#because Billy is a sensitive boy too

[ickypuppi3]

the idea of billy being named william after neil’s dad makes me so unwell

[missjellyhead]

HEADCANON | slashers favorite sex positions | fem!reader

Inclui Brahms Heelshire, Billy Lenz, Bubba Sawyer, Otis Diftwood, RZ!Michael Myers

note: uh... hey? I got excited about this one. And thank you for 100 followers! :D

Warnings: nsfw.

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

Cowgirl.

Brahms is spoiled.

He doesn't want to take the slightest effort.

He just likes to lie back against the pillows, hold your thighs tightly, and let you move as you please. As long as he comes, everything is fine.

Brahms whimpers so needily, eyes closed as you ride on his cock.

When he's close to coming, he thrusts his hips up desperately, seeking his own pleasure.

If you allow him to take control, he'll moan loudly and fuck you until you can barely support your own weight and fall onto his furry chest.

But if you stop him, just wanting to tease him a little, he will whimper and stubbornly try to move.

You can punish him for being such a naughty and greedy boy, and Brahms will be begging for your touch like a puppy.

BILLY LENZ

Accepts anything. He just wants to fuck you senseless. But 69--

Hearing and feeling you gagging against his cock as he just devours your pussy is perfect.

And Billy is definitely addicted to his pussy.

Could eat you for hours and hours like a starving man. He never gets tired.

Billy also loves doggy style.

He'll throw you onto the bed as soon as he gets a chance to come out of the attic, and he'll fuck you hard and sloppy from behind until he comes.

In fact, after he cums, he keeps moving.

He super stimulates you without even realizing it, focusing only on himself.

He's noisy. Very noisy.

And it doesn't care if the sorority house is full or empty. As long as it's just the two of you in the room, he's in for some fun.

But it usually comes out of the attic during the night.

Good luck explaining to the other sorority girls what those late-night sounds were.

Speaking of the attic, he loves to fuck you in there too.

It's dusty and musty smelling, but Billy feels safe there.

He has you up against the wall, chest pressed against your back, and makes you practically scream with pleasure.

Anyway, he really loves many positions and it's hard to choose a favorite.

BUBBA SAWYER

I believe Bubba is a little shy about sex, although he is quite excited.

But he's afraid he can't satisfy you, and he's afraid you won't find his body attractive.

So it takes him a while to feel comfortable having sex with you.

And when that happens, you have to guide Bubba and teach him what to do.

If you are as inexperienced as he is, you will learn together and it will be nice and fun.

And when he has enough knowledge, has experienced enough positions, one of his favorites will be cowgirl.

He likes you to have control over him and do what gives you the most pleasure. It's also amazing that he has such a beautiful girl jumping on his dick. Bubba almost can't believe it's real.

And he loves to see your breasts bouncing. If he gets the chance, he'll have your nipples trapped between his lips as you ride his fat cock.

If he's not holding the sheets between his fingers, then he'll have his hands on your hips.

It will leave fingerprints because he squeezed you so hard.

It wasn't on purpose, honestly. He'll apologize later, fearing you'll get angry.

And if you tie his wrists to the headboard and sit on his face, he'll freak out.

Do it. He loves to please you.

Is kinda sloppy about eating pussy but so excited. Hope you don't mind the amount of saliva.

(And if you want to return the favor, pegging this man. He'll moan so needy~).

OTIS DRIFTWOOD

I honestly think Otis is a disgusting man. With a lot of fetishes, and a lot of boner, and a lot of time left to fuck you to exhaustion.

And speaking of fetishes, Otis has foot fetishes. Your foot, specifically.

It's not like he's going to masturbate looking at your feet or anything.

He just likes to pay special attention to his feet as he pushes against her sensitive, wet pussy.

And honestly, he doesn't even care if it makes you uncomfortable or not. Just take his dick and let him play with your body as he wants and as much as he wants.

So he likes to have you lying in bed, legs up, shins over his shoulders. That way he can just pull his legs forward and play with his feet. It will kiss and lick them while looking into your eyes.

Also likes to have you on all fours.

Shake your ass and Otis will be inside you in a few milliseconds.

Will spank your ass and pull your hair, pushing your face into the sheets.

(If you let him fuck your ass, he'll get you in every possible position. He gets wild).

And it will degrade you badly, all the time. (Does this outside of sex too).

RZ!MICHAEL MYERS

He'll make you lie face down on the bed, then he'll lean over you, put an arm around your neck and fuck you deep.

He's not really choking you unless you ask him to.

He likes how he looks bigger on top of you. Even if you are close to his height, he definitely has more muscles than you.

Michael isn't very vocal, but he lets out little grunts and his breathing becomes ragged as he rolls his hips against your ass.

He also likes to have you leaning over any surface that may be: kitchen table, countertops, coffee table in the living room.

That's because he likes to watch your cock disappear into your pussy, feel your legs shake as you try to get used to the size.

If he is particularly lazy that day, spoon position.

It's still deep and strong, but slow.

The important thing is that he makes you come deliciously and he comes deep inside you.

(Loves to fuck you against the wall. Put one leg on his shoulder and let him stick his tongue in you. He'll hold your hips, not letting you dominate the situation. Michael likes to be in power, especially when he's making you feel squirm).

Sorry for any spelling mistakes, English is not my first language

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | kisses!

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♡ fandoms; The Boy, Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original + 2006), Black Christmas, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Brahms Heelshire, Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Billy Lenz

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; very suggestive content

♡ note; i hope to do a first meeting and kisses post for all ton of slashers, so let me know who else you wanna see! there’s already some i swapped out between the two posts just because of ideas i already had

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Brahms Heelshire

> this brat is always begging for kisses

> he’s not really one to physically initiate

> and it’s secretly because he loves when you follow his orders

> but he loves all kinds of kisses, and he’s usually content with more chaste ones

> when you do make out though, he is sloppy

> he’s still so touch starved and sensitive

> so it can go from just a long peck to him panting and huffing surprisingly quickly

> and he likes when you praise him for it

> he loves when you pin his hands while you kiss him, laying beneath you as you straddle his chest

> but he loves pawing at you almost as much- in the same position of course

> loves receiving marks

> especially hickies on his neck, like a dumb horny teen

Micheal Myers

> he’s not huge on kissing, or other non-sexual contact

> he’ll make you ask for it

> sometimes even beg

> and then he’ll roll up his mask and kiss you, rough and breathless

> he’s a biter, on your lips, neck, anywhere

> and the more you whine the more he marks you

> all that being said

> he loves when you kiss the mask

> you can swear you’ve heard him groan a bit from it before

> he’ll feel you up as you do too, making it hot and heavy despite how one sided the contact is

> he loves grabbing your throat, pushing you against the wall and kissing you so hard it stuns you

> sometimes to get what he wants, because he’s a malewife manipulator

> but sometimes because he loves the hazy eyed face you make as he pulls away

Thomas Hewitt

> oh my god loves when you kiss him

> forehead kisses, cheek kisses, kisses through the mask, kisses pressed to his jaw, etc etc

> hell you lean over and kiss his arm and he’s giddy- in his silent and almost unnoticeable way

> he loves kissing your neck in particular

> partially because he can hide- the insecurity is hard to shake

> but also because he loves coaxing pretty noises out of you

> freaks out when he leaves marks- but also loves the way you bruise after you reassure him it’s okay

> he loves when you lie on top of him, lazily kissing him between giggles

> it makes you seem so small (because gd, he’s 6’9 and built like a brick house), and he can grab your ass all he wants

Bubba Sawyer

> might be the Biggest Kiss Enjoyer out there

> he loves giving kisses all over!!!

> but especially loves peppering your face with kisses until you’re giggling too hard to let him continue

> he also loves getting kisses, because ofc

> he likes when you kiss his tummy, on top of everything else he can be insecure about his build

> and his hands- chances are y’all also have a huge size difference, and he’s always in awe of how little your cheek is in his hand. so he loves when you lean and kiss his palm

> his favorite kisses are when he picks you up and twirls you around

> and then he settles you in his arms and kisses you sweetly

> not too sexual but intimate

Billy Lenz

> this guy 🙄 in a word, frantic

> there is no peck on the lips with Billy Lenz

> whatever your intention, if you don’t pull away literally immediately, it’s getting dirty fast

> he’s all tongue and teeth and giggles

> like Brahms he’s incredibly pent up

> but baby boy is unintentionally (and sometimes intentionally) aggressive

> marks you up like it’s his job- hickies and bites and even sometimes bruises from holding your hips too hard because he’s stronger than he looks

> grabs your hair and tugs your head back to look at you and tell you how pretty you look and babble weird incoherent shit

> he loves you in his lap, facing him and practically grinding up on you as he lick lick licks your neck and any other skin he can between kisses

[chaotic-iguana]

desperate | billy butcher x reader

a little something in spirit of kinktober and my delirium. lmk what you think. nsfw below the cut. mostly denial/teasing.

“fuckin’ look at you, doll.” butcher flashes you a shit-eating grin before reaching up to pinch your nipples between his thumb and forefingers harshly, rumbling a chuckle at the whimper it draws from you. you’re all splayed out for him with your hands tied to headboard above, thighs wrenched open by his shoulders; skin hot and flushed under his touch. he’s told you to stay still twice already but you can’t, not when he’s been leaving featherlight brushes on your skin for hours and cruelly laughing at every sound that comes from your mouth, smiling at the way your hips buck in his hold- 

and then he’s leaning in just to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to your sternum, beard stinging against your sensitive skin, jaw working to nip and bite until your tears are falling and he’s pulling back with a mocking tut, eyes twinkling.

“all these pretty tears just f’me, love?” your frantic nod makes him raise a brow, hand coming down to swat the inside of your thigh - the impact shooting straight to your poor, neglected cunt. 

“use y’words, chatterbox.” 

his tone makes you want to curl in on yourself, because he knows you’re too far gone to form words right now, too far gone to think about anything beyond the fact that you need him and that you might actually die if he stops touching you. but you know butcher, and you know how mean he really is - he’ll keep you writhing on the bed for hours to fix your attitude if he doesn’t hear an answer now; uncaring of the fact that you’re barely grasping at thoughts and completely fucking gone. and like the devil, you  he starts rubbing circles into the juncture of your thighs while you struggle to answer him.

“y-yes, da-butcher. ‘m cr-crying for y-you.” he hums, and suddenly runs a knuckle through your folds, making you keen, tears sticking to your lashes. 

“yes, who?” bastard. he knows you can never bring yourself to say it - not even if it rests on the tip of your tongue every time - and despite yourself, you bite your tongue and shake your head, hiccuping. 

“oh we’re being shy now? fuck me, honey, where was this when i had my cock in your ass?” his hands rest just above where you need him now, thumbs stroking your abdomen in careful, downward brushes. your back arches into the touch, hips chasing him even when he pulls his hands away, and then you’re sobbing in earnest. 

another tut, dripping with condescension. “no more cryin’. tell me what you want, baby.” and you’re gasping another breath and gulping air, wrists straining against the rope before stammering out another response, too delirious with your need to register what you were saying. 

“need you to t-touch me, d-daddy, please.” he shuffles up, gripping your chin to turn it towards him before capturing your lips in his, his tongue sweeping into your mouth. his thumb presses gently on your buzzing clit, making you jolt with surprise. you blink at him, frowning. he’d never cave this quickly. 

until- he’s reaching down to plant a kiss to your forehead, smoothing over your hair before nuzzling against your cheek. 

“gotta give my pretty girl what she needs, don’t i? 

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taglist: @bastardmandennis and @amanitacowboy (no one else would be into the boys i think) love u both @imherefordeanandbones

@cafekitsune’s divider.

[mukbangg]

I need billy the kid baby batter in me.

18+

Imagine you're a cowgirl ☝️

You're independent and kinda stoic, you keep to yourself and do what's necessary to get by whether it be cattle rustling or taking up whatever odd jobs ranches offer.

You never stay in one place too long , settling wasnt an option for a woman like you.

Then you meet Billy and it's like hes knocking down all you walls, wiggling between the cracks hes made in your strong facade.

One thing leads to another....and you find yourself in bed with him, having charmed his way between your legs.

Now you're no prude but it's hard to find a decent guy around who doesnt try to walk all over you or put you down just for being a woman, much less a good fuck.

