. 

Billy breaks the kiss far too soon for Steve’s liking and he smirks, brushing his thumb along Steve’s lower lip, “Meet me in the woods by the Quarry tonight, we can pick up where we left off.”

And that was how Steve found himself being bent over the front of the Camaro that night.

Just nearby, Eddie Munson was closing out a drug sale to some guy on the swim team. Normally he would have done this near the picnic bench behind the school, but the guy seemed too nervous and felt like doing it at night in the middle of the woods. It felt more suspicious, but his wallet was forty dollars fuller. Though, just as he was about to open the door to his van, a drawn out groan caught his attention, and against his better judgment, Eddie decided to go investigate. 

Eddie furrowed his brows, slowly navigating the brush as he got closer to the noise. The first thing he could see was a familiar burgundy BMW and blue Camaro. What the hell were Harrington and Hargrove doing out here, let alone out here together? They were rivals, the talk of the school, of the town. He could hear a loud grunt, making his heart rate pick up. Were they fighting? Poor Harrington. He lost in a fight to Jonathan Byers, how was he going to fare against Billy Hargrove?

“Fuck!” Eddie just barely picked up on Harrington’s voice above the blood rushing in his ears. He inched closer to the cars, not wanting to make a sound yet. If this was a fight, he wanted the advantage. He caught a glimpse of Hargrove’s golden locks illuminated in the moonlight.

“Shut up, Harrington,” Hargrove grunted, followed by the sound of a slap. 

Oh, boy.

Eddie moved even closer, so he could see just what was going on between the two cars. He expected to see Harrington beaten bloody on the ground, not bent over the hood of Hargrove’s precious Camaro, Hargrove’s fist in his chestnut locks, tugging his head back as he thrust his cock into his ass. 

“Billy, please,” Steve gasped, clenching his fists, as there was nothing for him to grab on to. Billy’s cock stretched him out perfectly, hit all the right spots, and all Steve wanted to do was watch Billy’s face, see the way he scrunched his eyebrows and set his jaw. 

Billy could not conceal the smirk, he knew the effect he had on the fallen king. He slapped Steve’s asscheek again and jerked his head back a little more, “please, what?”

Eddie knew he should walk away, but god damn, there was something about the scene before him. Without even realizing it, he was palming himself over his jeans, stifling a gasp. At this moment, he did not know if he was more jealous of Harrington or Hargrove.

The sound heard next was something akin to a cry, enough to make any guy cream his pants, “please, sir,” Steve licked at his drying lips and reached back to grasp Billy’s hand, “Wa- Wanna see you,” Steve whined, making the tent in Eddie’s pants harden even more.

Billy smirked, pulling out of Steve long enough for the man to lay on his back against the Camaro. He grabbed ahold of Steve’s legs, lifting them up to rest on either of his shoulders before pressing a kiss to his right calf.

“What do you think they’d say if they found out you were such a cock slut for me, huh?” Billy’s tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he grabbed ahold of his cock with his other hand and slowly slid back into Steve’s ass before grabbing hold of his muscular thighs.

Steve gasped, head falling back against the cool hood of Billy’s car as Billy bottomed out into him. 

“Ah, shit,” he grasped at Billy’s hand, fingertips turning white from the grip, “do not care.”

Eddie carefully unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his jeans before pulling his cock out. He wrapped a fist around it, stroking it slowly as he imagined he was fucking Harrington’s little asshole. Fuck, this was filthy. Eddie put his free hand over his mouth, stifling any noises threatening to spill from his lips. He knew this was wrong. He knew he should just get the hell out of there and rub one out in his van or wait until he got back to the trailer, but this was doing far more for him than his imagination could ever.

There were so many times after Steve and Billy had it out for each other during basketball days in gym class, Eddie would go home and jerk off to the thought. He would close his eyes and picture being above Steve like that, the pretty boy sweaty and frustrated, and whining. Meanwhile, beside them was Billy pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to Eddie’s shoulder while he went down on Steve. 

