#hate that stupid camero..

[cloaked-cloverr]

redesigned her because the last one was bothering me 🤕 i love that stupid lesbian

[ladykailitha]

Murder in the Heartland Part 6

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I would re-read part 5 here or start from the beginning here.

In this we have the resolution of the last chapter and Eddie digs a little deeper into the night Jason died.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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Interviewer: So you weren’t expecting to be popular?

Steve shook his head: I only ever wanted to write for myself. It’s like that old writer’s adage of write as if you have the audience of one, yourself. So that’s all I’ve ever done. I don’t even give out interviews, honestly. I only agreed to this one because it’s the last book and you agreed to come to me.

Interviewer looked around at all the beautiful foliage around them, the ocean waves crashing nearby, and the comfortable house: it certainly is a lovely home, I wouldn’t want to leave it either.

Steve: Thank you. I love it here. It’s so far removed from the literal mansion I grew up in in Hawkins, Indiana, but it’s better I think.

~

“Holy shit!” Max said when Eddie handed her the letter from Billy. “You actually found him. Mom said I was wasting my money.”

“We don’t always win,” Eddie admitted with a half shrug. “But this one was a major check in the win column for sure.”

Max clutched her letter to her chest. “Is he okay? I mean I know he’s well enough to write, but is he happy?”

Eddie burst out laughing. “He’s fine, kiddo. He was just getting away from Neil like we thought. But he’s living the high life and has no plans on coming back.”

Max rolled her eyes, but smiled softly. “I’m just glad he wasn’t hurt by who ever killed Jason.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side and furrowed his brow for a moment. “You think Buckley’s savior would have hurt someone else? I always assumed it was a one off. Got pissed that Jason was about to kill someone and went berserk.”

“Like Jason started off just killing his girlfriend,” Max reasoned. “So it could have happened to our guy, too. Maybe he decided to go after assholes. I’m not stupid, I know who I would put on the top of that list after Jason Carver.”

“Billy fucking Hargrove,” Eddie said with a heavy sigh. “Yeah. I getcha. But nope! He was rescued by your pal, Harrington.”

“Steve?!” Max said brightly. “That’s awesome! I am so going to kick his ass the next time he calls. He knew I was worried about Billy and didn’t say anything! That little shit!”

Eddie burst out laughing. “I think it was more that he didn’t know what happened to Billy after they parted ways at the airport.”

Eh. It was mostly true. He had to know enough to send the Camero, but he’d let Steve or Billy tell her that one.

“Thanks, Eddie!” Max said, throwing her arms around his waist.

He hugged her tight. He was glad everything turned out all right in the end.

~

Eddie was happy Billy and Max had reunited and everything was hunky-dory between them, but all he felt in the moment was frustration.

Because there was video of Billy at a gas station, the night Jason died, buying cigarettes. Which meant that Billy couldn’t have killed Jason.

Not that Billy was particularly sad that Carver had bit the dust. He was the previous basketball captain and he had been very against Jason being the next captain. There was just something off about him.

Which apparently Billy had good instincts for, all things considered.

Eddie had ordered the camera footage before he left for Hawaii to see if they could get a timeline for when Billy left town and had only gotten it a couple days after he had found the guy in that bar.

It left Billy free and clear of the manslaughter of Jason Carver. Or whatever the hell it was the cops wanted to call it.

But that left Eddie back at the beginning. Who saved Robin Buckley’s life and thereby saved his own?

He had become good friends with Robin since their rescues by the unnamed assailant. She was hard to hate. And both being queers in a small town really helped.

“You only saw the arms, right?” Eddie asked. “So it could have been anyone who rescued you. It doesn’t have to be a guy.”

Robin sat back for a moment and thought about it. “I mean, I guess. I only assumed it was a dude with the amount of rage it took to bash Jason’s skull in, but I was pretty out of it.” She cocked her head to the side. “Also, I lied about seeing who it was. My mom and I both knew it wasn’t you, so we lied. Because there was no way that you did it after my former bestie died.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side. “I didn’t know you and Barb were friends.”

“All through out elementary and middle school,” Robins said sadly. “Then she went and became friends with Nancy and she just pulled away.”

“That sucks,” he said, shaking his head in commiseration. “So you don’t know who it was?”

“I was pretty out of it,” she said with a wince. “Jason drugged me and dragged me up to Skull Rock. I came to, like twice. Once in his pickup truck and once as he was tying me up.”

“I’m glad you’re okay,” he said giving her hand a squeeze. “And like I know I should leave it alone but it’s hard. I’ve always been one to pick at things. Scabs, the skin around my nails, people. Especially people.”

Robin snorted. “You can say that again. But no, I get it. I want to know who save me too.”

~

So Eddie put up fliers asking for any information about people who may have left town around the time of the Buckley attack.

He got a couple of whack jobs crank calling him, some were of people who had left either way before Jason’s final attack or way after, but there were a couple that interested him.

Most notably Carol Perkins. Tommy Hagan had called in and was practically whining that she left him and blew town right around the time of the murders.

So he thought he could at least dig into that one a little, because before there was Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington as Hawkins royalty, there was Carol Perkins and Tommy Hagan. Like they were voted most likely to have a white picket fence and 2.5 kids. So for her to blow town, that meant there had to be something major that would have caused her to run.

So he talked to her parents and even they couldn’t say for sure when she left. There had been so many things going on at the time, the exact date was fuzzy. They had had a death in the family, their dog had run away, and the roof sprung a leak.

All they knew was that she had come home, tears streaming down her face as she packed everything up and then just left without so much as a word.

Tommy was stonewalling him and even Tina didn’t know what had happened. She said that Carol’s best friend was Nicole, but that she had left a couple of weeks after Carol did.

“Wait!” Tina said as Eddie was about to leave. “I do remember I got a postcard from her. Hold on!”

Eddie tapped his pen against his pad impatiently. But it was only minutes before she came back out again.

“I got it just before Nicole left,” she explained, handing it to Eddie. “I think she must have got one too.”

Eddie took the card from her. The picture was of Time Square lit up at night. He turned it over and it read: Miss you lots, but I’m happy under the bright lights! All my love, Carol xoxo

“New York City?” he asked waving it up and down. “Why didn’t her parents try and find her if her last known location was New York?”

“I think they know more about her leaving town then they’re letting on,” Tina said with a shrug. “I think they all are. Tommy too.”

Eddie tilted his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“Look,” Tina said gruffly. “I was away at college when it happened, so I don’t know anything for certain, but Carol wouldn’t just pack up in the middle of the night without a reason and they know it. And I’m willing to bet my trust fund that they also know why.”

Eddie thought back to his last suspect on his case. Billy Hargrove. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “You think Tommy could’ve hit her?”

Tina’s head rocked back in shock. But he could almost see the wheels in her head turning as she thought about it. She huffed out a breath and crossed her arms. “If you had asked me before she left if it was possible, I would have told you to go to hell. There wouldn’t have even been a possibility, but now?”

“Now, it’s not only probable,” Eddie finished, “it’s the most likely scenario.”

“Yeah.”

Eddie nodded. “Thanks, Tina. I know we didn’t get on in high school, but I think you’re pretty cool.”

“You too, Eddie,” Tina said with a soft smile. “I never thought it was you who had done Chrissy in. She liked you. And that girl was a pretty good judge of character.”

“Except with Jason,” Eddie snorted, putting the address on the postcard into his notebook.

Tina shook her head. “I’m not too sure about that. I think she thought she could hold back his darkness by being with him.”

Eddie looked up and tilted his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“Every heard of the cult of personality?”

Eddie shrugged. “It’s something found in serial killers and cult leaders, right?”

Tina nodded. “Right, Jason was always able to say or do the right thing all the time. Which would come off to anyone with half a brain cell as fake as fuck, but Jason wouldn’t interested in those people. He like the stupid and the gullible. But another thing about these types of guys is that they want submissive wives. But aren’t dating the ones that already submissive, they want to break the independent, free-spirited ones to be being submissive.”

“So what,” Eddie huffed, crossing his arms, “you think she stayed with Jason to prevent him from hurting another girl?”

Because that unfortunately tracked with the girl he knew. Chrissy was the type of person who would set herself on fire to keep someone else warm. Something that Eddie had been trying to break her of before she died.

“Don’t you?” Tina said tilting her head. “Look, I’ve got to go, but if you find Carol, have her hit me up, I miss the bitch.”

Eddie snorted, but nodded anyway. He was finding that these people who cut town left people behind who missed them. And as he walked back to his truck he thought about how before the murders he was going to do the same thing with his band. Just cut loose and never come back.

But he thought about all the people who would have been worried about where he was, but especially Wayne.

He slid into the driver’s seat with a sigh. For better or worse Eddie was in Hawkins to stay.

~

Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

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[bad-biddie]

10 Things I Hate About You 2

1

I Hate The Way You Drive Your Car, and I Hate The Way You Stare

“VERONICA!” Andy slams my door open. “We need to go; you’re gonna make me late!”

“Ok, ok, I’m coming, no need for the dramatic,” I rolled my eyes as I sat out of bed.

“I promised I would meet them at 7; It’s already 6:40,” her whining continued. 

I slipped on my shoes as she grabbed my arm and dragged me out the door. I was hopping along, trying to jam my foot into my shoe. 

“Bye, mom, we’re leaving now!” Andy shouts while running out the front door

I walked with Andy down the front steps, her running a bit ahead of me, trying to rush to meet her friends, Her vampire cloak flowing behind her. I pulled my sweater closer as the night air ran through me. We walked a couple of streets until we reached Piney Wood Lane, where her group of friends was grouped around the street sign. Just as she ran up to them, that stupid blue camero skirted to a stop, and a red-headed girl in a Micheal Myers jumpsuit got out and slammed the door. 

“Ew, she’s wearing a boy costume.” one of Andys friends, Molly, I think, commented with disgust.

“Yeah, she’s such a boy like it’s so outrageous.” I looked down at Andy with disappointment 

As we were walking, I heard another car door slam behind us. 

“Hey, sweet cheeks!” Billy’s voice echoed behind us, “You sure you wanna trick or treat with the little kids instead of joining the big kids.” 

“I’m not sure I promised my mom I would watch my sister,” fiddling with the hem of my sweater, going to turn back around when he grabbed my arm.

“Come on, I’ll get you back by 9 pm, and besides, it looks like they’re going on fine without you.”

I look back to see Andy and her friends walking up to their second house. I stared for a second before making my decision. 

“Andy, meet me back here at 9 pm! Don’t be late, or I’m calling the cops!” I yelled at the back of her head, which seemed to be all that I’d been doing for a while

Billy smiled and kissed me on the cheek before opening his passenger door for me. 

He climbed in his passenger seat, and he sped off.

“Jesus, slow down a little, would you!” I shouted, gripping the seat 

“Don’t be scared, baby! Relax!” He shouted over the music with a smile

We reached Tina’s house in 5 minutes even though it would have usually taken 10. 

“God, do you always drive like that? I’m surprised you haven’t killed anyone!” I commented as I stepped out of the car

“I’m a great driver; never even gotten a ticket,” he responds, puffing his chest with pride.

He grabbed my hand as we walked to the door, already feeling the vibrations of the music running through my bones. 

As soon as we opened the door, a group of boys surrounded us a started slapping Billy on the back. “Yeah, man, you actually got her to-” 

“Yeah Yeah, that’s enough.” Billy interrupted him, his grip on my hand getting tighter

The boys all started laughing and hitting the guy, who started talking like he had made some inside joke.

“Anyways, man, we got a keg in the back and drinks on the kitchen counter,” the group of boys said while pushing us further into the party.

Billy leaned down to my ear, “Lemme show you how people party in California,” his minty breath fanning across my ear, making me shiver.

Someone thrust red solo cups into both of our hands. I smelled it, and the stench of alcohol burnt my nose.

“What do you think they put in this stuff?” asked Billy, a little concerned for my health

“Don’t be a scaredy cat; drink it fast, and you won’t even taste the alcohol. Trust me,” He answered before knocking back the whole cup with ease. 

I tried to copy him, but as soon as I swallowed a mouth full, I began coughing as the suspicious mixture burnt my throat. He laughed at my coughing fit and slapped my back. 

“Just relax and enjoy yourself” He laughed, “I’m gonna go see what this keg is all about.” 

He walked out to the backyard, where a group of boys immediately surrounded him. I pushed my way through the crowd of people before I made my way to the kitchen in search of water to wash out the alcohol taste lingering in my mouth. I saw Nancy and Steve off to the side arguing about something before she spilled punch down her shirt. The room fell silent as she stumbled off, steve following her. I quickly grabbed two bottles of water, one for me and one for Nancy, and rushed off to the bathroom after them.

I leaned into the door to ensure I wasn’t interrupting anything when I heard them arguing.

“Bullshit..” “What..” “You’re pretending…like..like we didn’t kill Barb..”

I stumbled away from the door, dropping the water bottles in shock. Digging my nails into the palms of my hand, I stormed back into the kitchen. Snatching a cup from a boy dressed in a toga. 

“Hey, that’s mine!” He protested before I downed the liquid, ignoring how it made me need to gag.

A few more drinks followed that before everything started to slow down into a blur. Next thing you know, I��m dancing barefoot on Tina’s coffee table, listening to the crowd of teenagers cheering me on. I spun on the table and made eye contact with Billy, who somehow lost his shirt outside. He stared at me for a while before walking up to the table’s edge. 

“Come on, sweet cheeks; you’re clearly too drunk. We gotta get you home.” He said, grabbing my hand and helping me off the table 

“Relaaax, Loosen up,” I slurred, leaning into his body as he slung his arm around my shoulders. 

He walked me out to the passenger side of his car and opened the door for me. I plopped in and shut my eyes. I started to come to when I felt the car park and heard his door open. I peeled my eyes open and groaned, feeling his hand on my arm helping me out of the car.

“Where are we” I mumbled, looking around at the elementary school’s playground

“You need to sober up a little bit before I take you home, baby,” he replied, sitting me down on the bench. “Do you want to tell me what that was about?”

“What do you mean?” my words still slurring slightly.

“You don’t seem like the type to get that drunk at a party,” He explained.

“They killed Barb,” I mumbled, leaning onto his shoulder. 

“What?” confusion evident in his voice.

“Steve and Nancy. They had a pool party, and they invited Barb. I couldn’t go because I was supposed to babysit Andy. That night Barb went missing, and we never found her.” I explained last year’s events: “She was presumed dead, and everyone just moved on like normal.”

There was a long period of silence before he finally decided to respond.

“When my mom left, I blamed myself for a long time. My dad always told me it was my fault, so it was easy to start making myself believe him. Sometimes people just disappear, and it’s no one’s fault. They’re just gone.” As he traced figure eight onto my hand, he said, “We have to move on like normal, or that pain will fester into anger, and we’ll turn into bad people.”

It felt like he was talking about someone he knew, but before I could respond, I groaned, feeling bile rise up my throat. He held my air back as I hunched forward and threw up in front of our feet.

“Come on, let’s get you home.” He said, helping me to my feet and walking me back to his car

I shut my eyes and listened to him beating his steering wheel to the music. I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my face.

“I hate it when you stare,” I stated, my eyes still shut.

He laughed and faced back to the front. It only took us a few minutes before we reached the front of my house. I looked down at his car’s clock, the 12:08 AM staring back at me.

“Shit!” I rushed out of the car, slammed the door behind me, and ran to the front door. I turned and waved before Billy sped off. I tried to unlock and open the door as quietly as possible just to see my mom sitting at the dining room table, staring at me.

“Where the hell have you been, Veronica.” She yelled, slamming her hands on the table. “Your sister came home all by herself and said you went off with that Hargrove boy! I call his dad, and he has no idea where either of you are!” 

“I was fine, mom. I was just at a party-” I tried to explain.

“No! Do you know how irresponsible that is? Something could have happened to your sister!” She said, still yelling

“Maybe I wanted to be a normal teenager for once instead of always having to go follow my 13-year-old sister and her friends around all fucking night!” I started screaming back, losing my temper

“Don’t you ever swear at me, you little shit! I am your mother! Do you Understand?” She screamed, walking up to me,” All I do is worry and slave and protect you! And what do I get in return? My daughter acting like an ungrateful little shit!”