Billy, ever the sweet boy, does no such thing, though he does insist on calling you "doll"or even "my lady".

So when hes between your thighs, tongue lapping at your wet folds, hes pleasantly surprised (and delighted) when you admitted in uncharacteristic shyness, that you've never had anyone gone down on you.

"Oh doll...."

Billy coos, trying to hide how eager he was, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into the fat of your thighs.

"Lemme take care of you, hmm?"

With a warm grin, he starts slow, peppering your thighs with kisses, tongue licking thick stripes through your folds slowly. Soon enough he has you in a mewling mess, arm thrown over your face to hide your embarrassment. You hardly had the chance to register him getting more aggressive, messily slurping up from your hole to clit. Before you know it, your thighs were folded up as he grips the back of your knees to handle you quite literally like a doll.

You try to prop yourself up dazedly, breathless from his hot kisses and filthy promises but he flattens a large palm over your tummy and pushes you back down.

Toned arms locks you in place as he devours your sloppy cunny, mouth open like he wants to swallow you down as he splits between tongue fucking your drooling hole and sucking your clit.

And you? You're gone up and dead in heaven because if the pleasure hasn't ended you yet, the shameless whines and whimpers that tore our your throat would have had you burning in humiliation when you came to your senses.

To be broken down into such a needy mess and he hasnt even stuffed you full of cock yet...jesus when did you become such a whore?

But hes shaking his head as he eats your pussy, moaning and slurping so loudly its vile, saliva pooling with your slick and dribbling down to your puckered hole, and you blank out.

Mind surrendering your last thread of sense to mindless pleasure, hands flying down to fist at his curly hair, gasping for air desperately, gods how is he so good??

Billy pulls back to spit harshly on your cunt, one large palm enough to hold both your legs up while the other hand's fitting two thick fingers to curl roughly up into that sweet spot that has you seeing stars.

"That feels good, huh doll?"

He chuckles, watching your mouth form a surprise 'o',  eyes rolling back as you buck your hips and try to grind down even more.

"Words doll, tell me how it feels. You're smart enough aren't you?"

"Yeeeess billy!!"

You practically sob out, earning a snort of amusement from the man. He dips his head back down and tears spill down your blotchy cheeks when he starts making out with the sensitive nub. His fingers are pumping ruthlessly into you, squelching so loud you think you might have pissed yourself somewhere along the line.

You hiccuped, trying to buck your hips up to hump his face, and he pulls back to chuckle breathlessly before diving back in again.

Then his teeth grazes your aching clit just right and you tug harshly at his hair, head lolling back in a silent scream as you creamed on his fingers. Whimpers and broken whines tumbles from your lips as you go slack, mind fuzzy in the aftershocks of pleasure. Billy pulls his fingers out, dragging his tongue through your slick folds up to collect your juices and press a kiss to your sensitive clit, before he slots himself between your thighs.

Hes leaning over you, one elbow pressing into the bed by your head while the other arm hooks under your head as he nuzzles into your hair and mumble soft praises.

"S'good for me doll....think you earned my cock?"

Hes rubbing the ruddy head of his leaky cock through your pussy slowly, bumping your clit each time.

"Wan'it? Shes drooling all over me,"

Billy slurs against your mouth, tongue swirling and you vaguely register the salty tang of your own cunny, eyes rolling back like hes devouring your last shred of coherence.

"Think shes hungry for my cum,"

Billy mumbles all sweet and soft against your lips, gentle like hes cooing to a baby(your pussy).

"Think I'll fit in her? Doll?"

And you're squealing brokenly as he pushes the fat head of his cock in, stretching your pussy out as you dig your nails into his bicep by your head, sweet pain pleasure prickling at the base of your spine.

"you'll hold your own legs up after I stretch your hole out with my cock and let me taste you again, 'kay doll?"

He says it with such fondness you can only nod dumbly, then hes snapping his hips harshly and you dont know how you'll live without his cock after this.

Maybe you'll settle this time after all.

[in3rci4]

Can I get an Angst with all the boys, having a crush on gn reader who is new in town and heterochromia? ( If you can of course💕)

It's the first time I do a request fr 😭

It's ok , it's normal to be nervous when requesting if you're new or not used to it , hopefully I'll do my best with this one , enjoy it anon , thank you for sending your request 💕 !

°°°IT'S THE EYES . IT WAS ALL IN THEIR EYES °°°

Author's note : I been slow with publishing stuff because personal life is becoming more a survival than living , so sorry if it takes some requests too long to get done , but I'm slowly , yet surely , getting the ones I have done one step at the time .

Characters included in the following headcanons : Robin Arellano , Griffin Stagg , Vance Hopper , Finney Blake , Bruce Yamada , Billy Showalter

WARNINGS ! : CHARACTER X READER CONTENT , IGNORANCE / DISBELIEF ABOUT THE SYNDROME , BULLYING , THIS MIGHT BE SHORTER THAN EXPECTED , SOME MIGHT BE SHORTER THAN OTHERS , THERE'S PROBABLY SPELLING MISTAKES , GENDER NEUTRAL READER , CRINGE ¿? PROBABLY CRINGE , 2 SIDES , ONE WITH FLUFF , ONE WITH ANGST ( AND IT MIGHT NOT BE SO X READER TYPE OR BE A SENSITIVE TOPIC TO READ , ALSO THE CHARACTERS ARE MEAN ON THE ANGST ) TOXICITY ¿? DISCRIMINATION , MANIPULATION ¿? , ETC

ROBIN ARELLANO

≈ This guy is in love with your eyes , they're so unique , so badass , so special of yours , you're like a cool character of a movie or like a kickass villain

≈ Robin is a boy who loves everything that it's out of the normality , the more different , the more harder to forget , the better .

≈ If you felt insecure for your eye colors before then you'll be no more with him by your side ! He will compliment you without shame in front of others and he won't stop until you're all flustered and blushing

≈ But all jokes aside , once he get to know you and learned more about you , Robin will always remember you to not feel bad about your looks , it's not like you can control it , and it's nothing bad that you need to hide either

≈ if you want to buy contact lenses to match both eyes he won't stop you , but he'll be sad for not being able to see the real look in your eyes anymore

≈ He sometimes jokes about being jealous of your eyes , you get to have 2 colors and he only got 1 , that's not fair ! He wants to look just as cool as you

≈ You will always have his protection and support , no one will make fun of you , no one , and the one who dares to will feel a physical payment for playing stupid games in their faces

≈ Don't ever feel bad about yourself , because you'll have an annoying and romantic Robin making sure to bust your ego over the sky and taking photos whenever he can

≈ But that isn't so bad , isn't ?

GRIFFIN STAGG

° He's so sorry for being the ones who believed in the rumours it was contagious in the past , for being ignorant and avoiding you like the rest of the students

° Growing up he realized it was something stupid to think on , if it was contagious , then why nobody has changed eye colors yet ?

° Maybe you don't , but Griffin does remember well the day you two started to be friends

° The day you decided not to do anything in P.E class because you felt physically bad , and he , since nobody wanted him on their team , didn't lose anything by also not doing exercise either . You sat next to him , and started a casual conversation that turned out to be a funny exchange

° Casual conversations started to be more interested on each other's likes , conversations in each other's likes lead to gossip sessions , gossip became deep talks about the future and other corny shit that Griffin didn't thought he'll talk with someone ever

° He compares your eyes a lot with things , now that he learned to appreciate them , he can't stop remember you everytime a combination of color is the same as the look in your eyes

° You can say that your charm is contagious , and he's more than happy to be infected by love for you

VANCE HOPPER

♠ While others kids thought you were weird or cool , Vance thought you were a pretender

♠ Can you blame him though ? He hasn't seen somebody like you in his entire life , it's impossible for someone to have their eyes like that ! You must be using contact lenses or some shit !

♠ The evening he realized you weren't faking , he melted like ice cream in summer right there in front of you ( But you didn't noticed it )

♠ He stormed furious out of the mall when in a bad day he couldn't even get to the half of his high score , and accidently bumped into you . He looked into your eyes mad as hell , not expecting at all to see your pupils getting bigger , frozen about how fucked up it was to know that you truly had such a unique pair of eyes

♠ After an awkward time he slowly started to greet you " indifferently " , drawing you on his special notebook when the teachers didn't bothered him , and sometimes inviting you to watch him play Pin Ball when he felt cocky enough

♠ Hope you don't mind intense staring , because Vance is all about looking straight into your soul , he can't help it , or well , maybe he can because he can be a little of a tsundere

♠ To be honest he'll stare at your eyes all day if he could , but he's too of a dork to admit it , or decide if he likes it when you look at him or not due how flustered you make him feel

♠ And yeah , he will start a fight for you if someone dares to mock you , it's obvious , but it's a nice thing to think about

FINNEY BLAKE

∞ Finney is more curious than avoidant , he feels guilty for looking at you so much , you may had felt the hairy eyeball before and don't like it but , you're so .... Interesting ? Beautiful ? It's hard to describe

∞ Even for A or B you'll meet and trust my word , he's going to be respectful all the time he's with you . Only if you gave him permission to , he'll ask you more about your condition and how it exactly effects you , but don't worry , once he get all his doubts solved , he will move on and ask you about yourself

∞ He understands it yet he does not understand how someone could hate you by the color of your eyes , he doesn't even get racism and now we have people insult you by the color of your eyes ? By something you didn't choose to have ? Like what ?

∞ You're special ( and attractive he may add ) from the rest and that's gonna get more staring than someone else will have , sure , but he'll be angrily confused if someone bothered you in front of him , now we're bullying people for their genetics ? Come on man

∞ Finney would try to get you out of a uncomfortable situation , but if it persists , he might be verbally violent or push the person to tell them to back off and leave you alone

∞ Bonus : Gwen does the same with you , although she loves to tease Finney in your presence , she likes you though , she just does the " sibling annoying the other " things

∞ He has a special love letter that he never gave you were he used astronomy elements to describe you and the look in your eyes , but he was to embarrassed or afraid of rejection that he kept it for himself

∞ You read it , but you never told Finney and kept the secret

BRUCE YAMADA

★ Ignorance isn't a sin some people say , but he pity you when he first saw you and until this day he can't believe how dumb he was

★ Bruce mind was like " Aw poor kid they probably have problems with their vision " as if he knew what exactly condition you have

★ He felt like a dumbass the day you tapped his shoulder to tell him from really far away that someone was trying to steal his bike after one of his games

★ To thank you for the gesture ( ahem , and clear his mind from the guilt ) he invited you to watch a movie in the cinema ( Jaws 2 being his option and yours Star Wars 4 , you both watched the two of the movies because in one you sneak in between the crowd anyway )

★ after that movie night everything went smooth , until the point that neither of you acknowledge the fact that you still didn't confessed yet and were already lovey dovey with each other

★ He has the privilege to say he has a partner that has no comparation , there's no other you , and Bruce loves that

★ Bruce loves you and those special eyes that life has gave you

BILLY SHOWALTER

🔺 Billy knew animals could had two different colors in their eyes , but he didn't thought it was possible for a human too

🔺 It was a shame how nobody saw that special shine in you , or maybe they did , but they decided it was too bright for them and tried to turn you down

🔺 But you never let them took advantage of you , and he was proud that you know your worth and didn't let the negativity get you

🔺 He didn't stuttered or thought twice when you asked him on a date , you were his crush , of course he's gonna say yes !

🔺 Billy is not only an admirer of you and your lovely eyes , but a flatterer as well

🔺 At first , the compliments were accidents that escaped from his mouth before he noticed he was talking in loud voice , but with time , he became more and more confident to tell you how gorgeous you look , how you make him feel , his plans for the future , etc

🔺 If Billy has the chance to , he's gonna spoil the hell out of you , just to give you a material proof how much he loves you , so he can see that singular look in your eyes everytime you're happy , forever .

ANGST PART

They would love you of course , they can't control their hearts to stop beating for you every time you look at them or smile , but love sometimes ain't all rainbows and butterflies .

Now why or why you were born like this ? Why you couldn't just be normal ? Everything could be so perfect , so beautiful , if you didn't look different and just be like other people .

