#billy knight x female reader

[usedtobecooler]

Oh my fuck if you used your writerly powers for Billy Knight *chews on pillow*

How about making Billy come twice, he'd be so desperate to be good for you but overstimulated and a mess. Can be from riding him until he's hard again, sucking him off, idk my eyeballs are gonna explode if I think about it too much 😱

Pairing | Billy Knight x fem!reader

Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), handjobs (not really, it's over his pants lol), oral m receiving, piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it kids), dubious content (possibly? it's very much wanted but billy doesn't voice his consent), premature ejaculation, overstimulation, mentions of poor mental health, mentions of medication, mention of physical ticks, health facility setting, fluff, angst, billy is incredibly touch starved.

Word Count | 3k

A/N | this was purely self-indulgent because i love billy so much, i've not proofread it so if you see any mistakes no you didn't

"Bill, how longs it been since a girl touched you?" You ask quietly, leaning out to rest your hand on his knee. You don't miss the way his leg jerks a little under the touch, like you'd burned him with a match.

"I don't - I don't know. Not since I was in school, a while ago." Billy's voice is thick, wet, accent shining through with every word he speaks. You can tell he's mortified by your question, the way his tick kicks up a little after being stagnant the whole of your visit so far, the constant swiping of his nose turning it red raw.

You wince a little at his confession, can't help but screw your face up - it's obvious that you look sad for him. He hadn't had it easy his whole adulthood, really, being constantly in and out of hospital for various mental health disorders meant that he was starved in the affection department, too busy trying to get better before he could focus on a girl.

He looks like he's getting better, that you can tell. He was finally allowed visitors in his room, not in the mess hall, which meant he was being trusted alone without constant supervision. He also just looked cleaner cut; the black Henley adorning his toned torso suited him so much better than the baggy grey hoodie he always wore. His hair was neat, combed back, though his stubbly beard still remained.

He looked nicer with it, you thought. Not so much like a scared schoolboy, it made him look older in a more masculine way. He'd told you the medication was helping, too, that he was sleep schedule was improving and he wasn't so anxiety ridden all the time, scared that somebody was coming to get him.

This private place had been better than anywhere the NHS had sent him, clearly having money was the big factor in whether mental health sufferers really ever got the help they needed. You didn't pry him on where the money came from to pay for the treatment, sometimes it was better to stay out of the Knights' business.

"Where were you, uh, going with this?" Billy's shaky voice snaps you out of your trance, and you realise you'd been staring back and forth between his face, chest and crotch unabashedly this entire time. Your cheeks heat up, and you glance away to look at the clock ticking behind his head, suddenly becoming so interesting.

"You'll think I'm being so silly," You sputter, subtly fanning your face with your hand that wasn't still slapped on Billy's knee, in a bid to cool down a little, embarrassment taking over your whole body, "I just thought that, maybe, it'd help you relax a little if you, or if I helped you... take the edge off."

Billy cocks his head to the side, confusion etching onto his features before it dawns on him exactly what you meant. He flushes a deep red, "Oh, um. The prescription pills they have me on s-sort of... stop me from being able to f-finish, uh, lot of the time."

You're the reason he's stuttering, you know that and it's making you want to lunge at him and wrap him up in a big hug to calm him down. You've clearly mortified him with your question, too forward and full on for somebody who may as well still have been a virgin with the amount of time that'd gone by since he'd last been in any sexual encounter that wasn't with his own right hand.

"I can... well I can try?" You say it like it's a question, eyes flitting back to look at him once more, the heat on his face making him look even more endearing, his long dark lashes fanning across the tips of his cheeks as he closes his eyes and sucks in a sharp breath.

Your hand had inched further up his thigh without you even realizing, and you gasp when the back of your hand brushes against his obvious erection through his dark jogging bottoms. You question now if it's not actually embarrassment that's making him flush so dark - but arousal instead.

"You'll tell me if I'm reading this wrong, yeah?" You ask him gently, voice barely above a whisper as you slide your palm over his cock through the thick material of his pants, clear outline making it obvious he had no underwear on underneath. Your breath hitches as you go to curl your hand around his length, so thick that your fingers can't wrap around it fully.

You're watching in awe as a wet patch starts to form on the soft cotton, dampening it until it's stained darker, whilst you go between ghosting your hand up and down gently and squeezing softly. Billy can't rip his eyes away from you, drifting back and forth between your shocked face and your hand grasping at him.

"I'm gonna cum, darlin'. Sorry, shit," Billy's hand claws onto the leather arm of his chair and he's hunching in on himself, coming with a low, gruff moan, painting the inside of his sweatpants with his release.

Your eyes widen in shock, a gasp escaping your lips as you sit back and take in what just happened. Your thighs clench, a wave of heat overcoming your body at the thought of him coming undone so easily under your touch.

"M'sorry, this is so embarrassing." Billy's whiny little voice breaks the silence, he throws his head back and rubs at his face with his hands. They're big enough that they completely engulf his features, making his head seem small in comparison. In that split second, you decide you want - no, need to have his hands all over you. You needed to show him what it was like to touch a girl, feel her go pliant under his touch.

"It's not." You say it all too quick, hand tearing away from his crotch to grab at his arm and pull his hands away from his face so he could look at you properly. His eyes are watering, big brown orbs clearly showing his distress and it makes your heart ache, "It's not embarrassing, Bill. It's normal, you've not been touched by another person in, what, seven years? Maybe longer? Don't feel like you should be better at this."

You slip out of your own chair across from Billy, sliding onto your knees in front of him with a dull thud, shuffling between his spread legs, "Can I touch you again? Proper this time?" Your voice is barely above a whisper, batting your lashes at him prettily, "I promise I'll make it good for you."

Billy shakes out a stuttered sigh, cock already kicking up again in interest at the thought of your bare flesh connecting with his own. You're so gorgeous, he's thought about you in this way for so long, but he always thought you'd do better than him. That you could do better than him.

He thought you were only still friendly with him out of pity, at the end of the day you had been Jimmy's friend first. You hadn't had any dealings with Jimmy in years, yet you always still checked in with Billy, visited often. Maybe it was because you knew he didn't really have any other friends, nobody to look out for him but you.

Billy hazards a glance down at you when he feels your fingers brush over the waistband of his soiled sweats, helps you by lifting his hips up when you tug at them to pull them down. You leave them to pool at his ankles, no patience to take them off completely.

He's fully hard again just at the sight of you on your knees in front of him, leaky tip slapping against his belly, his previous load still glistening down his shaft, perfect for using to lube him up.

"Can I put my mouth on you?" You ask tentatively, fingers ghosting over his balls, up his shaft to wrap deftly around the tip. You pull his foreskin down a little to reveal the mushroom shaped head, another blurt of precum shooting out of his slit and coating your thumb.

Billy never does reply to you, too entranced with the look of your hand on his bare skin, your own flesh feeling so hot it almost burns, searing through his sensitive spots.

You shuffle forward a bit more, mouth hovering over the head of his cock so you can spit a glob of saliva onto it for extra lubricant. Billy hisses, big doe eyes staring at you, unblinking, in awe of you and what you're doing for him.

When your lips finally wrap around the tip, you can't help the moan that leaves you. He tastes salty but clean as you suck and lick at him, heady in such a delicious way it intoxicates you, clouds your senses. You move your hand a bit lower so you can take more of him in, having to bring up your other hand to wrap with it so you can cover his shaft properly.

He's so thick, stretching your mouth wide and cracking your lips. You sink down a bit further, taking more of his cock in until you're gagging, throat closing up around him.

You can hear Billy's fingernails scratching at the leather of the chair, his hips stuttering up into your mouth in a telltale sign that he's close to coming already. His belly is shaking, moans escaping him in quick presession like he can't contain them.

You can't let him come like this; you had to have his cock in you before your visit was over, your core ached for it, your panties feeling damp just from touching him. Billy consumed your entire being, had you feeling needy and desperate.

When you release his dick with a 'pop' he sputters out a little whine, a clear sign that he was so close to the edge before you finished what you were doing.

You look up at him through wet lashes, his face burning a deep purple and the veins on his neck popping from the strain of him struggling not to come. You get up off your knees, pulling your tights down your legs along with your panties so that you're bare from the bottom down, sliding your shirt up over your head to just leave you in a bra on top.

"What're you, shit," Billy struggles to get his words out, ticking and wiping his nose with the backs of his fingers, "what're you doing?"

"Can I ride you?" You ask gently, edging closer to him and kicking his feet until his legs are a bit closer together. Billy nods, and you take that as permission to mount him, spread legs bracketing his hairy thighs.

You flip your skirt up a little, reaching behind you to grab at the base of Billy's cock. You rub the tip in between your folds, all whilst watching him and you don't miss the way his eyes roll back, head tipping so his stubbly neck is bared to you.

You take it slowly, sliding down inch by inch until your cunt is nestled against his groin, thatch of dark pubes tickling your delicate skin. You feel so full it's delicious, his thick cock feeling like it was made to be nestled deep in you.

Billy instinctively reaches out to grab at your hips, stilling you from moving until he got used to the feeling of your soaking wet cunt enveloping him. He breathes in and out deeply, not even baring to look at you, worried he'd blow his load immediately if he did.

You bring your hands out to gently brush over his cheeks, silently forcing him to look at you, which he does eventually. He's just so pretty, his big brown orbs watery and bloodshot, his plump red lips bitten, his cute nose darkened from the constant rubbing as he ticked.

He was so perfect you couldn't fucking stand it. You let your knees do some work for you, finally lifting up a few inches and sinking back down to the hilt. Billy's eyes flutter shut, a high-pitched moan leaving him, the feeling of your sopping, gummy cunt tightening around him feeling fucking heavenly.

You pick up a steady pace quickly, letting yourself be consumed by Billy completely. His big hands running up and down from your waist to your hips and back again, his moans and whimpers clouding your head, his thick cock nudging at your insides so deliciously it made you ache.

You remove your hands from his face, reaching to unclasp your bra and let it fall, baring your tits to him. You shake him gently to make him open his eyes, so he can get a good eyeful. What you don't expect is for him to lean forward immediately and latch onto your left nipple, suckling gently.

"Oh, Billy," You're a moaning mess above him, your cunt feeling so full, whole body on fire with the feeling of his body hard pressed against yours. He's mouthing at your breasts, sucking on your nipples as if his life depended on it.

He's whining, hips stuttering up against yours to meet your bounces. There's no real rhythm to it, his inexperience clear as day, but you're struggling to care with how good he's making you feel. The catch and drag of the head of his cock brushing your spongey spot, making your pussy slicker than before.

"God, darling, I'm so sorry," Billy groans, letting go of your nipple and kissing along the swell of your tit instead, whining out as you speed up a little, helping him chase his orgasm, "I'm gonna cum, fuck."

"Do it, babe, s'okay," You moan, tugging at his hair a little to get him to crane his neck up, to finally press a kiss to his lips. That's what does it for him, has his hips stuttering against yours as he comes deep inside of you.

He opens his mouth to moan, and you take that as your opportunity to deepen the kiss, slipping your tongue into his mouth to lap lazily against his own. He shudders through his orgasm, your hips slowing down to a stop when he starts to shake with overstimulation.

He's not very good at kissing, but his plump lips and wide tongue make up for it. You find your cunt fluttering at the feeling, clamping down around his cock to milk the final bit of come out of him. You try not to be disappointed that you haven't been able to chase your own release, too focused on making Billy feel good.

You're not sure when you stop kissing, but when you do and you open your eyes again, you notice Billy's eyes are wet and his cheeks are stained with tear marks. You wipe his tears away with your thumb, smiling at him until he's forced to smile back.

"Good?" You ask gently, hips rocking subtly, his soft cock still nudging slightly against your soft spot. You try not to be pushy, knowing he'd be sensitive, but you can't help but want to do it again, the coil in your gut still wound tight with need.

Billy nods, huffing out a little, "I can - I can feel that, you know?" He says, nodding towards your soft hips moving, "It's - it's really sensitive, God."

You continue moving your hips in silence, squeezing your cunt around him, feeling his dick throbbing inside of you like it's trying to pique interest again. You really hope it does, you need to do this for a little longer, just a little.

"You can come again though, right? Let me try, please?" You're basically begging him, forehead to forehead and circling your hips back and forth on his already half hard cock and he's crying again, overcome with pleasure and sensitivity, struggling to think straight through the feeling of you on top of him.

Billy nods anyway, a silent yes and you use the leverage of your knees on the hard material of the chair to rise back up again, sinking back down softly. You do it like this until he's fully hard again, up down, up down, up down, your nails digging into the skin of his neck to keep yourself stable.

His hot hands on your waist make your skin feel like it's on fire, has your tummy coiling even tighter, the telltale sign of your own orgasm beginning to wash over you with every drag of his cock head against your gummy walls.

"That's it, Bill, God, your cock feels so good." You cry out, chasing your high until your cunt spasms around him and you feel the white-hot waves of pleasure crashing around you. A gush of slick comes from you, making your pussy impossibly wetter, so wet you feel it drip down your inner thighs onto Billy's own.

You feel like you black out for a second, only coming to when you feel Billy's hands grip onto your hips impossibly tighter so he can fuck up into you from below, his wet moans telling you he's close to coming again, too.

"Fuck, I love you, darling, shit. Love you, always have, m'so sorry, fuckfuck," Billy's hands slide up your back, tugging you until you're impaled on his cock impossibly deeper, chest pressed flush to his own as he comes for the third time, face buried into your neck tightly.

Your heart swells at his words, face flushing dark at the confession. Your insides bloom warmly, consumed with the sheer love you have for him, "I love you too, Bill. Loved you forever, was it not obvious?"

Billy's crying against your chest, hot tears spilling onto your bare chest, "No, I didn't, God, why didn't you tell me?"

"You needed to get better first, Bill." Your voice is soft, hand deftly running over his hair soothingly, "You're getting better now, though. It was time. I'm here forever, I'm not going anywhere."

You whisper encouraging words into his skin until his cries come to a stop, his shuddering body finally stilling. He'd finish his treatment, get the fuck out of here and you could start your life together.

It was the only thing keeping him focused on getting better - he needed to, to go out and see the world with you by his side.

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I regret to inform... (but also) good news about upcoming fics + name reveal

Soooo basically, I had 2 Eva requests left and I was going back and forth between working on both of them.

I am almost finished with one actually!

But sadly, I was deleting a different draft of something else I had been working on and I accidently deleted one of the Eva ones :(

the way I write is first I write everything on Tumblr (For formatting reasons) and then I copy and paste it in google docs to send to my editor, so regretfully, It wasn't backed up or anything yet since it wasn't finished. (Maybe I should start backing my work up though...)

I apologize to whichever Anon requested the one I deleted, I feel terrible, but I don't think I could recreate all the work I put into that fic so I will not be starting over.

However, I do hope you enjoy the one that will be coming out eventually.

in better news, if anyone is interested in the Marvelous Mrs. Maisel Midge x reader fic I said I would be writing, I finished that one and sent it to my editor so that one will be out extremely soon, she might actually be done with it today I think, I have to check with her.

after that comes out, I recently got another request, and to all my Moon Knight fans be ready because it is another Angsty MK fic!!!

but of course, The Eva fic I have already been working on will be done and posted before that one :)

lastly, I have a couple other Midge x reader ideas that miiight make it to the drafting stage but we will see 😌

If you haven't watched the marvelous Mrs. Maisel yet, the entire show is streaming on Amazon prime right now. It's an absolutely hilarious but also touching show (it helped me keep my sanity last semester in college) and there is no doubt in my mind that ya'll will fall in love with Midge because Rachel Brosnahan is just....PHEW. She's so gorgeous and I swear, I met her in real life twice and her gorgeous, contagious smile and beauty is just as prominent irl. So if you do happen to fall for her like I did (And my editor too actually haha) feel free to come back to my masterlist and read my fic(s) about Midge! Because there are also almost no x reader fics with Midge sadly.