But now? He could be ashamed later. This is the next best thing and he can commit this scene to memory forever. He pumped his cock in time with Billy’s thrusts and it felt so good, too good, in fact. Just as Eddie was about to cum, his stomach sank for a completely different reason. Billy Hargrove’s baby blues were staring into his own. Eddie’s fist stilled, orgasm running for the hills. Fuck.

He quickly shoves his cock back into his underwear and prepares to run, but before he does, Billy winks at him. He fucking winks. 

Billy only smirks, bending down to capture Steve’s lips in a kiss. It was not sweet and tender, but sloppy and desperate, showing Eddie what he could not have. He stops thrusting into Steve, causing him to let out a lewd whine. He then whispers something to Steve that Eddie can not hear. Steve startles a bit, looking around until his eyes land on Eddie hiding behind the brush of the woods. 

Double fuck.

Steve turns back to Billy, nodding slowly. For what, Eddie has no idea. 

“Hey Munson, c’mere,” Billy calls out, tone commanding. 

Great. Either Eddie faces the consequences of his own actions right this moment, by getting scolded for watching, beat up, or both, or he just waits until tomorrow at school. Well. Best get it over with, then. 

“God dammit,” Eddie mutters, walking out from behind the brush to the clearing where Hargrove and Harrington were parked, “Look, I’m-”

Billy interrupts him with a tsk, merely beckoning him over with a motion of his hand, “I said come here. Do not make me ask again.”

Eddie picks up the pace and walks over to Billy, pretending the blush on his cheeks does not exist. He’s mortified he got caught, but something about it being by Billy Hargrove made it worse. He was dead meat. “You wanna watch so badly, all ya had to do was ask,” Billy snaps his hips forward, making Steve gasp, “Wanna watch me fuck Stevie here?”

Eddie swallows the lump in his throat and simply nods, not trusting his voice. Billy seems satisfied enough with his answer and begins thrusting into Steve again, working himself back up to his previous rhythm. He grunts, ready to cum with the way Steve keeps clenching around him. 

Steve peers into Billy's eyes, moaning with each thrust, each one getting more broken. Eddie bites his lip and tilts his head a little to watch the way Billy’s cock keeps disappearing into Steve’s ass. It’s a wonder how Steve takes the whole thing. 

“You wanna touch him, Munson?” Billy hums, feeling himself get closer to his own climax, as he watches Steve’s face scrunch tighter with each passing moment, “That okay with you, baby?”

Steve nods his head, reaching out to dig his fingertips into Billy’s hands as they held onto his thighs, “Jerk me off, Munson.”

Eddie did not have to be told twice. He stepped closer, taking Steve’s cock in his hand. It was pretty, just like him- shaven, smooth, and pink. Eddie jerked Steve off slowly at first, not wanting to overstimulate him so quickly. What an experience it was, though, watching King Steve be fucked like this, watching him slowly fall apart by the hands of Billy Hargrove and Eddie “the freak” Munson.

“Fuck! Don’t- don’t stop,” Steve moans loudly, head falling back against the hood of the car, knowing damn well he was spurring Billy on. Eddie’s own cock was straining against his pants more than it already was. Watching this up close? This was going to ruin his porn mags forever. Seeing the way Steve’s cheeks were pink, feeling his warm, leaking cock in his hand, and seeing each and every little mole that kissed his skin. Then Billy… his tone, tanned chest he always galivanted around gym class, his thick cock fucking Steve Harrington senseless. 

Eddie whimpered quietly as Steve came undone beneath them. He shuttered, spilling cum all over Eddie’s hand, clenching around Billy’s cock. Billy was close behind, grunting for a few more thrusts before stilling as he moaned lowly. He pulled out of Steve, cum seeping out of Steve’s ass. Eddie lets go of Steve, ready to wipe Steve’s cum on the hem of his shirt, but Billy catches his wrist. 

“You’re gonna be filthy, you’re gonna act the part,” Billy smirks, “lick up every. last. drop.”