In a bad dream type of reality , they will cross the limits so they don't feel " ashamed " to be seen with you

BRUCE AND BILLY would suggest the idea of buying contact lenses to match your eyes with only one color , Billy being the one telling you that it's necessary that you should had them , BRUCE being the one who bought them without asking you first as a " gift " , thinking it was the best idea , after all , the two of you would look much better as a couple in people's eyes if you did

ROBIN AND FINNEY would keep you as their secret , no one has to know their feelings for you or your relationship if you ever had one , FINNEY afraid of having another reason to be bullied because of you or having his father mock his selection of partner , ROBIN because he's ashamed of liking someone that doesn't look " right " and is "pointed by God "

VANCE AND GRIFFIN would backstabbed you when you started to get used to the idea of having someone by your side , VANCE would mock you and insult you in front of his friends or people if that made him look better , GRIFFIN would act as if he doesn't know you when you needed him the most , without a feeling completely guilty for it , perhaps not even a little if that makes you and people's starting at him when he's by your side go away

It's just the way things are . It's how your eyes are .

[xoluvx]

just a call away; b.eilish

request #1: oohhh maybe billie teaching reader how to touch themselves for their calls while billie is traveling?? request #2: can u do one where billie is away cause she’s caught up at work n ur alone in the hotel room both her n the reader r frustrated n they’re doing it over the phone pls 😜

a/n: combining these two requests because they're just so good and so many thoughts were running through my head when i saw these in my inbox. okay, thank you & enjoy bbs <33

"Hi baby," Billie's voice was music to your ears. You felt giddy and hyper. Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. It never knew how to control itself around her. Except "around her" meant a phone call today because she was away and you couldn't join her 'til a few days later.

"Hi," you squealed not being able to suppress the pitch of your voice. You sounded like a school girl with a massive crush. Which wasn't entirely untrue. You did have a massive crush on your girlfriend.

"I miss you so much baby girl," Billie's voice was low. You could picture her laying in bed after a long day of promo and oh how you wished you could be in bed with her right now. You wished you could hold her, run your fingers through her hair, and rub her tummy.

"I miss you too," you replied clinging to the counter.

"Are you home?" Billie cleared her throat and you heard the sheets rustle. With the time change she just had to make sure.

"Yeah. I'm missing you terribly," you replied sighing. The fluttering in your chest was turning into a throb. But it was nowhere near your chest. The pulsing was between your legs. She just had that massive of an effect on you.

"Me too, angel." Billie sighed but it sounded more like a whiny moan. You brought your phone closer to your ear longing to hear it again.

"Yeah?" you asked genuinely wanting to know if she missed you, but it came out more of like a suppressed moan that mimicked hers.

"I'm feeling very flustered," Billie's voice was low. The rustling of sheets was there again. Fuck. You wanted to be in those sheets. You wanted your body tangled with hers fisting those sheets.

"Do you-" you couldn't finish your thought. Your legs started dragging on the hard wood floor towards your bedroom. You gripped the door knob prying the door open reaching for your bed. All you could picture was Billie and the times you'd spent on this bed exploring your bodies and oh my god you could cum from the thought.

"Yeah," Billie groaned. She knew what you meant. She knew what you were going to propose and boy was she glad she'd taught you. If she wasn't so fucking horny right now she would've been patting her back.

"You remember what I taught you?" she spoke. You nodded remembering she couldn't see you. So you gave her a verbal response looking for your headphones.

"I want you to touch yourself angel," Billie's voice was now amplified. You could hear every shift in her desperate voice and her quiet sighs.

"Just how I taught you," she added. You stripped your shorts getting into bed. The small purple vibrator she'd bought for you resting near your hip.

On the other side of the phone Billie was slipping her hand in her sweats. Her hair was wet from having showered. She couldn't get you out of her head the entire time. These thoughts aroused a hunger inside her she couldn't satisfy unless it was with you.

"I'm ready," you mumbled and Billie's voice uttered a good. Her voice was low and coarse.

"Use your hand first," she instructed and you happily obliged. You remembered the way she'd taught you one night. You laid in bed, naked, legs sprawled as she watched and talked you through it.

You ran your finger between your folds. A small moan escaped your lips. You were so sensitive. You ran your finger down your pussy gathering your built up spreading it throughout careful not to overstimulate. You wanted this to last. You wanted Billie to be a whimpering mess just like you.

"Are you touching yourself?" you asked in a chocked voice as you circled your clit.

"Yeah. Uh. Yeah." Billie's voice was pure heaven. When the gates of heaven opened, that's what you wanted on repeat. Though at the rate at which you were going you probably wouldn't go to heaven.

“Fuck,” Billie cursed and you could picture her head tossing back in pleasure.

"Grab the vibrator," Billie muffled through gritted teeth. You followed her instructions turning on the device. A sharp moan and quiver coursed through your body at the contact.

“I’m not gonna last,” you moaned arching your back. You pictured her holding the device the way she’d done when she first bought it for you. She’d showed you how to use it, placing it on your clit adjusting the settings so you could get a feel for all it had to offer. She held your thighs when they quivered forcing you to stay calm as you came in seconds.

‘I can use it on you,’ she’d said looking up at you as you bit your lip feeling your thighs quiver. Her fingers digging into your thigh holding your leg still.

‘Or you can use it on yourself,’ she smirked as she increased the speed urging your body into a fit of shakes as you unraveled on the purple vibrator.

“Fuck,” you curled your toes clinging to the pillow. You could hear her wet pussy through the phone. You could imagine her fingers rubbing fervently on her pussy as she tried catching up to you.

“Cum with me,” Billie cried. She was on the verge.

Those were the words you needed to hear to push you over the edge bringing her down with you.

You whined and breathed heavily under the soft pants of a whimpering Billie on the other side of the world.

[lexilovestom]

LITTLE SPECTATOR

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— in which: You brought your 2 year old daughter to her first Tokio Hotel concert to see her dad perform on stage. And Tom and the band are so happy to have her in the crowd!

⌞ contains: fluff fluff fluff!! (this is actually so freaking adorable), 2010 Tom ⌝

— The daughter's name will be Nala since Tom said in his podcast that if he ever had a daughter he would have named her Nala like in the Lion King movie! 🥹

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— Y/n's pov:

Today I'm bringing Tom and I's daughter to her first Tokio Hotel concert! I've always wanted to see her reaction to her dad playing guitar, and now that I believe she's old enough it's the perfect time!

Tom doesn't know I'm bringing her, only Bill. He thinks that I will be at the VIP tent watching the concert with some family members and other VIPs, but nope! I have our little girl with me!

I can't wait to see his reaction because he's always told me from the day she was born that he can't wait to play for her in the crowd and put extra effort in his solos for her.

So here we are now. It's almost 8:00pm, definitely past my baby's bedtime, but the show is about to start. I'm holding Nala on my left side as I walk in the stadium with a bunch of security guards. Fans turn around and greet us with a bunch of cheering, and some even got near the VIP tent to talk to me and hold her hand. They're all so sweet, I'm so glad they support Tom and I's relationship.

"Baby are you ready? daddy's gonna stand on that stage in a couple minutes!" I say to my daughter before the lights dim down and everyone starts cheering super loud. Nala smiles and nods quickly, before I remember I should probably put her ear protecting headphones on since she's still very sensitive and loud sounds like these can damage her hearing. "Baby let's put these on okay? you look so cute!!" I say as I pick her up again.

"Dada?" she points to the stage ahead of us, "yes! dada will get on there in a matter of seconds!" I don't even get to finish my sentence that the music starts playing and the boys get on stage. I gasp and point forward "Nala look!! there's dada!" I watch her smile grow wider and wider and it's melting my heart, "dada!!!". She's such a daddy's girl and seeing her light up at the sight of her father almost makes me tear up. She's so in love with him.

Tom is fully concentrated on playing the guitar, he almost never looks up from it when the concert is just starting since he still has to warm up and relieve the tension. Nala is pretty much dancing in my arms and it's making me giggle so much, she's so cute. "Uncle Billy!" she looks over, "yes! uncle Billy is also there! and so are uncle Georg and uncle Gustav!" she starts waving at them, but sadly no one is looking in our direction just yet.

Some time passes and Tom finally looks up at us, I see his eyes widen and his jaw fall to the floor at the sight of his daughter. "Nala look! dada is looking at us! wave!!" she quickly turns her head, "papa!!!" she starts waving with both her little hands as she also kicks her feet in my grasp, making me laugh as I wave too. Tom smiles brightly, waves back and mouths a small 'hi baby', which I told her about.

Halfway through the concert the boys are playing Pain Of Love, Nala has her arms wrapped around my neck and her head against mine. She's definitely getting tired. It's almost time for Tom's solo and I can tell that he's putting all his heart and soul in making this his best one yet. I tap Nala on the shoulder, "baby look! papa's going to play the guitar by himself now!" she shoots up with a smile and Tom gives us one last glance to make sure we're looking before playing the most magical solo ever. You can hear the dedication, passion and desire to play this to his daughter and it's making Nala's eyes twinkle with lust.

It eventually comes to an end, and as Tom looks at us fully satisfied with a smile, I tickle Nala's belly teasingly "Did you hear that!? that was so cool! wasn't it? dada played it for you!!" she just giggles and curls herself in a little ball from my touch on her stomach. I look up to give Tom a reassuring and proud smile that speaks more than a hundred words. He just smiles back and nods his head before turning back. He got the message.

It's almost the end of the show, the boys have now moved on the acoustic set, Bill saw Nala and waved at her too. They sit down on stools in the middle on the stage as Bill thanks all the fans for coming here tonight, Tom keeps looking and waving at us with a warm smile as Nala sends him kisses.

"I also wanted to take a moment to say hi to our special little spectator of the evening, my sweet niece that is in the crowd with us tonight!" Bill says as the crowd turns to us and cheers loudly.

I shoot up, "Nala look! they're waving at you say hi! hiii!!!" I say. "Hiii!!!!!" Nala smiles as the crowd aw's in unison and the boys all wave back to her.

"It's her first concert and Tom can't stop looking in that particular direction as you can tell!" Bill adds as everyone laughs.

"Aww she's tired..well, should we play just a couple more songs before Nala drifts to sleep?" the crowd cheers again as their attention is back to the band, and the concert eventually comes to an end.

Nala slept on my shoulder for the last 20 minutes, but woke up just in time to say bye to her dad on stage and get out of the VIP tent. We make our way backstage with two security guards, before we see Tom standing alone at the foot of the stage, waiting for us surrounded by wires and lights everywhere. I gasp "Baby look who's there!!", "papa!!!" I slowly put her down as she runs towards her dad who bent down to hug her tight. "Hey princess! I missed you!! did you see me on stage?"

"Yeah!" Nala gets a little shy as Tom chuckles and picks her up. She wraps her arms around his neck and places her head in between it as he has one arm behind her back while kissing her cheek multiple times, making her giggle. "Did you like it?!" Tom asks again as she lets out a soft 'mhm'.

I slowly make my way towards them. Tom looks up at me with a smile, "heeeyy!" he kisses me, "hey!! she was so happy to see you on the big stage and you were so incredible wow!"

"Had any doubts?" he smirks as I scoff jokingly and lightly smack his arm, "of course not! I could tell how much this meant to you, and she loved it isn't that right?!" I turn my attention to Nala as I tickle her belly again. Tom looks at her and then back at me, mouthing a light 'thank you'.

"Where's my favorite baby?!" we turn around to see Bill running towards us with his arms out, completely sweaty, followed by Georg and Gustav who had towels around their necks. "Here she is!" Tom hands him Nala. "Uncle Bill uncle Bill!!!"

"Yes! uncle Bill is here!! hi little princess I missed youuu!!!" Bill holds her close and spins a couple times. "Did you enjoy the show? it was lovely having you in the crowd tonight!"

"Yes!" she giggles as we all aw in unison and laugh. "Hi uncle Georg! Hi uncle Gustav!" Nala looks ahead, "hi cutie!" Georg says while caressing her cheek as he's followed by Gustav's "hey pretty girl!"

Nala turns to look at me and Tom who had his right arm around my shoulders, "mama I'm sleepy" she holds her arms out as Tom quickly goes to pick her up. "Aaw you're sleepy? let's go then, let's have night night." I say as I too caress her soft cheek. Her little curls bouncing up at the slightest touch of them, her small Tokio Hotel denim jacket that matches her jeans and pink shoes, her red little lips...gosh this child is adorable and definitely Tom's twin.