I turned around calmly and walked down the hall to my room.

“Don’t you walk away from me!” I heard her screaming behind me 

I slammed the door and lay down on my mattress. Hugging my pillow to my chest, I started to cry. I cried for Barb, for my lost friendship with Nancy, for my mom’s anger, and for my own aching heart. 

[fizzigigsimmer]

Teachable Moments

Scenes from a Stranger Things LP

The Stranger Life: Teachable Moments

Steve’s mom roped him into babysitting Dustin Henderson once a month when he was thirteen years old. Dustin’s mom had to take his foster brother Eddie... somewhere. No one ever says where and Steve’s still not sure what the big mystery there is. But he and Dustin really hit it off, and Steve has been babysitting him and his friends Will, Mike, Lucas, Max and Jane ever since. He never expected to become known as the go to babysitter around town but it’s a nice feeling knowing that the kids look up to him.

His favorite thing to do is to take them to Skull Park in Oasis Springs because usually there’s no one there from Strangerville to see him acting like a total dweeb playing games with the kids. Most days though he and the kids hang out at the arcade, though the kids can get really competitive. When Mike and Dustin get into a fight at the arcade, Dustin tells the other boy he hates him and no longer wants to be his friend anymore.

Steve knows he’s just upset, that when they calm down both boys will regret what they’ve said. He can’t help but think about Billy. He hasn’t spoken to his boyfriend all week. Are they even still dating? They got into a stupid fight - at least Steve thinks it’s stupid now,  but at the time it had felt important. Now that Billy has an after school job at the auto shop, Steve hardly sees him. But when he’d tried to tell Billy how he was feeling, Billy snapped at him and called him clingy. Steve said some things back, mean things that he regrets now...

When Steve encourages Dustin to apologize to Mike when he is feeling calmer and be honest with him about how he really feels, he thinks maybe he should take his own advice. Only...he’s not sure when he’ll get a chance to see Billy, they’re both still too busy with school and other things.

As it turns out, Billy has been thinking about their fight too. When he drives up in his Camero Steve is tense, unsure if he’s about to be broken up with, and wanting to just run away from the conversation; but he can see the kids watching them from the windows of the arcade and thinks about what he just told Dustin.

Billy does not look like he’s about to break up with Steve though. He looks like he might cry, and Steve hasn’t seen Billy cry since they were in the seventh grade.

He struggles to apologize, always has, but he shows up to he plate anyway for Steve; and Steve is starting to think he might be in love with him. Maybe he always was. He’s sure they’ll figure it out as they go, but he better get back to the kids before Max leads a mutiny.

[stratiotis-nth]

Castiel has been able to see Glimpses of people’s future when he meets them for the first time—specifically when he first makes eye contact. It’s the big family secret and Castiel hates that he’s the one stuck with it. It’s infuriating—Gabriel asks if Castiel could make eye contact with some hot guy or girl to see if he’ll get lucky, and Castiel ignores him every time.

He doesn’t see the person’s entire life when he looks like them. It’s more like…a tsunami of information. Sometimes it’s images or feelings or sounds. Usually, Castiel can’t make heads or tails of what he experienced, so he stopped trying to interpret them a long time ago.

At this point, the flood of information is an annoyance, and he’s done his best to just avoid eye contact altogether.

Maybe that’s why Castiel is so quiet and keeps to himself. He doesn’t like meeting new people if only to avoid the data dump of another person’s future. He’s thankful he doesn’t get Glimpses when he looks at anyone he’s already Glimpsed, because he’s never be able to look Gabriel in the face. And anyone who Castiel had accidentally Glimpsed before have long since disappeared from his life, and Castiel is such a recluse that he hasn’t had a new friend in years.

Until Gabriel was an annoying asshole.

His older brother practically wrestled Castiel out of the house they shared to go clubbing. It had been a close fight and Castiel had gotten damn well near to biting Gabriel’s arm—but he eventually lost because Gabriel threatened to trample Castiel’s carefully cultivated garden in the backyard.

For the sake of his plants, Castiel reluctantly ducked into Gabriel’s obnoxiously bright red Camero.

“This is a stupid idea.” He grumbled, crossing his arms and keeping his hands tucked firmly against himself. “I’m just going to be standing there staring at the floor like an idiot.”

“No, you’re gonna keep that chin up and meet some people, Cassie.” Gabriel said briskly as they drove to Downtown. “Glimpsing a few people isn’t gonna change your life. You need friends, my bumbling, weirdo brother.”

“I can live my life just fine without friends, Gabriel.” Castiel snapped. “I have you, my cat, and my garden. I work from home and can support myself if needs be. What else do I need?”

Gabriel sighed.

“You’ll always have me, Cassie.” He said. “But have you ever thought about what you want?”

No. Of course he hadn’t. Castiel hadn’t had the luxury of knowing what he wanted since he first discovered the Glimpses.

“Your Glimpses shouldn’t be what stops you from having a life, little bro.” Gabriel continued firmly. They were in Downtown now, string lights lighting the two way street and neon signs making the air gleam in multicolor. Castiel’s chest clenched with anxiety, carefully avoiding the stream of bodies moving up and down the sidewalks in case he made eye contact with as passers by.

Gabriel pulled into the VIP spot of his nightclub, Sugar+Spice and grinned at Castiel.

“C’mon, brosky, time to swim amongst the fishes.” To complete Gabriel’s inspiring speech, he slapped two condoms into Castiel’s hand and ducked out of the car before he could throw them back.

Grumbling under his breath about invasive brothers, Castiel begrudgingly followed Gabriel through the back entrance of the club.

It was loud, hot, and chaotic. Despite not having made eye contact with anyone yet, Castiel’s senses were immediately overloaded with noise and light. He could barely hear Gabriel over the din, risking a glance up in an effort to read his lips.

This way. He seemed to be shouting. Gabriel grabbed his hand and tugged him along anyway. Castiel allowed himself to be dragged, bumping through a crowd of people with his eyes fixed on their passing feet.

Gabriel took him up to a slightly quieter, less crowded second floor and sat him down at the bar.

“Alfie!” Gabriel called to the bartender, rapping his knuckles on the glass bar top. “Dirty Shirley for my fruity brother!”

“Gabriel!” Castiel hissed. He didn’t necessarily care if people knew he was gay, but he didn’t want Gabriel going on trying to get him laid.

“Coming up, boss.” Alfie called, already moving nonstop and smoothly as he tended to the other patrons lining his bar top.

“See ya, Cassie.” Gabriel clapped his shoulder. Castiel’s heart seized with terror.

“Gabriel, don’t you dare—“

“Sorry little bro, I’ve got club owner responsibilities to attend to.”

And then, Castiel was alone. Alfie’s slim hand set a red-pink colored drink in front of him and moved on before Castiel could think he would wait a second for a thanks. He was probably too busy to care for social expectations like please and thank you.

Castiel didn’t know how long he had sat there, hunched over his drink and staring at the bar top resolutely. Gabriel could drag his ass into public, but he couldn’t make him talk to people.

People seemed to catch the hint to leave him alone, or maybe Alfie had warned them against it before Castiel could sense their presence. Some tried, though, but Castiel just shook his head. That was usually enough to leave him be.

It was well after 1 AM when he’d finally had enough sitting around and staring at his drink to ward off horny one nighters. He stood, determined to find Gabriel and force him to take him home. He was tired, anxious, and terrified of this place and of people. He didn’t like Glimpsing—it was like intruding into their privacy and instead of doing it intentionally like how a burglar would invade a home, it was hurled at him when he didn’t want it. The last time Castiel had Glimpsed, the images and noises had been too much. It had overloaded his mind and nearly made him pass out from the onslaught.

The last time he had Glimpsed was the first time he’d met a future serial killer. One could imagine why Castiel didn’t like Glimpsing anymore.

He pushed his way through the crowd, trying to find Gabriel’s recognizable white dress shoes amongst the writhing sea of legs and lower bodies.

Castiel finally reached the stairs, the door swinging shut and blessedly blocking out the din of the dance floor. The peaceful silent lasted for only a moment, though.

“Whoa, Jesus!”

Castiel slammed into a very solid form and went tumbling backwards, his back hitting the bottom staircase with a painful thud before he toppled back onto the concrete floor.

“Shit, shit, shit! I’m so sorry! Jesus fuck, here, lemme help—“

The person he collided into was scrabbling down the last few stairs, kneeling over him and grabbing his arms.

“Hey, man, you okay?”

Castiel’s entire body was ringing with the aftershock of his fall. His back throbbed painfully, already promising a nice purpling welt.

Maybe it was the pain, or maybe the ringing in his head muted out higher reason, or maybe just fate, but Castiel drifted his gaze to stare at the person who had run into him.

The moment he met the pair of green eyes the color of matcha and wild grass, he was assaulted with an onslaught of Glimpses.

Warm, comforting yellow and orange, the color that light up a home on a cozy, winter night.

The sizzle, pop and bang of fireworks in a dewy field, ringing with a pair of laughter. Bursting, bright colors lighting up a starry sky.

Metallic, greasy smell of an auto shop, the sharp chemical scent of acrylic paint, the words Winchester Auto in neon lights on the top of a busy garage and art studio.

But the main image, the one that always came through crystal clear when he had a Glimpse—

was Castiel himself.

He couldn’t force the image away, or what followed after.

It was Castiel, looming over the man’s point of view with his arms braced on either of his vision. His own face was slack with pleasure as his entire body moved up and down in a very obvious thrusting motion. His eyes were bright and wide and so full of something warm and gentle and careful that Castiel didn’t believe he could ever really do that.

He closed his eyes, willing the main image and surrounding flashes of senses to fade.

“Dude, please tell me you’re okay.” The man fretted, his hands now cupping Castiel’s face and shaking slightly. The way the man was leaning over him looked so much like how Castiel was leaning in the Glimpse that it brought him back to himself.

He sat bolt upright, smacking foreheads with the man and immediately making himself dizzy again.

“Ow.” They both mumbled. The guy scrambled back to give Castiel some space.

“You okay, man?” The guy asked again, staring at him with wide eyes. Castiel’s first reaction was to advert his eyes, but this time for an entirely different reason than the Glimpse. His cheeks burned with the embarrassment of what he had just witnessed.

“Yes.” He managed, but it sounded strained. The man, apparently took that strain as pain instead of mortification.

“Oh shit, you’re probably all banged up, shit. Did the stair hit your back? Did it break the skin?” Suddenly, warm hands were gingerly touching his lower back, feeling for the welt already swelling. Electrical shocks rippled under his skin despite the layers of clothes between him and the hand, but Castiel hissed sharply when the pressure of his fingers hit the welt.

“Sorry, hang on. Don’t move too much, not until I can be sure you didn’t break anything.” The guy was completely unfazed by touching Castiel. It was a gentle touch, but definitely clinical. Was this guy a nurse? Doctor?

“I used to be a paramedic.” The guy answered Castiel’s unspoken speculation. He gently pressed around the welt. “Anything hurt?”

“No.” Castiel managed faintly, his brain already providing unhelpful scenarios where the man’s hand drifted lower and suddenly his last Glimpse was coming true right then and there—

“Okay, I don’t think anything’s broken.” The guy said, sounding relieved. “Can you stand?”

“Yes. It’s just a bruise.” Castiel said, his defenses rising with the determination to never allow that last Glimpse to come true. There were too many risks, too many dangers associated with having friends, let alone pursue a romantic relationship. For this man’s sake and for Castiel’s sanity, he would do everything in his power to stop that Glimpse from happening.

“I’m alright, thank you.” He said quickly, stepping back to allow an acceptable amount of space between him and the man.

“Okay, uh, good.” The guy said, ducking his head sheepishly.

Please don’t. Castiel begged helplessly, staring as the man glanced up at him through his lashes. He was undeniably gorgeous. Light brown hair styled lightly and freckled, tanned skin. Those enrapturing green eyes that made Castiel want to smother himself in that very shade, framed by long lashes. Plush pink lips and a little scruff that Castiel wanted to feel on his skin. Broad shoulders filled a worn leather jacket over a flannel and Henley. Oil-stained jeans and scuffed boots. Rugged and beautiful.

What the hell did future Castiel do to secure a night with this man? How did an awkward, nobody with a fear of people manage to have sex with this perfect, gorgeous man who could get anyone he wanted?

“Sorry about that, man. I swear I don’t go running into hot guys as a pick up line.”

Castiel’s jaw dropped, and the man went very red when he realized what he’d said.

“Ah, fuck. I-I didn’t mean, that’s n-not—shit, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that—“

“It’s alright.” Castiel cut him off hastily. “I’ve actually got to go. I’m supposed to meet my brother and he’s probably worried that I haven’t shown up.”

The man looked embarrassed but startled by Castiel’s hasty retreat. But he moved to let him up the stairs.

He was already a few steps up when the man spoke again.

“Sorry again, man.”

It was a mistake to turn back around, but Castiel did, perhaps selfish enough to indulge in the man’s beauty one more time.

Then something happened that never happened before. Castiel had another Glimpse when he met his eyes.

It was gentler than the first, like an aftershock after an A-bomb.

Deep, sweet spices mixed with buttery pie dough and tangy apple.

A warm, soft red that enveloping his entire body like an embrace to protect and cherish.

The man’s deep, rough voice murmuring “Cas” with such profound affection and care.

Then, Castiel’s voice answering in the same low, gentle caress of soft happiness—“Dean”.

This could not be happening.

[stillebesat]

Moonshot

Sanders Sides: Logan, Patton Blurb: Was it too much for Logan to ask to have just one date not revolve around sports talk? Fic Type: Soulmate AU Overall Fic Warnings: None Taglist in Reblog

The polite smile Logan had been wearing for the past two hours slipped off his face as soon as he turned his back to the black camero waiting on the sidewalk. 

Every time. 

It took all his self-will to unlock his door and move inside without slamming said door shut on that--that--

He gritted his teeth, glaring at his stupid soulmark of a baseball with blue stitching on the back of his hand. “I despise you,” He whispered. Had despised it since the mark had appeared on his thirteenth birthday.

Logan shoved his fist under his arm, stalking away from the door. 

Every time. 

No matter how many times he told people what type of people he was interested in dating, in having as a soulmate, his wants and needs all seemed to drain out of their fluff-filled scheming heads as soon as they saw the stupid baseball on his hand.

Because the baseball obviously had to mean that his soulmate would be a jock.

After all, your soulmate’s mark would pair with yours when you touched for the first time. Appearing on your skin to complete each other and show that you were finally whole. A key to its lock, a lightning bolt to a cloud, a pen to paper, or in Logan’s case an individual with a bat or mitt would match with him and his infernal baseball. 

It didn’t matter that Logan hated sports.

It didn’t matter that a soulmark didn’t always indicate a ‘type’ of person to be on the lookout for.

It didn’t matter that he’d figured out by his senior year of highschool that the sports type wasn’t his type at all.

No. As soon as someone saw the baseball, any thought or consideration to the type of person Logan was actually interested in flew right out the figurative door. 

Time and time again it was the same old story. The same type of guy. The same droll dates filled with endless sports talk before the dreaded moment when his date would reach out and touch him to see if their soulmarks would appear on each other’s skin...only to have nothing happen.

He was sick of it. 

Logan threw open the door to his bedroom and grabbed the overflowing duffle bag of baseball gag gifts he'd been given for practically every occasion for the last eight years and ducked outside onto his balcony. 

The balcony overlooking the darkened practice baseball fields because where else should Logan end up after the student housing administrator noticed the baseball on his hand? It was fate.  

Logan dropped the bag with a thunk, grabbing the first ball his fingers touched and squared up like a pitcher on the mound. 

It wasn't like he wasn't familiar with the position. His parents had fully subscribed to the idea of Logan’s soulmate being into sports and had forced him to play the game throughout all of high school in the hopes that he would meet his other half there.

Just because his parents’ soulmarks of a shovel and a pickax had matched with their shared interest and subsequent careers in Archaeology didn’t mean his mark would be the same. 