Again, I sincerely apologize to whomever requested the fic that was deleted.

anyways, sorry for the long tangent! I hope ya'll will stay tuned for my other work :)

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(Yes this is the name reveal!!! haha)

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Hii there 🫶🏻 If you’re still taking drabble requests, then can you please write a soft, fluffy Joel x Reader one where Joel comes home to his shared house with you in Jackson to find you and Ellie both telling a bedtime story (in which the hero of the story very suspiciously sounds a whole lot like Joel-) to his and your very young child. And Joel just stands there in the doorway for a moment, admiring the cute scene before him as it just brings so much warmth and happiness to him, until his presence is eventually noticed and he’s gladly pulled in to join you and Ellie in the storytelling.

Ah, I just really want to see a heartwarming little moment between Joel and his little family because he truly deserves it, especially after everything he’s been through 🥺❤️‍🩹

Thank you!

Oh boy, hit me right in the feels with this one!! I hope you like the result ♥️

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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Rating: G

Warnings: None, just sweet fluff

Joel is the kind of bone deep tired only a patrol shift can leave him in. Muscles aching and brain a little fuzzy from lack of sleep, he drags himself up the front steps to his home.

He expects to find you curled up on the couch with a book, waiting up for him even though he insists you don’t have to. But you always like to be there front and center when he gets back, as much for yourself as for him. You once told him you couldn’t sleep until you’d seen him, confirmed he’s okay with your own two eyes.

But the first floor is dark and still when he enters the house. At first, he assumes you’re asleep. He sets his pack down and heads to the kitchen to put his rifle away in the pantry you converted to a gun safe. There’s three place settings still on the table, two adult plates and one plastic toddler plate with most of the food on it sporting one tiny test bite. The sight makes him smile. He just knows that his little hellion of a child gave you a hard time even consuming that.

As if conjured by his thoughts, he hears a muffled giggle and the stomping of feet from upstairs. He heads upstairs to investigate.

Only one door is open, the one marked with a little teddy bear, light spilling into the hallway, and he can clearly hear Ellie’s voice as he approaches.

He leans against the doorframe as he takes in the scene. You’re sitting cross legged in your son’s tiny toddler bed, the child in question sitting wide eyed in your lap, dark brown hair still damp from bathtime and combed neatly over his head. His chubby cheeks spread in a grin as he watches Ellie stomp around with rapt attention.

“And the brave knight stood up to the evil mushroom king, drew his sword, and said—“

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” Joel interrupts. Ellie whirls around, looking like she got caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

“Hush, Joel. Ellie was getting to the good part,” you chime in. There’s a little secret smile tilting your lips, the same one you give him in the early morning when he wakes wrapped around you, the same one you give him across the town center when he catches your eye.

He loves that smile.

“By all means, don’t let me stop you,” Joel says, gesturing with a sweep of his arm.

“Actually, you’re gonna help me, old man. Stand right there,” Ellie says. He moves as directed. “Okay, now, act scary.”

He blinks. “What?”

“Big, mean, scary. Come on, you do it all the time,” she says, exasperated. Joel glares at her, but lifts his arms overhead, making an exaggerated growling face.

“Perfect. Where were we?” Ellie asks her captive audience.

“Mushy king,” Billy’s little voice chimes. You press a kiss to his cheek.

“That’s right! Thank you, kind audience member. So, the big scary mushroom king had been stomping around the kingdom, destroying everything in his path. But one brave knight had had enough of his reign of terror!��

She brandishes Billy’s little wooden sword, squaring off against Joel. He bites back a laugh at her serious expression.

“And he said, ‘Stop, evil mushroom king! I cannot let you destroy everything I love!’,” she continues. “I will defeat you myself!”

She charges forward suddenly, moving around Joel until she’s able to jump up onto his back. She pretends to pummel him with the wooden sword and he makes all the expected battle noises. When she drops from his back, he collapses to the ground dramatically.

His son claps his little chubby hands with glee.

“And so, the brave knight defeated the mushroom king and saved the whole town!” Ellie proclaims. “And they all lived happily ever after. The end.”

You and Billy clap as Ellie takes a dramatic bow and Joel eases himself back to his feet. Ellie steps forward to press a kiss to Billy’s forehead.

“‘Night, squirt,” she says fondly before leaving the room. Joel hears her footsteps down the stairs.

“Nigh, nigh,” he replies.

You ease him off your lap, laying him with his head on his pillow. You tuck the blanket around him, handing him a worn teddy bear that he clutches to his chest.

“Goodnight, my sweet baby,” you say.

“Nigh, nigh mama,” his sleepy voice replies.

Joel steps beside you, leaning down to kiss the crown of his son’s head, soft hair tickling his chin. “‘Night, baby boy,” he whispers. “Love you.”

“Love you, dada,” he murmurs, eyes already heavy.

He straightens, turning to find you with your hand held out for him to take. He slips his palm against yours, and all feels right in this bleak world.

Because he’s home.

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Risk-aware Consensual Kink with...

Dean Winchester as a Knight of Hell and/or with the MOC

Brimstone - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: He’s exactly what she wants.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY surprise, bitch

Words: 450

Discord and Rhyme - Knight of Hell/Demon Dean x female reader

Summary: He’s on the prowl.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, rough anal sex, crying during sex, blood during sex, there’s a lot of purple prose and excessive descriptions of taste and smell here, sexual coercion, dirty talk

Words: 1,750

Nihilism - Knight of Hell/Demon Dean x female reader

Prompt: Can you tell me about the morning after going several rounds with Dean he rolls over in bed and adjusts the covers, causing you to forget your shift to be his good girl a couple more times?

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother's Dean Winchester, name-calling, rough sex, nihilistic themes, Knight of Hell Dean, fantasies of being fucked to death? Idk it’s one of mine, might as well be yours, you’re female AFAB in this scenario

Words: 800

Shattered Like A Stone - Knight of Hell/Demon Dean Winchester x original female character

Summary: The Mark is demanding, and the demon in Dean can’t deny it any more than he can deny her; it just might get everything it wants tonight.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, rough sex, bondage, multiple object insertion, suicidal ideation, darkfic, self-destruction, bloody sex, sadism and masochism, analsex, Jameson as lube, spit as lube, face fucking, Daddy as title, misogynist language, choking, strangulation, assisted suicide

Words: 6,800

Supernova - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Since Dean’s had the Mark and the Blade, he’s pulled away from you, afraid of hurting you. You miss him, and you’ve had it. One night you push him to the edge.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, bondage, blood play, biting, bruising, knifeplay, rough sex, dubcon/mindfuck

Words: 2,500

Soldier Boy

Service On The Homefront - Soldier Boy x female reader

Summary: What about the people who don’t really care much for supes?

Tags/warnings: 18+ ONLY

Words: 1300

Author’s notes: written before the premiere of live action soldier boy.

Territorial Pissing - Soldier Boy x female reader (1st person POV) x William Butcher

Summary:  My decades’ long crush on Soldier Boy was squashed when my career as a journalist taught me the real Soldier Boy story. Now, my career brings me full-circle. I promise this is not a Magic Dick trope.

Tags/warnings: 18+ ONLY, mmf threesome, Dom/sub, rough sex, ass and clit slapping, name-calling, sex with murderous misogynists,   bruising, like I said it’s rough, forced orgasms, Butcher refers to himself as Daddy and Soldier Boy mocks him for it, rimming, anal sex (both m/f and m/m), come marking, squirting, choking/breath play,   showering, sensation play (cold), Butcher checking in (bc we all know Soldier Boy won’t), illicit drug use, bondage

Words: 8k

A Well-Made Mistake - Soldier Boy x female reader

Summary: Being with Soldier Boy is like watching a slasher flick or riding a roller-coaster. Except you’re actually in the movie and there are no guard rails.

Tags/warnings: 18+ ONLY, Soldier Boy in full tactical gear railing you in a three-way mirror, degradation/humiliation, name-calling, Dom/sub undertones

Words: 1400

Billy Butcher

A.K.A. - William Butcher x female reader/you (2nd person POV)

Summary: William, Monsieur Charcutier, Butcher, Billy, asshole.

Tags/warnings: 18+ ONLY, use of the word cunt – obviously, me tryna to write a cockney accent, rough sex, girl bonding, rough blowjob

Words: 1800

Mirror, Mirror - William Butcher x female reader

Prompt: Butcher filthy talking while getting busy i feel in like an alleyway or the service hallway in a bar or similar. Somewhere crowded and dirty, like actually dirty

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, rough sex, dirty talk, public sex, Winchester brothers cameo bc this is Kripke’s world, reader is female AFAB

Words: 1,500

The Winchester Brothers

Wait Till My Brother Gets Home - Winchester brothers x female reader

Summary: She wants to lose control.

Warnings/tags: 18+ Only, rough sex, hair pulling, mfm spit roast, bruising and chafing during sex, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 2,450

Sam Winchester

Breaking In The Muted Sky - Sam Winchester x female reader

Prompt: Sam. Overlapping scars tell interesting stories for those able to read them.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, knife play, blood during sex

Words: 830

Let The Melody Shine - Sam Winchester x male reader

Summary: Dom Sam has decided to buy a gift for himself and his newest friend.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, shibari mentioned, blindfold, edging, anal vibe

Words: 360

You Know Better, Babe - Sam Winchester x gender neutral character

Summary: “Don’t let me in with with no intention to keep me. Jesus Christ, don’t be kind to me. Honey, don’t feed me; I will come back.”

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, implied nefarious intentions, boyking Sam

Words: 680

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Welcome!

Intro 

Hi! I go by Billy on here but my actual name is Parker. I’m 19, a trans man, and likely aroace. I’ve always loved writing and reading but I’ve only really just started writing again recently :) 

I have a lot of ideas I wanna work on but for now… I wouldn’t mind doing random requests for people just to practice! 

What I DO write:

Fandoms in particular: 

Jujutsu Kaisen

Attack on Titan 

Banana Fish

Honkai: Star Rail

Genshin Impact

Moon Knight (TV, 2022)

Trigun Stampede (2023)

Voltron: Legendary Defenders

Across/Into the Spiderverse

Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Tags:

self insert, gender neutral reader, male reader, female reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, found family/familial bonds, character x character, modern! au, canon divergence, trans reader, mlm, wlw, mlw/wlm, queerplatonic parings, poly relationships

What I DON’T write:

Explicit works/detailed smut, proships, minor!character x reader; or adult!character x minor!reader(unless platonic), scaramouche, S/A noncon dubcon or anything like that, SH

Ummm I’ll probably edit this to suit as time goes on because this is just off the top of my head but always feel free to ask me questions ^^

go on, don’t be shy<3

[adrians-ass]

Introduction Post

I’m going to try to include as much as I can here. My name is Adrian,I am a transgender male who is bisexual. I am a MLM/NBLM blog. The only references to female genitalia or pronouns will be on posts involving female or AFAB readers and characters. I’m an xreader blog. I will write for lots of fandoms, if your fandom isn’t on my list, dm me and ask about it. I’ve probably just forgotten to add it. Will write fluff, smut, angst, yandere, mostly everything.

Smut, must give me kinks do work with and what to avoid, i don’t want to set anyone off

I get intense with yanderes so warnings will be posted

I will not write rape and underaged sex/romace

For yandere i will write things like physical harm, force feeding, kidnapping, killing, no regular self harm, water sports, etc if its not listed and I wont do it, ill tell you in dms and you can tell me what you’d like it to be replaced with

This list will be updated later with limits and such.

Requests must have a character, preferred pronouns and a prompt. If i’m feeling it that day I may accept an “*insert character * x reader” request. Women and fem presenting people are welcome but asked to not interact or fetishize.  This blog is for my fun, not a job, so posts may not be regular. I will do requests for art and multipages fanfic but that must be a commission.

Yes i draw good dw lol

Mainly will do head cannons and long one shots

Fandoms(more I forgot, just ask)

Arcane

Arcana

The Boy aka Brahms Heelshire

Resident Evil

The Walking Dead

MHA

Squid Game

Stardew Valley

Stranger Things (No Billy)

Moon Knight

Error143

Fnaf

Helluva Boss

Some Studio Ghibli

HunterxHunter (No Hisoka)

SPIDERVERSE

There are lots more that I don’t remember so just ask anything

I will also have a monster masterlist!

I’m very much a monster fucker, and I’ll do any monster. Will be arranged by genre, monster and gender.

Messages are open and please feel free to ask.

These masterlists will be separate and eventually I’ll have another blog, but you don’t get to know what its about until it’s up. :D

[keira-kaz2y5]

Hi! Welcome to my blog, everyone is welcome!

I don’t write fics but I love to read them <3

My name is Keira, I’m female (she/her), bisexual

and I’m currently studying music at college. I’m British and have strong Welsh heritage 💪🏼🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿, but I was born and brought up in England.

I’m currently obsessed with: The Rookie, Marauders, 9-1-1 (& 911 Lone Star), Marvel, X-Men, Good Omens, Supernatural, Doctor Who (2005-2024), Sherlock, Criminal Minds, Merlin, Percy Jackson series, Outer Banks, Agents of SHIELD and Moon Knight

I’m a musician in training so feel free to ask any questions!

My biggest ships: Buddie (9-1-1), WolfStar, Destiel, JohnLock, Merthur

Films I love: Atonement, Dead Poet’s Society, Little Women, Hamilton, Hacksaw Ridge, Nowhere Boy, Knives Out, Gifted, Tick Tick BOOM!

Top artists are Noah Kahan & Taylor Swift

But I really love Hozier, Dermot Kennedy, Billie Eilish, Reneé Rapp, Lizzy McAlpine, Gracie Abrams and Mumford & Sons

I listen to lots of genres but my main would be indie, folk/alternative, pop, soul and rock.

I especially love when every now and then I’ll find a fanfic like Loki x pianist!reader or rockstar!marauders fic and stuff. As a pianist myself I love this and would love to see it represented, so I am more than happy for u guys that are writers (or just curious) to ask me about this like the industry, or live sound (I’ve seen on tiktok lately people thinking every performer has a metronome in their monitors, this isn’t always correct, there’s a lot more to it) or even all the jobs you take on within the industry like session musicians, library musicians etc.. so I’ll quite happily answer questions or help people out if they plan on writing fics with musicians as main characters or au’s so please please please don’t hesitate to ask! I go all nerdy for this stuff I think it’s pretty cool

Thanks for finding my page and reading all of this, if you got to the bottom, thank you so much I love you <33

Have a great week babes xx

For anyone interested, I’m on a Pop Music course and I’m study the music industry in business classes, with theory (boring as hell) classes too and I have recording sessions, music history & context lessons and on Fridays we have perfomance workshop, where we pick a song to learn in the morning and practice with a band or solo or whatever is needed, then by the end of the day we have an hour of tech set up and then we perform it to the rest of the people on the course. It’s a lot of fun but hard work, we have tech students doing live sound and someone from tech doing the lighting and stuff. Feel free to ask me any questions about it!

My posts:

Buddie 911 s7 theory/reaction https://www.tumblr.com/keira-kaz2y5/743347204314497024/i-know-no-one-will-read-this-but-omfg-so-today-i

Harry Potter marauders fancast rant https://www.tumblr.com/keira-kaz2y5/723047186541232128/jkr-can-fight-me

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REQUESTS + RULES.

heyyyyy, here's the information/rules about requests i take. overall rule, please ask nicely :))

status: only matchups are open.