"Let's go home baby come on" Tom giggles softly as Nala drifts to sleep on his shoulder in the same position as before. We say bye to everyone and head our way home. It was an amazing and very sweet night. I'm so glad my baby could see her dad perform, and I'm so proud of Tom for putting all his heart and soul in making her proud of him. She truly means the world to him and nothing could ever change that.

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I hope you guys liked this! it's my first image and even if I'm not very good at writing these things yet, I had a fun time and I hope you did too! make sure to send image requests! I would love to put my spin on your ideas 💕 byee! ♡

[brynnterpretations]

THE BOYS’ TYPES ☻

Annie January

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Someone kind, gentle, sensitive, and a bit nerdy. She is a Certified Yapper Lover™, and loves to hear her partners talk about things they're interested in, so passion is key for her; bonus points if it's about something she hasn't really heard of before (Hughie really got her hooked with a discombobulated Star Wars rant). As we all know, Annie has an extremely firm sense of right and wrong, so a potential partner's values are a make-or-break scenario for Annie. Admittedly, she finds nervousness and rambling very cute, and it's the first thing that typically draws her to a person. She's a fan of that anxious, neurotic energy — sorry-not-sorry. Additionally, for men and women alike, if you have curly or otherwise textured hair? She wants you.

Billy Butcher

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Since Becca, Billy's type has fluctuated a lot. Before and during Becca, he deeply appreciated someone level-headed, calm, caring, and intelligent; however, after her death, it's been hard finding someone of that personality that didn't just remind him of her. For short-term relationships, Billy is very attracted to firecracker types, and for long-term, appreciates someone sensible and a little snarky, yet able to be sensitive in the right moments, even if he may push him away. A hard rule for Billy, though, is that the person is able to stand their own. He greatly values conviction, and even if that person may have differing opinions, them being able to stand up for their own beliefs is something extremely important to him in a relationship.

Frenchie

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Someone quiet, driven, loyal, and with a secret soft side. Got walls? Frenchie loves them and wants to break them down (lovingly, of course). Considering his past, he wants someone understanding and with a "history" of their own, too — he's naturally drawn to people who have that aura and "roughness", for lack of a better term, to them. Being bilingual, or multilingual, even if it's not French, is a big plus for him, too; as a communicative person and someone interested in linguistics in general, he becomes a lot more interested in someone if he hears them speaking or writing another language.

Hughie Campbell

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Someone strong, independent, and passionate. As a pretty nervous guy, Hughie greatly admires people who can "stand their own", and is drawn to them in relationships. That doesn't mean it's all take, though — Hughie really likes someone who, even if strong, he can comfort, care for, and support, so if you're in need of any of that? Hughie's your guy. He also is pretty attracted to anyone who stands his rambles and doesn't give him crap for them — and, better, is actively engaged — and will fall for you pretty quickly if you're that type. So, in another words: if you'll tell McDonald's they put mustard when he asked for no mustard, he'll fall for you.

Kimiko Miyashiro

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Someone understanding, empathetic, and optimistic. It's suffice to say that Kimiko has been through a lot, and, like Frenchie, wants someone who she can relate to and move forward to better futures with. People who have a positive attitude in spite of their hardships are people she's greatly attracted to. Being chatty and willing to communicate with her often is also something she loves; she has a lot on her mind and likes to share it with the people she loves and see their thoughts on it. Similarly to that, she loves expressive people —  not just because it makes them easier to read, but she finds it really, really cute. A bit random, but if you have a loud laugh, too, she'll fall in love pretty quick.

Marvin T. Milk (M.M.)

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Someone loyal, resilient, hardworking, and honest — to the point of bluntness. M.M. is a no-bullshit guy and not someone to appreciate a "cheerleader" figure, so he greatly appreciates someone he can always trust to tell the truth, even when it's not pretty. Realism and practicality is also important to him too. Like Annie, morals are also a make-or-break for M.M., and having someone who cares about integrity, family, and justice like him is the most important aspect in relationships to him. Additionally, someone who's A) good with kids and B) good with his past wife. While he wouldn't hold any feelings for Monique while in or pursuing a relationship, his former family is extremely important to him. His potential partner having the maturity to recognize this situation, as well as holding a love for children (even if they don't want any themself), is very important to him.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Little Girl Gone

You Haven't Changed a Bit (2)

Mob Boss!Natasha x Mob Boss!Fem!Reader, Mommy!Wanda Maximoff x Mob Boss!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Nothing really this is a rather fluff chapter, Natasha is a condescending bitch towards the end

A/N: I love the dynamics that are being built between R and W and her boys in this chapter

The sunlight filtering through the windows is what stirred you awake, but it was the weight on top of you that truly woke you. Eyes shooting open to find Wanda’s body partially on top of your own. Her leg and arm draped over you and you realized you had some how had made it closer to the middle instead of the edge you had forced yourself to when you fell asleep.

Carefully you untangled yourself hoping not to wake Wanda, but as you shifted your weight she stirred. “Mmmm....Y/N?” She called out as you sat up, legs already over the edge. 

“Yes?” You call back over your shoulder, grabbing your pants and pulling them on.

“What happened last night? I thought you were staying up all night?” She asked, concern running through her.

“Natasha came by. I gave her half the money. Told her I’d meet her at noon with the rest.” Grabbing your button up and throwing it on and moving over to grab your gun from under the pillow to put it back in it’s place.

“Is she going to leave us alone?” Wanda crawls across the bed so she’s in front of you, staring up at you. She was in a cute pink slip, one of the thin straps falling down and giving you a lovely view of her chest. 

“I told her too, but she never actually agreed to it so if it’s okay with you I’d like you to come back with me, of course the boys will come too.” 

“To the place I was taken yesterday?” She asks, tilting her head. 

“Yes sweetie that’s my home.” Her eyes widen. 

“That place was huge. That’s your house?” She sounded bewildered. 

“Well when you’re head of the local mafia around here you kind of have the perks of a big house.” Sure your group was nothing big compared to Natasha’s or even T’Challa’s groups, but yours was family. 

You pick up your phone, calling on your friend and driver, Happy. “I’ve called for my driver and I would appreciate the three of you staying with me until I have things settled. I promise there will be no safer place for your boys.” You put your hands on her shoulders giving a reassuring squeeze and a soft smile. 

You couldn’t lie to yourself, Wanda was a beautiful woman who you’d love to have, but you also truly just don’t want to see her end up like you because of Natasha especially since she has kids. She has to be around for them. She gives a nod and a soft smile back. You don’t miss her biting on her bottom lip as she slips off the bed. 

“I need to get dressed and get the boys ready.” She tells you softly. While Wanda gets everything together you get ahold of Carol to let her know what’s going on. 

“Make sure nothing bad is going on by the time we get there. Am I understood?” I ask through the phone and she knows what I mean. 

“Yes Ma’am. Everything will be perfect when you get here with them. You have my word.” You hang up the call as you wait in the kitchen for the three of them and of course the boys are nothing but questions. 

You can tell Wanda is getting overwhelmed by all the questions the boys are throwing her way over all the sudden changes especially from Billy who you’ve quickly learned is the more sensitive of the two boys. You take a deep breath and kneel down, getting the boys attention. 

“Listen boys I know you have a lot of questions for your mom, but I want you guys to look at this like a vacation! My house that we’re going to stay at for a bit has a pool with all the toys you can think of! It has a slide and a waterfall! I have a room that is filled with every video game system and just about all their games. I have a room that has a pool table and a foosball table and air hockey!” You tell them, slowly seeing their faces light up. “I have a room that’s like a movie theater with popcorn and candy and soda. I have just about everything your little hearts could want or need and if I don’t have it, guess what?” 

“What?” Billy asks making me smile. 

“I will make sure we get it, okay? Does that sound fair enough?” The two boys nod in agreement. “So you’re going to stop asking your mom so many questions and instead help her pack, right?” Another nod in agreement to your words as they turn towards their draws, grabbing things they want and need while Wanda gives you a smile and you smile back. 

You stand up motioning for Wanda to follow while the boys pack up. You two head towards the kitchen. You lean against the counter, crossing your arms, Wanda standing opposite of you. 

“I hope I didn’t overstep by saying I’d get them things if we didn’t have it. I obviously don’t have kids and I honestly just wanted them to stop asking you questions because I could see it was overwhelming you since you weren’t sure how to answer.” Wanda reached her hand out to you, her hand gripping onto your arm. She rubbed it softly as you looked at her and you could tell she had done it as a friendly gesture to reassure you it was okay, but when you felt her hand tighten on your bicep you can tell she gets distracted for a moment. 

“We’ll cross the bridge when we come to it, okay? If it’s something I find unreasonable for them to be asking it will be a no. Make sure they always ask me and you get confirmation from me.” 

“That sounds like a deal to me. Always ask Mom.” You smirk at her as she pulls back her hand.

“I-I’m going to go grab my bags and check on the boys.” She stammers as she heads back upstairs, leaving you there chuckling to yourself.

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“Wow!” The boys said in unison as they came through the front door. “Are you made of money Ms. Y/N?” Tommy asks.

“I work very hard for my money Tommy. This is what hard work can get you boys.” You tell them with a smile as they poke their heads around Carol comes over with a smile along with Kamala. Carol leans over whispering in your ear,

“Ma’am I tried to tell her it wasn’t a good time, but Maya is waiting in your office.” If the boys weren’t here you’d probably smack Carol so hard. Instead you plaster a smile on your face.

“Well boys, Wanda. I have to attend to some work issues, but Carol and Kamala here will show you around, okay?” The boys nod excitedly and Wanda takes the few steps over to you, a worried look in her eyes as she grips your arm. You give her a reassuring smile, leaning in to whisper,

“It’s nothing to do with Natasha. It’s a friend who doesn’t know what no means. I’ll be back shortly. I promise you’re safe with them.” She looks into your eyes confirming the truth in your words then nods, letting you go off to deal with the problem at hand as you head up to your office. 

You open and close the sliding oak doors of your office stomping on the floor to get Maya’s attention as soon as she’s looking at you you sign,

“It really isn’t a good time Maya.” She rolls her eyes and signs back,

“I understand you met back up with Natasha.” You groan,

“Unfortunately.” Maya and you had met after being in similar situations of a mob boss taking advantage of you. Both of you wanted to be in charge so Maya tends to work in the shadows and also with the Tracksuits, she keeps them in line as much as anyone could. Mainly they’re muscle that the two of you use because they have maybe one braincell between all of them.

“So what are we doing about her?” She signs and you sit on your desk in front of her. 

“Meeting up with her in a few hours and paying off a debt for this woman.” You bring up the security camera’s around the house showing Maya Wanda and her boys. “Natasha gave her a loan and then when she couldn’t pay it back right away she took Wanda and tried to do what she did to me. She’s under our protection now.” Maya nods, 

“Are you keeping her here?” She signs.

“For the time being. I don’t trust Natasha.” You sigh. “Come with me to this meeting? I just need you as back up in the shadows incase things go sideways.” Maya signs for yes with a smile. 

Carol was your right hand for most things, but Maya was your most trusted person. No one could replace her between her skills and companionship the two of you had formed over the past five years.

“Thank you.” You sign and she just lightly punches your arm before slipping out. Though she wouldn’t be there when you exited you knew she wouldn’t be far. Just in the shadows.

You watched the security monitors for a few minutes watching the boys enjoy the much bigger room they’d get to share. Kamala showing them their room along with all the fun rooms scattered about the house. 

Your eyes flickered around until you spot Wanda and Carol in your room. It’s not where you had told Carol to take Wanda, but you’d let it slide for now. Your California King bed rather empty with just yourself. If Wanda wanted to stay there it would be fine by you.

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You sat in the café legs crossed and sipping on your usual order while looking at your phone while waiting for Natasha to show her face. You were always a person that goes by the rule, ‘if you’re on time you’re late.’ while Natasha always showed up five minutes or later to any meeting saying, ‘you hold the power that way.’ It always made you roll your eyes because you hated being late anywhere. 

When she showed up at 12:15 you rolled your eyes at the tardiness. She grabbed her coffee before joining you.

“Well isn’t this fun. You playing the boss roll. All grown up now aren’t you?” She teases and another roll of your eyes.

“I’m not playing Natasha. I worked hard to get here.” 

“No thanks to me.” 