Letting out a breath, Logan focused all his frustration and anger into the ball before sending it flying out into the middle of the field, not even waiting for it to land before he grabbed another.

He hated it. 

Hated this.

Baseball this.

Sports that.

Practice. Practice. Practice.

Well he was practicing now!

Logan’s lips drew back in a silent snarl as he threw ball after ball after ball like one of those stupid pitching machines. 

Just once. He would like to go on a date that didn’t involve any sports talk whatsoever. A date where Logan could talk about his interest in marine biology, in space, in his attempts to write a murder mystery--yes the character that dies a violent death was a baseball player, so sue him. He had to vent his bitterness about his mark somewhere--but a date. A real actual date that had--had--

“AHHHHH!!!!!!!” Logan screamed, flinging the last baseball in his stash out into the darkness before he slumped over the railing burying his head in his arms, ignoring how his glasses dug into the bridge of his nose. 

It was pointless.

He’d have to move to Antarctica to escape the never ending line of sport related dates and it would just be his luck that the penguins would end up gaining sentience while he was studying their migratory behavior and their first sentence would be to ask him his opinion on the likelihood of the Marlins making it to the World Series this year.  

“You know--”

Logan jerked his head up at the unfamiliar voice coming from below and despite his misgivings for further human interaction tonight, peered over the railing to see a guy wearing the exact same type of frames as him standing in the light cast from the balcony below Logan’s apartment, with a bat in hand.

Great. A player. His luck was definitely not in tonight.

The figure offered a wide smile, holding up one of Logan’s balls. “Until I heard you scream, kiddo, I’d begun to think it was the sky raining baseballs down on my head.” He gestured to the darkened field. “Made for quite the interesting practice for sure, not knowing where the next one would show up.” 

Kiddo? They had to be of similar age! Logan exhaled, pushing his glasses back up as he straightened. He could hold it together long enough to apologize to the guy at least. 

“Apologies...I didn’t think anyone was out there--” Hopefully he hadn’t hit him. Logan had been throwing the balls quite forcefully. He cleared his throat. “Why were you playing in the dark?” 

The boy shrugged, tapping the bat against his shoe. “Moon’s bright enough to see. It’s nice to just...not have anyone watching you practice, you know?”

“No.” But perhaps that was because Logan had only practiced when forced to. 

“Oh well,” The boy bounced the ball in his hand. “I’m not much of a catcher, but--” He threw the ball up in the air and with a swing of his bat, sent it flying straight into Logan’s hands. “I can return your balls to you this way if you want--” 

He’d very much rather go burn them all in a dumpster. Logan turned the ball over in his fingers, the leather surface warm from being in the batter’s hand. “Or?” 

“Or?” The boy glanced to the field, chewing on his bottom lip. “Or...uhmm...well you can come down and help me? Or I can gather them all and bring them up to you!” He said flashing Logan another smile. “I just need like a garbage bag or something to put them all in?” 

Ha. Logan’s lips twitched. No way was he inviting a stranger up here. Which meant--He exhaled, dropping the baseball back down to the boy’s feet. “You can keep some if you want. I’d rather not have the reminder.” 

Unfortunately, Logan had known that he couldn’t just...leave them all there for someone else to find and take. Not when most of them had his name on them. Which meant, even without this guy’s interference, he’d have to go gather all the balls back up anyways. 

A pity. It had been good while it lasted, to think he’d never have to see them again.

The boy laughed, throwing the bat over his shoulders. “Ah, kiddo, you and me both.” 

Logan blinked. “Both?” He echoed, leaning on the railing. 

“Not exactly fond of the sport myself. But yah know.” He raised the back of his hand to Logan, a blue and black baseball mitt shining in stark relief on his skin under the light from the balcony below. “Soulmarks right?”

Instinctively Logan moved to cover his own mark. “Right.” He whispered, not quite believing what he was hearing. Someone else...hated--no perhaps that was too strong of a word--didn’t like their soulmark? 

He’d thought he was the only one. 

Logan cleared his throat. “You don’t--?” 

“Nah.” The boy shook his head, running his hand down the bat. “Like I said. I’m not much of a catcher. Broken my glasses more times than I can count because people see the mitt and assume if they throw something at me I’ll be able to catch it.” 

Logan winced. And he’d thought he’d had it rough. “I’m...sorry.” 

“Meh.” The boy waved his hand dismissively. “I’m used to it.” He cleared his throat, nudging the baseball with his shoe. “Anyways--I--uh still need a bag or something for--” 

Right. The baseballs. The whole reason why they were having this conversation in the first place. Logan exhaled, grabbing the now empty duffle bag and pulling the strap over his shoulder. “One moment, I’ll be right down.”

“Oh, you don’t--you can just toss--” 

Like he would make anyone clean up his own mess when he was quite capable himself. Logan grabbed the railing and swung himself over, pausing long enough to gauge the distance to the ground nine feet below him before he jumped, landing lightly on his feet. He raised an eyebrow at the batter’s flabbergasted expression as he straightened. “What?”

The guy blinked, mouth open. “I--uh--” He cleared his throat, ducking his head as he fidgeted with his glasses. “That was really cool.” He mumbled. “Like from a spy movie.” 

Logan scoffed, ignoring how he could feel his cheeks warming. “It was the quickest way down to you.” He said, scooping up the first baseball and shoving it into his bag before he strode off towards the darkened field. The sooner he gathered them all up, the quicker he could return to sulking in his room. 

A faint “Right,” sounded behind him before the other guy caught up, fidgeting with the baseball bat. 

“I’m Patton by the way.” He said after a moment, shooting Logan a smile, his glasses reflecting in the moonlight.

Introductions. Bah. He’d much rather have preferred remaining complete strangers. “Logan.”

“Logan.” Patton repeated softly. “Do you go by Lo?”

Lo? Logan frowned, ignoring how--how warm he felt now after hearing Patton say his name. He cleared his throat, adjusting the strap of his duffle bag on his shoulder. Why would anyone want to shorten his name any further? “No?” 

“Oh.” Patton moved ahead of him to open the chain link gate in the fence. “Well I Lo-key think your name is really cool, Logan!” He said, gesturing him inside with his bat. 

Low-key? “Ah...your name is...nice too...Patton.” He said awkwardly, pausing just inside the fence to let him shut the gate. “I haven’t heard it before.” Well he had, just not as a name. People patented inventions all the time afterall. 

“Thanks!” Patton bounded past him like an excited puppy, already heading for the cluster of baseballs shining under the moonlight. “My parents were trying to play off of the--uh--” He tilted his head, chewing on his lower lip as he dropped the first handful of balls into Logan’s bag. “That one philosophy from that one guy...Arisomething? Pathos, Ethos, Logos--hey!” He pointed the bat to Logan, bouncing on his toes. “You’d be a really good representation for Logos with your name Logan! But yah. I’m named after Pathos?” 

Huh. That was...different. He was pretty sure his Dad had named him after some stupid superhero or something. Logan shook his head, stooping down to grab his own couple of baseballs from the field. “So you have two siblings then?” 

“Ah...no, actually.” Patton half jogged over to drop a handful of baseballs into the duffle. He shrugged, running a hand through his hair. “Mom got cancer--she’s okay! But she...she couldn’t have kids anymore after everything.” 

“...Oh.” 

“Yah...what about you? Any siblings?”

Logan exhaled, making a mental note to move faster in collecting his baseballs. Small talk. How had he gotten himself into small talk? Though he supposed he should be grateful it wasn’t sports talk. Few of his dates ever asked about his family beyond what teams they supported. Not that this was a date. But still. “Twin sisters, younger.” 

Patton nodded. “Nice! Mom mentioned once if she had had a daughter she would have named her Athena...keeping with Ethos I guess? Is it nice to have younger sisters? I know the movie tropes make them annoying…” 

Logan snorted, shaking his head as he bent down to grab another ball. “They’ve mellowed out the past couple of years...well beyond being hellbent on finding me my soulmate while they travel with my parents.” He hunched his shoulders. At least tonight’s date hadn’t been their fault. “They’ve become rather infatuated with the idea of true love after spending the summer in France.”

Patton chuckled, shaking his head. “Sounds like my best friend, Roman. He’s spent the past couple of summers traveling around Europe hoping to meet his soulmate in one of those old castles. I’m not sure why he’s convinced they’re gonna be over there. Baseball isn’t as popular over there as it is here in the States.”

Logan pulled up short, blinking. “Your friend Roman has a baseball mark too?” 

“Hmm? Oh yah! Well, not of a baseball, his is a bat though Roman’s quite set on the fact that it’s a club, you know the weapon? Which maybe that’s why he keeps haring off to Europe, but there’s a few of us that have met up here on campus with baseball related marks---”

“And none of you are soulmates to each other?” Sure, it shouldn’t be surprising. Hadn’t he gone on dozens of dates with people who had related marks but didn’t match up?

Patton ducked his head, tapping the tip of his bat against his shoe. “Well...ummm….we don’t...know? It’s not a thing?”

“Not a thing.” Logan repeated, faintly. How could it not be a thing?! It seemed like his whole life had revolved around the concept of matching up ever since his mark first formed. It was the first thing people looked at when he talked to them, people hardly wanted to interact with him unless they thought their marks could match up and Patton was saying-- “You haven’t tried to match with any of them?” 

Patton shrugged, turning to grab another baseball, rolling it back and forth in his palm as he fidgeted. “Like...I--I could...I want to, but most of us don’t like our marks, I think Remus may be the only one? His is this neon green foam finger that he’s super proud of. It’s just...we all just want to be friends first.” He said, stressing the word. “If we match then we’ll match when the time is right, but we just...we all wanted a safe space to be ourselves in college and not have to worry about soulmarks on top of classes and finals and such.” 

“Oh.” Logan lowered his duffle bag to the ground. “That sounds...nice.” He brushed the mark on his wrist. To not have to worry about being a potential soulmate to the person he was talking to. To not have to have every conversation revolve around the sport. 

Patton nodded, his face in shadow as he placed the last baseball into Logan’s bag. “It is.” He looked up, the light from the moon catching on his glasses, as he pushed them back up his nose. “You ah...we’re all meeting up tomorrow at noon for lunch at that new Bubba Gump Cafe just off campus...if you want to come...check it out? Meet everyone?” 

A safe place. To just be himself. To talk to people and not worry about if any of them matched. “I--” Logan took a steadying breath, giving Patton a small smile. “If you don’t mind me...tagging along...I’d really like that.” 

[unknownauthor]

Your Secret Love

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: mentions of smut, jealousy, cheating

Summary: you and Billy have been going hot and heavy for a while. The only catch? No one knows about it.

Don’t come out, wait for a while, let’s meet at the place down town, it’s a shame it has to be like this, but I really miss you baby

Part 2

Tags: @xlatinaaxx

Billy placed his hand over my mouth, his shirtless body pressed against mine tightly. It was a routine event for us to meet up in the boys locker room after third period and fool around. Except today someone had come in.

“Be very….very….quiet…” He whispered in my ear. I nodded my head and he took his hand away from my mouth, it slithered down between my breasts and into my jeans. My eyes roll and I bite my lip as he begins to massage my clit with his palm, my body rolling against his hand. “I like this look.” he whispered huskily into my ear. I laid my forehead against his shoulder, breathing queitly, raggedly as he worked me up. Once the footsteps began to fade Billy pulled away.

“Enough foreplay. You’re wet enough. Let me in baby.”

I chewed on my pen, bored out of my mind and thinking about my earlier encounter with Billy. We weren’t in a relationship, we never had been. We just fooled around from time to time. Ever since Billy gave me a ride home about a month ago.

“Ms. L/N. Wake up please.” I shake my head, cheeks heating up with embaressment as Mr. Cowell calls me out. I hear a shrill giggle from the back of the classroom and see Tanya Bay sneering at me. Billy sits beside her, his arm thrown over her shoulder. I glance at him quickly before turning around and sliding down in my seat.

Oh what i wouldn’t give to tell her that while she was at cheer practice I was sucking Billy off beneath the bleachers. That would set her straight ...But I promised him no one would know. We didn’t run in the same circles so it wasn’t too hard to keep under wraps. We had the conversation after the first time we had sex.

“That was fun.” billy remarked, sitting up in the back seat of his camero. I watched him, lying on my back still, my body throbbing from the multiple orgasms he’d given me. He looked up and caught me staring at him. He grinned. “What?”

“You’re kinda beautiful. You know that?” I couldn’t stop myself. The way he looked with his shirt half buttoned, his hair tousled and my lipstick all over his neck. It was a beautiful sight in deed. He leans over, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. It’s very different from the desperate passionate kissing that was happening just minutes before.

“You’re kinda beautiful too,” he whispers as he pulls away. My heart pounds in my chest, he sits back up, pulling his jeans back up. I stop staring and begin to dress myself as well.

It’s when we pull up outside of my house that he turns to me and takes my hand.

“I want to keep doing this.” I’m surprised by his blunt honesty. “You’re a good time. I liked it a lot.”

“I did too.” I say shyly. He grins. “But….Tonya?”

“I won’t tell if you don’t….We can keep this between us….If you wanted to.”

I really liked Billy, and I had for a while. There was something about him that just pulled me in. Something more to him than just the ‘bad boy’ persona he put on for everybody else. But I knew he’d never actually date me. Guys like him never went for girls like me….

“Sure...yeah.”

“Yeah?” he grins, leaning forward to kiss me one more time. He places his hand on the back of my head and deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth and chewing gently on my bottom lip from time to time. “I’ll see you tomorrow then beautiful.”

The buzzer rang and i stayed in my seat for a moment, watching as Billy and Tonya got up and walked out the door. A twinge of jealousy ran through me as I longed to be the girl on his arm. He kissed her forehead before turning his head to lock eyes with me. Just before they walked out, he winked at me.

“Talk to me Y/N. I can tell something’s bothering you.” I shut my locker and sigh, leaning against it. Nancy Wheeler, my best friend, looked at me with concern. I shook my head, fighting the tears that threatened to fall.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I promised-”

“I know you’re screwing Billy.” she whispered. My eyes widened in shock and wonder. How did she know? Before I could question her she took me by the wrist and led me down the hall and out the front doors of school. We went behind the side of the building and she made sure no one was around before she answered my question. “I saw you guys coming out of the motel six.” My heart dropped, that had been two weeks ago. “Y/N. What are you doing?”

“I don’t know...it just happened.”

“Can’t you see he’s using you?” she asked. I shook my head. He wasn’t. He couldn’t be.

“I’m so sorry.” I whisper to Billy, touching his bruised flesh gently with my finger tips. He turned his head, kissing the pads off my fingers as he pulled me into his chest. “I had no idea your dad”

“Shhh.” he shook his head, looking down at me with an affectionate smile on his face. The way he was looking at me was different than he had before. He reached up and cupped my cheeks in his hands. “Just love me.” I reached for the belt buckle on his jeans, he brushed my hand away.

“Billy?”

“Love me.” he whispered, his eyes pleading. I didn’t know what he meant, but i reached up, placing my hands on his wrists as they held my cheeks.

“I do love you.” I whispered back before pressing my lips to his. We didn’t make love or fuck that night. We shared something different. Intimacy.

“No.” I said. “He does care about me...but his reputation-”

“His rep is more important than you?” she said. I didn’t want to hear this. I hated the fact that I knew she was right. Nancy grabbed me by my shoulders and shook me gently. “If he cared about you it would be you on his arm. You he walked around with. But it’s not. He meets you at hotels and probably fucks you in his car.” she wasn’t asked, the expression on my face told her everything she said was true. She sighed, dropping her arms. “Y/N. You are a priority. You are nobody’s second choice or quick fix. Don’t downgrade yourself.” I still wasn’t ready to listen, until what she said next. “If he’s doing it with you, he’s probably doing it with other girls too, look.” she nodded her head behind us. Billy was standing by his car, talking to Heather Billard, another cheerleader, my heart cracked and splintered as I watched him brush her hair back out of her face before winking and getting into his car. Nancy wrapped her arms around my shoulders and held me against her side.

“I’m so stupid.” my voice shakes as I say this.