Eddie’s eyes widen, but he complies, licking up Steve’s warm release, his dark eyes boring into Billy’s. 

“Good. Now fuck off, if I catch you pulling a stunt like this again, I’ll pound you until you’re seeing stars. Got it?”

Eddie nods stiffly and scurries off, disappearing into the brush to head back to his van. He was most certainly going to jerk off the moment he got to his van. Billy glares at his disappearing form and finally pulls out of Steve, cock slowly softening. Steve whines at the loss of contact and reaches out for Billy, pulling him in for a needy kiss. 

“Christ on a cross, it’s not everyday you learn somethin’ new ‘bout yourself,” he mumbles, climbing up onto the car so he could lay between Steve’s thighs while they made out. Steve made a non-committal noise, but he was not registering words, still in the post-orgasm haze.  Tonight was certainly a new discovery. Billy was more less trying to psych Munson out, he hadn’t expected the sex to be that much hotter. They may just have to invite Munson to join more often.

NSFW: Masterlist

SFW: Masterlist

Harringroveson Bingo Masterlist

Billy Hargrove Bingo Masterlist

[3thansl4ndry]

Could I request oneshot where reader is stuck on the ladder instead of Anika and reader is mindy and Chad's cousin and reader is 13-15 years old and came to visit them during the ghostface stuff

motion sickness

pairing - platonic!Mindy Meeks-Martin x Meeks!Reader, platonic Chad Meeks-Martin x Meeks!Reader

summary - Chad and Mindy's younger cousin has an unforgettable halloween weekend in new york.

cw - violence, some angst, my shitty writing??

word count - 1k

a/n - okay, let me explain, scream two? didn't happen. the reader is Randy's daughter born years after the events of the second movie. Also again, I don't know if i love or hate this - let me know your thoughts!

Prior to tonight, you had been excited to spend the Halloween weekend in New York with your older cousins Chad and Mindy. You had spent the previous months begging your dad to be able to spend it with them since they had moved to the city, and Randy, being a pushover for his little girl, let you. Now, however, you wanted to be at home, watching some horror movie with your dad, laughing as he yelled at the oblivious characters in the film - it felt like now, you were living in your own, personal horror movie.

You knew about what had happened in Westerboro all those years before, the initial murders, Stu Macher and Billy Loomis' killing spree rocked the entire town, inspiring an entire film series, which your dad hated, he claimed that there were too many of them and he lost their effect - Randy also hated that he was a character in them, he never let you watch them, especially the one that depicted the attempt on his life. You never asked your dad about what had happened, you knew that he was perfectly happy with his new life, despite being a divorced single father, he wouldn't have had it any other way.

Which is why he made Chad and Mindy swear to take the best possible care of you - their oath now broken as you stood in your cousin's friends apartment, their friend, Quinn's dead body thrown into you. Before anyone could react, the masked figure who had thrown the girls body into you moved towards you, deflecting Mindy off with a slash to her arm, her friend Anika going to her side as she fell to the floor. Chad, convinced that Mindy would be able to protect you, grabbed his girlfriend, Tara's hand and ran out of the apartment. You held your hands out in front of you in a feeble attempt to defend yourself from the masked killer, but your attempts did nothing to stop them, and you screamed as they plunged their knife into your stomach, twisting the knife and dragging it up your torso. Sam, acting quickly, smashed a vase over the figures head, causing them to grunt and fall to the floor, and with it taking the knife out from your stomach. Mindy gently grabbed you, helping you into Quinn's room, where the 3 girls barricaded both the bathroom and the entrance to the room.

"Mindy, I don't feel good," You called out to your older cousin, who's heart dropped as she took in the extent of your injuries. "It hurts." You sobbed. Mindy sat on the bed beside you, trying to distract you as the ghostface banged on the door to try and get in - This wasn't fair, you were just a kid, and here you were, fighting for your life.