“Yeah. No thanks to you. I didn’t want this Natasha. You forced me into this life acting like you just wanted me to be able to protect myself.” You accused as you grabbed out the manila folder. “It’s all in there Tasha. So I need your word that you’ll be leaving Wanda Maximoff and her boys alone now that the loan plus interest is paid.” Natasha looked it through just as she had last night. 

“One more thing and I’ll leave your new little toy alone.” You want to jump across the table and punch her in the face for her little comment, but you’re in a very public place for a reason and you won’t ever be the one to hit first.

“What is it Natasha? What could you possibly want?” You ask exasperated.

“You of course. One last time. You know since you walked out on me.” You feel your face pale; your whole body going hot and ears ring until you can’t hear anymore.

Did she really just ask you that? To sleep with her again? You could feel the familiar feel of bile in the back of your throat, the sound of a gunshot, the metal and sulfur in your nose like you were reliving that night all over again. 

“You’ll leave them alone?” She nods. “Promise me.” 

“I promise.”

“On Yelena’s life.” 

“On Yelena’s life.” She repeats, and so you have no choice but to agree.

[milliesfishes]

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓫𝓫𝓵𝓮𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

Reaching for one of Billy's shirts, you pulled it over your body and fastened one button, crawling into bed where he was waiting patiently with his arms outstretched.

"Y'know, you could sleep in nothin' at all and it'd be just fine, pretty girl," he murmured into your hair, planting kisses wherever he could reach.

"It's so cozy in your clothes though," you protested, cuddling close.

"Mm, y' see me wearin' anything?" When you looked down you realized he, indeed, was void of any clothes whatsoever.

Laughing, you buried your face in his chest. "Oh, Billy."

Mock frowning at you, he pressed a teasing kiss to the crook of your neck. "Don't see how me bein' naked is any laughin' matter, darlin'."

Shaking your head and still laughing, you reached a hand up to his jaw, stroking the prickly growth. It was a point of comfort for you to touch his stubble because of how much you liked the feel. You lazily commented, "Your cheeks used to be so smooth."

He chuckled, smoothing your hair. "Yeah," he teased. "Then I met this sweet girl who had a thing for scruffy cowboys. Next thing I know I'm not allowed to shave."

You smiled, leaning up and rubbing your face against his jaw, feeling it prickle against your skin. He cupped your cheek in his hand, noticing a little redness from your motions, his scruff leaving a mark on your sensitive skin. "Careful, baby, you'll rub your pretty face all raw."

With hazy eyes, you repeated, "You had such smooth cheeks before."

"Missin' my baby face, huh?" Billy rested his chin on your head. "Ain't I as pretty anymore?"

Your eyes widened as you tried to remedy it. "Nonono-"

Laughing, he tightened his arms around you. "Nonono what, darlin'?"

"You're very pretty." You kissed his neck once to accentuate it. Then your fingers found his jaw again. "Rough."

He smirked. "A bit, yeah." As your fingers continued to rove over it, he shook his head, dipping down to kiss your cheek. "You're fixating on it, sweetheart."

"Do you only keep it for me?" you questioned suddenly, halting the motions of your fingers.

Billy scratched his cheek idly, looking down at you. "Well...I'd be lyin' if I said it wasn't a big part of it," he started, speaking slowly. "You really do love it. I can tell by the way you touch it, 'n react to it." Then he thought to himself for a moment. "But there's other reasons too."

"Like what?" You propped yourself up on his chest to listen.

He smiled softly, chucking you under the chin. "Makes me look like less of a boy. More weathered, maybe. A bit more experienced." Billy got a serious look in his eye. "I ain't a kid anymore, darlin'. I'm a grown man. Don't wanna look like a kid."

Hearing the slightly hardened tone in his voice, you fell silent. As long as you'd known him, Billy had been running from the title forced on him by those supposedly above him. Kid Antrim, Billy the Kid. It was all the same. It forced him into an inferior position even though he'd been fending for himself almost his whole life.

This resistance crept into his actions, his words, and now you knew, his appearance. Billy was well into his twenties now, not a child by any means. He didn't look it either, not to you, anyways.

Reaching up, you fingered his stubble again, a soft look in your eyes. "I think you should shave, if you want to."

One of his eyebrows arched, and he looked confused. "You...want me to shave?" he asked incredulously. "But you love this scruff, baby. You know I grow it for you."

You nodded fondly, leaning in to peck his lips softly. "You...if you want to shave it you should."

Truthfully, you were on the opposite side of his mindset. With his face on every wanted poster in the state, you feared for his life every time he left the house. And the older he got, the more evident that ending became.

His scruff did make him look older, as he'd said. But you didn't want him to be.

Billy traced a hand over your cheek, bringing you back to earth. "Where's all this comin' from, sweet thing?"

You looked up at him, sadness behind your eyes. "I don't want you to look any closer to death."

Immediately, understanding dawned in his eyes. He exhaled slowly, seeming to realize everything you were thinking. "Oh, baby..." Reaching up gently, he took your hand, pulling it away from his face, his calloused fingers wrapping around yours. Billy brought you close so you were right up against him, bundled in his arms.

When you looked up at him, you saw your own pain reflected in his eyes. He leaned down and kissed your forehead. "I understand, baby. I do, I promise."

You fell asleep like that, him half folded over you like a blanket, the comforting weight of him soothing you enough to close your eyes.

Awaking the next morning, you stretched out an arm for him, only to find empty bedspace next to you.

Wandering out into the hallway, you could see him in the bathroom through the slightly ajar door. He was shaving.

Pushing the door the rest of the way open, you watched him for a moment before he caught sight of you. Soap was half smeared across his face as he carefully moved the blade against his skin, one side already bare.

Billy noticed you in the mirror and stopped immediately, looking wide eyed at you. There was a long beat of silence as you just stared at him, lips slightly parted.

Pure emotion ran through your body. Everything he'd told you last night about what having his facial hair meant to him ran through your mind. His grief with the name and the image forced upon him, the way it made him feel. And yet here he was. Choosing you over his past.

In a single motion, you moved forward, wrapping your arms around his middle and burying your face in his chest. He exhaled softly, setting the blade down with a clatter and mirroring your actions, his arms holding you safely to him. "Hey, baby," he murmured.

Resting his chin on your head, he got soap in your hair, and you giggled at the feel. He lifted a hand to move the substance to his finger. "Sorry, sweetie."

"It's okay," you smiled, leaning back into him. You nodded at the blade. "Keep going."

He looked down at you so lovingly you could have melted. Billy kissed your hair, getting more soap on it, and lifted the blade once more, making quick work of it since you were wrapped around him.

Sitting on the counter afterward with him standing between your legs, you had your hands on his face, feeling his smooth cheeks. He did look younger, but contrary to his fears, not at all like a boy. No, your Billy was all man through and through.

You leaned forward, nuzzling your cheek against his, and he smiled, nose in your neck. "D'ya like it?"

"You look handsome," you said softly, and he pulled back, kissing your brow. Pressing your lips to his nose, you mumbled, "Do you like it?"

Billy's lips turned up. "Yeah. I do, baby. But most importantly-" he squeezed your hips gently. "I like that you like it."

With your hands on his cheeks, you smiled softly, entranced by the domesticity of it all. Billy kissed both your cheeks, making a point to rub his newly smoothed skin against yours. "'S long as my girl likes it." He slid his arms fully around your waist. "Hope ya like soft kisses."

"I like all your kisses," you giggled, and he started trailed his lips all over your face. "Smooth or scratchy."

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I just found your blog and was wanting to request a headcanon

Ghostface (Billy and Stu) Finding out that their Significant other is ticklish

Hello love, here you go! <3

TICKLISH S/O (Ghostface x GN!Reader)

Warnings: no proof reading, sexual contents, the boys are stronger than reader, mentions of murderers, fluff

You were lying in bed with Stu, while Billy was at his desk, working on some plans for the next Ghostface’s murders.

You knew who they were and how dangerous your boyfriends truly were, but you enjoyed that. Sometimes, you worried for them of course, but they always came back to you in one piece, so it was alright.

You had tried to convince them to get some rest that day and Stu had agreed but Billy wanted to work. His mind was always so full of new ideas.

Billy told the two of you to stay quiet or else. You could quite easily do that… But it wasn’t really the same for Stu, who was quickly getting bored.

How could he stay quiet and innocent when you were lying next to him in such a comfy bed? You were so distracting, so beautiful.

As you faced him, your t-shirt exposed some of your soft flesh, which instantly got his attention.

He was at first just stroking your stomach, because he enjoyed the feel of your soft skin beneath his fingers. He didn’t know what he was doing to you. You were really sensitive, so you tensed a little and tried your best to not give away how ticklish you could be. But after a little while, he saw you shivering and then he teasingly poked you.

You let out a little sound and tried to protect yourself from any more attacks, pulling your t-shirt down as well.

“Are you ticklish, darling?” he hummed and by the evil light appearing in his eyes, you knew you were absolutely fucked.

You tried to get up but he was stronger than you, and soon enough you were trapped in his arms being tickled out of your mind. You couldn't stop yourself from laughing and screaming.

Billy turned around to watch the scene, with an unimpressed look on his face - even though he enjoyed what he was seeing quite a lot.

“Quiet I said. If you keep going like that, Y/N, I’ll have to help Stu. And you really wouldn’t like that” he warned you. You tried to let him know how unfair this was - but really, he knew it already.

You tried your best to keep it down, but Stu was always finding new ways to tickle you and making you scream louder and louder. You thought you were going to lose your mind when he attacked your hips.

At some point Billy got quite tired of this. He really could never work in peace when the two of you were there. He got up and towered the two of you. You saw the way he looked at you and Stu stopped tickling you. You panted. “It’s not my fault,” you pleaded.

And yet, soon enough Billy was sitting on your wrists pinned above your head and tickling your armpits and mid section with deadly precision while Stu had grabbed your legs to tickle your thighs and feet.

They quite enjoyed your laughter, and the way you tried to beg them to stop, and how you wiggled on the bed.

Of course it led to something a little bit different quite soon enough, because they couldn’t help themselves when your body was moving around like that. You had always been the hottest thing ever, but when you were a begging and squirming mess, they could only grow hot. 

They kept tickling you as they undressed you, discovering new parts of your body to tickle. They had quite a lot of fun with you, pleasuring you and making you laugh until your sex and throat got sore.

After that day, tickling you became their new favourite solution to everything.

You didn’t want to obey them? They tickled you into submission.

You weren’t feeling too well today? They tickled you to make you feel better.

You were being a tease with them? They tickled you to punish you.

They saw someone flirting with you? They tickled you - and pleasured you - to remind you to whom you belonged.

Billy was in a terrible mood? He tickled you to get rid of all his frustration.

Stu was bored? He tickled you because that was a great distraction.

Ghostface had killed someone and they needed to celebrate? They tickled you.

Ghostface hadn’t been able to kill their prey and they needed to relax after a stressful week? They tickled you.

In a few words: You were fucked

But you quite enjoyed being their favourite toy

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The Babysitter (29)

I'm Going To Kill Him

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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I'm Going To Kill Him

Chapter Warnings: Brief Implications of Homophobia

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The feeling of Wanda's arms around you, wrapped tightly like a blanket of security, was one of your favourite things, her body pressed up behind you, chin resting on your shoulder as the show played on the tv, your mind elsewhere as your thoughts drifted to the woman embracing you.

A couple episodes effortlessly passed by, the sound of your stomach rumbling quietly interrupting the comfortable silence that had enveloped the room.

Your cheeks tinted pink at the noise, Wanda letting out a soft, delicate chuckle, pressing her face against the side of your neck as she smiled against your skin, murmuring softly,

"Sounds like someone is hungry again," her tone wasn't too teasing, but you could hear the hint of amusement in her tone, her lips softly pressing against your cheek as she moved her head, lips lingering against your skin.

"Shush," you mutter back, turning your body around so you could hide your face at the crook of her neck, mimicking her earlier movements, cheeks still coloured from the small embarrassment.

"Do you want to go out for lunch Detka? The twins won't be back for another couple of hours," she whispers, taking mercy on you and not teasing you any further, her fingers toying with the fabric of her shirt you were wearing, drawing random patterns against it.

You pull back from the warmth and safety of her neck, your eyes meeting her tender green, the various shades overflowing with love as she gazes into your own, her lips pulling up into a smile at your enamoured state. You can't help the smile that takes over your face, relishing in the amount of affection and attention she was giving to you before answering her question.