“You’re not stupid.” Nancy says. “You have a big heart and always want to see the best in others. Sometimes people abuse that.” my head is spinning. I think over the weeks, the intimate moments, the things he confided in me. Was he really just using me? Manipulating me until he found someone better?

I wiped my eyes and turned to Nancy, who smiled sympathetically at me.

“Wanna stay at my house?”

Third person P.O.V

Billy leaned against the wall and held the phone to his ear. He hadn’t seen Y/N since the end of fifth period. He wasn’t going to admit he was worried about her, but he did want to check in and make sure they were still on for the night. He had dropped Tonya off at home and for some reason he just couldn’t get Y/N out of his head.

“Hello?” an unfamiliar voice answered the phone call, Billy cleared his throat.

“Hey, um, is Y/N there?”

“Who’s calling?”

“Tell her it’s a friend from school?” he heard the receiver be put down and footsteps walking away. He sucked his teeth and sighed impatiently.

“Hello?” hearing her voice made his stomach flip. That was a strange and new sensation.

“Hey. Y/N. You okay?”

“Yeah Billy. Why?” he was taken back a bit. She was never this flat and cold towards him before. He fumbled for the right words.

“I just...I just uh-”

“Worried about me?” she said sarcastically.

“Of course.” he was so confused. Why was she acting like this. He heard her sigh and knew she was shaking her head and rubbing her temples. He smiled at the thought. “What’s wrong? Talk to me beautiful.”

“Cut the beautiful bullshit Billy….It’s over.”

He felt like he had been punched in the gut. He thought he heard her voice waiver on the other end of the line, as if she wasn’t sure of herself. He tried to keep his cool.

“What’s wrong? Talk to me. Please.”

“You want me to talk?”

“Yes.”

“Okay fine. You made me promise to keep this thing a secret from Tonya, which I didn’t mind at first because i hate her anyway but then….” he heard her take a shaky breath and he knew she was either close to crying or doing it already, he felt the same way. “You told me about your dad. You didn’t leave right away after we fucked. You began talking to me, sharing things with me...you trusted me. Confided in me….at least that’s what I thought.”

“Y/N…” Billy gasped. “I didn’t mean t-”

“But if you’re doing this with me you probably have other girls. And I can’t be a secret anymore...Not when I’m so in love with you...I love you so much that I hate it. I hate you….i don’t want to feel like this anymore. I need to get over you. So that’s what I’m going to do.”

“Y/N wait-”

“Good bye Billy.” dial tone.

“Fuck!” Billy screamed, slamming the phone down. He grabbed the sides of his head and hissed in pain, doubled over by the feelings of guilt and heart ache that ran through him. He knew this was his fault. He hadn’t meant to let it drag out so long. He hadn’t meant to fall in love with you too.

And now you were gone. And you weren’t coming back.

A/N: part 2 anyone?

[admin-in-residence]

The Arcade Queen Pt. 2 (Billy Hargrove X Reader)

It didn't take me too long to think of a whole bunch of ideas for this series, and this was the one I thought was fitting for the 2nd part! I promise as this continues there is going to be more involvement with Billy!

Also a note; If you didn’t already guess, this is set a little ways into Season 2. 

Summary: A few days after your first encounter with Billy Hargrove, Max asks you to help him out, together the two of you successfully break your car, nearly wake the neighbors and you manage to break down a couple of Billy’s emotional walls.

Part 1

The next couple of nights you had off from the Arcade. It gave you a chance to catch up on homework, spend some time with your family, and dream about a certain Camaro driving boy.

But time flies especially when your busy daydreaming, and soon enough it was time for your next shift at The Palace. Unfortunately, it was another late closing shift. Packing your bag once more with perfume in case of emergencies, you grabbed a jacket and drove off to work.

The night had gone by quick, with you spending most of the time in the back taking inventory and unpacking new prizes, leaving Keith to work the front of the arcade. Roughly half an hour to the end of your shift, Keith popped his head into the back asking you to come out to the front.

You finished putting the empty boxes by the recycling bins and stepped out into the front.

“What do you need?” You asked walking over to your co-worker standing behind the counter.

“Little Red is out on the bench looking for you,” Keith replied.

Out into the chill of the Hawkins air, you felt a sense of déjà vu, you walked around the corner of The Palace, finding a certain red-haired girl sitting on the bench.

“Max? What are you doing here?” You called out to her, moving to sit beside the younger girl. You noticed the small shakes of her shoulders, and how her hair was currently hiding her face away from your view, but you knew none-the-less the girl was clearly upset.

“Hey, it’s okay...” You said softly, wrapping an arm around her. Max gave a soft hiccup before her shoulders began to shake harder. “You can talk to me, you know that right?”

You saw her head give a small nod, but you didn’t press further, waiting for her to open up to you, not wanting to push her away more.

“I got Billy in trouble.” She finally spoke, her voice wavering as she sucked some air in between silent sobs.

“Big trouble,” She quickly added, “I’ve never seen his dad so mad at him...ever!”

“Okay, alright...and then what?” You asked, urging her to keep going.

“His Dad and him got in a fight...a big fight, he hurt Billy and then he left, dad did, And Billy was really upset, and he left and drove off, and I panicked...” Max looked at you finally, her eyes leaking tears, red and puffy. “He shouldn’t be driving, I mean he’s really upset...so I ran off and I didn’t know where to go or who to go to and I figured that you would be here, so I came here.”

It was a lot to process at once, let alone for Max to experience it, but you sat quietly piecing her story together slowly in your mind once more.

“Okay, it’s alright.” You said, rubbing her back, “No more tears.”

“So, your dad hurt Billy,” You started, seeing her nod quickly, “Okay and then they both left, and now Billy’s out driving around Hawkins?”

“Yes!” Max said.

“Okay, what about your mom Max? Where’s she?” You asked.

“Out of town, she went to visit a friend for the week, I thought that his dad wouldn’t get mad if he had to watch out for me, but it’s never been this bad! I’m worried about him!” Max said, fresh tears beginning to well in her eyes.

You took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as you thought about the next steps in your head, you would have to take care of Max until you found Billy, and even then, you were positively sure you weren’t going to let either of them go back home tonight, not after what Max had shared with you...so the only thing to do next...

“Alright Max, we’ll go look for Billy, together...that sound good?” You gave the girl a reassuring smile, watching her expression change to relief.

You grabbed your bag and keys from The Palace, and after bargaining that you would clean the arcade for your next week’s worth of shifts, you left work early, entrusting Keith to lock up for the night.

And here you were, about an hour later driving around Hawkins, looking for any sign of Billy Hargrove or his Camaro. You had already driven by their house twice, in case he had returned, along with some frequent party locations, now you were just skimming some of the lesser roads of Hawkins.

Max had stopped crying but had been silent since the two of you had begun your search for her step-brother.

“So...this happens often?” You asked, breaking the silence, “With your dad and Billy?”

The girl in the passenger seat gave a small nod.

“And, does he always...hurt Billy?” You questioned.

Another nod.

You made a left turn, turning down a road lined with houses lined up on either side.

“Hey, he doesn’t...” You trailed off, not wanting to even ask this question.

“No. He’s never hurt me.” She answered, clearly understanding the nature of your question.

You both lapsed into another period of silence, checking out the driveways and anybody walking on the sidewalks as you made another turn, right this time.

However, shortly after your turn, your car gave a weird little sputter, a sharp little cough, and a horrible shake before ultimately shutting itself off leaving you to ease it over to the side of the road before it stopped entirely.

“That’s not supposed to happen.” Max chimed in from the passenger seat. You, on the other hand, let out a long groan at the timing of the entire situation.

You attempted to turn the key once more, hearing it turn over a few times before giving another sputter, this time a little steam rising up from under the hood.

You and Max got out together, her standing back a couple feet away from you as you lifted the hood up, waving your hand through the white steam flowing up from your engine.

“Yup. It’s dead.” You surmised. Max moved up next to you.

“What’s wrong with it?” She asked. You gave a sarcastic shrug of your shoulders.

“Your guess is good as mine kiddo. I’m not a mechanic. I use the equipment, I don’t fix the equipment.” You replied, shutting the hood down and leaning your back against it.

“So now what?” Max asked, moving once more to lean against the hood with you.

“No clue.” You said, raising your wrist to look at your watch. “It’s a little past midnight, and I don’t think that anybody around is going to be very cooperative helping out two kids in the middle of the night. How far away is your house.” 

It took Max a minute to retrace the last route you had taken from her house.

“Probably 20 minutes driving. We’re practically on the other side of town from my house” She replied. “What about you?”

“Couple of blocks from the last corner we took” You replied. “Guess you're staying over at my place tonight.”

Thus, the two of you began your walk of shame, you giving your jacket to Max who once again had left her’s behind.

“I hope Billy’s okay.” Max said, “He’s so...mean but he said something the other day and it just kind of stuck. We might not like it, but we’re family...I don’t want to see him hurt.”

“I know Kiddo.” You said, not finding the right words to admit your own guilt in not being able to help him.

It felt like an hour had past when you finally made it to your house and had shoved your key into the door when the two of you heard the familiar purr of a certain Camaro coming up the road.

Max and you looked to each other, and then to the road before you both made a mad dash to the sidewalk for Max, and you not even thinking twice into the road.

Headlight’s danced in your eyes, as you heard Billy’s brakes squeal into the night, the two of you screaming for him to stop, not caring about the late hour or your neighbor’s sleeping.

Your hand touched the hood of his Camero as you and Max made your way to the driver's side.

“Billy thank god!” You cried out, “We’ve been looking for you all night.”

Billy, on the other hand, had a mixed look of confusion, anger, and fear as he looked between you and Max, his cheek had a hint of discoloring on it in the dark, and you knew in the light it would be quite a shiner. His lip was also split, dried blood caked to it and trail of blood that had flowed down his chin.

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It took some convincing, but you had managed to get Billy to pull into your driveway, and you and Max had told him everything that had happened, from Max running to finding you, your car breaking down.

You set Max up in your guest bedroom finding some of your old pajama’s and closing the door behind you as you said goodnight to her, before you returned to Billy, grabbing a clean towel and some ice.

Now the two of you sat in silence upon your sofa, him staring anywheres except you, while you gently wiped down the blood and patched him up, holding an icepack to his cheek.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, Billy, wincing as you wiped away more dried blood.

He stayed silent.

“You know if you ever need to talk-”

“Talk!?” He suddenly exclaimed, making you jump at the loud tone. “You want me to talk to you about my daddy issues?”

“Billy, that’s not what I meant-” You tried to cut in, but your words had already ignited the fire within.

“You want me to tell you about everything...about how much I hate this stupid town, and how much I hate my old man for having me be the personal babysitter for a 13-year-old, who should be able to go out and do what she wants instead of being stuck with a piece of shit like me? How about the fact, that I’ve tried to hide for so long so that no one would ever see or know what happened with me and my father!” Billy slammed a hand down upon the coffee table in front of you as he stood, making you jump again.

“Billy-” You started, but he cut you off once more. His mouth opened once, before it shut itself, wordless as you saw a tear slip out from his eye as he turned away.

You had no words to say, so you stood up and lightly slipped your arms around his waist, hugging him softly from behind. One of his hands rose up to lay over yours, and you could feel him shaking.

“Billy. I don’t know what any of that is like, to have your father roughing you up all the time...but you can’t say that about yourself, your probably the only thing standing in between your father and Max, your protecting her...and it’s not fair that your getting hurt, but your doing it for her...” You laid your cheek upon his back, as you felt him take in shuddering breaths.

“I just want her safe. And I’ve spent all this time pushing her away because I’m afraid that I’ll act just like my dad, but the entire time the only person I have acted like is my dad. I can’t fix this, Y/N.” Billy spoke, his voice laced with honesty.

“It’s never too late to fix your relationship with your sister Billy. She was so worried about you tonight, she was a wreck, it doesn’t matter what you’ve done, what matters now is what you can do to be better.” You said.

“And if you ever need a place to stay, my door will always be open for you. Both of you, I can help you, but you have to let me help.” You said as Billy turned around looking down at you.

He gave a small nod, and you gave him a warm smile.

“Good, now help me with the pull-out, Max gets the bed tonight for you worrying her all night.” You teased.

Together, the two of you set up the pull out bed on the couch and you brought down some pillows and blankets.

“Thanks, Y/N.” Billy said, taking a seat on the edge of the makeshift bed, you taking a place next to him

“Anytime. Seriously Hargrove, now get some rest, your driving us to school in the morning since my car died looking for you.” You teased, bumping his shoulder playfully. He gave you a cheesy smile in return, and you couldn’t help but thank that it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever see in your life.

The two of you stared into each other's eyes, and you could feel your cheeks flush under his gaze.

Feeling your heart pound just like the moment you shoved your phone number into his pocket, you leaned in close and pressed a feather-light kiss to his bruised cheek. As you pulled away, Billy brought a hand up to cup your cheek, with the softest touch, he guided you back, your lips meeting his, before letting you slip away.

If your cheeks were red before, your face was probably a tomato now, and you quickly stood, bouncing a couple of steps away from him before giving him a shy smile.

“Goodnight Billy,” You whispered.

“Goodnight, Y/N” He replied, his eyes following you as you practically skipped in joy to your room, shutting the door behind you. You raised your fingers to your lips and realized that you were, utterly and undeniably in love with Billy Hargrove.

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Imagine Sneaking around with Billy

Sneaking around was something you never thought you would be good at... but something you soon learned you were amazing at.

As a Henderison, you were tasked as the official older sister of the party, along with Nancy Wheeler. You were the one to buy snacks for campanies, drive them wherever they couldn't bike, babysit the sleepovers, dress up for Halloween, you were the one who gave the girl advice and told them all to behave when no one else could, you even played DND with them, even though you were graduated. You also were not supposed to get involved with anyone who could affect the group, or their dynamic.

Whoops......

You were sitting in his sofa, the movie long forgotten as you basically laid on top of him, your chin as his chest as your fingers played with the blonde waves of silky hair, his own hands resting on your hips.

"So are you sure your parents aren't going to walk in on this?" You whispered, his chest vibrating as he replied, "For the hundredth time babe, parents are gone for the weekend, and Maxine went to her little friend's house and now it is just you and me, all weekend. We can do whatever the hell you want to baby girl."

"Well thank goodness that this is all I want to do." You smiled as you leaned forward and found your lips on his, the heat of the moment taking hold. Soon your back was on the sofa, his body looming over you before he reached for the hem of his shirt and discarded the half buttoned maroon cotton to the ground before returning to making out with you. His hand snakes up your blouse as you moaned in pleasure, and then you heard the clearing of a throat, causing Billy to sit up.

"Really, can I go one weekend without you bringing some hussy over to our house and defiling our... [Y/N]?"

You knew that she saw you, and when you looked towards them your face turned crimson, Billy's hand still up your blouse as you looked towards the party, Dustin included.

"Fuck." You sighed as Billy snapped, "You done here shithead?"

She huffed off, each member of the party lingered a millisecond linger then the last before all that was left was Dustin.

"What are you staring at shit head?" Billy snapped, feeling Dustin's eyes still on him, he exited in silence as Billy turned his attention back to you. Your mood ruined it though, and as he kissed the skin of your neck you huffed out, "Take me home Billy."

"What do you..."

"Just.... take me home baby." You sighed as he looked at you, wondering if you were serious. However he was quick to dismount you, and return his shirt to his torso. You sat up and watched, before jumping up to take his hand. Before leaving you looked to the stairs, and called, "See ya dweebs later."

He pulled up to the house for the first time in 3 months, his roaring motor silencing as he turned the key, and looked at you. His own heart breaking as he noticed the tears dripping down your face. His hand cupping your face as he wiped it away.

“Hey, it is okay, how bad can it be that he...”

“Bad.” You whispered, “This isn’t about me dating though, but who...”

“They don’t even know...”

“You are Max’s stepbrother, thus making you a official sibling of the party, and even though you are not involved, you are still part of the agreement.”

“Agreement to what?”

“I promised them I would never get involved with anyone connected to the party, for the assurance of the party. I mean if we were to break up it...”