◆ MATCHUPS! are open.

matchups!!! these are really fun, ik i always love them. for matchups what i need is what fandom/s you want (max 3) a matchup for, if you want a male/female/whoever matchup, and a reasonably detailed description of you.

i will not take anonymous matchups and i'll only do them for people following me :) if you submit an anonymous one, dm me or submit a second non-anonymous one and tell me it was you so that i can post it without your url but also that way i can also see if you're following me.

brief description of you should include: a brief description of your physical appearance, your mbti type if you know it, mentions of both positive and negative personality traits, your hobbies, your likes, your dislikes, what you do in life, hopes and dreams. a wild variety of things that sums you up.

fandoms available are; The Boys, Stranger Things (not the kids obvi), MCU (includes Netflix Shows), Star Wars (Skywalker Saga + Mando).

◆ ICONS! are closed.

all i need for icon requests (which are more like suggestions) is what character you want! i'll only do one set per character and you can find who i've already done here (link coming soon)

◆ FANFICTION!

what i need from you in your request is specified in the subheading beyond according to fic type :) i only write headcanons and blurbs just based on time considerations (if you have ideas for oneshots or prompts or something you'd like to see i'd love to hear that just not as a request)

characters i write for, star ☆ indicates my top picks:

from The Boys: Soldier Boy ☆, Billy Butcher, Hughie, MM, Frenchie, Kimiko, Annie, Maeve.

from Stranger Things: Eddie Munson ☆, Billy Hargrove ☆, Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Jonathan Byers, Jim Hopper.

played by Oscar Isaac: Poe Dameron ☆, Moon Knight bois (Steven, Marc, Jake) ☆, Nathan Bateman ☆, Duke Leto, Blue Jones, Abel Morales, Sergent Kane, Orestes, Richard Alonso-Muñoz, Rudal Keener, William Tell.

lol miscellaneous: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars), Spike (Buffy), Dean (Gilmore Girls) (let me have this), Will Turner, Elizabeth Swan, James Norrington (POTC), Morgana Pendragon, Gwaine (Merlin BBC),

played by Ben Barnes: Billy Russo ☆, The Darkling ☆, Caspian X.

from Marvel: Frank Castle, Matt Murdock , Loki Laufeyson, Bucky Barnes, Erik Lehnsherr, Wanda Maximoff, Valkyrie, Thor Odinson.

rules for all fanfic:

i won't write anything that i haven't experienced (or that i find triggering) so just please stay away from topics of mental illnesses, extreme trauma, that sorta thing.

i'm not going to write NSFW for requests so let's just skip that (steamy/suggestive is all good though),

i might decline a request if i think it'll take too long, i'm not confident in it, or i just don't like it. that's not to say your request was bad just that it didn't fit me.

also it might take a while oop, be patient with me. i'll close requests if i'm a bit back up with them.

◇ HEADCANONS! are closed.

the only requirements for headcanons are tell me what character you want, what headcanons you'd like eg. "date night hcs", or "breakup makeup hcs", if you want fem!reader or gn!reader (apologies for the inconvence but i don't do male!reader).

◇ BLURBS! are closed.

the only requirements for blurbs are tell me what character you want, if you want fem!reader or gn!reader (apologies for the inconvence but i don't do male!reader) and gimme a prompt! whether that's a dialogue prompt you found, a scenario you wanna see, whatever :)) these should be short... but also i might get carried away.

[bippot]

Peacemaker - Adrian Chase

All Adrian works - here

Peacemaker taglist: @kpopgirlbtssvt, @adriansboyfriend

The Crew - Jake Martin

All Jake works - here

Jeffrey Steinberg - Hidden Signal: Evergreen

A Dog On A Leash ~ Thanks to his attempt at total domination over the population of Evergreen spectacularly failed, Jeffrey was forced to be confined in his room. The only interaction he gets is annoying David whenever he brings his meals in. That is until another face appears. A familiar face. A face of someone he presumed had perished in the apocalypse.

Stranger Things - Eddie Munson

All Eddie works - here

Cormoran Strike - Billy Knight

Step By Step ~ Billy's on the mend. It's a process with a lot of ups and downs, but his friend is more than willing to help him out. Whether it's comforting him after therapy or picking out new clothes, the pair are always together and trying their best to build up his psyche and teach him what it feels like to be loved.

└─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───────┘

Timewasters - Ralph Penbury

A Change Of Pace: Ralph knows he's quick to fall in love, and that's bitten him on the ass every single time it has happened. Not this time, no. To ensure he doesn't scare his new infatuation away, he must take the advice of his servant, Michael, and take it slow.

└─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───────┘

Top Gun: Maverick - Robert "Bob" Floyd

All Bob works - here.

Top Gun taglist: @kpopgirlbtssvt, @adriansboyfriend

Outer Range - Rhett Abbott

1) Human Radiator ~ It's chilly in Wabang so Rhett is immediately at the beck and call of his girlfriend because she's cold and needs a little cowboy loving to make her feel better.

2) Happy Pig ~ The Abbott's have been working Rhett to the bone for far too long and he's allowed one day off to finally catch up on some quality time with his girlfriend. She, under no circumstances, allows him to get out of bed.

└─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───────┘

Bad Times At The El Royale - Miles Miller

Corrupted ~ Although he doesn't know her movies, Miles becomes enraptured by one of his guest and fails to restrain himself to show her the kind of love he believes she deserves. Yet, their fling must be kept under the radar because her stage mother is rather possesive.

└─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───────┘

Criminal Minds - Dr Spencer Reid

All Spencer works - here.

Criminal Minds taglist:

└─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───────┘

Five Nights At Freddy's - Mike Schmidt

A Crooked 32 ~ Mike and Abby move into a new apartment with a new neighbour, but Mike's old mundane responsibilities persist. That's okay, his neighbour and her dog are prepared to entertain Abby for as long as he needs.

└─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───────┘

More can be found on my ao3 (also named Bippot)

[murdocksgavel]

The Solar Eclispe

Part two of the eclispe series

Rating: explicit

(THIS IS RLLY LONG IM SRRY) Word count: 6.9k

Summary: an old friend of Marc Spector's shows up out of nowhere to find his alter steven grant living his own life until she comes into the picture and changes everything, but is it really for the good?

Warnings: somehow this one is filled with more angst like alot. Flirting, Fluff, implied kissing, mentions of characters dying (more than once), mentions of childs death, kissing kissing, osiris bullying khonshu, IED and DID depictions, swearing, sad nailah, PTSD, disassociating, flashbacks, spoilers for moonknight, . (possibly bad writing i was vry tired, LMK IF I MISSED ANY)

A/N: this took a long time to write ngl. I'm so ecstatic though b/c this is definitely my favorite chapter so I RLLY HOPE U GUYS LIKE IT.

A single gasp "marc", and then he wakes up. Steven shot up with a gasp and pratically jumped out of his bed, but landed on his hard wooden floor face first with only tiny memories of the night before. Nailah on the other hand didn't sleep at all after the museum incident, and she was pratically fuming. Her chest was tightening, hands tremoring, her thoughts began to race, and it all sent her spiraling down a dark,windy,curvy lane of memories. It was a unusually cool day in egypt with the wind blowing in the direction of the sunrise along the three pyramids top. Nailah amir had just gotten words her parents had died in a shootout in hells kitchen new york. Of all days it had to be on the Anniversary of her- of her daughters death. It sent her spiraling, and she hadn't been taking her meds not after- not after he left her, and it was all just getting really bad again, and the tightness in her chest indicated she was going to have a very explosive episode if she didn't find something else to focus on. London was nothing like egypt it was cold, aggressive, windy, gray, and sometimes dull while her motherland was anything but maybe windy, but never dull especially after the incident with marc. Steven found himself searching the camera's now for any indication of what he thought he had dreamed, but now- now he knew better as he intently watched the camera's for any sign of literally anything, but that's when he saw it, or two things really.

The first thing he saw was nailah when she was fighting that thing, but it was invisible?, and then he saw her lift her hand and a golden sunray shot out?. He then sees another thing that pratically makes his bones quiver, and his face go shot pale with the goosebumps, and not the good kind. He sees himself staring straight at the camera, and Steven says, "that's not me". On the other hand nailah was now laying in her floor in a burial position, her hands were clasped and resting on her chest, and her legs were straight. This was what she did after she had her episodes, or at least that's what she used to call them quite literally in another lifetime. She found something else to focus on which was basically just her walking outside, and kept walking until she found herself nearing some mercenaries camp?. He got fired, fired from the gift shop job, and was now heading in some direction he didn't really know where he was going just letting them take him somewhere and to his suprise he ended up in front of her building. Nailah was still on the floor just listening to the quietness of her own breathing, everything was so....quiet, it was never this quiet even if osiris talked to her on the daily occasion he was never this quiet, she always hated the quiet. "Pretty girl you're not supposed to be here". Nailah pointed to herself when she saw a crowd of mercenaries pratically break their necks to look at her.

Holy shit she knew that guy, only from the news and her parents when they used to bicker how he was only stealing Egyptian artifacts and it only made her irritability increase. "I want to sign up to become a mercenary" if she was going to be ridiculed by the bushmen she was going to at least stand her ground. Steven stood at her door hesitating to knock, hesitating to even move he wanted to make sure she was okay, but what if she didn't want to see him. So he knocks, but he doesn't hear footsteps just the door opening, and then he sees her on the floor in just black sweats, and a tight tank top that shows off her arm muscles a little too well. "Nailah I- I came to ask if you- were okay, are you?" And all she does is roll her head to the side and stare up at him, she looks tired, eyes watered either from drinking or crying he can't tell, curly hair dishevelled across the floor, and just a tired expression on her beautiful face. The mercenaries pratically laughed in her face until what she guessed was another mercenary emerged from the tent, and holy shit in the name of re (ra) nailah's knees almost buckled. This man was about 5'9, curly black hair that fell close to his eyes, beautiful almost black eyes, and he carried himself with such confidence as he strided over to nailah pratically giving her a once over to which nailah felt as if he was checking her out, and honestly he definitely was, until he looked into her eyes, and spoke "can you fight?", and her eyes fucking widened. Nailah was still on the floor, and the silence was still in the air even with steven still standing right there just waiting for her speak, or maybe he was waiting to come up with the right words.

"How did you get the scar on your heart" Well he found words, but maybe they weren't the right ones, but little did he know nailah was weirdly relieved he said something to break the impending silence that caused her to break free from the flashbacks that haunted her silent mind. "Old friend of mine, used to be a army nurse for marine corps, he went off the rails, killed a family, almost got killed in the same place, he uh- he went crazy, and caught me off my guard and shot me ended up killing me again-" she heard stevens gasp and before she knew it he was now kneeling beside her. "Can you fight?" He asked her again this time snapping his fingers in front of her shocked face, but she quickly nodded and he pulled her quite gently by the arm to the middle of the sand dune they were on as a crowd formed around them. "Fight me then, if you win you can join got it?...what's your name sunbird". Nailah looked up at steven with hollow eyes probably not the most attractive look she's worn, but with the way steven was looking at her made her not care as much "anyway that's how I got the scar, woke up in the arms of my-..my umm well he was my best friend, frank castle, we parted ways when i decided to come to london, he didn't want me going alone, but i insisted" steven watched intently as she pulled out a necklace, a plain silver chained necklace with a sun, and a machine gun that rested right against it, "he gave me this as a parting gift", and with that steven just nodded needed to find words again, fucking hell this was hard especially since she was still laying down, and he could easily reach out and touch her, but all steven said was, "I hate to say this now, but I need your help..sunbird".

"My name is nailah, nailah amir" the man nodded and then looked her in the eyes once more, "beautiful name for a beautiful girl I'm marc spector" marc whispered which honestly made nailah blush until he threw her over his shoulder. He said it, he said that stupid fucking nickname and it made nailah bolt up from the floor, and now she was the one grabbing Steven's wrist. "Nailah- nailah did i say something" she seemed to be far away, her eyes just staring at him, and this was about to be so out of character for him, but the little american man inside of his head said to do it so he did. Steven pratically manhandled nailah to where she was sitting very closely in front of him, and just like she had done before to him he placed his shaky hands on the sides of her face, and forced her to meet his eyes. He knew this all too well the disassociating, the glossy eyes, all of it, and with that steven searched her eyes, "nailah listen to me, you are disassociating, and I really don't know how to do this, it's probably bloody useless because you're usually so strong, confindent, gorgeous, and self-assured, but please say something darling" steven rambled, and rambled on; the sudden feel of dread polluting his entire body. Nailah was on the sandy ground after she had just blinked, and marc was standing over her with a cheeky ass grin she wanted to slap off his face. She kicked up with her feet and landed perfectly back on the sand which made marc raise an eyebrow, and tilt his head and it was her chance without even blinking she used her position to sweep Marc's feet out from under him, and straddle him with a smirk, "I win". Marc was stunned to say the least, and he actually really wanted to kiss her, but instead marc reached up and moved her hair from her face.

Steven moved nailah's hair from her face which seemed to help because now she was backing up, and blinking, and then standing up, but shaking. Steven stood too rather abruptly and- (steven grab her hands, calm her the fuck down and go to the warehouse), and so he did exactly that, grabbing her hands, "I know it's alot trust me I know better than anyone else, but, and you don't have too but I need to go to a warehouse do you want to come?", and at that nailah looked up at him and sighed like she was relieved to see him which in turn made his heart swell, "yes, let me-let me change". "Where to first? I'm assuming we're going to a temple" nailah spoke interrupting the silence that once sat between the team which was just her, marc, frenchie, and bushmen she always hated the silence. "We're going to the moon gods temple and then the temple of re (ra)" bushmens tone was harsh, and crude towards her, but nailah still perked up regardless which marc noticed and then frenchie noticed that marc noticed so he elbowed him with a smirk. "I actually know where the temples are, I've lived here my whole life so i could take us", and when nailah said that everyone perked up but it was only marc who caught her gaze. Steven was waiting patiently by the door when she came back only 2 minutes later, now wearing long mom jeans, a tucked in turtle neck, a long brown jacket, and her curly hair felt at her shoulders, but what caught Steven's attention was the two necklaces that rested above her heart.

Two necklaces; the first one was the one frank castle gave her, and another that was the eye of re (ra) with an ankh adorning it at its side, and then they were off to the warehouse in awkward silence. Finally after what felt like 10 slow, agnozing hours, not that Steven minded being cooped up in a car with nailah, he just needed air and pratically rushed inside the warehouse with her following close behind. Nailah waited quietly while they walked to the warehouse, and now its all familiar, its all familiar again as they step inside and close the door, it's too familar. Three days later because bushmen needed some "personal time", and the wind was doing nothing for the group, and bushmen had kept talking about a doctor, but she pushed it aside and let her mind wander to the person who was next to her, marc Spector, and she was falling deep. "You still listening sunbird?" Marc spoke up, and nailah looked up towards him with a small smile on her face, "yeah, yeah I am, also we should be nearing khonshu's, and ra's temple now", and she was right, but as the two of them turned around they were met with bushmen pointing guns at the both of them. Steven rummaged through a duffle bag that he saw on the bed nailah was feeling, she was running her fingers along everything almost like everything here was familar. That's when marc appeared in the mirror after steven had picked up an id card, but hearing marc's voice made nailah shoot up from the bed she was previously occupying. "You two- you two holy shit you know him, you knew him personally how bloody personal did you two get?".