"On two conditions," you murmur, her brow raising curiously at your words while her fingers slip under the shirt, causing you to pause in your words for a moment. You notice the subtle smirk on her lips at your reaction, only just managing to get your thoughts together to continue speaking, "I get to choose where we go andIget to pay."

Angelic laughter spills from her lips, her nose scrunching up in that adorable manner at your adamant tone, the determination you have to pay for a meal with her making her heart melt as well as the idea of you wanting to treat her.

"Why are you so adamant on paying for something?" she mumbles softly, leaning forwards for a gentle kiss, her soft lips pressing delicately against your own, your mind addicted to the feeling of them.

"Because I want to treat my girlfriend for a change," you mutter, making her smile at being called your girlfriend, before she agrees to conditions, a little nervous and excited for where you were going to take her.

***

"You brought me to a diner?" she asks, turning her head to you as you walk towards the door of Odin's diner, ready to hear the nostalgic bell ringing at your presence.

"Yep," you say, popping the p with a wide grin on your face, wanting the older woman to see the place you loved to go to when you were younger, as well as giving her the opportunity of trying the delicious food made here. "Now come on, you're going to love it," you encourage, her hand clasping yours as you pull her inside, taking her to your usual booth and sitting opposite her, watching in an adoring way as she admires the retro styled furniture and restaurant.

"It's interesting in here," she comments, her tone not displeased or anything, simply commenting on the old style in an amused way, her eyes flickering over to you, noticing a certain glint in your eyes, "What?"

"Nothing," you say, a smile permanently engraved on your face as you gaze at her, the sound of a booming and familiar voice reaching your ears, causing the smile to grow that little bit wider.

"Well if it isn't Lady Y/n," Thor's tone full of joy as he approaches the two of you, his usual charming smile plastered on his face, his brows raising in a teasing way when he notices it's not Natasha with you. "With a lady friend," he adds, his smile growing.

Wanda looks over to you, a little confused but still smiling as Thor hands you both a menu, his charismatic form swiftly winning the older woman over as he continues to tease you playfully.

"I'll leave you two lovely ladies to decide on what to eat, I'll see you at the counter soon," he bids his farewell, moving onto the next set of customers who were taking a seat, Wanda biting her lip to contain her smile as her eyes travel back to you.

"Seems like you're a regular here," she teases, her hands interlocking with yours across the table, thumb brushing the back of your hand in a comforting manner, your eyes flickering back up to her eyes.

"My dad, Nat and I used to come here a lot when we were younger," your tone reminiscent as memories of the place filter through your mind, "When it was our birthday, he'd let us order as much as we'd want to, Nat and I practically ordering the entire menu and stuffing ourselves with as much food as possible." Wanda rests her head in her free hand, listening attentively to your story as you keep your eyes on her, "We'd never be able to eat it all but we really enjoyed the challenge," you chuckle at the end, remembering the many times you both would lean back against the seats, holding your stomachs and vowing to never eat again until you would see Thor coming over with milkshakes and sundaes. "The milkshakes here are to die for," you say after a moment, her chuckling at the passion behind your words, unable to stop looking at your content state.

"Well I guess we're just going to have to order one then," she says, theatrics added to her words to make you somehow smile even more.

Soon enough, you both are relaxing against the seats of the booth, Wanda teasing you about how unhealthy you'd both been today, eating pancakes for breakfast and now more junk food for lunch, but you simply brushed it off saying how, after the 'workouts' you had last night and this morning, it was ok. More conversation casually came about, random stories being told again as you tried your absolute hardest not to torment the older woman about the table story after finding out the truth, a warning look that shouldn't have been so hot being sent your way when she could tell you were about to say something, her head tilting slightly when you got too close to teasing her.

Once you had both digested, you were about to go up and pay when Wanda said she was going to go to the 'bathroom', not falling for this trick again as you told her to wait a moment. The older woman chuckled as you kept your eyes on her as you went up to pay, sending a triumphant smile her way when you successfully did so. What the older woman didn't see coming, was that you would come back with two milkshakes to go, not having had any during the meal, making her smile fondly as she strolls with you back to the car, proving how the trip to the bathroom was going to be a decoy.

A small moan escaped you at how good your milkshake was, Wanda's head turning at the soft noise in the car as she buckled her seat belt, your eyes meeting hers after a moment, a timid expression on your face at the darkening green. You watch the conflict between her eyes, unaware of where her lustful thoughts were drifting before she regained her self control, getting ready to drive the two of you back home in time for the twins, her hand resting on your leg whenever she could.

***

Once home, you returned to your seats on the sofa, once again wrapped up in Wanda's arms so you could watch another episode of The Dick Van Dyke show, only being snapped out of it by the sound of a car door slamming and a few muffled voices.

Almost instantly, Wanda's smile grew that little bit bigger at the idea of her boys being home, motioning for you to sadly leave her embrace so she could welcome them, hoping to have as little contact as possible with Vision.

You leaned your head back against the sofa, shamelessly letting your gaze drift to the sway of her hips momentarily before watching her open the door, Billy standing on the steps waiting for his mother, Tommy running up from the driveway after talking to his father a little longer.

Wanda's brows furrowed at the deadly glare Vision sent her way, wasting no time in setting the car into reverse, Tommy practically storming past his mother with a scowl on his face directed at you. Wanda's head snapped around to watch Tommy make his way over to you, caution and worry on both of your faces at Billy's timid frame, your body moving to stand as the boy approached you.

"Hey, what's wrong Tommy-" You were interrupted by the boy trying his hardest to shove you, his arms pushing you back again as you didn't fall, your strength beating his attempts.

"How dare you!" he grits out, his hands hitting you again, Wanda almost slamming the door shut at her son's actions, ushering Billy in quickly to check on Tommy. "You ruined our family," he says and your heart breaks, face emphasising the hurt flowing through you.

Wanda calls out his name but it falls on deaf ears, Tommy's face full of anger and annoyance aimed at you, his hands being caught by yours to stop him trying to hit your body.

"You're never going to replace my dad," his small hands fight against yours to no avail, Wanda coming over, her voice stern as she calls his name again. "I don't want you to be my new parent, I already have my mom and dad, I don't need you!"

"Tommy!" Wanda shouts, her voice cold and harsh, making the boy shut up and turn to face her, his hands roughly pulling away from yours to wipe the angry tears that had spilt down his cheeks before running off upstairs, his door slamming shut.

Wanda's gaze softens when she sees the crestfallen look in yours, the peaceful atmosphere from earlier shattered at Tommy's outburst, Wanda murmuring something to Billy before offering you an apologetic look, moving to climb the stairs after her son.

Billy practically runs into your arms for a hug, his small body crashing into yours, arms wrapping around you causing your hurt and confusion to quickly fade into worry at the boy's state, wrapping your own arms around him and crouching down to be at his level.

"I'm sorry," he mutters against your shoulder, "I didn't mean to tell him, I just wanted to come home," he sniffles against you and you're just confused as to what's going on, hands sliding up and down his back in a comforting manner.

"Hey, breathe for me Billy," you pull back from the embrace, putting your hand over his and guiding it to your chest, letting him feel your steady breathing and heartbeat. "Deep breaths for me, like this," you encourage him to calm down, eyes conveying your worry as he moves his other hand to wipe the tears from his cheeks, gradually slowing his shallow, panicked breathing.

"I'm sorry," he manages out again and you gently shush him, offering him a gentle smile.

"What are you sorry for?" your tone soft and calm, despite the anxiety building within yourself at what must have happened at Vision's house to set both twins off into such an emotional mess.

"I- I accidentally told dad about you and mom," he mutters out, your mind putting to pieces what probably occurred, Vision most likely ranting in front of the boys and telling lie after lie. "He was so angry," he sniffles once more, your arms pulling him close, lifting him up as you sit on the sofa, letting his body rest against yours. "He was being mean to you, I didn't like it so I told him to stop," your heart melts a little at Billy standing up for you, pressing a kiss to the top of his head as he continues, "He sent me to my room and wouldn't talk to me until was time to leave this morning. I just wanted to come home."

"Oh Billy," you coo, holding him closer as you can hear voices from upstairs being raised slightly, trying your best to comfort the boy in your arms and not let your emotions take over, Tommy's words stinging. His words mixed with your mothers, her hatred to you and what you supposedly did to your family, but you pushed it down as Billy hugged you tighter. "You're home now, it's ok," your words a soft whisper, his body relaxing against yours as he calms down, his eyes trained on the Dick Van Dyke episode playing on the screen still, the show seeming to calm him down even more.

You let him adjust in your arms, moving so his body was in between your legs so you could wrap your arms around him from behind, his head leaning back against you as he continued to watch the show, seemingly losing himself in the sitcom reality like his mother does.

A couple minutes later, you can hear the sound of someone walking down the stairs slowly, your head tilting to see Wanda running a hand through her hair in a stressed manner, her tense green catching yours. She notices how your eyes and smile aren't as bright as before, the way Tommy spoke to you causing disappointment to rise within her, despite now knowing all the sick and twisted lies Vision put into his head to cause the outburst.

Her gaze then flickers over to Billy who's snuggled into you, her features softening at the sight before her before she realised how hard the last day must have been for Billy, her pace increasing as she steps off the stairs, making her way over to the sofa you were on.

"Dorogoy," she murmurs, gaining Billy's attention and opening her arms up for a hug, the boy leaving your embrace for his mother's as she speaks to him in Sokovian, you staying out of it as they have their moment. He runs off to the kitchen after speaking to Wanda, the older woman telling him he could go and get some snacks to bring in for you all, so she could talk to you alone for a minute.

"How's Tommy?" you ask tentatively, her resting her head against your shoulder, letting out a deep sigh as your perfect day had been tainted.

"Angry and confused," she whispers, "He's calming down now and will apologise to you later," her words become firm at the end, signalling her disapproval of his actions.

"What happened?" Your hand interlocks with hers, eyes searching hers for any sort of emotion that you could make out, the green mixed with anger, sadness and annoyance as she lifts her head to face you properly.

"Vision's convinced him you want to replace him and that you don't even love me, you're apparently only with me to spite him it seems. He also kept saying how we were wrong," she mutters, your face conveying your irritation with the man, her making an expression of agreement. "What's Billy said?"

"Vision was 'being mean to me' and Billy tried to stick up for me, but that only resulted in him being sent to his room and not spoken to until they got in the car earlier," her jaw visibly clenches at Vision's actions, so hard you're scared she's going to hurt her teeth.

"I'm going to kill that man," she grits out, your hand cupping her jaw and letting her lean into your palm, her eyes fluttering shut as she tries to calm down, knowing Billy will be back soon.

"Mom, can you help me reach the big bowl?" Billy calls out shyly at the door frame, his gaze flickering away when you both turn your head at the sound of his voice. She sighs out softly once more, quickly leaning in to peck your lips for some comfort before standing up.

"Of course, Dorogoy, what are we having?" she asks in a gentle tone, ushering the boy back to the kitchen.

***

You're currently sitting on the sofa with Billy, his hand digging into the bowl of popcorn while the film Cars plays, the end race consuming all of the boy's attention. Wanda, on the other hand, is completely disinterested by the film, murmuring how she was going to check on Tommy as he still hadn't come down yet, his mother worried about him.

You watch her climb up the stairs, your brows furrowed with concern for the other twin. You understood that his words were put into his mouth by Vision, but that didn't mean they still didn't hurt. You would forgive him, you knew that, but you couldn't get rid of the heavy weight in your chest that had settled there.

A couple minutes later, two sets of steps come down the stairs, your head not turning as you watch the climax of the race with nostalgia, remembering your excitement the first time you watched the film all those years ago.

"Y/n?" calls a timid and nervous Tommy, Wanda standing behind him with her hands on his shoulders, squeezing them in an encouraging manner. "Can I talk to you, please?" The boy doesn't meet your gaze, looking at his sleeves instead while your gaze meets Wanda's, her face softening at your small smile.

"Of course," your tone is calm, not finding it any use to be angry at the boy and make it even harder for him. "Let's go to the kitchen?" He nods his head in response, moving reluctantly out of his mothers arms to the kitchen, you doing the same as you leave Billy on the sofa, pausing in your tracks when you get to Wanda.