“You think we are going to break up?” He pulled away his hand as your eyes snapped to his, tears welling up as you whispered, “Never.”

“Well if this is such an issue then maybe we should.” He huffed, before hitting his steering wheel, causing you to jump.

Then it was silent, you both had no idea how long you sat there, both of you teary eyed at the thought of ending what had been the best three months of your lives. Neither of you could muster the courage to look at the other, knowing that the sight would cause you to cry worse.

Finally it was Billy who broke the silence, a muffled sob breaking the thickness of it as his hand went to his mouth. To him you were the most important thing he had, you kept him grounded, kept him straight, were making him want to be a better person. To him losing you would be as bad as it was when his mother left. He loved you more then any other girl, but you didn’t know that, cause he hadn’t told you yet. That’s why that weekend was so important to him, cause he had a plan to tell you, tomorrow at his dining room table, but now his sister ruined it.

Your heart shattered at the sound, you loved Billy more then any boy before, with him everything just felt right. He was an asshole sometimes, but never to you, to you he was nothing but kind, considerate, and while he was not a romantic person he still made you feel important, and he really tried to be romantic, cause you were more then just a fling, you were his. That was the thing you actually loved most about him, that he was willing to try having a relationship with you.

“Billy, come here.” You turned and wrapped your arms around him, feeling him stiffen under you, however he softened soon after.

“Damn it.” He breathed, still fixed on the window as he took an arm and slung it around you, his other hand wiping down his face as he continued, “I don’t give a fuck what they think, [Y/N], I love you more then anything, and those shitheads are just going to have to deal with it.”

“You love me?” His head turned to she yours pointed up towards his, arms still wrapped around his middle as his own pulled you closer.

“Yeah.” He muttered, suddenly nervous as you remained silent for a second.

“I love you too, and those shitheads better learn to like it too.”

“So we...”

“You just said you loved me Billy, you are stuck with me now for life.” You giggled.

After a while of sitting there you finally whispered, “Want to come in?”

“Won’t your mom see...”

“Just park where you usually do. I will leave the window open for ya.” You smiled as you leaned up and kissed him, the salty tears flavored it, but neither of you cared as you pulled away.

“I’ll be there in 15 baby girl.” He whispered as you smiled, before getting out. The camero coming to life behind you as the lights blinded you, but that didn’t stop you from waving before retreating to your room. And as you flopped down onto your bed, all you could think was that Billy Hargrove said he loved you.

-Bonus-

As Billy stepped out he inhaled the Indianapolis air, and while it was nothing like the California air, it was refreshing. He hated this place at first, but this place brought him the best thing he could have asked for. He looked up to the clear sky, before lighting a cigarette and starting his walk towards your place. The night was silent, not even a cricket was chirping, however soon he heard it, “Hey asshole!”

He turned to see your little brother on his bike, his light blinding him as he stopped in front of him.

“Where you going?” He snapped as Billy exhaled a puff of smoke, his rough exterior showing now.

“None of your business shithead.”

“Listen, I am not stupid. I know where you are going and I would like to instate a verbal contract on how to go forward with the situation.”

“You what?” He snapped

“Listen, Max told us about how you have been acting differently, and how she thought it was cause you had a girl. I am not happy it is my sister however, but she is an adult. While she is also a member of the party by association, my associates and I have decided that if she is happy and you are happy that we shall not interfere. However this does not mean I am happy about it, and if you hurt her then we have also decided to take drastic measures.”

“Okay.” He answered confused

“Listen asshole, I just gave you permission to date my sister, a Thank You would be nice.”

He scoffed, and bowed, “Thank You.”

That’s when Dustin took off, leaving Billy in the dust as he breathed out, “Shithead.”

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If I Start Giving my Opinions about Transformers Fanfiction Lemon and Transformers Crossover fanfiction, I don't think so that I won't end the topic of Transformers Fanfiction Stories even in 24 hours. Lukas Schimik Agreed ! Don't know why everybody hates it, I think it's still my number 1 TF movie! Optimus new look, Lockdown & Galvatron, KsI (bots), Dinobots, cast ( HATED this Sam & Mikeala ) and the TF/human conflict. Still love it. Miguel GC Gamer Age of Extinction is the only film that entertains that I don't skip any parts of the movie and I like all the characters in this film and the transformers designs are great, dino bots are Awsome. Vincent H well....bad taste is also bad taste at the end of the day. I know you younger kids think that everyone is supposed to have an opinion and everything is subjective blah blah blah but if you're a cinephile than the Transformers are objectively bad films. They are cynical cash grabs made to make money in China. Bay and the producers have said as much. I mean you can like whatever you want. If you wanna listen to Teletubbies soundtrack all day that's your right....but that does mean you have shitty taste. It's okay. Not everyone has good taste. urtpro 2 I'm not hating I'm genuinely curious. I certainly like it more than Last Knight but barely lol. I'm curious the reasons why AOE fans consider it one of the better Transformers movies. I will say it was nice to switch up the protagonist and all that since Sam Witwicky had worn out his welcome by the third film. And the actress who played Wahlberg's daughter was smoking hot, so that was a plus too. Oliver Parker I thought the premise of the world hating and hunting the Transformers(regardless of Faction), cuz of what happened in Chicago(in DOTM), was kool, MW was a refreshing Main Hero over Shia tbh, and Lockdown was Badass! Honestly kinda just laughed off the whole Romeo and Juliette law thing as being just a bad movie joke! I’m mean honestly I know there’s no such law, and as such it didn’t really bother me! Just rather thought it was somewhat silly! Yann Labeille Well Lockdown was a pretty good villain for once in the movies. However Galvatron went nowhere after this. Anthony That isn't true. I saw Bumblebee yesterday and I find it Like watching E.T., the movie is just on Charlie, not really much on Bee. The only g1 part is the first 5 minutes of the movie. Too much 80s references. Sometimes is even boring for me. It Was a cute movie but absolutely not my favourite. I still prefere the first one. Aron T-900 I'd rather get vibes from ET and Iron Giant instead of witnessing stupid humor, unnecessary hot shots, dogs humping each other, unrealistic explosions, parents acting like they belong in a cartoon, patriotism and confusing slo-mo action sequences. Cam Rich I preferred the first and third ones as they have so much more action in them making the films actually entertaining, when most of bumblebee is almost like a compilation of ‘cute’ little clips of bumblebee and that annoying girl taking up almost the entirety of the movie. Max Ramirez Personally prefer the 2007 movie because it's just overall more entertaining to me. Also, you can pretty much tell Bumblebee was a movie that was directed towards kids so 2007 wins for me So Sit back and enjoy reading my favorite transformers fanfiction lemon and Transformers fanfiction Crossovers Collection. That I have collected for you guys. I Hope You Guys liked our collection of the best transformers fanfiction stories and updates that we have presented above for all fanfiction lovers out here. Transformers Fanfiction Crossover Stories 2020(Updated) Transformers is America based  Franchise that was first seen in the 1980s globally. So the first five transformers Films was directed by Michael Bay. I really believe that this was the boost up for the Transformers Fanfiction Crossover stories that I really liked about among the whole and sole of the transformers fanfiction stories including the lemon version of the franchise. Minaya Rojas Tony: We have a Hulk! Optimus: We have a Grimlock! Porg King VII Bee is here what would Optimus want with that what would he take her hostage IT SOUNDS LIKE HE HAS BEEN BRAIN WASHED BY DESEPTAGONS Siidimus Prime! Except they transform their aliens they have Real blasters Different Voices blood Etc. arfhanisbest The interesting thing is that transformers would actually make for good marvel villains. dave tasca The original transformers comics were made by marvel and marvel had to do with the original transformers tv show so they really should try to get the rights back jovinprime Poop soc This would've been more awesome if gi joe, rom the spaceknight, M.A.S.K., micronauts and the other properties interfere with the whole marvel universe and the transformers both. 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This can be a reason that people Love Transformers Fanfiction Bumblebee Version a lot. No worries because we have provided some of the best Bumblebee fanfiction stories that you will enjoy reading. Master Yoda "Wasp", "Stinger" or "Hornet" would be appropriate Decepticon sounding names as "Bumble Bee" sounds too friendly. ron 1j2j barricade is a ford mustang and bee is a Chevrolet camero trust me they will not be friends pro gmer yes i do lol they killed ironhide and ratchet and jazz and sideswipe is already missing dnt know if hes alive but hes my favorite hari bhaskar I'm Bumblebee was a Decepticon he'd be dead like the other Decepticons, because boi they sure kill Decepticons like it's nothing. mighty raju Blackout had skills. Shockwave had skills. The Fallen had skills. Yet they all died like they're nothing. Why? Cause they're Decepticons lol. 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Jack R I think the first one was more epic just cause the fight scenes were cool and it was the first time we saw something like that. But the writing and characters were absolutely horrific. Bumblebee had much better writing and characters especially the character relationship between Bumblebee and the girl which is much better than the relationship between Sam and bumblebee. Dotm Shockwave Yeah I dont know how he put tlk over revenge and extinction. The last knight is incredibly boring and the only remaining aspect left to enjoy (the action) is incredibly dull in it compared to all the other films. There are no good fight scenes. Which is likely why it bombed so hard Ur mom Gai Ok imo the last knight is my fave AND I ONLY like TF5 is cuz bumblebee new form looks good as hell and Optimus prime vs bumblebee AND there is explosions. EVERYWHERE Boss  I definitely didn't think it was my favorite. It depends on what you are looking for in a movie. If you like character relationships and a girl and her problems trying to find her way, then you'll like it. If you like transformers actions and interactions, you may not like it as much. Even though the Bay movie didn't focus enough on the transformers, this one did even less The Burden of Bordem I'm a decepticon fan and none of the main decepticons were even given a name in the movie. They were just there to be bad. The Burden of Bordem For me I think this film would have worked much better if they just had Starscream as the main villain, and maybe Barricade hunting bumblebee and give them a more personal relation ship as enemies. But like I said, it end up being a movie about a girl and her relation ship with Bumblebee and enemies getting in their way. bandwon he main character is more fleshed out than the others, Bumblebee I guess is as well, but he can't talk so it isn't by much, the story is standard E.T./Iron Giant, the acting is fine, the directing is probably better than the others, the action is good when it happens, but there is far less than the others, and non of the action reached the peak of the Bay movies. and if it wasn't for the fact there were transformers in it I probably wouldn't have really liked it, but it's enough to get you invested and entertained imo. luke jack You really think anyone's gonna take you serious after you typed "Bumble" Haha the 2007 film and DotM were pretty decent films and satisfying in the end. lisa Speaking as a male, it always annoys me, as a child, that certain plot-line of every terribly written sci-fi (mainly Transformers): "main character is a dick=likable guy" "he has 'relatable' problems, that are only explored in the first 15 minutes of the film" "He start having an abusive/creepy relationship (because that's how well written romance works, right...), with the love interest (they barely explore her name)." 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[scorpio-karma]

Let's Finish Season Fucking Two: 2x18-22

So in 2017 I started to rewatch the show but had to stop at 2x11 because Elena annoyed the crap out of me. I literally needed to take a step back and didn't restart my rewatch until 2018 where I have been basically trudging my way through 2x12-17 because I want to rewatch S3, as it's the season I've forgotten the most about.

So last week with a half of a bottle of wine I made it my mission to finish out the season so 2019 I can rewatch season 3 and maybe remember Kol, but I kinda doubt it. I'll probably come out shipping Klonnie more, if I don't see too many temper tantrums.

2x18:

First of all, this is a terrible episode to start with because it's the episode where Bonnie dies for the first time, so dealing with that is going to be annoying. Second of all why do the recap always explain that Elena and Katherine look alike. Not only is that the least complicated part of the show, but it's also the entire fucking premise of TVD. If you didn't know that by the end of season 2 you're really fucking slow, but I guess they planned according for their audience. Also, lots of people look like Nina, so I don’t know how this is the most “unbelievble part of the show.

Anyway, on to the episode. Matt Davis made a great Klaus. I may hate him, but I'm not ashamed to admit he was attractive to me playing the evil Original, but he equally creeped me out which is why I say he made a great Klaus. The way he kissed Katherine's forehead and basically leered at Elena and other students honestly made me more uncomfortable than watching Penn Badgley in You. Davis should play villains more often, seems to be his niche since Legally Blonde. (Although he didn't do a great job with evil!Alaric in season 3 from what I remember, it was a weak storyline that even I couldn't get into when I mindlessly watched the show, it was how I noticed the drop in quality then) Don't get me wrong I like JoMo's portrayal of him too just really only this season before they woobiefied him.

You know, rewatching all of this I’m noticing more and more that Nina isn't that great of an actress. Like, I was never overwhelmed with her talent before and I definitely am not now especially as I watch her play Katherine scared and there is no difference in the way she plays Elena scared. It's like how Elena with no Humanity is Katherine, well Katherine scared for her life is Elena. There's no nuance when she plays these characters. The only difference is the hair and when season 4 rolls around not even that.

Which brings me to Elena stupidity which I'm not even surprised. First, knowing her life is in danger she goes to school and endangers others lives, under the order of it's my way. Which first of all sweetie, your way has always sucked, until you yield good results maybe hold off on making plans. Second of all, the only reason you know you'll be fine is because Bonnie will save you which is a consistent pattern of hers--risking her life with the confidence that someone will always save her which annoys me because what about everyone else. First it was not staying in the car so she hindered saving Stefan, then it was manipulating Damon, and now it's risking everyone else's lives including Bonnie's because school? Which is where I get confused, no one, especially her, are particularly studious, so why the sudden need to go to school. You could ditch and no one would care because Jenna's out of town.

Which brings me to another thing which I'm sure I went over when Jenna left, but leaving teenagers alone for days at a time because you feel betrayed by your boyfriend and teenage niece you have guardianship over is just...I have no words.

When I was 15 my mom had to go out of town for a convention in San Francisco I couldn't come with her due to school. She was gone for 3 days and I had to stay with my Great Aunt and Uncle because even at 15 you don't just leave your kids alone for days at a time (and also my mom was over protective and paranoid but that's beside the point). At least leave an adult in charge, maybe John, he's probably got to be salty that Jenna was God parent and not him, he is in fact Elena's actual father. There were so many nuances with John the could have had, but I'll get to that in later episodes.

See I understand Jeremy being salty at John for killing his girlfriend, who by the way managed to get over it, but I don't understand Elena's disdain for him. It was there before she found out he was her father, before he enabled the device, she just didn't like him and it's never explained. Like honestly when I think about the reason Elena annoys me the most it isn’t that she whines (which has never really been my big complaint with her), it’s the reasons she’s whining and in this case I have extra annoyance because there are actual reason for her to be this salty towards John and none of them are the reasons she uses.

I noted that Klaus had no plans of killing Bonnie until she became a legitimate threat. The only thing that’s honestly annoying me about this is the direction I know they take Bonnie and her magic in season three. She’s powerful and a legit threat against the original hybrid and yet she’s damn near powerless in later seasons it just irks me.

Also noted, I’m not making any arguments for Bamon, it’s just there is a stark difference in chemistry when Damon dances with Bonnie opposed to Elena. For one, when he’s with Elena he legitimately looks like he can’t dance, all his lines are stiff, as are Elena’s. I can at least forgive Nina since she’s supposed to be frosty towards him, but Ian, this is during a time he was dating her meaning he wasn’t pulling petty shit from the finale--he just legitimately doesn’t have chemistry with Elena.

When he’s Bonnie all of that changes, suddenly he does have dance skills, his lines flow naturally, even his acting improves tenfold and he can play nuances that aren’t eyebrow movement. There’s a reason why he’s only bearable when he’s in scenes with Kat unfortunately those scenes are far and few between and always about Elena.

In a weird twist of events Bonnie has the better costume than Elena--she doesn’t even look like a caricature of the 60s other than the go-go boots. Also Caroline dressed as Jackie O. has an amount of irony I don’t even thing she’s aware of. 

Bonnie bossing Jeremy around was hot which is new for me as I don’t care anything about Beremy. That paired with Damon’s “not caring” it was an overall good episode for Bonnie...until she’s stuffed in the trunk of Damon’s Camero.