Marc jumped in front of nailah immediately when he saw the gun. "What the hell is going on" nailah spoke out loud regardless of her voice wavering she kept eye contact with bushmen and her hand was now resting in Marc's, "you're little boyfriend here disobeyed me", and that her head tilted, "if you're going to hurt him"- it was her turn to stand in front of marc now pulling a silver spear from the side of her waist, "you'll have to get through me first". Nailah just, she just blinked at Steven, but before she ever got the chance marc spoke up first, "you weren't supposed to see any of this, and yes she knew me personally, but it never got far",nailah was still silent now with both looking dead at her. "I-uh, I'm gonna wait outside- I can't, close spaces and me don't- don't work" nailah shut the door gently and pratically collapsed against the one opposite of it holding her hand to her mouth as her eyes clamped shut, and the tears she's been holding back for a while finally fell. She was trembling with fear now that a gun was being pointed at her, but regardless gripped the silver staff in her hand with a purpose, either to get the hell out of here alive, or die saving marc. "Fine then I'll go through you" it all happened so damn fast. Marc practically threw her out of the way as the gun pierced her ears, and when she looked back up he was laying in the sand, propped up on one elbow, and holding a bleeding wound. (Kill him, and bring marc to me) a voice whispered to her, this was her chance to use this explosive episode shes been holding back to finally fucking erupt, but- gods that word but,when she saw marc, the blood, his face twisted in worry and pain, and the spear, the voice, and instead of using this episode for revenge she used it for strength. She was going to save marc even if it killed her too.

The warehouse shook violently and the wind picked up within the hallway, and nailah quickly wiped her eyes, and abruptly stood as Steven ran out of the warehouse with a bag. "What the hell is happening" Nailah yelled out over the loud banging, and Steven just started running, and now she knew why. Khonshu was standing at the end of the hallway, but at the other end there was...osiris. nailah scampered over on the sand to where marc was as bushmen pratically left them in the dust, "I'm going to get you help I promise, you're not going to die marc not on my watch, okay? Not today." Tears spilled down nailah's sandy face as marc cupped her cheek with his nonbloody hand, "You're a pretty crier" was all he said and it whole heartedly made nailah chuckle until he rested his forehead against hers and let out a shaky sigh, "i- i lov- like you alot sunbird i really do", that was enough to give nailah even more strength to stand, and haul marc up, and now they were on their treacherous journey to the pyrmiads. 'KHONSHU, FORGOTTEN GOD OF THE MOON AND VENGEANCE, IF YOU LAY ONE MEESELY HAND ON THEM I WILL DRAG YOU TO THE UNDERWORLD MYSELF' nailah found herself widening her eyes at osiris's voice to the other god, and now it was her perfect escape to go find steven. Khonshu ended up in front of her again and she was going to call upon her staff, but osiris had other plans when he appeared behind khonshu. 'DID YOU THINK I WAS LYING, YOU WILL NOT HURT MY WARRIOR, NOR WILL YOU HURT MY WARRIORS BOYFRIEND' nailah couldn't help but chuckle, "osiris he's not my- you know what I'm gonna go find him". Marc was bleeding out fast, but they were almost there and all he had to do was hold on just a little longer, just a little longer, "you're going to survive marc I'm not letting you die today, not ever okay? Keep your eyes open" her voice was breaking, and all she could think about was how she was not going to loose someone else not ever, not today.

Steven ran out of the building even if khonshu was no longer behind him, but nailah was, and both of them were panting and catching their breath. That's when she heard a voice, that voice, layla and her fucking bike, and Steven getting on said fucking bike. She stole one, yeah, yeah it's not humane of her to do, but she had to catch up to steven and Layla and either it was the episode she was suppressing, or just pure determination she got to Steven's apartment quite fast, and got to the door, but it was shut in her face, "I'm going to kill the both of them" grumbling her eyes flickered to their powerful gold color, and out of nowhere a gust of win swept under the door, and unlocked it letting nailah walk in unannounced. She did, they got to the temples the only issue now was getting marc inside khonshu's temple because somehow he was still breathing, and nailah was thanking her lucky fucking stars. "Come on marc, come on we're almost there" her voice officially broke and both her a marc collapsed in the middle of the two temples, and the waterworks flowed down her face like the- the nile river. "You did good sunbird, I'm- I'm proud of you okay? I'm so proud of you, you did good" marc held her face with pale, sweaty, shaky hands, and his eyes stared into her own but his were losing their signature brightness. "Today has been really shitty you know, but I'm glad i met you" whispering with her forehead now pressed into his, marc was the first to look at her with concern even though he was literally dying, but like he was waiting for an answer as to why it was so shitty, "despite this, i got word today my parents died in a shootout in new york, my uh..daughter died today a few years ago she drowned in the nile, and now this, guess I'm just surrounded by...death". That she was, but death would not bring her back, not the first time at least.

"You're- how the hell did you find him" layla shot out at nailah pratically spatting in her face to which nailah wiped her face with a laugh, and not the good type of laugh. "Needed a vacation from frank castle decided to come to london, we just ran into each other" nailah was standing with her back to the door, her stance now tense again not what she had shown steven earlier; the vulnerability gone and her shield was back up along with the tension that presented itself in her face, and her body. "You- you were the one who helped frank castle escape, and you fucking helped him!? What the fuck nailah" layla was yelling now, and Steven was pacing, but she stayed calm, she always stayed calm, at least now she did Nailah was not calm, not calm at all placing marc in the door of the temple; she was so fucking close, so fucking close just a little bit more...- until a shot rang out through the empty desert. Layla looked down at the bag on the table and then back over at steven, obviously they had argued before nailah got there, and steven seemed anxious, and tense which wasn't anything new but it was obviously intensified right now, and she wondered if marc was speaking to him. "Layla don't" steven warned, but she went through the bag anyway despite Steven's wishes which made nailah roll her eyes, until she pulled out the scarab. It felt as if marc was yelling her name from a distance as she fell to the blood red sandy ground beneath her holding her chest. How she didn't die on impact was beyond her, but she could move. She could barely breath when she felt shaky, bloody hands lift her head into their lap, and all she could hear from him was, "don't you fucking dare leave me nailah, if I'm not allowed to die neither are you" his voice had broke, and the tears fell but then she felt something else, marc had lifted her to where her limp body was resting against him, but her head was in his hands, and at the moment she felt marc spector kiss her with the words, "until another lifetime" hung in the air, and then pure, unadulterated darkness.

That damn scarab started all of this; it was why nailah came back in the first place, (that and what went down with her and frank) like it had drawn her back here and now it was in the hands of the woman who saved the both of them. Yes nailah didn't quite like layla, maybe it was because their personalities clashed, but she had to give it to that woman because truthfully without her none of this would've been possible so yes nailah pushed layla away because in truth she cared for her regardless. (If you let her take the scarab they'll come after her you know this, don't let her take the scarab) nailah's eyes flickered to the shiny object now in layla's hand and then there was a knock on the door. Marc held nailah's now limp body in his arms, slowly feeling himself grow weaker by the second but he was literally crying his eyes out and rocking her limp body back and forth even if it hurt him to do so. "I'm so sorry, first day on the job gets you, and I both killed I'm so sorry sunbird, I'm so sorry" it was all he could say now, and the only thing he could think of was at least she was with her daughter now, but as he leaned down to kiss her cold forehead and looked up, even though he couldn't quite understand what she was saying as the darkness started slowly creep up on him all he could see was his good friend layla coming towards them, and then nothing. Layla was gone, no like literally as steven went to open the door, and nailah looked back layla was quite literally gone, and now two people were barging into the room, and Steven almost ran to be next to her. They both shared a look then nailah looked back towards the two "agents" with a snarl ripping loose from her mouth, and she spoke out loud enough for them too hear, "how fucking delightful". She was dead, like full on bloody corspe dead, but that bright light,the hawk, and the booming voice she heard, 'NAILAH AMUNET AMIR' it was right in front of her the voice, and a foreign warmth wrapped around her like a blanket, YOU WILL BE FORTH KNOWN AS THE FIST OF RA, FROM HERE ON OUT, ARISE MY KNIGHT AND PRESENT YOURSELF AS THE ECLISPE, THE MIGHTY FIST OF RA'.

She abruptly sat up from the gold altar she was laying on with a loud scream, a scream that shook the earth around her, a scream that caused the thunder to clap back, a scream that brewed a wicked storm, a scream that the sun wept for, a scream that called out for one name, and one name only, marc. nailah couldn't have stopped it if she tried it was already too late here she was passed out in a car while steven was conscious, but she was slowly starting to wake up, and she was fucking pissed. Steven was cuffed and so was nailah but when she awoke her body was horizontal meaning her legs were right over Steven's lap, and now was not the time to be flustered but a blush creeped up on her face regardless. Steven looked over at her with worry painting his face but nailah held a finger to her lips telling him to stay quiet, but she had a hard time when she felt him involuntarily relax and placed a really shaky hand on her calf with a lopsided,worry filled grin. Marc, marc, marc; it was all that was going through her foggy brain as she descended from the golden alter, and he was nowhere to be seen, (you know that rage she was feeling this morning, well it's coming back again). Her legs were shaky sort of like she was a newborn baby, but when her legs came too nailah bolted out of the temple into the nightly air of the Egyptian desert, and pratically stumbled into the temple of the god khonshu. The car had stopped moving and had parked in some weird ass back alley. That's when nailah jolted up, her legs still across Steven's lap and his hand was now practically using her thigh as a stress ball which in turn made her blush and reluctantly place her legs back on the floor board. "They're going to separate us i can hear them talking about it" she whispered looking over at Steven before gently grabbing his face mostly to get her point across, and mostly because she was mirroring his actions from earlier this day, "be careful please, promise me you will be" all steven could do was nod and maybe this was the little American in his head, or maybe it was just him but he very lightly pressed his lips to nailah's.

Her lips tasted like sun kissed citrus, blackberries, and honey a perfect combo Steven thought to himself. All of this wasn't what he wanted, he definitely wanted to keep kissing her as he still was, but he wanted to take her out on a date, go to a art museum, a vegan restaurant, or something but he could get by with this for now. Finally he pulls away to breathe and nailah has this beautiful lopsided smile on her face but Steven grabs her face again totally ignoring marc in the mirror who seems to be...jealous, but steven didn't care as he rested his forehead agaisnt hers, "i bloody promise". The temple sung when she entered like light was washed over every corner making her jump slightly, her hands tingled, but then she saw him laying on the altar and bolted to him. "Please wake up, please marc, if you don't I swear to the gods I'll kill you all over again" nailah gently grabbed his face in her hands and the tears she'd been building up all came out like a flood at the nile until she gently kissed his forehead the same way she did when her daughter died, but something was happening outside and in the temple. The two of them now separated thanks to arthur harrow who steven was now with and nailah was waiting impatiently. Arthur had brought steven into the compoud his little cult group was staying in. It was big to say the least, many people that looked almost like zombies, and- "Khonshu is here isn't he?, you know I was once his avatar", and that made steven worry even more, but his mind went to nailah, what was she doing currently?, and where the hell was she?. He didn't get the chance to ponder much more because Arthur had asked about the scarab, marc was yelling at him, but just to his luck layla came in holding up the shiny peace of history, and now he was really wondering where nailah was.

She didn't see it happen, her back was turned away from the altar, but she felt the gust of wind, and her mind told her to turn around immediately and so she did but she was met with marc spector rising from the altar with pure white eyes that had a blue tint to them, her own eyes became a rich golden color, and she followed marc as he began to walk into the cold egyptian desert that was now covered with an almost dim darkness. Layla had grabbed steven as arthur started chanting, and a royal purple light came from his staff, the same staff that held a sliver of ammit's power, releasing the jackals. "I'm gonna die in some man's creepy ass dungeon" steven called out until layla spoke out, "where's nailah steven? Where the hell is she" both layla and marc had said it at the same time and now he began to really worry. Nailah was fucking bored. She was sitting on the curb with her chin resting in her hand and she was just going to stay there unless needed, but then she heard a large crash and immediately got up, and pratically ran to the source of the crash. Steven had fucking fallen throught the window, and into a suit? It was a really clean all white tux and he had a mask on his face and as he looked in the mirror he noticed the white eyes on his face, and then he noticed marc, "steven what the hell are we wearing". Nailah was still running and so many thoughts were running through her mind but one stood out from the rest, why did harrow want them separated?, why didn't he want nailah there, and maybe he knew what together, her and marc were truly capable of.

Fucking finally nailah made it and she saw- well she did see the jackal jumping on what she guessed was steven in a white suit but something told her to stay back, to let him do this on his own even if she could disintegrate these things with a flick of her wrist, she wanted steven to have this accomplishment of saying he actual fought off a jackal. Nailah watched from afar, (he's going to get himself killed if you don't help), nailah rolled her eyes at the god that was now standing beside her to where literally only she could see, "he'll be fine, I believe in him plus if things take a rlly bad turn I'll step i- ooo that didn't look good ouch" nailah winced as steven was flung into the car, but then he started talking and Gods nailah literally face palmed. "You're in the wrongs ends mate you're in my yard now" steven gritted out and he let out a punch that honestly suprised nailah and his celebratory wagwan did make her laugh until he was plummeted into the street, poor steven. That's when nailah stepped in as steven was catching himself against the bus; she rolled her shoulders at once letting them eminence a popping noise that was similar to someone's bones creaking, as her head clicked to the side and her suit wrapped around her body in a...familar warmth as the jackal headed straight for her and-. Marc and nailah stepped outside in the dim darkness of the beautiful Egyptian desert. "Marc what's happening" nailah's voice wasn't quiet but in a way it felt as if it was as they looked up towards the night sky? But it wasn't night, it wasn't night at all, and looking back out at the vast desert the two walking corpses saw what they guessed were the god khonshu, and the high God Ra. This would be the only time ra ever appeared to nailah...in this lifetime.

She was ready to take on the jackal by herself until she felt a gust of wind, and her mind told her to turn around immediately and so she did but she was met with her old friend marc spector. "Get it out of here!" Layla yelled out to the both of them, and marc started running from the top of the city and nailah took the lower half hopefully to meet marc halfway with a dead jackal since it followed him. Marc stumbled onto his knees rather not gracefully unlike the god he mirrored; Khonshu gracefully came to his knees as the wind began to pick up, and now it was nailah's turn to fall to her knees with a grunt as the mighty god Ra gracefully came to his knees, and nailah felt like crying. "What the hell is happening!" She yelled out at the two gods rather angrily, but the god in front of her slowly moved his head to stare at her with piercing eyes and he opened his mouth with a booming voice"THE SOLAR ECLISPE'', and then khonshu looked towards the both of them and spoke with a deep bass of a voice, "you both have caused this, dying together, your blood mixing created a solar eclispe something that only happens when the knights are purely connected. That is how you found each other because you are connected not only through knightage but by hearts and minds, you together are a powerful force, the solar eclipse where both of you are at your most poweful".

Nailah stopped at the end when marc slammed the jackal onto the pointed tip of the tower and her eyes widened as the jackal oozed and then went poof, the only reason she was so suprised was because she had never really stuck around long enough to see these things die, but then her eyes shoot elsewhere and it's marc again instead of the suit and her own suit retracted itself. He was searching his pockets now as nailah made her way towards him until he yelled out in pure frustration and she stopped, her entire body going rigid when she realized what that meant, he had lost the scarab. Her voice was barely above a whisper as her hand reached out behind marc, not touching him but letting him know she was there as she spoke, "marc..we'll get it back okay? I promise you" but when he turned around the look in his eyes made her take a step back, because she knew what was about to happen, it happened with frank castle, and it was about to happen with marc spector until he looked towards the mirror in the structure that had just been used to kill the jackal, and marc was pissed off, the look in his eyes was dark, angry, explosive, but tired all at once; nailah knew exactly how he felt. Khonshu explained what it meant but nailah wasn't having any of it as she stood breaking the mirrioring process of her and Ra, her eyes were frantic, wild, uneasy, but scared all at once. The wind began to pick up around nailah, "nailah you must stop this now, you don't know the strength of your powers yet" The mighty god Ra exclaimed and now it was Marc's turn to break the mirroring process and he was going to comfort her, but when she looked back he stopped seeing the dangerous glint in her eyes, and the wind picked up even more around her like she was the one causing this.