"Thank you for being so mature, Detka,"she whispers in appreciation, worry evident on her face at her son's newfound sadness and distress. "I know this isn't fair on you-"

"It's ok," you whisper in reassurance, placing a quick kiss to her cheek as you go to follow the boy, Wanda watching you from the hallway.

"Y/n?" Tommy murmurs quietly as you lean against the kitchen counter, the boy sitting on one of the chairs. "I...I'm sorry for what I said earlier." He doesn't meet your gaze, guilt taking over him as he had time to realise how nasty his words were. "I didn't mean any of it. I need you here with us," his tone quiet but genuine, eyes hesitantly flickering up to look at you, his shoulders relaxing at seeing your calm gaze, expecting to see anger. "I was just so angry and confused," he mutters, "I know that shouldn't be an excuse but-" When he starts to ramble, seeming to stress himself out, you interrupt his apology.

"It's ok Tommy," your tone is nothing but soft to ease his nerves, "I won't lie and say the words didn't hurt, but I know you didn't mean them, did you?"

"No," he quickly rushes out, making you smile a little.

"Good," you sigh out, opening your arms out for him to hug you, to which he does so swiftly. "Just remember to think about what you say to other people, alright? Because words can really hurt people, and it's not fair to them if they don't deserve to be hurt."

"I will," he mutters into your shirt, still hugging you tightly. "I'm sorry again," he whispers, your arms moving to his shoulders to push away from the embrace slightly so you could look at him.

"Come on, let's go join the others," your tone soft as you guide him back to the living room, the boy jumping on the sofa next to his brother and whispering something to him privately while you join Wanda on the other sofa. You flop in the seat a little dramatically, the older woman chuckling at your antics before tucking her feet under her body and letting her body lean into yours.

"Thank you for being kind to him," she whispers, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you wrap your arm around her, your smile not quite as wide. Despite your maturity and the kindness you showed to Tommy, you couldn't help but overthink his words now as you all sat together, insecurities and doubts cruelly coming to gnaw at your mind despite your adamance to not be annoyed with the boy. It wasn't his fault you repeated in your mind, it was Vision's, but that didn't mean the words couldn't be true.

Did you ruin their family?

Just like you ruined yours?

No.

You refused to go down that dark spiral of thoughts, doing your best to remember all the comforting words Wanda whispered to you lovingly, reassuring you that it wasn't your fault. It wasn't.

During your inner turmoil, Wanda noticed how you seemed to tense next to her, becoming restless as you shifted continuously by her side, seemingly agitated by something. She was worried that you would overthink Tommy's words and she could tell you were while everyone was watching something else on the Tv, her hand moving to squeeze your leg to try and bring you back to reality.

"I love you Detka," she murmurs in your ear, her tone laced with tenderness as she tried to subtly comfort you with the twins nearby, your hand moving to grasp hers, playing with her fingers as you fidgeted a little, the old nervous habit seeming to come back.

"I love you too," you whisper, meeting her eyes to convey the honesty behind your words, only breaking the gaze at the sound of laughter spilling from the twins lips, trying to enjoy the afternoon as much as you could.

***

As soon as the bedroom door shut, you were engulfed into the older woman's arms, head resting on her shoulder while she let her hands glide up and down your sides, noticing how crestfallen you seemed. You didn't want to be put down by the words, knowing he didn't mean them but you couldn't stop thinking what if you did ruin it for them? What if-

"Detka," Wanda murmurs against your hair, her hands at your waist as she guides you towards the bed, letting your body fall onto it first before she straddles your lap, not in a sexual way, just trying to bring you two as close as you could physically be. Her arms loosely wrap around the back of your neck, your arms snaking around her middle while your head moves to rest against her chest, listening to the calming sound of her steady heartbeat. The older woman knew you loved hugging her like this, being able to feel all of her pressed against you in a tight embrace, so she let you savour the moment briefly, the room being enveloped in a comfortable silence until you spoke up.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, making the older woman frown. You had nothing to be sorry for. "I know it wasn't his fault but I just-" you sigh, interrupting yourself as you try to piece together your thoughts. "Did I?" You ask, voice cracking a little, Wanda's heart clenching at how hurt you look. "Did I ruin your family?" Her hands immediately move to cup your cheeks, confusion evident on her face as how could you possibly think that?

"No," she says with no hesitation, searching your eyes to see the doubt still there, your insecurities winning the battle. "You haven't ruined anything Detka," her words firm to emphasise her point, her thumbs brushing over your cheeks as you peer up at her. "The only person here who's ruined anything is Vision," she grits out his name, unable to keep her anger at bay when thinking about him. "Y/n, Dorogaya, you are the best thing that has happened to us, to me," she confesses, your lips tugging up into a small smile, the pools of green overflowing with care. "I love you Y/n and so do the twins, in fact, I don't think I've ever seen them as happy as they are with you," her fingers move further back, softly scratching your scalp as she continues, "So please don't ever feel like you're not wanted here, that you have ruined anything because you haven't."

You lean upwards to press your lips to hers, soft lips meeting your own as your eyes flutter close, truly trying to savour the feeling of them pressed against yours firmly to show you she's there for you but also softly to show her love for you. It's slow and intimate, everything you need right now, Wanda being everything you need right now.

"How are you so perfect?" you whisper against her lips, eyes still closed as you lean your forehead against hers, her lips tugging up into a smile. She remembers when you first said that to her, at the end of the twin's birthday party when it was just you two outside, Wanda desperately wanting to kiss you that night, to hold you tight and promise you everything was going to be alright.

"I'm not perfect, Detka," she murmurs back, your lips tugging into a matching smile as she replies back in the same way as she did all those months ago.

"You are to me," your tone barely above a whisper as she claims your lips against for an intimate kiss, both of you pouring your emotions into it before pulling back, simply relishing in the embrace while processing her earlier words.

Not soon later, you were both cuddled up under the sheets, legs a tangle of limbs as your head rested on her chest, arm wrapped around her middle to keep her as close as possible. She hummed a soft Sokovian lullaby, the room filled with a comfortable atmosphere as your eyes fluttered closed, an idea popping into your mind at something she said earlier in your sleepy state.

"How are we going to kill Vision?" you mumble against her shirt, partly asleep, Wanda unable to stop the laughter spilling from her lips, hand coming up to hide her giggle as her nose scrunched at your random words. Her eyes sparkled with joy as she looked down at you, her mind thinking this is why she loved you, you would always make her laugh, no matter what. "I'm sure Nat knows how to hide a body," you mutter, voice slightly muffled against her chest as you spoke, torn between letting sleep completely take over you and staying awake to enjoy her company.

"Let's talk about that in the morning," she whispers lovingly and playfully, brushing some of your hair out of your face as you're already drifting off, her smiling down at your adoringly as you sleep on her, "Sweet dreams, Moya Lyubov." 

[latelyanobsession]

Hello dear <3 what about X, F, and O for Billy Hargrove? a tiny smooch for your great writing :*

F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they wanna get married?) 

Billy can be fairly skittish when it comes to commitment. He acts very detached and uncaring about the subject, maybe he even avoids it at times. He certainly doesn't enjoy conversations about it and has offloaded more than a few partners who were considering it.

Long-term and married life is not something Billy has ever thought about. It's not something he thinks he's entitled to. He doesn't deserve it. He's not cut out for it. People never tend to stick around for long in his life. You may have managed to last this long but he's always fighting down this feeling in the back of his mind that it will all come crashing down someday and he shouldn't get his hopes up. That there's no point in dreaming. There's no point in reaching for fairy tales. Just make the good times last. And when it all dries up? He'll grab a couple sixers, drown his sorrows, and call it squared.

O - Open (When do they open up about themselves?)

Billy is someone who has learned throughout his life that vulnerability comes at a high price. That sensitivity is a negative trait. That showing your softer side is a weakness and it gets you hurt. He is a very suspicious, cautious, and guarded person. He looks distant and uncaring because he takes time to size up every person before interacting with them. When he determines it is safe to interact with others, he showboats, flexes, dominates, and intimidates in an attempt to prove how invulnerable, strong, and confident he is.

It is most likely that Billy would not intend to open up to you. You would be subject to his armored display as much as any other person. It would be a matter of whether or not you could find the chinks and begin coaxing out that sensitive and scared boy behind it. In shared moments, he may offer small tokens about himself to test your authenticity. If you take genuine interest in the information he shares and offer him a safe and understanding space he would begin to unwind himself somewhat but would still always be holding back just enough that he could always flee at a moment's notice.

X - Xtra (Random HC)

Billy gets fussy over you when you look a little "too nice" on date night. If your shirt is open wider than his, he starts readjusting the shoulders for you. If your jewelry draws more attention and sparkle, there's suddenly an arm around you and Billy chastising you for wearing everything you own out the door. "You wanna get jumped?"

It's not that Billy doesn't want you to flaunt it, but he worries. He worries so damn much that someone that looks this good (even better than him) might leave him. He doesn't always believe that you dress to impress him. Or that those little one-night wonders are solely for him. So he dims your light sometimes to soothe his own anxieties.

F - Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Billy's favorite position is without a doubt, 'face down, ass up'. Whether that's a traditional doggy, some variation, or bending a partner over some manner of furniture, he gets what he wants. He wants angle and depth with every stroke.

His other favorites involve a little more work on his part and a lot of flexibility on your part, but if managed it's all the better for you both. A wildcard favorite of his is when he rolls you to your side, pinning one of your legs beneath him and wrapping the other around his hip. Taking you this way he can get all the depth he wants while watching your face scrunch and your jaw slacken each time he rams that sweet spot inside you. He additionally has better flexibility to play with you, should he so desire.

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Billy has a strong preference for giving, and that's an understatement. It has little to do with control and more to do with praise. He spends his days constantly feeling or being outright told that what he does is wrong. But when he has you on your back, with your nails imprinting crescents into his shoulders, and your spine coiled tighter than a spring? He knows he's doing something right. He's doing good. Hearing you choke and gasp as you throw your head into the pillows is the closest he's come to an "atta boy!" in weeks and he's greedy for more. He wants to nip and pluck at the thin skin below your ear until your hips grind and buck against his. He wants to bite and suck at your tongue until you whimper and shiver in his arms. He's so hungry to please you because you always provide that confirmation. That he's wanted.

This is in comparison to his near indifference at times to receiving. Billy craves a lot of stimulation and bores easily, so holding still to be gone down on rarely works for him unless you get exotic and trail your tongue further south... Ever the adventurer, he will nearly fall to pieces if you eat him out. Tease him a good while, and he will be the most agreeable you've ever seen him.

X - X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Billy is generously proportioned but by no means intimidating in size. He's uncircumcised with a deep rosy head that fully pushes back against the foreskin when he's at his peak. His sheath can be deceiving, making him appear visually longer with a graceful upward curve to his erect shaft. He hits all the right places just by the default of his nature. What he packs the most is girth. Heavy in hand, and warm on the tongue. You always feel empty when he pulls out.

[half-oz-eddie]

tw neil hargrove, slurs, toxic masculinity

I read this heartbreaking post about Neil being a neglectful father to an infant Billy.

Consider this though:

Neil was a great dad for the early years of Billy’s life. Billy was the apple of his eye. He thought he’d be special, maybe a baseball legend—a man’s man, just like his dear old dad.

But after the first 3 or so years, the novelty quickly wore off. Because Billy cries. He's a mama's boy. He’s sensitive. He's "coddled too much." He likes the beach and surfing and reading books. He loves the ocean because it's beautiful. “You’re turning our son into a faggot.”

Billy’s parents would fight over Billy’s clothes, his hair, his interests. “He needs to put those damn books down and go outside, play baseball, learn to be a man.”

And when Billy is nothing like Neil’s idea of him, Neil resents Billy. As much as Billy tries to toughen himself up to please his dad, Neil can see through Billy’s hard shell and he pokes and prods at him, breaking him down any chance he can get. Because Billy will always be soft and sensitive underneath. And Neil knows that.

He will never be the son Neil wanted. And Neil will never appreciate the son he has.