Bonnie’s line “If the situation was reversed would you do it for me?” just has me rolling my eyes because we all know the answer to that--no, Elena wouldn’t do the same for you Bonnie and she continually doesn’t do the same for you so cut your losses. In fact that’s my advice for the entire series, cut your losses, let Elena die, so many more people will get to live when she does.

So when we do finally get to Bonnie’s death I actually agreed with Damon’s sentiment of “it had to look real” Elena is a terrible actress (Elena not Nina though she has a lot of questionable acting), it’s so bad they trusted Jeremy more and he’s not so great either. Also why are they spending so much time on Elena’ pain at Bonnie’s death and not the character who actually died--it’s the Abby situation pre-Abby, like we should have seen that shit a mile away if this is any indicator.

Although, in an unexpected twist, the episode ends on a a decision of Elena’s I agreed with. Granted it came with me screaming at Elena for apologizing to Damon like??? even if I understood the reasoning she literally owed him nothing, but count on Plec with misogyny for the win, and Williamson lest we forget he’s also responsible for this mess. Anyway after Damon’s words, Elena undaggering Elijah was the best decision she made and this is before the betrayal, so I at least understand trusting him.

2x19:

We start with Nina’s god awful English accent. When she ran lines someone should have made her keep the Bulgarian on from the first Katherine flashbacks because Nina can’t fake an accent to save her life. Also much like the flashback in S7 the Katherine flashbacks with Elijah and Klaus are not only unnecessary, but explain very little. How exactly did Katherine escape? Why didn’t they compel her? Did she have access to vervain? Like little is explained about her duality then and why exactly Elijah had issues Katherine. All that was explained is that they were almost lovers. Honestly all we learned about Katherine is that she really likes for people to chase after her. 

Damon is just as bad at plans as Elena. Like I hate them both, but sometime DE are a match made in heaven with how awful they are at things. Like I understand trusting Elena’s lead is actually pretty rational given her past decisions, but you way of thinking isn’t any better. Leave the thinking to those who can actually do it. 

This is JoMo’s first episode and you know what? I really miss this Klaus. Also when they do the “Niklaus” reveal I thought it was absolutely ridiculous when I first watched it. I still find it ridiculous, but I realize that much like Mikael, Kol, and Rebekah, it was the “fancy” way of spelling Nicolas, and I’m even more pissed off. No wonder I equate the introduction of each Original to introducing another Kardashian--they really love their K’s.

Elijah trying to use OMG as a cultural reference was just cringe. “Our whole family was human” I wonder at what point they decided to retcon this? Probably around the time they realized they could do anything creative with vampires. Also this line “my mother bore seven children” I thought no one knew Freya existed. Finn, Elijah, Klaus, Rebekah, Kol, Henrik, and then Freya--how is she their long lost sister if they already knew about her?

You know I spent so much time away that I literally forgot about Andie, and now I’m very creeped out. They follow the classic domestic abuse formula where she keeps coming back when she has the option to leave. You know, when rape becomes Stolkholm Syndrome and in Plec and Williamson form they try to convince you that this is a normal vampire thing even having the victim saying “I’m perfectly fine with this”. There were so many Nos.

I remember that the whole Sun and the Moon curse was fake, what I did not remember is that Klaus and Elijah started it. I thought Esther started it to dupe Klaus and that the whole sacrifice was for no reason. I have yet to see S3 so that thought might still be correct. Also, white supremacy essentially causing the war between vampires and werewolves--not surprising, but still disappointing.

Jenna’s reaction to finding out about vampires is appropriate granted her cluelessness up until this point is a whole other level. And Stefan’s serious face towards Klaus seems to to just look at him cross-eyed which I never noticed. And of course we end the episode on on of the lamest vampire fights of all time--they really ran out of ideas around here.

2x20:

So Tyler’s back! Unfortunately it’s because Klaus threw his mom down a flight of stairs. Man, he’s been hurting his mom for quite some time. That sire bond really did a number on him to forget this shit. At least he has that excuse, all Elena ever had was “love” and “hope” like bitch,Damon’s been terrorizing your friends and family, he’s had more than enough chances to prove himself. Also Tyler came back for important things. Sorry, Caroline stans, but Caroline missing him isn’t important when his freedom is on the line.

“Damon s the problem, not Caroline,” listen to Matt, Liz.

I’ll give Matt Davis this, he was a pretty good actor here. The distinct differences between Alaric and Klaus were a lot better than the cliches Nina was using. But then again because he only put against her acting that’s probably why it seemed good. I’m sure there is a lot better (I’ve never seen Orphan Black but I don’t doubt she did a better job at playing her clones than Nina did with any of her doppelgangers).

It must be easy to brutalize Elena after brutalizing Katherine so much--he never missed an opportunity to hit her. Although him shoving vamp blood down Elena’s throat wasn’t as anger inducing as it should have been since it reminded me of a time when Damon being the wild card actually made sense. Not just so much that given how early it is in the show him doing random things makes sense, but that his random actions make sense, less man pain, and was actually strategic.

Also why didn’t Katherine drink vamp blood and then go through with the sacrifice--they had the same results except one less angry hybrid. Is this ever explained as to why vamp blood can’t be in your system for the ritual?

Which now that Elena is essentially taken care of, I suggest using the elixir on Bonnie so she can take down Klaus without dying and then we can avoid the whole thing.

Tyler really should have listened to Jules, but then again, I know she’s the one who dies in the end so maybe she should have followed her own advice. 

Also I remembering why SE was never my jam--it was a lot of babysitting Elena and her “I don’t knows”. THEN STOP MAKING MAJOR LIFE DECISIONS UNTIL YOU DO KNOW. “I’m 17 years old, how am I supposed to know any of this?” you aren’t sweetie and that’s exactly the point however I don’t understand how being a vampire is worse to her than the possibility of being dead. From what she lists off as what she wants to do, they all can still happen as a vampire, not so much when you’re dead. And even if she does turn she doesn’t have to fully transition so I don’t get the mourning period she’s having especially since THERE ARE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO FOCUS ON. Priorities, bitch.

I get Matt wanting to save Caroline--he clearly still loves her, but saving Damon? He said it himself--he’s the problem, he’s the reason your sister is dead, God! protagonist based morality really gets to me these seasons.

“You turned your back on me when I needed you” but did he, Caroline? If I recall, he saved you in the nick of time so...Also, you asked him to leave, what’s with playing victim all of a sudden (while equally forgetting the time you were a victim). Also, Caroline, you really need to listen to Tyler when he tells you to go, granted the other time she does this is in S5, but he’s literally in a position where he’s not in control of his actions and you are what he hunts. Go, when he says go! These women really need to stop with this “He’ll never hurt me” mentality when their monster is coming out because, bitch, how is that working out for ya?

Also the final scene with Klaus, Stefan, and Elena, I swear most of the dramaticism is in the music the scene isn’t heartbreaking enough for this music. And in a town filled with vampires Klaus needed to make a vampire? I remember not liking Jenna’s death and I like it even less here because it really was for no reason other than the writers don’t know how to write parental figures.   

Which brings me to Greta. Her complete and utter indifference to her family being dead is really on par with TVD’s views on family. Even worse, it continues this black character forsakes all family for a white character mammy trope they always have with black witches. Although she does fit the Jezabel trope more, but I’m really tired of “loyal” black characters being loyal to everyone but themselves.

2x21:

This honestly should have been the season/series finale--it actually had a great natural ending. The only thing I’d tweak is Elijah following through, and then it would have been the perfect conclusion to this shit show. Instead we go on for another six seasons where they accomplished nothing other than more of a shit show.  

So of course we start with Katherine “caring” for which honestly makes no canonical sense. Damon has literally always been a game for her so why either doppelganger bothers with him just honestly baffles me.

Also we start out with some classic Elena “pleading to their humanity” which was almost as laughable with Greta as it was with Kai. Like Bitch, did you not just see how she brushed off the deaths of her family, why is she going to give a flying fuck about you of all people? 

Also Greta, sweetie, what are you doing? I get not wanting to serve nature, but Klaus? WHAT IS THIS NEW ORDER AND WHAT DOES SHE GET OUT OF IT? Because from where I’m standing, she’s in the exact same position as servant just now with an added side of “happy slave” because it wouldn’t be an episode of TVD without that trope. Despite TVD using black bodies as food, I will give Jenna props for going after Greta--someone finally using strategy and knowing Klaus has nothing without his witch.

Which brings me to how the MFG plans to defeat Klaus--they don’t and I’m not surprised since it focused completely on Elena. Elena is one out of three sacrifices and the only irreplaceable item--why not focus on the full picture and maybe accomplish something in the end. I’ll give it to Bonnie and  her bad ass magic, but it’s honestly not enough. The entire plan hinged on Elijah who betrays them and Elena for some reason trusts again getting Abby killed and turned, but that’s salt for another review.

The salt for now is that Jeremy and Bonnie have been together in an abandoned house for days on end with really nothing to do, and they tried to convince me that season 5 was the first time her and Jeremy had sex, let alone that was her first time. I was suddenly reminded why I thought it was so weird to me that everyone thought that was when Bonnie lost her virginity--like I’d read it in fanfics and be just confused. Granted she hadn’t had a sex scene up until that point, but given the shows attitude toward sex I just assumed lack of virginity was everyone’s default. And then you had this shit, Beremy was never my favorite ship, but I wasn’t so in hatred of them that I would discredit them having a sex life because why wouldn’t they? Everyone else does, and given the shows attitude toward sex, if she was in fact a virgin that would have been known. Of course, my naive 16 year-old ass didn’t realize how asexual they were making her, but now at 25 and looking back at this I’m just pissed.

So when I looked back on season 2 I remember John being more of a villain, not surprising since the narrative treats him as such, but I literally remember him being turned into a vampire against his will and continuing the process. I’m realizing now I may have had him confused with Logan, but I was really surprised when throughout this entire rewatch John is human and then getting to this episode, knowing he dies at the end and the realizing he never was. I thought he was one before Jenna and that was just all kinda of wrong. I guess it’s because the episode had him apologize for all his wrong doings (none of which were his actual transgressions) and I guess my mind tried to rationalize.

Given my complete indifference towards Elena, it is kinda surprising that John’s letter to her still makes me cry, but I’ve always had the sentiment that John is the only person who made any sense sacrificing his life for Elena. TVD may not value familial relationships but I do. However his “prejudices” line gets to me because he was right--vampires are dangerous, and it irks me that Elena wasted the life he gave her. She doesn’t even manage to stay human for a fucking year, and not by her choice which he gave his blessing for. She just Elena’d it. 

Overall this probably would have actually been a good episode if Klaus had actually died and it was the last episode. John dies for Elena, Elijah gets his revenge against Klaus, Damon is left for dead, and the series ends on the note that they’re no longer in danger--the end, finito, better than the acid trip series finale.

2x22:

If this episode needed to happen it should have been Damon’s farewell episode. Actually follow through on something with his character and have him make amends and having a heartfelt goodbye. End series and have every live happily ever after because Klaus and Damon are gone, and Katherine who had no relevance after this season leaves as she had no reason to stick around. Like this is where the series should have ended--it had a nice sense of finality missing from the actually series finale.

Anyway, on to the mess of a fucking episode it was first with Stefan, ever so loyal, ruining what could have been a great Damon death. Now this isn’t really because I dislike his character, it’s more that him dying especially here would have been at a time where that would be an actual loss, this anti hero role Plec kept insisting he was might have been able to have been accomplished with his death in this one episode. And best of all, I wouldn’t have had to deal with one more temper tantrum from him or Klaus.

Watching Alaric’s man pain is marginally easier to deal with because it’s not destructive, but then again he’s human so what would he have done. I’m sure original vampire Alaric would have went on some massacres because they can’t resist man pain destruction. 

Caroline once again shoehorned, in today’s episode, a brother sister bonding moment between Jeremy and Elena that would, once again, suit Bonnie more, if even her at all because this is a scene that doesn’t require Caroline, but you gotta giver her that unnecessary screen time some how.

Stefan going to Emily literally makes no sense. As does Stefan’s entrance to the witch house. What do these women owe Stefan Nothing. What do these women owe Damon? Nothing. So the insistence that they help him makes no sense. But of course a black witch not serving a white vampire is useless to Plec so here we are.

The urgency of this episode was lost on me because it was getting in the way of a good plot--Damon’s death. Also after reanalyzing Jeremy’s death scene I’ve come to a few conclusions. First: in a crazy twist of events it is not in fact Damon’s fault. He was literally hallucinating out of his mind so I doubt he was thinking about anything logical. Second: Caroline snapping his neck before he officially died could have saved him. Bonnie even said it outloud--he needed to die a supernatural death to come back. In fact, it probably would have made more sense characterization wise given how she became a vampire. And lastly: even if Bonnie needed to bring him back the “spirits” shouldn’t have been so hard on her especially since they weren’t that hard on Stefan earlier. Like he shouldn’t have had to step one foot in that house--he’s still a murderous vampire, I don’t care how much of a “kind soul” he was as human that certainty didn’t translate into vampire form. 

Overall this episode was abysmal but so is this series. My overall thoughts on season 2 is that it’s easily a stronger season, but still is god awful and has not aged well. Also the series would have really benefited if it was a two season vampire series from the late 2000s unfortunately that time period wouldn’t allow that. At the hype of vampires they were determined to milk that for everything they could and the still are with the train wreck that is Legacies. They need to let it die. 

[oceans--hargrove]

When They Fight, They Fight

No one ever moves into a small town, they only move back. And to him, returning to Hawkins was like putting on a well worn pair of gloves. The small town suited Neil Hargrove well, with his small mind attitude.

Neil Hargrove had been the star of the football team and the king of Hawkins back in his day. He’d had a different girl on his arm nearly every damn week, and he’d even managed to land Karen Buono—before she’d fallen for that Ted Wheeler kid. Neil had even fought Jim Hopper behind the football stands one humid summer afternoon, earning him a title of respect amongst many. Everyone in town had known the Hargrove boy, championed him to be some sort of town hero before he’d moved off to California.

And despite popular belief, Neil hadn’t actually wanted to move out west, but he’d gone stupid and got hitched. She was a nice enough girl at first, sweet and smart. She’d known how to host and keep a home. The only arguments they ever had were about the job she’d taken, at the laboratory, just after they’d gotten married. Neil Hargrove hadn’t wanted a wife who worked, let alone a wife that made more than him when the town fell into a recession. But, then Neil Hargrove had done something even stupider. She’d got pregnant.

Immediately, she quit her job and refused to leave the house, begging him to let them move. Begging and then threatening to leave him if they didn’t. So he’d taken her to California, had found a nice little insurance job, and had watched her give birth the a little boy.

A little boy with bright blue eyes and curly golden hair. My boy, she had called him, and she was right. As far as Neil was concerned. No son of his had golden locks and blue eyes, no son of his would be so soft as the boy, Billy, turned out to be.

The abuse started not long after Billy’s first birthday, and was followed quickly by the paranoia. The meaner Neil Hargrove got, the more sure his wife became that the “bad men” were after her precious son. Neil hadn’t understood what it meant.

The cycle of abuse all came to a head just before Billy’s eighth birthday, when her health started to decline rapidly.

Put up in a hospital bed and pale as the dead, she’d began to tell Neil the extent of her job at Hawkins Labs. The LSD, the deprivation tanks, the electro-therapy, and she begged him to protect her son. Neil Hargrove had indulged his wife’s dying wishes, coddling her and making promises he had no intentions of keeping.

She died three months after Billy’s eighth birthday.

That had been a lifetime ago however, and since then Neil had married Susan and all had fallen back into peaceful domesticity. All except for his backwards son, who was nothing but ungrateful and insolent. Neil hated him for it, yet it was the perfect reason for him to move the small family to the small town.

That, and the Child Protective Service agent that had started showing up when Billy had gone to school with bruises in the shape of Neil’s fist a few too many times. Just another bureaucratic way for the government to meddle in good folks personal business in his opinion.

So the Hargrove-Mayfield family packed up, Neil and Susan loaded up in his truck with her daughter. Followed by the moving truck and Billy’s camero, all filled to the brim with their belongings.