She watched as steven and marc went back and forth, from a distance of course because this was the first time in ages she had ever seen marc angry, sure it was nothing like the murderous rage of frank castle- who she lo- well..it's uh complicated to say the least about what went down with her and frank after she left egypt, and promised herself she would never step foot in Egypt ever again. Marc had now broken the mirror in a fit of rage, "shut the fuck up" marc continously yelled breaking the mirror in pieces, and then everything was dead silent as the wind picked up around them, and she knew it to be khonshu. Nailah hadn't said anything yet just letting marc and khonshu talk, she could hear the both of them, and their conversation about how khonshu was dissatisfied with marc loosing the scarab, and then he said her name and now marc noticed she was there and his hard eyes softened with regret, and something else nailah couldn't quite figure out. She couldn't figure it out, the wind, her bubbling anger, was she really the one causing this. The two gods and marc stood around her in a circle of three just staring because marc was going to go to her but khonshu stopped him immediately. "Nailah you need to stop, or you will kill someone" khonshu yelled out, but her eyes were golden now, and she let out a very loud scream not like the scream when she arose from the dead but a scream of anger, sadness, confusion, tiredness, a scream that could be heard all across Egypt as the sky, a scream that killed someone.

Marc was advancing towards her now with khonshu still behind him, "we need-" naliah cut him off with a hand being pressed to his chest, "I know, but we need to find harrow first, and then all of this will finally be over, and you can go back to your life, and I can go back to the U.S" his eyes hardened again at the mention because she hesitated to say something, a name he presumed. "So you can get back to who nailah? Hmm, who's so important over there?", she wanted to say, the person who saved her from her self sabotage when you were off with god knows who, but she kept her composure and simply said, "frank castle, and i already told you I'm never going back to Egypt ever again". She killed him..nailah didn't mean too, it all was just too much, it was overwhelming and- and loud, and- and, "oh my go-god" everything stopped the wind, the loudness, it was all just silence, and the eclispe had stopped, and now the hot sun was reigning over them once more. "You killed him nailah- I can not be the mentor over someone who has killed without jurisdiction, you will be my fist, but you'll never hear, or see me unless i allow it" and with that the mighty god Ra was gone, now it was her, khonshu, and a dead marc Spector. "You need to leave before he wakes up" she heard the god but her feet were planted into the sand above Marc's body, "LEAVE NOW MORTAL OR I WILL STRIKE YOU DOWN", and when khonshu spoke nailah left as fast as her feet would carry her, mentally promising herself she'd never come back to egypt, and that's when she went to the U.S, and met new York's very own punisher (read their story in comet on collison coming soon!, now back to the present).

Ever again, it repeated in her head as marc came closer to her, but she kept backing away too scared to face him after all this time, too scared to even look him in the eye. Marc lifted her chin so now she was practically forced to look him in the eye, but everything was still tense and marc without any words kissed her forehead gently, "I'm so sorry about this, and i hope you'll forgive me, no matter how long it takes sunbird, until we meet again", she didn't have time to ask what he meant because as soon as marc finished speaking he snapped nailah's killing her. "You did what you had to do marc, she'll come back, knowing osiris he'd never let her die before her time" khonshu spoke out as marc picked up a unconscious nailah with a sad sigh, he hated that he did it, and he knew nailah would be extremely pissed off. "Where are we even going" marc asked looking down at nailah then back up at khonshu who spoke, "where the hell do you think". Nailah knew where she was, she had been her before when Billy russo stabbed her with her own staff, it's how osiris became that little voice inside her head, but nailah was literally fuming now as osiris presented himself to her. "He killed me- HE FUCKING KILLED ME" nailah howled out in anger, her once brown eyes, now lit with a golden flame, nailah whipped back around to stare up at osiris who was expectedly calm. "Osiris-" her voice dripped with anger, "where did he take me" she knew the answer, but she just needed to hear it to fuel that fire waiting to erupt.

"Wake up and see for yourself knight", and before she could get any words out, she woke up gasping for air. She was in the bed, and marc was now standing near the window, shirtless throwing open the curtians to reveal cairo egypt. Nailah stood from the bed, realizing she was only in what she guessed was one of Marc's shirts, and shorts, and...the necklace frank, and marc had given her, but she pushed it away and was now staring at marc with pure anger in her eyes, and terror in her heart, "welcome back to egypt nailah", she was going to fucking kill him...again.

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Edge of Seventeen: Chapter 2

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader x Billy Hargrove

Type: CYOA

Summary: You’re the new girl in school and not everyone can handle you. Steve and Billy are up for the challenge though and end up begging for your attention. Who will you choose?

I love Rock n’ Roll

The rest of the week feels like you are in some strange Twilight Zone episode. You don’t really have a group of friends and, thus far almost everyone is too intimidated to approach you. You are looking forward to this weekend but you’ve seen Billy hanging off of a few other girls, so you’ve decided your best bet for the concert on Friday is Steve. You have no intention of being some casanova wannabe’s notch.

“Hey beautiful… You ready for tonight?” Billy says as he leans against the locker beside you, his arm resting over your head. You can smell his hair products and cologne intermingle in the air around you.

“Actually… I didn’t know if you still wanted to go with me since you’ve been with… that curly haired girl all week... I don’t know her name… So I agreed to go with Steve.”

“What?” His voice drops dangerously low and his charming smile falls from his face.

“You’re going with Harrington?” he spits out.

“Steve Harrington? Yes, that’s what I said.”

“So let me get this straight… you’re blowing me off... for Harrington?” he sputters indignantly.

“No, you just seemed more interested in that other girl, I figured you wanted to take her and I didn’t want to make you feel obligated to take me.”

“Obligated? I wanted to go with you! Beth isn’t going to like that kind of music! She’s just…”

“Just what Billy? Another notch in your belt? Look… we can be friends, but I’m not okay with feeling like I’m just next in line on the Billy Train, okay? We can do something next weekend…. As friends. Okay?”

With your speech over you slam your locker door shut and go to walk away.

“Hey,” he says grabbing your attention, “You aren’t…”

“Aren’t what?”

“A notch…” he walks up to you and gazes into your eyes, “I figured you would get it… being new… far from home and your friends… Living in this shit town when you’re used to a completely different life. Plus you’ve got good taste in music… I just figured we had more in common…that’s all… I’m not interested in her like I am you...”

“Prove it then…”

“Prove what?”

“I’m not a notch,” you know you sound haughty, but you don’t care.

You walk off down the hallway your boots clicking on the cheap linoleum floor.

That evening Steve rolls up in front of your house and you walk out of the house with a lit  cigarette between your lips. You walk down the path to his car and blow the smoke from your mouth as you send him a smile.

“You look…” he stops as he eyes you up and down, “amazing.”

You can’t stop the smile from sliding onto your lips. You are wearing a pair of fishnet tights under a leather mini skirt and black crop top. A leather jacket with studs and patches adorn your frame and your hair and makeup are wild. The smokey eye and deep almost black lip finishing off the look.

“Thanks!” you chirp as you take in his appearance and purr, “You’re not looking too bad yourself.”

He’s wearing a pair of black jeans and a black tee shirt. His denim jacket is slung over his shoulder as he regards you with bright eyes.

“I cannot believe the coolest girl in school is going out with me tonight,” he says with a smile as he rushes around to your door. He opens it for you and you grind the half smoked cigarette into the ground before you get into this car.

You laugh, “Coolest girl? Is that what the verdict is? Should I make a plaque? Do I get an award?”

“Well… you get a date with me. Isn’t that enough?” He asks with a cheeky grin.

“I guess so…” you say returning his smile.

You’re surprised at how surprisingly easy Steve is talk to as you drive to the amphitheater.

“So… favorite song of all time,” he demands as he drives down the road.

“Cherrybomb.”

“Cherrybomb?” he asks in disbelief.

“What?! Joan Jett is the best!” you exclaim talking about the female rock star.

“Joan Jett?”

“I love rock and roll! So I put another dime in the jukebox baby! I love rock and roll! So come and take the time and dance with me!” You sing, impressing the boy beside of you.

“Owh!” you both finish the chorus together.

“He smiled so I got up and asked for his name!” you sing looking at Steve.

“‘But that don’t matter’ he said ‘because it’s all the same!’” Steve continues with a laugh.

“I said: ‘can I take you home? Where we can be alone…’ and next we’re moving on because he was with me!”

“Yeah! Me!” you both yell together before you both collapsed in a fit of laughter.

“Ok I get it!” he says as he wipes tears of laughter from his eyes, “She’s pretty good.”

“The best.”

“Alright! She’s the best!” he relents.

He pulls up at the venue and you both get out of the car. The night air is cool and you’re grateful for your jacket, but you’re surprised when Steve draps his arm around your shoulders as he leads you up to the ticket booth. He pays for you both and the two of you head inside. He keeps his arm draped around you for both warmth and to make sure he doesn’t lose you in the crowd.

“Are you thirsty?” he asks as he pulls you a little closer to him.

“Yeah!”

He leads you over to the concession stand and you notice a few kids around your age giving the two of you odd looks. You know they have to be from the same school as the two of you.

“What would you like?” he asks as he pulls out his wallet.

“A coke?” you ask sweetly.

“Coming right up!” he exclaims.

After grabbing your drinks and snacks you both make your way to an empty spot on the concrete bleachers. You’re wishing you had brought something to sit on as the cold from the makeshift seat seeps through your skirt and scraps against your almost bare legs.

“Damn… this isn’t very comfortable… I’m going to go see if they have anything for you to sit on,” he says as he gets up.

“You don’t have to! I’ll be fine!”

“No way! You’re going to freeze to death! I’ll be right back!”

You sit looking around at everyone talking and just relaxing with their friends. You light up a cigarette so you have something to do with your hands. You still aren’t comfortable in this town with these people. It’s moments like this that you miss your friends the most.

“Where’s your date?” you hear a familiar voice from behind you.

You glance over your shoulder and see Billy sitting a few rows up, a pair of jeans and just his leather jacket. He lets out a stream of smoke from his nose and smirks at you.

“He went to go get me something to sit on. The concrete is rough…” You explain.

He scoffs before he stands up and jumps the few rows down until he gets to you. He settles in next to you.

“You sure King Steve didn’t just pussy out and leave?”

You glance at him out of the corner of your eyes before you roll your eyes back to front.

“What? It’s a valid question!” he defends himself.

“Really Billy?”

“What? A guy can dream about being the knight in shining armor right?”

You laugh as you glance over at him and see the smile on his face.

“You would make the shittiest knight!”

“Why is that?!” he scoffs in mock offense.

“Because!”

“Because why?”

“Just because!”

“Hey uhh…(Y/N)! You okay?” you hear Steve’s voice behind you and see him drop down onto your row.

“Yeah I’m fine. Billy was just keeping me company.”

“I can see that…”

You see the shit eating grin that Billy sends Steve. He has a cocky smirk on his face when he stands up.

“I’ll see you later sweetheart. Maybe you’ll let me introduce you to the band later?”

“Maybe! I’ll have to see what happens!”

“Oh? You want to meet the band? You haven’t even heard them play.”

“She’s a drummer, Harrington,” you can hear the growl in Billy’s voice as he fixes him with a glare. “Of course, she wants to meet the band. She’ll probably be playing this place before we know it.”

The sound of a guitar cuts through the night and ends the conversation. You can sense the hostility between the two guys and you have a feeling you just made it worse. The concert starts and you turn your attention to the stage. You caught Billy’s eye a few times glaring over at the two of you from his seat a few rows down, but you can’t bring yourself to care. Steve is kind of a goofball, but that honestly just made him more fun. He sang off key and the wrong words with you all night. He made sure you had a blanket to sit on when you were tired, so your legs weren’t raw in the morning and made sure you didn’t get cold. He is incredibly sweet and you had the best time with him.

When the show finally ends after an encore performance from the band, you decide that you like them very much actually, Steve pulls you towards him and the two of you make you way towards the exit. You’re both high on the music and your laughter, as you giggle your way through the crowd.  

“Hey! You want to meet the band?”

You glance behind you to see Billy standing there giving you an imploring look. Steve is just standing awkwardly a little ahead of you.

“I thought you were hungry? But if you want to meet the band it’s fine… We can eat when you are done…”

You notice the way that Steve isn’t quite meeting your eyes anymore. You had heard of the fight Billy and Steve had gotten into. Basically Billy had come in and stolen Steve’s title of King of the school.

“Umm… well…” You really want to meet the band, but you don’t want Steve to feel left out or like you’re choosing Billy over him on your date.

What do you do? Do you go with Billy to meet the band or out to dinner with Steve to continue your date?

VOTE!

I’ve decided to do this like those video games where you choose your plot. Except I’m going to have you vote on plot points to continue the story. I’m really curious to see how this turns out. So feel free to vote and throw ideas at me. Who knows? Your wish maybe granted... Like who doesn’t love Jealous Billy??

Can’t wait to see where this goes!

[staycatcher]

Brewgie’s Prompts!!!

Intro!!!

These are all prompts I’ve been keeping to myself or just general prompts, feel free to send in requests with a member and any additions or mixtures of these you’d like! These prompts most likely have an originally intended member, but I’m really flexible with these, you can send in your preferred member or say you want the original!! Either is perfect!~ Feel free to add personal additions and mixtures from this list you’d like!

What I’ll Write!!!

As of rn, I’m only willing to write for stray kids, dreamcatcher, jimin park (the female soloist), x readers (any/all pronouns), platonic or romantic and everything but smut and gore, for now, I’ll update if things change! 

Also, I’m a human being so if you send in a req, please be patient with me; I’m a perfectionist and won't post anything unless I’m pleased with it :D Please understand that I also have the power to reject ideas I’m not comfortable with writing or generally don’t feel inspired to write

Rules!!! 

All you have to do is be following me and send in a request through my asks:D the formula to put in the ask is as follows: number(s)! member(s) x pronouns reader, genre(s) [+platonic if you want]

I.e. “hello~ can you please write a  39 reverse! + 7! Seungmin x they/them reader, fluff and comedy, please n thank you with a cherry on top” 

Entries I did will be linked with an “x” at the end of the prompt! 

The Prompts!!! 

Bowling date!

 Carnival/Theme park date! 

 Study date! 

 Coffee date! 

 Date idea that you give me! :o

 Kinds of dates headcanons!

 Meeting for the first time! 

 You confess to them!

 They confess to you! 

 Member as boyfriends headcanon! 

 Kissing them for the first time! 

 Kinds of kisses headcanons! 

 Frech kiss / makeout (that’s as smutty as I’ll go-)

 Cuddling them for the first time! 

 Kinds of cuddling headcanons! 

 You wear their clothes for the first time! 

 Caught in the rain! 

 Truth or dare!  

 Spin the bottle! 

 Seven minutes in heaven! (see 13, tho it’s not necessarily guaranteed, it could be an awkward seven minutes~)

 First sleepover! 

 Road trip!

 Transplant donor au! (this is weird, ngl, but basically one of the members was your kidney donor, and you meet up later? It’s weird-) (or I guess you get an organ donation from them that you received when they died but that's sad-) (the reverse is good too!) 

Blind! You (Like my Chan fic) (the reverse is good too!)

 Wheelchair-bound! Member (the reverse is good too!) 

 Mentally ill! You  (the reverse is good too!) (also feel free to specify what kind)

Roommate au! x

You show up to a costume party / halloween party and you dress up as the same thing or a matching couple, completely unplanned! (if you want the same or couple let me know or I decide~)

You work at a store/cafe/anywhere-really and they make you flustered whenever they come in, and they flirt outrightly to you and leave good tips! (the reverse is good too!) 