[bookshelf-dust]

Hii love!! I absolutely LOVE your works and was wondering if you could write a fic where Billy finds the readers s/h scars and asks about it? The reader kinda opens about why they did and Billy is super confused about why you would purposely hurt yourself, but he swears to himself he’d never let you do that again?? If not, that’s perfectly fine, i know this topic is pretty sensitive to people🤍🤍

billy hargrove x fem!reader

word count: 2,513

warnings: SH trigger warning!! please heed that. mentions of self harm (specifically cutting), scars described, areas on skin. all scars are healed and reader has recovered. please do not read this if this will make you uncomfortable. this is meant to be comforting and let you know that things do get better. it is about acceptance and change.

a/n: anon!! thank you for this idea. i just want to put it out there that i’m not taking requests for the foreseeable future, and haven’t been for quite awhile, but i got sent this and i felt really compelled to write it because it’s something that’s important to me. i felt like i could do it justice, at least a little bit, and i really hope that it will provide you with some comfort. this is something close to my heart, and my goal here is that it will reach someone the right way and encourage them to keep going. i love you all so much!! please go easy on me as i’ve never written anything like this before. also did a bit of a different format! anyway, mwah! 🥰

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Billy knows you’re shy. Of course he does. 

But he wants you to feel as comfortable with him as he does with you. He’s never felt as relaxed and safe as he does when he’s around you. Hell, he’s never allowed himself to let his guard down in this way. 

Inviting you to sleep over was his olive branch, hoping you’d have a space where you could be fully you. He has the house to himself, and he knows that will help ease your anxiety. All Billy wants is to give you all that you’ve given him. And maybe more.

Billy had just stripped, pulling on sweats and an old t-shirt, not caring whether you saw him in his underwear. He’s yours anyway. Sure, you haven’t gone very far in your relationship, but he still wants you to see how comfortable you’ve made him. He’s never done this casual intimacy thing before. 

“I’ll be just a second, okay?” You give him a gentle smile, feet softly padding against the worn hardwoods, sleeve brushing the door frame as you walk by. 

Billy watches you walk out of his room with your pajamas tucked under your elbow. “Okay, baby.” 

He busies himself while you’re gone, straightening the bed, finding the tv remote. (He’d never be allowed to roll it into his room if he weren’t home alone.) He figures you’re taking your makeup off too, maybe doing something with your hair, and heads to the kitchen to make some popcorn for you both to share. 

In the bathroom, you take a deep breath as you pull on your nightgown. You don’t pride yourself in having nice or fancy things to sleep in, but you felt like bringing this with you because it’s one of the few things you own that makes you feel pretty. Something about a freshly washed face and the soft fabric make you all…content. 

You stare at yourself in the mirror. The gown is not tight by any means, and actually a color that brings out your eyes. It has little bows on the sleeves and a tiny strip of lace at the hem. You don’t tend to dress for anyone but yourself, but you do think Billy will like this. Some part of you craves that feeling. 

He’s never even seen your legs before, much less your collarbones. And not because you’re trying to be modest, but because it’s been cold and any other opportunity hasn’t presented itself. Showing someone so much of yourself is harder than you anticipated. And you anticipated quite a bit of work. 

You inhale and exhale deeply, shaking out your arms. You can’t help but be nervous. You’ve never slept over with a boy before. But it’s Billy. Your Billy. What is there to be worried about?

Billy returns to his bedroom shortly after you’ve sat down and queued up the movie for you both to watch. You take the popcorn he offers you, the socks that are much too big, and snuggle into the worn pillows propped up against his headboard. 

You’re sitting too far away for Billy’s liking, munching on your snack and trying to focus on the beginning of Nightmare on Elm Street as if you haven’t seen it over ten times. His eyes can’t stop dragging over your bare legs. This is the first time he’s seen them, and he wants you and all that skin closer.

“Baby,” he drawls.

You can feel his big blue eyes on you, but for once you really are paying attention. “Yeah?” you hum, licking butter from the tip of your thumb.

You don’t even look over at him, and Billy lets out a huff of a laugh. The noise prompts you to spare a glance in his direction, but he’s already got an arm wrapped around your thigh, yanking you across the sheets until you’re pressed against his side. 

He tries not to convey how excited he is that he can feel the warmth of your skin on his, how soft your inner thigh feels. He frees you though, laughing at the “Oomph” you let out before settling yourself more comfortably. 

You swing your leg over both of Billy’s, handing him your popcorn remains and resting your head on his shoulder. He happily sticks his hand in your little bowl, eating what you’d left behind. 

As the movie progresses and Billy finishes all the popcorn, you shift further and further into him. It makes Billy so happy to see you act so comfortable around him. This is everything he was hoping for. He sets your empty bowls on his side table and wipes his hands clean with the wet rag he’d brought with him.

You’re engrossed in the movie, laughing every now and then at something you shouldn’t find funny, or clutching at Billy’s fingers when you get stressed out during a tense moment.

God, he’s so happy to be with you. If he could make this night last forever, he would. Billy kisses the top of your head and wraps an arm around your back, his hand coming to rest on the top of your thigh. You don’t think much of the gesture, only feeling a shiver run down your spine at the contact. At his warm hand on your skin.

Your skin.

Your nightgown has ridden up a bit, and suddenly you register exactly where Billy’s hand is. You take a deep breath, hoping he won’t rub your thigh and feel what you’ve avoided showing him for so long. 

You try not to worry, try to keep your focus on the movie, but you can’t. Your bubble has popped. You want to adjust your nightgown, but you’re afraid to draw more attention to the area, afraid to offend him and make him think you don’t want his touch. 

Billy’s thumb starts to stroke back and forth on your skin. You can feel the exact moment he registers that it doesn’t feel the way it should. The way your arms do, the way the soft backs of your hands do when he takes them in his. 

You feel him sit up slightly, crane his head to look at you. At your thigh.

Upon touching your leg, Billy had expected smooth skin. But he met ridges. Bumps. Lines of raised skin. He knew that wasn’t normal, and it sent a surge of curiosity or maybe even concern through him. 

What he sees confuses him. What happened to your leg? 

“Baby? What’s that?”

He’s sitting up fully now, prompting you to do the same before you fall against the bed. 

The longer he looks at it, the more confused he gets. There are scars on your leg. They’re not big, but there are a lot of them. So many that it’s scaring him. Some thin, some thicker. Different shades of scar tissue and scratched skin that never returned to its original state. 

They aren’t fresh, no, not at all. They are all healed. But he’s so confused because he’s gotten lots of cuts and bruises throughout his life, and they’ve never looked like yours do. They don’t look like a normal injury does. These look…deliberate. And he doesn’t understand.

You turn around and sit on your knees. I guess it’s now or never, you think. If you don’t tell yourself that, you’ll probably throw up. And if you hadn’t moved so far past this, you’d feel even worse. 

“They’re scars,” you say, rubbing your elbow. 

Billy flicks your knee, mainly because he doesn’t know how to react, his other hand rubbing down his face. “No shit.”

Your heart is pounding despite the fact that this is something you have long overcome and are not ashamed of. Even still, there is a part of you that hopes he won’t be disgusted with you. It’s the same part that hasn’t let the relationship go as far as you’d like it to. 

“I put them there.”

Billy blinks. Even if some part of him knew that’s where this was headed, he still can’t wrap his head around that. “What?” 

His eyes dart to your leg again, wondering if the scars are more extensive than what he can see. He’s scared of how badly you’ve hurt yourself. If he’s not careful, his eyes will glaze over. 

“A few years ago. You know how I’ve mentioned my depression and anxiety? And how I have medicine? How it was hard for me to go on dates with you at first or how sometimes I get standoffish?” 

He nods, encouraging you to continue.

“Well, you’ve been really good at reassuring me and understanding my panic attacks and stuff, and I’ve gotten a lot better at managing these things. But before all of that, before how I am now, I had no one. I was all alone, and I couldn’t deal with my feelings. So I took it out on myself. I started cutting myself as a way to cope.” You hate to admit all of this, but he deserves to know.

You start fidgeting with your fingertips and break eye contact with him. Billy’s lips have formed a stern pout, his brows knitting together in a way that shows he’s trying to understand you. To him, he really is just trying to comprehend this. But to you, that’s the look of shame you’ve been awaiting. You don’t want to be looked at that way.

You sit on your hands and stare at a string that’s come loose from your worn-in comforter. 

“Anyway, I didn’t have anyone to help me. I couldn’t talk about how sad and lonely and angry I was, and I certainly wasn’t ready for a doctor. I kept it all in, figuring it was safer that way. But that got to me, and I chose to take it out on myself. There.” You touch your thigh. “Here and here.” Your fingers brush your stomach and hip. “Here too.” Your forearm. I know it’s horrible, but that’s what I chose to do. And I wouldn’t ever want someone else to choose that.” 

“I didn’t want to die, I just wanted the hurt to stop. I needed an outlet for all of those suffocating feelings, and that was what I did. Hurting myself helped me feel better because at least I was expressing something. And I was able to punish myself for being so unlike everyone else. So quiet, so hard to love, so different.”

Your heart is pounding but you steal a quick glance at Billy. He can’t fight the emotion from showing on his face anymore. He feels his eyelashes getting thick with tears that are threatening to spill at any moment. 

“I know this is probably hard to understand. I know you might be disgusted with me. But I guess it’s better that you know, right? I should’ve been more open about it with you sooner to avoid it being so…complicated.”

You stop, not really knowing what else there is to say. You’re hoping that this will encourage him to say something. Anything. You’d be happy to answer a question at this point.

Billy brings the hem of his shirt up to wipe his eyes. You wince, feeling awful for making him emotional over this. 

He takes a moment to try and wrap his head around what he’s just heard. He’s had a habit of self-medicating with alcohol, with cigarettes, hell, even ego lifting shit he shouldn’t at the gym. But everyone copes differently, right? You wouldn’t do what he does. He wouldn’t do what his dad does.

He just can’t bear the thought of thinking that someone would physically do that to themselves. That you, his perfect girl, would be feeling so low that you’d make yourself bleed just in search of relief from the pain. He can’t understand it, but at the same time, he sees that it comes in different forms. 

Billy reaches out for your hands, waiting for you to take them. The pressure behind your eyes immediately softens at the gesture.

“Don’t apologize to me, okay? I’m just trying to process.” He lifts your hand to his mouth and kisses your warm skin.

“Okay.”

He kisses each of your knuckles in turn, maintaining eye contact all the while. He straightens, not letting go of your fingers. “I don’t like to think about you being in any sort of pain. Imagining you doing that to yourself…fuckin’ breaks my heart.” 

You tilt your head, scanning his face. He’s hurting for you, and you want to take it away. “It’s okay, Billy. I’m so much better now.”

“But I wish that I’d known you when you were hurting so damn bad. Y-you were alone, and I’m angry that no one was there to pull you out. I would’ve helped you.”

You squeeze his hands. “Billy, baby. I wouldn’t have let you help me.”

“Why?” he asks, his voice cracking. 

“Because I didn’t want to get better. I was comfortable in an endless cycle of hurt, and I had to be the one to finally change something.”

Billy leans forward until his forehead is resting against your chest. “I’m so sorry that you had to deal with that, and I know you sure as hell don’t want my pity, but I just can’t have you ever be in pain.”

You weave your fingers into the hair at the base of his neck. “I know, Billy. I’m okay, I promise? I’ve worked really hard to be okay.”

He straightens, cupping your face. “God, I know you have. I’m never gonna let you hurt like that again, you hear me?”

“I hear you, Billy. That’s not a place I ever want to return to.”

He leans in and kisses you with so much passion, using his lips to say more than he could ever form into words, that it leaves you feeling dazed. Loved.

“I’m so proud of you,” Billy says. 

You smile at him, and if he weren’t already sitting, he’d need to because of how weak you make him. 

“Thank you for respecting me and not treating me differently. You have no idea how much that means.”

Billy’s hands slide down to rest on your collar bones. “Why on earth would I treat you differently? Have people before? If anything it shows me how much of a fucking star you are, because you got through that all on your own. You got through it and now I have the pleasure of being yours.” 

You feel like someone’s poured warm water down your back. “People are usually awful about it, yeah. But that doesn’t matter. I’m grateful that you’re so accepting. And I want to be more open with you.”

“You don’t ever have to worry about that, baby. I’m working on my patience, so I’m happy to wait and learn every inch of you. Inside and out.” He winks at you, hoping to coax out a smile. It works.

“I’m so glad I got to this point,” you admit to him. You never say that out loud. 

“Fuck, so am I.” He kisses your forehead. “My best girl.”