And little did Neil know, that as the caravan traveled away from the ocean and towards the small town, he was awakening more struggles. As tears tracked down Billy Hargrove’s face, his bruises began to heal and scrapes to mend. Seemingly on their own.

(1/X)

[kmp78]

You project your dumb on everyone else and relate everything to sex and jealousy and you can't cope with different opinions, you're not only stupid, ignorant  immature, obsessive pusher of bullshit, misogynistic, but also a racist K, as much as you love to deny it, it shows, always attacking and discrediting Brazil, Mexico, being agrro to anons from these countries, hating on latin things, making everyone the same just for 1 crazy, denying Camero is from Latin decent, making stereotypes, always attacking people of color like Meghan Markle, saying shit like "Coolio wasn't available", using gifs of black people as a joke, you pull so much bullshit it's disgusting, you're an awful person K.

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"USING GIFS OF BLACK PEOPLE AS A JOKE"

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 wut?

So...

What you're saying here is that it's okay to use gifs of Caucasians and Asians and Latinos, but it's NOT okay if the person is black...?

Because people with dark skin pigment should be treated with kiddie gloves and spared being the butt of a joke due to... what?

Slavery?

Please do enlighten us with your fascinatingly backwards-racist views, anon. 🤔

[blakegallo]

here’s the thing, i watched the first spider-man: far from home trailer and i have thoughts and i’m going to share them. the appropriate tags will be used for people that still haven’t seen endgame. but honestly this is a trailer and if you want to come for me for spoiling some shit, i don’t give a fuck

first things first, i hate this. i hate this trailer so fucking muck.

i feel like my journey to watching spider-man: homecoming has been well documented on this blog. i liveblogged it both times that i watched the film and the first time i put it off because i don’t fuck with iron man.

full disclosure i’ve never been able to sit through his solo outing and so i just have the team movies he’s taken over to judge his character. i’m sure from a writing perspective he’s had a great arc, but he’s also the only character the mcu has tried or cared about giving that care to, so like. whatever.

not the point.

the point is i wasn’t super thrilled about rdj being on the poster for homecoming and then when i watched the film i think that tony was a shit mentor to peter? like he had one line about how if peter couldn’t be spidey without the suit then he wasn’t really spidey, despite the fact that we’ve already established that peter was out here doing shit before he got the tech upgrade. tonty couldn’t even be bothered to tell peter about the training wheels protocol or friday being in the suit to assist him. if anything i think that homecoming really underscored how peter parker was only a means to an end in the berlin airport battle as the surprise weapon in his arsenal.

sure i guess you could say that tony wanted peter to have a normal life, but um, i don’t think that any of the canon evidence really supports that.

and i almost wish that they did have rdj in the movie more, not that they could pay for him to be, becuase literally all of their bonding moments have happened off screen. this entire friendly mentor/mentee relationship is essentially a massive headcanon that i refuse to accept because the content we do have doesn’t support any of it. it doesn’t support the cute photo we see of them in endgame [ i guess sure they needed to document actual proof of peter’s internship, but even then that’s just a fake thing that is being used to show that they were actually close when they weren’t ]

anyway this whole first part of the ramble is just to say that i don’t fuck with their relationship and i wasn’t excited for iron man to be in homecoming. i really wasn’t excited to see rdj take another storyline that had nothing to do with tony stark and give it to himself. 

and i get that we’ve seen uncle ben die twice now and so do we need to see that happen again, i guess not really. but i don’t think i needed to see that same focus shift to iron man

[ i will also say that the spidey movies timeline is already all kinds of fucked up. from the first movie allegedly taking place eight years after the battle of new york which already put it in the future to now being part of the main continuity where apparently all of midtown high or whatever it’s called was snapped because none of those characters have aged at all. ]

i think what bothers me even more than this weird uncle ben as iron man storyline being floated out is that that is what is taking precedence. sure i guess homecoming kind of established peter as wanting to have a more normal high school experience before the events of thanos. i still find it hard to believe that peter parker would send nick fury to voicemail so casually? like. peter fucking parker?

for me i think the teaser before this was just so much better. [ mainly because it featured 200x the amount of aunt may, and now i’m almost convinced that first teaser gave me all the aunt may content i’m going to get. ]

but also even if i were to buy into this peter/tony relationship you want me to believe that the peter who was so close with tony would then after hearing about an alternate dimension tony wouldn’t try to get to there? instead he’s going to just take over as iron man? which again, is fucking stupid. [ altho from a movie perspective i can see why that’d be a tempting thing to do. esp if all sony has at the moment is the spidey franchise, expanding past new york after 6 spidey movies there does make sense ]

like.

i’m still going to see this. watching jake gyllenhaal play a manipulative antagonist [ i’m still clinging to the idea that this is all a mysterio illusion and he’s really not out here playing the hero ] is all i need in life [ and i’m still rooting for laura harrier to make at least a camero ]. so no matter what sony is getting my money, but this whole trailer has me feeling all kinds of things.

[xicarcalii]

friends? billy hargrove x reader (part one)

pairing: billy hargrove x (female) reader

summary: billy’s year in hawkins is numbered. him and the reader are neighbor's, slowly forming a bond billy gets FRIENDZONED! 

note: inspired by ‘when harry met sally’. there are only two months at a time only because i started this bitch at 7:00 am in the morning and it is now 3:20 pm. oh and this ones a long one folks, actually they all are going to be long so expect a lot in like the next 3 parts ;) i only re-read this once, i’ll check spelling and errors later.

warning: slight cursing...that’s about it so far.

september 16, 1984

(y/n)'s POV

i wasn't about to wait another minute, jason was late and i wasn't going to have it. this would be the third time skipping out on me and i was not ready for him to fill my head with false excuses i never wanted to hear about in the first place. i sat on my porch with my elbows rested on my knees ready to give up on my love life. i plopped my head down to stare at the ground, just when i think i'll go inside i hear footsteps. the approaching of heavy; and i do mean heavy footsteps being dragged along the sidewalk right up to my driveway only to be coming in my direction.

someone clearly wasn't taught how to walk quietly, only to rely on the verges to muffle their steps.

as the noise came to a halt i shot my head up only to see my new found neighbor.

billy hargrove.

"hi princess." billy flashed his signature smug smile.

i rolled my eyes at the nickname that he decided to give to me since day one. i yelled at him, telling him i had something called ‘a name’ but he told me 'princess' suited me better. 

how charming right? after a while i just shut up and let it go because he wasn't going to stop calling me that anytime soon.

"hi billy." 

our eyes caught a glimpse of each other for a quick second before i dropped my head again to watch the ground again.

pretty sure he heard the disappointment in my voice.

billy and i were not friends and i put so much emphasis on the word friend. i considered us more like acquaintances. we said hi to each other at school, if we saw one another at the drive-in or the diner. we'd give each other a quick wave or a slight nod, our families took a liking to each other so there was that too, which consulted with my family having dinner with his family once and a blue moon.

so yes, we were acquaintances.

we never hung out but he could stand being around me and i had to admit he wasn't all that bad. well once you got to know "soft billy" as i would call him.

which he hated by the way.

he'd let his guard down with me but with everyone else, he put up a wall and would act like a complete and total ass-butt. i'm going to go out on a limb here and say we only got along because we were neighbor's, we had the same taste in music, our favorite movie was the shinning, he lived in california and i've always wanted to go. so i mean, i guess the little things we bonded over made us some-what comfortable with around each other.

"so wilson’s a no show again, huh?"

i sighed nodding my head as a response.

"how about i take you out? my treat."

my head shot up at his request, causing my face to tense and my eyes to squint.

was he serious?

"are you serious?"

"yeah." said billy, shrugging his shoulders throwing his hands up in a 'why not' motion.

"you don't want that perfectly good outfit going to waste, now do you?" he raised a brow giving me a smirk.

smart man. i did look pretty hot.

"fine."

i got up inching closer to him, pointing my finger in his face.

"but this is not a date hargrove. okay?" i said, giving him a half smile.

"got it. not a date." throwing his hands up in surrender, he nodded.

he grabbed my arm to link it to his as he guided me to his precious blue camero.

we sat down in a booth in the back of the diner. one of my favorite spots just because it was secluded and quite. we both took our time looking over the menu, but i'm not sure why i did though, i already knew what i wanted. lost in my thoughts, they were cut off by billy's voice.

"have you done it?" asked billy trying to decipher the menu. he frowned at it before looking up at me.

"hmmm?" i asked, making sure i heard him right.

"have you done it before?"

"i'm not going to tell you that."

"fine, don't tell me." he shrugged it off looking back down at the menu.

there was a silence, finally broken by me answering his ridiculous question.

"walter bradberry, and it was great." i said, sitting up, pleased with my small accomplishment. 

he looked up from the menu closing it and placing it gently on the table before he spoke, keeping all his attention on me as he lent forward. 

"walt-walter?"

i nodded.

"hmm-mmm"

"n-no, you did not have 'great sex' with walter." said billy, his face was expressionless as he slouched back in the booth.

"i did too."

"no you didn't."

i turned my head away from him trying to make a point that i was done with the conversation. i mean i wasn't lying. 

what did i have to prove to him? 

but he didn't get the hint.

"a walter can be your creepy 65 year old neighbor down the street, if you need someone to fix the toilet, walter's your man. i hate to break it to ya princess but humping and pumping is not walter bradberry..."

billy trailed off leaving me speechless. eyes wide and mouth open. 

"you see, i just can't imagine a girl who is, keep in mind, mid-orgasm...” he stopped mid sentence letting out a chuckle before continuing. “screaming in mid-orgasm saying, 'do it to me...walt-er, you're an animal..walt-er, ride me big..walt-er.'“ he trailed off shrugging his shoulders continuing to laugh. “see? doesn't work.”

he shot me that stupid smile again only for me to roll my eyes and scoff. 

thank god the waitress came over because my foot was about to meet his groan. 

"what can i get you kids today?"

"i'll have the number three, no onions and extra cheese." said billy, giving the waitress the menu.

"and you sweetheart?" she turned to me.

i cleared my throat, hoping she was writing this down.

"i'd like the chef salad please with the oil vinaigrette on the side and the apple pie a la mode." i finished with a smile.

"ok..chef and apple a la mode." she muttered to herself, writing it on her notepad.

but oh no, i wasn't done. she glanced up at me when i began speaking again. i could already tell she was getting annoyed.

"but i'd like the pie heated and i don't want the ice cream on top, i would like it on the side, and i'd like strawberry instead of vanilla if you have it; if not no ice cream just whipped cream but only if it's real, but if it's out of a can then nothing."

i could see billy from the corner of my eye, he glanced upward at the waitress then back down to me. his eyebrows furrowed, mouth pursed but slightly open and loose as he blinked profusely almost as if he was trying to refocus his eyesight.

"not even the pie?" the waitress asked. clearly done with my picky ass but i wasn't sorry. i'm picky about almost everything, especially when it came to food.

i look back up at her. 

i flashed her billy's infamous grin.

"no just the pie but then not heated." i look away, placing my napkin on the floral dress i borrowed from tina.

"uhhh-huh." she tilted her head to the side, slipping the pen behind her ear before rolling her eyes and walking away.

i look back up at billy who was just staring at me like a weirdo, like he never saw a person before which kind of creeped me out because the only other person who ever starred at me like was steve harrington back in 2nd grade when i let him have my juice box at lunch because tommy h. took his.

which lead to him liking me for 3 years.

"what?" i asked, brows furrowed and face tense.

"nothing."

he shook he head quickly giving me a genuine smile this time which caught me by surprise making me give a small smile in return.

he cleared his throat and folding his hands as we both just looked around the half empty diner waiting for our food. making the situation more awkward then it already was.

october 28th, 1984

billy's POV it had been 6 weeks since (y/n) and i first hung out at the diner.

soon after that we sorta made it a weekly thing.

i usually hated sunday's only because they were followed by monday's which meant going back to school.

i'd spend countless hours listening to tommy talk off my right ear. kissing my ass 24/7, listen to carol whine to tommy about how he had felt up amber in the girls bathroom during 4th or how he made out with vicki at one of tina's parties. something that was really annoying was always having a random group of chicks either following me around or shoot googly eyes at me until i gave them the time of day. i mean don't get me wrong, i love sex as much as the next 17 year old teenage boy...shit, maybe even more but ever since i took the 'king' title away from harrington i had to do what i had to do. 

yes, it had it's perks but most of the time it got old.

but anyway, back to what i was saying before.

every sunday at 9:00 we'd meet here and have breakfast at benny’s, then after we’d drive back to (y/n)'s place and just hang out in her room for the rest of the day and listen to music. well that or drive around which i preferred doing. (y/n) didn't only because 1.) she didn't smoke, so when i'd light one, i'd have to roll down the windows, and 2.) after me doing that, she would complain how the wind was messing up her hair. 

she was cute. okay no, scratch that. she was hot. but god she was a real piece of work.

so here i was at benny's waiting for (y/n) in our usual spot.

in the back.

i asked her why she always wanted to sit in the back and she told me because it was 'secluded and quite'. i rolled my eyes making her think she sounded ridiculous but in reality i thought it was actually kind of cute.

there was a rosiness to the leaves today that wasn't there only a week ago. I couldn't actually tell if the sky was covered with the grey clouds from yesterday, but regardless it was kind of relaxing, even if it was raining outside. which i kind of thought was nice but i'd never say that out loud.

well, i mean i could maybe talk about how nice the leaves looked in the fall but i could only say all this shit to (y/n), but i didn't want her to think i was a pussy. so no. fuck that. i'll keep that one to myself for now, however, i did open up to her over the past few weeks when we did hang out about other stuff. i told her about california, how blue the water was at the beach, how warm the sun felt on your skin, and how free i felt there.

her (y/e/c) eyes always lit up a bit every time i would talk about it.

shit, i even told her about my mom passing away and how hard it was for me to leave my old friends. i told her about how i'm leaving this rinky dink town after graduation to go back home to california.

and of course she brought up my dad.

she asked why i got so tense around him. so quiet. 

i wanted to avoid talking about him but i didn't want her to know about the shit he puts me through. 

i just brushed it off telling her he was just a grade-a asshole who, at the end of the day, didn’t understand.

i didn't want to bring up the abuse. the abuse i told no one about.

but i trusted her even if we just met.

she considered me her friend and i considered her mine. we both respected that...

even if i wanted it to be something more.

even if she was slowly putting me in the friendzone.

my thoughts were cut off as she walked up to the booth with a small smile.

"what's new hargrove?" she said, plopping down across from me.

"nothing much princess. " i said, crossing my arms in front of my chest, sinking back into the booth giving her a coy smile and a wink.

(y/n) did what she always did when i flirted with her. she rolled her eyes and chuckled, shaking her head. 

she took her napkin and placed it on her lap. 

something i noticed though was that she places it diagonal. she doesn't just throw it onto her lap, then she smooths it out exactly 4 times and sighs after like she had just accomplished something. 

i am so infatuated with this girl it’s going to kill me.

i lean forward, placing on elbow on the table to lean on it and stare at her in awe.

her gaze lifted from her lap to a confused expression.

"what..? do i have something in my teeth?" she said, turning around only to, yes, pick at her teeth.

i chucked.

"no, no it's not that. you're just a very very beautiful." i tried to sound as genuine as possible but anybody who knew me knew it wasn’t too far fetch, me saying anything a girl wanted to hear just to get into their pants. 

i mean they were right 99% of the time but this was not one of those times.

scouts honor, okay?

"oh, well...thanks i guess?"

"tina and carol never said how beautiful you were." i said, shaking my head. i made sure my gaze didn't leave her.

"well, maybe they don't think i'm beautiful." (y/n) said, fixing her posture to fold her hands on the table.

"yea well, i don't think it's up for a matter of opinion or argument." i trailed off. 

"needless to say, you're beautiful."

"billy.stop."

"i wasn't doing anything?"

i kind of was.

“you’re coming on to me!” she said, leaning forward to whisper a little louder than she had lead on.