You’re a waiter and they’re the performer at a fancy restaurant and you have a crush on them! (the reverse is good too!)

Athlete! Member x Mascot! You! (the reverse is good too!) 

Class Partners! / Lab Partners! 

 Nanny! Au (you nanny their kids or they nanny yours, doesn't necessarily need to be their actual kid it can be a sibling or anything) 

 Neighbor! Au (can be from childhood or current~)

Badboy! Member 

Badgirl/boy/enby! You 

Goodboy/girl/enby! Member 

Goodgirl/boy/enby! You 

Baker! You au! (the reverse is good too!)

 Tutor! You 

Tutor! Member

 Chicken/food deliverer! You (i wrote a crackfic that I never posted that can be recycled-) (the reverse is good too) 

Idol! Member x Idol! You

Fan! You x Idol! Them (I suppose the reverse good too, lmao it’d just be more of a challenge!) 

Fan! You x Idol! Member but you bias another member (I suppose the reverse is good too, lmao it’d just be more of a challenge!) 

Trainee! Au (y’all were or are currently trainees together) 

 Idol! Member x you (basically no aus involved it’s just what it's like dating them as they are now) (I suppose the reverse is good too, lmao it’d just be more of a challenge!) 

Makeup Artist/Stylist! You (I suppose the reverse is good too, lmao it’d just be more of a challenge!) 

 Best friend! Au 

 Friends to lovers! Au

 Enemy to Lover! Au  

 Family Friend! Au 

 Fake dating! Au 

 Soulmate! Au 

 Rejected Soulmate! au (Like my Minho fic)

 Arranged Marriage! Au 

 Foreign exchanged student! you au (the reverse is good too!)

 College/University! Au (just higher education au, not necessarily with frats/sororities involved) 

Frat/Sorority! Au (Can be the same universe as my “Anguish” fic, or not~)

 Grease! Au (inspired from the movie Grease)

 Artist! Au (either you or member is an artist!) 

Tattooer! au (either you or member or you both can be tattooers!)

 Hogwarts! Au (Indicate what house you want the reader to be in if you want~) (PS I have my own sortings for them, but you are welcome to specify what house you’d want them to be in)

 Bender! Au (Kind of like tlok/atla where you can bend the one of the four elements or can be the avatar and its subcategories, or can be a specific thing like lightning or ice/snow) (Feel free to specify i.e. airbender! jeongin x nonbender! you)

 Merperson! Member au

 Merperson! You au

 Pirate! Au (the mermaid and pirate thing can be combined:D)

 Cowboy! Au (Feel free to specify i.e. sherif! you x cowgirl! jimin) 

 Werewolf! Au (Feel free to specify i.e. werewolf! chan x alpha! you)

 Shapeshifter! Au (Basically like the werewolf au, just not wolf..) (Feel free to specify i.e. catshifter! felix x human! you)

 Fairy! Au (Feel free to specify i.e. fairy! yoohyeon x you) x

 Witch! Au (Feel free to specify i.e. witch! seungmin x demon! you)

 Elf! Au (Feel free to specify i.e. elf! you x hyunjin)

 Druid! Au (Feel free to specify i.e. druid! you x minji) 

 Demon / Angel / Fallen Angel! Au (Feel free to specify i.e. demonl! minho x fallenangel! you) 

 Fantasy au idea you give me! 

 Cryptid Hunting! Au (got the idea from here, and hunting as in searching/finding not killing cuz it’s not cool to kill cryptids)

 Prince/ss/x! Member au! (i already have mental concepts for skz so just send in a member! But if you have a ~vision~ already I’d be intrigued to hear!) 

Royalty! Au! (basically all royalty dynamics besides like prince stuff i.e. prince/ss/x! you x knight! changbin) 

 Last day on earth! Au (basically, you or the world has one final day on earth, and you get to decide how you want to spend it / what you’d do) (Can be considered an apocalypse au but I can’t write or read gore so it’s not that side of it, or can just be that you, alone, will die, that’s a concept too lmao)

 Disney/Pixar! Au (I already have concepts for what princess movie with who for skz, so send in a member for that! But if you want a non-princess movie let me know! I.e. Brave  with Jimin) 

 An au idea you give me! :o

 Inspired by the song “Thank God for Girls” by Weezer 

Inspired by the song “Sunburn” by Ed Sheeran

Inspired by the song “Passion Fruit” by drake (but I like the paramore cover hehe ;))

 Inspired by the song “Overnight Sensation” by børns (I have a really cool idea for this one👀)

 Inspired by the song “American Money” by børns

Inspired by the song “Boyfriend” by coin

Inspired by the song “From Afar” by Vance Joy

Inspired by the song “Heart Eyes” by coin

Inspired by the song “You Think” by SNSD (a battle of badness with badboy/girl/enby! Member x badgirl/boy/enby! you)

 Inspired by the song “Billie Jean” by Michael Jackson (my idea was to write this but the reverse! Like the reader is a badass Billie Jean and the member is pining for them) 

Inspired by the song “i love you” by Billie Eilish

Inspired by the song “Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince” by Taylor Swift

 Inspired by the song “I.L.Y.” by The Rose

 Inspired by the song “Insomnia” by The Rose

 Inspired by the song “What can I do?” by Day6

 Inspired by the song “Chocolate” by Day6

Inspired by the song of your choosing :o (note, if I don’t find the song you choose to be inspiring to me or appropriate I’ll have to reject it

 Request me anything,’:o (note, if I don’t find the req you choose to be inspiring to me or appropriate I’ll have to reject it

[triviuhtae]

the color of fate (01) | kth

━ pairing: taehyung x reader (referred to by nickname) ━ genre: prince!au | fluff, humor, just a little bit of angst  ━ word count: 6.9k ━ a/n: this is heavily inspired/based on the anime (snow white with the red hair) with a few changes here and there so please do not come for me      ━ warnings:  talk about death in a family, mistresses/concubines, family separation, minor injuries, curse words, poisoning  ━ summary: Running away from home is never easy, but maybe with Taehyung, it can be. Not according to him though. ━ excerpt: “I’m sure you’re so used to helping others, so I thought you’d let me help you.”

It grows darker inside of the small tavern as she assists a patient, her sister walking up to her with a small glass bottle in her hand. The elder woman takes the pharmacist’s hand in one of her own with a grateful smile as her other hand holds onto the cane that she uses to help her walk. “Thank you so much, dear.” The old lady tells her weakly as the younger female helps her to her feet.

“It’s no problem, Mihee.” She grins as the older individual lets go of her hand to stand up a bit straighter and she pulls her lips into a tight smile, wrinkles appearing at the corners of her eyes. Turning to look at her sister, she gives the bottle to the elder and motions for her to put it in her small leather bag that hung across her shoulder. “Remember to drink a sip of it twice a day for a week. The pain in your foot should be gone by then but if it’s not, come back and either Sooyun or I will make you something stronger.”

“Jangmi,” Her little sister calls her by her nickname, catching her attention as she looks away from Mihee. “Don’t forget to give her the leaves for her tea as well.” Jangmi raises her eyebrows, surprised at herself for not remembering, but mentally thanking her sister as she reaches another bottle on a nearby shelf.

After giving Mihee the leaves, she nods towards the sisters. “You know, your grandparents would be so proud of how you two have grown.” She suddenly states as Jangmi shyly looks to her sister and then to the ground, her long brown hair falling into her face before she lifts a nervous hand to push a strand behind her ear at the compliment.

It was no secret that they had been raised right by their grandparents when their parents left them behind as children. She was only five at the time, meaning that Sooyun was only one years old. The siblings work hard every day to live up to their grandparents’ names ever since their accident in a neighboring town just a year ago. The ancestors had set out on a search for a rare herb that would help with their medicines but were caught in a raid and killed by thieves. Jangmi was incredibly heartbroken at the news but, now that she was responsible for raising her little sister on her own, she quickly picked up her own set of gloves and started running the small pharmacy they owned in town.

Mihee leaves without another word, the bell above the door chiming as Jangmi takes a seat on a nearby chair. “Besides Billi, I think Mihee is my favorite customer.” Sooyun nonchalantly states as she props herself up onto the counter and looks down at her older sister with a playful smile. “She’s just so old and cute, reminds me of grandma.”

Huffing out in exhaustion as a response, Jangmi can’t stop the growing smile on her face. No matter how tired she was, she could never forget the feeling she felt when helping someone in need. She was especially happy to have her sister see how rewarding this line of work was in hopes that she will be able to run the business herself one day. “Listen, I need you to grab some ingredients from the market before it closes.” She tells her sibling as she gets up and pats her arm with a small grin. “I’ll close up.”

Sooyun groans slightly as she rolls her head back. “Do I have to? I’d rather be the one to close.” As she brings her head back up, she’s met with Jangmi’s beaded eyes and arms crossed over her chest. Raising her hands in surrender, Sooyun grunts. “Fine, I’ll go, but only because I love you. Give me your list.”

After handing her the paper with the ingredients written on it, Jangmi bids her sister farewell at the door and turns to face the shop with her hands on her hips. “What a mess.” She mutters to herself, taking a few steps forward as she picks up random rags here and there as well as rejected medicines and empty cups of tea.

The bell rings once more and Jangmi gets ready to tell her sister to hurry up before it gets dark outside. However, as she slowly turns around, she’s surprised to see one of the guards from the palace. “By order of Prince Yurim, we hand over this letter written by him himself.” They pass the scroll to Jangmi, who takes it with a shaky hand and knitted eyebrows.

She half expects the guard to leave but as he stands there with his eyes glued to her, she knows she will have no luck of making him go away unless she reads the letter right then and there. Quickly unfolding the piece of paper before Sooyun comes back to see the knight in their shop, Jangmi walks over to the counter and reads what Prince Yurim has to say to her.

To Choi Y/n,

Firstly, may I take this moment to appreciate your different colored eyes and long, rich chocolate brown hair. I’ve been watching you for quite some time now and I’d like to make a formal request. Please join me at my castle where you will be appointed as my concubine and personal pharmacist. I’d like to point out that this is not an option, but an order.

Can’t wait to see you,

Prince Yurim

“Is he serious?” She wonders out loud, forgetting that the guard is there as he takes a step forward and places his hand on the hilt of his sword. “I-I mean, this is all so sudden. Is he sure that this is what he wants?” She tries to question innocently, not wanting to stir up any trouble with a soldier as she knew it would be an immediate defeat on her part.

The guard removes his hand so that they’re both behind his back and he adjusts his footing on the uneven wood floor in attempt to not come off as intimidating as before. “Prince Yurim is very serious. He seems to have taken a liking to you, especially your rare eye colors.” At his comment, she instantly looks away and tries to avoid his gaze. Sensing the uncomfortableness, the soldier takes a gulp of air and sighs. “He expects you at the castle tomorrow morning as confirmation. I suggest you clean up and pack your belongings.” As he turns to walk out the door, Jangmi raises her head and glares at the back of his helmet. Suddenly, the guard stops at the threshold and looks over his shoulder at the commoner. “Oh, and don’t be late.”

As soon as the guard walks out of her store and is out of sight, Jangmi lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding in. She couldn’t fathom the thought of being Yurim’s mistress and living out the rest of her life in his castle. The idea fills her with so much disgust and rage that she crumbles up the letter in her hands, but before she can toss it into a corner of the room, the bell rings once more. “Jangmi, they were all out of Echinacea, but I got the last bit of Burdock.” She shoves the crumbled note into the pocket of her tunic as she whips her head around to be greeted by the sight of her sister waltzing towards the counter. Sooyun deposits the contents from the market onto the wood before finally looking up to meet her sibling’s eyes. “Hello? You there?”

Looking up from her back, Jangmi meets her sister’s eyes and nods her head. “Yes, sorry. Thank you.” She quickly responds before scurrying towards the materials to put them into their proper places. Sooyun furrows her eyebrows before turning to face her, catching Jangmi off guard. She stops what she’s doing and catches her gaze with a surprised expression. “What?”

“What’s wrong?” Sooyun inquires as she crosses her arms over her chest, Jangmi shrugging her shoulders and asking her what she means. “You’re acting odd.” She comments before her eyes goes wide and she rests her arms at her sides. “God, don’t tell me that bum came in and bothered you for alcohol again!”

“No! No, Sooyun, just relax. Nothing happened.” Jangmi quickly disregards with a shake of her head as she holds a hand out towards her to stop her from talking. Her heart is heavy as she holds herself back from telling Sooyun the truth. If she did, she would only be putting her sister in danger. After a substantial amount of silence followed her frazzled remark, Jangmi finally straightens her posture before clearing her throat. “There’s leftover dinner for you upstairs. I decided I’ll be working late, so you can go ahead without me.”

“We won’t be eating together?” Sooyun immediately responds with, watching in disappointment as Jangmi shakes her head no. Her younger sister bites her bottom lip quickly, as if coming up with a plan in her head before speaking it out loud. “I could bring dinner down and keep you company if you like.”

“It’s alright. I’m not hungry or tired yet. I’ll be preparing some medicines for our patients in the morning, so it’s not as busy as it was today.” A frown appears on her sister’s thin, pink lips, but she nods her head anyway. “I promise I’ll go to sleep soon. Go on.” Without time to react, Sooyun rushes forward to give Jangmi a hug. She’s shocked at first, but then Jangmi opens her arms to properly hold her sister. “Hey, guess how much I love you.” She commands but the sibling says nothing, causing Jangmi to whine. “Sooyunie!”

The fabric of her tunic moves as she feels Sooyun smile against it. “I love you right up to the moon and back.” She answers before pulling back and letting go. “We’re supposed to say it the other way around, Jangmi.” Jangmi knew very well that they had switched lines, because she had done it on purpose. She knew what she had to do, and it pained her as she looked into her sister’s bright blue eyes. Hiding the hurt that she felt, Jangmi grins and rolls her eyes at her sister before jolting her head in the direction of the staircase. “Good night!”

Once her sister was out of sight, the corner of her lips immediately drop into a frown and a heavy sigh leaves her lips. “I’m so sorry, Sooyun, but I can’t stay here.” She tells herself in a whisper before tightening the string of her apron as she starts to prepare the medicines their patients will need for at least the next month.

She’s up all night, the sky outside beginning to slowly brighten as she ties a string around the last bottle of medicine. Patting her hands against the black apron draped over her usual clothing, Jangmi smiles down at the alignment she’s created with a proud smile. In front of each bottle is a name and directions, all personalized with a special thank you at the end of the note.

Throwing off her apron to the side, she reaches for random herbs and medicines throughout her numerous bookshelves and shoves them into a satchel before throwing the strap over her shoulder. With all the candles blown out in the back of the store, the last remaining piece of wax sat in the front window as its flames welcomed her. She steps towards it in awe as a crunch sounds from beneath her. Removing her foot, she sees the note from Prince Yurim that she had put in her apron earlier that night. It must have fallen out when she tossed the linen moments ago. Unable to stop herself, she picks it up and opens the scroll to read it once more, the same anger swirling in the pit of her stomach from before now mixed with sorrow at the thought of her sister.

Instead of destroying the paper, Jangmi straightens out the crinkles and places it down beside the candle. Without a second thought, she reaches for a pair of scissors on the counter behind her and puts it up to her ponytail. Taking a deep breath in, the next thing Jangmi hears is the sound of the scissors cutting into her hair as she struggles to get it through to the other end as evenly as she can. Once the inches are departed from her head, she places it on the letter beside the candle and grins in satisfaction. Glancing at the counter behind her, her eyes land on a stack of paper with a writing utensil beside them.

An idea forms in her head as her mind reels back to her sibling. Maybe she could leave a note for her sister to find when she wakes up and sees that her Jangmi is nowhere to be found. It could be risky if Prince Yurim or the guards found it, but she could tell Sooyun to burn it afterwards. Quickly, she scribbles a short letter for her sibling to read in a few hours’ time.