"I know, you're gonna be okay, I promise," She assured you, her tone soft yet firm.  "We'll get out of here and we can call your dad to come and pick you up, yeah?" You tearfully nodded, you just wanted your dad now. You and Mindy looked up as Sam stood at the window, yelling across the building with her boyfriend Danny, who put a ladder across the two buildings. "Y/N needs to go first." Mindy demanded, both Sam and Anika nodding in agreement.

"No, I-I'll just slow everyone down, you go first," You argued, your eyes filling with more tears as you saw the look on Mindy's face. "Please, I'll be fine." You tried to reason with her, but you knew that no one had much time to debate, the set of drawers pushed against the door was giving way, and the killer was going to get through. Mindy hugged you tightly before making her way across, Sam and Anika already having made their way across to Sam's boyfriend's building.

"When we're all over, you get your ass over those ladders as fast as you can, okay? No fucking around," She told you. You nodded in response and watched as she made her way across the ladder and to the other building, where Sam and Anika awaited her. Ignoring the searing pain coming from your stomach, you got out of Quinn's room and onto the ladder. The pain, however started to become too much for you, you also, made the critical mistake of looking down, your heart dropping at the height you found yourself out.

"I can't do it," You sobbed, shaking your head. Looking behind you, Mindy noticed that ghostface had gotten through their makeshift barricade, and now stood at the windowsill.

"No, Y/N come on! You can, come on!" She yelled, trying to encourage you to move the last couple crawl steps to the end. You were so close. "Please, Y/N!" Apparently, Mindy's all but gentle encouragement pushed you on, and you started to make the last, but albeit painful movements towards the end. The figure behind you, though, had other ideas, stabbing their knife, which still had your blood on it into the windowsill, placing both of their hands onto the edge of the ladder. Noticing that everyone had gone silent, you started to panic.

"What? Wh-what's wrong?"

"Y/N move! Come on!" Everyone started yelling at you, just as the figure started to shake the ladder, trying to throw you off of it. No. You weren't going to die. You wanted to see your dad again. Focusing on your movement, and your movement only, you got to the end of the ladder.

Just as you were thrown from the ladder.

Luckily for you, Sam's boyfriend, Danny, acted fast, and grabbed your hand. You screamed, your shoulder dislocating when he grabbed you. The girl's helped to pull you up into his apartment, and you fell into Mindy, who held you as you cried, she didn't care that you were bleeding onto her clothes, you were safe, but she knew your dad would be mad at her. But then again, she had helped to save your life.

If this gave her anything other than more trauma and nightmares, it was bragging rights over Chad when it came to who your favourite cousin was.

[dantakeyoman]

𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐘 | 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞

♡ 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ * 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒚, 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝒛𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒆-𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏. 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔. *

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐳𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦 (𝐳𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬), 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐨𝐟 𝐳𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬), 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

♡ * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚: 𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍 *

𝐓𝐖𝐎

"What are you prospecting?" Columbus grimaced as Tal opened his trunk to reveal the multitude of weapons he had in stock, "Jesus Christ."

"I think you've just renewed my respect for you, Tex," you commended, resting an elbow on his shoulder as he beamed proudly at his metal treasures.

"You are dangerous people," Columbus shook his head, "You're gonna risk our lives for a Twinkie?"

"And a Coke," you added, grabbing the barbed wire baseball bat.

After a long car ride, the three of you came across a local stop and shop joint.

And where there was shop, there was snack.

A Hostess snack specifically, according to Tallahassee's logic.

"There is a box of Twinkies in that grocery store," Tal started, picking up some garden shears, "Not just any box of Twinkies. The last box of Twinkies anyone will enjoy in the whole universe."

He tucked the shears in his pants, making you shiver.

'One wrong move and he's toast.'

"Believe it or not, Twinkies have an expiration date. And someday, very soon, life's little Twinkie gauge is gonna go empty."

"Let's hurry up, then. Keep wastin' time an' all the sodas are gonna be flat," you smiled, standing ready at the front door.

"Time to nut up or shut up," Tally smirked, slinging his banjo over his shoulder as he walked in.

You rolled your eyes, trailing after him with Columbus, "Fuckin' hill-billy."