"can't a guy say a girl is beautiful without it being a 'come on'?"

she said nothing, her shaking her head was all i got out of her.

i sat up. nodding, throwing my hands in surrender.

"ok let's just say for the sake of the argument it was indeed...a 'come-on' princess."

throwing my hands up in the 'why me' position I drop them back on the table. my eyes caught her gaze, her face not moving an inch. the only thing that moved on her face was her eyes and you all can guess what that was.

her signature eye roll.

"what do you want me to do? huh?"

still nothing.

"okay fine, fine. i take it back."

"nooo! you can't take it back!" she spat out.

"why not?" i let out a chuckle, gliding my tongue along my bottom lip.

was she serious?

"because it's already out there billy!"

"ohhhhhhh jeez, what are we supposed to do? call the cops, it's already out there!"

my voice got a tad louder. i was getting annoyed, i didn’t want her to see it but she did. yes i was kind of being a dick not respecting her boundaries when it came to me flirting with her even if it was as innocent as this but i was starting to get pissed off.

she didn't like me like the way i liked her. 

me raising my voice at (y/n) caused everyone's heads to turn to our table, only for (y/n) to sink in the booth to hide her face.

"just...let.it.lie...okay?" she mumbled sternly into the sleeves of her sweater.

i rolled my eyes and looked down at the menu.

"great, let it lie. that's my policy. that's what i always say...let.it.lie." i said under my breath.

i look up at (y/n) only to find her still with her face in her sleeves.

being this vulnerable around someone, especially someone like (y/n) would take sometime. i knew i couldn't just snap at her like i did with other girls because she wasn't like any other girl and i didn't want her to run away.

i didn't want to scare her away.

"wanna spend the night in a hotel?"

her head shot up before i could even finish the sentence.

"see what i did there? that time i didn't let it lie." i said, raising a eyebrow giving her a playful grin.

(y/n)'s mouth twitched, and I was pretty sure she was fighting a smile. i felt a little better knowing she knew i was trying to lighten up the mood. i was more than the hot-headed bad boy everyone either hated, was scared too look at, even hang around.

"billy..." she cocked her head to the side.

"i said i would and i didn't-"

"billy..."

"i went the other way-"

"billy..!" (y/n) said, grabbing both my hands into hers.

"what...?" i whispered, giving her a playful smile whilst squinting my eyes.

"we are just going to be friends...okay?"

"yes, i know! friends!" i said, nodding my head.

“okay...” 

this time she gave me a real smile. a smile she hadn't given me in the 6 weeks i've known her, even the few weeks prior to that. 'smile' wasn't the right word for it-her top row teeth were showing, and there was a faint curve to her lips, but there was  also no crease below the eyes, no movement of the cheeks. On anyone else, it would be a grimace, at best. but on her face, it was almost symmetrical, delicate. and i took it all in. 

tagged: @emilia-grosso @dacremontgomerylover

[musicalmontgomery]

Forever and Always

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: sadness, death, swearing?

Pairing: billy hargrove x reader

an: first fic in a month???? oops? i’m sorry yall, but this shit is sad af. i cried. also, it’s kinda shitty. definitely not a pulitzer. oh well [[also, the song is forever and always by parachute. give it a listen]]

Billy always called. Even if he was only going to be 20 minutes late, he made sure to make an effort to ring up your landline to let you know. He was supposed to have been off four hours ago, and you still hadn’t heard from him. From your place at the kitchen table, you held the phone in your lap, dialing out phone numbers from the address book beside you, while you stared out at the half-empty driveway as if you could summon the blue Camero into its place.

Sighing, you loosened the grip your eyes held on the pavement to flip the pages to find one of his station buddy’s phone numbers. It took your shaking fingers three tries to spin the dial on the rotary phone in the right way.

“Hello, this is the Hinton residence,” the voice of a woman answered on the other end.

“Hi, Pam, it’s (Y/N). I was just wondering if you guys have seen Billy or if Jimmy was late coming home tonight.” You knew the anxiety was evident in your voice, but if there were anyone to have understood, it would be Pam, for she had made the call to you multiple times.

“No, I’m sorry, (Y/N). Jimmy was off tonight. Why, is something wrong?”

“He’s just late. I wanted to make sure that he hadn’t gone over and forgot to call. Thanks, hon” You returned the receiver to the cradle and turned your gaze back to the window. You stared longingly at the empty parking space where he always parked his car. It seems silly, but you swore you would never take the sight of the vehicle for granted again. Pulling you from your thoughts, the phone sings out its ringing song. You quickly pick it back up to your ear, where it’s spent the last hour.

“Hello, this is a message for (Y/N). Could you please let her know it’s urgent?”

“This is (Y/N),” you answered.

“My name is Rosa; I’m a nurse at San Francisco General. This call is about your fiancé, William Hargrove. Something has happened, and we think you should come right now.” You quickly brought the call to an end with an urgent slam of the phone. But as soon as this need to move began, it ended just as fast. Your mind slows as it fills with a fog.

Big fat snowflakes fluttered down from the heavens above to land gently on Hawkins, Indiana. You and Billy strolled downtown, hand in hand, looking at the pure serenity of the town as if for five minutes it wasn’t some godforsaken shithole that you had ditched together three years prior. No matter how much you both hated the place, you made a return trip annually to celebrate Christmas with your families. It had become a Christmas Eve tradition to take a walk through the town alone and just reminisce about the times you shared as teenagers, wild and in love. Soon, you reached Benny’s diner where you always split a strawberry milkshake, just as you had on your first date in your senior year.

This year, however, Billy stopped short, steps away from the entrance. He brought you into him, lips crashing to yours like the waves crashed into the shore to seek refuge from the sea. After moments of feverish hands fleeing from the side of your face to tangled in your hands, they finally settled on your hips, and the boy in front of you slowly pulled you from him. Ever so carefully and cautiously, he sank to a single knee and pulled a piece of paper from the inside pocket of his denim jacket. He unfolded it over what felt like a million years before finally beginning to read.

“So, I know you probably want heartfelt, in the moment, on the spot words. But I can’t give that to you. Maybe it’s because I’m so afraid that if I do it that way, I’ll forget half of the things I wanted to say, or maybe it’s because you taught me the importance of thinking before you say something. So, if that’s what you want, blame yourself, because I got this from you. I got everything from you. I got my real self-esteem and security. I got closure with things that have happened in the past and been able to disconnect from the people who have hurt me and held onto the people who have loved me. I got the love of my life. I got you. This amazing girl who happily moved over thirty hours away from her hometown so that I could live in the place I grew up in and be close to my dead mom. I still don’t know why you picked me. I watch you get ready for work every morning, and all I can think is: ‘how did this woman ever fall in love with me?’ Even now, I still don’t get it. But I never want you to second guess my love for you. I never want you to think that we weren’t meant to be, because I promise you we are, baby girl. I want you to be my one and only. I want you forever. Forever and always. I want you through the good, and the bad, and the ugly. We’ll grow old together. Forever and always, baby. It can just be you and me sipping strawberry milkshakes in the crappy lighting of a rundown diner that you still manage to look amazing in. I want you by my side. So, (Y/N), love of my life, my one and only, my forever and always, will you give me the great honor of being your husband? Will you marry me?” Dropping the page of scribbles onto the snow below him, he pulled a small box that housed his mother’s ring from his pocket. Carefully so as to not drop it onto the ground, he opened it to show you the physicality of what he had to offer you.

Halting and just barely bringing your vehicle to park, you thoughtlessly marched up to the front desk, somehow asking for Billy, even though the words coming through your mouth had never quite registered in your head. A nurse from her nearby station came over to introduce herself as Rosa, the woman you had spoken with on the phone only twenty minutes earlier. She guided you through the endless maze of hallways as she explained that they had tried to get a hold of you for an hour, but only getting the tone of a busy line before successfully getting through.

“I’m sorry,” you replied. “I was trying to find Billy, so I called nearly our whole address book.”

“It’s fine. Now, your fiancé is only just getting out of surgery. He has a lot of internal bleeding, and he severely burned his lower limbs. Our team of surgeons has done the most they can; now it’s his job to pull through. Some of the other men from his station are here in the waiting room, and a few are in surgeries themselves. I know that it may not seem like it, but he was lucky to have made it out alive. From what I understand, there was one that didn’t. I do need to be honest with you, though. Things do not look very good. He has a chance, but it’s slim. I think you need to prepare to say goodbye. He will be awake, and he will not look very good, or even himself.” Rosa’s voice kept droning on after this, but your mind blocked it out, still reeling over the words ‘prepare to say goodbye’. She’d only had him for four years, and now she was supposed to say goodbye? What happened to forever and always?

The two of you finally approach a room where Rosa stops. Holding your face into a hard composure, you stared at where “Hargrove” had been scribbled onto the dry erase board hanging from the door. Letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding deep inside your lungs, you began the short trek from your place in the hall with Rosa to your new place sitting in the chair pushed up to Billy’s bed. His hand grasped into yours, you squeezed it tight in search of that familiarity that you always found in it.

“Ow, babe.” Billy squeaked. You swiftly released your hold, on to feel him tighten it ever so slightly.

“What are we gonna do, Will? I’m not going to let you die, William.” You couldn’t keep your straight face anymore as your tears tumbled down the paths of your cheeks.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do. We’re going to get married; I don’t care if it’s in a big church, or city hall, or fuck, even a drive-thru in Vegas. And we’re going to move out of that stupid one-bedroom. I’m going to get promoted to Captain after surviving this; I can just feel it. I’m going to buy you a big house just outside the city, on the hillside or the suburbs. We’ll squeeze a few puppies out of you, and raise them with tenderness and love. They can play hockey and take piano lessons. I’ll be the nice parent, and you’ll have to be the tough one. Before we know it, we’ll be going from cleaning mudpies they make in the backyard to bong spills on the basement carpet. But we’ll love them anyway. I’m gonna love our kids so much. Soon, they’ll grow up, and it’ll be just me and you again. I’ll take you for strawberry milkshakes, and we’ll watch sunsets from our porch. We’ll babysit our grandkids that our children named after us to prove how amazing we were. This time, we can both be nice because they’re not our kids. And we’re going to grow old together. Forever and always, just like we say. Just like that cheesy note you keep on the fridge says.” The words shake out of his mouth between hisses of pain and sighs of momentary sighs of relief. Your unoccupied hand reached up to pat away the sweat beginning to line his forehead, and you ran your fingers through his now shortened hair. You could still remember the day he cut off his mullet, in exchange for a more traditional look. He hated it with every fiber of his being but seeing the sparkle in your eye as you no longer saw the mop mess sitting atop his head helped him to grow into liking it. He had stalked obnoxiously into your local Waffle House that you worked at. At first glance, you expected it to be just another customer, not even recognizing him until he took off his aviators to reveal the eyes you’d spent hours staring into. Your face quickly lit up, a broad smile stretching across your cheeks. While there were days that you missed the mullet and the crazy teenager that came with it, you loved this haircut.

“We’ll have a daughter named Maia, and a son named William. They’ll have your blonde curls and my (Y/E/C) eyes. They’ll be the cutest kids you’ll ever see, but not in that way that you only think they’re beautiful because they’re your own kids. They’ll be beautiful for real,” you added onto his fantasy.

“Of course they will. Look at who their dad is.” The man lying on the bed before you who only slightly resembled the Billy you had known chuckled, holding onto his bruised ribs. “I’m kidding. It’s all because of their mother. Their beautiful mother.”

“No matter what happens, it’s just going to be me and you, right, Will?” Any sense of laughter and airiness had floated out of the room, to be replaced by a severe tone hanging above.

“Babe, we gotta be real now. It hurts. It hurts more than any pain I have ever endured in my life, and I don’t know how much longer I can keep holding on and doing this. If something happens, you need to let go. You may be the love of my life, and this might hurt me so much, but you might also be the love of someone else’s life. And as much as I want to be selfish about this and tell you not to run to someone else when I go, I want you to be happy. That’s all I have ever wanted. I just wish I had married you first.” Small sobs shook through his bones as the salty tears streaked down his cheeks. Between the pain of the accident and pain of losing you, he could feel himself losing his strength and energy. His breaths started to get raspier, becoming far and few in between. Rosa walked in from her place in the hall with her head ducked so you wouldn’t see the tears falling from her own eyes. She lifted an oxygen mask up to his mouth and adjusted him slightly to fit the strap around the back of his head. Taking a few deep breaths of this, his weak hand slipped out of yours to rest on the bed beside him.

Pulling yourself away, you rushed out of the room, Rosa coming up behind. Holding yourself up on the railings that lined the hallway, everything that you’d been holding in through the last hour of sitting in the room came pouring out. The small nurse behind you rubbed your back and soothed your cries with soft hushes. You couldn’t breathe as you felt the sterile walls closing in around you, locking you into your misery. The two of you stayed this way for the next 10 minutes, her never leaving you but circling an open palm between your shoulder blades.

“I’m going to marry him.” As if out of nowhere, the words squeaked out of you, shaking with your ragged breaths.

Rosa quickly arranged from for the chaplain from the small chapel downstairs to come up to the 6th floor and wed you, just as you were meant to do months from now. The elderly couple next door offered you their wedding rings after hearing all that had happened through the paper thin walls, promising you that they brought good fortune and long lives of love and happiness.

With the bouquet of flowers from the gift shop donated by the nurses, you and Billy held onto each other’s hands and listened to Father Charles speaking on the tie between love and long life. Glazing over the words he speaks, you focused on the palm pressed to yours and gave it a tight squeeze. Billy looked up at you, and you swear in this light and in this moment, you didn’t see anything else. It’s as if God has sent down his most heavenly angel to peer up at you. You didn’t even look at the cuts and bruises that had formed on his brow but saw Billy. You saw the seventeen-year-old boy who held you close in his arms at the prom you begged him to go to, never letting you know how much he was genuinely enjoying it. You saw the eighteen-year-old boy driving down the highway, the California sun bringing out the highlights of his golden hair as you escaped the small town you had once called ‘home’ back in Indiana. You saw the nineteen-year-old Billy, excitedly telling you about landing his dream job at a fire-station, and how he was going to save lives. You see twenty-year-old Billy, staring intently at a piece of paper with a knee on the ground while the soft flakes of snow gather around his face to create a picture frame for your single favorite moment.

“I think it’s time for the vows. Do you want to say your own, or use the standard ones?” the priest asks, drawing you from your fantasy.

“We’ll say our own,” you and Billy spoke in unison. The audience made up of the nurses, his station buddies that had been in the waiting room, and the old couple from the place next door gave out a laugh.

Father Charles encouraged you to begin, so taking a big breath, you did.

“William Alexander Hargrove, I want you through everything that may be thrown our way. I won’t let this ruin us. I vow to love you every day from now until the end of the world, in the same way, I did when we were just a couple of kids without a clue. I vow always to hold you when you cry. I vow to stop stealing fries from your plate and eat my own. I vow to kill all of the spiders. I vow to keep that page that you wrote when you proposed hanging from the fridge. I vow to do everything I can to keep you here. I want you forever; forever and always. I want you through the good, the bad, and the ugly. We’ll grow old together and always remember whether happy, or sad, or whatever, we’ll still love each other. Forever and always.” By now, your tears are hitting the floor, and your hands rattle like wind through the leaves. The heart monitor standing on the other side of his bed is only letting out slow beeps. It feels like whole minutes are passing between each of their mechanical noises.

When he spoke, his voice was so quiet you could barely hear it.

He merely says, “(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), I’ll love you forever; forever and always. Please just remember, even if I’m not there, I’ll always love you. Forever and always.”

You each carefully slip the second-hand rings onto the others’ fingers. Letting go of your hand, he waved Rosa over to whisper something out into her ear. Silently, she went into the bag of personal belongings in his drawer to pull out his Virgin Mary necklace, offering it out to him. He weakly dropped it over your head, lining up the pendant with your heart. Without saying a word, the two of you held each other here for a few minutes, his hand on your heart and your hand combing through the blond strands of his hair. The minister in front of you cleared his throat and officially pronounced you husband and wife.

With a kiss of passion and fire, the short chirps from the monitor gave out into a long monotone hum.