Putting up the hood of her tunic to cover her, now botched and short, brown hair, she blows out the fire in one puff and exits the shop. Her boot covered feet walk along the dirt path for about an hour before she finally makes it out of the town, the sun rising just over the horizon as she gives the cluttered cottages one last nod before giving them her back. Hooves clacking against the ground come from behind as she moves over to the side of the road to allow a clear passage. However, as the man on the wagon sees her, he slows down the horse and waits for her to come up beside him again before saying something. “Excuse me, ma’am.” He calls sweetly, gaining Jangmi’s attention as she lifts her head to look at him from under her hood. “I’m not sure where you’re going but I’m headed to Sangdo in case you would like join.”

Glancing at the ground, then the horse, and then back at the old man, Jangmi clears her throat to speak. “I have no money.” She tells him honestly, her hand hovering over her satchel as she keeps it from moving forward.

“Ah,” He disregards with a wave of his hand before signalling for her to hop on. “No charge miss. I just hate to see you walk into the woods alone.” Jangmi grins before walking to the stacks of hay on the bed of the wagon as she grips onto a metal fencing and pulls herself onto it. She settles herself on top of a bulk of hay before giving the old man acknowledgement that she was all set to go. Pulling the reigns of his horse up and down harshly, the creature begins moving at a much faster pace than what Jangmi’s feet were doing moments ago. “Going somewhere important?”

Upon barely hearing his question due to the creaking of the wagon mixed with the wheels turning as well as the horse’s hooves, she calls over her shoulder without looking at him. “I hope so.” The man gives her a chuckle as a response. “I’ve decided I want to live my life my own way.”

For the most part, the ride is silent. A comment here and there slips from his mouth as he attempts to conduct casual conversation with her. Finally, at a fork in the road, he stops the wagon and turns in his seat as to meet her gaze. “Sangdo is in this direction if this is where you’re headed.” He announces, pointing to the right as her eyes follow his finger.

Collecting her items and making sure she had everything she left her town with, she hops off the back of the wagon and walks towards the front. “I’m going this way. Thank you again for the ride, it was very kind of you.” She gives him a slight bow before quickly pulling her hood tighter over her head to shield her hair and eyes from the stranger. The man nods in response, giving her a small ‘you’re welcome,’ before he whips the reigns on his horse and continues on his way into Sangdo.

Turning on her heel, Jangmi’s mismatching eyes land on the forest ahead of her. Putting one boot in front of the other, she steadily makes her way through the woods with no care in the world as she begins to whistle a tune out loud. Her hands are clasped together behind her back as her eyes travel over the greenery, taking in the sights of the trees that tower over her by at least one hundred feet. The sun shines through the leaves and glistens against the water droplets from the short rain shower that had occurred earlier that day.

As she walks, the sound of a branch breaks in the distance and catches her attention. Unable to suppress her curiosity, she walks in the direction of the noise with a cautious attitude. As she approaches an opening in the trees, she is shocked to find a small abandoned house sitting at two stories tall with a long stone wall on one side that protruded out to provide shading near the front door. Her once careful gestures were replaced with those of astonishment as her mouth slightly hangs open and she walks up to the front door.

One knock at first, and then two. Three more knocks before Jangmi sighs in frustration and bangs the bottom of her fist against the wood. “Hello! Is anyone here?” She yells, raising her voice as she tilts her head back to try and look through the second-floor windows. There was no movement and no sound, but, it was getting dark again and she knew she couldn’t stay in the woods. “Please! I need to stay the night if that’s alright!”

Still nothing. She huffs out in annoyance as she crosses her arms over her chest and furrows her eyebrows. She walks down the short steps made out of rock and takes a seat in the grass next to the front door and under the biggest window on the home’s exterior. Perhaps she could just wait until whoever owns the cottage comes home and then she will have a proper talk with them about spending the night before she heads off again the next morning.

As the sky gets darker, her eyelids become heavier with the threat of sleep. She blinks hard, attempting to stay up, but it’s no use as they flutter shut and she finds herself in a comfortable position with her satchel as a pillow on the ground beside her. It’s not long until she falls asleep, however, it’s also not long until she wakes up at the crack of dawn as a habit from her previously jampacked schedule in Busan.

Her eyes adjust to the light shining in her face as she lifts a hand to shield herself from the brightness. Squinting, she looks into the woods for any sign of the homeowner once again, although she soon notices that the grass at the edge of the forest still only has her own footprints from the day before. Standing to her full height, she cups her hands around her eyes and tries to look through the window she had slept under. It’s too dark, even with the sun shining down on the structure, so, she turns around and prepares herself to knock on the front door once again.

She gets about three steps away from the window before noises from the other side of the stone wall catch her attention. Her eyebrows knit together at the center of her forehead as she turns in the direction of the stone wall and moves about six inches closer. The sounds become louder and louder, her heart beating faster as she wonders what waits for her on the other side. Without much time to prepare for what was to come, she’s surprised as a boy jumps over the stone wall and flies in her direction.

Immediately, the boy sees her, and his eyes widen slightly in fear as he realizes he has nowhere to land, the panic rising in his throat as he tries to yell at her to get out of the way. Her feet are glued to the ground as her own eyes double in size and she holds up her arms to protect herself from the impact. The dark-haired boy falls onto her, the both of them hurtling to the ground as a sharp pain becomes prominent on her forehead and a sword sheath goes flying towards the house.

“Ow,” He speaks in a deep voice, squinting his eyes shut even harder than they already were as his arm aches with a burning sensation. Opening just one of his eyes, he looks beside him to see her body turned away from him. Quickly getting on his knees, he pokes her back just as the hood of her tunic falls to reveal her short, brown hair and he inhales sharply at the sight before finding the courage to speak. “Hey, are you okay?”

She groans as she uses her hands to push herself up, still facing away from him as she lifts a hand to her forehead. Pulling it back, her eyes settle on the red liquid draping her fore finger and middle finger. Slowly turning, she glances over her shoulder to meet his eyes as his lips part and his jaw drops at the sight. “Shit, you’re bleeding. Does it hurt?” She answers his question with a lie by shaking her head no and reaching for her satchel to find a medicine that will help ease the discomfort.

“Taehyung! Tae!” A man’s voice suddenly sounds, catching her off guard as she searches for the individual responsible for the bright voice. It made her head hurt as she whipped it back and forth before seeing two figures come out from behind the stone wall. They’re both noticeably shorter than the boy who flew into her and are not dressed as fancy. Their clothes almost seemed as if they were a uniform, and even if they were, she couldn’t help but feel a bit ashamed by the rags she had thrown together to wear. One of the men lick their extremely plump lips as he takes in the sight of, who she assumed was, Taehyung. “Would you look at that? I guess you finally did fall for someone.”

“I was going to make that joke, Jimin.” Taehyung states in annoyance as he slowly rises from the ground and walks towards his sheath. She takes this opportunity to put her hood back on and crawls toward her spot under the window. “You always do that, you know. It’s not fair, especially when it’s a really good one.”

Jimin scoffs at him, removing his hands from behind his back as he loses his professional attitude. “Cry me a river, Taehyung.” He responds sarcastically with a slight exaggeration to his voice before he turns and looks at the other man, whose arms are crossed over his chest. “Can you believe this, Hobi?”

“Hoseok hyung, please.” Taehyung begs as he walks closer to all of them, his eyes trained on the two men before him. “Tell him he’s wrong and that I’m right. How many times have I made that joke before, but it wasn’t as funny?” Hoseok says nothing, his lips pulled into a thin line as dimples appear on each side. Tae groans and throws his head back. “It’s only funny now because I actually did run into someone.” His eyes suddenly widen before his head snaps to the right and his dark brown eyes land on her as she continues to crawl on all four in an attempt to make a break for it. “Wait, you’re injured.”

She mentally curses herself at his sharp memory. Her eyes move to his arm as she notices that he’s holding onto it as if it hurts him as well. “You’re injured, too.” She shoots back, still ignoring her own injury as she digs through her satchel once more. Taehyung steps closer to her but is careful to keep his distance as she pulls out a glass bottle. “I’m a pharmacist. I think I have something that can help.”

“No but thank you.” Taehyung instantly says, holding out his good hand with his long fingers spread out, simple silver rings wrapped around three of them. He lowers it as to rest his hand on his hip. “You’re a stranger to me. For all I know, you could be trying to poison me.”

Her attitude changes after his words. Though she’s already wounded, she reaches out and takes Taehyung’s sheath from his waist, the button easily coming undone. “Hey!” He yells out right before his eyes enlarge at the sight of her pushing the sheath down onto her arm at only half of her strength. Pain shoots up her forearm as she bites down on her bottom lip, regretting the action immediately but knowing that she needed to change Taehyung’s mindset about her. Looking back up, she meets Taehyung’s dumbfounded expression as she tries hard to keep her face calm.

Placing the sheath down in front of her, she uses the medicine she was going to give Tae and places some of it on her area of irritation to prove that it was, in fact, not poisonous. When she looks up again, she can see as Jimin smirks down at her from beside Tae before he elbows the boy. “She got you good, Taehyung.” Jimin is struggling to hold in his laughter, his composure slowly diminishing the more he looks at Tae’s surprised face. “You’re so cautious for nothing more than just a small girl in the woods.”

She couldn’t help but think that this was all a joke to the three of them. Even Hoseok, or as Jimin had called him, Hobi, couldn’t keep himself from letting out a slight chuckle. This only annoyed her more as she stands and collects her satchel before marching off into the forest without looking back at the three men.

She uses the inside of her hood to clean whatever blood had spilled from the cut above her left eyebrow before pressing it against her forehead firmly to stop the flow. “Wait up!” A voice calls out to her as she turns around to see Taehyung running toward her. Stepping out of the way, she watches as Taehyung slides to a stop beside her. She rolls her eyes and tries to walk away but Taehyung’s hand stops her as he places it on her shoulder. “I’d be an ignominy if I let a battered girl walk through the forest alone.”

“I’m perfectly fine on my own.” She counteracts with, pointing to the medicine bottle in her bag as she shrugs his hand off her shoulder and continues walking. “Have been my whole life.” Taehyung picks up his own pace to catch up with her before she turns her head to the right to see him attempting to match her strides. With a sigh, she shakes her head and looks ahead of them at an opening in the distance.

“You’re not from here.” Taehyung suddenly observes, bringing his dark, prominent brows to the center of his forehead from what she can see under his bangs as he stares at her. “I would’ve remembered your name if you were from here, especially with those different colored eyes. So, that begs the question,” The two of them stop for a moment as Tae warily pulls down her hood. “What brings you to Daegu?”  

She pretends to not hear Taehyung’s question as she continues to walk, her eyes milking in the sight of an open field surrounded by trees reaching beyond the sky as she decides to introduce herself. “My name is y/n. But everyone who knows me calls me Jangmi.” It’s not until he relentlessly repeats his inquiry and steps in front of to stop her form strolling through the forest, that she finally looks up to meet his eyes and lets out a heavy sigh. “Maybe I’m searching for the good things in life.” She wholeheartedly states, momentarily thinking about her sister and wondering if Daegu would be the place where they could live out their lives in peace. After a second thought, she smiles up at the boy to lighten the conversation. “I thought it would be easier here.”

“Good things aren’t supposed to be easy. We have to fight for them. In Daegu, and in everywhere else too.” Taehyung instantly contends back just as she leans her back against the trunk of a tree and he stands in front of her with his eyebrows screwed together. It’s not that he didn’t want good things for her, he wanted good things for everyone. But, he knew from experience that good things were never just handed over. “I’m a strong believer in good things being worth fighting for in the end.”

She goes to walk off once more but something pulls her back, a pain shooting down the back of her head as her hand reaches up to discover that her hair is stuck to a piece of bark. She struggles a few seconds with it before realizing that she can’t get herself free. “Taehyung, can you please cut my hair for me?” The boy freezes at his name spilling from her lips, his eyes trained on her as if nothing else in this world mattered in that moment. “It doesn’t have to be perfect.”

He gets ready to unsheathe his sword, his fingers wrapping around the hilt before he tilts his head to one side and then releases the handle. “No.” He responds firmly, causing her lips to part in shock as he smirks down at her, his hair slightly covering his eyes. “Not until you tell me the real reason why you’re in Daegu.”

“Taehyung.” She slightly whines his name, dragging out the syllables but it’s no use as it only causes his grin to grow wider as she drops her hands to her sides and gives up. Taehyung stands his ground, attempting to hold a gaze with the pretty girl in front of him as she finally gives in. “It was my choice to leave.”

After she reveals some form of the truth, Taehyung decides to poke further as he closes the distance between them. “Leave from where? And why?” He inquires, his eyes grazing over her body. He’s unsure why he wants to know everything about the girl with the different colored eyes, but he just knows that he has to.

“I’m from Busan.” She admits to her origin, watching as Taehyung’s eyebrows raise with slight surprise. “My grandparents owned a pharmacy and I worked there with my sister all my life.” As she speaks about her family, she quickly takes the inside of her cheek between her teeth and gnaws on it softly before looking down at Taehyung’s sword. “The prince ordered me to be his concubine, so I ran away.”

The man in front of her exhales from his mouth loudly in dissatisfaction, causing her to glance up as she comes face to face with a very disgruntled Taehyung. “He wants you to be his mistress?” He scoffs. “What about your grandparents? And your sister? Did they do anything about it?” She quickly points to her hair with wide eyes, to which Taehyung chuckles a bit. “Oh, right.” He says before unsheathing his sword and holding it carefully at the back of her head.

The piece of hair is cut clean and she’s freed from the tree, Taehyung eyeing her as her hand reaches to the back of her head and she lets out a sad sigh. “My grandparents died a little over a year ago.” She informs him as he tries to immediately apologize. “No, no, it’s okay. As for my sister…” She trails off as her eyes prick with oncoming tears. “I left her behind with a note. I told her I would come back for her when I found a safe place.”

“That’s a lot to handle. I hope you can reunite with your sister soon.” Taehyung comments, the girl nodding in agreement without looking at him. “I can understand why you ran away now. Does your haircut have something to do with the story as well?”

Looking up from the spot of grass separating them, she plays with the hair at the nape of her neck and shakes her head yes. “The prince sent one of his guards with a letter stating that he loved my eyes and hair.” With the same hand, she runs her fingers through her hair and pushes her bangs out of her face. “I can’t change anything about my eyes, so I decided to cut my hair and leave it for him since he adored it so much.”

Taehyung puts a hand to his mouth, but not quickly enough as she sees a smile hiding behind his long and bony fingers. “You surely are something else, Jangmi.” He states while stifling a laugh, her nickname falling from his lips like honey before he puts his hands on his hips and regains his composure. “Don’t worry about the prince. I’ll protect you from him here, in Daegu.”

Taken aback by his sudden offer, she waves him off and begins to slowly step away from him.  “That’s not necessary, but I really appreciate it.” She begins to say, Taehyung quickly interrupting her to say that he insists on caring for her and her sister, regardless of her appreciation. Tilting her head to one side as she rests her arms under her breasts, she sends Taehyung a questionable glance. “Why me?”

It’s as if he has to think about it for a moment, eyes looking to the sky as he rests a finger on his lips and his eyebrows furrow in deep concentration. After a few seconds, he gazes at her and shrugs his shoulders. “To be honest, you’re the only one I’ve ever spent this much time and effort on.” He shamelessly discloses to her, a small blush growing on her cheeks as Taehyung grins at the sight. “I’m not sure why yet. Maybe you’ll just have to stick around to discover the true reason.”