"I heard that," he sighed, glancing back at you as he stood at the entrance to an aisle.

"Good," you smirked.

He rolled his eyes, grabbing the banjo off his back and starting to play.

And despite your constant criticism, you could feel the man's unorthodox, country charm growing on you by the day.

His blood lust and unsurprising, surprising fighting skills were things to be admired, sure.

But when it was just you and him, driving on the open road, sharing funny anecdotes about your time in Armageddon, it felt like he turned into a completely different person.

In a good way.

In a really good way.

It made part of your heart thaw, one that you hadn't let out the freezer since day one of the end of the world.

You were so lost in thought, you hadn't even realized that Tally was beating the shit out a zombie with his banjo.

You shook your head, trying to get yourself back to normal.

'Cool it. You cannot let yourself get fuckin' distracted. You didn't even notice what was goin' on outside.'

"Jersey! Don't swing! Don't swing!" Columbus exclaimed, running from another fat zombie and towards you.

Catching the memo, you nodded, winding up your bat as he slid past you.

"Swing!"

"Batta batta..." you swung with full force, knocking the head of the zombie clean off its shoulders with a smirk, "swing batta!"

The body fell to the ground, still twitching, so you plunged the knob into its chest, just to be sure.

"Good shit," Tally nodded, doing his best to not show how fucking impressed, and slightly turned on, he was.

He couldn't lie, that was fucking hot.

"Thanks," Columbus turned to you, looking down at it with disgust.

"You owe me," you smirked, dusting off your hands as you started off down the aisle, "Now, where's the fridge in this bitch."

A loud growl came from the end of aisle, and out stepped an incredibly fat zombie, which was at least a foot taller and wider than you.

"Whoa, Big Hoss," Tally whistled.

"You got this one, boss man?" You cocked a brow, getting ready to hand over your shotgun.

"You bet," he smirked pulling out the garden shears, "Watch and learn, sweetheart."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as he went running at the zombie, snapping the shears.

"C'mere, big fella. Just gonna take a little off the top."

Columbus watched in awe, you in boredom, as the man decapitated the zombie with ease.

'Been there, seen that.'

"Wow, these fellas really let themselves go," Tally quipped, looking at the string of dead bodies the three of you left.

"And they're so fat," Columbus sighed sorrily.

"Hey, Tex," you waved off, walking over to stand directly in front of Tallahassee, "You call me sweetheart again and I'll kick your teeth in."

He smirked, "Whatever you say, Princess."

That familiar vein popped out your temple, and Columbus decided now would be a good time to jump in before you had an aneurysm.

But you also felt a fluttering in your stomach, one of butterflies and all things warm and fuzzy.

It was horrible.

"I think we should probably keep going," he nervously chimed, stepping in between you two.

Just then, some random woman came walking over from the back room.

"Who the hell are you?" You cocked a brow.

"Come quick," she asked, voice sad and cracked.

The three of you turned to each other, before nodding in agreement and deciding to follow, you hanging back to secure an exit.

You quickly wedged a box between the emergency exit door and the wall, then beelined to the back, where Tally and Columbus had solemn faces.

Looking past them, you could see a little girl, who looked no older than twelve, sitting on the table, hugging the woman from before with a sad expression

The three of you convened, and Tally tipped his hat.

"They're sisters. The little one's been bitten," he started in a low voice.

The flashbacks started rolling in, making you rest a hand on your chest like a granny with a weak heart.

"Shit," you cursed under your breath.

"Act normal. Try not to freak her out," he clarified, already seeing your reaction.

"Yeah," Columbus nodded.

An image of your brother's bloody, gnashing face flashed in your mind, making it hard to catch your breath.

It was odd, as if there was no air left in the air.

It hurt your chest, and made you feel like you were reliving the moment right then and there.

What was it those shrinks used to call it? A panic attack?

"Hey, you alright?" Tally asked, confused at your state.

You looked...scared.

He had never seen that look on your face before.

Hell, you'd just taken out a zombie twice your height and weight single-handedly.

He didn't even know why he cared so much at the moment.

"I'm fine," you stated curtly, stepping forward to get back to the task at hand.

'Distract yourself.'

He caved, reluctantly, and got back to business.

"Jersey, Columbus," Tal introduced, turning to the girls, "Wichita, Little Rock."

Columbus awkwardly waved, and all you could muster was a two-finger salute.

"So, you did all of this over a Twinkie and some Coke?" Little Rock asked.

"Oh, no, no, no, they did. I'm just kind of like a Sancho Panza character," Columbus denied.

Wichita rolled her eyes, grabbing Tally and huddling the four of you, you doing your best to try and catch some air before getting pulled in.

'Why is it so goddamn hard for me to get my shit together right now?!'

"Look, I don't think she has long," Columbus started.

"Yeah, I know. I know, and she knows. We're just looking for a way out," she sighed, staring straight at his gun.

"No, no, no, no. She's just a little girl," he denied.

"Don't talk about me like I'm not here," Little Rock snapped.

"Right, sorry," Columbus apologized, "Look, I know that you're really sick. But your sister wants me to-." "It's not her decision, okay? It's mine. I made her promise," Little Rock corrected, tearfully.

"We already said goodbye, but we didn't have a gun."

"We don't know that there's no cure-." "You're just gutless!" She snapped, turning to Tally, "Give him the gun."

Columbus sighed, somberly handing it over, and you stood off to the side, nervously biting down on your fingertips.

Why the fuck was this situation bothering you so much?

This stupid zombie virus made no damn sense.

(b/n) was fine when he went to lunch, so why did he come back with his skin hanging off the bone?

And why did he try to kill you? His baby sister? His little grease-monkey? His best friend?

'It makes no damn sense!'

"Wait, wait, wait," Wichita stopped Tally before he could shoot, "I'll do it."

The two nodded to each other, and he handed over the gun, Columbus already checking himself out and standing off in the corner, covering his ears.

She gave Little Rock a final kiss on the forehead before checking to see if the gun was loaded.

Taking aim, Little Rock hung her head, and Wichita hesitated.

Just as Tally was about to offer some help, she turned the gun on him.

"We'll take your weapons, car keys, your ammunition," she stated.

"And if you got it, sugarless gum," Little Rock added, jumping off the table good as new, taking the keys out Tally's pocket.

Your eye twitched.

The whole time. The whole goddamn time.

They were conning you.

They created this whole show to scam people out their shit, to pull at peoples emotions in order to get some fucking haul.

You quickly drew your glock, placing it at Little Rock's temple.

Wichita's eyes went wide, and she quickly turned her gun on you.

"One more fucking move and your sisters brains go all over the floor," you stated with absolute seriousness, your eyes cold, dead, and tear filled.

The girl's grip tightened, but she complied, staying completely still.

"You think this is a fuckin' joke? You think you can use people's fuckin' humanity to score a fuckin' car? Give Tally the gun back. Now," you ordered, a couple stray tears falling down your cheeks.

It was the first time you cried in the apocalypse

You didn't even cry during (b/n)'s death.

But the long delayed feelings were hitting you like a truck now.

Wichita quickly handed the gun over to Tallahassee, who was nearly as dumbfounded as her.

He had never seen you act so passionate about anything like this before.

You pulled the gun away from Little Rock, and pushed her towards her sister, training it on the both of them now.

"I'm giving you a minute to run. I don't wanna see either of you ever again."

The two nodded, and you put the safety on your gun, tucking it away.

And they quickly ran out the back way and towards the outside, leaving the three of you to stand in this thick atmosphere.

...

"What the fuck just happened?" Columbus asked, completely shocked.

"I just saved our asses is what," you stated, walking towards the exit, "Now let's blow this joint. I don't even want the Coke anymore and there's no Twinkies here."

"You're forgettin' one, tiny detail, Princess," Tally stated, crossing his arms.

"What?" You raised an eyebrow, seething and fluttering at the use of the nickname.

"The con-artists still have the car keys."