At the sight of Taehyung’s smile, that seemed to resemble a box shape, the air left from her lungs. She wasn’t sure what it was, but she felt as if she was falling in love at first sight. Wait, no, love at second sight. She’s only just met Taehyung but there’s a warmth in her chest that tells her she’s going to fall in love with him. She doesn’t love him now, but it’s inevitable that she will.

Taehyung and Jangmi go back to the abandoned house to see that it’s not abandoned anymore. From the yard, they can see lights on through the front window, two bodies aimlessly walking around as they set up something on a table. Entering the home, they’re surprised to see Jimin and Hoseok sitting down with a game of chess set up between them. Jimin has a concentrated expression on his face while Hoseok sits back, smugly staring down at the piece of wood between them. With his hand taking hold of her elbow, Taehyung leads her to a loveseat in the living space and sits her down before walking away.

When he returns, Taehyung sits beside her and opens an emergency kit. “What’s all that for?” She inquires innocently, her eyebrows knitting together as she looks from the bandages to Taehyung’s deep brown eyes.

“Your head.” Taehyung responds simply, using his left hand to hold her bangs back as he uses the rag in his right hand to clean the wound. “I’m sure you’re so used to helping others, so I thought you’d let me help you.” She hisses when he hits a sensitive part of the skin and his face immediately drops. “Sorry. Maybe I should just stick to my day job.”

“It’s okay, it just aches a little. I should be fine though.” She watches intently as Taehyung grabs a bandage and some tape to protect the cut on her forehead. Once he’s done, she expects him to put away the materials, but instead, he holds out his own arm. Tilting her head to the side as she looks up at him through her lashes, he avoids her stare by turning his head towards the window. “Oh, now you want my medicine, huh?”

Taehyung struggles to hide the growing smile on his lips as he pushes his arms towards her some more. She rolls her eyes playfully and reaches into her satchel for the same medicine she used on her own arm earlier. After lathering a decent amount on his wound, she takes the same bandages from the kit and wraps it around his forearm. She’s careful to not tie it too tight but she also doesn’t want it to be loose enough to fall off. As she finishes, she begins to clean up the mess between them on the sofa and Taehyung finally turns his head back towards her. “Thank you.”

A loud screech echoes through the open concept of the house as the couple on the couch both turn their heads in the direction of Jimin and Hoseok with worried faces. Jimin is standing with his jaw dropped as he stares down at the chess pieces in shock. “How the hell do you beat me every time? I’m literally smarter than you!” He exasperates, lifting his arms before dropping them at his sides quickly. “Unbelievable.”

Hoseok grins mischievously, getting ready to fire back with a snarky comment before three hard knocks on the door startles all four of them. Taehyung immediately jumps to his feet and stands in front of Jangmi, blocking her view with his bottom and forcing her to look to her left where she sees Jimin and Hoseok take out their swords to point them towards the door. Slowly but surely, Hoseok walks forward and opens it deliberately.

She gets up and peers over Taehyung shoulders by standing on her toes, covering her mouth with her hand as an audible gasp leaves her throat. Tae’s head whips around as he looks down at her from over his shoulder with an arched eyebrow. “That’s the guard that gave me the letter from the prince.” She whispers to him while pointing at the man in the doorway.

Before any of the citizens inside the house can say anything, the guard holds out a basket with a blank expression. “This is a present for Miss Choi Jangmi of Busan.” They can’t see what’s hidden inside of the basket because a small blanket is draped over the items, her curiosity peaking as Taehyung takes her hand and pulls her towards the door.

Without saying anything toward the guard, Taehyung pulls a card off the basket and opens it low enough for her and him to read together. Her eyes scan the carefully written letters, her jaw dropping as the piece of paper begins to shake in Taehyung’s hands. “My sister…” She trails off, her voice hardly above a murmur as she looks to Tae.

“That damn prince.” He mutters in irritation, not caring about the look given by the guard as he takes the basket from him and slams the door closed. “First he causes you to run away from your home but now he’s threatening your sister’s life? What a scumbag.”

She watches as Taehyung sets the basket down on a small table in front of the loveseat they were sat in just moments ago. He throws the letter onto the cushions before pinching the blanket with his thumb and forefinger, slowly pulling it up as the gift beneath is revealed. Jimin and Hoseok put away their swords as they come up behind the others, peering over their shoulders as the blueberries and green grapes become visible to them as well.

The boy beside her exhales as he views the fruits with distaste, everyone else sending each other confused glances before he lifts his head to meet her eyes. “‘Blueberries and green grapes to represent the eyes that will soon be mine.’” He quotes the letter, sending chills down her spine as she reaches down to pick up a grape and prepares herself to eat it. Tae’s eyes widen slightly as he panics and takes the grape from her hand, shoving it into his mouth as he sends her a pained smile. “They taste rotten.”

Following his every gesture with her eyes, she notices as his body starts to sway a bit. “Tae?” She calls his name, only for him to respond with a small grunt as he leans towards her. “Taehyung!” Eyes enlarging in fear, she opens her arms to catch the boy, a loud groan spilling from her lips as Jimin hurries to help her drag him towards the couch. Looking up from his body, she looks to Jimin with worry clear in her discolored eyes. “Is he going to be okay?”

“Poison…” Catching her attention, she looks back down to see Tae reaching for her face. She kneels closer to his body, allowing his long bony fingers to caress her hot cheek as his eyelids continue to flutter. “The fruits are poison. Don’t eat them.” Her body shakes as his eyes finally close and his hand goes limp, his arm falling onto his chest as he turns his head and struggles to breathe peacefully. She knew deep in her heart that Taehyung was going to die, and it was all her fault.  

[mybillyhardgrove]

Thanksgiving Dinner  b.h.

a/n: my first piece!! i’m so excited to share my work and if someone reads this and likes it, lmk!!! thanks a bunch

Disclaimer: i don’t own any Stranger Things material

Word count: 2243

Warnings: just a few curse words

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader (female)

Summary: it is Thanksgiving and your mom and you attend the Hargrove’s dinner and you hatch a plan to escape with Billy

“Honey, come on.  The Hargroves are waiting for us.  It’s already 6:30 and I told them we’d be around for dinner at 6.”

“Sorry, mom, I’m almost finished… I just need the stupid- where the hell did I put my hairspray?”  You mumble and lean away from the full mirror in the bathroom.  Of course it’s not where you thought you left it, but has instead somehow magically moved its way across the room to sit atop the toilet.  You grab the cold metal, shut your eyes, hold your breath, and spray everywhere.  Once you’re satisfied and have cracked the window open to let some fresh air in, you switch off the light and follow your mom to the car.

From the little bit of information Billy has let slip about his family life, you are antsy and uncomfortable on the quick ride over to his house.  The last thing in the world you would want for your Thanksgiving is to be at a table, all stuffy in your dress and heels, looking Neil Hargrove in the eyes as you try to eat your turkey and make small conversation for however long dinner and dessert take, which you suspect will be well over two hours.  The only reason you’re doing this is because Billy has been complaining about it all week.

Though a little selfish, when he asked you to come to his house and help him get through the night, you explained how it wouldn’t be fair to leave your mom alone on a holiday.  You thought you were in the clear, but as it turned out, he convinced Susan to invite the both of you over, so now you had no choice but to sit there and smile your way through the night - prisoner to the talk of weather and what schools you’re thinking about for next year.

“This was so nice of Susan to include us in their little family tonight.  I wasn’t sure how I was going to cook a turkey on my own.”  Your shoulders slumped a little at the comment your mother made because it had so much more than just having to make dinner by herself.  This was only the second year without your father and, try as your mom might to keep herself together for your sake, the walls in your house were thin and you could hear her crying some nights when she thought you had already gone to sleep.  You didn’t say anything, but looked at her profile as she kept her eyes on the road, thankful you still had her in your life.  When she smiled at you, you decided to stop your moping and play along to give her and Billy the perfect Thanksgiving dinner they deserved.

After no time at all, you were pulling up to the small house and your mom hopped out, grabbing the bottle of wine she bought as a gift and heading up to the door.  You sat in the silent car for a few seconds, taking a deep breath and straightening your shoulders as you met her at the door.  You knocked three times and Susan popped into view as she pulled the door open.

“Welcome you two!  So excited you accepted our invitation to dinner!  Come right in and head to the kitchen.”  You gave her a tight-lipped smile and stiffened when she leaned in to kiss your cheek and comment on how beautiful you looked.  “Billy is in his room, honey.  Feel free to go in there and I will call you down when the food’s ready, which shouldn’t be more than twenty minutes.”  She gave you a warm expression and you nodded, heading away from her, your mother, and the young girl you assumed to be Max.

“Thanks, Susan.  Your house looks lovely by the way and the food smells really good.”  It wasn’t her fault after all for the actions of her husband.  Speaking of, when you rounded the corner in the hall, you came face-to-face with none other than the man of the house, Neil Hargrove.  He was much smaller than you had pictured, but he had a menacing look in his eyes nonetheless.  “Hi.”  You cleared your throat, trying to keep your palms from sweating and your voice from wavering.  “Nice to meet you, Mr. Hargrove.  I-I’m-”

Before you had to continue the awkward introduction, a wooden door flew open and relief flooded your system when you saw your knight in an unbuttoned red shirt.  “Finally, you’re here.  Dad, we’ll be in here if you need us.”  Without waiting for a reply, he pulled you in after him and shut the door.  He wasted no time pushing your body against the stiff wall and pressing his pink lips against yours, gently lifting the hem of your dress and hiking it up to your stomach.  He growled in frustration when he finally realized you were wearing tights that would make access a little more complicated.  Regardless and without breaking the kiss, he rubbed his cold hands on your hips and behind your back, nipping at your bottom lip to allow his tongue to slip between your teeth.  You sighed and pushed lightly on his bare chest, letting out a breathless giggle at the disappointment evident on his face.

“Nice to see you, too.”  You fixed the fabric bunched up on my butt and walked past Billy to the mirror against one of the walls, rubbing around your slightly swollen lips and wiping the stray lipstick away.  When you turned back, he was still in the same place watching your backside.  “Hey, Bill.  My eyes are up here.”  You winked when he finally made eye contact with you and sat on the edge of his bed, leaning back on your hands and closing your eyes.

“Listen, it’s not my fault you look sexy in your little holiday getup.”  He put his hands on the bed on either side of your thighs and gave you a much gentler peck on your lips before going over to the mirror and grabbing his lighter and a cigarette, pursing his lips and shaking his hand once the stick had been lit.  He sure was a sight for sore eyes and the way the silver pendant rested on his chest made you wish it were your lips, but you reminded yourself to stay civil and indifferent.  Tonight was not the night for your thoughts to get the best of you.  You would eat and leave.  Simple.

You could hear the muddled voices of your parents in the kitchen and noticed the muscles of Billy’s broad shoulders tighten when his father’s voice came through loud and clear.  It made you sad to see him in pain and knew this night of playing house and pretending Neil was a good person was going to be extremely hard for him, so you stood and ran your palms across his shoulders, massaging his neck a little in the process.  “Relax, baby.  I’ll be with you the whole time and we don’t even have to talk to anyone.  Once dinner is finished, we can slip back here and hang out alone.”  He let his head hang low and took a few mouthfuls of smoke, letting each breath slip out slowly.  “Talk to me.  What do you want tonight to be?  I’ll do anything for you because I know how hard this is.  Please, Billy.”

He lifted his head again and looked at you through the mirror, sighing.  “What I want is to spend this stupid holiday with you and only you.  I don’t want to eat Susan’s shitty mashed potatoes or dry turkey or smelly broccoli casserole.  I want to drive around with you and make out with you and not have to button up my shirt and pretend to be the perfect son I’m not.  I can barely even look at my dad… he is pretending we are a perfect cookie-cutter family who all love each other and communicate with gentle voices a-and play board games and shit.  We just fuckin’ aren’t and it pisses me off that I have to deal with this.”  He paused and regained his composure, knowing how his raised voice and rushed tone could get his father’s attention.  If he is heard, there will be real consequences.  “I just can’t do this.”

You are speechless because, with your relationship being only a couple months old, Billy has never been so candid about what he deals with.  He hits his fist against the wall lightly and turns to face you, wrapping his strong arms around your ribs and burying his head in the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath through his nose and sinking a bit into your embrace.  His thick lashes tickle your skin and you smile a little, rubbing his back.  Suddenly, an idea pops into your head and you put your hands on his upper arms, pushing slightly to make eye contact with him.  You see his bottom lashes are a little stuck together with what you assume are tears, but you don’t point it out because you don’t want to embarrass him.  However, you feel your heart break a little.  “I have an idea, but I’m gonna need your full support and your full cooperation for it to work.”

He perks up and cocks an eyebrow, suspicious of my intentions.  “What have you got cookin’ in that pretty little head of yours, princess?”

“You don’t want this dinner and I don’t want this dinner… how about we get out of it?”

“I’m listening.”

“The only thing is you’re going to have to act like daddy’s perfect son for a little while, which means this is going to have to be buttoned up.”  You grab the red fabric of his shirt and start doing them up to leave only one open, tickling his chest and collarbones with your fingers in the process.  “We make small talk, get ourselves plates of food, and then after an appropriate amount of time, I’ll complain about feeling sick and you can offer to drive me home.  The parents stay here and we go free.  Max is gonna be on her own, but I think she can handle it… So?  What do you think?”

“I feel like I’m choking,” he tugs on his collar, “but I can survive a little while.”  You giggle and he looks at you with a little smirk and when a questioning expression pops on your face, he explains the cause.  “You’re an evil genius.”

You curtsy and reply, “Thank you.  I try.”

 “Oh, honey.  I’m so sorry.  Are you sure I can’t do anything for you?”  You feel a little bad lying to your mom and Susan who has been a wonderful hostess, but Billy is your priority right now and, with his hand inching higher and higher on your thigh, you fake a look of hurt and nod.

“I think I just need to go home and lie down.  Thank you for dinner and thank you so much for having me.  Happy Thanksgiving.”

“You’re very welcome.  Hope you feel better.”  You smile without teeth and get up, Billy following suit and putting his hand on the small of your back.  You lean down and kiss your mom’s cheek, sensing the conflict she is facing internally.

“I’ll see you at home, mom, and don’t worry.  Take your time here.  Billy will help me.”  You rub her shoulder and shrug on your jacket with Billy’s help, walking out the door and then running to the Camaro, hopping in on the passenger’s side and slapping your hands against the dashboard.  “I can’t believe we did it!  What did I tell you?  That plan was perfect and we only had to be there for half an hour!  We have the whole night ahead of us.”  You looked to your left and saw the giant smile on your boyfriend’s face that you help put there, your heart swelling at the idea.  “What should we do now?”

“Well, I was hoping we could go back to your place and play doctor.  You are sick, after all.”  He wiggled his eyebrows and you scoffed.

“You’re an animal.  Besides, I’m hungry and I’ve been craving a Dairy Queen blizzard all week.  What do ya say, Billy?  Fries and shakes.  I need something to wash down that stuffing.  I mean, what the hell was in that?”

He laughed at your comment, nodding along.  “Alright, you little freak, we can get Dairy Queen.”  With that, he turned on the car and turned up the music.  You rolled down your window and stuck your head out, enjoying the crisp November air and the way the trees’ bare branches looked in the moonlight.  Popping back in, you leaned over and pressed a giant sloppy kiss on Billy’s cheek and a few smaller ones all over his face as he dodged your lips, trying to keep his eyes on the road.  Your hands unbuttoned his shirt and your fingers danced around his chest and sides, feeling the laughs rumbling from his chest and filling the car.  You were so incredibly happy and didn’t know a holiday could ever be so good.  You sat back in your seat and closed your eyes, cheeks sore from smiling so completely.  Billy glanced over and watched for a few seconds, so grateful that someone like you was in his life to make everything a little easier.

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that’s it and i hope you enjoyed - ellie