Your eyes shot wide.

"SHIT!" You exclaimed, booking towards the door and kicking it open, only to see that they were driving off with the car, the bags containing non-weapon items left on the ground.

"I fuckin' hate them," you steamed, slinging one of the stray duffels on your shoulder as the boys came out behind you.

"Nice goin', genius," Tally sighed, giving you a reassuring pat on the back.

"You're the one who gave her the gun," Columbus defended.

"Can't believe this," you huffed, "My dad's grenades are still in there."

"You had grenades in there?!" Columbus panicked.

"You didn't?"

𝒛 𝒐 𝒎 𝒃 𝒊 𝒆 𝒍 𝒂 𝒏 𝒅

"So, he's on one of these serious, Tour de France bikes. Y'know, the ones with, like, the toeholds, right? And he's pedaling, and zombie's head is, like, caught in the gear. With the hair in the chain just, like, going around," Columbus explained, stepping over a patch of shattered glass.

"Very cool," you nodded approvingly.

"But zombie kill of the week? No, sir," Tally waved off, "I saw this construction worker, I shit you not, he's on a steamroller, and a zombie goes down in front of him."

You scrunched your nose in funny disgust, knowing exactly where this was going

"You ever roll a tube of toothpaste up from the bottom?"

"Yeah, I always roll it up from the bottom," Columbus nodded.

"Well, the zombie's head is the cap," Tally smirked.

"Gnarly," you chuckled.

The three of you managed to make it on foot to this abandoned town, sharing delightful anecdotes of hilarious zombie kills.

You had already told your story of seeing a neighborhood guy throwing bricks from on top of a building and taking out an entire gaggle of zombies.

And a couple civilians, too, but hey.

Sometimes you gotta break a couple eggs to make an omelette.

"Are you one of those guys that tries to one-up everybody else's story?" Columbus asked, turning to Tal.

"No. I knew a guy way worse at that than me," he scoffed.

You rolled your eyes, "All right, let's find a car. My feet are startin' to hurt."

"That reminds me," Tal started, "I never had headaches like this till your assess came onboard. I mean, do what you want with a man, but do not fuck with his Cadillac."

"Hey, that's a nice minivan," Columbus chimed, turning to the car parked next to you.

"Oh, you know somethin'? That is nice," Tal agreed in a dangerously soft voice, approaching the car, "That's a beautiful van."

'Aw, shit.'

He picked up a stone and tossed it into the window, shattering it completely.

"Here we go," you sighed, sitting down on the curb to rest.

"Is he-?" "Just let 'im go. He needs this," you shook your head, assuring Columbus as the man picked up a crowbar, going to town on the poor vehicle.

He smashed for three minutes straight, going as far as climbing on top of it, smashing in the windshield.

"I want my Caddy back!" He angrily shouted, wailing on the roof, "Stupid little bitches!"

You figured this blowout would come sooner or later.

He was way too calm when the sisters stole the car.

Once he was done, he tossed the crowbar, panting as he climbed off the van.

"Feel better, buddy?" You asked, tauntingly as you stood up and patted his shoulder like a child.

"Fuck off," he scoffed, limping over to walk with Columbus, "Oh, I think I pulled somethin'."

"Old ass," you snickered.

"Keep tryin' me, missy. There's no law protectin' you no more," he threatened.

"All the more fun," you smirked, kicking up the crowbar and catching it, resting it on your shoulder.

He shot you a sharp glare, locking his jaw.

You were a real piece of work.

Even for a woman in the apocalypse, you were brash and vulgar and trigger-happy

Always ready for a fight.

Always ready to do whatever necessary.

You found humor in the everyday, which most people found repulsive and depressing.

It came so natural to you that he could probably talk to you about popping zombie heads pre-Z day and you'd still laugh.

You were a fuckin' oddball.

...

A gorgeous oddball.

"Think the three of us are smart enough to come up with a con like that?" He asked, quickly trying to distract from the very betraying thought.

You and Columbus stayed quiet, your silence speaking volumes as you tried to find an answer.

He shook his head in disappointment, "You hesitated."

"We don't need to come up with stuff like that. We're strong. Only people who can't fight for themselves do that shit," you shrugged.

The two nodded at you fair point, until Tally eyes landed on something that made him break out in a smirk.

"Either way," he smiled, grabbing your chin and turning your face to look at what he was looking at, "S'it better to be smart or lucky?"

Not too far away sat a bright yellow Hummer in perfect condition, parked nice and pretty in a driveway.

"I call shotgun!" You smirked, perking up and jogging over, Tally and Columbus not too far behind.

You slowed your jog to a walk so they could catch up, and approached the car, marveling at the paint job.

But Tallahassee, right behind you, noticed a pair of hands gripping onto the steering wheel.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he quickly stepped in front of you, warily approaching the driver's side.

You were surprised, and slightly taken aback by the chivalry, but decided to save it for later and draw your crowbar.

He quickly opened the door, taking a big step back, only to see that it was just a pair of severed hands.

Tally let out a chuckle, and you shook your head in disgust, "S'fuckin' gross."

He pulled a hand off with a repulsive crack, moving it around to hold up the middle finger at Columbus.

"That's nice," Columbus sighed.

"Smell the finger?"

You rolled your eyes, opening up the backseat and smiling at the duffel bag that laid nice and open.

"Tex, Doofus, take a look," you smirked, unzipping it.

Tally quickly peered over your shoulder, smiling like a kid in a candy store at the sight of various automatic weapons.

"Thank God for rednecks!" He beamed, looking up at the sky.

"I call dibs on the uzi-HEY!" You exclaimed as he yolked it up from under you, moving over to shoot up at nothing.

You huffed, settling with the AK and taking your spot in the front seat, Columbus sitting in the back.

The two of you waited patiently as Tallahassee continued his celebration in true redneck fashion, shooting things and painting a truck.

"Staying with this dickhead's gonna get me killed," you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Quick question," Columbus chimed, "How did my name go from Columbus to Doofus?"

"Your name's too long. And Doofus fits you, anyway," you answered, bluntly.

"Fair enough," he mumbled.

"Hoo!" Tally smiled, opening up the door and plopping himself in the front seat, "That felt good."

He turned on the car and peeled off out the neighborhood, a devious glint in his eye.

"Y'know, they say, he who seeks revenge should dig two graves," Columbus chimed from the backseat, already knowing what the man was thinking.

"Right. Two graves. One for the big chick and one for the little chick," Tally smirked.

"You are scary happy," you chuckled, turning to him

He turned to you with a laugh, and a knowing look.

Oh, he was gonna tear those girl to shreds.

"C'mon, why don't we just forget about them and head home?" Columbus sighed.

"Oh, you wanna talk about home?" Tally cocked a brow, "For me, home was a puppy named Buck. Cutest dog ever."

He took a deep sigh, the happy memories nearly visible in his eyes.

"All those fuckin' zombies. I lost 'im. And there ain't no getting him back, so I'm looking for a new home. Tomorrow, I may be skinny-dippin' in the Yellowstone River, or swingin' from the chandelier in the Playboy Mansion. But today, a Vortec six-fuckin' liter V8, a box full of hollow points, and, Lord willin', a GD Twinkie."

He turned to you with a rare, genuine smile.

"Gotta enjoy the little things."

You laughed, looking down at your lap with your own smile.

Tally's take on life was...enlightening.

He lived every day like it was his last, and enjoyed every moment like his first.

It was a good philosophy to have, especially in a world where life could easily become filled with an all-encompassing sense of dread.

Keeping things fresh and exciting was good distraction from the man-eating hordes of monsters scattered across the country.

And thinking about how philosophical his non-philosophy was, turned out a great distraction from thinking about how he sexy he probably looked skinny-dipping.

'Shit.'

You blushed, discreetly shifting in your seat, trying desperately to shove the thoughts out your head.

'The universe needs to give me somethin' to do quick before I fuckin' burst.'

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